#about manipulation milo

[perfectlovevn]

Would the Milo's wear a suit?

Yup! I love drawing suits on guys, girls, whoever, so I gotta draw them wearing it.

[rini-dn]

i drew manipulation milo from @perfectlovevn 's vn! i had to re-upload it because i realised i posted the version without the blush, my mistake, but now it's up, and I really hope you like it!! I loved your VN with my whole heart and ive never seen such a gorgeously executed VN! I'll be fixating on it and telling all my friends about it for as long as i can!

I hope you like it, i tried to use rotoscoping to make him more realistic but i think he looks uncanny especially with the hands 😭. i also tried to add some colour since the line art itself looked too bleak, so i hope his colours aren't wildly wrong from what i assumed because i couldn't find anything on how he ought to be coloured ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

also please ignore how i forgot his jumper buttons

again, thank you @perfectlovevn !! i hope you like this fanart of milo!

[ssecond-hand-faith]

Milo! Milo! Milo!

Big fan of the use of animal noises in Perfect Love

Pre Milo is talking to Eris

Violence and Manipulation Milo are talking to Ryan someone else

Milo belongs to @perfectlovevn

[m00nsflesh]

I think Laufey would change her depending which Milo she has in her hands, just to be more fitting with them, I couldn't help myself but do this...I just love Milo so much!!

more info under keep reading ^_^

Pre-Milo: Laufey is a bit more overprotective to give Milo the idea of how much she cares about his well being. She'd do her "sweet girlfriend" role the best she could, by borrowing his clothes, try to cook (which ends up her taking him to breakfast/lunch/dinner somewhere) and pretend to be shy when he does things for her (she dislike to act shy but she sees how much it makes Milo try to act more like a boyfriend, it's cute in a way).

Laufey also doesn't mind driving him to places, all to make him feel special with her and her alone. She always speak sweet nothings to him and make it feel like it's a promise she's doing to Milo, maybe some of those sweet lies may be real but you'll never know. Laufey also loves to show a bit of PDA with Pre-Milo to proof she isn't playing around about being his girlfriend (if you want to break someone, make it real!/j)

Either way, Laufey and Pre-Milo can be a bit romantic and cute in a way if you ignore her manipulating him and gaslighting him.

Manipulation!Milo: once the change happens, Laufey changes herself once again, she let's Manipulation!Milo take the wheel for a bit, she doesn't mind him being the big spoon, she actually kinda enjoys it because it means he doesn't want her to get away, how he wants to have her all for himself.

She LOVES having him doing the driving and take her places now because she likes to have someone else doing that for her than herself doing to the others. Despite her not being into PDA with Manipulation!Milo, she's still do it sometimes to rile him up and do things for her, even being very touchy to him all because she loves to see him being a blushing mess and riled up.

Laufey and Manipulation!Milo are slightly equals and he knows what she tries to do with him sometimes, the same goes to her, both love to see how cute their partner is trying to do with each other and they usually resolve that in bed (sometimes)

Violence!Milo: between the changes Milo has, Violence!Milo is Laufey's favourite. Laufey is all about violence and aggression once you are able to see the real her and because of that, she does have feelings towards Violence!Milo for being that way. She loves to steal his clothes and use in college just to tease him. Her words for him can have some truth unlike the other Milos, she finds Violence!Milo her "almost" perfect love and she's fine with it, after all, he is now her dog bodyguard.

Because of him being her now "dog bodyguard" she loves to make him get into fights for her, that's the only time she'll show actual affection and love towards Violence!Milo, even lie to him about someone hitting on her to see hell go loose.

Either way, Laufey will also do things for him as such driving and taking him places and probably spoil him a little unlike the others, after all, she gotta make her precious boyfriend get affections from her alone to keep being a loyal dog.

In general: Laufey adores her Milos and seeing they becoming obsessed with her (and obviously yandere) makes her feel a genuine happiness with the idea of breaking them even more until they become a hollow version of themselves that desperate need her for everything.

[seilon]

i’ve come to the bizarre realization that, despite being a film major focused on screenwriting, based on the classes ive already taken + am enrolled to take, im far more capable of completing a minor in religious studies than creative writing

[aro-ortega]

power does not use their telepathy at the museum (except the mandatory crowd control), in the fight again herald, or in the fight again charge

she does use their telepathy against argent in the sewers, because there are no cameras and witnesses

she doesn't use them again on the bridge. but. she will tell argent that they're a telepath when escaping the auction together

[itneverendshere]

reader maybe having a dad, like jj’s? very manipulative and controlling, sometimes it’s physical. and he comes out unexpected while rafes there

okay so i was planning to write off her parents as dead but this made me change my mind a little, hope you enjoy <3

wash the sins out of that house - r.c

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe)

The sound of cartoons played low in the background, mixing with the faint clink of a fork against a plate. 

Rafe leaned back against the worn-out couch in your sister’s living room, watching as you flipped pancakes at the kitchen counter. Your sister’s kid, Milo, was glued to your leg, like always, babbling about some superhero show. The smell of breakfast filled the house, making it feel more like home than his own ever did.

Every little thing you did just made him fall more, if that was possible. He was always looking at you like that, like you were some kind of miracle.

It wasn’t just how good you were with Milo or how much you cared about everything and everyone. It was how much weight you carried without ever complaining, how you made everything seem easy even when he knew it wasn’t. You’d been staying here ever since the storm ripped through your house a few months back. 

Your sister was cool. Single mom, strong like you, but in a quieter way. She worked double shifts, and left you to help with Milo most of the time. Not that you ever complained, even after the long shifts, you loved to babysit. You were used to this shit—being the rock. Probably why you hadn’t freaked out when your house got leveled. You just rolled with it, found a place with your sister, and moved on like it was no big deal.

He’d been staying over more and more, crashing on the couch when he was too tired to drive back to Tannyhill. At first, it was just because he wanted to be near you when you couldn’t sleep over at his. But now… it felt like more. Like he could see himself living with you right away.

You glanced over your shoulder, catching him staring like an idiot. “You good?”

“Yeah,” He cleared his throat, leaning forward. “You need help or something?”

You laughed, shaking your head as you flipped another pancake. “You? In the kitchen? That’s rich, baby.”

“Hey, you never complain about my pancakes.” He shot you a grin, but it faded when Milo tugged at your shirt, asking something in that tiny voice of his. 

You crouched down, your voice soft as you reassured him, “Mommy will be back soon, okay? Just a couple more hours.”

You looked so at ease like you’d been raising kids your whole life. It did something to him—watching you like that. This tough, independent woman who wouldn’t take anyone’s shit, just… melting when you talked to Milo.

Rafe swallowed hard, not really knowing what to say. Every time he tried to picture your future together, it got fuzzy. Not because he didn’t want one. He already told you he did. But because he wasn’t sure if he deserved one with you. His life had been a mess half the time.

He’d hurt people. Done things.

But when he was around you, he didn’t feel like that entitled spoiled guy anymore. He felt like someone who could be better. For you.

The front door slammed open, and immediately, something was off. Rafe’s eyes shot from Milo’s cartoons to the guy who’d just staggered in. He could smell the booze before he even saw his face.

Who the hell?

You froze. The spatula in your hand hung mid-air as you stared at this man like you’d seen a ghost. But this wasn’t a ghost. This guy was real, and from the way he was swaying on his feet, he was about to make himself a problem.

“Some fucking daughters y’all are,” the guy slurred, his voice rough and soaked in alcohol. “Not inviting your old man over while he’s in town.”

Your dad? That was your dad?

Rafe’s mind spun. You never talked about your parents and he’d never asked because he wasn’t stupid. He could tell it was a touchy subject, just like his own dad was sometimes, so he never brought it up. He assumed they were gone and you only had your sister. He never imagined this. 

Not once had you mentioned your dad. And now here he was, stumbling through the door like he owned the place.

Rafe shot up from the couch, every muscle in his body tightening. Who the hell did he think he was, barging in here like that? You didn’t say anything right away, but your whole posture changed—your back straight, your pretty face like stone. You looked like you were bracing for something, and he didn’t like that one bit.

“Dad,” you said, flat and cold. “What are you doing here?”

He gave this ugly laugh, a mix of drunk and mean. “What, can’t a father check in on his daughters? Or are you too good for your family now?”

You didn’t even flinch. Didn’t say a word. Just stood there, still as a statue, while Milo clung to your leg, eyes wide, just as confused as Rafe felt.

Rafe stepped forward, putting himself between him and you. He didn’t care if this guy was your dad. He was drunk, stumbling, and saying things no father should be saying to his kid.

“Who the hell are you?” Her dad’s eyes flicked to him, narrowing, like he was sizing me up. “Rich boy? Boyfriend?”

He squared his shoulders, staring him down. “Rafe.”

“Rafe,” he repeated, laughing like it was some kind of joke. “Of course. She’d find herself a rich boyfriend. Always looking for the easy way out, huh?”

He had some fucking nerve walking in here, talking to you like that. Like Rafe was ever going to let someone run you down. He didn’t know anything about your relationship with your parents, but from the look in your eyes and the way you were gripping the edge of the counter, he was starting to get the picture. This wasn’t the first time your dad pulled something like this, clearly.

You grabbed his arm before he could take another step. “Rafe, don’t.”

Your voice was low, almost pleading. Not because you were scared, but because this was deeper than just a drunk guy running his mouth. This was something you’d been dealing with for years, and your boyfriend was just now getting a front-row seat.

Your dad sneered at you. “That’s right. Tell your little boyfriend to back off. You’re not so tough now, are ya? Always thinking you’re better than me. Always looking after your sister’s kid like you’re some kind of hero. But you’re not. You’re just like your mother. Weak.”

That’s when Rafe felt it. That surge of anger, that need to hit something.

No one talked to you ike that. No one.

He could feel his fists clench, chest tightening. He was ready to throw your dad out himself. But your hand tightened on his arm, and he looked at you. Really looked at you. You seemed tired, like you’d been through this a thousand times before, and you didn’t need him to step in. Not right now.

“Let him go,” you said quietly. “He’ll leave when he’s done.”

Rafe didn’t want to back off. Every instinct in him was screaming to throw this piece of shit out on his ass. But something in your voice, something in the way you were looking at him, made him stop. You weren’t asking for help. You were asking him to let it go. For now.

He swallowed the anger and stepped back, though he kept myself between you and your dad. He wasn’t leaving you alone with this guy, no way in hell.

Your dad’s sneer didn’t falter. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He swayed a bit before heading for the door, muttering under his breath. “Ungrateful little—"

The door slammed behind him, leaving the room dead quiet. The kind of quiet that made you realize just how loud things were a minute ago.

You exhaled slowly, like you’d been holding your breath the whole time. You turned back to the counter, flipping the pancake like nothing happened. But Rafe could see the way your hands shook just a little.

He stood there for a second, still running through everything that just went down. He’d never seen you like that before. And he didn’t like what he saw.

“Baby,” he said quietly, stepping closer.

You didn’t look at him. “He does that sometimes. Shows up, drunk, says whatever he feels like saying. Then he leaves. Same thing for as long as I can remember.”

Rafe didn’t know what to say. His mind was racing, trying to wrap around the fact that this was your life. You’d been dealing with that guy for who knows how long, and you never said a word about it.

“That’s not okay,” he said finally, his voice rough. “That’s not normal.”

You sighed, finally turning to face him. “Yeah, well. Now you met the whole family.”

You didn’t know what else to say.

There wasn’t much to say. This was just how things were for you. Your dad was a mess, and you’d learned to deal with it, ignore it even. There was no fixing this. Not really. At this point, it didn't affect you or your daily life that much.

“I should’ve asked,” he said, his voice thick with guilt. “About your family, I mean.”

I shook my head, feeling the weight of it all. “I wouldn’t have told you,” I admitted. “Probably would’ve said he’s dead.”

You didn’t want to be that girl—the one with family baggage so heavy it crushed everything good in your life. You didn’t want Rafe looking at you like I were fragile or damaged. It was bad enough that you were as broke as it got. You’d just gotten used to him wanting to help, to be a little less independent, to let him take care of you and spoil you every once in a while.

This though? You never wanted him to find out. 

But now… he knew. He knew what you came from. And you couldn’t hide it anymore.

“I don’t care,” Rafe said suddenly, breaking the silence. Like he was trying to convince you and himself at the same time. “I don’t care about your dad. I care about you.”

You could feel his eyes burning into you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Instead, you kept your focus on the pancakes, the routine keeping you distracted. But your hands wouldn’t stop shaking, no matter how hard you tried to stop it.

“I just… I didn’t want you to see that,” You finally admitted, your voice small and raw in a way you hated. “I didn’t want you to know how messed up everything is.”

Rafe moved closer, his body warmth seeping into your side as he leaned against the counter next to you. He didn’t try to touch you, though, and you were grateful for that. You weren’t ready for that.

Not yet.

“Messed up? Baby, have you met me?” He let out this soft, disbelieving laugh, but there wasn’t any humor in it. 

You glanced up at him, finally meeting his eyes. And there it was—that soft, almost sad look he got sometimes when he thought about his family. About how his mom left and how his dad never really let him in. Ward Cameron was friendly enough with you, and he wasn’t a complete asshole to his son, but he was absent, not really caring about keeping a constant connection with his kids. It hit you then that maybe you two weren’t so different after all.

Maybe that’s why you worked.

But still, the shame stayed. The feeling that now that he really knew you, the ugly parts you kept hidden, he might not stick around. Guys like him didn’t stick with girls like you, right? Despite him doing the exact opposite until know.

“This changes nothing, okay?” he said, his voice softer now, almost like he was trying not to spook me. “Not with me.”

He wasn’t looking at you like he was about to leave. His eyes were steady, clear. He didn’t look freaked out or like he regretted being here. He just looked… real. Like he meant every word.

 “This is a mess, Rafe. You saw it.”

“I don’t care,” he said, like he needed you to hear him. “I don’t care about any of that. None of it changes how I feel about you. I love you.”

You bit your lip, turning your attention back to the pancakes because if you didn’t, you were afraid you might cry. You weren’t the crying type, but after everything, your dad showing up like that, and Rafe not running for the door—it was a lot. Too much, maybe.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to fix anything,” you said softly, flipping the last pancake and turning off the stove. “You can’t fix my dad or the way things are. I don’t want you to try.”

“I’m not trying to fix anything,” Rafe said, stepping closer to you now. “I’m just… I’m here. With you. That’s all I want.”

You felt his hand brush against yours, hesitant at first, like he wasn’t sure if you were ready to be touched. But when you didn’t pull away, his fingers laced through yours, and the warmth of it broke through the dread thad settled over you since your dad walked in.

Finally, you turned to face him, and there it was—that look in his eyes again. The one that said you were more than enough, that he saw you, really saw you, and wasn’t running for the hills. You knew him like the plam of your hand now, and he wasn’t bluffing. He never lied to you.

Your heart did this weird thing, like it flipped and dropped all at once. It was still a little scary to hear him say that. Scary because it meant he was sticking around, and as much as you it scared that was exactly what you wanted. For him to stay.

Because you loved him just as much, and you didn’t mind reminding him every day.

Milo broke the silence, tugging at your shirt again. “Is time f’pancakes now?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the innocence in his voice, the way he had no idea what had just gone down. You bent down to scoop him up, holding him close, the warmth of his growing body keeping you sane in the moment.

“Yeah, buddy,” you said softly. “It’s time for pancakes.”

Rafe watched you, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. This is why he knew you’d be a good mom one day. He kept that thought in the back of his mind every day since you gave him the bracelet on his wrist.

The way you picked up Milo and smiled—it calmed him down. The whole scene was so you—taking care of things, keeping it together even when everything around you was a mess.

“Eat up, kiddo,” you said, ruffling his hair as he dug in with way too much syrup. 

Then you glanced at Rafe again, your smile still lingering but more reserved, like you were still processing everything.

Milo was halfway through his second pancake, syrup smeared all over his little face, when he looked up at Rafe with those wide, innocent eyes.

“Hey, Rafey, we go park after?”

You were clearing the plates from the counter, and Rafe caught the quick glance you shot his way. You had a shift starting in an hour, and Milo probably knew it too, even if he wasn’t saying it.

He leaned back in his chair, wiping a bit of syrup off Milo’s cheek with the corner of a napkin. “The park, huh? What’re you thinking, swings? Slide?”

Milo grinned, syrup dripping down his chin. “Both! And the big jungle gym! You said I was big enough for it now, 'member?”

He laughed, remembering the time a couple weeks back when Milo had looked at that massive jungle gym like it was Mount Everest, and Rafe told him he was totally ready to conquer it. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

You shot him a look as you grabbed your bag, ready to head out for your shift. “You sure about this?” you asked.

Rafe waved it off. “Yeah, no problem. Milo and I got this.” He grinned at the kid. “We’re gonna hit the park and maybe even stop for some ice cream after if your mom’s cool with it.”

Milo’s face lit up like Christmas morning, and you laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re spoiling him, baby.”

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but deep down he liked how easy it felt, like this was where he was supposed to be. “Eh, he deserves it.”

You walked over to where Rafe was still leaning against the counter, and without overthinking it, you leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Ewwww!” Milo groaned dramatically, scrunching up his face like he just witnessed the grossest thing ever. “Why do you always gotta kiss him like that?”

You and Rafe both burst out laughing, and Rafe shook his head, ruffling Milo’s hair. “Get used to it, bud,” he said, still smirking. “She’s gonna keep doing that.”

“Not in front of me,” Milo said, still looking completely disgusted but clearly loving the attention. “It’s so gross!”

You grinned and gave Rafe a playful tap on the chest. “Guess we’ll have to start sneaking around now.”

Rafe chuckled, pulling you in for another quick peck. “I can live with that.”

Milo let out an exaggerated groan, dramatically slapping his hands over his eyes. “Ugh! I’m never getting a girlfriend if that’s what you have to do.”

“Good,” you said, shooting him a wink. “No girlfriends until you’re thirty.”

Rafe laughed again, and Milo just sighed, completely over it. “Can we just go to the park now? Please?”

You shook your head, smiling at how easily the moment turned light again. “You two have fun. I’ll see you later.”

You headed out the door, the sound of your nephew still groaning in the background making you smile as you went, promising yourself you’d answer whatever questions Rafe had about your parents, the second you two snuggled up in his bed at night.

[kiarchs]

“no one can fuck you like i do,” (oc x nate jacobs)

requests are open!

summery; mallory and nate get into an argument because she said a random hookup fucked better than he did — and he needs to prove her wrong.

warnings; smut (obvi), p in v, choking, fighting, a lot of swearing, degradation (whore is it im pretty sure), no protection, jealousy, possessiveness, gaslighting, manipulation, toxic relationship in general, slightly dark! nate??, hair pulling.

a/n; nate definitely has a size kink… like he loves looking down at his partner and realizing how small their body is compared to his.

not proofread! Imk if i missed any warning <3

Mallory usually stayed the night at Nate’s house after every date they went on. Nate had just taken her to the bowling alley — apologizing for the last fight they had before they broke up. But, they were back together now.

Mallory left Nate’s room to take a quick shower, leaving her phone on his nightstand. Little did Mallory know, Nate took that as the perfect opportunity to go through her phone.

He did that every once in a while, just to ease his anxiety about her cheating on him.

But this time, he actually found something.

After a while, Mallory quietly walked back into Nate’s room with a towel wrapped around her body, and her blonde hair dripping water onto his carpet.

“Mal, who the fuck is Milo?” Nate asked, not even giving her enough time to shut his bedroom door all the way. His voice was calm, but Mallory could tell my the tone of his voice that the calmness was going to be very very short lived.

“I don’t know,” Mallory lied, shrugging her shoulders as she walked over to Nate’s closet.

“You don’t know?” Nate let out a sarcastic laugh, getting up from the spot on his bed and walking over to the shorter girl — and shoving her own phone in her face.

“Who the fuck is Milo, Mallory?” Nate raised his voice.

“What the fuck are you doing going through my phone?” Mallory defended, grabbing her phone from his grip. She read the texts Nate was referring too — and her heart immediately dropped.

The texts were between her and Maddy, talking about how Mallory hooked up with a guy at a party — but, that’s when they were broken up. He was referring to the text Mallory had sent, saying Milo fucked better than Nate ever could.

“I’ll ask you one more time,” Nate said, leaning his head down and grabbing the back of Mallory’s neck — pulling her closer to him.

“Who’s Milo?” He repeated, asking the question in such a calm way — as if he wasn’t hurting his girlfriend.

“A guy —“ Mallory choked out, trying to blink the tears that were forming in her eyes back. “We hooked up at Mckay’s party a few weeks ago,”

“Was his dick big?” Nate said, loosening his grip on Mallory’s neck.

“Nate, what the fuck?”

“Well you said he fucked better than me, did he?” Nate narrowed his eyes down at her.

“What if he did?” Mallory Smirked. She only said that to get a rise out of him, because no one could ever fuck better than Nate Jacobs, and Mallory knew that.

“Then i’ll kill him,” Nate said, as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

“Nate, you’re fucking psychotic,” Mallory raised her voice, pushing past him. Though, she didn’t get very far — as Nate put both of his hands around her throat and slammed her body against the wall, kissing down her neck.

“Who the fuck are you to call me psychotic? Hm?” Nate mumbled, biting and sucking on the side of Mallory’s neck.

“Nate—,” Mallory moaned, as he found the sweet spot on the side of her neck. Nate took that as an opportunity to suck on that spot for a while — until he was sure it would leave a mark.

“Fucking whore,” Nate laughed, moving his head back up, looking down at the blonde. His large hand moved up and grabbed her chin while the other buried in her wet hair, harshly pulling on it, forcing Mallory to look into his eyes. His face is inches from hers, brown eyes basically black from how wide his pupils were blown out, the look in them feral.

Nate picked her up, before throwing her onto his bed — the towel that hung loosely around her body flying off in the process.

Nate smirked down at his girlfriend, as he crawled above her. If theres one girl Nate Jacobs loved, it would be Mallory Collins — and knowing she slept with another guy made him want to kill him. But, he’d rather take his anger out on something more realistic.

“So, was his dick bigger than mine?” Nate whispered, leaning down and kissing Mallory’s lips.

“If it was, killing him wouldn’t change it,” Mallory smiled into the kiss, mumbling her words on his lips. Nate took that as an opportunity to sneak his tongue into her mouth. They made out for a while, until Mallory’s grabbed the waistband of Nate’s sweatpants.

Mallory broke the kiss, as she looked up at him.

“I’ll shoot his fucking dick off then,” Nate smiled, waisting no time — pulling his sweatpants and boxers off. Without a warning, he harshly flipped Mallory around so she was on her stomach.

Nate didn’t wait another second — and harshly smashed his body into Mallory, making her gasp loudly.

“Fuck — you’re always so tight for me,” Nate groaned, thrusting into her at a faster pace.

Mallory whimpered, trying her hardest not to be loud, as Nate’s family were still very much awake — and she didn’t want them to hear her. Even though, they’ve heard her plenty times before…

“Did he fuck you — this good?” Nate asked in between thrusts. Mallory didn’t bother to answer, but she let out a small moan.

When she don’t respond, he let out a low huff, moving his hand from her waist, to her throat. Nate pulled Mallory up, so her back side was smacking against his chest with each thrust. “Did he fuck you this good?” Nate repeated.

“No,” Mallory whined.

“That’s what i thought,” Nate laughed lowly, harshly letting his grip on Mallory’s neck go — sending her back onto the bed.

“No one can fuck you like I do,”

[tenaciouslyobsessed]

Is this how you see me? Is this how I treat you Milo?

Haha… Milo… What are you saying?

What is all this?…

You’re being so cruel

…you know what’s funny?

We aren’t even actually dating.

I was STILL waiting for you

You never said anything… Did you really forget? When this whole started, I told you, I̵̞̽ ̵̮̺͌ṯ̴͌ọ̵̋̎l̷̏̆ͅd̶͎͆͝ ̴̙̳͑͝y̶̡͍͑ơ̴̥ụ̷͋̂

That I like Eris… I told you I like other people…

And what did you responded? You’ll think about it…

Think about it, he said…

V, I always used the phrase there’s more fish in the sea since I wasn’t sure you would actually want me… but then you acted like you… you act that we’re together… and of course I went along, you know that I like you…

And then you went on to talk behind my back… Talking about how I’m crazy… and I am…

But I was always been honest. I always told you straight up what you were signing up for.

I’ve never hurt you. I didn’t let anyone else hurt you too, didn’t I? Sure I knew Eris hurt you, but when I found out about it. It was already done, I could’ve stop it. Though I after that I eventually told you everything.

and I would never hurt my loves… That’s why I let them hurt me instead, since I’m hard to kill…

I…

…

Milo…

Don’t you think it’s my turn to ask?

Why would you do this to me?

Hahah… even after all this I still love you…

You’re not replaceable

No

You’ll never be…

…

Did you lie to me Milo? I remembered when this first happened I thought this was too good to be true… Did you do all this play with with my feelings? Turn people against me? Because that’s what happening.

So many people is looking at us and saying how I broke some kind of code when I never had…

You didn’t even defend me…

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Are you gonna just leave Ten just like that? After all you’ve done, he still stayed with you.

Do you think you can find someone who would love you like he did?

"Maybe? Who knows. I mean, like he always said, 'there's always more fish in the sea'." "If I ever did leave him he has many others to replace me with. What's the point of being so replaceable?"

[perfectlovevn]

do the milos celebrate valentine's day with eris any special way? or would they rather romantically ruin the day for everyone else

Eris is feeling nice today. Or at least, that's what they say.

Some love for Manipulation and Violence too.

[1800-lemonadeg1rl]

Devotion

Final part of the craving you series

Dark! Wanda Maximoff x reader

Minors dni!! Masterlist°•☆

Summary-your living in Wandas house, she pays your wage and the bills, she takes care of you.. would it be so bad to step back and only be hers

Warnings- manipulation, dark! Wanda, obsessive Wanda, unhealthy obsession, potential Stockholm syndrome?, not proofread!!, snappy Wanda, coercion,

Wordcount - 1.3k

A/n- obviously this is the last chapter for the craving you story :( I rlly enjoyed writing smthng different for once and again I'm srry it took so long to get out :(( !! The main story is over but I will write drabbles or headcannons if anyone's interested <3

Wanda was finally at peace. A blissful weight off her shoulders she hadn't felt in months since meeting you. For the first time in what felt like her years she could sleep the whole night through without worrying about you, your whereabouts or who you could be with. This new found bliss was all because her plan to isolate and make you hers was finally falling into place like pieces of a puzzle, a satisfying finish. She had you in watching distance 24/7 and when she didn't, she wasn't more than twenty feet away. You slept with her, the guest rooms which had been under 'renovations' since you arrived in her home had to be completely redone again after she told you they found plenty of black mold inside them, just one of the many ways she'd managed to keep you close without making you suspicious. She'd even gone as far as to cut wires in your car so you'd both have to go in her car to work, she just wanted you safe after all.

After about a week at Wanda's your cats had somehow re appeared aswell, unscathed and well fed. You'd been heading out to her car for work when you'd seen the two lay together next to a hedge, Nixie protectively infront of Milo in a motherly sort of way. Obviously you were ecstatic and swept the two up quickly to show Wanda who did her best to look surprised at the re appearing cats.

"Wow.. how could they ever end up here?.." She knew you were stupid naive enough to fall for what she said even when she barely hid the truth from you. In actual fact the cats had been in the room next to you all this time you'd just never thought to question what could lie behind the other doors in Wanda's house.

To be honest you never really questioned her, not anymore atleast. It felt wrong to not do as she asked when she was letting you and your two cats stay rent free with her. I mean she was such a good person almost angelic in your view these days. You could barely remember the time where she'd had you on your knees begging for your job, all you could think off was the warmth, safety and comfort she provided to you without repayment.

Wanda had planned for this to happen. That by being around her so much you would begin to feel like you owed her, as if she saved your life. Which she did but she was also the reason it had needed saving to begin with. Oh, if it wasn't for her you'd still be living your lonely mundane life all alone. She took great pleasure in watching the change in your behaviour to her. From fear to adoration. The way you began to need her almost crave her presence in a way she had craved you. She saw the glint in your eye when it was time for bed and you knew you'd get to lie next to her the whole night. She saw the way you waited on her every need like a puppy trying to please its owner.

Though this was a good progress to making you hers. Her personal doll. It wasn't quite enough for Wanda. She wanted more. She wanted to make you see there was no point to work when you had no bills to pay. Get you to stop searching for a new place to stay and stop your income therefore making you further dependent and indebted to her. She wanted you to be a good little stay at home who waited by at the door for her and hated being separate from her. She needed you to become this. She also knew no job meant you wouldn't have any excuses to be out without her eyes on you at all time. It meant you couldn't find someone else to replace her. She should be the only person in your life.

She brought it up during dinner one night just to see how you'd react to such an idea.

"So darling, I've been thinking and wouldn't it be much less stressful for you if you didn't work? I mean its not like you have bills to pay." She played around with the steak on her plate aimlessly pushing it around as she asked you.

"Well.." You gulped unsure what to say. To not work is a dream really but you need money to find a new place and eventually pay back Wanda's kindness. "That sounds really nice but without a job I'd be under your feet forever." You miss the look of excitement which crosses her face at that prospect. If you next to her. Forever. "And I'd never be able to pay you back for your generosity."

Wanda's eye twitched ever so slightly at your response. Of course someone as sweet as you would unintentionally set her off course by wanting to be helpful. It was so cute that she was hardly bad but it had made it hard for her to make any further argument.

"You don't have to pay me back sweetheart. And property is much too expensive for someone like you right now. I mean I just want what's best for you after all." Her hand finds place over yours and gently rubs over your soft and delicate skin.

What she'd said had made your head hurt and all your thoughts go mushy in your brain. She just wanted what was best for you and obviously someone like Wanda knew a lot about what would be right. So maybe she was.. maybe her idea would be helpful for you.

"Uh.. I.. I mean I just don't want to be so... useless." As you uttered those words Wanda felt as though her heart could shatter. You were not useless. Especially not to her. You were her reason to breath. Her sigh of relief. Hers. Her saviour.

"Don't talk about yourself like that." Her voice snappy in a way which made you feel small under her hardening gaze which threatened your every move.

"I'm.. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.."

"I know you didn't. Don't apologise, just eat and stop troubling your little mind."

Dinner was fairly silent after that and so was the rest of the evening. You curled up in a chair near the fireplace and Wanda tapping away on her computer almost purposely avoiding looking at you. For you the opposite, you felt you couldn't look away from her beauty wanting to admire her. The pair of reading glasses perched on her nose that kept sliding off and her hair, oh her hair, the way she kept waving her hands through it everytime something annoyed her was so satisfying and hot?...

Night soon fell and you climbed into bed next to Wanda. An enjoyable time for the both of you and yet another moment where Wanda held all the control. Every night just as you fell asleep she made sure to turn down the thermostat so you'd have no choice but to curl into her body and snuggle into the heat that radiated off her. She was particularly fond of when you fell into a deep sleep, when she got to plant soft kisses against you and perhaps more? When she got to see you up close as peaceful as ever. When she'd whisper concerning sweet things into your ears without you even moving an inch.

"Your mine, aren't you sweet girl? Yeah that's it dont even question what I'm saying."

Tonight felt different to you, as you chambered into the left side of Wanda's four poster King sized bed you thought to yourself about what she'd said at dinner. Would it really be so bad to quit your job? Would it be so bad just to stay here with her and the cats? I mean her mansion did have everything you'd ever need so you could hardly even imagine becoming bored. And.. I mean Wanda suggested it so she mustn't mind the idea.. Hmmm she's probably right. She has been so far.

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[thebeesareback]

I just finished the audio book for Donna Tartt's novel The Secret History, so naturally I had to have a lil scroll to see what everyone thought on Tumblr. To add to the discourse: (spoilers, obviously)

Also trigger warning: incest, abuse, murder, alcoholism

Why is Tumblr so in love with Henry Winter?! He murders the farmer, Bunny, and possibly tries to kill Charles. He's manipulative and may well try to make Richard take the fall (har har) for Bunny's death. In the garden scene, he admits to being a psychopath/sociopath. Oh, and he's unbelievably pretentious

Also, why are there so many cute pictures of the twins hanging out? Their relationship was strained, incestuous, co-dependent, abusive. The whole uwu thing baffles me

Richard has a very obvious foot fetish and nobody is talking about it

The novel is quite funny, and I wish more people picked up on that. Most of the humour comes from Francis - the pinz nez stays ON during sex; no, Bunny's parents weren't very upset when one of their grandchildren ruined Francis' scarf, they were preoccupied by their missing son; and there's a throwaway line where the art students eat sushi with paintbrushes instead of chopsticks. I also liked when the twins panicked after Bunny's murder and decided to start repotting tulips

The farmer is referred to by name twice. Once in a newspaper, once by Bunny. Strange to think that he's the person in the squad who might actually have a conscience. Incidentally, Milo, the golden retriever who finds Bunny's body, has his name mentioned more frequently.

Richard is a smelly, badly dressed misanthrope. As is Henry, and Charles towards the end. Francis, Camilla and Hampden itself provide the (admittedly gorgeous) dark academia aesthetic, but if you want to end that dream, remember how terrible everything would have smelled. I guess the difference between appearance and reality is a pretty big theme

Julian is very creepy, obviously, but I was surprised that he wasn't more involved in the plot. He seems like exactly the sort of person to start a cult. I'd also like to know if he and Henry were in a sexual relationship, because we see them kiss once and then it's never mentioned again

Foreshadowing is done EXCELLENTLY through the book. There were a few characters who were described as ghostly at the start, and I THINK they're the ones who survive. Also, Tartt loves her pathetic fallacy (not phallusy).

Time is very strange. If you bothered to plot out all of the events, I don't think it quite makes sense. Term starts in September, say Richard joins Julian's classes in early October? That means all the picnics, the Sunday walks with Bunny, the trips to Francis' house, all happen over about five weeks, leading to the 12th November when Charles, Henry and Francis kill the farmer. Unreliable narrator, I guess

A lot of things about Richard's character make more sense when you realise the abuse he grew up experiencing and witnessing. Poor Ms Papen. Odd that Richard's parents don't visit him when he's in hospital

Funny that everyone is surprised when the twins' incest comes out. Like, they had an orgy at the start of the baccanal. Call me a prude, but I wouldn't attend an orgy with a family member

I would go for girls' night with Judy Poovey

Also, the book was published in 1992. Does anyone know when Prince Charles and Camila Parker Bowles went public with their relationship? Seems like an unbelievable coincidence otherwise

If anyone has an actual criteria for identifying alcohol abuse/alcoholism, please lmk if any of the main six characters AREN'T alcoholics. I'm pretty sure I got liver cirrhosis and lung cancer just from reading this book

[allfortheslay25]

I love your mermaid siren au is there any information you just want to info dump I'd love to hear it

Every time I post and disappear it’s like taking deep breaths before diving back into the water. Maybe this will be my last dive ✊

Thank yall for liking the all for the fish doodles so much but this will be my last post until next Mermay :)

Info dump below 👇

#1 Magic

Mermaids are capable of manipulating ocean and the weather to some little degree. The cousins are not an exception ☝️

Nicky is the weakest of the three and the most he can do is cause the water around him to bubble. Andrew and Aaron cannot control the water but can cause the weather to act up (only in a certain radius of their location) and only when they do it together. During a very heated argument about Neil and Kevin’s stay in the pod, Aaron and Andrew caused a tiny rainstorm above them until Andrew realized he was caring too much and pulled back.

#2 Roland

I originally ignored him a bit but my sister brought him up so now there’s lore for him too. Roland is a human that Andrew used to see on land before he decided to stay in the water for good. It happened for no more than a year. Andrew would bring his family with him to Eden’s (a bar near the sea) and let them explore the human building and activities until he was done.

#3 Other kids

Because Milo’s version of AFTF isn’t going to be part of the fic, I didn’t do any plot building for the Foxes kids. Imagine what you’d like on how and if they’re present

#4 Milo’s love interest

Milo’s future partner, if they were in AFTF, would probably be a human Milo would abandon the sea to be with. That, or they’d be a mermaid Milo would secretly see until he was ready to include them into the Monsters pod

#5 Birth(?)

Sirens and Mermaids give birth similar to dolphins. It’s quick and there’s little fuss unless it is the head/leader of a pod. Sirens, however, are very anxious about it since some blood releases into the water and that makes them targets for predators (even asshole mermaids looking to kill a siren for fun)

Mermaids sometimes weave baskets for their infants or even decorative gifts

#6 Vegan?

Mermaids are omnivores and will eat sea plants and fish. However, the monsters usually don’t since Andrew hates greens and he does most of the hunting. If they crave a snack, sometimes Nicky and Aaron will go plant picking. Kevin, being that sirens are strictly carnivorous, only tells Andrew off about the quantity of his meals. Those lectures never go well (it’s not right for someone to tell the head of a pod to eat less since they need to be in the best shape to handle the responsibilities)

Monster Neil AUs are the only ones where I let Neil be a carnivore. I usually HC that although he is not vegan/vegatarian/other, he is repulsed by meat sometimes. (Reminds him of too much butchered human flesh)

[multiplicationdivision]

Company Policy

Milo was stuck on the worst run he’d ever taken. Cargo needed in 2 days and just under that time to get there in his truck if he drove without sleeping. It would have been near torture and even if the payout was better than amazing, it wasn’t something he would’ve taken a week ago.

Milo had a trick these days.

He’d picked up a hitchhiker. A backpacking twenty something, dumb and rugged. A golden retriever of a man that was handsome in a sense, but not in any way Milo was interested in. Too sweet and trusting for him. Men didn’t last long around him like that.

Especially now.

He’d been sweaty when Milo had picked him up, his shirt wet with the hot sun and turned to mud from the dust. That’s what you ask for travelling around the middle of the southern nowhere. Barely a thing worth shit on the endless roads between truck stops and motels. Maybe a rattlesnake or two.

It had been easy to get the happy fool to wear one of his backup Tees. He kept his spare uniforms in the back, enough to last him the long trips. Gray polyester that was boringly company policy to wear no matter what. Like Milo was employed under Amazon or FedEx instead the knock off generic delivery company that was obsessed with him maintaining their nonexistent brand.

Company policy was absolute. Not the soft idea of absolute, Milo receiving consequences for not following the rules or maybe even getting fired. Nothing weak and mundane like that.

Company policy like this was some mind-bending shit. It wasn’t something that could be broken, not by Milo who’d already signed his employment contract. He was bound by it’s rules and it would be a claustrophobic feeling had he not gotten such a good contract. Great pay, great time off and an understanding boss. He could deal with the strange aspects of that contract for the benefits. Even manipulate them sometimes.

Only employees can wear their uniform. The contract states that on page 2 in full bold letters. Followed by a bunch of stipulations about assignment of uniform sizes and assorted accommodations.

The hitchhiker wore one of his shirts now. His ragged sweaty one was somewhere on the floor, balled up under the passenger seat. The man had said it was surprisingly comfortable for a uniform. Said he’d worked as a cashier for some fast-food joint and that theirs were scratchy. He’d said he was surprised Milo’s shirt fit him so well.

Company policy demands that only the employee who owns the uniform wears the uniform. Milo wondered if the hitchhiker noticed how baggy the shirt was on him minutes ago. How it sagged around his shoulders, the man smaller than him by far. Now it fit perfectly, tight against his skin.

Milo asks if the man knows about his favorite TV show. Some niche drama going back to the 90s, echoing the same plots over and over and over. The hitchhiker squints his darkening eyebrows, recognition blooming in real time. The man just remembering something he’d surely never watched.

He’d been clean shaven, but now the guy’s face was covered in a shadow that Milo recognized. He’d discuss his travels as he gazed outside. Not noticing the moment when the tales of a hitchhiker faded into recollections of hauls gone hilariously wrong.

Milo watched the changes out the corner of his eye, relaxing as the awkward conversation became easy. Their language becoming more and more alike by the second, the nervous dog of a man becoming loud like Milo. Discussing their nearly identical plan of scaling the Devil’s Tower and free climbing whatever parts of the Grand Canyon they could get to. Bragging about how little they needed to workout with so much time to spend climbing.

The other made sounds of discomfort every now and then. Milo wondered if it hurt to have a life scooped out and filled in again. It was likely just disorienting, the hitchhiker seeming to try to recount his college years only to remember that he’d been a cross country trucker for the last six years. He’d laughed about how nice it was that truckers could rely on each other when they needed help. Milo joked that it was hard not to pick him up when he was so handsome. They laughed because they looked remarkably similar.

At some point, Milo realized that he had ended up in the passenger seat. As if he’d slowly bled into existence without the awareness to realize it. Feeling a slight desynchrony from the still sweaty cargo shorts and trainers he’d been left with. The other Milo laughed at him when he complained. They both knew he had brought an extra pair of sneakers for this exact situation.

They were mirror images now, matching short beards and curly hair. A situation they were both used to by now. Three times policy had assured that the person wearing his uniform was Milo, no matter how it broke the rules of reality to do so. They were short staffed so his boss had told him to keep it coming.

Milo would always have a buddy for the road, someone to trade shifts with as the other slept. Another Milo keeping him company in every state, at every stop. It only cost a few nobodies and a shirt or pants.

It was a good trick.

[maleyanderecafe]

Hello! I'm sorry if other people has already asked about this but I wanted to know what games would you recommend that has a fourth wall break like in the game yanchat? Because I've been craving them meta games :] thanks!

Hmm, fourth breaking walls? Kind of a fun concept, I think, though it depends on how it's executed. There are a couple considering that DDLC was a big hit and a lot of yandere creators often want to have a similar experience going in. I'm not sure all of these suggestions have Yanchat's level of fourth wall breaking, but I will do my best.

Sweet Dreams - this one is probably the closest in terms of what Yanchat is aiming for considering that when you actually reach the true ending, you can't actually get back to the start of the game unless you wipe your data. Pretty fun, albeit short. It's sister game, Missing also has some elements of this as well.

Picture Perfect Boyfriend - this one is made by @espoirduvide and is pretty fun all things considered. It plays as a match making type dating sim until the yandere can't take it anymore and starts to mess with what's going on in the game.

Love Me Dearly - has it for the real yandere, or at least what is implied. It's very different than most of the yandere games that I've played at least, but it is very fun. Don't give him the box, okay?

14 Days With You - I haven't played the recent demo update for this game, but supposedly, Ren does know that he's in the game and actually refuses to let you have a bad ending. I haven't seen too much file manipulation, but again, I need to finish the update first.

Duality - is one of those games I also need to play the update for at some point, but I do recall one of the endings being fourth wall breaking, with them speaking to the player about not being able to make up their mind.

Darling Duality - it has been a long time since I played this game, but I do believe there was a fourth wall break in this game. I have another ask relating to Melancholy's games, so I'll be replaying that one soon.

See Thru: Need A Friend? - at least the original has a couple of fourth wall breaking moments in it, with Friend talking directly to the player.

Perfect Love - Oh hey, that's my game. How did that get in there? The True/Perfect ending has elements of it, though to clarify it's more of a third wall break rather than a fourth wall break since Milo isn't aware of the player, just Eris throughout the other routes.

I feel like there are more games that have a fourth wall breaking element to it, but I can't think of any more that do. Hopefully this is something that helps with your thirst of fourth wall/ third wall breaking games. I think that while it can be a fun concept, it needs to be executed well to make it work. Hopefully these are meta enough for you.

[arkanis-englishupdates]

SUMMARY OF ALL ARKANIS POVs

DAY 24 & DAY 25 — 26/09/2024 & 27/09/2024

DAY 24 — 26/09/2024

The day in Valigma begins melancholic, the ghost children are still missing and the tension from yesterday still hangs in the air.

Pac finds Mayor Jota, without his mask, having a crying fit inside Alice's house, in despair over what Araldo did. He asks in despair why Araldo killed Alice, blaming himself for what happened.

After the conversation with the Mayor, Pac and his son (called Milo) decide to make a memorial for Alice in the cemetery with Himaru, Gabepeixe, Quel, Maethe, Choke, Matt, Yayah, Coreano and Guhzera (Pac found out from Quel that Usoforme's locations are apparently ''finite'' and they used them all (so far) and that's what made Araldo so angry).

Quel discovers a type of tunnel under his house, followed by an explosion near Bira's Bar. Before being able to investigate, her and all players are teleported to Bia Raux's house.

Bia's voice is suddenly present, telling everyone that she knew what happened yesterday. She gives them a mission: Get a type of crucifix.

After the conversation, the group begins the hunt, defeating monsters to finish the mission. At the end of the dungeon, Bia finds the group again and reveals to everyone that she was Mayor Jota's teacher when he was a child, but he tried to transform Valigma into something at the top, resulting in the deaths of more than 100 people.

Suddenly, everyone is teleported again to a room completely purple like galaxies. While everyone was admiring the room, a giant ghost monster appears suddenly and starts attacking everyone there.

The group manages to defeat the giant ghost, who transforms into a small child ghost (The new ghost was named Tucupi by his new mother, Choke).

Denix, Amora and Gris return with the new little ghost too!

After leaving the place, everyone separates with their respective children. Matt, together with Amora, go to Choke's house to see Tucupi and find themselves in the middle of a conversation about "Shock Therapy" with Bia and Wuant.

Bia apologizes to Matt for threatening him and reveals that she kidnapped Bagi because she "was getting too close to her and other things". Matt tells her not to kill anyone to get what she wants if she really wants the specialists' help.

Matt, along with Raccoon and Gabepeixe, invite Bia Raux for a private conversation and they discover the story of Quel and Maethe with Bia:

Bia found the two, invited them to her teachings and they both accepted, but Bia noticed that the two had different intentions with Arkanya, the two thought they were in a movie (In Maethe's words: "Thought Arkanya was a fictional story like Harry Potter). They were frustrated because they couldn't manipulate Arkanya and Bia chose to erase their memories to not reveal the secret of how manipulate this power.

Bia also reveals that her mask is made of wood and Arkanya, and Guaxinim asks her if they can make a mask like hers. She said they can't do it because they didn't participate in the training that Quel and Maethe went through.

Matt decides to tell the trio what is happening to him and tells Guaxinim and Gabepeixe that the parchment he has helps him stay in the shape he is in, but the parchment's duration is running out. He tells the two that Bagi is the key to stopping this and tells them that they need to comfort the people he loves.

Bia tells Matt that she knows about fear and that she knows he cursed someone else, but she doesn't know who. Gabe and Guaxi ask Bia if they can do the training, but Bia says that the training has a big risk, and that if they fail she will have to erase their memories. Matt asks if Bia is stronger than Araldo, but she doesn't know.

Denix asks Bia why she hasn't been killed by Araldo yet, and she also can't say why he has the power to do it but never did it. She says that Araldo has the same type of mask because he saw her with the mask and wanted to make one like it (Bia also says that Araldo can only hear everyone when Arkanya is strong, and that ghosts can also feel Arkanya).

Guaxinim and Gabepeixe ask about the Arkanya alphabet and Bia says she will try to help them understand the alphabet.

The three suggest creating a city far from Valigma and Bia agrees with the idea, even suggesting they hold a vote for a new mayor to go against Jota, but she tells them to continue in their role as citizens of Valigma so Bia doesn't get screwed even more.

After the conversation, everyone leaves in separate directions (Until they get together again to play a prank at Bira's Bar).

DAY 25 — 27/09/2024

During a conversation with Gabepeixe, Dennix reveals that he is getting weak.

Due to miscommunication, JVNQ, Gabepeixe and Coreano discuss among themselves where they should build their big project. Bia suddenly sends a book to JVNQ talking about how many totems would be needed for a person to be able to use Arkanya, being more or less 15 totems per person according to her.

Bia presents to Gabepeixe a building project to protect ghosts, but the location is not the most beautiful or inviting. She also reveals that she managed to destroy part of the dome located in Valigma's sky.

[Unfortunately I, admin 🦇, didn't get much important information about this day, but if something important happened, please put it in the comments and will edit this post!]