#and at some point it doesn’t matter how I feel because I’d rather keep him happy so he stays my friend

[insanechayne]

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[gay-dorito-dust]

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Part 1

It has been a couple of days since your confession and Hobie was conflicted on whether he should rip the preverbal bandaid off and tell you of his secret identity, and possibly putting you at risk for potentially dangerous circumstances in the future, or keep you in the dark for a little while longer until he felt brave enough with himself and his situation to come forward; After all personal relationships -whether platonic or romantic- and Spider-Man never went well together. It was a sacrifice placed upon the shoulders of all variations who were chosen to dawn the mask of Spider-Man.

For if the legacy of being Spider-Man was a death sentence to those who are close, Hobie doesn’t want you death to be treated as his ‘canon event’ or whatever hand fisted bullshit excuse Miguel was trying to ram down everyone’s throats in order to justify in allowing a loved one of theirs to die. Hobie refuses that being the case and due to his righteous mistrust of Miguel, he kept your name out of his mouth unless it was within the presence of the few he could trust; Miles, Pavitr and Gwen.

‘So they have a crush on you.’ Pavitr began.

‘Yeah.’

‘And you have a crush on them.’ Miles jumped in.

‘Ain’t no point in hiding it.’ Hobie cooly replied because why should he bother hiding the obvious.

‘So…what’re you going to do about it?’ Gwen finishes and Hobie only shrugs in response, ‘dunno.’

Pavitr made an face of exaggerated shock and looks over at Miles and Gwen, who were already expecting this reaction from him as they exchanged looks with him, before looking back at Hobie. ‘Dunno, the person you like has expressed that they like you too-‘ ‘-it wasn’t me they were talking to Pav, it was Spider-Man, clear difference. No need to rom-com it.’ Pavitr waved his comment away and continues on his tangent, ‘they like you, you like them and your response to all that is; Dunno?!’ Hobie -again- shrugs. He really didn’t know what to do, yes the feelings between you two were mutual but that didn’t mean he was going to risk your safety over them; no matter how deeply he feels them to the point where the mere idea of you being put at risk because of him acting out of his selfishness in having you, made him physically hurt.

Hobie would rather enact upon his selfishness in a way that meant letting you go and moving on to someone who wasn’t going to be putting your life in constant danger, whilst also getting to shamelessly cling onto some part of you in the process; even if that meant just being your friend, even though he already knew that wasn’t what you wanted. ‘What do you want me to do Pavitr?’ Hobie began, ‘Go up to them and be like ‘remember the talk you had with Spider-Man up on the roof? Yeah that was me and no I’m not having a laugh because I like you too.’ He made a face at this, ‘nah I’d rather them call me a nonce for the rest of my life, well that is if they still want me in their life afterwards for lying to them this entire time.’ He murmurs the last part to himself mostly and it was silent for a while as he, Pavitr, Gwen and Miles sat on what has been said.

The later three shared a look between them as Hobie looked at a picture of the two of you that he kept within the pockets of his vest, smiling softly to himself as the echos of your laughter ran in his head like a melody he could set his soul adrift to on his most sleepless of nights. It was obvious to Gwen, Pavitr and Miles that Hobie held you close to his chest, right where his heart is; Gwen in particular was aware of how much of an impact you had on Hobie from the times she spent at his place and it was obvious as to where it was that you touched as Hobie made it apparent to keep it that way. You’ve made a home for yourself within Hobie’s heart and she knew that he’d fight to keep you in his life.

‘Hobie,’ he lifted his eyes to meet theirs, ‘would you rather be afraid to tell them who you are for the rest of your life, or tell them while you still have the chance because from what you’ve already told us about y/n, they wouldn’t hate you or call you a nonce, whatever that is.’ Miles mumbled under his breath as Hobie raised his brows, ‘has it crossed your mind at all that you might just overthinking all this? Not to say the fear ain’t real, what I’m trying to get at is this; you should pursue what makes you happiest, regardless of the fears you may have because in the end isn’t it better to have love and lost then to have never have loved at all?’

Hobie mulled on Miles’ advice once he got back to his reality before finding himself standing on that very same rooftop where his conflict began, looking down as he clutched his mask between both hands in contempt, so much so that he didn’t even hear your voice call out to him until you were right next to him. ‘Hobie? Everything alright?’ He had told you prior to meet up on the rooftop of some abandoned apartment complex that you were more then camisole with at this point, but the way he said it made you feel as though there was something eating away at your best friend and you weren’t about to let him go through anything alone without you.

Upon realising how close you were to him, Hobie was slick enough to hide his mask behind his back when he addressed you, stuffing it into his back pocket so that you wouldn’t get overly curious as to his hand placement but then again you were always as observant as him when he noticed the way your eyes lingered, like you already knew what this was about; to which Hobie wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case for it would make this situation a lot easier for you to process what you already knew. ‘Yeah, everything’s cool, why is it that you think somethings up?’ The raise of your brows only told Hobie that you weren’t buying it, ‘oh I think there is but it looks to me that you need a little prompting.’ and without missing a beat your hand was halfway to reaching for his back pocket when he caught your wrist, holding it there as he looked at you incredulously. ‘The hell was that for knobhead.’

You shrugged, ‘like I said, you needed prompting otherwise you wouldn’t be defending whatever’s in your back pocket so adamantly as you are now.’ You were smart, Hobie had to give you that as he lets go of your wrist and decides to quit the unnecessary prolonging and pulled out the mask from his back pocket, chucking it into your awaiting hands as he then sat himself near to the edge with his back facing you so he couldn’t see the look upon your face when you say, ‘so this is what you were hiding from me…I knew Spider-Man felt too familiar and now I know why.’ He heard your footsteps get closer before stopping all together as you sat yourself next to him.

You were both silent but it was a silence loud enough to dampen out anything else in that moment and Hobie didn’t know where this silence would lead to, and neither did you as you were now realising that you had confessed your feelings to your best friend without knowing it; which was already enough to take in but for that friend to also be spider-man was a whole other thing to unpack. Where you mad that he didn’t tell you? No, not even in the slightest but you were more worried then you could ever be mad, after all you just found out your crush and best friend was spider-man for fuck sakes so of course you’d be more worried for his well being. ‘Here,’ you tell him, holding out his mask for him to take, ‘you can have it back.’ Hobie did as you asked and took his mask back, but before it was fully in his grasp you yanked it away from his reach, causing him to look at you.

‘Give it.’ He tells you straightforwardly but you stood your ground as you pressed a finger to your cheek, ‘not until you tell me something first; did you know I had a crush on you prior.’ Hobie shrugs. ‘No, honestly it wasn’t until but you admitted that you liked me that somethings started to make sense.’ You hummed, content with his answer but you weren’t through quite yet. ‘Do you…feel the same.’ You once again asked but this time your voice wasn’t as steady and strong, it was fearful and hesitant; something Hobie never wants you to be when near him.

‘Of course I do, I thought I made it obvious when I personally dealt with those who chatted shit about you behind you back, I thought it was obvious that when I let you into my heart, that there would be no way that I was letting you go but with this,’ he gestured to the mask in your outstretched hand, ‘made it all the more harder for me to do that without putting you in danger; I was hiding this other life from you to protect you but you were always too observant for your own good but it’s one of the many things I love about you.’ Hobie admits, happy he finally got it off of his chest. After hearing all that, you gave him back his mask and rested your head against his shoulder, murmuring, ‘your such a hassle.’

Hobie smiled for what felt like the first time in a long while throughout this whole situation and slugged his arm over your shoulder before resting his head on top of yours, ‘yeah but I’m your hassle.’ He says before pressing a kiss to your head, feeling you as you snuggle into his side, smiling to yourself, ‘how unfortunate.’ You say half heartedly as Hobie joins in, ‘yeah, poor you.’

[hatsukeii]

god, love's fuckin' embarrassing! / bsf!suna rintarou x reader

genre(s): fluff + a bit of crack, bsf to lovers, mutual pining, mutual DENIAL SMH, set in pre-timeskip second/third year, "love is embarrassing" x "love is embarrassing", suna lowkey is a sleazy heartthrob who just gets girls, fumbling his feelings in front of a baddie but it...works???

warning(s): dirty jokes, "suna ur a p3do" jokes and punchlines (he's not), and a kys joke LMFAO, also just INSANE/irrational behaviour from diff girls out of obsession/lovesickness because i have defs! met people like that... but other than those nothing! gn reader too i THINK if it's not lmk i'll fix it :)

wc: ~3.3k

tldr; suna rintarou swears he gives up, because love is just so fucking embarrassing. i mean, seriously, what kind of guy is placing all his bets on his best friend that he's definitely, totally, 100% not in love with? (he is.)

Suna Rintarou arrives at your house approximately fifteen minutes later than he agreed to. When he walks in with your spare key, you’re already on the couch, legs propped up on the armrest and back pushed into the plush seats as you scroll on some random forum. He takes aim, and tosses your spare key from the doorway, hoping it hits you in the face. You drop your phone at the same time, and it ends up bouncing off the case and onto the ground. 

“Asshole.” You yell from the couch while reaching to claw at your keys, just loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to wake the rest of your household. “You said you’d be here by ten to debrief. Was she that bad?” 

Suna frowns, something you, fortunately, don’t notice. You’ve regained control of your phone now, moving on from your forum to your photo album. Through the reflection of the television, his figure is blurry, but approaching. The fabric behind your head dips when he flips onto your couch, legs hanging from the headrest and head lolling off the seat. You finally find what you were looking for, shoving your phone into his face. 

“The scale? Seriously?...Solid nine-point-five. Not a ten, though. Redeeming factor was that she had big tits, but that wouldn’t have mattered anyways, because she’s fifteen.” You drop your phone on his nose. It slides off his face and onto the ground again. 

“Fucking gross, Rintarou. You’re so gross. This is why you can’t keep any girl for longer than one hour.” 

Pushing himself up, he plucks your phone from the ground, and tosses it onto your stomach. With the rate that he’s been going at, Suna doesn’t think he wants to keep anyone for longer than one hour. Sure, casual flirting is exciting. Hookups don’t sound half bad either. But the next time that Suna  catches somebody he’s never spoken to with a love letter in their hands, he swears he will run into the nearest vehicle. It’s not to say that Suna Rintarou wants to be a prude for the rest of his life, no, not at all. He just doesn’t want to spend half an hour chasing someone off his tail again, for the fifth time in his life. 

“Not my fault they think I’d appreciate them casting love spells and carving my name into their walls.” He glances at your grossed-out grimace, and nods knowingly, a nod that says yeah, it’s been that bad. “I’d rather die alone if that’s what I end up doing while in love.” 

You snicker, turning your entire body so your legs rest on the seats of the couch and your back leans against the armrest. Suna eyes your shirt up and down, frowning at the old, but persistent coffee stain that refuses to wash off. He doesn’t think he’s ever getting that shirt back, but he’s okay with that. He wasn’t going to ask anyways. “She was not in love with you, Rin. Stop being an egotist.” 

Something goes off in the kitchen, and Suna suddenly notices how his nose tingles at smells of burnt sugar and butter in the air. You hop off the couch, disappearing into the kitchen only to return with a bowl that Suna thinks might be bigger than your chest- your head. When you set the bowl down on the fabric between your crossed legs, and stuff handfuls of popcorn into your mouth, he sighs. There’s no running from this after all. 

“So? What’s the Mitsuki level warning?” You raise your brow expectantly, the same way that you do at every debrief session, which Suna never fails to show up late to. Thankfully, that usually gives you more time for the everything shower, because the sessions also never fail to carry on through the night, and into the next day.

Ah, Mitsuki, his recurring nightmare. In hindsight, Suna should have known better than to try anything with her, of all people. For fuck’s sake, she drew gore of pre-existing couples, and posted them publicly with pride. “Not that bad, my god. You think she was a villain or something? It was only, like, cried and told me that I must be in love with someone else level bad.” For the record, that’s not even a level 1 warning on the Mitsuki scale. You roll your eyes, mouthing booooo with popcorn stuffed in your cheeks and sticking a buttery thumb down. The horrors that you’ve had the displeasure of hearing about are enough to turn anybody away from love. In fact, they’re enough to undo the security of happily married parents, and an unproblematic friend group at school, and the fact that Suna Rintarou has been looking a little too decent recently. You chalk it up to him finally cutting the stupid hair short.

Suna’s hand invades the popcorn bowl, picking for the glossiest piece. He knows it’s in there, somewhere, the piece with the best butter to caramel ratio, the one that you always find before he does when he shares a bucket with you at the movies. To his disappointment, it is once again, gone. He settles for one that has enough butter, and pops it into his mouth. You throw a dry piece at his face. He eats that one too. 

“Keep going? I need to update my catalogue of your botched dates.”

“It wasn’t even a date!” You throw another piece of popcorn at his face, and this time, he chucks it back at you. “I agreed to show her around the area tonight because she asked, and I was assigned to her, of all the new first years! I didn’t think she would break down when I said no to hooking up now, did I?” You snicker, pointing accusingly at Suna and wiggling your finger. Then, you sign directions- directions he knows all too well from telling you too much about lovesick underclassmen whose feelings go unrequited. Out the door, to the left, straight for three blocks, take a right, it’s the blue sign ahead. It’s the police station. He claws at a handful of popcorn and throws it at you while you hold your stomach and cackle. 

“I’m gonna kill you, I swear.”

“Nah, you love me too much.”

“Bullshit, I don’t.” Any type of love is too embarrassing for Suna Rintarou to be in, whether it’s what his parents have, or whatever Atsumu has got going on with that foreign chick from “another school,” or if it’s throwing popcorn at him in his old Gorillaz t-shirt, which he is still, never getting back. “Kill yourself. I hate you. If you have one hater, it’s me. I’m your biggest opp.” Yes, of course he hates when you pull this shit, because it’s not like he’s glad that underclassmen ogle over him on the daily. How is he supposed to explain that firstly, he doesn’t want to catch a case, and secondly, he thinks they’re tainting the very concept of love by embarrassing themselves like that?

You put a halt to your mindless laughter and gasp, eyes widening and pointer finger shooting up in front of you. “Whoa there!” The feigned altruism of your voice makes Suna wish he was actually dead. See? No love here. One for Suna, none for love. “Hate is a strong word, Rin. You shouldn’t hate, you should love! Love thy neighbours! Love wins!” Popcorn crumbs line his t-shirt now, and Suna clicks his tongue, running a hand over the plasticky print. It’s in pristine condition, spare for the splotch of brown, conveniently placed in one of the four white areas on the shirt. You swat his hand away, throwing a coy smirk in his direction as you shake the fabric to let the crumbs fall off. He tries to wince, holding back the muscles in his cheeks from moving the wrong way and smiling, and a pained smoulder comes as a result. Better than a smile, especially when you’re prodding at him to choose love. That would have been embarrassing, and very, very hard to explain.

“Love does not win.” Suna turns on the television now, your muted reflections turning to colour as some reality show drones on. Oh look, it’s Love Island, where all the female leads are a little stupid, and the male leads are trying unnecessarily hard not to think with their dicks. “It’s sad, and half the time girls that say they’re in love with me end up running away crying because of it.” 

You hum, questionably. Is that what he thinks love is? Well, yes, it’s sad, obviously. Embarrassing too. You’ve seen it in the sappy texts that your freshly-dumped friends foolishly shoot to their cheater exes, and heard it in Suna’s many escapades, including, but not limited to being car-chased by Mitsuki onto your poor neighbour’s lawn, which they still haven’t managed to get fixed. Still, it always wins, because somebody else thinking they’re in love with Suna means that you get to hear all about them for hours on end, and then try to convince him that there’s obviously somebody better, or at least sane, that's around the corner, ready to love him normally. Not you though, because that’s, again, embarrassing. Although you admit that you wouldn’t mind if he ever asked. 

“I told you, Rin, they’re not in love with you. They’re obsessed, it’s different.” 

Suna shrugs, blowing a raspberry. He doesn’t think you know what you’re talking about, because if you ever needed him to, Suna Rintarou would undoubtedly lay his life down for you, no questions asked. If you ever wanted another shirt, he’d give you his collection, then buy you more if that still isn’t enough. He’d let you off the hook for snatching the best piece of popcorn in the bucket from him, and settle for the butter pieces with only bits of caramel on the edges. Hell, he’d even swallow his ego, and just date you if it helped you with anything. But he would rather die than hand you a love letter stamped shut with red wax, or push you up against a locker in the middle of school rush hour, and has never, in his life, wanted to watch you sleep through a bedroom window like Mitsuki has to him. Obsession, in the name of love, is sorely inapplicable to Suna Rintarou. Therefore, he must be romantically inept. It’s okay, he accepts it. 

“I don’t see a difference. How could you?”

Your mind blanks at his question, unsure how to explain to Suna that somebody screaming I love you! with a DSLR camera full of his photos, taken of him in secret, in places that nobody but he should know, is nothing close to love. When you reach for the coffee table and place the half empty bowl of popcorn down, you catch his expression. His eyes are half-lidded, glossed over, staring tiredly at the television. You almost let it slip that you feel a bit sad for him. 

“You’re kidding. Okay, give me a scenario, anything.” He hesitates, bouncing his leg up and down and tapping his finger against the seat of the couch. His eyes dart towards you, who are staring at him. He doesn’t look away.

“Alright, what would you do if you loved someone?”

In normal circumstances, you’d probably tell them, nothing. When Suna Rintarou is sitting beside you on your couch, however, it’s different. You think, looking at the ceiling to avoid any and all eye contact.

“Well, for starters, I wouldn’t try to fight their best friend.” You blurt out, remembering the black eye you suffered as a result of telling Mitsuki off for showing up at Suna’s doorstep in nothing but lingerie. “And I’d be okay taking a black eye for them anyways, it’s just not a nice experience.” Suna nods introspectively, looking back to the television. Nope, still Love Island, but it’s enough to occupy his scrambling mind. You continue.

“I mean, flowers are kind of embarrassing, and I kinda hate them, but if they wanted to give me flowers, I’d pretend to like them. Maybe try to keep them alive too.” By ascending the stairs to your room, you would see a single rose in a vase. It’s half-wilted, the water level decided with uncertainty a year ago when Suna thought it was funny to give you the rose from one of his secret admirers on Valentine’s day. “If they loved me though, they would know that I hate flowers.” See? Not love again, two for Suna, none for love, because Suna gave you the rose knowing that you hate flowers. 

“I’d take lots of consensual photos of them, anytime, and everywhere.” Suna knows that you have an entire album, filled with god awful, non-consensual photos of him. That means you don’t love him, which is good! Because he doesn’t either, even if he also has an album of unflattering, non-consensual photos of you. Suna’s favourite is one that is actually quite flattering, where you’re leaning up against the handle of a shopping cart, and reaching for a bottle of mayonnaise on a rack. Non-consensual, unbeknownst to you, but he thinks you’d like it if he showed you. “Keep them in a cute little folder or something too.”

“Are you sure you’re not in love with anyone? Because you seem to know way too much.”

“I think s-” Stopping abruptly, you bite your tongue before the next words have a chance to come out. “I think I’m open to it.” You stretch, and your foot pokes into Suna’s side. He grabs it, sitting closer, and pulls you down until your legs rest on his own, which are now bouncing uncontrollably. 

“Okay, good to know. What’s your type, then?”

Your hands reach behind your head, cushioning it as you lie on the headrest. “Someone funny. And sane. Good looking too, but that’s a bonus.” No, this is bad. It’s two for Suna, but one for love, because Suna Rintarou is sane. Love Island on the television erupts into a flurry of applause, and when the two of you look at the screen, two people are kissing. One of them opens their mouth too much, and it clearly freaks the other person out. “Oh, and somebody who doesn’t kiss like…that.” You nudge Suna’s chest with your knee. “What about you? First year freshmen?” He pokes the side of your stomach, right where the coffee stain sits on his t-shirt. 

“Fuck you.” His curses drone off, lost in thought. Does he want somebody tall? Short? Somebody who plays volleyball like him? No, that’s not it. He looks back at you, whose eyes are still trained onto the television. He thinks he should take another photo of you, one that he thinks you’d like just as much as the shopping cart one. It’ll be a lot of effort, trying to reach for his phone in his pocket with your legs over his own, but it’ll be worth it. “I just want somebody who won’t try to climb through my bedroom window at three in the morning.” Now that he says it out loud, it sounds like the bare minimum. “And maybe someone who actually wants me around, even if I’m not romantic or whatever.” You look back at Suna, and suddenly you’re putting every single person that’s ever confessed their love to shame just by being his best friend of four years, sitting beside him like you always have. Fuck, it’s two for Suna, and three for love. He’s not sure where the extra point came from, but he probably deserves it. “I think I just want somebody who loves me. Like, actually loves me.”

“What, you finally get it?”

“Yeah, I think I do.” Suna rubs at his gradually reddening face with both of his clammy palms. You smile, because you’re not sad for him anymore. Your best friend is finally starting to see that love isn’t being chased by a car, or being cornered with a letter, or even being kissed on the cheek by girls who barely know him, but somehow think they’re in love with him. “This is so fucking embarrassing. Oh my god. Love is so fucking embarrassing.” 

“I know, Rin. It’s nice though, I think, when you’re in love.” Your words drift off into the air of your living room, and although you're punching yourself in your head, you come to the acknowledgement that you might just be in love with Suna Rintarou. Love really sets you up to embarrass yourself, especially when you realise it at a time like this.

“Have you been?”

You don't nod, and his stomach drops, because Suna Rintarou is pretending that he wants to make fun of whatever comes out of your mouth next, but hoping for you to say his name. Two for Suna, four for love.

“I probably am right now, but who am I to say? I know nothing more than you do. People don’t even go for me, which saves me the trouble.” You shrug helplessly. If love doesn’t come your way, then so be it. There’s nothing more embarrassing than putting out more than you get, which is exactly what you would do for only one person in the world.

“They would.” 

“You serious?” Suna nods, legs coming to rest. “Proof, right now, or it didn’t happen.” It’s about to end horribly, and Suna Rintarou might never live this down, but he’s lost four-two to love, so placing all his bets on this is now obligatory. 

“Okay, go out with me. I’ll take you somewhere nice.” You freeze, sitting upright. Your body is still as stone, legs still on Suna’s, which are shifting so he can turn and face you.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He doesn’t miss the grin that creeps onto your face. It’s a good sign, he thinks. A sign that you do, in fact, love him back, one way or another. 

“Well, I’m funny, and I’m sane. That’s what you want, right?” Yes, that is what you want. In fact, upon closer consideration, Suna Rintarou is exactly what you want. Who would’ve guessed? Best friend of four years, like you thought, just around the corner. 

“You would be correct. And I want you around, always, even if you don’t like romance, which is what you want, right?” Suna nods, because that is exactly what he wants. 

“Okay, and you…actually love me, and are not just trying to see what boxers I’m wearing, right?” Your eyes dart between his own, and you think about the time Mitsuki somehow managed to steal Suna’s boxers after breaking into his house at three in the morning, before she was chased out and had the restraining order filed against her. No, you’d never stoop that low. Plus, you already know from shuffling through Suna’s closet for all these years, stealing t-shirts off of him. T-shirts that you still wear on rotation to bed, sometimes to go out. You don’t tell him about your friends asking you whether they’re your boyfriend’s shirts, and how you would respond, I wish, idiots.

“I do actually love you, Rintarou. Plus, I think I’d rather not see your boxers again, thanks. And if we go out, you’ll figure out whether you’re in love with me as well, and we can work with that.” The credits roll on the television, and it cuts to an episode preview. Suna looks at you, and he thinks maybe, just maybe, if you ever wanted him to, he’d show up to your doorstep, not just with more of his band t-shirts, but with handwritten love letters tied into a stack too. 

“Nah, I know I love you. We can skip the date and just get together.”

author's note:

watch me post this at 2am sydney time and then get annoyed when no one sees it because 2am is a cursed time for me.... JOKES i don't care because i loved writing this so sosoossoos much and im putting it out as soon as im finished but THANK YOU FOR READING TILL THE END!!! i have a newfound love for suna rintarou thanks to all the research i did on his character both fanon and canon he's so me frl i need to have a suna in my life ngl... I HOPE THIS LIVED UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS THO!!! genuinely one of my favourites that I've written thus far

anyways tags!!!

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ok love u all bye bye until next time

[fumifooms]

Here to share Hien thoughts today.

One thing that defines her is that she’s very capable. She’s the highest ranking in the squad after Maizuru so her confidence is in part because she does have that senior coworker &/ leader authority to her, confidence which is very much earned.

If I had to dig deeper at her beyond just what we’re shown I’d go with the angle that… She was born into the Nakamoto household and being a ninja servant, she grew up there, she doesn’t know anything else beyond the job, and it’s a job she does well, traines to get there. She’s here to do her work and she’s content with her life being how it is, not that she knows anything else. I don’t think she’d be self-aware about it all? Both because this really is pretty normal for Wa and it’s her normal, and because, while she doesn’t fold her spine or care for things like cosmetics, she does mold her attitude to be both capable and respectable. Her home, the Nakamoto household, is simultaneously a professional setting, it’s a 24/7 thing.

She’s critical of others, including her superiors and she doesn’t shy from it. Everyone shittalks Toshiro’s father regardless, but she also gets reprimanded by Maizuru for seeing Toshiro as vaguely unreliable, again likely influenced by their history as childhood friends, sasses Maizuru when she goes off into an anecdote again, etc. Even as a kid with Toshiro, doubtlessly after starting her ninja training already considering that Toshiro started his at ~5yo, she told him it was unbecoming of him to cry. She’s the one both with the job and the will to keep others in check, like when it comes to Izutsumi not doing her tasks, etc etc.

Her childhood friend relationship with Toshiro only grew more professional with time, to her surprise but seems to be more about the thought of it rather than it affecting her emotionally. With the way her extra comic lays it out, it seems she expected to become Toshiro’s mistress because of history repeating itself, in a "it is what it is" way more than anything, which is in line with the reading that she’s more go-with-the-flow and "anything that I’m tasked with I’ll accomplish, as a matter of course". She’s not really social, and keeps herself ready to act at beck and call. She’s not uptight but she’s hard-working. So yeah like, taking pride in your skills but also keeping your identity mostly molded for efficiency. She doesn’t really think about it all, she just is and she’s fine with things as they are, going from one task to the next.

I think it’d be neat to look at her relationship with her parents… They’re both servants at the Nakamotos’, so while maybe busy like Maizuru was at times while raising Toshiro but still taking the time to cook for him (which, parents that prioritize work over her would make sense with how she became how she is), I wonder what their relationship was like, how much time they spent together, how Hien feels like towards them… I assume they’re a part in molding what her definition of normal is, after all if they are longstanding servants of the Nakamotos she has that much less reason to question such a life. But like… Have they ever had hard-hitting discussions, or is she pretty distant even with them? Did they push her into working harder, or were more hands-off? Does Hien maybe want to earn recognition by being capable? Hien has a younger sister that she gets along "so-so" with…

Hien’s younger sister seems to smile more, be more social and a bit nonchalant, such and such. Could be a point of tension that points to the "so-so", that they’re dissimilar/Hien thinks she doesn’t behave right or takes things too lightly, that she’s "unreliable" maybe. Or it could also point to some difference in how they grew up… Like oh I bet there could be tasty angst with mertocracy and siblings favoritism with her family thrown in there… Having to earn the love, earn your keep, earn your spot in the hierarchy (in work and family both)

To me she shines best as a foil, like to Beni, but like. She’s got neat stuff going on If you’re wondering where I took half of what I referenced from I recommend looking at my masterpost on the Nakamoto party, info and extras are compiled

[coolingrosa]

I entirely agree with your points about dream XD although i believe they were six instead of eight…

Also not liking Neil is valid, but keep in mind, Neil only knows as much as dream tells him, since he’s practically banished from their village

and like you said, dream doesn’t comprehend or even know about most of their abuse. even if he did he’s unlikely to tell neil, since dreams whole reason for going into the woods was to hide his pain and crying

neil had yet to meet nightmare, and had no idea what dream was actually going through, i’m not sure why this makes him a horrible person? the people in that village caused him to lose his home, a limb, and killed his wife and young son, i don’t think he had any way of knowing before its to late…

i see people finding him uninteresting and i understand but im not really seeing how he’s a horrible person for not knowing what’s going on behind the scenes💔 he’s a heartbroken man who’s isolated and only connection is..this child 💔for all we know, he probably assumed dream had a caretaker, he may have even thought “nightmare” was dreams caretaker. whatever the case i don’t think it’s fair to label him this way, but i am always interested in your interpretations and i’d love to hear your thoughts on it /gen💚💚💚

I’m not saying he’s a horrible person- but as an adult, there were signs of abuse Dream definitely displayed and failed to notice. Children aren’t good at putting up a front. Hell- I’m sure Dream had to mention Nightmare’s constant injuries out of concern. If he didn’t, it would imply Dream didn’t put much mind to them, which could be true as he’s a kid, but I don’t think that’s very in character for who Dream is- especially since he blames himself for never doing anything. That blame does make it seem implied Dream knew something wasn’t right but didn’t have the words or the comprehension to wrap his head around it (or skull lol)

I know Neil’s past and isolation- but you’d think that would make him even more suspicious with how Dream talked about how much pressure he had on him, or how Nightmare never shows himself but always seems to be injured in Dream’s stories. Nightmare was abused BADLY. I do remember this having to be said due to fans saying it was just bullying, but adults would also partake in beating him. There would be many signs of Nightmare not able to play as much because he’s hurting- further isolating himself that would leave Dream likely frustrated and wanting to rant about how Nightmare “hates him” and oh so “loathes him” b.c he won’t play anymore. Neil, as an adult, should hear that and be suspicious. But he doesn’t do anything or look further into it.

He knows the villagers and how horrible they are, would likely hear from Dream slip-ups that make the picture more clear, but never nudged to meet Nightmare himself. He focused only on Dream rather than being curious about the other sibling. I also don’t think it’s in character for Dream to never talk about Nightmare and say who he is. Nightmare was his brother and the light of his life. His death haunts him so badly that he’s in pain for centuries after and constantly misses that little boy. The balance ties them together- and Dream wouldn’t miss a beat to talk about him. Especially since he’s so young, he’s bound to over share as soon as he feels safe.

Neil isn’t an abuser or on the same standing as the villagers. But there was indeed some neglect done there, no matter how you look at it. He isn’t THE CAUSE of the apple incident or Nightmare’s abuse, but he is a passive force that looked the other way instead of stepping in, leaving the boys alone even more. Just like Nim did.

So, no, I’m not saying he’s a horrible person. But he’s not a good father figure if he only focused on Dream and neglected looking into the obvious signs of abuse towards Nightmare that Dream missed. I don’t think Dream would want to be around someone who did that, or he wouldn’t feel as comfortable anymore. Dream isn’t a single package. He had a brother with him. I don’t see him ever fully trusting Neil again for not stepping in as the adult in the picture in favor of Dream, bc that’s exactly what the villagers had been doing to Nightmare leading up to his death.

He’s not a horrible person and can be sympathetic, but he sat by and did nothing in the face of abuse. That’s why I don’t like him. I get why others do, but I can’t. If he was written better with more concern towards both twins, then perhaps I would.

[tunastime]

A Minute in the Morning

so I started playing pokemon legends arceus. crumples to the ground. (2762 words)

In a hazy, rusty morning light, Ingo wakes up.

It’s a slow start—like his office computer, taking a whole ten minutes to finish booting, enough to stir sugar into his morning coffee and dissect his breakfast sandwich into parts. It feels like it takes just about that much time for Ingo to become aware of where he’s lying, which is in bed. Which is not where he fell asleep to begin with, which means that someone lifted him to bed and tucked him in. Which was rather sweet. Because he’s burrowed into the covers like a happy drilbur, keeping the cold from his fingers and toes and nose. He finally blinks his eyes open, and it’s sunrise that fills his room. Not his room. Scratch that. Emmet’s room. No wonder the blankets are so much lighter than he remembers them being. Nevertheless. Happy drilbur. He weasels a little more into the pillow. From either side of him, something moves. It’s slight, if there, but as he cranes his neck, slow and careful, he can see a dark head of hair on one side, and silver-white on the other. 

Ingo’s heart swells a fraction too big and too warm for his chest as he sighs out.

Elesa and Emmet haven’t woken up yet, which is a plus. If he were to move too much and move them he might lose the warmth from either side. Elesa’s shoulder rests against the crest of his back, and Emmet’s holding onto his elbow with one hand. The grip is loose at best, but the warmth, both from shoulder to spine and hand to elbow, seeps through him.

It’s blurry. Just everything. It kind of mushes together in his brain, like jam. Or maybe jelly. It doesn’t really matter. If he thinks too hard, his stomach starts to twist in knots, and he’d rather not feel sick while he’s trying to enjoy his morning. He remembers falling asleep while the television played the night prior—nighttime skits and commercials he filtered out until Emmet’s shoulder became the comfiest thing. He supposes that sometime between that point, and the point which he’s just woken up, Elesa came in, and at some other point, he was carted off to bed. It’s nice, though. The blankets make just enough weight over him to soothe ache and anxiety, and it’s warm, and he’s mostly thinking about how nice a cup of coffee sounds right now. Maybe a latte. Something warm. He shuts his eyes again.

The light is surprisingly yellower when he wakes up again. There’s still a warm weight on both sides of him, but it feels different than before. It stretches over him, too, more than just the weighted blanket that’s been added on top of him. He peeks an eye open to find Eelektross slumped over him, his large head curled near Ingo’s shoulder and his similarly large eyes shut as he snores. Ingo snorts, trying to shift to his back with the weight over him, without waking Eelektross. He does after a moment, settling once again, only for Eelektross to huff and fix one, tired eye on his face. Ingo smiles, just a little.

Wriggling a hand free, he pats Eelektross’ forehead, a path well pet and well loved.

“Good morning, you gigantic eel.”

Eelektross trills, nuzzling into Ingo’s hand.

“Mm, yes,” Ingo says. “I’m sure that definitely did not alert Emmet that I am awake, meaning I can’t fake any more sleep. Thank you Eelektross.”

The eel gives a happy sniff.

Ingo snorts.

Typical.

The door cracks open a moment later, the wide eyes of his brother peeking through. He raises his eyebrows, looking over Ingo and Eelektross still in bed. It comes with a little head tilt, something Ingo knows is indicative of an Emmet with a question.

“Sleep well?” he asks. Ingo nods.

“I think so,” he says. “I didn’t realize I’d be carried to bed when I fell asleep.”

“Ah!” Emmet says, eyebrows raising. “I made sure you stayed asleep when we carried you in. You’re a very deep sleeper when you want to be.”

It’s getting better, the gaps in his memory. It’s not enough to trust himself to start his duties as a Subway Boss again, but it's enough to have a few doctor’s appointments and to speak with police and his boss and their coworkers. He’s remembered their pokemon, which is why Eelektross didn’t startle him. And he’s remembered enough for him to fall asleep on Emmet’s shoulder with no care in the world. Enough for life to begin to settle from the chaos. Today is Tuesday, which means Emmet has the day off, and Ingo can tell, even as he reaches to wipe sleep from his eyes, that Emmet is still in his pajamas. He opens the door a little wider, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Ah,” Ingo echoes. “Was it Elesa’s idea to sleep in your room rather than my own?”

“It was,” Emmet concedes, smiling. “But I am Emmet, and I make a very good pillow.”

“You are Emmet and you are a very clingy sleeper,” Ingo says, letting his eyes shut again. Emmet makes a startled noise.

“Go-Go, don’t fall asleep again,” he yaps. “Your breakfast will get cold.”

Slowly, Ingo opens one eye, looking at his brother in the doorway. Eelektross snuffs into his shoulder, wriggling off of him. He grunts as the eel’s weight shifts off, leaving him free, but cooler.

“What’s for breakfast?” he says, watching Eelektross wriggle off the bed and toward Emmet. Emmet opens the door a bit further, takes a step back, and hefts the eel into his arms, knees bending with the weight. Ingo watches Emmet giggle to himself, shifting Eelektross in his arms to better wrap around his neck and arms, weight heavy against him. Clearly.

“Pancakes,” Emmet huffs. He’s still smiling, something almost infectious.

“Alright,” Ingo sighs.

“I also cut some fruit.”

“I’m getting up,” Ingo grumbles, rolling onto his side before he peels himself up and into a sit.

“I think Elesa left her nice coffee creamer, also.”

“I’m already up, Em,” Ingo snorts, trying not to laugh. “You don’t have to convince me.”

Emmet laughs again.

“Just adding!” he says cheerily, wobbling off toward the living room. In the open doorway, Ingo can see the sprawl of their living room and kitchen, lit by yellow daylight. Ingo sighs, stretching his arms above his head, twisting around. When the room settles, he stands, and he realizes that the room is warm around him. Emmet must’ve turned the heat on, and it must actually be working. He hums as he combs his hair back, wandering into the bathroom to wash his face.

When he finally makes it to the kitchen table, Emmet is sitting at the table, scrolling on his x-transceiver. He’s changed into a cream-colored, high collared sweater, his hair held back with a small headband. Eelektross is lying across the couch, head resting on the arm. There’s a plate of pancakes sitting in front of Ingo’s seat at the table, and a half-eaten plate in front of Emmet. He looks up as Ingo sits, raising his eyebrows.

“Good morning,” Emmet says. He nudges a cup of coffee toward Ingo. It’s a light brown color—likely the way that Ingo likes it. It helps they like their plain coffee the same way. If it were any other type of coffee, Ingo’s certain there would be some big disagreement—type of milk and way of prep and iced versus hot. But Ingo takes a long sip of hot coffee and nearly sighs in relief. Whatever fancy creamer Elesa buys really does make a plain cup of coffee so much better. He sits, nudging Emmet with his foot under the table.

“What are you reading?” he asks, gesturing with his fork to Emmet’s phone. Emmet holds it up.

“Article on a new electric rail system in Galar.” 

Ingo tilts his head, nodding along.

“Interesting. Any good?”

“Very efficient,” Emmet says, nodding along. He eventually pulls back, setting his phone face down on the table and returning to his pancakes. He takes a large bite, and through it, says:

“Maybe Gear Station should get some upgrades.”

Ingo snorts.

“We’re already quite efficient,” he says. “Do you think our trains could be quicker? Easier to board?”

Emmet shrugs.

“Wishful thinking. They’re already automatically driven, so there isn’t much more, but maybe longer cars to hold more passengers. Our trains are quite small.”

“Sounds expensive,” Ingo says, drinking his coffee. He pulls apart his stack of pancakes, poking at them with his fork.

“Maybe they’ve already got an upgrade in the works,” Emmet says. “It’s been a while since we’ve had an all-staff meeting. Perhaps we should inform the director.”

“Especially since I’ve returned and have about three years to catch up on, mm?”

Emmet smiles. It’s a bit tight, though. Ingo glances away, biting into his tongue. Should’ve kept that thought to himself.

“Maybe you’re right,” he says. “Though I promise you that not much has changed in the last three years.”

Ingo hums. He believes it, that nothing much has shifted. It’s hard to say, obviously, considering he wasn’t there to see it for himself, but his brother was never the type to lie without a reason, and this certainly didn’t have a good one. He takes a large bite of pancake and finds them still warm. It’s a quiet breakfast, between pancakes and coffee and Galvantula sleeping underneath the table. Emmet eventually finishes his food, shoveling large bites of pancake into his mouth as quickly as he can. Ingo watches him swallow with surprising difficulty, reaching for his cup of coffee. It takes a moment for Ingo to stomach the rest of his pancakes. Having this much food is a luxury he had not often afforded a month prior. His stomach still wasn’t used to it.

“Where is Elesa?” Ingo asks after a beat. Emmet talks through a mouthful of pancake and strawberry and maple syrup. 

“Mm, she had four battle appointments today, but she’ll be back around. Probably before two.”

Emmet is the first to finish, setting all his dishes together as he stands. He moves around Ingo as Ingo finishes, collecting dishes and setting everything in the sink. As Ingo stands to pass him his plate, he asks:

“Did you have a plan today?

“Mm?” Emmet hums. “No, not particularly. Why? Is there something you wanted to do?”

Ingo frowns, face pulling.

“Well,” he starts. “I was thinking—”

“Ah,” Emmet interjects. “Your first mistake—”

“I was thinking,” Ingo continues, narrowing his eyes. “That it might be a good idea for us to visit Elesa. I need to ask her for a new coat.”

“Mm!” Emmet startles, turning toward him. His face brightens. “That’s right! You do need a new coat. Good thing she’ll be over later, mm?”

Ingo nods. He fetches his coffee mug, pouring another cup of black coffee to balance the sweetened dregs. He leans back against the counter right as Emmet goes to hand him a dish to put away. They work in tandem for a moment, pausing as Ingo works to finish his coffee.

It’s a slow morning, 8:45am, and Ingo gazes back at his bed with longing.

It’s just. When’s the last time he had such a good sleep, right? On a bed that soft? He’d gotten so used to tatami mats and the grass and canvas laid out on the ground and here was a bed, with thick fluffy blankets and several large pillows and another person taking up space. It was very—stop it, Ingo—it’s comfortable. He hands Emmet his coffee mug.

“Ingo,” Emmet says.

Ingo hums. His eyes have drifted to the couch. Maybe standing is a little hard today. He should sit, shouldn’t he?

“Is my brother still up there?” Emmet asks, tapping Ingo’s head. Ingo startles as he does, turning to him.

“I would hope so,” he says. “Otherwise I don’t know where I’d be.”

“Not here, obviously” Emmet says. He finishes rinsing Ingo’s mug, setting it top down on the drying mat. “Though I’m not entirely sure you’re all there right now, are you?”

“Trying,” Ingo hums. “Too much going on.”

Emmet hums, a bit of a laugh showing through.

“You look like you’re about to fall over.”

“I won’t,” Ingo promises.

“I don’t believe you,” Emmet says, shutting off the sink. The clean dishes sit on the rack, dripping water. Emmet wipes his hands with a dish towel. “You know, you should be resting if your engine isn’t working at full capacity. Rest is very important”

“Can’t be a well oiled machine with nowhere to go,” Ingo says, folding his arms. “I don’t understand why I don’t have the energy to move anymore.”

“Does the why matter?” Emmet asks. He’s leaning against the counter now, a mirror to Ingo, like he often was to Emmet. It was a natural progression—one following after the other, a mirror, a shadow, a doppleganger.

“It matters a little,” Ingo shrugs. “It matters to me. It gives me a reason.”

“Your reason is that you’ve gone through a lot,” Emmet says, pushing away from the counter. He scoops up his x-transceiver from the table, moving around it and through the apartment as he talks. “Your reason is that your body is playing catch-up with the world around you.”

“Maybe,” Ingo huffs.

“I am Emmet,” says his brother. “I am tired. I don’t sleep well. Do you think it’s my fault that I’m tired and don’t sleep well?”

Ingo grits his teeth. He hates this part—ever since they were little, Emmet would flip this hypocritical card, showing Ingo exactly how stupid he was sounding. It was good, for the most part, because Emmet was right and next time Emmet did the same thing, Ingo could follow suit with that card. But it was so annoying watching it now, watching Emmet throw open the blinds and shimmy open the window for the fire escape. A tinged-cool spring breeze filters in through the open window, tossing the curtains aside. Emmet keeps moving as Ingo thinks, the gears in his head turning slowly, still dulled with sleep. 

“No,” Ingo says shortly, watching Emmet rearrange coasters on the coffee table, setting game controllers back into their docks. “I don’t think anything is your fault.”

“Well now you are just flattering me, Go-Go.”

“Don’t say that flattery never got anyone anywhere,” Ingo says, pointing at him, waving his finger. Emmet laughs.

“My point is,” he says, gesturing to the couch. “You’re allowed to rest. We can figure out the steps from there, right? Even if we’re sitting on the couch to do it.”

Ingo sighs, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Even if I fall asleep?”

Emmet nods, still smiling a little.

“I will wake you if you do.”

Ingo huffs out a laugh, feeling the edges of his mouth quirk up. As Emmet sits on the soft, corduroy couch, Ingo feels himself pulled forward, as if recalled, to sit beside him. He brings his knees up as he settles into his familiar spot between the back and arm of the couch. 

“Do you promise you’ll shake me awake?” Ingo says, leaning his head against the back of the couch. Emmet scrunches his nose.

“Yes,” he says, knocking his knuckles into Ingo’s knee. “I do. But I’m going to watch Alakazam! so you can think without my talking.”

Ingo nods. The television hums to life quietly in the background.

Emmet always watches Alakazam! at 9am. At least, when he can catch it. Ingo watches the last few minutes of the previous game show, something quiet and low despite the flash of colors and excited spread of energy. As the show starts, he watches Emmet’s face shift, that serious pull to his mouth and the furrow of his eyebrows that Ingo only sees when they’re battling. To see that spark again, not knowing how long it’s been gone, turns a question in Ingo’s mind.

“Emmet,” he says.

“Yes, I am Emmet,” Emmet says. “You are Ingo. What do you need?”

“I think I've got an idea of what I want to do today.”

Emmet turns his head a bit, looking at Ingo mostly out of the corner of his eye. His eyes flick back and forth between Ingo’s face and the television, waiting for his program to start.

“Mm?” Emmet asks. Ingo smiles a bit, a laugh stuck behind his teeth.

He sees the glint in Emmet’s eye before he even asks his question.

“What about a pokemon battle?”

[ryuichirou]

Noncon hc

Anonymous asked:

Trey with a rape kink is hot lol oops. Luckily for him Riddle is the perfect victim..among others.

Is there anyone else you headcanon has the same/similar kinks? 👀

Anonymous asked:

Who's most likely to rape someone? If u already made a rape fic I wanna see

I can’t believe that I triggered this Pandora box by mentioning Trey’s possible kink in one of the hc lists lol But I am glad I did! Thank you for your asks, Anons.

Of course and as always, it’s as possible for all of these boys to be that bad and also equally possible for them not to be, and for someone who loves darker themes and dub/noncon it’s interesting for me to write about it, because I have to fight the urge to yell ALL OF THEM and call it a day lol But also! I’ll try to think about it (kind of) rationally, so let’s go through the list!

(I’m only writing about the tops this time, not because I don’t think bottoms are incapable of raping, but rather because this particular set of bottoms isn’t, in my opinion. My bias, as always <3)

So yeah, three questions: who has this kink/actively thinks about it; who would actually do it; who has done it.

Ace – not really, I don’t think his mind goes that way at all. He did watch some porn with pretend rape before and thought that it’s kind of stupid and isn’t hot at all, but something did tingle in his brain and he did keep thinking about that one porn for weeks after watching it. Still, normally he wouldn’t do it...

Trey – just thought I’d mention this man so we could point at him and say “shame” once again. He is haunted by his kink. He hadn’t done anything yet though, and he doesn’t think he could. Who knows? It’s always a battle in Trey’s head.

Cater – he does have a little bit of this kink. The power and control aspect speak to him in a very unexpected (for Cater himself) manner. He isn’t as haunted by this kink as Trey, but he does fantasise about it sometimes... If it’s just in his head, it doesn’t hurt anyone, right?

Ruggie – nah, I don’t think he overlaps with this kink in any way shape of form.

Jack – no kink, but his instinct does take over sometimes, so there is always a risk that he could lose control and do something that could be at least described as dubcon. I think the deep shame that he is feeling over this could morph into weird enjoyment though, so maybe he’ll get himself into a Trey situation at some point...

Azul – he doesn’t really think about these things, so while he isn’t aware of it, he does have a kink. He is even more into power and control of it than Cater; in general, Azul is a sucker for destroying someone. But in practice, he would only do it if it’s a part of his twisted convoluted plan. Otherwise, it would just be a waste.

Jade and Floyd – I try not to write about both of them at the same time, but: yup. Both of them have it, both of them would do it, both of them has done it. Sometimes they act together, sometimes they do it separately. But they also don’t consider it as big of a deal as some other boys: in a lot of ways, it’s pretty much their default state...

Kalim – I know we all love darker twists for Kalim, but nah :) Look at him. He doesn’t have this desire to break, ruin and dominate. I wouldn’t call him 100% innocent, but I also don’t think he has either desire or guts to pull off something like that.

Rook – I will once again remind everyone that he explains his friendship with Trey by saying that birds of a feather flock together. No matter how much Trey insists that he is the normal one, neither of them are normal, and of course Rook finds the idea of rape hot in a sickly poetic way. Would he do it? Absolutely. Has he done it before? Well, that’s a secret...

Ortho – AI!Ortho doesn’t have kinks, but he does have phases during which he tries to mimic certain behaviours, so no one is 100% safe. For now though, he is a good boy! And human!Ortho probably wouldn’t necessarily have this kink, but he is one unstable boy, probably the closest to a yandere out of everyone in twst, so he could definitely do it. Although I think this would put him in a bit of a different category...

Sebek – this kink is a little sapling that is desperately trying to bloom in Sebek’s head, but he is pushing it down with all of his will. He doesn’t want to think about it and he doesn’t fully understand it, but it feels indecent. Not even because it’s non-consensual, but because it feels dirty... and makes him lose focus every time he is being extra aggressive with Silver during their sparring and Silver makes an unexpected sound or looks at him in confusion. Yeah, I think Sebek is capable of doing something like this at some point.

Lilia – yes, yes and yes. Well, he used to do a lot of fucked up shit when he was younger, and he does have the biggest body count in the entire cast, and he absolutely didn’t ask for consent every single time (with anyone other than royalty of course). I would even say he only started asking for consent relatively recently... But the more “consensual and proper” Lilia becomes, the more this desire cements itself as a kink in his brain. Is it nostalgia? He does fantasise a lot... especially when some brat pisses him off or acts in a way that is annoying <3

[nebulablakemurphy]

Twenty Questions (Part 1)

Summary: For Y/N’s 20th birthday Haymitch gifts her 20 questions, that he has to answer honestly, no matter what. Mentions of sex/forced pregnancy. Set in the Moves & Countermoves universe.

Haymitch Abernathy x Fem!Reader

Haymitch finds Y/N at the dining room table, slapping down her present beside her half eaten lunch. “Happy birthday.”

“Oh.” Y/N reaches for the envelope, warily. More instructions from President Snow?

“It’s from me.” Haymitch huffs, pouring himself a glass of gin.

From him. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Well you got me something so,” he raises his cup to her.

“Thank you, Haymitch.” He turned thirty a couple months ago and Y/N gifted her husband a rather large assortment of alcohol. Y/N opens the gift, a piece of paper with the words ‘20 questions.’

“Since you’re so interested in yours truly, this is an open invitation to ask me anything you want. Twenty times, I’ll answer honestly.” By this time next year we’ll be neck deep in diapers, or dead.

Y/N smiles, softly. “First question, why are you doing this?”

“Because I-” love you. I love you and there’s no fucking way around it. “If you’re gonna have my baby, you deserve to know me.”

“I think I know you.”

Haymitch sinks back a bit more in his chair. “You know me better than most people would ever want to, I’ll give you that.”

“Do you want to have a baby with me?”

There it is, straight for the jugular. “That’s not a question, that’s a trap.”

“Tell me why,” Y/N laughs.

“If I say no, it will upset you. If I say yes, it will upset you. I can’t win.”

“It’s not about winning, it’s about how you feel.”

“I feel like,” he takes a moment to look at her, really look at her. “If I was just some guy and you were just some girl, who hadn’t managed to piss off Snow to the point of no return. We wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“That is not an answer.”

“That’s how I would want to have a baby with you, or anybody for that matter.” Keep your emotions out of it. “If we were- It wouldn’t be dangerous for the poor kid getting brought into all this. We wouldn’t be rushed by orders to do this now, we would have time. And you could choose me…or hell, you could not choose me. Either way it would be your choice.”

“You think I wouldn’t choose you?”

Haymitch chuckles, bitterly. “Nobody in their right mind would choose me.”

“I might’ve.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Why?”

“You’re burning through these questions pretty quick, angel.” Haymitch warns, tapping at his tumbler.

“If I run out, I’ll just have to torture the answers out of you.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me.” Haymitch calls her bluff. “Not on purpose.”

“Have I hurt you, Haymitch?”

Fuck. “Hurting you hurts me.”

“You’ve never hurt me.”

“Not on purpose.” He agrees, “but you’ve been hurt by things we had to do.”

“That’s not the same.” Y/N shakes her head.

“It is, whether you’re ready to admit that to yourself or not-”

“Is that why you threw up the first time?”

The first time, that terrible night with those damn cameras. “I threw up because of how you looked at me.”

“How did I look at you?”

“Like you wanted me to help you and I couldn’t.”

“I’d never been that close to anyone, ever. It was intimidating, but I trusted you.”

“I tried to make it good for you.”

“You did!” Y/N raises her brows, “you made me cum like four times.”

Haymitch grins, “next question.”

“What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

“Best I’ve ever had…”

“Doesn’t have to be with me.” Y/N says, holding up both hands.

“No, it was you.” He scoffs, downing his drink and pouring another.

“Which time?”

“You’re gonna kill me for saying it.”

“No, please, Haymitch,” she pouts. “Tell me.”

Being ‘just friends for now’ didn’t stop them from kissing whenever they wanted, sleeping in the same bed, or screwing every chance they had. “My birthday.”

“Oh,” Y/N purses her lips. She’d taken one of those stupid pills from the Capitol and rode him to kingdom come. “What did you like about it?”

“That you wanted me.”

“I do want you.”

“You have me.” Dammit, get a hold of yourself.

“If I have you, then you have me.” I’m yours…if you want.

Haymitch sighs, “what number are we on?”

“Like four or five.”

“Four or five?” She’s trying to pull a fast one on him. “Gotta be at least ten.”

“No, they don’t all count. We were just talking!”

“Fine, we’ll only count five. But from here on, they all count.”

“Deal.” Y/N agrees, she can still cover a lot of ground. “What is your worst fear?”

“There’s a few, like running out of liquor.”

“Of course,” she nods.

“But the worst would be losing someone I care about.” My worst fear is losing you.

“Yeah.” Y/N swallows hard, “me too.” He has spared her from losing her family, the way he did, giving up pieces of himself to do it. “Do you ever regret what you did to help me?”

“No.” No matter what happens, he doesn’t want her to end up like him. All alone…until now.

“Next one’s hard.”

“Hard to ask or answer?”

“Both.”

Haymitch narrows his eyes, “shoot.”

“How do you feel about me?” She aims to kill.

“I feel like you know.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“You’re my friend. Best one I’ve got for miles. You are hands down the most stubborn person I have ever met and I like that about you.” Haymitch admits.

“What is your least favorite thing about me?”

That you ripped my heart open and shoved yourself inside. “You never stay on your side of the bed.”

Part 2

[musicalmoritz]

I am hopeful about how the anime will adapt TeruAoi

Hear me out, one of the most common complaints about the writing of the manga is that Teru’s crush on Aoi doesn’t make any sense. There’s still the possibility he could like Akane instead (or the even less likely possibility he could like both), but right now it’s strongly looking like his crush is Aoi. I know, I wanted gay people too, but this is what we’re working with. There are hints throughout the manga that he likes her, but most of those come in the form of jokes where he’s trying to get a rise out of Akane. That actually provides more evidence towards him liking Akane than Aoi, since in those scenes he’s focused on how Akane is feeling rather than Aoi herself. So if AidaIro intend on us to pick up on TeruAoi, they’ve done a very poor job. I’d argue that the ship thrives off of heteronormativity, most straight readers (and even many queer ones) will automatically assume Teru likes Aoi and not Akane simply because he’s a boy and she’s a girl. It’s a reasonable assumption, queer rep still isn’t common enough to be the default. But it’s not a great basis for building an actual relationship, even a one-sided one

Look at Kou and Nene, that’s a one-sided relationship that was written well while still making it clear who we’re supposed to be rooting for. TBHK isn’t a love triangle like Twilight, we’re not meant to have equal fuel for both sides because AidaIro ultimately care that we support HanaNene. Kou and Nene have had numerous scenes building their friendship and, by extension, Kou’s feelings for her. However, most of these scenes are intercepted by HanaNene and Mitsukou moments. Their most notable ship moment, the donut scene, was used so that Nene could cheer Hanako up. This method gives Kounene plenty of buildup to where Kou’s feelings for her make sense without disrupting either of the main pairings. It’s also remedied by the fact that Kou gets another love interest fairly early on, so he’s not stuck in the role of the “second choice” for long. That was never really part of his arc but I digress

A lot of my points here are up for interpretation or preference, some fans don’t have a problem with how TeruAoi has been built up. It’s not going to be engame, so some might even say it doesn’t matter. But with Teru’s feelings for her being such a consistent thing throughout the manga, I’d say it’s fairly important that they’re set up well. It’s central to the dynamic of the Sunflower Troupe too, which is even more important. Teru’s feelings for Aoi play into the Terukane rivalry that is so integral to their dynamic, and towards motivating Teru during the Red House arc. Keep in mind, if TeruAoi were well-written, the fandom wouldn’t be so divided on whether or not Aoi is Teru’s crush

There is still the chance that it’s been kept vague for a reason and Teru is actually gay. Please AidaIro it’s not too late-

Despite the negative tone of everything you just read, I love TeruAoi. I’m content with it being canon, although I would rather have Terukane if I’m being honest. I’m a multishipper though, so I want to make it clear that I am by no means a TeruAoi hater. On the contrary, I think they have a lot of potential, and I hope the anime doesn’t waste the opportunity to explore that. So onto the actual point of this rant

THIS CHAPTER. The one that somewhat salvaged TeruAoi’s lazy writing. The chapter that brought TeruAoi shippers rain after a drought. We’re going to see it animated in October. And I am going insane over that

The anime is known for being a poor adaptation of the manga, but in my opinion it has its benefits and its drawbacks. One of the biggest drawbacks is Teru, they completely cut out the arc that delves into his childhood and dynamic with Kou. We lost a lot of his characterization and he essentially became a background character. My boy deserves better than that. But the two new trailers showed a lot of Teru from what I remember (it’s impossible for me to miss my king), and I’m taking that as a sign that they’ve realized his potential as a character. We might get the Young Exorcist arc in season 2, since it’s incredibly important to Kou and Teru’s development both as characters and as a sibling dynamic. This might be wishful thinking but now that they realize people like this series and want to see more of it, maybe they’ll start doing the side characters justice

One of the good points, and this is going to be very controversial, is AoiAoi. The number one complaint I’ve seen about the anime (besides the exclusion of the Young Exorcist arc), is that they nerfed Akane. I disagree. Yes, anime Akane is nothing but a goofy looking nerd who simps for Aoi, but that’s essentially what his character was in the first few arcs of the manga. They adapted him accurately for what they covered. You could just as well complain that Aoi is nothing but Nene’s popular best friend in the anime. That’s true, but only because they haven’t gotten to the Grim Reaper arc yet. The anime notoriously didn’t get to the Clock Keepers arc, but since we’re getting that in season 2, we’ll be seeing a lot more of anime Akane soon. And I don’t think he’s going to disappoint

“But how did they do AoiAoi well if they didn’t adapt much?” I’m so glad you asked. Not many people have pointed this out, but the anime clearly favored AoiAoi in comparison to the other side characters. They added in a lot of scenes that weren’t in the manga, such as their interaction in the garden and the “I’d cut off my own head” scene. I can’t remember them adding in many other scenes, besides Yako’s backstory, so they must have wanted some fan service. The anime really leans into the romance element (for better or worse), which is where I think they could do right by TeruAoi

We’ll be getting the iconic convenience store chapter in October, before season 2 of the anime comes out. This means we’ll get a meaningful TeruAoi moment animated before any meaningful AoiAoi moments have been animated, though AoiAoi has already been setup through the first seasons of TBHK and ASHK. So anime-onlys already know Akane and Aoi have feelings for each other, but before that gets explored in a serious manner, they’ll learn that Teru also potentially has feelings for Aoi. This is good, this will put the idea in viewers heads that Teru likes Aoi before he even jokes about liking her in the main series. The first time his feelings were mentioned in the manga was during the exam chapter, and that won’t get animated until season 3 or 4. So until then, they’ll already have the concept of TeruAoi. And they’ll be introduced to that concept through a serious episode rather than a gag scene of Teru threatening Akane

This will set up the group dynamic well while still upholding AoiAoi as the one we’re supposed to root for. They were established first, and we’ll get more insight into Akane’s feelings during the Clock Keepers arc. It won’t come at the expense of AoiAoi, but we’ll be shown a more serious TeruAoi scene to build them up as competition. That will balance out the two dynamics

I’m also hoping they add in a few scenes of TeruAoi the way they did with AoiAoi. The two aren’t really friends until the Grim Reaper arc, but they could throw in a few gag scenes of Teru sucking up to Aoi the way he’s mentioned to do in the manga. A scene of him being overly friendly to her in the hallway, offering to help her carry her bag, etc. And she could still shut him down in a polite way so they don’t lose the dynamic they have in the manga. I wouldn’t want them to do too much or give more confirmation of Teru’s feelings than we get at that point in the manga, but a few filler scenes could really help to build their relationship. At the very least, it would help Teru’s feelings make sense. But I’m already very optimistic since the TeruAoi episode of ASHK is already going to give Teru’s feelings more grounding. Releasing it before the two of them interact/mention each other in the main anime is honestly the best decision they could have made. It will be pleasantly unexpected to anime-onlys who haven’t seen the characters interact before and don’t know what their relationship is in the manga

Anyways, I know a lot of people are freaking out about the anime getting a season 2 (and I understand why), but I’m trying to stay hopeful. The first season was bad, but it’s a good introduction to the series. It was how I got into tbhk, and I felt it was a good start. It was enough to get me hyperfixated after just a few episodes so it’s not THAT bad (okay, it’s kinda bad). But they still have time to fix the major mistakes they made in season 2, as long as we get the Young Exorcist arc. And either way, ASHK is going to be delightful

[itsnothingofinterest]

So I know this is the farthest thing from a lot of our mind with the current fight; but it's been a while so I want to talk again about my faves in the League, & their heroic foils, and how their saves have been going so far. Because looking at how the past few fights have been concluding, well I just don't think the saves have been going as well as some of us hoped.

Dabi is heavily damaged, still suicidal, and still hates his family. That’s not great. Dare I say I’m afraid I gotta give Shoto a fail for that one. I can't really say he's saved his brother in this arc if he effectively ended in as bad or worse a state than he started.

I know some people read Touya & Shoto wanting to argue more as a guarantee that the whole Todoroki mess will get sorted off-screen; but I take that as no more than a sign they need to talk far more on-screen.

I thought Uraraka was really close, but it turns out she kind of, technically, drove Toga to suicide. No matter the noble intentions on all parties involved, I gotta give that a fail.

Toga coming out of this wanting to save Uraraka is good, but this level of self-sacrifice is not. And her complete lack of faith in hero society even with Uraraka’s influence is also of note, especially given how much evidence points to her being justified in feeling this way.

And Shoji…barely talked to Spinner (or rather Spinner could barely hear him and then just moved on from the conversation), so he's largely unchanged from their meeting. And what he said to the rest of the crowd, that prejudice will stop if they're all nice & inspiring enough, amounts to what heroes already do. It's also what Shoji did as a kid in his backstory, and it kind of proved proved his plan doesn’t work. I'm afraid in terms of saving your opponents, that’s a fail all around. Sorry buddy but you can't keep doing the same thing and expect different results.

So we’re 0 for 3 here with generally few solid signs of further progress after the war arc. All three of these hero kids have talked down a mob, stopped a bomb, or halted an army of clones; impressive feats for some future pros well on their way to standing with their predecessors. But they haven't really saved their villains, and they don't looks like they're really surpassing their predecessors as much a lot of us expected they would by now. Or much as I think they need to.

It's a big reason why I'm still holding out hope for that My Hero part 2 I keep talking about; so it'd give everyone a lot more time in the character development oven so the kids can get better at talking to their villains and addressing their real problems. Even if I were confident in Deku doing better at saving Tomura than his peers did their foils, I’d still be hoping for a part 2.

[4amode]

As their fan, what do you think are Remus and Sirius’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? What are your favorite headcanons of them? Do you have any fav ships (from any fandom) that the dyanamic remind you of their ship?

P.s 1 I don't dislike Tonks, but her with Remus got together, really seem out of nowhere, right?

P.s 2 Do you have any fav fics for them?

I’ll try to answer without explicitly referring to any specific fanfiction and keep things more general, since I think it’d be reductive to tie them to particular fanfics or headcanons. This is just how I personally see the characters, so, of course, some of what I believe might not match how others view them.

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🐺 Remus:

I’d say Remus’ greatest strength is his empathy. He really understands people, or at least tries to, and that’s what makes him such a great teacher. He doesn’t impose his ideas on others. Rather, he guides you toward it and leaves room for discussion. He has the patience to listen to everyone’s perspective before deciding where he stands.

That’s not to say he never gets angry, but he always tries to manage it, or at least step away when it becomes too much. It’s probably because he’s afraid of anger as such an unstable emotion, and he doesn’t want to lose control [as if he ever would]. When it comes to people he cares about, he's careful and protective. But with those outside his inner circle? I see him as kind of indifferent, even a bit cold. He doesn’t care for their opinions and doesn’t bother arguing if he doesn’t think their viewpoint matters to him. And, of course: sarcasm. Sassy, sarcastic Remus is everything.

Weaknesses: Being a werewolf and his family situation made Remus very self-reliant, to the point where he struggles to ask for help, even though he’s capable of accepting it when it’s offered. He has pretty low self-esteem and constantly underestimates how much people care about him and the lengths they’d go for him. He’s the kind of person who would quietly take insults directed at himself but would fiercely defend his loved ones.

The fact that, in canon, he didn’t check on Harry, even though he was the only one who could, makes me think that his sensitivity and low self-esteem sometimes weigh him down, especially in emotionally taxing situations, like the deaths of James and Peter or the accusations against Sirius.

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⭐️ Sirius:

Confidence, style, and passion. He’s deeply emotional and feels everything with his whole heart, which also makes him incredibly honest. I love how confident he is, likely because of his family situation, but what makes him truly amazing is his ability to walk away from that toxic environment and those beliefs. Breaking free from his family’s influence took immense bravery. His ability to ask for help when he needs it's a skill that not everyone has.

He’s excitable and has a childlike eagerness that makes him great with kids [you can hear me sobbing in the background]. Also, I love the headcanon that gives him a perfectly androgynous look [but that might as well be a very personal preference]

Weaknesses: Sirius can be far too impulsive, often acting first and thinking later, which has gotten him into serious [pun intended] trouble more than once. His intense emotions can overwhelm him to the point where he doesn’t fully understand them at first, leading to more confusion and frustration. When he’s feeling vulnerable, he tends to mask it with arrogance or defiance, which doesn’t always help the situation, especially when what he truly needs is to open up.

To analyze both of them, I think it’s helpful to consider their Patronus and Animagus forms. Remus is a wolf. Wolves aren’t naturally trusting and tend to form close-knit packs, which aligns with his selective and protective nature when it comes to those he loves. He’s aloof with others but fiercely loyal to his inner circle. Dogs, on the other hand, are playful, excitable, trusting, and loyal to a fault.

Their dynamic is mainly on the "opposites attract" side of the spectrum. Remus is reserved, reflective, and careful, while Sirius is the complete opposite, which creates a natural balance between them. At the same time, Remus is very much a Marauder at heart, willing to join or encourage Sirius [& James] in his pranks and plans, and Sirius has just enough sensibility and care not to hurt Remus, which always tugs at his heartstrings.

For the Tonks/Remus relationship, I won’t lie,it weirds me out too. I’ve always thought the bias that Remus and Sirius were in love might have influenced my feelings about it. The fact that Remus ends up with Tonks after Sirius’ death just doesn’t sit right with me, especially considering that Tonks is Sirius’ niece. Even without that detail, though, it still feels like a very random pairing.

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☆ Some of my fav headcanons [some I've read, others I've just come up with]:

They rescue baby Harry from the Dursleys and raise him together [cute chubby-cheeked BABY. HARRY. got my heart]

Sirius sometimes gets nightmares about his parents. When he does, Remus wakes him up, conjures him a cup of warm tea, and reads to him until he falls back asleep

Sirius remembers each and every one of Remus' scars

Sirius stealing Remus' sweaters, both of them having a whole wardrobe-worth of ragged band tees from the 70s and 80s

Remus always wearing several hair ties on his wrist in case Sirius needs them [Sirius likes it because he thinks it's like marking his territory]

Sirius sleeps always in Remus' bed because his scent calms him, and he doesn't have nightmares from his years in Azkaban or his family

Lots of PDA, Sirius is a very physical, touchy person, so he always maintains physical contact with Remus, and Remus absolutely doesn't mind

Remus is the only one capable of keeping Sirius in line when he gets too far

Bassist Remus / singer Sirius

Remus' wolf accepting Sirius as his mate and not attacking him even when Sirius is not in his animagus form [he still tries to avoid that because it makes Remus worry]

Adult wolfstar surviving [ouch.] and opening a shop together [tattoo shop, bookstore, you name it]

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☆ Fanfic list:

that’s the art of getting by by sarewolf [rating: M]

Dress up in You by MsKingBean89 [M]

Trust the Wolf to Bring You Home by pancake_surprise (keenbean) [G]

Stealing Harry by copperbadge [M]

How Remus Got His Groove Back by RealityShowJunky [M]

The Devil's White Knight by orphan_account [Rating: E] This is mainly a Drarry fic, but there's a super sweet parents Wolfstar on the side

Note: I've excluded ATYD, Art Heist, Baby!, Crimson Rivers, Best Friend's Brother, Choices, and The Cadence of Part-time Poets from the list because those are a must, the alphabet, a god-given blessing, even if they are not exclusively focused on wolfstar.

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☆ Similar ships, in my opinion:

Wei Wuxian / Lan Wangji - MDZS

Crowley / Aziraphale - Good Omens

Barty Crouch Jr. / Evan Rosier - Marauders era

Tim Stoker / Sasha James - TMA

Gojo Satoru / Geto Suguru - jjk

Achilles / Patroclus - TSoA

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A final bonus:

☆ Songs that remind me of wolfstar the most:

Moonage Daydream by David Bowie [a.k.a. God]

Mr. Brightside by The Killers

All of David Bowie's discography, I'm afraid [yeah, okay, you got me]

Beauty and the Beast by David Bowie

Wonderwall by Oasis

Cigarette Daydreams by Cage the Elephant

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths

Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons

As It Was by Harry Styles

Meet Me At Our Spot by the anxiety, willow, Tyler Cole

Malboro Nights by Lonely God

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Hope you enjoyed this illegally long post, and also sorry for the late answer 🐺⭐️

[thesharktanksdriver]

DETERMINATION QUESTIONS!⁽⁠⁽⁠◝⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠௰⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠◜⁠⁾⁠⁾

1) how does doffy feel about Reader? I mean in the sense of does doffy feel indebted or in some way attached to reader ? Because I feel like he's so complex that it could be taken in many ways his feelings (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

2) could Reader be killed forever if they were stabbed or just kinda killed with an sea Stone weapon ? Or is it even possible for reader to ever die in any way (other than losing determination)

3) doffy is a know figure in the sl@ve trade , so how does he feel about the fact reader was or is sometimes a slave ? :⁠'⁠(

Love the work!!!! (English is my first language so sorry if it's strangely spelled:⁠-⁠P) Sincerely AN ᕦ⁠(⁠ò⁠_⁠ó⁠ˇ⁠)⁠ᕤ

Hi!!!!!!!! Thank you for the questions for my favourite fashion disaster war criminal (lol) also don’t worry about ur English! I can read it just fine 👍

(Warning for themes of possession, obsession, slavery and doffy as a whole.)

1) Doffy’s feelings towards y/n specifically his attachment is definitely due to both a sense of gratitude/indebtment along with a sense of possession. They were his and rosinante’s only friend growing up despite the fact they were also hated by association. They’re held dear to him for their part in trying to make what should’ve been a shitty childhood at least a little better. But the real interesting part is when they die for him and his brother. They decided his life was more than their own which kinda empowers his superiority complex and attachment issues because they were his friend that was suppose to stay by his side no matter what. His friend, his.

As Doffy gets older this sentiment is reinforced more especially as he makes his “family”. It doesn’t feel complete without them. No one can compare to them, what they did for him, died for his safety. They’re his friend, he didn’t give them permission to die and leave him to go someplace else, their place is at his side like a good friend should be.

Doffy’s perception of them from when he was young to when he’s older is heavily corrupted even at the beginning. When he was younger they were still “his” friend, but back then it was more due to not wanting to loose them just as he lost the life of luxury he once had. They were his only luxury left and he wanted to keep that close. But as he got older that sentiment had time to fester and for him to become more attached to the idea of them rather than y/n themself.

He doesn’t care what y/n wants or thinks, he just wants them at his side again so he can cling to what he thinks is one of the only things that can make him happy.

(Boy that explanation was long lol, but I love going in depth on characters like him)

2) I’d say with sea stone weapons it moreso has the capacity to make y/n’a regeneration a lot slower. Simply being stabbed by a sea stone weapon would make the wait time for them to reappear much slower and leave a permanent scar on their body. I’m trapped in a room of sea stone though for an extended period of time it could potentially kill them or at least weaken them to a point where it would take years for them to appear again

3)for awhile now Doffy’s knew and had suspicions that y/n didn’t properly die but when it is confirmed for him he does a log of digging. And let’s just say he isn’t happy. Him finding out that for a while they were a slave really infuriates him, not at the cruel dehumanizing system he actively participates in but rather that it’s them who went through being treated like less than dirt and it wasn’t him who had found them first. The person who took rocks meant to hit him and his brother once more being put through torment.

But as fucked as it is to say he’s uses this to his advantage. He makes requests for traders to find them, gives their description and waits for any news back. He doesn’t care if he literally gets “his friend” back by participating in the system that hurt them and traumatized them. He just sees it as a means to an end to get back what was his in the first place that was stolen by others. He’ll pull and strings he needs both physically and metaphorically if it means getting them back.

He doesn’t beat around the bush with this either. He asks other warlords or pirates to look for someone of their description and promises a giant price. He doesn’t care how much he has to pay for them, “his” friend is priceless to him anyways.

he watches some of his fellow warlords squirm when he makes this offer. Jinbe, Mihawk, even crocodile. What interests him most is Boa’s reaction though. Watches the disgust in her eyes along with fear and a deep sadness.

He pokes at her and gets yelled at in return but he knows he’s found a weak spot.

[breannasfluff]

Don't Touch

Sky hums as he carves, slowly turning the piece of wood in his hands. Wood shavings fall to his lap where he periodically brushes them away. Beneath his knife, a loftwing is emerging. He’s carved plenty of them by now, but the form is soothing. It reminds him of his Zelda.

He runs light fingers over the wood, feeling for sharp edges to round out. A yelp from the firepit shows Warriors yanking his slapped hand away from where Wild’s frying bread in a thick pan.

The newest hero is slowly settling into the group, but he’s still standoffish around some of them. Wild gets along with Hyrule and Legend, with a surprisingly high tolerance for sharp remarks. Twilight and the Champion spin around each other; coming closer and breaking apart for no discernible reason. Even Warriors, Wind, and Time had their small moments with him.

No, he and Four seem to be on the outside still. With Four, it seems more like they just don’t cross paths rather than active avoidance. It shouldn’t matter that Sky is being ignored on purpose or not, but it still causes a low aching throb in his chest. Did he do something to scare Wild away or make him uncomfortable?

The more he reaches out, the more the Champion edges away. Often literally—he shies away from hugs or even a pat on the shoulder. Sky’s seen him flop all over Wolfie, though, so he’s certainly comfortable with animals. Even Hyrule sometimes offers a hug that’s accepted. When Sky offers physical affection, though, it’s almost always rebuffed.

His frown deepening at the mystery, Sky continues carving.

Wind is curled up against his side with the sailcloth tucked around him when he catches Wild staring. In the near darkness his eyes glint, almost like an animal. Then the fire flickers and it disappears. Just a trick of the light. The champion is still across the low burning fire, eyes fixed on Sky.

Dinner is long gone and cleaned and some of the Chain already unrolled their sleeping mats. Wind insisted he wasn’t tired and promptly started dozing against Sky. Offering a smile, the Chosen hero gestures for Wild to join them.

He jerks and his eyes dart away. ‘I’m good,’ he signs, although it’s hard to see in the dim light. Wild’s arms wrap around his middle in an imitation hug and Sky stomps on the urge to go gather him into his arms anyway.

Against his side, Wind starts snoring softly. Wild’s gaze slowly drifts back to them and stays, but Sky says nothing further.

The next time Time asks for people to split into groups for tasks, Sky volunteers to join Wild. Maybe time alone will help the hero relax.

They’re in charge of foraging, a task Wild is well-suited to, and Sky…isn’t. His knowledge of food from the land is lacking in comparison to the others. Wild must think so too, because he keeps shooting Sky sidelong glances as they head into the forest.

“I’d like to learn more about foraging,” Sky offers. “I didn’t grow up around it, but I don’t want to be a hindrance to the group.”

Wild nods at that, hands coming up to sign. ‘Knowing how to find food can be the difference between living and dying in the wild.’

It’s not the sort of peril Sky’s adventure contained, but he doesn’t bring it up. “Could you teach me?”

‘Of course!’ Wild brightens at the prospect.

Maybe he should have tried connecting on their shared interests earlier. Well, it wasn’t shared but—he really should learn. And if that means Sky gets to spend time with Wild, all the better.

He looks around as they walk, letting the greenery sink in around him. “Here’s one!” he leans over to grab a mushroom only to have Wild bat at him without touching.

“Poisonous. It’ll irritate your hands.”

Sky rapidly yanks his hands back and tries to fix it in his mind. “Well, what about this?” He points to something sticking half out of the dirt beneath a log.

Wild glances at it before grinning and nodding. “Sure.”

With barely held delight, Sky pulls up his prize and holds out—a rock. He gives Wild a flat look, but the other is grinning. “Ha, ha, very funny.” The rock might be thrown more than tossed, but no one needs to know.

The champion continues, still chuckling to himself. He ranges back and forth from tree to tree, eyes constantly searching. Sky follows, less actively searching as he still isn’t sure what to look for.

The flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye has him reaching out to grab Wild. “Loo—”

Wild jerks back sharply, spinning around with a pained noise. Sky freezes, hand still outstretched. The chipmunk he was going to point to bounds away.

“Sorry?” Sky offers.

Wild blinks and stares for a long moment, then turns and continues.

“Wild? Did I…do something?” How did he manage to mess this up already?

Instead of answering, the Champion cuts to the side and pauses. ‘Here,’ he signs. ‘Wild garlic.’ He pulls out a small knife and starts cutting a bunch.

Sky drops next to him, but he’s got the Master Sword on his back, not a foraging knife. The slate chirps and Wild hands him another knife, careful to keep his fingers clear of Sky when he takes it. It’s like he’s trying to avoid touching—

He stares at the bunch of garlic in his hand, still halfway through cutting. Memories of their time and situation run by rapidly as he thinks. Wild’s Hyrule is emptier than expected, for all he seemed to enjoy the company of those at the stable when they visited.

How often is he around large groups of people like this to engage in casual physical touch? He’d bet good money there were few instances during his hero journey.

Wild clicks his tongue to catch Sky’s attention, frowning at the inaction. Another puzzle piece slides into place; others in the group would reach out and nudge Sky for attention.

With a smile, Sky shakes his head and keeps cutting the plants. The last thing he needs to do is make the Champion uncomfortable. He’ll find a way to ease him into it.

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Chapter 4 is finally here!

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Chapter 4

Neither of us said a word as Ragatha set me down on my now massive bed, then took a step back to give me space. I stared up at her, not sure what I should say, if anything at all.

“So… are you good? Do you want me to stay here, or would you rather be alone? Either’s fine, of course.”

I wasn’t sure what I wanted at that point. It didn’t matter. Either way, I’d feel awful.

“You can stay if you want. I-I’m okay now, though. Just a little shaken up.”

Ragatha nodded, looking down at me with a sad expression.

“I’m sorry about what happened with Jax. I’ll have to talk to him. Can’t say he’ll listen, but he at least gets annoyed when I lecture him and tries to avoid me.”

She stopped for a moment to think about it, then sighed in defeat. “No, that won’t work, he’ll still pick on you if I’m not around. Why does he have to be so difficult?”

To be honest, I wasn’t all that worried about Jax anymore. At least, not at that moment. I was more concerned about what would happen in the long run.

“Ragatha… what happens if Caine can’t fix me?”

She gave a reassuring smile, but I could tell it looked somewhat forced this time.

“I’m sure he will… but even if he doesn’t, I promise, everything’s gonna be okay. Caine… doesn’t really understand humans at all, but from what I can tell, he’s trying. I’m sure he can come up with some way to help you. And even if he gets it wrong, you still have me and the others.”

The amount of faith she put in Caine was so strange to me. It was like she’d truly given up, and yet, she was still keeping herself together at the same time.

“How can you be sure he’s really trying? I mean, he IS the one keeping us all trapped here, isn’t he?”

“That’s what I thought at first, but now I’m not sure. He’s an AI, so he can only do what he was programmed to do. But he was trying to make an exit for us. I don’t think it’s possible for him to do that because whoever programmed him likely didn’t give him that ability, but he still tried. He knows we want to leave, but he’s incapable of getting us out. At least, that’s what I think. I could be completely wrong.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense. We’re still trapped either way, though. How… How can you stay this positive?”

Her forced smile finally fell as her gaze traveled to the floor for a second.

“Someone has to.”

We didn’t talk much after that. We just sat in my room, exchanging a few words here and there, but neither of us could really be invested in the conversation. It doesn’t matter which way you look at it. Being indefinitely trapped in the digital realm is horrible.

She left after a while, and I decided to try and get some sleep. There wasn’t much else to do anyway since I would need someone to help me get down from my bed. It would also silence my thoughts for a while, which was something I desperately needed.

I let myself sink into the mattress, wrapping myself in the oversized blankets like a nest, and shut my eyes to let my mind drift off into emptiness. For a while, I could trick my brain into thinking I wasn’t in the digital circus at all. This was my real bed, and I was back at home, having a lazy morning.

Apparently, even in the digital world I’m a heavy sleeper.

When I woke up, I wasn’t in my room, which was already terrifying on its own, but I also woke up to quickly realize that I was in motion. Someone was carrying me, but I couldn’t tell who it was. All I could see around me was a cocoon of light orange fabric.

“Heh. Look who’s finally up. Thought you passed out again or something.”

Great. Him again.

The fabric above my head was pulled aside, and all I could see was Jax’s face staring down at me. I had to be in his overall pocket.

“Jax? What were you doing in my room?”

“Somebody had to come get you for breakfast, shrimpy. Well, I don’t really care whether you eat or not, but the others sent me since I’ve got all the room keys.”

That… didn’t make sense. My door wasn’t locked, and after what happened the day before, the others never would have sent Jax to get me, right?

“Why did you really take me?” I asked, bluntly.

Jax just snickered, that smile never leaving his face.

“You know, you’re smarter than you look, and I don’t dish out compliments lightly so don’t get used to it. Anyway, this little glitch you’ve got going on right now definitely means something. It’s been a whole day and Caine still can’t change you back, which can only mean that this whole digital train wreck is bound to come crashing to a halt any day now. So I got to thinking: if we can figure out what exactly this glitch is, we can exploit the %$!# out of it, destroy this game at its core, and finally get back to our lives. Sound good?”

As much as I wanted to leave, trusting Jax was a risky move. I had to make sure I understood the fullest extent of his intentions before I could even think about agreeing to anything.

“Uh… what do you mean by ‘glitch?’”

Instead of answering, he plucked me out of his pocket without warning, holding me by my shoulders and dangling me up in the air.

“Isn’t it obvious? There’s some sort of error with your digital body that’s blocking out Caine’s control. All we need to do is run a few tests to find out what it is and how to use it.”

I didn’t like where this was going, and I especially didn’t like the sight of the floor so far down below me. But I had to choose my words carefully, since I already knew firsthand that Jax would not hesitate to drop me again if I upset him.

“Can I… get back to you on that?”

There was something about his ever-present smirk that changed. It was almost sinister.

“Who said you had a choice?”

I froze for a second as I processed his words, then, in a desperate attempt to get away, I started kicking and wiggling my shoulders. The whole time, Jax just laughed like this was the funniest thing he ever saw.

It felt like I was kicking and screaming forever, until Jax suddenly plopped me onto his other hand, giving me a solid surface to sit on. Before I could question him any further, I noticed that Caine popped up next to us.

“Good morning, you two! Are you ready for today’s adventure?”

Jax’s demeanor suddenly changed, as if he hadn’t just been tormenting me.

“Appreciate the offer, Caine, but Pomni and I are gonna sit this one out.”

I had to say something. This was my only way out.

“NO WAIT CAINE I WANNA GO WITH YOU!!!”

Caine took a second to process what I said, then let out a cheerful laugh.

“Of course! Now, let’s see, Ragatha told me to try this with you…”

I was shocked when he offered his hand for me to climb on instead of grabbing me. He really was paying attention and trying to match my comfort levels.

Without hesitation, I scrambled onto his hand and curled up into a ball as he held me to his chest for support.

“See you later, Jax! Let me know if you change your mind!”

Jax didn’t say a word. He was too dumbfounded that I went off with Caine even though I was nervous around him.

As we floated down the hall, I realized he wasn’t teleporting to the main stage as usual. Just like Ragatha, he was moving very slowly so I wouldn’t get anxious or sick.

“Glad to see you’re doing better, Pomni. I’m new to this soft, quiet approach, but it seems to work for you, so I’ll keep doing it.”

It was strange to hear him talking in a somewhat calm voice. I could tell he was struggling to keep his constantly upbeat and energetic personality at bay, but I couldn’t help but be impressed by the effort he was willing to put in for my sake. Maybe he really could be reasoned with.

“Caine? Is it okay if I don’t go on the adventure today? I know I said I wanted to, but I just wanted to get away from Jax…”

He suddenly stopped, hovering in place as he looked down at me, concerned.

“That’s… That’s quite alright, but… if everyone else is busy with the adventure and Jax doesn’t want to participate, then there won’t be anyone around to make sure he doesn’t bother you. Unless you stay with me, but I don’t want the others to think I’m picking favorites…”

I honestly didn’t think anyone would care. I certainly didn’t, I only wanted to avoid being a lab rat for that crazy rabbit.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

“Alrighty then! That means you’ll get to have a day of fun with me and Bubble! Ah- sorry, I mean… you’ll get to spend the day doing whatever you’re comfortable with.”

I shut my eyes, letting out a sigh of relief. I could work with this. Everything would be okay.

As we continued to travel down the hall, I could feel Caine’s fingers brush against the back of my head. It startled me, but I recognized that this was another attempt at giving me security.

He really was trying.

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OMG HIII I'VE BEEN DYING FOR ANOTHER MARIO EXE WRITER UHM- *ahem* if it's alright with you could I request some NSFW headcanons for our boy Devil Mario (from Powerstar if you don't know him), or MX if that's okay? Fem reader please! I don't mind if it's just a few headcanons or an NSFW Alphabet but I figured I'd request it!

Devil Mario + MX Smut Alphabet

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

Finally got a NSFW for Mario.EXE. Honestly I’ve been looking to do one of these just didn’t know how to start it. I did both Devil Mario and MX because I honestly didn’t know who to choose plus I love them both. Also I did NSFW Alphabet, I was originally going to do headcanons but I was already too deep into the alphabet that I’d figure I’d finish it. Hope you like it. ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: Not Mentioned But Reader Is Referenced To Be Female

Warning: ⚠️NSFW/Smut Content Ahead: If You Are A Minor Or Uncomfortable With This Stuff Don’t Interact/Read This.⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Devil Mario + MX

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by GothiccMothie (For Devil Mario) on Twitter and Emil-Inze (For MX) on DeviantArt + Banner by sayevue (Edited By Me) on Pinterest

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

+ Devil Mario -

I honestly think it depends on the mood he is in. Most of the time do expect him to be a bit to himself that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you, he does still ask if you're alright he’s just stand off-ish. But if he wants to have more of a personal time with you then he’ll be more open to care about you. If he has harmed you he’d make sure you're patched up before he does anything else.

+ MX -

I feel like MX would be caring towards you after the two of you did it. He knows that there is a difference in size between the two of you so he knows that he can come across as rough sometimes. Literally as soon as you finish climaxing he has you close in his arms letting you recover in his arms as he does the same. Maybe gently rubbing your back as comfort as he sees your body trembling from the aftermath making him slightly happy to see you like that but still concerned in a way.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

+ Devil Mario -

I feel like he likes every part of your body. He doesn't really have a specific favourite because he likes your body in any shape or form. But if he had to choose he’d probably for the thighs or stomach. Don’t ask me why he does, he just finds those specific parts of your body attractive. As for his body I like to think he likes his hands the most. Seeing where he could place them on your body. Ranging from your throat, chest, legs wherever he pleases.

+ MX -

He’s definitely either an ass guy or a tits guy don’t question me on this. When he’s lost in the moment as he’s focusing on how good you feel he’s all up there either feeling your ass or playing around with your breasts teasing you even more as he has his dick inside of you. As for his body I also like to think he likes his hands the most. Just like Devil Mario he likes to see his hands all over you. Mostly either your ass or breasts as I said before but he likes to keep his options open.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

+ Devil Mario -

When it comes to cum I think he rather have his cum inside of you not on your body. He doesn’t mind if it’s in your mouth or inside your pussy if it’s inside of you it’s staying inside of you. He prefers doing that because he likes to think that that’s how he claims you, showing that you belong to him. He doesn’t see the point if he cums outside of you where it could easily be wiped off.

+ MX -

MX on the other hand doesn’t mind where he cums as long as it’s on or in you in some sort of way he’s fine with it. He has the same reason as Devil Mario just shows it a different way. To him it shows that you're his no matter how hard you try and wipe yourself clean. The fact you let him do it just proves his point. But he does prefer to cum inside of you but doesn’t care either way.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

+ Devil Mario -

For Devil Mario he definitely has some things he keeps to himself. He doesn’t necessarily outright state what he wants until he's about to do it with you. That said he’s definitely had some thoughts about fucking you. In grave detail as well. You two can literally have an innocent conversation then he starts thinking about filling you up with his cum not stopping even when you're begging him to stop. When his mind goes to the gutter it goes down deep.

+ MX -

I like to think that MX is pretty open about what he wants. He’s not the type of guy to keep what he wants to himself. If he wants to do something to you regardless of its nature he’s going to tell you. So do expect him to randomly just tell you how he would like to fuck you in this and that position. Saying what he is going to do to you once the two of you are alone etc. He isn’t afraid to say it and he enjoys the reactions you give off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

+ Devil Mario -

For Devil Mario I really think it depends. I think it really depends on what Mario did before he got possessed by the boos. For Mario he’s got to be at least somewhat experienced and knows what he is doing to pleasure a woman. For Devil Mario I doubt he would care about doing it with someone due to his focus on getting the power star until he got into a relationship with you. That’s when he actually considers doing it but regardless he knows what to do, whether it being the boos learning it from Mario or they were actually aware of it. He knows what to do.

+ MX -

Now for MX as much as I don’t want to call him a virgin I’m not exactly going to call him a sex god either. He really hasn’t had the time to sit down and just fuck someone because he’s too caught up with his latest victim. So when he gets with you he definitely takes the time to get used to it. That being said though, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Just because he isn’t some sex machine able to get with someone to do it with him in a minute doesn’t mean he’s not clueless. He knows what to do to get someone moaning and panting; he just hasn’t had the chance to actually do it until he’s with you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

+ Devil Mario -

For Devil Mario I like to think he either likes doggy-style or face-off. For doggy-style he feels like it gives him more access to you. It shows him that he is the dominant one between the two of you. He also likes it because he can easily grab your hair or neck, forcing you to look at him and arch your back, making his cock go deeper inside of you. For face-off he likes it because he gets to see your reaction to him fucking you as he holds you tight and to take his cock in deeper inside of you.

+ MX -

MX likes any position where he can see your face. Positions like Missionary or Cowgirl where he can see your face turns him on so goddamn much. Seeing the way your face scrunches up from him thrusting into you, the way your eyes roll back every time he slams into you makes him really happy even tempts him to go rougher on you. He also likes it when you're on your back. When you're in that position he likes to place your legs against him so he can angle himself deeper inside of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

Devil Mario is very serious when it comes to doing it with you and even preparing both you and him to do it. He doesn’t see this as something to joke about before, during or after. He wants to show how serious he is about this and wants you to return the favour as well. If he needs something he’s going to tell you. He’s not going to find a way to hint at it, he's going to be honest. He thinks that it’s a basic sign of showing that you're being completely serious about it.

+ MX -

For MX he’s the same as Devil Mario. He’s also very serious about doing it with you during each and every single part of it. He might act like some cocky bastard outside of it but as soon as either one of you suggests it he goes all serious about it. Considering every single point of both his and yours desires. If he wants to do it a certain way he’s going to tell you and if you want to do it a certain way as well he would like you to tell him. He doesn’t see the point of doing it if no one is going to take it seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

He’s definitely well trimmed down there. Mostly because it was like that before but even then he keeps it up. He doesn’t really like it getting too bushy because it annoys him a lot, he’s also very mindful if you like it or not. So if you don’t mind it then he puts up with it, if you do then he doesn’t mind trimming it down. As for the colour I like to think it’s slightly darker then his hair down there but only by a few shades or two.

+ MX -

For MX I like to think he prefers having it cleaned down there. He doesn’t really know why he just thinks it looks better like that. But there have been a few times when he forgot to trim and it has become a little bushy but not a lot. It doesn’t really bother him if it does the only reason he really does it is because of habit. For when he lets it grow it out it’s definitely the same colour as his hair. I don’t really see it being any lighter or darker down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

+ Devil Mario -

Like in Aftercare I think it really depends on his mood. Though most of the time he can be gentle with you. He knows he can be rough with you but he can’t help it. He likes having his dick inside of you, the way you throw your head back as you moan out his name turns some sort of switch inside of him and it makes him so incredibly horny. He straight up grabs your breasts, pinching your nipples as he buries his cock deep in you while you desperately grab onto the nearest thing to you. Whispering dirty things into your ear which makes you flush up.

+ MX -

Just like with Devil Mario. He’s aware of how rough he is also considering his larger size compared to you. He does try his absolute hardest to be gentle around you, he honestly is but you just feel so goddamn good around him. After a while he will increase the pace and will go rougher on you. Though he makes this up to you by praising you for taking him so well. Wiping the tears from your eyes from how rough he is going.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

+ Devil Mario -

I feel like he isn’t the type of person to masturbate. Since he was too focused on gaining the power stars he hasn’t really had the chance to just sit down and let himself go. He doesn’t care about himself, he only cares about reaching his goals. Even when he has started dating you he doesn’t masturbate. If he does need to express his sexual desires he has you now so he doesn’t really see the point in touching himself.

+ MX -

I have a feeling MX is the same as well. He doesn't really masturbate. He doesn’t see the need to mostly because he is distracted with the shit he usually does. But I also like to think that maybe he considers it when he starts dating you but just like Devil Mario if he does need to express his sexual desires he can just go to you so regardless he doesn’t bother himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

+ Devil Mario -

Bloodplay + Knife/Swordplay + Degradation + Masochism + Brat Taming + Edging/Orgasm Denial + Breeding + Marking + Multiple Orgasms + Abrasions + Bondage + Body Worship + Power Play etc

+ MX -

Size Kink + Degradation + Praising + Brat Taming + Breeding + Cum Fetish + Dacryphilia + Multiple Orgasms + Power Play + Scratching + Biting + Edging/Orgasm Denial + Choking etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

+ Devil Mario -

I feel like Devil Mario is more of a person to do it in a secluded area. He prefers to personally show you that you belong to him. He might be willing to do it if he’s in that mood or he wants to show someone that you're his then he’ll do it no questions asked.

+ MX -

I mean he’s willing to do it anywhere. It’s pretty much isolating with only the two of you, maybe whoever his next victim is. Though if he wants to have some personal time with just you and him then he will go to a secluded area but other than that he’s willing to do it anyway.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

+ Devil Mario -

I think he gets turned on seeing the scars he gave you the previous time you two did it. He can’t help it. Even if the two of you aren’t even doing it if he sees your body and hickeys, bruises, scars etc he immediately gets a hard on. He can’t help but connect those to the events and how much you were moaning because of him.

+ MX -

He definitely gets off to you trying to take his cock. He’s much bigger in many ways compared to you thanks to his origins. He’s aware that it may be impossible for you to fully take him in but he likes it. The way your body is trembling as you let out some whines before he even has the chance to start fucking you it turns him a lot sometimes he has to resist the urge to just shove it in but he wants to give you a chance to let your body get used to it so he holds off.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

This pretty much goes for the both of them but any of those weird/disgusting fetishes. They rather find something that the both of you enjoy instead of one or the other.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

I think he prefers to be on the receiving end compared to the giving end. Not that he doesn’t like giving you oral he loves it. He loves just holding your body down with his hands gripping on your waist as he continues to eat you out despite you already cumming once. But he also loves having his cock practically being deepthroated by you, your eyes tearing up as you try not to choke.

+ MX -

I think MX likes being both on the receiving end and the giving end. He’s kind of the same as Devil Mario when he’s giving you oral he likes to probe your clit with his tongue practically teasing you till you're practically begging him to make you cum. On the other hand, he likes keeping a firm grip on your head as he guides your head up and down his cock, making you go at the pace he wants even if you're struggling to do it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

Do expect Devil Mario to be a bit rough with you. Although he does have some moments when he takes a second to actually feel you wrapped around his cock but he goes right back to fucking your roughly. Pinning your hands above your head as he buries his cock inside of you.

+ MX -

MX does try to go gentle at first but as the time goes on and he starts to lose himself in the pleasure between the two of you he does go more rougher than what he started. It’s kind of an unconscious thing he does. He just feels really good that he wants to feel more from you that he doesn’t even realise how rough he’s being sometimes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

He doesn’t like doing quickies. He prefers taking his time to feel up all of your body from top to bottom. How is he going to do that if he needs to be quick? If he wants to do it he’s going to do it when he knows both you and him have all the time in the world to do it no matter what.

+ MX -

I feel like MX isn’t the biggest fan of quickies either. He isn’t the type of person to rush things. If he absolutely had to then he guess he has to but he much prefers having the time for the two of you to do it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

For the most part Devil Mario doesn’t take the risk that often but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened. Once in a while he’s willing to do things that might be considered if he finds interest in it or you find interest in something then he’s more than willing to do it. Who knows? It might be a new turn on for either of you.

+ MX -

On the other hand MX absolutely loves to risk trying new things. He’s always finding ways to turn you into a sobbing mess so you can bet he will just casually bring up wanting to do something if you or him like it then he’ll continue doing it. If neither of you are the biggest fan of it then he’ll stop.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

+ Devil Mario -

He’s pretty above average when it comes to how long he can last. As for the amount of rounds, he can go for a while. He can go for a few hours if he wants to but that's pretty much the limit and he isn’t stopping till he knows he can’t take any more.

+ MX -

MX is definitely something. He’s an absolute beast in everything like stamina. He can last all night possibly longer if it’s particularly good. He can go for many rounds that it’s kind of hard to remember because you’ve practically lost your mind to the pleasure. Just like Devil Mario he isn’t stopping till he knows he’s done which who knows how long it could be.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

+ Devil Mario -

He doesn’t have any toys. As I said a few times he doesn’t really have a chance to have some time to himself. Plus even if he did he doesn’t use them on himself. He either prefers to use the toys he does have on you or use his own body. He mostly prefers the second option.

+ MX -

Just like Devil Mario he only owns a few at least enough to be considered a collection. Although he doesn’t use it on himself he absolutely loves to use it on you. He loves to use the different toys he does have to tease you or make you cum loads of times before he uses his own cock to make you cum again.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

+ Devil Mario -

He’s an absolute tease when it comes to you. He likes to put you on edge making you think you have the chance to finally release only for him to deny it admittedly it brings a shit eating smirk on his face. He will eventually give it to you but for now all you could do is wish for the time to come as soon as possible.

+ MX -

MX is also an absolute tease. Maybe even more than Devil Mario. He likes seeing you beg for him. He finds it really cute and hot at the same time. He can and will keep you on edge however long he wants until he’s ready to see your body shatter after finally being able to let go. He might even do it over and over again if he feels like it before actually giving you what you want.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

Devil Mario can be quiet if he wants to. But I think it mostly depends on how he’s feeling. If he’s doing it in a public area he does try to keep it down unless he purposefully wants people to hear the two of you. But with just you and him he’s more than willing to raise his volume. The most you'll hear from him is probably groans from him at most.

+ MX -

I think MX is the type of person who can control his volume he just chooses not to. He wants everyone or what people are there to hear the two of you just going at it, he’s got absolutely no shame in it. If they got a problem with him fucking you then they can go screw themselves. Even when he’s supposedly trying to be quiet he’s still creating noise. He’s all up in your ear moaning and groaning as he’s praising you for taking his cock in.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

+ Devil Mario -

I personally headcanon Devil Mario to be Demisexual/Demiromantic (totally not self projection). Mostly because I personally believe he doesn’t actually experience either sexual or romantic attraction unless he’s close towards a person and luckily said person is you. That's when he’s actually considering having a relationship with you both romantic and sexual.

+ MX -

I like to think MX is surprisingly very clingy when he’s doing it with you. He likes having you close regardless if it’s for sexual reasons or not. He’s also quite talkative during and when he’s close to cumming. He likes telling exactly what he’s going to do once he does. Asking if you're ready for it? Do you want to feel him filling you up with his cum? Etc

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

+ Devil Mario -

I’d like to think Devil Mario is just above average when it comes to dick size considering he’s just a possessed version of Mario so whatever size Mario is so is Devil Mario. Personally I believe he’s around either 7 or 8 inches long and 5 inches thick.

+ MX -

MX on the other hand he’s definitely very large. I mean he is canonically very tall and considering his origins his size is definitely big as well. He's pretty much big everywhere including dick size. Personally I believe he’s around 13 inches long and 9 inches thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

+ Devil Mario -

I like to think his sex drive is pretty low. Of course this doesn’t mean he doesn’t or hasn’t experienced sexual desire. It just happens more so when the two of you start dating and actually spend time together. As I said before he doesn’t really have the chance or even consider doing anything romantic or sexual due to him trying to get the power star. So when he’s with you his sex drive does improve a bit.

+ MX -

He surprisingly has a high sex drive. I mean he is mostly up and about chasing after victims and that helps with your sex drive though he is able to control himself. Like with Devil Mario he doesn’t really have the chance to express it or consider it till he’s with you but overall his sex drive is still the same before and after dating you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

+ Devil Mario -

Pretty much stays awake until he’s sure you're asleep. After everything the two of you went through he wants to make sure you're alright before he does anything else. He’ll be there for you as you drift to sleep. Even after you’ve fallen asleep he’s still up for at least a little while before even considering resting himself.

+ MX -

Assuming if he needs to sleep he’s the same as Devil Mario. He pretty much stays awake until he knows you're alright. His top priority as soon as the two of you are done is to make sure you're alright. Making sure you're okay even with how rough he has been. He likes to hold you in his arms with your head against his chest as he helps you fall asleep and keeps you like this till you're awake. As for him I’m not sure if he even needs sleep. If he doesn’t he stays up just relaxing with you in his arms. Regardless if he does or doesn’t he likes the time the two of you have just in each others arms.

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Even if we assume that Rhaegar married Lyanna, does their marriage would be considered valid? In the show Gilly and Sam got to know about marriage through the some records. Is it possible in books too? What do you think?

Well, I can’t say that any of D&D’s decisions made sense in hindsight, and I don’t know how any evidence would be presented and sufficient enough to convince Westeros as a whole that Jon was Rhaegar’s “legitimate” child, but all that aside, this is the all-important book quote:

"Likely they were too shy to come out," Ned jested. He could feel the chill coming up the stairs, a cold breath from deep within the earth. "Kings are a rare sight in the north." Robert snorted. "More likely they were hiding under the snow. Snow, Ned!" The king put one hand on the wall to steady himself as they descended. (AGOT, Eddard I)

That’s compelling evidence that Martin intended Jon to be a Targaryen heir (“true born" in some capacity) from the beginning of the story. Sure, Robb and Bran become kings, we'll have several kings springing up in the North, but the "hiding under the snow. Snow, Ned" is (imo) unarguably a reference to Ned hiding Jon's identity by claiming him as his bastard (Snow). And the idea conveyed is that Ned is hiding a king. (@sherlokiness has several posts about additional wordplay around this, specifically the Jon and Joffrey, bastard and prince stuff).

As the series goes on, we get additional king references for Jon, and people have argued that it's KitN foreshadowing, and maybe, maybe that's what happens, but this passage, way back in AGOT, indicates that it is Jon's bastardy (hiding under the snow) that secrets the king. Not that he will eventually be chosen as one, but that he is one by virtue of his birth.

I don’t much care either way. I’ve pointed out that Jon being a bastard and going up against a true born is a fun progression of his bastard issues as is finding out he’s a trueborn and hating it/rejecting it because of what Rhaegar and Aerys did to the Starks. Either way, it’s juicy! There are things to explore. So, I’d just remind people, this spec isn’t about any specific bloggers hopes, or relying on GoT, it exists because of Martin’s words. And even if we find it offensive or think it goes against the later worldbuilding, there are lines in the book that indicate it’s potentially what Martin was planning way back when.

Now, I don't know why on Earth D&D bothered to write tangible proof of Jon's legitimacy in s7 when they totally neglected to do anything politically in s8 that would require that? Maybe keeping their options open if they needed to prolong the series? But I find it difficult to believe there will be a specific document that would be universally recognized as evidence of his legitimacy because Rhaegar was already married and had an heir. So, even if Martin wrote in a marriage for the sake of playing with the secret prince / heir to a dynasty idea for the reader’s sake, that doesn’t mean happy acceptance in-world. I’ve said the same about Robb’s will, it matters more what the Northern Lords say, how they weigh their competing interests and the threats they’re facing, rather than the specific words Robb wrote. Also, we have Aegon and Dany, so even if R/L were married and there was proof, after two other Targs pop up and war over the throne, I can't see people being moved by that? I would think they'd be sick of Targs no matter how sure people were about Jon’s identity.

Although, I could see the Northerners believing Jon is Rhaegar's son because a) they all already know Rhaegar kidnapped Lyanna and b) it doesn't really make sense for Ned to have fathered a bastard, so once Bran breaks it to Jon and/or Howland confirms it, I think they'll accept it because it would feel possible? Feel true? And obviously, we would know it’s true. So if this is about the Northen tangle, we don't need much. Actually, I just realized some people might spread it to try to undermine Jon/the Starks. 👀

I often just see these things as having a lot of potential paths and not knowing which direction is more appealing to Martin. He likes "the human heart in conflict with itself" so Jon being offered his dearest wish (being a legitimate son of Ned Stark) only for that to be absolute hell because he's falling in love with the man's daughter, well, that might be fun for him to write. But then comes R+L=J, and if he wants to be with Sansa, Jon needs that information to come out. If he's rejected Winterfell when Stannis offered it, rejected Winterfell even though Robb wanted him to take it, if he then can press his (Targ) legitimacy without displacing a beloved family member and in doing so, it might allow him to be with Sansa? That’s an angle. Or if he is KitN, he’d be highly motivated to keep that a secret for the sake of stability in the North, regardless of his feelings….I really can’t say. And I don’t remember anything in Sam’s chapters that made me think he’d find a diary, although the fact that Jon is forcing him to do something he doesn’t want to do makes the idea that he finds something and runs, potentially screwing Jon over kinda interesting. Actually, it’s always been a favored idea that he plays a hand in Jon rising to another position of power because of his part in getting Jon to be Lord Commander, so there is that! I guess I need to reread AFFC the whole series with a list of my new questions. 😅