#but he doesn't. bc No One would get it. not like he does

[the-mountain-flower]

#? this is what i ask myself on a daily basis#when i feel like being talked to like a toddler i ask my parents that#and they always say stuff like this.#YES I KNOW YOU THINK CANNIBALISM IS BAD#BUT WHY DO YOU#WHAT IS THAT FEELING BASED ON#others dont do this?#< prev's tags#I've actually wondered this myself#by my observation#it seems like it has something to do with the idea that when something is consumed it loses its previous identity via digestion#and the general discomfort around the idea of/avoidance towards knowing the animal being eaten#like short-lived animals don't always get the “don't name them don't get attached to them” thing just because they're going to die soon#but farm animals raised for their meat get that because no only are they going to die#but they're going to get killed for the purpose of consumption#and going 'hey that bacon you're eating used to be my beloved pet jeff and he loved playing in the mud and bonking my legs with his nose'#tends to put people off of the idea of eating it#it's the same reason stuff like dog meat is normal to some cultures and such a horrible idea to others bc doggos are our beloved friends#or why cow meat is normalized many places but a horrific affront in others due to cows being sacred#people that culturally have pigs or chickens were beloved pets would probably be horrified at the idea of pig or chicken meat as food#it really depends on the perception of the animal#and humans are Us. the idea of eating other humans is common so off-putting because that was A Person With An Entire Personality And A Life#which tends to be a lot more prevalent in our minds than it is for other animals#plus I think eating human meat that's actually viable to be very edible would require murder so............ yeah

So apparently I still have more to say on the subject so uh...

Trigger warnings for dehumanization, racism, and genocide

As you can probably tell I've thought a bit about human perception of ourselves and other animals and what really makes us different since I don't think sentience/sapience is a mark of species supremacy or whatever. Why murder is Very Bad but killing animals without good reason is Less Bad? Why we hold more love for some species of animals and contempt for others? Why do people find Pinocchio plots so compelling? Why getting hit by a car and surviving means doing our best to save them as mercy for humans, but 'putting them out of their misery' as mercy for animals? Why is senseless violence less bad when it comes to animals and atrocious when it comes to people? Why is killing bad but being omnivorous or carnivorous is morally neutral? Or why being called an 'animal' is supposed to be an insult (because younger me Did Not Understand that because animals aren't bad (and also categorically speaking humans are animals))?

One of those things is why people who try to excuse stuff like racism and genocide with (extremely racist language warning) calling their targets 'animals' or 'not fully human' or just straight-up 'not human' and why it's such a prevalent tool for the oppressor,

Because when you think about it logically it doesn't make sense. Even if they were doing these atrocities to actual non-human animals, that doesn't make it okay or right. Humans wiping out entire types of animals off the face of the Earth is most definitely A Bad Thing, both because of the unnecessary brutality and because it's really bad for ecosystems. So why does dehumanizing propaganda suddenly mean it seems okay to cause mass death and suffering? Why would anyone think either of those things (mass death to people or to animals) are okay?? Why is anyone so desensitized to such unreasonable violence??

And I think it has something to do with how a lot of humans perceive themselves and other humans. Because of the us vs. them mentality that I think is a result of evolutionary need to protect ourselves from the dangerous parts of nature. I think that's the thing that gets weaponized as "humans are superior because they're Us." That's what causes people to care less about other animals than they do other humans, because it's a lot harder to kill a predator in self-defense or to hunt animals for food, if you're grappling with empathy for that creature. I think a balance is necessary, like when a hunter pays respects to the animals they hunt, but that requires thought and consideration for something unlike yourself, and that tends to be a lot harder than just getting yourself to have complete apathy when hunting for self-preservation. And that lends itself to becoming very dangerous when justification for violence changes with what you perceive as necessary, and when your perception of 'us' changes. Because if killing animals is fine because they're not human, then what's to stop you from killing anything you see even if you don't need to just because they're not 'us'? And what's to stop you from seeing other humans as okay to kill because they're not like the conception of 'us' that you've built up in your head?

Justifying atrocities with dehumanization, in my observation at least, seems to be a result of human selfishness taken too far, of dismissing the unity and need for diversity that's absolutely necessary for survival and more, and of constructed apathy.

...Wow I didn't think I had that much to say on the subject but here you go I guess. To be fair, this has genuinely helped me unpack and unlearn a lot of harmful internalized stuff. Of course, I'm open to others' views and constructive criticism.

[spr1ngtweaks]

📖 Scenario: “Leyley” & The Anger of the Picky Eater

/ Note: most of this is just my headcanon of Harley before the "event" happened, it won't be 100% canon and might be ooc. I'm just writing for fun, please don't come to me. ;-; My grammar pretty shitty bc Eng is not my first language/

You accidentally—or intentionally—called him "Leyley" in front of the junior staff. He slammed the folder down on the table and looked at you as if you had just committed an unforgivable crime.

You don't remember the first time you called him "Leyley," but you know that as soon as the name left your lips, Harley immediately stopped whatever he was doing.

He slowly turned his head, his deep-set eyes flashing with danger. The pen in his hand spun a circle between his fingers, as if he were contemplating whether to stab it into the table or straight into you.

"Never call me that." His voice was icy, not loud but filled with warning.

Of course, you gave a faint smile. "Oh really, Leyley?"

Clack!

The pen is stuck straight down on the table, less than an inch away from your hand.

"I'm not joking."

You just shrugged. No matter how annoying he gets, you know he won't actually harm you—or at least, you want to believe that. And gradually, you keep repeating that name deliberately, each time making him growl or shoot you a murderous glare. But despite always reacting like that, he never issued an absolute ban against you.

That makes you realize something important: he hates this name, but he endures it—for you.

Another time, you discovered an interesting fact about Harley: he is as picky as a child.

You notice that every time there is a dish with a sour or sweet taste, he frowns. If someone accidentally brings something with the smell of lemon or strawberry, he will immediately push it away with a displeased expression.

"What the hell is this?" He looked at the food box that an employee had placed on the table, his expression as if they had just served him a pile of trash.

"Food." You replied nonchalantly.

"Why does it smell like lemon?" His voice turned stern, his eyes showing irritation.

"Because it's lemon chicken?"

"Take it away." He waved his hand as if he didn't want to come into contact with it for another second. That employee hurriedly took the lunch box away immediately, fearing that if they delayed, they would be punished by him.

You chuckled softly. "You really are picky about food."

He squinted. "What?"

"You don't eat sweet and sour food, you don't drink tea with floral scents, and you clearly hate anything with a fruity smell." You leaned on the table, tilting your chin up. "Are you being childish?"

"I am not picky." He emphasized each word, his tone carrying a hint of annoyance. "I just don't waste my time on meaningless things."

"Oh, so sweet and sour food is pointless?"

"Exactly."

You scoffed. "I thought a surgeon like you would have a more refined palate."

He crossed his arms, his eyes full of defiance. "I have a simple and precise palate, not one for overly sweet or sour chaos."

You raised an eyebrow. "So what do you actually like to eat?"

He was silent for a moment, as if he had never really thought about it. Finally, he simply replied:

“Meat.”

You burst out laughing. "I should have figured that out sooner."

Based on this thing on wiki because I find it hilariously ridiculous. But it's kinda cute =)

You are the only one who dares to tease him with the name "Leyley," even though he absolutely hates it. He is surprisingly picky, especially hating sweet and sour food. If someone doesn't do what he wants, he is ready to scold or punish them without hesitation. But when facing you, he endures more than he thought he could.

[moon-ttokki-x]

hiii baby!!! I love your work and this is like my first request I’ve sent to anyone at all 😭 but could you do 28 and 7 for Minho ^^ tysm!!

hihi cutie~ i've actually had both of these prompts before so i got better at writing them hehe. also amogus divider bc why tf not

keychain - bf!lee minho x reader

pairing: bf!lee know x reader

summary: you fight with minho and he comes back to make things right.

genre: non-idol! au, pretty angst, soonie doongie dori honourable mention, comfort, fluffy ending, soft minho

a/n: so i started listening to lana del rey and i wrote this to 'sad girl' also div by @si-eunnis

⛓️ prompts: 7. "I'm glad you're here." / 28. "You're looking at me like that again."

skz prompt list | skz masterlist

You toss another dirty tissue across the countertop, sniffing as you watch it come to rest at the very edge, teetering. Leaning your cheek against the cold, marbled surface, you sigh and let the sharp feeling seep through your pores like iced water.

It does little to soothe the current puffy redness of your cheeks; how long have you been sitting here, crying? The golden hanging lights that frame the kitchen have made your hair warm to the touch, their beams caressing the messy state of it, and your back feels numb and achy from the awkward position you've been slumped in since Minho stormed out of the apartment. You sigh.

You don't even remember what you were fighting about.

Each exhale feels like it's been punched out of you as you relive the events of the past hour; him coming home, both of you tired and irritable, and then fighting over the pettiest thing that you don't even remember anymore.

Then he left.

You're not sure if he's coming back; he didn't take anything but his phone, which had been in his pocket as soon as he came in, and his work bag, which is still smashed against the wall where he'd dropped it with a sigh on coming home.

You can't fight a weak smile at the habit; you've installed multiple hooks along the wall so he can hang his bag up when he gets home, but every time you did, he'd always just drop it on the floor anyway, kicking off his shoes at the door.

And you'd smile and gesture at the hooks, but he'd just ignore them, kissing your fed-up expression off your face with a gentle mouth and squeezing your shoulder with a warm, solid hand.

The way he always does.

You look at those hooks now; one of the cats' collars is hanging off them, and several other items like hair ties and rings of keys adorn the others. You came into the kitchen one day and saw Minho hanging a cat toy from the hook nearest to the door so that, when he wasn't home, the cats would be able to play. Dori sits there now, batting with fluffy white paws at the feathers and bells on the string.

Ding, ding. Ding.

You're not sure why you're thinking of such things; surely anyone in your current situation would incessantly cry their eyes out, wailing at the mistake of fighting with their partner, instead of thinking about plastic wall hooks and under-stimulated cats.

You're so distracted that you don't even notice the apartment door open again, so slowly that it takes about half a minute for Minho to actually step inside.

He's soaked.

The smell of the night rain that he brings with him is suddenly so prominent inside the still air of the apartment that it's what makes you look up.

"Minho," you whisper, eyes red and puffy. You scrub a hand across your face, the skin stinging at the harsh treatment. You hadn't even heard the rain outside.

He doesn't look at you, just takes off his shoes, very deliberately. There's a little puddle of rainwater around his feet and you fight back an exhale as his socked feet meet the wet tiles. Dori immediately goes to nuzzle against his legs and then hisses at the unpleasant wetness of his owner's legs.

But Minho doesn't seem to notice, simply taking off layers until he's stood in his slacks and white work shirt, which is the only dry item of clothing he has on. He drops the rest of his clothes in a pile.

His eyes finally lift themselves to meet yours; the warmth in them is gone, replaced by something unreadable. A dull, heavy feeling settles in your gut, a sense of finality washing over your being. You know this is the moment that he'll say he wants to leave, that he just can't find it in himself to love you. He'll go to your shared room and start packing a suitcase, and take the cats with him, all while you wail and tug at his arms for him not to leave, please, Minho, don't leave-

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

Your gaze flits to his. Your voice is croaky, cracked, saturated with sadness. "What?"

He steps forward, ignoring the insistent mewing of Soonie and Doongie, who have just come into the room. "I'm sorry. I should have just left to clear my head and then came back, but I've been gone half the night."

You blink and look through tired eyes to the clock on the wall. It takes you a couple seconds to process the time. It's 1 am. Minho came home at 9 pm. You don't even know how many hours that is.

"How long were you walking in the rain?" You say, still whispering lest you scare him off again.

He shrugs. His mouth opens, like he wants to say something, but he's hesitant, like he's not sure how it will be received.

He speaks anyway. "I stalled for a while. I didn't know if you'd be here when I came back..." His fingers twist in the slightly damp material of his white shirt, fidgeting.

Your indignance suddenly takes over your upset state and you sit up straighter. "I would have waited all night for you, Minho. I wasn't going to leave..."

"I know," he says solemnly, and then quietly, "I'm glad you're here."

You nod and slowly slide off the chair you've been slumped in, disturbing a few of the tissues scattered across the countertop. "I'm sorry too, Min. I shouldn't have kept the argument going."

He shakes his head. "We were both tired. It happens."

You both stand in silence for a minute, neither one of you sure how to continue the conversation. It's almost awkward until Minho steps forward, taking out something from his pocket. He shyly holds it out.

You take a small step forward and take the small item from him. Unfolding your fingers from around it, you blink through unshed tears to see a small keychain resting in the palm of your hand. It's a little cat with its mouth open, its fur pattern like Soonie's, but grey instead of ginger. There's another attachment of a pink peach, and the clip keyring attachment is shaped like a heart.

You look up at Minho. His face is red. You remember suddenly that he's quite shy when it comes to giving things to people, and you can't fight the urge to throw yourself into his arms.

This little keychain is Minho's apology.

His skin is cold, damp from the rain, and the collar of his shirt is wet from the rain, but you hold him close anyway. You wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing your eyes shut. He's almost fetched up against the wall from how hard you threw yourself at him, but his arms find their familiar place around your shoulders.

You pull back slightly, gazing up at him. As if he wasn't soaked enough, your tears have left two patches on his chest, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"You're looking at me like that again." Minho says quietly.

You hum, a tear spilling down your cheek. "Looking at you like what?"

You see his throat bob, swallow hard. You can feel the constant thrum of his heart through the damp fabric of his shirt.

Minho gulps. "You always look at me like than when- when-"

"When I say I love you?" You finish for him.

Minho nods inaudibly, the movement of his head so small you almost don't see it at all. You smile, tilting your head at him, the tears beginning to slow.

You both stand there for who knows how long, clinging to each other, trapping between your bodies the smell of rain and fade cologne. Finally, Minho talks.

"I love you too."

a/n: this was way too long

[activesplooger]

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ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: OK IM KINDA PROUD W HOW I DID THIS AHH. i hope u guys like it bc if not i will evaporate out of embarrassment.

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Your plan to get out more fails miserably and you end up in an even crappier situation. But over the next week, things start to look up as you finally get to go out for a work event. What bad could happen there?

ᴄᴡ: obsessive behavior, stalking, yandere, infatuation, smut, vox is mean and a pathetic lil bitch, hypnotism, dubious consent, humiliation, use of toys

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ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀᴘᴏꜱᴛ!

Vox had laid the ground rules for this little arrangement of yours:

No leaving the penthouse without his approval

No saying "no" to him, if he needed you to do something, you'd do it.

If he caught you cheating— "you'd never do that so why even bother mentioning the punishment!"

No talking to Valentino unless Vox was present

He would always have access to your phone and passwords.

but there were some advantages that he laid out for you as well! -

You could use his credit card any time for anything

You had full access to his private chef, private stylist (hair and clothes), chauffeur, and pretty much anything material that you desired

All your past bills that you neglected would be paid off

And, you got his love and affection! (you could do without that part)

__

Vox made sure you followed his rules, not that you were going to break them— as much as you hated to admit it, it's kinda better than barely scraping by. You were pretty much stuck in the penthouse all day (he'd never give you permission to leave, rule number 1 was practically useless). However, there was a silver lining! Vox was at work 24/7 and unless he gave you a surprise visit, you had the day to yourself!

When Vox was home, he wouldn't leave you alone. He was literally on top of you, sexually and non-sexually, non-stop. Touching you, showering you in gifts, whispering little words of affection in your ear. His love was suffocating. It might all sound endearing, but the "love" was veryy one-sided. You think part of him knows he doesn't love you. Does he care? No. As long as you say those three sweet words to him, nothing else matters! Even if they're told out of fear and force.

__

You've been living in his penthouse for a week, and you hadn't stepped out once. You became restless, and a little kooky, you had to get out for the sake of your mental health.

Grabbing out your phone, you swallow your pride and text Vox. You grimaced at his contact name "Love <3"— you figured he'd taken he liberty of changing his contact from "Boss.". You sigh as you bullshit the fakest lovey-dovey text ever. Anything to get out of this God-forsaken penthouse.

Love <3: < Where are you?

< I was in the shower

< Without me? ;]

Read Yesterday 8:57pm

—

Today 1:23pm

< Hello my love! Can I come visit you at work? <3

< Miss me already?

< Yesss, can I come?

< I don't know if I want you making a trek all the way over here.

< I'll be home at 9:00pm, don't worry, doll.

< But I miss you nowwww, it's only an elevator ride. :(

read 1:25pm

Oh god damn it, he left you on read! You silently prayed that he would respond, you couldn't take it.

Love <3: < Fine. Only because you begged. Come down and do not fucking talk to anyone, okay? I'll be watching you so don't even try it. Hurry.

< Thank you!! Love you so so much!

< Love you more, Doll.

__

You slapped on something modest so Vox wouldn't freak out and headed out to his office. The walk there wasn't nearly long enough. But, you could dawdle a bit and play it off as being clumsy and Vox would be none the wiser.

Walking out of the elevator, you make your way to his office slowly. "Doll!" he calls out, swiveling his chair to face you, "come here.". You step closer and he yanks your wrist, making you sit on his lap. Rough, possessive, kisses plague the back of your neck as you're sat on him. You try to maneuver your neck to get him to stop, but it only makes his touches more greedy. He grabs hold of your face, "You better fucking stop that.". A chill went down your spine, he could be really fucking terrifying when he wants to be.

The hand that's not gripping your jaw snakes down to your thighs, dipping in between them to delicately tease the sensitive skin. Your breath hitches, "V-Vox the door is open-". "Shh," his breath is hot against your ear. He hooks his claws under the waistband of your trousers, "Don't worry, nobody would say a fucking word if they saw anything.".

A shaky sigh escapes your lips as he slowly pulls down your pants. The fabric slides down your legs, the cold air hits your exposed skin causing goosebumps. "You're so beautiful," he kisses your cheek, "arms up, Doll.". He quickly removes your shirt and unhooks your bra, discarding it on the floor by his desk. Your body shakes as you're left naked on his lap, anyone could walk in at the moment. His door is left ajar, a simple peak by an employee— or god forbid an overlord—and they could see everything.

Vox rubs his large hands over the soft expanse of your bare thighs, "I wanna show you something.". In one swift motion, he lifts you off his lap and bends you over his desk. Your body presses against the cold hard surface, buttons prodding and poking at your bare torso.

"Look at this," he yanks the back of your hair, forcing your neck to crane upward at the monitors. With a click of a few buttons, camera footage of you purposefully meandering around slowly plays on every monitor. You can hear his angered, heavy, breathing panting loudly from behind you, "Think you can try this shit on me and not have me fucking find out?". "V-Vox I didn't mean to I-". '"B̶̾̀͘U̴̱̳̳̔͜͜L̷̓L̷̓͌̎Ś̸͙̺͆̏͂H̵̛̘̤̅̿͘͝I̸͂T̷̊̉̕," he roars, his voice heavy with static. A new image appears on the screen displaying the texts from earlier, "See when I said fucking "H̵̛̘̤̅̿͘͝U̴̱̳̳̔͜͜R̷͇̙̎̍́R̷͇̙̎̍́Ý̴̇̈́͘͝". I let you go out, and this is what you fucking do?! Do I need to remind you of rule number two?!". The clank of metal and flop of fabric hitting the floor is all you hear before he thrusts into you mercilessly.

"Fuck!" you yell out, whining at the dry stretched-out feeling. His hands roughly pinch at your nipple and clit while he rams his hips into yours, "This is why you're not allowed outside! Trying to avoid me? Fuck is your deal, brat?!". "I gave you EVERYTHING! Are you trying to get away? Talk to some other fucking prick, huh?!" his last word is punctuated by a brutal thrust. "No, V-Vox I'm so sorry, please-" tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your core starting to throb and clench around him. "Don't. You're never allowed outside again. Got it?"

You whimper helplessly, "Please I-I". "GOT IT?" he yells, yanking on your hair harder. "Y-Yes! I won't go outside!" your body betrays you, a coil building up inside you. You were undesirably close. "Good girl," he coos, releasing your hair only to force your head to the side. Your cheek is squished awkwardly against the hard metal of his desk, your head facing the door.

"I want you to look at whoever may come in, seeing you bent over for my cock like the slut you are," his cock continues to push into at a quick pace. Your face burns red. Anyone could walk in! God forbid it be someone you knew like a co-worker. Even if someone didn't see you, someone can most definitely hear you.

"You love me so fucking much, don't you? You're so fucking close I can feel it," he says smugly, his index finger rubbing lazy circles along your clit to tease you. He growls when he gets no response. A chunk of your hair is grabbed and your head is thrown backward to look at him, "Ä̵́̓N̸̏̒Ś̸W̵̉É̸̪̯̗̀̈̆͑R̷̎̍́ M̶̀͋̇É̸̪̯̗̀̈̆͑ W̵̉̔H̵̛̘̤̅̿͘͝É̸̪̯̀̈̆͑N̸̏̒ I̸͂ T̷̊̕Ä̵́L̷̓͌K̵̛̽̉ T̷̊̉̕O̵͆͊ Ý̴̇͘͝O̵͆͊́U̴̱̳̳̔͜͜.". His voice was loud and full of static. Tears fall down your face as you say the words you know he wants to hear, "I-I love you so much. I-I'm close. Please, can I cum?".

He chuckles wickedly and pulls out of you, the loss making you whine involuntarily, "After the stunt you pulled? No no.". You stand up and turn to face him. He's sat leaned back against his chair; Legs spread wide open, his jutting cock leaking cum from his cyan tip that drips down to his thighs. "On your knees," he commands.

You obey, getting on your knees before him. Before you can act he shoves your head on his cock, bobbing your head manually. The tip of his cock pokes the back of your throat, making you gag. "Watch it," he warns. He releases his forced movement and holds your hair out of your face, "Hnnf, fuck, that's it, SHIT!". Hot cum spurts out of his cock and down your throat. "Swallow," he looks down at you with narrow eyes. You obey, gulping down the slightly salty liquid.

You sit back while he pulls his pants back up, sniffling quietly as tears involuntarily spill from your eyes. "Come here," he curls his finger towards you and settles you on his lap. "Don't cry, doll," his teal claw wipes away your tears, "I do this because I love you. You have to learn.". You hated him. His excuse was total bullshit, the only thing you "learned" from this was how much of a psychopath he was.

But what could you even do in that moment? Rejecting him would only make this go from bad to worse. So, hesitantly, you lean your head against his chest and sob. "Shh shh, that's it," he coos, running a hand through your hair, "don't cry, Doll, I'm here.". You squeezed your eyes shut and clung to the fabric of his shirt, weeping softly. Frustration coursed through your veins, all you could do was sit there and cry.

After a few minutes, your eyes get droopy. You were exhausted and spent. After drifting in and out of consciousness, you succumb to slumber and nap on his lap.

You wake up in your shared bed, now clad in soft shark pajamas you assumed Vox had put on you. Shakily, you sit up from bed and look around at the desolate room. This is where you will reside for God knows how long... You wanted to cry, truly. But you just couldn't. You've cried enough. Now you're just numb, all you could do was start blankly at the tv in front of you.

__

You had fallen asleep again a while later, waking up to the sound of the door opening and closing. Vox strolls in and sits beside you on the bed, a bag of takeout food in hand, "Wake up, Doll.". Turning over, you see his usual grin plastered on his face as he hovers over you. "I brought home your favorite food~" he holds up the bag. You sit up softly, "Thanks...". His eyes narrow in on you, "Don't tell me you're still upset-". "No no-" you defend, "I'm just... not feeling well.". "Good," he presses a kiss to the top of your head, "I hate when you're mad at me, especially for stupid shit.".

The two of you eat the food on the bed, though you could hardly eat. He's constantly checking your temperature and asking if you're okay every 5 seconds. You nod yes and poke around at the food on your plate. "You need to eat," he says softly, bringing a piece of food up to your lips. Begrudgingly, you take it. Despite how much you hated him at the moment, he was right, you did need to eat.

"That's it, princess" he smiles, feeding you another piece. It was kinda nice being fed. No doubt, you hated his fucking guts, but Its no use expressing that either. You leaned into his touch and were complacent when he pulled you close, having you rest against his chest. "I love you, okay?" he kisses the top of your head, "believe me when I tell you I only want the best...". __

A Week Later:

You'd spent the last week trapped in the penthouse, you started going a little crazy, but this morning seemed full of promise! Because of last week's debacle, you had been kissing major ass all week to get back on his good side and hopefully go outside again.

You wake up in a mess of tangled limbs, Vox's long legs intertwined with yours as he stares up at you on top of him, "Good morning. How did you sleep?". "Mm... fine," you mutter. "Glad to hear it," he rubs your back softly, "you've been so good to me this week, how would you like to attend a little work event with me? I'd love to show off a pretty little thing like you on my arm.". "Really?" you sit up and smile. Vox smiles and nods his head softly, "Mhm, as long as you stay by my side-". "Y-Yes! I would love to go!" you say cheerfully. You finally get to leave!

Vox clears his throat, “Don’t you have something to say to me?”. “Huh?” you turn your head, “Oh, right, thank you.”. “Annnd?” Vox turns his head and gestures to his screen cheek. Ugh. You cringe, feigning a sincere smile as you lean forward to kiss his cheek, "I love you.". "Good girl," he praises, "I think I'll take work off today, just spending the day with you until the event.". "O-Oh you don't have to do that-". "But I want to!" he interrupts grinning manically, his eye twitching a bit. "Alright," you respond softly. Jesus this man was unstable.

His long arms grab hold of you and pull you down on his chest, his grip tight and restricting. "Vox-" you mutter, voice muffled against his chest, "can't- breath-". "Shhh," he whispers, "just relax...". You sigh, adjusting yourself so that your cheek is pressed against his chest. His claws rake through your hair, gently massaging your head, and lulling you back to sleep.

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"Hey, wake up sleepy head."

"hmm?" you blink your eyes open and see Vox slowly lifting you off the bed and into his arms. "Hey," you protest weakly, squirming around in his arms, "put me down!". His grip was firm and unrelenting, chuckling as you tossed around, "Slow down there, tiger, I'm just taking you to the kitchen. I ordered breakfast.". "Put me back on the bed," you whine, overstimulated from his touch and exhausted. "No," he walks into the kitchen and sets you down on a stool beside the island, "It's already 8, time to get up.". You groan and rest your face against the island counter, the black marble cold against your cheek. Ugh. First, he smothers you, and now he's forcing you to wake up? Fuck him.

Vox rummages through the takeout bag and pulls out eggs Benedict encased in a plastic box. Placing a guiding hand on your back, he gently coaxes you upward, "Sit up, sweetheart.". "Mmmngh," you groan tiredly. He cuts it up and takes a forkful of food, bringing it up to your lips. Hesitantly, you take the food. "Hm," you say, your voice muffled as you speak with your mouth full, "this is good. What is it?". "Eggs benedict," he replies, bringing another forkful of food to your lips. You take another bite and swallow, "Is it some type of rich people's food?". Vox laughs, "Depends where you get it from. In this case, yes".

Vox moves closer, his breath hot against your ear, "Anything for you.". Bleh, now your appetite's ruined, "I'm full.". "You didn't each much," he frowns, "you sure you're full?". "Yeah," you sigh, "I'm definitely full.". "Alright," he kisses your cheek and takes away your plate of food, "next time we'll have you try caviar.".

You raise an eyebrow, "The fish shit? I'll pass.". A bark of laughter escapes his lips, "It's good! Trust m-". His sentence is cut off by the ringing of his cell phone, "Oh God dammit what now!". Grabbing the phone out of his pocket, he aggressively taps the "decline" button. He sighs, returning his phone to his pocket and plastering on his showman smile, "Sorry about that, where were we?". His phone rings again. Vox groans and picks up the phone, W̋Hͭ͐Ä̤̝̦́̂̚Țͬ?!". Your body recoils as he yells, his voice distorted and deafening.

He paces around the kitchen as he's on the phone, "uh huh" and "are you fucking serious?" repeating every once in a while. "Fine," he sighs, "I'll be there.". Retreating his phone to his pocket, he turns to you with a saddened expression, "Listen, doll, they need me at the office. Will you be alright here without me?". You fought back a smile as you responded, "I just might be okay.". "Alright," he kisses your cheek, "call me if you need me okay? I love you.". You nod, "I will, bye.".

His eyes narrow, "Bye? That's all?". You tilt your head, "Wh-". "Don't play ̖ͥf̥̖̗̗̔uc̟ͩk̂̋̍i͗n͎͊͒̀g͊͛̊ STUPID, Y/N!" he roars, sparks of blue electricity flying out from his screen. You gasp and flinch, your eyes squeezed shut as you prepare for the worst. "Oh shit," his hand rests on the side of his face in an annoyed gesture. Taking a deep breath, he calms himself down, the sparks beginning to fade, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell, I'm just frustrated at the fucking idiots at work who can't get anything done. Let's try this again.". He smiles and kisses your cheek, "Goodbye, I love you.". "I-I love you too, bye," you reply weekly. "Good girl," he presses a kiss to your forehead and heads out.

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You couldn't help but feel giddy towards the work event happening later today. You found yourself daydreaming about all the things you were about to finally experience again: socializing, being somewhere other than the penthouse, some semblance of normalcy. Ah! You kicked your feet and squealed in excitement.

Just then, you heard a knock at the door. Weird, you weren't expecting anyone— and Vox would've told you if he was getting home early. You swing your legs off the side of the bed and slide down, making your way towards the door.

Opening the door, you see the female imps you know to be Vox's personal stylists. "Oh," you smile down at them politely, "I didn't schedule a styling did I?". "Nope!" one of the imps pipes up, "Vox scheduled it for you.". "He did I-" before you can finish, the stylists let themselves in and take charge setting up in the bathroom.

A blonde imp grabs hold of your hand and drags you into the bathroom, immediately grabbing at your clothes to undress you. "N-No," you turn bright red and stop her from continuing, "I can undress myself, thank you.". She nods and begins to draw a bath.

Once the bath is ready, she gestures for you to step in. As you do, you sink into the warm water, letting the calming essential oils and bubbles relax your muscles, "Mmm.". "Is the temperature to your liking?" she asks softly, sticking her arm into the tub to check it. "Yes, thank you."

With your approval, another imp along with her each grab a limb and starts scrubbing and shaving. You wince in pain as they wash you mercilessly. "So much for relaxing," you mutter under your breath. After they finish their assault on you, you're ushered out of the bath and a robe is slipped onto your naked body.

The two stylists who bathed you sat you down on the vanity where a beautiful brunette imp smiled at you, "Hi there! I'm Gemma, I'm going to be doing your makeup today.". "Hi, Gemma," you respond, smiling back at her. Gemma gestures to the blonde imp who dragged you to the bathroom, "This is Brittany, she'll be doing your hair.". You wave to Brittany and are met with a cold glance as she gathers hair tools.

You couldn't blame her. If you were Vox's stylist you'd be in a bad mood too. The other imp, who wasn't introduced, rummaged through a box of clothes and filtered in and out of your closet gathering dresses and accessories. And with that, the stylists get to work on doing a full glam for the event.

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4:00pm

It takes a few hours for Brittany and Gemma to finish styling you. Your makeup was done beautifully, natural yet glamorous, while your hair was curled into a blowout type hairdo. As you looked in the mirror, you couldn't help but admire the job they'd done. You looked hot as shit!

Your vanity was cut short as the chair your in is swiveled around to face a stylist holding an array with dresses. "Alright," she holds up a white maxi dress and a light blue maxi dress, "how do you feel about these two dresses?". "Ehhh, I'm not fan, sorry," you admit. "I agree," she tosses the dresses aside, "hideous.".

The stylist goes into your closet and stifles through your clothes. "Aha!" she exclaims, returning from the closet with another dress. She holds it up and shakes it enticingly with a smile, "This is the one!". "Woah, where did you find that?" you get up from your seat and take the dress in your hands, fingers running over the material. "In your closet," she replies. Oh, right. Vox had gotten you so many dresses you had lost track of all of them at this point. The dress was stunning— a deep navy blue with a lace corset and beautiful glittery floral patterns all around.

The imp helps you into the dress and puts on the finishing touches— lotion, perfume, jewelry, accessories, heels, etc.

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The stylists leave after you pay them and you're left in the penthouse. You take a glance at yourself in the mirror before grabbing your purse and walking out. Right as you exit, Vox enters, already dressed up for the event in a crisp velvet navy blue suit. "Y/N, I'm- Woah," he stops as he sees you, his pupils dilating to the size of tennis balls as you meet face to face, "you look- amazing.". It's almost endearing the way he looks at you. You fight the blush creeping onto your face and turn your head to the side "Thanks, you too.".

He steps forward and smiles, offering his arm to you, "Ready, dollface?". You nod and smile, "I'm ready."

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You arrive at the event which seemed to be a little soiree for VoxTech affiliates and other overlords. Vox stays by your side the whole time, introducing you to people, escorting you around, and even dancing with you for a short while! It was a great night, Vox got to show off what was rightfully his and have you close while you got to socialize! Win-win!

The night was going smoothly, so smoothly in fact that he let you go unattended for a while to grab a couple drinks. You make your way over to the bartender and order two drinks. While you wait, a tall deer-esque demon approaches you. The Radio Demon. Fuck. Vox had vaguely told you about him before, seemingly not wanting to talk about him. But, he made one thing perfectly clear: Do not ever go near him.

You turn to the bartender, "I'm sorry to bug you but can you make this quick because-". A finger tapping on your shoulder interrupts you. You wince and hesitantly turn around, greeted with a sharp smile from the Radio demon. He extends a handout and shakes your hand aggressively, "Ah, you must be the famous Y/N everyone's talking about! Alastor, quite a pleasure to be meeting you!". "Uh, hi," you take your hand back and keep your responses short.

"So, I see you're one of Vox's victims, I mean partners— though I suppose the two are synonyms in this case HA HA!" he laughs hysterically at his own joke. "Right..." The bartender finally finishes with the two drinks and you grab them hastily and walk past him. Alastor leans against the bar counter with a smug grin, "I would get out of this little predicament if I were you.". You stop in your tracks, did he know about your situation with Vox?

"What?" you turn around. "Your situation," he pushes off the bar counter and steps closer, "I understand how Vox is. I was once you, you know— The apple of his eye you could say.". "You dated Vox?". "Goodness, no!" he laughs, "he simply just had taken quite the liking to me. I rejected him, obviously, but I am aware of his rather... obsessive behaviors.".

"I understand how... annoying, it can get," his eye twitches subtly before returning to its seemingly cheerful state, "what I mean to say is, I have a way to get you out.". "Get me out?" you repeat, eyes widening at his proposition. You fought an internal battle as you considered his words. Sure, Vox made your life torture sometimes but... was it any better than barely having the necessities to survive? Was Vox right when he said you needed him?

"...How would you help me?" you ask. Alastor chuckles lowly and extends a hand out to shake, a green glow emanating from his palm, "How about we make a deal?". Before you can answer, you hear a familiar booming static approach, "̣̝́Y/̼̙̂̈́N̊̐!".

Shiiiiiitttt...

Vox marches up to where you and Alastor are, his eyes fixed on the Radio Demon. Alastor smiles and disappears into a shadow before Vox can get to him. "God ̗̩̜ͅD̽̒Ä̤́̂̚M̰ͤ̚M̰̖ͤͫ̚I̗̝Țͬ!" Vox yells. He turns to you, his breath ragged and shaky. Before you can say anything, he tightly grasps your wrists and teleports you in a wave of static.

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You're suddenly transported back into the penthouse bedroom. Vox throws you onto the bed and looms over you, "I don't fucking get it! I've given you everything, and time and time again you've fucking- UGH!". He throws his hands in the air and paces around the room, "Money, clothes, food, shelter, LOVE— I'VE GIVEN EVERYTHING. WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP LEAVING??," his voice becomes strained and tears start to well in his eyes.

His words and tears strike a chord with you, an uncomfortable feeling settling in your stomach as he cries before you. This wasn't just about you leaving anymore. Carefully, you reach out and rub his back, "Vox, please... I wasn't trying to leave you this time, A-Alastor offered but I said no! I promise.".

His shuddering stops as you place a hand on your back, his body still as you speak. Once you finish speaking, he lifts his head, his digital display of eyes puffy and red, a scowl on his face, "Fuck! Stop pitying me! I don't know what to do to make you FUCKING STAY!". He jerks his body away from you and stomps over to the closet, searching through some boxes for God knows what.

"Vox?" you call out, "Are you okay?". No response. He comes out a few minutes later with a manic smile, his arms hiding something behind his back, "I'm gonna make sure you fucking stay.". Without warning, he pins you down the mattress and rips off your dress. "Vox what are you-?!". "QUIET," he demands, "I've had enough of that shit! You're gonna be obedient and you're gonna fucking love it.". He slides the dress off you along with your panties.

You shake slightly as he undresses you. His large hand rubs over your calf in a soothing motion, "Don't be scared, I'm gonna make you feel good, okay?". Vox reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a deep red double-pronged vibrator. The sight makes you clench your legs together tightly.

Taking hold of your knees, he spreads your legs apart. "Keep them open," he demands. With a click of a button, the toy jolts to life and vibrates at a low setting. "Hm, not nearly enough to tame this fucking brat," he mutters to himself as he switches it to a higher setting. He turns back to you with a cruel grin, "Much better.". Slowly, he brings the vibrator in between your legs and presses the head of the longer, thicker prong against your core.

"Fuck!" you exclaim, the vibrations causing you to squirm as your pussy aches for more. Scared of defying him, you desperately keep your legs open and thrash around, "Hnnf, oh god thats-". "That's right, doll," he pushes the vibrator deeper into you, causing you to gasp.

As the toy plunges into you, the second prong vibrates against your clit. The double stimulation makes you moan, an embarresingly needy whine that echoes throughout the penthouse, "F-Fuck, mmph, can't take it-". "Yes you can," he pushes it deeper, "and you will.".

He starts to slowly push the vibrator in and out of you. The pleasure becomes all to much for you. He pistons it in and out of you to a point where you're a mess— babbling incoherently as he continues to fuck you mercilessly with the toy.

"Hnnf, I, mmmph," you mumble. Vox chuckles and tilts the toy upwards so it hits your G-spot, enjoying the way your body writhes beneath his touch. You start to see stars as the pleasure overcomes you. Vox looms over you and gazes into your eyes, "Look at me.". Your half lidded eyes meet his swirling ones.

He's trying to hypnotize you, but you can't do anything about it as you rendered helpless against him. "You will be fucking obedient from now on," he says, "you will love me, and NEVER fucking leave me. Got it?". The once repulsive idea suddenly became so... enticing... the longer you look into his hypnotic stare.

"Y-Yes," you mumble, your voice whiny and high pitch. "That's a good girl," he pistons the toy in and out of you faster, "now tell daddy what you want.". "Want...," you mutter mindlessly, lost in a haze of pleasure and hypnotism, "want you.".

Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to your forehead and whispers, "That's it, now you're getting it, Doll. Go ahead, cum.". His words snap the tight cord in your stomach and you finally release. "Fuck!" you yelp, your back arching against the sheets as you buck forward into the toy.

You come down from you high and Vox removes the vibrator from you. Dipping a claw into your dripping slit, he scoops up your release and brings it to his lips. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop. "Divine," he looks back at you with a smirk.

As he cleans you up, you lay there and pant. Your mind was racing yet blank at the same time. The once disdainful thoughts about Vox turned to ones of compliance and adoration. You were so deep in "thought" you hadn't realized Vox had dressed you in a large t shirt and pajama shirts.

You sit up and see Vox crawling into bed in just his boxers. You weren't exactly sure why but you craved his touch. Immedietly, you crawl toward him and lay your head on his chest, cuddling close to his body. Vox smiles and massages your head with his sharp claws, "There we go. Was that so hard?". "No," you say mindlessly, nuzzling your head into his chest, "I-I love you.. so much...".

His smiles blissfully and closes his eyes, a single tear rolling down his cheek, "I love you more."

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k dont jump me but can i just say that izuku doesn't deserve ochako and i feel like ochako is better off not being romantically involved w him? not (only) in a yass she dont need no man way but in a she literally should not settle for izuku way. bc can u fucking imagine ur just trying to hang out w ur boyfriend but he keeps mentioning his boy best friend every two seconds like id actually go insane. IM NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE FUNNY IZUKU GENUINELY DOES THIS MULTIPLE TIMES THROUGHOUT THE SHOW and i fear its not stopping any time soon. izuku can suppress it all he wants but you just know when he sees something katsuki likes he'll go "omg kacchan would like this" "i should send a picture to kacchan" "ill invite kacchan here tomorrow"

genuinely, GENUINELY, and i mean this in the nicest way possible: i think ochako is way too good for him. she'd make the best girlfriend ever esp with how extremely selfless and empathetic she is. she would be a good match for izuku.. if he wasn't annoying and put his boy best friend above everyone else including himself

i love love love izuku with all my heart and i also ship izuocha to an extent (multishipper) but on all might izuku should save every one of his love interests the heartache and get with katsuki already

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I'm kinda grateful for div1 because they're a good scapegoat whenever one is needed. They protect the artists in a sense because like, if Jisung actually wasn't comfortable showing his tattoos, he can say it's div1 and then fan feelings won't be hurt! Other examples, dating ban, everyone knows idols do secretly date and such, and officially people say "the dating ban is gross! It's to sell creepy fans the idea of their idol being available!" But also the dating ban is a protective shield because if creepy fans come up to idols they can say sorry I don't date I'm not allowed. While secretly they do date but officially no. Other example, jyp artists can say "sorry we're not allowed to say anything political" and it's bc div1 is censoring them and then they don't get hate from either side, because normally people would say "silence is taking the side of the oppressors!" Etc but they can't bc it's not the artists it's div1. And the artists don't choose who to collab with, it's management! Stuff like this means idols don't get hated on for random stuff which I support. I think asking Hanji to show his body in the first place is invasive, puts him in an awkward spot and it's good that he has div1 to fall back on. It could also be that they're really the ones stopping him but in the case that it wasn't I'm grateful things were resolved this way

see but the thing is, he's not uncomfortable showing off his tattoos, he's not uncomfortable talking about them, he's never been uncomfortable showing his body either before when it's something he's worked hard on and he's proud of.

he said on a live their staff didn't want him to tell us he'd gotten tattooed, he told us he is not allowed to show them, he did it anyway and it was just a glimpse mind you, and the first thing he said after the fanmeeting was that he was promptly scolded for it.

why can't people take what he says -what all the members say really- at face value, what on earth could he possibly gain from lying about this, when all the kids have always been pretty straightforward all things considered and the profession they're in about what they can and cannot do, and when saying or doing something out of line gets them scolded, and when they know damn well how vicious their fans can be.

I believe changbin when he says the staff wasn't happy with him bulking up and eating healthy and told him to cut it out and he said fuck this. I believe seungmin and changbin when they say the staff doesn't want them to mention they drink sometimes, when other idols in their same company have never had this problem (see: nmixx's members getting drunk and no one batting an eye. so what's different? same company different management)

and about the political thing, again lily lives anyone?

Also what does the dating ban have to do with this they haven't mentioned that in years if ever?

As for the collabs i honestly think it's 50/50, i was talking about this with tay this morning and it's actually plausibile they got into That project with the best intentions and were super hyped and then they realized a couple of things, reevaluated some others, and decided that maybe it was a mistake. They've never mentioned that song again outside of the mandatory promo period and it was always in a very luckluster way.

And tbf nobody asked han to show his body, he brought it up on his own.

But the point of this whole thing, and i think we're missing it here, is it's his (their) choice to do so that's being taken away and for what.

They're being restricted on what they eat to the point they're starving for a photoshoot for fuck's sake, they've been telling lino he has to lose some weight when he's never given a damn before and was so happy to share his love for pudding on bubble and now it's a miseryfest of "ah i'm turning into a piggy" and dieting stuff from the last messages i saw. same with felix, i love him but i cannot tell you enough how uncomfortable it makes me when he starts talking about what he (didn't) eat in a day.

i'm sure there's some good people in div1 and they care for them, or the members wouldn't have defended them in the past, and there's people they're closer with like their personal managers, but i'm also sure lately they haven't been as happy with the staff as a whole as before

so no, i'm not all that grateful to the people managing them right now

[dors-ee]

It could also have been such a good opportunity to explore the pple that otherwise are cool and good but for ie truly don't believe the world is already falling apart, the ones in denial syaing "no no it's ok our civilozation is not collapsing" or "we'll deal with it for the veil". this kind of very human denial of sometimes very obvious thing. Play with psychology, explore it.

I find this lose lose situation fascinating and so interesting. They're both bad but one is maybe not that bad, or at least gives a chance... but does it? Isn't there always still a risk, like a sword hanging off pple's head, ready to fall at any moment by keeping the blight contained?

Isn't it better to let it go maybe? let it express it's rage, let the world try to get back to a balance by itself, with all the elements of it and not some part still locked away?

But then would be the question with the dragons and their blood. Is all of them that tied the veil away being gone... truly good then for nature/the world? Isn't the world now doomed either way with all the archdemons gone? Whatever is done things are fucked up beyond repair? Or is there another way?

like the environmental stuff for me should be considered. The place of world/nature, and how "the veil is a wound inflicted upon this world" and unatural. Not just for the living beings but nature, the order of things, the universe, how it works. if any part of it is till sealed away unaturally and at risk of collapsing... is it ok? (+as i developped epxloring this dragon blood thing OP mentionned).

There's also the element of fairness, of reparation. The blight is an horror... but its mere existence is horror itself, the conscience of the titan taken away? Awful! Absolutely awful! Maybe it should be freed.

Maybe their anger should be let go off.

Maybe a real destroy everything to have a blank page would be better, than the "épée de Damoclès" that is rhe blight, always hanging off pple's head. Left to fester and rot in its corner.

Isn't it just gaining time to cut down thr veil?

Or is it giving the time to find another way to deal with the blight? A sufficient enough new beginning?

I do not have the answer to any of those, but they are interesting to explore I think. And I am sad we didn't get to. I was so bloody excited for this game bc I had heard of the complexity of the previous ones. Bc I truly thought we'd get this. Even if the story was just basic "kill evil elven god" (which tbh is a bit boring in my opinion). If we had this layer of complexity, around the veil, around righting the wrongs, about nature/the world and its state and balance etc etc. just... If we had more complexity. More to think about, more be challenged on.

I wanted something interesting and complex that would challenge me... I got disney. So yeah ok it's fun at first, but tbh even the fun gameplay gets tiring real fast when there's nothing else to hold things together. No other interest in it, nothing else to chew on. Basically no real reason to play, no incentive to go through it. Empty fun is not my fun... (and I do not judge the pple that can do with veilguard and find it fun and compelling and interesting. Or just find it fun and for them it's enough. Like any other opinion on it or experience with it, I do not judge at all.)

edit : 1. could have been an opportunity to interrogate solas about how he speaks of reparation and the old world ... for the elves. not the dwarves. He doesn't truly want to restore the old world, he wants the elven empire. Is it truly fair?

2. when pushing the reflexion about natural order of the world, restoration of the world, etc. Bioware did something fucking awful in making the pple associated with real life jews... unatural beings basically. Pple that weren't supposed to exist : The spirits taking on body by stealing other pple's BLOOD. Basically doomed the world : war by angering the titans, then creating the blight this unatural awful disease. In itself it's bad but then you get the the veil made partially to contain the unatural disease they created unless the world will be fully destroyed... they doomed the whole world basically. And if before the veil the blight was contained another way blabla, now the veil is what contains it. The elves coming into existence by stealing from another species and disturbing everything...

Their existence is unatural and basically doomed the world...

for the race supposed to be a representation of Jews/indigenous pple.

...

hm. Yeah.

The thing that keeps killing me about the Veil discourse and the fact Solas was planning on destroying the world by removing the Veil is that, especially after Veilguard, we have the confirmation that inaction would have been worse.

It's made very clear in DAI and Trespasser especially that the Veil is failing. It's becoming thinner in thinner. Each Blight's bloodshed are so terrible that some places have a Veil that never recovered. There are already hole in the veil in DAO for the Warden to try to fix in places where the Veil has been torn into pieces (Soldier's Peak and the Blackmarshes especially). And Arlathan and Sundermont where also regions that were said to have had the Veil permanently sundered because of the terrible horrors that happened then.

Solas acts panicked when he learns the Wardens are trying to kill the last archdemons saying it will make the situation worse, and for years I argued that the archdemons are probably seals that held the Veil in place and if all of them were killed, it will collapse. At the time i thought it was an elaborated plan by the Evanuris - i didn't think there was a bond between them unless it was true the Old Gods were the Forgotten ones, but that by using the Blight from the Fade the Evanuris were trying to affect those seals to thin the Veil and either a Blight will punch a hole in it, or once all the archdemons will be dead they will be freed.

This isn't the conclusion Veilguard took but i still had a point where it mattered the most: The Archdemons' lives were tied to [the Evanuris who's lives were tied to] the Veil and if all of them died [and killed the Evanuris linked to them by doing so while separated from their respective Evanuris, as evidenced by there being only 2 Evanuris left in Veilguard], the Veil would collapse.

When Solas awoke, it was barely ten years after the 5th Blight. He didn't even know until then that the Blight had leaked from the the prison he had made.

Corypheus acted up on the Wardens' mind BEFORE Solas got involved with him. We know that from Legacy since it's when it started for Corypheus (and Solas supposedly awoke a bit before Mark of the Assassin according to the webseries Redemption).

Corypheus was affected by the Blight he got from the Evanuris, and wanted to do anything he could to tear down the Veil to get to the Black City.

If Solas hadn't offered his orb to Corypheus, if he had stayed in slumber even, The Wardens may have killed the two last archdemons in panic. Or, and that even if Solas gave up on his goal in Inquisition, eventually centuries down the line the two last blights would have happened and the Veil would have collapsed.

There is no scenario in which Solas doesn't get involved that doesn't end with "The Veil falls down and the Blight locked in the Fade is unleashed on Thedas".

Solas' plan is specifically to take down the Veil in a way that doesn't unleash the Blight and the Last of the Evanuris. He will try to salvage as much as he can doing so but that's the core of it.

Leaving aside all the others dilemma about the People, about the Spirits, about Slavery, about everything that has motivated Solas on top of it all: IF Solas didn't act, the Veil would have collapsed on its own and the world would have ended in a way worse way.

We can debate forever about how deadly Solas' plan would have actually been. In Veilguard he says a few thousands of people would have died because he took precaution. I still believe one of the major reasons people would have died are tied to the way Curing Tranquility Also Leave People Who Were Tranquil In a Vulnerable State That Easily Get Them Killed and it would have been the same for people to reconnect so deeply to the Fade (re why Solas asks Cassandra if she thinks it's worth it to still cure the Tranquils and why it mattered).

We can also argue whether this was the only possible thing that could be done.

But like one thing is certain: even if Solas killed absolutely everyone except the elves by collapsing the Veil, it would still be less damage than if the Veil just collapsed on its own. Which would have happened sooner than later. It wasn't an IF. it was an WHEN.

The "Elven God's blood can keep the Veil up and fully repair it" was a full cope out that makes genuinely No Sense (they were NEVER gods to start with, and personally the reason i liked the Archdemons to be the seals more than the Evanuris was bc of what Yavana says in the comics about the dragons being the blood of the world, something much, much bigger than the elves ever were) just to punish Solas anyway.

But the fact people still act like Solas taking down the Veil was him planning the End of the World and It's Bad are just not interrogating themselves on what the Veil is doing.

It was either a controlled apocalypse that will avoid as much damage as possible, or one that will happen at random and will leave no possible chances of salvation.

Just letting the world end by inaction isn't exactly any better than trying to do something.

It's somehow the same logic as Rook and Varric never being blamed for unleashing the final blights. Accidentally triggering the end of the world, or just knowingly letting it happen are fine, but trying to actually do control damage is bad actually.

The Alternative should have been to find another path. One Solas was too prideful, too blind to newer ways, too isolated to have considered himself. One that could remove the Veil without this amount of destruction. Not to reinforce the Veil all together.

And i just think it's unfair to look at Solas plan of destroying the world as the basis to judge he's a bad person without ACKNOWLEDGING what the options actually are. Not even in term to defend Solas, but in term of, do you understand what's at stake????

[smileposting]

okay to elaborate on what i meant by the tags on that @/calypsolemon post (rlly compelling post-canon hcs btw): i'm picky about post-canon lovestory angst in part bc while i Do like the idea of them learning how to deal with the less idyllic parts of romance, even when they're being upfront with each other they tend to do so through the lens of elaborate creative endeavors, which makes me feel like this would Also apply to when they come into conflict with each other (at least initially.)

like idk in my head one of their first arguments is that they're workshopping the next OPM installment and click clack is like "if our god is being perfectly honest episode XIV would serve as a decent finale." and thespius gets, like, kinda heated about it. he's like “dude how can you even say that we left SO much shit unresolved” and click clack is like "WELL their relationship was the crux of the show and episode XIV resolved it! MEANING the writers are now free to move onto new pastures!"

and then it escalates until thespius is like “WELL MAYBE I - …maybe. styella's… still got something eating at her. y'know, as a hypothetical."

click clack, eyes narrowing, gears starting to turn in his head: "…well, as a hypothetical… would byella not want to soothe her beloved's pain, after spending so long focusing on feldly?"

thespius, realizing they are absolutely going to have the rest of this conversation using this metaphor: "maaaaybe that's kind of what's eating at styella? again, hypothetically."

click clack, also coming to the same realization: "…byella might need styella to elaborate. hypothetically."

like yes there is an emotional push and pull/eventual catharsis but it is also kind of fundamentally ridiculous bc life is kind of fundamentally ridiculous. that doesn't rob it of its depth or their love. i daresay it even adds to it. does that make sense

[s0fter-sin]

ghost who offers free cleanings for people who are physically unable to clean their home when he’s on leave; people with mental illnesses, disabilities, addiction, anything and everything in between that stops them from taking care of themselves and their environment

he's seen it all; entire rooms filled to the ceiling with rubbish, rotten food overflowing in fridges, used needles and burnt spoons scattered on every surface, conditions no one should have to live in

bc it's what he grew up in

a house that was little more than a crack den with cigarette smoke stained walls and a whole back room you couldn't even open the door to, it was stuffed so full of junk and rubbish. he had the entire place bulldozed when it came into his name but he knows not everyone hates their home the way he did; they just want it to actually feel like home again

so ghost takes his empty days and his iron stomach and methodically goes room by room, house by house. he doesn't mind the sludge that coats his gloves as he empties sinks or the dead rats at the bottom of years' old piles of trash, doesn't blink at the smell of decayed food or abandoned cat litter trays and doesn't for a single moment let the people who live there feel ashamed

he doesn't let them apologise or try to help; most of the time he gives them some money for a meal and tells them to head for the nearest pub or cafe. he knows what it's like to be confronted with the state you've let yourself live in, the shame of other people seeing it and how awful it feels to know that even if given the chance to start over, it would still probably end up this way bc sometimes you just can't do things like clean; sometimes it’s just too much to maintain

sometimes you need the help, no matter how bad it feels to accept it

it often takes days to clear a house, sometimes even just a single room, but to ghost there's nothing more worthy of his time

not when he sees the teary-eyed mothers seeing their carpet for the first time in years; the grandparents who can finally look out their windows, the kids who can run around without fear of stepping on something sharp

ghost doesn't leave them once their houses are done either; he keeps track of the worst ones, of the people who will always need his help and makes sure to check in as regularly as he can. sometimes to just pick up the things that have started to spiral out of control, other times just for a tea that he knows hasn't been shared since the last time he visited

he makes sure they all know they're not alone

🧼💀

going back and forth on if i want soap to ask ghost to join him for leave but ghost declines without giving him a reason so soap think he just doesn't want to be with him. until he finds out he does these cleanings and asks to help bc it reminds him of his nan's house when her dementia started eating away at her and not only stopped her from cleaning, but from recognising her kids and grandkids and made her not trust them to let them in the house to do it for her

or

an au where soap is medically discharged and falls into heavy depression after losing both his meaning in life and his body; being so ashamed and hateful of what he's let himself become but also not caring enough about himself to try and improve it

ghost finding out about this vet from one of the other people he cleans for. they'd noticed the rubbish steadily piling higher in the windows and recognised the signs from their own house; they wanted to pass on ghost’s kindness, give the peace of mind they now have to whoever lives inside

it's a fight to get soap to agree, let alone let him through the door; he hates ghost for offering, hates himself for needing his help to begin with. but ghost meets his stubborn anger beat for beat until he burns himself out and just can't work himself up enough to care anymore

soap refuses to leave, especially when ghost offers to pay for lunch, his pride refusing any more coddling when he’s already accepting this charity, but he also can't bring himself to help; his body too broken and his mind too flooded with exhaustion and pain. so he just lays in bed, rubbish mattress high around him, and tiredly watches ghost through the door as he tackles his filthy home

and for once, it's not enough for ghost

it's not enough to know soap will have a sate place to rest, a clean bathroom to shower in, a kitchen he can actually use

bc he knows a clean environment won't be enough to help soap heal

he knows how aimless he feels without the military structuring his life for him - it's why he started these cleanings in the first place - but soap doesn't have the end of leave to look forward to

this is his life, forever

and it's clear soap doesn't want it

so ghost slows down, takes longer than he needs with each task and each room, draws out the cleaning for as long as he can as he tries to bring soap- no, bring johnny back to life

soap doesn't make it easy; he's so full of self-hatred and shame and grief and there's a large part of him that doesn't want to get better

but ghost keeps trying and he keeps coming back after he finally admits the house is as clean as he can make it

he comes back for tea and then for coffee when soap finally gets enough energy to care about drinking something he actually likes. he comes back to meal prep a week's worth of food every sunday and for dinner the first time soap wants something bad enough to cook it himself

he comes back to discuss the dismal footy match from last night. to be dead silent when soap's having a migraine and put damp cloths on the back of his neck. to wash his sheets after his nightmares make him sweat through them and he’s so untethered he thinks he might drift away. to pretend he's strong arming him into seeing his doctor for a medication change instead of holding his hand through the trauma induced anxiety attack and flashback to the injury that landed him his discharge

he comes back when the anniversary of soap's discharge comes around and soap quietly confesses he doesn't think he should be alone

and he's there the morning after to give him a glass of water and smile when johnny asks him if he feels like going for a walk

[mordredpendragon]

Hands you an Agravaine (for the ask meme) :3

hi ram !!!! thank you for the ask! here's an agravaine for you <3

with a bonus laurel!

ask game under the cut

favorite thing about them

tbh i was pretty neutral on him until i started reading vulgate, he's so much more fleshed out and layered there (i started reading arthuriana with le morte d'arthur and he does fuck all there lol)

i think he's an incredibly compelling character, especially with his interpersonal relationships. there's just something about gawain having a younger brother named essentially not gawain and being a huge contrast to him, and i also really like his relationship with mordred in vulgate as an older brother who raised him. he's the kind of character who's wedged in between characters that are larger than him (i'm sorry agravaine but you're related to gawain, mordred, and arthur and being someone who's related to them is kinda your whole thing) and that in itself is interesting. especially considering that he dies during the fall of camelot, arthur mourns his death

vulgate, death of arthur

rereading this for this post put a tears in my eyes IT KILLS MEEEEEE. AGRAVAINE...... but yes tl;dr my favorite thing about him is being related to gawain/arthur/mordred and him dying. its sooo so so fun (not for them but its fun for ME)

least favorite thing about them

tbh, i find him to be severely underutilized (and if not, completely done dirty) i hate the characterization in which he's just mordred's lackey and there to pretty much die to lancelot and nothing else.

i think it would be way more impactful if he was fleshed out as a legit character. adds to the tragedy that he was somebody the audience actually cares for and not just some NPC lancelot murders lol.

also, really dislike how prose tristan stuff writes him (and the orkney brothers in general) where he's an irredeemable villain but i digress. it doesn't help that i don't care for the orkney/wales blood feud. it's never done in a way that resonates with me.

also the character assassination TH White has done to agravaine PISSES ME OFFFFFFFF ALL THE SHITTY AGRAVAINES IN MODERN ARTHURIANA IS HIS FAULT I SWEAR. aka making him morgause's killer throwing in some added incest in which he lusts for her. GROSS !!!! agravaine get behind me!!!!!

favorite line

tbh i could put anything that he says in mordred, a tragedy by henry newbolt but i really love this one in particular. talking about their brothers and that they're on mordred's side.... it brings a tear to my eye i love the orkneys so much. they're BROTHERS !!!!!!!!

brOTP

obviously him and his brothers! gawain and agravaine is great. so is mordred and agravaine. among his brothers those two i think he has the most interesting dynamic with. this post is already stupidly long and i could make an entire post in general about agravaine's relationship with his brothers, so i think i'll focus on agravaine and mordred.

for one, i love agravaine and mordred in BBC Legend of King Arthur 1979. the orkney brothers in general are great in it (minus gaheris bc he isn't there RIP) but i adore how it expounds on his dynamic with mordred AND his aunt morgan. mordred and morgan are both schemers with plots against arthur and guinevere, morgan wanting revenge on her father gorlois' death and mordred having (in later episodes) vying for the throne, agravaine on the other hand is a lot more sincere and earnest. he had no ulterior motives and his undoing was his honesty. he loved his uncle arthur, and he meant well when he wanted to report guinevere and lancelot's affair to him, because he saw it as a betrayal on arthur, not an opportunity (like morgan and mordred). those two had to "corrupt" him in some way, which what happens during the guinevere apple murder trial because mordred and morgan essentially make agravaine an unwilling accomplice. its soooo so fascinating i highly recommend that show.

second, i'd love to talk about agravaine and mordred in henry newbolt's play: mordred, a tragedy 1895. genuinely has got to be one of my if not THE favorite retelling i've ever read. if anyone reading this hasn't, i'd just urge you to read it bc it's just that good. mordred is the main character as the title says, and agravaine is one of the main secondary characters, he takes on an almost paternal/guiding figure to a young yet incredibly idealistic, passionate mordred and acts as his voice of reason.

JAW DROP..... LIKE THIS SCENE WAS CRAZY. the earlier conversation where it was just them is top notch, and this kind of dynamic between agravaine and mordred is something i'd love to see more often.

BIG fan of agravaine essentially being the logical/reasonable one between his brothers. i've compared him to dinadan because i think they're similar characters (except obviously agravaine isn't a jester/bard like he is) but they function similarly, in my opinion.

OTP

AGRAVAINE AND LAUREL 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 i love them so so soso much it drives me insane. they're so perfect. i don't care that laurel is basically just a name in malory, i also love the HC that she's his lady love who (alongside a young mordred) takes care of him when he was suffering from a curse in vulgate.

admittedly i am biased to how i write them and how my peers write them (shoutout to @queer-ragnelle AGAIN lmao this is literally your fault)

nOTP

anything incestuous. looking at you TH White.

random headcanon

my favorite headcanon is that he's got some sort of facial scarring and he's blind in one eye. for me personally it's no reason just vibes, in my project he's got some kinda magic sigil under his eye (he can't see through it though obviously)

and like, obviously as a disability it affects how he fights. one of my favorite things about him in vulgate is comparing how he navigates battle and combat in comparison to his brother gawain, he's a lot more careful and discerning in his encounters rather than just going berserker mode. you can see this in agravaine vs druas the cruel, i think

vulgate lancelot part v

he knows his limits, lol

since i made him blind in one eye, he knows his blind spot and his weaknesses. (in my lore he's referred to as sir agravaine the one eyed swordsman for this reason) and he's a lot more calculating and cunning in his fighting style, more relying on wits + terrain (funny the guy with one eye is more observant than most people)

unpopular opinion

nothing i haven't said earlier. for whatever reason he has this reputation for being a crazy misogynist (likely thanks to Fate/grand order because of his infamous over meme'd to the oblivion line about hating women) and also again because of T.H White's depiction of him. and whatever the hell BBC Merlin did to him.

i just really hate that kind of depiction of him and honestly? there's worse characters. breuse sans pite's whole thing is being a rapist, and geraint/erec spends the entire time in his respective romances brutalizing his wife enid.

free my man agravaine he doesn't deserve this slander 😭or at the very least, i would like to have more nuanced portrayals of him for variety.

favorite picture of them

really love this image of him from the short story by P.G Wodehouse. really cute short story about agravaine!!

[moon-ttokki-x]

hello. 😊 if it's not a bother, could i please request stray kids celebrating their 9th member’s birthday with her (please leave her age unspecified)? 🥰 no pressure, it's okay if you don't do this! 🤗

hiyoooo this was such a cute request . . . i didn't do a traditional fic bc i know everyone likes to celebrate differently >< i'm def more a lowkey type of person but i know others who like to go all out <3 here you goooo

skz and celebrating their 9th member's birthday

pairing: ot8!skz x 9th member!reader

summary: how skz would celebrate your birthday !

genre: fluff, idol! au, chaotic skz, reader celebrates their birthday, age left unspecified (though they're the youngest of the group), cute innie, big brother skz agenda all the way, mentions of forehead kisses, mentions of eating, mentions of chan's back pain

a/n: happy birthday to anyone who's celebrating lol

skz masterlist

so how skz celebrates your birthday definitely depends on whether you're a big, grand gesture sort of person or not

if you are

then expect half the company to be there at the party

or a big fancy event in one of the halls

lots and lots of singing and dancing, if your birthday happens to fall on a skz concert date, they'll definitely perform 'happy birthday' and sing one of your favourite songs

lots of gifts

i mean lots

they could be the most random things too

we all know how leeknow gifts things

so expect anything from a new nachimbong to a cucumber

skz would def be the type of people to surprise you at the dorms too, with a whole massive spread of food and sweets

felix would def be baking for you too

and there'd be a cake in your favourite colour with your name written on slightly messy icing on the top

when you look closer you notice your name is spelt wrong

jeongin excitedly points out that he wrote your name on the top and you kiss his forehead anyway in thanks

bc he's cute and you would never point out the fact that he spelt his only younger member's name wrong

oh well

you appreciate the gesture anyway

then it's gifts

most of them are good and you love them

but there's a select few that make you laugh

like a matching horse mask from jisung or a singular messed-up paintbrush from hyunjin

you keep them anyway for the memories

(and make a mental note to scare chan with the horse mask later, alongside jisung, who already has one of his own)

shhh !!

then it's opening the cards from each member

again, super cute messages from the members, aside from seungmin's card

he's just written in sparkly blue gel pen 'you survived another year'

'good job'

and that's it

slightly menacing but you thank him for it anyway, watching him grin as you place it down

and then it'd be a night out at the mall or the arcade

or anywhere you want to go

expect to be spoilt by your eight older brothers

they spare no expense to make you happy

whether you choose to take advantage of that or not is up to you

changbin or chan would def let you climb on their back as a once-off

and they'd carry you through the streets while you giggle in their ear

changbin doesn't even feel you

while chan is wishing he'd stretched his back earlier

you all end up falling asleep in a heap as soon as you guys get back to the dorms

no one has bothered to undress either so you all wake up looking like you did the night before

if you're not a grand gesture sort of person

or you just get a little shy on your birthday

skz will def be a little more lowkey

some of the members, especially the maknaes, don't really understand why you don't want to go all out for it

but they try to make you happy anyway

personally i feel like they wouldn't make too much of a fuss in fear of upsetting you

so you'd wake up as per normal and go to the kitchen

and minho has cooked breakfast for you

your fav obviously

and the other members just kind of go about their business and wish you a happy birthday

chan def stops to kiss the crown of your head bc you're like his little sibling and felix does the same

bc he's sweet like that

your day then goes as per normal

maybe with a lot less schedules and practices bc no one wants to do work on their birthday

unless you're super productive i guess

but yeah

and then you get home and walk into the living room

the boys have set up a blanket fort and a mess of cushions and pillows on the lounges

netflix is already loaded on the screen and chan and hyunjin have ordered takeout for everyone

so you all dress down into comfy clothes and pyjamas and sit and eat while watching a movie

your pick ofc

they do bake you a cake, or buy one for you if you're not into that

but they don't sing happy birthday bc they don't want to embarrass you

the maknaes def try and burst into off-tune song

you just let them bc it's funny

'you guys are literally singers how do you massacre 'happy birthday'...'

anyway

you all fall asleep in a heap with frosting-flavoured lips and sticky fingers

when you end up waking up, you decide to go to your bedroom

there's gifts from all the members on the bed and cards too

which makes you tear up

bc they were considerate enough to determine that you might be uncomfortable opening them in front of everyone

you make sure to thank them all the next day

skz loves you so much and will do anything to see you happy <3

a/n: i want cake now

[help-imanartistt]

Tee hee was thinking about riptide (as one does) and came up with some silly piercing related headcanons.

Chip did his on his own but was alone (he did his firsts, seconds, conch, and helix) when he did them and bc he didn't know the proper way to do it they get infected from time to time. The only reason he pierced his ears was bc arlin said that all cool pirates have piercings. He also primarily wears gold and loves dangles.

Jay has no piercings and was probably never allowed to while she was with the navy but Kira got her septum done and was yelled at for it so Jay knows a few things about piercing aftercare. Kira after this point probably got her firsts and seconds done and figure out ways to hide them with her hair. She would probably wear a mix of gold and silver but doesn't have dangles to make them super discrete. Because of this Jay knows how to help Chip when his get infected every now and again.

Gill for similar reasons to Jay was probably not allowed to get any, but after working up the courage he asks Chip to do his but Jay jumps in because she knows Chip's inability to keep it from getting infected. Gill loves wearing studs with gemstones/moon imagery and the occasional chunky sleeper in both gold and silver (he would mix metals and not care). I also imagine he would love a good dangly ear cuff if he could find ones for his ear shape. If given the opportunity he would probably wear the really silly like fishtank earrings or find/make ones that look like pretzel, but he mostly likes to stay presentable.

[ghost-doodles]

part 2

so here is basically part 2 of the au.

while i will be trying to stay some what in line with the plot of YOI time line wise some of it might be shortened a bit bc not only am i not much of a writer but im trying to meld together a bit of the jayvik plot from arcane too.

anyway

Unlike Yuuri who evidently had a crush on victor from the start Jayce is a bit further into the closet and only thinks of his feels as deep admiration and like standard idol vibes 

So for a majority of like the first week he is like what the fuck is happening

Instead of having to loose weight to be allowed to skate Viktor says that Jayce needs to get more flexible in order to pull off some more technical moves in step sequences and help with his jumps 

It takes about 3 weeks and while he is doing it Viktor does let him ice skate but he refuses to let him do anything complicated and refuses to teach him 

Viktor during this time is getting along with Jayces mother and trying to get to know Jayce, albeit a tad unsuccessful thanks to his awkwardness 

He also meets Mel and well he doesn’t exactly like her but he is using her facilities so not much he can do about that and admittedly she has some say in shit

he is also working on his own PT for his knee because while he doesn't know what he wants to do in regards to jayce he does miss skating even just for himself 

Right when Jayce was about to be able to fully practice for the first time his old rink mate Ekko comes and starts arguing with him about leaving Heimerdinger and their rink and going to train under Viktor

while not as close given age Ekko also admires Viktor and is a tad jealous 

Jayce and Ekko aren't exactly rivals but they have a bit of a back and forth/ old pupil new pupil vibes 

Jayce is kinda put in a corner because he very much would rather work with Viktor but he kinda abruptly quit from his old coach as he initially thought that he was just going to quit as a whole

Ekko also brings the message from Heimerdinger thinks Jayce shouldn’t be coached under Viktor since Viktor tends to be ruthless with his training and he doesn’t want Jayce to get a head of himself

This cues a bit of an argument between Ekko and Jayce which Mel ends up over hearing

Due to this she suggest that they should have a small competition that if Ekko wins then Jayce goes back to Heimerdinger but if Jayce wins then he gets to choose 

Jayce doesn’t initially want to compete but Mel persuades him by explaining if he wins not only does he get to continue his work with Viktor but it will show what he is capable of 

In all reality she knows that if she host this competition it will be great publicity for her rink and with bring in a lot of supporters and new skaters

Heimerdinger is reluctant but ultimately agrees to it 

Mel wanting to make it even more interesting suggest a piece which has two different opposing compositions one of which is a more up beat opera number which is meant to specify hope and the future the other is a classical piece of longing and nostalgia 

Jayce gets hope Ekko gets nostalgia 

Similar training sequence to YOI except its both Heimerdinger and Viktor working against each other with Jayce and Ekko rather than both of them skaters under one coach like in YOI 

Heimerdinger does keep trying to help Jayce much to Viktor’s silent demise 

Jayce’s thing he is working on getting out of his head an realizing that he’s like actually pretty good and can definitely be an a top figure skater

he is also learning to not be complacent with choreography and elements that if he can do something he doesn't always need to ask

similar to canon where it was viktor who persuaded him to do hextech

Ekko like Yuri is younger but shows great talent especially with his control in the air and his transitions, known for flying across the ice

However, tends to rush through his programs sometimes seeming a bit to fast and not emotionally invested

Debuted the prior season and was able to take 1st in his last JGP and is looking to take the gold in the current Grand Prix 

Viktor adapts his program he was going to skate this season into something for Jayce, something that is supposed to be more hopeful and powerful showing a new Jayce who is coming confidently for the Gold 

Ekko’s is supposed to be a slower piece which follows the nostalgia of his old junior self and even the sadness of letting go but at the end the brightness of a new career in the senior divisions 

They go through training shenanigans both together and separate in similar fashion as YOI while Viktor and Jayce navigate where they want their relationship and coaching to go

[dreadfuldevotee]

okay so I've gotta say I just finished iwtv and like it's really refreshing to find someone who's willing to talk about armand (and, by extension loumand) in an interesting way. Because I quite liked them in S2 so imagine my surprise when I go online and all I see is people acting like armand personally kidnapped claudia and also was mind controlling louis 24/7 (tiktok is horrible with that) when that's just the most boring and frankly nonsensical reading of the material ever. (I think it's silly in general to constantly compare loumand and loustat on the basis of who's worse because. come on.)

However, it got me thinking about how some of that might be the show's own fault? Sure, a big amount of the people not willing to engage are loustat shippers who can't comprehend one person loving multiple people, but I've seen that many people revert back to calling armand this big bad who would have let louis die as if it recontextualizes the WHOLE relationship when imo... it doesn't? Like I feel like I'm going insane bc the show presented it as this huge twist and I didn't quite get on with it? (I'm conflicted on the loustat reunion too but whatever). I feel that there's a disconnect there of what was established the whole season and what was said in the finale. And people are just running with it.

Man idek if what I'm saying makes sense but I wanted to hear your takes on it bc I quite enjoy them and value your input!

No, I totally get what you're saying! I think the details of the loumand breakup collapse on itself upon prodding a bit. I can understand why they wouldn't want them to split the way they do in the book (years of travelling together, finally ending up in New Orleans- Armand setting Louis up to meet Lestat who is wallowing, jumping at sirens 'n just generally sad and pathetic; and being fed up that Louis is seemingly unmoved to any real emotion after the encounter. Them exchanging some harsh observations about each other and then Armand walking off into the night) I think the season ending is more interested in serving the direction they're (presumably) heading for Louis, and wrapping up his life story.

I've been thinking of it to myself as a "Straw that broke the camel's back" kind of break. It's the resurfacing of all the myriad of ways Armand fucked up and fucked Louis over- Oh, and by the way not only did he have a more active role in the play than you originally thought, it never even crossed his mind once to lift a finger to save you. Though, even this falters a bit under remember that Armand breaks Louis out his crypt. People smarter than me have put their finger on exactly why it stumbles on the landing, I'm sure.

What makes it work enough for me is that Louis doesn't go back to Lestat. Yes, they see each other and hug tearfully but Louis does not walk out of Dubai with the intent to ask Lestat to take him back. No, he goes home. He ruminates in the sound of the driver's accent and immediately steps out in a saint's hat. The fact that he finds his way to Lestat is a turn of fate and even then its not really a reunion of lovers but of parents, as the only two people who will mourn Claudia. I say this all the time, but I think knowing that IWTV as a contained story is about grieving a child is the puzzle piece I think a lot of people miss. Before its about Lestat and messy romances and aliens, the whole story sprouts from this moment of deep grief. So I love that Louis has this moment of personal introspection and allows himself to feel his own grief and share it with Lestat but also make a promise to try living for himself and still goes back to the penthouse alone.

I think my continued feelings are a little contingent on how the show plays it going forward. The way I see it, if we start taking score for whos worse, Armand or Lestat- They are tied for gold. Lestat is still complicit in the trial, as is Armand ofc, but neither of them wrote it or schemed it, or genuinely personally desired to kill Louis/Claudia/Madeleine. If the show decides it wants to act like Armand is irredeemable in Louis eyes I will be....less than happy, to say the least. But if the show is as interested in engaging with all the character and all their complexities I think it could all come together quite nicely by the end.

[pinep-ne]

I wrote a little brief analysis for this thing,, copy-pasted from messages I'd sent to a poor friend. I'm honestly not bothered enough to read through so if there are incoherent parts or mistakes I am very sorry. It was like midnight and I was spewing shit on the spot LMAO

Anyways. Just wanted to put this somewhere. Gave me a mad headache but it was very fun to delve into.

stardom in lapsing was made up kinda on the spot; more like a gut feeling. stardom being comparable to yk being loved and being able to love in general and how gripping the moment is. i found it fitting because of how like. fleeting their relationship was in general, like a shooting star. very bright very potent and then it's gone.

in lapsing this "stardom" is made insignificant, or at least, in the eyes of the world. the poem kinda holds and explores that bit of guilt charles holds that he is still clinging onto the feelings he held so briefly. "smallness" is just that— he believes he is weak for being unable to move on. for still being in love. and ofc the "small" feeling when one is loved, especially in a world that won't accept that vulnerability, it seems almost too simple for something portrayed so complicated, and it's terrifying. thus he is small

"Be sure to

Let your fingers buckle 'round the edge of

Our threadbare bed"

a lot of th poem is charles pleading for arthur and himself to do things. he's back and forth between acceptance and still holding onto the same notions. almost still bargaining, after eight years, interrogating and tracing every detail of arthur, and every detail of their love, to find some sort of green light to acceptance. one of my favorite things to write about is the stages of grief and i'm just a sucker for when it's so GREAT they all happen at once and it's just a cacophony of everything BUT acceptance.

anyways theselines kinda start to paint the pictures of this yearning. this particular one doesn't symbolize much but really more clinging to something domestic (threadbare bed)

"...and be sure to find my moon

When the Sun in Heaven gets too bright

Or the hellfire, unfair, swallowtail plume from

Your fluttering chest feels softer than

You had imagined"

more pleading, and a lot of charles pondering on arthur's own moral state. as if he's just checking up. charles requesting to arthur that, if he is in fact out there, to use him as an anchor, as he does arthur. the capitalization between moon and Sun was mostly unintentional but i also love distinct emphasis on random things anyways; so i guess it could represent the humbleness of the real world (where charles resides) and a more official, divine concept, as told in the scriptures. heaven's capitalized so ofc the Sun of heaven will be, if arthur is in fact there to see it. and when he gets too lost in that heavenly state, he may return to that humbleness charles asks him of.

of course, since charles isn't really religious himself, nor can he even determine arthur's fate after death. it's kind of a metaphor, or anchor i guess, for something completely unknown to him. but in imagining a single potential that arthur is safe and happy wherever he is, that is something to cling to. the closest tangible thing just happens to be both heaven and in some way, the soul soaking into the surrounding earth. with this unknown, charles kinda flips the coin to maybe a more LH arthur.

it's hellfire, and it is unfair to charles that arthur'd be subjected to that. but he still shows some sort of understanding, which is portrayed in "swallowtail plume".

swallowtails --> butterflies --> butterflies in your stomach. a softness unprepared for.... which to me i feel would strike and unsettle a LH a lot more. i changed it to "chest" bc of TB obviously and the symbolized deterioration thereof. the newfound vulnerably of illness. i suppose it could go with both honors; either way, in some way, i think there came an easiness in how he accepted love. and he loathed it all the while.

nothing in the poem is accusatory though and a lot of it is just charles knowing these things about arthur. knowing and accepting every flaw and simply wondering about it. at the same time he is falling over and over from this idle thought, and finding it still much too powerful to smoothen or ignore, so he resorts to bargaining. he resorts to the place in his mind he's crafted himself where arthur is still there.

In your youth; I hope they have wooden horses

For smaller curling palms and the

Creases in them.

the first line of this sentence has two uses: to continue the last stanza— "softer than you had imagined in your youth"— and as its own beginning.

charles wonders some more, almost peacefully delirious, how the afterlife is for arthur. like a friend who had just moved to the country. not strong enough to linger on how hell would be, he finds the origins of the wounds and flesh in childhood, and nostalgia. like he is reaching back into arthur's childhood, just within the perspective of heaven, to mend the pain from genesis. thus things like wooden toy horses and smaller palms (curling, like the fingers buckling around the bed in the first stanza, still following the theme of clinging.)

"And I hope you're allowed

To be the lilac grass and hay and

Be the pine and lumber

I helped your Brother nail down"

continuing that dream of what he'd imagine heaven like; lilac grass and hay, pine and lumber is just a metaphor for youngness and age. if arthur is allowed to be both vulnerable and wise there, as he had longed for so much in life, even if only known and recognized by charles.

"i helped your brother nail down" is just a direct connection to charles and john building beecher's hope. where a lot of people mention the blue jay in that scene, i wanted to further expand it in charles' perspective. that arthur is everything; arthur and his love reside everywhere charles looks.

"Be the breeze to breathe upon…

Did the riots in your mind still? The nape of my

Neck."

this one was more so creative formatting— the full thought is "be the breeze to breathe upon the nape of my neck", continuing those intimately human characteristics to nature, and as such everything surrounding charles and his life. butted between it though, "did the riots in your mind still" is really another fall-back in charles' thought process. constantly concerned and wondering of arthur's presence, juxtaposed for his seeming understanding that arthur resides everywhere, the itching ache of grief leeched upon him insists otherwise, or simply will not let him fully believe it and move on.

"Like Apollo and only him was I

Given imprints of the notions in swift charcoal;

Both the writhing chimera

And clearest matters; I had felt it melt

Under the heat of my shaking hands

Pages like November leaves

Engravings like midnight to

Dawn whispers"

Apollo represents john, handing charles arthur's journal to read through. just simply a messenger. "imprints of the notions in swift charcoal" is just arthur's writings.

"both the writhing chimera / and clearest matters" is everything encapsulated in that journal— from arthur's matter-of-fact entries, with not much substance, and those with striking depth to them. puzzling all together, charles has yet to decipher it, as he describes it as a "writhing chimera"— the many faces arthur pulls and tugs, even in the privacy of the pages.

it's overwhelming and reasonably so. it "melts" under the mere heat from his shaking hands as he holds it.

not literally of course, but it feels as so with how fragile every inch of this sort of. materialized fraction of arthur's inner self feels. it is one of the only things left, and he fears it to be as fleeting as the rest. "pages like november leaves" is a more physical example of that. just something brittle. "engravings like midnight to dawn whispers" is more the entries themselves, being compared to secretive and hushed talks beside each other under the night. allll fleetingggg...

"When your eyes were your lips

And your lips, your finding eyes,

And I could only laugh, I think,

And I could only listen"

continues that thought. "eyes were your lips" is eye-sex, basically. "your lips, your finding eye" i really love the trope of putting the flesh to memory by kissing every inch of it okay thank you.

"and i could only laugh, i think,

and i could only listen" is a bit of a softer sentiment. i think there's something really simple and tender about just lazy intimacy and late-night whispering and hushed things, which is what is described here. the substance of which is never remembered; but the feelings that were present, and as well the laughing and listening.

"I hope the longer pencil and the

Whiter paper do not bother you.

We are states away and

Bark stands taller. And the mountains, if you are not

Them."

"longer pencil, whiter paper" is just opposing to arthur's own penmanship and journal. i love the headcanon that arthur uses his pencils to a stub. it just emphasizes "new times" for charles, and how far he is from everything arthur was.

"we are states away and / bark stands taller" is just west elizabeth, tall trees. "and the mountains, if you are not / them" is further manifesting arthur as the nature around charles. the mountains, of course, look over a lot of the map wherever you are. feeling arthur as that manifestation is a comfort where he is in a more unfamiliar spot.

"I'm afraid

You press me to the crevice. The winter is not you,

never you,

It eclipses all of Canada and you should

Know I'm to find something there"

immediately, charles regrets that train of thought. "you press me to the crevice" is charles' knowledge that if arthur were here, he'd demand him to move on already. he fears the land here does not need nor want him here, which means to him that he must leave this crafted realization and actually, truly move on.

"the winter is not you, never you" is the little trait of arthur's that he hates the cold (grumpy colter arthur), it's basically charles reasoning why arthur's presence/spirit/manifestation wouldn't follow him to canada. but more metaphorically i suppose, the inevitable threat of moving on that lingers closer. charles is aware it is time. he just doesn't want to admit it.

"it eclipses all of canada and you should / know i'm to find something there" is more thoughtless talking to arthur, back and forth between bargaining and anger and pleading. searching for some sort of response i guess.

"Sincerely,

There are not enough of

Twined mornings

Beneath closed eyes, and not enough

Peeking sage. Never enough

Sketched skies, shied flesh of two

Ghosts, revered skin, and not enough

Soothing, under a burrowed night, you should know

I still enfold

To carry you"

im ngl this one is my least favorite. it kinda summarizes the fantasies charles holds, and folds the envelope with all of them inside. there is never enough of the memories he holds, the feelings he clings to. they didn't even know each other for a full year. so he searches, even in places he does not recognize, seizes every new thing of arthur, every new thing he can recall. the people he has met. the footprints he's left upon the earth.

"shied flesh of two / ghosts, revered skin" is the.. hah.. more ghosts than people reference. which i feel is applicable to charles as well. two ghosts loving each other.

"and not enough / soothing, under a burrowed night" im ngl i also love the headcanon that they aren't so consistently reluctant to be vulnerable, and to unravel some of the knots within them. ofc it'd be heavily messy and a frantic affair, but they both know they can trust one another to lean on in those moments. this comfort for charles is gone, now.

"you should know i still enfold to carry you" is sealing that envelope. whether he makes it to canada, and finds he is able to move on. or if he teeters on the edge of a new life and the past for the rest of his days. he will stay keeping the metaphorical letter in his pocket. he tells arthur this directly, maybe not necessarily wholly to be hopeful, but to simply tell him. if he may not ever know where arthur is, he may still accept the comfort that arthur will always know where he is.

Hhuhh wrote a quick little charthur poem last night,, first time posting anything of the sort on here so I hope it's. Adequate LMAO

I've never actually dedicated a poem to them in all of three years but after this I hope to write more in the near future.

[marc--chilton]

(mgv)

what if the pup went to wilson when overstimulated with the new environment of ppth while mark is hospitalized.... and wilson is suckered and flattered into hiding him under his desk since neither of them are capable of making a nest. wilson takes his vigil very seriously even if on the outside it just looks like he's doing paperwork, and even pages chase to deliver a message to house that he's not under any circumstances to barge in and say anything grotesque like he usually does. chase does not enjoy this duty for Many reasons, less so when house in turn orders chase to fetch nesting blankets from maternity ward (they're bigger and softer and retain scents better than the normal thin hospital blankets) and deliver them to wilson's office. and house just. hops that little divide on the balcony and dutifully weaves a nest on wilson's couch, even scrubs one blanket over wilson's scent gland -- totally fucking up his hair with static in the process. then shocking him for good measure -- with a growl of 'don't you dare fight me on this' that instantly kills wilson's will to resist bc this is house in Mom Mode and wilson's not a stupid enough alpha to get in the way of That.

house's own scent catches in the process just by way of his wrist glands making contact. he had considered imbuing his own scent on instinct but decided against it (he may be the kid's parent but he's functionally a stranger so his instincts deter him from doing anything that could further distress his pup), and was so focused on making a good nest he didn't even register his wrists tingling until he was back in his office shaking the weird raw feeling out of his hands. he didn't say a single word the whole time either. he just came in, bullied wilson, made a nest on his couch, and left.

it's a success; he peeks a bit later and is more relieved than he'd like to admit to see a child sized lump filling out the bleach-white nest