#do not think about the order of things here too much i was trying to do chronological

[calebsangelbby]

・❥ CALEBS FAVORITE KINKS !!!

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: a list of what i think are calebs top 5 kinks !

WARNINGS :: NSFW! 18+, incest , oral sex , bondage , collaring , orgasm denial , porn w/ no plot

a/n :: these are not in order !! :)

1. INCEST :: now, this might seem a little bit overboard , but to caleb ? it's nothing new . after knowing you for so long ... growing up together , living in the same house , sharing everything with each other .. it's like a normal thing to him. so normal to the point where he'll call you his 'sissy' during different times of day . " sissy , could you grab my water from the table for me ? thank you, love . " it just rolls of the tongue !! especially during your alone time, too . it slips out more than you or him could count . when he first moaned it he never even payed attention to it , thinking of it as nothing . it was only when you gave him a look that he couldn't quite read did he notice what he accidentally said . "o-oh my god pips im.. im so sorry. that was fucking weird and i shouldnt have said it... im a damn pervert." shame flooded his face ... but he knew it would happen again , whether he could control it or not .

2. BONDAGE :: listen , he doesnt want to be tied up because hes horny , it's because he trusts you so much ... and that kind of turns him on . the fact he can willingly submit to you and trust you without having to worry about what you're doing . although he likes to be restrained , he'd never do it to you .. only if you asked him . he'd do anything you asked for (within reason) , whether thats strapping you to the bed with ropes , chains , a belt (his) , cuffs .. whatever you please . all he's worried about is them scuffing up those pretty wrists of yours . "nono wait baby .. your skin, it's red . do you need me to stop ? i'll stop right now for you , you look like you're in pain . let me kiss it better pips .." is what he'd say on any other occasion .. but the times when you didnt look so in pain , thats when his freak comes out . "you cant run away silly .. stop trying to run from me . i wont allow it , and neither will those restraints you begged me to use on you . i actually quite like the way you look right now... all tied up and cute for me ."

3. COLLARING :: i feel like this is the most canon you could ever get . he'd seriously be into making you wear a collar for him , wanting everyone to know who you belong to & to not try with his girl ! also , he'd want one with a bell .. just so you couldnt escape without being noisy ;) . buuuut he's up for wearing one for you as well , he also wants to let people know who he belongs to . i think he'd get one for the both of you regardless of you wanting one or not , his need to get people off of you is too strong, as he is alarmingly obsessed with you . the collar isn't just used as man repellent , it turns him on so fucking much . knowing that you're practically his property gets his dick hard to the point of ache , he'd definitely make you wear it during sex . mumbling incoherent sentences about how much he loves the way it looks on your gorgeous neck .. how he never wants you to take it off . "as long as you're here, with me, you aren't touching it . fuck , you're so good for me .."

4. ORGASM DENIAL :: hear me out . it's late at night and he notices your location isnt on ... he texts and calls you multiple times without an answer . eventually , he tracks you down and confronts you about going out without his knowledge / consent . after he's done scolding you , that night , he'd drag you into his car as soon as he could & not let you cum . he would adore hearing you beg for him , solely because it feeds into his desire for you to need him as much as he does you . he wouldnt be too fond if you ended up doing it to him ... maybe as revenge or something , but nonetheless , he would be in pieces . pleading , begging , writhing , all of the above just to feel your perfect cunt squeeze around him one more time so he can cum . he would never put his hands on you , but he would just get so desperate ... he might have to move you himself !! at that point , all he would manage were whimpers and prayers . "ohmygod pips please .. im sorry! okay! im sorry .. i can't take this anymore baby , i need to cum . i need it so fucking bad ."

5. FACE SITTING :: caleb takes "the best way to die is by thigh" way too seriously . he would happily pass away while in between your thighs ... he loves eating you out so much it's kind of concerning . the moment his lips are on your core hes not letting up until you've cum over and over again on his face .. hes addicted to the taste of you . his deep obsession with your juices is so bad that he has to have you suffocating him , almost breaking his nose , using his face as a toy ... he can't get enough . i think this roots from the fact that he jerks off to your voice all the time & that makes him so attached to all your moans . especially when you call out his name while you cum .. he thinks about those moments way too often .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in conclusion :: caleb would really do whatever you asked , aka hes into anything , but these are the ones he really enjoys . <3

[hahawishmeluck]

okay so i really think in order to truly move forward an apology is like really warranted

i think i get what you’re ultimately trying to say, but you’re going about it in a super unproductive way. i’m assuming you’re running into the problem of like, “there’s all this bad stuff going on and then when i use the words i’m taught online no one listens to me because they hate the word privilege” right? okay.

when people are talking about their own experiences, it’s not up to anyone except them how they choose to word things. as briar said, their wording was incredibly intentional (and seemed to be very effective based on the notes.) the general population’s misunderstanding of words or concepts is not relevant, nor is anything else besides really truly trying to listen and learn

(get that cop out of your head that wants to tell people how to talk. we all have one and we all have to tell it to shut up. that’s what happens when you grow up in a police state)

back to it:

and then when you go try to educate other people, like maybe friends or family who don’t like woke mind virus words but are otherwise good people, you can adjust your language to meet them where they’re at

i don’t want to use OP’s experience and speak for them here so i’ll come up with a personal example. BIG caveat here that posts about physical disability are often turned into posts about mental illness. this is not my intention, i’m just using a personal example that i think might be effective for this convo. the following example is NOT the point of the post.

-me on tumblr: people don’t realize how much of a privilege it is to safely always be honest with their psych. i would be institutionalized if i was honest and that’s fucked up. burn it down abolish psych wards tear down every wall ACAB

vs

-me with a normie: you may not have ever considered this, but psychiatrists can actually pose a lot of danger for me. if i’m too honest i can get sent to a psych ward where im denied basic human rights

and then ideally you can have a conversation and the other person may not leave the conversation with new definitions and big words — maybe one or two if they’re relevant — but you introduced them to a new idea and chipped away at some indoctrination. yay! hopefully you can keep having more convos with this person and slowly introduce more concepts and tie them together

ultimately, telling someone online how to describe their lived experience is unhelpful and honestly really harmful and rude. there’s also this huge tie to eugenics that you might not realize you accidentally brought up, because nazis target and kill disabled people. so like bringing up nazi shit on a disabled persons post is super not ideal

hopefully that’s what you’re stuck on and my explanation helped. my brain jumps around a lot so hopefully that was semi followable

please dm me if you want to talk about this concept more because at this point we’ve successfully derailed the post

hopefully this all makes sense, and you can pinpoint what you were trying to do vs what you actually did. and if you’re able to draw that conclusion, please say sorry to my friend

Being an obligate wheelchair user is frustrating in ways you'd never expect. I can only use door in my house because of the way my house is set up. That means if I want to go out back, I have to go ALL THE WAY around the house. No insurance company will help you use both doors of your house, you're limited to one.

[voidofthevoidmv]

Bill Cipher, except he genuinely CANT LIE.

Like, at all. Legitimately he is incapable of telling a lie.

Like sure, he can certainly dodge questions, or maybe create a loophole or two- But if you were to ask him a question directly with no way of avoiding it- HE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO BE HONEST. And this fudges him over on multiple accounts.

And when he’s trying to dodge questions to avoid giving away his secrets or intentions- I want you to envision the scene from Shrek 3, where Pinocchio is being interrogated by Prince Charming concerning Shreks whereabouts- See here and he’s just RAMBLING-

Now, despite everything, this doesn’t change much. He still has flattery tactics and is careful with his worlds- Despite all his smarts Ford can still be blinded by his own hubris. So the whole portal thing goes down similarly to canon… Untill the portal incident happens.

With Ford stuck in the portal, Bill had no way of rebuilding it seeing that nobody would be willing… Aside from STANLEY PINES who is at a loss at what to do. The perfect willing assistant in rebuilding the portal. And bill wouldn’t have to lie that much cuz their goals really do aline somewhat… So, the demon tries to strike a deal…

This is when shit hits the fan for Bill.

And hey, let’s even go as far as to exaggerate the whole “Must return his half of the deal no matter what” portion of Bill’s deal making abilities. With this in mind, let’s take a look at EX CON STANLEY PINES who can sniff out a bad deal in no time- Due to his years of experience on the streets. And being the con artist that he is, Stanley being confronted by another con artist who can only tell the truth and also is confined to whatever deals they make… Well, this can only go well for him.

So Stanley tricks Bill- As he would in most dimensions if you get my gist. While Bill is offering unlimited knowledge in exchange for Stan’s compliance or something- Stan can easily twist Bills words against themselves and long story short- Bill is now trapped in Stanley’s debt and is confined to… Hmmm…

Let’s say he’s stuck constantly possessing a little magic 8 ball. And whoever shakes him, he’s forced to admit information to. A seriously bad deal on his part, an extremely great one on Stan’s part. So, Bill must help Stan get on with the portal without any sort of escape…

What’s even worse is that as time goes on, sometimes Stan even uses Bill as one of his ATTRACTIONS. (Honestly, Bill is lucky. Stan had been seconds away from binding the demon to a Zoltar machine-)

And time passes just as it would in canon, that is, untill the little pines twins come around to stay for the summer. And while I haven’t thought too hard about what the episodes looks like as I imagine it all doesn’t change too much- However. One thing that inspired this whole thing is how the kids are first introduced to bill- Something like:

Stan: Here kids- Meet Bill. This guy will answer all your pesky little questions.

Dipper: …Grunkle Stan, you named your magic 8 ball Bill?

Stan: Huh? Nah, he was called that when I first got him. Also Bill is just this all-knowing demon thing that I trapped inside of that ball in like… What was it- Was it- 85? Bah whatever-

Dipper: A demon…

Mable: *Eyes sparkling* Can I shake it???

Stan: *Tosses the ball casually* Sure knock yourself out kid.

Mable: Woahhhh…

Dipper: What is that thing… Is that… A triangle?

Stan: Welp. I’ll let you kids have at it- OH YEAH. He can’t lie so there’s that.

Or something like that. Haven’t worked out the kinks yet, but I think in this scenario Stan lets the kids mess around with Bill sometimes in hopes that the knowledge he possesses can help prevent the kids from like- Getting themselves in danger or something. And once the kids realize that they can just twist their words in order to make Bill slip and give helpful information- Well I can only imagine their shithead grins as Bill curses to the heavens. Dipper and Bill will banter a lot, with Bill obviously doing his best to break this pre-pubescent boys self esteem but it only assists in Dippers character development. Meanwhile, Bill and Mable can be lowkey chaotic and he could even respect her antics- If not for her whole “empathy and emotions” thing. (Perhaps a teensy bit of character development in places… But if Bill is a master of anything in any dimension, it is DENIAL-)

I think weirdmaggedon might still happen and there will be this whole rift thing and stuff- it’s still relatively similar. Maybe a different ending? Or another deal? Who knows. But this was just a silly thought I had- I can only imagine the names if I decide to invest time into it.

Magic 8 Bill AU? Or something? I might make some art for it if I’m being completely honest- Just a funny thought yk?

[soaringwide]

PAC: How can you grow from this difficult situation? make lemonade

A bit of a general reading inspired by me struggling with some things in life and I know I'm probably not the only one...

This is a new pick a picture tarot reading inspired by the saying ''When life gives you lemons, make lemonade", where I'll look at a difficult situation you are currently experiencing and help you make something positive out of it.

This is a general reading meant for multiple people so it might not resonates perfectly to your situation. Take what resonates and leave out the rest.

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PILE 1 - lilac lemon

The situation you are struggling with has to do with the established order of things; a leadership of some type. Perhaps political, perhaps your workplace, perhaps a religious structure. Something that exists outside of you and that has a lot of eyes on it and people participating in it. It seems whatever this is referring to is weighting heavily on you; it is too much, too noisy, too exhausting, and you are in deep need of rest and some type of inner silence. Perhaps there is also the idea of finding your way back to truth beyond this smokey veil. It also seems that this leadership makes you think that there is no long term plan, a lack of foresight that will have negative consequences on your own life and you feel unable to go against that as it's so much bigger than you. It's like your own plans and dreams for the future are being stopped and the future is uncertain.

How to turn lemons into lemonade? Here the message points at claiming back sovereignty in your own life. You are not as hopeless as you think you are and there are things you can put into place to take back the leader's role at your own level. You don't have to agree to what's being said to you, you don't have to act the way this power wants you to. Your soul is free and King/Queen. Change starts with yourself. Your inability to see a way out speaks more of your own inner blockages and mental blindfolds than what reality. Things need to change and there is no point clinging onto the past and trying to do the same things and expect things to go back to what they were, because they won't. This situation calls for radical actions, things that were not done before, so that you can call for a different result. Not gonna lie the process will be tumultuous, and, again, it starts within yourself; but you will come out of it stronger as an individual.

Something that can help you on this quest is about looking inward for answers and don't get swayed by what is being said outside. Resist and don't let go of what you feel is wrong. You know justice. You know truth. We are all equals and no human power is above that. Dust to dust.

PILE 2 - flower lemon

For this pile, it seems that this situation relates to your career. You are at a point where everything that could be gained from this has been gained, which feels unsatisfying and not enough, yet that's all you could get. There is a need to leave conflict behind and cut out your losses, and by that I mean that in no way you feel like a winner here but you're trying to aim for the least harmful outcome. There is a desire to build a more stable state of financial comfort and balance for yourself, but it feels a bit like something you don't really believe in or trust in, it feels constricted and pessimistic. Why it's a difficult situation is because while you want to move on and leave this behind, you don't really have a plan, your energy feels scattered, like you're trying to rush forward without any idea of how to direct your focus. It makes you impulsive and directionless, acting one day on a whim because you feel XYZ and going in another direction the next because you had a change of heart. So yeah it's making the situation harder to navigate than necessary, and I'm sensing it is mostly rooted in your performance anxiety and a heavy heart and overactive mind, rather than a lack of opportunities outside of you.

How can you turn this sourness into sweetness? Here the cards talk about getting back on track by bringing resolve and discipline into your life. You might currently be trapping yourself by being too hard on yourself on some aspects, such as expecting perfection in your behaviors and the outcomes you can get, like expecting immediate success, while also being too lenient with yourself in other aspects, which might include not putting in the work or letting yourself go to waste in the daily chaos of a scattered mind. I just really need to add that being disciplined doesn't have to be a dry and painful thing. A good leader is not ruthless and you need to be a good leader to yourself. That means understanding your limitations but pushing yourself gently when necessary. It means having a clear mind regarding the steps you need to take, but also a good heart that can be empathetic to yourself, your struggles and the fluctuations of your energy and emotions on the day to day. I'm also getting simply that giving yourself the possibility to reach out for the opportunities you yearn for will be a big improvement, as I really thing there is a lack of action here and too many chaotic thoughts. That also means investing your energy smartly, to plant the seed for future you. Start today by doing one thing, unwind, and continue the next day. If today was not as good as you wanted it to be, it's okay, it's not a failure, it's just your journey, and tomorrow is another day.

I also think working on your mindset could help. If you believe good things are ahead of you, you're more likely to have high spirits which will make putting in the work toward success easier and more pleasurable. You don't need to be delusional about it, realistically if you keep trying, you're bound to see progress in one way or another, or learn enough from the process than you can correct course and aim better towards success.

PILE 3 - stripe lemon

The situation you are currently confronted with has to do with waiting some time of decision that will have an impact on your future. I kinda have this image of things being weighted behind the scenes, processes are being run, and you don't have much insight on what is happening. There are many obscured elements here, things that happen outside of your control. So I think whilst all of this is happening, you're thinking a lot and trying to figure out a plan whether things go one way or the other, trying to prepare yourself for the future without knowing what it will hold. I also think part of you is focusing as much as possible on what can be done in the moment, getting busy with tasks in order to strengthen what you can, like putting money aside or trying to find other money making streams, again in preparation for this big judgement or decision. In a way, you gaze cannot look into the future as it is obscured, the only things you can do is build your defenses with what you have, and turn your gaze inward. So I also think you are currently focusing on yourself quite a lot and trying to sense things more than rationally learn them. Intuition over intel so to speak, and remembering your personal power of survival and change.

This situation is an opportunity to ask yourself what it is you want to achieve next. To dream, to imagine the future. You've been quite stagnant for a while, and you still are, but things are about to change, the timing will vary, but it won't stay like this forever. You need to ask yourself what it is you wish for, what you want your future life to look like. Only by wishing first can you then start the chain reaction that will lead to movement and transformation. This all start with yourself. With an idea. With an impulse. One day the time of collaboration and learning through exchanges will come, but right now you are relatively alone and you can gain a lot from that process. Lots of inner growth and realizations. Finally, some things are outside of your control right now and you can't prepare for everything. Things are about to change in ways you might not expect or not expect fully. So try not to drive yourself insane trying to guess the future but just ride the wave, you will get through it.

PILE 4 - outline lemon

This is the love situation pile for those who currently are at a standstill. There is magnetic attraction, desire, deep interest, and a potential you can't seem to look away from. Yet, things are not happening the way you want them to, or not happening at all. This lack of movement is creating two things within you. 1) it puts you in a catastrophic and self sabotaging mindset where you kinda want to throw a kick at the thing in order to run it to the ground once and for all and be done with it. There is anger and desperation but also deep sadness and regrets. 2) you snap out of it and decide you're going to do something about it by taking the lead and trying to make the things you want to happen, happen. However nothing goes the way you want them to and it seems you are making things worse rather than doing anything good, so you go back to 1).

So you're wondering about cutting your losses and moving on. Taking what you've learned and what you became with this relationship as it is/was, and try to find something better to settle and expand. However this idea is far from bringing you the peace you want. It feels like giving up. It feels like waste. You are struggling a lot with what to do and you feel like you need to do something, one last thing before giving up fully, but what?

What positive thing can be gained from this situation? Ok so this is not a relationship reading, it is meant more to see what YOU can gain from this right now than what's gonna happen with your person. It's on your level and the other person is not really in the picture. That said, let's dive into this.

This situation calls for learning to balance yourself. There are times to take risks, but they need to be calculated. To be taken at the right time and in measured ways. It is saying that you have a great power when it comes to your ability to take actions, to follow your intuition and communicate your ideas, but as things are things might be a bit all over the place and need to be brought back into balance. Mastering this way of being will always be useful, regardless of the situation, but it seems especially important in the situation we are talking about today.

(It's quite hilarious because I was just about to write that I was confused about the importance of actions and thoughts/communication in this part of the reading (I had King of Wands and Queen of Swords), and how the Cups of the Heart was missing. And then I draw the Queen of Cups. Anyway.)

I think this is about calming your very active and heated mind in order to let your heart shine through. Because, in the end, it's your heart that will lead you towards the right actions and the right words. And you can't hear anything when everything is chaos, despair and confusion. Let things rest. The wisdom of the heart whispers, it doesn't scream. Focus on the beauty and the good things this situation is bringing you, not what you want it to be. I think you lost track of that. When the time comes, you will know what to do.

[kcdarchives]

so i've been doing some thinking on the opening section of kcd2 and hans. sorry huuuuuge analysis text post incoming

thinking soooooo much about hans dragging a delirious and distraught henry through the woods at night and trying his best to reassure him. like, henry is probably not carrying a ton of his own weight while he's walking here, probably made even worse with him looking around and reacting wildly to the various hallucinations he's seeing around. and despite this, hans with all his strength manages to drag henry to bozhena's hut, and then overcomes some incredible odds to beat a man wielding a sword with just his fists. not only would this be really hard in actual real life, if you have played the game, you know beating a guy with a sword with only your fists and no armor is also like. an incredible feat. it's insane. (i do remember hans saying something about the guy taking a bad fall and hitting his head or something like that, which helped, but STILL) hans did something which, as a player, I think is almost impossible and he did it to save henry. but he still ends up really injured, which is to be expected in that kind of scenario because that's what would happen to literally anyone including henry. but hans is bedridden with fever, and he eventually wakes up just to find that once again, henry has saved the day by getting the stuff for his medicine and fending off some more of those outlaws that attacked their camp. hans expended so much energy and effort trying to save henry and he DID, but for him, it seems like at the end of the day, henry ended up having to clean up after the mess he made. i think this is a feeling hans really starts incubating at this moment.

when he is rejected at the gates of trosky and all his noble manners and bearing get him nothing but a bucket of shit splashed onto his head, this is when he really starts to mentally freak out. they came here for ONE thing and they can't do it. there's no solution in sight.

when they go down to the tavern, my little headcanon is that part of the reason hans refused to help carry sacks is because he was still sore from hauling henry's heavy ass through the forest and also from being cut up by a sword but he has too much pride to admit this to henry, especially since henry seems to have no issue with it even after receiving a recent arrow to his shoulder/back. henry's working to bail them out of another mess with the tavern tab and hans can't even contribute. i think leaning on his status as noble is a good excuse, and also a great way of convincing himself, especially after the rejection at the gates of trosky. hans probably feels like he doesn't really have much going for him, besides his status as a noble. he doesn't even have control over his own inheritance right now, it's in the care of his guardian, hanush. when he's lecturing henry on the divine order, he's also trying to remind himself of his own status and worth. for us as henry and the player, it's frustrating. "why can't this guy just carry some sacks like the rest of us?" but for hans, he NEEDS to cling to this distinction in this moment. if he's not a noble, if he's just like everyone else, then does he really have anything? if he's too sore to actually help carry the sacks, then he really IS useless. he insists on henry treating him like a noble, because he knows literally NO ONE else around him will. and his title as a noble is worthless if no one actually treats him like a noble. and henry, eventually, relents because he's henry and perhaps can sense something in hans during this discussion.

later on, we can see that it's a few things pushing hans over the edge when he gets into the fight with that guy. the argument really starts with the guy saying "its those guys' own fault that they got killed for camping out in the open by the pond" because I just KNOW that was like a stab in the heart for hans. these were guys he knew for years and trusted to lead them, and the idea that it was his decision that got them all killed must eat him up inside. it's a kneejerk reaction to argue back, only for the guy to follow up with doubting his identity. having his status doubted not only hurts his pride, but its especially because it's that lack of belief in his identity that caused them to be turned away at the gates of trosky. when the guy tauntingly parrots his title back at him, it's just another reminder of the mockery at trosky castle, of his noble status being worthless in this moment when no on believes him. that's when he throws the first punch. and once again, henry ends up getting dragged into it when the brawl breaks out.

when the two of them land in the stocks, hans' frustration is through the roof. when he and henry fight, hans is upset that henry joined in the fight not because he felt like henry overreacted or that its really henry's fault somehow, but because it feels like henry was bailing him out of yet another mess. hans is wrestling with the idea that it's his own fault that they're in this situation. not just the fight at the tavern, but also the attack by the outlaws, and maybe even the rejection of the gates at trosky. was he lacking in some way? if he had conducted himself differently, said something else, would the guards have believed him? hans pushes henry away not because he truly feels like its henry's fault, but because he feels like he needs time away from him. hans needs to prove to himself that he's capable, that he doesn't need henry to achieve something and that he's not a failure. he's literally been sent on this task by hanush, and whether it's a test by his uncle or a sign of trust, he doesn't want to fail. and from a player standpoint and henry's as well, when you don't really understand what's going through hans' mind as he spits unwarranted vitriol in a moment of frustration, it truly does feel like "hey, at least some of this IS his fault? he's yelling at me for helping out in a fight HE started?" when even the player/henry feels this way, there's no doubt that hans is the person struggling the most with guilt and anger directed at himself.

when he leaves, you accept it. if he's going to be so stubborn and emotional for reasons that henry can't understand BECAUSE he doesn't bear the same expectations and pressure of status that hans is under, then fine. there's a little bit of a feeling of relief in that moment when henry separates from hans. hans was putting himself under a LOT of pressure, and in turn, a lot of that pressure was spilling over to henry as well. of course henry is still going to do the task they set out to do, but there's a palpable feeling of FREEDOM when you separate from hans here, because you're no longer chained under the expectations and restrictions of a noble's status that hans is constantly tied down by, even if some of it is self-imposed by his own need to prove himself as a worthy noble.

if henry runs into hans at his camp before the semine wedding, you can see hans in his element. he's much happier and more confident, feeling like he's found some measure of success here. he's hunting, something he's GOOD at, something special he's allowed to do because of his noble status (even if no one in this region recognizes it). i love that when he speaks, it's obvious that he had no intention of truly leaving henry behind. if hans succeeded in getting into the wedding and delivering his message, he would have found henry again, and proudly announced his accomplishments to him.

i think the things that make henry and hans' relationship so compelling is the complexity that arises from this constant wrestling with status and expectation. the main driver of the plot in kcd2 is hans, and his desire to prove himself. to his uncle, to henry, and maybe most of all, to himself. he's constantly pushing himself, and he's met with hardship at every turn, but he has both an impressive amount of perseverance (and perhaps also an incredible stubborn streak). henry, loyal and true, helps him throughout all of this. yes, henry is constantly getting hans out of messes, and hans has realized this early on. he struggles with it so much, not just because it makes him feel helpless or useless, but because he's stuck in a constant cycle of trying to prove himself, only to face some sort of setback where henry once again comes to his rescue. when hans is told that he's getting married, he doesn't raise as much of a fuss as we know he's capable of, because it's something he knows he needs to accept if he truly wants to meet the expectation of both his uncle and the other nobles around him. as a noble, an identity we know he places a lot of value it, this is the kind of thing they do. but it's still something he doesn't feel good about. whatever feelings he may have for henry aside, the small amount of freedom he previously had is getting restricted even further by this social contract of marriage. so much of hans character struggle is wanting to prove himself as a worthy noble, yet desiring the sort of freedom that he sees henry enjoying and wishing he could have both.

meanwhile, henry is hugely important in his life not just because he helps him out all the time, but because Henry doesn't have the same kinds of expectations and ideas about him that everyone else does. Henry, growing up as a peasant in a village and mostly having little contact with nobles up until the events of kcd1, really only knows the broad general knowledge about nobles that most other people do. with hans, someone he's grown to spend a lot of time with and seen many of his best and worst moments, he treats hans simply as the person as he is, first and foremost. he respects hans as a noble because he knows hans cares a lot about it but he doesn't let that create a sense of distance between them. henry's always very good about referring to him has sir hans and lord capon when talking to other people, but he most often just addresses him as "hans" when speaking to him. hans has never had someone like this around his own age, surrounded by servants and fellow nobles who were very cognizant of his noble status. henry, not a noble himself, doesn't place these heavy or strict expectations on hans, and he develops a caring and genuine relationship with him with little regard for their difference in status. i think a huge part of their relationship development lies in hans growing to accept henry's help as just being something that's a result of their strong relationship, and not an indicator of his own personal failings. henry is an anchor for him and often (if the player chooses to) touts hans' positive traits and capability, reassuring hans of his own worth.

in the romance culmination scene, hans' struggle with not being able to help henry is made more complex by the fact that the reason he can't help is BECAUSE he's a noble. when you recall hans' early refusal to carry sacks with his nobility as an excuse, you can really see the development of their relationship and hans' understanding of his own status as a noble as not only a privilege but a restriction.

when henry and hans talk after the siege of suchdol, it's really interesting to see this sort of...acceptance of everything. hans' status is something the two of them have always been aware of, but they developed a relationship regardless. a wedding is completely in line with what is expected of hans as a noble, so it's not unexpected, nor would it invalidate the bond hans and henry have built up over the course of the two games.

for hans, henry is a person with whom he can be honest, show vulnerability, and find moments of freedom with when he's finding he increasingly has less and less. and for henry, hans is someone who lets him have access to a world that would normally be untouchable for him. yes, he's a noble's bastard son, but it's his association with hans that's let him be in all these places where he normally would never be allowed to go, like trosky castle, noble meetings, wartime discussions. he's treated with so much more authority than he would usually have as a peasant not just because he's capable, but because hans is there to vouch for him (almost) every step of the way. hans has helped to give henry real power to avenge his village and family by taking henry with him, but (and i could be wrong, i only played kcd2) i can't think of a single time when hans has ever held this over henry's head. and while he might jokingly complain about henry talking about it all the time (when they do a tiny bit of catch-up exposition during the opening pond camp conversation), hans has only shown unconditional support for henry during the moments when it seriously comes up. hans takes henry's loss seriously, even if it's not something he can personally relate to with his relatively cushy noble upbringing and not having lost anyone in his life who he was close to in the way henry was with his parents.

anyways this sort of turned into an essay when i did not intend it to be, but anyways i hope this conveys why i find hans to be such an interesting and compelling character and why i find his relationship with henry to be so interesting.

[chrystal-ink]

Shadow x GN reader

All cramped up

Shadow finds the one thing he can’t fix for you

Warnings: reader is on period, severe menstrual cramps, mentions of nausea, hurt/comfort

Note: so a fun (not really) fact about me is I suffer from debilitating menstrual cramps to the point where I can (very rarely) lose my ability to stand so this is based off of that

“I’m sorry honey I can’t go out tonight I’m not feeling well”

As you sent the text you felt a wave of guilt and frustration wash over you. Once again your body had decided to ruin plans and upend your life and for what?

The scraping in your lower abdomen continued as you waited for the ibuprofen to kick in you waited a half an hour, then an hour still nothing.

You clutched the heating pad close hoping it could soothe the cramp that you so desperately needed relief from. not caring weather or not it was starting to burn, so far it was the only kind of relief you could feel.

Just then you heard a knock at the door. You were too tired to move so you figured you could ignore it. let whoever was on the other side think you weren’t home , but then they knocked again.

Your phone chimed a text from Shadow appearing on the screen.

“Let me in I’m here to take care of you”

You heaved a sigh you should have known that he would be coming, he wasn’t going to let you suffer alone, even if he didn’t quite know that you weren’t suffering from any illness rather a particularly cruel joke from Mother Nature.

steeling yourself you got up from your couch making your way over to the door each step more taxing than the last. eventually you made it to your door.

❤️

Shadow stood patiently at your door anxiety flooding through his system, he hated when you got sick. he always made sure to do everything in his power in order to get you healthy again and today was no different, or so he thought.

You opened the door greeting him with a soft "Hey".

much to his surprise you looked just fine, no apparent signs of any fever, no runny nose or sore throat. aside from looking a bit tired you seemed just fine.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Yah, I just don't feel like I can go out tonight."

"Are you sick? when was the last time you took any medicine?"

"Well I took some ibuprofen about an hour ago, but I'm not exactly sick."

"what do you mean?"

"Well I- it's sorta like." you seemed hesitant to answer like you were embarrassed or ashamed of what the problem was. he waited for you to continue.

but before you could give any proper answer you collapsed to the ground.

❤️

the sharp pain took your breath away like you had just been impaled the pain from your uterus now radiating through your spine forcing you to double over in pain. a bout of nausea twisted your stomach as you began to shake.

Gentle hands caught you as he called out your name panic laced throughout his voice. "Are you alright? what's going on? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

"No, it's alright." you stated trying to clam his nerves. "trust me the hospital won't do anything."

"Why not? You're clearly suffering with something."

"Yes and that thing is having a uterus. I'm on my period." You explained through groans. "and I just so happen to suffer with really bad cramps. the most a doctor will do is send me home with some pain killers, which I already have, and tell me to do the same things I've been doing since this whole stupid thing started."

Shadow stared at you not really sure on how to proceed.

You sighed "Can we please move over to the couch I really don't want to have this conversation on the floor."

"Of course, can you stand?"

you began to rise carefully halfway up you felt a twinge of pain letting out a cry as you retreated to your previous position.

"Here let me help you." He scooped you up in his arms carrying you over to the couch.

as he carried you over you couldn't help but feel guilty. not only did you ruin his night but you caused him serious worry over you and now you were making him take care of you.

as Shadow gingerly placed you on the sofa all the frustration and guilt bubbled to the surface, tears began streaming down your face soft sobs escaping your mouth.

"I hate this" you started. "people have been doing this every day for thousands of years. going to work, living their lives, and I can't even stand up. I’m so sorry I really didn’t want to ruin your night, you already do so much for me and now this. I feel so pathetic.” Another wave of pain shot through you making you wince “I just want it to stop”

Shadow just stared at you for a moment unsure of what to do. He’s never seen you like this and it scared him. He’s seen you fight off plenty of foes, seen you sustain many injuries that you simply walked off. He never expected to see you brought down, and by your own body nonetheless.

Questions formed in his head unsure of how to ask them. Did this happen every time? How come he hasn’t seen this yet? How could he fix this?

The last question rang in his head the loudest. Memories of his past flashed through his mind, his purpose what he was created for. Was this another failure for him? Was there truly nothing he could do for you? The only thing he could do right now was watch you while you succumbed to your pain.

He had to do something but what?

Taking a breath he helped you lay down on the couch. He rested his hand on your shoulder in a gentle voice he said “it’s alright my love, just give me a minute.” He turned on your favorite show hoping it could distract you in his absence.

Exiting your apartment he called the only person he could think of.

“Hey handsome, what’s going on?”

“Rouge, it’s Y/N. I need your help” Shadow explained the situation he confessed he was in over his head and didn’t know how to proceed.

“Oh, the poor thing” Rouge commented “Alright big guy here’s what you do.”

❤️

Shadow had been gone for thirty minutes now. You felt horrible thinking you must have scared him off.

You should have explained your situation earlier before all of this happened. You thought you were getting better, your past few cycles had been manageable. You should have known better than to think the problem would go away on its own.

The next time you saw Shadow what was that going to be like. Did he think you were weak now? Did he pity you? You couldn’t stand the thought of shadow looking down on you.

Before you could spiral Shadow came through the door shopping bags in one hand and take out in the other.

He unloaded the contents of the bags onto the coffee table. Pulling out your favorite snacks and candies one by one. He brought a tub of ice cream to the freezer presumably for later. Coming back with some silverware he handed you the takeout.

“Here, I don’t know if you’ve eaten today so I got your favorite. If you don’t want it I also got some ingredients to make your favorite comfort food as well.” He pulled out a plushie in your favorite color and placed it in your arms.

“What’s this?” You asked the question being more rhetorical than anything.

“I don’t particularly enjoy them but I know you like your plush toys, you don’t already have that one do you?”

“No” you gave him a weak smile as you hugged your new squishy friend “thank you”

Shadow kissed you on the forehead climbing behind you on the couch wrapping you in his arms and pulling you close to him.

“Where does it hurt?”

You guided his hand to your lower abdomen resting on the source “Right there”

Shadow delicately worked his hands on the area giving it a gentle massage, untying some of the knots left behind by your uncaring reproductive system.

“Does this help at all?”

“Actually yes, it does, a little”

“Good” he continued his gentle movements. “ I want you to know that I take care of you because I want to, you’re not a burden to me and I never want you to feel like you are. If you’re in pain let me know I won’t think any less of you for it. You are such a strong and amazing person you don’t have to hide your struggles from me.”

“Okay, I promise I’ll tell you next time”

You felt some of the tension in his body melt as you snuggled further into his arms.

“I heard that new movie you wanted to see is streaming now do you want to watch it?”

You nodded

As the movie began to play you began to feel more at ease some of the pain finally slipping away disappearing into nothingness.

“Shadow”

“Yes?”

“Thank you”

“Of course my love, anytime.”

[fatedrisk]

bad idea ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

chapter 07... ᝰ.ᐟ i loved that lie

content warnings! mostly written, profanities, reader has some tension but not with sunoo, a little bit of angst

༒︎⊰━━━━ march 20, 2025 – 7:30 pm

stepping foot inside the cafe, you nodded absentmindedly to beomgyu's words. some of your hair stuck to your forehead with sweat, and you couldn't help but pull your right arm out of your hoodie, body feeling too hot.

“he's so cute though. i know he's like, judgemental or whatever, but he genuinely cares. i think we've all seen that, right? it's so obvious he cares about us,” jungwon speaks, stirring into his latte as his mind wanders off about jay.

“shit.” sunoo suddenly curses, and jungwon immediately looks up to his best friend, noticing how the boy's lower lip was caught between his teeth, chewing on it anxiously. following his gaze, jungwon looks across the cafe and immediately notices your presence, standing near the entrance with your friend beomgyu.

“shit indeed. what do we do?” jungwon replies, voice slightly quieter now as he turns to face sunoo.

“hope that they don't notice us?” sunoo suggests, his gaze still fixed on you. his amber eyes don't fail to notice the rapid rise and fall of your chest, or the way your lips part sometimes to take a deeper breath.

and he most certainly doesn't fail to notice the white tank top you're wearing underneath your hoodie, visible only because you're half wearing it now, the empty sleeve hanging near your arm. it only makes his gaze rake over your biceps and the shadow of your toned muscles, and he swears it doesn't affect him, but a small sigh escapes his lips, unable to glance away.

“oh no…” beomgyu whines with a grin on his face, moving to hide behind you.

“what is it gyu?” you ask, giggling slightly as he makes himself smaller behind you.

“soobin's freaky ass is here!” he whisper-yells, pointing past your shoulder to the counter, where soobin was getting his order.

you can't help the chuckle that escapes your lips at beomgyu's words, but you can't ignore the way you get nervous knowing that soobin is here.

and just as you spoke of him, soobin turned around, drink in one hand. as he glances up, your gaze meets his and a smirk spreads across his face, tilting his head to the side playfully.

as he approaches the two of you, beomgyu moves from his hiding spot to stand beside you, a wide grin on his face.

“hey loser, didn't expect to see you,” beomgyu says, crossing his arms against his chest. you merely nod nervously under soobin's gaze, which only makes the smirk on his face wider.

“i didn't expect to see you either. you guys look good, especially you, y/n.” soobin mumbles, head tilted to the side as his gaze shamelessly rakes over your body.

beomgyu gasps in mock surprise, feigning hurt. “especially y/n? soobin, you wound me, truly.”

soobin only rolls his eyes playfully, unable to look away from you, as if you were magnetic.

“we were actually gonna get some drinks, then just take a walk, in case you'd like to join,” you suggest, looking up at soobin then glancing behind him at the menu. noticing this, soobin glances back as well, then meets your gaze.

“i might be on the menu,” he mumbles, his gaze flickering to your lips for a split second, but the moment is quickly interrupted by beomgyu groaning loudly and pushing soobin playfully.

“fucking freak! we know you want him, try to be at least a little more subtle, jesus!” beomgyu shakes his head, grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the counter to order your drinks as soobin chuckles.

just after you left, sunoo groaned into the palms of his hands, shoulders slumped in defeat.

“surely they're not a thing, right?…” he asks, voice muffled by his own hands. jungwon can't help the frown on his face, a small sigh escaping him.

“if they were, i'm sure it would've been much more obvious,” jungwon starts, glancing at the entrance of the cafe where you just left with beomgyu and soobin. “but i can't deny it. there was some tension there…”

♪ i. MASTERLIST ♪ ii. BACK ♪ iii. NEXT

synopsis! after a year since their breakup, sunoo impulsively decides to text his ex again, despite the obvious disapproval of his friends. little does he know, his ex had been thinking of him as well.

author's note! longer update ++ written bc no update yesterday..... taglist still open!

taglist! @firstclassjaylee @gnusihcom @aussie-boys-wife @lelestarmy @solkver @akeurajii @desafortuno @azumi-alezee

[flightfoot]

Do you have any good recs for fics that explore Adrien and Felix' relationship? Or ones that have Adrien find out about all of Marinette's lies and explore in depth his reaction to them (preferably ones that don't have them making up too soon)?

Your reclist awesome btw. I'm slowly making my way through it :)

Ooh thanks! Glad that my reclists have been useful for you!

There's a whole fandom dedicated to senticousins, you've probably seen a bunch of fics from them on my reclists. I'll link a few good ones anyway.

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It Was Never That Funny by @cookiedough77

Adrien would like to think Christmas is his favorite time of year, and usually, it is. (or... i wanted to go off that theory that adrien was so terrified of marinette when she wore that cowboy hat in 'psycomedian', like he fully flinched, crazy right?)

I hadn't thought of this, but it does make sense that Adrien might have an aversion to people wearing cowboy hats due to being traumatized by Colt. He and Felix liked to switch places, after all.

I like how Felix showed some vulnerability to Adrien and even tried to comfort him after the experience, it was really sweet!

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you could win a rabbit by @purplecatghostposts

Félix raises an eyebrow but obliges. He should probably get on with it before Adrien second guesses himself too hard and tries to take it back. Félix pulls the tissue paper out and squints at what’s inside. It’s— a plushie? He takes it out of the bag to get a better look at it. All of the air is stolen from his lungs the second he does. A rabbit plushie. A white rabbit plushie. (Or for Félix’s next birthday, Adrien teams up with Marinette to make Félix a rabbit plushie, much like the one he had as a kid. Old feelings Félix thought he buried return in full force.)

I loved seeing a potential backstory to the torn stuffed bunny we saw in the play in Representation, and Felix's reaction to getting another rabbit plush was heart-wrenching!

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A Domestic Cold War by @unecoccinellenoire

Félix lives with a murderer. It’s not the first time. Unfortunately his cousin would never ever forgive him if Félix was to take Nathalie Sancoeur off the board.

I like the conversation Nathalie and Felix have here. They don't like each other (or well, Felix doesn't like Nathalie, Nathalie is just ambivalent about him), but they come to an understanding. It's interesting to see Nathalie's viewpoint on life and killing, and hear allusions to the things she was up to before she became Gabriel's secretary.

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i'm worried 'bout the future by @purplecatghostposts

He edges closer to Adrien, lowering his voice to barely a whisper. “If it comes down to it, I’ll distract him while you run and hide the first second you get.” “What?” Adrien blurts, louder than Félix would like. His eyes dart to Argos but thankfully, he doesn’t turn around. Félix shoots Adrien a look to lower his voice and thankfully, his cousin listens. “You think we can’t trust him?” “He has the Peacock Miraculous.” Félix points out. “He’s from the future.” Adrien counters. “And Future Chat Noir trusts him so… Maybe we can trust him too?” (Or Chat Noir and a Peacock Hero from a decade in the future end up in the past and save their past selves. Félix is wary of whoever this ‘Argos’ is.)

I love time travel fics. Felix being really wary of the Peacock hero's deliciously ironic, something that Argos realizes and he doesn't. While Adrien's just happy to see his future self and completely trusts what Chat tells him. I loved how Argos was put out when he realized why his past self is afraid of him and trying to reassure him as best he can without giving away spoilers.

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The Black Cat of the Family by Anonymous

To Felix, Chat Noir is freedom. Pure freedom, unhindered by anything (well, except perhaps a little too much dedication to Ladybug). He goes where he pleases when he pleases. He acts so ridiculous, like no one was ever watching, even when everyone was watching. He chafes at orders and authority, even when the orders are coming from Ladybug herself. He's free to be whoever he wants, in a way Felix only wishes he could be. So of course he starts flirting with the catboy. It also doesn't hurt that the superhero is easy on the eyes. Chat Noir, meanwhile, is simply trying to figure out how to reject his cousin without revealing his own secret identity. But when has anything in his love life ever worked out for him? Or, in other words: Somehow the Fathom-Graham de Vanily-Agreste family becomes even more dysfunctional in brand new ways.

This was fun, I liked the natural way Chat caught Felix's attention with his kindness, wit, and hidden depths. It makes sense why Felix would slowly develop a crush on him, while Chat just thinks that he's having fun with his cousin.

Also Chat's reaction when he realizes that Felix is, in fact, confessing his crush on him, is just priceless XD.

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memtempsychosis by @bittersweetresilience

Félix is always watching Adrien die.

I love time loop fics, and this is no exception. Felix somehow gets trapped in a time loop with Adrien where no matter what he does, Adrien always dies by the end of the day by some manner, and then everything resets. I love how inevitable it all feels, the strange beauty to the prose when going over his deaths, and how you can feel Felix's increasing desperation throughout it all.

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Blueberry Passion Fruit by @ninadove and @paracosmicat

He walked up to the counter, because he could not think of anything else to do. For all those times he had rehearsed their reunion, he had failed to consider the most obvious scenario: Adrien might want to run away once more.

I love Adrien just having run away, used a fake name, and then start working at a random cafe. Of course Felix still manages to track him down eventually. I loved seeing them talk things out!

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Run Amok by @mirrankei

The more time a sentibeing spends away from their amok, the weaker that connection becomes. In time the magic of the amok, desperate to keep that connection, will move to an item that the senti is closer to. Adrien's amok is empty, and Felix and Duusu are on a frantic search to find the new item before someone else can get their hands on it. Without letting Adrien know any of this is going on, of course.

I really loved the concept of this fic, with the Amok moving, and seeing Felix's perspective was a treat! Especially with which item he suspected held the Amok. The senticousins' dynamic is always interesting to watch.

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every wall that I knock down (is just a wall i'll replace) by @purplecatghostposts

Now it’s Félix’s turn. Adrien needs to know about his own existence before anything else and Félix wanted to have that conversation himself. Marinette didn’t argue when he told her as much. If anything, she seemed slightly relieved. Félix has been meaning to do it for a long time. Adrien had been at risk if he said anything before, not to mention it felt cruel to tell him when he would still have to bend to his father’s orders until the rings were retrieved. But Adrien wears his own amoks now, making his own choices with no one forcing him to do any of it. All physical risks are out of the way. Félix only needs to break it to him. The problem is that it never seems to actually be the right moment. (Or Post Season 5, Félix finally has the chance to tell Adrien about both of them being sentibeings and their family history. He’s not quite sure why his words keep failing him whenever he tries though.)

I love the analysis of Felix's thoughts and feelings about being a sentibeing, the psychological hangups that are preventing him from telling Adrien everything. I especially like how he doesn't even seem to realize HIMSELF what his problem is. Few people are able to really understand why they're reacting the way they are, why they feel the way they do, without either some deep examination or talking to someone.

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sub-in by @purplecatghostposts

Wordlessly, Adrien slips the ring off his finger and offers it with an outstretched hand. Félix stares at it for a long moment, knowing in an instant what it is but processing what it means. “You can’t be serious.” Félix blurts out at last. Adrien, the traitor, can no longer fight the grin that stretches across his face. “Completely.” (Or Félix was still getting used to Adrien being Chat Noir, but now he must take on the performance of a lifetime and become Chat Noir. It’s more stressful than it sounds. Takes place in Season 2 of a Félix Joins Early AU.)

I loved seeing Felix's and Adrien's relationship here, they act a lot like siblings XD. Adrien's just a ray of sunshine while Felix is a grumpy cat, though he loves Adrien dearly. I love seeing Felix try out the catsuit, and also realize how VERY close his cousin is with Ladybug - and how good a sense she has for him. He's a good actor, but he didn't have time to fully study up on this role.

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the monster who loves you by @purplecatghostposts

Mum nods, clapping her hands together. “Your brother is finally feeling better and is coming home today! Isn’t that so exciting?” Félix pauses mid-bite, processing her words. Mum waits expectantly, as if expecting him to jump for joy, or his equivalent of it. But… Félix doesn’t have a brother. (Or Félix’s brother is a monster, but only in the most literal sense. Félix’s father is a monster despite being very, very human. He learns to navigate the world through these two truths.)

I loved how this story emphasized the differences between different kinds of monsters - the type who inhabit horror stories, who look terrifying, and the mundane, human sorts of monsters who are often the most dangerous. And how monsters can choose to act humanely, while humans can choose to act monstrously.

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Me and You, We're Roses of Blue by fennieaile

For centuries, the blue rose has represented mystery, royalty, and that which is unobtainable. Why? Because the blue rose is artificial. Unnatural. So close to being real, but not quite. The unfortunate, disappointing result of humanity daring to challenge the natural order. And for some reason, Felix Graham De Vanily can't stop thinking about it. Meanwhile Kagami Tsurugi, despite everything, thinks they are wonderful. And Adrien Agreste, who prefers his roses red, is just here for a good time. (A story in which Felix reflects on his childhood, his relationships, and the nature of what's artificial and what's real.) (Alternatively, a story where the ideal date is destroying a dead man's property in the name of art, and two cousins who are actually brothers' bond over one truly terrible joke.)

I love Felix's and Kagami's introspective talks, with Felix reminiscing about the past - both the good, and the bad. He still has trouble believing that his life is this okay now, and especially that the class (and Marinette in particular) are actually friendly with him. Him and Kagami deciding to destroy some of Gabriel's things is great.

I think my favorite part is when Chat decides to give Felix birthday greetings. Chat loves to mess with him and Felix just doesn't understand why. Chat apparently has a little brother he likes to do this sort of thing with, so why can't he got bother that guy instead?

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Trapped by @trishacollins

Felix asks to visit Adrien earlier, worried that his twin isn't responding to him on their bond. Gabriel catches him snooping and makes some assumptions about why. It gets worse from there.

Damn, poor Felix. He came to try and help Adrien, but instead Gabriel stole his Amok, forcing him to obey his commands, holding him prisoner in his basement for months. If you want some quality Felix whump, this is the fic for you!

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Found by @trishacollins

Chat Noir and Ladybug need to tie up some loose ends. Unfortunately, one of those ends is Felix.

This is a fantastic fic! It’s part of a wider series wherein Adrien and Felix were friends with Nooroo and Duusu from a younger age, but Adrien’s memory was wiped of it by his parents, but this is the first fic you really need to read. Basically, after the events of Emotion, Chat confronts Felix about what he did, and Felix confesses to being a Sentibeing, and Duusu reveals to Chat that he is one as well, leading to Felix cooperating with the heroes.

Of all the fics I’ve read that tackle the subject, this one does the best job of giving Felix a redemption arc for his actions in the season 4 finale, focusing not only on how he hurt the heroes, but the kwamis. I loved that he truly understood how much he fucked up with the situation he put the kwamis in, how much suffering he put them through, and that the kwamis were allowed to be angry at him for awhile afterwards, to be suspicious and untrusting towards him at first (and that Marinette was allowed to do the same). Felix screwed up and hurt people, and he had to really show that he understood what he did was wrong, why it was wrong, and try to help the people he hurt.

[maevedoodle]

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Pairing-Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary-You and Steve got into a fight before he left on a mission. You never got the chance to make things right. Now, he’s finally back, bruised, exhausted, and standing at your bedroom door at 2 AM, looking at you like you’re the only thing keeping him together.

Tags-Light angst,wounded steve rogers,soft steve rogers,comfort,fluff,happy ending,argument,harsh words

Word count-2.8k

The moment Steve stepped into the living room, something felt off. You were already standing there, waiting, eyes red and a knot of anxiety settling deep in your stomach.

"Steve," you said, your voice quiet but firm. "What is this? Another last minute mission?" He didn't respond right away. Instead, he just stared at the floor, like he couldn't meet your eyes.

His uniform was on, bag slung over his shoulder, and the weight of the entire situation crashed down on you. You knew this was coming, but it didn't make it any easier.

"You're really going to leave, just like this? After everything that's happened?" you asked, your voice shaking, a mix of frustration and hurt seeping through.

He finally looked up, and his face was hard, guarded. "I don't have a choice, Y/n," he said quietly. "It's a direct order. I have to go."

His words were cold, clipped, like a wall had gone up between you two, another one. "Well, I don't care about your orders, Steve." you snapped, your anger flaring. "I care about us." The words came out harsher than you meant, but you couldn't hold back anymore.

"You always leave. Every single time you walk out that door, you say it's for the mission, for the world. But what about me? When do I get to be more important?"

His jaw clenched at the accusation, and you could see the guilt flash across his face for just a second before it was replaced by anger.

"You think I want to leave you? You think I want to hurt you like this?" His voice rose, the tension crackling in the air between you. "I don't get to pick when I leave or how long I'm gone, y/n. You know that better than anyone!"

"Then what do you expect me to do, huh? Just sit here and wait? For you to come back, broken and distant, like last time? Because every time you leave, it gets harder. And I don't know if I can keep doing this," you shouted, the tears threatening to spill all over again, your heart racing in your chest.

"I'm doing the best I can!" he shot back, his fists clenched. "I'm trying to keep people alive. I'm trying to make sure we have a world to come back to. But you don't get it, y/n."

You scoffed bitterly, stepping back. "You don't get it either, Steve. You don't get how much this hurts. How much it hurts to watch you leave and never know if you're coming back. I love you, but I can't keep living in the shadows of your damn missions. I can't be second to everything else in your life."

His eyes softened, but it was too late. The words were already out, hanging in the air, thick and suffocating. You pressed your hands to your face, trying to stop the tears. "I just—I'm always waiting for you. And I don't think I can keep doing this. I don't know if I can wait for someone who keeps leaving me."

He looked like you'd just slapped him, and for a moment, there was silence between you two. It was deafening, like all the words you both wanted to say were stuck somewhere deep down inside.

"y/n," Steve finally whispered, voice raw, defeated. "I never wanted this. I never wanted to hurt you. I just—I don't know how to be everything for you. I can't just stop being Captain America, and I can't stop being the person I am. You knew what you were getting into when we started this—when we started us."

You shook your head, struggling to keep yourself composed. "I didn't know it would feel like this. I didn't know it would feel like you were slipping away from me every time you fucking leave."

There was another long silence. His chest heaved as if he had a million things to say but couldn't find the words. You could see it in his eyes. He was torn. He wanted to stay. But he couldn't.

Then the sound of his phone ringing cut through the tension like a knife. His face hardened, and he glanced at the screen. "I have to take this," he muttered.

"No," you whispered, your voice breaking.

The phone rang again, and Steve hesitated. His expression softened, but the decision had already been made. His hands were shaking as he swiped to answer. "Yeah, I'm ready," he said, his voice cold, unfeeling. It felt like everything was falling apart. You stood there, trying not to fall apart yourself.

"Steve, please," you begged, the tears spilling freely now. "Please don't go, I cant-" your voice cracked and broke.

He closed his eyes for a moment, his heart breaking as he stood in the doorway, caught between duty and love. Then, without another word, he walked over to you and gently, almost reverently, took your hand.

"Y/n, I'm sorry," he said, voice low and broken. "But I have to go. Can I—can I make you a promise?" You looked at him through tear filled eyes, your heart hammering in your chest, and shook your head, not wanting to hear it.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Steve. Don't promise me anything. You'll just leave again—and I'll be here, waiting, hoping."

He took a deep breath, his thumb gently brushing over the back of your hand as he pressed his pinky finger into yours. "I swear to you, I'll come back, y/n. I'll come back."

You shook your head, your breath catching in your throat. "Steve please stay."

But Steve's lips were already brushing against your knuckles. "I'll come back," he repeated softly, his voice firm yet filled with regret. "I promise."

And with that, he walked out of the apartment, leaving you standing alone, broken and trembling. The door closed softly behind him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, all you could do was wait in the silence.

The sound of the door clicking shut echoed through the apartment, the finality of it making your heart sink. You stood frozen for a moment, staring at the spot where Steve had just been, as if you were hoping he'd suddenly come back, that somehow this whole mess would reverse itself.

But it didn't. He was gone, and all that remained was the emptiness that he'd left behind. The silence felt unbearable. Your fists clenched at your sides, and before you knew it, your anger started to rise, hot and suffocating.

"I hate it here..." you muttered under your breath, your chest tightening with frustration. You needed to do something. Anything. He wasn't the only one who could walk away.

You marched to your room, hands shaking as you threw open the closet doors. Clothes flew out, landing in a heap at your feet, and before you knew it, you were yanking things off hangers, stuffing them into a bag.

The anger only seemed to fuel you, pushing the hurt deeper and deeper inside. You couldn't do this anymore. You couldn't keep living in the shadow of his missions, never knowing if he was going to come back, always waiting for him to leave again.

You shoved your favorite jacket into the bag, your mind racing. How could  you stay here? The thought kept repeating in your head, but no matter how much you tried to force it, you couldn't shake the truth.

Steve was a part of you. He was everything you'd ever known. Every time he came back, you were there, waiting. And every time he left, you swore it would be the last.

You knew it wasn't healthy. You knew it. But you also knew that the life you'd built with Steve, your life wasn't something you could just throw away, no matter how much it hurt.

With every item you packed, you felt a small piece of you slipping away. And yet, you couldn't stop. You didn't know where you were going. You didn't even know if you were going to leave, but in that moment, all you could feel was the need to run.

You can't be here anymore, you thought, desperation clouding your thoughts, you can't keep doing this.

But the moment your suitcase was halfway full, your chest suddenly constricted. The anger, the hurt, it all came crashing down, and the walls you'd put up—those walls you had carefully constructed, crumbled to dust.

You sat down on the bed, your head spinning. You had thought leaving would give you control, that it would be a way to protect yourself from the pain, but it only made everything worse.

Your vision blurred with tears, your breath hitching as your chest felt like it was being torn in two. Your hand fumbled at the zipper of the suitcase, your fingers suddenly numb.

You wanted to stop. You wanted to make everything go away, but Steve, Steve was all you knew.

Your heart ached as memories of him flooded your mind, the quiet moments in the kitchen when he'd make you coffee, the way he would hold you at night when you'd fall asleep in his big arms, the way he'd smile when he saw you after a mission, tired but always somehow happy to see you. Those little things, the things that made him Steve were now memories that you weren't sure you could live without.

Tears fell freely now, hot and unrelenting, soaking into your clothes as you clutched the edge of your suitcase, feeling like the weight of it was too much to bear. Your breath came in ragged gasps, and you couldn't tell if it was from the anger, the sadness, or the hopelessness that seemed to surround you.

You can't leave, y/n. You can't. Not without him. Not like this.

You crumbled, your body shaking as you lied on the bed. The suitcase, half packed, lay beside you, abandoned as you gave in to the pain. Your chest heaved as the tears came harder, faster. Steve was your world.

He always had been. The thought of not having him in your life, of walking away from everything you had with him, felt like a part of you was being ripped out, a piece of your soul being torn away.

You buried your face in your hands, gasping for air as you cried. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he could leave like that, that you had to deal with the consequences of his missions while he was out there, saving the world.

And yet, you knew you could never truly leave him. Not like this. And just like that, the anger, the fight, everything you'd felt moments ago faded into a deep, overwhelming sorrow.

You were stuck. Stuck between loving him more than you ever thought possible and hating him for leaving you over and over again. As you lay there, curled up in your bed, the pain seemed to consume you whole.

You didn't know what to do. You didn't know if you could fix this. The only thing you knew was that Steve had become the very air you breathed, and the thought of him never coming back felt like it was going to suffocate you.

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ

2am

It's the middle of the night when Steve stumbles into the apartment, his steps unsteady, his body barely holding up under the weight of exhaustion and pain.

The mission had been one of the hardest he'd ever been on, nothing like the usual chaos, no. This one had pushed him to his limits.

Blood stains the side of his uniform, his skin bruised and torn in places he doesn't even remember. His left arm hangs at an awkward angle, the cut on his side still seeping through the cloth of his tactical gear.

Every movement is a struggle, each breath shallow as his ribs ache in protest. The weight of the pain feels like it might swallow him whole, but he pushes forward.

His focus is on one thing, you.

He can barely stand as he stumbles toward the bedroom door. He's been longing to see you, to explain, to make things right. But the tension of the fight before he left still lingers in his chest, a tight knot he hasn't been able to undo.

He knows he messed up. He knows he should've said more, should've tried harder to make amends. But now, all he can think about is the look on your face when he left hurt, angry, confused. And how he left it unresolved. How it's been haunting him ever since.

Pushing the door open, he's greeted by the sight of you, lying peacefully in bed. The soft rise and fall of your chest as you sleep, the way the moonlight catches in your hair, it's enough to break him.

He wants to reach out to you, to crawl into bed beside you and just hold you, but the sight of the suitcase stops him in his tracks.

His heart sinks.

Your suitcase is halfway packed, the clothes spilling out like you were about to leave, like you couldn't wait to get away from him. The realization hits him like a physical blow. You were going to leave.

He staggers forward, barely able to keep his footing, the exhaustion threatening to overtake him. He hovers by the bed, his eyes fixed on you, on the mess of clothes, and the crushing weight of regret

You stir in your sleep, the soft shuffle of movement beside you pulling you from your rest. Your eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to the dim light of the room. The first thing you see is him, Steve standing there by the bed, his body tense, barely holding itself up.

Your heart skips a beat, and before your mind can fully catch up with the reality of what's happening, you sit up, your eyes scanning him frantically.

The bruises, the blood, the way he's barely standing, he's hurt, badly. Without thinking, you slide out of bed and step toward him. Your arms wrap around him gently, pulling him into a soft, hesitant hug.

The warmth of his body, the familiar scent of him, it feels like a balm on your wounds too. "You should've known I was never gonna leave," you whisper against his chest, the words thick with emotion.

He exhales shakily, his lips brushing against your hair. His arms come around you, pulling you closer, and he presses a soft kiss to your lips light, tender, full of an unspoken apology. It's not enough to erase the tension between you, but it's a start.

His lips linger against yours for a moment longer, then he pulls back slightly, meeting your gaze. His eyes are tired, but there's relief there, too like he didn't realize how badly he needed to hear those words from you.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice barely above a breath. His face is etched with exhaustion and regret, but there's love there too.

You give him a soft nod, then gently guide him to sit on the edge of the bed. Your hands tremble slightly as you begin to help him remove his gear, carefully unfastening the straps on his uniform, revealing the wounds he's been hiding.

The sight of his bloodied skin makes your stomach churn, but you push the panic down, focusing on helping him.

You run your fingers over the cuts, your touch as gentle as you can manage, trying to clean his wounds without causing him any more pain. "I love you Steve." You murmur, your voice thick with emotion as you press a cloth to one of the deeper cuts on his side.

His hand reaches up to rest on yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in comfort. "Do you now?" he teases, though it's clear from his tone that the guilt weighs heavily on him. "I love you too y/n stop worrying my beautiful girl."

You look up at him, meeting his gaze as you finish treating his wounds. "I'm not going anywhere, Steve. Not now, not ever."

His lips curl into a small smile, though it's tinged with sorrow. He nods, you finish bandaging his side. For now, it's just the two of you, in this moment, no more fighting, no more running away. Only the quiet comfort of each other's presence.

Steve's hand gently pulls you down onto him, guiding you so you're now straddling his hips. He winces slightly, the motion causing his injuries to flare up, but he doesn’t seem to care.

He chuckles, despite the pain, his breath ragged. "Guess I'm not as invincible as I thought," he murmurs with a teasing smile, though the strain in his voice is obvious.

You laugh softly, your fingers trailing up the side of his face, brushing a stray piece of hair from his forehead. His eyes flutter shut, a sigh escaping his lips. The humor between you both dies away, and a different kind of silence fills the air tension, but not the kind that keeps you apart.

His hand slips behind your back, pulling you closer as his lips find yours. It's not urgent, not frantic, but soft, lingering, a slow meeting of lips as if both of you are savoring this moment.

His touch is tender, his other hand resting gently on the back of your neck, urging you to stay close. You let yourself sink into him, the warmth of his body against yours making everything else disappear.

His lips move against yours, the kiss deepening as the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you in this moment, this fragile space between past hurts and the promise of healing.

[mickyschumacher]

Hello how you doing today <3

Would you mind doing something like this with Hector fort (the barca player)

https://www.tumblr.com/mickyschumacher/739160829657759745/aphrodisiac-chocolates-%F0%9D%90%92%F0%9D%90%94%F0%9D%90%8C%F0%9D%90%8C%F0%9D%90%80%F0%9D%90%91%F0%9D%90%98-they-say-you

Thank you in advance ⭐️

[AFRODISÍACOS CHOCOLATES!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: hector finally has a day off and all you're doing is studying. but hector's also learning: that good things come to those who wait. or in which you should've never let hector raid your pantry.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors dni), protected sex (wrap it before you tap it), teasing, fingering, p in v, poor humour, poorly google translated spanish yet again, consumption of aphrodisiacs obviously, reader is a uni student // poorly proof-read as usual

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: hector fort x gf!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k

𝐀/𝐍: i think you requested this before and i promise i was doing it! i just kinda got sidetracked ngl. aphrodisiac chocolates was a hit so i really hope you like this one too! ♡︎

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Between training and matches, there were such little time that Hector got to spend off. But on the times that he did, he’d always try to spend as much of it as possible with you. Even if that meant being cooped up in your bedroom, trying to convince you to stop studying.  

You could hear Hector let out a dramatic sigh, flailing on your mattress. You kept quiet, eyes furrowing while you focused on the task at hand. Mathematics was by far your worse subject. You couldn’t bear it. You hated it in 12th Grade, and you hated it now. But you had to understand it. As frustrating as it was, it was compulsory in order to get past your first semester in university. 

You plopped another piece of the chocolates Hector had found in your pantry as another sigh escaped into the air. Rolling your eyes, you read problem in your head. “Sighing isn’t going to make me study any faster.” 

Hector turned his head on your mattress, eyes fixated on the back of your figure. “This is so boring!” He exclaimed, leaning up from the bed. “I finally have a day off and I thought we could watch a movie or go to the park on this sunny day. But no. I’m sitting here eating chocolates and watching you study, cariño,” he groaned, annoyingly eating another piece of chocolate with his brows mended.  

“I told you yesterday that I was going to study. I also told you to go hang out with Gavi,” you retorted, punching in the numbers begrudgingly into your calculator. You could feel the dry stare of Hector’s from the back of your head.  

Hector stood up, pushing the ottoman from your vanity to your desk. He took a seat next you, pretending he didn’t see the playful glare from you. “Gavi is hanging out with his girlfriend. You know... like normal couples do.” 

“Whatever you say, cariño,” you mumbled, focusing on the next question.  

Hector huffed before leaning his head back and watching you from a small distance. He could see it on your face. Your determination. Your stubbornness. Your exhaustion. You had been at this for days, stressing about your upcoming test in two weeks. He was proud of you. Hector always was. Your joy in your education was inspiring. But you struggled to know when to stop.  

“Amor,” Hector called out, hand over your thigh. Successfully capturing your attention, he watched you turn your head towards him. He smiled, pushing a loose tress behind your ear. “Take a break with me,” he murmured.  

You smiled gently at the softness in tone. “That’s sweet of you, Hector. But I’m okay, hmm?” 

Hector’s shoulders slumped while his head tilted. He wasn’t giving up. “Please. Even for five minutes. We’ll just cuddle,” he offered.  

“I knew you had an ulterior motive,” you narrowed your eyes.  

Hector grinned. “I’m going to take that as a yes,” he stated before picking you up from your chair.  

A yelp escaped your mouth. Your room spun momentarily over Hector’s shoulder before you both landed on your bed. You let out a small groan, trying to make the world stand still in front of you.  

Hector could only smile, hand around your waist, holding you close to him. He felt impossibly warm, heat surging through your own skin. “How come you get more beautiful every time I see you?” He whispered, hand reaching out to caress your face softly.  

You rolled your eyes, dismissing the small burn of heat flushing through your cheeks. “You need to spend less time with Gavi,” you retorted, snuggling further into him.  

Hector chuckled, pressing a small kiss to your warm cheek. “By the way,” he started, hand reaching over to find the box behind you, “Tell your madre I really like these! They’re so good. They’re in English. I can’t really... Aph–Aphro... di... si.. ac?”  

Your eyes widened almost instantly. Without thinking, you grabbed the box out of Hector’s hands, ignoring his small yell. Your eyes read the box of chocolates carefully.  

Warning: these chocolates contain a high level of aphrodisiacs. “Mierda,” you cussed.  

“¿Que?” Hector asked, slightly alarmed.  

“Afrodisíacos... they’re fucking afrodisíacos,” you whispered in disbelief.  

Hector blinked blankly for a moment. “¿Por qué coño tiene tu madre afrodisíacos en la despensa?” Why the fuck does your mum have aphrodisiacs in her pantry? 

You kneaded your brows in desperation. “¿Cómo coño voy a saberlo?” How the fuck would I know? 

Your mouth felt dry; your heart heavy. “I...” you didn’t know what to say. “How... how long do you think till they take affect?” 

It was an innocent question. One Hector could already feel the answer to.  

“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, feeling his warm skin stick to yours. He could see your eyes dance in search of an answer. But he also didn’t know what to say.  

You pursed your lips, skin tingling while your stomach churned. You breathed deeply. “Do you think... do you think we can wait it out?” 

Hector had heard of aphrodisiacs from some of the older team members. Something about how they change your life forever. He had also heard that they can take hours to come off.  

He blinked, teeth gnawing at his lips. “I...” his voice strained, dark eyes raking over you, “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”  

You sucked in a sharp breath, a shiver crawling up your body. Quietly you watched him move himself over your body, momentarily hovering over you. Hector stared at you intently, leaning closer to you as his hands trailed down the curve of your neck.  

Hector smiled to himself, catching you close your eyes briefly. “Can you?” He asked with a soft whisper against your skin, lips only inches away from your own.  

Once again, your mouth felt dry. Hector had the ability to do that – to make you speechless.  

You searched his eyes, taking time to answer the question you already knew the answer to. It was a stupid question. The both of you knew it. The way you reacted to each other told you everything you needed to know.  

Your pointed stare made Hector grin. It was desperate and clouded, hazy with the need to be satisfied. “Come here, cariño,” he murmured.  

Before you could even think about it, your lips had found his, acting on their own. Your hands instantly flew to his jaw, kissing him deeply back, consuming him in as if you were starving. 

Your stomach felt like a bottomless pit, and you were on a rollercoaster as Hector’s hands edged to your waist, creeping under your shirt to feel your bare skin. His warm touch still elicited goosebumps across your body while you burned with an unjustifiable need to be close to him. Your quiet moans were muffled against his lips, shaky at the feel of his fingers rubbing soft circles into your skin. 

You could feel Hector pull you into him further, sitting you on his lap so you straddled him while the comfort of your duvet left your body. Momentarily he pulled away from your lips, feeling his breath slip away at the sight of your hair loose around your flushed face. You looked perfect.  

“Beautiful,” he murmured against you, placing a small kiss on your jaw.  

Your eyes fluttered shut, a shiver crawling down your body. You sighed out, “Gracias, guapo.” Thank you, handsome.  

Hector breathed in upon the feel of your hands travelling up his neck to hold his face. Your touch left a trail of fire that made his grip around your waist tighten.  

He could see you tense. He knew you could feel it. 

The way he was pressing into you... you could feel all of it.  

The intoxication of the aphrodisiacs was only making it worse. You felt impossibly warm between your legs. Hector’s bulge through his shorts was pressing into you in all the right places. Every second that passed, you were unsure of how soaked you were down there. 

“Hector,” you called out... more like a plead if anything. His eyes snap to yours and you could see it. The final thread of restrain. Waiting... praying... that the next words that fell from your mouth would allow him to devour you in any way possible.  

Hector hummed hoarsely, hands running down your waist to your thighs, grabbing the ample flesh with a strained grip. He made a poor attempt of holding back the grunt in his throat as your hips flexed over his bulge. He brought his head to your forehead, breathing uneven. “What do you want, cariño?” 

Hector sucked in a sharp breath when you grabbed his hand, guiding them further to the heat between your legs. His fingers danced on the edge of your shorts, slowly entering past the barrier. “I need you to touch me... please.” 

His head hung down instantly, ears skimming your ears. A moan fell from his lips as his fingers pushed past your waistband entirely, immediately finding the hot slick between your folds. Fuck, you were dripping for him.  

Instantly, you were cowering under his touch, back arching as Hector rubbed your pussy, collecting all your arousal to bring it over your clit. You shuddered at his tease, feeling his fingers trace over your searing lips.  

“Mierda,” you moaned out, hands flying to the back of his head, grasping onto his curls.  

You could feel the grin on Hector’s face while his other hand creeped under your shirt, palming your bare breasts.  

Hector hated when you studied. Not only was your attention not on him... he always knew you were braless. Something about how it distracted you. He could only internally laugh. Talk about distraction... 

“I love these, I always love these,” Hector breathed into your neck, circling your pebbled nipple slowly... teasingly before moving to your other breast.  

You let out a groan, bowing into his touch. Your begging was silent, but God was it deafening to his ears. You couldn’t help but grind down into his bulge while his fingers continued to tease you everywhere. 

A soft hiss fell from Hector’s lips. “Please give me some time, cariño,” he whispered against your skin. His fingers continued rub your wet folds. “I’m struggling...”  

His words trailed off, but deep down, you knew what he meant to say.  

He was struggling to keep control.  

His thumb pressed down on your clit, exactly where you wanted. You bucked your hips, head lolling down to meet his forehead once again. The soft pants from your mouth were falling faster than you could blink as Hector flicked his thumb.  

The action elicited a cry from your mouth, and he could only laugh softly and quietly. “¿Te sientes bien, princesa?” Feel good, princess? 

You could only moan out one word. More.  

Hector simply smiled, fingers slowly sliding down your core, garnering your full undivided attention as he pushed his finger into you.  

“Fuck,” you cursed, moving your hips on his finger. You could hear the sharp and long exhale from Hector’s lips before they pressed down your jaw, sucking your neck lightly.  

Reality began to fold when he slid in another finger, filling you so much you weren’t sure whether you were breathing. Your moans were loud enough to make you unconsciously thank whoever that the house was empty today. These fucking aphrodisiacs... they were going to be the end of you.  

“Come on, cariño,” Hector coaxed, impossibly tight under your hips.  

Your body twisted and writhed on his fingers, core tightening with every second that passed. You lifted your head, mouth planted on his while you grasped the edges of his lower lip. 

Hector groaned, pushing his fingers even further, hooking them exactly where they felt like bliss.  

You couldn’t help but yield your very being as Hector’s tongue swept past your own, consuming you from the inside. His fingers were torturously slow and hard as they pumped in and out of you. Every deep stroke got you closer and closer, building up the most ravenous desires within you.  

And yet that wasn’t what undid you. No. The way your name fell off Hector’s lips... strained and full of lust. 

The climax bubbled in your stomach, releasing a sharp crack of pleasure across your body while you cried out Hector’s name before he kissed you again like he could drink your sound as though he was parched.  

Hector watched you shudder in his grasp, stroking you slowly as the last few waves hit you till you felt like jelly in his arms.  

For a moment, you both said nothing, letting you come back to reality.  

“Guapo,” you murmured. You could hear the stiff hum from his. Most likely pained.  

You shifted slowly in his arms, ears picking up on the quiet rasp from his throat. You briefly stepped away with, cautious that his eyes were watching your every move. You leaned down, hands peeling away your shorts and underwear in one swift move.  

You might be crazy, but you could’ve sworn you’d seen his cock twitch in his shorts at the sight of you.  

“It hasn’t worn off yet?” You asked, tease and humour underlying your voice.  

Hector narrowed his eyes, messily taking off his own shorts. His dark eyes raked over you once again. He grabbed the wrapped condom packet in his wallet, still eyeing you as he tore it with his teeth. His jaw tightened as he slowly rolled the condom on, a low exhale falling from his lips. “Come here, cariño.” 

You both knew you could see the way you had clenched your thighs at the sight of his cock. Hard, swollen... aching. Your mouth was dry but in between your legs another story. Fuck... you wanted all of him in you now.  

Without even arguing you stepped towards him, feeling his arms immediately wrap around your body. Lifting you up, he slowly put you on your bed, letting the warm of your duvet morph around you.  

Hector didn’t say anything as he came over you, hovering while his eyes danced with yours. He poorly tried to hold in the shiver of your hands gliding over his neck and down his chest, touch lingering at his navel.  

Hector’s jaw clenched, cock twitching once again. “No more playing,” he managed to ground out. 

You could only meekly nod before he brought his lips to your, kissing you deeply while his hands glided over your body, landing on your backs of your thighs. He pulled you closer to him. He smiled in approval as you locked your legs around his back.  

Without any further delay, you could feel his cock align with your entrance, pushing in and in and into you with ease.  

You reminded yourself to breathe at the tight tingling sensation unfurling within your core. No matter how many times you were together like this... you could never seem to adjust to him. He was just so... filling. 

Momentarily, Hector stilled, letting you get used to him, peppering small kisses across your face and over your shirt. “You’re doing so well, princesa,” he praised, giving you a comforting smile.  

You smiled back, letting out a deep exhale. “I’m okay,” you nodded, signalling for him to move.  

Still, Hector pulled out only slightly, slowly thrusting back in, making sure you were entirely okay. He moaned quietly, feeling your walls quiver around him.  

His hands travelled to your face, moving your chin to ensure your eyes were on him. Hector rasped, pushing in deeper with the next thrust.  

“Mierda,” you cursed, eyes briefly shutting before the small nudge on your cheek kept them open. The pace began to pick up, making your hips crave for more as they ground harshly against his, squeezing any extra ounce of pleasure you could.  

It was dirty. The act, the words falling from your mouths, the sound of your sticky skin slapping against one another as Hector drove into you even faster... all on the bed you had been sleeping in since you were a little kid. But God... it felt so right.  

Your hands raked through his curls, eliciting a loud groan from Hector. You were undoing him.  

“You feel so fucking good, princesa,” Hector quietly cried out, head falling to your neck. The pleasure he was feeling... it was like no other. Sure... he was drugged up on some aphrodisiacs from damn chocolate out of all things. But the ecstasy he was feeling, it was like the small waves at the shore of the beach. Always coming in and out, teasing you.  

Both of your control was beginning to slip. Your body was burning and tightening once again. You could feel the sloppy kisses from Hector’s swollen lips litter your neck while his name fell from your lips, echoing a warning.  

“T-That’s it, cariño. Come for me... s-show me how good I make you feel,” Hector encouraged, sentence breaking into fragmented words.

The tightening coil in your stomach broke. Release tore through your body, heightening as Hector continued to drive deep into you, fast and hard, drawing out every waking sense in your body. A reminder of what only he could to do you.  

Hector’s groan felt like a scream against your ears. You clenched around his cock, churning his stomach. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you as close as he could. His hips mirrored his sentences, stuttering while his cock throbbed to spill himself into the condom.  

No moans were heard. Only both of your quiet pants filled the room. Your chests were heaving, racing to learn how to breathe normally again. You could feel Hector press a long kiss to your cheeks. “You did well, cariño.” 

You smiled thankfully, giving him a brief kiss on his arm. You nestled into the pillows, watching him carefully. The small smile, the peppering kisses, the lazy and idle hand roaming your skin... 

“You want to go again, don’t you?” 

Hector grinned. “Estúpidos bombones afrodisíacos.” 

Stupid aphrodisiac chocolates. 

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[gladionfan]

thinking about my favorite guy again in the whole world and why i like him so much. aother insane rant nobody will read. tumblr has a nice format where i can talk a lot. going to jump around a little bit while i explain myself.

sometimes people ask me why he’s my favorite character of all time. for 9 YEARS. and there are so so many reasons. so i’ll try.

i think gladion is a very realistic and relatable example of a traumatized character. but he’s simultaneously and ironically almost… a symbol of… hope? and goodness in the world? because he’s such a deeply kind & empathetic person.

and i know a lot of people blink at me and say - gladion?! empathetic?! because, of course, he doesn’t seem that way at first. but from the very beginning, he’s so empathetic that its a flaw. the first example at the start of the story- though you don’t find this till late game- where he leaves home in order to save silvally.

it’s in little details like this that i appreciate him more. null is the german word for “zero”, and in its creation, it’s named “type:null” instead of “type:full”. since it failed to carry the disks that change its type, type:null was the name they gave it in order to represent its failure.

they planned for it to be cryogenically frozen; much like the pokemon we see lusamine in possession of. type:null was incredibly mistreated during this process, much like animals are in the real world. its mask is a significant weight thats supposedly very painful for it. putting it plainly, silvally was abused.

so they call it type:zero because it failed them. it starts out with zero friendship, zero extra type, because it wasn’t what they wanted it to be and so it was thrown away. despite never knowing love, or friendship, or a better life.

and not only does gladion - eleven or twelve at this point- steal it and run away, he refers to it as “null”. he calls it a different name in order to make it feel more alive, more like his friend.

in the anime, he calls it “silvally” from the start. people always talk about how he gave it its name, “silver ally”, or maybe “silver buddy”, and that’s awesome.

but i love that he calls it a different name from the beginning too, in order to let in know that he is a friend- that it has a purpose in existing outside of being a tool, thrown away & mistreated once it isn’t useful anymore.

i think people overlook this. of course lusamine was abusive. but it was difficult for gladion to get out of that situation. thinking about his conversation with lillie he has in seafolk- he obviously is remorseful he couldn’t take her with him. it was the suffering of another that pushed him to run away. motivated him to free silvally from its mask and train in the battle royal to protect lillie, his family, too. more on that later.

and he puts himself in a bad situation simultaneously. yes, team skull is a bad situation. they don’t like gladion. lol.

i can go on. and i will go on. this is what i do. on the very first encounter with gladion, you see him interacting with members of team skull. in this it tells you a couple things: he snaps at you and hau, and then team skull shows up and reveals that he stopped them from stealing the totem pokemon.

it’s established here that gladion cares deeply for pokemon- enough that he runs away and can hardly take care of himself, and the traumatized creature he’s in possession of. this also tells us team skull hates him enough to mock and ridicule him. and i actually love this element. i saw someone on here saying this was bad..? but its not, not at all.

obviously team skull is a group of broken people. they’re lost in life. troubled. and this kid comes along bossing them around over what they can and can’t do. it tells us gladion has a strong sense of justice.

even though he’s ridiculed and alienated for his decisions, he chooses to do what he thinks is right. he chooses to prevent the suffering of another. he chooses to be kind. because fundamentally that’s the type of person he is.

it’s pretty implied that the reason gladion works for them in the first place is because he runs out of money.

he doesn’t want to do things he thinks are wrong- he’s the type of person that won’t. the woman at the front desk of the Route 8 motel will say he’s “not as free with money as he used to be..” and that team skull doesn’t pay enough to live off of.

gladion gets a lot of flack for being “too angsty”. makes me a little sad sometimes. i’m glad he’s more beloved these days. but i think it’s so much crazier when you think about the lens through which he sees the world.

over and over he does the kind thing. he does the right thing. i think this is because he feels things so deeply. he can’t stand to see another suffer because he knows what it’s like to be in pain.

this is getting a bit too long so i’ll get into it later but, i think he is also the type of person who internalized and blames himself for the pains of others.

this is why he’s the first person to explain to the player why his mother acts the way she does. he is the FIRST person to tell you about their father, how his mother wanted to get to him again, everything.

of course his relationship with her is complicated and deeply flawed. but he feels so deeply guilty over her circumstances he feels the need to tell you the reasoning behind her actions in order to let you see her as a person. not just a monster. and it’s this way in his other adaptations as well.

this co-exists so much with his grief and his anger. can you imagine?

he is so quick to be angry- he is poor in social situations- he claims even in the end that you and him are not friends. he’s never had a friend that wasn’t one of his his pokemon. his first exposure to the world is a gang that rejects him, bullies and steals from others.

he loses his father. he loses his mother, emotionally. he thinks that he can’t protect his sister. and he internalizes this so much. he blames himself for the pains of everyone around him.

pre-lillie kidnapping in USUM, he says at the royal that he’ll be “strong enough to protect them this time”. post lillie-napping, he has a breakdown.

like- of course he’s angry at the world. of course he sucks at talking to the player and he’s kind of unpleasant to be around. the world has not been pleasant to him at all. and his anger has to coexist with his grief and his pain, and he has no one to rely on, so it can only manifest itself in these crazy outbursts of rage where he can’t control his emotions.

but what i really appreciate about him is that even in all of his anger he can’t bring himself to be unforgiving. part of knowing what it’s like to suffer is understanding that sometimes people are in so much pain that they lash out as a result.

so he’s so so bitter and so lonely and he has every right to turn into a terrible, selfish person who turns away from other people and refuses sympathy and does things that are wrong- but he’s kind. over and over and over.

i will return someday maybe. write another insane rant nobody will read because this isn’t half my thoughts. i haven’t even finished talking about game gladion… and i still have to tell you why i also like animated gladion and manga gladion.

manga gladion is great except for the weird one-off misogyny line that didn’t even make sense & was just bad

[thewhizzyhead]

hi I kinda miss the feeling of being in love okay bye

[dairyfreenugget]

Hey hey hey hey hey hypothetically speaking.....

At the beginning option - would start after Flower/PV met Petunia and Lummis or shortly after the accolade

In the middle option - would start ~1.5 after the accolade, shortly after the infection was taken care of, Ghost and Radiance would be present in the story, Flower would still have tense relationship with a lot of people but starts to slowly open up

Towards the end of the main plot - shortly before or after Flower decides to resume contact with their parents, would focus on more slice of life experience with Flower and their parents trying to build some sort of relationship, lots of tension, possibly would involve something with The Shade Lord and/or Norel (I think it'd work the best for the ask blog format + would love to write more about that period of their relationship)

Or you could propose something else (More of the future stuff? Maybe some other point in time? A different branch? Maybe a different AU? Obviously more aimed towards people who know more in-depth timeline/lore of the AU)

[radgeorgie]

had an amazing interview yesterday.... was told I'd know by Monday.... but it's alleged they DRUG TEST and I just bought 6 packs of weed edibles 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[fingertipsmp3]

Ughhhhhhh I hate writing and I hate not writing and I hate myself

[demarogue]

Gettin' Through the Holidays Mental Health Tricks

If y'all are anything like me, this time of year is triggering AF. Here are some small, very easy grounding exercises that I was taught by my therapist, basically in order of how much I like them for this rage-inducing season. You make like them in a different order, depending on your rage-to-despair ratio.

Push a wall: literally go up to a wall and try to push it over. Really try. I promise you won't push it over, but give it your best shot. Try to hold it as long as you can, and then take a breather and assess whether you need to repeat. Why it works: This is a quick, physical expulsion of the fight-or-flight feeling. It's a bit like punching a wall, but without the potential to hurt yourself/look scary/damage things. You can even do it in front of people and say you're stretching, they'll never know (unless the wall actually falls down, but this will not happen, I assure you).

Shake like a dog: Animals shake to release stress, and you are also an animal. Setting aside time to just shake it out, as vigorously as you can, arms and legs, face, stick your tongue out, pretend you're shaking like a wet dog. You can dance instead, if that feels better, and you can do this to music, but basically the more unhinged you can be, the better. If you are in a place you can scream, scream too! Why it works: like the above, this is a release of pent-up stress and anxiety. Especially if your rage-to-woe ratio is high, some kind of physical exertion is often the best way to burn through the cortisol and adrenaline you're building up.

Bilateral Tapping: Cross your arms over your chest so that your fingertips are at your shoulders, and slowly tap, one hand at a time, back and forth, for about a minute. Breathe slowly. Why it works: This is weird as hell, but because this engages both sides of your brain, it helps override the activity of the amygdala, which is the part of your brain that Makes The Fear. If you're being literally triggered in a situation, i.e. you're having a trauma response, or reliving some family trauma, this is a good one.

Box Breathing: From a comfortable position (can really be seated, laying down or standing), inhale slowly for a count of 4, hold for a count of 4, exhale for a count of 4, hold for a count of 4, then repeat. You can do it for shorter counts or longer counts, but if you vary the counts make sure the exhale is longer than the inhale. You can close your eyes or leave them open. Why it works: This exercise helps you move from a sympathetic (activated) nervous system response to a parasympathetic (balanced) response. I do this one every day, and it's a good gateway to meditation. Especially helpful in anxious or tense situations, but I find if I'm very triggered I need one of the other ones first, or it can make anxiety worse. Breathwork is amazing but not usually as a first exercise if you're very activated, or have been activated a long time.

Ice: Lots of ways to do this one – hands in cold water for 30 seconds, ice pack on the back of your neck, dip your entire face into a bowl of ice water (this one's the most effective). Why it works: I kinda think this is hilarious, but this activates your mammalian dive reflex. It immediately slows your heart-rate, so if you are feeling your blood pressure and heart rate rising, this one is very good. The only reason this one's at the bottom of my list is because I hate being cold.

I wish you all a very get-through-the-holidays-without-hurting-yourself. Take time alone if you need it.