#he said like that he wanted it to be in a controlled and rational manner

[flametrashiraarchive]

I know I said I was feeling burned out but I think I was just a little burned out on writing KNY and needed a lil switchup.

So...

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Levi Ackerman x GN!reader who walks in on him...

NSFW below the cut.

Deep down you knew that Levi took no pleasure in sitting missions out due to injury, but that didn't stop you from being pissed about it. The thought of him sitting in his cozy little office, sipping tea in his comfy chair haunted you while you were up to your knees in titan guts, marching in the pouring rain, and surviving on shitty rations.

Ordinarily you'd be fighting alongside each other, giving each other shit until the moment you found yourselves alone and you could finally finally put that smart mouth of his to work. His absence frustrated you. 

So when you got back to the barracks, you stormed to Levi's office. Not for any particular reason, just to bitch and piss him off.

You heaved open the door. "Hey asshole, we could've used you out th–" The words died on your tongue as you were met with the sight of him standing with his back to you, hunched over his desk, disheveled and sweating, pumping his cock in his fist. His ass was completely bare, his trousers pooled at the tops of his thighs.

For a moment his entire body was shaking from the ferocity of his pace before he froze and spun around to face you. 

"Fuck! I'm s–" You went to close the door to give him privacy.

"Shit, wait! God…" The look of mortification on his face was painful. "Come back!"

You froze, one hand still on the door handle. "Captain, I'm sorry."

"Don't give me that captain shit, just come here."

The weary glare he usually wore was long gone, replaced by something altogether more frantic and desperate. He tried to tuck his cock back in his trousers as you stepped into the room and closed the door behind you, but he was still so hard it was proving easier said than done. You averted your eyes and instead tried to occupy your gaze with the empty tea cup on his desk.

Your restraint lasted less than two seconds before your eyes were back on him. There was something about seeing Levi, who was usually so calm and collected, blushing and furiously trying to stuff his cock into his trousers; it made your breath catch. His dark hair flopped into his eyes, damp with sweat and uncharacteristically messy.

He raised his eyes to meet yours. "I don't… normally I don't… I mean… Fuck, don't look at me. It's been like this all damn day."

"Do you need a hand?"

His eyes widened, the whites completely surrounding his gray irises as his lips parted slightly. "A… what?"

You closed the distance between you, your breath sitting uncomfortably heavy in your chest. "I can help you with it if you like?"

Levi looked back at you completely astounded for a moment before he sighed and released his grip on his cock. It bobbed back up, sticking straight out toward you, the tip dark pink and puffy. "I heard you were coming back from the expedition," he said, his voice low and breathless. "I couldn't stop myself. I feel like a damn teenager when I think about you. It hasn't gone down fully all day. I just want… god, I want..." he closes his eyes and puts his head back as you slide your hand down his thigh. "Shit…"

You caught his chin in your fingers, forcing him to look at you. "Use your words, Levi. Tell me what you want."

His lips quivered for a moment as he considered his response. When it finally came, his façade of control was most definitely faltering. His voice wavered ever so slightly no matter how measured he tried to make it. "I want you to let me cum. Please. It… it feels better when you do it."

"Well, look at that. You do have nice manners after all." Heat pooled in the pit of your belly as you got down on your knees in front of him and he watched you with a look of desperation and disbelief. 

You hadn't even touched him yet, but his knuckles were pale peaks against the edge of his desk as he sucked in a breath between his teeth. "Oh god~"

"Mm," you brought your lips achingly close to his tip, knowing he could feel your breath tickling his skin. Precum gathered at the slit, dripping in clear beads.  "You have such a pretty cock, Levi."

His dick twitched at your compliment. You raised your head to smirk at the captain, but the sight of him completely erased your smile. God, the times you've witnessed that man charge headlong into the gaping maws of titans, pulled him back from the edge of bloodlust frenzies, consoled him through losses… but you've never seen him so flustered. 

His pale skin was dusted a pretty shade of pink as he gazed down at you, his eyes half-lidded and drunk with desire. He reached down a slender hand and lifted the hem of his shirt, exposing his lower belly– because far be it from Levi to get even a single smear of precum on his pristine uniform.

You leaned in and kissed alongside the sparse trail of dark hair leading from his navel to the base of his cock. 

"God, hurry up… please I need to cum…"

You tutted. "You will. Be patient."

"Tch." He bared his teeth. "You drive me fucking crazy."

"I haven't even gotten started." 

Part of you wanted to keep teasing him and get him really riled up, but another, far brattier part wanted to taste him, to feel him shudder and hear him whine. So you held his gaze and leaned in to kiss the head of his cock, slowly, deeply, letting your tongue explore the bulbous shape of it and taste the salty sweet beads of pre running down the underside. "This what you want?"

Levi's throat flexed as he released a deep groan of relief. "Ohhh…fffuckkk, yes." He bit his lip as you took him deeper, licking the underside of his shaft. "Oh that's it, that's it. Take it all. Take my fucking cock."

One of his hands released its grip on the desk and ran across the top of your head, down to the nape of your neck. 

"Oh look at you, look at you," he whispered. "Sucking my cock so we-heh-ll." His composure slipped as you pulled back and firmly sucked his tip, tonguing his slit. He whimpered, desperately trying to thrust deeper into your mouth. "Ngh… more. More, please. Please please pl– let m– oh god. Fuckfuck fuck!"

Every cry, every breathless plea seemed to shred in his throat as he fought the urge to just thrust into your mouth. But every time you felt him getting bolder, you withdrew, pulling back to kiss and suck the tip until he was little more than a mewling puddle. 

He leaned back farther on the desk, bracing his weight on his elbow as his thighs trembled beneath your palms.

It was too delicious, watching him fall apart; sweating, gasping, blushing as he tried to rake his hair back from his forehead, only to have it fall back down as he tilted his chin to watch you. It seemed he couldn't get enough of the sight of his cock disappearing between your lips as you bobbed your head. 

"Ah, fuck-ing hell…" he groaned as his toes curled inside his boots. "So perfect so fucking perfect. Don't stop, don't stop… that's it. There… just like… oh God I'm cumming, I'm c–"

He fell apart with a guttural cry, his stomach clenching and undulating as he filled your throat. Levi never came quietly; his voice cracking as he groaned and thrust into you, making you tear up. 

Finally, when his orgasm subsided he sat, cupping your face in his hands as he wiped away the tears glistening on your eyelashes. "You good?" 

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm good."

He released a heavy breath, letting his shoulders relax before he swept a hand through his hair and regained his composure. Clearing his throat, he asked, "You wanted to see me about something?"

The question was so nonchalant it made you smile. Truth be told, you were still going to give him shit about missing the mission later– it would have been a much easier fight with him after all. But more than that, you'd just missed him, though admitting it would only ever earn you an eye roll or a disdainful glare. "Doesn't matter."

Levi gave a quick nod and pushed off from the desk. "Alright then, switch."

As welcoming parties went, there were far worse. 

[leftistfeminista]

Trolls Used Her Face to Make Fake Porn. There Was Nothing She Could Do.

Sabrina Javellana was a rising star in local politics — until deepfakes derailed her life.

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/07/31/magazine/sabrina-javellana-florida-politics-ai-porn.html

Most mornings, before walking into City Hall in Hallandale Beach, Fla., a small city north of Miami, Sabrina Javellana would sit in the parking lot and monitor her Twitter and Instagram accounts. After winning a seat on the Hallandale Beach city commission in 2018, at age 21, she became one of the youngest elected officials in Florida’s history. Her progressive political positions had sometimes earned her enemies: After proposing a name change for a state thoroughfare called Dixie Highway in late 2019, she regularly received vitriolic and violent threats on social media; her condemnation of police brutality and calls for criminal-justice reform prompted aggressive rhetoric from members of local law enforcement. Disturbing messages were nothing new to her.

The morning of Feb. 5, 2021, though, she noticed an unusual one. “Hi, just wanted to let you know that somebody is sharing pictures of you online and discussing you in quite a grotesque manner,” it began. “He claims that he’s one of your ‘guy friends.’”

Javellana froze. Who could have sent this message? She asked for evidence, and the sender responded with pixelated screenshots of a forum thread that included photos of her. There were comments that mentioned her political career. Had her work drawn these people’s ire? Eventually, with a friend’s help, she found a set of archived pages from the notorious forum site 4chan. Most of the images were pulled from her social media and annotated with obscene, misogynistic remarks: “not thicc enough”; “I would breed her”; “no sane person would date such a stupid creature.” But one image further down the thread stopped her short. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror with her head tilted to the side, smiling playfully. She had posted an almost identical selfie, in which she wore a brown crew-neck top and matching skirt, to her Instagram account back in 2015. “It was the exact same picture,” Javellana said of the doctored image. “But I wasn’t wearing any clothes.”

There were several more. These were deepfakes: A.I.-generated images that manipulate a person’s likeness, fusing it with others to create a false picture or video, sometimes pornographic, in a way that looks authentic. Although fake explicit material has existed for decades thanks to image-editing software, deepfakes stand out for their striking believability. Even Javellana was shaken by their apparent authenticity.

“I didn’t know that this was something that happened to everyday people,” Javellana told me when I visited her earlier this year in Florida. She wondered if anyone else had seen the photos or the abusive comments online. Several of the threads even implied that people on the forum knew her. “I live in Broward County,” one comment read. “She just graduated from FIU.” Other users threatened sexual violence. In the days that followed, Javellana became increasingly fearful and paranoid. She stopped walking alone at night and started triple-checking that her doors and windows were locked before she slept. In an effort to protect her personal life, she made her Instagram private and removed photographs of herself in a bathing suit.

Discovering the images changed how Javellana operated professionally. Attending press events was part of her job, but now she felt anxious every time someone lifted their camera. She worried that public images of her would be turned into pornography, so she covered as much of her body as she could, favoring high-cut blouses and blazers. She knew she wasn’t acting rationally — people could create new deepfakes regardless of how much skin she showed in the real world — but changing her style made her feel a sense of control. If the deepfakes went viral, no one could look at how she dressed and think that she had invited this harassment.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Aishite aishite aishite by ado feels like a killer song

him begging to be loved and noticed in such a savage and violent manner feels like him to me

Hm, perhaps. Im usually iffy with these types of songs with killer mostly because it tends to lean more into that “yandere killer” “lovesick killer” area in the fandom I don’t really like, mostly because the fandom seems to have a hard time differentiating between a character’s internal experiences and what they actually allow themselves to show, and how they express it.

Especially if they put killer in stage 1 in the context of these violent savage songs. Tendency to make Killer too intentionally and aware of violence and savagery when in Stage 1 (these moments would like horrify and scare him, because they do not feel like they’re him actively deciding to do it, it feels like something outside his control, as if a part of his mind just isn’t his anymore, ), and too openly emotional in Stage 2 too easily.

When in, Stage 2 would try his damnedest to keep all that tightly hidden away and beneath a mask of indifference while he subtly tries to manipulate and control, I feel. Too open, too vulnerable and needy and weak—and he wants the full of extent of it all safely hidden away inside where no one can see it and use it.

It’d probably show up in small easily missed or excused away actions and behaviors and words, and perhaps he’d even try to rationalize his desires and wants as somehow actually being for the object of his affection’s benefit (taught to belief in existing to serve, taught to belief in not having emotions), if he views said person as stronger or someone who fills that role—such as Color.

Such his want to be loved being rationalized as Color needs to be loved, and that he needs that from killer—needs it feel and be real, like he does. And he’ll do it the only way that feels familiar—pain, violence. Either inflicted on the other or on himself by them. Made even worse when he feels so disconnected from the relationship, remembers what it was like in Stage 1 but can’t feel it, can’t trust if any of it was real. If he actually loved this person, or if he just thinks he does.

It’s an attempt to connect, deep down. Even if he can’t fully recognize it himself—prevented by through the lens of what he was taught. And to many onlookers it’s probably be hard to tell if he’s being genuine or just playing yet another game—or worse, if he actually wants this or just thinks this what the other wants from him— in the case of the other being stronger.

(The difference between this is shown between Nightmare vs Color, btw. Both people Killer views as having power over him, and would instinctively feel the need to ensure he serves them.

Difference is he’s not hurt when Nightmare rolls his eye, and he’s not upset when Nightmare praises someone else instead of him, and he’s not instinctively afraid that he’s going to stop existing in Nightmare’s mind if Nightmare happens to have his attention drawn to someone else.

He’s not upset if Nightmare looks through him or talks at him than to him, it’s just accepted as what it is. Yet in the case of someone like Color, all of this could feel like a rejection, or an abandonment, or like he’s not worthy.

All this from both could make Killer feel like he’s not real, difference is he wants to be real to Color. Wants him to see him. Killer may not frame it as love, as least not for a time, but he does crave Color’s acknowledgement and attention—his validation. He wants Color to treat him—see him—as real, in contrast to everyone else who didn’t.

All is too say I want him to be doing his usual shtick, trying to get colors attention in a way that makes everyone question him (cue delta saying “you want to prove yourself? Start by not making Color question you.”), but color just looks at him with that look, and places a soft hand on killers cheek, and killer falters like ‘don’t look at me like that, why does he care. that isn’t real’ and yet he’s still subconsciously leaning into colors touch before he immediately straightens himself back up.)

[k-tarotz]

I dont know if this reading is okay. But can you do: How Enha (hyung line) would defend or react to a friend/ girlfriend /someone important to them being provoked in an arguement. *Their friend being passive*

I don't know if this makes sense. I hope you understand what I just said😅 And if this is too sensitive, kindly disregard. Thankyou💞

hii thank you for sending in this ask!!! we both think it’s very interesting <3

six of pentacles, four of wands, the sun

heeseung: Heeseung is the type to stand with his loved one, even if he knows that they are wrong. The type to look calm from the outside but rage inside. This is on purpose actually! He is the kind of person to provoke the person who provokes his loved one in an even more extreme manner, sometimes crossing some lines with it too. But he never specifically looses his cool, never gets worked up exactly so the person feels even more rage and anger. It’s all about control and making the person loose their mind. He would do his best to stand up for his loved one in the best way possible. Though he would still be extremely supportive towards his loved one, if they stand up for themselves he would take their side, adding to their points as a mean of support. Hyping them up even! He doesn’t even have to be asked to do all this, he would just because he can and want to. Though, he only does this in situations he knows he can “win”. In more serious times he is scared to be confrontational and would rather aim for a resolution that’s good for everyone. He seems to have a flight response in serious situations and a fight in none serious ones due to not being sure how to properly deal with conflicts in the moment they are happening. After the situation calms down he would know how to resolve issues though.

knight of swords, ten of swords, page of swords

jay: Jay is the type of person to be protective over the people he loves, wether it’s a platonic feeling or not. He doesn’t like to see his loved one go through hardships, so would feel annoyed as soon as his loved one is provoked. He is the type to be confrontational and stand up for whoever he loves, though he doesn’t want to embarrass whoever he is defending so he would try to keep his emotions under control even though he usually struggles with it. Though, his mood would still show. The way he reacts to this usually depends on how serious the situation is, but regardless he would stand up for the person he loves. Usually be more serious than they are since he feels things really deep. He wouldn’t necessarily provoke the person back unless he thinks it’s the right thing to do. Usually, he would do what he thinks is the most effective in the way, so his actions would depend on context and his loved ones boundaries. So he could do anything from (verbal) fights, to inconveniencing the provoking person to rationally taking them apart so the person feels bad about themselves. He might take such things to heart, alternating his view on the provoking person permanently. Although, he isn’t likely to take things too far unless he is emotionally triggering but it’s unlikely to happen as he prefers to keep rational. Overall he wouldn’t focus on “winning” but making the person regret the decision to mistreat his loved one.

queen of wands, six of pentacles, king of cups

jake: For Jake, it depends on the situation itself. For the most part, as long as the provoking isn’t malicious or harmful he would do his best to ease the situation in a way it pleases both sides involved to avoid unnecessary drama. He would try to understand and hear both sides out, validate the feelings of both yet make sure no one steps out of line and people apologise if necessary. However, if the person provokes with malicious intentions that’s a different story. He might become passive aggressive and he will only care about defending his loved one. Once he gets mad at the person provoked he would refuse to back up from protecting them, he might even lose his cool. It’s not that he has a clear goal or ambition in mind towards the other person such as winning or making them feel bad but rather that his loved one knows he won’t allow anyone to disrespect them in front of him. So, overall maybe avoiding such a situation happening in the future again. If he gets enough mad he might even raise his voice and not hear out the person that provoked his loved one. Rather, he would make sure to directly tell them what they did and every negative opinion he might have. Though, that’s only if the situation is really serious.

page of pentacles, the queen of swords, king of swords

sunghoon: Sunghoon isn’t the type to get into arguments even if his loved one gets provoked, however he will still defend his loved one, stand up for them and even if it means getting into disagreements. In fact, out of the hyung line he is the most confrontational one, but unless the person is extremely disrespectful he wouldn’t argue because he knows how to take charge of the situation. Instead of blindly hating on and accusing the provoking person he would destroy their mood and confidence in the actions they do with pure honesty. The type of person that knows they are correct and stands by their beliefs with a confident manner but still owns up to their mistakes. So, if he was to disagree with someone the feeling of ‘ah, maybe I am/x is really in the wrong’ would sink in deep, and his words would make the atmosphere feel heavier. (Even if it’s unintentional) It’s not that he doesn’t get mad, he does, and it’s obvious by his expression, behavior, attitude and mannerism but rather he would be able to keep under control to the best of his abilities, which would allow him to call the person out for acting irrationally. He isn’t afraid to use harsh words or question them either, his goal is to get the person to admit that they are in the wrong and he can do it very well. In fact, he is so calm and respectful yet confrontational during it that it might intimidate people because they know that once he gets _really_ mad he might not act this respectful. Usually he might end up hurting the person’s feelings in order to protect his loved one’s feelings, making them ashamed even. It’s not on purpose either, he is just very straightforward and honest all while being stubborn and refusing to back down. Even if his loved one says it’s okay to not he would still stand up for them, because to him it’s not an option but a duty. If you love someone you have to stand up for them so they know you do and that they matter to you. He believes this goes both for platonic and romantic relationships. He might tone it down a little if his loved one is uncomfortable but he wouldn’t necessarily stop until the person that has been provoking them backs down, apologises or feels bad with themselves. Whatever that shows that they know they are in the wrong.

disc.: sorry for making sunghoon’s longer than the others’! his energy came through really strongly and it’s most possible because he would talk way more than he usually does in a situation like this! 🫶🏻

– Candy

[jonathan-samuel-smith]

TW bipolar discussion and nonconsensual kissing, mental health discussion

So about Saturn Girl kissing Jon without his ability to consent to it: I get that she isn't actively deciding to mind control the people around her, but she does have a choice in the matter. Her family wanted her to stay home until she could control her mind control powers, but she didn't want to and left. To me that's like if I noticed I was manic (not hypomanic) and didn't go to the mental hospital... Like I can't control my bipolar but I have the choice to stay away from others when it would harm them. That's not even a good comparison though because my judgement isn't clear enough to consistently do that when I'm manic, whereas she is at baseline and is able to think rationally. I wouldn't blame someone with bipolar because they have no choice, but I'm just saying the obvious choice would be to keep yourself away from others even if it's not fun for you. I feel like I can blame her, because she has a choice.

I do sympathize with her, but I really think she's hurting others disproportionately to the distress she feels stuck at home, and that's not okay.

If you look back on the events with the knowledge that she can't turn off her mind control, you see how manipulative she is, especially to Jon, and she does high-control group tactics: love bombing, isolation, guilt tripping, not letting him have rest alone where he would have time to realize he didn't want this.

I don't like the JonDami narrative that Jon was an asshole for leaving Damian in the past or was running away from his problems, because in my view he was dragged into a cult and I can't blame him for that, especially because he was extremely vulnerable at the time. I also don't believe Jon would have left in the first place if he knew up front that he couldn't bring Damian to at least visit him.

Jon had been in a state of fight or flight for around 6 years (not just talking about the volcano because there was also his verbally abusive grandpa and their deadly adventures and being trapped in space, and then him struggling to survive on the streets and trying to find a way home after he escaped) and the first time he really got a chance to cool down was when he was talking with Damian. He really needs a long break, therapy, and medication because what he went through can't be treated with therapy alone as the stress has chemical effects in the brain that need to be adjusted.

The writers don't care about how Jon should be extremely hypervigilant and defensive and anxious. I guess that's just not brave enough for a superhero, nevermind that leaving the house and getting treatment for these things, learning to trust again, and letting people help you is so much braver than punching guys when you have superpowers. It's natural to fight when your fight or flight is activated in a protective manner, but doing the logical thing when every signal in your body is telling you not to is really damn hard. The only coward is DC for giving Jon trauma and not actually writing a traumatized character.

That all being said, Damian clearly doesn't see how Jon is being manipulated, probably because his head is full of self hatred & doubting & repressed desires to ask Jon to stay, and thinks he needs to go against his abandonment trauma by swinging the pendulum too far in the opposite direction in his speech. With his c-ptsd and abandonment issues I can see him becoming bitter towards Jon for going to the future.

That could make for a really complex fanfiction, don't you think? The conflict coming from their unique life experiences and traumas, and them learning to understand each other like they're always doing. This misunderstanding of intentions born not out of something dumb like hearing the wrong thing or being unclear in language, but from their different points of view.

My jondami au where Jon leaves the legion early is calling me lmao "Isaac we have more problems for you to fix~"

That being said I have no exclusivity to these ideas for writing.

[ackerifle]

I personally see yan!Levi being like he is in the show, keeping his emotions in control, being focused and having the whole no-nonsense attitude. While being just a tad bit too overprotective. I doubt he'd ever harm reader if he's caught feelings for them or force himself on them. (just my opinion and personal preference!) But it makes me curious to see how he would genuinely struggle with his feelings, being self-aware of how too much he feels for reader while also being quite dense in a way. Seeing him deteriorate as he's trying to keep up with how he usually is with everyone else. While you see things from his POV, his psychology. And how the absence of any form of intimacy and probably not thinking he needs it affects him. I've read all that you've written and really like your writing and wondered what your take on this would be? a scenario or headcanons, Can be sfw and/or nsfw!

dramatis personae!

yan. levi ackerman x fem. reader

+ CW. — headcanon’s: internal morality conflict, stalking, possessive and manipulative behavior, slight intimidation, implied: forced relationship & eventual mind break; i fear the structure worsens as it continues; not proof-read.

first and foremost, you flatter me, i am delighted to hear that you’ve taken a liking to my writing, and your patience in waiting is well appreciated. this particular ask near reminds me that it is long overdue for me to create a work that is written exclusively in levi’s perspective, or rather, one that happens to centre around his general frame of mind as a yandere.

levi is no fool, love comes easy to the forlorn who have never had a taste of it. and when it comes to you? he knows it’s love, he knows it right away. but these feelings are so… intense, so peculiar, so persistent, so passionate, and so not normal. levi’s struggle with morality is a burden that rivals the responsibility of being humanity’s strongest soldier, truly. and although levi does his utmost to justify his unusual behaviors and progressively concerning actions, he simply can’t. you’re quite unfortunate yourself, to have a man such as levi absolutely and utterly enamored with you, and he wholly acknowledges it. but who is to pay the price, if not you? initially, levi’s solution to suppressing the severity of his feelings, if not the feelings altogether, is distance. but this proves only temporary as absence makes the heart grow fonder, and it isn’t long before he gives up because why would he deprive himself of happiness after just finally attaining it?

it’s almost too much, really. levi feels quite a lot, but most of all, he feels guilty— just not guilty enough to stop. and as time passes, his resolve inevitably weakens, and it becomes easier to rationalize what he does, even if levi is astutely aware deep down that acting upon his own selfish desires will always be wrong, at least with the way he’s going about it. it isn’t entirely justice, per se, but levi does happen to have a strong sense of righteousness, of rectitude, of common decency. human life holds great significance to him, but so does the quality of said life; he wants you to feel everything and anything but suffering by being with him. but there will come a point where i believe that he stops caring altogether. that levi’s erstwhile efforts of concealing his sincere intentions and ardent sentiments would waver in due time, but this would be late into his life, likely after the battle of heaven and earth when you’re even more emotionally eroded than he is.

it starts off small, considering that he is fairly unsuspecting as a yandere, and quite little would change about his mannerisms, at least until you’ve noticed too little too late. levi wants your relationship, romantic or not, to develop as organically as possible so he can get over the fact that it is quite literally anything but. not when he already knows everything he needs to know about you. levi is observant and watchful as is, but he also happens to have a plethora of resources at his fingertips; such as your legal documents, military papers, and medical records. furthermore, it would only take one little harmless white lie to attain more… personal information: family history, biographies, or even reports written by none other than yourself, ones that had been published decades ago, that is.

and while i don’t particularly envision levi as the obsessive, nor delusional, type (as much as i find him to be the possessive type), it may simply pass his mind that this isn’t insanely weird. only until levi finally reels himself in — with rare restraint that levi is usually well renowned for having, even in comparison to his most reticent peers — and he realizes that he’s violated your entire right to privacy, unbeknownst to you. it eventually registers in that lucid state of consciousness of his that he’s going out of his way to do this on his own personal accord, that it is taking time out of his work schedule, and that he cannot accredit this to assisting the survey corps in literally any way. when it settles, he’s honestly mortified. and the worst of it all? you’ve probably only interacted a grand total of two times, three if we’re being generous.

the feeling of levi’s presence is hard to miss, let it be from across the dining hall, or in close quarters, both of which levi will ensure that you become mindlessly accustomed to overtime. as aforementioned, levi is adamant about this bond forming naturally so as to prevent himself from digging a deeper hole than he already has, so the introduction of his company in day to day life will be the first steps in making himself known to you. of course, you already know him, all of the soldiers do, but you’ll find that he is just everywhere, and in particular, everywhere that you are. there is no shortage of his lingering presence; you see him often, more often than someone of your rank should. and it gets to be awfully concerning when your recurrent rendezvous with the man take a gradual turn from fortuitous close-shoulder proximity in the mandatory meetings, to levi cornering you in the furthest and deserted hallways of the headquarters to ask the most obscure and obscene questions that only someone maintaining close relations to you would know.

this is levi’s (not-so) subtle way of letting you know that he has taken an interest in you, even if you are likely to perceive it as him being a hardass that has spontaneously discovered that he fancies finding fault with and denigrating your performance in the corps. levi is a busy man, but never too busy to miss visiting you in one way or another; and although he prefers to demonstrate acts of service to indicate his affections for you, you two aren’t exactly close enough for that, yet. ironically, levi may find that doing anything for you is a little too forward, it is blatant favoritism at worst, and a telltale sign of his relentless loyalty at best; but his definition of forward is very different considering it wasn’t all that forward when he decided to hold you hostage in his office to do menial tasks simply because he wanted you there. and it isn’t that levi is intentionally acting with such amateur impromptu (although granted, not like he has had much experience to begin with), it’s rather him just being careful. levi has no issue when it comes to being straightforward, but this… this is surely quite different.

you may come to the conclusion that his sudden, awkwardly formal yet somehow equally as intimate interactions with you — given no prior history with one another, not even as fellow soldiers — is because he is too embarrassed to outright admit what he wants; which is you. that he is above pursuing whatever this is with another, let alone someone of (presumably) lower status. but levi isn’t necessarily shy as much as he is hesitant, and ideally, it would be you who initiates. for the same reason he feels beside himself and ashamed, it would ease the guilt if you had wanted him back in the first place, with levi believing that you may need a push in the right direction to do so. but that push is more like a shove… off a cliff, because it doesn’t even so much as cross your mind that these are levi’s questionable ways of romantic advancement, and not him attempting to intimidate you into woefully resigning from the military.

and when levi ascertains that he has to be the one to do something, he will. it wasn’t that levi was apprehensive out of fear, nor daunted by the notion itself (… like have you seen this man’s initiative statistics), it is just that it would have been for the best had you played along in the first place. to placate levi’s longing for something, anything, from you in return to give the illusion that his valiant efforts weren’t all for naught, he may have even been pleased, regardless of the fact he can see right through you. but you don’t, because you aren’t stupid enough to give yourself to him, and now that he’s been so kind as to give you a chance, you won’t be getting it again. he’ll be curt as all hell, terse with his wants, and unabashed about his desires; but it isn’t quite what you’re used to.

if i were to describe the connection you hold with yandere levi, it would actually be intimate. perhaps not in the traditional sense: physical, emotional, or other, but in the way that levi feels safe, something he hopes you feel with him as well. that he is free to express the innermost dark and delicate thoughts of his subconscious and as himself as humanity's strongest and levi ackerman— to you, as his confidant, as his comrade, and as his lover. real, genuine and authentic intimacy is something that levi has never had the fortune of experiencing. but once he has, he can’t get enough. let it be known that i feel that levi wouldn’t refer to you with typical terms of endearment, as they still remain rather foreign and ambiguous to him, but also because words alone don’t even come close to expressing the extremity of his feelings. he can just show you, if you let him.

levi may be a man who sustains exceptional self-awareness, however, he is a bit thick-headed when it comes to why he loves this way. it is… depraved to say the least, and while he fully understands that the process of falling and being in love is only natural, which he has reluctantly come to terms with now given his current situation, he just can’t place a finger as to why it has to be this way. his behaviors are susceptible to going unnoticed for an alarming amount of time by those around him, even the veteran soldiers who have come to know him for years; save for erwin who is far too sharp and perceptively nosy for his own good, and hange who is pertinaciously attentive as ever. it matters not in the end, as levi won’t be taking advice from them anyway. as exhausting as it may be to varnish over and conceal his deranged approach to love in the eyes of the public, there are only a handful of people that he owes such pleasantries to; and should a cadet have the gall to address him, levi will see to it that there will be no repetition of such daft inquiries following in their footsteps. but he prides himself in the fact that he is greatly disciplined, his self-restraint and intellectual control are unmatched, and it is a blessing that levi can regulate his emotions with the stability that he does, because by god, you would never know peace otherwise.

only partially have i discussed the manipulative potential that levi has (and already possesses) but not as detailed, nor thorough, as i am about to now. this man will drive you up a fucking wall. you can kick and scream, yell until your voice goes hoarse and berate levi to your heart's content, but he won’t budge. you’ll only be met with a blank stare. and it’s honestly terrifying, you’ll find that some reaction, any reaction; angry, sad, hurt, and what have you, is better than nothing at all. the silence after is what kills you, and it does well to remind you of where you stand. he won’t give you the reaction you so desperately wish to see to soothe the nerves that flare when levi goes dead quiet. but he has no reason to paint himself in any bad light, levi has done nothing but good for you, and this is how he is reimbursed?

levi can cope with a darling that detests him, it most certainly will get under his skin, but he’ll live. specifically because he knows that you never asked to be put in a position that you were, one where there is no way out. because levi knows that if what was left of humanity had fallen, obliterated and defeated by the titans as everyone had once feared, you would leave him without a second thought or even sparing a farewell. and as understanding as he is of the unfortunate circumstances (for you) and the wonderful situation (for him), there is no ounce of empathy or pity that could ever topple levi’s hunger to have you. but he is possessive through and through. your love is irreplaceable, priceless even, but it is merely a perk to having you.

thus, levi doesn’t fret when it comes to getting you to love him, though that isn’t to say he disregards the endeavor entirely. he is eerily forbearing, with the patience of a saint and all the time in the world, levi is nothing if not restrained. be it a day, a month, a year, thirteen years, levi can wait because your submission is bound to overcome any sort of resistance you have left. you are the prettiest when you cave in, give in, and although almost as pleasant, your love cannot compare to your compliance, to your acceptance. that isn’t to say levi won’t try, he wants you to like him, but he acknowledges that learning to love him as he does you will take more time, and he can wait.

levi is a slow burn yandere to the end, and if you think you can best him in the long game, you have another thing coming. at the height of his infatuation, back to the very beginning, you may have found yourself maddened and infuriated to your wits’ end by his constant presence, but he has always been the one person to take such tender care of you; to the point it would be almost strange if he had so suddenly stopped. and when the battle of heaven and earth had become the last calamity to finally break you, you stop fighting him. you’ve only one another left, and levi is all yours, always has been, always will be, and maybe you’ll accept that you really are his.

[cats-closet]

So once again random poly erasermic headcanon for cat quirk darling. This is inspired by my own cat when I trimmed her nail it made me wonder how that would translate to a person with a cat quirk. I had written out a whole explanation of how I thought the claws would translate to a human hand but let's be honest no one wants to hear that so I'll jump to what we're all here for.

I imagine at least Aizawa had considered that they might have to forcibly trim your nails after 'rehoming' you but the need didn't arise until you actually scratched one of them.

Maybe it was intentional maybe not but either way I imagine within a few hours after the incident you're approached by both of them and they announce what's going to happen. Your nails are getting trimmed one way or another and it'll either be an easy or forceful process.

I guess depending on your choice it'll go one of two ways. You could comply and one of them would grab your hands and (kinda humiliatingly) gently squeeze your fingies to expand the claws and carefully clip them. It would proooobably be Aizawa trimming your nails (claws?) while Hizashi coos at you for being so good :((( if you let him he'd probably pat your head too and once Aizawa finishes he also plants a couple solid pats on top of your head:(((( your ears probably react so cutely too just by the nature of being cat ears.

Oh my god and if Aizawa somehow manages to fuck up and cut too far and ends up catching the quick they'd feel sooooooo bad:'(((((( obviously, that would hurt very bad and start rapidly bleeding, instinctively you retract your hand and hold it to yourself wincing:((((((( Hizashi jumps to comfort you wrapping his arm around your back while trying to gently coax you to give them your hand so they can perform first aid, even if your hesitant they wouldn't be mad cause they know this probably hurts a lot (it does) and it's harder to be rational in situations like this:'''(((((

Depending on your pain tolerance there's a very good chance you're crying and whimpering and they feel SOOOO BAD (as they should tbh). I think Hizashi applies a little styptic powder (it's for stuff like this to stop bleeding) and wraps a little bandage around the finger (giving a soft kiss to the finger if you let him). During this Aizawa has a hand on either your shoulder or head and gently apologizes for his mistake, you're probably not paying the most attention to the things being said to you but you do hear it lmao.

They definitely make it up to you somehow probably in a manner specific to you. Something like your favorite meal you haven't had in a while or some new stuff (within reason) you've expressed interest in. They both probably say sorry a couple more times since you were so obedient and they still hurt you.

If you're,,, not obedient however,,,,

Depending on your history Aizawa probs expected you to put up a fight. Having someone else force trim your nails is embarrassing enough but these clowns???? No way you were not gonna let them. Hizashi is disappointed but it's not a very long struggle to get you under control. It's two grown pro hero men what did you expect.

You might have gotten some good scratches or even bites in but eventually, Aizawa is able to get behind and grab both your wrists, holding them out in front of you for Hizashi to handle trimming. This is far from an ideal situation since even though you're tired, you can still do many things to struggle. Simply curling your hands into fists, trying to turn and bite Aizawa, and just struggling as an action will make it much harder for Hizashi to be careful when trimming your nails to not actually cut any flesh.

In this scenario where you're fighting tooth and nail, you're almost guaranteed to get hurt. When he inevitably cuts your finger or the quick of your nail and you cry out trying to pull back on yourself, they feel much less bad. As expected they definitely blame you for this, if you hadn't struggled you wouldn't have gotten hurt but they still feel sympathetic.

They probably have to force the first-aid again but aren't as understanding of any resistance, by this point they're also getting tired and annoyed with your behavior. Once Hizashi is able to wrestle the injured hand from you and apply treatment they probably punish you still for being so insubordinate.

It's probably nothing serious, just locking you in your room without entertainment though you probably still get dinner brought to you.

Overall,,,,,,,, they're kinda annoying tbh

For such a silly concept this post was wayyy longer than expected, I'm kinda just spitting out my thots all the time so it's never given any quality control

[ectoplasmic-entity]

Could you do alphabet sfw of dark danny, since you did a nsfw one?

Oh, hah, I actually didn't do a nsfw alphabet, a past anon brought it up and I'd said I might do it one day. Unless you're thinking of someone else who did it? Although, if someone's willing to throw me a bone... 👀

SFW Alphabet Template

Dan Phantom SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Not super affectionate, in public that is. The less people are around, the more he'll shower his partner with it. He doesn't have a reason for it, in his mind anyway, Dan feels like it's the equivalent of stripping naked in public. He doesn't like being seen as soft and vulnerable. He doesn't voice out affection a lot, and as hesitant as he may be, he prefers the physical aspects. The longer he's with a partner, the less reserved he becomes. He prefers having his partner in his sight, within reach so he can pull them close. He feels the need to have his hand on them somewhere, usually on their side, shoulder, or even hip. He'll give quick kisses, nuzzles, and nibbles anywhere on their upper body. He of course, takes more time to shower his partner in private, sometimes in a painstakingly slow manner just to keep them close for a little longer.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Dan would basically be like that troubled kid your parents would warn you to stay away from. He's done a lot of questionable shit, in the same vein, it's because its fuelled by trauma and he doesn't know when to stop. If he actually likes someone, they've earned themselves a mostly dependable friend. He knows the ins and outs of the shadier parts of the Zone, knows where to get the "good" stuff, can be protective at times, gives from downright bad advice to some wise words in the silver lining. Dan will take interest in someone if they've shown that they're not afraid of him, and will watch from afar for a while.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Dan hates admitting it, but he is clingy. Particularly in instances when he and a partner have time to rest and have breathing room. And he wants them all to himself for a bit. His favourite manner of cuddling is having them sitting on his lap while he holds them close - just having someone on top of him no matter what position. Or, if they're laying down, his partner will curl into his side and he will drape himself over them.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Is it still on the table after laying waste to the entire planet over the course of a decade? Dan supposes he wouldn't mind some quiet and solitude with his partner. He's never "ran" a household, but he does like to cook on occasion to bring him out of a bad funk.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Dan has attachment issues, breaking up with his partner would be emotionally taxing. He'll become standoffish and hide away for a little while. Eventually, it comes to a head when his partner asks him what's the issue, he rationalizes himself it's like ripping the bandaid off. Once it's done and done, he'll clam up tight to try to control his emotions.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Sure, he might fuck around a lot. But once Dan has someone he genuinely likes and wants to stay with, all of his focus will be on them. No desire to get married at all, just being with his partner is enough for Dan.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Once he gradually eases himself into getting comfortable with affection and intimacy, Dan is surprisingly gentle. He wants it to feel good, so he'd rather not hurt his partner by accident (unless they asked him to). Emotionally, well, he's not great with them. He can try as best as he can.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Dan's really awkward about hugging. Most of the time, he doesn't initiate them. When he does, he does his best to not accidentally crush his partner / the other individual. His hugs go from one armed to a bear hug, but supernaturally enhanced.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Probably never. Dan cannot physically bring himself to say the words. In his mind, he knows he loves his partner. He prefers to express in other ways that don't require speaking.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Honestly, Dan's not the type to get jealous. He might be suspicious on occasion, but he trusts his partner. He may declare his partner as "his" on occasion, but nothing more.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Firm but passionate, he's had some practice 😉 Soft when he's in a mellow mood. Anywhere his partner lets him, although Dan's favourite body part to kiss is the neck. He enjoys being kissed on the chest, oh, and on the lips of course, he wants to get a good taste of his partner too.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Kind of awkward to be frank. Not overly paternal and more likely to treat them as a younger sibling than as his own child. He will be protective and make sure they know how to take care of themselves when they're older. Sometimes a child is inexplicably drawn to him, but Dan puts up with it since he doesn't mind it, much.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Slow and lazy, filled with a lot of sleepy mumbling and cuddling and nuzzling in bed. Most times, Dan gets up before his partner does. He doesn't have a consistent morning routine and will follow along with whatever his partner does.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights out when the sky's clear enough to see the stars. It's like a whole other reality to Dan, he finds it quiet compared to his daily activities. Exploring the depths of the Ghost Zone, there's all sorts of strange places no ghost has been before Dan discovered them. Back home, it's unwinding until the evening bleeds into night, sometimes it's having some "fun" with his partner 😉

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Dan's not the best with his emotions, certain ones coupled with trauma is too much for him. He will take a while, sometimes even longer than necessary, to open up. It usually takes a fair bit of prodding from his partner, along with the idea planted in his mind that he shouldn't be holding it all in. Over the course of however many days, Dan will slowly speak about whatever's bothering him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Surprisingly patient, Dan will tolerate a lot because he's had so much thrown at him, it slides off of him easily. However, there will come a time when his patience will wear thin.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He always remembers his favourite things about his partner, and mentions them frequently.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The fact that he even has a partner at all. He wants the feeling to last for as long as he can.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Quite protective, even if his partner can fight for themselves, and especially if they get hurt. Dan will hover over them for a period of time until they're back on their feet, and sometimes he'll go out and take care of the culprits himself. Dan doesn't need much protection himself, he's not the most powerful ghost for nothing.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Not a whole lot, since to ghosts, those kinds of things are arbitrary. Dan always remembers his partner's birthday if they're human, he just does. One of those small details. Since Dan also goes exploring the Zone a lot, he's always bringing something back for his partner.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Hiding his troubles, to the point his emotions implode. It... gets pretty distressing for both Dan and his partner. He has a bad habit of physically hiding away too. Lashes out when angry, he tries to redirect it away from his partner and somewhere else.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not particularly. The most Dan worries about is his hair.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes 🥲 He doesn't want to be left alone again.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

When the opportunity comes up, Dan loves taking a dip in the Ghost Zone's natural hot springs. To kick back and "relax", especially if his partner comes along~

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Dan doesn't like people who are too weak willed, or just can't handle his intensity. The life of a ghost isn't a walk in the park. He doesn't like bad hygiene either, odd as it may be for him since he's killed people. The thing is, he always cleans himself up afterwards.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Dan doesn't actually sleep. He can't, the darkest depths of his mind will rise up and torment him. That and ghosts don't necessarily need sleep, it's optional if they want to recharge ecto-energy. He watches his partner sleep through the night, since, well, what else is there to do? Dan almost always big spoons his partner.

[scalproie]

there is something really weird in mk12 about the disconnect between kuai liang and his role as scorpion

He is called feisty. Raiden goes to him so he can help him "stoke the fire" of rage. Such traits you expect from good old scorpion, as he should be and IS the angry revenge-driven fire wraith/ninja/whatever

But if you ignore all that's said and actually look at kuai liang... he is not angry or rageful, and couldnt be any less feisty, the only thing feisty about him is his ability to control flames. He is not revenge-driven, even after being scarred physically and emotionally by bi-han, he doesnt kill him, he knocks him out and carries him away so he cant help out the deadly alliance, all in a logical manner (but also its so unemotional on his part Im willing to bet it's not even smth the writers planned to write him as, it just happened bc they didnt know how to write him in a compelling way). He is rational and patient, you could even call him passive and reactionary. That's not scorpion-like, whose impulsiveness has been an established part of his character for quite a while now, that's more like sub zero. Because for the better part of 30 years, kuai liang has been sub zero

edit: after careful re-watch, my former point no really longer stand, he did very much try to kill bi-han after the reveal he let their father die. But even then, if I may... that vengeance streak doesnt really last long now does it?

I know bi-han being back as the main carrier of the sub zero mantle has rekindled some debates over who the best sub zero is between the two brothers but that just goes to show: BOTH are sub zero.

So having a sub zero being casted in the role scorpion, as both characters are POLAR (eh) OPPOSITES of each other, you end up with a weird hybrid in the middle who is neither one nor the other. In the previous timelines, scorpion starts things, kuai liang reacts as either tundra or sub zero.

Kuai liang took pride in being lin kuei, he's been called the redeemer by previous games and that's really what he is! He fights FOR the lin kuei and steers it into the right direction. Here in mk12 he just... leaves the clan. As soon as it goes toward evil. He wants to restore its honor but he leaves it to be corrupted in the first place. He doesnt fight for it to stay good. It almost reads as if he has no pride for it if he's ready to let its name be tarnished so easily after YEARS of tradition and services toward the forces of good. Did he had no ideals for the clan growing up? Did his father always hyped up bi-han as the next grandmaster? Then why didnt kuai liang also had absolute loyalty for his brother no matter what his decisions are?

No he goes to make a new clan, and why? Well that's only because scorpion is not associated with the lin kuei, but the shirai ryu. In fact, everything that happens to kuai liang doesnt happen because of who kuai liang is, it happens because IT HAS to happen because he's scorpion.

As much as the writers (through liu kang) tells us that "in this new timeline, everyone can choose their destiny" in the opening, kuai liang's character is shackled by being scorpion. If he didnt had to follow the Scorpion Staples(tm) of being a shirai ryu grandmaster married to harumi, he wouldnt abandon his clan and get with harumi (a character he never had history with once, and no, his ending telling us that they were "childhood friends" doesnt count. It feels extremely forced and comes from nowhere) to form a new clan when he could just fight his brother for the legacy and pride of the clan in the first place.

BESIDES. If harumi already had a clan she was the grandmaster of, why did kuai liang renamed it to something else instead? What was that clan's name that kuai, an outsider, decided to overwrite? It makes it look like he married her for influence and the power to go toe-to-toe against bi-han and his lin kuei. But hey. Its okay because he named it after harumi's new last name that cannot possibly work in the canon where she's with hanzo because there, the shirai ryu has been around for hundred of years before her.

Listen, I was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt for Kuai!Scorpion, hell I even called out the lin kuei/shirai ryu rift happening at one point bc it was SO OBVIOUSLY happening. But now that it's out and I see how they handled it. Man I really really REALLY dont like how easily you can see the seams of this narrative, and how clearly it makes everything related to it worse.

[accio-victuuri]

this is the text version of his recent fox factory interview video ( via sohu.com ) 🎤

Xiao Zhan shared recent happy events and praised netizens for their excellent interpretation of "Yu Gu Yao"

Xiao Zhan's perception and control can still be seen in the character Shiying. After reading through the script, the key word of the character that flashed in his mind was "listener", which is perception; enriching the character's history for Shiying and designing action details that are not in the script are in the control of the actor.

He felt that replays should be taken 200% seriously. The same is true for the famous scenes of Xinghai Yunting and Ten Thousand Tribulations Hell in "Yu Gu Yao". He also advocates integrating the character's nature and experience into the character's words and deeds, and believes that the rationality of the interpretation is very important, but the most important thing is to ensure that the state of acting is comfortable. "If the actors themselves are uncomfortable acting, no matter how much design you do, it will actually be useless."

After the show was broadcast, he received a lot of comments from the audience, including in-depth interpretations of the plot and characters. In Xiao Zhan's view, these interpretations and comments come from the audience who like the series from the bottom of their hearts, and receiving their opinions is also an inspiration for the actors.

Conversation with Xiao Zhan: Recently, I mainly take classes and don’t have much time to go surfing

Sohu Entertainment: Want to know why you chose "Yu Gu Yao" among a bunch of scripts?

Xiao Zhan: Because it is different from some scripts I have read before. All the plots in it are very reasonable, very smooth, everyone is a part of all living beings, everyone has only this chance in life, so every choice you make, every thing you experience is more precious .

Sohu Entertainment: What is the scene you most want to shoot after reading the script?

Xiao Zhan: Of course, what I look forward to the most is the hell of ten thousand calamities. I want to take off the robes of God, and then I want to be a mortal again.

Sohu Entertainment: Is it the scene of taking off the robe?

Xiao Zhan: Right.

Sohu Entertainment: I haven't seen it yet. Why do you want to shoot that scene the most?

Xiao Zhan: Because there is a lot of room for imagination, I want to know what it will look like when it is shot, and how its special effects will be presented in the end.

Sohu Entertainment: Have you watched it?

Xiao Zhan: Of course I have seen it, I dubbed it myself.

Sohu Entertainment: I feel that you have a very good manner in the costume dramas. I think you are hanging on the wire. If someone is hanging on the wire, just go up. If you step on the air twice, you will feel that you are really there. you know how to fly. Is it your own way of handling ancient costumes and manners?

Xiao Zhan: I think this is due to our martial arts teacher, who teaches well.

Sohu Entertainment: You still have that series of movements of turning around, hiding Zhu Yan in your sleeves and then saluting.

Xiao Zhan: It seems that we discussed it with the director on the set. Because the script only said to hide Zhu Yan in the sleeve, but it didn’t tell you whether you want to rotate or what, and then I just wore clothes, and I said I’ll try it, is there a way? , it is both beautiful and neat, and it is also in line with the beauty and aesthetics. It has the beauty in the sleeves, so we tried this one.

Sohu Entertainment: Flowing clouds and flowing water, it seems that you designed it yourself, and there are those who take a scroll and click on the air to say "don't flatter", it seems that you designed it yourself.

Xiao Zhan: Yes, it definitely is.

Sohu Entertainment: You said that Shiying is a listener. I want to know if this is a positioning of yourself in the performance after you understand the characters in the early stage, or is it something you have explored bit by bit?

Xiao Zhan: Actually, when I read the script, a keyword flashed in my mind. He rarely talks about his inner feelings. He is more of a role of a very reliable listener.

Sohu Entertainment: When writing a character, the screenwriter will write a biography of the character. I wonder if you will form your own, similar to the biography of the character?

Xiao Zhan: Yes, the biography I wrote is actually about Shiying, he left the imperial palace when he was a child, and then went to Jiuyi Mountain, and spent the years on the mountain by himself. Because there is no explanation in the script, so I wrote about how he spent this time on the mountain.

Sohu Entertainment: Is it the kind of enriching the history of the character, not the generalization of the character?

Xiao Zhan: Maybe everyone's way is different. For "Yuguyao", my method is to make up for some lack in the script that are not described, so that I can better understand this character. According to different scripts and different characters, we will make some different adjustments.

Sohu Entertainment: Some netizens have interpreted that it is because Da Si Ming called you Yinger, and then you may have never been a master, so you just learned the way of Da Si Ming.

Xiao Zhan: It makes sense, maybe this is the reason. In fact, sometimes I really admire them. A lot of what they wrote really touched my heart.

Sohu Entertainment: Because your performance has been picked up by everyone, it means you performed well.

Xiao Zhan: Thank you.

Sohu Entertainment: Do you know what is the big house that everyone dreams of now?

Xiao Zhan: Big house, what is it?

So hu Entertainment: It's your sleeve. Do you have something to say to your friends who want to make a home in Time Shadow's sleeve?

Xiao Zhan: This clothes can also be washed, what should I do if it gets wet?

Sohu Entertainment: I can come out for a while and let others stay for a while. Do you have air conditioning in your big sleeves, we are really hot.

Xiao Zhan: I probably don’t know about this, so I have to ask Xiao Zhu Zhu.

Sohu Entertainment: After watching the behind the scenes, I realized that you designed the scene where Zhu Yan got drunk, so you taught him how to pull your sleeves and so on.

Xiao Zhan: In fact, it was not designed by me. It was actually a result of everyone's joint discussion. She can add some of the wildness of the princess from the west, or the kind of freedom and wantonness in it, don't be too obedient. So I thought about what it would be like for her to be drunk and crazy, and then I discussed it with Xiao Min on the spot. She also thought it was ok, and the most important thing is that she herself is comfortable. If the actor herself is not comfortable acting, No matter how much design you do, it is actually useless.

Sohu Entertainment: Episode 35 has the famous scene of Xinghai Yunting, absolutely, I have already watched that part in advance, because I went to watch the drama in advance, and after I saw it, I immediately sent a text message to my friend, The thirty-fifth episode of Xiao Zhan's acting skills is a godsend, you must watch it. It turned out that you actually said something to the director during the filming of the sideshow, your tears fell too early, and then you had to change it.

Xiao Zhan: Because of the heavy scene, we must treat it 200%, because it gives Shiying very few lines. At this time, I just want to see if my beloved is sad for me, if she is for me When I am sad, I am happy.

Sohu Entertainment: I read that there is a passage in the original book, that is, there is a faint smile in the eyes.

Xiao Zhan: The screenwriter will feel that it hurts the design, isn't this intentionally abusing Xiao Zhuzhu? But I think that only in this way can Shiying be a very lively person. We discussed this bridge for a long time, for a few days. Then in the end the director also felt that it was ok, so we followed this method, and there was the last paragraph. The last paragraph is actually just two sentences. Will you be sad when I die? Will it be more sad than when that person died? Actually It's short, so it's more stressful for me. Because your words are few, but you have to add emotion. When I looked at the monitor for the first two, I felt that the emotions were released too early, because in fact, you should be in sync with the audience at this time, and the audience doesn’t know how Zhu Yan will answer you, so you can’t advance emotions, so I told the director that we have another one, and I said that tears are too early, and I should cry after I get the answer.

Sohu Entertainment: Thank you, let me say thank you Xiao Zhan, for letting me see the famous scene. The scene of taking off the god robe is to be hanged in the air to be tortured. I wonder if this is the most difficult torture scene in the drama?

Xiao Zhan: Yes, it is very difficult, because it requires cooperation in all aspects, such as photography, lighting, props, and all aspects, because it requires me to hang up. If he didn't give me strength, my hands would be fake and float in the air, so he tied my hands up for a while, and then I asked them to lift them up and bring them to me. Hurry, your hands should have been worn out at the time, but when you were acting, you didn’t think about it at all. Your body was also going through an uncomfortable process like this, and your emotions happened to be in the same place. It's a very sad emotion, so the two of them just merged together, but it was a very correct scene. I really didn't think about whether my hands hurt or my feet hurt. I remember the director told me that you must imagine that the lightning is introduced from your hand to your body. I want to say, this is too difficult, and I have never been shocked, what should I do. It is reasonable to say that the current is drawn first, and there must be a perception in the hand and then to the body.

Sohu Entertainment: Did you know that when you were tortured in pain and blended into the emotions of the characters, the extras all lay down and watched you?

Xiao Zhan: Ah really?

Sohu Entertainment: What kind of props might they want to control.

Xiao Zhan: I really didn’t pay attention.

Sohu Entertainment: Mom, today I lay down and watched Xiao Zhan act. "Yuguyao" also used the original sound, and then you changed into a little white beast, and after changing into Hakimi, you also changed your voice.

Xiao Zhan: There is no such misunderstanding, I did not change, I did not change the voice line.

Sohu Entertainment: You have become cute.

Xiao Zhan: Well, this is still my own voice.

Sohu Entertainment: It just became cute.

Xiao Zhan: Thank you little white beast, thank you for making me cute.

Sohu Entertainment: After the Great Shenlong came out, everyone was talking about what to do. Our Kongsang seemed to be doomed, so we used Hakimi to compare the Great Shenlong.

Xiao Zhan: It won't be over, it won't be over, how can it be over when there is a time.

Sohu Entertainment: If you want to walk on the bridge of chaotic heart now, and you have to share a happy thing about you recently to cross the bridge, what would you share?

Xiao Zhan: "Yuguyao" is finally aired, and this happy bridge can extend directly from the head of the bridge to the end of the bridge

Sohu Entertainment: Seeing that everyone likes "Yuguyao" so much?

Xiao Zhan: It directly pierced the bridge of the heart, right?

Sohu Entertainment: For the first episode "Where Dreams Begin", the video of primary school students making friends shocked the whole Internet. I want to know if you have any jokes?

Xiao Zhan: Yes, I was laughing all the time during the filming, the three of us laughed non-stop, and I filmed three times, twice.

Sohu Entertainment: Very professional.

Xiao Zhan: Anyway, it’s just for fun.

Sohu Entertainment: I look forward to seeing you bring us such an explosive publicity method again, and we must continue to work hard next time. It feels like your surfing speed will keep up during the broadcast.

Xiao Zhan: Recently, I mainly take classes, and I don’t have much time to go surfing.

Sohu Entertainment: Then I will test you. Do you know what it is, the bone of "Yu Gu Yao".

Xiao Zhan: That’s the literal meaning, isn’t it.

Sohu Entertainment: I want to ask if you have picked up any new memes?

Xiao Zhan: There are no new memes, as I just said, I saw some netizens wrote their own understanding of "Yu Guyao", just like when "Meng Hai" was broadcast before, everyone had their own understanding . I think I really like watching this kind of stuff, because I think it will inspire me. I like this drama from the bottom of my heart, I like this plot, I like this character, I think it is very interesting.

Sohu Entertainment: I will post 10 when I go back today.

-END.

[stranger-rants]

Woof okay I saw a post pointing out that Max basically controls Billy's life in a sense (it was part of a bigger point) but now I can't stop thinking about it bc its true?? Like even if Max doesn't know Neil hits Billy, she for sure knows Billy gets in trouble bc of her and knows Billy always gets lumped with looking after her, taking her places, being responsible for her, ect. Like if she says 'I want to stay after school for club' you sure as shit know Billy is 'on call' until then and can't do anything until his responsibility to cart her around is complete.

And she knows she gets Billy in trouble sneaking out n doing stuff n being late for curfews like and she still does it and she's a kid and probably doesn't connect/care about that but at the same time it also makes perfect sense why Billy's always so annoyed with her, because she's someone who could have been his friend, could have been on the same level as him, but Neil took that away by putting Max above Billy. Neil made it so Billy literally has nobody in his life he's not submissive to in the sense that they control his life and I'm 😩

(And I don't like Max but it is also really sad that Max probably just thinks Billy gets grounded and she's a kid so she's probably like 'well he's an asshole so who cares if he can't go out on the weekend' but we know what actually happens. We know its not what she thinks and I do think if she found out the full extent she'd think about all the times she's gotten Billy in trouble and it'd be so horrible for her :( )

The dynamic between Billy and Max is informed by Neil’s abuse. He has intentionally created an environment where both Billy and Max can’t trust each other - Max, because Billy threatens her when she falls out of line and Billy, because he’s beaten when Max falls out of line. That said, it’s important to not lose the nuance of that situation. Both Billy and Max try to regain control over their lives in different ways but ultimately they’re powerless when it comes to the chokehold Neil has over the family.

While Runaway Max isn’t canon canon, it does indicate that Max knows Billy is being abused. The “problem” is that Billy pushes her away when she tries to help and Max is traumatized by the fact that her mother seems to be pretending it’s not happening. That’s still within the realm of possibility for TV canon. Max is a child. She’s growing up in a home where violence is normalized, especially punishment for behavior and Billy has certainly done a lot “wrong.” Even if she knew, she could rationalize it because that’s what the adults do.

I’m not saying this to villainize Max, either. It’s possible Billy doesn’t fully comprehend that the way his dad treats him is wrong. He has all of this trauma, though, that he’s not handling well and he’s taken some of that out on Max, which he may rationalize as okay because that’s how the adults around him handle their anger. This isn’t to say either Max or Billy are like their parents or doomed to turn into them, but rather they are trapped in this unhealthy, antagonistic environment where their parents model what not to do on a daily basis.

It’s why even if Billy had the chance to recover, I think it would be helpful for Billy and Max to spend time apart during that recovery period until they were both in a better place to work on their sibling relationship and if they chose not to be in each other’s lives instead, I would not fault them for it. Abuse is disorienting. It’s hard for either of them to act in a rational manner, even if they know their behavior will lead to harm. I can’t fault them for trying to take a little bit of power back even if they know it hurts the other, though I can expect better.

[fluffansmut-old]

Lean on me

Summary: Steve is too busy taking care of everyone else to remember to take care of himself. Luckily Eddie shows up just when it all becomes way to much.

Content warnings: hurt/comfort, trauma, nightmares, flashbacks, friends to lovers-ish.

Word count: 3966

Ao3 | masterlist

Steve’s mental list of things to do was endless.

It flooded his mind and caused it to start spinning in a way that was impossible to stop, hence why Steve night after night tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep, trying to remember everything that he had to do.

This particular night, the list began with Dustin.

He needed to take Dustin to school, because Claudia's work schedule really wasn’t compatible at all and she wasn't comfortable with letting Dustin bike his way through town with all that had happened.

Steve also needed to look through the schedule at work to see if he could take some of Robins shifts since she confided in him that she could use a break, she really had been having a hard time since they came back from the upside down.

He needed to check in with the hospital about Max’s future discharge date, and the eventually changes that her home would need to accommodate to the state she was in at the moment, unfortunately he didn’t trust Susan Mayfield to ask these kinds of questions.

He also made mental notes to check in with a lot of people, at the top of the list was Lucas, who was processing a lot, trying to find a new normal with Max. Then came Nancy, who made the decision to break up with Jonathan and now felt bad about it even though it was the right decision.

Then there was the other end of the break up that was harder to keep an eye on, so he needed to check in with Joyce, to ask her to keep a watchful eye over Jonathan, cause Steve had seen him a while ago and he had a slumped expression and the reddest eyes he’d ever seen.

Steve couldn’t really tell if it was from weed or because he had been crying, but he guessed that it was a bit of both. He also needed to make sure to ask if he could help her with anything, cause he knew that she counted on Jonathan for a bunch of things and he really wasn’t in a helpful state of mind at the moment, and Steve didn’t want Joyce to feel overwhelmed.

Also whilst he had Joyce on the line he wanted to hear about how Will was, cause Dustin had mentioned that Will was acting kind of odd when they all were hanging out lately.

Steve remembered the conversation he and Dustin had the other day:

“ How were the boys?” Steve had asked Dustin as he hopped into the car outside the Wheeler house.

“They were good… I guess.” Dustin answered and Steve immediately picked up on the uncertainty of the answer and his brain had gone into panic instantly.

“What's wrong?” He asked, masking the panic that was already making his palms sweaty as he gripped the steering wheel.

“It’s just Will..” Dustin began but before he could finish images of Will under the mindflayers control popped up in Steve’s memory which made his heart pound impossibly faster.

“What about him, is he okay?!” Steve asked before he gave himself the chance to think rationally about it.

“Chill out dude,”Dustin said, shooting Steve a confused glare. “He’s fine, just acting weird, like not when its just him and me, then he’s the usual Will that we all know and love you know but its like… I think that he had a fight with Mike or something and its not totally resolved, cause he got really awkward around Mike, like he didn’t know how to act… Can you talk to him Steve?”

Steve had added that to his mental to do list right then and there;

Check in on Will (and find out if he has a crush on Mike Wheeler)

Another one that Steve wanted to check on was Munson, who’s name had been cleared with some help from Hopper, but who still got around town in a weary manner, hoping that not too many people would still view him as a murderer. Let's just say, Eddie kept a low profile. Which meant that no one in the party had heard from him in a couple of days.

That didn’t sit well with Steve, so many different things could happen to him during that time, it made him worry, probably an excessive amount, but who could blame you when it was over a friend who nearly died a few months ago.

Steve had visited Eddie 3 times a week during the time he recovered from his bat bites and had in that time grown strangely fond of the metal head and his antics.

He missed it, the way he could…relax around Eddie was different. He had this aura that sort of made Steve feel safe in his presence.

Steve didn’t know why he felt like that around him and that was why he wasn’t vocal about it.

The alarm clock woke him with a bang at 7:20 am. He had only fallen asleep 2 hours prior and was tired to say the least.

“Fucking hell” he murmured as he opened his eyes and saw the time.

He had the morning shift at 8 and had to give Dustin a ride before that so he was running positively late. Steve threw himself out of bed and shoved the first available pair of pants on whilst simultaneously looking around his bedroom for a shirt.

He was downstairs in record time and was about to head out when he saw the phone in the hallway and remembered that he had to call Robin before she left for school.

He put his jacket on with the phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder.

It rang for about 30 seconds until a high pitched voice picked up.

“Buckley residence”

‘Great.. Robins mom’. Steve thought as cleared his throat.

“Hello Mrs Buckley, its Steve” he said, trying not to sound rushed. “Is Robin there?”

“May I ask which Steve?” The older woman asked and Steve wanted to let out the longest possible groan into the phone, she had met him multiple times, surely she knew who he was.

“Steve Harrington, Robins co-worker” he said, ‘and best friend’ he thought.

“Oh right,” the woman arrogantly replied, “I’ll go fetch Robin.”

The seconds it took for Robin to reach the phone felt like hours to Steve who by then would be late for work.

“Robin?” Steve heard her say and it became clear to him that her mother hadn’t mentioned his name to her.

“Hi, it’s me” he said and heard Robin let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank god, I thought it was my aunt Mildred again, she’s trying to convince me to come live with them this summer and I’m so not up for it.”

“Ouch that’s sounds unpleasant” Steve said, without any idea of just how unpleasant aunt Mildred really was.

“Tell me about it,” Robin said, “What can I do for you this morning?”

“It’s more of what I can do for you” Steve said, “Í’ll cover your shift today, and I want you to talk to Ms. Kelly at school.”

Robin noticed the change in his tone immediately.

“Steve, you really don’t have too,” she began but Steve cut her off.

“I want too, I can see that you need a break Robin, now don’t even try to argue with me.” He said, almost scolding the woman on the other end of the phone.

“Okay Steve, I won’t, but I’m not sure about ms Kelly, I can’t even tell her a fraction about what we went through” Robin said, her voice turning to a hushed whisper, probably to not alarm her mother.

“We both know you have things that you can talk to her about” Steve said.

Robin sighed, defeated, knowing that Steve was right.

“Yeah, I’ll look into it.”

Steve knew he was doing the right thing by covering Robins shift but by his 10th work hour he was ready to pull his hair out of his skull. The stream of customers was never ending and Steve had to deal with everything from people who thought he care for their movie reviews to mothers who choose movies themselves only to return later and tell Steve off for not warning them that the movie wasn’t appropriate for kids even though the label said just that.

Steve was knackered to say the least, so when Keith finally flipped the sign from open to closed then he couldn’t have been out of there quicker.

He threw his bag into the passenger seat and turned the key in the ignition and nothing happened.

“Of course” he muttered, tears of frustration leaked out of the corners of his eyes as he hit the steering wheel, “please work with me.”

After three tries he realized that the car battery was dead and he had no other choice than to walk home.

Steve thought about calling someone that could give him a ride home, but didn’t want to feel like a burden, so he decided against it.

When Steve unlocked the door to the empty house he couldn’t keep the tears in anymore. He felt so tired.

Exhaustion felt like the norm more than anything else.

Every limb in his body felt heavy, the headache sat round his head like a much too small flower crown, nausea came and went almost daily.

But even with all these signs, telling him that he needed to rest, Steve couldn’t.

He was wired up, tense, on watchful duty, all hours of the day.

Steve couldn’t remember a day past November 1983 when he hadn’t felt like this.

It only got worse.

Even though he had been promised that Vecna was defeated and the gate was closed, he couldn’t truly believe it. Things could still change for the worse. After all, it had before.

Steves stomach grumbled as Steve pulled off his jacket and kicked off his shoes. He glanced towards the kitchen, knowing that he should eat something, because the crackers he downed with a glass of water in Keiths office oh so many hours ago wouldn’t cut it.

The problem was the exhaustion, it was draped over him like a wet blanket and he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead he opted for an early night.

Upstairs, he noticed the walkie talkie that Dustin made him get when he started to get involved in all of it, and something in his mind told him to keep it close, just in case any of them needed him.

Steve grabbed it and threw it on the bed before he got out of his work clothes and into pajamas.

He went through his mental list of things to do and cursed at himself for doing so little. It also dawned on him that when the car was dead he couldn’t take Dustin to school tomorrow.

Tears threatened to spill over once again at that realization. How would he solve this?

That thought haunted him until he passed out, only halfway under the covers.

Steves eyes opened and he was back there.

He was held against the wall by the vines, and infront of him were them all, tormented by their worst nightmare. Dustin, Robin, Nancy, Max, Lucas, Will, Mike, Jonathan, Eddie, all shouting with hoarse, panicked desperate voices for Steve, begging him to come save them from the hell that they were enduring.

All whilst a voice that in some ways sounded like Vecna but in other ways sounded like himself, talked to him.

“You enjoy watching them suffer… admit it”

“You’re way too weak to stop anything anyways, so it's just better to let them all perish.”

“You are a sick person Steve Harrington. Watching your friends slowly die”

In the cabin that nowadays housed the two Munson men, a walkie talkie sparked to life in the middle of the night.

Eddie blinked awake almost immediately, cause the sounds coming from it sounded horrifying.

It was short sequences of someone screaming in panic and agony, only for it to be cut off before it reappeared.

Eddie recognised the voice that shouted and whimpered without missing a beat, it was Steve, and something was up with him.

The old truck's engine kicked to life not even five minutes after Eddie had heard the first whimper.

He reached the Harrington house in minutes, finding the door unlocked.

He heard him even though he was on another floor.

“Steve!” He called out, trying to make his presence known.

When he entered the bedroom he saw the man who tossed and turned, his elbow pressing on the button of the walkie talkie.

“Steve, hey, wake up for me,” Eddie said, sitting down on the bed, shaking Steve slightly.

Steve’s eyes shot open and he was shaking like a leaf in between Eddies steady hands who held his upper arms.

He stared at Eddie for a split second as if he recognised him until he seemed to sink into some type of nightmare or flashback again and he ripped himself out of Eddie's grip and threw himself out of the bed grabbing the nailed bat.

Eddie recognised the weapon, he had heard the story about how it came to end up in Steve's possession.

“Steve” Eddie said and took a careful step towards him.

“Don’t” Steve said and tightened his grip on the bat.

”it’s just me, Kay?” Eddie tried to reason. It was like nothing was getting through, Steve was blank behind the eyes, his sole focus was on the monster that he was convinced would bounce on him any second.

“You’re safe Stevie.” The nickname slipped out before Eddie could stop himself. To Eddie it was clear that Steve was having some sort of flashback.

“It’s coming” Steve mumbled, flinching slightly as he heard a branch brushed against his roof. “Gotta keep em safe.”

Eddie realised immediately who he was referring to.

“They are safe, I promise, and you are too.” Eddie reassured. He tried to read Steve’s expression, it still didn’t seem like he truly heard what Eddie said.

Eddie was wrenching his own mind, trying to find a way to bring Steve out of the dreamhaze that he was currently in. The realisation hit him just seconds later, it was dark, the only reason that he saw Steve at all was the soft light from the moon outside.

Eddie moved quickly across the room towards the light switch. The sudden movement made Steve flinch and grip the bat impossibly tighter.

The metalhead sighed at the sight and wished with all his might that the switch of a light would bring him back.

Eddie flipped the switch and waited for the light to flood out of the ceiling lamp. Soon he saw that nothing happened, so he did the rational thing, the same thing Steve had done himself years before at scoops, flipping the switch an insane amount of times, hoping for it to magically turn on.

The noise of the light switch only seemed to make Steve more anxious so Eddie stopped. In the dim light he saw the outright fear in the younger man's eyes and he knew that he had to do something, and knowing it was dangerous he walked towards him.

“Steve, your power has gone out, okay?” He explained. “That’s why it's dark and feels cold.”

Steve blinked a little as to regain focus, but didn’t seem to be all that bothered about Eddie approaching him, so he continued.

“It’s nothing that you have to deal with now okay?” Eddie said. “Wanna go to my cabin?”

Steve wasn’t really all there yet and everything Eddie said wasn’t registering, but he catched that the figure in front of him was Eddie and that he wanted to leave.

Steve figured that it was probably safest for them to leave, so he nodded.

Eddie was thrilled to have Steve give him some sort of response, so he stepped even closer and took a steady grip around the bat in Steve’s hands.

“I can carry this to the car” he said, not bothering to ask, because then Steve could say no.

Steve looked up into the eyes of the slightly older man in front of him and when their eyes met Steve’s teared up. Eddie could tell that he was afraid to let go of the bat, clinging to it like it was his only lifeline.

“The kids” he said, barely audible.

“Hrrm?” Eddie shot back, having not heard exactly what he said.

“Gotta keep em safe” Steve said, moving the bat slightly closer to his body.

“I know, sweetheart” Eddie said, the petname rolling off his tongue in record speed. “I know, but right now we gotta get out of here alright?”

Eddie looked at the teary expression of the man infront of him and hoped that his latest effort would be enough to get Steve moving.

He felt the grip Steve had on the bat that was in both of their hands loosen and took the opportunity to grab it.

“C’mon Stevie” he said with a smile. “Let’s get moving.”

Steve felt like he was walking in a haze, nothing mattered and nothing felt real, but the warm hand on the small of his back felt oddly nice and he never wanted it to be removed from there.

Hence why a slight pout formed on his lips out of habit when he had to get into Eddie’s car.

The heat that flooded from the car, combined with the rocking of Eddie’s slightly wreckless driving and the metal music that streamed out of the speakers, (which Eddie quickly turned down to a low volume.) all woke Steve up a bit and suddenly it all hit him like a truck.

He had not only had another flashback but he had also, somehow, without even realizing it, brought Eddie into the circus, and now made himself into Eddie’s problem.

Now Steve's mind was clouding up with something completely different, his parents and the phrase they used constantly.

“Don’t be a bother Steven”

It was constant, when he had nightmares as a kid, when he needed help or just wanted to talk.

He was constantly made to feel like a burden and a bother.

Right at that moment Steve felt like a burden more than ever.

It was in the middle of the goddamn night and here Eddie was, up,out and driving for no other reason than him.

The sadness that hit him at this realisation was of another kind, it was unstoppable, the guilt he felt was enough to eat him alive.

A heart wrenching sob from the passenger seat almost made Eddie sverve off the road.

“Stevie, what’s the matter?” Eddie said when he regained his control behind the wheel, gently placing a hand on Steve's shoulder.

At first Steve didn’t reply, he simply just sobbed, because of the guilt he already felt and for the worry in Eddie's voice that only spewed on all of this even more.

“I’m sorry” he breathed out as Eddie parked the car outside the cabin he and Wayne lived in.

“For what?” Eddie asked with genuine confusion.

He looked at the younger man with such patience, tucking a loose piece of Steves hair behind his ear in an attempt to read the problem from his expression.

Steve lifted his head and looked at Eddie, as he decided to lay all of his insecurities in the arms of the metal head in front of him.

“I dunno what to do anymore” he mumbled.

Eddie held back a gasp when he saw just how distraught Steve looked. The never ending stream of tears combined with the red, sleepless eyes and the posture that made the man in front of him seem so goddamn small.

“Sweetheart, lets go inside and talk yeah?” Eddie said, and quickly got out the car, opening up Steve's door for him.

“Your uncle?” Steve asked, not wanting to bother another person.

“He’s at work.” Eddie reassured, “just you and me, big boy.”

Eddie could see the small smile that formed on Steve's lips at the nickname, despite the tears.

Inside Eddie led Steve to the couch and had him sit down whilst he got him a cup of water.

He felt Steve’s eyes on him at all times, he glanced at him, flashing a reassuring smile, the younger one on the sofa was softly sniffling, alternating between wiping tears away and fiddling with his own fingers.

Eddie handed Steve the glass of cold water and watched as it shook in his trembling hands.

“Carefully there honey” he said and rested his ring clad fingers on the bottom of the glass.

Steve gulped down the glass, hoping that the water would sooth his headache. He also found that his stomach fluttered and his cheek blushed with each passing nickname.

“Now Stevie, what do you need?” Eddie said after the glass was put on the coffee table to be forgotten about.

This set off another round of sobs within Steve, because the simple answer was, for someone to ask that exact question.

Steve didn’t know exactly how to reply, his already badly upheld facade crumbled completely at the question. Steve's body shook with sob, he wrapped his own trembling arms around himself, hiding his face in the front of his hoodie, trying to find a way to calm himself enough to answer the man who was watching all of this unfold before him.

“Baby,” Eddie said softly at the man in front of him. He couldn’t watch anymore, he could so desperately see what Steve so badly needed. “cmere, lean on me now”

Eddie shifted and rested his back against the armrest of the couch, his entire body facing Steve. He leaned forward and grabbed Steve’s arm, ever so gently tugging the man towards him.

Steve couldn’t help himself, he knew it wasn’t what he was supposed to do, but then again none of this was, so he made his way into the arms of Eddie Munson.

The metalhead wrapped his arms around him, and felt the hot tears drip down Steve’s cheeks, onto the old black sabbath shirt that he was wearing.

To Steve it felt unusual but strangely nice to just be held by someone.

Eddies deep breathing was rhythmic and calming, so to the extent that Steve found himself trying to match his own to it, and soon it seemed like the two were breathing in sync.

It was quiet in the soft lit room where the two sat, only the deep breaths and the quiet sob that didn’t seem to stop were heard.

Steve found himself pushing his face more and more against Eddie chest, as if to figure out if it all still was real.

“I’m here, “ Eddie reassured. “Do you want to talk? Or be distracted?”

He asked the questions whilst trying to catch enough of the younger mans face to be able to read his reaction.

“Uhm,” Steve said, before turning quiet, he carefully grabbed Eddies hand, twirling with the rings.

“What do you need?” Eddie asked softly, “I can tell it’s something.”

“I want to uhm, stay, like this… if that’s okay with you?” Steve asked, his eyes glossed over, almost expecting to get no for an answer.

“Of course” Eddie said. “As long as you need.”

Steve laid his head down on Eddie's chest again.

“Might want to stay here forever.”

Steve closed his eyes and soon fell asleep, this time without fear or worry.

Eddie figured that he could figure out what caused all of this later, right now he was content with the secure grip he had round Harrington and the calming effect it had on the man.

Anything else could wait.

[burnwater13]

The Mandalorian wasn’t hedging. He didn’t understand ‘Frog’. And while he’d certainly picked up a variety of languages, or at least phrases in other languages, during his career as a bounty hunter, he hadn’t learned them all. 

Greef Karga had once quizzed him on the languages he spoke because of his success as a hunter. Din Djarin knew Huttese because everyone in the Outer Rim used it as a trade language. Some Jawa. Some Twi’leki. A smattering of other languages. But not ‘Frog’. Or whatever language the Child spoke. 

Din Djarin was certain that the Child was trying to speak to him at times and not just babbling or making random sounds like some babies and toddlers did. There were exclamations. There were questions. There were statements. For example, the Child said ‘patu’. It sounded like a real word, but what did ‘patu’ mean? Din had no idea.

The bounty hunter had heard the Child exclaim ‘patu’ more than once, but he didn’t think it meant ‘yippee’ or even ‘hey there’. It was hard for him to tell from context because the little guy seemed to find so many things new and different and wondrous. And sometimes he used a soft cooing sound that didn’t really seem like a word to the bounty hunter, but given his experiences it could have meant ‘wow’ or ‘nice’ or ‘way to go’. Maybe ‘awww’?

Then there were the times that the Child just chirped and babbled in a long stream of syllables and Din felt like he was supposed to do something. Maybe take the kid to the privy or put him in the hammock, or give him back the knob from the flight control stick? He knew for certain that the kid wanted food when he made a soft little ‘eh’ sound. He didn’t always make that sound before he ate something, but if the Mandalorian picked him up and offered him some rations, he always said ‘eh’. 

Which, upon reflexion actually meant the kid didn’t want rations, but he was still hungry. Din chuckled to himself at that. The kid was pretty picky about food, which the Mandalorian found funny, all things considered. Mandalorian children were not really allowed to be picky. You ate what you were given and you were glad to have it. 

If you mentioned more than once that something offered to you wasn’t to your liking, you found that it was the only thing offered to you until you no longer complained. You often heard, ‘There are foundlings that need food and they do not complain. This is the way.” 

The little one didn’t complain, he just reached into his mouth and picked the offending food out and put it neatly back on his plate. Din hated to admit it, but he was both repulsed and amused by the Child’s behavior in that regard. Funny and gross was a thing, right? 

At least it had been on Aq Vetina when he and the other kids would get up to mischief and dare and trick each other into doing things like eat a lizard egg or swap meals with the Rodian kids who lived near the market. Those had been fun times.

The Mandalorian didn’t think about those times much but now he was reminded that once he’d known a fair bit of Rodian because of those kids and their parents. They were nice folks. Happy. They made all manner of ceramics that they sold at the market. He was pretty sure they hadn’t survived the Separatist attack that killed his own parents. Uff.

That made him wonder about the Child’s parents. Had they taught him any words? Was ‘Patu’ the name of the kid’s father? Or mother? Or was the Child saying his own name out loud? The Mandalorian had no idea. 

He tried to have his comp figure it out, but to no avail. It couldn’t translate a language that wasn’t in its data stores. He’d thought of recording the kid when he was babbling, just to build up a database of content because maybe they’d find someone else who could translate it. But even Peli couldn’t tell what the little one was saying and she seemed to be quite conversant in ‘Frog’. 

The Mandalorian sighed. These were the times that he wished that people just learned Tusken sign language. It was pretty simple and covered a lot of territory and you didn’t need to make all manner of sounds and his helmet didn’t muffle those words. It was an ideal language for people who needed to communicate and be quiet.

He glanced at the Child and wondered if that’s what his language was really based on. Din Djarin could tell that the kid liked him. He could see it looking at those big brown eyes and those even bigger ears. The little frown when he was shown rations. The satisfaction when something like bone broth was in his cup and not just water. The glee when the silver knob was handed to him for play and cuddling. 

Din wondered if any of that would work with the Frog Lady and then just shrugged and thought ‘what the hell’.

The best he could do was try. This is the Way.

[paint-lady]

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Can you talk about Connie?

I wrote Connie as a character to play in a horror rp server in Spring of 2023. One of my friends is very active in the server and was excited when I said I could bring some more horror to the table. I had a decent time for the duration I was there, but ultimately I found some of the writing requirements to be too stressful and was not having fun battling the perfectionism to meet those requirements.

Story: This is a tragedy- through and through. Like I'm talking I might wanna break out some Greek theatre masks and make the whispers in her head the chorus. Connie struggles against her desire for revenge and whether or not that will bring her peace of mind, and she struggles against powers that seek to control her- and in doing so sacrifices her own newfound free will.

In short, Connie is what is known as an evolved human (think x-men). Her powers focus around the control of energy. She can absorb, amplify, or transform it to her will. This makes her a very dangerous being in the hidden world of the supernatural, but also an incredible tool. A few years after developing her abilities, Connie was kidnapped and placed in a facility for testing on these evolved humans. [This particular facility was run by witches, humans whose magic is hereditary and honed through rigorous practice.] At the time, Connie had little control over her abilities, and was given hefty doses of medications that suppressed her amplification powers, and amphetamines to turn her powers back on when it was time for her round of examinations. Once she figured out what these drugs did, she began hiding some of them- planning on using them at the opportune moment. Connie breaks out of her prison...sort of. After years of isolation, tests, and unknown rituals...she is suddenly let go. She doesn't believe her captor's sudden change of heart and warm smiles. So she injures (if not kills) one of them and takes the pills she managed to hide, and runs out of the facility into the English countryside.

Paranoia consumes her. Her captors could reclaim her at any moment and put her back in her cell. Some of them had magic, after all, they would find her. She does her best to hide and live a life free from their control, but that is impossible with her powers no longer suppressed. They will find her again. Ultimately, she decides the only way she will ever find peace and safety is going to be the day when every single one of her captors and experimenters are dead.

That is easier said that done. She makes her way to London to seek out any leads on where her facility was, and who was running it. She has rationalized that she is bound to run into some sort of supernatural in London, but didn't expect the first one to be a bloodsucking creep.

Enter Edmund Selwyn, who appears to be an older, mild-mannered gentleman- who's vampiric blood is stained black. Within Edmund is an all-consuming thing, and Connie's powers amplify the abilities Edmund is granted from it. With a single drop of Connie's blood, Edmund's shadows can stretch across entire blocks and creep into the slimmest of cracks. He knew better than to waste her blood on a single meal, and instead offers her safe haven in exchange for exclusive feeding rights.

Connie and Edmund don't ever see eye to eye, but they have very conveniently aligned goals. Connie want's revenge against her captors and to quiet all the noise in her mind. Edmund has the connections and cover ups to get her that information. Additionally, Edmund's bite silences all the noise in her mind- and she is desperate to feel that quiet again and again. Edmund's tastes as a vampire are maturing, and needs more potent blood to satiate his hunger. A vampire of his age needs a stable power base and controlled individuals in order to survive. Gaining access to the records of these facilities and which supernaturals ran them provides him an invaluable edge over the other creatures of the night.

Eventually the two would go head to head against the people that captured and harmed Connie. The final confrontation would force her to choose between the revenge she wants and peace in her head and sparing Edmund, the creature she is bonded to. Edmund's death would take away all the stability she had earned with him and she would have to deal with the withdrawal of the vampiric bond (which would be unbearable). Or she could save him and sacrifice her new friends, and play right into the plans of her captors.

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My scene partner and I had planned out an entire arc of Edmund and Connie growing as characters together, but we had strict boundaries. The nature of the relationship between Connie and Edmund was always going to have a power imbalance -that was a key part of the story. Connie was going to become addicted to the quieting sensation the bite gave her, and it was going to become a confrontational scene between her and Edmund. It was going to cause problems when he took her hunting, as she would purposefully use her powers to amplify the sensation of hunger within him- forcing him to bite her instead of hunting.

Another scene we had planned was for them both to discuss their disconnection from themselves: both Connie and Edmund hide their accents, Irish and Welsh, respectively; and how it was a comfort they didn't have to hide that from each other at least.

Connie would meet a few other key characters. A few notable ones were Robyn, a telepathic evolved human; Talamh an Domhan, an earth aspected witch (and possible romantic interest); and AJ, a shadowmancer. One of the major things Connie had to confront was how there were magic users that weren't going to harm her and some even actively cared about her, and these magic users had to recognize the damage their families had done to an entire generation (and are still continuing to do so). Some were very interested in dismantling the old laws that allowed such practices.

More Connie lore:

Name Significance Part 1: the name Constance Boltzmann is a reference to the Boltzmann Constant, a fundamental proportionality constant that shows the relation between the thermodynamic temperature of a gas and the average relative kinetic energy of the particles in the gas.

Whew- that's a mouthful. In the best non-physics terms I can explain as someone who doesn't actively study them but wants to be just accurate enough: Particles move faster when the temperature is higher. Where things really start to fall apart is when talking about entropy. The Boltzmann constant is also used in calculating entropy, which is getting into sciences far beyond my caliber of academics. And where my Secret World chaos fiction brain is like brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Name Significance Part 2: Connie is Irish, and her actual birth name is Conchobarre, a feminine form of Conchobar. Like many fictional and magical stories, true names have power. Connie has forgotten her name, which is a heavy handed metaphor for Irish diaspora, but it also protects her from bindings and magic that rely on knowledge of a true name. Using the name Connie or Constance in spells or deals with fiends will never truly bind her. Those that do know her name are either dead or soon to be.

Worldbuilding Lore: The world constructed in that rp server pulls elements from Discworld, World of Darkness, and The Dresden Files. Magic is real, Monsters are real, and they are everywhere if you know where to look. Like VtM, there is a veil that supernatural creatures are supposed to uphold (ie, humans dont know about the existence of the supernatural) and failure to do so should result in death.

Notable creatures include the big three: vampires, werewolves, and witches. All three of these have vast histories and their own internal politics and taboos. There are also demons, the spawn of Lilith and Lucifer, as well as a wide range of human hunters who seek to destroy all the stuff that goes bump in the night. Standard stuff.

Connie is none of these. Connie is an EVO, or evolved human. Think x-men and mutants. The supernatural world at large does not know where these humans are getting their powers: if they are bargained for them or if it is hereditary like a witch's powers.

The out of character explanation is EVOs are more akin to DnD sorcerers, where someone in the family tree has had a few rounds with something supernatural. I personally found that explanation to be a little lacking, yet still an okay base for Connie's powers. It is my personal interpretation that EVO powers are more than hereditary, there are optimal conditions for humans to develop supernatural abilities. And there are people with a vested interest in discovering, researching, and exploiting these conditions.

Connie's Powers: By the server lore, Connie is a Siphon evo. This meant she was very in-tune with energy and had the ability to control it. I dove down a rabbit hole of understanding energy and its multitude of forms, and how quickly energy can be transferred. She has to be connected to the energy in order to manipulate it, usually through touch or close proximity. But once she is connected, she can amplify the energy, diminish it, or change its form entirely.

Her powers even extend to magical energies, and other supernatural presences. While she herself cannot cast spells or understand the theorycraft that is magic, she can make someone else's magic stronger or weaker if she establishes a connection. Notably, she does this to Edmund's shadow control. Edmund's powers are not magical in nature, the energy and will stems from something older.

Connie also has a very intense connection with the energies around her. Different forms of energy resonate at different frequencies to her. Some even sound like music. Electricity hums- literally. When there's many different energies in one place, it can sound like a cacophony and be overwhelming to her. Once she learned how to "tune in" to different energies, she could effectively manipulate them. Eventually, she would learn how to put different energies in harmony, and manipulate more than one at once. This mainly manifested as a controlled power boost AoE.

When there isn't a good connection to a source of energy, Connie's powers will pull from her own body. Frequently, she will sap the warmth from her hands to fuel other powers. Her hands always look like they are healing from frostnip and her fingernails are purpled.

[deadendtracks]

Lizzie and Tommy: Ruby's death, pt. 6

Tommy leaves Lizzie at Ruby's bedside to search out Esme, and tells Esme he's done it because Polly told him to. Again, a very un-Tommy thing to say.

I have to admit here that I don't have as good a memory for some of these scenes with Esme as I should to properly discuss this bit, but let's just focus on the fact that Esme tells him that the woman he gave the sapphire to in season 3 in turn gave it to her sister. That the sister gave the sapphire to her little girl about Ruby's age, who promptly died with a cough. Esme says the woman, Evadne Barwell, laid a curse on him.

There's a great deal going on in this scene but for the sake of trying to keep to the topic, the important bit is that Tommy insists that if he can find this woman and give her money, she'll take back the curse and Ruby will be well. He says he'll give her 10,000 pounds, which in 2023 money is half a million pounds. He says he'll build monuments to the dead little girl. He says "Now that I'm without whisky I can hear the spirits clearly, and they're saying Ruby will be well, if I make amends. That is the conversation."

It's not exactly a rational conversation. Even Esme asks him if he's lost his mind, before telling him that she'll help him find Evadne Barwell if he pays her in gold.

One thing I want to point out is that to Tommy, curses are real.

In s3 when Tatiana told him the sapphire he'd given Grace was cursed, he immediately went to her and told her to take it off. And then she died, of course. After this he takes the sapphire to Madame Barwell and asks her if there's a curse on it; her reaction was more one of trying to help him by telling him what she thought he needed to hear to move on than it was anything like believing the jewel was actually cursed. He asks her if she'd take it, and she asks why she would not, and doesn't reject it after he tells her about the curse.

This is the sapphire that was given to Evadne Barwell's daughter before she died. You could easily look at this as Evadne doing exactly what Tommy is doing: looking for a reason for her daughter's sudden death from illness, looking for something to blame. She curses Tommy rather than her sister, who knowingly gave her a supposedly cursed object. And that makes sense too: place blame on the outsider, not your family member.

All of this assumes curses aren't real, of course, which is only one way of looking at it.

Despite the fact that in s3 Tommy scoffs at his own behavior as "all religion is a foolish answer to a foolish question," he clearly still believes at some level that curses are real, or at least is unwilling to ignore they might be, even then.

By time season 6 comes around and he's faced with his daughter's illness, as I said before, he's regressed a lot. He experienced a lot of trauma between season 3 and season 6, but Polly's death especially has fucked him up. Without self-medication of alcohol or opiates he can't repress what you could look at as intrusive thoughts -- spirits talking to him, feeling like a curse is on him, feeling like he's being punished via his daughter's illness.

Whether or not curses are real the Tommy of more stable times would have reacted in a more controlled manner, especially in front of Esme. Now he's incapable of it, basically promising her and Evadne Barwell anything if they'll help him remove the curse that has sickened his daughter.

Part of why he believes this is of course what Ruby herself told Lizzie when she was ill and speaking Romani. So it's not coming out of left field, and it's not entirely based on his own self-blame. Part of his reaction is a kind of rational behavior: he's left Ruby in the hands of science, what he can do is deal with the supernatural. If it's not real, he's lost nothing but some money and a few days by Ruby's side. If it *is* real, and he does nothing about it, Ruby's death will be his fault.

There's really not any difference between this and Christians seeking out faith healers or holy water from Lourdes, etc. It's the same thing: are these things real? Can you say they aren't for sure? If you thought there was even a small chance they'd save your child from dying, would you ignore it?

All of this contributes to the rift between Tommy and Lizzie, because Lizzie absolutely does not believe any of this could possible be real, and just sees it, I think, as Tommy's excuse for abandoning them.

A normal man would not believe in the supernatural, in ghosts and curses.

And again, you can imagine a similar conflict between two parents today. One parent believing wholly in medicine, one believing that there might be a religious cure. There are a lot of forms this could take that would be more immediately "acceptable" to the average viewer, I think, but because it's curses in this case it seems ridiculous.

I think this contributes to how Tommy's behavior is interpreted here; that obviously curses aren't real, he's just fucking up and abandoning his wife and daughter and avoiding the truth, etc.

So it's not purely a trauma reaction, his leaving; it also has to do with some of his core beliefs, beliefs he probably mostly rejected as an adult but that have reared up in the face of his daughter dying. These things are entirely real to him in that moment, and a failure to do something about it would be, to him, the real betrayal.

[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Jukebox reviews part 50! For context, see my post “A Project” under  this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories,  they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa​

No Homo

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3/14/2020                                     mc mm

Well, that works as a subtle trigger, though it's so much an encapsulation of an internet meme in some ways that it feels just a little dated? (Also I can't help but think of some of the "no, FULL HOMO" things I saw in response to that, which ... actually kinda fits) And seeing the internal rationalizations that are the bread and butter of this suggestion is really fun, but somehow the aggressively "I'm not queer" nature of the story is a turnoff for me. 6/10 spirals 

 Sink Into Me

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3/21/2020                                     mc ff

As someone who teaches about subject agency and such, grrrrr this story. As someone who loves futile resistance, though, I *love* this story so much. It's a lovely use of the idea of confusing someone and leaving them looking for an anchor to what the heck's going on, and all of it's lovely. 8/10 spirals 

 Q.U.E.E.N.

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3/28/2020                                     mc ff mf fd

Huh, that ... is seeding plotlines that could be Very Interesting in future stories. I'm curious about where this might be going. It isn't hot, not really, and it doesn't have the "hah, take that" punch a lot of Jukebox's superhero stories has, but still, I'm fascinated by the implications here. And the overwhelming "not a telepath but" control we see? It's nice, if not quite my favourite style. 8/10 spirals 

 Zenith

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4/4/2020                                       mc mf md

.... Ok, but he's using his words wrong and that bothers me >.>. I'm gratified that it irritates Huhana as well, that makes me feel better about it. Just in general, though, the trope of someone being so controlled by someone they actively dislike isn't my favourite? Especially not when said person has valid reasons for disliking the controller in question, and that makes all of this hit just a bit not-quite-right for me. But the process taking effect is described so well, so if you like that more than I do you'll probably get a lot out of this story. 7/10 spirals 

 Voice Inside My Head (Jukebox)

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4/11/2020                                     mc mf

... sometimes Jukebox writes a thing that's draped in erotic tones, that feels like it should be hot in the control, but somehow it just hits more as horror than as hot. Which, granted, is somewhat the very nature of this thing that we do, and when things miss my buttons in just a specific way of course that's horror. And then there's stories like this one, where the nature of the control is just alien enough, just *unknowable* enough, to hit on a particular flavor of horror to me. It's *good,* as these stories that are horror-but-only-sort-of are? But it isn't quite to my taste. Though her not being allowed to think of what she's doing, until she is just long enough to agree to stop struggling so she doesn't have to remember? it's a good touch. 8/10 spirals 

 What Was I Thinking

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4/18/2020                                     mc ff

This is just close enough to serial recruitment for me to dislike it. If the last paragraph didn't exist? I'd like it way more than I do. Which is purely a personal taste thing, of course. But I love the way Jukebox layers what Sharice is saying with what Lien is thinking, and even the implied-if-not-stated way that Sharice uses the "Miss Sharice" that's just proper Southern manners to get a bit of deference that she uses. A lot of this story's setup is manipulation of Proper Manners and Etitquette, and I like seeing how that gets used. The focus on the crystal is a bit visual for me to appreciate as much in text? Though I definitely do now more than I used to, after so many months of using a crystal to enrapture a partner. 8/10 spirals 

 The Real You

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4/25/2020                                     mc ff

Manon, that's not how response to physical stimulation works. At all. This is a fair amount of clever pseudo-psych delivered in a way that makes Babs believe it, but it doesn't work in a way that gets me engaged. It's just a lot of posturing influencing a gal who's desperate for something she isnt' finding, and I'm just not into it as it's presented here. The cold, harsh dominant isn't ever to my taste, and that coldness and harshness is so fundamental to this story that I can't ever get into it. 5/10 spirals 

 Xcogitate

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5/2/2020                                       mc ff

I. Uh. Nope. I don't like Rowan, I don't like where this looks like it's going, this just isn't anywhere close to something I personally enjoy. It feels very sinister at the end, and ... it's just not for me. (this is a sequel to Xhalation) 

 Empty Vessels Make the Loudest Sound

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5/9/2020                                       mc mf md

Oh, Ryan, I like the way you think! Especially the delight of the planning and anticpation of what's to come. Granted, I usually stop at the hypnosis part and don't add the sex part in, but that's just me. Regardless, oh this is another story that speaks to my Dominant streak, which always catches me just a little by surprise when it happens. Maybe it's that I have such *wonderful* memories of watching a partner melt one of my metamours into an absolute puddle with a metronome at Charmed this past year, and of using that same metronome on my partner later, but *gosh* the opening to this story is just wonderful. All of it is, really. 10/10 spirals 

 Follow You Home

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5/16/2020                                     mc mf ff md fd

I... huh. This does hit on one of my personal hard limits, and it's just not my style in general. But if you like a hypnotist hypnotizing his mistress to make her hypnotize and enslave his wife, then ... give it a go?