#he thinks so little of himself. even if he acts like the world revolves around him and his suffering.

[amomentsescape]

Hey I love yanderes and slashers and used to have a sleep walking problem where I would try to crawl through windows, can you do a yandere slasher x reader where the reader has developed Stockholm syndrome and been loving to the slasher so they trust them and let them have more freedom. Then they see them try to crawl out a window in their sleep? How would they react? Would they believe the reader? What would make them believe them if they didn't? If they didn't believe them the how would they react to finding out the reader told the truth?

Thank you so much! And merry Christmas! 🎄 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎅🎅🎅🎅🎅

Slashers with Reader Who Sleepwalks & Tries to Leave

Yandere! Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Warnings: Yandere behavior, of course. Mentions of abusive behavior

A/N: Merry (late) Christmas! I hope you all had a great holiday! For this request, I decided to leave Eric out. He's just the complete opposite to a Yandere in my opinion, and it was nearly impossible for me to write him as such. I hope that's okay!

Freddy Krueger

He knows you would never purposefully leave him

Like, he actually knows

His (undead) life revolves around sleep

He knows when you're awake and where you're actually sleeping, even if he keeps you stuck in his dream world

So when he finds you trying to escape out of the little window he built for you, he just laughs

He had already known you sleep walked

He'd been haunting your dreams for weeks prior to actually taking you

Freddy just keeps watching you, not really doing anything about it

You're stuck in his world either way

Might as well see how far you'll go

He'll almost use this as a test of sorts

He'll let you wander to wherever you want to go in your sleep, and he may even change the environment to something you don't recognize

When you wake up, his name better be the first thing that falls from your lips

If it's not...

Well, he'll just have to try harder at getting you to need him

Michael Myers

It took a very long time for Michael to get to this point

The fact that he lets you sleep without chains is a huge decision on his part

He doesn't trust easily

And any feelings of trust he did have come crumbling down the moment he wakes up without you beside him

It didn't take long to find you

There you were, pushing and prodding at the boarded up window

He's truly pissed

And a little hurt

He really thought you were growing to actually like your situation

But when he spins you around and sees your eyes staring blankly through him, he tilts his head

You don't seem... right?

He'll shake you harshly until he sees the life come back to your eyes

When you finally look up at him with a similarly confused look on your face, he starts to realize

He understands you well enough to know when you're not acting like yourself

When he finally explains what you were doing after you repeatedly asked him, you sigh

You explain that sometimes at night, you wander around without realizing it

A sleepwalker, huh?

Sadly, the chains will need to come out again

Jason Voorhees

You wouldn't actually leave him, right?

You seemed so caring

He actually believed you when you said you needed him

But here you were, trying to leave your shared home in the middle of the night

He almost breaks down as he picks you up and takes you back to your room

He finds it a bit odd that you don't fight back at all, but he assumes you just don't care to

He locks you up and makes sure that you can't go anywhere

How could you do this to him?

When you wake up the next morning in chains and not in your shared bed, you begin to cry for Jason

He tries to ignore you, but he can't bring himself to hear your sad voice calling out to him

You try your best to tell him that you don't remember what happened, and that you would never leave him

And maybe he's too trusting, but he believes you

You just seem so sad and so genuine that it's impossible for him to think it's anything other than honesty

You couldn't be that stupid anyways

You'd get lost in those woods alone at night, he knows that

So he just has to believe you

He loves you, and love means trust, right?

Thomas Hewitt

But you were being so sweet to him just hours before

How could you lie to his face like that?

He wakes up without you in his arms, and he just about loses it

Frantically searches for you around the house and finally finds you at one of the nailed in windows

He pulls you away quickly, staring at you sadly

He's waiting for an explanation, but you don't say anything

You just stare

You weren't acting like yourself

He pushes you back towards the bedroom and you walk the rest of the way yourself, climbing back into bed with ease

He's confused, but decides to see if it will happen again

You can't leave anyways

The whole house is locked up, and you don't even know where the keys are

You act just like your normal self the next day

And that night, you're back to walking around with a blank stare

He figures this just might be a thing you do

Doesn't really try to stop you, but he does follow you most nights to make sure you don't accidentally hurt yourself

On nights he wants you in bed, he ties some old fabric around your ankle and holds you tight while you sleep

You might not ever know about your late night adventures unless he decides to tell you

Bubba Sawyer

He's quite literally blubbering to you

He's crying, he's frantic, he even shakes you a bit, and you just stand there not responding

He keeps waiting, and when you start to just wander around again, he loses it

What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?

He ties you back into bed and stays up the rest of the night, watching you

The next morning, he confronts you stressfully

You keep telling him over and over that you don't know what he's talking about

But he refuses to believe you

(He wants to believe you, he's just scared)

He only finally realizes you were being honest when in the middle of the day during your nap, he finds you wandering back to the window with his whole family watching you

You weren't stupid

Why would you try to leave when literally everyone could see you in broad daylight?

His family begins laughing and saying things like "looks like you got yourself a sleepwalker"

So you weren't purposefully trying to leave him?

He cries tears of joy and spends the next couple of days pampering you and giving you just about everything you want

He does his best to show you that he's sorry

Brahms Heelshire

It's quite literally known that Brahms has abandonment issues at this point

So when he catches you climbing up onto the window sill

He loses it

Will grab you and roughly pull you off, your body falling to the ground

This immediately wakes you up, your eyes searching around frantically

When you see Brahms standing above you, you try to reach for him, but he only shoves you away

You look so sad and confused at this, but Brahms is too stubborn to give in

He starts tying you up again each night, still very hurt that you would try to leave like that

It takes weeks for you to gain his trust again

And the one night he lets you sleep freely, he catches you by the window again

But instead of grabbing you immediately, he decides to just watch

He wants to see how far you'll go so he knows just how severe your punishment will need to be

But instead, you just give up on unlocking the window (it was jammed), and you just turn around and walk straight back to bed, not even registering Brahms being right there

This is odd

You need to explain the concept of sleepwalking to him the next day

He still remains skeptical for a while, but he'll come around

You just need to be extra attentive for a while...

Norman Bates

Norman already knows a lot about sleepwalking

(It's what he thought was going on for a while when he couldn't remember large chunks of time throughout the week)

When he finds you opening a window in the middle of the night, he bolts at you, ready to lock you back up in one of the motel rooms again

However, when you don't respond or reveal any emotion on your face, he immediately knows what's going on

He's surprised

He didn't know you'd be a sleepwalker

He decides to just lead you back to bed, knowing that waking you isn't the best idea

Sits you down the next morning and talks with you about it

When you seem very apologetic, he uses it to his advantage

Has you cuddle up with him even more than normal and stay by his side at all hours of the day

He still gives you some freedom

But he's always watching

He does take some precautions and ties your wrist up in the middle of the night

He has to, for your safety of course

Billy Loomis

To be honest, you don't make it very far

Billy has an iron grip on you at all times, and he's a light sleeper

The moment you get up, he's awake, observing you carefully

Sometimes you have to pee in the middle of the night, but he still makes sure you aren't lying to him

His ability to trust is practically in the ground

The moment you turn the wrong way, he's up and chasing after you

Were you that dumb? You knew he watched you every time you got up from bed

He grabs your wrist quickly and points a knife at your throat as a threat

He can't bring himself to actually hurt you though, not that you knew that

Or did you?

Because you just stand there not even moving away from the blade

Billy becomes very confused

He takes his hand and begins to wake it in front of your face, looking for some sort of reaction

You don't give him one

Are you still... asleep?

He shakes you a bit until you finally look at him, confusion written all over your face

You're a sleepwalker, aren't you?

He just rolls his eyes annoyed and drags you back to bed, not explaining anything

Just another thing he needs to look out for now

You sometimes wake up to bruises on your hips and waist from how hard Billy holds you in the night, but he's just trying to protect you, right?

He doesn't mean to hurt you, he just refuses to lose another person in his life

Stu Macher

Stu literally sleeps on you, so it's nearly impossible for you to leave the bed most nights

But if you somehow wiggle your way out, you wouldn't make it outside the house

The windows have been nailed so that they only open a small amount

When he finds you the next morning, curled up under a partially opened window, he just smiles

Call it naive, but he just assumes you were getting too warm in the bed

When you wake up in a confused state however, he becomes concerned

What do you mean you don't remember opening that window?

He honestly just becomes more worried that there's something wrong with your memory rather than you trying to leave him

He'll likely talk to Billy about it

He just hears laughter from the other end of the phone

"Sounds like they sleep walk," he'd say

Stu does a bunch of research on it later

He doesn't really mind though

All of the unsafe objects are already hidden away, and every possible exit is locked down

You aren't going anywhere

If anything, he finds it fun to wake up some mornings and look around for you

It's like a game, and Stu loves games

[bloobydabloob]

Holy shit I love your Dirk interpretations, it's so true and I could talk about this shit forever. I feel like another part of his character that people seem to forget (along with Roxy for some reason) is that he's from the future in solitude in an apocalyptic wasteland. I just see that part of his character always removed which is disappointing because I feel like that's a pretty big part, especially regarding his themes around technology, his brother's theme of Time, his own isolation, and how he plays in the vastness of the universe and spacetime.

Art I drew related to the subject because I like to respond to asks with art.

But absolutely. I certainly understand where the lack of discussion over his isolation + upbringing comes from, considering a majority of the fanbase that I have seen builds their ideas based on their own version of postcanon. I’m not entirely sure how that would be fixed, but certainly even in the somewhat recent past I would see a lot more content regarding his upbringing both literally and symbolically. I don’t have much to add regarding the things you’ve mentioned, because they just are what they are. Dirk being confined to a singular room left to him by a father figure he never met, in a future where the only other person left on the planet is someone he cannot pursue a relationship of because of himself, with purely 3 robots to keep him companion, one being an exact replica of his own brain who is *also* trapped inside a pair of glasses, is about as literal as it gets to me.

The contrast to me involving the flooded, organic world in comparison to the little speckle of Dirk’s apartment packed with the dude and his technics is not only a representation of his isolation and entrapment within himself, but also of his lack of control. I think his obsession with & themes of control are a direct product in the case of Dirk specifically *of* this kind of upbringing. His themes of technology are also related to his themes around control. So much of his character is actually revolved around this to me like so much. Dirk is so deeply disconnected from humanity in every way and so much of his character + symbolism is based around that.

It doesn’t even have to be about the symbolism or anything though. It’s just pretty *interesting* in the literal sense that he lives in the middle of the ocean in the future. There’s not only a lot to theorise on to do with his young life there, but on how it might affect him in the way he acts for the rest of his life. The latter part is probably what I see mentioned the most by people talking about Dirk regarding this, I’m surprised I don’t see more discussion on the former too though. I really ought to actually talk more about Homestuck stuff on here. I will do it myself.

Roxy & Dirk’s relationship is largely ignored though because there is a narrative a certain demographic spreads that Dirk resented and blamed Roxy for her interest in him, and thus too many people believe that their relationship was or would continue to be an abusive one. Realistically, I believe it’s important to acknowledge that the way Roxy treated Dirk regarding his homosexuality wasn’t right while still acknowledging the obvious amount of respect and admiration Dirk had for Roxy. I mean we have a huge piece of dialogue from their post trickster mode conversations on the quest beds from Dirk purely stating how he feels about Roxy that people completely ignore somehow. I think this usually happens to characters that are women though. I know everyone says it, but it is true. Jane gets the exact same treatment of boiling her down to solely her negative aspects. The things I see completely mischaracterising both of them are horrific.

I mean how much more explicit can it get that their relationship is obviously very important to Dirk? But I digress. I think the best or I should say “most interesting” interpretations of their relationship usually come from DirkRoxy shippers actually.

I would be interested to hear about Dirk’s relation to his brother’s theme of time though. I don’t have any thoughts on this and I don’t recall ever hearing anyone talk about it before. If you or anyone else would be willing to enlighten me I’d be thrilled.

[itoshiabi]

RED or Green Flag? (ft. Bllk boys)

Pt.1- Isagi, Bachira, Sae

PT-2- here

Isagi Yoichi (Certified green flag boyfriend)-

Green Flag tendencies:

Emotionally mature: Isagi's one of the most grounded guys in Blue Lock. He thinks things through, communicates clearly, and doesn't act on impulse—basically the dream in a world full of emotionally constipated strikers.

Supportive as hell: He's the kind of guy who'd hype you up on your worst days and celebrate your smallest wins like they're championships.

Loyal to the core: Once you have his heart, it's yours. No games, no sketchy behavior—just honest, steady love.

Empathetic king: He actually cares about people, even his rivals. He'd care deeply about you, your feelings, and your dreams.

Hardworking & humble: Isagi never lets success go to his head. He's all about teamwork, growth, and being better together—whether on the field or in love.

Rare red flag tendencies:

Slight obsession with evolving: When he's locked in "ego mode," he might disappear into his own world for a bit. But he'd always come back to you after the match, probably sweaty, glowing, and ready to collapse in your arms.

!Final verdict!

95% green flag, 5% "I'm-in-my-zone" red.

Isagi is that rare mix of emotionally intelligent, passionate, loyal, and down-to-earth. He's the kind of boyfriend you could talk to for hours and trust with your heart. So yeah— a huge green flag boyfriend material.

Bachira Meguru, (a walking green flag):

Green flag tendencies:

Emotionally open & expressive: Bachira feels things and isn't afraid to show it. He'd tell you he loves you in the most creative, heartfelt way—and probably draw a weird but adorable picture of you too.

Funny and adventurous: Every day with him would feel like a spontaneous road trip or a cute fever dream. He's the kind of partner who dances with you in the kitchen at 2 AM.

Supportive and non-judgmental: He loves weirdness—especially yours. He'd never try to change you and would actually fall harder the more authentic you are.

Communicative: He wouldn't ghost or play games. If something's wrong, he'll just say it (probably while clinging to your back like a koala).

Slight Red flag tendencies:

Lives in his own world: Sometimes it might feel like he's more emotionally connected to his "inner monster" than to reality. You might have to remind him to actually text back or to remember important dates.

Impulse-driven: Bachira follows his heart in the moment, which is romantic… until he spontaneously buys a llama plushie instead of groceries.

Might avoid serious convos: He's all about joy and expression, but when it comes to deep emotional pain or trauma? He might try to distract you instead of confronting it head-on.

!Final verdict!

70% green flag, 30% whimsical chaos.

Bachira would love you fiercely, playfully, and freely—but you'd need to be okay with a little unpredictability and a whole lot of weird. If you're into creative, emotionally open, affectionate partners who might kiss you in public while talking about bugs… he's your guy.

Sae Itoshi (A walking red flag):

Red flag tendencies:

Emotionally unavailable: Sae's cold, blunt, and doesn't sugarcoat anything. If you're looking for affectionate texts and heart emojis, forget it.

Career first, everything else second: His entire life revolves around soccer. You'd probably play second fiddle to his ambition, and he wouldn't even feel bad about it.

Blunt to the point of pain: He's not trying to hurt you, but he will say something that stings just because it's the truth.

High standards: He doesn't settle—for anything. If you don't match his intensity or intellect, he'll probably get bored or annoyed.

Possible green flag tendencies:

Secret softie: If (and that's a big one) you manage to break through his icy exterior, you'd get loyalty, honesty, and someone who'd believe in you as hard as he believes in himself.

No lies, no games: Sae doesn't play mind games or beat around the bush. If he likes you, it's real—and rare.

!Final verdict!

90% red flag, 10% green

The green's a rare emerald. If you're into emotionally distant geniuses with god-tier ambition and hidden softness? Sae Itoshi is your heartbreak waiting to happen… or your once-in-a-lifetime kind of love. Depends how strong your emotional armor is.

[honeyslibrary]

Arrogant | Jack Hughes

Pairing; Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warning(s); Suggestive (kissing), cursing, Jack slander (?), edited only once.

Summary; Reader can't stand Jack Hughes, but the sex is too good to throw away.

Word Count; 1.5k

Author’s note; Just a little blurb to dip my feet into the water of writing for Jack Hughes, also a little different than how I normally write. Will write a part two if requested, otherwise, I hope you enjoyed! As per usual, any thoughts + reblogs are appreciated (: -Honey

Jack Hughes was the absolute worst, and if you had any shred of self-respect left, you’d stop answering his texts at two in the morning, let alone opening the door when you knew it was him knocking. Every time you saw his name flash on your screen, you told yourself it would be the last time. The last time you’d get tangled up in whatever this was, the last time you’d let him worm his way into your night with that smug smirk of his. But then your phone would light up again, that familiar ding piercing the quiet of your room, and against your better judgment, you’d find yourself reaching for it.

You couldn’t stand him, honestly. The way he walked around like he was the king of New Jersey, all swagger and arrogance, thinking that just because he was good at hockey, he was somehow above everyone else. He had that cocky, self-assured grin that made you want to roll your eyes every time you saw it, and the way he carried himself—like the world owed him something—was infuriating.

Jack Hughes was infuriating. Plain and simple. He acted like the universe revolved around him, as if the rest of the world was just background noise, something to fill the gaps between his big moments on the ice. He was loud, brash, and so fucking egotistical that sometimes you wondered how his head even fit through the door. He was stupid, in that careless, reckless way that only someone who’s gotten everything they’ve ever wanted can be.

And yet...

Here you are, again.

Your phone had buzzed just twenty minutes ago, lighting up your dark room with a text you should’ve ignored. But you didn’t. You never did. Because for all the ways Jack Hughes made you want to tear your hair out, there was one undeniable fact that kept pulling you back in: the sex.

Goddamn it, the sex.

You’d never tell him. Never give him the satisfaction of knowing just how good he was at it. Jack’s ego was already the size of an entire hockey rink, and the last thing you wanted was to inflate it even more. So when he asked if you came, you lied sometimes, just to keep him guessing. You’d mumble something noncommittal, roll your eyes at his smug grin, and make him work harder for it the next time.

But deep down, you knew the truth. No one had ever made you cum the way Jack did. Unfortunately.

And that was the problem, wasn’t it?

It wasn’t just that the sex was good—it was phenomenal. It was earth-shattering, toe-curling, makes-you-forget-your-own-name kind of good. The kind of sex that had your heart pounding in your chest long after he’d left, the echo of his touch still lingering on your skin. Jack had a way of knowing exactly what you needed, exactly how to pull you apart piece by piece until you were a trembling mess beneath him. It was maddening. And you hated how much you loved it.

And so, here you were again—lying in bed, wide awake, staring at your phone as you waited for the inevitable knock at your door.

It always played out the same way. You’d hear the faint sound of his car pulling up, the slam of the door as he got out, and then, a minute later, the knock. Three sharp knocks that sent your heart racing, even as you cursed yourself for letting him in again. You told yourself you wouldn’t open it this time. That you’d let him stand out there, alone in the cold, and go back to bed with your dignity intact.

But when the knock finally came, you found yourself throwing the blankets off and padding toward the door in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and underwear. Your hand hovered over the doorknob for a split second, your conscience screaming at you to turn around, to lock it, to put an end to this ridiculous cycle. But then, almost on autopilot, you twisted the knob and pulled the door open, your heart pounding in your chest as Jack Hughes stood there, looking like sin incarnate.

He leaned casually against the doorframe, that infuriating smirk already tugging at the corner of his lips. His hair was a mess, like he’d run his hands through it a dozen times on the way over, and his blue eyes sparkled with that familiar mix of arrogance and mischief. He wore a hoodie, the hood pulled low over his brow, and sweats that hung low on his hips, casual but still somehow infuriatingly sexy.

"You gonna let me in, or are you just gonna stare at me?" Jack’s voice was smooth, dripping with that cocky charm that made your stomach twist, and you hated how easily he could get under your skin. How effortlessly he made you feel both irritated and… excited all at once.

You didn’t answer him. You just stepped aside, letting him brush past you as you closed the door behind him, the soft click of the lock sealing your fate for the night. The scent of his cologne—something woodsy, with just a hint of spice—hit you as he walked past, and you hated the way it made your head spin, the way it made your pulse quicken in anticipation.

As soon as the door clicked shut, you felt his hands on you, rough and impatient, like he couldn’t wait another second to have you. He spun you around and backed you up against the door, his mouth already on yours before you could say a word. His kiss was all heat and urgency, his lips rough against yours as he pressed his body into you. There was nothing gentle about it—nothing soft or sweet. Jack didn’t kiss like a man who wanted to take his time. He kissed like he had something to prove, like he needed to remind you why you kept letting him in.

And maybe you did need the reminder. Because the second his hands slid down to your waist, gripping you with just the right amount of pressure, all the reasons you’d been telling yourself to say no melted away. His touch was electric, sending a jolt of heat straight through your body, and you gasped into his mouth, your hands instinctively gripping his hoodie, pulling him closer.

"You couldn’t wait, could you?" Jack’s voice was low, teasing, as he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes flashing with amusement. "Always acting like you hate me, but here you are, letting me in again."

You glared at him, your breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts as his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, his knuckles brushing against your bare skin underneath. "You’re such an asshole," you hissed, even though your body was already betraying you, arching into his touch.

He grinned, his teeth catching the light as he leaned down to kiss your neck, his lips dragging across your skin in a way that made you want to punch him and pull him closer all at once. "Yeah, but you love it," he whispered against your throat, his breath hot against your skin. "You love how much of an asshole I am."

You hated him. You hated how right he was. How he could get under your skin with a few words, a few touches, and make you forget every reason you had for not wanting him. But more than that, you hated how much you wanted him.

You hated the way your body responded to his touch, the way your skin burned under his hands, the way your breath hitched when his fingers dipped lower, just brushing the waistband of your panties. You hated that, even though you knew better, you couldn’t resist him. Not when he was here, pressed against you, his lips on your skin, his hands on your body.

"Shut up," you murmured, your voice breathless as you pulled him closer, your fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie.

Jack chuckled against your neck, his hand slipping under your shirt, his fingers trailing up your side, sending shivers across your skin. "Make me," he whispered, and you could hear the smirk in his voice, could feel the challenge in his words.

And that’s the thing about Jack Hughes. You did want to shut him up. You wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, to make him forget every cocky thing he’s ever said. But the problem was, every time you tried, he always ended up winning.

Because as much as you hated him, as much as he made you want to scream in frustration, there was no denying the fire between you. The way he could make your pulse race with just a touch, just a word. The way he could unravel you with a single look. And that was why you kept answering his texts at two in the morning, why you kept opening the door when you should’ve slammed it in his face.

Because Jack Hughes was the absolute worst. But he was also the best damn thing you’d ever had in bed.

And tonight, like every other night, you knew you’d let him prove it to you all over again.

[instantpansies]

ok so @mostlyintact and i were talking about the strengths of each of the sfth boys, and i think i was finally able to get some words out, so i thought i'd make a real post lol. a brief summary of each of their strengths, and examples of plays where those things are visible.

longish post, so i'll put it under the cut.

aj: he really shines in caesar and juliet. the narrative sort of revolves around juliet, and aj gets to really drive the story forward. his portrayal is iconic and natural and just so fun to watch. also, he's excellent in the oopsie daisy bulge, the grape depression, and priscilla's final petal: all plays in which he's got a whole lot of control over the way his characters are going, and gets some shining moments to drive the scenes forward in really compelling ways. he really reveals himself as a director and storyteller. also obviously death for a dollar, where he IS the actual narrator. to be honest, aj might be my favorite from an acting standpoint: his quick turnarounds and seemingly wild word associations and ability to grab a single piece of information and turn it into a whole story is both amazing and very similar to my own style of improv, and seeing him do it so well (even if he gets made fun of for being confused) is just. delightful. idk. his scenes where he's playing two characters at once (in grapression and oopsie daisy) might be the best of all the boys', to be honest.

sam: i think he does well when he's the center of a web of connections. his performance in, say, the evil make-a-wish kid is really fun, where the narrative is focused on him alone, but my favorites are things like the mystery of the midnight circus, the unrelenting aubergine, strange noises, or moist and magical. his characters feel more like an "everyman" in some ways, but always with a really unique personality. theyre relatable without being blank slates. excellent protagonists made better by their worlds. he takes the energy surrounding him onstage and sends it electric at the audience, using his surroundings to bring you in. it's really cool

tom: he is absolutely enamoring as certain archetypes. and he does an excellent job of making an impact with even the smallest amount of screentime. i'm always a sucker for abigail from the neighbour's under the bed--the monologue, the mannerisms--but a lot of that comes from a whole lot of overanalysis of her character, and that's not really relevant here. instead i'll say he's really really good at capturing the audience in death for a dollar, wild wet and worrisome, ballet on the battlefield, wine under the bridge, and priscilla's final petal. but tbh i could point to memorable scenes from almost every single tom character, he's so good at making his time count. his english degree comes out, ofc, which gives us those glorious tomologues, but also he can build up tension so naturally and make a silly story seem so real for a moment. sometimes that "oscar bait" moment can distract from the plot as a whole, but you don't think about it while you're watching him because he's so good at filling the space (to use a theater term).

luke: he's the absolute king of sympathetic characters. no matter how ridiculous the rest of the play is, you can always count on him adding a layer of humanity to his characters. it's easy to see in the milkman, of course, but also in divorces and teddy bears, wine under the bridge, toby's secret pocket, and the grape depression. his people are human, in ways that the others sometimes forget to be, and his storylines are impressively coherent. he seems to be the most concerned with getting the details right--sam nitpicks to get a laugh, but luke keeps track of details really really well, and does a good job of bringing in little things that make a story come together beautifully. more than anything, though, he is so good at building a character throughout a story and leaving you actually satisfied with what you got.

they each have really unique and somewhat specific strengths, but they complement each other so well. i think that's part of the appeal of sfth - they're so so comfortable with each other and find it so easy to read each other that you can tell they're having fun. it feels natural. they click, almost all the time, and even if things go off the rails they can pick up the debris from the crash and run with it. that's what i found really appealing about them--as someone who loved improv when i got to do it, it makes me wish i had friends close enough to do that with. it takes a ton of trust and a really solid relationship to do that, and i just. i just think they're neat :)

thank you so much mostlyintact, i can't come up with this sort of thing without prompting and i can't wait to see if you end up posting smth too 👀 love hyperspecific analysis

[blughxreader]

Do you think Damian acts more childlike to gain more affection from batsis?

platonic yandere! Damian Wayne... HC. he's 13-15 y/o

yeah 100%. He might not even know he's doing it.

I bet it's hard to untangle himself from his co-worker relationship with his father and siblings. Damian always has to be on-guard around them to maintain his competent and reliable appearance, even if he's very comfortable with being his true self. Accidents like spilling tea or tripping are just slightly more embarrassing for this reason.

However Damian doesn't have to worry about being capable around you. His only relationship with you is little brother and big sister, which has implications that he can be as needy and undignified as he wants.

Yes, he's a trained assassin and vigilante, but you don't care about his tactical prowess. Your world revolves around whether to have tea or coffee, what to draw, which new show to watch, (how to cut off the tracker on your wrist, where the surveillance cameras are facing, has your food been tampered with).

So Damian does away with all pretenses and finally acts his age. He doesn't want to impress you as a soldier, he wants to impress you as a little brother.

He needs to be held! He has to watch the birds with you before school. Your attention must be on him instead of his siblings.

Look at this beautiful portrait he painted of you--aren't you proud? Look, he booby-trapped Tim's apartment so he'll be late for dinner, now the two of you have 17 more minutes of alone time, isn't that great? Now hug me hug me hug me hug me hug me hug me please please please please please please

[advisorykitty]

can you please make nyen X reader smut or just normal PLEASE I NEED MORE

Provoked

Nyen x Reader

Living in Luther’s house had always been an experience, especially with everyones odd habits and unspoken rules. One of those rules was simple: don’t mess with Nyen ESPECIALLY when he’s working out. But today deciding you had a death wish ,you decided to break that rule.

The day had been frustrating. Luther had sent you on another errand, and by the time you got back, your patience was wearing thin. You walked into the living room, groceries in hand, and spotted Nyen in the middle of his workout. He was dressed in his black tank .His body moving with precise, almost mechanical, discipline as he knocked out push-ups with ease.

It wasn’t just the sight of Nyen that irritated you—it was everything. The way he ignored everyone unless it suited him, the way he carried himself like he was better than everyone else. He always acted like the world revolved around him, and today, you were done pretending that didn’t bother you.

“Do you ever do anything useful besides work out?” you snapped, tossing the grocery bag onto the counter with more force than necessary. The clattering sound of cans and boxes echoed through the room.

Nyen didn’t respond at first. He paused in mid-push-up, holding the position without breaking a sweat, and turned his head just slightly to glance at you. His expression was impassive, unreadable, as if asking you to repeat yourself but something in his eyes told you that he was already annoyed, guilt was the last thing on your mind.

“Maybe if you spent as much time helping out as you do flexing in the mirror and admiring your lazy ass self, you’d actually contribute something around here,” you added, the irritation clear in your voice.

Slowly, Nyen pushed himself to his feet. His movements were fluid, almost too controlled, like a predator that was deciding whether or not to pounce. He turned to face you fully, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto yours. “What the fuck did you just say?”

YEESH you had definitely fucked up but there was definitely no turning back now!!!

The venom in his tone made you hesitate for a split second, but you had already made a point and you weren't going down. Irritation overpowered your better judgment. “I said, maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with looking tough, you’d actually be useful. But no, you’re just Luther’s overgrown pet who spends more time showing off than doing anything important.”

Nyen’s expression darkened, his face twisting into a snarl. “You’ve got some fucking nerve talking to me like that. You’re just a weak little human who can’t even handle a simple errand without whining.”

“Oh, I’m weak?” you shot back, stepping closer, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and adrenaline. “At least I don’t fucking kill things for fun and find pleasure in it. Fucking weirdo. Actually, do you think that makes you strong? It just makes you a psychopathic sadist.”

Nyen’s eyes flashed with anger. “Better a psychopath than a pathetic, mouthy piece of shit who doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up.” His voice was a low growl now, filled with barely restrained fury.

The insult hit harder than you expected, and for a moment, you considered backing down. But you werent a pussy so hell nah! You're already pissed from being everyones dormat and you were tired of being talked down to, especially tired of the constant tension. “At least I have a mind of my own,” you said, your voice rising. “You’re nothing but Luther’s attack dog. Without him, you’re just a lonely, aggrovated bitch who has nothing else going for him.”

For a split second, the room was dead silent. Then, Nyen exploded.

“You little shit!” he roared, his voice shaking with rage. Before you could react, Nyen grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it over with a furious snarl, sending groceries and utensils flying across the room. The sudden violence sent a shockwave of fear through you, but it was too late to turn back now.

Yeah you're definitely fucked.

His eyes were fixed on you, and for the first time, you truly realized the danger you were in.

“You think you can talk to me like that and get away with it?” Nyen hissed, taking a menacing step towards you. His hands were clenched into fists, and you could see the muscles in his arms tensing as if he was ready to strike. “You fucking idiot, I’ll tear you apart!”

Panic set in, and without thinking, you turned and bolted. You could hear Nyen’s footsteps pounding after you, fast and relentless. Your heart was racing, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you ran through the hallway, what the FUCK where you thinking?????This is Nyen where taking about and did you mention he works out everday????!!!

You desperately tryed to find a way out. But deep down, you knew you were trapped—Luther, Randal, and Sebastian had gone grocery shopping, leaving you alone in the house with Nyen and Nyon. (Plus kitty and Nana)

There was no one coming to help you.

You burst into the kitchen, and Nyon almost jumped as you guys came crashing in, his eyes opened wider as he looked down from the fridge where he occasionally liked to nap.

Your hands shaking as you grabbed a frying pan from the counter. Nyen was right behind you, his eyes filled with a terrifying mix of fury and sadistic glee. “Running won’t save you,” he taunted, his voice laced with a cruel edge. “You’re fucking dead, you know that?”

“Stay the hell away from me!” you shouted, swinging the pan wildly in his direction. But Nyen was too fast—he ducked under the swing with a snarl, his eyes never leaving yours. The frying pan clattered to the floor, and you scrambled back, trying to put as much distance between you and him as possible.

Nyen straightened up, a mocking grin spreading across his face. “Pathetic,” he spat, slowly advancing on you. “Is that all you’ve got? You really thought you could take me on? You’re even dumber than you look.”

Desperation gripped you as you backed up against the wall, your mind racing for a way out. But there was no escape—Nyen had you cornered, and he knew it.

With deliberate, almost leisurely movements, Nyen reached into his waistband and pulled out a knife. The blade gleamed wickedly in the dim kitchen light, and your blood ran cold. “I'll love seeing you fucking squirm,” Nyen said, his voice dripping with sadism.

You tried to dodge as Nyen lunged at you, but he was too fast. The knife slashed across your arm, leaving a stinging cut that sent a wave of pain shooting through you. You cried out, and it hurt like SHIT.

Clutching your bleeding arm as you stumbled backwards, the fear now fully consuming you as the reality of the situation dawning on you.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Nyen sneered, advancing on you with deadly intent. “That’s just a taste of what’s coming, you fucking asshole. I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”

You grabbed a chair, swinging it in his direction with all the strength you had left, but Nyen easily sidestepped the attack quite literally insulting you because you put a lot of force into that.

He was toying with you, drawing out the moment, savoring your fear. “Come on,” he taunted, his voice low and menacing. “Fight back. Or are you just going to stand there and let me carve you up?”

You tried to swing the chair again, but Nyen was too quick. He grabbed the chair out of your hands and threw it aside with a snarl. “Pathetic,” he repeated, his voice filled with contempt. “You’re nothing. Just a weak, scared little human who doesn’t know when to shut up and admit their place.”

He grabbed you by the collar and slammed you against the wall, his face inches from yours. “Any last words?” he growled, his breath hot against your skin.

Fear paralyzed you. You could barely think, let alone come up with something to say. But before Nyen could strike, a sudden noise echoed through the house—the faint sound of a door creaking open, followed by footsteps.

Somehow, while you and Nyen were busy fighting , Nyon had managed to get Luther to intervene. Luther stood beside Nyon. Luther looked at you both in the rather unflattering position you were in, his mouth set to a line. Luther hummed, which made Nyen roughly let you go.

“Fucking pest,” he muttered under his breath, before turning his attention back to you and making sure Luther had left the room.

“Looks like you got lucky. But next time…” He pressed the knife against your throat just enough for you to feel its cold edge. “*There won’t be a next time.*”

With a final shove, he let you go, sending you sprawling to the floor. Nyen glared down at you one last time, his eyes filled with unspoken threats. Then, with a snarl of frustration, he turned and stormed out of the kitchen, leaving you trembling and shaken on the floor.

As the sound of his footsteps faded, you slumped against the wall, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The cut on your arm throbbed painfully and you tried your absolute best not to start crying.

You sat there for a long time, trying to calm your racing heart and still your shaking hands. The house felt eerily silent, the earlier tension hanging in the air. Nyen had shown you a side of him one that you hoped you’d never see again..

When you finally gathered the strength to stand, you ran into Nyon who you figured (despite the language barrier) try to patch you up.

You spent the rest of the night replaying the events of today and a smile tugged on your lips.

You were definitely going to abuse the fact that Nyen was so submissive when Luther was around.

Part 2 will be out soon! Mb smut if u guys want ^_^

[ipegchangbin]

— a while with changbin.

🏷️ (sub!)changbin x gn!reader. smut (lovemaking). angst. unprotected sex (cumming inside).

a/n: not totally back, not totally gone, but another secret third thing?

humid is the nightly air as you breathe with him.

silence is interrupted by the soft smack of your lips on his. throwing the uncomfortable distance between the both of you, your body turns to his and closes in, chest to chest, hands holding his arms, catching even your own heart off-guard from how suddenly you acted.

you love him. he loves you. that’s all that should matter.

changbin almost panics as you pull away from the kiss. his eyes widen but his pupils dilate, light reflecting off them as it glistens, glassy at your sight. you chuckle. he’s adorable this way, even if you don’t know what you’re doing.

neither of you want to think about what you both were, about your work due tomorrow, about his monthly troubles, nothing—none of the world matters as it revolves, leaving you and changbin to spin together.

it’s been a while since you had him like this, naked in his bed, sleepy yet eager to have you.

and now, you have your hands trailing up his sides. the dizziness in his head worsens. it’s an addicting buzz of an empty mind that he gets nowhere other than from you.

“i missed you,” you start, feeling up the muscles that tense and relax at your fingertips. “i missed this.”

“god…” changbin only manages to speak word per word. “missed you…so much.”

you figure not to speak further, to simply nod and giggle in response; you both shared the catching-up over coffee and dessert beforehand. weird that he’ll have his full course meal hours after dessert, though.

to think that you’re there before him, touching him as if he’d been blessed by a deity — a deity that is as human as him, to his surprise — leaves him panting. the whimper that leaves his mouth is immediately caught by your toothy smile as your sly hands make their way to his hips.

maybe it’s the coffee, maybe it’s the sweetness, maybe it’s your hands that he forgot were familiar with his weakest spots: changbin jitters as you sink your nails down on his skin, lowering his body close to yours on the bed.

“love me,” you order.

not fuck, but love; you’re tired of that. after opening and closing your heart on him like a leaking valve, it all flooded anyway as he slowly entered you.

gentle as he always was, your little gentle giant. he holds you by your arms, elbows beside yours as he propped himself delicately over your body, making sure not to squish you as his cock made its way through you. you swallowed him inch by inch by inch, until his—rather short—length filled you snugly.

despite his length, he was incredibly wide after all. you seem to have forgotten that too.

it’s not like neither of you wanted to forget. the nights that were lonelier than these for the both of you weren’t as agonizing as you and he thought. changbin could live without you, you could live without changbin. it’s not a heartbreaking realization until you both stare at each other right in this moment, eyelashes fluttering open as your faces drew impossibly close again.

how could you leave, when he feels so good with you like this?

changbin shudders as he attempts to break the eye contact, but he fails miserably as he reaches your limit. you moan and clench around his length, sure that your entrance was all closed by him, and you trap him there above you with your arms around his neck and shoulder blades.

that’s when he comfortably rests his upper body against yours, and god, the plush skin of his chest on yours is to die for.

“i love you” escapes his lips. changbin doesn’t hesitate, neither does he take it back: he’s sincere in his confession as he stills inside, failing to hold back the whimpers in his throat.

you could only respond with a kiss on his lips.

your tongue enters his mouth as you urge him with your hips to start moving. you move upwards towards his body, pushing his cock further down your hole, almost like it could break your limit — yet it feels like nothing. no pain, all pleasure, but most importantly, velvety in love.

he’s slow at first. setting a pace that he’s grown to know that you were and still are comfortable with, he makes sure that you feel his desperation in low doses. even he has self control, but he knows that it isn’t long before it breaks.

the warm breaths fill the air along with pants, grunts, and loving moans that form from bubbles in your hearts.

changbin lets out a particularly loud and high-pitched whine that makes you giggle against his skin.

“feels good?”

he nods, moaning again. this time, it’s a dragged out cry of your name, almost as if he could start to sob.

you coo at him while twirling a finger around his curly hair. he smelled of shampoo and sweat, the fresh scent of soap and musk filling your nose as you nuzzle your head closer to his. changbin only melts further in your cage of affection as you buck your hips up while pressing kisses onto his neck.

for some reason, it starts to feel like you’re the one making love to him from below. he almost stops his movements from how slow he is, unable to keep up with the circling of your hips against his crotch. it doesn’t help once you swing your legs up against his butt to push him down on your body again.

it’s impossibly wet down there, the sounds of sin forming and becoming more prominent as you continue to love him, urging him to keep thrusting into you. it’s all slow, the strokes full and not rushed. you’re hungry and so is he, desperate to feel each other wholly but not for a quick fuck-on-the-run.

you love him. he loves you.

it comes to a point where he pulls out fully before slowly pushing back in again, eliciting moans and surprised laughs out of your lungs. he smiles, only to moan too, digging his head in your chest.

“you’re perfect. don’t ever leave me,” he pleads.

there are tears on his face. there are tears on your skin.

a while of loving happens, thrusting up into each other bit by bit, all before you realize that you’re tearing up too. it had been too long since you felt so loved by him. before you could even start to wonder about it, he kisses your cheeks while pushing his cock inside you again and again, slowly but surely.

the sensations of everything from his scent, his skin, his noises, and the beautiful sight of his being start to overwhelm you. you’re later than him, only that he tries to hide his overstimulation better while attempting to keep composure.

not much of a while passes as your insides start to flutter around him, getting wetter and wetter, caging him in. you hug him impossibly tighter as you’re close, only to realize he’s been wanting to burst all the same.

“i love you so much,” he says. his voice falters as he repeats it over and over. your name is the last thing that leaves his lips before he finishes inside you.

seconds after his orgasm, you follow, groaning into his shoulder. your orgasm complements his as it all mixes inside you before oozing out as he pulls away, not fully, but enough to be comfortable.

neither of you pull away from your embraces either. you simply roll him gently over to your side, not letting go of the hug. you both cuddle for a few minutes and bask in the warmth of whatever just happened.

he longs to talk to you. touch you like this forever. cuddle into your arms every day again, but he isn’t sure how to ask permission when it isn’t guaranteed that he’d be yours at all.

“y/n…” changbin whispered. “sorry. i’m sorry.”

you turn your head to face his way. “for what?”

“i don’t know what to call this. i don’t know what to call…us.”

“oh honey,” you inch closer to him, rolling the rest of your body to his side. “we’re together.”

his eyes light up at that. it’s hope, and he’d been given false hope before, but this was different. the sincerity in your voice promises him a forever that he’d been dreaming of.

it’s the same one you’ve always needed too.

“let’s just stay like this.” with him still inside you, you scoot over to close yourselves to your limits, but this time, neither of you move. the sex is done, you just want to be close.

“all i know is that i love you.”

changbin smiles. “i love you more, honey.”

you both laugh as you fail to contest him, knowing deep in your heart that he was right — with eyes like his that stare at you this way, he did love you more. he still loves you most.

[lightbluetown]

i saw some people say ed and zheng are master strategists while stede is just some guy with ridiculous luck, but i think that's unfair. sure stede's ideas are insane, but they fit the looney tunes ass universe of ofmd perfectly. they're mostly well-thought-out, well-executed and they showcase stede's strengths and growth! so allow me to talk about them:

1- ghost of the forest - 1x02

a fuckery™ before stede even knows what a fuckery™ is! this is amateurish and stupid in every way. he's not even threatening izzy with a real dagger-- that's a letter opener. does izzy actually believe that stede has a huge crew hiding behind the bushes? doubt it! but this weird little act is enough to establish stede as a (ridiculous) pirate figure to the legendary izzy hands and to accomplish his goal of taking a hostage back

2- lighthouse - 1x04

imagine coming up with the exact same idea at the exact same time as the most brilliant tactician of the seven seas! we don't know who came up with which parts of the plan (honestly it was probably mostly ed) but this is still bloody impressive

3- stark revelations - 1x05

stede's first big success! he uses his knowledge of the aristocratic world to get a shipful of rich assholes to destroy each other, but he's also showcasing what sets him apart from them: this plan only comes to fruition because stede talks to frenchie, olu and abshir as equals. as people he can learn from, as sources of inspiration

4- duel with izzy - 1x06

this one was absolutely unhinged, but its success was far from dumb luck. only stede could think of using a brazillian cherry wood mast and ed's weird stabbing lesson to win a duel, and that's what makes this plan so undeniably stede and brilliant

5- faking his death - 1x10

i love that he just had to "die" in the most dramatic way possible. a heroic fight (tiger), a realistic accident (carriage) and the most cartoony death in the book (piano)... not only is his triple-death able to convince everyone in barbados that he's dead for good, it also allows him to have closure with his family. it's filled with stede's ridiculous unique flair, but it's designed to be a fuckery™ through and through. ed would be SO proud

6- stealing jackie's indigo dye - 2x01

quick little stealth mission. did ricky manipulate stede into trying this out? sure. did ricky also ruin it? absolutely. but it was working until then! the swede isn't part of stede's crew at this point, but his respect for stede is what gets him to cooperate and risk his relationship with his beautiful wife. also, it's thanks to his love for fine things that stede immediately recognizes the value of "blue dirt"

7- prison break - 2x03

in my eyes no scene depicts stede's growth better than this one. knocking zheng's entire crew out with tea is the most stede thing out there, and this plan uses the cherry wood mast as well! this plan relies on stede's (unrealistic) tea knowledge, overly-fancy ship and ability to coordinate his crew. what makes it breathtaking is that he secretly sets this plan into motion while actively mourning the "death" of the love of his life. he's putting his life on the line to rescue ed's "killers" because he's emotionally mature enough to look at things from their perspective and forgive them

8- inciting a mutiny - 2x06

yet another brilliant plan that could only be executed by stede. this entire episode revolves around his idea of "turning poison into positivity" and here he, well, fights poison with positivity. stede captains his pirates with respect and care (best he can) which just so happens to be the opposite of ned. he exploits this and gently gets ned's crew to turn on him. he singlehandedly saves himself and his entire crew from a notorious pirate! oh he also literally invents walking the plank right after this

9- "it's only suicide if we die" - 2x08

okay, yes, this one didn't go that well (sorry iz). but it's not like ed, zheng or anyone else had any other ideas! stede's weird suicide mission, for the most part, worked. they needed to get through british soldiers to reach their ship and they did exactly that. if only they'd remembered to check if ricky had his gun... oh well, you live and you learn

sure, ed and zheng are legends and stede is a silly newbie with wild luck. but he's also quick-witted, creative, confident and brave! he's a damn good captain and he deserves to be recognized as a good strategist!

[thepinkprincesss]

♡ after spending most of your days scheming ways to finally approach this pogue and fulfill your needs— finally you get him after being so close yet so far, you end it with vanilla ice cream and a kiss.

a/n: i think u can tell i wanted to include jj in this little moment , three-way action but for now he can be the jealous third wheel! lemme know if u think this should have a part 2!! maybe jj will be included if there's a part 2. :p

your not sure where this obsession started. or if you can even call it a obsession, you would've labeled it as something your interested in— because john b is mysterious. mysterious enough to catch your attention. kook princess stuck on a pogue boy who would toss her around like a football, a pogue boy who probably has no intentions in settling down anytime soon, which doesn't sit right with you because you want to settle down quickly, have everything screwed shut. you first became intrigued when you caught a whiff of him on the druthers— where he was employed, despite the constant teasing coming from the kook boys who had all the time in the world to tease, he took it. didn't say a word, although upon seeing him around the island you knew if he'd been with his friends, he would've been comfortable to say something. you noticed little traits about john b, how although he was confident that he needed someone to boost the confidence higher— jj maybank was that someone.

yeah, you could definitely say jj had a big impact on john b. the pair of them fed off eachother. whether it was good or bad, they just went along with each other. he could act like he hated to say it out loud, but jj had a habit of inflating his ego with compliments. a little too often for the average person, but you noticed. he’d say it in a joking way most of the time, just to avoid taking the attention off himself for too long. he hated that he was good for a few one liners and that was it.

usually if someone was interested in the duo, it tended to be the blonde— his outgoing careless personality had an effect on the ladies, all expect you. you had a specific image of jj in your little head, he was bad news and you should stay away. which you followed religiously, doing the most to keep distance from him. but who you couldn't distance from was john b, although you hadn't had a proper interaction with him quite yet.

day by day things got boring, your everyday life started to revolve around you scheming on ways to approach john b, how the conversation would go and how you'll look, how you'll speak, what vocabulary will you use to impress him, what clothes would you wear? it all started to become to dramatic. it was like the whole thing was taking over your thoughts. you wouldn’t admit you had a crush, how could you? he was a pogue. you were a kook. they were on different ends of the spectrum and they were so opposite in the eyes of everybody else it was just wrong. so you’d settle on just staring, just watching from afar. hoping he’d notice you.

it was difficult to tell if john b ever noticed, but it was so obvious a blind man could tell. how you’d stop to watch every move john b made, your eyes zoning in on him every time you were within distance of the two of them. how you’d act all flustered when the brunettes gaze landed on you, his eyebrows raising when it took you a second to snap out of the trance you were in. your thoughts were interrupted as both boys walked into the ice cream parlor where you worked, the familiar sight of john b and jj getting your heart thumping.

they were usually pretty quiet, despite jj’s loud mouth the pair of them hadn't been raised to be respectful but ultimately gotten the hint over the years to be respectful in all places of business. even if it meant they were bored. they seemed to be deciding whether or not they even wanted ice cream, although it was clear that john b did— off the bat you could sense the vibe differences. today, john b seemed to be the hyper obnoxious one, while jj seemed laid-back and quiet moody one.

you noticed the subtle change in attitude, wondering why the blonde was being so quiet. he’d usually have a few witty comments to make by now, but he was just stood by his friend silently. you didn't mind the fact he was quiet , you might've just preferred it this way. you could make out that they were definitely debating if they wanted ice cream, and you felt yourself praying they did want something. it was quiet at the moment, and a little company would be nice.

you were starting to think they really weren’t going to order anything when suddenly, jj spoke up, “think i’mma get one of them cone things with a flake.” john b rolled his eyes, “you’re so unoriginal bro —” “well why don’t you go get somethin’ all exotic then, if you’re the master of all ice cream?” john b just rolled his eyes, turning away from his friend and walking up to the counter, jj following closely behind.

as they approached you managed to fix yourself up with the twenty seconds you had, fixing your hair that didn't require the fixing, and planting a big cheeky little grin on your face. "hi boys, how can i help you today?" you say, your phrase lacking the profession it would've had if it had been anyone else, but you couldn't help but let loose and relax around john b.

they both seemed to notice the change in your attitude, but for different reasons. john b smirked upon noticing it first, his eyebrows raising with intrigue. he didn’t have time to comment on it though, as you continued to speak. meanwhile jj was trying to figure out why you were suddenly so cheerful, but then it hit him.

“ just wonderin’ if you could get me a soft vanilla cone, with a flake in it?” john b was first to speak up, giving you a friendly smile, despite knowing that you were probably having an internal crisis right now. you nodded, telling him of course, then turning to the other guy, who was looking down into the ice cream case in front of him. “not really into ice cream bro,” he muttered, his tone sounding quiet and a bit uninterested as he continued to stare into the display.

you were nodding your head like a puppy would it's owner, batting your eyelashes at the brunette, you felt like a cat in heat trying to subtly seduce her partner. everytime john b came remotely close to you, it was like a routine that you'd become stupid, like a clueless little doll that doesn't know anything about the world, as if they were born yesterday.

john b smiled at you, finding it adorable the effort you put to show him you liked him. the way you were staring at him so intensely. he didn’t look away from you for a second, it was almost like a little game he was playing at this point. how long could he keep his eye line contact with you. meanwhile jj was watching, noticing your obvious flirtatious behaviour. he wanted to say something, anything.

you made it look like you were focused on putting the ice cream together, but your heart was thumping so fast. he was looking directly at you, and it was taking all your strength to keep your mind steady because the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy. you could’ve sworn it had been a good thirty seconds at this point and yet he still hadn’t looked away, and you didn’t know if it was your imagination but you could’ve sworn his eyes were moving lower.

the attention was all on you, from both the boys. although it was more subtle from john b. he was staring straight at you, his eyes wandering. he hadn’t meant to look so hard but god, the way you were looking so shy and cute with your pretty eyes batting was drawing him in and making him feel like he was being hypnotised. he definitely had noticed that you’d fixed yourself up when you saw him walking over, and his thoughts of ‘is this girl trying to flirt???’ were confirmed when that huge grin appeared on your face. it was pretty adorable seeing how flustered you were, and he was trying to contain his giggles when he noticed your hands shaking as you put his ice cream together. he was amused, enjoying watching you squirm under his gaze.

"here ya go, sorry for the wait. that'll be seven dollars please." you said sweetly, clearing your throat and ending the eye tag little game you had going on with the brunette. you tried to act like your little flustered moment hadn’t just happened, but you knew you couldn’t fool anybody. you were red, you could feel the heat in your cheeks and ears as your heart thumped. you felt like you’d have an internal melt down if you spoke any more.

he looked away, a smile lingering on his face as he pulled some cash out of his pocket and handed it over to you. he could tell you were still a bit flustered, and thought it was funny how you tried to act oblivious once your task was complete. jj hadn’t said a word since they walked over, he was just watching everything unfold as he tried to keep a neutral face. a little irritated he had to play third wheel in this whole situation.

you took the money and punched it into the cash register, trying to maintain a normal and polite tone of voice, despite being nervous as hell. you couldn’t keep eye contact with him either, suddenly finding the floor tiles to be the most interesting things in the world in that moment. once you were able to form a smile again, you handed his change over, making sure your fingers brushed against his in the process.

purely on accident after taking a moment to yourself at the cash register, you couldn't help but let a giggle out, forgetting the boys were still there you quickly stopped. you could feel your cheeks burning up while you struggled to act normal after. trying desperately to stop the giggles from spilling out of your mouth whenever you spoke. it just sounded like little nervous giggles of a schoolgirl at this point, and it was definitely too obvious to go unnoticed.

he found himself smiling when your little giggle accidentally left your lips, he didn’t expect that to happen and it caught him by surprise. it was pretty cute though. during the uncomfortable silence and the giggles jj had whispered to john b for a lick of his cone.

john b was still stood by the counter, eating away at his ice cream, giving his friend an eye roll. “i bought this for myself bro, you can get your own,” he said bluntly.

“com’on bro, i’m broke.” the blonde retorted, trying to give jb a pitiful look. you couldn’t help but watch the interaction between them both, it was pretty cute considering they didn’t like sharing anything. “well that’s your own fault, bro.” he just said bluntly, shrugging his shoulders, continuing to eat his ice cream.

after a moment of silence had passed, and john b had his back to jj— he folded. the brunette got his money's worth of the scoop of ice cream before he turned around and planted the cone in the blonde's hands. "go outside for a minute." john b ordered, giving him a gentle friendly jab to the blonde's side.

a smirk crept onto the blonde’s face, “awh, that’s what i’m talking about,” the blonde gave john b a sly little smile. “there we go, thanks bro.” he said happily, before heading out of the store and presumably sat outside on the curb. it was pretty obvious that jj had been wanting a taste — he’d been staring at it longingly the whole time. he quickly took the ice cream and scurried off to stand outside, leaving the two of you alone.

jb just stood there silently for a second, before returning his gaze to you. it was like he was trying to carry on the conversation you were having, which was making it even more difficult for you to keep it cool. you were a bit relieved when jj headed outside. not that you minded him, the guy was definitely entertaining. you just preferred time alone with john b.

john b still leaned against the counter, his gaze still on you, but you could feel the shift in the atmosphere now that they were no longer bickering. it felt different. “sorry about that uh, jj can be a lil’ pushy at times.” he chuckled, running his free hand through his dark hair.

“it’s fine, it’s sweet.” you said, the words slipping out of your mouth before you could even control them. you were surprised at your own words, considering you’d just called john b’s friend ‘sweet’ without realising. he raised an eyebrow at that, amused by the sudden confidence.

“sweet?” he questioned, grinning at your words. it was clear that he was amused by that statement. you were starting to regret your stupid little compliment, mentally slapping yourself for the dumb choice of words. you hoped he didn’t find it weird.

he could tell that you felt embarrassed by your outburst, the way you looked down to the floor and avoided eye contact was enough to confirm that. he found it pretty adorable though, and he found it strange how quick your attitude and behaviour shifted. it left him curious. “hey, look at me.” he said in a tone that wasn’t demanding, but a soft request that you immediately listened to. you looked back up to meet his gaze, noticing a smirk forming on his lips.

“you’re very shy, aren’t you?” he teased, tilting his head to meet your gaze, his elbow resting on the counter. it was like he was studying you, watching your nervous reactions and fidgeting.

“uh…” you mumbled, you struggled to get any words out, suddenly becoming incredibly self conscious of every aspect of your personality. there was something about him that made you incredibly nervous, but also intrigued. ““no, not really…”” you finally muttered quietly.

he laughed at your response, it was clear that he didn’t believe you about the whole ‘not shy’ thing. he was just amused by your little reaction. he let go of the counter, the smirk still stuck on his face. “i don’t really believe that. you don’t seem to be able to look me in the eyes, i’d call that pretty shy.”

you fell silent, you wanted to argue back, but he definitely wasn’t wrong to be fair. you could barely look him in the eye or get your own words out without stuttering or blushing. you opened your mouth to say something, but his next words silenced you. “wanna know something though?” he leaned in a bit more, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes.

you were curious, the way he leaned in a bit lower to your level, the smirk on his face. he was definitely up to something. you nodded for him to continue, your interest piqued now. he just chuckled lowly, and you felt yourself shiver. when you reopened your mouth to speak again you were met with his lips.

you were definitely caught by surprise, not expecting him to do such a thing while he was at the counter of your workplace. but you didn’t pull away, instead melted into the feeling completely. his lips were surprisingly soft for a guy, and they were very skilled. he’d clearly experienced in the whole kissing department, and you were enjoying every second of it.

it was as if he had you under a spell, your body moving towards him of its own accord. you got as close as you could, given the counter was separating you, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, pulling him closer. john b was just enjoying this way too much, his lips curving into a smirk whenever your grip on him would get tighter.

he felt you relax into his touch, and he couldn’t help but smirk against your lips, finding your eager response so cute. he was taking his sweet time, not wanting to rush any part of this moment, and he was clearly savoring every touch of your eager lips. you both completely flaked at the fact that you were currently in your place of work, the shop quiet and no one else around. he had to mentally restrain himself from grabbing you and yanking you over the counter so he could grab you properly. he decided this was probably a bad place to let the kiss get too heated.

he finally broke the kiss, a bit breathless. you both took a moment to regather yourselves, glancing around to make sure no one had witnessed your little display of passion. john blooked amused, like he’d just discovered a really interesting toy to play with.

“knew you weren’t just some shy lil’ thing” he teased, using a low tone this time. you were at a total loss for words, your mind clouded and flustered. how could he have this much of an effect on you from just a simple kiss? it was crazy.

he chuckled as he took in your current state. you looked pretty dishevelled right now — eyes all hazy, mouth slightly agape, cheeks a rosy shade of red. he found it adorable how you seem to come undone so easily, a smirk once again appearing on his face.

you snapped back into reality, fixing your ruffled hair and tucking your shirt back into your uniform wear, still speechless before giggling. never ever during the moments you thought fiercely how your first interaction would go, would be this situation.

he pulled away, straightening out his shirt. he wasn’t about to let you get away with this completely unscathed, he still wanted to tease you. “get off work soon?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

you caught onto his joke, answering truthfully as you had a genuine grin on your face, looking up at him with your chin in your palm. "at four o'clock." you said, adjusting the straps of your uniform that had become messy during your little makeup sesh with the brunette.

he nodded, he couldn’t help but grin once he heard that voice again. there was something about your voice and mannerisms that ticked all the boxes for him. once he saw you fix yourself up, trying to look presentable again, he chuckled, “that uniform’s cute by the way.” before making his way out,

leaving you with your thoughts and still very much intrigued with him, just now you'll finally get some action instead of laying in your bed waiting for him to make the move. you were satisfied to say the least.

[pagannatural]

2.20 What Is and What Should Never Be

- the djinn episode. much to think about

-Dean makes a comment on the phone with Sam about a hot actress and Sam says “are you even listening to me?” in this very effeminate way, it’s adorable.

- Dean says he’s going to check out a possible lair and Sam says “wait no no no come pick me up first” all little brother wanting to go along, but Dean hangs up on him. The next shot of Sam holding the disconnected phone and turning his head is taken from above which makes him seem small, indicating that he’s probably feeling worried or left out. He’s afraid what will happen to Dean and he wants to be a part of the hunt.

- Dean gets got by the djinn.

Okay, so in order to analyze any of the characters and events in Dean’s djinn-dream we need to understand what exactly is going on. My interpretation is that, as Dean explains toward the end of the episode, it’s not a perfect fantasy or a representation of Dean’s truest desires. It’s just the djinn picking up on his strongest wish and what he thinks his life would be like were it fulfilled. His wish is that his mom never died in a fire. The whole dream is a product of this wish and what Dean assumes would’ve happened/where the djinn’s magic takes him.

However, this wish-world is flawed because it’s limited by the things Dean is limited by. He can imagine having many of the things he wants, like a girlfriend and a regular job, but his wish isn’t that he could be happy, his wish is that the defining tragedy of his life had never happened and therefore the people he loves the most could be happy. So although he and his mom and Sam are alive and well, there are also a lot of things wrong in the dream. The things that are wrong are therefore very telling:

I think he has an alcohol problem in the dream because he figures that even if things were different he would screw up or not be good enough in some very important ways. Again, it’s just a wish- his beliefs about himself haven’t changed.

John doesn’t make an appearance because Dean can’t really imagine a healthy relationship with him or any version of him at all that doesn’t revolve around hunting.

He and Sam aren’t on good terms because they never hunted together. Dean fears that the only thing that binds Sam to him is their fucked up history. He thinks that if their mom hadn’t died, Sam would’ve had the things that he’s said he wanted: graduated from Stanford, studying law, engaged to a beautiful woman. This is what Dean assumes Sam would’ve become. He assumes they would not be close and that he himself would lowkey be a fuck-up, albeit a fuck-up in a more common way.

So what is the significance? This suggests that Dean believes his relationship with Sam and his place in Sam’s life was only earned through raising him and taking care of him, which he wouldn’t have done if their lives were normal. His self-worth stems from his relationship with Sam and his ability to care for him and love him, so in the dream Dean has the outline of the normal life he wants to want, but he’s also not a person he would respect. Even his djinn-girlfriend tells him (jokingly) she’s with him because she has low standards. He doesn’t have the job he said in s1 that he always wanted, which is being a firefighter. He works in a garage just like his dad did. He doesn’t save people. And most damning of all, he’s ruined his relationship with Sam by letting him down over and over. He’s completely lost himself. So yeah, this is far from a reflection of Dean’s deepest desires.

- Another element that needs unpacking in terms of what exactly is going on in the dream is that Sam has a point of view. Djinn-Sam is still his own character, he’s shown to have thoughts and reactions even when Dean isn’t around or isn’t looking. He has his own point of view even though he exists in Dean’s head. So how is it possible for the version of Sam that exists in Dean’s subconscious to act independently of Dean?

My interpretation is that the characters in the dream are animated by the Djinn’s magic, which has a purpose. Its purpose is to make the dream appealing so that the victim will remain unconscious and happy rather than trying to wake up. This is why, when Dean realizes that he is actually unconscious, the other characters from the dream appear to him to try and convince him not to wake up and to stay with them forever. They have a directive. The characters follow this directive by behaving in ways that Dean both expects and wishes for. I really don’t think they’re the djinn or that they’re nefarious, I think they’re just Dean’s conceptions of the people they represent. They don’t really act out of character, aside from the fact that their purpose is to fulfill Dean’s wish and keep him from waking.

So basically, djinn-Sam is his own character because he’s animated by the djinn’s magic, but all of his thoughts and feelings and behaviors are both what Dean wishes for and what he would expect under the circumstances.

So. Keeping that in mind as we take a look at Djinn-Sam.

-Sam’s response to Dean calling him late at night is to giggle and say “you’re drunk dialing me.” Drunk dialing is very much a trope used to link romantic interests. Also he picks up after the first ring. Sam is eager to hear from Dean and flirts with him even though they’re on the outs -> Dean wants and expects Sam to answer his calls immediately and flirtatiously

- Dean asks his mom where Sam is and says “I’m dying to see him.”

Dean is literally dying, hanging by his wrists with his blood slowly draining out of him, so that he can see a version of Sam who is happy. He’s thrilled to see his mom, but a huge part of this wish is seeing Sam happy and educated and successful and loved. Dean seems truly, glowingly happy and proud of Sam. It’s this part of him that wishes Sam had everything Dean couldn’t give him and that wishes they could both not only be normal but be fulfilled by anything besides one another.

- From the conversation Dean has with himself at his dad’s grave, it’s clear that he doesn’t believe his dad cared much about his personal happiness. He’s sacrificed himself in so many ways for his entire life at the altar of his dad’s mission, but now that Sam’s humanity is on the line it’s too much. He increasingly just doesn’t want to do this any more.

- When Dean decides to go after the djinn and reenacts the break-in scene from the pilot, it cues a reset in his relationship with Sam in this world. From this point Sam has to change his behavior if there’s any hope of Dean staying, so he starts to act a lot more like the version of Sam that Dean knows and loves in real life. This Sam is still saying and doing things that Dean wants and acting how Dean would expect him to act, but now the context has changed. He’s doing more of what Dean wants and breaking from the version Dean assumes would exist if their mom were alive.

-> Dean’s wish for Sam to be happy and normal is not as strong as his need to be close to Sam, for Sam to choose him and follow him and leave everything else behind to be together. Ostensibly Dean doesn’t ask Sam to come with him, but it’s his head and Sam is doing whatever will convince Dean to stay, so ultimately this is Dean. He needs Sam.

- Dean apologizes to Sam and Sam gives him this incredibly guarded look

and then this deeply worried and scared look

and then he decides to go with Dean “because you’re still my brother” which is the affirmation Dean needs. “Because we’re brothers” for these two is a deeper and holier connection than any other. And the way Sam is now more vulnerable and scared for Dean is exactly what Dean is used to from his little brother.

- Sam is trying to help and Dean says “what, you protect me? That’s hilarious.” It’s probably hilarious because this version of Sam is a pansy by their usual standards, but in reality Sam is on his way to find Dean and protect him. Dean keeps accidentally saying things that are true in real time.

- when she’s trying to convince Dean to stay in the dream, Mary promises no pain or fear, just love and comfort and safety, and specifically not worrying about Sam any more and watching him live a full life. So we have the bones of Dean’s deepest wish: love, comfort, safety, and to see Sam happy and safe.

In reality, Sam can only be any important kind of happy and safe when he’s with Dean. And the love that Dean wants can only come from Sam.

- Dean says “I’m sorry” to Sam, and only Sam, before plunging the knife into his heart and waking up. Mary and his dream-girlfriend are right there. His dead mom who he wished back to life is right there. But he looks at this version of Sam to say he’s sorry before waking up. This feels like another thing that he wants to tell Sam in real life but can’t.

- Dean has been tied up bleeding and on drugs for probably not that long but long enough that he lost consciousness and yet he snaps the remaining bits of rope with brute strength and kills the djinn when Sam is threatened. So he not only gets himself out of the djinn’s spell, but also saves Sam. And then he goes straight to help the other victim. It’s such a stark contrast to the man he thinks he would have been.

- Dean tells Sam that the dream wasn’t a perfect fantasy, it was just a wish, and that since he and Sam never became hunters they “never…” and Sam says “I’m glad we do.”

Never what? And is Sam saying he’s glad they hunt together or he’s glad that they became what they are to each other? This phrasing is purposefully vague. But it highlights Sam’s resolve this season in actually choosing to hunt, he’s not just doing it because he feels obligated. Even in the opening scene to this episode, remember how Sam asked to come along with Dean and went out looking for him right away when he hung up.

Dean looks at him so sadly, one eyebrow raised, like he doesn’t believe him that he’s glad, or doesn’t want to. He’s skeptical that Sam is really choosing this, or him.

- Sam tells Dean “I’m glad you dug yourself out, most people wouldn’t have had the strength” and Sam is the researcher so he probably knows this is true of djinn victims. It’s one of so many things that Sam admires and looks up to about Dean.

But Dean doesn’t want to be strong any more. He wants to stop worrying about Sam. Dean says all he can think about is how much this job’s cost them, and it’s Sam who argues that saving people’s lives hurts and isn’t fair but is worth it.

Dean’s eyes flick to Sam in this vulnerable, fearful way. I think he’s thinking about Sam here, about how nothing could be worth losing him. Not all the lives they’ve saved, not getting his mom back, nothing. He had to dig deep to find the will to wake up and his reason is Sam. Dean knows he’s in love with Sam and would do anything for him, but he believes he’s only as good as his ability to care for him, and those two things are at constant war. I think he thinks that if they could walk away from this life and be normal maybe Sam could be safe, even though he knows that’s not true.

[michanvalentine]

I was asked if I had any thoughts on Astarion's character development in terms of taking responsibility and making choices. And him coming to terms with that part of his past he's ashamed of. In the past I didn't dwell on it in detail, normally I write down on the keyboard what spontaneously passes through my brain. But I think they are excellent food for thought, so I will try to express what I think about it.

Here’s a little ramble, just because I love psychology and think it’s something to always keep in mind when discussing Astarion. If you’re not interested, feel free to skip ahead!

(Let’s talk a bit about the self.

The self is quite a complex concept with many facets. Briefly put, it’s shaped by various internal and external factors and reflects a conscious image of "me." In psychology, it’s key to building the Ego of an individual—the capacity to act, understand, organize, and interpret experiences. The Ego provides a sense of uniqueness, coherence, and personal continuity since the self encompasses many "faces." All this forms the personality of an individual, which naturally develops (and changes) throughout life.

Particular attention in the formation of the self is given to sensitive periods, such as early childhood. The self determines the level of self-esteem based on an individual’s assessment of their worth and competence in the characteristics they attribute to themselves (Real Self), their future aspirations (Ideal Self), and what they want to avoid (Feared Selves). The greater the discrepancy between these aspects, the lower the level of self-esteem. Social support and approval, as well as competence in domains deemed important to the self, obviously contribute to perceiving oneself as a person of value.

I’ll stop here, or this will turn into a full-blown psychology lecture, diving into every possible personality disorder! xD)

Astarion, as we know, has had his sense of self fundamentally undermined. For him, the world is divided between those who have power and those who don’t, with the former always being the "winners" in his eyes. The magistrate he once was is long dead, along with his moral compass and the life he used to live—especially after 200 years of servitude to Cazador.

As vampire spawn, akin to a newborn in some respects, Astarion learned to exist solely within Cazador’s world, revolving around Cazador, for Cazador. He was the domineering father figure, and vampire society functions under strict rules handed down by vampire lords. In this hostile context, without any room for self-expression or choice, Astarion developed a fragmented and damaged self-image. Constantly belittled by Cazador as an individual (small, weak, useless, incapable, all words he uses in the game), always pitted against his brothers and sisters, and degraded from a magistrate to a prostitute (this is important because it’s the only skill—or "talent," as he calls it himself—that Astarion believes gives him any value or power, forming the basis for his self-image). It’s easy to imagine just how high his self-esteem must be, right? Most importantly, he never developed the skills to navigate life as a free individual—at least not in a healthy way.

This is why, even if reluctantly (and despite his fear), he ends up leaning on Tav/Durge. Astarion is a follower, not a leader—not yet, at least. He needs a guiding figure to help him figure out what to do because making decisions and acting independently don’t come naturally to him; they terrify him. Especially outside of his talents, sex and survival. He needs to be rehabilitated, re-educated, and to achieve this, he requires a safe and healthy environment where he can experiment and grow, perhaps developing other faces of the self on which to base a new evaluation. Like, I'm not just a slave or a whore: but I'm also a companion, a friend, a lover, a hero and I'm able to listen, to help, to learn, to collaborate, etc. For instance, I think his lack of attention to detail reflects this to some extent—not just his tendency to be dismissive or distracted. In fact, Astarion isn’t stupid at all; his intelligence and wisdom stats in D&D terms are above average. He knows how to move in the shadows, remain unnoticed, and is highly skilled with his hands. Additionally, we shouldn’t forget that Astarion is an excellent observer of bodies, particularly body language. This is especially common when someone has lived in a stressful environment with abusive parents or partners. Recognizing the early signs of what they fear most—abuse—is crucial for trying to avoid getting hurt. The inflection of a tone, the light in someone’s eyes, the posture of their shoulders, arms, torso, etc. Body language is the most direct and primal form of communication and reveals intentions.

This is a skill Astarion has naturally refined, not only through survival but also by interacting with countless partners. It inevitably helps him sense certain things before others do, often saving him from trouble. So, he’s far from just some clueless fool, no matter how frivolous he might seem at times.

Sure, stress kills neurons, but the issue is deeper than intellect. To execute a plan, one needs to make decisions and lead a group—something he simply isn’t equipped to do yet. This also ties to accountability, an inherent part of decision-making—especially when others are involved.

Throughout the game, Astarion grows and begins to reclaim his rights as an individual. He realizes he’s more than an object to be used (he is no longer small, weak, useless, incapable), and he starts to establish boundaries and discover what he truly wants or doesn’t want to do, always alongside Tav/Durge. By the good ending, he even states that with Cazador gone, he can finally find out who he really is and what he wants from the life he’s regained. He’s still afraid—the road to healing is long, and the trauma is deep—but he’s willing to work on himself, which he couldn’t or wouldn’t do before.

A significant part of Astarion’s defense mechanism is dissociation, the ability to separate himself from the terrible things that have happened to him—or that he has done.

This, in my opinion, is how he managed to survive without completely losing his mind. In the game, there’s even a dialogue choice that highlights how Astarion simply repressed everything inside and kept going—a deeply unhealthy way of coping. And rightly so, the vampiric spawn retorts that it’s easy to judge when you haven’t lived through such a situation.

However, when Astarion comes face to face with his victims, that mechanism begins to falter. This time, he’s forced to confront what he has done directly, with all the consequences it entails. He has to look them in the eye, listen to their harsh words, and endure both their pain and his own—without filters, without excuses. The sequence is heart-wrenching, as we all know, but what I particularly love is Astarion’s comment about the Gur children and how, when he delivered them to Cazador, he felt nothing. I love it because it’s followed by an “oh” that speaks volumes more than all the discussions about ascension up until that moment. That “oh” seems to say, “How the hell is that even possible?!”

Astarion is surprised, first and foremost, because what he felt then isn’t what he’s feeling now. Before, he was numb, alienated—a ghost wandering the streets. But now, he’s not. He’s more awake and lucid than he’s been in the last 200 years. This concept is crystal clear when, upon setting foot inside Cazador’s palace, the vampiric spawn states that everything feels different, even though the place hasn’t changed. It’s not the palace that’s different; it’s Astarion!

And at this point, after speaking with Sebastian and Chessa, Astarion is torn.

On one side, there’s ascension, with all the rational explanations—or justifications for Tav/Durge and himself—about why it must be done. The vampire spawn are too many and too hungry; they’ll cause a massacre, etc., etc. On another side, there’s the need to erase the evidence of what he was, of what Astarion endured, and what he inflicted upon others—what these wretches represent as a mirror reflecting his own helplessness and pathetic state. A victim, essentially. And that, for him, is humiliating because he was, in fact, humiliated for 200 years. He’s deeply ashamed of it.

But yet another part of him holds the desire to do the right thing.

In fact, if asked about the prisoners and what he intends to do, Astarion will say he’s weighing his options. Not only that, but Astarion also gives his approval when Tav/Durge tells Sebastian that their freedom depends on whether or not they know how to control hunger. Adding immediately after that they can succeed. Anyway, at this moment, for the first time, the choice and the responsibility are entirely on Astarion's shoulders—and on his conscience. There are no orders from Cazador to carry out, no Tav/Durge acting on his behalf. The most Tav/Durge can do is help him think clearly in a moment when, between fear, the scent of blood in the air, and power within reach, Astarion might not be the most clear-headed being on the planet. But ultimately, the decision is his to make. The first of many more to come.

However, I believe Astarion truly takes responsibility for his actions when, after freeing the vampire spawn, he becomes the leader of the coven in the Underdark in the ending. In this particular case, the transformation is complete—Astarion is a leader who plans, makes tough decisions every day, manages resources, takes care of his people (his old victims, let's not forget), and continually grows in his independence.

Naturally, returning to the concept of the self, each of the endings—whether he travels across Faerûn with Tav/Durge, becomes a nocturnal vigilante in Baldur’s Gate, or even ascends—offers a perspective on how Astarion has changed and how new experiences have added positive aspects to his self-concept. These enable him to increasingly perceive himself as competent and valuable. At this point, I’m afraid I might have gotten lost in the flood of words, and I’m not sure if I’ve managed to address the proposed topics thoroughly. My apologies—I tend to lose myself in my thoughts and ramble on freely! If needed, feel free to let me know, and I’ll add a follow-up! xD Anyone who made it this far is a true hero, just so you know!

[w2beastars]

Waezi2′s thoughts on “Beast Complex” chapter 24.

Paru is back at it again!

Meet South the Iguana.

South is a twenty-nine year old lizard. Saying he is an alcoholic might be an exaggeration... but he very much have an alcohol problem. Having sensitive skin and living in a very warm area, South needs to stay hydrated, but he choose to mainly drink beer instead of water. Partly because of how it affects his skin but also o make it easier for him to not think about his problems.

But then his excessive drinking is cock-blocked by a penguin inside the beer fridge... Still not the weirdest thing I ever wrote.

Yeah, a baby penguin somehow ended up in the store where South gets his favorite brand of beer. To stay cool in the very warm area South lives in, the little guy is now inside the beer fridge and refuse to leave. Begrudgingly, South takes the little penguin to his small apartment so the shop can stock up on beer again.

Having a guest in his home for the first time in ages, South realize that his place is not just dirty, it is rather empty. He sleeps on a mattress, has a fridge for his beer and food and a microwave oven for his meals. His home is about as pathetic as he is.

As South thinks about how his life is kind of a fart, we learn something... shocking about this iguana.

Something that you have never seen before in Beastars OR in Beast Complex. Something so odd that you might find it revolting. It will make you wonder if Paru was even more unhinged than she normally is while making this comic!

You see, South...

... was in a relationship with a female WHO IS THE SAME SPECIES AS HIM!

Trust me, dear reader. I'm as shocked as you are! A Beast Complex character who was NOT dating an animal completely different from them?!

What madness is this?!

Okay, seriously speaking.

We get some good ol' Paru symbolism as we see that South's life has for a while revolved around his fridge. Or rather, what is inside it. It got out of hand to the point that his (same-species?!?!?) girlfriend dumped him and his boss feeling so sorry for him that he makes him take a break instead of downright firing him.

So South drinks when he gets anxious. But his increasing drinking makes him more anxious, which results in him drinking even more, making him more anxious and so on. As he thinks about his boss and ex, he once again gets "thirsty" and practically tears his fridge oepn.

South would probably end up as a drunken waist... if not for his new "roommate."

See, the thing about depression is that you often ends up alone, either because the people around you lose their patience or you choose to be alone. And when you are alone with a minimum of interaction with the real world, you stop caring about the small things like cleaning your home, a proper diet and your economy.

Best thing to do is actually to be useful somehow. Like doing voluntary work or getting a pet. Or in this case, a penguin in your fridge. If you are of use for someone else, you feel a little better about yourself.

And that's what South is to the baby penguin he has named Sam(a reference to the Japanese word for "cold"). The two of them can't really talk since Sam is a sea animal and has a entirely different language.

Whenever South has his panic attacks and go for a beer, he is instead met by the fluffy little bird in the fridge. So South has to clean the fridge for penguin poop and also spend extra hours in his part-time job since he spends more money on electricity because of Sam being inside the fridge. As the days pass, South finds himself acting like, well... a functional adult.

One day, South gets a reason to panic again as he realize that Sam is losing his white coat and looks skinny instead of fluffy.

If you know a thing or two about penguins, then you will know that there is nothing to worry about. But South knows jack shit about these birds, so he rush him to a hospital on his bicycle.

On their way, they pass the ocean... and we get this majestic moment.

There was nothing to worry about, Sam is just growing up and losing his fluff, finally ready to leave his nest and get in the ocean.

A pair of dolphins are luckily near and South has managed to learn to speak a little sea language so he can ask the dolphins to escort the young penguin to Antarctica.

Despite Sam having left his apartment, South still have a little of Sam in his fridge as the penguin sends him letters on pieces of ice.

So South's life still revolves around his fridge so to say, just in a much healthier way.

This was such a nice tale about a guy rebuilding his life by having to be dependent for someone else.

... Even if South is a freak, dating a fellow iguana. BE A FURRY LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, SOUTH!

I'm Waezi2, and thanks for wasting time with me.

[snailfen]

been seeing people write up s4 wishlists so heres mine !!!

- i actually would like to see nickel apologize. i trust them to not have suitcase forgive his ass at all but after everything he put her through, she deserves that closure!

- on that note, what about suitcase and baseballs relationship now? i think the thing is that even up to the end, baseball still didnt fully understand suitcase. even if he understood why she left the alliance, he still believes her to be a victim of circumstance when it came to voting nickel out, and then he assumed himself to be a source of anxiety for suitcase and didn't let her talk after she chose knife as her final competitor. i don't think its OVER for them as friends especially since baseballs learned he can't give up trying even when he fails, but i do think its another obstacle in their rocky relationship. yeesh you two this is awkward

- also ALSO i would like to see baseball and balloon interact?. they hardly interacted on the grand slams and while baseball did side with nickel in the plot to get him out, he still wanted suitcase to have him as a friend if thats what she wanted. overall he doesn't seem to dislike balloon, at all? cant really say how balloon sees him. but i wanna See

- the complications in fan and test tubes relationship with bot, we've already seen some of it with bot going against test tube when it came to cabby, but im talking more about bot resenting them for the way they were made. i mean i would also like to see fans positive relationship as well since we've mostly only seen test tubes side of things, but when it comes to both of them i wanna see how that resentment might interfere with bots relationship to them. bot genuinely does seem to desire having them in their life, but what now? part of me wonders if finding out that they (unknowingly) perpetuated a cycle of abuse through bot would also affect this, and also how.

- SPEAKING OF THE CYCLE !!!!!! (<-rain world fans when theres a cycle) i really want to see how the contestants process their entire existence being for a gameshow. like, none of them have parents, they just spawned into the world thinking death wasnt such a huge deal because they could be revived (until now). they're some guys coping mechanism. yeah sure they can now make their lives their own, but they aren't NORMAL. thats kinda fucked when you think about it

- salt character development please please please oh please. the thing thats really interesting about salt is that she's one of the very few who hasn't broken from her "code" so to speak. i really do think the only thing that's going to cause her to do that (as hinted at by brian? or at least how i interpreted it) is if pepper gets fed up with her acting like the world revolves around her. pepper is just as much salts other half as salt is peppers, the only thing is, salt doesn't realize that because she's the "trendsetter" and peppers the "follower". it also doesn't seem like anyone else actually likes her at this point either, so if she loses pepper for a bit its really gonna force her to reevaluate her entire life.

- on that note this is a personal headcanon ive come up with so im not betting on it happening. but its really good to the point that id like to see it in canon so im putting it here anyways. candlepep friendship? candle has learned she needs to focus on herself rather than the needs of others, but since the contestants have to rebuild from scratch, i could very well see her falling back on old habits and trying to help others and possibly forgetting her own needs. she must feel needed, after all! but then theres pepper. based on my hypothetical above, being without salt is gonna be really tough for her but she's probably gonna have a little more support from others than salt.

However! pepper instinctively feels like she needs someone to "follow", so without salt i could very well see her trying to latch onto others. i feel like seeing someone who's in a similar predicament (both girls needing to center someone else in their lives) might remind candle that she needs to remember her needs and focus on herself. i feel like the two of them could teach eachother something important? meditation involves focusing on yourself and pepper still needs to learn that. as for the other way around, peppers interests are more based on fashion and makeup (and while those are interests that still align with salt) and that kind of practice is most fun when you focus on what makes you personally happy (something candle could learn, focusing on her wants and needs etc). i like the idea of them not necessarily NEEDING eachother but growing to like the other and wanting the other as their friend. either that or their problems clash and it becomes toxic yuri but i think candles had enough. brian koch receive my brain waves...... PLEASEEEE..........

- get funny with the contestants. some of these fuckers havent even SEEN eachother before ii18. i wanna see everyone get screentime if im being honest! i wanna see new friendships form and shit, maybe new rivalries as well! @/br1ghtestlight mentioned teakettle, tissues, lifering and blueberry living together at some point and i really like the idea of that, i can see how they'd work. i do want to be surprised on some small part but honestly, whatever works.

- the ultimate cheer factory (bot, goo, cheesy, cherries, maybe bomb and lightbulb). they'll take over the world

- fluffy payjay affection but i want it in small doses. maybe we see oj holding onto papers arm as they're discussing the new hotel with others, or them going on a gay little date as a b-plot, or calling eachother the dumbest petnames possible. at least one onscreen kissy. i don't hate payjay or anything i love it actually. just small doses or ill explode and die from being a payjay shipper for 7 years

- Mephones Possibly Complicated Healing Journey. i feel like mephones feelings surrounding cobs being dead are a little complicated, on the basis that cobs made him and he's spent most of his life wanting his approval, but he is mostly relieved. the only thing mephone has ever wanted was to be free from him after all! i also want to see more of 3GS, who he is outside of what we've seen of him. i think he'd like flash games on the puter

- knickle scene that lasts more than a minute PLEASE I MISS OUR GAMERS

- knife struggling to adjust to his new life. "its fine, im.... here." yeah sure 🙄 i saw that look on your face i KNOW you gaf. ontop of everything ive already talked about in the past (being a ghost), he now has (accidentally cus he didn't really MEAN to) shoehorned himself into marshmallows life and i dont think she's gonna give up living with bow just cus knife guy is there, but damn thats gotta make things REAL hard for the both of them. i never want to see marsh forgive him for bullying her just cus he saved her life, but i do want to see how they make... living with eachother, work out. i would also like to see us get into the 5 Secret Hints That Knife Probably Doesn't Like Himself Very Much but not at the same time as the marsh stuff probably

- taco adjusting. not only has she had it ROUGH even before the finale, but uh. no one trusts her probably. except for like, mic, and maybe soap. the bfdi x ii shorts arent canon but given the way she acts in that short, i think its easy to expect that shes gonna struggle HARD. on that note more of her and soap, i feel like having them introduced was such a good idea and soap is probably going to be a really good person for taco to have around when shes struggling to do the right thing. i also want her and marsh to talk about mepad but i dont have much else to say besides that

- okay god most of this is specific character interactions. suitcase and pickle become friendsies? please?? pretty pretty please.

- n/a and others return from the war :(. I miss them

- i heavily doubt they'll bring in the recommended characters as characters for real but I would like to see it happen. I think it would be really funny if apple saw teddy bear again and was like "oh hi teddy bear :D I missed you!!!" and teddy bear was like SHUT UP SHUT UP I HATE YOU YOU NEVER SHOULD'VE BEAT ME even though its been years and it hardly matters anymore. I would like to see more of magnifying glass and spikey mervert but I don't have a whole lot to go off of with them, other than mag showing up to the spoiled lemon concert in episode 10 for some reason.

thats all I can think of for now .... I'm hungry ..........

[xomarzz]

fore your heart

~3.8k words, countryclub!golfer! caleb x black!cart girl! reader, au, semi-strangers to lovers, smut, very subtle mentions of micro-agreessions/racism, yearningg because i’m a yearner if nothing elseee, unprotected sex, dirty talk, a little (i think) aggressive dirty talk, condescending talk, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, black reader intended, minors and ageless blogs do not interact, i WILL block you!!

a/n: this was initially intended for gojo from jjk, but in the process, my lads brainrot decided it’d be great for caleb, especially after the release of his myth. also inspired by a story i read and a few tiktoks i saw about being a cart girl :). idk if i hate this or not yet, so i hope it isn’t bad, and that you enjoy :p ♡ (if it randomly disappears, i decided i hated it)

another saturday morning at skyhaven country club, the kind where the air is warm enough for the golf course to glow, but not quite hot enough to melt you into a puddle. you’ve been working as a cart girl here for the past two summers. you’re good at it—knowledgeable about the different drink orders, friendly but not overbearing, and always quick to get back to the clubhouse before your shift ends.

your boho braids fall neatly down your back, giving you a relaxed yet put-together look. it’s the perfect balance between practical and a little bit of personal flair—stylish enough for the country club, but still easy to manage as you navigate the course. you adorn a crisp white polo shirt that’s a little snug around the shoulders. paired with it is a soft pink tennis skirt that gives you plenty of freedom to move as you dart between carts, and a comfortable pair of well-worn sneakers complete the look, that are ready for hours on your feet. the outfit is simple, but it works—a mix of cute and functional that fits perfectly into the country club’s atmosphere, letting you blend in while still feeling like yourself. there’s something about the way the sun highlights your skin, making the job feel less like work and more like a momentary escape.

your job mostly consists of pushing a golf cart full of snacks, drinks, and golf balls around to rich, annoying, and sometimes rude members. the regulars don’t stand out much, all of them wearing their pastel polos, oversized sunglasses, and acting like the world revolves around them.

you’ve heard their subtle comments, the kind that come with quiet judgment, the looks that linger just a little too long when you pass by—like you don’t quite fit into this space. most of them glance at you with that familiar sense of entitlement, as if you’re just part of the scenery, something to be moved around.

except for one.

caleb is different. you don’t know what it is exactly. maybe it’s the way he holds himself, confident but not entirely arrogant. maybe it’s the fact that his eyes are a striking shade of purple, deep and captivating, always seeming to find you, even when you’re not looking. he’s one of the club’s most frequent members, the type who gets a tee time at 7 a.m. sharp and spends most of his day on the course. his gaze doesn’t linger with suspicion or superiority. instead, it feels different—like he’s genuinely seeing you, not just the job you’re doing or the uniform you’re wearing.

he’s been coming in for months now, but it wasn’t until last week that he started making small talk.

it was a brief conversation—something about how hot the sun was—but there was a glint in his eye that made you think he was interested in more than just your knowledge of the weather.

today, he was on the course again. you were circling the green, leaning back on the cart as you fiddled with the radio. you’d seen him earlier, walking towards the first tee, his perfectly tailored golf clothes fitting him in ways that made you wonder why anyone needed that much attention to detail for a round of golf. he didn’t even look like he was sweating.

as you sipped on your arnold palmer, the sound of your name being called made you turn sharply. there he was, caleb, standing at the edge of the fairway, waving you over with a grin that made your stomach do somersaults.

hey, [name]!" his voice was warm and casual, with that friendly charm that made even the simplest words feel like an invitation. "got anything cold in there?"

you smiled and leaned over to grab a bottle of water, your eyes scanning his broad shoulders, his hands gripping the club as if he’d spent a lifetime mastering it. his stance was so effortlessly perfect that you almost felt like he should be posing for a magazine, not just playing a round of golf. you quickly pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on your job instead.

“sure do,” you said, trying to keep it casual as you reach into the cart for a bottle of water, your eyes briefly scanning him—broad shoulders, muscular forearms gripping the club with an easy confidence that makes you wonder how someone so... effortlessly perfect can exist in real life. you quickly shake the thought out of your head. focus, girl.

you grabbed a cold bottle of water and made your way over to him, giving your cart a little push as you maneuvered it between the sand traps. you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes followed your every move, the curve of his lips twitching upward as you got closer. he took the bottle from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours for a split second, sending a warm jolt through your body. his gaze didn’t leave you, and you tried to keep your composure, but his presence made it hard to focus.

“thanks,” he said, cracking the bottle open and taking a long sip. “how’s your day going?”

you shrugged, leaning against the cart, trying to sound nonchalant. “same old. been keeping busy, you know, the usual.”

he nodded, but something in the way his eyes lingered on you made your skin tingle. “well, you’re making it look easy,” he said, his voice lower than before, almost as if he was saying something more than just a compliment.

your cheeks warmed slightly. “you think so?” you chuckled, trying to brush off the sudden wave of nervous energy. “i try to keep it moving. cant stay out here in the sun for too long or i’ll melt.”

he laughed softly, the sound smooth and rich. “you don’t look like you’re in any danger of melting, [name].” He paused, then added, “i don’t mind the sun, actually. it’s... kind of perfect, especially when I get to take a break and enjoy some company.”

you raised an eyebrow, unsure if he meant that as just casual banter or something a little more. you leaned on your cart, trying to hide the slight fluttering in your chest.

"well, you certainly don’t seem like the kind of guy who needs a break. you’ve got the whole ‘effortless rich guy’ thing down." you emphasized the air quotes with a playful roll of your eyes.

he smirked at you, stepping closer as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "i don’t know about that. you’d be surprised how much work goes into this." he gestured to his golf attire, then back to you. "but maybe you’re right. some things just come naturally."

you freeze for a second. that was... direct. "is that so? well, i guess i can’t argue with that." you gave him a teasing smile, then glanced at the golfers behind him. “i better get going before i end up talking your ear off. you’ve got a game to finish.”

his smile never faltered. “i wouldn’t mind you sticking around, actually. i’m not in a rush.”

you paused, taken aback. he was being direct, and it made your pulse race even faster. it wasn’t like him to be this forward, was it? “you sure about that? don’t want me distracting you from your... game?”

his smile turned into something more playful, his eyes glinting mischievously. “well, maybe a little distraction wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” his eyes flicker down to your cart. “you’ve got some time, don’t you?”

you felt heat rise in your cheeks at his implication, your mouth suddenly dry. you hadn’t expected this—any of this—but something in the way he was looking at you made it clear that the connection between you wasn’t just in your head.

"i’ve got a little time," you said, your voice soft as you tried to hide the nervousness creeping in.

he took a step closer, his tone changing slightly. “good,” he said, his voice quieter now. “maybe you could... take a little break with me.”

you looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to disappear. just you and him. you didn’t need to question anything more. there was something in the air, a tension that had been building between you for weeks now, and it was finally palpable.

before you could respond, a shout rang out from the far side of the course, and the moment is shattered. you both turned to look at the source of the noise, and caleb let out a frustrated sigh.

“guess i’ll get back to it,” he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

you nodded, suddenly feeling a little too self-conscious. “yeah, you don’t want to keep them waiting.”

he gave you a lingering look, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “i’ll see you later, [name].” he winked before turning to head back toward his group.

he winks, and you watch him lightly jog away, your heart still racing from the lingering tension in the air. you had no idea where things were going, but you had a feeling that your time at skyhaven country club was about to get a lot more interesting.

weeks pass, and each one seems to build on the last. you and caleb have exchanged more than a few lingering glances and moments that keep you on edge, unsure of what's next. it feels like he is testing the waters, and you can’t deny that you aren’t doing the same.

every time you saw him on the course, there was a quiet understanding between you. it wasn’t always just small talk anymore. the flirtation was unmistakable, and you both seemed to enjoy every second of it. still, there was a hesitation, a line that neither of you had crossed—until today

the sun began its descent behind the mountains, casting the sky in warm oranges and pinks as the last few members of the club finished up their rounds. you’re busy making your usual rounds—drinks, snacks, golf balls— to the late golfers, when a sudden shift in the weather took you by surprise. dark clouds rolled in quickly, blocking out the setting sun, as the wind picked up, carrying with it the scent of rain.

you barely had time to react before the first raindrops began to fall, light at first but quickly turning into a torrential downpour. panicked, you quickly jumped into your cart, grabbing the rain cover for your supplies and trying to shield yourself from the storm.

you had to get back to the clubhouse, but the golf course was muddy, and the cart was struggling to move fast enough to outrun the rain.

just as you were about to take a sharp turn, the cart slid on the wet grass and got stuck in a deep puddle. "fuck," you muttered to yourself, hopping out and trying to push it free. but no matter how hard you tried, the cart refused to budge. before you could even consider walking back, you heard his voice.

"need some help?" caleb appeared out of nowhere, walking toward you with his golf bag slung over his shoulder. he was soaked, his perfectly tailored clothes clinging to his body, but there was a grin on his face as though the situation didn’t faze him in the slightest.

you shot him a surprised glance. "why are you out here? the rain came out of nowhere."

"i guess i’m just lucky," he said with a shrug, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "looks like you’re stuck, though. need a hand?"

you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. "i think i’m the lucky one. i’d appreciate it. i’m not going to get this cart out of here by myself." together, you both tried to push the cart free. but as the storm raged on, the mud only made things worse. soon, the two of you were laughing in between pushes, the absurdity of the situation lightening the tension that had been building between you for weeks.

eventually, the rain was falling so hard that the ground beneath your feet became slick, and you could barely see in front of you through the downpour. caleb sighed and then did something you didn’t expect—he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from the cart.

"forget the cart," he said. "there’s a shelter just a few yards away. let’s head there."

before you could protest, he was already pulling you through the rain, and you followed with no choice but to keep up. the storm so loud that the world felt muffled—the only sounds being the thunder and your laughter. after a few minutes, you both found an old, small gazebo at the edge of the course —small, quiet, and the perfect place to escape the storm.

breathing heavily, caleb pulled you in, you both collapsing into the small space, the rain coming down hard around you. the air smelled fresh, earthy, and cool, but the proximity between you two in such an intimate space was enough to make your pulse race.

caleb stood beside you, his chest rising and falling with each breath, eyes scanning you in a way that made your stomach flip. he steps closer, and everything about the world outside fades away. you can barely hear the thunder over the pounding of your own heartbeat.

"i didn’t think i’d be spending my evening stuck in a gazebo with a cart girl," he said with a teasing grin, the rainwater dripping from his smoky ashen-brown hair. "but i have to admit, this is probably the most fun i’ve had all day."

you glance up at him, and for the first time, you let yourself fully take in the way he’s looking at you. it’s no longer just playful—there’s a hunger in his eyes, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

you shook your head with a small laugh, lightly shoving caleb, then looking out at the rain. "well, it’s not how i imagined spending my evening either."

he took a step closer, the space between you narrowing, and for a moment, the world outside the gazebo seemed to disappear. the storm raged on, but inside, it was just the two of you.

his eyes dropped to your lips, and you caught the movement. your breath hitched, the air between you suddenly thick with something that neither of you had been brave enough to address until now. you’d been dancing around each other for weeks, but now, with the rain pounding against the roof and the quiet intimacy of being stuck together, it felt like the tension had finally reached its peak.

he reached out slowly, push a wet braid out of your face, his touch gentle but electric. his hand lingered on your face, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest. he was so close now, close enough that you could hear his soft breath, could smell the subtle cologne mixed with rain and something just... him.

"how long do you think we’ll be stuck here?" he asked, his voice low, teasing but with an edge of something else, something more serious.

you bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile as the words felt stuck in your throat. "does it matter?"

"no," he whispered, his thumb tracing your jawline gently. "i don’t think it does."

the silence stretched between you two, filled only with the sound of the rain. his gaze dropped from your lips to your eyes, searching for any hesitation. there was none. you felt the same pull, the same desire, and you could no longer deny it.

before you could second-guess yourself, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, soft at first but with a growing intensity that left you breathless. the kiss was slow, exploratory, like you were both savoring the moment—like you had finally reached the point where neither of you could hold back anymore.

as the kiss deepened, your hands found their way to the front of his soaked shirt, pulling him closer. his hands slipped around your waist, tugging you into him, the heat from his body mingling with the coolness of the rain.

caleb pushed you up against the glass wall of the gazebo, while continuing to pull you into him, grabbing roughly, as if to keep you from escaping. “i want you…. so badly.” escaping his lips, between kisses. “wanted you for so long.”

he breaks the kiss only for a moment, his eyes full of adoration and desire, searching yours for confirmation.

you nod breathlessly, the tension from the past few weeks finally exploding in this gazebo. “caleb, i want you too....need you” you reply, continuing to kiss and grind into him.

“caleb…please.” you whisper, now with a throbbing heat growing between your legs.

caleb, in a silent understanding, moves his hands from your waist to your tits, grabbing handfuls of both roughly while you continued to grind into him. “so pretty…please [name], need you so bad” caleb says with a whine, removing your shirt. you simply allow him, wiggling your body in aid to his efforts.

he bends over, popping one of your tits in his mouth, while continuing to fondle the other. you gasp and whine back in response, tracing your fingers along his face that was beneath you, running your fingers through his drenched hair.

caleb moves one hand from your chest, trailing down, while tugging down the band of your tennis skirt. “take this off,” caleb purred like a man starved, mouth still full.

he parts for a moment as you obey his request, ditching the now dirty, white tennis skirt. caleb puts one of your tits back into his mouth, sucking harder as he slides a finger in your pussy after pushing aside your now —though not from the rain, soaked panties.

“ahh! shiit” you moan as caleb thrusts his finger in and out of your soaked cunt. his mouth leaves your tit and his finger leaves your cunt, as he stands, picking you up, once again attaching you to the wall as he greedily kisses from your lips, down to your neck, to your chest, finally trailing back down to between your thighs.

“can i taste her [name]” he asks, looking at you with a lust-filled hunger in his eyes. “please” you mewl in response as he dips down, dragging his tongue up and down your soaked cunt while holding you up onto his shoulders. you reach behind you, grabbing onto the wall as he devours you.

“caleb ahh~ fuck!” you moan as you grab a fistful of his smoky hair causing him to moan and suck harder, sending vibrations to your clit.

“this what you wanted [name]?” he moans into you, increasing his pace, flattening out his tongue as he licks stripes from near your ass up to your clit. you buck your hips into his face, only being supported by his strong arms and the wall behind you. “mmm~ yesss!” you whine, bucking harder, while being cautious from only being supported by caleb’s shoulders. “fuck! i’m gonna-“

“you’re gonna what?” he replied condescendingly, continuing his assault on your clit. “what are you going to do? hm?” his tone sets you off, “gonna cum! please!” you scream, pulling him into you harder while bucking into him more.

“give it to me [name], please, you know what i want—what i need.” he whines, continuing his pace aggressively while coaching you through your orgasm. “fuck ohmygod yess!” you scream as your orgasm washes over you, coating caleb’s chin in your essence.

while still coming down from your high, caleb gently lets you off his shoulders, kissing you gently, but aggressively. he’s unbelievably hard now and determined to make you his. he spins you around, pressing you back against the glass wall of the gazebo. he frees himself from the confines of the wet, neatly tailored pants he adorned as well as the high-end briefs, leaving no longer any of the refinements of skyhaven country club, but only the two, rawly, [name] and caleb.

“wanted you for so long, please be mine [name],” he begs, while lining himself along your entrance. the teasing causing you to push back into him. “stop teasing,” you mewl. “not yet, fuck—tell me you’re mine.” he whines, slapping his length up along your folds, and slightly thrusting. “fuck, i always wa~ah” you don’t get to finish your statement as he sinks into you, though the message was well received. his pace starts rhythmic, moving your boho braids aside to kiss you lovingly up your back, as he slides in and out of you. loving the sounds of your pathetic whines.

“fuh~ah caleb faster!” you moan. “not yet. tell me again,” he purred, teasingly, “what?” you cried out, “tell me you’ll be mine, again, [name],” he moans, slowing his rhythmic pace to an aching rate.

“i’m yours caleb! always was, fuuck!” you sob, caleb kissing along your neck, with his pace now showing his hunger and desperation for you. “and i’m yours, always” he releases in a breath, then another kiss to your back, moving back up to push your head up into the wall of the gazebo to maintain his brutal, but loving pace.

you attempted reach around to grab onto his hand against your head, tears brimming your eyes, chest bouncing with each thrust. “fuck, fuck, fuuck! ~it’s so good!” “such a sloppy pussy, fuck” caleb grunts, “my pussy”

“yesss your pussyyy,” you cry out, clenching onto caleb’s dick.

“make a mess on it—on me, please [name], i need it, fuuck!” that was all it took before your orgasm washed over you again—hard, toes curling against the hard floor, and eyes rolling back. caleb continued his sloppily thrusts into you before pulling himself out and painting your beautiful skin with his seed.

you fall limp into his arms as he gently kisses your forehead. he carries you like his bride, sitting you prettily in his lap in one of the small armchairs present in the gazebo.

the rain had ceased by now, leaving the air fresh and crisp, the scent of wet earth lingering in the stillness around you. the calmness of the night caused the world outside to feel like it had paused, holding its breath, just like you both were. you pulled away slightly, both of you smiling softly, an unspoken understanding between you clear. he brushed a wet strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle, and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything shifting into something new. now, sitting there together, there was no uncertainty, no second-guessing. it was just the two of you, content in this new chapter, the sound of lingering raindrops retreating into the distance as you finally embraced the quiet peace of simply being together.

~gg ♡

[i-am-a-secret-ssshhh]

Obey Me X Twisted Wonderland Prompt

Sort of a Solomon x MC prompt! 

This goes for an MC that goes to Twisted Wonderland after they go through Nightbringer, but the Obey Me Boys from the OG game come to get them from Twisted Wonderland.

I think that if this were to happen, MC would immediately turn to Solomon before they even considered happily and affectionately greeting the brothers or the others. Because they don’t know if these Obey Me Boys come from the past or the present, but they do know that no matter where they were, Solomon was himself and was there for them. 

Obviously, the brothers would be hurt, but if Solomon told them about what happened during Nightbringer, they might understand. If he hadn’t, then they will be extremely jealous, wondering why they’re human is acting like this with the Shady Sorcerer. 

I can imagine MC seeing Solomon, stopping whatever they were doing, and immediately rushing over, tackling him into a hug. Like this, maybe,

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MC: No, no, Crewel wanted us to measure it in percentages of weight, not percentages of volume. No wonder you’re not doing too well in that class.

Deuce: How do you know all this? I don’t have it anywhere in my notes that we’re supposed to do it that way. 

MC, glancing down and thinking about their favorite person: Just, had someone tutor me a while back. They were a very good teacher.

Epel: Was it Vil? He’s good at potions, but I don’t know anyone who could last against his teaching.

MC, laughing: No, it wasn’t Vil.

Vil approaches angrily.

Ace: Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.

MC, trying to avoid another Overblot: What’s up, Vil?

Vil: The new exchange student put in my dorm!

MC, realizing he’s come to vent all his problems to them, as they’re the unpaid therapist: I forgot Crowley was doing that today. I wasn’t invited because my dorm is unofficial and too small for new students. What’s wrong with your new student?

Vil: He’s just so infuriating! It’s like he’s only ever relied on his looks, and acts as though the world revolves around him!

Epel, under his breath: Reminds me of someone else I know.

MC, smacking Epel: Well, surely there has to be something good about him?

Vil: His social media skills are commendable, and he seems very good at reading people. But it’s hard to approach him. He seems rather attached to two of the Diasomnia exchange students.

MC: That’s a little surprising. Most people are afraid of Diasomnia students.

Sebek: Clearly this new exchange student just has good taste!

MC, slowly putting the pieces together: You know, the description of the exchange student reminds me of someone I know.

Ace: Think it’s them?

MC: It’s possible, but doubtful.

Solomon, approaching the group: Never doubt my abilities, dear apprentice.

MC immediately drops their notes and other things, rushing past Vil and their friends towards Solomon.

MC, tackling the sorcerer: Solomon! I missed you so much!

Solomon, laughing, and patting their head affectionately: I missed you as well.

Asmodeus: Did you miss me, darling?

Solomon, helping MC up, waits to see their reaction.

MC, unsure of how to approach the demon: Of course I missed you, Asmo.

Asmo, blinks when he is not also bombarded with affection like Solomon was: Then, where’s my hug?

MC: Did you want one?

Asmo, pouting: Of course!

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Or with any of the brothers and others. 

If MC is dating Solomon they could tackle him into a hug and then start kissing all over his face. It’d be really funny if the brothers and others didn’t know they were dating and were just so shocked to see them being so romantically affectionate with Solomon. 

Or, if they got married as a sort of formality, they were practically already married in Nightbringer as they lived together and acted like a married couple, and no one knew. Like, just one day they went and filed a marriage certificate and didn’t tell anyone so when the Twisted Wonderland characters ask who this person is, they very easily respond with “My Husband”, and everyone on both sides is in shock