#how do you fuck up the characters this bad

[angelltheninth]

Hey I got into arcane recently. The art is just so goooooood. A feast for the eyes really. And everyone is hot like… help. Anyway, sorry for this loser request, but if you haven’t already can you do arcane characters with a virgin fem partner please

Loser request? I really hope that the loser part isn't that the virgin part, because I will have you know Anon that I am no loser. I am on my way to becoming a wizard!

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Maddie Nolen, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, kissing, virginity loss, gentle sex, praise, cunnilingus, size kink, fingering, orgasm encouragement, aftercare

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A/N: I'm also asexual so my chances of becoming a wizard are higher than your average persons. Only a few more years and I can be a better version of Harry Potter! Chat please tell me you know the meme I'm referencing and I don't sound like I'm crazy.

Was surprised for sure

She doesn't exactly have a ton of experience either but she has some

Can't say she's not excited about taking your virginity

Literally vibrates with excitement and anticipation of having sex with you and being the first one to make you come

At least as orgasms that are given by someone else that is, she would like to watch you fuck yourself sometime

Gets pussydrunk so easily, her grin smug and eyes literally shimmering

Really into making you ride her face, as you will learn over the course of your first night together

Has so much stamina that you can never even hope to keep up with but she never expected you to

Flattered that she could make you come just with her tongue

But wants to work on your stamina in the future

At first she thinks that she should tease you about it

Then she thinks better of it, since it's not exactly something to be ashamed of, she didn't mean anything bad by her teasing either

It's just... she knows she's not your first girlfriend, so how come you never had sex before

Nerves, well in that case she'll go slow with you, make sure you're not overwhelmed by her

Enthusiastic as she is she holds back, her fingers spreading you open slowly, only pushing them in a bit and then stopping fully

Doesn't stop talking dirty to you, grinning smugly when she feels your pussy tightening around her fingers

Likes it when you're flustered around her, not when you're uncomfortable

Cocky for sure, especially when she manages to make you come and didn't even need to touch your clit to do it

If she did she would have overstimulated you, you were already shaking so much

Keeps assuring you that you don't need to return the favor, but would love it if you do

Been a while since she slept with a virgin so she's actually a little nervous as well

Romantic dates, candle lights, relaxing baths, a massage, she pulls out every trick in the book to make it the best night ever

There's a lot of soft touching and affirmations from her

Has to battle a smile when you're blushing because she's making you feel good

Asks what makes you feel good when you're doing it by yourself and tries to do the same

Experimenting can come later, she wants to make your first time a nice experience, a memorable experience

Kisses down your body, almost like she's worshiping you

Seeing you sopping wet for her definitely helps her know she's doing a good job before she dives forward to eat you out

Tells you to pull her hair a lot, she won't mind

Keeps saying how pretty you are, how beautiful your moans sounds, how she wants to be the only one you moan for from now on

Feels really happy and excited that you'd trust her enough to be the first person to sleep with

Very touchy with you, not just as she's undressing you but in general, so it doesn't feel like it's too much when she guides you to the bed

Grinning she pulls you into a deep kiss and wraps her arms around you to press you against her, thighs sliding between each other

She guids your hips to move against her thigh, chuckling when she feels how slick you're making it

Kisses you the whole time because it's her favorite thing to do and because she knows it'll calm you

Doesn't go for penetration for your first time

But really wants you to sit on her face and to fuck you with her tongue

Subtly writes her name on your clit

Won't rush you into an orgasm, she lets you chase it on your own, her hands soothing against your trembling thighs

Post-orgasm cuddles are some of her favorite things so don't think this will be a one time thing

Before you told him you were a virgin he was a lot more relaxed

Now he feels a kind of pressure on himself to make your first time good

His first time was a quickie and not that memorable at all

So as your boyfriend he wants to give you a better experience and make sure you remember it for the rest of your life

Teases you to cover up his own nerves

He talks to you a lot, particularly when he's getting ready to push his cock into you

Before he does he does warn you that it can be painful but it won't last long

Shakes while pushing his cock into you, he really wants to fuck you but he's holding himself back, he's being considerate of you

Keeps his thrusts slow, smiling down at you before he pulls you into a gentle kiss, telling you how good you feel around him

Leaves it up to you if he pulls out or not

Genuinely surprised, so surprised he drops a glass and it breaks

Doesn't think you should be embaressed by it at all

Some people take a lot of time to feel safe and comfortable to be intimate with others

He's actually pretty flattered that you want him to be the one who took your virginity

Knows he's on the bigger size in terms of dick size so he really doesn't expect you to be able to take all of him, maybe half if you're lucky

It can be too much for your first time

You can just make up for it by giving him a really nice handjob

Pulls you onto his lap and wants to cuddle you afterwards, he was always pretty protective and caring towards you

Now that he's your lover you can expect that his protective tendencies will get even stronger

Surprised when you want to go again so soon but he won't argue with you

Had a feeling you were inexperienced but he didn't want to say anything

Then you might feel pressured into having sex with him and that's the last thing he wants

Besides if he was only after sex then he could get it easily

He wants more than just a one night stand, by now you know that he cares about you and wants this to be a serious relationship

Just because he's serious about this doesn't mean he can take the day off

Actually he thinks it might be better if happens spontaneously

His cock is rock hard when he pulls you onto his lap when you tease him in his office

You need to learn that there are consequences for your actions

Keeps his hand on your mouth as he fucks his cock into you, it would be bad if you were interrupted for your first time and you don't get that orgasm you've been so desperate for

From this moment on he expects you to be at his full disposal and he will be at yours, naturally, there's a lot you still need to learn about pleasuring a man like him

Tries to hold back her cocky smirk but she just can't, oh this is too good, a hot lady like you and no one's fucked you yet

Just means she gets to be the first one to show you how good sex can be

After she's done with you there won't ever be anyone else that'll be able to satisfy you like she could

Has to brag about her skills but won't make fun of you for your lack of skills

Offers to do it in the 69 position so you can mimic her movements

The best way to teach is a hands on method, or in this case the mouth and tongue on

Even though your own movements are a little clumsy and you can't focus all that well you still try to follow her lead the best you can and believe her she loves that hard working side of you

Smokes after sex, that's a habit at this point

But the catch is that she smokes after really good sex so you should take that as the highest of compliments

How soon can you go again because she would love to keep you going all night long

Well he doesn't have much experience to speak off either

So you can both learn new things, you don't have to be nervous around him

Gets hard for you really easily and has to focus to keep himself from coming too soon

Usually this isn't a problem for him but you've been the object of his fantasies and dreams many times before, he hopes this isn't another one of those fantasies

But the moment he pushes his finger inside of you he's convinced it's real, it feels right, to pleasure you, to love you

Keeps rubbing his cock while fingering you, he wants to show you he's just as eager and excited for this as you are

He moves really damn fast when he finally pushes his cock into your pussy, he can't help himself, he can't hold back, it's almost overwhelming

After he feels your inner walls pulsing and massaging his cock he slows down just a little

Not fully slow, but enough to get some control over himself

Doesn't want you get you pregnant on your first night together but in the future you can discuss such things

Almost comes in his pants from excitement

Now that would be embarrassing, for him not for you, he bets you'd love to see that

Someday maybe you will but for now he wants to focus on your pleasure not his

Eats you out like he's been starving for eternity

You have to push him away to get him to stop, your juices dripping from his mouth and into his beard, making it all shiny

Kisses your thighs, covers them with kisses and bites actually, same with your pussy

His eyes roll back when he bottoms out inside of you, he honestly didn't think you'd want all of him for your first time but you were very determined

That determination should be rewarded

He has always been the giver, he loves making his lover feel pleasure, especially if he's the first one to do that for her

You won't escape his arms when he wraps them around you from behind, pampering the back of your neck and shoulders with lazy, appreciative kisses after sex

You should have told her this information sooner, then she wouldn't have flirted with you so hard

Not that she regrets having you naked in her bed or anything like that, the opposite is true, she thinks she should have given you more time to fall into her bed

But if you're still sure you want to do this with her tonight then she will be more than happy to give you pleasure until the Sun rises

Always had a way with words and praise is no different

She might be three fingers deep in your pussy and making you squirt but she'll be damned if she'll stop talking about how sexy you are or how lucky she feels tonight

Never been much of a cuddler, she was always very guarded, but this is a special occasion

Of course she'll let you return the favor

Don't worry about clumsiness or anything like that, just do what feels right, do what makes you feel good

Trust that she'll tell you if it doesn't feel good

She doesn't really do one night stands but she also doesn't sleep over at other people's places a lot, so if you want to do this again you're gonna have to make your intentions clear next time

[wispitty]

(short reacts) | "avoiding him because you're down so bad" + one piece men

summary: you're avoiding him because you can't even look in his direction without blushing and stammering like a fool anymore. (part 2 here)

characters: crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon

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CROCODILE

You’ve been dodging his gaze all week. Dropping papers when he speaks. Laughing too loudly. Running the moment he enters the room.

He’s had enough.

He finds you alone in the hallway. Stalks up behind you like a panther.

“If I didn’t know better,” he murmurs low in your ear, “I’d say you were avoiding me.”

You stiffen. Red instantly.

“N-No! I’m just—I dropped something—I—”

He presses up against you from behind. Corners you to the wall.

“You weren’t like this before. Why?”

You open your mouth—nothing comes out, but the tips of your ears glow redder.

His smirk curls.

“So it is me.”

You practically short-circuit. He chuckles and leans in, lips brushing against your earlobe.

“Good.”

MIHAWK

He watches you fumble every time he speaks.

You drop your fork at dinner. Can’t string two words together when he walks by. Once, you hid behind a bookshelf.

He doesn’t confront you immediately.

No—he waits.

Until you’re alone.

He steps into your space, gaze like a blade.

“You’re avoiding me.”

You flinch. Try to play it off.

“I-I’m not! I just—uh—needed air—”

“You used to look me in the eye.”

“I still can! Just—uh—briefly…”

He leans down, tilts his head.

“Look at me now, then.”

You do.

You regret it.

Your face goes red instantly. You turn away with a squeak.

And he just smiles, satisfied.

“Exactly.”

MARCO

You used to call him “hot stuff” and “fire chicken” and now you stammer just trying to say “hi.”

You avoid sitting near him. Can’t even hold eye contact. Once, you tripped trying to escape a conversation.

He finds you one day—curled up at your desk, trying to be invisible.

“Hey,” he says with a teasing grin, “did I step on somethin’? Or are you just allergic to how fine I look lately, yoi?”

You groan into your arms.

“Marco, please—”

He crouches beside your chair with a grumpy stare.

“Oi. You used to flirt better than this. What's wrong with you?”

“I wasn’t in love with you back then!!”

You slap a hand over your mouth.

He blinks.

Then grins.

“Oh?”

ACE

He’s noticed. He’s very aware.

Because you’re acting weird. Like, “drop your lunch tray, run into walls, won’t touch his arms anymore” weird.

So what does Ace do?

Vocalizes it. Loudly.

“Did I do something? Do I smell bad?! You used to hug me like, all the time! DO YOU HATE ME? WHY DO YOU HATE ME?!”

You turn bright red.

“No! I mean yes! I mean NO—! It’s not you—it’s ME—I’m—”

You trip trying to backpedal and land in his arms.

He catches you. You’re face to face.

You flinch, avert your gaze. He frowns.

“You really can't even look at me anymore?”

You glare, face on fire:

“Because I’m IN LOVE WITH YOU, you FUCKING IDIOT.”

He blinks.

He goes redder than lava.

“OH.”

“YEAH.”

You both stand there, steaming.

Then he kisses your nose and runs.

SHANKS

You’ve been flustered. Can’t look at him. Babble like a child. Run from the room when he’s too close.

But Shanks? Oh, Shanks lives for this.

So what does he do?

He turns it up.

“Aww, what’s wrong, sweetheart? You look a little warm. Fever? Or is it just me?”

You sprint.

He finds you later. Alone.

Traps you with a grin and a hand on the wall.

“I gotta admit… you’ve been cute lately. Too cute.”

“I-I’m not cute—!”

“You’re adorable when you’re this shy.”

He leans in, whispering:

“It’s okay. I’ve been hooked on you for longer than you know.”

Then, he leans in, closer:

“Let me know when I can give you a real reason to turn red.”

You make a noise only Neptunians can hear.

LAW

You were never jumpy.

Except now you are.

You used to banter. Now you blush and fidget.

He’s watching. Quiet. Thinking:

"What the hell changed?"

Then one day you bump into him. Literally.

“S-sorry! I wasn’t looking—!”

“You’ve been doing that a lot.”

You look up. Caught. Flushed.

He stares.

Then—without missing a beat:

“...Do you like me?”

You turn scarlet.

“I—what?!—I—maybe—why are you asking—?!”

“Because if you do… I need to adjust some plans.”

“What?! What plans—?”

“Long-term ones.”

You faint on the spot.

CORAZON

You avoid him like he’s contagious.

Every time he walks into the room, you fumble whatever you're holding and can’t speak without stuttering.

He’s devastated.

Writes on a napkin:

“Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry.”

You immediately panic, because NO.

“NO!!! You’re perfect, it’s ME, I’m broken!! I have a crush on you so bad I can’t function like a human being anymore, and—!”

He stares. Your mouth turns into an “o.”

Then he hugs you.

You die, mortified.

Then you come back.

Then he hugs you again.

[fy-soukoku]

Not an incredibly novel perspective on my end, but I think this approach also lends itself to BSD (as a media) and its commentary on what defines good, bad, evil, and all the shades in between. It's actually really interesting to hone in on Chuuya and Kunikida especially to drive this point home, because neither is precisely the comic book definition of "good" or "bad" or even plain grey morality. (I do think Kunkida is good but like you said, by his definition of what makes someone good, what forms his own morality and rules. And ugh I love Kunikida for this in particular.) Kunikida, as a person, is good and he has a belief in what is morally good and is not afraid to get his hands dirty to complete his duty. Kunikida I love you

I think contrasting that with Chuuya, who is good in his own way (more in character and his approach to his direct peers and coworkers) but resoundedly commits morally bad acts (albeit I think there is a justification to be made there for how bad it is or isn't but uhhh Chuuya is in the literal mafia it's pretty safe to say he is toeing the ethics code on a good day, and he's probably on vacation.) and almost clocks out of it at the end of the day. We don't see a lot of Chuuya's downtime, but he does change when he's not in mafioso mode, so it's intriguing to consider his function as a mafia head against his personal life. Once again, that idea of what a person is (morally and personally good or I'd attribute Chuuya as being kind and impeccably loyal) versus what they do to get things done and their motivation behind it. (I could speak more on that but this is like a whole thing now.)

Not to push all this, but I think surveying the perspective on morality and what Bungou Stray Dogs has to say about what makes a person good, and what their actions mean against their motivation. Kunikida and Chuuya pose interesting contrasts to one another in that regard, as at their root they are very stubborn, loyal, and unafraid of engaging in acts of questionable morality to fulfill their end goal.

Maybe they should kiss about it idk This was too serious on my end, I apologize. Once again, I think Kunikida is fucking intense and Chuuya's almost "when I'm off the clock I don't need to do shit" mentality (probably linked to him not feeling like a person and reclaiming aspects of this, and maybe that's how I interpret his overall mentality and how he's portrayed in his work persona) and it'd be really fucking funny to see them interact because the second Kunikida pulls his whole "I need to do the right thing no matter what I have to do to achieve my goals" I just know Chuuya is booking in, punching in the time card, and getting the fuck out because whatever Kunikida blows up this time is not his problem. He is done with suicidal maniacs.

I always find it funny when in Kunichuu/SKK/other Chuuya ship fics he sees the Agency (specifically Kunikida) as 'do-gooders' or whatever because both times Chuuya has met Kunikida he has attempted to solve a problem by blowing himself up and one time he tried to do so while trying to murder a guy. Every time other time Chuuya has come into contact with the Agency a) Yosano and Kenji fought him and Yosano threatened to tear him apart, b) Ranpo trapped him in Poe's book while facing the Port Mafia's most dangerous member as a non-Ability user with zero fear. I don't think Chuuya thinks the Agency are do-gooders, I think he thinks they're all absolutely insane and Kunikida is one of the least sane ones.

[hatosaur]

this show sucks and i'm angry

i'm back on this blog for the very specific reason that i'm filled with spite and rage. i Must talk about how bad tlou hbo season 2 is. spoilers (and lots of hatred) ahead.

(i know i stated before that i wouldn't be watching; that was a fuckin lie)

the show is so...pretentiously written in the second season because they keep adding insignificant fluff that overall weakens the story beats. the game story is neat and clean in that it doesn't waste any time, because, go figure, it doesn't make for a good game story. the player wants to get in there. tv shows don't have the same needs but god, that doesn't mean that you can stretch everything and fill in the gaps with frivolous, drawn out dialogue that explains EVERYTHING that the characters are thinking.

the game really shines in the brevity of its dialogue -- its quiet, contemplative scenes that allow you to sit in the emotions of the moment. the show does the exact opposite and tells us TOO MUCH. first episode, we re-acquaint ourselves with these characters; what have ellie and joel up to? surely we get bits of the sudden iciness between them. nope, dina has to straight up ask joel, "why is she mad at you?" how's joel feeling about it? surely, it's up to viewer interpretation. maybe we can read joel's expressions and interactions with other characters -- nope, he goes to ✨therapy✨ now, and we have to be told what ellie and joel's relationship is through a brand new, useless character who adds zero impact to the story's themes/messages. great. cool. i love being told what's happening instead of just seeing it for myself.

each episode is worse than the last (and there are only three out at the time of me writing this!) with completely bizarre writing choices and massive tonal issues. abby is perhaps the most egregious example. i won't talk about my gripes with the casting because it's a dead horse. instead, let's talk about how she killed joel. abby prefaces the act by going on this longgggg speech about who exactly she is, what she's there for, who joel killed to make her do this, xyz, everything under the sun. then as she grabs the golf club and continues her speech, joel tells her to "shut the fuck up already and do it." joel saying the game's version of this ("save whatever speech you got and get it over with.") is badass, because it implies that it could've been anyone related to someone he's killed in the past, but it just happened to be abby that day. the ambiguity of whether he knew who exactly he killed or not adds to the tragedy of the story, because this was the one guy he had to kill to save ellie. in the show, it's almost comical, because we're fed this long speech that is entirely unnecessary and kills the flow of the scene; she JUST shot him in the fucking leg, you can't just go into a monologue after that. him knowing it was jerry he killed means fuck-all to the story. it works to the story's detriment, in fact, because it's a story about blind revenge, and it's a recurring thing in the game that these characters don't know what the fuck the other's motives are; they just know each other's actions.

the final blow on joel lacked the brutality and rage of the game. like, impaling him? is it meant to like, show that this scrawnier abby has a different set of abilities now that she doesn't have muscles to prove her prowess as a killer. in fact, what is it now that makes abby a daunting character? is it her drive to kill? is it her obsession? is it her being slightly more fucked up than her friends? because none of this was telegraphed to the audience. she just read as a hurt person. which SHE IS. but again. we're not meant to know this much about abby this early on. the show flouts the game's use of perception and throws everything it possibly can at the audience all at once, sacrificing the mystery of the narrative.

episode three is the worst of the episodes that are out (again, how are things this bad at just episode three?). we fast-forward to jackson three whole months after joel's death. it's implied that ellie was...committed to jackson's equivalent to a psych ward and that's the reason. i don't mind setting the stage for ellie's trauma as it's a huge part of the story. but three months? that takes so much of the wind out of the sails of the story. (the story is so bogged down by modern expectations of mental health. no, we don't need to see joel in therapy. no, we don't need to see ellie in the psych ward. these moments literally, literally don't matter.) dina has withheld info about joel's death (let's not get into the weird choice to swap tommy and dina for patrol; yet another nonsensical choice), and the two go through fucking LEGAL AVENUES TO GET AFTER ABBY? what the fuck?? you have ellie, a character who throughout the entire course of her life as a young person has seen absolutely no reason to respect authority figures, systems, or processes, and yet she has to wait for the people of jackson to vote on whether she should go after abby or not. ellie gets her own speech on what her motivations are. again, we know what her motivations are, it's pretty easy to tell, considering it happened in the previous episode. AGAIN, this entire scene doesn't impact the story in any way whatsoever...except in one way, as perceived by craig mazin.

seth (homophobic asshole) vocally supports the proposal, and this leads to him later giving ellie one of his guns as she's leaving jackson (which she does regardless of the vote, fuck fuck fuck why are they doing this). they share, i guess, a "meaningful moment" and they left. because do you guys get it yet? the show's about clashing forces needing to get along. because if we all just understood one another's intentions a little bit, maybe we'd be alright in the long run, right?

maria is the one who intercepts the girls as they leave, in the game. go figure, they make her black in the show and shelve her completely in the second season. i would think if they wanted to press a little more on the domesticity of jackson life, they would've kept this connection but...no. give the screentime to the white homophobe. because his actions totally needed to be justified, right? (for those who don't watch the behind-the-scenes featurettes, neil druckmann paints seth as a character who, in his own eyes, seeks to protect his community "in his own way." fuck off.) progressing the story in this way through a homophobe is so fucking morally corrupt. i get that they might be wanting to make a point about a perceived "unforgivable" person having the chance to redeem himself, but come the fuck on. we're in the middle of one of the worst moments in modern history for queer people and you choose to do THIS.

on the note of how they're depicting queer issues, LET'S TALK ABOUT WHAT THEY DO TO DINA (beloved, proudly bisexual partner of ellie). ellie and dina's relationship in the show is very different from the game. i'll maybe save the whole can of worms for a different post, but in episode three in particular, dina (in the game, an assured character; a rock for ellie's instability) doesn't confirm her feelings toward ellie. in fact, she dances around it; she poses the question about rating the kiss, the two banter, and dina confirms to ellie instead that she went back to jesse. what. the fuck? she plays off the kiss as something girls do when they're high, or drunk, or whatever. giggles and says, "you're gay, i'm not. i wanna know how good i was." which is the most insane fucking line in the show so far.

now, the present theory is that dina will realize she's bisexual later. but why? what room is there in this story for that? why did craig mazin make the significant change to explore dina's sexuality, and why does he think he's the guy to do it? because he's already fucked up. he's made dina ditzy, he's affirmed ellie's insecurities about the kiss, he's made her go back to jesse (ensuring she gets pregnant because of that fuckass timeskip). i won't deny that these things might happen to bi people irl, or that exploring a character's realization of their sexuality is something that could be depicted more. but why make this change from source material to adaptation? why add this to the ever-growing list of plotlines added on top of the base one?

at present, ellie and dina's relationship is left up in the air, removing the stability that both would've been able to rely on as the story progresses, and effectively making them "gal pals." tale as old as time, i guess.

the show will inevitably be praised for its queer rep anyway, because it's bolstered by the bill and frank episode (a positive example of original content from the show) and the kiss scene from episode one (more racy than the original's slow and sweet kiss because i think girls should makeout on screen more anyway), but genuinely? it's not hitting this season and i don't have hope it (nor the previous issues) will get better.

[physical-manifestation-of-spite]

I just found your post on Malevolent and queerbaiting and can I say thank you, as a Malevolent fan whose getting a bit 😖 with the discourse around shipping and the creators attitude towards his own characters?

I literally just read Harlan’s interview where he says he’s super proud of how people have embraced John as a trans allegory and it made him do research so he could write the character in a way that would speak to a trans audience

And then same day, I come across a post about how he barely seems to tolerate queer readings of his work and how Malevolent is basically Supernatural 2.0

I’m just…do not get that vibe, people

Is Harlan Guthrie actually mean to shippers and queer readings of his show ala Sherlock, or is he sometimes just joking about how popular the romantic interpretation of his characters are?

I think there’s a difference here, though also from the sound of it, some people are being overly harsh in their view of a creator, because he wont make a ship romantic

It can get exhausting, how circular the arguments have become. I won't lie: I get angry with people who take it as a personal affront that their favorite podcast won't canonize their favorite ship. That HG is somehow against them specifically, and certainly not because of their own desires for another romantic pairing are overshadowing the overall message of the podcast: that friendships are strong, vicious things that can be just as heartfelt as any romance. This dismissal is apparent in those particular readings of "Malevolent bad because Jarthur won't kiss and therefore the creator has a barely restrained contempt for queer people." It's bad faith, and not something I'm willing to engage in.

A small part of me is frustrated with the fandom for pushing the perception that romantic Jarthur is canon, only because it misleads new listeners, who are expecting another Jon x Martin and then are obviously disappointed when they don't get that. I understand a yearning for queer stories, especially romantic. But not all of them have to be romantic to still be queer. It's clear as day that John is a strong trans allegory. And as an aroace person, how Malevolent approaches friendships is exactly how I do. I would die for my friends, and I feel myself reflected so vividly in this celebration of friendship. Others may not, and that's okay.

And again, the creator has no beef with romantic Jarthur shippers. Him not making it canon is not a personal attack on them. If they think that way, well... honestly, good luck but stay away from me because I don't like you + I fucked your dad + I did better than you in my math exam + blows up your pancakes with my mind.

[crescenthistory]

okkkkk could you argue list C 68 with regulus x legilimence reader (aka mind reading reader) and what regulus would do if he found out his gf could always tell when he's lying. Please? and congrats! amazing job!!

thank you for the request lovely! with how i see reg's characterisation, i cannot picture him taking that kind of information in lightly, so this is perhaps a bit angstier than you were aiming for ahaha. i am also evidently insane, so this is an in-depth character study:,) enjoy!

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i will ARGUE for prompt 68 "this is news to me" with regulus black

carina's 2k celebration

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synopsis: regulus visits your pseudo-family, the mckinnons, with you for the first time, expecting only to struggle with the unfamiliar family dynamics. instead, a part of you previously unknown to him is revealed in passing, and his mind shuts down, memories and fears from his childhood taking over. the conversation that follows is one of the hardest and most significant he would have in his life.

wc: 6.2k

cw: fem!reader, references to walburga and orion's a++ parenting skills, aka mentions of abuse, neglect and childhood trauma, angst, momentary belief of betrayal, fresh relationship, hurt/comfort, references to black brothers angst, regulus pov (including his mental health struggles), you are basically an honorary mckinnon, references to your bad relationship to your bio family (neglect), crying, near-break up, declarations of love, happy ending, the entire fucking mckinnon family tree as supportive characters

Regulus had been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He had since the beginning of his relationship with you, when he realised the enormity of his feelings and was simultaneously frightened, disgusted and relieved, struggling to balance healing from his childhood and falling in love with his future all at the same time. 

A part of him wished to warn you, to urge you away, to shield you from the darkness within him through rejection – but, he was selfish. At least, that is the conclusion he reached for why he couldn’t turn away from you and leave you be, why he invited you in, despite knowing in his chest that the other shoe would drop. Regulus had grown up in the constructed shadow of Sirius, and though he now realises that was not his brother’s inherent fault, he still couldn’t rid himself of the clawing feeling in his chest that he would always have nothing. Always be second, always be the spare, even when Walburga was forced to declare him the heir after Sirius turned his back. He would always be left with portraits instead of bodies.

If you, with all your fascinating and lovely self, opened your arms to him, Regulus could not bring himself to ask you to close them. He would fall into them, all while keeping a cage around his heart and both his shoes on the ground, by the door. 

He had expected it to be his fault though. It would be a matter of him not being enough, yet again.

No part of him expected it to be you; for you to be different in a way that he couldn’t stomach.

Regulus sat stiffly but not necessarily uncomfortably in the worn out chair in the McKinnon living room, quietly observing the bustling homely life around him. It was the first time he came along when you visited, wanting to meet the people you spoke so kindly of and see more of the connection that originally brought the two of you together – he still had to thank Dorcas for falling in love with your best friend. 

There were more kids than he could count – metaphorically speaking, that is, because Regulus had of course studied up on exactly how many kids would be there and what their names were before arriving – running around his ankles. You were over in the adjunct kitchen, helping Mrs. McKinnon with finalising dinner, while Marlene was outside hounding in the remaining children and cousins. It was loud in a way that kept Regulus’ spine straight and muscles tense, but he could feel his mouth dreaming of curling up into a smile. It wasn’t as awful as he had feared.

He saw your form through the door-less opening, your clothes and hair moving in an elegant flow, a practised choreography. That sight, more than anything else, was what kept him grounded.

Regulus had, of course, asked to help, but Mrs. McKinnon – “It’s Magda, dear, please scrap the formalities” – had ushered him out. “You’re still a guest in this household! This one on the other hand… she’s got to be put to work.” A motherly wink and a bump of her hip into yours as you stuck your tongue out. Natural. Nurturing. 

He felt in no position to argue, so he settled down with the children.

“Pst!” He turned to look down at the littlest of Marlene’s nieces, a sweet girl named Mabel with her blonde unruly curls tucked up into two uneven buns on each side of her head. She smiled with an unmistakable air of mischief, lifting her tiny brows at him. “You’re Uncle Reg, right?”

Regulus’ breath caught in his throat as a nervous laugh built in his chest. He wasn’t offended that the little thing didn’t catch his introduction a full 45 minutes ago when he went around shaking hands and waving, but he was confused by his title.

“Uh, my name is Regulus, yes. And you’re Mabel?” He tried to make his voice kind, but was unsure if it was working. 

She nodded with beaming pride and happiness, glad to be known. “You’re Auntie’s husband.” She didn’t ask, which bamboozled Regulus further – she looked very pleased to have made the connection.

Regulus leaned forward onto his knees to be closer to her height as he chuckled, still with an air of nerves. “Not quite, no, but I am here with your Auntie, yes.”

Mabel furrowed her brows, contentment slipping away in favour of confusion. “No. Uncle Reggie is my Auntie’s husband. Marly said so.”

Ah. His nerves were being schooled away in favour of internally rolling his eyes at his new-found friend. “Well, Marlene probably just tried to convey that your Auntie and I are very very close, which we are. That’s why I want to be here and meet you all.”

“Uh-huh. When will you marry her then?”

Regulus could feel his heart jump out of his chest – as did Mabel’s when their heads both jumped up at the sound from the kitchen. “Oi, Belly! C’mere sweetheart!”

He looked over Mabel’s already giggling and retreating form as she ran towards you in true toddler-fashion, and saw you winking and grinning at him. He let out a sigh of relief at the same time as you picked Mabel up and spun her around.

“Don’t you be bothering Reggie now, or he won’t come back!” He heard you whisper-yelling conspiratorially to the little girl as you tickled her, high-pitched giggles bubbling up from her lungs along with faux-shrieks of denial.

His muscles remained tense, but Regulus looked down in his lap with a grin before pushing up from his seat to walk over to the kitchen, where Mabel was released and running away all giddily. You looked at him with a smirk over your shoulder, looking gorgeous with your hair slightly messed up from the heat of the kitchen. “The children scaring you away?”

Regulus leaned against the opening with his arms crossed, still keeping everything in the kitchen in eye-sight, lest there be anything he could help with after all. The smile he spared you was hopefully as warm as the oven you had slaved over. “It would take more than little Mabel to scare me away.”

“Here you go, Maggie,” you said over your shoulder as you handed her a knife where she was about to start cutting the final herbs on the opposite side of the kitchen, before turning back to Regulus. “Well, I’m glad to hear that, because we’re all about to sit down for dinner.”

“You are such an effortless team,” Regulus admired your wordless communication, putting on his practised visiting-the-in-laws smile towards Magda. “Please do let me know if there is anything I can help with, Mrs– uh, Magda.”

Magda sighed happily, looking over at you, gesturing with the knife perhaps a bit too absentmindedly. “You picked such a polite one, dear. It hurts my heart! Reg, please, all you need to do is keep us company.”

His gaze diverted down to his feet as a slight flush crept up his cheeks, a smile blooming between them. “Thank you, Magda.”

You looked over your shoulder at her with a loud laugh. “No, keep that to yourself Maggie, you’ll just embarrass him more.”

Regulus furrowed his brows in confusion, the comment seemingly out of place, but Magda laughed so heartily he didn’t have it in him to ask. He didn’t want to bring more attention than necessary to how different his socialisation had been from yours.

Despite her best efforts, Magda could not stop Regulus from helping deck the table as the two of you began magically sending everything out – though, he realised quickly that his definition of decking the table was clearly quite contrasting from yours. The McKinnons did it the simple way, and while unsettled, he wholly appreciated it.

Marlene had since come in with her youngest brother on her shoulders, tugging at her hair. “Snake-boy, you haven’t been eaten by these little lions yet?” She greeted with a grin, dropping her brother off in his seat and whistling to alert the rest of the family that dinner was ready.

“I’ve come to learn I quite like lions,” Regulus replied, his usual snark more readily available with her. “Though I wouldn’t have minded my fellow snakes here.”

Marlene snorted. “Yeah, well, Cassie and Barty had work, so.” She shrugged, pinching his upper arm as she walked past him to herd in the rest. “You’re stuck with us.”

“I think I’ll manage,” Regulus murmured and found that he meant it.

As the entire family settled down at the table, Regulus felt a bit less steady in his ability to remember everyone’s names, but he hoped muscle memory would kick in. When Magda heard you would be stopping by with Regulus, she ensured that all six of the McKinnon siblings, along with their respective partners and children, would show up. Regulus was in no way unfamiliar with large family gatherings, but the volume of their voices and smiles took some getting used to.

It didn’t hurt that he sat beside you – and that your hand came to squeeze his knee as everyone settled in and began chattering away.

There was no introduction, no speech, just immediate good natured conversations and catching up, including from one end of the table to another. 

“Pass me the potatoes?” Martin – Regulus remembered; Marlene’s other younger brother, aged 7 – asked, his eyes set on Regulus.

“Of course.” The movement was swift and elegant, bowl outstretched.

When Martin grabbed the bowl, he forgot to thank Regulus and instead asked, “So, what are your intentions with our sister?”

Regulus’ brows furrowed. “I– I’m not dating your sister?”

You squeezed his knee again, suppressing a giggle. “He meant me, dear.”

“Oh.” His cheeks flushed yet again. To be fair, he should have deciphered that one himself. “Well… I intend to care for her for however long she’ll let me.”

Martin seemed displeased. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” you intercepted, reaching out to lightly flick his forehead. “That you should mind your business, you little worm.”

Martin opened his mouth, outraged in a manner only a 7 year old boy can be, lifting his finger in the air. “I–”

“Oh, don’t you dare say that, Martin McKinnon!” You cut him off, already laughing and making the little boy laugh with you, even as he crossed his arms petulantly. 

“You’re no fun when you damage control too early,” he mumbled, despite his grin. 

Regulus tried to follow the conversation, but found his eyes squinted in confusion.

This is where Margaret – Marlene’s two years older sister – chimed in. “It’s called with great powers comes great responsibility, twat. With legilimency comes the responsibility of shutting silly little boys up!” She reached her hand over past Marlene to pinch Martin’s side, making him shriek and giggle despite himself.

Legilimency. 

Oh. Oh.

In a matter of seconds, Regulus’ world came crashing down. 

For a brief minute, his mind was painfully empty, unable to think anything or draw forth any memory, all instinctively hidden away, even from himself. Then, he broke through his own walls and had wave after wave of memories hit him – lessons of “close your mind, young boy”, repetitions of “you’re pathetic”, the piercing pain of trying to shut it all out, the stinging hurt of feeling betrayed by the people he instinctively loved. Those memories had a unique ache to them, one he hadn’t dared try to combat yet; but the ones with you hit him harder. “I would never do that to you”, “you’re safe with me”, “I would never lie to you”, “I just get you”. 

I just get you.

Except you didn’t – you were a mind-reader.

None of it was real.

Regulus sat frozen to his seat, the tensing of his muscles digging much deeper now. It was not eased in the slightest when your hand returned to his knee, a previous warm touch now disturbingly cold.

“Reg?”

It took an immense amount of force for Regulus to turn his head sideways and meet your eyes, trying to make his as unreadable as possible, trying to close his mind for the first time in months. 

“Are you alright?” Your voice was feather-light, a question just for the two of you. A brief glance around told Regulus that no one had noticed his deceptively quiet change. Or, at least, they had the decency to not continue to notice. 

An imperceptible nod of his head and a tight-lipped smile. No words. 

Your brows furrowed in dismay, clearly unconvinced, but knowing better than to push him in public. You squeezed his knee once more reassuringly before Martin and Margaret dragged you back into conversation. 

Regulus truly hoped no one addressed him going forward, because he couldn’t hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears. He wanted to further hope that if they did, you would answer for him and redirect, but he found his heart unable to trust you. It promptly shattered beneath the weight of that knowledge.

The dinner flurried by in a haze, your hand never leaving his knee and Regulus never getting used to its weight, always noticing with a sickening sinking feeling in his stomach.

The one thing that distracted him at last was a tug at his sleeve.

He whipped his head around, probably faster than what would be perceived as normal – to see little Mabel had run out of her seat and now sat at his side. She reached her small grabby hands up towards him. “Upsies!”

You leaned around him, smiling endearingly at Mabel, your hair moving in his peripheral vision. “Oh, Mabel, Uncle Reggie is a bit–”

Before you could make some excuse for him, Regulus leaned down to scoop her up. She was surprisingly light, it was honestly a miracle that such tiny lungs could produce a squeal so loud straight into his ear.

Regulus could feel your gaze burning a hole in the side of his face as he bounced the little girl in his lap. Mabel was giddy, immediately chattering away with you, Marlene and the others sitting nearby, holding onto his arms for support. He couldn’t explain how he was able to pick her up, still largely detached from his body while processing the day's revelations – but she was so young and vulnerable, he couldn’t stand breaking her heart by rejecting her. 

When Mabel leaned over to pat your cheeks and blabber with you, Regulus was forced to move his body in your direction. Your hand left his knee in favour of tickling Mabel, but the side of your leg was now pressed against his. As your lips met the little girl’s forehead your eyes met his at last.

What he saw in them is what he any other day would have labelled pure concern. Now, he had a white prickling fear down his spine that those thoughts were not his own. Even if they were, they were not his because they were not private. Another thing stripped from him. 

As Mirabel eventually came over to pick up her daughter from Regulus to go put her to bed, you also rose from your seat, getting a head-start on the dishes while Magda still sat, surrounded by grandchildren. Her head perked up when she saw you move about, but you waved her off kindly.

With robotic movements, Regulus got up and followed in your footsteps, not wanting his single visit to be remembered as rude. Picking up plates with much less skill than he had placed them down, he walked towards the kitchen that you were walking out of. 

You tried to smile as you walked past him, but he didn’t look at your face.

Regulus’ entire body ached.

It ached even more when he almost collided with Marlene on his way back out of the kitchen. She, unlike the two of you, was not carrying any plates, only herself, as she acted like a door barricading him from the rest. Her light brown eyebrows were furrowed.

“Who pissed in your cereal, Black?”

Regulus couldn’t help himself, despite the circumstances. “I didn’t eat cereal.”

The blonde breathed out in exasperation, hands coming up to rest on the sides of her hips, though her features softened a little. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m alright.”

“What changed, then?”

Regulus stared emptily at her, only to find his own stubbornness mirrored perfectly in her. In this moment, she painfully reminded him of Sirius; a thought he immediately tried to file away.

He sighed. “I just didn’t expect… I didn’t know.”

“Know what?” Marlene’s face slowly morphed into one of uncomfortable understanding, seemingly piecing together what she had come to learn about Regulus and what she knew of her best friend. Her question came out as a whisper. “About the… legilimency?”

He drew a sharp breath through his teeth. “That was news to me.”

Marlene opened her mouth to say something, but Regulus found the audacity to hold up his hand. He hoped his look was more politely pleading. “Please – don’t. I really don’t want to hear it yet.”

She pressed her lips tightly together, evidently distraught at not having the opportunity to defend her best friend. Yet, her internal monologue decided in his favour. “Fine,” she answered tightly. “You better figure it out though.”

With that, Marlene gave him a final look and turned on her heel, looking for some toddler to scoop up and throw over her muscled shoulder. Her retreating form revealed you standing there with some plates near the table, stalling by chatting with Mr. McKinnon, whom Regulus had done his best to avoid. You were looking at him. The ice in Regulus settled in deeper at the thought that you could have been privy to this conversation, too.

He sucked in a breath and turned around to begin washing the dishes. 

For whatever reason, you gave him a few minutes of space. With his back to you, he still remained painfully aware of you levitating dishes in to him in the kitchen as he began magically scrubbing them. Trying to scrub away his thoughts the same way, and then his feelings.

You gave him space, but you wouldn’t let him wallow – and thus, just when it felt like the world would never stop spinning, you placed your hand delicately on his shoulder. Everything stopped, for better or for worse. Regulus didn’t turn.

“Hi, love,” you whispered. “Ready to go home?”

Regulus turned around at that, desperate to keep neutral even as his face scrunched in confusion. “Didn’t you want to stay late?”

Your smile was wistful. “You see, I’ve gotten such a headache. Probably have become unadjusted to these environments. Magda has wrapped up some leftovers and gotten the floo network ready for us.”

Regulus’ heart twinged at the excuse you had concocted for him; then, it immediately broke as a voice reminded him that he couldn’t trust this, couldn’t trust you. The voice sounded eerily like his Mother’s.

At a loss, he found himself just barely nodding in agreement. 

He summoned enough courage to smile as he entered the living room, seeing most of the adults and older children gathered, some already running up to hug you goodbye. And not just you – Regulus suddenly had Martin and Milly at his feet for goodbye hugs. He went through the motions, politely hugging and waving goodbye, trying to distance himself from his body so he wouldn’t have to feel it.

Despite having no intention of returning, Regulus knew he had to make a good final impressions, so he walked up to Mr. McKinnon and stretched out his hand. “It was a pleasure to meet you, sir,” he said with an as steady voice he could produce at the moment. 

The older man looked down at his hand and back up at his face, before using the outstretched hand as leverage to pull Regulus into a tight hug. “It’s Mason to you, son. Come back soon.”

Regulus nodded with a tight-lipped smile, saying nothing else as he turned towards the fireplace. There he received two almost identical hugs from Marlene and Magda, save that Marlene whispered “don’t overthink this” in his ear while Magda whispered “be good to each other, alright love?”

Never before had Regulus appreciated the flurry of travelling with the floo as much as now. 

When he landed in your flat beside you, everything felt quiet. Dark. 

Your shared living room felt like it was closing in on him and Regulus quite honestly might have thrown up, had that not involved a touch more vulnerability than he was willing to reveal now. Instead, he shrugged, trying to shake the feeling off him, and immediately made a beeline for the bedroom.

“Reg…” you whispered after him.

He didn’t respond; he closed the bedroom door behind him and leaned against it, effectively keeping it shut.

Feeling every bit like the 8 year old currently shaking in the depths of his memory, Regulus slid down the door, settling at the bottom of it, cradling his knees against his chest.

In the acute silence of your flat, he could hear your heavy sigh. He tried to interpret it without letting up on his attempts at occluding, at schooling his mind from you. It didn’t seem angry or disappointed, just… broken. He couldn’t decipher in what way. 

Once upon a time, he had become excellent at it, but in the presence of his friends and you, he had let it slip. Somehow it was harder to hide his thoughts around you because his feelings were so screaming loud.  

The creaking of the floorboards were unmistakable as you walked up to the bedroom door. He expected your hand on the handle, he expected a confrontation. Instead, he felt a soft thud against the door as you slid down on your side of it in parallel to Regulus himself. His mind began to imagine how you looked, how you leaned against it and slowed your descent down, how your head was turned sideways, looking down at the small gap beneath the frame – but if he began to imagine too much, he would lose his grip on his occlusion.

He drew a deep breath and leaned his head against the door. Closed his eyes. Focussed. 

“Regulus, my love.” Your voice was soft and quiet, slightly muffled through the door, but he could hear you alright. “What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours? What happened, lovely?” 

A flicker of irritation flamed in him at your word choice and he couldn’t stop himself from the bite in his words, the first real words he spoke to you since. “Can’t you just see for yourself?”

A momentary silence. “What is that supposed to mean?” A little wounded, a little wary.

“You know.” His voice was hoarse. The insistent voice in Regulus’ head was kicking him for engaging with you on this, for not waving his wand to pack his suitcase and run as far as possible. He didn’t want to think about why, but he… he couldn’t do that. Not yet.

He heard you shuffling through the door, as if you shifted sideways to pretend to see him through the door. “My love, is this… is this about the l-legilimency?” Your voice was shaking in a way that made Regulus’ face scrunch up in pain – you seemed scared and he hated it, even if he didn’t get why.

But if you were scared, he was terrified. “Of course it is,” he breathed out, frustration leaking into his voice. “Of course it is. You’ve deceived me.”

“I didn’t deceive you.” Your response was immediate. “I didn’t deceive you, I just didn’t tell–”

“That’s the same thing! You… you kept it from me.” Regulus curled up into a smaller ball, hands coming up to cover his face. Breathe. Close your mind. Breathe. Close your mind. 

You were silent for a second. “I have never used it on you. Regulus, I have never read your mind.”

“Bloody convenient that I would never know, huh?” He laughed darkly, spiralling further. 

“You could, if you wanted. I would… I would let you try to read mine. Anyone can learn, it’s just that I… I had to be born with it.” Your voice was wavering. It almost brought Regulus clarity, but he couldn’t bring himself to allow it to. “I promise you Reg, I wouldn’t have.”

Slowly, he let his hands fall to either side of his body. He let out perhaps the worst-tasting sentence his lips had formed. “I don’t believe you.”

This time, you were silent for longer. 

You sounded painfully choked when you at last spoke up. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” Regulus whispered in the same tone, and that was himself talking, not any voices. 

The unmistakable sound of you beginning to get up rang through the silent flat, and panic surged through Regulus’ heart. Your name blurted out past his lips before he could stop himself.

“W-wait.” He turned to face the door, sitting cross-legged and leaning his forehead against the wood. It was terrified defiance, self-perceived stupidity and relentless love that drove his speech. “Don’t go. Not yet, please.”

If you had walked away now, Regulus was sure he would have crumbled, he would have had to apparate to Barty’s and never look back. Instead, you let out a breath he was beginning to suspect was a sob and sat back down. He felt the soft thud of you leaning against the door once more – he hoped it was your forehead, that yours were pressed together with only the wood separating you.

“Explain. Please.”

Your breathing was ragged enough that Regulus knew you were crying, rubbing your face to rid yourself of the tears before they could fall too far, like you always did. “I’m sorry,” you repeated, voice high-pitched. “I didn’t… I don’t tell people. Anyone. Because of… because…”

Because of this exact moment.

You seemed to try to stabilise yourself. Regulus ached to reach for you but remained silently rooted in place, save for the way he nudged his forehead against the door as if it was your skin. 

“Why did you think I’m so close with the McKinnons?” you asked after what felt like an eternity of silence and brazing yourself. “Why do you think I’m not close with my family?”

Regulus didn’t have an answer to that. In his friend group, no one had a good relationship with their biological families and, if it could be helped, no one talked about it. A realisation began to settle in. “I just assumed… I just assumed they were bad.” He cringed at how weak of a response that was.

You laughed a bit dryly. “No, they were entirely justified. Who would want a freak for a daughter?”

If a single sentence could have changed his mind, it would have been that one. His eyes squeezed shut in pain as he shook his head. “Amour, you’re not–”

“No?” You cut him off, tone a bit pointed. Regulus could understand why. “Some people train for years to master legilimency but I came out of the womb seeing and understanding everything. It freaked me out and once they realised, same thing there. Only the McKinnons had enough children to not care for an oddball or two.”

Regulus trained his eyes on the little gap beneath the door. He placed one hand near it, not close enough to slide his fingers beneath, but enough for his fingertips to dream of it.

“They were kind to me, Regulus,” you whispered in a hauntingly sweet voice. “That’s why I… wanted you to meet them too.”

“They are kind,” he agreed at last, voice hoarse and rough.

The breath you let out at that thankfully sounded more like a choked laugh than another sob. “I tried to get rid of it, you know. I learned to control it, not because I wanted to, but because I had to. I couldn’t stand living like this. So I… I don’t do it anymore. I hold back. I don’t read minds, I don’t read feelings or instincts unless I absolutely have to or… unless that person wants to. The McKinnons want to and with them it’s never been… something bad. It usually makes me feel sick, but it feels good with them. I don’t tell people because I don’t want them to know that I can do it, not because I don’t want them to know that I am doing it. I swear to you Regulus, I swear, I have never read your mind.”

At last, tears spilled down his cheeks. Searing and stinging, dripping over porcelain skin and splattering softly against the floor. “You should have told me, amour.” It was all he could say.

“I’m sorry.” He supposed that was all you could say.

Regulus fought for power over his own voice as tears continued spilling. He fought for power over his mind that was still screaming at him that you could be lying, he fought for power over his heart that knew you weren’t but was busy splintering at the pain you’ve carried. Of all the things he prepared himself for this afternoon, this conversation was not it.

“I am sorry,” he managed to force out at last, urgent. “Trust… trust is everything to me, and it is nothing because I almost never have it. That isn’t your fault, it’s– it’s probably my parents. I don’t talk of them. I don’t want to talk of them, you know this, but they– they would use anything against me. Anything I said or did, but also anything I thought or felt. It terrifies me that someone might have control of me.”

It cut him so deep to speak those words out loud, to share them with someone else, but either you had read his mind and already knew, or you were true, in which case you deserved to know. He heard you sniffle through the door.

“I would never.” Your voice was adamant despite how it broke. “I would never. You’re the one with control over me. I love you so deeply Regulus, I would never intentionally hurt you.”

“That’s what she would say,” he whispered. Not because he didn’t believe you, but because he needed to say it.

Your hand came down to rest near enough the gap beneath the door that he could see your fingers. “Did you feel loved by her?”

A sob. “No.”

Your next question was tentative, fragile. “Do you feel loved by me?”

It scared him that it was an immediate answer for him. “Yes.”

Your fingers scooted beneath the door, an open invitation. Slowly, as if this was the major decision, Regulus moved his fingers to brush against yours, to rest side by side under the door.

“I’m sorry I didn’t think to tell you before we went,” you whispered with a renewed energy. “I can’t say I’m sorry for not telling you right away, because I wouldn’t have been able to – but you didn’t deserve to find out like this and I should have known better. I am so sorry for putting you through this.”

Regulus’ fingers pushed more firmly against yours, tear tracks on his face drying slowly. “You didn’t put me through anything.”

You laughed quietly, shortly, unsure of how much was allowed, unsure what would happen. He didn’t really know either, acting on his heart’s instinct in a way wholly unfamiliar to him. 

“I’m sorry for reinforcing your fears,” he whispered then. “You’re not a freak. To me personally or in general. You’re not. You’re beautiful and wonderful and so capable. Legilimency isn’t… freakish, it’s a skill and a weapon. It’s the weaponisation that scares me.”

“Will you be able to live with the fear?” you asked, voice small. “I promise I will never weaponise it, never use it on you, but… is that enough?”

Regulus was quiet.

Then – “Can we open the door?”

“It’s up to you, my love.” Your voice sounded more defeated than he liked.

He withdrew his fingers and slowly lifted himself back up, slightly lightheaded as he reached for the handle. Tentatively, he turned it and opened the door inward, finding you sat in the exact same position he had been, cross-legged in front of the door.

You began to sit up, but before you could, Regulus quickly sat back down in front of you – this time, without the door separating you. Your legs were pressed against each other and slowly, ever so slowly, he reached out to place his hands over yours folded in your lap.

The sight of your face, riddled with many more tears than what Regulus had caught through the door, eyes shining with uncertainty was enough to tear him apart. He squeezed your hands.

“I– I love you.” The words were thick, incredibly hard to form on his tongue. “I do. And that is your greatest weapon against me, probably much more than legilimency could be. I didn’t think I could withstand it, but now… I don’t think I can do anything else. I can’t lose you.”

A few more tears rolled down your cheeks. Your lips trembled, but curled into a small smile nonetheless. With delicate movements, you turned your hands so that you could intertwine your fingers with his. “You couldn’t lose me. Even if you left, I would still have been yours, just a lot more heartbroken about it.”

Regulus laughed wetly. “We’re not wired right, amour. We’re just not.”

You leaned forwards and Regulus met you halfway, foreheads finally touching. “It doesn’t matter,” you whispered. “We can rewire each other together. You just… have to believe me. Trust me.”

He closed his eyes, leaning more heavily against you. “I trust you. I do trust you, it’s just– it’s just my mind that doesn’t. And not because of you, it can’t trust anyone. Not even Barty, not even Pandora. Not even Sirius.”

You let out a breath of laughter. “I know all about battling your mind. If your heart trusts me, I reckon that’s enough for me.”

Regulus drew you closer, moving his fingers up to hold your wrists, delicate long fingers spreading out over supple skin. “If you are trying to figure out if you are enough for me, amour, then of course. Of course you are, yes. That’s why it would break me so if you weren’t true, if you had been deceiving me – you’re not just enough for me, you’re all I need.”

He could feel your tears landing on his forearms as you gently nudged your nose against his in response.

“Please,” he whispered, not knowing what he was pleading for.

Somehow, you still gave it to him. You tipped your chin upwards and let your lips meet his in a slow, wet kiss. Every movement spoke of dozens of layers of emotions, layers that were stripped back and doted on as your hands continued its caress up his arms and shoulders to cup his face and hold it like it was yours. 

Regulus sighed into the kiss, leaning more of his weight against you as he enveloped you, inviting him into his very being despite how hard he fought to keep you out earlier. The Walburga-like voice in his mind was drowned out as he tried to repeat mantras over and over to wash it away.

Her, her, her, her.

Mine, mine, mine, mine.

Safe, safe, safe, safe.

When you came apart, you kept peppering small soft kisses around his lips, cheeks and nose, catching the last of Regulus’ tears as they fell. Your hands cradled his face so gently it almost hurt, but this was a kind of pain he welcomed.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated breathlessly.

“Please don’t be,” you whispered back, moving to kiss his closed eyelids with reverence.

“I always will be.”

“As will I.”

Regulus opened his eyes to frown at you. With a slight smile, you leaned in to kiss it away. He let you and hummed as he deepened the kiss, holding you close.

It was a tender, fragile night as the candles around your flat were finally lit and you changed into more comfortable clothes to hold each other on your wide window sill, looking at the stars as you talked it through.

The atmosphere remained somewhat tense, but in the same way you are tense after almost losing your partner on the battlefield, not the tension that comes from any lingering hostilities. Regulus kissed your shoulders softly each time he wanted to speak but didn’t know how, lips pressed against skin in silent apologies and declarations and promises.

You believed him – and you trusted that he believed you. 

[goblinwithgame-official]

Alright holy shit, reblogging this because I'd really rather dumb shit like this not be spread around when you guys do not know me. I'm damn well aware I have an inflated ego, I'm pompous, harsh and crude, and I do not "blame it" on having aspd you ableist prick, I literally cannot change my personality and I have no intent to. If you took some time to look into cluster b personality disorders you might have a better understanding of what you're talking about. I'm not asking anybody to be ok or relaxed about how I behave. You either like me and my work or you dont, easy as that. I have no ill will toward most my haters because I understand my work and art is NOT for everyone. Its gross, weird, honest, cruel, and even to write sometimes its sickening. BUT you're talking about an entire story written by people with cluster B personality disorders who were all traumatized due to various forms of physical, emotional or sexual situations and you're talking down to us as if writing or depicting it makes us as bad as the subject matter? Really? Thats super fucked up man. Depiction is not romanticization you arrogant, stupid cunts. I have never said "VIOLENCE AND GORE AND NUDITY MAKE STORIES MORE MATURE" because that's a stupid fucking take. I have said and will continue to say that the stories you see in majority here lack substance or purpose and settle on the UwU'fication of serial killers, rapists, kidnappers, etc and thus have no substance as you're simplifying a tragic horrid thing. Which is literally romanticizing it so shut the fuck up and look in the mirror oh my god. Atleast my production isn't fetishizing any of this and is just being honest about how awful it is. We are NOT writing characters worthy of redemption or a happy ending and we know that. If you have violence, gore, and nudity like my team does in our story, then more power to you but edge without purpose or substance is just edge. is most of my art JUST EDGE? absolutely, I'm a bored guy with ASPD who enjoys gore. And if you knew anything about ASPD you'd know chronic boredom is a massive symptom, so when I'm bored I doodle, and those doodles tend to be fucked up nasty shit or its concept art for the sake of camera work and because we dont know exactly how to plan specific things so we do a runaround and figure it out through multiple illustrations, shitty little plannings and the like. On another side note: My writing of Tyrant and Leech's dynamic was literally side by side written with her actress and creator, @w4ikr We agreed we were writing the same character, and wanted to explore the dynamics of two narcissistic sociopaths who fall for their older and younger self because they could never find that respect and love in anyone else. It's a literal plot point and I've received an ungodly amount of support from cluster B individuals who relate to the writing. If you dont like me and my work, block me, its that easy. Instead you're being an ableist cunt and spreading misinformation for the sake of hating. Also: I never once said "She was porking he brother" you whiny fucking moron.

Why I No Longer Support Anton Morrow Or Blessed Be The Wicked

Okay, we're finally doing this. As always: Do NOT harass anyone involved. This is not what this post is for.

So, this has been a long time coming. I know I keep repeatedly saying that I don’t wanna cause drama but at this point? It’s not even a drama anymore. There’s a glaring issue that’s been circulating the fandom for a while, and up until now, people have either been ignoring it completely or are too scared to say anything at all — which is understandable. I’m frankly scared to be finally making this post. But with most of the fandom beginning to speak up on this, now is a better time than ever. 

You’ve all most likely seen my latest, very angry, Jeff rant post, and some of you might have already put together as to who it was about: Anton Morrow, the creator of Blessed be the Wicked.

If any of you remember the whole “mistype” situation that happened in 2024 revolving around BBTW, you already know I have gotten into a bit of a spat with him before. Then it was all cleared up, and we were chill. But now, with all that’s been happening, I’m starting to question that situation as well.

When it comes to creepypasta, you gotta acknowledge and respect both sides of the fandom, because more often than not, they tie together. Anton, however, doesn’t do this at all, creating a space where people feel unsafe and uncomfortable like they have to walk on eggshells. 

We are not mad at the fact that you are trying to make BBTW horrifying, grotesque, and realistic. In fact, a LOT of people were hyped for your project. No, we’re mad that you have to be an asshole about it. Shaming anything that doesn’t fit into your view of what a character SHOULD be, hating on the fandom way more than you claim to love it, villainizing characters that should not be villainized, like Jane, who’s a VICTIM of Jeff, not doing proper research (apparently not knowing that Clockwork was an SA victim despite her being your “favorite character”), being a fucking hypocrite (hating shock value yet using it in your work as well), and most of all, claiming to be bringing back the old roots of Creepypasta when you don’t even understand or know what those roots are. 

This fandom has ALWAYS been cringy, weird, and unrealistic. I mean, we have a tall faceless man in the woods, a magical black and white clown, and a guy whose skin turned completely white because of BLEACH. This fandom was never realistic! 

You can only use the “I mistyped” or “you all misunderstood me” excuse so many times.

Are you telling me you didn’t mean ANY of this?

Like, if I recall, David Near’s, MBK’s, Pastra’s, AND Ekatlani’s Jeff’s are NOT soft boys at all. But you refuse to acknowledge that, don’t you? Because even if they are closer to what you claim to be looking for within a Jeff rewrite, you still hate them because they weren’t what YOU THINK the character could be. 

But somehow, that’s not even the worst part. No, the worst thing has to be what you’ve done to Leech. Characters change, I understand that. My personal gripe with her not being the character I initially was excited for anymore is just my personal bias. What’s NOT, however, is the relationship you’ve put her in with Tyrant. 

Now, I’m all for toxic relationships. I’ve written them myself, but this? This is straight-up fucking grooming. It’s non-consensual, and you straight-up called Tyrant PREDATORY. 

And the fact that you tried to edit your post to hide what you said first tells me all I need to know.

Not to mention, you continuously like to bring up how much YOUNGER she is than the other two (Context: She's in a poly relationship with Tyrant and a character named Marc)

This goes past a toxic relationship, this is straight up fucking CREEPY. You admit that Tyrant is using his VICTIM, cause that’s what she fucking is, as a way to feel like he’s not all the negative, that “he deserves love.” No. Just no. 

I’m disappointed. Tired, angry, and disappointed. I thought you were a cool guy, Anton. I thought all of you were cool. I was genuinely excited for Blessed Be The Wicked, as I’m sure a lot of the fandom was. But you showed your true colors the moment your project began to get popular. 

Not so politely, fuck you. And if all you can do is complain about is the fandom having fun, fuck off. 

[iceclew]

BACK TO ART Y'ALL!

(after ....an awful lot of screaming these last days.. ... hey I don't know what is wrong with me, maybe it's the spring vibes finally kicking in or smth..)

Anyway here's the concept art for Hans and Henry - Witcher AU

'Cause I can not enjoy ANY franchise, ANY game, ANY-FUCKING-THING without witcherizing it. For t'is the law here.

Go down to my overly detailed description and non-text versions for AU Hans and AU Henry here. I have my brainworms and i'll spill them out on you, if you don't step aside, so beware.

Also this time I'm not going for a mix, I'm going full Witcher universe here.

Let me tell you there is a LOT of Hansry in the making for canon and Witcher AU right now.. I just need to find a way to finish it, for I am cursed to be stuck at WIPs so far as it seems. BUT I WILL DO MY BEST !!! FOR WE NEED THE HANSRY, DON'T WE?!

YES WE DO!!

So I've read the witcher books, played game 3, and looked up several things on fandom-wikis. If anything's not entirely witcher canon here, my bad. I tried my best ok? Also I took some liberty and smushed timelines and stuff to fit the scene here.

Capon is my fucking dress up doll. I am sorry I could not not. He is so FUCKING Dandelion coded.. PLUS I had so many cool outfit ideas and well...LOOK AT HIM HE JUST EATS, OK? I feel like he could be stuffed in a human-sized sock and still would look great in it... I don't get it either.. the tailors just love him.

have a song recommendation for Hans :3

Hans Capon (House of Leipa) The House of Leipa is a family line of famous military leaders at the nation of Kaedwen. (listen, there is a canon Fort Leida in the witcher universe, how could you blame me for jumping on that?) For generations they reigned over Fort Leipa and the surrounding region in Kaedwen. It was about 19 years ago when the Scoia'tael invaded the fortress and killed almost all members of the major family branch, including Hans' parents. Hans himself survived due to a servant's quick thinking. He was hidden in the servant's quarters in a bedroom's chest. The Scoia'tael focussed on looting the royal belongings. So he was not found until his relatives reconquered the fortress hours later. Hans has no memory of said day since he was still an infant, but suffers from claustrophobia now.

'The Slaughter of Leipa' contributed severly to the following pogrom in Ard Carraigh (Kaedwens capital), causing the deaths of over 400 nonhumans. Hans is not entirely against nonhuman races but has his personal, unprocessed issues with them....

Back in the present (20y/o) his situation is very similar to canon Hans, with Hanush currently being his guardian as long as he's not old enough to reign. He differs a lot from Hanush's imagination of a proper heir of their family tree and arguments are on a daily bases. For political representation Hans gets to travel and stay at the free city of Novigrad for a while. While he loves his home region in Kaedwen, he immediately falls in love with the urban vibes, and modern culture of the city (and of course the freedom of being away from Hanush's monitoring for once). For a few months he's spending a fair amount of coin on every tailor, tavern, brothel and bathhouse in the city.

By now the owners of said etablishements have made appropriate arrangements with every bandit's guilt around, for his regular visits are more profitable to all of them, than robbing him once.

There might have been one or two kidnappings with ransom involved nonetheless, which had Hanush consider hiring a bodyguard for his ward after all...If only just to mend his headache from time to time a bit.

This is were a certain offer from an old friend, plus a witcher's apprentice appears seemingly just at the right time...

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Henry's design and my idea of his witcher character made me painfully aware of just how similar those two universes actually are. I mean - not necessary a bad thing, but it might take the charm out of it a bit. So I tried to add a little twist to Henry here. Let's see how we're doing.

Have a song recommedation for Henry :3

Henry, child of the fate Henry is born a blacksmith's son and lived a slow life in a small village around Kaedwen's hillside. There would be times he would even go as far as to call it straight out boring, but he's not one to complain about stuff like that.

Since his father Martin taught him from young age, Henry practically grew up with swords, especially the kind made of finest silver ore, used to slay monsters. His father's outstanding works, famous in all the northern nations, attracted many witchers from far and wide. Of course the nearby 'School of the Wolf' at Kaer Morhen was a popular and recurring customer at their forge as well.

All peace and quiet ended the day his village was raided by bandits and his parents were murdered. Henry found himself seeking refuge, first at Kaer Morhen, then at Fort Leipa, with a handful of other citizens. At the witchers fortress he recognized one or two faces from back at the forge, but there was one particularly standing out.

Radzig Kobyla, a reknown witcher in all around the region seemed to have special interest in Henry and even offered some first combat training in sword-fighting. With time Henry finds the truth about is bonds with Radzig...

Before he was born Radzig saved Martin from a mountain troll. Half joking, half serious Martin remembered old witcher's tradition of the Law of Suprise - 'for what you find at home, yet did not expect' and offered it. Radzig actually refused the offer, for he was not necessarily fond of said tradition.

It was only a month later that they found out about the pregnancy... While awaiting a child Martin was devastated about his promise. He was not sure if it was to be fulfilled or not. After Henry was born Radzig still refused to ever take the child, arguing he never agreed to any contract like this. But fate finds his way nonetheless and with Henry basically finding him and being robbed his family, friends and home, Radzig finally gives in and offers to train him to become a witcher.

Of course things are way more complicated by now, since Henry is not suitable for a proper 'Trial of the grasses' anymore. He never gained the full immunity and powers of a proper witcher, but with Kaer Morhen's knowledge, plus consultation of several sorcerer Radzig's find a way for Henry to undergo a lighter and also much slower variation of the original changing procedure.

Although the risk of said changing progress is the same, if not higher. Errors or negative effects can only be seen and be treated much later after they have already settled in. The sorceress Katharina of Ard Carraigh was outraged when she heard about Radzig's little experiment, but offered her help with the effects nonetheless. With her help Henry was able to adapt existing witcher potions to handle his new powers and skills easier, and - much more important - to keep them at bay, when they threaten to take over his sanity.

While trying to tackle his new life and witcher training, Henry is also confronted with his first 'witcher' contract (well whatever Radzig found fitting for a half-baked witcher, without much fighting experience, nor complete control over his powers, that is.) Their host at Fort Leipa seemed to have a promising task as bodyguard at hand, and since Radzig had taken a lot of contracts from the house of Leipa in past times, it would not hurt giving it a try. Henry would only have to take care of the spoiled Leipa's offspring for a while. Nothing too much of a task right? Right.

At least until said offspring runs off and jumps into sheets with an Alp and seems to be in need of a witcher now after all, .....

But that's a story for another time...

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*visible exhaustion but I made it*

that's it for now guys.. I ..clearly overdid myself in the description right there, I just know it.

Also - sorry for my spelling , I hate rereading stuff, and tend to miss weird errors...

Hope you liked it, I don't really call myself a good writer, I just want to get out my ideas here. :)

[heuldoch7b]

while i was gone, i was deeply contemplative about part of what made me take a hiatus in the first place, which is shame. long post forewarning

growing up on the internet (i was 10 when i started using the internet, back in 2010-11) and something i was (and frankly, still am) constantly exposed to was shaming others. ranging from "light hearted" shaming; this ranged from poking fun at an amateur artists work for it looking funny or it being super "tumblry" to shaming with the guise of social justice, you know "hey this artist draws X and thats BAD and if you support them youre JUST AS BAD".

when i was younger i poked fun at other artists and engaged in cancel culture, on a very small scale (just my friends and i) and i regret it. it was entirely due to my own low self esteem and peojecting fear of being made fun of myself. but ive retained that fear, even as i've matured and grown to understand how unkind it is to shame and mock others, ESPECIALLY as myself a weird, autistic artist who draws "cringe but free" stuff

and even with regards to problematic content, stuff that, reasonably more often than not, ellicits a "yuck" reaction out of most viewers, has turned more into a genuine social risk of getting a callout over being immoral or gross and losing your social circles and delving into isolation. this happened to me. i think it genuinely messed me up, and im dealing with it even now.

it has lead me to be avoidant of being honest about what i like, and being afraid of befriending others due to fear of being dropped again. this is of course not fair to you, potential reader, but unfair to myself as well. i want to develop a healthier respect for my friends as well as myself about what i do and dont like, and not feeling guilty for saying no or not liking something.

i think, as i remake my old pinned post, i am going to be more explicit on stuff, i like shipping the primarchs! i love it very much even. and if you do not thats absolutely A-OK. i like drawing the dismal warcriminals as genderweird. i like maybe skirting away from how chronically cynical and dour the universe (which i do still enjoy, im into warhammer FOR warhammer) and making silly, comfy stuff. fuck i LOVE drawing weird heroic nudity mythological scenes where some characters are like, centaurs, cause its sick as fuck.

and with all that i myself need to be okay with maybe people who i enjoy their work of dont really jive with all that, and that isnt the end of the world, its just being honest with oneself, and thats really important to do. i will be trying to maybe tag sensitive stuff like primarchcest better, so people can filter it out, but i am not gonna be hypervigilant about tagging everything because that would make me neurotic and id rather just be unfollowed or blocked at that point.

anywho, i really just wanted to put my thoughts down into words and share them, i honestly wrote this out and deleted it like 3 times already due to, hilariously, shame. but this is a really important topic to me and extremely relevant to my social presence on this website. i care for you all immensely, even if we are all strangers online.

i will be sad if i lose potential friendships over the things i like, but theres literally thousands of people if not more on this website, and it so fine and healthy to go like "eh no i dont want that in my life" to something like someones specific fuckin fandom art LOL

if any of you want to talk to me about your experiences with shame, id welcome it, may it be through a reblog or messaging me personally. i think its really important for all of us to be unashamed, mindful of course, but not stifling ourselves. be free have fun type stuff. i hope i can drop my own shackles too. thanks for reading

[marmorada]

Tbh you’ve used the one bad example in the entire series. A lot of people including myself are against the casting because it unintentionally injects racism into the plot in a way that twists characterizations. Snape is a stereotypical creepy white dude, who attracts widespread immediate intense suspicion from characters we are supposed to see as good, for being a creepy unkempt white dude. Replace that appearance with an attractive black model (who is so far the only POC cast member) and what do you get?

Almost every other character hates this guy immediately because of his appearance or because of a ~mysterious suspicion~ they ~can’t place~. And he’s bullied by the protagonist’s father and mentors— who we are supposed to later forgive— with what is now basically a mock lynching scene. He’s made fun of for not caring for his hair and for having an unusual nose, to the backdrop of black people being discriminated against for natural hair… And what does it say that the casting crew saw this Ugly Hair And Nose characterization and it said “black” to them? He’s not even an ugly actor. It’s a mess.

This from a series that is supposedly planning to be highly accurate and won’t change the surrounding story to accommodate.

Let’s pretend for a moment they’ll cast black Hermione too. Now she’s the one character who keeps saying maybe Snape is okay but Harry and Ron refuse to listen to her. Uhhhhhhh.

The suspicion Snape received is supposed to be justified. That’s why it’s a twist. The rest of the narrative encourages you to justify it. How does that come across now? Especially that it’s framed as a surprise he’s not evil later?

There is a lot of Snape meta that would say it better and more coherently than me, but it’s important that Snape fits in the demographic of an easily recruited supremacist. A guy that thinks lesser society owes him something because he was born as the right race/blood but didn’t get the notoriety he felt he was owed. He’s the poor white trash that was scooped up as a child by the powerful rich whites as a warm body for their cause, but later decided to sacrifice it all for no gain for the betterment of humanity. He’s supposed to be an example for white kids vulnerable to propaganda.

Black Snape is more of a martyr meant to sacrifice himself to teach the more important characters a lesson about not being racist… the message doesn’t work if Snape isn’t the spitting image of the oppressor class. (It’s a bit of a “change the doomed romance character to gay at the last moment and accidentally make bury your gays media” moment.) It’s supposed to be a white author telling her white readers to stand the fuck up.

That said it wouldn’t matter for almost anyone else. My friends and I have been fancasting black McGonagall for a while for example.

It differs dramatically from other potential raceswapped castings because even when they can be paralleled with black struggles (Hermione as muggleborn, Dumbledore being a subject of unfounded government suspicion, etc) those struggles are NEVER justified by the narrative like Snape’s are.

Gyns, is it just me, or do you also not see the alleged antisemitism in Harry Potter?

I don't get it. I never got it. This wasn't the first time goblins were used in fantasy, no? Wouldn't the ones in the wrong be actually those who see goblins and think of jews? Same with the "racist" Cho Chang name.

All this flew over my head as a kid and continues to amuse me. Y'all see a character with a crooked nose and immediately scream "JEW"? Y'all see a girl named Cho Chang and immediately scream "RACISM"?

[cakebatteronabrickwall]

When Nathan Fielder said "Sincerity is overrated and ends up punishing those who can't perform it as well as others." I think my brain shut down for a second, i need to ramble.

I don't care how much Fielder is or isn't playing a character, this sentiment didn't just come to be, it isn't just something you come up with. It really got me good. It's something that I think about constantly-- the inherent performative feeling of everything. I could go on and on about this holy fuck. My "favorite" thing about it is the implied base assumption that any kind of sincerity is performative, the question isn't at all if someone is genuine but rather if they're perceived as that and rewarded via likability. Nobody actually means it, they're just talented liars waiting to be found out (or not). HOWEVER then you have a scene were Fielder implies that he can't voice his genuine feelings sometimes (he gets an actor to relive and observe them) which means he truly means the act of voicing an emotion or experience in a sincere manner can be performed well or not, though that doesn't mean the person isn't actually genuine about it.

Like, I'll be honest, sometimes turning over human interaction that way makes me feel like a psychopath touching and dissecting life with gloves. And the worst thing is I'm someone who seemingly performs sincerity well irl which actually feels just as bad as being the person wondering what they're doing "wrong", checking their rating. At some point - like the original statement indicates - you look around and think of everyone as a performer in the way you are, so nothing is sincere.

The pilots judging the contestants are being nice (not sincere though these are conflated by the contestants), because they fear confrontation. The same thing that ultimately causes the plane crashs Fielder studied. So I'm sitting here wondering if everything I ever do in service of being perceived well by others isn't just the same thing.

Truly being yourself will crash the plane. But the plane will crash regardless. There is actually no reward.

[doodler16]

May I ask *how* Mammon from Helluva Boss is bad asexual representation?

I'm ace myself, & have a video script about asexuality I hope to one day be able to produce once I get some recording & editing equipment/software, & analyzed Mammon's appearances so far (so just S2) for it, & I came to the conclusion that he's not as bad as most people say he is when it comes to asexual representation. His ace portrayal is DEFINITELY FLAWED, but not to the degree I think most people make it out to be. To summarize...

1.) He actually has some moments in his debut episode that subtly imply he's ace (while still staying in character with him being a jerk), they're easy to miss to the point one might be able to write them off as plausible unrelated coincidences though; these moments including his deflection about making robots of whoever wins his clown pageant being seen as "weird" at the beginning of the episode, calling his customers "sick degenerate adults" during the Robo Fizz ad, & possibly him not quite understanding the implications when he tells Fizz during the fan-meet, "The better the impression, the more they’ll want a piece of you to take home & fuck! Don’t you want that, Fizzie? To be fucked?!"

2.) When he says in Mastermind, “Oh shut up, you two. We all know you enjoy slumming it with the lower class plebs. Unlike the rest of us, heh. Right Levy?” definitely read as ace to me the first viewing alone.

Most of his moments DEFINITELY needed another pass, especially by an experienced & asexual writer since the stuff he says to Fizz during the fan-meet doesn't read as ace at all, the way he doesn't say anything to Beelzebub about him being ace when she says stuff that shows she either doesn't understand asexuality or just doesn't care to learn anything about him in Mastermind in favor of unnatural dialogue between the two mindlessly insulting each other, & Mammon's dialogue & body language/expressions when he flirts with Leviathan don't read as asexual in the slightest, at least to me.

So what I'd like to know, if possible, is what evidence is there that he's as bad of asexual representation as so many folks seem to imply? The way everyone talks about him (without explaining their reasoning alongside the facts), makes it sound like he's clearly harmful representation with loads of misinformation, but I couldn't find any evidence of something like that when I wrote that part of my script. If there's something really bad about him I've missed, I'd love to add it to my script!

I understand Medrano's personal opinions of asexuality over the years is full of red flags & misinformation (that hopefully she'll finally bury with her potentially being on the ace-spectrum & actively trying to learn more about it), but just looking at Mammon's portrayal alone, is there something I'm missing? I'm approaching this as someone who just wants to learn, so if you can teach me something here & don't mind taking the time to do so, please do!

My main beef with Mammon and his asexuality representation is that it feels like stereotype of what some think asexual people are. Portrayed as selfish jerks who don’t care about others but themselves, inflated ego, etc. It also doesn’t help that Mammon is portrayed as this greedy, disgusting pig (metaphorically and literally) who uses others when it benefits him. I get it, he’s the sin of greed but with the asexual representation added on top of that, it is not a good look but hopefully Vivziepop does a better job handling it when season 3 and 4 comes.

[glitter-stained]

sometimes when i see people dismissing what jason went through as him just "throwing a tantrum" or "being dramatic" i want to scream about how he didn't even get to have the honour/respect of being a survivor. he didn't get to survive. he died. that was the end of it for him. he was 15. he didn't "come back", he was ripped out from the afterlife and then had to dig his way out of his buried coffin.

Kinda what bothers me about Tim telling Jason "you did what you had to do to survive" in Knight Terrors tbh, like, that's a nice sentiment for a survivor but... Jason very much did not survive.

Like his experience of victimhood, not survival, is actually so important and a big part of the appeal for a lot of people. He is a "bad victim", which people can like or dislike, but by god he is a victim that's literally the whole point. People (both dc and fandom) downplaying that with victim blaming arguments or "he should quit his dramatics everyone died he's not special" really piss me off because like victimhood is a core characteristic of how he built and defined himself both himself and in meta, it's why the jason/mia "victim/survivor" parallel works so well, he went through something terrible and he's angry and he's suffering because of it and the whole point is the catharsis of having a victim in pain say actually, this is fucked up, and demand that their suffering be acknowledged, so when people play trauma olympics to prove their blorbo had it worse or downplay his reaction as dramatic it feels like almost insulting to the people who find release in that catharsis?

Like there are so many characters that endure so much and swallow it down and act as good little victims and sometimes it's interesting but honestly sometimes it also feels like being told "see? See how good they are for being good and nice and heroic and to dedicate themselves to saving people instead of whining about how they got hurt all the time?" (Thinking of all those comments I saw about Tara Markov "whining about her trauma and how the narrative in those panels very much reinforced this shaming attitude towards people who complain/are upset/are self-centred/focused on their trauma.)

And then UTH, flawed as it is, especially that final confrontation, very much feels like going hey actually yk what it's fucked up that this happened to Jason it's fucked up that this happened to all of Joker's victim actually, it makes sense to be angry and hurt and upset that it happened and it keeps happening and nothing ever changes and when something terrible happens to you it feels like the end of the world to you (literally in Jason's case) and yet when the problem is that the system is broken it doesn't matter like your whole life ended and it didn't even matter and you're right to be angry about that. It's fucked up. Batman isn't coming off righteous out of this one with a morality lesson about how Jason should have sucked it up like everybody else, he can't because it is fucked up, blatantly, so instead he fucks up and slashes Jason's throat and the building explodes because that's how fucked up it all is. You don't get a good, happy, easy ending, the whole point is that it's terrible and unfair and everything from the fighting the crying the speech the wound the bleeding and the goddamn explosion is so fucking cathartic and validating.

So yeah I do get the frustration when people downplay that experience of victimhood when the whole point, with so many comics that tell you to suck it up, is how good it feels to have a comic that tells you that being upset is valid.

[bellysoupset]

A much needed talk - II

"Where are you?"

"Uh- On my way up to my apartment...?" Wendy frowned, her cellphone squeezed between her cheek and shoulder, while she held onto the groceries bag. She could not wait for Vin to move in, he never allowed her to grocery shop and she abhorred doing it anyway, "why?"

Jonah didn't answer her, only disconnected the call and Wendy squirmed to drop the phone on her hand, staring at it in disbelief. What the fuck?

As soon as the elevator doors opened, though, she had her answer.

Jon was crumpled on the wall right next to her door, arms crossed, car keys tightly squeezed in his hand, whole face looking a little swollen like he had been crying... A duffle bag on the floor next to his foot.

"JON?!" She rushed to him, dumping the paper bags next to his duffle bag and Wendy didn't even have any time to cup his face or hug him, before Jonah was crumpling forward, whole face contorting as he collapsed against her.

"Oh wow- Okay, okay, darling," Wendy cooed, wrapping her arms around him, trying not to stumble at his weight and rubbing his back. He was shaking with empty sobs, tears long dried, but his body still wanting to keep crying, "I got you, Jon," she whispered, squeezing him just as tightly.

Wendy wasn't sure how long the hug lasted, but it was longer than pretty much any other hug she had ever shared with Jonah. Long enough that she had time to think the situation through and only arrived at one conclusion: the engagement was off.

Nothing else explained Jonah being this distraught and the freaking overnight bag. He'd never leave home, no matter how bad his fight with Leo might've been. On top of that, she couldn't understand who would've called it off. Not Jonah, judging by his entirely out of character weeping, but if it had been Leo, Jon wouldn't have left his own place-

He sniffled, grossly and finally pulled back, wiping at his face, "I- I... Can I spend the night?"

As if he'd ever have to ask. Wendy rolled her eyes, picking up her groceries once more and unlocking the front door, nodding so Jonah would get in first. She had never seen him so defeated, which was saying quite a lot because only 2 weeks before she had been by his side as he watched Leo day and night like a hawk in a hospital bed. However then he had been so locked in Leo getting better, there hadn't been any tears, just furious hope.

She didn't ask what was wrong right away, instead walking ahead to put the groceries in the kitchen and planting a kettle on the stove to make some tea. Chamomile, for nerves.

Jonah put away his bag in the living room, then sat down on the couch and just... Stayed there. Staring at her unlit fireplace in a vacant way, until Wendy returned with a steamy mug and placed it in his hands.

"Drink it up, Jon," she sat next to him and planted a hand on her best friend's shoulder, pulling him so his back was resting against the couch instead of that stiff, robotic position from before.

There was a long minute of silence, and then he said in a quiet voice, "Leo doesn't want kids."

She had always known Jonah wanted kids. Not that he had ever told her, it wasn't a topic between them, but it was impossible not to notice how he perked up around children. Back during college, before they picked their specialties and while they were interning, she had genuinely wondered if Jonah was going to go the pediatrician route. It had quickly been disproved by how little patience he had with parents.

However, until this moment, Wendy had no idea of where did Leo stand on this. She had noticed he didn't light up with kids like Jon did, but neither did Bella and that didn't change that ginger had made it plenty clear she wanted to be a mother. That didn't really mean anything.

"You hadn't... You hadn't discussed it up until now?" Wendy tried to keep the disbelief and judgement from her voice, criss crossing her legs and worriedly eyeing Jon up and down. He wasn't drinking, simply holding the mug as a hand warmer and staring at the bottom of it as he shook his head.

"I thought... I was stupid," he sniffled once more, "I knew Leo didn't particularly love kids, but I figured- Ours. In the future. With me," his words came out strangled, "and I just- I love him. There's no one I'd want to do this with, but him. It's not just being a father what I want, I want to be a father with him- But..."

"Jonah," Wendy reached in, grabbing his hands, "did you call off the engagement...?"

He let out a wounded noise, but shook his head, "No. No, fuck- No," Jon pulled his hand from hers, in order to wipe at his eyes, "I can't- I love him so much, Wendy, this isn't fair."

"I know, darling," she sighed, scooting closer, "it doesn't have to mean its over, Jonah... Leo will come around."

A huff, Jon's face scrunching up as if he was in pain, "and if he doesn't? You don't- Would you?"

It was the wrong question to be asked, to the wrong person and Wendy considered flat out lying, but before she could, Jonah was already reading the answer on her face.

"Yeah," his voice came out strangled, "if he doesn't- I-" he tried to suck in air, but it became a gag and Wendy hurried to remove the mug from his hands as Jonah rushed to press a hand to his lips and shot up, stumbling out of the living room to her guest bathroom.

She overheard him heaving, loud and violent, half a retch, half a sob. When she got to the bathroom, he was curled up in front of the toilet, hugging his knees in an incredibly childish position that was nothing like Jon, forehead resting on his forearm as he stared at his lap.

"Jonah," Wendy crouched down next to him, rubbing his arm, "sweetheart, you'll drive yourself crazy-"

"I should- I should've told him," Jonah sniffled, his voice muffled as he refused to lift up his head, "I should've told him I wanted this from the get go- Before... Before I-"

Proposed?

"-Before I fell in love with him," he completed, shoulders shaking as another sob wrecked through him, "it's too fucking late now, either way its a mess. Either he changes his mind and I- I force him to be a dad and he's unhappy or he doesn't and I- I'll never-"

Wendy didn't miss how the option of breaking things off was not even on the table,, despite it being the most logical conclusion if they wanted completely different lives. She moved closer and threw her arms around him, pulling Jonah to her and he buried his face on her chest, nose on her collarbone as he continued to try and breathe.

"He'll come around," Wendy pressed her lips to the top of his head, "Leo loves you so much-"

"It doesn't matter," Jonah said quietly, "I'm not gonna force him into this... I won't."

[jerk-bitch-idjit-assbutt]

Prefacing this by saying that i am not deaf or hard of hearing.

But i think it's really interesting how the latest episode of Doctor Who had the characters engage in accidentaly and explicit ableism with Alyss (i think i'm spelling her name right.) And not just the Bad Guy Characters, the Doc and Belinda do it too.

Constantly turning the subtitle pins on and off whenever they felt like it, turning their backs on her when they know without the subtitles she relies on lip-reading, things like that.

Sometimes it's small and you wouldn't notice it unless you're paying close attention OR you have a personal connection to that part of the story (being deaf yourself or knowing someone who is deaf.) Sometimes Alyss calls it out and even the viewer feels like an ass because of course that's fucked up why didn't we catch that? Sometimes, this one applies to the Doctor especially, they do it on purpose. They don't trust Alyss, they don't know if she's dangerous or not, so they purposefully exclude her from their conversations by using her disability against her. It's not the same as just having an aside with someone. They used the fact that she's deaf to their advantage, and they didn't think twice about it.

Also the quick exchange right when they meet Alyss where she and the Doc sign for a bit, and one of the soldiers jumps in to say they need to "keep all conversations verbal." (A little touch of paranoia right at the start. Which is, of course, the whole point of the episode.) And the doctor comments on how "signing still makes people anxious sometimes," (cant remember the actual line.)

And, to be completely clear, I dont think the show was saying this is ok, or was normalizing this. It's just something i noticed while watching.

[gyaruwrites]

Bracelet Making

⚠️Warnings⚠️, some characters may be ooc bc I might not understand their characters properly. Pls correct me if I misspell something or a sentence doesn’t make sense!!

Gn!reader x housewardens (separately)

prompt: Yuu making a cutesy little bracelet for their crush

Riddle:

jeez.. why did you have to fall for the ‘rose red tyrant’. It wasn’t even before the young fellow had met Rosehearts, it was AFTER the whole overblot. Yuu had always had a bad taste for men, but something about the way Riddle changed for the better and is still trying sparked an interest in the young student.

“would you like this bracelet I made?”

Yuu looked at the mirror and cringed at their stance and patted their cheeks and sputtered. Looking back at the shaggy worn down mirror,

“no no.. i made a bracelet for you, here you go”

Yuu stopped smiling and groaned at the reflection of their stupid nervous smile waving back at them. How were they going to do this?? Yuu did spend the entire night before to make a bracelet for the housewarden, why wuss out now of all times? But alas their nerves made them doubt themselves,

”okay.. i got this.”

Yuu encouraged themselves as they narrowed their eyes in determination to get the bracelet on that short boys wrist. (And to possibly get affection points)

“I made bracelets last night, thought you’d like it”

Yuu then smiled victoriously at the words and fist pumped the air and let out a sound of relief. Finally, they had the perfect prompt and it didn’t sound like crap! Maybe they got this in the bag after all.

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Later on into the morning, Yuu was sitting in their history class, surprisingly earlier than Riddle, which was a surprise to even the professor. Riddle walked in, books in hand and a neutral face on as he sat in front of Yuu’s designated desk. Yuu’s eyes watching his rather petite figure sit down. Their lips twitching into a soft smile as they zone out most of the class. Until Trein got their attention with a simple question directed at them,,

“Yuu. When was the chess war situated? The year only.”

Yuu’s mind snapped back and looked up at the teacher with widened eyes as they looked at the board and notes for any context clues. Before guessing randomly, An answer flowing out of their mouth before they could stop.

“1675..?”

Trein looked at them with a quirked up eyebrow and frowned lightly, his old sleek pointer stick snapping to the board and his voice projecting loudly so all could hear.

“close, but it was 1672. Maybe if you paid attention instead of gawking at someone you admire.”

As eyes looked at the squirming student, some giggling, but most not paying attention. Well one person was paying attention to Yuu’s face, a small sympathetic eye caught theirs. Yuu quickly feeling their cheeks heat up, looking away in haste.

Shortly after class ended, Yuu was walking out of class. Bag zipped slightly opened as they just wanted to get out of that class and sink into the ground. Riddles pale cold hand touched their shoulder as he looked at them with a concerned expression.

“Are you quite alright, Yuu? You seemed flustered,”

His voice came out with a smooth yet light tune that grazed their burning hot ears. Yuu can’t let him know- but they don’t want to wait till after lunch to give it to him-! Oh fuck it.

“yeah, I’m okay, just teachers doing their job”

Yuu chuckled nervously, hands fiddling with the sleeve of the worn down uniform. Pockets having forming holes and worn fabric with the out of date stitching. Quickly looking up at riddle and pulling out a small black, red, and white bracelet, plastic pearls surrounding the red rose. Shoving it into his hands.

“Here- I made it for you, hope you like it-!”

Yuu then quickly turned on their heels and quickly walked to the next class they had to go to next, leaving behind a red cheeked-stunned Riddle Rosehearts looking at the bracelet made just for him.

Leona:

The sun shining down onto the crisp fall air was a stress reliever for Yuu. The first thing they did when waking up was to immediately start getting dressed up, cleaning themselves up better than usual. As the cool air wrapped around Yuu’s body, they shivered softly and made their way to the botanical garden. Taking one step into the glass building, Yuu took in the smell of the earthy scent. Smiling at the comfort of the sun shining through the glass walls in an aesthetically pleasurable atmosphere.

Walking to the usual spot where Leona usually napped at, Yuu almost met the doom of stepping on his tail yet again. Luckily, stopping themselves before stepping on the grouchy cat’s tail. Leona’s ear twitching as he slowly opened his eyes, glaring at the person standing to his side.

“what do you want Herbivore?”

He spoke in a low grumble as his eyes closed again. Tail twitching as Yuu sat down next to him and mischievously smiled at him. Biting their cheek as they gently poked the lion.

“cmon, just wanted to give the little grouchy house cat something”

Leona’s eyes then opened and sharply raised an eyebrow at the cocky herbivore. Smirking and sitting up and resting most of his weight in his left arm.

“really? You sure know how to peak someone’s interest”

Yuu grinned back at the teasing lion and playfully puffed out their chest, pointing their thumb at the center. Leona chuckling at the dramatic expression that was displayed in front of him.

“yeah i think you’d like it, maybe it’s catchy enough to keep your attention, kitty”

Teasing still, Yuu looked at Leona with a confident expression, though deep inside they died at the cringy pet name. Leona just scoffing at the exaggerated words and swatted Yuu’s hand that was on their chest. Yuu gasping in mock offense,

“Rude.”

Yuu said as they swat Leona back, Leona getting annoyed with the playful persona they had put on.

‘What is with them today? They look nicer too- what? Why did I just think of that?’

Leona shook off the weird feeling and looked up at the grinning Yuu. Cheeks feeling warm and fuzzy as Yuu continued to talk and yammer on about giving Leona something.

“well you gonna give it to me or keep on yapping about it?”

Leona lazily yawned as he looked on to the luscious greenery surrounding them. Eyes catching the blushing figure next to his side, suddenly now too flustered to speak. Hands clutching onto something in their pockets, eyes finding his then getting lost in the background.

“you alright prefect?”

Yuu then looked up and smiled, head nodding up and down. Soon after their hands grabbed the item in the worn down fabric and took it out, revealing a bracelet!

“I made you one- I also made Grim one too!”

Yuu muttered too save embarrassment from being to obvious with their feelings. The bracelet yellow and complimenting browns and white chunky clay beads, a little golden lion charm in the middle.

The silence was loud and clear as Leona stared at the bracelet in the prefects hands, ear flicking in interest. Looking up with piercing green eyes, a grin forming onto his face.

“thanks herbivore”

The lions increasingly cocky smugness as Yuu nodded, yet as soon as they left, Leona’s heart could not stop beating and pounding against his chiseled chest! Why do you have this effect on him?

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Azul

Walking into the underwater like dorm was breathtaking, even after you have done it multiple times. The fishes swam around, the pale blue and white fishes catch your curious eye. Now that you think about it, the only time you come into the Monstro lounge there is always a problem arising. But you’ve grown accustomed to the chaotic nature.

The leech twins were rather funny and the dorm leader.. oh he was something alright. See, it’s a not so secret thing that you have a crush on the dorm leader. But everyone seems to either catch on or have suspicions that you like the octopus. But he never catches on for some odd reason, it’s like he refuses to believe you’d actually like him.

Which is weird because you are a magic-less human that hold no status, rather than being Grim’s friend. But alas you have managed to avoid giving him the bracelet for the entire week. You only came to the Monstro lounge because your friends grew tired of your excuses and whining

You notice the twins had saw you when you walked in because they started to walk towards you. Well, Floyd abandoned his duty while Jade finished his, following shortly after. “Wahh, whatcha doing here shrimpy?” Floyd began, his mismatched eyes going to Jade’s. Jade’s sly yet polite smile turned into one of amusement.

“Azul is just in his office.” Jade chuckled and started to walk towards Azul’s office, you following shortly after his long strides. Floyd letting out a raspy chuckle as he draped himself across your shoulders.

“Azul, you have a special guest..”

Jade slyly remarked as he opened the door for you to step in. Floyd following in step, your slightly flushed face showed you were embarrassed about something. But Azul’s light purple blush was quite a sight to gaze upon. His hands pushing a new golden contract to the side as he smiled his usual businessman smile.

“Go finish your shift. Both of you.”

Azul says with a smooth voice, his beautiful eyes now looking into yours. His smile still plastered to his beautiful face. Hands intertwined with each other as he continued to speak.

“What brings me the pleasure of seeing you?”

He starts, but before he could finish, you quickly slam a small cardboard box onto his desk. Azul jumped slightly at the sudden action, but taking the box and opening the lid. Seeing the clear baby blue beads paired with the silver coral charm dangling from the bracelet caused a even greater and stronger blush to make its way to his face.

“It’s for you, if thought you’d like it..”

You spoke in a small voice. As you quickly turn to leave the office, a small voice in the back of your head telling you to stay and await his response. But your feet continue to walk away, leaving behind a rather flustered housewarden and two snickering twins behind. Yet all Azul could think about is when he could repay you for your kindness.

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Kalim

It’s was not really a surprise when you started to like Kalim. Everyone saw it coming eventually. The way Kalim would always make sure you had clothes and ate 3 times a day. It was a kindness that was rare in NRC. So when you told your friend group (the first years), they had to act surprised.

Though, the thought of dating him seemed impossible, thinking he had to marry someone who had social and political status. But Kalim could bend a few rules to be with the one he truly wanted. So when you decided to accept his invitation to his dorm party, he was rather ecstatic. The only thing you focused on that entire afternoon leading to the party was getting the beads and charms just right. If it was cute or cool, it would make up for the fact that it wasn’t pure gold, right..?

Walking up to the door, the music loud enough to be heard two doors down. Your nerves making you slightly sweaty in the palms as you opened the door. Catching the attention of a very cheerful young man. Kalim in his element. The music, red and gold decorating his sun kissed skin, matching his ruby eyes with a bright smile.

“Oh Prefect! I’m so happy you’re here!”

He immediately hugs you, eyes closed as he slings his arms around your shoulders. He’s just too excited to not have some sort of physical contact with you. After a short while of close contact, Kalim pulled away, cheeks dusted with a shade of red.

“Glad to be here, is Jamil cooking tonight?”

You ask a rather obvious question to the short boy, trying to start some small talk to make interacting less awkward. Your e/c eyes averting eye contact as an arm wraps around yours. A jolly Kalim dragging you along with him. A beaming smile on that never seemed to fade.

“Of course! Wouldn’t be a party without his yummy food!”

He exclaimed with awe spreading across his round face. White teeth shining in the gold shimmer of the decorations. A hard thump beat against your ribcage, like it was trying to claw its way out of your body. It was hard to not get flustered by his cute demeanor. Everything about him was perfect and charming.

As the two of you sit down at the cozy table, food was set in-front of you. Marinated beef, curry, and many more dishes were prepared for the crowd to eat. A gluttons wet dream really. As Kalim served you with more than enough food, you clutched the small piece of jewelry in your pocket. Now to give it to him later.

As the night wore on, Kalim insisted to use his magic carpet to drop you off. Only barely sneaking past a suspicious Jamil, you two were soaring through the warm airs of Scarabia. The mellow atmosphere consumed the both of you, light chatter and laughter filled the wind. The conversation came to an end soon enough, finding yourself at the entrance gates of Ramshackle.

“Uhm, Kalim?”

“Yes, prefect?”

Kalim beamed back as he looked expectantly at your shrinking figure. If giving him things was this hard, how would it be confessing to him?! Let’s save that mess for another day.. that’s future you problems.

“I made you something, thought you’d like it..”

You muttered with averted eyes, hands holding out a clay beaded bracelet that contained red-browns, mellow yellow, and gold charms. A rather eye catching piece of jewelry if you’d ask him yourself.

“It’s not much, but I’d thought you’d like it.”

It was rather silent, a twig snapping heard in the distance. But Kalim’s smile only seamed to grow wider and brighter. A sudden hug found itself to wrap around you.

“oh prefect, I love it!”

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Vil

The regal man was a hard one to impress. So when you found yourself crushing on the beautiful man, you knew you had no chance at even talking with him. But that soon changed after the VDC competition, turns out he cared for your well being in the unstable house. After the whole situation with Idia, you found yourself talking with Vil more and more. He, in return, would often give you healthy advice and new clothes from fans that he didn’t need. He was a nice guy after getting to know him, honest!

So when Epel walked you to the Pomefiore dorm, complaining about how he would rather die than have you come in and date his housewarden. But he still begrudgingly led you to Vils room, a light knock was enough to have a regal looking man at the door in seconds.

“what do you need potatoes? I’m about to start my night routine.”

He said bluntly as he took a step back to let the two in, but only you stepped in. Causing Vils carefully crafted eyebrow to quirk up suspicion. But as you smiled nervously and presented a small royal purple box to him he smiled lightly.

“for me, I presume?”

the way you nod your head has him rather curious, smooth hands taking the box from your gentle hold. Lifting the lid off of the box, a rather pretty bracelet presented to Vils eyes. The clear dark purple beads paired with the silver charms that decorated the metal wiring. As if sensing your need for his approval, he looked up with a smile.

“handy work, prefect. I appreciate this gift.”

He took notice to the way you immediately brightened at his approval. Eyes twinkled with a little light of hope for his love. A smile making its way to your face, hands clasping each other.

“Really? Oh I’m so glad..”

You muttered, mostly to yourself, but he heard. Smile twitching, as if he had to contain himself from a sudden wave of affection. His eyes finding yours, then to his wrist as he slipped the piece of jewelry on.

“I’ll have to repay you someday, prefect.”

he promised to himself as he took off the bracelet, putting it on his bedside table. His hand rubbing against the place where the bracelet had once rested, a very faint blush of pink could be seen on his smooth cheeks.

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Idia

Wow.. what a pick! Certainly a unique experience to have..(jk I love him). The only way that you will see this man outside of his room is either because, A: he was forced to, or B: you hang out with him, occasionally. So when you told your friends, they were absolutely appalled. Especially if your crush formed after book 6, they will judge you. HARD.

As you walk to your class with a light pep in your step, you stumble across Idia. His hair blue and glowing as he navigates the hallways to get to his class that he shared with you. You’re the only reason he came to this class today, because you and him were going to get lunch together today!

“Idia! Wait up, let’s walk together.”

You say loud enough for him to hear, jogging to catch up with his long strides. Hands holding the cold beaded bracelet in your pocket. But you quickly snap out of a daze as he smiles down at you ever so slightly. His eyes immediately looking forward as you glance at him yourself.

The two of you enter the classroom, you sit next to each other as the lesson begins. The history lesson drones on, eyes closing from the new found tiredness. But a tap on your shoulder awoken you from your sleep. Idia stood there with a nervous expression, seeing that you were finally awake.

“Wanna go skip lunch? I have food there..”

You nod happily, Grim is with the others, he’ll be fine, right? You could only hope you don’t get called to the office about Grim once more. As you continue to walk with Idia, you find yourself at the ignihyde dorm already. Eyes scanning the blue hues and rather tech dependent devices.

Finally making your way towards Idias dorm, you see him twiddle his thumbs. A slight heat making its way to his face as his chest felt his heart beat so fast it’s almost concerning. Stepping into the room, the cool air conditioning caresses your face.

“It’s really nice in here, Ramshackle usually gets really hot in the afternoon.”

You ramble as Idia opens a little mini fridge and grabs two waters and your favorite snack. You swear you could see the tips of his hair turn a pinkish shade. A little smile on his cold, blue lips was present.

“Major bummer.”

He replied with a small chuckle at his word choice. You also let out a small laugh, eyes looking over to his hunched over figure when he sat down to turn on his PC. The game noises low but loud enough for you to hear. It was a fighting game that was rather popular at the moment.

“OUH! That game is so fun to play!”

Idia nodded and smoothly moved his fingers across the controller and beat the first monster with ease. It almost felt as if he could beat any game without breaking a sweat.

“yeah, I’ve played it before, it’s actually pretty easy”

You almost felt embarrassed when he spoke. You struggled to get past the first boss, and he easily won.. You almost forgot about giving his bracelet! As the bell rang, you jumped and fell off of his bed. A small laugh escaping his mouth, and a blazing burn spreading throughout your face.

“HERE! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

You shouted and placed the cardboard box next to his gaming table. A wide eyed Idia watched you bolt out of the room from embarrassment. But later on he got the courage to open the box. The box contained a cute candi bracelet that had electric blue and matte black beads. Oh how he could die of happiness right now!!

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Malleus

The soft glow of yellow light buzzed around Malleus, the winter breeze brushing past your hair as you walk towards him. His green eyes flicking towards your walking figure, his black nails looking effortlessly clean. A sharp yet soft grin made its way to his beautiful face.

“Ah, Child of man, how are you doing?”

He questioned as he turned his attention toward you, green eyes almost glowing in the light as the moonlight reflected off of his smooth skin. Dorm uniform pressed and clean as his scent filled your nostrils, hair raven black and combed through. It was rather breathtaking to even glance at him.

“Good, uhm.. I was looking for you today, couldn’t find you though.”

You muttered out, hands clenched together as you stop right in front of him. Nerves flaring as his intimidating gaze was upon you, the regality of his presence was insane! But it wasn’t that he was frightening, it’s just your big fat crush on him doesn’t make it easy to be around him. The stumbling over words, tripping, and blushing was very embarrassing you know!

“Really now? I’m very flattered you’d seek me out.”

He chuckled with his deep voice, hand going up to your hair as he fixed a loose strand. Great seven, he has you in a chokehold! His beautiful orbs looked down at you as he waited for you to continue speaking.

”yeah, but now that I found you, let’s go on a walk together!”

Malleus’ eyes widened in shock before a smile returned to his face. Before nodding with another deep chuckle escaping his throat. His sharp nailed hands pulling back to his own side. You start to squirm ever so slightly at the stare, wondering if you said anything wrong or offensive.

“Of course, the more the merrier, as they say.”

Your face lit up before immediately falling into step alongside with him. Your arms swinging ever so slightly, hands clenched around the cold glass beads. His tall height towering over your smaller body, it felt almost safe to be around him. But nerves made it feel like you were on fire every time you were around him.

Throughout the walk, you saw the trees sway in the wind as the moonlight guided the two of you through the pathway. Hands almost brushing against each other with your heart beating so fast it was almost heard in the cool breeze.

“Oh? We’re back already.”

He said simply, almost disappointedly. But maybe you were just hearing things, it was rather late at night. But before you walked away, you gathered all your courage and strength to gently nudge a small bracelet in his hands. The black glass paired with the emerald green as the string held the cheap materials together. But it was rather thoughtful, or so he thought.

“Child of man, thank you.”

he said after a moment of silence, his cold hands grabbing the bracelet with a softened grin. But all you could think was how to get rid of the burning feeling that creeped up your face.

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A/n: I enjoyed this prompt sm!! 🌺