#is that we met first and were playing on being a thing/bonding sexually

[angelfrombeneth]

SECRET - A . DONALDSON

Sexual Content Ahead

Art Donaldson x Fem!ChubbyReader

Summary: Where you and Art are 'secretly' hooking up without your friends knowing.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), Born with barely any plot, Art is slightly pathetic in this, Reader loves a cheeky ass grab.

Note: This one is a quick one I rushed, because I'm writing a nice long Art fic for yall. So please enjoy this for now.

If you told yourself 3 years ago that you'd be sat on some bleachers watching tennis you wouldn't believe it.

You were never interested in tennis, you knew about it obviously but it was never your thing.

You came to Stanford as an international student due to the fat scholarship you recieved so you packed your bags from London to California.

That is where you met Tashi Duncan, your best friend. She introduced herself to you one day in the library after hearing you tap away to the music playing in your headphones. It was a close call, she saved you from another warning from the librarian.

Tashi and you were inseparable. Learning about eachother more you discovered she played tennis and was quite well known but you had no clue. She found this a breath of fresh air as everyone knew of her some how. She put it down to the fact your from a different country additionally to your lack of interest of the sport.

Tashi coaxed you to come watch her warm ups and games - which you did being a great friend. But you sported to opening your sketchbook and sketching out the scene infront of you additionally. Might aswell do a research project on human posing and what better sport that tennis.

After your first semester you noticed Tashi always hanging out with this tall lanky man. He seemed nice but, you'd never seen him around. She told you he was her 'thing' which made you both laugh over lunch one time. She had mentioned he will be around alot more and he has a friend and that's when you met Art Donaldson, and well. The rest is history.

It had been a good year since you met Patrick and Art and you four were now a little quad. Despite the three of them being raging tennis players and you just sat on the side line they didn't mind.

You did try to take up a sport but it just wasn't for you, after Tashi found you face down in a bush after a 100m sprint.

You were watching Art play against someone from another University - you weren't listening to their name though.

Tashi and Patrick sat beside you, gasping and groaning, cheering and whooping at what was going on in the game but you only knew so much.

In the year you've known Art, you two had a great bond and tend to.. dip into eachothers bonds from time to time. You had no clue if Tashi or Patrick knew about your occasional flings with Art, you both never aired it nor got caught it just happened sometimes.

But as of late, you can't take your eyes off him. The way his shorts ride up his muscly thighs as he jumps from one end of the court to the other. The way his hair bounces but also sticks to his forehead due to his sweat. You were slightly obsessed.

You wouldn't say you had feelings for him, it never got deep enough for that. But you craved him. You craved every single inch of him and how he'd just melt into your hand.

"COME ON!!" You jump slightly as you were ripped out of your daydream as Tashi flew up beside you screaming as you looked at Art celebrating on the court.

You smiled, standing up and clapping as you grabbed everyone's coats and bags as Tashi and Patrick dashed off to see Art.

Climbing down the stairs was tricky balancing everything but as soon as you saw Tashi and Patrick bust through the door of the court as they piled onto Art you smiled. Walking towards them as you put down the stuff.

Art turned to you smiling, walking up to you and pulling you in for a hug. It wasn't unusual just took you off guard.

"We should celebrate! Let's go out for dinner" Tashi smiled.

"I love a good dinner" You smiled as they all chuckled at you.

You got changed for the dinner into a little black dress, you can never go wrong with it. Tashi texted you earlier her and Patrick will be late - which you assumed they were fucking in his car yet again. Dinners cancelled you assumed.

You walked over to Arts dorm, knocking on the door as it swung open to reveal a slightly disheaved Art as he stared at you. Shirtless and in the tightest pair of shorts ever.

"Did you forget we are going to dinner-"

"No- I was just.. working out" He spoke slightly.

You looked him up and down, a knowing smirk on your face.

"You can't hide it from me" You laughed. Art's face contorted as he looked at you confused as you swiped your hand over the very obvious bulge in his boxers before walking past him into his room.

He doubled over, groaning as he shut the door as you laughed, sitting on his desk chair.

"I thought Tashi was taking you to the restaurant?" He dove onto his bed, laying on his stomach as he scrunched a pillow up at leaned against it looking at you. God he looked so pathetic. Ass up and everything.

"Seems she got preoccupied with Patrick, I got this" You pulled up the text and turned it around to show Art.

"We definitely won't make it to the restaurant now" He laughed.

You stood up, dropping your bag on the chair as you walked over to Art, sitting by his head as he looked up at you.

"What do you wanna do then?" You caressed his cheek, smiling down at him.

"I have a few ideas.." His head turned to kiss your palm as his lips made its way up your arm till he was on his knees infront of you.

You stared at him blankly, sucking in your bottom lip as you took in the situation. You both paused for a brief moment staring at eachother.

You leaned in, kissing him roughly as your hands dropped to his back, pulling him closer as his hands slid up the back of your dress as he squeezed your ass. One thing about Art he loved your ass.

The pair of you tumbling with one another as you yanked down his boxers slightly as the back, grabbing a chunk of his ass with his hand as you sucked onto his tongue. A soft moan leaving his lips as you yanked down his boxers completely rolling over as you caged him below you.

"Mm- want you- s'bad" You pulled at his lip as you sucked on it, grinding down against his bare cock as you reached to pull your dress off in one swift motion.

"Fuck- good girl-" He groaned as he unclasped your bra throwing it off as he pulled your neck and pulled you back into another kiss. It was passionate but needy. The way his tongue slipped in and out of your mouth had you yearning for more. You reached down to wriggle out of your panties as you kicked them off to the side before you held the base of his dick. Running it between your slit as you gasped, pulling away from the kiss.

You bit your lip, sighing as you bucked your hips against his tip. Your hands sliding up over your breasts as you peered down at him. "You piss me off how fucking hot you are. Why are you so fucking hot" You groaned, grinding down harder against him as he harshly gasped.

"Shut up" He whined lightly as he grabbed your hip, lifting you up so he could grab his cock and curve it up towards your entrance as he dropped you down against his abdomen as his cock slipped up inside of you. "Fuck-" You both yelped in unison.

You peered down at him, chuckling softly as you let out soft moans as you rocked back and forth against him. "Oh fuck-" You grit your teeth as your hand slid down his chest as you rocked back and forth. Your thighs slightly twitching as your eyes threatened to roll back.

"Such a good girl f'me aren't you" He smirked, sliding a hand up overs your stomach. This was something Art tended to do. You knew you were chubbier that other girls you'd seen him with before but he was definitely into it. His smile grew as he slid them further up to grip your breast as he squeezed and toyed with it.

You smirked down at him, leaning forward slightly, pecking his lips as your ass rebounded against his abdomen as you dropped down on him continously as you rode him.

"Good.." You spoke with breathy moans as light whines escaped Art's lips as he stared into your eyes. It was pathetic. He was pathetic. The way his eyes watched you.

His hands dropped from your breasts, gripping onto the plush of your thighs as he whined slightly, spreading his legs below you.

You could feel his hips thrusting up into your for more, as you bit your lip moaning lightly. "Yessss~ fuck. Art- s-so good" You yelped as his hands gripped your waist before flipping you onto your back. The movement shocked you but the second he got his balance he began to piston into you.

You reached back, grabbing the headboard of the bed as you yelped. Whines and moans pouring from your mouth as Art demolished you. His hips slamming into you. His balls slapping into your ass as the bed creaked below the pair of you. One of his hands, gripping at a chunk of your thigh as his thumb caressed against the skin. The other, reaching for one of yours as your fingers interlocked with one another.

You reached forward grabbing his ass harshly with your free hand, as you squeezed it, looking up at him, biting your lip.

His mouth ghosting over yours as he let out soft whines and groans - just like he does in tennis. Fuck do you love the sounds he makes when he's playing fucking tennis...

"Yes- Fuck Art please.. Harder" you groaned, your hand removing from his as they both flew to his back, your nails scratched down it as he pounded harder into you.

His groans got louder and needier, as his hands returned to your chunk sides, his fingers dug harder into your hip. His thrusts became sloppier, you knew he was close.

Art threw your legs over his shoulders as he slammed back into you. A guttural moan yelping from your throat as you shrieked, his pace quickening as you whined. Your nails digging into his shoulder as your back arched down against him as your eyes rolled back as you drew closer to your climax.

He knew you were close abd so was he. He continue to pump into you as fast as he could till you both came undone. Both cumming together, his head hung low as he watched a mixture of your releases create a ring at the bottom of his cock as he thrusted a few more times, dragging the pair of you through the high.

"Fuck-" He groaned as he pulled out, biting his lip as he leaned back on his legs as he stared down at you panting.

You looked at the disheaved boy infront of you, you couldn't help but let out a breathy chuckle as he panted.

"S'good as always" You smiled, sitting up as you pecked his lips.

Art leaned forward, kissing you deeper as his hand snaked around your neck, pulling you closer as he kissed you. You hummed softly, your tongue swiping over his lips as the kiss grew more heated.

Before the pair of you could even consider a second round a loud string of knocks banged against the door.

The two of you pulled away and froze. Your hand pressed against his chest, your other frozen as you stroked his cock. His hands cupping your face as the pair of you just stared at each other.

After a while no knocks were heard so you were going to continue till another string of loud knocks.

"Fuck" You hissed as the pair of you both stood up, grabbing your clothes as you tried to quickly dress.

Your dress nowhere to be seen amongst the large pile of clothes. "Art where the fuck is my dress-" You whispered shouted.

"Shhh!-" He quipped. You grabbed his dress shirt he was wearing off the floor and threw it on over your underwear. He was scrambling around the room looking for his shirt when he looked at you wearing it.

He quickly pulled on his trousers and opened his wardrobe for a tshirt as he stumbled to the door. You stood behind him.

You don't know what you both expected or who you expected to be behind the door. But the colour drained from both of your faces as the door revealed your two friends.

"I texted you Y/N that we were outside 10 minutes ago but I can see you were occupied" Tashi raises her eyebrow, a sickly smirk across her face.

You gulped as you stared at her, smiling awkwardly.

"Tash- did you figure out where Y/N was-" Patrick's voice could be heard down the hall as he gained closer to the door. Stopping behind Tashi as he stared at you and Art. "Fucking knew it" He laughed.

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[all444glo]

𝘽 𝙇 𝙊 𝙒 𝙈 𝙔 𝙇 𝙊 𝘼 𝘿

🎞️: You were the star volleyball player. She was the star basketball player . Met in college, bonded through forced collabs and a shared dorm sophomore year, then joined the same sorority and became damn near inseparable. From campus legends to pro athletes drafted to the same city—then both making the Olympics? It felt like fate. You all always showed up for each other, on and off the court. Sure, there were girlfriends and boyfriends in the mix, but none of them lasted. Not when you two moved like this. Fans shipped you, friends joked, family side-eyed. But the late-night cuddles, lap dances after too many drinks, drunken innocent kisses that lingered just a little too long? That was just friendship... right?

⚠️: cw: explicit sexual content (18+), oral, fingering, strap-on use, praise kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, blurred friendship lines, slight orgasm denial,soft dom!reader x nervous touch-me-not!Rhyne

“𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 '𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 ('𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚) 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌”

The soft hum of the TV played as background noise in your bestfriends apartment, casting a low glow across the room. The Princess and the Frog rolled on screen—Rhyne’s pick, of course. She'd thrown it on half-jokingly after you did her retwist, claiming she “needed Tiana’s Inspiration.” Now, nearly an hour in, you were curled against her on the couch, one leg slung lazily across her lap. Her fingers absently grazed the curve of your thigh like she didn’t even notice she was touching you. But you noticed. You always noticed.

Being around Rhyne had always felt like standing next to a slow-burning fire. Warm. Calming. But if you got too close, things could go left— and fast. You both excelled at your respective sports back at UTK, now both pros in Atlanta, her with the Dream, you with the Vibe. You were hairstylist, occasional roommate, therapist, and best friend all in one. She’d seen you at your lowest after a loss, wrapped you up after a brutal ankle injury. Best friends, eventual sorors, and something more unspoken but it was implied that it was best that way.

Your phone buzzed on the side table. A missed text from your team’s trainer. You ignored it.

“I still can’t believe you packed your whole closet for this trip,” Rhyne murmured beside you, voice low and amused. Her fingertips danced just under the hem of your shorts now.

You shrugged, eyes still on the screen. “That’s only because your wardrobe only consists of sweatpants and cropped hoodies. If we gon do cancun we gon do it right…even if you have to wear my clothes”

“That’s wild. You saying I can’t dress?”

You tilted your head at her with a grin. “You actually can Rhy, you choose not to. You looked amazing in your last tunnel outfit”

She smiled, that dimple on the left side appearing—just the one. The one that made your stomach flip every time. “You always tryna crack a joke,” she muttered, voice heavier now. “But you saying I look good though right?.”

Your chest pulled a little. You sat up straighter, shifting so you were straddling her lap, arms draped over her shoulders. Rhyne blinked slowly, the flicker of tension rising between you two like static in the air.

“You don’t feel it?” you asked, voice soft, vulnerable. “This thing between us?”

Rhyne didn’t answer right away. She looked down, the glint of her waist beads catching your eye as the tank she wore shifted—purple and gold,snug on the soft dip of her hips.

“I been feelin’ it,” she finally said, voice quiet. “I just didn’t wanna move wrong with you.”

You leaned in, pressing your lips to hers. She inhaled sharply but didn’t pull back. Her mouth moved with yours, slow and uncertain at first. Then need kicked in, and she kissed you deeper, her hands gripping your thighs like she’d been holding back for too long.

Your hips shifted against her lap, pressing down just enough for her to feel the slow roll of your desire. Her breath hitched as you pulled your hoodie off and tossed it aside, baring your sports bra and smooth skin underneath. Rhyne looked up at you with a different look in her than usual, but it wasn’t an unfamiliar glance. She was mentally undressing you, calculating exactly what she was about to do with you.

You kissed her again, slower this time, fingers sliding under her tank and lifting it up. She let you take it off. Her chest rose and fell as you leaned in, mouth brushing over her collarbone, then lower, tasting every inch of her skin.

When you reached her waist beads, you paused. Pressed a kiss right where they met the swell of her stomach. Rhyne’s whole body flinched under you—not from discomfort, but from overwhelm.

“Do you know how much my mind wanders when you’re between my legs?,” you whispered against her skin.

She swallowed thickly. “Oh Yeah?”

“Anytime we share the same dressing room, get dressed together, drive together— shit anything.”

“I get so needy” you moaned, watching her heat grow wetter.

You ran your tongue lightly beneath the beads, feeling her tense, her thighs clenching under you. Your eyes locked with hers as your fingers slipped into the waistband of her shorts. “Can I?” you asked softly, voice low.

She didn’t say anything—just gave you the slightest nod, but her body told the truth. Her breath hitched. Her thighs parted, just enough, instinctively. You took your time peeling her shorts off, inch by inch, revealing smooth skin and the growing slick between her thighs. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Damn…” you whispered, your voice a mixture of awe and hunger. “You this wet for me already?”

Rhyne exhaled through her nose, trying to stay composed, but you caught the twitch of her thighs and the way her hand clenched the cushion beneath her.

You leaned in and kissed the inside of her knee, slow and steady. Then higher. Your lips lit a path up her thighs—soft and plush,—leaving goosebumps in your absence. You were in no rush. This was no where near about you.

When you finally reached her pussy, you let your breath hit her first—warm, teasing. You watched her hips stutter at the sensation. Her eyes fluttered closed.

You didn’t dive in right away. She deserved to be savored, you licked her slow, from the bottom of her slit all the way to her clit, just once, like a taste test. Her whole body tensed.

“Oh my—fuck,” she whispered, hand flying to your curls, gripping just enough to anchor herself.

You hummed into her, tongue moving with a patience you knew would drive her crazy. You took your time licking her folds, tongue flicking and dipping, tasting her like she was your favorite meal—because tonight? She was.

“You feel that, Rhy?” you murmured between licks, voice vibrating against her. “I love how you taste, can’t believe you hid this from me”

Her hips jerked at that, a stifled moan slipping from her lips. “Y/N…” she breathed, her voice tight, unsure. That vulnerability cracked something open in you.

“I got you,” you whispered directly against her clit, the tip of your tongue now circling it deliberately, carefully, like you were unwrapping her layer by layer. “Feed me baby.”

You flattened your tongue and dragged it slowly, adding pressure, letting her feel the full weight of your love. Her thighs started to close around your head—instinct—but you didn’t let up. You wrapped your arms under and around her legs, holding her in place.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” she gasped, the curse slipping out of her like it was her first time cursing.

Her grip in your hair tightened, but you didn’t stop. Your mouth moved faster now—lips sucking gently, tongue swirling over her clit with purpose. You were giving it to her messy now, filthy, tongue-fucking her between moans, letting her grind into your mouth.

"God—I'm gonna—"

You kept going, letting your tongue press just right, your lips sucking her swollen clit, your voice low and husky between breaths.

“Cum for me, Rhyne, let me make you feel good.”

And she did.

It hit her hard and sudden—legs trembling, hips lifting off the couch, moaning raw and guttural into the empty space. She didn’t even realize she was saying your name like a chant until the sound of it echoed in the room.

Her body relaxed slowly, twitching as you gave her one more slow lick, just to taste how sweet she got when she came. You kissed her inner thigh again, soft this time, leaving a mark.

You didn’t expect her to move right away—but she reached for you with shaky hands, pulling you up into her arms. Her kiss was hungry now—deep, unfiltered, like you’d unlocked something in her. Her kiss was all tongue and need now, her fingers tugging your shorts down, ripping your panties with practiced precision.

“My turn,” she muttered against your mouth.

You gasped as her fingers slipped inside you, slow but deliberate. She didn’t rush—Rhyne was nothing if not intentional. Her touch mirrored your earlier patience, learning what made your breath hitch, what made you clench around her. She had you whining into her neck, your forehead pressed against her collarbone, your own waist beads digging into her wrist as she worked you over.

“You look so amazing,” she whispered into your ear.

You broke apart on her hand with a long, drawn-out moan, collapsing against her. She held on you kissing your neck and marking you up. “I’m not done…” Her lips attached to yours as she sucked and bit on your lips, still not easing up with her fingers.

You broke away from Rhyne’s lips, gasping as her fingers sped up—slow and deep, then quick and precise like she knew your body better than you did. Your moans spilled out uncontrollably as your fingers clawed at the couch, bunching air in your fists.

"You ‘bout to cum for me, baby?" she breathed against your ear, her voice low and ragged, making your entire body shudder.

Your head nodded fast, dizzy with need, the tension in your stomach coiling tight.

"Use your words," Rhyne murmured, nipping at your jaw, her hand never stopping its rhythm between your legs. "Let me hear you say it."

“Y-yes ma—fuck!,” you whimpered, voice breathless, thighs already trembling.

But just as the orgasm threatened to rip through you—she moved her hand away, chuckling deep in her chest like she was proud of herself.

You turned your head, tongue pressed in your cheek, giving her a glare that could kill.

She just grinned, cocky as ever, opening one of the drawers next to her couch. “Stop being greedy,” she said, voice laced with mischief as she pulled you flat onto your back and stood between your legs, towering over you.

You watched as she slid a strap on—slow and deliberate, like she wanted you to see every second. Your breath caught when she stroked it against your soaked folds, teasing you with your own wetness.

“You ready for me, baby?”

You nodded, reaching for her, your hand finding hers and lacing your fingers together.

Rhyne leaned down and kissed your neck as she eased the tip in—inch by inch. You whined loud, feeling the stretch, the pressure of her filling you so gradually it was almost cruel.

"It’s okay," she cooed against your ear, kissing your cheek. "You can take it. I got you."

You squeezed her hand tighter, grounding yourself in her as she started to move—long, slow strokes that dragged perfectly along your walls, her strap curving right into your g-spot like it was made for you.

Your mouth dropped open, moaning loud as your back arched off the bed. The pain melted into overwhelming pleasure with every stroke, and when she picked up the pace—deep, relentless thrusts—you couldn’t hold her hand anymore.

Your hand flew to your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds pouring out of you.

“Oh my God—” you cried, voice shaking.

Rhyne grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away from your mouth, eyes locked on you. “Nah, let me hear all that,” she growled, rolling her hips and rubbing tight circles on your clit with her thumb. “You sound so damn pretty, let my neighbors know how good you feel right now”

Your walls clenched around her, your body oversensitive from how many times she'd already made you cum tonight.

"You gon’ cum with me, baby?" she asked, her breath hitching as her rhythm got rougher, messier—hips snapping into yours harder, like she was chasing it with you.

You nodded frantically, eyes rolling back, thighs locking around her waist. “Yes—fuck, yes, Rhyne, I’m gonna—”

“Then cum on this dick, mama,” she groaned, grinding into you, never stopping on your clit. “I knew you were such a good girl Y/N.”

And just like that, you unraveled beneath her.

Later, as you both laid tangled on the couch—sweaty, legs intertwined, the movie still somehow looping on the screen—she ran a thumb over your lips, smiling.

“Let me take you on a proper date so you can be mine for real” she murmured, half asleep”

You kissed her shoulder, grinning. “Oh so you like me”

Rhyne rolled her eyes, “Y/N I love you…”

[kining-the-evil]

Yandere Lisa cuddy you say? 👀 That's right up my alley. If your requests are open, could we get headcanons about her and yandere Wilson with a regressor reader? Platonic obvs

Yandere!Cuddy and Yandere!Wilson with age regression reader

Warnings: forced Age regression, Yandere!Cuddy, Yandere!Wilson, kidnaping, drugging, nonsexual age regression, gender neutral reader

AN: If I see anyone making the age regression sexual, I will block you. I wrote them separately, but if you wanted something different let me know.

House MD Taglist: @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @flowercrowns-goodvibes

House MD Masterlist All Masterlists

Lisa Cuddy

Lisa met you on a stop for coffee one morning, you were the barista, and it was your first day. She thought it was kind of cute how you fidgeted and were clearly nervous. She ended up giving you a large tip at the end of her order, even if you did miss it up slightly.

She began coming every day, timing it so that she could say hi, talk a little bit. She thought you were adorable, but not in an 'I should ask them out' way, more of a 'they need taken care of' way.

One night, while browsing the internet she finds an interesting concept. Photos and stories of adults regressing to younger ages as ways of relaxing or healing trauma, and she can't help but imagine you in that place.

She's a little ashamed of it at first, but her maternal instinct can't help but fantasize about taking care of you.

One morning, when she goes in for her morning coffee, she gets stuck behind another guy who is extremely rude to you. Even yelling at you until you cried.

Lisa decided she had to do something to help you. You clearly can't handle being an adult on your own, and she'll help you.

She waits until you're leaving work for the night and uses some meds from the hospital to knock you out.

After taking you Lisa pretends that you've always been there. She believes keeping a strict schedule immediately will help you settle into your life with her.

She really doesn't do drugging or anything, you're her baby, and she would never drug a baby!

She loves dressing you up, playing games, feeding you from a bottle, and anything that involves bonding.

Your room is perfect, a paradise of colors, toys, and stuffed animals.

Lisa is careful to not spoil you though, she wants a respectable, well-behaved baby.

You can try to act up, but Lisa is patient and puts up with all your 'temper tantrums' until you learn it's just easier to give in.

James Wilson

James meets you at the hospital where you're an intern. He notices quickly how soft spoken you are, how you never stand up for yourself, and he can't help but feel protective over you.

He starts a friendship with you but keeps it on the downlow the best he can. With how sensitive you are he doesn't want House anywhere near you.

While going over some medical books he ends up finding a phycology one that talks about age regression being used for therapeutic reasons. While you've never revealed some sort of trauma, he can't help but see you in the descriptions, and can't stop thinking about being your 'caregiver' as it says in the book.

Without thinking about it, James starts to buy little things he thinks you'd like. Small stuffed animals, toys, old Disney movies, and before he knows it, he's turned the spare bedroom into a nursery for you. It may not be the best one, but it's cozy.

James is meticulous with how he kidnaps you, planning it out for months before finally taking you.

He's unprepared when it comes to your reaction, however. He didn't expect the fighting, the yelling, the anger you direct at him. He does anything to calm you down, even drugging your milk to keep you calm for a while.

James isn't as strict about you looking or acting like a baby all the time. He doesn't want you to be an adult, but also recognizes that you are one and it would be difficult to just give that up.

James will spoil you, giving you your way most if the time. He's a lot less organized than Lisa.

[jgroffdaily]

A new interview at the New York Times with Jonathan, Daniel and Lindsay has been released. Gift article at the link, and excerpts below:

3 Actors, 1 Unshakable Bond

Jonathan Groff, Lindsay Mendez and Daniel Radcliffe are the heart of the tear-streaked “Merrily We Roll Along” Broadway revival.

What propels the highs and lows of “Merrily We Roll Along,” the 1981 Stephen Sondheim-George Furth musical that begins performances this month at the Hudson Theater, is friendship. But for the stars of this first Broadway revival — Jonathan Groff, Lindsay Mendez and Daniel Radcliffe — embodying the implosion of that friendship may well be more emotionally charged, rewarding and wrenching than anything they’ve done before.

As often happens with actors portraying intimacy, the sentiments they evoke in performance have bled into real life — or the good feelings anyway, when their characters are still fresh, hopeful and unconditionally smitten with one another. These well-seasoned pros may be in their 30s or early 40s, but when they describe their relationship — offstage, I mean, although the line becomes blurry — they’re as effusive and dewy as Romeo and Juliet before the going got tough.

“It’s such a special show in that way,” said Groff, 38, who received his first Tony nomination at 22 for playing a sexually addled adolescent in the musical “Spring Awakening.” “Often I feel you get that with the people you play romantic interests with. But the love story in this show is the friends. So there’s this intensity in a friendship that I’ve never experienced with a play before.”

Groff made those observations last fall when “Merrily,” the American directorial debut of the British actress (and frequent Sondheim interpreter) Maria Friedman, had just started previews in its Off Broadway incarnation at New York Theater Workshop. That its transfer to Broadway seemed guaranteed once it opened had much to do with the aching, loving sincerity with which its cast suffused it.

When the Workshop production ended its limited, sold-out run in January, Groff said he and his co-stars were “a wreck, even knowing we were going to Broadway, to say goodbye to an experience that meant so much.”

Nonetheless, Groff, Mendez and Radcliffe agreed to think as little as possible about “Merrily” for the next seven months. And while they continued to keep in close touch (they all attended “Sweeney Todd” together), they avoided discussing it.

And so the shadows of Frank, Mary and Charlie were banished, and life, being life, continued — in some cases, momentously. Mendez and Groff both worked on television projects (which they could not discuss because of the actors’ strike). Mendez moved back to Manhattan from California with her 2-year-old daughter.

Groff saw Beyoncé’s Renaissance tour four times, officiated at a friend’s wedding in Portugal and attended a 10-day silent meditation retreat in Utah. (Two of his last calls, before he surrendered his phone, were to Mendez and Radcliffe, to let them know where he’d be.) And, yes, he and Mendez both saw “Barbie.”

The bond among the stars felt, if anything, tighter than when I spoke to them last December. They were aware of it from the moment they met. “When the three of us first walked into the room,” Groff said, “there was a natural — —”

“It was a heart connection,” Mendez said.

Groff continued: “It’s a vibe. It’s chemistry. You have it on dates sometimes. And then going night after night after night and digging into the energy that was between us and the show deepening it. The three of us have — it’s such a gift — a meant-to-be alignment of personality and energy.”

What they share, among other things, is a bone-deep love of that currently beleaguered art form, the theater. Groff and Mendez, who turned 40 this year, arrived in Manhattan in their late teens from Pennsylvania and California to “pound the pavements,” as they said, sounding like the hoofers in a Busby Berkeley musical.

(“That’s so Dan, that his first role would be ‘Equus,’” Groff said.)

So would [Radcliffe] describe himself as a member of that New York-centric cult that makes a religion of the Broadway musical? “They’re the high priests,” he said, pointing to the others. “I’m like an altar boy.” He said that hearing a perfectly normal phrase “like ‘How do you do?’” will trigger his co-stars to start performing a lyric with just that phrase.

Sure enough, when a few moments later I mentioned that I grew up in Winston-Salem, N.C., Groff and Mendez responded immediately and simultaneously in swooping falsetto and soprano. “Winstooon-Saaalemm,” they sang, quoting a number I had almost forgotten from the musical “The Light in the Piazza.”

When they discussed their lyrics and dialogue from “Merrily,” they often seemed tremulous with the excitement of discovery. With an exactitude and passion that was unexpected at the end of a long rehearsal day, they parsed several scenes and musical numbers for me, especially moments when their characters just miss the chance to repair what’s gone wrong in their relationship.

Groff and Mendez started crying during several such descriptions, as if they had only just fully realized the extent of the destruction being done.

Groff, who grew up in Lancaster, Pa., said, “I know when I was a kid, theater was like an escape for me, as a closeted teenager. And I think I really relate to when Frank says, ‘Music is my life, without music, I would die.’ Musical theater at that age was, like, lifesaving. And so to be now, at 38, doing a musical as a more fully realized version of who I am … I always went to theater to escape and to express and get out of my life completely. And it’s like this show — and maybe this is what makes it so unique and what brought me to this experience — this show is both the escape and bringing me into my own life at the same time.”

When Groff, whom she knew casually, called her to say that a casting agent had said she would be perfect for the part of Mary, she had become a mother and was newly divorced. “I was like, I don’t live in New York anymore, and I don’t know who I really am right now. I feel really lost. How am I going to do this?” Mendez said.

“But somehow, magically, it all just worked. And when I got back here, the first day I walked in with them, it was just like, Oh my God, I’m home. And I know who I am and what I’m made to do. Of course I ended up here. There was no other place to end up.”

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Nascour for 6

Thanks for the ask! I have returned from my trip and can now finally do what's truly important in life (aka rant on Tumblr about video game villains)

Nascour - First time he realized his "calling" in life

I'll be giving two answers to this because I couldn't decide. One will be on the cute and wholesome side, the other not so much. Please note that the latter passage will mention violent crime, (non-sexual) grooming and child abuse, but there won't be any graphic details or in-depth discussion.

The (somewhat) wholesome: When Nascour was a little kid, he was by himself or with his parents all the time and almost never met other children. The main reasons for this were how generally unsafe Orre is, resulting in him not being allowed to leave the family property and not being sent to public school, being part of a rich family with strong ties to the Orrean criminal scene and his aura powers* making it difficult to be around too many people and strangers in general, causing him to have meltdowns and lash out when overwhelmed.

*I will be making a post explaining that one day, I prommy.

Being a kid, Nascour still needed something to be excited about and connect with, so he became fixated on Pokémon, both those around him owned by family members and all the Pokémon media that exists in the Pokémon world. He was especially fond of his mother's psychic types and even as a toddler played with her Delphox and Gardevoir, making the adults around him wonder if he was bonding and communicating with them in a weird and special way (spoiler: He absolutely was).

Once Nascour grew older, he wanted a Pokémon of his own to train. Thanks to family money, connections and Es Cade gently pressuring dear Uncle Evice into getting his nephew what he wanted, Nascour was eventually presented with a Poké Ball containing a Beldum that we now know and fear as "murder mittens" Metagross. The two were inseparable from the moment it was first released from its ball, and Nascour proceeded to take it everywhere he went and needed it to be included in everything. Finally he had a best friend. And it was now more apparent than ever - both to himself and the people around him - that he was going to be a Pokémon Trainer and psychic type specialist.

The unwholesome: When Nascour was a teen and had been more or less adopted by Evice after the death of his father and the disappearance of his mother, it soon became clear what his future would be like: Fight for Cipher, learn whatever he had to learn to run it effectively and then serve as a decoy boss, so that Evice could keep his disguise. Nascour was smart enough to see where things would lead.

Ultimately, it wasn't too hard for Evice to introduce his nephew to this "lifestyle" and successfully train and groom him. As a child, Nascour had already demonstrated a certain sort of cunning, manipulative behavior (though still fairly benign and innocent at the time) and a tendency to not follow rules, find loopholes, outsmart people and cover his tracks to get away with things - everything you would expect from a criminal mastermind, which older family members involved in Cipher commented on. He also needed to channel all the grief, anger and anxiety he felt due to his circumstances and being a teenager (who was also not "normal" in various aspects) into something, and crime and violence were convenient outlets, at least once any remaining compassion and sensitivity had been eroded. It made him feel empty, but empty was better than hurt.

Still, there was a time (and arguably to this day there are moments) when Nascour was aware that going down this path of being a mob boss may give him access to power and money, but will also prevent him from taking other paths in life. In private, he's opened up to Venus and told her about what he imagined himself doing as an adult if he'd grown up in Kalos, his mother's home region, instead of Orre, and the two shared a moment of... just mourning the future they lost.

Unlike Venus who still wants to make her dream come true, however, Nascour has chosen to (aside from these moments) accept what he's become and take some grim pride in it. He's aware that his innate traits and abilities lend themselves well to being effective at his "job" and that this combined with his family and life circumstances made it pretty much inevitable. He's wholly bought into Cipher's ideology and goals and identified himself with it, so that Cipher's victories are now his victories too.

[newpathwrites]

Another queer excerpt from my fics in honor of pride month!🏳️‍🌈

This excerpt is from A Marriage of Convenience, my first baby. It details the progression of a loving and physically intimate but non-sexual queerplatonic relationship between Din and his work partner who have bonded for mutual convenience.

In this passage, they discover that they have asexuality (and aromanticism) in common, though slightly different flavors, when Din asks why she was so terrified when she asked him about consummation rituals the day they took the vows.

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“Can I ask you why you were so terrified that day?  You know I would never hurt you… or expect something like that from you, marriage ritual or not… right?”  You hesitated to respond, and he shook his head guiltily.  “I’m sorry, that’s your business, I shouldn’t have asked…”

  “No, it’s alright, I’ll tell you,” you said, as you reached up to squeeze the hand still resting across your shoulder.  “But then you have to tell me why I’ve never seen you pursue anyone… or even visit a brothel… in the five years we’ve known each other.”  You winked, to make sure he knew you were joking.

  He did look a bit taken aback by your only half-serious demand but acquiesced with a soft chuckle.  “Okay, deal.  But there’s really very little to tell - I’m not sure it’s a fair trade of information.”

  You let out a long puff of air and began.  “Well, I’ve really never been one for relationships, never really liked the idea of getting married and having children.  But it was the norm in my village, and my family made it clear that becoming a mother and housewife would be expected.  So I tried to play the part, found a man I could tolerate…” Din chuckled at that.  “...but being in a romantic relationship never felt right to me.  It felt suffocating and unnatural, and acting like I was ‘in love’ was exhausting.  And then the sex issue came up - because that’s what most people in romantic relationships do, I guess.” 

You paused, collecting your thoughts.  “I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t particularly enjoy it, either, and I never really felt compelled to initiate it with him or anyone else.  Anyway, my lack of interest ended up being a big problem, and he started trying to make me feel guilty about it, and eventually that turned into blatant coercion.  By that point, I was traumatized and totally repulsed by the whole thing.  I broke it off with him, left my village, and happily lived the lone bounty hunter life for the next twenty years, until I met you…,” you smiled at him as you spoke the last few words.  “I guess the idea of broaching the sex topic again with anyone, even the person I trust most in the galaxy, was a little terrifying.”

  “I’m sorry, cyar’ika.  I wish you hadn’t gone through that.”  He thought for a moment.  “So you’ve never felt attracted to anyone that way?” he asked.  You nodded in the affirmative.  “Huh, we have that in common, then.”

  You tilted your head as if assessing him, “I suppose I’m not surprised.  It makes sense.  How did you come to realize it?”

  “I was a lot like you - I wasn’t really all that interested in having a relationship.  My Mandalorian brothers were eager to find romantic partners, have children, serve the tribe by expanding their clans.  That didn’t feel right to me at all.  It’s one of the reasons I became our beroya.  I could serve the tribe without all that… romantic nonsense…” You giggled at his summation but didn’t disagree.  “Sex was a weird thing for me, too.  It’s all anyone wanted.  It was supposed to be this amazing thing that made you forget all of your troubles.  After Mandalore fell, I had a series of unfortunate flings in an attempt to forget… and it only made me feel worse - it wasn’t really enjoyable at all, just awkward and uncomfortable.  Eventually I realized that I didn’t actually want, like, or need that kind of intimate relationship and resigned myself to a life alone on my ship... until the kid… and then you.”

  “You know, Din, sometimes I really do think we were meant to find each other.  I never imagined there was a man out there who would enjoy my company for so long without any promise of a romantic relationship… or expecting my clothes to come off.”

  He laughed, joking, “Well, you know me - the more clothes the better.”

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I may post a couple other excerpts that demonstrate how the two do experience asexuality a bit differently. Din is meant to be sex indifferent here, very willing to try stuff if she was ever interested but totally cool with a sexless relationship, while Cyar'ika is sex averse but very open to more sensual forms of intimacy. Kissing becomes one of their favorite pastimes 😁

[elliesslutworld]

Friendly Tension

Synopsis-You and ellie had been best friends since freshman year of high school now it is their sophomore year of college. ellie has always had a crush on you and every since you’ve came out of the closet y’all’s tension has grown. what will happens when y’all make an agreement not knowing each other secretly have feelings for one another?

Authors note-This is my first fic so if it isn’t the best writing bare with me it will get better lol hope y’all like it i’m trying to do story lines that haven’t really been written for ellie! also don’t mind my grammar. and please don’t leave any hate i’m trying lmfao.

Warnings-I don’t own any of tlou characters etc I only own my own character hailey nothing else. smut, dom ellie, sub reader, flirting, sexting, tension, sexual games, praising and degrading kink etc if there are any more lmk!

I’m in the car with my best friend Ellie Williams we are on our way back to the University of Wyoming. I’ve known Ellie since freshman year of high school, she and Joel had just moved to Jackson and luckily the house right next to mine. Ever since I met her and introduced her to my friends we had all bonded. The music had pulled me out of my thoughts when I heard ‘diamond eyes’ by deftones come on “Ellie turn it up I love this song!” she chuckled a bit and complied. It was a couple hour drive so I eventually feel asleep to my music.

Ellie’s POV-

“hey Hailey could you skip this song?” after a few seconds of silence i look over and see her sleeping. she is so beautiful. i’ve had a crush on her ever since I met here except i’ve never made a move because were best friends and i thought she was a straight as a fucking ruler until she came out not to long ago. I sighed frustrated with myself for being so blind but all my thoughts go away when i look at her again. i take a quick photo of her knowing all i’m going to do is stare at it later and be a delusional loser lesbian. I take a deep breath as i prepare myself for this year of college. i mean i’ve had feelings for her for years this year won’t be any different.

Hailey’s POV-

it had been a few hours of dina and i unpacking and we were practically finished. i dragged my feet to my bed groaning as i let myself fall onto it. “Dinaaaaaa i’m so bored” i said over dramatically “then why don’t we go over to ellie’s hangout and smoke?” i shot up and shouted at her “perfect just let me freshen up and we can go” dina rolled her eyes “you just want to look good for ellie admit it” you shook your head of disbelief “dina your my best friend so that being said i wouldn’t lie to you.. so no but i am extremely horny so maybe” dina laughed “just fuck her already y’all’s tension is so thick it’s like almost distracting” i walked out of our closet in some simple hoodie and sweats applying some lip gloss telling her i was ready.

we both walked out of our dorms taking the elevator down bickering with each other the entire time. i had knocked on ellie’s door i could hear her slightly grown and then trip over something with a bang saying “shit, ow fuck that hurt” as she opens the door. she instantly tried to play it off saying “hey guys come in” we walked in “did you stub your toe again ellie?” she blushed and shook her head “no your just imagining things” i replied with a sure giggling at her awkwardness. “sooo why are you guys here?” she asked while glancing over to me. she was wearing black sweats and a black tank top witch silver jewelry, was she trying to seduce me? “haileyyyy” she said while waving her hand in-front of my face snapping me back to reality “hmm?” dina laughed slightly saying “she’s in a horny day dream right now don’t mind her, we got bored so we thought, smoke with ellie?” she said shrugging “dude i’m not in a horny sex day dream i was just spaced out” i huffed “are you sure about that?” ellie said as she sat down right beside me pulling my feet into her lap. “yea i’m pretty sure ellie” i said confused where all her confidence came from “if you say so babe” she said while staring at you leaning back. flustered you look away at dina “so are we going to smoke or just sit here?” ellie got up saying i’ll be right back. She came back with a couple pre rolls finch you and her one to share and dina her own. y’all had been smoking for a while now laughing with each other over nothing. “dina how come plants get life from the sun but we get aged-“ your breath hitched as ellie started to rub your thigh up and down caressing your legs getting a little to high up your thigh at times. “i would love to talk about that more but i promised jesse i would see him tonight” me and ellie got up to say goodbye and lock the door behind her. i mentally cursed out dina for leaving me be with ellie while i was high and horny.

Ellie’s POV-

as i closed the door i turned around to see hailey looking back at me with her droopy red eyes, a glint of mischief i rarely see. i grab her hand and lead her back to the couch pulling her close to me hugging her waist. “you wanna smoke some more?” i ask hoping for a yes “obviously” she said chuckling. i spark it up again, take a hit, and hand it back to her. “so what did dina mean by that horny day dream?” she looked at me taking another hit, “i don’t think you really want to know” i smile slightly pulling her body impossibly closer “i really do” i said challenging her, “don’t get all shy on my now” teasing her.

Hailey’s POV-

I suck in my breath not sure how to get out of this situation. i stare back at her, she looks so hot right now she was teasing me earlier and i’m really horny how am i not going to give in. “Truth or dare? i ask hoping to avoid that particular topic. “dare” ellie said not breaking eye contact, “okay i dare you to do a shotgun with me” it’s okay if i give into a little temptation right? ellie smirked as she picked up the joint with her long veiny hands. ellie stares at me “sit on my lap” i only smirk at this and comply to her demand straddling her. ellie takes a hit sits down the joint and takes my neck with one hand resting her other only my waist gripping tight as she blows smoke into my mouth. I close my eyes feeling euphoric as she pushes slightly on my pressure points making feel light headed. i can only focus on the fact of how close our lips are to fully touching it making me whimper slightly. “what baby, what’s wrong?” ellie says smirking knowing what i want. “you know what i want ellie just give it to me already” i whine, “your gonna have to try a little harder than that, beg.” she stated as she slightly pushed my hips down onto her thigh. still in disbelief i smile lightly “i’m not going to beg ellie”

[scaryspears]

Johnny: Opinions and Thoughs

These are my thoughts and opinions on Mortal Kombat that a bunch of people probably won't care about, but I thought I should post them here. Now I will be using past games as reference, even though every character's interpretation/counterpart is different, they still play part to the canon storyline.

[Warning: This post is very long. Slight mention of sexual oral practise.]

I think every single character in Mortal Kombat is prideful and egotistical, the best example would be Jade in my opinion. With that being said I think the way they treat Johnny is a bit unfair. A lot of these will fall in line with my Neurodivergent Johnny headcanons and theory post, I suggest checking that out for context. I know the intros aren't canon and are more what if scenarios, but they mean something.

I have a lot of things to say regarding his character, for starters he gets invited to a tournament and sees it as a chance to show people he isn't just some actor but is legit in his martial arts. Good for him, (I've seen posts that demonise this and say it's pretty selfish as if we shouldn't be allowed to be selfish when situations call for it. Bro didn't like that people were calling him a fake and wanted to prove that he wasn't, there's nothing wrong with that.). When he shows up at the tournament half of the contestants are wearing costumes, can't blame the guy for not thinking it was real at first. There's a lady dressed as a hot soldier (I understand that it gets retconned), a bunch of ninjas standing around, and his opponents are wearing alien makeup.

First of all Johnny doesn't know about the existence of other realms, second of all it's the 90s and he's a Hollywood actor meaning he's no stranger to makeup and practical effects not to mention stunts. He probably figured it was something comic con related (as I've said in another post) and while questioning it he went along with it. He had no reason to think that Reptile and Baraka were real creatures.

When Johnny is told to finish his opponent he responds with "Yeah, right.", and I gotta say, it took me years to find out there was a sexual innuendo to that. Dude straight up thought they were demanding him to perform 'you-know-what'. That was just an example of what's to come (I'll be using the word 'example' lot). (Hollywood must be a wild place even in fiction).

First I'll start with his interactions. He's not very good at bonding with people. In mk9 we see a lot of this. I get that Johnny has his problematic moments, but in comparison to the other characters he's an angel. I'm the sort of person to sweep them under the rug, but I have to address them.

Examples:

"And I'm taking you down. I'm taking you down. I'm taking you out. I'm taking you out. And I'm taking you out... for dinner." I genuinely interpreted this as Johnny being playful. To be fair, I first saw this interaction when I was a child (say 7-9) so the fact that I could see myself doing that probably had to do with my immaturity. But everytime I rewatch it I only have fondness and not annoyance because I found it adorable just how proud he was of himself. I also appreciate how open he is about how he feels towards Sonya, I stan an honest man. However, it seems a lot of viewers saw this as him being stupid or something along those lines. If this was any other character they would be told to go to horny jail, but Johnny is met with hostility from most of the fandom.

"Nice hat :)." Johnny to Raiden in mk9. "You should be more respectful of Lord Raiden!" Liu Kang says to Johnny right away. SonicXD commented on this in his mk9 sucks video, I don't need to say anything. Johnny wasn't interested in saving Earthrealm at first, he straight up told Raiden and Liu Kang that they should call the military if Shao Kahn was that much of a threat (he was speaking facts tho). Also, I think he was still questioning what he got himself into, so Raiden and Liu Kang approaching him probably made him think he was surrounded by insane people. And then he finds out that it's all real and that he's not allowed to leave.

There's also when Johnny saved Sonya from Kano. How that went down was that Johnny was trying to escort her. By the way, this is minutes after he realised that he was in a death match and not some comic con related fighting tournament, everyone was waiting for him to kill Baraka and it dawned on him just how serious they were. So Johnny got worried for Sonya's safety by that alone. But it's also understandable on Sonya's end: here comes this guy trying to chat her up (get into her pants) and not getting the hint that she's not interested, and then tries to convince her that he needs to be by her side.

Cyrax got annoyed just by hearing him talk, you can see it on his face. I saw it as friendly banter on Johnny's side but Cyrax didn't. "Not everyone gets to rumble with a celebrity. Ready for a beat down, Sunshine? Here it comes." I think Cyrax was gonna kill him by that alone if it wasn't for Raiden's disapproving dad stares. Every single Lin Kuei is super serious so I think Cyrax didn't take it as banter.

Next is Jax. Johnny Green, Jax Purple: "So what's the deal with you and Sonya anyway? She is smocking hot." "It's not like that. I'm her CO." "Honey like that under my command-" "You'll wanna stop talking now." "...So if it's not like that- Then you won't mind if I-" "That's it!" And then Jax proceeds to beat him up.

Now I understand that Johnny was talking too much, and was a tad bit slimy about his hornyness, but he didn't want to get between her and Jax if they were a thing. He just has no filter. Now following my Neurodivergent headcanons for him this may have an occasion where he wasn't reading the social cues. Jax says "You'll wanna stop talking now." but Johnny has no intentions to stop talking nor does he want to stop talking. Johnny doesn't answer immediately, perhaps confused about the reply and ultimately deciding to ignore it. I too choose the wrong times to start talking to people, and most of the time I don't realise it unless it's pointed out. Happens way often than I'd like to admit.

I know that a lot of the characters call Johnny a clown or see him as a joke (Spawn, Kotal, Shang Tsung) due to how he operates, but I don't see that as the case. There's one specific quote in mk9's story mode that he says to Raiden: "Sure, let's go and ruin someone else's life." This is why I think Johnny was very aware of what was going on. He's also very open about his ego, he doesn't hide it like everyone else, and yes they are hiding it.

Now don't get me wrong, he does randomly antagonise people, but he's in a tournament so he can do that. And it's not like he was getting personal for most of them. I think the only time he says something personal is when he feels like he's being personally attacked.

"We have something in common?" - Johnny

"I too was once young and foolish." - Nightwolf

"But I looked good doing it." - Johnny

What Nightwolf said sounded like a backhanded comment to me. Uncalled for. This is the same guy that intentionally risked the invasion of Earthrealm just to teach Scorpion a lesson or something. Johnny can tell that Nightwolf is like the others, very serious and tolerant, so he's surprised that Nightwolf can even manage to see himself in him.

Relationships: Even in the intros it's shown that he has a better chance at friendships with the villains than with the good guys. It's more like they (good guys) are tolerable of him, especially Jax. I think Sub Zero allowing Johnny to get away with calling him Grandmaster Blueberry Ice is out of respect rather than fondness. This section can extend to interactions, as I think a lot of people misinterpret him as a person, which extends to a lot of things he says such as statements and nicknames.

Johnny asks the other characters if he can make movies based on their stories, meaning he's (in a way) asking for permission. Johnny could've easily made a movie about their lives without asking them, make money, and get away with it because it's not like they would even watch his movies (they hate him), especially non-Earthrealm characters. But he's respectful. So I guess he understands boundaries to a certain degree.

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"Heard you gave Cage a shiner." - Young Jax

"He pushes every damn one of my buttons." - Old Jax

"You, me and everyone else." - Young Jax

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"Not surprised I have a kid, but you." - Jax

Why can't he have a kid, Jax? He's so condescending about it too.

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"Actions speak louder than words." - Liu Kang

"Yeah, that's why I make action movies." - Johnny

"With fake fighting." - Liu Kang

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"We come from different worlds, Johnny." - Liu Kang

"Aren't you from Earthrealm too?" - Johnny

"I mean I come from the real world." - Liu Kang

Liu Kang is such a bully.

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"The answer remains no." - Scorpion

"But you'll be co-starring with yours truly." - Johnny

"Exactly." - Scorpion

I think a true friend would consider it.

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"What kind of name is Kabal?" - Johnny

"Got a better suggestion, Cage?" - Kabal

"For now on you're Carlos." - Johnny

Never change, Johnny. Kabal clearly finds Johnny annoying, but was able to humour him enough to answer with a question of his own, perhaps encouraging Johnny's curiosity.

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"Looking forward to a kindler, gentler Outworld." - Johnny

"Why? Because I'm a woman?" - Kitana

"Well that, and you're banging Liu Kang." - Johnny

I have a lot of opinions about this one. On Johnny's part I interpreted this as him giving her a thumbs up on becoming the new Kahn, and since Kitana is supposed to be on the good side she is expected to rule fairly. You know, like a good person. But then Kitana made it about feminism, so Johnny delivered a line to counter it. I honestly think Kitana was reaching at something that wasn't there and Johnny picked up on it. I'm probably making excuses for him, but that's my take. Her response annoyed me so much.

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"So you were to defeat Shinnok." - Kitana

"What is with people? Is it so hard to believe?" - Johnny

"Yes." - Kitana

Kitana this is literally you:

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"If it's tail you want I can get that." - Kano

"Johnny Cage doesn't pay for it, Kano." - Johnny

"A scrubble? Note the date and time :D." - Kano

Kano is so pleased.

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"You stole my face for Ninja Priest!" - Kano

"Art imitates life, Kano." - Johnny

"Taking my cut outta of your hide." - Kano

A call back to what I stated in the relationships, Johnny didn't ask for Kano's permission for inspiration on a character.

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"Why a Russian fan club?" - Johnny

"Just going where the fans are." - Kano

"You have a showman's instincts there Kano. :D" - Johnny

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"I won't play your lackey, Cage." - Baraka

"Really? 'Cause I'm feeling a BFF vibe here." - Johnny

So this one is pretty wishy washy, but thought it would be beneficial to this post. I would lowkey enjoy a storyline where Johnny is buddy buddy with Baraka, who is reluctant to accept friendship but slowly gets used to it. 

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"Oh, dude! I love westerns!" - Johnny

"The bullets are real, Cage" - Erron Black

"So are my fists." - Johnny

I'm pretty sure Johnny was just admiring Erron for what he is, kind of like meeting a nun in real life after years of only hearing about them... something like that. But Erron interpreted it as Johnny not being in the real world and treating everything as a joke.

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"Where is your fear?" - Noob Saibot

"Must've left it in my other pants." - Johnny

"We will find it." - Noob Saibot

Aww, Noob Saibot is so nice~ [Delusion] I love how Noob doesn't go out of his way to insult Johnny or belittle him, unlike some other characters.

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"Hey there, Tall Dark and Gruesome." - Johnny

"An apt description." - Noob Saibot

"Do you not get I am mocking you?" - Johnny

I headcanoned that Noob/Bi Han would take things literal, but he's also very analytical. I'm sure he was able to pick up on Johnny mocking him but didn't mind it, meaning he might have interpreted it as a nickname, which Johnny gives everyone. Wishful thinking, there could've been a lot of banter between these two.

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"You are more smug than usual." - Fujin

"I'm the new assistant thunder God." - Johnny

"Raiden should not have healed you." - Fujin

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"You know the evil overlord bit's played out." - Johnny

"What would you suggest?" - Shao Kahn

"Right now it's all anti-heroes." - Johnny

Is that kindness, Shao Kahn?

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I think they did Johnny dirty in MK11, not gonna lie. To be fair, his storyline also didn't make sense in mkx thanks to discovering his new powers even though he's shown using them in mk9. If he was playable in mk9 story mode and his powers were usable, then the mkx part where he mysteriously saves Sonya because of the green light doesn't make sense. I think he should've been able to always use his green glow, that way Hollywood critics thinking he's fake has another tone to it. His green glow can be spotted in his movies, which is why viewers think he uses special effects, which led him to try to prove himself in the tournament.

I think the problem should've been that he couldn't control it, also as a call back to his mk9 ending. I think it's even referenced in an intro with Raiden. "Seek out the Wu Shi for instruction."

It also would be funny if everyone else was aware of it, but only Johnny wasn't. Like they all assumed he could use the green glow out of choice, but he didn't know or notice that he would go green. The fact that it happened during fights means it would only ignite in stressful situations or on instinct. He was also wearing shades for the majority of mk9 (because he likes shades), in fact he always wears shades so I think he's the only one who didn't notice the glow.

Johnny says "Yeah, those things are real." when referring to Baraka's blades, meaning he didn't feel that they were real. I'm not sure what that means, but it gives insight to his power level. Johnny defeated Shinnok. I get that Johnny 'softens him up' but he still defeated Shinnok, so I think he should've been able to at least handle Sindel. The reason Shao Kahn was defeated in mk9 is because the Elder Gods possessed Raiden which is how Raiden defeated Shao Kahn. They nerfed Johnny's character and I am not happy about that.

Now, with his upbringing and history. I think Johnny had narcissistic parents, and depending on who he got his powers from it was an inherited narcissism (don't know which parent had the powers, someone will probably say his father but let's not assume).

I think there was taught narcissism on Johnny's behalf. The thing about growing up with narcissistic parents is that you grow up thinking that their behaviour is normal, so he must've not seen anything wrong with the behaviour he learned. We also need to take a good look at his personality. He's a bit childish in terms of maturity, and this is common in individuals who grew up with a narcissistic parent. Johnny talks as if he's a teenager rather than the average 25+ year old man. To his credit he doesn't throw tantrums or lash out when his odd behaviours are called out (unless I missed something), but dude is childish. Only lashes out when his face is even slightly ruined and even blindly attacked some Black Dragons for getting a scratch on his face. However he is also very independent, from what I know. And he's a bubbly man, even when he changed, that's a character I can appreciate. I think him and Joey from Friends would be friends, even though I haven't watched Friends to confirm this.

Morality wise Johnny doesn't have wicked intent. In his mk9 story mode he says he's not gonna kill anyone when told to kill Baraka, realising that it's not an everyday tournament. He's okay with fighting people for sport (let's establish that tournaments are basically a sport) but not killing people. The tournament is like a perverted form of kill or be killed, one Johnny was forced into participating in some form (I'm talking about the killing and fighting for Earthrealm part). I don't think Johnny likes killing people or anything dead related. In mkx story mode he rolls a head off the helicopter in a fit of heeby jeebies and disgust.

"Have you killed anyone?" - Terminator

"Yeah, but they were all bad." - Johnny

"Why make that distinction?" - Terminator

Like a rationale of what he's experiencing.

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"Discard your jesters mask." - Kotal Kahn

"What you see is what you get, Feather Head." - Johnny

"I thought you merely played the fool." - Kotal Kahn

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"You revel in childishness." - Kotal Kahn

"Gotta stay sane somehow." - Johnny

"How are you a warrior?" - Kotal Kahn

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"He was insufferable. Just like you." says Fujin about Johnny's great-great grandfather. Dude might've been a mega narcissist. Narcissism is taught and learned. Another example would be old Johnny and young Johnny: 

Young Johnny - "Dad always said "Hungry people eat lunch, humble people serve it."

Older Johnny "Dad was an a**hole, Hollywood made us an even bigger one."

So based on those facts alone, Johnny comes from a long generation of egotistical people. Then we have Hollywood. I think Johnny got into Hollywood not just because of creative thinking, but I think there's also a sense of longing there. Narcissistic parents, ignore, abandon and degrade their children. Along with making movies being a hyper fixation, their abandonment played a part in his need for spotlight. Johnny divorcing Sonya for her neglect might be more personal because it was a reminder of his parents.

I heard that there's a lot of narcissists in Hollywood, so with Johnny surrounding himself with people like that...(yikes!) The thing with narcissists is that they are always out for themselves. An autistic person struggles with social interactions, while a narcissist will manipulate the social interaction. Johnny (and Kung Lao) doesn't do that. He very much cares about the people around him and doesn't see them as tools.

Now back to his family.

"Grandma Carlton told you my secret?" - Johnny

"(Snicker) Johnny pee pants?" - Cassie

"I had one accident! One!" - Johnny

Judging from how Johnny both asked the question and responded, I theorise it came from a place of trauma. For his mother to tell Cassie the story as if it's a funny story and give him a nickname is suspicious. I think I already mentioned this in another post but I would like to elaborate. Me personally, I don't think anyone pissing themselves is a laughing matter. People don't piss themselves for no reason, or at least most people don't. Humiliating their child is a narcissist's past time. While his mother may not have played a part in humiliating him, she still found it funny enough to tell Cassie, who also for some reason found it funny.

(I have mixed opinions on Cassie and I might get in on her in another post. I don't know how many of these I'll be making.)

Going back to the interactions between young and older Johnny, I think older Johnny hates his younger self. Movie making is something Johnny loved, cash grab or not creative thinkers like doing creative things. 

I think I mentioned in another post that it's something he learned, so I'll like to continue that theory. Johnny wasn't that much of a bad person, sure he has flaws, but he's not evil or anything. So older Johnny's reaction to his younger self eagerly trying to convince him to make movies and stuff was kind of unnerving. 

It should've been something he could smile fondly at, but instead he reacts as if his passion has been beaten out of him. He finds his younger self annoying, just like everyone else. Everyone else = Sonya, Jax, and pretty much everyone else. As a person who likes coming up with stories and wants those stories to be known, I feel crushed by this conclusion of analysis. Poor Johnny.

Another fact about Neurodivergent people is that no matter what they will always be the same person no matter how much their opinions and belief change overtime, they will still have the same personality. Johnny still likes making his jokes and still gives people nicknames, but he lacks creativity in creating things. I guess applying his need for action into training the Kombat kids and working with the Special Forces counts as a slight change.

I'm coming close to an end so I'll sum it up by saying that Johnny shouldn't have got back together with Sonya. I don't ship them and I'm making it clear that I hate them together. Even before mk11 I thought the ship didn't make sense and it needs to be a character that doesn't tolerate him but actually enjoys his company from the beginning. It took me everything not to write that Johnny is a national treasure that should be protected.

[kennieswrld]

I Know What They Did Last Summer.

[TW: Mentions of sexual violence]

This piece was written for my creative writing class my sophomore year of college. My life was in ruins, I had to check myself into a psych ward, could barely care for myself at home or in public, and had intense paranoia of running into the people who traumatized me in public. Though it has been a full year since this event, I still feel as though no one heard of the true pain it caused me and will continue to cause me until the day my eye’s close for the final time. Please if you are in college/are about to begin college read this and take the advice given. The experience you are about to read is true and honest and just a way to release the feelings and frustrations brought onto me that I never asked for in the first place. Whether you believe it was my own fault for falling into this situation or not, it should have never happened the way it did. Thank you for reading.

In my freshman year of college, I was recruited to work as a summer camp counselor for my school’s alumni campgrounds. I hadn’t met a lot of other students that year and the job was only for students attending my school who wanted to make connections with established alumni. I wanted to find a way to put myself out there and was excited to spend my summer in Lake Arrowhead with 50 new friends for 11 weeks. I also really wanted to use the money to buy a kitten. My recruitment was during the last quarter of the school year and returning camp staffers began hosting events to get the newly hired staff to get to know one another and learn about the camp experience before arriving at the camp. At the time, this was exciting and new for me as I'd never had luck with making a lot of friends. All I could think about was how I was going to experience the Wet Hot American Summer I'd seen in the media! But I didn’t think about a lot of other things during this period. Like the amount of alcohol we were being given during those camp staff mixers, or how the camp program was nicknamed a “campus cult” by the student body. I brushed it off as quirky facts that made the group more exciting to be around.

It wasn’t until I went through a messy breakup with my boyfriend at the time that I began to become more involved with the camp staff bubble. I would attend the mixers religiously attempting to form bonds with other staffers before the summer began and drinking until I became sick. I was counting down the days until I could step foot on the campgrounds. But because of my cursed fate of being an introvert at heart, I became too observant of my surroundings. Slowly, my rose-tinted glasses began to rise. Why were returning staffers seeming to quit before the summer even started? Why do they keep playing ‘Imma Be’ by the Black Eyed Peas at every single mixer? Why do I keep being told I will sleep with another staffer before the end of the summer because it's unavoidable? Why do all of the returning staffers speak like parrots and repeat the same phrases over and over? Well, after giving it a ponder or two I decided

to put my glasses back on. I was newly single again and wanted to experience a summer like the ones depicted in movies, and boy was that a terrible decision to make.

During these parties, I met a lot of the main staff, both sober and blacked out. I had never been a huge fan of alcohol but it seemed that inhaling a can of Miller Lite was the best way to assimilate myself into their culture. With the glasses on, I ignored their treatment of blacked-out underaged staff members as they let them stumble and groan to themselves back to their homes. I ignored how a returner grabbed and felt my body as he introduced himself to me at a mixer. And again, I pushed the glasses up my nose so I could see through them better. When I would come home from the mixers plastered out of my mind, my roommate would comment how it was concerning how much they would have us drink (e.g. every mixer would start with around 10 handles of liquor and a gallon of jungle juice only to be empty by the end of the event) and I would dismiss her very valid concerns as her shoving her Christian ways down my throat. But I really should’ve been listening.

Now on to the interesting part, the camp. I honestly don’t remember much, there are things I remember clearly and others that I have blocked out, and some that I couldn’t reimagine if I wanted to. The first day I stepped foot on the campgrounds, I was drunk out of my mind. I had participated in a staff tradition of chugging a Four Loko (which are banned in some states of the USA for literally killing people by the way) up Arrowhead mountain. I remember putting away my bags in the frat house-like housing that the student staff workers all lived in called Cedar and immediately finding out a staffer was raped a night before in the room I was staying in. As some staff came up earlier than the rest for extra training they carried the tradition of partying, from this party a female staffer I was close with drank so much she blacked out and went upstairs to sleep it off. As she slept, a male staffer followed behind. Nothing was said about this event to this day. The bosses quietly let him go and we were told he just needed to ‘go home early’ and that we needed to drink more responsibly and watch ourselves.

The Cedar experience came with an odd set of rules, you couldn’t open your windows or even look outside of them as they require you to tape over the windows so families couldn’t see or hear what we were doing, and you weren’t allowed to take any photos of the interior of the house nor were you encouraged to have your phone around if we had group meetings in the big room, you were not allowed to lock your door for any reason at all- if you were changing or taking a shower you just had to be comfortable and ready for people to come inside and see you.

And once I began training the rules became even weirder, we were required to eat with the families during lunch and dinner and were not allowed to eat with each other during this time, and we were highly encouraged to not respond or contact our families while being at the camp as the staffers were our new family for the summer. My routine for the days would go in the following order; Wake up at 7:30 am, get breakfast and listen to the staff meeting, work in training groups for around 3 hours, eat lunch and have another staff meeting, work in training groups for another 3 hours, have dinner with the last staff meeting of the night, have rehearsal for the opening and closing show performances we put on for the attending families until around 10 pm, go to Cedar and sit through another small staff meeting and then get drunk and ‘party’ until 4 am and do it all over again for 6 days consecutively. I was being hazed and didn’t know it at the time.

As the sun rose and fell, my glasses slowly began to fall from my face. It started with the Juneteenth-inspired drinking game they named the “3/5th compromise” where we had to shotgun a beer, drink some of a liquor handle, and shotgun a Four Loko to end it off. They never forced anyone to drink, but they never made you feel comfortable if you chose not to. Returning staffers would taunt me, trying to get me to join in on their version of ‘fun’. With each nightly event, they grew more and more uncomfortable and forceful. We had a toga party where we were berated in a room with pillowcases over our heads and our arms up in the air for around 45 minutes to prove our loyalty to the camp. Then there was a scoot your booty drinking game where completely inappropriate questions were being asked and shared as we drank more and more. We even had a skinny dipping event they called “Nakey Lakey” where we all jumped in the lake and came back to Cedar to “party” where some if not most of the people there were fully naked from the lake experience.

But nothing beats the tropical-themed night. That day, I desperately wanted to just go to bed after the rehearsal as I had been getting 3 hours of sleep for 5 days. But, I fell for the peer pressure beaten onto me and decided to check out the party. Everyone wore their swimsuits as they lined up in the hallway drunkenly awaiting our group walk over to the warehouse that we would party inside of. As we entered the warehouse it was dark and we stood in front of a closed door with a staffer manning the door. He told us something that stuck with me forever. “Don’t tell anyone about what you are about to experience, it is our biggest camp secret and we want to keep this beautiful tradition between us only”. His tone was firm and serious, and my heart had somehow found itself falling slowly as the doors opened. Something felt off.

The room was lit with red LED lights and had two foldable tables with a big soapy catch pool covered in a black tarp. As I stumbled into the bass-booming room I kept telling myself I was overreacting and nothing weird was happening. I remember turning my head to tell a coworker about how odd the setup was before turning my head back and seeing every returning staff member naked. Not half naked, fully nude. Full frontal some may even say. And I guess my heart had run outside the room because I ran to catch it. I had never felt a feeling as I did then. I sobbed outside of the warehouse until I threw up. My rose-tinted glasses lay beneath my feet, shattered and broken.

After collecting myself I went back inside and braved the sight of my coworkers and peers fully nude without even telling me it would happen in the first place. They even began running back up to Cedar in groups to jump in showers together and burst into people who didn’t attend the events rooms. My mind was running on a million thoughts at once, do I stay and join in? Or do I go home and tell my mom to pick me up? It seemed that the older staffers noticed my situation and tried to explain to me that the event was a trust exercise between everyone and that I didn’t have to join in their nudity. But their words were muted to me, all I could think of was how fucked up this event would make me in the future.

After this event, I left. I called my mother in the middle of the night after walking far away from the campgrounds in fear that the other staffers would try and convince me of how the event wasn’t a complete autonomy-ripping moment. My parents came the next afternoon and I had to leave in silence out of fear of being caught by other staffers. The ride home from the camp was a doozy. I knew in my soul that I had done the right thing, but in my heart, I felt that I was making a mistake. That I had lost the only friends who seemed to want to be with me. Nevertheless, I never turned back. I found out later that week another drunk female staffer had been raped the night of the tropical-themed party. I had the worst summer of my life, and I’m only 20 years young. I felt hopeless, depressed, useless, and objectified. I didn’t know what to do with myself after experiencing that. I still don’t honestly.

But, oddly, I’m glad that I had to brave myself through that torment. I never knew how strong I was until making a literal James Bond-like plan with my mother over the phone on how I was going to escape that place that night. I hate that everything happened the way it did, and I feel strongly about that place being burnt to the ground, but if I didn’t experience that summer I wouldn’t be able to know my power of not being a follower with no reward. Out of the 50- something people hired for the summer only 5 of us left, including myself. The rest stayed the entirety of the summer and pretended nothing happened to this very day. I see some of the people I worked with as I walk to classes and school events and it’s weird knowing we sit on two different sides of a scale. It’s weird knowing the lengths people will go to for the sake of “friendship” and it’s sad. But, hey! I got the cat.

[demona-andariel]

Object of Obsession - 46 / 46

Fandom: Halloween

Pairing: Michael Myers x OFC

Summary: In Haddonfield everyone knows the legend that was Michael Myers. Content and at ease, they’d forgotten what it was to feel fear in the month of October. But now, he finds himself back and ready for blood but then a bond forms between him and one of his victims. A bond he can’t seem to break. And it starts to make him do things he never thought of doing before.

Warnings: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) kidnapping, noncon, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, rough sex, blood and violence, knifeplay, canon-typical violence

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 1,641

Chapter 46 - A Long Time Ago

The air was cool, crisp, and smelled of autumn, her favorite time of year. She sat on a blanket, looking up at the stars. She was in a little meadow. One she'd discovered on one of her walks. Her secret hiding place to go to when she needed to get away from responsibilities, life... people.

Her hands rested on her lap, but she played with her fingers. Her heart pounded in her chest from nervousness. A twig snapped, causing her to spin her head around to look in the direction of the noise. He came out of the forest: tall, handsome, imposing, and silent. Just a shape in the dark night.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose, but she sat there, waiting to see what he would do. His movements were determined and yet he was quiet as he strode over to her. He stopped beside her, looking down with cold eyes. Blood dripped down from the dagger he held. There was no escaping him. She was in a wide-open meadow. He was faster than her. Stronger. Although, she knew something he didn't. She could bring him to his knees with a couple of words.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" she asked.

He stared down at her. And then he let out a huff and the corners of his mouth twitched as he tried to suppress his smile. Of course, he did. He was silent. He devoted his life to being the real thing people were scared of at night. The shape in the shadows. The boogeyman of the night. Evil incarnate. And yet to her, he was her lover.

"Sit," she commanded, patting the blanket.

He didn't hesitate, dropping down with a dramatic sigh. The moment he settled on the ground she quickly straddled him and giggled. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him. His big hands cupped her ass and she couldn't help but smile into his lips.

"How did I capture a killer's heart?" she asked as she leaned back. She ran her fingers through his hair.

He deliberately moved his eyes to travel along her body. She let out a hearty laugh and shook her head before playfully punching his shoulder.

"If it was really that superficial you wouldn't let me know you were around," she said. She leaned in closer. "You would have killed me a long time ago."

He looked away. She was right. He meant to kill her that fateful day. But, she had stared at him with such defiance and not a single trace of fear. It intrigued him. It made him want to make her fear him. But, somewhere in that journey, he fell for her.

She giggled and looked up at the starry night.

"I have decided those are our stars," she said, pointing up, changing the subject. She drew a line through a set of stars, not that he could tell exactly which ones they were. "I noticed them the first night we were together. I'll always look to them and think about us."

He rolled his eyes and huffed, feigning as if he thought she was being absurd. He was a practical man. Symbols and signs meant nothing to him. He would probably never see what she saw. She stiffened for a moment and looked away.

He kissed her jaw and slowly moved his lips down her neck, nudging a response from her. She let out a sigh. Her shoulders dropped as she gave in to his desire. But, her mood changed and he felt sadness coming from her. Leaning back, he met her eyes.

"Show me again," he said, squeezing her ass. The sparkle quickly returned. She didn't hesitate in showing him. She grabbed his left hand and moved it in a pattern in the sky. He just watched her, enjoying the way her soft body pressed against his. She was so oddly content and happy with him, of all people. He would never see what she saw in the world, in life, in people. But what he did see was her. And that was enough for him.

She released his hand, biting her lower lip. Slowly, she leaned in to kiss his jaw and then move down his neck. He didn't hesitate in returning her affections. His breathing deepened in excitement, his firm hands started to explore her body while she explored his. Exploration turned into desperation as clothes were almost ripped off each other.

Little did he know.

She mentally struggled, burdened with something that was going to happen. She desperately wanted to tell him that it was going to be their last night. She was going to die soon, murdered by the jealousy of another man. She wanted to tell him that he'd become the villain in their story. Or at least, there would be an attempt. An attempt to twist the facts to turn her against him. But, the thing was, they were meant to be. And telling him wouldn't save her. Telling him wouldn't change her own fate. And he'd meet his doom far sooner than he was meant to.

She let out a moan and wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her close. 

She'd accept her death this time. If she told him, he would die with her in that moment and she couldn't have that. She had to keep silent. 

Her heart hurt at the thought and she stopped moving, letting him do all the work. She didn't want to leave him, but there was no other way. His big hand brushed her cheek and he pushed her head back to look at her. She gave him a stiff smile, trying to push her sadness away.

His eyebrows knitted with worry and he absentmindedly reached down to grip the handle of his dagger. He sensed danger. Her killer would avenge her. The worry on his face was soon replaced with confusion as her own smile shifted to that of mischief. Or perhaps it was malicious.

She trailed one hand down his right arm and felt the handle of his blade. He loosened his grip, allowing her to take it. She shoved him back onto the ground and stared down at him. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she ran his blade along his bare chest. She paused just over his heart. Slowly, she applied just enough pressure to make a small cut. He didn't flinch. Blood slowly trickled out from the nick.

Yes, she was being petty and selfish. Innocent people would suffer while she stood by his side. She could stop him, plunge his own weapon just a bit deeper, and pierce his heart. He wouldn't expect it. And then destroy his soul, save the world from a monster. A killer. Any sane, practical person would want to stop him. But, she was a little bit crazy. Crazy in love. Besides. What did she care about what happened to the world? It didn't care what happened to her.

She lowered his weapon, returning it to his hand. She pressed her mouth to the wound she'd given him and licked his blood before rising back up. His eyes burned with lust. He grabbed her hips, forcing her to rise up and letting her go to drop back down on him. They both moaned.

She raised her head up to look at the starts as she rocked her hips against him. Oh yes, the man under her, the one whose cock she rode with delight, he was a villain. A killer. The world would always fear him for who he was. They had a right to fear him. Death followed him wherever he went. But, he wouldn't be the villain in her story. Their story. He would be her hero. Her lover. Her avenger.

Oh, he'd kill the one responsible for her death. Even leave a trail of bodies in his wake before finally being stopped. At least, for this lifetime. But, he'd be back. She'd be back. 

He rose up and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. He pounded into her harder and faster, chasing his end. She cried out as he filled her body and soul, digging her fingers into his skin and holding onto him just as tightly. She didn't want to let him go yet.

Oh, he'd find her again. She had no doubt about that. In their next life, of course. And the one after that. Their souls were connected, entangled. Meant to be. They would always be drawn to each other.

She let out a sigh as they both lay back on the blanket and stared up at the stars again. His warm body pulled her close. Raising her head, she interlocked her fingers with his and gave him a deep kiss. One that he willingly returned. She let out a hum and giggled, as his free hand playfully tickled her stomach.

It was funny that the villain of her story wasn't even a hero. He wasn't out there to destroy her killer to save the world. He was only after the one thing he couldn't get. Her. And if he couldn't have her then neither could her lover. Her killer. But, one day he would fail. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to be in this lifetime.

"People will say I put a spell on you. A spell that would protect me from your evil intentions."

He huffed, unsure if he believed in magic. She smiled. He didn't have to believe. It wasn't true anyway. The spell part at least. There was just something between them. They were meant to be.

She rose up again to straddle him, so she could look down at him.

"Little do they know that you are you. You will always be you."

He smirked. His eyes sparkled with delight at the thought that he would never change. She leaned in and nibbled on his ear for a moment.

"And I'll always love you, my killer."

[fae-of-the-wind333]

How to not be loved - a Complete Unknown analysis

So first, a couple things have to be cleared: 1, yes, this is an essay I write for fun, about my favorite movie, so it might get long... really long...; 2, again, this is an analysis of the movie, not Bob Dylan's actual personal life (obviously I don't know him).

With that out of the way, let's get to it!

There are many ways to love somebody - you can love them with your mind, body, heart, blood, or soul. These loves are all different from each other, there's no two that are the same, but they all impact a person's life greatly... sometimes even in ways we don't expect.

Now, first it's important not to confuse description with the commonly heard familiar-platonic-romantic-sexual love diagram. This list that I just showed (and what I'll explain later in detail) is not the same as the status of the relationship (though it can correlate with or affect it). It's a way to describe how one person feels about the other. Lucky for me, there is a perfect example I can use: the character of Bob Dylan from the movie 'A Complete Unknown', the adaptation of the early career and personal life of the singer. He had many people around him whom he loved in many different ways.

Mind: Let's start with the love of the mind - where a person likes the idea of someone more than the person. In our example, this person for Bob is, without a doubt, Sylvie. Sure, at first it seems like he loves her: they get along well, they have good conversations, they even move in together. But the moment she leaves, it becomes clear that Bob values the fact of them being together over her. She's more of an idea to him, a "perfect woman" who's smart, socially aware, enjoys art, and so on. And he loved this about her; he admired her way of thinking. But their relationship always felt stale and almost robotic, as if they were playing out a role they were supposed to fill, instead of being together because they genuinely made each other better. Which is why this relationship crumbled the moment Sylvie disappeared, even temporarily. They were only interested in the other person's mind and worldview, not personality.

Body: The second is body - when a person is mostly or only interested in the other one's physicality, not the person behind it. This is clearly the relationship between Bob and Joan. While Joan was initially intrigued by Bob's music, she never bothered to look at the man behind the tunes. She enjoyed their sexual affair, but ultimately didn't care for him. Bob felt a similar way - he did make a few attempts at a personal connection, but besides that, he also never saw Joan for who she really was. They tried to make it work for a while, but since there was a lack of interest from both, their relationship quickly soured.

Heart: The third way is the heart - when someone shares a deep, heartfelt emotional bond with someone else. Now, this mind sounds strange at first, but in Bob's case, the person he loved with his heart was Johnny Cash. (And again, this list does not say whether that love was romantic or platonic; it can be either or.) From the moment they first contact each other, exchanging letters, it's clear they share a close bond. The kind you can't logically explain, it's just there. They're immediately on the same wavelength, and there's no awkwardness to their relationship. They look up to each other and respect each other in many ways, they share a deep trust, and know they will be there for each other. The love of the heart is an easy kind of love: it comes naturally and flows like a river through a plain. And it describes their relationship exactly.

Blood: The fourth is blood - the one where the people in the relationship slip into familiar roles. This is the case for Bob and Pete - they behave like father and son. When Pete met Bob, he immediately took the younger man under his wing: gave him opportunities, helped him out wherever he could. And Bob looked up to Pete as a mentor and helper, and almost as a father. This father-son dynamic became even clearer when Bob started to diverge in his music, thus essentially rebelling against Pete and his more rigid thinking about what music should be.

Soul: Last, but not least, is the fifth, the soul - when two people connect on a level that reaches beyond all the others. This is the kind of connection Bob has to Woody Guthrie. They know each other, they're lives and souls parallel each other. Both are lonely musicians, beloved but never truly understood by anyone but each other. Their connection is strong, and Bob felt it from the beginning. He traveled all the way to New York just to see Woody in the hospital; he even wrote a song. And Woody saw the moment Bob walked in that the two of them were similar. This connection is also very intentionally shown by the filmmakers, as the movie starts and ends with Bob visiting Woody at the hospital, signaling how important they are to each other, and how they're stories are linked.

(Okay so it's 2:44 AM and I have no idea how to finish it, bc I've said what was on my mind and now I don't have anything to say, but whatever... If you read so far, thank you!)

[nobodys-fuckin-cuck]

Literally everything is your fault. Play victim. Cry boo hoo all you want. I'm no one's fucking cuck and the way you just tried to cuck me was not only disgusting and pathetic it legitimately was unhinged.

You're nothing to me anymore. You've destroyed everything. You don't listen, you don't care about anyone but yourself.

For a long time my greatest fear was waiting for the day you say you hate me.

Well today your choice and actions spelled out crystal clearly that you do in fact hate me. You never cared about anything but what you could gain. Your oaths were just manipulation to get what you wanted. You claimed to want to submit to me but all you wanted was to defy me. You never even tried to pretend to submit to me. Even the smallest ask of you was met with heavy scoffs, disdain, an unwillingness to actually do anything and when you did do the very rare thing after fighting me about whether you should, you did it with heavy hesitation and eye rolling and annoyance.

You call me Master then say I deserve to be treated like shit. You destroy everything that is good about us then tell me how sad you are hearing only the bad. You actively and intentionally hurt me then refuse to apologize.

Well congratulations. All you've done is create bad and refuse to take responsibility for your actions. Play victim. Play innocent. Project.

All while you choose to lash out. Choose to inflict harm. Attack me because you don't think you're getting enough sympathy. You feel entitled to pity and you don't care what you've done to me. All you care about is how nice you are. So nice. So so nice. You listened to me talk for ten whole minutes! But then I interrupt you cuz I'm just a big ol meanie. Nevermind the fact you're lying and trying to make your actions justified. And what I was saying to you is how you completely destroyed me as a person and the FIRST THING YOU DO is ask me if I'm actually sure you are the one who made the post in question. First thing. Deny. Deflect deflect. Claim ignorance because you don't "remember" doing it. Then come at me saying I never tried talking about it and that's my fault. But we have had multiple conversations about exactly this same thing in question and you already admitted to it being your post and I've seen the post on your phone in your account.

But can I really be SURE you said that? And now that I am sure and you've fought me on it am.i just over reacting anyways? It's just an emotional post on an anonymous app so that you never had to admit you wished you never left your abusive ex to begin with.

Years telling me you'd kill yourself if I compare you at all to any girl. Years telling me you loved me and only me and I was so much better than your abusive shit ex. You'd never get with him again. He makes your stomache stick and you can't believe I'd ever ask if you'd allow any sexual thing to ever happen between you and any other person at all. How could I? Your BODY belongs only to me and only I can dictate what penetrates it. I alone am allowed to touch you. And in fact it matters so much to you that the last person you let touch you sexually was me. You made such a big deal over how important that was to you. You'd never make me feel like he was more important than me and if anyone at all tried to be sexual with you you'd tell me immediately because you're mine. All mine and only mine and you swear it on your life. Your bond. You swear it on your future ability to have children. On your very soul and regardless of anything else in existence you'd keep this promise to your dying breath.

By everything. So many times you swore it and got to the point of angry with me for even being insecure.

So fucking dramatic you got. Hysterical.

And you wish you never left him in the first place. You consent to and negotiate prices for different sex acts. The only reason you do not have more sex acts with him is because he doesn't have more than 150 dollars.

150 dollars.

That's it. That was the price of consenting to letting him be the last person to be sexual with you.

150 dollars. A single monthly bill. One hundred fifty dollars.

And every oath on your life, soul, future child bearance, everything.

For 150 dollars I was offering you for free to help out.

You just had to do the worst things in the world to me and lie to me. You had no choice because talking is hard. You never get the Chance to explain yourself or do the right thing, you're just too busy doing the wrong thing to find the time to show me even a tiny glimmer of respect or love.

It's simply remarkable how easily and loudly you scream in my face and attack me just because you want to but when I ask you to stop and tell you to leave and you scream no, I have to threaten to call the police because you don't give a fuck about being told no. For someone who was just raped and made ME fix the problem for her you'd think when someone repeatedly said no to anything you would respect it.

But no. Even when you're trying to scream about how you were screaming no, and for someone to help you, and want me to feel exactly how horrible that felt..... you have to scream it over me telling you no and to stop and I didn't want to do this. But you never care about me. As long as you get to do what you want right?

Your actions tell me everything about how much you "love" me. How much you "care"

You sure demonstrated understanding about what I feel. I'm in shock. True amazement.

You really are a whole other level.

Congratulations. You must be so proud of yourself. The only thing you love more than me, is hating me.

[prettyhennytea]

The latest episode of Married to Medicine brought back a familiar face as Quad Webb made her grand return. Phaedra Parks wasted no time in updating Quad on the latest gossip surrounding her ex-husband, Dr. Gregory Lunceford, and his new fiancee, Lateasha Lunceford aka Sweet Tea. It seemed like Sweet Tea was ready to give Dr. G everything he needed, including babies! While Quad played it cool at first, there was a surprise twist awaiting everyone.

Toya Bush-Harris had two major successes in this episode. The first was having an open and honest conversation about sex with her teenage sons - on important milestone for any parent. The second success came with the launch of her wine club, which ended on a high note despite some underlying tensions.

As we approach Sweet Tea's big day, let's dive into all the details from Married to Medicine Season 10, Episode 3.

To celebrate Dr. G's upcoming wedding, Toya decided to throw him a bachelor party while simultaneously organizing a pamper party for Sweet Tea. However, Sweet Tea seemed confused about what exactly a pamper party entailed but followed instructions to dress in lingerie nonetheless.

Meanwhile, Dr. Simone Whitmore and Dr. Jacqueline Walters enjoyed smoothies together while discussing Sweet Tea's situation. Simone mentioned that Sweet Tea felt overwhelmed with wedding planning and even wanted an assistant for grocery shopping - prompting them both to reminisce about their own experience when they were younger.

Simone expressed the need for Sweet Tea to step up into "grown woman status" sooner rather than later since she had responsibilities like running a private practice and taking care of her family at that age.

Dr. Heavenly Kimes met up with Sweet Tea for dinner where they kicked things off with shots - lots of shots! As the drinks flowed, Sweet Tea spilled all the tea about her relationship with Dr. G. She revealed that he complained about paying for everything and exhibited controlling behavior, even going so far as to make up a story about being robbed just to remind her to turn on the alarm. Heavenly recognized these patterns from Dr. G's past relationship with Quad and didn't want Sweet Tea to go through the same struggles.

During a family dinner, Simone, Cecil, and their sons Michael and Miles discussed college and future plans. While Cecil encouraged them to take their time in making decisions. Simone was eager for them to graduate and move out of the house as soon as possible - leading to a disagreement between the couple regarding their parenting approach.

On another note, Heavenly's daughter Alaura expressed her desire to attend college out of state but faced resistance from her parents who warned her about potential dangers in Florida - including windstorms and banking crises! They hoped their warnings would convince Alaura to stay closer to home for college.

Dr. Eugene Harris took his sons shopping in an attempt to bond with them. However, his attempt at relating by using a Steve Buscemi reference fell flat when they asked him never to talk like that again. The boys also had some follow-up questions from their previous sex talk but quickly realized it was better suited for mom's explanation.

Meanwhile, Toya prepared for Sweet Tea's pamper party alongside Phaedra. They dressed up in fancy lingerie while spreading rose petals on the ground before several shirtless men in red boxers arrived - ready for some pampering activities rather than anything sexual. Simone, Jackie, and Dr. Alicia Egolum joined the party where they were treated with foot massages and back rubs by the attentive men present.

As Toya's event came alive with relaxation vibes, it was time for Dr. G's bachelor party! After raising a toast "to the next chapter", the boys hopped onto a party bus and were greeted by strippers. The twerking and excitement reached new heights, with Dr. G joking about his pants potentially coming down - much to the amusement of everyone present.

However, across town at Sweet Tea's pamper party, things took a turn for the worse when she received news about an unexpected change in the wedding venue that would cost an additional fourteen thousand dollars. Overwhelmed by this revelation, Sweet Tea lashed out at her sister Kaneasha, resulting in a heated argument that required intervention from others attending the party. Dr. Jackie could be seen repeatedly telling Kaneasha, "that's your sister."

Heavenly then shared with the group that Sweet Tea had mentioned Dr. G's controlling behavior and expressed doubts about their readiness for marriage just two days before their wedding. Simone felt Heavenly was being shady by bringing up these concerns so close to the big day.

But amidst all this drama, another bombshell dropped as Quad unexpectedly arrived at the party! Toya was not pleased with her presence and questioned how she got invited in the first place. Phaedra admitted to inviting Quad due to everyone's curiosity about her whereabouts.

Quad and Sweet Tea engaged in friendly conversation as if they were old friends - further fueling Toya's frustrarion. Toya made it clear that Quad wasn't welcome there or at the upcoming wedding either.

While tensions escalated between Toya and Quad, Heavenly recognized it was a lost cause trying to mediate between them giben their history of accusations against each other. As tensions rose further, Toya asked Phaedra to escort Quad out of the party - leading to an intense exchange of words between them.

In her confessional interview, Quad declared Toya as her enemy but chose not to escalate matters further during this eventful evening before bidding farewell with a simple "bye now". However, it seems like we haven't seen the last of Quad just yet!

Catch an all new Episode of Married to Medicine Sundays at 9/8c on Bravo!

[otaku798]

Hi, There's been a lot going on in my love life right now and I would be really pleased if someone could give me some advice</3

I'm queer; a sexuality that is still questioning their sexuality. Right now I feel hella shitty about myself.I'm a girl and am in love with a girl, Let's call her Amora, I have known this girl since I was in Grade 1 until I left to live in Japan because of some personal problem but that's not the point. So I left at the start of 3rd grade and went to another school then at the beginning of 4th grade I left for Japan, Of course, me being too young and all was too young to have a phone so we didn't- no, couldn't keep in touch. I couldn't contact her anyway since I lived in a dormitory and had a for kid's phone(only for calling, taking pictures, and texting) I eventually only remember some memories with her and some parts of features of her even forgetting her name. After the end of 5th grade, I came back. Long story short I repeated half of 5th grade for fun because when I started 6th grade was still far away, yk like the school year ends differently in different places. I came back from the countryside because again of personal reasons, I went to the city-my hometown- and decided to go back to the same school. My hair was so short that people could mistake me for a boy so people thought I was transgender first lol, In the first period a girl came up to me and asked if I knew Amora. I started remembering her name again so I said yes. Turns out she was Amora, We were pretty surprised but hung out like besties again anyway. After several years I developed a crush on her, first I was like "Nahhh, this happens a lot when I find someone attractive" but after several months I realized It was serious. And I MEAN It but I had only had two crushes in my life including her, After a few months she revealed she was going to America. My heart was like BROKEN broken, I moved a lot and met new people but when she left I had never felt THIS empty before. Before she left I confessed through text but I felt pathetic for confessing through text so I met up with her at an animal cafe and confessed face to face. She said yes but the thing is I could tell, she doesn't like me the way I love her. Of course, I was a coward and never asked but I think she was going with the flow and was desperate for love. After she left we did a long-distance relationship and still is but when we played games with her she always had some friends from America and was flirting with them. Guys, Do NOT get the wrong idea. We always do that when we were besties since it's like one of our friendly ways to show how much we care for each other as a friend. I wake up until 12 or 2 am in the midnight in school days to talk to her but she never really made an effort. I mean what could I expect? I knew it anyway but I really did had my hopes up high.Now this is where it starts to get really messy.I have this guy that I have known since 5th grade and he IS really nice, we bonded from liking AnimeXD. First, he was so cold and I kept up the conversation but he after a while opened up:}. I don't know when or how it happened but we then started getting really close as in we were flirting FLIRTING with each other. I started developing feelings for him because of his boldness and determination to date me. The worst part is he doesn't even KNOW I'm in a relationship, heheh I know I'm REAL shitty!! We act like we are dating already like I call him love and he calls me darling. Even with Amora I only call her BBG as a joke but I also call her Amor too. Me and ML never talked about our relationship but he's in college and is 3 years older than me. Around in 3-2 months, Amora is coming back and since you know... she does not like me like the way I love her she may break up with me and I'm honestly so FUCKING scared. Not only that but my relationship with ML?? HELLO?? What should I do? I really feel like they both deserve better and I should just dig up a hole and stay in there for eternity. I really like them both but they don't know each other...

I'm going to update about this Tragic love story soon when Amora comes back so please give me advice guys, you can even attack me if you want since I really need a reality check.

[rubik-ashala]

I am a traumatised AuDHD'er who even as a kid prefered the peace and quiet of the woods to civilization. Living in a house in the middle of the woods with only my furry horde for company(2 dogs, 6 cats, 1 beta fish and a rabbit) is the dream.

Personality wise... I like my freedom. I have intense pattern recognition and I dont sugar cost things. I am the one people often come too when they need workable advice or a vibe check. I am also a firm practitioner of the ancient art of "mind your buisness" and "how not too give an F.".

Social wise... I either talk a lot or not at all. Will walk away from needless confrontation or stare down people that bother me. I am slo hard to manipulate traditionally due to me being PDA autistic.

Romance wise...

I am Demisexual. I.E. I need an intense emotional bond first. An epiphany i had while working in this post coincidentally...

So, considering the above... Let's Fucking Go!

Class: Ranger. Hands Down. Spending most of my time in the woods with my loyal wolf who is as tall as me? Perfect. Living my best life.

Alignment: Chaotic Good -> Neutral Good.

Leadership Style: Humble. I know my skill set. So of there is something that needs to be done that I cant do, i have no problem figuring out who can. In fact, I would most likely end up being the leader that knows thier team better then they know themselves.

Relationship with the Companions Alphabetical order:

Astarion: He reminds me of a friend i have irl. She went through similar sexual trauma to where she felt she needed to manipulate and ise her body to protect herself. Only, when she met me, she found that all her usualt tactics had no effect in me. She told me that it irritated her at first but then fascinated her, and finally she realized that, because she couldnt manipulate me like other people, that i was a safe person for her to be around and that i could be trusted to be straight with her. I imagine that is how mine and his relationship would play out. Platonically of course. He is pretty but not my type.

Gale: Husband. He had me at "Hello! I'm Gale!". He is a dork. He talks with his hands. He can cook! His fucking tower with all the books and the cozy fireplace! The shenanigans! The coziness! That is MY wizard! Mystra when I fucking catch you!

Halsin: That's my bestie! My fellow wise person and lover of nature. The one who helps me keep the rest of the tadfools out of trouble. The Varric to my Hawk. The, Me: Those arn't our chaos goblins are they? Halsin: They are. Both of us: Here we go again.

Jaheira: She's cool. Haven't had a lot of interaction with her yet but we would at least get along. Probably wouldn't be super close but would have a lot of respect for her due to everything she has been through

Karlach: That's my other bestie! She reminds me of my lifelong bestie who, despite the rap sheet of medical conditions she has and massive amount of trauma she has endured, is still a pretty upbest person, doing her best to live life to the fullest. Karlach also shares the same ADHD braincell I do. The "What were we talking about?", line was very relatable.

Lae'zel & Shadowheart: She rubs the PDA(Pathological Demand Avoidence) part of my brain in a bad way, at the onset and i will react harshly towards that. Of course, given what bits i have seen of her ark, I may make her feel right at home anyway. Of course, once she chills out a little, we would be fine. We wont be super close but we would still be friends at least.

Minsc & Boo: I havent found them in game yet but the clips of them i have seen make me love them. I would protect them with my life. Not like they would ever ask me too.

Shadowheart: Essentially the same as Lae'zel but would end up with more fights. The way she tries, not well, to pit you against the others and talks down to people would make me want to avoid her at best or punch her at worst. She would take me the longest to warm up too and the feeling would probably be mutual since i would be calling her ass out all the time. We probably wouldnt start warming up to each other until we started getting close to the shadow curse and all that religious trauma started surfacing.

Wyll: That's my baby brother, and if you harm one hair on his head, yours will be on the ground next. He is a cheese ball, a good bean, and i am so proud of him. He is also my monster romance book buddy and giving me all the good recomendations. There also might be prank wars...

Been imagining what I myself would be in Baldur's Gate 3 if I HAD to be the main character. Because otherwise I would be a hermit surrounded by books and cats.

On the note of cats!! I would absolutely know the Flock of Familiars spell. And they would all be cats. I have 5 cats irl, and that would translate into the game lol

I'd probably be a bard?? Definitely a support class, and I love singing random tunes even if they make no sense. I'd basically be the comedy relief/resident therapist. Which is good cause otherwise I'd be fairly useless in a fight lmao

I'd definitely get along best with Karlach, I love her personality so much. I'd be desperate for everyone's approval tho, and would have a massive platonic crush on Halsin.

Considered making a character like this, but everytime I think "I'll design my character after me!" I abandon them pretty quick q^q

EDIT!! Reblog or reply with what you would be as Tav in BG3!!! How would you translate into the game?

[knifewieldingenby]

Biting my tongue so I don't tell my friend who I slept with, who I now have a complicated relationship with, that her not keeping me in the loop about hers/her gfs progress with polyamory lowkey hurts me bc I don't know how I'm allowed to be with her/what I'm allowed to say, and I'm just so tired of aching for her like this haha lmao

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