#it does good to think outside of the box quite often.

[imagobin]

Hello! What do you think about a Killua & Leorio friendship scenario?: Killua gets inspired by Leorio so that he also wants to become a doctor and Leorio helps him with his studies.

Apologies for only getting to this nowwww I've been way too busy ugh This is SUCH a fun scenario! Idk the twist of Killua going from killing people to saving them is so cute and sweet- let's goooo! This is gonna be taking place a few years later, when Leorio is an actual doctor.

🩵Leorio helping Killua study HCs🪀

I wanna be like you:

Killua was raised to be an assassin, he'd been using his skills to hurt people ever since he could remember, but ever since he'd rescued Alluka from his family, his intentions began to change drastically, even more than they had in the past years.

Unless it was about protecting his little sister... fighting wasn't his priority anymore, especially since hearing that Leorio had actually managed to reach his goal of becoming a doctor.

He'd honestly never paid that much attention to that "old man" before. They were friends, sure, but he'd always been closer to Gon since it was easier to relate to someone his own age.

Hearing Leorio's passion when talking about his dream, genuinely inspired Killua... could he become a doctor too? He'd always struggled with finding his own path in life, always clinging to other people for a purpose... the doubt that he was just doing this as the ultimate act of defiance towards his family or to copy Leorio was still there, but nothing at the moment was forbidding him from trying.

"Leorio... what does it take to become a doctor?" he'd casually brought up the topic, acting typically bashful about asking a question like that. Leorio was surprised at first, but he answered honestly. Aside from studying lots, the desire to help people when nobody else can was his main drive.

"Do you think... I can do that?" Now Leorio was actually floored. An ex-assassin? Wanting to be a doctor? But... he wasn't the type to discourage his friends, quite the opposite- when he understood Killua wanted to follow in his footsteps he felt a sense of pride, and like the great big brother of the group he is, he took it upon himself to help Killua with his new goal.

Learning to focus:

What Killua was not expecting, was his new goal immediately getting challenged by... his own short attention span.

Go figure, the boy who'd fought his whole life and could run around at the speed of light, didn't exactly love sitting at a desk and study boring pre-med books.

Killua found himself often skipping his studying hours or cutting them short. He grew frustrated because on top of that, even when he did study, the information struggled to stick around in his brain. Maybe he wasn't fit for this after all... it was the first time he, a prodigy in fighting and Nen, was... not good at something, and it hit him hard.

He reluctantly brought up this to Leorio, who immediately reassured Killua that it's not that he wasn't fit to study; he just needed to find his own way! Seeing how fast Killua could absorb information in the past through hands-on experience, Leorio suggested he'd learn on actual anatomical models instead of relying on the pictures on the books, and that instead of studying cooped up in a library, maybe Killua would benefit from studying outside.

That advice seemed to work for the white haired boy, and between that and occasionally getting more help from Leorio, Killua actually began believing in himself, he could do this! He was going to leave behind everything his family had ever made him up to be, and he was going to follow his own goals!

Like an older brother:

Over this time, Killua began to see just how dependable Leorio is, almost like the older brother he'd always wished for, instead of Illumi.

It was reassuring to finally have someone in his life who didn't force him into a box, but who instead put in a lot of effort to find what would work for Killua.

Leorio didn't even notice he was doing this, it just felt like the most obvious way to get Killua to accomplish something. It looked like Melody was right in saying he'd be a good teacher as well.

He also got to know Killua a lot better. He'd only seen moments of vulnerability when Gon was in the hospital, but now he was aware of just how anxious he could be in other moments too.

Of course, with Killua always comes Alluka too, the young girl never leaves her borther's side, and during cram study sessions, she'd often stick around to watch her brother study and repeat notions to Leorio in whichever café or park they chose to go to for that day.

Leorio was somewhat aware of Alluka's powers, but he wasn't worried about it. He actually found Alluka really sweet for encouraging his brother to do his best at all times.

Killua still has his short fuse and sometimes gets mad at himself or the book when he struggles to have some topics stick in his brain, but Leorio can see he's truly trying, and he fully believes in him.

As the entrance exams for med school were approaching, Killua sought reassurance from Leorio, he wanted to know how the experience had been for him.

"Trust me, you might be an anxious wreck now, but once they're over, your first thought will be 'Huh, that wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be'."

[ignatiusteto]

i think people should stop thinking in stark black and white and stop taking things violently at face value and maybe society would be a little better. or at least stop making it the problem of other people. it really is a great brain exercise to stop and be like well okay wait a minute. you literally feel better.

[primofate]

Where he would propose and how it happens [Genshin Men]

Warnings: haven’t written in a while please excuse and tell me about pronoun slips, I’m sleep deprived, not proofread (this will be my fixed disclaimer as a writing parent, haha)

Notes: All of these were captured by me in game. I just felt like exploring the beauty of Genshin more and this was a great way to do it while mixing it with writing. Note that you may not agree with some of these, and that's totally fine, these are my thoughts and ideas :)

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lyney, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, gn!reader

Aether

Aether is a simple man, and though he plans his proposal he doesn't really think much of the place, somewhere where the two of you frequent, maybe on your daily/nightly walks.

It happens just as the two of you are about to go back, this is where you sit and relax for a while as the sun sets. You can see Mondstadt in the distance and the beautiful orange sky.

As you're about to turn and walk away he catches your wrist and pulls you back into the middle of those tiny pink flowers.

Now that he thinks about it... This is where his journey really started: Starfell Lake, and how perfect would it be to start a new one with you?

"Y/N, I...want you to stay. I mean, forever," the words are simple but it gets across.

Albedo

Also a simple person. You might think Dragonspine when you think Albedo and I agree that all that snow could be romantic but I went for Starsnatch Cliff. It's a good place to see Mondstadt, and he takes you there after the sun has set.

He would probably comment about how you can see a lot of things from here, and how the world is such a great, vast place, full of things to explore and discover.

"...and yet I find myself thinking... how all that I want is right next to me. Would you do me the honour of being my lifelong partner?"

Alhaitham

Something's up and you can tell, this isn't your usual route home, and honestly you've never stopped in these parts of the city. You've passed by it sure, but never with Alhaitham.

You ask him where the two of you are going and if there are some extra errands to run before going home. He only shakes his head and ends up leading you over right next to the glowing Padisarah flower.

He HAS planned this, so why does it feel like he hasn't? Even has a ring in his pocket (granted it is the SIMPLEST ring one could ever imagine, that's just how he is)

Ends up just taking the ring box out and showing it to you while trying to speak "I..." doesn't speak much of his emotions so has a hard time, but feels pathetic afterwards so meets your eyes straight on. "...A promise... That what I feel for you... is everlasting,"

Ayato

That small shrine/garden/sitting area just outside the Kamisato Estate. It's just a bit more private than the sitting area INSIDE the estate.

You wouldn't think anything of it because you do hang out here from time to time.

Ayato might seem like a grand person but in the end he doesn't want to stray far from home.

"I'm...sorry if this is a bit abrupt," fishes out a ring box from his long sleeve. "I've been meaning to ask for a while now, will you share your life with me as my beloved?"

Baizhu

That nice little hill just outside of Bubu Pharmacy, where you can find Glaze Lilies strewn about and the night view is quite nice. It's a place the two of you go just to get some quick, fresh air if Baizhu isn't feeling too well. Changsheng is left at the pharmacy from time to time, this is one of those times.

"I've been thinking...how precious time really is," he looks at you with tenderness in his eyes, yet a lot of uncertainty shrouded in them. "I don't know where this road will lead me... but you alone are my lifelong remedy. Would you accompany me on this journey?"

Cyno

Cyno often comes here to watch the sun set, since he was a student, but he does think it's more beautiful at night.

The two of you are leaning over the railway and looking at Sumeru, just talking about the day.

Cyno doesn't really plan it. He seems to be the type to but when he feels that it's the right time, specially when he feels it strongly, there's no better time than the present.

It's while he's watching you talk enthusiastically about your day, that there's a sudden twist in his heart. This is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.

"Y/N--" he cuts you off successfully, wonder in his eyes. "What do you say to being intertwined for life?"

Dainsleif

Anywhere where there is an unobstructed view of the stars and night sky, but particularly at the hill of Cape Oath, where the two of you lie side by side on the grass, staring up at the stars.

At this point the two of you have been travelling together for a while, looking for answers to his curse. To Dainsleif, the two of you are pretty much married already, but just to confirm it, every night, he asks "Is this the path that you choose? To bind your fate with mine?"

And every night, like a promise, you say yes.

Diluc

Diluc doesn't stray far from home too. He prefers to stay close to his memories, no matter how painful they are.

He HAS planned it, but ends up proposing at an unexpected time.

It's when he's on the road home and you're waiting right by the lamp post for him. It's late. Later than usual and here you are worrying about how it's a cold night and that he should've worn more.

It's at that moment that it hits him, "Y/N, the thought of being separated...it's not something I'd want to imagine" he grips your hand tightly. "...For the rest of my life, it's you that I want to spend it with,"

Doesn't even have the planned ring on him and apologizes about the word vomit he just did. He was just overcome with emotions right then and there.

Gorou

That small spot next to Bourou Village. Watatsumi Island is beautiful in general, but Gorou knows the good spots.

Is nervous but tries not to show it, but you can totally tell because he's way too stiff.

"Wh-What do you mean? Nothing's wrong!" When asked if everything's fine.

When standing at this spot though, his nervousness seems to go away and for a minute everything is normal until... "H-Hey, Y/N, so..." you look at him and he's fumbling with his hands, unable to meet your gaze. "Y-You, and I--We've been...You know--"

Seems to panic. He is SO uncool right now. Closes his eyes and just blurts it out when he realizes this isn't working out "With all my heart, will you marry me?!"

Heizou

Little secret garden just next to Inazuma city. Quiet place yet you can hear a bit of the hustle and bustle in the city.

Heizou is the type to get on one knee and confidently, directly say it.

He's planned it, and gets you right in the middle of the bridge (has probably asked someone to take a photo as well)

"Y/N, beloved," grins "would you unravel the mysteries of life with me?" (thinks it was such a cool line, then hands you the ring in a box)

Itto

Does not think about it nor plans it. Just happens and it happens because he talks about it casually. You can't really tell if he's serious.

He has this conversation with you in Chinjuu Forest, which is a naturally beautiful place, but he's really only there with you to look for onikabuto.

"You know, it'd be really cool if we could keep doing this huh?"

You ask what he means cause you don't really have any idea. You guys have been doing this for ages. Why would it stop now, is what you think.

"I mean, like, you know, forever," he says this while looking under a rock. "Like if we were just onikabuto fightin' partners forever, get it?"

You stall for a moment and wonder if he knows what he's saying, and you ask if he specifically means he just wants you as an onikabuto fighting partner.

"Oh, well, yea it's ONE of the things I like about you, but I like your kisses too. Hehe," scratches the back of his head then looks like he gets a bright idea. "Oh hey that's an idea! How 'bout we just become partners for life, Y/N?"

Yeah, that's how it happens.

Kaeya

Kaeya keeps it simple, but also romantic. He gets that spot above the gate of Mondstadt, where you can see Barbatos' statue from a distance. He knows how much you love the city and he has a special place in his heart for it too.

The two of you pretty much keep each other warm up there, with him behind you and his arms wrapped around your shoulders.

At some point, as the two of you have been talking for ages and when the perfect silence descends, he leans into your ear and asks you to close your eyes. When you do, you feel him slip something onto your ring finger as he says "A thousand words wouldn't be enough to tell you how I really feel...Would you want to create a thousand and more memories together instead?"

Kaveh

Kaveh thinks its only appropriate to propose at his masterpiece, but he thinks you're even more of a masterpiece than anything he's made or encountered before.

Plus the place just holds a lot of meaning and memories for him. It's beautiful too and you've always said that you're proud of him for completing it.

His is a pretty simple proposal. "I've always thought that something's been missing in my life...I think I've figured out that it's you, Y/N. It's only going to be you,"

Kazuha

Inazuma holds a lot of memories for Kazuha, some that are rather unpleasant. But home is still home and perhaps he wanted to create more good memories there.

Truth be told he could have proposed to you anywhere, and I don't think he had really planned it. It was just something heartfelt that he wanted to say as he sees you climbing up the stairs to the shrine. The sunlight hitting you perfectly and the sakura blossoms just cascading around your form. It's perfect, he thought.

You're a few steps further up from him and it makes him look up at you the slightest bit. With a shine in his eyes and a smile on his face he asks, quite sincerely "Have you ever felt like home was right next to you, Y/N?"

and before you could answer he answers his own question first. "I have, despite the storms and catastrophes I've gone through...Y/N, you're the home that my heart forever needs,"

Lyney

Lyney plans it, but doesn't do it in a grand way. He just wants it to be sincere and special. He thinks this place is cute, what with the little sort of gazebo with a small sitting space to just sit and drink tea.

He proposes to you as the two of you sit, you've never been here before and wonder why the two of you are out here, actually.

"Oh, is it strange? Haha, I just wanted a bit of a change," Rubs the back of his neck and starts to feel nervous.

You explain that you're not complaining, just curious, but you like it!

"Oh, that's a relief. I'm...Uh..." sort of fumbles with something in his coat, really funny seeing as he's a magician and is supposed to be nimble with his fingers. Recovers quite fast and manages to do his classic "flower-behind-your-ear" trick and hands it over to you.

He does the same trick, but this time takes a ring out. "Y/N, you complete me in ways words can't express...will you..." gulps before he continues "marry me?"

Neuvillette

Seems very posh but prefers to keep it simple. He thinks its more special rather than making a super grand gesture. He could of easily proposed in front of the Opera Epiclese, but instead did it at one of the small fountains in Marcotte Station.

The two of you are out on a nightly stroll and this is just where the two of you ended up.

Clears his throat before starting, takes your hand in his, but its his eyes that really do the talking. "I may not be the best in expressing my deepest thoughts and emotions...but there is one single thing that I am quite sure about," he stalls here and seems to look into your soul.

"And it's you, my love. As I take my next steps into this life I lead, I would be honoured if I take them with you by my side,"

Scaramouche

Has it on his mind but doesn't particularly plans when or where he's going to say it. Just knows that he wants to.

While out on an assignment the two of you pass by Mawtiyima Forest. You've always thought it looked like such a magical place. You request to sit on a hill for a bit before moving on.

Scaramouche, as usual, grumbles about this but relents and ends up plopping next to you as well. Truth be told he also liked this particular forest and how quiet yet vibrant it was.

No words are exchanged for a while, just the two of you looking at the view. Scaramouche sneaks a glance at you and you have that stupid, wide eyed look on your face, the glowing blue mushrooms reflecting off of your eyes.

He secretly thinks its cute.

He shows that by aggressively saying. "I don't know what you had in mind when you agreed to come with me, but you're stuck with me till the end now, got it?"

Yes. That's pretty much his proposal.

Tartaglia

Is one who would take you on a vacation off on an isolated, quaint and cute island like Petrichor with wonderful views of Fontaine's waterfalls.

Is the type to get down on one knee while this beautiful background is in sight. Totally plans it and is the cliche, basic proposal. Would totally love the townspeople to clap and cheer while this is happening too.

"Y/N, every day spent with you is a treasure, and I want it to continue for the rest of my life, will you marry me?"

Thoma

Has planned it. Makes sure you have a good time beforehand, probably at some festival and it's when the two of you are winding down, sitting on that rock with the lamp on it that he asks.

"Isn't it magical?" he asks as a starter and you ask what exactly he's talking about. "How it's always a good time and how easy life seems when I'm with you,"

You tell him that's because he always takes good care of you and he laughs heartily at that. "I'm glad to hear it," kisses your forehead and smiles down at you.

"Every day, Y/N, I just fall deeper in love with you...Do you think, maybe, we could spend our whole lives together?"

Tighnari

Plans it and is calm about it. Has everything under control. He chose Pardis Dhyai specifically for its aesthetics and specifically the inside in case it rains. (He doesn't want you to get wet as he proposes, but also doesn't want his ears and tail wet as it happens.)

Clears his throat before he starts, doesn't have a ring because he just doesn't seem the type, for him its more of a pact.

"Rather than talk about emotions alone, I'd want to highlight that you've been quite the mind-stimulating study partner," coughs into his hand "but of course, that's only one aspect of you that I like...it's safe to say that I like you enough to propose the pact of marriage...would that be alright with you?"

Venti

Where else would he think was a good place to propose? Of course he would do it here.

No roundabout way of saying it. Confident in all aspects, partly because he's a God but partly because...what has he got to lose, really?

Doesn't really propose marriage cause...he's not a mortal. Forever might be a thing for him but maybe not for you.

"It's been a while since I've felt really at ease with someone, you know?"

You jokingly say he seems to be at ease with everyone, specially after a few bottles of wine. He laughs out loud at that, and remarks back that no one can make him laugh the way you do.

"It's blossomed into something more beautiful than I thought it would be, Y/N. You, me, and us. Can we stay like this till the end?"

Wriothesley

Has planned it and has stuck to his plan. At a little vacation home at the Southeast of the Beryl Region. The two of you spent a few days relaxing there, under the guise that Wriothesley needed a break.

On the last day he surprised you by revealing that he had asked your family and friends, both from faraway regions and nearby towns to come and celebrate with the two of you.

Celebrate what, you ask.

That's when he gets down on one knee and pops the question "You know, I could still be mistaken," he grins at this but is clearly joking. "but I don't think I am and seeing as you've put up with me, Y/N, I think it's safe to say you're my forever person,"

It was days after when you realize how confident he is of this whole thing when you think about the fact that he had pre planned to invite all your friends and family over to "celebrate"

Xiao

Also a person who doesn't stray far from home. The rooftop of Wangshu Inn is actually quite romantic on quiet nights, with a view of Liyue and a gentle breeze.

To Xiao, marriage isn't really about a ring and signing papers. It's a contract and a promise to each other.

On one of the nights, he just thinks it's the right time to say it.

He's more quiet than usual and you ask if something's wrong.

He pauses for a while before answering. "...Apologies, there's a lot on my mind..."

Xiao has become a lot more open with you through the years.

"...I... just wanted to propose the prospect of being...binded together," you ask what that means cause you're not really familiar, you end up asking if that's the same as marriage.

"M-Marriage? Uh... Yes... I suppose that's what mortals call it... but being binded together is more..." stops talking and gets red in the face. "Let's... just leave it at that,"

I like to think that the process of binding is just that your souls are entwined together...So when one of you passes, you still remember them in your next life, type of thing. Cause if you're a mortal, chances are, you'll die earlier than Xiao. Anyhow, that's a completely different story.

Zhongli

Zhongli prefers the quiet and the nature. This is probably part of your occasional stroll when the two of you need some quiet time.

Zhongli, with how long he has lived, also doesn't see marriage as the normal get-down-on-one-knee-with-a-ring-thing, but for him, it's a contract. It's more binding than anything in the world.

"Y/N, we've walked this path countless of times before," he starts as the two of you continue to stroll. You reply saying that you like this particular area where the bamboos are.

"Is that so?" suddenly stops and looks at you. "In that case, would you care to listen to a proposal I have?"

Clears his throat when you give the approval. "As I've said, we've walked this path countless of times before..." he takes your hand in his "but for me, who has lived longer than you, I've traversed this path for even more times," he closes his eyes. "Yet, with you by my side, this path changes. It transforms into something resplendent. As if...every time had been the first time I've walked through it. It is with you, Y/N, that I discover life anew, despite the thousands of years I've lived. Would you consider forming a contract of lifelong partnership with me, and only me?"

End

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[yuu-extended-yuuniverse]

Pokémon AU! (Yuu & Riddle)

Trainer looking at Grim: What kind of Pokémon is THAT???

Grim, offended: I'm not a Pokémon! I'm a TRAINER. Just you wait! I'll be the greatest Elite Four Champion ever! Myahahahaha!

Yuu: Does that make me the Pokémon in this relationship?

~*~

Riddle Rosehearts was the youngest trainer to ever become a gym leader in Twisted Wonderland, and remains one of the most ruthless.

Gym leader Riddle specializes in primarily fire type Pokémon! Which is why so many new challengers who come prepared with a full team of Water-types are so caught off guard when Riddle's partner Pokémon, Roserade, comes out! Who finishes them off with her signature move "Off With Your Head!"

Losers are enlisted to paint the hedge maze roses of the Heartslabyul gym to appear like Poké balls.

More headcanons and enlarged photos below:

Riddle

Heartslabyul is the first gym most new trainers encounter

It is situated in the same city as the trainer school, where Riddle enjoys tutoring on his days off

His partner Pokémon, Roserade, was gifted to him by a childhood friend (Trey) back when it was still a weak little Budew

Mrs. Rosehearts belongs to the ranks of Nurse Joys and originally wanted Riddle to study medicine. To everyone's shock, obedient young Rosehearts went on to become a formidable trainer and eventually declared, much to his mother's chagrin, his intention to become a gym leader and help new trainers

Riddle is still the youngest gym leader, at 18 years old

Despite his harsh exterior, many trainers still attribute much of their success to Leader Rosehearts' insistence on practicing the basics.

If you are strong and fortunate enough to ever challenge Riddle again, his fully trained 6 team includes Roserade, Ninetails, Flareon, Rapidash, Alolan Rapidash, and Shaymin.

When pressed, Riddle refuses to answer where he met a member of the elusive Shaymin Pokémon.

Riddle can often be found racing or playing polo at the Equestrian club, riding either of his Rapidashs.

Despite all the good he does, Riddle can often be too much of a stickler to the rules and unable to see outside-the-box

He first meets Yuu when he is kicking Ace and Deuce, two new trainers, out of his gym for trying to cheat their way through his hedge maze puzzle and disparaging the idea of going to trainer school, refusing to let them challenge him and effectively ending their dreams of challenging the elite four.

It is only after Yuu challenges him for Ace and Deuce's right to re-enter the gym, and uses both lessons Riddle preaches and unusual outside-the-box thinking to defeat him, that Riddle reconsiders his black and white view of the world.

He gives Ace and Deuce a second chance, on the expectation that they first go to trainer school for a week, and asks if Yuu would consider sharing their unique battling style with the students at the school (despite these techniques not being taught in any books)

In the end, all three, Ace, Deuce, and Yuu, earn their Heartslabyul badges, and Riddle wishes them luck at the next gym.

Yuu

No one quite knows where this trainer came from.

All anyone knows is that they showed up out of nowhere with a talking feline Pokémon no Pokédex recognizes, named Grim.

For whatever reason, Team STYX keeps trying to capture Grim for some nefarious purpose.

But despite Yuu's unimposing figure and having just recently started their journey, they are actually a very formidable trainer and have managed to battle off every one of Team STYX's attempts.

Yuu meets Ace and Deuce while the two of them are being kicked out of Heartslabyul gym and a fast friendship is formed.

Ace declares that they are all rivals now, but they still travel together from city to city.

To Ace and Deuce's horror, Yuu seems to enjoy sleeping over in abandoned and haunted houses on their journey

Ghost Pokémon seem to particularly like Yuu

Yuu sometimes runs into an interesting person during their travels, a man they have nicknamed Tsunotaro

Tsunotaro seems to always show up whenever Team STYX is getting up to no good, and helps Yuu battle them off and clear out various Team STYX bases of operation throughout Twisted Wonderland.

Ace and Deuce have never met this mysterious Tsunotaro, but if they did they would be shocked to discover that he is actually Malleus Draconia, Twisted Wonderland's infamous and terrifying Elite Four Champion

But to Yuu he's just Tsunotaro, a weird but nice guy who seems to think fighting off a crime syndicate together counts as a date

[ineffable-suffering]

Why Aziraphale is an unreliable narrator

Part 2: The Story of wee Morag

This is Part 2 of 3 total metas. Here are:

Part 1, in case you want to read about my analysis of the Story of Job first

and Part 3, in case you're impatient and want to jump ahead.

Fair warning though, for the sake of understanding some of the references, you're probably better off reading this chaptered meta chronologically. However, every part should work just as well as a standalone! I'll do my very best to make it so.

Alright, off or on you go beyond the cutty cut!

I'll start this second part off with a very brief summary of the main take aways and points from Part 1, which go as such:

Memory, as opposed to a third party's narration, is not a factual, objective retelling of a story or event. It's mingled and mangled with emotions, imaginations and exaggerations, projecting both the feelings and impressions you had back then as well as those you might have now in the present time back on whatever it is you are remembering. (Which is why we need to put everything that Aziraphale is remembering into the context of what he might have felt in the past, as well as what he's feeling right now.)

While this doesn't mean his (or anyone's) memories are lies, it does mean they're a very subjective and sometimes factually distorted representation of what actually happened, which, in our case, gives us a lot of subtext and a lot of not-there furniture to figure out and look at.

So, let's continue with S2E3 and the Story of wee Morag. We start our flashback with a scene of Aziraphale writing his diary entry on the 10th of November, 1827. Immediately, it's firmly established that this is once again not an outside-point-of-view narration, but rather what Aziraphale remembers and wrote down.

One thing that immediately stuck out to me here, is how helpful and kind Crowley is to Elspeth, pretty much from the very beginning when they meet her in the graveyard. Not only does he take on a Scottish accent so she won't perceive him as English (as she does with Aziraphale), but he also helps her drag the barrel that has the fresh body in it and, in the end, even pulls it all by himself while Elspeth simply follows behind them. Here's a rather poor-quality picture, for reference:

Now, we know that despite not showing it very often, Crowley has always been very fond of the humans and never really put himself on a pedestal simply because he's an immortal being himself. He likes humans, just like Aziraphale does. But, just like this story will tell us, Crowley knows that on top of liking humans, you can't just put them into boxes of good and evil and expect them to always do what is supposedly the "right" or "divinely good" thing to do. (Which is what differentiates him from Aziraphale in the way he understands and treats them, as we're shown in this minisode).

Him immediately and unspokenly helping Elspeth with dragging the barrel therefore might also be a first sign of a tiny projection from present day Aziraphale, as opposed to what Crowley might have actually done (probably just walked beside her, like Aziraphale) because he has the knowledge that Crowley really was so very kind to her in the end, wasn't he? And that he's kind to humans in general. ("Not kind! Off my head on Laudanum!" Sure, babe.)

Most of this minisode, in my opinion, is actually there to establish how Aziraphale's view of morality and good vs. evil used to be quite flawed and elitist –– and how Crowley has always been there to gently nudge him towards questioning his black and white view of heavenly right and hellishly wrong. That's why I think there's not as many hints in this minisode about Aziraphale's memories not being an accurate portrayal of what happened, as there are in the Story of Job or the magic show in 1941. (And, fear not, the latter will definitely be the most hint-heavy one). Alas, there's still a few bits and bobs in the Story of wee Morag that stuck out to me, that make a brief yet good case of the whole unreliable narration thing.

First of all: The way Aziraphale describes all of it in his diary is so different from the way we see him actually remembering it. It's almost like he tried to write this entry (and possibly all of his diary) as a bit of a thrilling short story, with himself as the main character. Which makes sense, given the fact that he adores books and would certainly be keen on dabbling in the art of capital-w Writing himself. It's yet again hinting at the fact that sometimes people (and angels) try to polish and bedazzle stories (and memories) to make them seem more exciting and adventurous, often to distract from the not-so-fun parts of it.

Like when Aziraphale's diary narrates:

"It was with heavy heart we arrived at Elspeth's destination. I was determined to thwart her monstrous plan!"

... and yet we see Crowley and Elspeth casually walking down the alleyway, very obviously not heavy-hearted in the slightest, while Aziraphale nervously scurries on behind them, very obviously not determined to thwart. (Timestamp-wise, it's around 17:38 in S2E3, in case you want to see for yourself.)

We get another cinematographic/auditory hint at the fact that Aziraphale's memory is heavily influenced by what he's feeling that very moment, when Dr. Mister Dalrymple –– FRCSE, thank you very much –– shows him the tumor he removed from the seven year old boy. You can see the shock and horror on Aziraphale's face once he learns of this child's cruel fate. We then proceed to hear Mr. Dalrymple's voice grow sort of echo-y and far away as the sad music swells up and drowns out his voice almost completely. It's awfully similar to what it feels like when really horrible news are broken to you and you dissociate and drift into a state of shock. Here's the clip of it, so you may listen for yourself:

It's clear that this is a very subjective portrayal of what Aziraphale is going through during this part of the memory. He's deeply horrified and saddened about the little boy having passed away so early in life – and we hear and feel this shock with him. Through him, because this is his memory. Whatever it is he's feeling and thinking, we're feeling and thinking it too because we're seeing it through his lense.

Another (less sad) hint at a possible exaggeration is the abnormally deep hole Crowley makes the two graveyard watch keepers fall into. I'm pretty sure he's very much in charge of his miracles, making this random slip-up seem a little silly – which is why I'm also pretty sure the "Might have slightly overdone it on that hole" is a wee bit of a meta hint at this just being another one of Aziraphale's dramatic bedazzlements of this story. For the *flings feather boa around neck* drama!

You know what else might be exaggerated? Hm, I dunno, maybe Crowley growing into the size of a tree for no apparent reason. Sure, yes, he's pretty high on Laudanum which is making him a bit loopy. But apart from that, it does seem an awfully big cinematographic euphemism for him being the metaphorical (and, once again, for the drama of it) literal bigger person in this scenario. He's the one who ends up saving Elspeth and who manages to secure a safe life without poverty and grave robbing for her. While Aziraphale was so tangled up in his own moral journey and main character-ism, missing that wee Morag was seconds away from death already, Crowley is the one who actually ends up growing stepping up for the human in need and saving them for good (pun intended).

In a way, it might just be Aziraphale's view of/feelings for Crowley in this very moment. Watching the demon outgrow what, according to Aziraphale's heavenly logic, is supposed to be a foul fiend, bestowing evil upon humanity – and growing into someone who does the exact opposite and saves Elspeth instead. Another larger-than-life character development, in Aziraphale's eyes. Literally.

Let's switch back to the topic of the diary entry one last time, so I can make my final point of the this minisode's unreliable and a smidge over-dramatic narration of Dr. McFell. If you pay close attention, Aziraphale starts the entry we're all getting to experience with: "Last month, Crowley and I both happened to be in Edinburgh." Which means it didn't actually happen on the 10th of November, but rather at some point in October, 1827. Once we see Crowley get hydro-pumped back to Hell after rescuing Elspeth, the minisode ends with, presumably, the last sentence of Aziraphale's diary entry: "And that was the last I would see of Crowley for quite some time."

Take my hand and let's look at where the furniture isn't: This very clearly means that Crowley couldn't have been gone for more than a month, at best. Read again: "It happened last month and that was the last I would see of him for quite some time." This, albeit indirectly, clearly implies that when Aziraphale had sat down to write the diary entry, he had already run into Crowley again. Otherwise his phrasing would have probably been more along the lines of "... and I haven't seen Crowley since" or "... and Crowley has yet to return from wherever it is Hell's currently keeping him".

What's the point I'm trying to make? Good question. I guess my main point of storyteller Aziraphale being a bit over-dramatic in his narration is simply backed up by this, since A Single Month would barely pass as "quite some time" for an immortal being like him. And yet that's how he puts it, in his little Confidential Journals of A.Z. Fell, Vol. 603.

And another point that has absolutely nothing to do with the topic of this meta (but I'm still gonna make it 'cause this is my memory post): The meeting at St. Jame's Park in 1862 that so many, post-S2, took to be their first run-in after the Story of wee Morag, actually wasn't that at all. They saw each other at least once only a month later, as Aziraphale's diary lets us know. Which explains why he wasn't very surprised or concerned when he met Crowley in London, 1862. If there really had been 35 years in between those two events, the first one ending with Crowley being sucked back Downstairs to receive more than three decades worth of hellish punishment, wouldn't Aziraphale have been at least a tiny bit worried or more interested than:

Just saying.

Alright, let's string this inflated hot air balloon of a post back together so we can outline some invisible furniture. This time with only two humble points:

Crowley through Aziraphale's lense Backed up by how we are introduced to Bildad the Shuhite in the Job minisode (suave, cheeky, smart, passionate in shoemaking and obstetrics), it's growing quite clear that Aziraphale's memories and impressions of Crowley are very fond and impressed ones. He sees him as someone who's not only witty, funny and cool, but also as someone who has figured out way sooner and faster than him that nothing's ever black and white. Not God's plans and not the human's choices either.

Aziraphale as a bit of an exaggerating adventure author With the direct parallel we get of inkslinger journalist!Aziraphale in the present day, it's quite apparent after this minisode that Aziraphale's memory is not only deeply influenced by his emotions, but that he also tends to have a bit of a dramatic touch to him. Although, you gotta give it to the guy: A month without seeing the love of your life, even if said life is eternal, can indeed seem like "quite some time".

Well, would you lookie here, we've reached the end of Part 2! What a journey it was. I hope you forgive me for the fact that I drifted off-course a few times. I just can't seem to reel in my silly little observations, even if they've got nothing to do with the point I'm trying to make. But hey, doesn't that just make me a little bit like Aziraphale's storytelling, in a way?

I'll let you be the judge of that.

See you in Part 3! And in case you haven't snuck a peak yet: here's Part 1 again.

Ta!

[alotofpockets]

Secret admirer | Jackie Groenen

Pairing: Jackie Groenen x Nedwnt!Reader

Prompts: "It was you the whole time?" & "Your handwriting is recognizable, you know that right?"

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 1.1k

Ever since the national team camp had started, you have been finding little notes everywhere. Most often you would find them in your bags, or in your locker but sometimes you would find a note with your name on it in a shared space like next the the coffee machine outside of the conference room. 

You loved whenever a new one would show up, always smiling at the lovely message that was written on it. Usually either a compliment or a beautiful quote. You kept every one of the notes that you had received from your secret admirer in a box, happily adding the newest editions each time. 

Today when you entered the dining hall all eyes were on you, “What’s going on?” You asked, getting a little shy from all the attention. “We’ve found another note from your secret admirer.” Daan says while wiggling her eyebrows, waiving the note with your name on it through the air. “Hey, give that to me.” You say while snatching it from her hand. “Does it say your name, huh?” Daniëlle just laughs at your possessiveness of the little note. 

You grab your food and sit down at one of the tables. Taking the little folded note from your pocket to read it. It was another one with a compliment which made you blush instantly, you looked pretty today! was written on the note you had to work hard on to hide from your curious teammates. “Do you know who they are from, yet?” Jackie asks. You shake your head, “No, the notes are always anonymous.” 

In reality you had known who the notes were from almost instantly. You just chose to let this play out, because quite frankly you felt very flattered and loved by how much effort your not so secret admirer was putting into making you smile. 

After breakfast you head out to the training field with the rest of the team. They continued their teasing when you’d taken the note with you instead of leaving it in your room. You couldn’t care less about their teasing though, you had fallen hard for the writer of the notes a long time ago, and were eager to get to the stage where she would let you in on her secret.

It wasn’t until a couple weeks into training camp when you and a few of the girls took a trip to the beach on your day off. It was the perfect weather for a walk on the beach and you were so glad that Jackie suggested it. Unbeknownst to you, her intention was to only ask you to go but when people got wind of it, they invited themselves along for a group hang.

When you all walked past a small restaurant, Daan suggested taking a little break. Most of the girls were down, just Jackie seemed to not be into the idea. “Actually, I think I want to continue walking for a bit longer. You guys go ahead though.” You excused yourself from the group and followed Jackie, noticing the slightly somber look on her face. “Hey Jacks, mind if I join? The weather is just so nice today.” Her smile quickly returned. “Yeah, I actually wanted to talk to you about something, so this is perfect.”

You continued walking as Jackie started talking. “So, since camp is nearing its end, I wanted to tell you something.” You smiled at her, encouraging her to continue, knowing full well what she was on about. “The notes you’ve been getting.” She started, nervously looking up at you. Jackie seemed to be too nervous to continue, so you decided to ask her, "It was you the whole time?" Her eyes widened, did you know or were you guessing? “Yes, it was me.” 

You smile wide at the confession, even though you already knew it was her, it was just so good to hear her say it. “Aw Jacks, that’s sweet. I had no idea!” She studies your face, noticing a slight sparkle in your eyes. “You already knew it was me, didn’t you?” You laugh, “Yes, yes I did.” Jackie hides her face behind her hands. “Oh god, I’m so embarrassed right now.” You shake your head and move your hands over hers, effectively taking them away from her face. “Don’t be embarrassed. I loved it.” You reassure her. “Why didn’t you stop me as soon as you realized it was me?” You left one of your hands on her cheek, gently stroking it with your thumb, while you held her hand in your other. “Because I never want you to stop leaving me little notes like that.” She searches your face again, looking for the meaning behind your words. A meaning she finds when you start slowly leaning in, waiting for any kind of response from the woman in front of you to make sure that this is what she wanted to. The moment Jackie starts leaning in too, you smile and pull her face closer to yours, connecting your lips in a soft kiss.

After you pull back from the kiss, you wrap your arm around her, hugging her tightly. “I just wanted to say that I look out for your notes every single day, they mame me very happy. Especially knowing they came from you, of course.” You place a quick peck to her cheek and the two of you continue walking down the beach hand in hand. It wasn’t until about five minutes later that Jackie stopped you in your tracks, “Wait, how did you know it was me?” 

You reach in your pocket to pull out the note from today, "Your handwriting is recognizable, you know that right?" Jackie starts laughing, “How did I not realize that?” You laugh with her, “I have no idea, but it’s very cute.” 

Since the wind was getting colder you decided to turn around and head back to the restaurant the rest of the girls went to. You walk up to their table together and each order a hot chocolate to warm up again. The hot chocolate came with a small napkin, which gave Jackie an idea. She reached in her purse and grabbed a pen. You smile when you realize she is writing you another note, this time right in front of you. You read her note with a big smile on your face. 

Life is an adventure, and I cannot wait to live this adventure with you by my side.

xx Jackie

Your first signed note and the start of a beautiful adventure. You pocket the note, the rest of the girls not having noticed anything yet, hoping to keep this between the two of you for a little longer. 

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[commandershepardvasfuckit]

An Arranged Marriage, part 9

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

M!troll x f!reader

1.5k words

Finally home and safe you have a lot of questions and a lot to think about. Your gratefulness for Zen'jan's rescue does not negate the uneasiness of what you saw at the camp or your distrust of Tsov'ka.

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“You don’t have to carry me the whole way home” you protested, squirming a bit in Zen’jan’s arms.

“I do not have to, but I want to. Please let me” he responded. “Anyways, you are cold and tired, and you cannot see as well in the dark as I can, I do not want you to trip over anything”.

“Aren’t I too heavy for you be carrying around?”

“I am strong enough, and I want to do this for you anyways”.

That seemed to end the discussion, instead you closed your eyes and tried to focus on the smell of incense.

It was still early when you reached the city, the sun was only starting to rise and only a few people were out and about yet. They looked on but did not dare say a word as a blood covered Zen’jan carried you through the streets.

A wave of relief washed over you as he carried you through the doorway, finally being home, finally feeling like you could take a deep breath.

“I am going to run you a hot bath, you need to clean off” he told you as he carried you to the bathroom still not setting you down though yet.

“I’m alright, you should probably go clean up first anyways” you insisted.

“I will be fine, I can clean up out here, you need to warm up though. And I will just be right out here if you need anything, alright?” he sat you on the edge of the tub and started to fill the bath. “And when you are ready, we can talk about everything. You can ask anything you want and I will answer. I want you to be comfortable around me, if you choose to stay that is, so I want to put your mind at ease”.

You nodded. You had been doing your best to scrub the gore stained image of the camp from your mind, trying to put Zen’jan back into the little box of just being a doting husband and nothing more. It was hard going back to that image with him standing next to you covered in blood.

“Yeah” you said dryly.

He bumped his head against your’s and stayed pressed against you for a moment before seeing himself out.

The warm water felt good on your cold skin and you quickly began cleaning the dirt and blood off you. You scrubbed at your skin until it was raw, like you were trying to scour the memory of the last few hours off of you. For once you did not stay and soak in the tub, instead draining the water and then quickly rinsing yourself under the tap to remove every trace of the last day from you.

As you stepped out of the tub you noticed you did not have clean clothes in the bathroom to change into. You wrapped up in your bath towel and poked your head out the door to ask Zen’jan to bring you something, but to your surprise there was a tidy pile of clothes waiting for you on the floor already. Hastily you grabbed them and dressed.

You wandered back into the main room to find Zen’jan sitting at the lit hearth and wiping himself off with a washcloth and a bucket of water that looked to come from one of the wells outside.

Without a word you sat next to him and took the washcloth from his hand, “May I?” you asked and he reached out his arm for you to clean. Carefully you wiped off every inch of his arm, paying close attention to get everything before moving on to clean his other arm.

Once you were satisfied with with both arms you placed your free hand under his chin and began to gently clean his face.

He watched you so closely, often looking like he wanted to say something and then stopping himself. There was an emotion on his face you could not quite place, at moments it looked like a profound sorrow, or disbelief, that eventually gave way to something more identifiable: longing.

“I am still sorry I did not do this for you, back on the first night” he broke the silence.

“It’s ok, I don’t think I would have let you anyways”.

“But I should have left the hold with you, walked you home, talked to you, and helped you settle in. Maybe I could have explained it to you, maybe you would have let me clean you off, maybe we could have had a better start” he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours.

You did not pull away or shy back, instead you leaned in more, nuzzling against him the same way he had nuzzled you the other week. He placed his hand on the back of your head and held you close against him.

“I take it that means you want to stay?” you could hear the relief in his voice when he asked.

You placed your hand on the back of his head and gently pulled him a little closer, unable to really find words but hoping that it was enough.

“You really do not know how happy I am that you still want to be here. Now, I did promise you some answers” he said as he pulled back, “I want you to understand me because I think it will help you be more comfortable”.

“Your common, why are you always so formal?” you asked.

“My common? It is my fourth language, and that also not the sort of question I meant, I think you know that. We can talk about my common later, I promise”.

You had questions for sure, but you had done such a good job of pushing everything down. The worst of the anger you had at him for dragging you to Tsov’ka’s shrine without warning was gone, the fear of Tsov’ka was not though.

“What exactly is Tsov’ka god of?” you asked.

“The shadows, the night, darkness in general, but I think my understanding of it is different than yours” he said.

By now you had finished cleaning his face and had moved on to wiping off his tusks, though the blood had dried into the carvings on them and was proving to be difficult to clean off.

“Then tell me your understanding of it then” you said.

He let out a low hum before speaking, “The shadows give protection, a safe place to hide, there’s also a comfort in the stillness of the night. And you cannot have shadows without light, they are not opposites, they are more intertwined than that, if that makes sense”.

It did not make much sense to you, but you wanted to trust him. The Light was warmth and protection, the Shadows were the opposite, though looking at Zen’jan it was getting harder to accept that the Shadows were as simple as you were taught.

“So, what is an avatar of a god anyways?” you asked.

“Someone chosen by that god to wield their power at times. Having avatars strengthens a god’s influence here in the physical realm, lets their power interact more directly with this world and reinforces their ties with it, and their chosen gets the benefit of that power time to time”.

“But what does that actually mean? What did you actually do at the camp?”

“Are you sure that is what you want to know?” he asked.

“Yes”

“Tsov’ka takes many forms, but mostly appears as a great black jungle cat. He allows his avatars to take his form and be one with the shadows, to fight with fang and claw but be as intangible as the darkness itself”.

The horrid snarling and growling you heard at the camp made more sense now, it had sent chills down your spine but you supposed a great beast made of the shadows would have that effect on most people.

“Do you always fight like that?” you asked.

“No, almost never. It is exhausting and pulls you more into the Nothingness each time. Mortal souls are not meant to be in the Nothingness, only this realm or Reli’s, to be pulled fully into it would pull your soul apart entirely”.

The weight of the situation was setting in, the level of sacrifice he was willing to accept if necessary. Tsov’ka and the Shadows still made you uncomfortable, but undeniably Zen’jan was a good man.

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged on tightly. He had made mistakes, so had you, but even after you screamed at him in fear, even after how hurt he looked when you yelled at him he still risked himself to protect you. He still thought of you before thinking of himself.

You did not choose him, you would have never gotten to choose who you were with anyways, but you got the feeling you were doing much better here with Zen’jan than with any of the upstart naval officers your kingdom had to offer.

Part 10

[shirefantasies]

Things You Do Together- Thorin's Company

You love reading stories, as does Balin; thus, you often take turns each night reciting old wonders to each other, perhaps even the folk tales of your own culture. Sometimes he reaches over and turns the page for you as you get lost in the tale, imagining yourself in the characters' shoes or pondering the outcome of an unfamiliar suspenseful story.

Dwalin has a deep-down love for anything domestic, thus his heart goes out to you when you invite him to bake together. He loves being the first to try whatever you make, the way it becomes second nature to move around each other in the kitchen, even doing the tasks which are your least favorite part to lighten your load! If you truly are in private, he will tell you that you are the greatest treat of it all.

Thorin takes an interest in your interest. You’ve been whittling for some time, but one day you catch the king peeking over your shoulder and, giggling, invite him to join you. His carvings, though not expert, depict far more regal subjects than the simple sights of nature you attempt to capture, but both his traditional dwarven effigy and your merry robin sit atop the same shelf together at completion.

Gardening is something Oin joins you in once you get settled, whether it’s potting plants within the great mountain itself or finding a patch outside of Dale. Such is a perfect activity for him to start an herb garden and help you keep up tending the soil. He knows a slew of tricks to keep it healthy and makes even tasks like weeding more enjoyable with his company.

Gloin teaches you every tavern game in the book and all the ways they try to throw them, too. So proud is he as you start out-gaming even the older members of the company, remembering all the tells Gloin spilled to you and imitated, making you laugh nonstop! You always tell him that no matter what, though, he is your favorite to play with, teasingly supposing he just throws the dice the best.

Bifur teaches you how to polish stones, even cut them yourself. The process is quite difficult at first, but seeing the way your eyes lit up at your craft was worth it. You keep a box to house most of your stone collection, but a few of the cut ones that turned out well seem to go missing until Bifur surprises you with jewelry made from them!

A lover of music, Bofur is over the moon teaching you how to play his flute or otherwise learning a new instrument with you! You get a laugh at how the sour notes of learning sound and even play wrong on purpose just for the joke. Progress makes him proud, though, and he always says you two could be in a band in no time!

Bombur loves building things for the children, the sight never failing to bring a smile to your face. You join him in repair of their roundabout, a bit awed at the confidence with which the quiet dwarf works. Once the children arrive and he lights up, you smile and rest a loving hand upon his shoulder- you can see exactly from where he derives his strength and focus.

Dori learns to crochet with you, having seen his brother do something similar. But with you, you make little dolls, trinkets that remind him of his toymaker friends. More than that, though, he adores more intricate patterns. They may be more difficult, but all the more beautiful if he can actually manage them! Gushes over your work even if he thinks his isn’t good.

Typically Nori hides the fact that his eldest brother forced him to learn to sew, planning to take that fact to his grave, but one day the gears turn within his mind. He could make you something rather fetching, after all. Suddenly you become his real-life model as he chooses the cut and color he’s always wanted to see you in, barely able to keep his hands off you during the pinning.

Ori would love learning languages with you, whether they are native tongues to you or you pair learning together, creating a bond and a secret way to talk just the two of you. He especially loves learning a new character system to write in, it's like a code! Soon you two are always passing messages back and forth, chatting about anything you want unabashedly, and giggling to each other.

If you delight in dancing, Fili adores learning every move with you, hands taking yours or sliding over your hips with a teasing wiggle of his eyebrows. His blue eyes will be locked on yours with every move, even if the steps require you to separate his gaze will search for you again.

Kili is fascinated by your writing. The fact that tales spring into your mind upon the hearing of a song or even endurance of pain amazes him beyond all else. Sometimes he puts a hand on either side of your head and says he wants to absorb your thoughts with a teasing smile. Kili has endless questions, though, about your stories, truly your biggest fan and supporter hanging on the edge of your every word.

Reading maps. Bilbo has countless in his study, old and new, that he likes to pore over and scour for new details. You join him out of natural curiosity one day, but as his hands pass over the delicately drawn features you find yourself falling in love. Well, and with the maps, too. It is amazing to think how far you both have traveled in your days when you see the whole world lain before you.

[aphroditelovesu]

Would you do [💝] for a rhaenyra x reader x daemon please?

❝💝❞ - ‘’I have a gift for you. Open it, it's the heart of the one who dared to flirt with you.’’

tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, murder, slight description of murder, blood, dubious gifts, incest (?) and polyamorous relationship.

Were you lying in your room that you shared with your lovers? Maybe, you weren't exactly sure what the three of you were. Maybe husband, wife and husband/wife? It's a little tricky being married to two people at the same time.

But the correct term would be that you were married, although Westeros policy does not allow polygamy, you were married in a traditional valyrian ceremony where polygamy was allowed. In the eyes of some this marriage is invalid and outrageous, but for others, normal and valid.

This whole thing was exhausting at times. You are often grateful to be married to the one you love, but sometimes you just want to run away when their overwhelming and possessive behavior becomes too much to handle.

Sometimes you wish you could feel the freedom you had before you met them. You wish you had enjoyed it more, but instead, here you are, lying bored in your room.

"How boring." You grumbled, finally working up the courage to get up and decide to walk around Dragonstone for a bit. You were at least allowed to roam this place because Daemon and Rhaenyra know you're safe here.

The walk through Dragonstone was quite peaceful, you were greeted by some people who were surprised to see you unaccompanied. It wasn't common, but you just smiled and answered them politely. You finally made it out of the castle and outside, getting a breath of fresh air for the first time in a while. The weather looked good and you were sure you wouldn't have any problems if you moved away a little.

Too bad you were wrong.

It was fun out here, you thought. You were so distracted that you didn't notice someone approaching you and when they touched your shoulder, you looked back scared, but you calmed down when you saw who it was. You recognized him as one of the guards you talked to sometimes.

"What are you doing here, lady/lord (Y/N)? They won't be happy to hear about this." The guard spoke, looking at you softly and kindly. You smiled.

"Just getting some fresh air. Don't worry, Ser Arthur. They won't mind." Or at least you hoped they weren't.

He didn't look very convinced, but he smiled politely at you.

"If you think so, then I'll leave you alone. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me."

"Of course, don't worry." And with a quick wave, he bid you farewell.

You've spent a few hours outside the castle, just taking your time and enjoying your own company. You only came back because you were informed that Daemon and Rhaenyra had asked for your presence and they seemed impatient about something.

You took a deep breath, before finally entering the room they were in. Daemon and Rhaenyra instantly turned when they heard you approach and smiled.

"(Y/N)!" Rhaenyra called you, approaching you and hugging you tightly. "Are you alright?"

She looked worried, but you didn't understand why exactly.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. What happened?" She stopped hugging you, but stayed by your side.

Daemon approached you with a sneer and it worried you. And your concern increased even more after seeing a sizable box in his hands.

"What is it?" You asked, even though you weren't sure you wanted to know the answer.

"Oh. That? I have a gift for you. Well, why don't you find out what it's?" He looked at you with determination in his eyes, holding out his arm so you could take the box.

"Come on, (Y/N)! Open it, it's the heart of the one who dared to flirt with you." Rhaenyra smirked, exchanging knowing glances with Daemon.

You started hesitantly to open the box upon hearing her answer and when you saw what was inside you felt sick.

What the fuck was this? Is this some kind of sick joke?

Why the hell was a heart, you assume, human being in that box.

"You liked it?" Daemon questioned, kissing your cheek lightly. "It wasn't easy killing him, you see? He was strong enough and determined to live, but I am stronger and my desire for you won out." He whispered in your ear.

"Why? Who?" Were the only words you managed to say, still in shock. But maybe you shouldn't be surprised, this wasn't exactly the first time you've received a gift like this because of the jealousy of your loves.

But now it didn't make sense. Nobody had flirted with you. At least that's what you remembered.

"You know damn well it was, love." Rhaenyra answered seriously. "None of this would have happened if you had decided to stay here. You brought this on yourself."

You thought for a moment, the only person you actually had a small talk with today was... Ser Arthur Crain.

"He didn't do anything wrong!" You tried to defend him, even though it was too late.

"Oh, he did. He committed a serious crime." Daemon responded coldly. "He dared to flirt with what didn't belong to him. He dug his own grave for it."

"Ser Arthur-" You were suddenly cut off after being grabbed by Daemon and slammed against a nearby wall.

"Don't say his name." He snarled, furious. Rhaenyra also looked upset, but she tried to remain calmer.

"Daemon, let them go." She said and, hesitantly, Daemon released you.

"You are ours, (Y/N), just as we are yours. We belong together and he, Ser Arthur Crain, tried to take you from us and that we cannot forgive." Rhaenyra spoke, approaching your figure and kissed you gently.

"But he didn't flirt with me..."

"No? We heard what the witnesses said and you were smiling with him, right?" You didn't deny it. "And it shows he wanted you." Daemon replied, laying his head against yours.

"But no one will ever take you away from us." He growled, turning your head and kissing you hard. You moaned into the kiss and when you broke apart you took a deep breath.

"For you are ours and we are yours. Forever." Rhaenyra said, kissing you again.

You knew that they were already crazy about you and that they didn't hesitate to kill for you, but you didn't expect that a simple short and friendly conversation would turn into what you imagined has been a cruel murder.

You shuddered in the possessive grip of your loves. That was the cruel truth of your relationship, no one was safe from Daemon and Rhaenyra, not even you. There's no getting out of it.

You are stuck with them forever.

[bonzos-number-1-fan]

What R# Means: The ABC's of Fear.

The grading system used by the OIAR is one of TMAGP's more central mysteries. The show is rife with administrative work that's obfuscated even to the employees that assign each case's rating.

I have my own theory about DPHW that I think is proving more and more likely each episode, but as of yet I don't think a comprehensive theory on CAT# or R# has been given. CAT# is still proving a hard to crack but I now think I can take a strong stab at the meaning behind R#.

Spoilers for TMAGP 1-7 below the cut.

For the people who aren't keeping close track of this I'll break down how those terms are used. Each incident the OIAR assesses is assigned a case number in the following format CAT#R#DPHW. CAT, short for Category, is assigned a value of 1, 2, 3, or any combination of those three digits (12, 13, etc.). R, short for Rank, are graded C, BC, B, AB, A, or S (potentially AS but it's not come up). For DPHW each letter is a category itself and replaced with a digit from 0-9 for its grading. So there are 6 separate statistics that the OIAR uses to assess each incident.

If I'm correct about DPHW it's a ranking based on the qualities the incident presents. That's obviously very valuable information. Because of how CAT# is formatted we know it's likely three non-mutually exclusive facets. I had some idea about what it could be but it's proving quite tricky to nail down.

However it's R# that is the topic of today's post and it's something I've had a few ideas on before. We know can assume from its formatting it's a linear scale. C is the "worst/weakest/etc." while S is the "best/strongest/etc.". Initially, I thought that R# was simply a straight forward ranking of potency or threat. Higher the rank, spookier the incident. Very early on that seemed like a strong idea. It was quickly disproven but I then had the idea that Rank was instead the scale of the effect. Higher the rank, wider the incident. Also quickly disproven.

Now I'm thinking it's graded on how hard it is to deny an incident's supernatural nature. Simply put, an outside observer can more readily find a believable rational explanation for an incident of lower rank than of higher rank. Either via their own conviction to believe the supernatural isn't real, or based on the story the OIAR cooks up to explain it.

For that to make sense it needs to tick two boxes. It needs to be able to be pre-assigned to an incident as all CAT#R#DPHW's seem to be, and it needs to be useful information to track. As they're operating under the assumption that CAT#R#DPHW's can be pre-assigned then they're operating under the assumption that each type of incident is relatively stable. Meaning that the likelihood that it can be rationally explained is also relatively stable. Tick 1. There is also a really strong reason for the OIAR to use this as a grade. They're the Office of Incident Assessment and Response, the Response Department might be dead but it was a part of the initial plan. Grading each incident on how likely they are to cause concern should the details go public is very useful for deciding how to approach any given case. Tick 2.

It being useful is all well and good but it does also need to have some evidence so let's look at our highest ranked incident to this point: CAT23RAB2155 - Transformation (Eye) -/- Trespass. A man grew eyes over his body. That's pretty tricky to explain away as a medical mystery. On the other end of the scale we've got CAT2RC1157 - Dolls (Watching), or CAT2RC3338 -Agglomeration (Miscellany) -/- Congregation†. Just a creepy doll and some crappy antiques. I think of all the incidents the one that's the least immediate fit is CAT3C7494 - Collection (Blood) -/- Musical. Most of that incident is very easy to slot in here. "It's just a violin that has sharp strings, so what?". But it's also a violin that made some people eat some other people. However, mass hysteria events do get reported every so often IRL and do have a very long history. So in the grand scheme of things I don't think the details of the event are necessarily all that outlandish. It's really in the realms of urban legend and witch hunts than it is definitive proof of the supernatural.

With all that out the way this is the broad strokes of how I could see this breaking down. C ranks are things you can entirely write off as urban legends, freak accidents, and stress. Potentially things that might not need any covering up at all. I think the majority of events people could entirely say didn't happen will end up in C. "Of course the doll wasn't watching you, dolls aren't alive". B ranks are things that are harder to entirely discount as things that happened but are themselves still relatively easy to excuse as mundane. "Sure, the circumstances of that blogger's disappearance are strange but people go missing all the time, doesn't mean a monster did it". We don't have any A ranks but given the AB rank we do have I'd say A's are things in which no rational explanation can account for it, and as such require more extensive covering up, if it indeed happened. "Okay, maybe the supernatural is real because people don't just grow eyes like that".

As I mentioned early, an S rank does exist. We've not seen this attributed to anything in the show yet and so it might prove to be a special case. However on Klaus' sheet‡ from the ARG it's attributed to an interesting incident. A CAT1RS[No DPHW] with the note Mr. B. And, well, if you know, you know.

From Klaus' sheet we also know that the higher ranked incidents happen less often than lower ones and that idea generally tracks with what we know of TMP and TMA. The supernatural tends to be something you can explain away. It often is explained away. Incredibly overt manifestations are a rarity.

This one will be a slow burn to see if it bears out. Much like with DPHW's it's only really interesting when things go against the theory. I'm not as certain on this one as I am the DPHW theory but I do think it's got legs with our current data.

† This did also feature people who seemed to erase their physical features from your memory after you interacted with them. This isn't something I mention in the theory because it's not taken into account by the header and case number. A major flaw in the OIAR's methodology here is that all incidents are only ever one thing. So the case number is based solely on the presence of lots of miscellaneous objects, rather than the mind-wiping people carrying them.

‡I have made an incident master doc here, containing all the current cases, their CAT#'s, R#'s, DPHW's, etc. It has about as much information on each as I think is reasonable, including who narrates it, a link to its episode, and any other relevant notes, as well as headers for incidents we didn't hear. Additionally it also contains the Klaus sheet (German and English) and links to it when an incident matches. It will be updated each episode after the episode is publicly available.

[aranarumei]

spoilers for ch 51 of sasaki to miyano so like. read at your own risk but oh my god I can’t stop thinking about the construction of this chapter. this volume in general actually bc harusono is a good writer and that means that when a chapter it’s something it’s actually a culmination of things. deep breath. okay.

so. a lot of volume 10 deals with these odd, wordless senses of jealousy from both sasaki and miyano. sasaki when he sees miyano and shirahama chatting after their chance encounter, and miyano when he sees sasaki and ugawa. I think it’s critical that these friendships are ones that catch their attention, because they’re both ones that develop outside of the context of sasaki and miyano’s high school relationship. shirahama makes an actual proper appearance in ch 41 and becomes a named character in ch 42–sasaki graduates in ch 39. ugawa, obviously, is sasaki’s university friend. so for these two people, seeing them represents this feeling of change and distance they haven’t quite grappled with.

but miyano does verbalize something in ch 51, and it’s that he’s selfish. that he wants to be the person making sasaki happy. that’s why it’s so important that he catches sasaki laughing because of ugawa. because we’ve established that sasaki’s often curt, often apathetic, and so it’s Only around miyano that he makes that 180 into total cute sweetness. but obviously that’s not how humans work, right? some of that warmth they share is going to bleed out. anyways. it’s no coincidence that miyano introspects with himself about the selfishness of relationships, of love, the same chapter that shirahama carries his boxes and tells him to go to the nurses’ office. runs before he can be thanked. offered his umbrella in previous chapters. made a blueprint for miyano’s clumsy hands.

it’s something potent, I think… the weird selflessness that’s almost easier in unrequital, and the way a relationship is not the same thing as love.

[pixeldistractions]

warnings: adult activities and conversation, pictures should be Tumblr-safe (we’ll see…), spice level 3/5 🌶️🌶️🌶️ 😇

He promised she wouldn’t hate this, so sometimes that meant he carried four jugs of water to fill the tank so she could have a luxurious hot shower. She appreciated that, and she would take care of him in return. She massaged his tired muscles, kneading all that tension, the powerful shoulders and hard-working back, and turned him into putty. Then when he was melted to her satisfaction and dozing off to sleep—she wasn’t quite done with him yet—she traced the shapes of his tattoo, spanning shoulder or shoulder.

“Did it hurt?”

“Heh, yeah. It took forever.”

“Does it still?”

“Not anymore.”

“Wait, though, it’s a compass,” she said. “But what good is a compass that you can’t see?”

He chuckled. “Didn’t think of that. Maybe it’s not for me.”

“Who’s it for then?”

“You’re the only one who sees it, so I guess it’s for you.”

“Are you saying I’m lost?”

“No. Not anymore. You have a compass now.”

She could see the corners of his lips, grinning into the pillow.

“Hmm, that’s very suave, mister.”

“We’re gonna pretend I planned it that way.”

She tugged on his body until he rolled over, so she could straddle his front instead, then she leaned down to kiss him.

The close confines of their camper called for some romantic experimentation, but that wasn’t a bad thing. Jordan thrived on variety and the millions of ways and places he could cherish her body. He spoiled her with it. In the cab of the camper, window covers on, lean the seats way way back. A blanket under the stars, rolled up together into a frenzy. Save the moans for outside, though you might scare the wildlife. That could be fun, too. In the deep woods with only the nocturnal creatures as their witness. Don’t be shy of the owls and raccoons. They don’t care, they’re naked, too. A campfire crackling. Shirts kept on, or loosened, or scrunched up in a tangle. A wool blanket draped over her back and slowly falling off with each rock and sway. November brought a harsh chill to the nights, but they were always too hot together to ever feel the cold.

Or, just as often, inside, in their bed. So they devised some tricks, battery powered fans for noise, a makeshift wall made of pallet scrap, a haphazard door cut and fit from more scraps. It closed and locked; that was all that mattered. A carefully placed toy that would rattle when little feet crept out of bed. Keep it slow and rhythmic, so so sweet. Hush now, only whispers and sighs, muffled passions, bit lips, covered moans. Don’t rock the camper.

Another experiment, one that caused some mixed anxieties but was just as exciting, they’d been talking about skin to skin. Maria had been on her new birth control for a full cycle now. She was sure it was the right one this time. Double, triple checked.

“I want to feel you,” she said, “not a rubber bag.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, very sure,” she said, sliding herself over him, up and down and around him, just waiting for the go-ahead to push him deep inside.

“I’m just saying, the last time I did this, someone got knocked up with twins.”

“I won’t get pregnant. Not tonight, anyway.”

“Wow. Okay. Yes.”

And that was all she needed.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned.

“I’m gonna need you to last more than two minutes.”

He was already far beyond words, so she got straight to work. She moved herself on him purposefully, hitting all her right spots while keeping it slow and steady, watching his face melt with pleasure, slowing him down and trying her best to beat him to the finish line because this was going to be a race. She would win, but it might be close.

The camper rocked, for sure.

— “boxes and squares #5.1: live the fairytale” (7/10)

previously: Jordan is super careful and Maria is irresponsible

notes: this isn’t just frivolous smut, by the way. (Not that I would ever be above writing such a thing!) We are heading into some important character development in the next piece. Also not meant to be foreboding. She really did double-triple check her birth control this time! It’s like 99% effective or something…

Next -> // 5.1 start // index

[muffinsin]

So, random thought, but do you think the Dimi girls keep certain possessions from their victims? I keep thinking of Alcina's line, the one about her girls entertaining foreigners.

Especially if their victims were from outside the village with more modern items in their possession, what do you think the sisters would keep? Do they share their collection with each other? Hide them from their mother?

Personally, I think Bela would find the camera feature in smartphones fascinating. Maybe Cassandra would have a whole stash of swiss army knives, and I can see Daniela keeping little trinkets like charms or keychains.

🩵, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ anon

Oh my, I have some thoughts on this!👀

Let’s get into it :)

Masterlists

Bela

She often searches the bodies before disposing of them. Often enough, nothing valuable to her is found on them. Just rocks and dirt, dried blood and what not

Often, she finds some sort of weapon. Usually knives

And while Bela isn’t interested in those, she always takes them and gifts them to Cassandra, who purrs happily each time her older sister swarms into her room and approaches her after a kill

She knows, a gift is waiting for her! And she purrs eagerly as she receives the weapon with a kiss to her forehead

Sometimes, though, Bela finds somewhat rare treasures on her victims

Her favourite finds are jewellery

She always pockets rings and necklaces and is often seen wearing them, even

Bela’s favourite pieces are a silver ring with a red gemstone embedded in it. Along the side are marks and make the steel look almost snake-like

Now, Bela is painfully used to sharing among her sisters. Whether it’s clothing, her items or her room as a whole, more often than not it feels like nothing is truly only hers

This isn’t any different. But she doesn’t necessarily mind

Asides from the ring, she shares all the jewellery with her sisters

While Cassandra doesn’t know interest, Bela occasionally finds her youngest sister digging through the small, wooden box of her plundered jewellery

Usually, to complete her daily look. Bela is happy to help in exchange for the promise that Daniela will try not to cause havoc for a little while

At other times, she can tell her little sister is trying to play dress up using her dresses and Bela’s jewellery

Then, should time permit it, she helps her choose what she wants and even joins in occasionally

As it comes to their mother- well, she is entirely aware of the trio pickpocketing their prey

She picks up on it, naturally, when she finds a necklace adorning her eldest’s neck one day

At first, she is enraged. Has someone dared make moves on her heiress?! Has someone been wooing her precious daughter without her consent nor knowledge?! Fool! No one could ever be good enough!

She summons Bela to her side immediately, demanding to know where the necklace is from

She ponders already: it looks expensive enough, and Bela seems quite content with it. So perhaps this partner of hers isn’t such a bad choice after all

Only there is no partner

Alcina is relieved and disappointed at the same time upon learning that the fine piece of jewellery was just taken from the body belonging to one of Bela’s prey

She does insist all jewellery is cleaned before it is worn, though

Bela couldn’t agree more

Cassandra

She absolutely searches and loots bodies at every given opportunity

“What? I already killed them! I might as well rob them”, is her motto

And she takes- anything, really

There’s barely a thing that doesn’t take her pick

Cassandra is curious and eager, and always searches her prey’s body after drawing a last breath from it

Her favourite finds include weapons and things from the outside world

Often, she finds primitive weapons on her victims

Sharp stones and sticks, sharp kitchen knives or shards of glass

None of these take her interest really. It does make her giggle, though

Did these foolish things believe such weapons could serve them well? The thought amuses her

Sometimes, however, there are rare treasures found within the pockets of her prey

Cassandra loves going after the hunters because of this, even when Alcina scolds her for it. They nearly always carry some sort of fancy weapon with them!

Often, this is a dagger. She always picks those off them

Once, she has found a bow on them, and beautiful, black arrows in the bag her prey had carried

She was over the moons!

Another thing Cassandra considers a great find, is anything at all related to the outside world

She always races through the halls of the castle, her newest find clutched tightly between her fingers

Upon finding Alcina, she swarms in front of her eagerly, bouncing on her toes and holding up what she has in her hand

“Mama, what is it?”, she asks. She begs. She needs to know!

And Alcina? She always explains the items and answers her middle daughter’s seemingly endless questions

Her most prized possession? A camera, found in the pocket of a traveller that must have gotten lost in the woods

It took her many explanations and a demonstration from Alcina to believe what it is

The first time the flash blinded her, Cassandra automatically shrieked and swarmed in response. Her cheeks burned bright pink as her mother cooed and cupped her warm face in loving hands

She couldn’t help her reaction!

Still, from then on she keeps it in her room, hidden away. She’s only used it four more times

Once, to take a picture of her favorite pet, a maid that insulted her older sister and paid the price bitterly by becoming Cassandra’s plaything. The picture is gruesome, the edges soaked in blood. Cassandra loves it, and has it pinned to her wall

The second time she used her camera is on Bela

She can’t explain why, really

In one moment she admired how the flames of the fireplace seemed to reflect in her sister’s eyes, how their beautiful hue of colours danced and threw the light on Bela’s golden hair

How soft her skin looked, how pristine. A body worthy of a goddess. As an artist, Cassandra knew she had to capture this moment. She was in utter awe

In the next moment, a picture is snapped, starting both sisters

She only apologises quietly when scolding comes, yet can’t help but grin when Bela inspects the picture and her scolding turns to praises

“I’ve never looked better”

The third time, is to snap a picture of her younger sister

Having heard that Bela got a picture, of course Daniela wanted one too. Cassandra granted her one, with the condition that she must share half of her snacks each dinner. She grinned when Daniela, albeit groaning, agreed

And lastly, when she urged her sisters to stand next to her mother

All three stood a little confused, until Cassandra shyly held the camera out

Refusing to have a family picture without her fierce little bug, however, Alcina accidentally made the first ever selfie in the castle by holding the camera up and turning it enough to capture all four of them

The photo lies underneath Cassandra’s pillow. A secret only her family knows of. She loves to glance at it before sleeping

As it comes to sharing what she finds…it depends, really

When she finds rare weapons or things of the outside, Cassandra outright refuses to share them with anybody. She keeps them all hidden away in a secret stash in her room

However, she is more than willing to share any finds that don’t take her pick

Daniela

She barely checks her prey’s pockets. Not that she doesn’t want to. She just forgets about it, usually

However, she is the most likeliest of the sisters to find something that takes her pick

Daniela is a little bit of a magpie, if one believes the rumours

She loves shiny things. Often, she can’t help but snatch them

From- anywhere, really

Often she sat with a pouty expression as Bela scolded her and took back her rings

Or when Cassandra stood with her hand at her hip and a glare directed at her younger sister when she caught her try to sneak off with her collection of golden daggers again

Upon slaying her prey, Daniela loses interest fairly fast

She isn’t interested in playing with the corpse, and only devours parts if she’s feeling hungry

It’s mostly about the fun of killing, as it comes to her, really

And often her prey is simply left untouched

However, sometimes something catches her eye. Something shiny among the blood

That never fails to make her happy

Daniela loves to collect all kind of shiny things, and keeps them all in a big bowl in her room

Keys and keychains

Coins

Daggers

Jewellery

Gold or copper

Gemstones

Glittery surfaces

Small rocks that seem to sparkle in the sun

She can’t get enough!

Upon finding such a thing, she is incredibly eager to show it to everyone!

Often, Daniela swarms right into Bela’s bedroom with a new shiny item in her hand

“Look! Look at it! Bela!”

She’s giggling and purring in excitement, uncaring of barging in like that

Bela only sends her a smile, her attention having been fixed on a book that now only has a bookmark sticking out

“What is it?”, Daniela often asks. Often, she doesn’t recognise the shiny things she finds when they stem from the outside

She always counts on her eldest sister to know

Or when she swarms into the basement, her arms wrapping around Cassandra eagerly, uncaring of how her sister nearly impaled her with the scalpel held between her fingers

“Guess what I found!”

Cassandra too, pauses her work and snarls at her prey as Daniela presents her newest, shiny item

She hums, and laughs when she plucks the coin from her sister and the redhead gasps in disbelief

“That’s mine! I’m telling Mother!”

Or, when Alcina Dimitrescu finds herself woken up in the middle of the night, the form of her youngest daughter on top of her stomach as she rambles

“…I found four just like it! Isn’t it amazing? Mother? Mother, are you still awake? Oh, good! I also found this- Mother!”

She simply slips her eyes close again in such cases, her arm raising to tackle her energetic youngest and wrap her up in the blankets

Just as the room quietens down, however, and Alcina believes perhaps this time her little fly falls asleep right away, she hears a quiet whisper in the darkness:

“And then I found this thing too, Mama. It tastes odd”

[minheelovelee]

hi hi are reqs open? can i req nsfw a-z with taki? thank you have a good day!!! :3

hey! thanks for requesting anon!!! i appreciate u. reqs are always open, it’s just a matter of when i get to writing :))

nsfw a-z: taki

warnings: smut. 26 lovely headcanons.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- taki is the type to cage you in with his sweaty body and not let you go. give him a good five minutes to pant into your ear and kiss your hair. then he’s on board for aftercare. food, blankets, and entertainment are a must.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- he loves your shoulders. he always leaves hickies on them when he hits it from behind. your back, too. littered in nail marks and hickies <3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- he’s quite good at pulling out. usually he’ll cum on your tummy or back. he keeps a box of tissues on his nightstand so he can cum all over your body.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- secret/not-so-secret exhibitionist. he likes the idea of doing dirty things in front of others. he loves to rile you up and make your neediness apparent to his friends, before pulling you into his room without locking the door. you cheeks are flushed, thighs are pressed together, and eyes are watering before you even leave the room. some of them will try to ignore him because they feel guilty, the others watch intently so they have a memory to jerk off to tonight.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- realistically, he has no experience. he doesn’t strike me as a porn watcher. and i feel like he knows what to do when the time comes. he knows where to touch and how much pressure to apply. he once said finding the clit is easy because it looks like a break point in a boss fight.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- he really does love doggy. looking at your face while he fucks you is amazing, but the satisfaction of fucking you exactly how he likes is even better.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- he’s quite silly. he’s often giggling into your neck or smiling into your kisses. he just says weird things sometimes. like when he told you he was glad you had hair so he didn’t have to slap your bald head.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- i don’t think he shaves much. maybe just enough so it stays below the waistband. yuma once told him that shaving makes your dick look bigger, so he looked it up. then he saw bare penises and got sad.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- he’s not a particularly romantic individual. he has his moments for sure, but sex is more stress relief and fun for him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- maybe once every 7-8 days he’ll decide to get off. otherwise he saves it for sex with a partner.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- his stupid exhibitionism kink. he loves to be watched. he’s not crazy confident or prideful outside of the bedroom, but in bed he is such a little shit. he’s so cocky and loves to show off his partner. he thinks he bagged such a baddie, and it would be a crime to keep them all to himself.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- the living room. the idea of getting caught is such a turn on for him. he also likes the bedroom when the door is slightly cracked open.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- certain sights and sounds get him going. when you look like a mess with flushed cheeks and teary eyes. and when you make cute mewls or cry out for anything. that’s why he really likes to see you cry ;(

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- i don’t think he likes anything containing unorthodox bodily fluids.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- another thing that turns him on is eagerness. if you’re craving to suck his dick, he will love up on your so hard. even if he’s out of breath and so so sensitive. he loves getting head. especially in public.

he does like to give as well. against the wall is a big yes.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- it always seems like he’s racing against the clock. you’ll often have to tell him to slow down because he’s too eager with the first few strokes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- he’s so down. please pull him into a public bathroom and give him head. you will not be disappointed.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- he thinks risks are exciting. he loves to hear his own heart beat out of nervousness.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- he can go for hours, babe. he only cums 3 times, max. but he has the power to hold himself back for long periods of time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- he’s all for them. they wouldn’t be called toys if they weren’t fun to play with. i don’t think he would buy toys for himself, but he would for his partner. anything to make the experience more enjoyable.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- he’s such a tease. you really have to beg him to get your way. otherwise he uses power play to get what he wants.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- he doesn’t make that much noise. it’s a shame, really. he does like to dirty talk, though.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- he loves making fun of jo. even though jo is older, he lets taki push him around. taki is always asking him stupid questions about sex and trying to push his own girlfriend onto him. he’s so annoying please leave jo alone!!!

(i once read a cute fic where taki fucked his gf in the same room as sleepy jo or ej. i can’t find it now :((( )

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- average. 5 inches and some change on almost any given day. he’s a little thicker than most, too.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- higher than you would think. he’s such a sweet boy with a cute smile, but he’s secretly a freak. he’ll fuck every day if you ask.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- he’s good about staying awake. he sleeps when you sleep. he wants to hold you in his arms for the better part of an hour before he can close his eyes for the night.

[spliffywhiffy]

Ranking all 17 models least smelliest to smelliest

@Spiritualsole @Lajana_48 @Ennies.cutie.toes @anas_sockss @bebe_darling666 @Feet_of_me2 @Cecelarue @Gretacutefeet @Ditteslegsandfeet @Secretlysmellingsusan @Madsoles_2 @Dirtyambre @sophiamaturefeet @Aryafootgoddess @Beebinksy @Elsa_wang5200 @Candycrushsoless

Here are all the models that have taken part smothering the poor slaves so far. Some models have had different routes and others have their eyes set on other slaves. This is the list of all the models from least smelliest to smelliest. But please. Don’t think they’re all weak. None are. It’s just the worst are SUPER bad.

17

We have SpiritualSole. Not taken part in too much but trust when I say that Arizona heat makes her feet bad! She has no issue stinking up a room.

16

We have Belle. A model with chunkier feet but also not been involved in too much. She is one of the shyer ones but will not hesitate to smother you. Sweats easily in shoes so often bare foot.

15

Sabine. The first mature model on the list. This German punk loves a concert and adores the outside life. More importantly. Loves her smother boxes and loves the colour red. Don’t fuck her off. She’ll stink you out

14

Ennie. One of the newer models on the list and one of the more thicker foot models. So thick she could easily drown someone under her feet. Quite often found in heels that make her feet quite a chore to deal with.

13

Annie. Probably one of the sweatiest girls on here. She loves her nylons and will almost definitely bring a tear to someone’s eye. Has potential to be one of the smelliest but she just doesn’t push herself as much as the others.

12

Feetofme. Our next mature model. Probably the most wrinkly of all of them and larger in size. Also adores a smother box. She could quite happily listen to the bangs for air all day. Be careful of her unwashed sweat rag.

11

Cece. One of the newest models here. Also near the top 10. Fuck! For a slim girl she has some chunky feet. Loves when their victims beg for air. Often bare in her goth shoes and often described as cheesy footed.

10

Greta. Used to be just a model. Now a Domme expert. Often partnered with Arya which makes for a deadly duo! Loves her pedicures and enjoys the power over a man slave.

9

Ditte. Getting into the gritty stuff now. Ditte loves her nylons and has a huge foot size. Can get her feet pretty damn nasty and nothing pleases her more than smothering her roommate. Her feet are not for everyone as she is heavily calloused and tattooed.

8

Susan. Another newer model but holy shit. Her feet reek!! Used to go by the name of murder. Good reason too. I am certain she she tried to kill people just using her odour. Don’t think you’ll get mouth breaths with her.

7

Sophia. Mature model Sophia to put it bluntly. She just stinks. Especially after being in heels. Cece is cheesy but not as cheesy as Sophia. Smother box guy was nearly sick because of Sophia.

6

Arya. Gretas companion nearly in top 5. Another model who chose the domme life. What makes her worse? Her sheer size and ability to sweat. When her toes wrap around your nose. You aren’t going anywhere. You better hope you can break free.

5

Amber. Also known as dirtyambre. It’s in the name. You do not want to go near her socks. They are ghastly. Almost sickening. Her one goal is to cause misery.

4

Maddy. Yeah speaking of thick soles. Maddy is up there. Also with a giant foot size and her insane stink ability. Good luck with her. The only advice I got is don’t make her angry. She will kill you.

3

Bee. Another newer model but she is prepared to cause hell. She will force you against your will. She will make you cry and she will laugh. Begging doesn’t get you out. Nothing does. She just wants to make you suffer.

2

Elsa. Only been in one session so far. Probably for the best. Look at that foot! She smells and she knows she does. Wears a face mask to protect her from her own feet at the expense of others. Can stink up an entire house.

1

Candycrush. The absolute smelliest. The absolute deadliest. She loves her own feet smell and forces others to take it. Wrinkly feet, Sweaty feet, giant feet, stinky feet. She has it all and she will give it all. No safe words ever. Never session with her. Stay away.

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Living with Leon NSFW headcanons

the anon who requested this is not only a genius and a sweetheart, but also super hot (don’t ask me how i know this, they just are)

sfw part 1 here

just a lot of gn! ambiguous genitals! reader getting dicked down by leon all about the house. wholesome stuff really.

NSFW under the cut

You thought you knew what Leon’s sex drive was

All the sexts, spicy videocalls, the multiple rounds you’d go for when one of you stayed over, the quickies in Wyndon Stadium etc

Turns out, you weren’t even close

He’d barely put the first box of your stuff down in his sitting room before you were bent over the couch with him deep inside you

Look, you can’t blame Leon

He just loves you so much

And he thinks you’re so goddamn sexy

Suddenly he has way more access to you and your beautiful body

All the excitement at the prospect of living together, and all those missed moments just get to him

Of course he is going to take full advantage of this situation (while obvs respecting your boundaries)

Luckily, you are more than pleased with this arrangement

Say it with me my friends

QUICKIES

You two have it down to a fine fucking art

Like literally, you have the timing perfect

You both get orgasms and a good fuck in, but still enough time to fix yourselves up and arrive on time for work

Well, you are on time

He keeps getting lost on the way rip

Hands often start wandering over shirts and under waistbands when you’re cuddling on the couch and the movie you’re watching just isn’t it

Or if you unintentionally or intentionally grind against his dick while getting comfy on his lap

SO

We know Leon’s shower is really fancy right?

Well, I neglected to mention in the first post that it has steps, and handles, and non-slip surfaces

And alongside his hair and bodywash stuff, he has a bottle of water-resistant lube

You often delight in feeling each other up, if not just straight up fucking under the luscious heat and pressure of the water

You definitely make use of the jets in the shower and bath

“Can I wash you back?” and your ass and your chest and your junk

And if somehow you make it out of the bathroom without ending up with him inside you

You’ll probably end up sandwiched between him and the bedroom wall anyways, towels on the floor

Outside of the house, Leon is a fashion disaster

Inside the house though, he doesn’t even wear enough clothes for it to be considered an outfit worth scrutinizing

Okay that’s not totally true, he does sometimes wear a shirt that is definitely very tight on his muscles

But mostly, especially after showering, he’s shirtless

In loose shorts

Or grey sweatpants 👀

You…. you don’t wear much either

Usually one of his shirts (which tends to be quite big on you)

And sometimes you wear shorts or leggings with it, but only sometimes

It’s for easy access really

Which is good because we all know how Lee gets when you’re wearing his clothes

Gentle morning sex is common 

Particularly on his days/morning off

Where he can really spend time holding you, kissing you, caressing you, making love to you

And then cuddle you afterwards, drifting off to sleep again

Because you're both so sleepy during this, it can often lead to unintentional cockwarming

He just gets too sleepy to move for a bit

And too caught up in how perfect and warm and snug you are around him

Not that you mind, because he feels so wonderful against your body, and so amazing and big inside you

Just because you're living together doesn't mean the sexting stops

And I don't just mean when one of you is away from home

Like, you'll just be chilling on the couch in the sitting room

When your phone lights up with a notification from Leon

Which is just a mirror selfie of him in the bathroom, glistening from his workout, in just a low slung towel and a sultry expression

With "🚿?" as the caption

You two have fucked in every room of the penthouse

Except Hop's room ofc

And have made use of basically every surface

The mirrored walls in his gym are 👌