#it should not be allowed. to be a cool person and smart. i think.

[bachissidehoe]

in which you're Reo's princess, and Nagi's his treasure. (w.c. 1049)

At first, you found it strange the way Nagi Seishiro would so casually throw his arm around your shoulder and hold you close to his chest. You were Reo’s girlfriend, after all. The girlfriend of his best friend.

“What are you playing?”

He sighed. “It would be a hassle to explain. You can watch though.”

And you did. You sat next to him on the couch, forcing your gaze past his toned muscles and shaggy, tangled hair to watch his little mobile game.

“Come here. It’s hard to play when you’re leaning on my arm.”

And he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side so he could access his screen better. Apparently, this position made him more mobile.

You were flushed. You didn’t think something like this would be allowed. You were nestled into the gorgeous, soft body of your boyfriend’s best friend.

“Oh cute! My princess and my treasure.”

That’s all Reo had said when he saw you. It surprised you, to say the least.

But it’s not like you were complaining. Where lying on Reo’s chest was warm, Nagi’s was cool. Where Reo was obvious with his praise, Nagi was nonchalant. You found yourself wanting the affection of both of them, in a weird way.

And it started to be less surprising when Nagi asked to hold you. In fact, you started to hope he would.

“Your thighs are soft, like pillows. I need a nap.”

And Nagi collapsed, right there on your thighs, letting his eyes flutter shut. So calm.

“Aren’t they?” Reo agreed from the opposite couch, encouraging the physicality.

What the two didn’t notice was how you shifted in your seat, affected by the warm breaths that dusted your inner thighs. It wouldn’t be comfortable for the snowy haired boy to sleep in a puddle, so you held on for dear life, your hands clenched around the fabric of the couch rather than tangled in his messy hair.

You hadn’t realized the effect Nagi Seishiro really had on you. How his subtle, casual affection had trained you to become a secret mess for him. For your boyfriend’s best friend.

But Reo- your smart, charismatic, beautiful boyfriend- he had realized. In fact, he’d been encouraging this for a reason.

“You’re bothered, aren’t you princess?”

For a moment you thought you may be in trouble. It’s wrong to get turned on by your boyfriend’s best friend. But the look on Reo’s face, the devious smirk, said otherwise.

So you nodded.

“How cute.” He moved to hover over you, Nagi still restful on your thighs. “My princess and my treasure get along so well.”

It became pretty obvious what your boyfriend wanted after that. You just didn't realize how you didn't notice it before. The way he looked at Nagi. The way he encouraged you two. He wanted Nagi just as badly as you did.

The burning growing between your thighs wasn't enough for just Reo to satisfy anymore. And he knew that.

"Princess, hm? That what you want me to call her too, Reo?" Nagi mumbled, his groggy eyes opening just enough to look up at your flushed face.

"You should." Reo pulled Nagi upward by his shirt, removing him from the comfortable spot he created on your thighs.

Nagi complained the whole way up, of course, he was never one to enjoy being forced out of a cozy position.

"You should also let her ride you." Reo smirked, bringing Nagi's face close to his, nearly touching his lips.

You gulped.

But Nagi Seishiro was less than nervous, the nonchalant type of person he was. He only glanced back at you, not struggling at all under your boyfriend's tight hold on his shirt.

"Yeah fine." Nagi agreed.

It was hard for you to tell whether Nagi really wanted to fuck you, whether he was interested in you at all or if he wanted to shut Reo up. But as it turned out, Nagi Seishiro was stubborn and ruthless. He wanted you just as badly, his cock constantly straining against his shorts whenever you were close to him, wanting any excuse to stuff his face into your pretty thighs. But he'd never admit it.

Not until you were bouncing on his thick cock, mouth hung open and hands relentlessly tugging on his hair. Right there on that couch. With your wet cunt soaking him, your movements squeezing juices into a messy coating for Nagi's bare thighs.

That's when Nagi Seishiro decided to be honest. "Fuck, I needed you. Fuck~ yes I need~ ah-"

And Reo couldn't have been happier about the beautiful scene he created. "You don't mind, hm? Can't expect me to just watch." He lined up behind you, letting his familiar, flushed tip plunge into the depths of your unused hole, forcing you to lean forward onto Nagi's chest.

"I'll get ya both off. Fuck~" Reo spat, his thrusts creating the friction both you and Nagi so desperately craved, your heavy breaths mixing into each other in the small space between you.

And you kissed him, because you couldn't help it. Your sloppy, drooly lips pressed to Nagi's in a desperate display of hunger.

As it turned out, Reo had been thinking about this for a long time. Longer than you had. Longer than the stubborn Nagi Seishiro had.

He rocked his hips in perfect rhythm, your cunt sliding and squeezing around Nagi's perfect cock while your ass was lubed and stuffed by your pretty boyfriend.

Reo was right about getting you both off, too. It took him practically no time, with your clit rubbing against Nagi's skin and the friction forcing Nagi's tip into your g-spot over and over again, it wasn't difficult. But that didn't matter to Reo, he never specified how many times he expected to get you two off. And it became clear very quickly that once wasn't enough for him.

He'd been holding back his desires for too long, he deserved to see you shaking, tears streaming down your face, cum dripping from all your holes. He deserved to see Nagi fucked out, hair sticking to his forehead, arms wrapped around you and lips attached to your bruised neck.

Your boyfriend deserved that much. After how long you made him wait to fuck his princess and his treasure.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Don't save me.

Pairing: Geum Seongje x reader.

Summary: People told you that he was dangerous. A wild card. Not to be trusted. The redist red flag but didn't they know you're colorblind for him?

Warning: Toxic relationship, Bullying, Violence, Cheating?Arguing, Verbal abuse, Choking, Cream pie, P in v, Dirty talk, Plot with Smut?

You can't recall the last time you felt truly and undeniably happy. It has been so long since you laughed so hard that your stomach ached or smiled so broadly that your cheeks hurt. It's been a while since you experienced that exhilarating feeling of euphoria.

Middle school, you think.

Faint memories of laughter and jokes circulating, untouched lunches, and that once warm sensation. High school. Little you thought how cool and wonderful it would be.

What a load of bullshit.

A pained grunt escaped your clenched teeth as a strong kick to your stomach sent your body crashing against the steel gray lockers. Your head struck hard against the metal, and your body crumpled to the floor.

"Are you going to open that smart-ass mouth again, or should I just keep going?" Ha-yoon's makeup-caked face sneered. You didn't know why you snorted back a chuckle nor why a small, sarcastic smile had crept onto your lips.

"You think this is funny?" she screeched, her hand rearing back.

"Ha-yoon, cut it out," Eun-kyung's angelic voice said as her dark eyes finally glanced up from her manicured nails. She pushed off the wall, and Ha-yoon backed away immediately.

'Just like a loyal puppy. Obeying her Mistress's order'

Eun-Kyung sighed through her nose like she was tired of wasting her time. She squatted down, allowing her silky raven hair, which was pulled into a ponytail, to fall over her shoulder. With her elbows resting against her thighs and her cheek resting on the ball of her fist, she gazed at you with a look of boredom and disinterest.

"You're fucking pathetic when you run that mouth. It almost seems you like pissing me off." Rage flicked through her irises as she quickly grabbed your hair and slammed your head against the lockers. "Unless cunt!" She yelled and slammed your head again, harder.

Your vision blurred and your ears rang. Black surrounded the edge of your vision before you passed out. Cruel laughter and fading footsteps were the last thing you heard.

When you came too and began to walk to your small apartment, your head ached and throbbed. Despite that, it was manageable if you took some pain medicine.

You were going out with Seongje, your long-time boyfriend, at a new club with some guys from the Union and you won't let a headache and a few stupid bruises stop you from seeing him. Being with him made you feel so alive; with him, you were respected by the gang. You were Seongje's girl. And nobody was foolish enough to mess with you unless they wanted to be beaten to half to death.

Dating him wasn’t always a smooth ride. Arguments were common, and so were screaming matches. Things were thrown, and surfaces were punched, but he never hit you, nor did he aim at you. You understood he wasn’t a good person, yet he loved you in his own flawed way.

The dark club pulsed with music, and you could feel the rhythm with every step you took as Seongje led you, his arm draped casually over your shoulders. Flashing lights danced wildly around the room. Bodies moved, jumping and grinding against each other.

The group chose a round table to sit at, and soon it was cluttered with cigarette ash and empty bottles.

Sang-Ook, Dae-Ho, and Du-Ho were boys who attended the same school as Seongje and played together at Internet cafes. The twins were already drunk, laughing to themselves, and talking to Sang-Ook about which woman he was going to try to fuck and making crude jokes. Normal gross boy talk.

Seongje didn't say much; instead, he stared blankly while listening to the other boys, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close. You weren't interested in their conversation, so you simply snuggled into his side. You didn't know why he wanted to be there, but you followed him wherever he went unless it was related to gang activities.

Your eyebrows furrowed; the sudden pressure on your bladder was becoming too strong to ignore.

"Seongje," you whispered in his ear. He responded with a low hum of curiosity, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly with the sound. After a moment of hesitation, you shyly admitted that you needed to use the bathroom. Seongje chuckled, pulled out his favorite pack of cigs from his tiger-printed windbreaker, and lifted one to his lips, "Go," he ordered, nodding toward the direction of the bathroom.

"I'll be right back." You quickly got out of the booth. "Better. I don't like waiting." He lit the end of the cigarette and inhaled the gray smoke into his lungs.

You sighed in relief as you exited the stall and turned on the sink water. As you washed your hands, you remained unfazed by the sounds of the bathroom door opening and the clicking of two pairs of heels on the tiled floor. The two women giggled among themselves, and you could feel their intense stares directed at the side of your face. While drying your hands, you glanced at the wide mirrors above the sink.

A sickening dread dropped into the pit of your stomach as you caught sight of the familiar coral dye and blue highlights. Ha-yoon and Seo-Yeon.

'How were they here? Did they know you were going to be here? If they were here, doesn't that mean..'

You dared to meet Ha-yoon's gaze in the mirror. A mischievous cruelty sparkled back; she knew something, and if you didn't feel dread before, you certainly did now. Your breath quicked as you rushed out of the woman's bathroom.

You need to grab Seongje and go.

You stopped a few feet from the booth. This had to be a dream, a messed-up nightmare, but the painful shattering of your heart told you this was all happening.

Eun-kyung's honeyed giggles cut through the roaring music. Her black hair flowed over her shoulders like a river, her skimmy pastel dress fit her like a second skin and her soft pink lips curled into a flirty smile that beamed brighter than the lights that painted her and Seongje in rosy red as she idly played with his sliver chain—the chain you got him.

He simply sat there, his arm resting on the top of the booth above Eun-Kyung, his eyes intensely focused on her. His expression was unreadable, and when her beautiful eyes met his, you couldn't bear it any longer. You choked back tears as you pushed and squeezed past the people having the time of their lives.

You sniffed, your legs aching from the many rounds of walking you did in the nearby park for almost an hour. You didn't want to go home immediately; too much of him was there, from the many nights he stayed over.

You wiped the fading tears from your cheeks as you bent slightly to take off your shoes, throwing them down carelessly. Dragging your feet toward the couch, you paused and squinted your eyes. A figure was sitting there, a small red dote appeared from the darkness and the following smoke floated out in the illumination of the kitchen light. You inhale sharply and switch the living room light on.

Seongje stared at the blank TV screen for what felt like several seconds before adjusting his glasses. Slowly, he turned his head toward you, and his eyes fixed on your face. To anyone else, he appeared cool and unbothered, but you knew him better than that.

He was enraged.

"Where were you?" He leaned forward to put out his cigarette. "Why does it matter? You clearly were very busy when I came back from the bathroom." you shot back, your words sharp. He paused at your pointed response before finally extinguishing his cigarette in the wolf-shaped ashtray. "You let her..you let her touch you..and you didn't tell her to back off. Did you enjoy her company that much?" you asked, your voice breaking at the thought of the two of them together.

"You think I'd cheat on you? I may be a lot of things but a fucking cheater Isn't one of them." He spoke in a faux calm tone as he backed you into the hallway and into your bedroom.

"S-Seongje.." You warned.

"I thought My girl wasn't a dumbass." He ridiculed, a cruel smile stretching on his lips as he backed you more and more towards your bed

"Don't call me dumb! I'm not stupid! You jackass!" you snapped before letting out a surprised noise as you fell onto your bed, trying to escape from him. "Oh no, baby," he cooed mockingly. "I work with incompetent, useless punks. You're stupid if you think I would cheat on you with some one-and-million whore. Don't worry, though. I'll show you who I really belong to." Seongje shrugged off his windbreaker, letting it fall to the floor, and crept onto the bed after kicking off his pants and underwear.

You should be mad, pissed at him, shouldn't feel your treacherous cunt heat up, and gush slick but watching as he took off his shirt and threw it to the side, bare except his glasses and his chain. He was lean, and muscular in ways that counted, and his cock. His dick twitched as if sensing your admiring gaze.

He was above average length, so thick it struggled to stand up completely, and veiny. The glans was a darker shade than the rest of his skin; the slit oozed a pearl of pre-cum. And a trimmed bush around the base of his dick. His member was just as fine as him.

You happily helped him take off your clothes until you were both as naked as the day you were born. Seongje smirked smugly, the bedroom look you gave him made him want to take you right there but the urge to tease you won over. Seongje wrapped his arms around your spread legs and pulled your ass on top of his thighs. His dick slid between your folds, coating himself in your wetness, and the tip rested on your bud; he drew back and snapped forward, giving himself a pussy job.

"Just fuck me!" You cried as he continued to fuck your lips and clitoris. "I don't know. Should I?" He questioned. You cried, frustrated, and bucked your hips to try and fail to trick him inside, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I accused you of cheating. Now fuck my brains out!" You screamed; Seongje simply hummed a 'good enough,' drew back until his cock head caught on your entrance, and he rolled his hips.

You both let a groan as he pushed into your tight, wet, gummy depths. The action alone was close enough to make you cum. His cock, lay heavy on your walls, and his veins brushed against those spots until he bottomed out. You grabbed his hands that gripped your hips and threw your head back, moaning loudly as he pulled out and slammed into you, "Can't believe, you think I'd give up this pussy," He grunted, thrusting harshly, the bed banging against the back wall "this is my fucking pussy. Mine." He growled pushing his hair away from his face before grabbing your neck, his fingers squeezing the side of your throat.

You gasped and moaned as you held his wrist, your eyes rolled back, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-" you blabbed, drooling. Seongje laughed meanly, his eyes shined amused "Look at this. Did I already fucked my girl cockdrunk?" He released your throat and lifted your hips up more, making him reach deeper; the loud clapping of skin, the moans, groans, and cures along the embarrassing squelching of your cunted filled the room. Seongje's glasses slid down the bridge of his nose and his chain smacked against his sweat, glistening chest. Frustrated, he tore the glasses off his face, tossed them beside your head, and leaned down, his body covering yours. His large groped and knead your ass as he kissed you passionately. You wailed into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you cummed.

Seongje pulled back, grunted as his eyes flutter shut, his hips slamming into your hips, his fast pace because sloppy as his dick twitched. He grunted one more time as his hot cum spilled into your pulsing pussy, painting you white from the inside.

"You were meant to be mine.." Seongje spoke up after you both cleaned up and laid together. Your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat lull you to sleep, "We were meant to be" he whispered into your ear, your eyes finally closing. If this was a dream from your otherwise miserable life you didn't want to wake up.

[jjjjisun]

Coming In First (Part 2)

Eunchae X 2 Male OC | 6925 words

TW: Incest

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Jae wanted to stomp his way all the way back to the resort, but thought better of it. Instead he pictured his little sister in his head, how angelic she looked on top of that boulder in the hideaway, and moreover how her soft tits had felt in his hands. His lower half stirred as he recalled Eunchae's hips writhing against him beneath the water when he held her.

He wondered what they would be doing, alone in the cave with Eunchae's unexpected new attitude and the fact that she'd given no indication she intended to put her top back on. Surely nobody, Jae or his little brother included, could stand to be alone with her for long without something happening. He envied his brother, but the thought that Eunchae might be opening up to them physically excited him.

'That lucky dog,' thought Jae as he imagined what his younger brother might be doing to his teenage sibling.

Jae felt an inexplicable weight in his chest, tugging on his heart, for how much he loved his little sister. Neither he nor Jinwoo had intended this, but 'fuck is she gorgeous,' Jae thought. Maybe the thinning line between love, lust and should he even think it...sex... was more understandable than he was allowing. Jae's feet moved faster to shorten the time he'd have to spend wondering what was going on with his little brother and sister.

It didn't take too long to get everything he needed. Jae stopped by his parents' umbrella and lied that they were picnicking somewhere and he offered to come back for supplies. It wasn't a complete lie, but somehow Jae didn't think it would be smart to tell them 'Jinwoo took Eunchae's top off and I felt her up. Her tits are as incredible as they look by the way dad, and Jinwoo beat me in a competition so he's probably got her naked in this secret spot we found over by the rocks.'

The guys at the food stand even gave Jinwoo a resort-branded backpack to carry the sandwiches, chips, a couple extra towels and some fruit in. The bucket of six beers swung at Jae's side as he walked as quickly as possible back to the rocks.

Jae wondered, as he approached, if he'd hear his little sister crying out in pleasure. As he slid through the tall crevice, he heard nothing...yet.

"Did you like your prize?" Jae heard his little sister ask as he neared the opening beyond.

To which his brother replied, "Definitely. But I'm not quite done with you yet."

Jae made sure the bucket didn't clang off the rocks as he slid closer to them. He knew he was probably about to witness his little sister in an even more inappropriate position than he had before, but he didn't want to spoil anything for Jinwoo who had beat him fair and square.

He expected something inappropriate, but it didn't stop Jae from nearly falling over as he saw his little sister, coated in glossy white cum from her navel to just below her breasts. But from the way her little bottoms still clung to her butt, it looked like Eunchae had only jerked his brother off, maybe even blown him.

He stayed in the shadows, watching. Maybe Eunchae wouldn't mind if he made his presence known, but Jae thought he'd let his little brother proceed without interruption.

He watched as Jinwoo kissed his sister's cheek, then behind her ear. Eunchae squirmed as he kissed down her neck and distracted her from where his hand was headed.

Before she even knew it, her little brother had untethered one of the bows at her hip. She only noticed when he quickly tugged her bottoms out from under her and Eunchae felt her butt against the cool sand. Water lapped at her toes as she realized that the first person who would ever touch her virgin pussy was going to be her older brother.

Jae clung desperately to the hope that he would get his chance with Eunchae later as he fought the urge to see her naked mound up close. He could tell she was bare, and from the look on his brother's face, she was obviously just as pretty there as anywhere else.

"Can I?" Jinwoo asked her, looking up from a kiss he'd planted around her collarbone.

Eunchae nodded, uttering a quiet, "uh huh," as she watched him nervously. She hoped Jinwoo liked what he saw, and it seemed from the way that he was once again hard and sticking through his undone swim shorts, he approved.

Jinwoo dipped his hand in the cool water nearby to clean the sand and ensure that he could make his little sister feel as good as possible. He'd never had sex, but he'd had success in this next part with any girl who'd allowed him the chance. He hoped he could do even better with the pretty eighteen-year-old lying in front of him.

Eunchae watched as a few drips of the crisp, clear water dripped from her brother's fingers, and inhaled anxiously as he brought them closer to her mound. Her opening was tiny, with soft, pink lips peeking out. When she finally had sex for the first time, she would surely struggle to fit her first cock, especially if it was one of her brothers'.

Jinwoo was gentle, kissing the top of her breast as he finally touched down atop her mound. He split two fingers and merely pressured her outer lips first. Eunchae was immediately glad she'd gone to the spa to get the little brown hairs that would have been there waxed before she left for vacation.

"Ohgod Jinwoo," she breathed out.

Jae had to support himself against the face of the rock-wall as he watched his little sister experience her brother's fingers, any fingers for that matter, on her for the first time. Naked and totally submitted to him, Jae watched his younger brother's eyes widen as he felt how wet his little sister's pussy already was for him.

Unknowing of their silent onlooker, Jinwoo ran a finger lightly, and deliberately slow along the pretty brunette's little lips.. His chest throbbed to see Eunchae arch her back and lift her naked butt off the sand, begging him to touch her more firmly.

"Mnnnnhhhh, don't tease me, Jinwoo!" she pleaded when he did it a second time.

As Jinwoo's finger reached his little sister's clit, he pressured it as she'd asked, and was rewarded with a moan of relief from the anxious teenager. Making little circles over his sister's nub, Jinwoo gazed upon her naked body. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed, faster now that he was working his fingers over her clit. Her midsection undulated mesmerizingly.

"OhmyGod," she whispered to him, wrapping her hands gently around his forearm. "How did you....mnhhh...get so good at that?!"

Jinwoo smiled and leaned over his little sister's neck, placing a tender kiss on it without forgetting to keep rubbing her needy pussy. The touch of his lips lingered at exactly the spot he kissed her, adding electricity to a rush of it already building in her body.

When Jinwoo added another finger to rub tiny circles on Eunchae's pussy, her eyes popped open and she winced with pleasure. The two siblings shared a gaze that both would remember for a long while. It was a look of relief, of lust, but especially love as Eunchae felt her body succumbing to the building climax Jinwoo would surely bring upon her. Even Jae saw it from his place some twenty feet away, the way Eunchae's eyes begged her brother not to stop. 'Lucky bastard,' thought Jae, upon seeing it. Like his younger brother, Jae too admired his sister's beautiful body as she lay, writhing on the ground. He prayed that this would not be the last time, or the closest he'd get to his gorgeous sister's naked body.

"Fuuuuckk...Jinwoo...." cried Eunchae, flinching again as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. "Keep going... unhhhh.... you're gonna make me cum."

Her voice sounded so adorable, to both brothers, and though Jae wanted desperately to get close enough to feel her sweet breath against him the way Jinwoo could, he knew he had to wait.

"Uhhhhh!" Eunchae gasped as Jinwoo made another firm circle on her clit.

"ohGod...uhngh.. Jinwoo..." she cooed.

A few more little circles and both brothers watched their little sister tense up, lifting her back off the ground and thrusting her pretty breasts toward the open sky. In such a beautiful setting, there was still nothing quite as breathtaking as their gorgeous little sis cumming with reckless abandon, at the hand of her brother no less.

"Ouuuuuuhhhfuuuuck!" she sang out, the sound echoing off the walls of the inlet.

Jae knew he was about to see his little sister cum, and his heart beat faster in his concealed location willing her to be overcome. It was then that Eunchae's eyes pointed in his direction, full of desperation and pleasure, but no doubt recognizing him across the clearing. Her lips pursed into a thin smile - as much as she could muster before she was pushed to her limit.

Eunchae reached for Jinwoo's arm, possibly in an attempt to stop him, but he wouldn't allow it until her body seemed to have experienced the brunt of her orgasm. Her nails dug into his forearm enough to make Jinwoo wince, but he took it in stride, enjoying the sight of his eighteen-year old sister cumming too much.

Eunchae came harder than she ever had before. With one brother's fingers on her drenched clit and the other's eyes on her from afar, she howled and quivered through, basking in their attention, After what seemed like an eternity of a lost-in-a-sea-of-white and panting climax, with her head thrown back and her arms clamoring to stop the uncontrollable sensation being caused by her brother's fingers, Eunchae's body began to relax. Jinwoo stopped his motions, applying only a gentle pressure at the soaking wet entrance to his baby-sister's pussy.

They remained in silence for a few moments after that, with Jinwoo leaning over a recovering Eunchae, watching her admiringly as she caught her breath. The erection he was sporting was simply unavoidable, and although Jinwoo didn't want to get ahead of himself, the wish to insert it snugly inside his sister's virgin entrance crossed his mind while he watched her coming down from her orgasm, naked and with a midsection that still sported his early glazing of cum.

"That was amazing Jinwoo," she said, without opening her eyes. "You made me cum so hard!"

"I think I owed you one," replied Jinwoo, "you were incredible too, are you sure that's your first time?"

Eunchae finally leaned up on her elbows and kissed her brother right on the lips lovingly.

"It was, I swear," she said as she pulled away smiling. Eunchae looked into her brother's eyes with that big grin on her face, and they shared one final moment of love and understanding before a sound came from the entrance to the reservoir.

"Eh HHHEM!" Jae finally sounded, clearing his throat loudly and seeing both his siblings jump.

Eunchae's pretended to be shocked that someone had entered their little hideaway, as if somehow her surprise could conceal the fact that her brother's spunk was glistening on her abdomen. She giggled as the younger of her two brother's clamored to cover himself up at the unknown voice from the entrance to the cave.

"And to think... I felt so bad after I felt you up and you went running Eunchae." Jae said.

Eunchae watched her brother glance down at her stomach as he approached with the backpack and bucket of beers swinging beside him. She smiled bashfully and Jae gave her a knowing look that told her he was okay with what he saw.

"Uh, hey Jae, we were just..."

"Save it, ya moron. You want a beer?" Jae interrupted his little brother, sounding surprisingly accepting of what he'd just walked in on. When he held out a bottle, Jinwoo gladly accepted it and twisted off the cap for a quick swig.

"Can't I have one?" Eunchae asked her older brother.

"Sure Eunchae," he answered," but why don't you go..um.. clean off a bit first."

Eunchae bit her lip and looked down once more, still unbelieving that she really was sitting among her two brothers naked and splattered with Jinwoo's orgasm. She giggled nervously before standing up and scampering over to the water.

Jae raised his eyebrows at his brother, who shrugged silently and made a face as if to say 'do you blame me?'

Both brothers watched as their angelic little sis washed herself off in the water. Her breasts bounced youthfully when she ran her hands over them, and she smiled wide back up at them, basking in their shared affection.

"Lucky fucker," Jae mumbled into his beer, loud enough for Jinwoo to hear and chuckle.

"Hey man, better luck next time." Jinwoo taunted.

Meanwhile, Eunchae had finished up in the water and sauntered up to Jae, whom she could tell was putting on a good face but still sulking a bit from his loss. She plopped down directly in his lap and snatched the beer out of his hand, taking a long swig and swallowing before a big smile appeared on her face.

"Sure," he said, "you just go ahead and take my beer. I'll grab anoth...." But Jae couldn't finish because his still-naked little sister leaned in to kiss him directly on the lips.

At that point, she didn't care if she was naked, or if Jinwoo was watching, or whatever else. Eunchae snaked her tongue out and french-kissed her oldest brother with fervor, as if to promise that he wasn't going to be left out of the fun for long.

"There." She uttered, after pulling back from him and seeing the look of surprise on her brother's face. "I love you, you know that right?"

Jae shook his head 'yes' before Eunchae got up and walked over to her, also incredulous, brother Jinwoo, bending down for a similar kiss and "I love you too, don't worry."

"And because I don't want you two to be unable to concentrate on anything but these," Eunchae said, placing her palms beneath each breast and holding them for her brother's view one last time, "I'm putting my suit back on."

Jae and Jinwoo groaned their disapproval in unison, but regardless they had to watch their little sister collect her suit before hopping and wiggling back into it.

And though she still looked gorgeous as ever, and images of her recently naked little body still lingered in both brothers' heads, they WERE able to concentrate on eating and polishing off the bucket of beers while chatting as if all was normal. Jae made a few not-so-subtle jokes about Eunchae and Jinwoo's encounter, but all three kids felt they'd had a great start to the vacation.

"We'd better get back to mom and dad," Eunchae told her brothers after they'd swum around in the water of their hideaway for a while.

"Yeah," said Jae, "although I think they were content that Jinwoo and I keeping an eye on you."

"That's what you two were doing, huh?" Eunchae asked sarcastically, looking back at her brothers with a mischievous grin. The way she glanced down at her butt and shook it ever so slightly at them before she disappeared through the rocks would stick with the boys for hours.

And that was pretty much all they got for the rest of the day. With the parents around, everyone had to be extra careful. Somewhere between lunch and drinks later on that night, all three siblings realized, in their own way, that they needed to back-off the impulsive and dangerous behavior they'd exhibited in the water and that secret inlet they'd discovered. When Jae and Jinwoo ended up having to hit the men's room at the same time later that night, they agreed that they'd both respect their little sister and let her dictate the speed at which things might progress.

But they definitely wanted things to progress. Jinwoo couldn't stop thinking about how his teenage sister's body had quivered under his fingers and saw the scratch marks on his arm from where she'd grabbed him in her fit of passion. And Jae... he simply couldn't stop imagining the moment when he'd get to be in the same position as his little brother earlier that day, or maybe even something more taboo.

After their parents said goodnight and went to their room, the three siblings crashed on the furniture in the middle of their suite. Eunchae was laid out on the couch in her evening outfit, a black spaghetti strap top with a lacey bottom that didn't quite make it to her belly button and tiny jean shorts. She seemed to have an endless supply of both, and neither boy was about to complain.

Much to the boys' dismay, after only a few minutes of talking and sleepy laughter, Eunchae relented, "Alright boys, I'm going to bed," and upon seeing them both raise their eyebrows in anticipation, "...alone!"

Simultaneously, the boys sank back into their chairs and wished her goodnight. Waiting until he saw the light turn out beneath her door, Jae spoke softly, "So, you bastard, how was it?"

"How was what?" Jinwoo feigned innocence.

"Oh fuck you, you owe me one!" He said, before quieting down.

"I don't owe you shit, you lost fair and square." Jinwoo quipped.

Jae quickly fired one of the couch pillows over at his brother, and then another before Jinwoo finally gave in: "Alright! Alright! I'll tell you!"

Both boys were laughing until Jinwoo finally told his brother what he wanted to know."

"God she was sexy," he said, lowering his voice, "we made out, and she was moving her hips on top of me. I know I've never had sex or anything but I wanted to so bad right then."

Jae chuckled, "So what happened next did she...?" he asked, making the universal gesture for a blowjob with his hand and tongue in his cheek.

"No...no.. but fuck, she..." he got real quiet then, "jerked me off and asked me to cum on her!"

"Yeah that part was pretty hard to miss,"

Jinwoo could see the look of envy on his brother's face. "You know, I felt bad that you were left out, but then... I wasn't about to tell her to stop."

"I bet you weren't," Jae retorted.

"And then, after that, I took off her bottoms and..."

"Yeah I saw that part." Jae admitted.

"You DID?" Jinwoo asked, baffled and sounding a little upset.

"Yeah man, I saw you, I got back from getting the beers and stuff and there you were taking our little sister's bottoms off. What did you want me to do, interrupt you?"

Jinwoo thought about it for a second, "No...I guess not. Well thanks for that."

"Don't mention it, just do me a favor and don't cry when I kick your ass in whatever competition she dreams up next."

"Based on your last performance, I think I'll be Eunchae's first for everything," Jinwoo prodded.

Jae was about to argue, but he saw the big toothy grin on his brother's face and resolved to throw another pillow at him, hard. He got up and headed toward the master bedroom, stating flatly, "I'll just go ahead and take the bed tonight, don't you worry."

Jinwoo replied with utter sarcasm, "Oh THANK You, Jae, that sounds GREEEAAAT," and they went their separate ways.

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Eunchae couldn't help herself. Their voices just carried, and by the time she heard her brother Jae telling Jinwoo that he'd seen him fingering his little sister, Eunchae was wiggling around uncontrollably in her bed.

After twenty minutes of silence outside, save for Jinwoo's quiet snoring from his place on the couch, Eunchae couldn't take it anymore. She thought about the way Jae's hands had felt on her tits, and touched them herself as if to recall the feeling more vividly. She remembered how his boldness had flipped a switch inside her that she didn't think she'd ever be able to flip back. And Eunchae remembered promising herself to find a way to make things even between the two brothers who so vehemently wanted to win that rock-throwing contest.

She opened the door to her room, peeking out into common area. Through the dim light of the mini-bar she could see her brother sleeping soundly on the pull-out, so she quietly opened the door and padded out across the room.

Jae hadn't closed his door all the way, which Eunchae thought was fortunate; maybe she could surprise him.

But the sound of the shower behind the half-open door of his bathroom greeted her as she entered. Eunchae got even more excited thinking that he might already be naked inside. Each step through his bedroom she spent shedding the light t-shirt and boxer shorts she'd worn to bed. Like she'd been for Jinwoo, she intended to even the score with her brother - equally naked.

Eunchae could hardly believe herself as she hopped on one foot out of her shorts. The cool air from Jae's open balcony door grazed over her body, covered only in a matching, light-pink bra and panties with hints of white lace. and she realized how incredibly naughty she'd become in so short a time. A few weeks ago, it wouldn't have been like her to be entering her brother's bathroom with her heart fluttering over what she intended to do, but now the emotions rushing through her encouraged her every step.

Jae was standing beneath the huge overhead cascade of water, feeling all the tension of watching his beautiful little sister with Jinwoo leave his body as the water rolled from his head to his shoulders and below. A few images of Eunchae's naked body flashed in his head, as did wishes that he'd get his chance with her, but each passing second calmed his yearning.

But what was that... the quiet 'woosh' of the shower door...

"Who's there?" Jae asked, sticking out his arms instinctively and sounding alarmed. He couldn't immediately see with the water in his eyes.

"Shhh... it's just me," spoke a familiar voice as Jae's hands found its owner.

His heart jumped. For a moment Jae had to convince himself that he wasn't just in his bed imagining it.

Stepping from under the water, Jae's eyes cleared and he opened them to find his little sister stepping into the shower.

"Um... hi." Jae said, still surprised.

Eunchae flashed her beautiful smile back at him. "Hi..." she spoke demurely.

"You're still wearing your..." Jae started, reaching out and tracing a finger under her bra-strap. The fabric was slowly speckling with the spray of the shower off his shoulders.

Eunchae looked down and bit her lip as his finger grazed her skin.

"I thought you could maybe fix that." She said with an adorable little grin.

Eunchae stepped closer to her big brother, not failing to notice the way his cock had been straightening between them. He was big, almost the same as Jinwoo as she was pleased to find out, and as he inflated Eunchae could see his penis was a little veinier than his younger brother's.

Jae felt his little sister's bra just barely touch his chest when she stopped her approach. He was breathing heavier; his heart was thumping hard in his chest. Despite his desire and Eunchae's willingness, Jae was still nervous, and the look on his sister's face said that she was too.

Eunchae stood on her toes as a final display of her affection, and reached for her brother's lips.

Jae closed the gap gladly, leaning in and kissing her firmly. Eunchae could taste the water on his lips, and she smiled against them, feeling the same spark that she'd experience when she first kissed Jinwoo. It was wonderful, and forbidden, and it made her whole body pulse with excitement as she felt his hands on her abdomen.

Pulling away, Eunchae looked up into her brother's eyes.

"If you want, I'll make it up to you that you lost my game SO BADLY today." Eunchae teased him, thrusting her hips forward enough that her bottoms rubbed against her brother's now full erect cock.

Jae, like his little sister, couldn't believe what was happening, that it was now his turn to experiment with the new dynamic between he and his teenage sister. He had trouble knowing what to make of all of it. Her presence there in the shower in just her underwear twirled a million thoughts about in his brain. What he did know, however, is that he wanted her wearing nothing at all.

"Well, we can start with this," he said, reaching to the small of Eunchae's back and pulling her toward him. They locked lips once again, more intently this time, and soon both brother and sister were flicking their tongues out at each other, acting on impulse and desire above all else.

She loved the way he took charge of her. Jinwoo had been gentle and sweet, something she much appreciated at the time, but Jae was definitely more aggressive, and it excited her.

When he disengaged from her, Eunchae's eyes remained closed for a few seconds, savoring the taste of him on her lips.

"And now this..." Jae continued, flicking the band of her bra against her shoulder and eliciting another smile from the pretty brunette.

Eunchae complied, turning around to give him access to the clasp and feeling his hands slide up from her sides to the connection of the bra she ached for him to remove from her.

First, he kissed her neck, a few incredible touches that made Eunchae purr and turn her head to allow him to continue. Then she felt his fingers nimbly unclasp her bra, and the tension it had been applying quickly alleviated from her chest.

Just like he had earlier, Jae slid his hands under his sister's arms and daringly around to the front. Before he saw them up close, Jae once again had his hands upon his baby sister's breasts. And they were amazing; just a little bigger than he would have expected for a small girl like Eunchae, and more youthful and firm than most eighteen-year-olds' as well.

"Oh God Jae," she cooed to him, "when you did that in the water... I...I wanted you so bad."

She felt him gently squeezing her tits in his hands and giggled, feeling so turned on by the way his fingers pried at her nipples. Responding to him, Eunchae rubbed her backside against Jae's hardness, feeling it right against her and poking into her lower back.

Next, the pretty teen felt his hands drop from her breasts and his lips were back on her neck. She was in heaven, pampered and helpless to the admiration of her oldest brother. She hardly realized what was happening when she felt fingers hooking her panties at each hip.

Jae quickly slid them down his little sister's toned legs, savoring how they felt as he ran his fingers along them. He planted another kiss right on his sister's cheek, the pert, round little butt that he'd so admired in her swimsuits and short shorts or whatever else she wore to show it off.

For the second time that day, Eunchae was stark naked and allowing her other brother access to her body. She trembled as she felt him stand back up behind her, wondering what he might do.

Jae's arms enveloped her, making her feel warm and secure in his grasp.

"I don't know what's gotten into you sis, but I like it." Jae said into her ear, taking hold of her tiny hips.

"Hmmm hm," she laughed and purred at simultaneously, "I don't know what's gotten into me either, but maybe it will be you..." She taunted, flexing her hips back at him, shocked at her own words.

No more shocked was she than Jae, however, who felt his knees weaken at her implication. Now that his little sister was naked in front of him, there was nothing he wanted more.

On impulse, Jae bent his knees to allow his cock to slide between his now bottomless sister's legs. He closed that little gap between her thighs he'd admired so many times before by positioning his erection right within it.

Eunchae's eyes widened. She could feel the warm, bare skin of her brother's penis securely between her legs and pressuring her bare pussy. Of the many forbidden things she'd done leading up to that moment, this was surely the worst.

But it felt good having him there, so long as he didn't get any ideas about going further, like the one she'd so mischievously put in his head. She was relieved, and incredibly turned on when she felt Jae withdraw his cock an inch or two before sliding it back and rubbing against her sensitive pussy lips.

"Mnnnh Jae.... that feels really good." Eunchae cooed, leaning back into him and reaching to scratch the hair on his neck.

Jae responded by sliding his own hand down his sister's flat tummy until he was inches away from her most forbidden place. He kissed her slender neck once more as his fingers crawled closer.

It couldn't have been the water, thought Jae as his fingertips finally touched his teenage sister's budding clit. She was slick and warm and her whole body seemed to react when his fingers gently pried at the little mound of flesh protecting her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Eunchae's body sang as she felt Jae's fingers on her. At first he only pressured, but within seconds the pressure turned into tiny circles around her clit. He was slowly moving his hips behind, so both his fingers and his cock were simultaneously stimulating her. Once again, she was feeling herself become lost in a daze brought on by her brother's ministrations.

"OhhhfuckJae... keep touching me like that..." Eunchae begged.

The sensation was wonderful for Jae as well, who continued to work his rod between his little sister's legs as he touched her. His free hand pawed at her wonderful chest, occasionally squeezing one of her erect little nipples between his fingers.

When the whole scene started to overwhelm the naked little teen, Eunchae had to brace herself against the glass wall of the shower. In front of her, the moon lit the resort grounds, with its palm trees and the glistening of tide on the beach. It was the most beautiful scene, made more surreal by the emotions and sensations eclipsing Eunchae and her brother's better judgment.

They were long beyond that now; Eunchae's growing pants and cries of passion as her brother's fingers worked over her clit increasingly assured it:

"Uhhhh... Jae... ohmyGod...mmmnnnhhhh"

With his own orgasm beginning to rear its head, Jae's thrusts between his sister's legs were becoming less accurate. He could only focus on the way she sounded - so adorable as she panted for him. He could barely continue to hold her wonderful breasts, if only to stabilize himself. He pulled back a few times and Eunchae could feel his body shake as he tried to work his cock between her thighs.

Again he retreated, but this time, when he pushed forward, his head took a slightly different angle. Both Eunchae and her brother felt it attempt entry to her forbidden opening. As he pushed forward, unknowing, his cock begged to take the teenager's virginity if she would only allow it.

Reflexively, she stood up on her toes, and his head narrowly, so narrowly, missed penetrating her for the first time.

"Uhhh...DAANNN... not yet... be careful!" She admonished him, not wanting to admit to him how her entire body had screamed with excitement. She was glad to have reacted quickly enough to prevent it, but a part of her wondered what would have happened if she hadn't.

Jae realized what had happened, and felt the same flare, mixed with a pang of regret that he had been so close to fucking his little sister, accidentally, and had not.

The ordeal had set Eunchae's heart aflutter, and within a few seconds her brother's fingers continued their relentless stimulation of her clit. She moaned aloud, hoping she had remembered to close the door to Jae's bedroom.

"Come on Eunchae," Jae encouraged her, "cum for your brother, ya little tease."

"Oh fuuuck..." she cried, shocked and incredibly aroused upon hearing her brother talk to her like that, "Jae.... keep doing that with your cock....unhhhhHH!"

Eunchae's hand shot down to cover her brother's as it had earlier that day when Jinwoo had brought her near orgasm. She pried at his hand, attempting to remove it as her hips flexed and her body tensed. It was too much, she couldn't stand it... but he was too strong.

"Uuuuuooouhhhhh fuuuuuckkk..." She cried out in the most beautiful sound Jae thought he'd ever heard.

Her hips writhed, and her body twitched as Eunchae went quiet for a moment, able to see nothing but the explosion of sensation that seemed to shoot from her aching pussy to a white blindness directly behind her eyes. For the second time that day, unbelievably, Eunchae thought she'd never felt something so overwhelming and intense.

Jae had to hold his little sister's body up as she was overcome by her climax. He grasped Eunchae beneath the tits and pressed steadily against her clit as she came. Her hips wiggled against him and her body shuddered, but he held her tight and felt love wash over him with seemingly as much fervor as the orgasm that was taking his baby sister. After some unknown interval, her body finally began to relax. Holding her there - helpless and taking her first breath with a gasp of relief - Jae hoped he'd remember the moment forever.

When she once more had a grasp of reality Eunchae felt the warmth of her brother's cock still between her legs. She turned to face him, with her head tilted downward and an embarrassed little smile that stuck Jae directly in the heart.

He reached down to her, placed his finger beneath her chin and brought her eyes up to meet his. The kiss he gave her promised that she had nothing to be embarrassed about, that he loved her so incredibly much - impossibly more now that they'd shared that moment.

"God I love you sis," Jae blessed her as he withdrew.

"I love you too!" Eunchae said in return, almost teary as she threw her arms around him and locked in another kiss.

After a moment or so of the silent embrace, she felt his erection poking up between them, harder than ever and still in need of attention. Its persistence made her giggle. Reaching down, Eunchae took her oldest brother's bare cock in her hands for the first time, and felt him wince as she did.

"You made me cum so hard, can I help you finish now?"

"Sure," Jae agreed eagerly, watching his little sister glance back and forth between his face and where she held his cock in her hand.

Even more amazing was when Eunchae got down on her knees and brought both her hands to her brother's shaft. They fit on it comfortably, and she could feel his veins against her palms. A couple quick up and down motions and she could see that her brother was thoroughly enjoying it.

"You're already close huh?" She asked him, grinning and biting her lip.

"Fuck... ughh..." Jae winced as his little sister used her own fluids to slide her hands up and down along his length, "yeah, I am."

"You must've liked sliding your cock against my pussy huh?" She teased, bringing him closer with every word and stroke, "and when you ALMOST put it in me... did you like that too?"

She moved her hands faster now, holding onto him firmly and being gentle when she rubbed against his tip like Jinwoo had taught her. She loved seeing the way his face responded to her touch, and feeling his penis swell even bigger in his hands.

"I know you saw me with Jinwoo today, but I want you to know that I saved my tits for you to cum on first," she told him, looking up and smiling.

Jae felt like he needed to be pinched, that he would soon awake from a dream where his little sister, Eunchae, was on her knees in the shower with him, naked and asking him to come on her tits. It couldn't be real, his lust for her must've created some impossible dream in his head and it could never happen, no matter how bad he wanted it.

"Come on Jae," she urged. Jae looked down and saw Eunchae gazing expectantly up at him, sticking out her chest proudly as she asked, "Do you want to shoot your warm cum all over your little sister's tits?"

He did want to, and there was no mistaking her presence there, jerking him intently. One more gaze down at the eighteen-year-old's perfect, naked body and Jae felt himself at his limit.

He groaned as Eunchae squeezed him firmly, having seen on his face that he was ready to cum. Eunchae sat up straight and prepared for her big brother's sperm.

"Uhhh," Jae breathed as his first stream of cum shot out and struck his little sister directly across the collarbone.

The next landed lower, painting the top of her left breast and crawling down it.

Eunchae laughed gleefully as she continued to stroke him and pointed another fresh burst of semen at her other tit. This one got across her nipple; she could feel its warmth right across the erect nub.

"That's it, cum for me big brother," she coaxed, and still another rope of sperm emitted from his tip, right in the cleft between her tits.

Jae had the composure to look down at his beautiful sister, and they made eye contact as she pumped him, with lazier streams painting glossy lines across her chest. Eunchae sat up as tall as she could and put his head right against her nipple, squeezing the last of the cum from her brother's penis and right upon it.

Looking down at her breasts, Eunchae was pleased with what she'd done. Jae definitely came more than his younger brother; her chest was positively splattered with his white, sticky spunk.

When he could take no more, Jae grabbed his sister's hand and pulled her to her feet. She stood there in front of him, hoping she had done a good job, when he kissed her once more.

She could feel the gratitude in that kiss, and in the way his hands swiftly grabbed her butt and pulled her toward him. She squealed into his kiss as he lifted her easily, wrapping her legs around his back with his semi-hard cock pinned between them. They kissed for another moment there as water ran on Eunchae's back and she basked in its warmth along with that of Jae's strong embrace.

When they broke, she saw Jae glance down at her chest again, which she made sure to perk up as much as possible. Most of his cum was all still in place, a perfect symbol of what they'd just done.

"Should we get you washed up?" Jae asked when he'd gotten a good enough look at her.

Eunchae wiggled her hips, and subsequently her sensitive little pussy against her brother's cock, "I guess so..." she replied, feigning disappointment that their shower together was coming to an end.

Jae made sure to make it last, insisting that he be the one to soap up his little sister with his hands and focusing much attention on each breast to be sure he got her all clean. Eunchae smiled and laughed; the two of them were having a blast as they always did. Things were different, given their nakedness, but somehow they felt very much the same. It was an exciting new dynamic for Eunchae, with both her brothers! She was a smart girl, and realized that what they were doing was forbidden and dangerous, but she knew beyond a doubt as she felt Jae's hands on her that she didn't intend to stop.

Obviously Jae wanted more too, "You can sleep in my bed if you want," he told her as they toweled off. He tried his best to look innocent, but Eunchae could see right through it.

"Uh uh," she said, smiling back at him knowingly, "I'm sooo tired after the day you boys have put me through... plus, I really doubt you'd be able to behave yourself."

"Really, I would!" Jae defended, but Eunchae was obviously going to stand her ground.

"I know you would," she said, standing on her tiptoes and planting a kiss right on her brother's lips. "Goodnight, big brother!"

With that, Eunchae dropped her towel on the floor next to her, gave her brother one, last, big smile and a view of her naked body, and touched him gently on the abdomen as she headed across the room. Jae watched her, stunned as always, until she closed his bedroom door behind her and scampered across the living room where Jinwoo still slept.

[goomyloid]

Can you tell me about your dt player. Since from the way you portray them they aren’t meant to be you. Kinda your oc in a way huh. It’s a cool depiction so that’s why I’m curious.

well today is your lucky day because i literally just filled out this chart right before answering this:

basically my version of them is thoroughly mentally disconnected from all consequences, because everything is just a game to them.

apathetic with only the desire to see what happens, and what becomes of kris and noelle (in the weird route). They always just barely have the upper hand; if things don't proceed down a certain path (i.e. aborted weird route or something) it's only because they allowed for it to happen. kris is very smart, but 'our' knowledge just objectively surpasses theirs in every way. for the most part.

i guess if i had to describe them as a real-life player, it would be the kind of person that plays all the routes without feeling bad about it, someone that somehow doesnt feel as though they're entirely to blame for the story going this way. (they taunt kris over this, maybe just to pick at their brain to get a look of how they're feeling about all of this.)

after all, deltarune is a game. it's meant to be played, it's only natural that people will want to pick it apart inside and out with its level of popularity. nothing should make a player feel bad about playing the game that they bought and spent time on.

regardless of one's investment in the characters, the world is simply not real to us. but in terms of vessel specifically talking to kris or something, it's not like THEY'RE the one saying "kris you're not real lol" or anything like that, it's more so their existence as a 'watcher' of sorts outside the bounds of comprehensible reality renders them in a similar position as us, someone in control and free from any consequences (presumably), letting kris and co. take the brunt of all your wrongdoings.

there's all of that, but i also like to portray them as being more on the extreme side, going as far as to treat characters fictional even when said character is standing right in front of them.

the 'commodification' of noelle plays into this a lot i think. we haven't seen it much in game so far, but we get the implied player attachment to her via treating kris as a self-insert of sorts just so you can get weirdly, creepily close to and controlling over noelle. it comes off more as vessel only wanting to be close to noelle and kind of discarding kris, just like they once were (lol).

the player's funny little fixation on noelle definitely throws a wrench in things kris-and-noelle-relationship wise, because this Thing is masquerading as kris, and noelle (and maybe toriel to a degree) is the only person able to tell something's wrong. it's almost like Hikaru Ga Shinda Natsu in a way -- your friend has been replaced, and you're the only person to notice just because you know them so well. it comes down to noelle's heart and ability to see through whatever vessel throws at her, if she'll be able to reach her hand out and save kris from sinking away before it's too late.

ummm. im getting off track. got too krisellepilled for a sec. VESSEL. i'm definitely not immune to portraying them more lightheartedly sometimes, but when I do that, it's usually in game, more so showing up as the soul instead lol

they're still sarcastic and blunt and weird, but at least they're not crazy destructive and sociopathic. gotta tone it down for the sillies

anyway i think thats all i can think of to say at the moment, if i think of something else big i might add it in a reblog, idk lol. thank you for asking, sorry about the long post!

[obscurevideogames]

Tumblr’s Core Prodct Stratgy

Here at Tumblr, we’ve been working hard on trying to keep our sinking ship afloat for as long as possible. This means desperately trying to copy every new fly-by-night social media app that some multi-billionaire sh*t out during their daily Peloton routine. What follows is the strategy we're using to accomplish the goal of user growth. If you find the things we say here worrisome, please understand that is our exact intention. You've outgrown our target demographic. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

The Diagnosis

It's lookin' pretty bad y'all!

After somehow losing hundreds of thousands of users during the great pr0n purge of 2018, we started to wonder if anything could be done to get back to where we were. We even brought in a management consultant who charged us a ridiculous amount of money. It would make you sick if you knew how much, but we got a few nice meals out of it at least. Anyhow, we handed this guy the app, and HE HAD NO IDEA HOW TO USE IT! It was f*cking hilarious! But suddenly it all clicked -- our users are a bunch of stupid idiots who can't even do basic arithmetic. I mean, they spend all day looking at their phones, so what do you expect?

Tumblr’s best feature is its unique content and vibrant communities. But who cares, right? We're just as happy getting traffic from people sh*t-posting memes, vague-booking, giving out-of-context hot takes to news events, and spewing whatever random thought is in their head at the moment. Plus that stuff doesn't p*ss off Apple.

To keep this thing going we need new people. And by "people" we mean teenagers, like we used to have back in the good ol' days. Unfortunately we're all in our 40s now, so we have no idea what they want. But teenagers are so cool! Imagine if they talked to us like we're one of them? We're getting hard just thinking about it.

Our Guidng Principls

To make Tumblr cool again, we must address these huge glaring issues.

People can look at a blog without logging in. How is that fair to all the poor schlubs who had to fill out forms to get an account? Also we haven't figured out a way to force ads onto the personalized pages yet. But we swear that's not the main reason.

People can see content they are looking for or linked to. People can keep up with blogs they follow. But the problem with this is, people don't know what they want. We know what they want! We're smart. We wrote this damn site, remember?

Promote posts that incite pointless conversations. Posts that are guaranteed to bait every troll into responding. Isn't that why all your Magat relatives love Facebook so much? We can do that!

P*ss off your content creators in every way possible (see #2).

Create algorithms that throw an unending barrage of irrelevant content in your face. Have you seen Instagram lately? We could do that so easy!!!

The app is slow. The website is slow. Obviously this is because of GIFs. Facebook and Instagram don't allow them, so why should we?

Conclusion

Our mission changes on a day-to-day basis. Right now we're super jealous of all the attention that new Threads thing is getting. We're still not sure what it is, but we're gonna download it after work.

[co-mixed]

Why I hate Reed 

Fantastic Four has a long history of disaster after disaster. Most of the disasters in question were caused by Reed. Bet you didn’t expect me to jump right into it. 

Okay, fine, let’s do an introduction first.

Fantastic Four has been a Reed-centric story since the day he broke ground on Marvel-1 (known at the time as just a rocket) and took his bff, girlfriend, and her tag-along brother on a ride, to the day his arch-enemy took over the world (that was last week). It’s all about Reed and everyone else just happened to get stuck with him. 

I hate Reed. Maybe not as much as Doom does, but it’s close. 

I have my reasons.

If you know Reed well, chances are, you also hate him. If you don’t know him, you’re lucky. If you don’t hate him… keep reading. 

Reed has always been always the intended protagonist of the Fantastic Four. They might have called it a family book but really, you tuned in every month to find out who is bugging Reed and whether he manages to fix everything this time. That’s who he is, he fixes everything. Mostly through the power of science, occasionally by stretching in the most ridiculous way. 

Reed is recognized by CB writers as a hero, not just a hero in a cape and mask sense (he doesn’t even wear those) but the cool-headed, smart guy, the focal point of the team and the narrative. You are supposed to see yourself in him and imitate his approach. 

Everybody cares about him, everybody talks about him, and in those rare moments when he’s presumed dead, everybody mourns him. 

But Reed just isn’t a good person. There are things about him that don’t just fail to align with heroism, they’re plain vile.

He’s a liar

Reed is a liar. It’s not just that he omits relevant details like, say, forgetting to inform the whole team that they are slowly dying, or warning them that he’s keeping a dangerous gate in the basement. This is absolutely a pattern with Reed and instead of getting mad at him, people just accept it as a part of his character. Even if they do get pissed off, they eventually forgive him. Then all of that repeats. To be fair, I probably should be more mad at the dysfunctional family that enables his behavior. 

But it’s still him. The logical path he loves so much to take inevitably leads him to the conclusion that it’s time for yet another lie. He’s not above covering one lie with another, and it comes off almost childish (not in the adorable sense). What I mean is, he is afraid of being judged because he knows what he’s doing is wrong but he simultaneously believes that he is right because he knows better. Again, this comes down to him claiming to be the smartest man on Earth. Which is ridiculous. The smartest man in physics is still the stupidest when it comes to art or magic. And he admits both things himself yet refuses to accept the fact that he knows almost nothing. 

Besides, both his daughter and Lunella are easily smarter than he is. 

He’s a hypocrite 

Reed is a terrible hypocrite. We don’t talk about that often, because the stories that allow you to notice that lie far apart. During the Civil War, he was all happy to serve the government. It is a big part of his life, he’s always been ‘public’ and ‘legitimate’. In the eyes of the law anyway. So when the question of whether or not to register appeared, he made a call for everyone. Happily so, and he went along with punishing everyone who opposed it. Except for his family, of course. It smells awfully similar to the way dictators operate so I guess we should be thankful Reed doesn’t have those ambitions. 

But when the tables turn and Reed has to answer for all he’s done, he believes that he is judged harshly. Of course, it turns out to be a villain’s plot but he never really stops to think how his actions were questionable at best. And he isn’t prepared to take responsibility the same way he expected others to. He thinks it’s unfair. 

He’s a garbage person 

Essentially, the problem is Reed not knowing when to stop. Reed is stubborn, we already know that. He is convinced that he knows what is best for everyone. He believes that his view of the world and how things should be is the correct one. The mathematically correct one, I mean, he did write all those equations on all those walls. This is what eventually led to the Civil War, and this is what eventually led to the Secret Wars. The two most notable events on 616. Reed’s math allegedly allowed him to predict the future, and in that future, he saw Doom. JK but he did see that superheroes will destroy the world if they keep on unchecked. And he did see the possibility of incursions. So he built 42 and threw his friends there. He experimented on Speedball to the point of torture because the government said it was ok. He got together with the Illuminati pre-Secret Wars convinced that they could definitely stop the incursions and they failed. They would’ve gotten everyone killed and, big shocker, the only ones he ended up saving were himself and his family (although Justice finally said “Hell no!’ and his family perished.)

But Reed sure knew what was right.

With that same attitude of knowing what’s best, he stomps around Latveria, trying to liberate it. He returns there every time and every time acts surprised when he discovers that Latverian people don’t want his liberty. They don’t want him, they like Doom. 

I feel like deep down Reed believes that his unique intellect allows him to see things more clearly than any of us mortals. And because of that, everyone should sleep well, putting their trust in him. Whether he invents another doomsday device (and promises not to use it), keeps Ultimate Nullifier in his nightstand, or stores a gate to anywhere in his basement. Everyone is supposed to trust him until turns out that his 3-year-old accidentally opened it. That’s happened a few times and if anything, we should know by now that Reed is anything but trustworthy. 

He never stops to think “Should I?” Because the answer is pretty much always “No.”

He’s an awful husband 

Back in the day, Sue often ended up on the other side of Reed’s outbursts. His smug attitude toward her was always uncomfortable, to say the least. He diminished her and everything she did because he deemed it irrelevant. It barely changed until the writers elevated her almost to his level by making her a doctor of Archaeology. While I appreciate them giving her some interests other than making sandwiches for everyone who resides in the BB, does it mean that they agree with Reed? That everything she did, whether she wanted to be an actress, ran their company, charities, or simply stayed at home with the kids, is not good enough? It makes sense in terms of their shared interests, but the only thing it gives me is doubts about him even loving Sue. Unfortunately, it seems like he sees her as a trophy wife he never could’ve gotten. When he talks about Sue, he often says that he studied her, like she’s an object that fascinates him. This kind of explains why he can’t relate to her, refuses to trust her, and doesn’t always care how his actions would affect her. 

When Sue was Malice, everything she told him was pretty genuine. There is a trope where heroes say the worst things under the influence, yet these things are rooted in reality. And that’s what happened here. 

There was another piece of truth Reed got when Johnny had a fight with Sue (about keeping from him the fact that the whole team’s powers were deteriorating, and their bodies too), he told her “You’re treating me like he treats you!” Reed didn’t react and that was never addressed again. Too bad, we all know that’s true. Reed has no respect for Sue. Even Reed knows that, I just don’t think he gets it. 

Let’s not forget that Sue served him divorce papers. What a time that was.

He’s a terrible father 

He starts out as an oblivious parent who doesn’t really care. As long as the kid can’t speak it’s not his problem, right? Hence multiple babysitters and Franklin spending half of his childhood with Agatha,  in Attilan, and at Alicia’s place. Franklin is a creator, not a scientific one either and that’s something Reed can’t understand. That’s why he’s been having a hard time even connecting to his son. Okay, he might not be the easiest kid to connect to but with the constant neglect he’s experienced, no wonder he feels like a disappointment to everyone. 

Val has a good father, Doom. He’s actually more of a parent to her than Reed, even if she’s the child Reed actually likes. Unless that’s just him being possessive. Just like with Sue (whenever she had her Namor eras) Reed is jealous of Val’s bond with Doom and as soon as he feels like he’s losing her, he gets mildly irritated. That’s exactly it, he’s not even properly furious – he just gets upset and focuses on work. 

Even all the family adventures they went on, or that time after Secret Wars when Reed decided that Ben and Johnny should believe their family is dead (including the kids), couldn’t make up for that. After all, Reed probably spent more time in his mobile lab than with kids. And when he got bored he happily ditched everyone except Frank and Val. So much for calling them all “their kids”. They are better off anyway because Reed doesn’t consider their feelings. At least he treats them like adults, since he doesn’t consider them either. 

He’s unkind and a trash friend

There is no genuine kindness in Reed. It’s almost like he pretends to be a loving husband, parent, and friend. 

Reed has no respect for his family or friends. If he had, he would’ve considered them whenever he made a decision. Again, it comes back to him believing he can’t make a mistake (check how long he’d been agonizing over the first space mission). Yet the vast majority of Reed’s actions vary from mean to straight-up creepy. 

Even the seemingly selfless gesture of turning his team into celebrities was his pathetic plea out of guilt. He never asked any of them whether they even wanted to be famous or heroes. He felt guilty (that’s something, I guess) for turning Ben into The Thing, and complicating things for Sue and Johnny (although, they probably would’ve been fine). 

But that’s a pattern that follows Reed everywhere and everybody ends up getting hurt.

Despite claiming to love his wife and kids, care about his friend, and tolerate Johnny, he is unkind to them. He views and moves them as pawns to where he wants them to be, all the while faking the perfect family man and good friend facade. And that’s the new Reed, the old one barely pretended. 

Let’s face it, Reed and Ben don’t have much in common except the collective trauma of getting powers and fighting Doom. The funny part is, Reed wants to be friends with Doom but Doom sees through his BS (okay, I might be giving props to the dictator here but ain’t he right?)

He’s way too full of himself

The self-proclaimed smartest man on Earth, Reed lives in the world of science. He is obsessed with math and he believes that math will solve everything. Spoiler: it won’t. He knows that, too. When Doom kidnaps his family and locks baby Franklin in Hell, Reed wastes so much time arguing with Strange over his aptitude for magic, that the kid ends up traumatized. For a while Franklin couldn’t tell the difference between Hell and Reality, all because his father couldn’t accept that he doesn’t know everything. 

This is absolutely a pattern with Reed — he doesn’t believe in ghosts, vampires, probably even werewolves. Meanwhile, he knows actual gods and had a witch for a nanny. If anything, this is a sign of stubbornness and that’s one of the worst barriers for wisdom. So good at math he might be, a genius — I don’t think so. That’s not all there is to it, because there are absolutely people smarter than Reed with a more flexible mind. I have to give points to him for recognizing that eventually and forming Future Foundation but he still has ways to go. So far, math has been a source of trouble more often than not. His inventions and his equations that predict the end of everything force him to take the most ridiculous approach in trying to solve problems before they arrive. And if that’s how we see Reed, imagine how irritating it is to Doom. 

And while we’re at it, they might have changed the origin so that Reed’s original calculations weren’t incorrect but that was wrong. The poetic justice of math, the only thing he truly trusted, betraying him, that was beautiful. If only Reed could understand art. 

He’s dull 

Let’s face it, they can rewrite Reed’s history, they can try to make him fun, they can even hire a really good actor to play him, but Reed is incredibly dull. He’s boring and even his family doesn’t pretend he isn’t. He is not charming, has zero charisma, not funny, and really he’s extremely lucky he managed to get Sue to marry him (because with his other bad qualities and lack of charm idk what that was, unfortunate chemistry?) He’s even more lucky Ben was out of other options friend-wise, and Johnny was just around. Otherwise, Reed would’ve died alone which is frankly, what he very much deserves. 

That’s not even half of his misdeeds, just the ones that were on the top of my mind. But trust me, if you spend almost a year reading about this guy, you will likely hate him just as much. 

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The curious “love triangle” between Paul, John and Brian (A long sequence.)

“This was the state of play in the music business and wider world on the day the Beatles had their arranged second meeting with Brian Epstein to discuss management — the day they said yes. [...] John, George and Pete arrived, Paul didn’t. Five minutes passed. Ten. Fifteen. Brian became edgy. [...] Beyond this, Paul’s non-arrival made things awkward — Brian wouldn’t want to say everything twice, so they waited for him to show… and waited. 

Brian’s irritation couldn’t be suppressed. [...] ‘I was a bit put out’, Brian said two years later, more coolly collected. ‘I thought, ‘This is the first meeting, they want to do something about management…’. He had every right to wonder what was going on. Paul was patently ambitious, liked to impress, and the Beatles needed a manager, so why was he doing this to the one person trying to help him, probably the only man in Liverpool who stood any chance of getting him everything he wanted?

After three-quarters of an hour, Brian suggested George phone Forthlin Road to establish when Paul had left for the bus. He returned saying Paul had only just got out of bed, was now having a bath, and would be along when he was done. Brian blew… but ended up being charmed and laughing, the usual Beatle mix.”

“It’s unlikely Paul arrived much before six, when Brian finally got to explain in detail the London meetings he’d had on their behalf. [...] Brian was, in several ways, the ideal manager for Paul. [...] However, John remembered Paul’s attitude to Brian being very different. John was always emphatic that Paul didn’t want Brian as the Beatles’ manager and presented obstacles to destabilise him, to make his job difficult, like turning up late for meetings.

‘Three of us chose Epstein. Paul used to sulk and God knows what. [Paul] wasn’t that keen [on Brian] – he’s more conservative, the way he approaches things. He even says that: it’s nothing he denies.’

Paul’s stance may in part have been a reaction to John’s, who always made snap judgements and leapt right in. It was a major and constant difference between them. As Paul says:

‘John said to me once, ‘Look, imagine you’re like on a cliff-top and you’re thinking about diving off. Dive! Try it!’ I said, ‘Like bloody hell I’m gonna dive. You dive and give us a shout and tell me how it is, and then if it’s great I’ll dive.’ John always had a strong instinct to do that, but it’s not my personality.’

Paul has confirmed that he asked Brian most of the questions about the contract: there had to be a signed agreement between them, but there wasn’t one yet because Brian was still looking into it. Paul says they didn’t know the going rate for a manager’s commission — ‘We had a little discussion about percentage, whether it was going to be 20 or 15 or maybe 10 perhaps, you know, because isn’t that what they charge? We were pretty naive then’ — but, having mixed with other artists for the best part of eighteen months, they surely had some idea.”

“The decision, of course, was John’s. This democracy had a leader and only he approved the moves. It was time for another of his big decisions. His first was to bring in Paul and his second was to allow Paul to bring in George. This was the third. Should he admit Brian Epstein into their partnership, or not? [...] Brian was a man who might achieve it for him. Of all the characters he knew in Liverpool, no one better suggested the possibility. It was plain that Brian had a fragile personality, but he was also intelligent, cultured, a fellow reader and thinker, generous, smart, civilised, cool, edgy, arrogant and, most vitally, a risk-taker. There was enough here for John to decide, and to disregard Paul’s games. In time, he’d subject Brian to a few tests of character, to find out how he really worked — but, for now, John had seen and heard enough.”

— “The Beatles – All These Years – Extended Special Edition (Tune In: Vol. 2)” by Mark Lewisohn (2013)

“[Brian] was to love them in a platonic, almost paternal way, calling them ‘the Boys’ until well after they became men, and dedicating himself to their welfare and protection.

But he was in love with just one. Not with Paul, the most obviously attractive, but with John, whose tough-guy exterior hid a middle-class upbringing not unlike Brian’s own, and who’d needed an all-protecting father figure since the age of six. So, yet again, a back seat for Paul — one which this time he took with some relief.”

“On the Beatles’ side, there was never any doubt that being managed by such a prominent local businessman, for whatever reasons, would be a major step forward. But, as lords of the Mathew Street underworld, they had developed a super-sized attitude from which even their most career-conscious and punctilious member was not immune. When an exploratory meeting with Brian was arranged at the NEMS store after hours, Paul failed to turn up. George telephoned 20 Forthlin Road to ask what had happened to him and learned he was taking a leisurely bath. [...] At further meetings which didn’t clash with Paul’s bath-time, Brian set out what he’d do for the Beatles if they put themselves in his hands. [...] Paul was the one who questioned Brian most closely, asking if the plan involved changing the music they played or the way they played it.”

“Living on the fringe of Liverpool’s underworld as they did, the Beatles knew all about Brian’s secret gay life and quickly guessed his fixation on John. (Strangely, none of their families ever seemed aware of any of it.) [...] John wasn’t the only Beatle to arouse Brian’s ardour: Pete Best has since claimed to have been propositioned by him on a car journey to Blackpool while John and Cynthia were sitting in the back. But never once would he show the tiniest flicker of attraction to Paul.

‘I think Brian felt a bit guilty because he ought to have fancied Paul, but didn’t’, a former NEMS employee recalls. ‘That always seemed to make him a bit uneasy around Paul and try extra hard if he ever had to do anything for him.’”

— “Paul McCartney: The Life” by Philip Norman (2016)

“The Beatles spoke directly to the conflicts in Brian’s soul. Here were oddballs who exuded a shameless candor; here were rough-looking young men with the blithe arrogance of a charmed circle. It was as if Brian’s nocturnal life and daylight fantasies had met and fused on the Cavern stage. Epstein’s enthusiasm for the Beatles has been glibly explained by his sexual attraction to them, and to Lennon in particular. This rather begs the question of who, in that club, regardless of gender or sexuality, didn’t fancy the Beatles — they were polymorphously captivating. It is true that Epstein was sexually magnetized by Lennon, but it’s also true that he fell in love with the Beatles as a group, and it was this that led him to offer them a style of management unprecedented in the pop industry: one based on devotion rather than profit-seeking.

The Beatles agreed to a meeting with Epstein at his Whitechapel store, on Wednesday, November 29, after a lunchtime session. They regarded him as a serious player, a successful businessman with music industry connections — an ‘expert’, as Lennon put it. They knew Epstein was ‘queer’ too, which didn’t bother them much, although McCartney was alert to what it might mean for the balance of power within the group.”

“Epstein fixed a follow-up meeting with the Beatles for Sunday, at 4:30 p.m. This one was nearly disastrous. John, George, and Pete arrived on time; Paul did not. Half an hour went by. The small talk ran out. Finally, Brian suggested George call Paul at his home. George returned with news from Jim McCartney that Paul had just got out of bed and was in the bath. Brian was angry now and only somewhat mollified by the others’ good humor. (‘He may be late’, said George, ‘but he’s very clean.’) Eventually Paul turned up. [...] Brian was already thinking of America as well as Britain. ‘You’re going to be bigger than Elvis’, he said, a prophecy they found outrageous and thrilling. They agreed to be represented by him. Lennon later claimed to have made the decision himself, over Paul’s objections: ‘I make a lot of mistakes, character-wise, but now and then I make a good one… and Brian was one.’

We should be wary of John’s retrospective tendency to present himself as the driving force of the band, but Paul’s lateness to the Epstein meeting is well attested. Why did he throw a spanner in the works? He seems to have been uneasy about what Brian’s appointment would mean for him. Paul, who like John was a close reader of people, could see that Epstein was besotted by Lennon. He understood what that felt like. As he put it later, ‘I’m sure Brian was in love with John. We were all in love with John, but Brian was gay, so that added an edge.’ What worried him was John’s power over Epstein, and therefore his power over the group if Epstein became their manager. His concerns were not groundless. In his first months as manager, Epstein treated John as the most important Beatle, running any proposed changes by him before talking to the others. Lennon reveled in this role. He later said, ‘I was pretty close to Brian because if someone’s going to manage me I want to know them inside out.’”

“As for McCartney, he had given over school and the prospect of becoming middle-class for a career in music, against the advice of his father. He would have felt responsible for his family’s economic security. He was ambitious. Given how much was at stake, the idea he might become a backing musician for John Lennon was not worth contemplating. In the contract that the Beatles signed with Epstein there is a clause that says the manager may split up ‘the Artistes… so that they shall perform as separate individual performers’. Epstein’s assistant Alistair Taylor claimed that this was inserted at Paul’s request. Taylor recalls Paul saying, in an early meeting, that if the group didn’t work out he would pursue a solo career.

Despite his initial hostility, and one occasion when he sorely tested Epstein by skipping a show, Paul’s problem with Brian — or John and Brian — largely resolved itself. Brian learned to consult Paul, and his efforts on behalf of the group began to pay off.”

— “John & Paul: A Love Story in Songs” by Ian Leslie (2025)

“They knew [Brian] was homosexual, but that was all. John was the only one I discussed it with, as he was quite interested, but Paul I think was upset by it. Brian realized this and was always especially concerned about pleasing Paul, giving him the biggest presents. Brian’s staff told me that he worried most about keeping in with Paul and always answered his calls first.”

— Hunter Davies, “The Beatles: The Authorized Biography”, 1968 (Revised Edition)

“I heard there was an English guy drunk in the next-door bar, who I first thought must be a musician. But when I go in there, I find Brian Epstein sitting up at the bar, passed out cold with his head on the counter. So I go back into the Star-Club and tell John to come and help me get him out of there. When John comes into the place, he just picks up a half-empty glass of beer from the counter, pulls back Brian’s collar and pours the beer down his neck. I asked him if that was any way to be treating the Beatles’ new manager. ‘It’s OK’, John said to me. ‘I already gave him one up the ass.’”

— Horst Fascher about when The Beatles went to Hamburg for open the Star-Club on April 1962. (“John Lennon: The Life” by Philip Norman, 2008)

“Toward the end of April 1963, Lennon went on an eleven-day holiday with Brian Epstein to Barcelona — the one he informed Cynthia about at the hospital. It’s not clear why he chose to go with Brian rather than staying with Cynthia and Julian (‘what a bastard I was’, said John in 1970, recalling this), or why, if he was determined to go away with friends, he didn’t go with Paul, George, and Ringo, who all went to Tenerife. His decision may have been about consolidating his status as the Beatle who was closest to the manager. That was Paul’s theory: ‘John was a smart cookie. Brian was gay, and John saw his opportunity to impress upon Mr. Epstein who was the boss of the group.’

John was curious about Epstein’s sexuality and perhaps his own.”

— “John & Paul: A Love Story in Songs” by Ian Leslie (2025)

“LENNON: I was on holiday with Brian Epstein in Spain, where the rumours went around that he and I were having a love affair. Well, it was almost a love affair, but not quite. It was never consummated. But it was a pretty intense relationship.

It was my first experience with a homosexual that I was conscious was homosexual. He had admitted it to me. We had this holiday together because Cyn was pregnant, and I went to Spain and there were lots of funny stories. We used to sit in a cafe in Torremolinos looking at all the boys and I’d say, ‘Do you like that one, do you like this one?’ I was rather enjoying the experience, thinking like a writer all the time: I am experiencing this, you know.”

— “All We Are Saying: The Last Major Interview with John Lennon and Yoko Ono” by David Sheff (2000)

“Although Paul was the friendly one, within the setting of the band he was always slightly apart from the others, on his own. It was triggered by the fact that Brian Epstein was in love with John, so Paul felt isolated. Even after Brian had gone, it was something he always felt.

I remember after they had a Number One hit with ‘She Loves You’ in 1963, they came out to stay with me in my father’s house in Tenerife. Paul, George and Ringo. But no John: he’d gone on holiday with Brian. While George was busy trying to befriend the girl in the shop down the road, showing her the cover of the single, and Ringo drifted through the days, Paul resented John going off. It showed.”

— Klaus Voormann, “Who Killed John Lennon?: The lives, loves and deaths of the greatest rock star” by Lesley-Ann Jones (2020)

“‘Actually Pete’, he said softly, ‘Something did happen with him one night.’

Now that wiped the grin right off my face. Had I even dreamed there might be any truth whatsoever to the rumors, I would never have made light of the subject in the first place. Still — as John surely knew — I would have stood by him, and let the rest of the world handle the business of passing moral judgement, even if he had just told me he’d committed murder. And John would surely have done the same for me.

Which, after all, is what true friendship is all about.

‘What happened’, John explained, ‘is that Eppy just kept on and on at me. Until one night I finally just pulled me trousers down and said to him: ‘Oh, for Christ’s sake, Brian, just stick it up me fucking arse then.’ And he said to me, ‘Actually, John, I don’t do that kind of thing. That’s not what I like to do.’ ‘Well’, I said, ‘what is it you like to do, then?’ And he said, ‘I’d really just like to touch you, John.’ And so I let him toss me off.’ 

And that was that. End of story.

‘That’s all, John’, I said. ‘Well, so what? What’s the big fucking deal, then?’

‘Yeah, so fucking what! The poor bastard. He’s having a fucking hard enough time anyway.’ 

— Pete Shotton, “John Lennon: In My Life” (1983)

“John told me he had a one-night stand with Brian, on a holiday with him in Spain, when Brian had invited him out, a few days after the birth of Julian in 1963, leaving Cyn alone. I had alleged this brief holiday in the book, but not what John had alleged had taken place. Partly, I didn’t really believe it, though John was daft enough to try almost anything once.”

— Hunter Davies, “The Beatles: The Authorized Biography”, 1968 (Revised Edition)

“John admitted to [Hunter] Davies that he had slept with Brian ‘to see what fucking with a guy was like’.”

— Peter Brown, “The Love You Make: An Insider’s Story of the Beatles” (1983)

“Lennon’s sexuality has long been a subject of fascination for Beatles acolytes. [...] ‘It’s kind of well-known that Brian and John had some sort of fling, the extent to which we will never know’, Leslie says. ‘But it happened — probably. John was such a mess in so many ways; I think it’s been underestimated just how much of a mess he was. The others in the band continually had to manage him in order to keep him in the band.’”

— “Beatles biographer Ian Leslie on John Lennon and Paul McCartney’s ‘erotic’ bromance” by Nick Duerden (AOL, April 2, 2025)

“I changed the subject and told [Brian Epstein] that the few times I’d seen the Beatles, I’d found them so powerfully emotive that I almost felt I could have screamed along with all the crazy 14-year-olds.

‘Me too’, he agreed. ‘In fact, once I actually did. One night I pushed my way into the middle of ten thousand screaming kids, right in the middle of the chaos, and let myself go in a falsetto voice. I went absolutely berserk and it was the most erotic thing I ever did in my life. Like the first time I got to kiss John after I’d been crazy about him for ages. But afterwards I was incredibly ashamed of myself. I felt really guilty, as if someone might find out.”

“He obviously fancied me, and I made use of it to ask dozens of questions about his business and personal relationship with The Beatles.

‘There’s real love between all five of us’, he told me.

‘Despite the giggling guru?’ I asked, remembering that at that very moment all four Beatles were in North Wales with the Maharishi.

Brian looked hurt. ‘I never minded other people being around. I’m not jealous. Not of girlfriends, wives, even other boyfriends, but the Maharishi seems to want to kill their affection, not for anyone specific, but affection in general. He wants them to feel uninvolved with anyone or anything, but of course that’s a fallacy because they’re all completely involved with him, especially John. At the moment I feel I’ve completely lost him.’

It was obvious that it was losing John that hurt the most.”

— Simon Napier-Bell, “You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me” (2005)

“Lonnie Trimble: He sat me down once after he’d gotten rid of Diz. It was the first time I ever went into his bedroom when he was actually in bed, and he said, ‘Sit down. I want to talk to you. I want to tell you about this and that.’ I said, ‘Wait a minute, now. Do you really want my opinion of what you’re gonna tell me?’. He said he did and I made sure to ask him three times if he really wanted my opinion. So eventually I laid it on the line.

I said, ‘Diz is in California now. Leave him there out of harm’s way’. Then Epstein said, ‘Oh, I’m gonna make him a star. He wouldn’t harm me’. It was during the same discussion that he told me that he and John Lennon had been lovers. Now that’s too much for me to take on. We’d never talked about his personal life before, so I left the room.”

— “In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story” by Debbie Geller (2002)

“Former Beatles manager Brian Epstein engaged in homosexual acts with one member of the legendary band — the gay pop mogul’s ex-aide claims in a sensational new book.

Joanne Petersen is working on ‘There’s A Beatle In My Closet’, which will expose ‘revelations of intimacy’ with at least one of the Fab Four, but she refuses to reveal which member.

Epstein, found dead by his devoted assistant after an overdose in 1967, was tormented by inner demons and had a hopeless crush on John Lennon, leading many to conclude the mystery lover was the Imagine star.”

— Irish Examiner: “Book to reveal Epstein’s ‘homosexual acts’ with former Beatle” (20 April, 2005)

“Paul McCartney loved John Lennon, who loved Brian Epstein, who loved Paul McCartney. All the whole London music scene knows this, and there, the famous suspicion about Paul’s ‘death’, which originated with an American DJ, didn’t catch on.

The ‘death’ theory is well-constructed, but the true story (the one about their faggotry) makes much more sense. And it’s much spicier. I prove what I said:

Everything was going great in the John-Paul-Epstein triangle. Everyone loved each other, they adored jelly beans, everything was rosy, smoke and mirrors, etc. Ringo and George Harrison were always on a different page. The duo was Lennon and McCartney — they sang together, composed together, did everything together. Together with Brian Epstein, of course, who was openly queer and quite relaxed about it.”

— “It’s queer!” by Nelson Motta (O Pasquim, 1970)

“Q: Have you ever fucked a guy?

A: Not yet, I thought I’d save it till I was 40, life begins at forty you know, though I never noticed it.

Q: It is trendy to be bisexual and you’re usually ‘keeping up with the Jones’, haven’t you ever… there was talk about you and PAUL…

A: Oh, I thought it was about me and Brian Epstein… anyway I’m saving all the juice for my own version of THE REAL FAB FOUR BEATLES STORY etc… etc…”

— “INTERVIEW/INTERVIEW WITH BY/ON JOHN LENNON AND/OR DR. WINSTON O’BOOGIE” by John Lennon (Interview Magazine, November 1974)

“Paul, with all his charm, knew how to bend people to his will. Tony Barrow, who saw Brian interact with all the Beatles in the London offices, recalls how John’s attempts to bully Brian never found an erotic charge in John’s bully-boy personality, but it was Paul, Barrow said, who knew how to seduce him. Platonically, but still. ‘Paul used the fact that Brian was gay to get his own way. He’d come in and put on his bedroom eyes. He’d use his own sex appeal to manipulate Brian into doing what he wanted the band to do.’”

— “Paul McCartney: A Life” by Peter Ames Carlin (2009)

“I found a love letter from Brian Epstein in Paul McCartney’s Aston Martin DB6… It was a love letter from Brian to Paul. It was begging… I don’t need to say anymore than that…”

— Francie Schwartz, BBC documentary “The Beatles’ Biggest Secrets” (2004)

“PLAYBOY: Pop historians spend a lot of time analyzing ‘the Beatles phenomenon’ and the dynamics of the band — your personalities, Brian Epstein’s secret love of Paul...

LENNON: It’s irrelevant. He wasn’t in love with Paul. He was in love with me. It’s irrelevant, you know.”

— “All We Are Saying: The Last Major Interview with John Lennon and Yoko Ono” by David Sheff (2000)

[defectivevillain]

comfort crowd

pairing: Bruce Banner/Reader

the reader is masculine implied. otherwise, race is ambiguous and no physical descriptors are used.

summary: “You could be hanging around any of the Avengers and you choose Bruce Banner?" your friend asks disbelievingly, glancing at you over the rim of their glass. You’ve been trying your best to ensure they aren’t staring at any of the heroes for too long, but it’s only inevitable. It takes you a moment to respond to their question. “We’re friends,” you respond. At your friend’s skeptical look, you frown. “What?” "Friends don't look at each other like that."

word count: 2.2k | ao3 version

notes: The reader is implied to be masculine (they’re said to be ‘fanboying’ over Bruce, but that’s literally it). Otherwise, race is ambiguous and no physical descriptors are used. Also, the reader works for Tony Stark but their exact career isn’t specified.

no warnings I can think of. hope you enjoy!

You usually ditch Tony Stark’s parties. Tony is many things: genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist—as he so eloquently states. But he’s not exactly the best at throwing parties. It’s not his fault, really. A bunch of superheroes in an enclosed space with alcohol is a recipe for disaster. Combine that with the general luxury of Stark Tower… and you’re faced with an event you’d really rather not attend.

But this time is a little different, because your friend is here. Your amazing, nerdy friend who loves the Avengers far more than any normal person should. Since the moment you revealed that you work with Tony Stark, they’ve been practically begging you for a chance to even be in the same room as the superheroes. And, well, after at least six or seven denied invites, you figure you have to show your face at this upcoming party for a bit. It’ll kill two birds with one stone: proving you’re not an unapproachable asshole, while giving your friend the chance to drool over the Avengers from across the room. It’s a win-win, you think. 

This is how you find yourself awkwardly lurking in the corner of the living room, spectating the madness from afar. A few of the guys are currently fixated on trying to lift Thor’s hammer, while Thor watches on with a smug expression. Wanda and Vision are discussing something quietly in the corner; Tony is ambling about, providing people with more drinks and just generally ensuring everyone is having a good time. Bucky and Steve are on the couch, the two of them looking somewhat out of their element until Sam approaches and gets them to loosen up a bit. Clint is speaking to Bruce quietly in the corner of the room. 

Bruce Banner is probably the Avenger you’re closest to, if you’re being honest. A few of the heroes are antisocial or prickly—cough, cough, Bucky, Natasha and Wanda, cough, cough—but you get along with most of them. Vision is cool; Sam is a good guy and the two of you have been known to watch movies together when time allows. Clint, Steve, and Rhodey are polite and friendly enough, but you’ve never really had long conversations with them. There’s Tony, of course: your indirect boss. He’s a piece of work, but he does have a heart buried underneath all that metal. (At least, you hope so.)

But Bruce? Bruce is the one you gravitate towards. He’s grounded in a way most of the other heroes aren’t. He’s a scientist first and a hero second. He’s wicked smart, of course—with a dry sense of humor that always amuses you. 

When your friend learns that Bruce is the one you’re closest with, they seem surprised. “You could be hanging around any of the Avengers and you choose him?” your friend asks disbelievingly, glancing at you over the rim of their glass. You’ve been trying your best to ensure they aren’t staring at any of the heroes for too long, but it’s only inevitable.

It takes you a moment to respond to their question. “We’re friends,” you respond. At your friend’s skeptical look, you frown. “What?”

“Friends don’t look at each other like that,” they say smartly, with all the wisdom of someone who has very little knowledge of the situation. 

“Like what?” you blink in confusion. 

“Like that,” your friend says, looking at Bruce pointedly. You follow their gaze to find him staring at you intently—he quickly looks away. 

“Please,” you scoff at them. “You’re losing it.” 

“I don’t think so,” they say, before raising their eyebrows suggestively. You both laugh at the gesture and soon forget about that particular subject of conversation. 

Eventually, your friend has to head home—and you walk them to the door, giving them a hug and reassuring them that they don’t owe you anything (despite their insistence that they do.) After they leave, you close the door and turn around—only to nearly run into Tony. 

“They were right, you know,” Tony remarks, apropos of nothing. 

“What?” you say. Is he talking about your conversation earlier? How does he know about that? “Hey, were you eavesdropping?” you look at Tony pointedly. 

“I’ve never seen Banner half as sociable as he is when he’s with you,” Tony says, completely ignoring your accusation. “What do you two even talk about, anyways?” he huffs. 

You shrug. “Depends.”

“Hm.” Tony looks contemplative, before a smirk rises on his lips. “Knowing you nerds, it’s probably mortality, existentialism, blah blah blah, naturalism, blah blah blah, uncanny valley, something something—”

“Okay, okay,” you huff, refusing to admit he’s right on the money. “Sheesh.” 

Tony shrugs. “Hey, I’m just making an observation.” He holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Flirt all you want.”

“Flirt?” you echo incredulously. “We’re not flirting.” 

“Sure,” Tony says flippantly, clearly not committed enough to argue. “Well, maybe you’re not,” he adds casually.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you squint. Tony just shrugs, taking advantage of your confusion and promptly leaving the conversation. You watch him walk over to get another drink, feeling equal parts fond exasperation and irritation. For a moment, you wander about the party and exchange quick greetings with everyone. 

It’s inevitable, you think, that you find yourself gravitating to Bruce. He’s standing at a high-top table, staring off into the distance. You watch him for a moment, idly wondering if he even wants company. Eventually, you manage to summon the courage to approach him. 

“Hey, Bruce,” you say casually, standing across from him. 

Bruce blinks and drags his gaze towards you, his tense posture seeming to relax a bit. “Hey yourself,” he responds with a brief nod. He’s nursing an almost untouched drink in his left hand. “I’m surprised to see you here.” 

“Oh, yeah,” you acknowledge. You don’t usually bother going to these parties, after all. “My friend’s kind of an Avengers fan, so I had to bring them here to shut them up.” 

“It was a religious experience, I’m sure,” Bruce says jokingly. 

“Yeah, I had to watch them the whole night,” you admit with a smile. “Make sure they didn’t try to jump Steve’s bones or anything.”

Bruce chuckles. “I saw Tony talking your ear off earlier,” he points out. 

“Agh, yeah,” you sigh. “Everyone’s up my ass today, it’s kind of annoying.”

Bruce sputters at your somewhat vulgar honesty, laughing for a bit before composing himself. “And why’s that?” he asks, his eyes glittering. 

“I don’t know,” you admit, tapping your fingers against the table restlessly. Bruce’s eyes track the movement. “They keep asking me about you.” 

“Me?” he blinks. “Why?”

You shrug helplessly. At his confused look, you try to elaborate. “They seem convinced that we’re more than friends, that you’re flirting with me.”

“Hm,” he says calmly. Bruce is a composed guy, but you expected him to react a bit more skeptically. There are a few seconds of silence. “And what do you think?” Bruce continues, his expression impossible to decipher. The room around you almost seems to fade into obscurity. It’s just the two of you. 

“What do I think about it?” you clarify. Bruce nods. “I mean, I don’t think you’re flirting with me. Obviously.” The remark probably sounds a bit pained and stiff, but what else are you supposed to say? ‘Yeah, I really wouldn’t mind if you were flirting with me. Keep it up!’ You fight off a laugh at the thought. 

“Obviously,” Bruce repeats. He considers you for a moment. “You know, for someone so intelligent, you can be pretty oblivious,”

“Hey,” you huff indignantly. “Rude.”

“You think I’d spout off about my research to just anyone, in such explicit detail?” he asks. 

“…Yes?” you say weakly. 

Bruce looks unimpressed. He sighs, shakes his head. “I was trying to impress you,” he admits, looking at some unseen point over your shoulder. 

You stare at him in complete and utter disbelief. “You don’t have to try to impress me,” you manage to say, when you can gather your thoughts again. “I’m already impressed by you.” 

This time, Bruce is surprised. “Really?”

“Um, duh,” you say with a sheepish smile. “I’ve been borderline fanboying over you.”

“Our last conversation was you trying to justify nihilism,” Bruce recalls with amusement. “You call that fanboying?” That unfairly attractive, lopsided smile is on his lips again. 

“I don’t know!” you say defensively, once you can tear your eyes away from it. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he remarks, with a fondness you can’t quite dismiss as merely platonic.  

“I think we both are,” you respond. 

“Maybe,” Bruce admits with a slight smile. His eyes wander the room before finding you again. “Everyone else seems to think so.” 

“Maybe we should really give them something to talk about, then,” you say before you can stop yourself. The implications of that statement are clear, and you watch as comprehension dawns across Bruce’s face. The two of you are standing closer than socially appropriate now. 

“Maybe we should,” Bruce responds with a smile, placing his drink on the table. It’s unreasonably smooth, the way he enters your space with ease. His hand finds the side of your face and he pulls you into a kiss. At some point, your hand moves to rest at the nape of his neck. 

You’re certain you could linger in that moment forever, if not for the sharp wolf-whistle Tony lets out. It promptly cuts through the comfortable noise of the party, drawing attention to Bruce and you. The two of you break apart, 

“Finally,” Tony grins. “Jesus. Thought you two would never get your shit together.” A few of the heroes murmur their agreement; Bruce and you exchange a glance. 

“Shut up, Tony,” you both say in unison. Tony either has no awareness or simply doesn’t care, because he then heads over to you and wraps his arms around you two. You’re fighting off a smile regardless, still reeling from the admission that Bruce likes you too. 

“Tony, we were kind of having a moment here,” Bruce says pointedly, when the man doesn’t make a move to leave. 

“Right, right, right,” Tony sighs dramatically, twirling around and walking away. 

Bruce shakes his head in disbelief, before his attention returns to you. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Bruce admits after clearing his throat. His hand lingers on your forearm, as if he doesn’t want to let go of this opportunity presented to him. 

“Me too,” you confess. “Probably too long, honestly.” Since you first met. But he doesn’t need to know that. 

“Not longer than me, I’d imagine,” Bruce huffs. You raise your eyebrows at him and he seems to have realized what he just said, quickly back-pedaling with a slight flush on his cheeks.  “I’ve— uh. Tony talks about you a lot.” 

“Really?” you question, struggling to fully believe that. “I can’t imagine he’s ever said anything flattering about me.” 

“Maybe not explicitly,” Bruce acquiesces, “but tolerating Tony Stark is more difficult than most people imagine.” 

“Oh, you have no idea,” you huff. You’ve known him long enough to recognize that. Rhodey once told you that you deserved a Medal of Valor for working with Tony as long as you have. The thought still amuses you. It takes you a few seconds to remember the subject of conversation. Bruce just admitted that he was interested in you before you even met, if you’re reading things correctly. “So, what, did you stalk me or something?” you joke. 

Bruce’s lips part for a moment, as if he’s about to speak. But he remains quiet. That small slip, that quick reaction, is all you need.

“No way,” you laugh. “You did?” It’s impossible to fight off a grin now. Here you were, thinking you were acting like a complete bumbling fool around him… assuming he never felt the same… 

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” Bruce mumbles quickly, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“No, it’s cute,” you say before he can get more embarrassed. You put your hand over his in a spontaneous gesture—you’ve decided you’re being very brave tonight. Your courage pays off, because he squeezes your hand reassuringly, almost lovingly. “You have no idea,” you admit. “You could’ve done something as simple as friended me on LinkedIn and I would’ve fallen over.” Just the thought of your early days working with Tony… looking down at your phone to find a notification from Bruce Banner… You would’ve had an aneurysm. 

“You’re that easily impressed?” he jokes. “Good to know.” 

You roll your eyes. 

Despite the excitement of the evening, you’re fighting off exhaustion. It’s getting pretty late, and the superheroes show no sign of wrapping up. Yet another quality to envy: endless stamina for parties. Must be nice. 

You’re fading fast, and apparently, it’s pretty obvious. Bruce urges you to get rest, promising you’ll talk in the morning. He makes a compelling argument, and you can’t bring yourself to argue when he’s leading you to the door with a hand on the small of your back and an adoring look on his face. He kisses you goodbye and you go to sleep that night hoping that party wasn’t just one long dream. 

The next morning, you blink sleep from your eyes and look down at your phone. There’s a message from Bruce reading “Hope you’re sitting down for this.” Moments after you type a response, (“??”), your phone buzzes. It’s a LinkedIn notification, with a friend request from Bruce. 

You laugh.

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[solarpoweredpunkpossum]

having complicated feelings about the politics of rage

like that specific kind of debate bro whose videos are all "liberal DESTROYED raging feminist OWNED by calm facts and logic haha i'm so smart and cool" who thinks anyone not in a perfect stoic state must immediately be wrong (and by proxy their ability to "argue" about things that don't affect them divisive topics calmly means they must be right)

seeing people finding their ways to scream into the void for reaping week or vent the anger and indignity at how screwed up our world is... why is it so taboo? why is it so bad to be upset at, yknow, things that should upset any rational, compassionate person?

because yeah, anger isn't rational and tends to find targets rather than solutions, but for fluff's sake it doesn't just go away! you can't turn off your passion! and you shouldn't! you should be upset! you should be upset about climate change and billionaires and rising fascism! you should be upset that the world is unjust!

but we've created, or accepted, or failed to question, this framework where being calm makes you more correct and being visibly passionate or upset is a bad thing, where being riled up by someone who thinks you don't deserve rights is a sign of weakness, where caring loudly and vibrantly is somehow bad optics because being angry looks bad.

angry people are dangerous. angry people can't be trusted. angry people shouldn't be listened to. angry people can't control their emotions. angry people should just calm down. angry people should be subdued.

just shut up and take it already, won't you?

like. look. the doomerism and despair is strong outside of communities like this. so often i find myself asking where is your rage!? where is your hope?! your joy, your passion, your conviction that a better world will be made!

i spent a long time drowning in some pretty rough crap. when i managed to crawl out of it, the first thing i felt was relief. the second was burning, white-hot rage that i had lived like this, that i had been allowed to live like this. anxiety makes you want to shrink down, be as small as possible, as unintrusive, as unnoticeable. anger told me to be loud, be bright, be visible, shout from the rooftops that i deserved better, turn passion into action instead of wallowing.

yes, i am angry at the world and i should be. i am upset that people who have more money than i can even conceive of can run the planet into the ground and blame me for using too much plastic. i am upset that my existence is someone else's political fodder they can fearmonger about for engagement. i am upset that people are dying over numbers on a graph and lines on a map. i am upset that billions of dollars for guns and tanks gets written off without question, but the single mother of two on food stamps is what's draining the budget. i am upset and i'm not going to apologize for it, because that isn't "letting my emotions control me," it's having basic fluffing compassion for other people.

sorry i can't be calm like you while you're holding a gun to my head. it must be easier when it's your finger on the trigger.

[letters-to-rosie]

random Ekko thoughts

so I'm trying to get a little fic writing in, and I was thinking of some timebomb takes I've seen recently. I realized that a lot of opinions people have on their relationship and how it's depicted center around Jinx, and I was wondering what care people give towards writing Ekko, so here are some things I like to include when writing him:

perfectionist. Ekko, at least in League canon, goes back and forth over and over to craft a perfect moment. I think he'd be observant, detail-oriented, probably a little neurotic, definitely the type to replay an awkward interaction over and over in his head in the shower or before falling asleep

emotionally guarded. first, I gotta say I don't think Ekko would want to be this way. but he's been through so much he finds it useful to have walls up. it's not like all the toughness is a defense mechanism—he fights for what he believes in and is clearly very brave (who else makes hoverboards ffs). he does miss, though, the times and people that allowed him to be more vulnerable, and he treasures it when he has it. his childhood ended way too soon

chronic overthinker. this goes back to the perfectionism, but I think he'd constantly be questioning everything. he's good on his feet, but he likes to have a plan, and he'd tends to think about those for a long time

charismatic as hell. this one I think is proven by the show, lol. Ekko seems very personable, likes to haggle (at least as a kid), and is liked enough to lead a resistance movement. I think he'd make good speeches and be good at convincing people. this would, of course, cause drama with Jinx, because he'd be like "all these people believe in me and my former best friend doesn't," ow

drama. I like to give him a pretty dramatic inner monologue, lol. I also like to think he's self-aware enough to realize he's being dramatic in the moment and to then continue the drama anyway

enjoyer of thrills. hoverboard. need I say more?

childish and playful side. didn't get to have a full childhood and cherishes getting to let that side out. cue fluff

fidgeter. it preceded the tinkering

player of mind games. this is mostly based on how he treats Caitlyn and Vi after kidnapping them, putting them through what essentially amounts to tests (for, imo, understandable reasons). he also goads Jinx into a game he knows he'll be able to win. I think he'd apply this thinking to other scenarios, be they big or small

too-big sense of responsibility. would feed into the drama for sure. he feels the weight of his community on his shoulders, and because he wants things to go well, and because they're counting on him, he takes on a lot that he maybe should not

self-righteous. he strikes me as filled with righteous anger. he's right, most of the time. on the occasion he isn't, this causes problems

proud. wouldn't be a real issue in most situations, but it's there

irreverent. he flips off cops as a kid. we love him for this

smart. this is obvious, but sometimes can be forgotten in the fandom. I'd see Ekko as book-smart and having street-smarts (or at least a lot more than Jayce, but that's a low bar). I think his verbal skills would also be a bit more polished than some of the other science-inclined characters (cough cough Jinx). I think it's also notable that among the others (Jayce, Viktor, Heimerdinger, Jinx), Ekko is the main science character who has no access to proper schooling at any point. sure, he has his job with Benzo, but it's unclear how much that would have taught him. Silco probably got at least books for Jinx, and the others had real teachers. there's an element of resourcefulness in Ekko's smarts which is laudable, imo

very dorky. we love a man with range. I feel like he would be able to operate on multiple levels, one in which he's this cool charismatic leader and another when you get to know him better, who makes science puns and has a lot of insecurities, which naturally leave him replaying awkward conversations in the shower. layers!

idealistic. you have to give people what they need to live

heart of gold. one thing that always strikes me is that Ekko is really the only member of the main cast concerned enough with the plight of the average person in Zaun to make it his whole business. he's tending to the crisis in a way that is simultaneously very grounded and (again) idealistic, where substance use recovery is very much needed in the setting but he's also (perhaps in contrast to Vander) throwing himself into battles that are unsustainable because he believes in his cause, even if the persecution is so bad he has to hide over it

disaster bi (this one is for me)

Ekko's a really layered and interesting character. I wanted to bring up some things I think about when writing him because of posts I've seen recently about him being reduced to "Jinx's boyfriend" (due to anti-black racism, of course) and posts just kinda about timebomb in general? I think because it's been canon that Ekko has a crush of Jinx for so long, it's easy to take that for granted and not give much thought to his side of the ship. we also spend a lot more time in Jinx's head than his in the show, even though the brief moment we do spend in his head introduces a whole new art style and the best song on the soundtrack (fight me)

obviously, I'm a shameless Ekko and Firelights stan. he's my favorite character in Arcane and one of my favorites in anything ever, so it was fun to flesh out my headcanons, things I think are extrapolatable from canon, and just some of the traits that go into writing him. if people have others (or just traits and things they think are interesting) I'd love to hear them! I love my brilliant and contradictory boy!

[ever-4sunlight]

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦Headcannon꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

✮Relationship with the genshin hybrids

✮Pairing: gorou, itto, tighnari, yae miko x gn reader

✮Warnings: bad English || pronouns used: none

✮Requests are open<3

𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖

-Relationships with gorou are kinda complicated he is used taking the role of the serious commander so it's hard for him to actually be himself for you

-He will most definitely act all tough and serious around you so you think he's cool!

-If you two are alone he will cuddle up to you and let you scratch behind his ears with his tail wagging like crazy!

-He's not really into telling everyone about your relationship no one has to know... Not even kokomi

-He would most definitely bite you but not to hard! He still possesses some of his animalistic traits so why wouldn't he let them out on you?

-He's the sweetest lover in the world! He is clingy and will do anything for you! But not when he's around people he knows of course he still has to act serious sometimes

-very silly boy that's for sure but probably already made up the future for the two of you<3 how about kids? Maybe just marrying? Either way he will be happy!

𝑰𝒕𝒕𝒐

-oh oh oh... You got yourself the greatest oni of all time good luck...

-his and my birthday aren't much apart so i just KNOW he is clingy he definitely is! Every second he gets to he will hold you or have his hands on any place you allow him to

-hes very protective and will glare at everyone who looks at you

-the first person who knows your in a relationship is shinobu... She even knew it before you did. _.

-He's very happy to be with you and will show it in every way he can

-if your comfortable with it he will put you on his shoulders so you can see the world from your lovers shoulders

-when you two are home he will grab you and cuddle with you hours for fucking hours!

-he is very talkative and needs someone who listens to him better if even speaks as much as him!

-will grin at you when you trace the red paint on his body patting your head how adorable you look while doing that

-overall a great boyfriend he would do anything for you

Tighnari

-wow! Congrats you got yourself the fennec fox to fall head over heel for you beware of his endless talking of knowledge

-he's very smart and rant about botanic and everything that happened on duty until your ears start to bleed

-he's a loving partner and will take care of you whenever you feel sick or just bad, just don't eat things you shouldn't eat or he will get annoyed

-will he bite? Not often but you will get a few nibbles here and there when he's bored

-you're one of the very few people he will allow to touch his ears and tail he will get very embarrassed so don't do it in public

-he will definitely help you with everything you have problems with hes very supportive

-he can't stand liers, don't lie to him and you will be fine

-he will definitely not tell cyno! He just knows cyno will make unfunny jokes about it

Yae miko

-you got the the pretty shrine maiden to fall in love with you congrats you got the most teasing kitsune to ever exist!

-she will tease you 24/7 if it's just sliding her hand over your spine to get an reaction or just getting close enough to your face to kiss you just to pull away, yae got every possible trick up her sleeve

-whenever you say something she thinks is something you should shut up about or just something that doesn't make sense she will pat on your head with her book

-she doesn't sleep much but loves to have your head on her lap while her hands are intertwined with your hair (if you got hair)

-she doesn't tell any of the maidens but the way she acts with you gets a bunch of attention and pulls suspicion with it

-she will hum you to sleep and hold you for your comfort

-don't expect her to do what you want she's definitely not the submissive one in this relationship

-she's the best girlfriend someone can have>o<

[doctor-cowboy]

Just got around to watching Holly's Chronicles of Benry stream. It's great and everything I wanted. I love viewing it through the lens of it being Benrey's personal playing-with-dolls recreation of his fantasized life, where he imagines himself to be a relatable Normal Person who can be sympathized with because his life has been sooo hard (and normal). Favorite moments along with my interpretation of them: -The introduction of Emmet Calhoun. I love characters that barely exist and Emmet is no exception. I think we should let him be real -When Benrey is talking about the boss battle, he calls Xen his home -He talks about getting shot with the "Gordon gun" and being killed, and then says "I never forgive him, and he's my best friend, so I gotta forgive him". He's still mad about what happened but he likes Gordon enough that he "has to" forgive him -After his death, he is trapped in gm_construct and not allowed to leave -Constantly talking about how happy he is, how he doesn't have any friends but it's ok, how he's dead but it's ok, and how he can do anything he wants. From the perspective of this being his fantasy world, (and with all context), it can be assumed the opposite is true -Everyone in his fantasy perceives him as very funny, smart, kind, and helpful. I think the whole section with the cow friend says a lot about how Benrey sees himself in relation to others- mostly about how he thinks others should see him -^He tells the cow that he can do "bad stuff" with his powers. She responds by saying everyone is capable of good and evil, and that she thinks Benrey is good. Despite everything, Benrey wants to be a good person, or at least perceived as one -^After saying this, Benrey says that she reminds him of his friend Tommy. The cow then says "he sounds like a fine man, and its really cool when you know him." Benrey and Tommy are best friends -When he was on the phone with Dr. Coomer or Emmet, he insulted them once or twice. They responded by laughing. Could be interpreted that when he's being randomly mean to someone, he thinks he's being funny rather than an asshole -Claims now that he has died, he can't die ever again -Every part with Gordon is important. Gordon's 2 roles in this are being a damsel in distress- with a high-pitch voice and everything-begging Benrey to help him (which he does, because he's so nice and cool), or Gordon talking about how happy and proud they all are of Benrey's performance in "the videos" -^Gordon tells Benrey he's not mad about the "arm stuff" anymore because he has his arm back now. Benrey wants Gordon to forgive him too, and thinks he deserves forgiveness because of the perceived impermanence of what he did. It *is* hypocritical, since Benrey is still mad at Gordon for killing him, despite him being "alive" now -Overall implication that Benrey is not only self-aware as an AI but self-aware as a show character. Talks about "the videos" a lot. If you couple it with the idea that Gordon was streaming the game in-universe to justin.tv, I think that could be really interesting

Conclusion: I love to take a joke so real and serious. This stream is only tangentially related to canon, but in a comedy series, "canon" means a lot less. Which means that anything about it can be real if you want it to be. Or not. But I enjoyed the stream and thinking really hard about it, and I encourage everyone who hasn't watched it yet to check it out!!!

[oppropro]

Chapter 3

This is the conclusion to my fanfic. This was really fun and I hope all y'all enjoy it. Maybe I'll write some more stuff later on. Something shorter and more lighthearted.

Once again, All credit to @jttw-monkeybusiness for her AU story.

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CHAPTER 3- Hired

            The only sound Sophie could focus on was that of her heavy footsteps drumming on the forest floor in tandem with her racing heart. Her mad sprint had tempered into a steady pace as she continued to run as straight as the terrain would allow her. Her legs ached and her chest felt like it was on fire. No matter how heavy she breathed, she never seemed to get enough air. Still, she had to keep running. At that moment, it did not matter to her where she was going; anywhere but there.

            She tripped over a tree root but did not lose her balance. What the fuck had just happened to her? How the hell did she wind up in a forest? That woman in the shop. Was this her fault? Was she a witch? A mare? More likely, she drugged that cup of tea, and this is all a hallucination, a bad trip. A nightmare.

            She should have fallen onto the wet pavement of her hometown. A street bustling with vehicles and foot traffic. The smell of concrete, rubber, unemptied garbage bins; all overpowered by the sweet perfume of flowering tree blossoms. Someone should have helped her up to her feet and brushed away the dirt from her scratched up face. A human; not a pig-man. And what was that thing she fell on? Some grotesque talking monkey monster? It looked like it wanted to tear her apart with its fangs. Jesus Christ! It talked. He talked. The monkey monster and the pig-man talked. None of this could be real.

            When she thought she had put enough space between her and her would-be assailant, and when she finally ran out of breath, Sophie stopped and leaned her back against the trunk of a mossy tree. The air was cool and humid, making her sweat stick to her body rather than evaporating. Now her legs hurt, her head throbbed, her chest burned, and she was shivering. With her eyes closed, Sophie managed to regain control of her breathing and rummaged through her pocket for her cell phone. She pulled it out of her sweater and opened her eyes so she could unlock it.

            Sophie dialed 112 and waited for the call to connect. Nothing. There was no signal. No data. No Wi-Fi. No matter how many times she tried, her calls were not going through.

            Unable to hold back whimpers anymore, Sophie held her phone in front of her with both hands wishing she had the strength to snap the useless piece of junk in half. All out of options, she cried out to the heavens.

            “Help! Somebody please help me!”

            To her dismay, the heavens answered.

            “Yeah, I can help you girly.”

            Sophie turned to her right to see the monkey monster standing no less than five meters away. Her heart sank.

********

            Was it fair to think that all humans were stupid, or was it this woman in particular? To be fair, Wukong acknowledged that he held a personal bias, what with this woman crashing onto him and then running off without so much as an apology for her insolence. Tracking her down was not hard, it was actually quite funny to watch her run herself to exhaustion. The distance was impressive, for a human, and he doubted that his master could do any better than her.

            Wukong observed the woman as he stalked her from the canopy above. She obviously posed no real threat. There was nothing demonic about her, though her foreign attire made her suspect. She could be a part of a demon plot; a patsy to be used as bait to lure him and his master. If she was smart, she would answer his questions and return with him to his master; then the monk will see that Sun Wukong, the great sage equal to heaven, is the fastest, smartest, fiercest, bravest, patient, loyal, and most merciful of all on heaven and earth.

            The woman below Wukong began crying for help. The chase had gone on long enough. It was time to get some answers.

            “Yeah, I can help you girly.”

            The woman looked up at him and froze. She was like a frail little deer staring down a tiger.

            “Of course, you’re gonna have to answer some questions of mine. First off, who are you and whose dumb ass idea was it for you to assault me and my master? I’m pretty sure you’re too stupid to sabotage the monk’s mission on your own, so start naming names and I promise I won’t hurt you.”

            She stood, still frozen in place, her lips quivering. Her eyes darting between him and a clearing in the forest floor, the remnants of some old animal trail. There was no way she would be stupid enough to run again.

            “Just answer my questions,” Wukong was no longer asking, he was ordering.

            The woman stared him down, regaining the slightest semblance of composure. Then, she ran off again into the forest.

            Why? WHY! Why was she making this harder than it needed to be? He was tired of playing cat and mouse. He barely had to walk briskly to catch sight of her again. This time he was going to make sure she stayed put. He extended his jingu bang out before her. He could have hit her with it, but he didn’t. She ran right into it on her own. Wukong grinned cheek to cheek as he watched the woman tumble over the staff and face plant into dirt. He laughed aloud as he made his way to her feet. His staff rested on her back in case she tried to run again.

            “I guess you are a stupid as you look, but I am in a forgiving mood so answer my questions and I will make sure you don’t hurt yourself any more than you have already.”

            The woman on the ground grabbed a fist full of dirt and debris, then with impressive precision managed to throw the filth in Wukong’s face, hitting him in the eye with a rather sharp pebble. She squirmed under the weight of his staff but could not free herself.

            “GET AWAY FROM ME YOU DISGUSTING CREATURE!” Her voice conveyed all the fear and malice Wukong knew to expect from every god and mortal alike that crossed his path.

            This was the end of his patience. He was the one who was accosted. He was the one showing mercy. He was not the perpetrator in this attack. He did nothing wrong. And yet this insolent little mortal woman thinks she can attack and insult the great Sun Wukong? He was going to get the answers he wanted from the woman and then drag her ass back to his master. But first, he was going to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

            “You think I’m a disgusting creature? You think I’m a monster? You’re the one who attacked me. But that just makes what I’m about to do you all the more justified.”

            His fur stood up on end. the knuckles in his right hand cracked. The woman beneath him cowered as he readied his strike.

********

            Sophie braced for whatever blow that monster was about release unto her. Huddled on the damp forest floor trembling in a fetal position, her eye clenched shut; she prayed for this nightmare to end. But no strike came.

            She opened her eyes to see that her prayer was only halfway answered: she was still in this strange forest, but the monster that was attacking her was now seemingly incapacitated. He was doubled over on himself, clenching the golden band around his head. He looked to be in agony. Behind the monster was the pig-man and the human who were with her when she fell.

            Sophie hardly registered the man back then. Now, riding on a white horse, with elegant robes, he looked like a prince out of a far away fairy tale. He was in deep concentration; muttering words Sophie could hardly hear. Pig-man looked on at Sophie and the monster with a seeming sense of shock. A third man was with them. A large blue man, with a not-unfriendly appearance. Sophie couldn’t remember if he was there all along or not. It didn’t matter. They were here now, and whatever that meant, their presence kept the monster at bay.

            Blue-man walked to her side and helped her up slowly. “Please, little sister, accept this apology for the behaviour of my brother.” Sophie found his baritone voice to be assuring. “We do not mean you any harm. Our master, the monk Tripitaka, simply wants to know how it came to be that you have happened upon our company.”

            Sophie looked to the man on the horse, this Tripitaka monk, and then back to the monster still reeling in pain. If she had any chance of surviving, it was with the monk. Guided by blue-man’s gentle hand, she began to follow the strangers through the forest.

            Pig-man held her backpack in front of himself, “Little sister, you dropped this when you fell. I will carry it for you until we are back at our camp.” Sophie could tell he was trying to cheer her up, make her feel better. She simply nodded in silence and continued to stare blankly ahead, hoping the second half of her prayer would come true and she could leave this wretched place.

********

            Hours had passed and Sophie was warming herself by a fire prepared by pig-man. Bajie, she had come to learn, or Pigsy as his friends called him. She held in her hand a cup of tea prepared by Wujing, who told her to call him Sandy. The cup was warm in her hands and the tea was bitter and earthy. Sophie would take sips and let the tea sit in her mouth awhile before swallowing. To her it seemed it was the only part of her existence she had any control over. She had finally stopped crying, but every now and then tears would well up and pour down her cheeks.

            Once they had arrived at camp, Sophie had told Tripitaka all about the events of her day leading up to her being shoved out a store front door and onto the monkey monster, Sun Wukong. Wukong had more titles to his name, but Sophie didn’t care to learn them. Once Sophie and the monk had gone back and forth trying to puzzle out her story, he excused himself from her presence to sit in quiet contemplation.  Sophie sat alone staring into the flames of the campfire.

            Wukong sat at the outskirts of their camp. Sulking, arms crossed, and staring daggers at Sophie. She could sense him from the periphery of her vision but refused to make eye contact.

She didn’t know if she was more afraid of him than she was angry. She was angry at him and knew he was angry at her, which made her more afraid. When Pigsy assured her that Tripitaka had ways to make sure Wukong would behave himself, that seemed to make the monkey even angrier at her. No matter what, she could not allow herself to be alone with that monkey demon.

            The sounds of Pigsy and Sandy setting up camp and preparing a meal, melded with the sounds of the forest: distant birds, chirping insects, and wind through the tree leaves. All the sounds blended together into a silence Sophie was able to ignore. She was tired of thinking, tired of existing; she wished for no more than to slip into nothingness. The only thing that seemed to keep her tethered to the reality was the crackling of the fire and the cup in her hand.

            Finally, the silence was shattered by Tripitaka’s voice. “I have come to a decision.” The pilgrims halted whatever task they were performing to look at their master. Sophie slowly turned to meet his gaze as well.

            “It seems to me that it is the wish of Buddha, as well as the wish of the Bodhisattva, that Sophie accompanies this party on our holy mission. Therefore, she shall act as my servant and assist us on our journey.”

            The monk’s declaration was met with mixed reviews. Sandy accepted the news at face value, Pigsy seemed happy. Wukong was taken aback. Sophie shook her head in denial of the monk’s words.

            “No. I don’t want to do this. I can’t do this.”

            “Master, I beg you to reconsider,” Wukong interjected. “Our journey is hard enough already. If we take her on, she is just going to be another liability.”

            Despite the protests of Sophie and Wukong, Tripitaka stuck to his conviction. “Sophie was offered a job by Guanyin to act as my assistant. I had told Wukong that whatever challenges should befall us, we must face; and you just so happened to fall upon Wukong. I don’t think it could be any clearer that you have been brought here to help keep my disciple in line, though how you might achieve that is a mystery to me.”

            Sophie looked across at Wukong, who again stared back at her. If he was angry at her before, heaven knows what he was feeling now.

            “My disciples shall assist you in your chores, until you find your own footing in this world. And then, you shall be able to carry your own weight on this journey so that you are not a burden or a liability.” The monk stared down Wukong as he finished his sentence.

            “Tripitaka, please, I just want to go home,” Sophie pleaded to the monk.

            “If it was in my ability to send you home I would do so in a heartbeat dear Sophie. Alas, the only one I know of who could perform such a miracle is Buddha and he is not here. As it were, we are on our journey to reach Buddha ourselves, if you wish to ask him to send you home you are more than welcome to accompany us.”

            Tripitaka gave Sophie a sad smile. He was trying to make the best of her sorry situation. There was no denying the truth in his words, however. If she ever wanted to get back to her home, to her mother, she was going to have to accompany the monk on his journey to the west.

[the-colourful-witch]

The Hogwarts Uniform (my version)

I'm a little bit behind on my character illustrations, but that's why I have backups, like this one! I sometimes make more than I want to post in a week, and then I save them for weeks like these when I'm too busy to make anything new :) I'm so smart, hehe. Anyway! This is my version of the Hogwarts uniform. I have to say something. I hate grey. I despise the colour and it's always bothered me in the films and in a lot of fan art. It's so bland and lifeless. Bleh. I think there should only be ONE item of grey clothing allowed in the uniform at all times. But hey, that's my opinion and in my artwork, I can make it so. Yippee! When I draw a character in uniform, I'm very open to making changes to it, depending on the personality of the character. I mean, look at Luna and Pandora. There's barely anything left of the traditional uniform. But that's okay, because it's just a drawing. Although, wouldn't it be so so cool if we saw a Harry Potter adaptation where students could spice their uniforms up however they'd like?! It would be less English boarding school and more MAGIC SCHOOL. Because that's what we're talking about here. These people are witches and wizards and I would like to see some more whimsy in their appearance. This sheet I made is just a basic start to any uniform. It has all the standard components of the uniform and you can do whatever you want with it after that. I'm curious to know your thoughts about my 'whimsical' uniform idea :)

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Thoughts on Ron x Hermione? Were they a good pairing or should they not have been endgame

I think it makes sense that they're endgame, and I like them as a pairing. I'm not passionate about them, so you won't catch me reading/writing fic where they're the main couple, but as a side couple while Harry's having the main romantic drama, sure.

My problem with Romione is how they were written a bit. Like, in my current reread, I noticed I actually kinda shipped them in books 3, 4, and 5 but like, Romione in books 6 and 7 really doesn't do it for me.

I'll try to organize my thoughts. Like, I do like Hermione and Ron's banter, I honestly think a lot of the petty arguments Harry tunes out are just fun to them. They are both very verbose people and they enjoy bantering and arguing over petty bullshit (bar a few exceptions like 3rd year). I mean, there is a reason these two are bantering and Harry just tones them out:

“Well done, Ron,” snapped Hermione. “What?” said Ron indignantly, having managed, finally, to swallow his food. “I’m not allowed to ask a simple question?” “Oh forget it,” said Hermione irritably, and the pair of them spent the rest of the meal in huffy silence. Harry was too used to their bickering to bother trying to reconcile them; he felt it was a better use of his time to eat his way steadily through his steak-and-kidney pie, then a large plateful of his favorite treacle tart.

(OotP, 210)

“That was really, really good, Harry,” said Hermione, when finally it was just her, Harry, and Ron left. “Yeah, it was!” said Ron enthusiastically, as they slipped out of the door and watched it melt back into stone behind them. “Did you see me disarm Hermione, Harry?” “Only once,” said Hermione, stung. “I got you loads more than you got me —” “I did not only get you once, I got you at least three times —” “Well, if you’re counting the one where you tripped over your own feet and knocked the wand out of my hand —” They argued all the way back to the common room, but Harry was not listening to them.

(OotP, 596)

It makes sense they are like this. Hermione is argumentative in general and Ron grew up in a large family with a lot of siblings. He spent all his childhood arguing with people he loves — arguing over petty shit is a love language. I think, as a couple, they'd just continue doing this.

I mentioned in my Harmony post that I think Ron is closer to Hermione than Harry is. Ron is protective of both Harry and Hermione and stands up to Snape and Malfoy multiple times on behalf of both his friends (as I mentioned in the past, Ron is the friendship glue here, in my opinion) even when Harry and Hermione don't stand up to each other. And yes, Ron had his faults in books 4 and 7 (book 4 is the worst one in my opinion since in book 7 he tried to return immediately, he just removed himself from a volatile situation that can actually be super healthy as a means to calm down) but I do think he's a good friend to Harry and Hermione and knows how to connect to both of them.

Like, I kinda hate that the fandom just ran with Ron having the emotional range of a teaspoon. I mean, he's often the most emotionally intelligent person in the Golden Trio, and he should be given more credit. He is the only one of them who knows to change how he talks depending on who he's talking to on a somewhat conscious level. Hermione is too rigid in her views and doesn't really do social chameleon-ing. Harry does do it, but through mirroring and he does it differently than Ron.

And I think Romione's personalities do work really well together. They complete each other in a nice way. Hermione is all book smarts and memorization, and Ron is strategy and plans (street smarts). They are both brave in different ways and have a different temperament. Like, they get emotional under different circumstances, so one of them would usually end up being cool-headed.

Like, they both require a similar level of attention in a relationship so they work well on that front. Ron knows how to be supportive of Hermione's pursuits, even when he doesn't fully get them, and Hermione (at least in the early books) is aware of Ron's cleverness and appreciates it and his sense of humor. They are good to each other in how they push the other's worldview. Hermione pushes Ron out to rethink things he always considered fine (House Elfs). And Ron pushes Hermione to have more fun and relax a little.

The reason I have a problem with how they are written is that I hate how Hermione's crush on Ron is treated in HBP. Like, that shit was painful to read. I would've loved for them to get together without Hermione being the bitterest, meanest girl out there. Like, I don't mind Hermione being mean, she can be mean on occasion, it's part of her character. Like, I have no qualms about her using that Confundus Charm on McLaggen, that's in character. My problem is how she treated Ron when he was dating Lavender.

Like, I didn't mind the insults towards Lavender too much, that's in character (she is a bit of a pick-me girl like Ginny too, especially in book 6, but even before), but attacking Ron with birds when he never dated Hermione was overkill. Ron's shit towards Hermione and Krum in the fourth year was less extreme than this, I mean, he would never attack Hermione physically. Ron would argue with her, sure, he does so plenty, but he never did and never will attack her and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth to see Hermione willing to attack him quite violently over kissing Lavender when Ron wasn't dating Hermione, it wasn't fucking cheating, Hermione!

Like, I hate it.

In general, I like Ron more than I like Hermione, and this means it's never going to be a pairing I'm invested in, but, it makes sense and could've been done way better than it was in the books. I think Romione had potential and was done dirty.

[the-mislead]

After 1 billion years I come back with Hazbin hotel redesigns || prt 1 ||

<This post was made by a HH/HB critical person! I do not like the shows and if you do like them, please avoid interacting with my posts!>

I have a lot to say so cut lol

Probably my favourite redesigns ngl lol

Charlie

To put it nicely her original design was boring and conveyed little to nothing about her character, so I put her in an outfit that easily conveys that she is in a musical, I mean, if you saw someone wearing that unironically, you'd think either they're queer or a musical kid right? Exactly.

Used pink and purples to convey a more friendly figure. I've also seen purple being used to convey pride, and that's super smart so I did that too lol

Red head cause Lucifer is too, gave her a bit of blonde for Lilith. Also made her hair slightly curlier cause Lucifer has been depicted having curly hair.

Ok so I know I made her complexion and face in general look very different but I have my reasons:

Charlie is a child of an angel and a human, whether or not they've fallen to hell, those children in mythology are known as Nephilim. They are giants who possess great strength. Now I hardly made Charlie a giant, but I did want to make her look obviously a little. Uncanny. To show she isn't just a hybrid, but a horrifyingly unintentional one. So I made her eyes a piercing yellow inside red, and also made them very wide, her mouth a little too long, and skin a little too grey.

Gave her a tail so she looks less human \/(•-•)\/

She's a Princess. So a crown, because you would not be able to tell she's royalty based on her proper design.

Got some meat on them bones!!!!!!!! She's a Princess!!!!!!? Royalty eat well !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

vAggie

I have one hundred and one issues with Aggie's design (and her name)

To start with her name. I hate it. Adam calling her that is one thing, but her continuing to use the name after falling, and not knowing the meaning?????, just left me feeling like she was stupid, which she isn't, but the show made her seem to be. So instead she gets Blitzo treatment; she got rid of the v and now just calls herself Aggie.

I made her look less human, or less demon, she's a fallen angel, she should at least give one or two clues to that. On that, I tried to convey her overcompensating trying to look like a sinner, dunno if it translates but idrc

Hair wings. That's it.

She covers most of her skin (see:gloves) due to very obviously angelic scarring. Only Charlie has seen her scars, but she chooses not to acknowledge the clear origin of them.

Gave her cute little bows, because she's allowed to be bitchy and a little femme. They're also in the dreaded red/pink colour vivzie just fucking looovvesss, because it's not a bad colour when used in moderation.

If you look closely you can see her armour underneath her shirt, she always wears it, no matter where she is or what she's doing.

Yellow because she's trying to look welcoming to humans and she doesn't know what humans like.

No X over the eye, it looks cool but it just doesn't translate well to my design/au

She has so much hair guys, half of the reason she kept it so short is because of how much she has.

Muscular. She is a warrior angel (a Powers angel? Those are the ones who fight demons? But they're also high ranking and idk if it suits her fully... Will think more about this) anyways, she's an angel that fought and that was her sole purpose, of course she'd be muscular.

Ok onto Alastor and Niffty ….