#like idk if i were you i wouldn't be around flaunting that

[slu7formen]

But imagine homewrecker!Luke x fem Aphrodite!reader, where reader’s already in a relationship but Luke just wants her sooo bad, so he flirts with her when no ones looking, teases her, and absolute shits on the man shes’s with in every opportunity he gets (there’s a scene from Avatar legend of Korra where she says to Mako “yeah, but when you’re with her you’re thinking about me, aren’t you?” And I can see him saying the same thing to her while giving her the most devius smirk EVER) she’s only “human” so she gives in eventually and it could be smut in the end (could you pretty please write something like this <33)

MDNI. luke castellan x fem!reader

idk who you are but you’re a genius, I fucking love you for this

warnings: luke’s a home wrecker but that OKAY because it’s him, also he’s so mean, kinda possessive, mention of masturbation, lil smut towards the end (oral, f receiving)

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Another night. Sleep, the supposed thing he´s been wanting all day, remained out of reach. It had been like this for weeks, a relentless torment that gnawed at his insides with the intensity of a starving Furie. And who´s fault was it? You.

He groaned against his pillow, the sheet sticking uncomfortably to his sweaty torso. Night after night, it was the same, but he couldn´t help himself, how could he keep himself from thinking about you? Being an Aphrodite´s daughter, you simply stood out from the rest, but there was something more.

The way you carried yourself; applying the smallest amount of makeup that managed to accentuate your features, making your eyes sparkle and your lips look impossibly kissable. Your voice, seductive even when you didn´t mean for it to be. Even the hideous orange camp shirt, a piece of clothing that seemed designed to make someone look dowdy, couldn't diminish your aura. He could practically smell the faint scent of your perfume, a mix of coconut and something inexplicably you, that lingered in the air even after you’d left.

It was an obsession, a problem. He wasn´t naive though, he knew he wasn't the only one who felt this way about you. How boys tripped on their own feet and walk straight into trees because of you, but that was then. Because there was a tiny, slight problem now.

You were taken.

The feeling was hot and acid. You weren't his to have. You belonged to someone else, a possession proudly displayed by your ever-present boyfriend, a hulking son of Ares who never seemed to leave your side. And Luke shouldn’t feel this way, he knows it. He shouldn't feel the hot wave of need to break the guy´s jaw every time he saw you with him.

You were happy, he was sure of it, you showed it. Your mother was the goddess of love, so you surely enjoyed it when you had it wrapped around your hands. But with him, you could be even happier. You deserved more. You deserved him. Luke let out a low growl, no-, he deserved you.

Luke could take everything you had for him and more, things that he was sure, your boyfriend couldn´t, and never will be able to.

He should feel scared about some Hypnos kid sweeping into his dreams accidentally and taking a glimpse of his dreams. How he wanted to begin to play, to have his own fun. He was determined to play for keeps.

And you, his prize, would be his reward.

Luke wasn't stupid. He wouldn't blatantly flaunt his desires in front of your man. No, his approach was far more subtle, a slow burn.

It started with those little greetings. A passing "Hey there, pretty" as he walked by you on his way to archery practice, his armor straps purposefully being adjusted in a way that accentuated the broadness of his shoulders. You'd respond with a simple "Hi" a smile playing on your glossy lips as you continued your conversation with your sister, both of you blissfully unaware of the first move in his carefully calculated game.

He began weaving himself into your periphery, appearing near you at mealtimes, offering unsolicited help with chores, lingering just a tad too long during conversations.

It couldn't be denied, Luke was undeniably handsome. You always knew he was attractive, a dark-haired rebel with an edge that appealed to a certain kind of girl. He had a way of carrying himself, a cocky self-assurance that some could find arrogant, but others, like you, couldn't help but find strangely magnetic. Being a daughter of Aphrodite, you were keenly aware of the power of charm, and Luke possessed it in spades.

You found yourself strangely drawn to it.

But he had to act faster than that.

He'd find you reading under a tree, the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting an ethereal glow around you. He'd saunter over, a slow, predatory grace in his movements.

"Mind if I join you, beautiful?"

You looked up, rolling your eyes playfully. "My boyfriend's gonna kill you if he hears you calling me that" you chuckled, flipping a page of your book.

Luke, for a split second, allowed a flicker of irritation to cross his features, quickly masked by a sardonic smile. "Blame it on your mother, then. I can't help but speak the truth."

You couldn't help but bite your lip, a laugh bubbling up in your chest as he settled next to you comfortably, arm bumping your own.

"What are you reading?" he asked, his voice dropping a fraction lower as he leaned closer, the scent of leather filling your senses.

You mumbled the title, the close proximity of his body making you uncomfortably aware of the heat radiating from him. It took him a hot minute to open his mouth again, a almost mockery sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back on his elbows.

"You know," he began, his voice dropping even lower, "Your boyfriend doesn't seem to be around much lately."

You bit your lip, a mixture of annoyance and something else entirely bubbling within you. "He has his own training schedule, Luke" you pointed out, your voice taking on a slight comprehensive edge.

He nodded slowly, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Of course" he drawled, stretching the word out like a piece of taffy. "But it´s been quite some time, right? Does he always leave you alone like this?"

You shrugged your shoulders. “He doesn´t” you stammered. “He´s just-, busy”

Busy. In summer. Gods, you were so…

Fucking cute.

He couldn't help but find it incredibly mesmerizing and astonishing, the way you were so transparently in love with your boyfriend, a love that Luke was determined to break, piece by piece. It only fueled his perverse desire to rip that very love away, to replace your blind devotion with a burning desire for him. He didn't want to break your heart — not exactly. He just wanted to re-route it, to steer its affection towards him.

The once-casual hangouts became more frequent. Tonight, you found yourself huddled next to him at the flickering bonfire. You chat casually, occasionally finding yourself hypnotized by the way his adam´s apple bobbed up and down every time he spoke.

“New skirt?” he then asked. He knew he shouldn't be looking, shouldn't have allowed his gaze to drop to the way the fabric clung to your thighs, drawing his attention to the delicious way they were pressed together ever since the moment you sat down. Yet, he couldn't help himself. The image seared itself into his memory, a forbidden fruit he desperately wanted to taste.

"Yeah" you chirped, a playful lilt in your voice. "You noticed?" There was a glint in your eyes, a spark of something that made his pulse quicken. Had he ever noticed your clothes before? Gods, yes, he knew every article in your meager wardrobe — the worn out oxford jeans, the simple white t-shirts that hugged your curves just perfectly, the tight cargo shorts, and now, this new skirt that showcased your legs in a way that made his blood run hot.

But he wouldn´t tell you that.

"Of course I noticed" he replied, forcing a casualness he didn't feel.

"Really?" you pressed, looking down at your clothes.

"You're impossible to miss” he pointed out. “It´s pretty” one of his fingers playfully tugged at the edge of your skirt, stealing a short giggle from you.

Your smile faltered for a moment though, a flicker of something crossing your face that Luke couldn't quite decipher. “He didn´t notice, you know?” you say.

A smug satisfaction bloomed in Luke's chest. Now, what could be better fuel for his twisted plan than a little unspoken resentment towards your oblivious boyfriend?

"Didn't notice?" he feigned obliviousness, milking the moment for all its worth.

"The skirt" you explain, kicking your feet playfully in the dirt. "Don´t really know why I care, though. He doesn't pay much attention to these things”

There it was, the confirmation he craved. Your fucking dumb boyfriend was failing you in all the ways that truly mattered. And Luke, oh, Luke was more than happy to fill that void.

In the mean way.

"Well, he's an idiot then" Luke stated firmly, his voice low and intense.

“Luke” you whined.

“What?” he cut you off with a humorless laugh, the sound tinged with a bitterness that made you uneasy. "Is it because of his busy schedule?" he mocked, his eyes narrowing. “Can’t say nice things to his girlfriend?”

You stared at him for a moment, your gaze unwavering. Your brows furrowed in a frown, and you tilted your head slightly, studying him with an intensity that made Luke suddenly feel analyzed. You leaned in, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. The movement brought you closer. His breath hitched a second as your eyes met his, framed by those long, mesmerizing lashes. It was as if you were looking not just at him, but right through him, searching for something.

"Why do you hate him so much?" you blurted out, the question tumbling from your lips before you could stop yourself.

Luke scoffed, the sound harsh and dismissive. "I don't hate him" he stated, but his voice lacked conviction. You raised your eyebrows, hiding a smile forming on your lips. “Hey, I mean it” he insisted, playfully pushing at your shoulder. "Just… feels like you're with someone who doesn't pay attention to you" he continued, his voice low and intense.

The casual tone he used, disarming and friendly, made you physically jolt a little. Luke managed to bite his tongue, swallow the jealousy and anger like a thick pill. He was a master manipulator. He wouldn't play his hand this early.

Unease settled in your stomach. "It's not always like that" you mumbled defensively.

"No?" he countered, his gaze unwavering. The firelight danced in his eyes, you couldn't help but look away, his intensity a little too much to handle.

"No" you repeated, your voice barely a whisper. "It's not his fault he's not interested in the things I like."

"Yeah, but you’re interested in everything about him, right?" Luke pressed, his voice soft but laced with something like a challenge, making you think twice before you answer.

His words hit a nerve, and you found yourself looking down at your lap, picking at a loose thread on your skirt. He was right, of course.

The silence stretched. A slow, teasing smile played on Luke's lips. He saw the doubt creeping into your eyes, the seed of discontent he'd been carefully planting beginning to sprout.

"You should find someone else, sweetheart" he said finally, his voice a husky murmur. He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair that had escaped your braid and gotten caught in your earring.

You met his gaze, your eyes wide and searching. The playful banter had completely vanished, replaced by a tension so thick you could almost cut it with a knife.

"There are a couple of guys out there," he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "who would kill for you to even look at them." He punctuated his sentence with a quick wink.

You breath out a nervous laugh, heat flooding to your cheeks. "You're such a drama queen, Luke" you finally managed, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

"’M not sure about that" he conceded, leaning back slightly, but never taking his eyes off you. "But sometimes that´s what you need. A little drama, excitement. Could make you see things a little clearer”

Days went by, and the conversation with Luke replayed on loop in your head.

´Drama. Excitement´

On the surface, everything seemed fine. Your boyfriend was kind, reliable, everything you thought you wanted. It felt comfortable and safe, yet… predictable. That sparkle that Luke talked about, that was absent.

You´d try to shake off your thoughts. One moment you'd convince yourself it was all a silly game you were willing to play. The next, you'd find yourself lost in a daydream, picturing Luke's dark eyes burning into yours, his voice, his touch. You tried to maintain a facade of normalcy, telling yourself he was just a friend, a confidante.

But the traitorous part of you craved more.

Luke, meanwhile, felt like a predator closing in on his prey. Your growing confusion fueled his ambition, every stolen glance, every conversation, a victory in his twisted and sick game. He watched your boyfriend with growing contempt, the sight of his hand roaming in the curves of your body making him clench his fists in rage. It should be him, Luke, pulling you close at night in his bed, whispering in your ear. He yearned to see you smile for him. He yearned to claim you, to make you his own for once and for all.

So his façade started to fall off. His possessiveness became more blatant, his touches lingering a fraction of a second too long. His calculating approach was slowly giving way to a burning need, a possessive hunger he couldn't suppress much longer.

One night at the bonfire, while everyone enjoyed a good time and shared laughter and music, Luke didn´t see you there. He shifted his gaze to his surroundings, his attention snagged on the figure of you nestled deeper into the shadows.

As usual, you were captivating, your animated expression and rapid-fire gestures suggesting a heated conversation with someone unseen. The distance made it impossible to discern the words, but the set of your jaw and the slight flush creeping up your neck told a clear story – you were arguing.

Then he noticed. It was your boyfriend.

And as soon as he saw you storm off in anger, alone, into the woods. He followed.

He kept a safe distance, ensuring you wouldn't notice his presence. The woods, shrouded in darkness except for the occasional sliver of moonlight filtering through the leaves, were easy to navigate for him. Finally, he spotted you. You were huddled on the floor, your knees drawn up to your chest, a muffled groan escaping your lips.

“Hey” he called out softly.

You spun around. Luke´s figure stood behind you, hands in his cargo pockets, the shadows painting his face. “Hi” you reply, getting on your feet again, turning to him.

He knew what he wanted to say, what he needed to say for you to dip into his arms. But he was good at playing dumb too, so he waited a little more.

"Um… is everything alright?" he asked, feigning concern.

You crossed your arms over your chest, a shadow of your earlier anger flickering in your eyes. "Yeah, just…" you trailed off, searching for the right words. "Feeling the need to punch something that's not my boyfriend's face."

A sardonic chuckle escaped Luke's lips. "Now that's a feeling I can relate to," he said, taking a tentative step closer. You shot him a glare. “That´s a joke, sweetheart” he added. He didn´t manage to make you laugh, but you rolled your eyes and your lips curved into a small smile.

You leaned back against the rough bark of a tree, letting out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" Luke's voice asked, gently. He was standing a few feet away from you.

"It's been like this for days" you finally began, your voice thick with frustration. "And it's my fault. He says I'm acting weird, different, like something's in my head” You sigh “And maybe he's right."

Luke followed your gaze as it drifted to a patch of wildflowers growing at your feet. "So he just can't stand you having second thoughts about your relationship?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

You bristled at his words. "I never said I'm having second thoughts," you defended, a spark of defiance igniting in your eyes.

"But you are" he countered, his voice low and steady.

You shook your head, the movement sharp and jerky. "No" you insisted, a tremor in your voice betraying a touch of uncertainty. "I don't want to leave him, but…" Your voice trailed off, and you shifted your gaze, avoiding his eyes. "That conversation we had," you continued softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "what you said. It got me thinking."

A surge of satisfaction coursed through Luke. Bingo. He'd managed to plant the seeds of doubt, to make you question a relationship that once seemed solid.

"Yeah?" he pressed, his voice barely a murmur, encouraging you to elaborate.

You paused, your brow furrowed in concentration. It was strange, you were confiding in him, this boy who was practically your opposite. Yet, his words had resonated with you, stirred something you hadn't quite acknowledged before.

"Or maybe you're just trying to get to my head 'cause you never liked him" you suddenly accused, a hint of suspicion coloring your voice.

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "Maybe" he admitted shamelessly.

Doubt flickered in your eyes, chasing away the spark of defiance just as quickly as it appeared. "What are you trying to do, Luke?" you asked, your voice dropping to a soft whisper. "It feels like you're always trying to say something else to me," you continued, your voice barely above a breath, "but you never do."

The way you spoke, the vulnerability in your tone, it wrapped around Luke's brain and squeezed. His ears popped, a strange sensation accompanying the warmth that spread through his chest. You noticed. You saw the shift within him, the way his carefully constructed facade began to crack.

"Do you want me to be honest?" he finally asked, his voice husky and laced with a dangerous honesty.

You nodded, mesmerized by the raw intensity radiating from him. Gods, you were so naive, so blissfully unaware of the storm brewing within him. Luke wouldn't, couldn't, reveal the full extent of his obsession. He wouldn't confess to the months he'd spent dreaming about you, the way he'd snuck into your cabin late at night to steal something from your dresser, just to have a piece of you close. He wouldn´t confess how he let his mind race to the most sinful places, digging into thoughts about you that would eventually leave to him jerking one off in the bathroom.

He wasn't going to scare you away. No, his plan was far more subtle, a slow seduction that would eventually have you falling helplessly into his arms. He was going to peel back his facade just enough, letting you see a glimpse of the man beneath the rebellious exterior, a man who craved you and would treat you the way you deserved.

So he took another step closer.

"I can't stop thinking about you, yn" he confessed, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers down your spine. The words hit you like a physical blow, unexpected and raw. A scoff escaped your lips, a nervous reaction to the sudden shift in the dynamic. You looked away, unable to hold his gaze any longer.

“Gods, Luke, you´re-,” you cut yourself off when his fingers brushed against your chin, gently tilting your face back towards his.

"It's true" he continued, his voice laced with a desperate honesty. "And I can't handle the fact that you're with someone who doesn't deserve you."

“Don´t be ridiculous, Luke” you say.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze roaming over your face. "You're perfect, yn" he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "So beautiful, so smart. And you know it. Yet you settle for someone who takes you for granted. That's a little dumb of you, isn't it?"

The last sentence, delivered with a playful smirk, should have stung. It should have made you angry. But instead, a strange warmth bloomed in your chest. Perhaps it was the forbidden nature of the conversation, the way he was making you feel like a coveted prize.

And a terrible truth dawned on you - you weren't entirely innocent in this either. You had been feeling the same pull towards him, a flicker of something that went beyond friendship. You had enjoyed his attention, his way of seeing you, of truly seeing you.

But the reality of the situation slammed into you. "I have a boyfriend" you finally managed to say, your voice laced with a desperate attempt at determination.

He let out a chuckle, easily stepping on the thought of your boyfriend like some slug. "That´s a reminder to nobody but you, sweetheart"

Another tense silence. Luke raised his hand, placing it on the rough bark of the tree behind you, effectively trapping you.

"I know you've been thinking about what I said" he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. His eyes scanned your face, searching for any sign of doubt, any flicker of vulnerability. And he found it.

Doubt, like a poisonous vine, slowly crept through your mind. His words, his raw honesty, had shaken the foundation of your relationship.

"But you think too much of it, angel" he continued, his voice a seductive coo. He used the nickname with such ease, as if it had always been his right.

He leaned in closer, the space between you shrinking to a hair's breadth. His hand reached out, a single finger tracing the delicate outline of your jawline.

"There's nothing wrong with having a little fun sometimes" he whispered. "It's what you want, after all, right?” he tilted his head slightly, his gaze locking onto yours. "Nobody's going to judge you" he continued, his voice a seductive promise. "It's just you and me. A little secret between us."

Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Every fiber of your being screamed that this was wrong, a betrayal of everything you held dear. Yet, a part of you, a selfish, yearning part, craved the thrill he offered.

"Don't get me wrong, Luke" you began, your voice trembling slightly. "I… I want this" you confessed, the words catching in your throat. "But I can't. I'm taken and you know it." The words tasted bitter on your tongue, a lie even to your own ears.

A slow, evil smirk spread across his face. It wasn't the dangerous kind of thrill you craved, but a chilling realization of the game he was playing.

"Oh, I get you, sweetheart" he said, his voice dripping with a mockery that made you flinch. "But when you're with him, you think about me, don't you?" Gods, he'd caught you. You couldn't deny it. Even with the guilt gnawing at you, the truth was undeniable.

Luke leaned closer, the space between you shrinking with each passing breath. He tilted his head, his curls tickling your cheek. He wanted to kiss you. You knew it, felt it in the way his lips hovered a breath away from yours.

And he stayed there, asking, as your breaths tangled together in shared exhales.

"But this is wrong, Luke" you whispered, your last attempt to hold onto the remnants of your sanity.

“No, it´s not” he breathed out, and in a swift motion, he grabbed you by the back of your neck and smashed his lips against yours. The other hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him.

It already surprassed your expectations the moment you felt his lips against yours. His desire was palpable, but it didn´t manifest as an animalistic manner. He was tender, passionate, and incredibly intoxicating.

His lips moved against yours in a way that left you breathless, his tongue pressing against yours and making it´s way inside your mouth with the fiflthiest wet sounds.

It was so delicious. You couldn´t imagine you´d find actual taste in someone´s lips, but whatever it was that Luke had on his, you wanted it all the time. He was hungry for you, pressing your back against the tree more and his hands travelled down to your hips, pulling you into his own.

But then you remembered; your boyfriend could be looking for you. "Luke?" you said. As you tried to speak, to convey some restraint, Luke´s kisses grew more insistent, refusing to let you utter a word. You attempted to push him away, but you only managed to rest your hands on his chest, pulling him closer instead by gripping fists on his shirt.

"Luke" you managed to call again. "We shouldn´t" you managed to murmur in between kisses, your words a weak attempt to resist the pull of his desire. But Luke only smirked into your lips, then started to softly, slowly, trail kisses down your neck.

"Just a little more, angel" he whispered against your skin a low and deep voice.

The sensation sent a shockwave through your body, each one drawing a sigh of pleassure from your lips as you instinctivily threw your head back, offering him more. The sensation was electric, leaving you squirming with anticipation under Luke´s skillful touch.

And then, he dropped to his knees.

His lips started to trail kisses on your knees and thighs, gripping on the soft flesh with his eyes up, looking at you, devouring you.

"Luke, no. Not here" you whispered, placing both hands on his shoulders in an attempt to resist the overwhelming power of his kisses. But he simply sushed you, drawing soft circles on your knees with his thumbs.

"Shhh" he cooed softly. "It´s okay, sweetheart. I´ll make you feel good, I promise" he reassured you, resuming his kisses up your legs.

You moaned when his teeth grazed a particularly sensitive part of your inner thigh. His hands found their way underneath your skirt, his touch already making you grow in excitement. He pulled your panties to the side with a confident ease.

Your clit was almost throbbing. Swollen and desperate for attention; he felt it the moment he dipped the tip of his finger on your entrace to coat over your sensitve bud with your own arousal.

"I´ll make you see what´s worth it, baby. Who is" he whispered against your skin, his voice thick with desire as he leaned in, dangerously.

"I´ll make you feel what the little bitch of your boyfriend can´t"

Your heart raced against your ribs at a scary pace. Partly because your boyfriend, or anyone, could walk into the scene, and partly because Luke´s head was burried in between your thighs, and he showed no signals of stopping anytime soon.

He was enthusiastic about it; gripping onto your legs and squeezing at the soft flesh as his tongue circled and licked in between your folds. You knew there was more to that, more that he wasn´t gonna show you yet, he was only getting started.

You moaned out loud and tugged at his curls when he pulled your lips apart with his thumbs and pressed a wet kiss straight to your clit, pulsing and desperate for attention, just like you were.

"Such a pretty girl" he planted a quick kiss on your inner thigh. "He doesn´t make you feel this good, does he?"

[compact-turtle]

I love your farmer so much, you and Wordsbymae have been my absolute go-tos for these mentally unstable men!

I was wondering though, what if darling actually confessed to liking him to? Or weirdly did something for him to express some sort of love to him, idk i think it would be interesting to have his brain sort circuit because shes confessing. Or maybe shes obsessed too?

Another i was wondering is if you could five us a small sneak peak of what it would be like being his darlinf after he murdered all her friends, in front of her, and what he would want daily life to be like? Darling can be complicit or defiant im just so curious!

Thank you and is it alright if i become a emoji anon? If so may i have 🌊?

If not its all good! Also keep up the fantastic work i love it all!

Thank you for taking time to check out my work! Ofc you can be that anon!

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I think darling would have to confess directly with words. All your actions would be revised as "My darling is so love with me" under Atticus's delusional brain lol. However, he would still be a bit insecure of the relationship until you specifically say the words.

He would short circuit then celebrate internally. You couldn't tell from the look on his face at first. Only his actions would give you any indication of his happiness.

Atticus moves fast, your spot at night would be next to him immediately. He's marking the day on the calendar as anniversary already. Taking out to flaunt around town at least once. (Doesn't like going to town but is just so happy that he just HAS to show everyone)

"Atticus, I think I really like you. Would you want to be with me?"

Atticus:

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Sorry life sucks for you and your friends lol.

Atticus would hate to traumatize you. He doesn't want you to end up hating him. Still, if you accidentally stumble upon him murdering your friends then he'd have to take drastic action.

Atticus has a drug that calms the farm animals down. He'd use a small dose on you to keep you happy and complacent. A small side effect also causes some memory loses in humans. You'd never be truly lucid to understand what's happening. He'd gaslight you into thinking that you were always his spouse.

Sometimes you have strange dreams about some so-called friends. They're all screaming and begging you to run away. The dreams terrify you but on the bright side, Atticus is always there to comfort you. He reassures you that it's only a nightmare.

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-Daily life!

It wouldn't be too different from your current life on the farm. Only downside, you have to work a bit harder since you don't have any friends to help :(

Also, when you start having your weird dreams, Atticus gives you some shots. He tells you that it's to make you feel better and to keep the nightmares away. Thankfully, it does make the nightmares go away!!!!! ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

Oh! Also, assuming he gaslight you into being his spouse, Atticus is also much more handsy. He's kissing you when you make breakfast, taking baths with you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

-His arms are so heavy when he snuggles with you in bed. It's a struggle to get up in the morning. You'll try to escape but he'll just pull you back into bed.

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It'd be very difficult for you to escape if you ever regain your memories properly.

-The drug has weakened and altered your body so much. You can't run far without being exhausted.

-There's acres and acres of only farmland.

-Also as much as you love the puppies, they are ratting you out. You'll try to leave, and they'll bark after you. They just assume that you're playing a game with them. They'll happily chase you which in turns leads Atticus to find you.

-Atticus won't punish you. He'll be so angry and upset but blames himself.

-He should've taken care of you more

-He should've noticed you were unhappy

-He failed his duty as a husband to keep you satisfied.

-Atticus will gaslight you and manipulate you into believing that the police would arrest you. He'd convince you that you witnessed the murder and did nothing to stop him so you're an accomplice.

-Logically, you know that this isn't true. However, his words creep into your mind. They influence your subconscious more than you can admit.

-Drugs you more until you forget about it all :/

[fastrainbowdas]

Hi hello I saw you didn't want to reach the tag limit on that reblog but I would very much like to hear your full character analysis on dsaf Jack

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HIIIIII THANK YOU FOR ASKING <333333333

ok um. so.

The biggest thing abt Jack's personality is his apathy. He doesn't really care about anything other than his own amusement (and one other thing but I'll get into that later)

Yes, he agrees to help Fredbear (but what was he supposed to do? Just die?) but he doesn't actually Care about the dead kids. It's why he agrees to kill w Dave so easily! In fact, all Dave has to do to persuade him is to tell him how it would benefit Jack and Jack never argues that it's wrong. (I don't think he doesn't know that - he simply doesn't care)

He also... doesn't really care about his siblings either. He says he does, sure, but he doesn't, really. He has no problems killing them on evil routes (and while technically it is only Legacy Jack that does this, it still applies to Regular Jack and I'll explain why in a bit)

Here is where we get into differences between Regular and Legacy; Legacy actually cares about his siblings' deaths (insane, I know). Yeah, that is different from caring about them bcs. as stated before. He kills them in cold blood. lmfao

But he also gets Pissed when Dave flaunts around Dee's scarf and says it's his "most prized souvenir" to the point where he rips his fucking head off. So clearly Legacy cares that his siblings were murdered.

But Regular never ??? does anything ??????? to imply he gives a fuck ??????????? Like sure he says he cares but like. idk considering he knows Who his siblings are now and he has no problem lying to and/or killing them. I'd say he doesn't really care.

Anyway to get to the other thing Jack cares about - Dave! There's no arguing on this, Dave is the only person Jack couldn't bring himself to lie to in the good ending of dsaf 3 and directdoggo has confirmed that that entire monologue was just Jack going around saying "I love you". And we can tell Legacy also cares about Dave, since in dsaf 3, you only solidify the evil path with the line "Dave... I missed you." Which is really fuckin weird to say if you don't care about the person you're saying this to and only want to kill people again? And it's not like Jack can't do it by himself, not to mention Legacy could've easily just. Said he wants to murder again, there's no reason for him to lie about missing Dave. He wouldn't gain anything from lying and Dave was desperate enough to the point where he absolutely would've taken "ok fine lets kill again" more or less the same.

And before anyone tries telling me that Legacy is possessed by Henry or whatever the fuck. That's just misinterpretation of the text. Please go back and rewatch the evil ending, Henry literally STATES he cannot directly control Jack, just talk to him.

SO ALL THIS TO SAY. Both Regular and Legacy Jack care about Dave.

And- that's kind of weird, isn't it? Why is caring about Dave like. More or less the only thing they have in common? Why Dave specifically? What's so special about him?

Well I've given it some thought and. Simply put - nothing. There is nothing special about Dave. What is special is the circumstances in which their relationship formed and developed.

Dave is the only person Jack has gotten to know after he became soulless. Not only that, but they've hung out repeatedly (both the child murder and vegas) so it makes sense Jack would care about him, no?

As for why he doesn't care about anyone he got to know before dying. The most accurate way I can think to phrase it is that losing his soul reset all his feelings.

Anyway. To the part that fucks w me the most.

The similarities between BlackJack and Legacy Jack.

This should Not be a section that I need to make. What the fuck is this. If anything they should be polar opposites, no? BlackJack is literally this guy's soul and they very much clash at the end of the dsaf 2 pure evil ending so what the fuck am i talking about

And I could mention the whole. killing in cold blood thing. But honestly, even Regular Jack does it? If you go w Dave but don't go for the pure evil ending, Jack is still a murderer and all.

So for actual things BlackJack and Legacy have in common that Regular Jack doesn't. The first one that comes to mind is absolutely the enormous ego. (BlackJack thought he could deal with Henry all on his own (which is like. fucking insane. when you actually get to the fight you realize all of blackjack's attacks are fucking useless lmfao) and Legacy LITERALLY LOOKED GOD IN THE EYE AND SAID "I AM GOD". THATS ALMOST KINDA SICK. WHAT THE FUCK DUDE) And because of said ego, they also treat everyone else as inferior!! So that's fun. (BlackJack's entire monologue about how everyone in your party is a monstrosity and he'll show Henry what he's created and if he doesn't feel bad abt it he'll kill him!! And Legacy straight up calling Peter his prey in that one scene)

The last thing is that they're... kind of the only versions of Jack that actually care about their siblings' deaths? Like I said earlier, Regular doesn't give a fuck and both BlackJack and Legacy make it very clear that they're upset about it.

I really like what my friend said on this matter - that BlackJack and Legacy are coping with their tragedy in a similar way, while Regular Jack is coping differently. For BlackJack and Legacy, revenge seems to be a big thing, so it's not really a shocker that the more they care, the more cruel and violent they are. Simply put, caring serves as motivation for doing terrible things.

Um. I am very passionate about Legacy Jack.

Moving on from him though. Regular Jack is really interesting too.

Bcs he doesnt really. change between the different endings. Really, the only difference in Him Specifically between whether he saves the kids or not is just. Does he regard the promise he was forced to make as more important? or does he not give a shit and only think of his own amusement?

Frankly considering that he murders children for kicks and that BlackJack is implied to have been. Very Brutal when killing Henry. It really makes me wonder about what Jack was like before he died (or Alive Jack as I call him).

To me, Alive Jack is the biggest mystery regarding Jack because it's so hard to say what behaviors of all other versions of Jack are a result of Jack's tragedy and what are simply What he's Like. I'd love to say more on this topic but there simply isn't anything to say, all we can do is speculate.

Anyway yeah!! I think that's everything!! I didn't expect it to be so long lmao rip

Thanks for readinggggggggggg :]

EDIT: Hi here's a link to a thread where I answer a few questions :]

[lets-try-some-writing]

I don’t remember where I heard it but I remember there being a theory that Knockout used to be a seeker and something happened to him and then he became a car as result because they couldn’t save his wings. Part of his narcissistic tendencies are more a part of him in the earlier days convince himself that it’s fine he doesn’t have wings anymore. And that starscream alluded to them now having the means to get back his wings on the nemese when he asked why knockout was a car.

Idk.

I like the theory though.

I would like to hear your take on it when you have the chance.

I've heard this same theory. I personally don't subscribe to it, but I like it all the same. I will gladly expand upon this little idea, at least a bit.

Clipped Wings

Knockout was originally a helicopter unit, search and rescue to be exact. He enjoyed his function, had no issues with it, and loved flaunting his wings whenever possible. He took great pride in the fact that he was capable of flight, of course it also helped the fliers were held in high esteem, but even so.

Most of his youth was spent gallivanting about, only learning medicine because it was better than being drafted into the army. He had no desire to have a machine gun strapped to his frame, it would ruin his whole aesthetic. And so he took to learning cosmetology and frame reconstruction as his primary fields of interest. And while he didn't know it at the time, it would come in handy later.

Once the war began, Knockout needed to choose sides. And so not having a ton of hope or trust in the Autobots, he joined with the Decepticons. He was immediately drafted as a field medic, a task he didn't enjoy but knew to be necessary if he wanted to climb the ranks and land in a more cushy position. And so he worked hard, flying out into the battlefield and tending to the injured Decepticons he stumbled across as best as he could. However war was brutal and a stay Autobot missile shot Knockout down during a mission. Medics were able to save him, but his wings were completely decimated and his alt-mode made effectively useless. In one fell swoop the thing be prided himself in most was stripped away from him before he could even come to terms with it.

He was shunned after the loss of his wings, his personality being too intolerable and his previous snark coming back to bite him as the Decepticon troops never left him alone. Unable to fly he became an easy target, one that guards looking to pick a fight relentlessly abused. Knockout tolerated it, spending every waking moment not at work on the ground with the other medics studying to try and find a way to return himself to what he considered his 'perfect form'. It was a very dark time for him. He hated himself, his frame, and everyone around him with a passion. In the end he pioneered an alt mode change and altered his T-cog alignment to allow him to take on a ground alt just so that he wouldn't be shunned for being useless anymore.

Even after he adjusted his frame to make it so that he could be an effective Decepticon again, he never forgot the feeling of the wind and the skies. Many a dark cycle he would sit out watching the stars on some cliff or watchtower and shutter his optics just so that he could pretend the air was once again his domain. His scars ached more often than not, and transformation never felt comfortable, almost like he was walking in someone else's frame. He was born for the skies, not the earth. He hated that a foolish war had stripped him of his greatest gift and glory.

He felt like every optic was boring into him at every given moment, staring at the scars he had long seen fit to cover with armor and flamboyant paint. He always felt judged, berated, and useless. And so to compensate he threw himself into his least favorable personality trait to cover everything else up. It was all to protect himself, at least that is what he always muttered to himself in the dead of night. His pleasant traits were locked away where they couldn't be used against him and he played into his narcissism, using it to craft an indominable persona that none dared to tamper with.

It was his defense, his perfect wall to keep others from seeing just how deeply he had been hurt by the loss of his wings.

He hated to admit it, but part of the reason he even associated with Starscream was because the Seeker had what he did not. Starscream had his wings and he understood. Both of them hid their pains behind walls of terrible personality traits. In a way they were the same, and while never voiced, both acknowledged this.

[shootingscar]

The Last Summer Dairies

To my someone :

You..

What have you done to me?!

For, you're not all the perfection of the universe, nor the most beautiful of all 8 billion!

When I first saw you..

Thought you are good and kinda 'reserved'

I don't quite remember it but I must've judged you, you too!

After all I'm a just a human and definitely not the best of my kind, who got both good and the bad nestled inside them..

You're not perfect either..

Nobody is..

But it's your imperfections that shined bright, flawed but real is what you are.. to me..

The love that's gradually filling up my heart - for you - has crushed all yours flaws, my eyes can only see you if it is to adore you and love you.. i thought the love made your flaws invisible but no, it made them look even more beautiful, every flaw, every scar, every tear, they're beautiful and pure.. for, judging you has far left my dictionary..

Idk how you do it, still, the same magic tricks. Every. Freaking. Day.. I'm spellbound.. it's that little smile of yours that does all the tricks i guess.. that smile, that gets all the butterflies in my tummy to flutter wildly.. you're a witch..

Your presence feels like a whole firework display during my darkest of nights..

Whenever I look at you, I feel like those hero's in movies or soap operas, gawking at the female lead, her sight alone played a 100 drums in his hearts along with a background song and suddenly everybody in the street is a undercover dancer. The heavy breeze that surprisingly never makes her hair frizzy but let is flow beautifully making her look the prettiest. And the 'full teeth display' smile is suddenly so beautiful?? How?? Love?? All of this.. which I once considered cringe is now my reality. The irony! The audacity! Love again? Goddamn you!!

Whenever I see you, I felt like the time's tricking me. As if it halted for a moment, a brief moment to admire you.. woah now I'm officially mad?! In love..?! Cheesy! But real :( the time stopped for a moment, for my eyes to capture your every detail, every flaw, and still adore you. The time, it feels painfully slow but awfully fast wherever I'm with you..

The voices inside me always taunted me, but when I'm with you they sing classic romantics?! The worse singers became the enchantress, the sirens, the muses, the nine circes. See, look at what your presence made me. What is so special about you?? To love you so deep and mad.

But then, I realised, you're not special, you're just YOU. A normal, joyous, chaotic yet adorable you! A human, like me. Cause what are you to be so special and flawless??? A doll? That I can choose beforehand, for how you should look and behave? A doll I can pick out of several others, pick the flawless one, the best of all from the carefully displayed showcase?? But you're not a doll.. you're a human, like me, in flesh and blood, with a heart that pumps and a mind that wanders around, with scars that glimmer gold and flaws that flaunts in silver. I have not chosen you because you're best of all, I haven't even chosen you to begin with, I just love you.

You're not stood out of the crowd but among the crowd caring everyone.. You're not ace of everything but jack of all trades enough to survive.. You're not a popular celebrity nor a high profile officer.. for now.. under every thing, beneath every layer, You're just YOU.. a normal human, fighting her own battles, loving her people while living her best life as she possibly can.

As selfishly as it might sound to you but I'm glad you're not special, for, I'm just as average and normal as you are, a typical human, so if you are special then I wouldn't have met you ever! You stayed as YOU, nothing special but also just specially you.. and so it was easy for me to have met you and be with you and find the lost lights of my life within your warmth.

You were never mine to begin with..

You were never unrecognizably special..

You're just YOU and now..

You're just mine..

Tags : #the last summer dairies

[kthecutest]

k brainrot hours 😵‍💫 (when is it not)

but imagine bf!k who leaves hickeys on her thighs and gf!reader who leaves scratches on his back 😵‍💫 just marks everywhere! and while you have a little shame to wear the swimsuit to the beach the next day, this man is SHAMELESS!! he loves to flaunt to everyone everything about you, and that means everything!!

OMg- I am so sorry- Idk howww I missed this TT like this brainrot got snucked up among all the other requests, But do not fret since i am here now indeed (￣^￣ )ゞ

Anw I could totally see it. Whenever this mans choose to fuck the living life out of you, you can't help but have your nails digging straight in his back. Your hand moving along to the rhythm of his thrusts resulting in the motions of your nails starting to drag across his back.

And the favorite best thing for K when he eats you out has gotta be your smooth juicy thighs. Would not even be able to focus on your cunt cuz he'll be shoving his lips and nose all around the area, applying pressure at your clit one moment, sliding his nose or tongue up and down your vulva and then suddenly his lips will be attached straight on your thighs. Sometimes, even teeth would probably be involved, wouldn't be surprised if he ended up not just sucking but also biting your thighs.

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Y'all probably at like a beach vacation along with all y'all friends. And that's a huge issue, cuz the term 'beach' you know for a fact you cannot put on your pretty skimpy little bikini after all the markings you've received from your one heck of a boyfriend last night - and all his friends are gonna be there to witness it.

So you rambled your words at your boyfriend telling him to cancel the trip but the only reply you got was him pulling you by the waist towards him - "why~? baby I think that'd make you even prettier~"

You'd probably just take the remark as a joke until the next day when y'all are at the sandy shore, he's pulling at your thick hoodie wrapped around your waist, that covers down until your knees. "Love... stop- you know i can't" - yea no, wouldn't even let you end your sentence, he's tearing the fabric apart before he grips at your thighs and whispers into your ears - "If you were so sensitive about my love bites down there, I might as well cover your entire body in them.." - "Now are you gonna be a good girl, or do i have to carry you down to the shore with your legs spread apart." - Instantly his words clicked in your head, he could tell you definitely got the message from how your cheeks has became flushed. "F-fine"

(Damn- honestly i'd personally decline just so he could spread my legs LMFAO truth be told)

[inkirasity]

hiii so id like to request a headcanon/imagine about Draven being in a secret relationship with a vastaya (secret in a sense that even his brother doesnt know). idk if you write for Draven, if u don't i understand if you don't answer ❤❤❤, but anyway thanks for your attention

draven and his vastayan lover

pairing: draven x vastayan! reader summary: having a secret relationship with draven as a vastayan a/n: hello sterzin! thank you for this request! this is my first fic/headcanon about draven so i'm not really sure if i wrote him accurately. i hope you like it!

Even though Draven is loud, boastful, and shameless in the pit, giving off the impression that he doesn't care about anyone, people would be surprised to learn that he is secretly dating you, a vastayan.

The crowd had assumed he hated "furry" people after an encounter with a yordle, and while their assumption wasn't entirely wrong, something changed when he met you in the depths of the markets of Noxus.

Let's just say he became smitten over you.

You were casually wandering through the bustling yet dark and gloomy streets of the market, browsing the items on sale, your ears twitched—someone was following you. And it turned out to be Draven.

In the early stages of your relationship, he mostly boasted about himself, his strength, and his skills, being the narcissist that he is.

"Draven, you've already told me that," you'd often interject.

"Oh, is that so? Well, what about this time when I smashed a man's head with my axe..."

"That too," you'd reply with a smile, finding it amusing how he could talk about himself for hours, watching his hands wave through the air to emphasize his tales.

You weren't quite sure how Draven managed to draw you in or how you managed to captivate him, but it happened as if by magic. Suddenly, the two of you were together, though keeping it a secret was necessary. Your tribe, being vastayans, wouldn't approve of your relationship with a human like Draven.

So, you would often go to the pits and watch from a distance, your eyes fixed on the throne room where Draven sat. Sometimes, you would catch his gaze wandering, as if searching for someone. Your eyes would meet, and you'd give him a gentle smile while he smirked. Draven seemed to think it was cool now that you were watching; he would jump into the pit and fight, flaunting his skills and strength. It was as if he was trying to impress you, and honestly, you were there for it.

While you keep your relationship with Draven from the world in fear of the consequences. You would share stolen glances and secret smiles during public appearances, both of your unspoken language speaking volumes.

For Darius on the other hand, he is unaware about Draven’s relationship with you, though there are times when he notices a change in Draven’s demeanor. Like his brother became softer or where he is not rash in private that Darius can’t quite put a finger on.

At times when you’re in your house, Draven would visit (almost everyday if he is not busy). He would give you gifts as his affection to you, even with him being a loud mouth and may not be best at expressing his feelings verbally, his actions speaks volumes.

Not only is his love language giving gifts (receiving gifts), he screams physical touch.

He would have his arms slither around your waist while you’re doing something in the kitchen. Place some small kisses on your shoulders as his way of affection towards you.

Draven want’s everyone to know that you are his and he is yours, but due to your kind you asked him to stay hidden about it. And he respects it, everything just for his darling.

He loves you so much that he would kill anyone who gets in the way of your relationship. 

[erigold13261]

How would the arachnikid’s’ parents react to their kids coming out as queer? (I assume Rio and Jeff are super supportive, George is a mixed bag, both Pav and Gayatri’s parents are also supportive, Margo’s parents don’t care, Peni’s dad would be supportive but idk about kits uncle and aunt, idk about Ganke aaand Noir, Ham and Hobie don’t have any parental figures in their lives I think)

Yeah I would say that is basically what would happen overall. Added some more details to each and even expanded on the last 4 (though take Noir's with a grain of salt like I say later on, their story might change some more once I think more of it)

Miles parents are definitely very supportive. Jeff probably asks a lot of questions out of confusion and Rio is asking questions to be more supportive. Both doing so with good intentions but might come off a little judgey to an outsider (Miles knows his parents care. Maybe the scene plays out like the end scene in the second movie, like the reveal not how Rio reacts lol).

George is supportive in his core but he was just so shocked by Gwen at first he said some stupid shit and pushed note away. Definitely not his best moment but he does his best to make it up and be there for Gwen when note returns homes.

I kinda think it would be funny if Pav said he had some big news to tell his parents/family, and they are all a bit worried thinking his powers somehow got even more destructive or out of control, but instead he says he's queer (maybe trans, maybe bi, whatever you want) and the family just sighs with relief it is not about his powers. It would be a weird moment afterwards with them having to explain themselves, but it would be a funny story to tell later one.

Gayatri's dad (I think she only has a dad in this AU, maybe some cousins and extended family, but probably mainly close to her dad) is entirely supportive of her. Definitely asked a few questions and maybe doesn't fully understand whatever flavor of queer she is entirely (again up to you since i don't have a concrete headcanon for her or Pav yet), but does his best to show support and make sure she has what she needs to be happy in life.

Yeah, Margo's parents wouldn't really care. Probably say something like "that's good for you honey" while not even looking up at her in the slightest. It probably doesn't even register with them until she brings home a girlfriend (Tila) and the only reason they care is because Tila is a celebrity.

Definitely Peni's dad is (was) supportive of kit. I think kits aunt and uncle are like, conditionally supportive. Like if things are going good and Peni is doing what fae is told, then sure, they will show respect and support. But if Peni doesn't do what kit needs to, then they don't really show that much care. I don't know if they would be ACTIVELY hostile to Peni, but it's not a great environment (little bonus, I think if Peni's mom was still around she would probably have been on the fence of support. The little relationship that Peni and kits mom had wasn't the best).

Ganke's parents I can see being kinda like Margo's in a sense. Maybe not outright ignoring Ganke, but a "that's nice, just don't make it your whole personality or flaunt it everywhere, it's supposed to be private" kind of way. Like they kinda support it but like, not all that much. They aren't being hostile, but not celebrating it. They have nothing against it, but they also don't want it to be spread around.

Hmmm... Noir... I don't have much in mind about their family honestly. Kinda think if anything they were in a more traditional household for the most part that wasn't too keen on change. I doubt Noir would come out as agender to their parents at all (it is way too complicated to talk about to someone like Noir's parents, they would probably think Noir was gay if they came out, even if they said they were ace, just too much to explain to people being willfully ignorant). I can see them still loving Noir in their own way, which is why they end up sending Noir to Nueva York to get their color fixed, without realizing that Nueva York is not technically the place that should have been their first choice (also like the idea that it was Noir's parents fault they got their color drained for some reason). Take all of this with a grain of salt, I haven't really thought much of Noir's family so this is just something that came to mind and might change.

Similar thing with Ham (I keep calling him Porker, Ham is a much better thing to call her lol). I just haven't thought much of her family or anything. Probably just gonna go with the standard Peter story line with Ham having an aunt take him in and raise him. She would be caring and supportive, probably thought Ham was joking at first but then saw they were serious and apologized for laughing and they both had a long good talk. (I forget why I said Ham was sent to Nueva York, I think it was volunteering to get help with powers, so that fits in with their aunt being supportive).

Finally Hobie. Well if its parents didn't kicked it out just because of its skin condition, I am pretty sure they would have kicked it out when it came out as queer. So yeah, they would not have been supportive at all if they stuck around long enough to have Hobie come out to them.

[janiedean]

@ dearest anon who hasn’t realized has been blocked like last week or a month ago

so I’m only occasionally seeing your app notifications but I’m not getting your ‘jaime raped cersei’ bullshit (yes, I got tired after last week, sorry!), I’d just like to inform you that not only you’re wasting your time, but just so you know, since some of us actually do remember that y’all have been pulling bullshit since 2015 if not earlier:

hmmmmm waaait a moment here..... from where do I remember that argument?

oh, right.

soooo wait..... you’re actually lowkey admitting that either your dear mutual or whoever quotes this bullshit (so maybe even you) was sending jb shippers hate on november 26th *2015* when you go around saying you never harass anyone? hm? because seems fairly damning to me, and believe me, some of us remember the shit you were pulling since then. (and have receipts. but that’s beside the point.)

now: since I don’t get your bullshit asks, either you’re the person who was fllling my inbox with rape apologism last wednesday, or you’re the person who called me a slutshamer bitch some ten times in the span of ten words back in november, or you’re the person who informed me that my mother should have aborted me the day the GOT premiere aired because that’s the three people I blocked on anon during the last eight months of perpetual harassment party. now, if I were you, I wouldn’t be in a hurry to put my face to any of these things because really, not what I’d like to be associated with. so, how about you, hm, can this bullshit, grow up and mind your business instead of sending me and my friends 90% of which aren’t even *in* jb fandom the same hate anons? because you’re sad.

and btw, just for your information, I actually did write spitefic based on your dumbass emeralds vs sapphires comment. and I actually want to thank you! because you know what?

it’s not always I get this much traffic on a fic and I was really proud of how it came out :))) if you’d consider putting some effort in creating fanworks for your ship wouldn’t you all be happier? idk, throwing it out there,

btw, I’m not publishing your credentials because I’m a nice person like that, but considering that apparently your side doxxes people, maybe you should worry about actually doing illegal things or cheering on ppl doing illegal things instead of what fictional characters did or didn’t do in canon. just a friendly advice :)))

[chocoenvy]

Y/N and T/N are my last two braincells when playing Genshin confirmed because half of me says "Okay remind myself to swap to Diona when I go fight the Oceanid" a day half of me laughs "Childe let's go fight the Oceanid lmao it's gonna be good" anyway this is your daily reminder that I would so wanna play windtrace and the Windblume mini games with them because they have that vibe I really like going.

And also maybe theater mechanicus because one time I accidentally dropped the bridge on my friend and if that isn't something they wouldn't do then I would eat my shirt

THEATRE MECHANICUS IS SO FUN-

y/n going in with the best strats and then half way through they both go for meme builds.

"Only phys dmg pillars because why not?"

and they beat all of it with only the physical pillars like madlads.

Also """"accidentaly"""" dropping their twin from the bridge. They were just trying to get rid of the monsters, even though the game hadn't started yet-

becomes a constant battle to see who can knock the other off the bridge.

Y/n screaming at Venti to suck the fast fucking samachurls so they don't get in and he gets flashbacks to the archon war from how intense you are.

You're like a goddamn war general and scare the characters there with you to death but T/n is chill. You did this the other times the two of you co oped and played theatre mechanicus so they're used to it. They probably calm down the characters that can't take it and tell you to "Shut the fuck up you're making them upset >:("

to which you apologize. and it's fairly humbling for everyone, seeing their screaming god get fucking owned by their other god. It's also sweet how much you care for this game in Liyue (it's a game, remember that y/n pls-). He'll defintely flaunt it to the other archons and make fun of Venti for not having it. Then they remember he has windtrace so they make fun of Ei for not having any unique events.

Y/n eventually gets so sick of the fucking monsters running so fast and tanking so many hits so they steal Diluc's wolf's gravestone and starts smacking the enemies.

(They're all worried for you, they're not sure if you can handle carrying the sword around but they're not risking getting between you and the sword. There's ice in your eyes and they don't want to hurt you or themselves)

T/n helps too, ofc, quickly switching pillars and eventually probably steal Childe's bow to shoot at the enemies. Telling him to just use his hydro swords. They might also try to distract the enemies by talking to them in hilichurlian but idk how well that'd work.

In the end, you two end up playing until your acolytes drag you away for food and sleep. You two were having a bit too much fun with this-

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: Hello! Could you do hq aces with an omegan mate that has some more alpha mannerisms? (This is my first actual request and I’m nervous and idk if I did it right :/)

My entire week has been off schedule and I’m blaming allergies and genshin. Sakusa, Asahi, and Ushijima will be tomorrow.

Bokuto

> I feel like Bokuto wouldn't really notice it unless someone pointed it out. Sure, you're a bit more of a leader than other Omegas he's met, you're more boisterous than some, and you can also be a bit of a dominating character. You fit in easily with Bokuto and his friends, even his team didn't really have to change their demeanor around you.

> Akaashi probably points it out or Bokuto overhears other Omegas talking about how different you are. Really, even then, he doesn't see it as a problem. It just means you're a bit different, a bit on the quirky side which he's pretty fond of. So, he's okay with you being a bit more Alpha-like than other Omegas. Personality-wise, you're different, but that's what had him drawn to you.

Iwaizumi

> Another one who doesn't really notice it unless someone points it out. Oikawa would probably point out how you're different from most Omegas he's been around, then he jokes it's probably your personality that is what had you drawn to Iwaizumi instead of him. Cue a volleyball at his head courtesy of Iwaizumi himself.

> Hell, Iwaizumi would probably prefer you this way. He's not a fan of the flaunting, flirtatious Omegas that swarm around Oikawa so he'd probably have not given you the time of day if you were more Omega-like than you are. Really, the only reason you're allowed so close to him is because you're a breath of fresh air with what he constantly deals with.

Aran

> He'd notice it, but not bring it up. He's not one to pry and since he's grown up with the Miya twins, he knows better than anyone that personality is not set in stone depending on sub-gender. He's met cowardly Alphas, shy Alphas, outgoing and boisterous Omegas, and dominant Omegas before. They've never been a stereotype, never have and he's never judged based on their presentation.

> You're no different, not being judged the same way as you have been. Alphas smell you're an Omega and expect to walk all over you, only to find that you push back. Aran treats you as he would anyone else, Alpha, Beta, or Omega alike. The only one who doesn't really is Atsumu and Osamu, both being a troublesome duo. Aran sees you push back against their remarks and show that you're a decent person, not just someone based on their sub-gender and he'll treat you based on your personality.

[thetypingpup]

idk what to ask specifically, but YES, ME, I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU'VE BEEN COOKING UP FOR TARGARYEN!XIAOJUN. (for the record, i always do. 🥰)

i appreciate the support 🥺

ok something i've been dying to get into but the scenes aren't coming together where i explain this, is despite how promiscuous you both are now, it wasn't always that way. in fact on your wedding night, you didn't even have sex, and you didn't officially consummate your marriage for a little while. that's because he wanted to make sure you loved him first. everyone else around you was pressuring you to consummate the marriage and fulfil your duty as his wife, even going as far as to try and guilt you like "any woman in the seven kingdoms would kill to be in your position", but he made it a point to never do that to you. for him, it was love at first sight. literally it was that fairy tale shit where he saw you and was really smitten and felt drawn to you right away. he instantly tried to attune himself with your emotions, and in spending time with you he realized pretty quickly that you weren't exactly thrilled to be in an arranged political marriage just because both of your fathers are besties, and even less thrilled about being whisked away from your home to live somewhere as dangerous as king's landing. so he took his time, actually courting you and learning everything there was to learn about you, and letting you take your time getting to know him in return. even after you exchanged vows in the sept, he still courted you, writing you songs and taking you on dates and giving you tokens of his affection. 

he made sure you were respected by everyone at the court, even going as far as to make everyone refer to you as 'princess' since he is the prince, and made sure you had duties on an equivalent level to his own (think of it like being the first lady where they have initiatives and things that they do, or if you know the show you’re kinda like margaery tyrell). he wanted you being his wife to mean you’re his equal, not just the maker of his heirs, and you really appreciated that. not only was he your husband, but your biggest ally and advocate in the sea of circling scorpions that is king's landing. it was like he saw a humanity in you that no one else did, looking far beyond your position and loving you for you, and that really moved you. when it came to sex, whenever you have sex he wants it to be an act of love, and that wouldn't be possible unless you loved him too. so he waited, made sure you were comfortable, and made sure you wanted him as much as he wanted you. the first time you actually had sex, yes it was really enjoyable, but he was moreso happy that you loved him and felt comfortable physically expressing that love.

ironically enough, people chastised you both for not having "enough" sex in the beginning, and now you're both chastised for having too much sex all over the place and "flaunting your indiscretions". in a way, your exhibitionism is almost out of spite for how much you were shamed before 😅

[jack-of-heartstrings]

Another "extra" reply / aside-post prompted by this wonderful post. The point of focus for this one:

Adrien Agreste / Adrinette Salt & Sugar, and How The Flavors Interact

So like... I am not going to argue against any of the extremely valid points made against Adrinette dynamics in the linked post-- aside from the one that isn't even slightly Adrien's fault, and ideally would not actually be a factor in an endgame ship, at least.

Bc like... xD; Man, I am pretty sure there is not one LS shipper who is like, "Oh yeah, can't wait for Marinette to hang out with her still-evil-bastard father-in-law" lmao. (Tho idk some folks love angst so who knows. x3) We could go with "get Adrien the hell away from Gabriel", "eventually redeem Gabriel (...somehow)", or "you know why not both? Get the poor boy out right now but let his dad very fucking slowly work on becoming a half decent person and rebuilding a relationship from basically scratch." Whatever the case? Adrinette giving Marinette a "father-in-law who demands perfection" wouldn't wind up being an issue, heh.

That said! I want to examine the other things a bit more, looking at why these things are like this, in the interest of being a little fairer to Adrien, while also ultimately agreeing that the concerns still need addressing.

Up first:

Marinette having to be the one to seek Adrien out most any time she wants to spend time together and Adrien not understanding her very well can both be tied to Adrien's circumstances up to this point. Ultimately, him not having a good sense of boundaries or being able to recognize when to be silly vs serious as Chat can fall under this, too, and debatably even his tendency for self-sacrifice, though each of those moves a little further from the "justification". Like they can definitely all correlate, but the latter things are more complex than just this and/or feel like he's had more direct instruction for how he could have shown at least a bit more improvement by now, but yeh.

So focusing mainly on "rarely present Adrien" and "emotionally helpless when not oblivious Adrien" mostly:

We'll ignore that he's a lot more eager to hang out as Chat, since that usually applies to Ladybug, not Marinette. (Tumblr has rapidly convinced me Marichat is easily the best side of the Square, lol, but it's also uh... not terribly likely they hang out more than once every few months so, yeah.)

But so ignoring Chat antics, then, we've definitely seen numerous times where Adrien has wanted to hang out with friends (Marinette or otherwise, rarely if ever Just Her but usually The Group As A Whole or maybe Nino, so it isn't like he's actively tiering many others above her at least), but Gabriel wouldn't allow it or cut it short. So it is definitely not solely his own fault.

Which isn't to say there's never time where he could make more effort, but that goes hand in hand with the inability to understand her feelings part. You definitely do not have to love Adrien and forgive all his mistakes, or anything, but I do beg that you keep in mind: he was not allowed to have a single normal friendship until around one year ago. ;-;

It sounds like Felix was a lot less serious and spiteful when they were younger, but also sounds like their visits were not super frequent. And then like... man this post is long enough without adding thorough Chloe Discourse, but to keep it short, even if we acknowledge she deserves better current-day development, and assume she was not, you know, born being Like This and has gradually built up to it over time, that's still a situation in which...

He has had one (1) friend he was allowed to see with any significant degree of frequency, but without attending school even that was likely not even close to as often as most kids are around numerous peers growing up. And that singular friend was not exactly the most down to earth person, and also has often been shown to treat him more like a possession to flaunt than a person. (Sentitheory rise up lmao) Like, she is definitely Not Entirely Awful, and perhaps no scene better conveyed that she has at least sometimes been a Genuine Friend to Adrien than when she tried to send him well wishes in "Felix". But even with that, it's just...

It is Not Nearly Enough to have expected him to form significant friend-based social skills. Combine that with him having had it constantly drilled into him to be Polite and Formal and Quiet etc all his life in its stead? Yeah. This boy is still very much trying to learn How To Friend, and that doesn't come overnight. ;w;

That's not at all meant to be along the lines of "oh it's not his fault so he is perfect and blameless," or anything of the sort, of course. Ultimately, as Adrien does continue figuring out who he is on his own, it's gonna come down to him to put in the effort to learn. He deserves patience and sympathy, but not coddling or ignoring how his actions affect others.

A strong support system (which he currently does not have) would also be immensely helpful and likely speed up improvement noticeably. But in the same way that no amount of support can change someone who doesn't want to change, wanting to change has to come down to the individual in the end, even if going it alone makes it a much slower uphill climb.

And that goes for both sides of him, too. It's obvious enough that Adrien Agreste is built largely around a persona to please others, while Chat Noir is a more genuine version of the boy, but I don't think it's at all fair to think Adrien is all "fake" and Chat all "real". I'm certain that what we see with Chat is at least some degree of overcompensating and building an opposite persona to cope. Which, again, is not aiming to excuse anything, just to say that he's still trying to figure out who he is on all sides. And while he does, there's definitely plenty of room and hope for improvement.

Even after considering all that, though, we definitely need to take a moment to acknowledge a few of the most important things at play when considering both his character arc and ship potential, bc all of these are pretty irrefutable.

Adrien will never be fully able to improve until his home life does. No amount of just wanting/trying to be a better friend or partner will ever be able to cast off the weight Gabriel puts on him and his that shapes his thoughts and actions. (Possibly "shapes his thoughts" in a horrifyingly direct way at times, given how strong senti evidence has gotten, but that's its own can of worms for another time lol.)

While Adrien's current views and behaviors are very much shaped by his being a victim, and he absolutely deserves patience, this does not mean he is in a good place for a relationship right now.

It also doesn't mean he couldn't have a relationship until everything is 100% better. And yes, IF Marinette or anyone else was willing to put in the patience and effort to help him grow while in a relationship rather than in hopes of eventually being in a better place for one later, it may well do him a lot of good. But no one is obligated to take that role.

It's unfair that some fans think that having someone else put his needs that far above their own is something he "deserves" or "needs"? Claiming as much not only puts him on a pedestal above others, it, quite frankly, does him a disservice. He is a very sweet boy at heart in a very tragic situation, and it's natural that some of us want to protect him, but being coddled and handed things not only wouldn't help him or anyone around him, it's not what he wants. He both wants and needs the space to grow and learn and decide what things really matter to him, and the sense of fulfillment that comes from being able to work toward goals on his own.

So yeah... ;-;

In short, while Adrien is a good character in a bad situation, and it's definitely not fair to say he "can't have" or "doesn't deserve" close relationships (romantic or platonic) until things massively change both within him and around him; it's also not fair to claim that his circumstances obligate anyone to deal with unhealthy dynamics or to excuse the consequences his actions can nonetheless still have.

So whether or not he winds up dating Marinette/Ladybug or anyone else, whether soon or further in the future, should not be a matter of what anyone involved "needs" or "deserves". It would have to be something done as "a conversation", an ongoing back-and-forth communication, and started as a mutual decision made in good faith. It would not work as something to dive into based mainly or solely on indulging feelings.

Healthy, longterm relationships in general require active effort and communication, but Adrien as he is right now would likely require more than most. Which ultimately means that while, no, he doesn't have to "fix" everything to be reasonably able to start a relationship soon, he DOES, at minimum, need to become more capable of being direct and honest about his thoughts, wants, and feelings if he wants a real chance. Not saying he needs to achieve Luka Levels overnight lol, just. He needs Just Enough ability to participate in this sort of "conversation" consistently, and right now he's not quite there yet.

[5secondsofdrama]

Just gotta say it's nice to find fans who are OG and also a similar age to the boys cos fr I feel like the majority of the fam are like 14-16 (18 tops) and I'm out here the same age as the boys like ... Ahaha. And I do think it gives a different pov of their music to be their same age. Like, SGFG is my favourite, but ofc it is "immature". Nonetheless, a good half of the SGFG songs they could still perform today and it wouldn't sound weird for a mid 20s to perform (eg SOAU, V, OS, C22) 1/?

Like, dgmw, I adore JBH, but it's whole vibe is so teenage that I would have thought they would have dropped playing her by now (likewise with SKH...) Heck, even their early stuff they could still play and it not be weird (the exception of the obvious being like 18, KMKM, LB) but fan faves like WAYF or IYDK I don't think would be weird for them to play. They could also change the songs up a bit, too to make them sound more mature. Idk, it seems a waste if they plan to shift fully away. 2/?

They have a catalogue of what, over 100 songs? And seem to want to move away from all their early stuff when so much could still be played today. Yb is a great album, it's matured and you still have alot of SGFG (and even their 2014 EPs) vibes in there. So I'd say it's objectively my fave as I can understand the direction they took to mature to get there. CALM however I can't stand. It feels so try hard. I'm all forcreative expression but honestly can't stand the tinny RnB mix acoustic style 3/?

The mainstream complaint of the boys back in the day was that they were a boy band who were try hards to not be and to be punk rock when they aren't punks cos they don't have that edge to their attitude that punks do. But now they're very obviously trying sooo hard to be mainstream people don't seem to pick up on that. The whole RnB vibe when let's be real, it doesn't suit who they are at all. 4/?

Last one I swear sorry but I was just thinking about all this before I went to sleep aha. They claimed CALM was genre bending when it just doesn't work to be (while Yb was more so and actually worked) and also as tho that's unique to them when you have artists like Post Malone, YUNGBLUD and MGK out here executing genre bending incredibly well but that blatantly isn't their aim, they just make music they enjoy. Wish 5SOS could just reflect and do the same instead of being try hards.

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Ok so, I think this last one goes with this grouping but I’m not sure? It’s not numbered and I technically already answered it but I’m throwing it in here anyways.

There are a lot of younger fans, I try not to judge them too much bc I was pretty young when I started listening to the guys, even tho I’m closer to their age. This being said there are definitely 15 year old fans out there being super problematic and immature on twt and everywhere else. The fandom was toxic way back when too tho, and there are people in their 30s, and mid twenties out here acting like immature disrespectful brats. You can find 16 y/os who are respectful of others, they may still have some growing up to do but I don’t think it’s fair to group alll younger fans into one category and all older fans into another. As I mentioned there are some pretty poorly behaved older fans out there, who flaunt their behaviour, as immature as it is. I think overall maturity is majorly lacking across all facets of the fandom. You’re lucky when you can find small pockets of it.

When we were on ST people liked to call us all sorts of names and sent us hate. And would turn around and say that we were so immature and hateful to Sierra. Reality is that we’ve never stooped that low, and we never will. We don’t post hate, we don’t send it and we don’t promote it.

As for age changing how people experience music, I tend to agree with you. There are certain songs that are attached to young experiences of mine. I think self-titled is the most immature, Amnesia makes me think about my high school heartbreak. I can’t relate it to my current life at all. I don’t really think SGFG is that immature, a part from the name. I think they just had a lot of other influences. I disagree that JBH has a teenage vibe to it. I would say for songs like Money, SKH, and Hey Everybody, or Gotta Get Out, Social Casualty, Reject etc. But JBH has more of an undercurrent of mental health than a need to break free of social constraints put in place by school and parents.

I fully agree that they should play more of their old stuff they have some amazing lock ass songs. Ones that didn’t become massive hits, but the majority of people that buy their records and come to their shows are fans that have been around awhile. They have it in their head they need to appeal to a bigger audience. Whether that’s a then thing or that’s soemthing management is imposing we can’t be sure. I feel like overtime they’ve grown less appreciative of the fans.

People have said if they didn’t evolve their sound they wouldn’t have survived, and I think some evolution is important but I don’t know that an outright complete genre switch is necessary for them to remain successful. Youngblood was a change from their punk pop roots, which we embraced and it was good but it was different. Why they felt the need to entirely shift from that seems so strange to me, and almost unnecessary? Maybe they are having an identity crisis. Even if they had stayed pop punk forever I think they would have been fine. As you mentioned the fanbase was always so strong behind them and a lot of the fans will blindly buy whatever they put out. I’m glad we got YB, I don’t understand why they could have just evolved form their rather than doing whatever the hell they did. Overall, I agree with a lot of what you had to say. And if also like to add I miss the punk vibe and the damn lip ring, grumble.