#like obviously he's still a 'man in power'

[johnwickb1tsch]

🐚Mermaid!Reader x Shane Falco AU...⛵

-Imagine that you’re a mermaid swimming around the harbor at night, maybe scouting your next meal, when you see a beautiful man who’s obviously had too much to drink fall off his boat.  -Unless you help him he’s definitely going to drown, and you are left with a dilemma. If he drowns…you can eat him. That’s kind of your M.O., and you can tell his flesh would be sweet. But usually you prefer to keep your meals to men who deserve it, and as far as you know this guy isn’t a bad man. Just, maybe, a little bit of an idiot. Probably depressed. And he’s so pretty…

-With a few swishes of your powerful tail you’ve got him in your arms and you burst through the surface. You toss him onto the diving platform at the back of his wreck of a boat and start to perform CPR. 

-Luckily for him, he wasn’t down long, and he’s spitting up water and gasping for air in no time. He looks up at you with the most soulful dark eyes you’ve ever seen (and you’ve seen a few, you’re hundreds of years old) before he passes out in your arms. You get the feeling that he almost wished you'd let him drown, and that inspires a strange twinge in your heart that’s hard as coral.

-He wakes up to the sound of singing coming from the galley. A hypnotic, bewitching tune that crosses the wires in his brain. What happened last night? He vaguely remembers the cold embrace of the water, the relief in surrender, and then a vision of a beautiful woman looking down at him, frowning. Did he dream it? 

-When you sweep aside the tattered curtain that separates his berth from the rest of the boat with a flourish, eggs and toast on a plate in your hand, he starts and clutches the blanket to his waist. Where did his clothes go? 

-The first thing you say to him is: “You are one lucky bastard.”

-His eyes fly wide. “Who are you?” He can't keep his eyes from sweeping over you from head to toe. You can't blame him. Your human form is almost as enchanting as your true shape. If you're into legs, that is. 

- “I’m the girl who pulled you out of the water last night. You're welcome, by the way.” He blinks up at you, hung over, as blinded by the light as he is you. “Here. You should eat something.” You silly mortal. You hand him the plate, and he takes it absently, still staring at you. 

“Um. Thanks…” He looks down at the hot breakfast like he's never seen food before. 

You turn to leave the room. The hold of the boat is dark and cramped. You prefer the deck, where you can see the water and taste the salt in the breeze. “Hey, wait.”

You pause to look over your shoulder. “Why…are you doing this?”

“I cheated The Fates when I saved your life. If you believe the saying…I'm responsible for you now.” 

He looks up at you with bewilderment, this breathtaking woman inexplicably appeared on his boat, speaking about the Fates like fact, not metaphor, taking care of him…it’s too much. 

-It’s been a rough few years for Shane Falco. After getting his chance to play ball one more time it seemed like things were looking up. He had some money in his pocket for once, and a hot cheerleader girlfriend to boot. But she left him (or something tragic happened, her reckless driving was invitation to disaster😥.) He decided to fix up his boat and sail to the Caribbean, to just leave it all behind. Too bad it turned out he couldn't run away from himself. 

And that's where you found him. 

There are rumors about you on the island. That you're weird, maybe even a witch. That men who get involved with you sometimes disappear. Certainly something is happening to men who are careless enough to beat their wives and brag about it. More often than not, they're never heard from again. 

Maybe it's true, that you do have a certain taste in men. But you don't always kill the ones who get close to you. That's what you tell yourself, when you decide you're going to bring this sad man with the poet’s eyes and the body of Adonis back to your little beach bungalow. It will be fun. He can definitely use the change of scenery. And if he’s lucky…maybe you'll get to know each other a little better.

You’re not going to eat him, you resolve again. 

Well.

You peer back around the door jamb at the hunk looking at his breakfast with an adorably confused expression. 

Maybe you could have…just a nibble.

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[scientificwitchry]

Explaining & Exploring Caleb's Behavior in Homecoming Wings

This contains spoilers for what happened in Caleb's Homecoming Wings main story update, especially Night Unending so I'd suggest finishing reading it before reading this because this is just me talking about Homecoming Wings.

Before I begin, if you dislike Caleb that is completely your right. If Caleb upsets you that is completely fine. Additionally, this also isn't a justification because let's be real even though as far as yandere's go I don't personally find him that intense he was acting pretty crazy in his main story. Also wanna add that nobody owes Caleb like understanding of his character at all if it's that bad for you. This isn't being written with the intention to change minds or that you have to suddenly like Caleb cause of it. I'm just really obsessed with this man.

I mainly just wanna add more nuance to the topic of Caleb a bit? Because while he is and was certainly unhinged I don't like the idea of people labeling his behavior as him doing crazy stuff just for crazy sake or purely because he's a red flag. Because to reiterate he is def a red flag and more than a bit unhinged but he isn't ONLY that and I don't believe his behavior is based solely on being that but a myriad of things.

For instance, the most problematic and controversial moment in the main story is when Caleb gives MC medicine which results in her soon after noting drowsiness. Many people are of the opinion that Caleb purposely drugged MC, some think it was an act especially ill-intentioned. I personally believe it was not as malicious as it came off considering MC was indeed sick and the cold medicine she took helped. But it's also implied that Caleb gave her the medicine knowing that it would make her drowsy. Anyway, I'm not going to debate whether it's right or not.

Rather, I am more interested in the reasoning. That reasoning is simply that Skyhaven is highly dangerous. Throughout the main story, I can think of at least two incidents in which MC finds herself in danger. The first is with Viper who in the story attacks MC. While MC obviously manages to at least fend off Viper she still struggles and it ends up being Caleb who saves her.

This of course makes sense to me because MC is first and foremost a hunter. She's trained to fight wanderers, not what sounds to be experiments meant to serve as weapons considering Viper is either quite obviously a cyborg or made to some extent of machine.

The second is when MC manages to chip and track Caleb and follows him to the Farspace Fleets clean-up. Which MC finds out is actually them getting rid of ridhuman-turned-wanderers (from what is implied to be unethical experiments). She gets attacked by a bunch of wanderers, injuring her knee but is yet again saved by Caleb.

What I mean to say isn't that MC is somehow defenseless but rather she is completely out of her depths with Skyhaven. It's not a lawless land like the N109 zone rather it is a strict place to the point it exudes almost a sort of oppressive feeling. Crazy, messed up stuffis clearly going on there that MC has only begun to unravel, and will perhaps never truly grasp. Of course, this is not her fault as Caleb is stubbornly insistent on being secretive and won't tell her. Though the "won't" is closer to a can't (due to circumstances even we the players have yet to be fully aware of other than what the game seems to imply).

Where I'm going with this is not only is Skyhaven much more dangerous than N109 zone but on top of that realistically speaking compared to Sylus, Caleb is pretty much powerless. His role is that of a pawn and he has much power as is desired of his role. Sure he can order and boss people around as Colonel but what good is any of that when he lacks the true power needed to protect MC?

It's already clear that the professor that Caleb is implied to have made a deal with in order to protect MC has his sights set on her. Even more by how Kevi who was "saved" by the Farspace Fleet ended up becoming a part of this professor's "family" suspiciously including Viper and a seemingly present Caleb it seems that the Farspace Fleet and this professor is connected. I don't think it would be a stretch to presume based off of this that it's all connected to the Ever MC is looking into.

Considering all of this, what can Caleb, a pawn meant to be eventually cast aside for a better piece do to protect MC when his power is so limited? The answer is, of course, to hide her. Which is why on several occasions in the story he restricts her movement (by locking her up). He obstructs her goals on several occasions not because he's a red flag but rather because he knows every goal she intends to complete will put her under the radar of the exact people who will hurt her, and who he wants her hidden from.

Which is why he even gives her that cold medicine likely knowing it'll make her drowsy because if MC was actually successful in her attempts in rescuing Kevi from the fleet's grasp (and by extension the professor's and possibly Ever's) then she would be put be in deep waters. Everything Caleb does is so seemingly in order to protect MC even if it means being in misery and pain, even if it means upsetting MC, even if it means the only person in this world he cares about ends up despising him. To Caleb, none of that matters if she's safe.

However, Caleb is completely powerless, defenseless, and weak under the authoritarian (and so far mysterious) system of Skyhaven so his only option is to play the villain to keep her safe as otherwise means to let her get hurt.

Because of all this, I even personally believe that Caleb is more overprotective than he is possessive. It's just that it wraps back around to being possessive. It's a lot more than just him loving her, than him wanting her to be his but that he believes that despite his powerlessness that he is the only one who can protect MC. That the only way MC can be safe is with him. This is purely because Caleb has been playing the role of MC's protector, her shining knight in armor for so long that it's deeply entrenched in his identity. He cannot imagine himself living life as anything but someone who protects MC. In fact, I'm of the opinion he believes his only purpose is to protect MC and keep her safe. The only thing that keeps Caleb alive and somewhat sane is this role he clings to desperately. Not because that is what he is but rather it and MC is all he has left. Without it, he is nothing. So perhaps, in this regard despite how much Caleb tries to convince MC, it is he who needs her the most rather than vice versa.

MC can survive without being his princess just fine. Rather, MC even doesn't have the slightest desire to play the princess role Caleb seems to want her to. Her consistently communicating to Caleb the sentiment of "I don't need you" is exactly that. It's not just her refusal to play the role of a princess, not just her denial of Caleb's role as a protector but a rejection of him entirely because even as MC's gege he has only existed as a protector to her. She might as well have just told Caleb "I hate you" which is why I believe after hearing it he almost always seems to snap. He doesn't see it as an assertion of MC's independence (which I personally do) but as MC wholly, entirely rejecting him. Since what even is his purpose if he can't protect MC? What's his purpose if she doesn't need him like he's always needed her? What's the point of having lived and suffered all the way up until now if MC doesn't need his protection?

I feel like a lot of his behavior in Homecoming Wings, especially in Night Unending can be explained simply by this. Caleb's only role, his only purpose is to keep MC safe. Even in the nearing end of Captive Bird where his snapping is less about his role as protector and more about his deep feelings towards MC and his role as her family and MCs albeit understandable insistence on imposing it, he still clings to that role of protector. He still obsessively talks about protecting her, about keeping her safe because again, that is the only purpose and role Caleb has known his entire life so that role is as connected to his feelings as anything else. Ironically enough, despite him resenting the role of being MCs gege he still retains an identity of it.

[xmads-omensx]

Part 6

Word count: 1,955

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: fake dating, swearing, mentions of harrassment

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Closing my front door behind me, I pressed my back up against it before releasing a long, harsh breath that I hadn’t realised I was holding.

I sank down so that I was sitting on the floor and lay my forehead on my knees, groaning at my own idiocy.

I should never have told Jesse and Jolly that. Noah must’ve heard, or if he hadn’t, his two roommates would most certainly tell him.

Fuck.

The realisation of my secret being revealed hit me slowly. I just hadn’t accepted the fact that I was in love with Noah, until the words were flying out of my mouth.

As soon as I said it, I turned and ran out of their front door and straight to my car.

Part of me was insanely embarrassed about my confession, but I also felt insanely relieved at the weight being lifted off of my shoulders.

It felt… freeing.

Granted, Noah didn’t know and I intended on keeping it that way, but it still felt good to tell somebody.

If I was being completely honest with myself, I think I have loved Noah for a while now.

It only clicked into place in my mind when I kissed him in the car park. My heart had erupted with butterflies as my brain turned to complete mush.

And he kissed be back.

Now, sat on the floor of the entryway into my house, I felt like an idiot. Who was I kidding? Noah would never love me back. I was his best friend, and you just didn’t go there with best friends. It would never end well at all.

My mind flitted back to my favourite moments between the two of us. Late night drives with no destination in mind, singing along to our joint playlist. Noah was obviously the better singer, so he wasn’t allowed to sing properly. He would laugh at my failed attempts at reaching the high notes, which would make me laugh in turn.

Our movie nights where we would always end up forgetting about the movie and talking instead. Always waking up the next day tangled up in each other’s limbs, so impossibly close that it took forever to disentangle ourselves.

Ranting about our worst date experiences, dissecting gossip and drama from my workplace, making him laugh with my stupid jokes and dump remarks.

It all came back to me.

My love for Noah had been there for the entire time I had known him, just in the background, powering my heart and my mind as I went through life.

It felt like when you leave a TV show on while you get on with chores. It was always there providing comfort, even when you weren’t paying attention to it.

Noah was like that for me.

I had been sat on the floor for about ten minutes when my phone rang. It was Jesse.

“Hey, Noah’s worried about you.” He said as soon as I accepted the call.

“Why?” I asked with a sigh, running my hand down my face.

“Why do you think? You were supposed to stay the night, and you practically ran home.” He exclaimed.

“I need space, Jesse.” I replied quietly.

“No you don’t. You need Noah. He needs you.” Jesse went on, sounding frustrated. “When will you both just accept that you love eachother?”

“He doesn’t feel the same, Jesse.” I said.

“Don’t give me that stupid bullshit, Y/N, that man is so hopelessly whipped for you it’s embarrassing.” Jesse laughed.

I was silent for a moment.

There was no way that was true.

Sure, Noah was always close, but I never considered that he might feel the same, simply because it seemed so outlandish to me.

He was Noah, and I was… me.

He was this insanely talented musician who toured the world with his super successful band, whilst I worked a 9-5 desk job.

It was laughable, the thought that he might go on tour and miss me. Like he would want me there.

“Y/N, please, just come over and talk to him.” Jesse went on in a gentler tone.

“I’ll come over tomorrow. I need to think.” I replied, making Jesse sigh.

“Okay, but you better show up.” He said.

“Yes. I promise I will.” I responded.

“Okay, goodbye Y/N.” Jesse finished.

“Bye.” I hung up the phone, returning me to that looming silence that had previously encased me.

There was no way in hell that I would tell Noah how I felt.

That night, I struggled to get to sleep, especially with the terrifying thoughts of Noah having potentially hearing my confession and realising that he didn’t want to be within ten feet of me. If he knew, it would change everything.

I arrived at work the next day with heavy eyelids and a red bull in my hand, another in my back just in case I needed it.

Gabi and Ashley were already sat at their desks, and both waved at me with wide smiles on their faces. Smiles that rapidly vanished when the elevator doors behind me opened to reveal Stephen.

My body shuddered at the sound of his awful voice greeting everybody in the office with a booming, “Good morning.”

I felt his hand on my hip as he passed me, making my skin crawl as Gabi and Ashley visibly cringed at his action.

My hand moved on autopilot to my back pocket to reach for my phone to text Noah what happened, but I stopped myself.

I wasn’t ready to talk to him just yet, still terrified that he knew my secret.

So instead I sat down at my desk with a heavy sigh.

“God damn, Noah’s ex must’ve been unbearable if you come into work like that.” Gabi laughed, making Ashley turn around in her chair, desperate for me to fill them in on what happened.

“It was weird. She was completely fine all night right up until we called her an Uber to take her home.” I began. “She kept to herself the whole time, only staring at me, but then called me a slut when she was leaving. I mean, she came up to Noah’s room before the party really even started and tried to start an argument, but Matt, Noah’s tour manager, shut it down as soon as she started.”

I shrugged before finishing telling them all of the details of what Grace had said.

They were completely shocked.

The two of them caught me up on their evenings which were luckily less eventful than mine, before we got back to work.

“Are you going to the dinner tonight?” Gabi asked me on our lunch break.

“Oh my god, yes please come, Y/N.” Ashley replied rapidly.

“I don’t know. Are you both going?” I asked, still unsure if I wanted to spend the evening out at a restaurant with all of my coworkers, and Stephen.

“Yep! So are Zacky and Emma, so you should bring Noah along as well.” Gabi gushed, smiling widely at the prospect of meeting my boyfriend.

I, on the other hand, found this concept terrifying. Not just because I was actively avoiding Noah, but because I would have to lie to my friends even more than I already had. This dinner would be intimate, and my colleagues would most definitely want to talk to Noah about our relationship.

“I’ll think about it.” I replied with a forced smile.

“Oh, come on, Y/N! It’ll be fun!” Ashley begged, grasping my shoulders and pulling me closer to her, making both Gabi and I laugh.

“Fine. But I can’t promise that Noah will come with me.” I sighed, defeated by my friends excitement.

“Yay.” Gabi giggled, clapping her hands with excitement.

I laughed at their joy and turned back around in my seat to face my monitor, before flipping my phone over so that I could text Noah about the dinner.

For some reason, my thumbs wouldn’t move to send the text. It was like they had a mind of their own and were defying me.

By some form of luck, those grey text bubbles appeared at the bottom of my screen. He was typing.

Why?

Why was he typing?

He knew.

Oh no he knew.

My brain went into complete panic mode as I sat there, just staring at my screen.

Are you free later?

Fuck. Shit.

I was just going to ask you the same thing lol

Fancy coming to my work dinner tonight? 

Gabi and Ashley want to meet you

The anticipation of waiting for his message was killing me.

Yeah, sure. What’s the deal?

For some reason, his availability did nothing to ease my anxiety that I was feeling in that moment.

It’s at Vincent’s. That new Italian restaurant downtown. 6pm start

Okay. He was invited. There. I did it.

Sounds good. I’ll pick you up from work and we can go to your place, get freshened up then head out to the dinner?

Oh shit he accepted it.

For some reason, this didn’t make me feel any better.

Yeah sounds good

I was probably reading into things too much, right?

Definitely.

It wasn’t like I yelled “I love him”, I more so loudly spoke it.

Hopefully.

Part of me was excited by the prospect of seeing Noah again, however, even though I did only just see him last night.

“He’s coming.” I said to Gabi and Ashley once I had processed his response.

“Yay!” Ashley squealed.

“Finally! I know he was at the work party last time, but I never got to speak to him.” Gabi said with a soft smile. “And I’m sure he would get along great with Zacky.”

“You didn’t get to speak to who?” That annoying voice interrupted our perfectly pleasant conversation.

Ashley rolled her eyes and turned back around to face her desk.

“Noah.” I curtly replied with a sigh, also turning back towards my desk.

But something stopped me. Stephen had placed his hands on the back of my office chair and spun me round to face him again. He kept his hands on the back of my chair so each of his arms were beside my head as he began to speak.

“What about Nathan?” Stephen asked, his garlicky breath and the stench of his rotting teeth fanned my face.

“Noah.” I corrected, trying to pull away from him. “He’s coming to the dinner this evening.”

“Oh really?” He went on. “Well, you tell Nicholas that I cant wait to meet him.”

“Noah.” I corrected once again through gritted teeth, “and you have already met him, Mr. Williams, at the last work party.”

Stephen’s eyes widened slightly and his expression turned angrier as if he was remembering something that he very much had negative emotions towards.

“Oh yes, I think I remember Nolan.” He lifted his hands up. “Well, in that case, I can’t wait to see him again. Hopefully you look even better than you did at the party.”

After that, Stephen stormed back to his office, not saying a word to any of his other employees.

“Hopefully you look even better.” Ashley mocked, making Gabi and I laugh, covering our mouths with our hands as we tried not to be noticed.

“Oooo Y/N, you look ravishing today.” Gabi added, replicating Ashley’s impression perfectly.

“Guys, oh my god.” I laughed.

“I cannot wait to see Noah meet Stephen officially.” Ashley added.

“Same here, that will be an entertaining conversation.” Gabi added.

“Oh god, it will definitely be something.” I mumbled.

Dread began to seep into my mind as I realised that we would all have to sit in a restaurant with the two of them for a very long time.

This was going to be interesting.

[mxtxfanatic]

I have noticed people rarely acknowledge that from early in the story Jin Ling stries to spend as much time away as possible from both set of uncles. He spends more than half of the novel away from Koi Tower, he goes to night hunts with JC but always runs away from him with fairy the first chance he gets. It would not be that off putting if JL was 16-19, age he would clearly want more independence and to be seen as a young adult, but JL can't be older than 15 (might actually be just 13). It's not normal to have children of that age running away from home/family.

It becomes more evident the chapter LWJ get's drunk for the first time, as the audience is told that that Ouyang Zizhen has already gone back home, implying JL could do that too, but JL is still staying with the Lans when he has no reason to. He doesn't go back to Koi Tower nor to Lotus Pier, doesn't go back to JGY nor JC until he ultimately has no choice. If that is not a signal of anything from toxic to abusive family, idk what it is.

Eh, I only partially agree. Jin Ling spending time away from Koi Tower and Lotus Pier isn’t by itself indicative of his tenuous relationship with his uncles because he’s at the age where he should be nighthunting without adult supervision, which is exactly what his peers are doing. The Lan juniors are also outside of The Cloud Recesses most of the time that we run into them in the narrative. The times shown where everyone is present in their homes is few and far in between. Just because they aren’t home a lot doesn’t mean they’re running away. The actual red flag in how Jin Ling nighthunts is that he’s either being led around by an adult or wandering around on his own because he has no friends amongst his peers to nightunt with like everyone else.

Now, I said he should be nighthunting “without adult supervision,” so this is a section I agree with you with: he’s constantly trying to get away from Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng is the abusive helicopter parent who shows up to your school to threaten a child they heard maybe doesn’t like you (as long as that child doesn’t have a powerful family or backer, of course) but who also removes the door of your bedroom and installs trackers on each of your electronic devices. Jiang Cheng micromanages Jin Ling, to the point where despite all of his other peers being allowed to nighthunt alone at their ages, he is still being accompanied by his uncle and the disciples his uncle sets to tail him. However, Jin Ling obviously doesn’t appreciate this, especially given how often he and Jiang Cheng argue, so he’s become very adept at giving his uncle and his tails the slip (he also has no regard for the life or safety of the Jiang disciples as shown by the Dafan Mountain nighthunt and when he tricks them in order to slip Wei Wuxian out of the inn he was being held captive in).

However, this behavior only applies to Jiang Cheng. Jin Ling actually likes Jin Guangyao and goes to him when he feels like he’s in trouble (mostly with Jiang Cheng). In fact, the fanon relationship that jc stans claim Jin Ling has with Jiang Cheng is actually the canon relationship Jin Ling has with Jin Guangyao: Jin Ling is very protective of this uncle of his. Perfect example: despite thinking that Mo Xuanyu is a gay man shameless enough to sexually harass fellow cultivators regardless of status or relation, when “Mo Xuanyu” is with Jiang Cheng, Jin Ling’s priority is protecting “Mo Xuanyu,” but when “Mo Xuanyu” steps into Koi Tower, Jin Ling immediately turns to aggressively protecting Jin Guangyao. Now, there’s a lesson in here about parents and guardians who turn their children into attack dogs for their benefit, but that’s a meta for another time. From what we see of Jin Ling’s reactions to his Jin family, it’s clear that he has no problem with Jin Guangyao so, if any problem kept him away from Koi Tower, it would be his bully cousins who he wants to avoid.

[wednesdays-buck]

. . . a 9-1-1 abc fic rec!

🚒❤️🚒❤️🚒

Buck is Trying by brownbananas (nickel710)

“What’s with Chim?” Eddie asked quietly as he presented Hen with a mug of coffee, which they both knew was a bribe to get information.

She gave him an unamused look, but accepted the coffee and leaned onto the counter. “He’s got some plan to break the LAFD record for the annual blood drive competition between houses,” she answered.

“Exactly,” Chim’s voice chimed in, and Eddie groaned as he looked over his shoulder to find the man himself grinning from ear to ear as he caught Hen and Eddie chatting about the blood drive. “Do you remember that YouTuber I met a year and a half ago?”

Hen squinted her eyes thoughtfully. “That really tall guy?” she asked after a moment, her face lighting up as she remembered.

“That’s him! His channel is called ‘Buck is Trying.’”

The Long Road Home by inkinmyheartandonthepage

“Hey! I’m Buck,” he had said as he held the bathroom door open for the boy to pass through. “You’re on the bus with me.”

Chris had squinted up at Buck. “Yeah! You’re reading the book on – on space!”

Buck hadn’t realised that the boy had taken any notice of him. “Yeah, I am. And you’re reading Percy Jackson, right?”

Chris had looked delighted that Buck knew about his book. “Yeah! I’m Christopher.”

“Nice to meet you, Christopher,” Buck said.

I’ll Take You All The Way, Boy Just Come Along by fruitsdoesnotknow

Sighing, Eddie checks the desk again, about to abandon the cause when sees something wedged in the back. Trying to get a hold of the paper stuck behind a book, Eddie tugs at it forcefully and steps back with a yelp. He looks down and sees his finger’s got a fine line of blood emerging, and he sucks it into his mouth as he opens up the paper.

“Chris? Is this what you’re looking for?” He hands the paper over, and Chris snatches it while he reads it over, squinting, before gasping and shoving it into his bag.

“Yes! Let’s go, I’m late!” He grabs his crutches and speeds out of there, and Eddie slumps his shoulders before chasing after him with a curse as he glances at his watch.

That’s how his day starts. It only goes downhill from there.

***

The Diaz boys are having a rough day. Lucky for them, they meet a firefighter at the 118 who's determined to do anything he can to make them smile. It works, it really, really works.

Browsing by helloimgh

Firefighter Eddie Diaz and his son Christopher walk into Buck’s bookshop and let him change their lives.

The Tooth Fairy by snowflake194

Eddie sighed, turning back to Christopher. “Mijo, look,” he deadpanned, pointing to the guy. “The Tooth Fairy decided to sit next to us.” “You’re the Tooth Fairy?” Christopher asked, looking at him like he was Santa Claus and a superhero all rolled into one. “Of course,” the man said, straightening up and puffing out his chest a little. “But you can call me Buck.”

OR: Christopher loses his first tooth on a plane to LA, and a random stranger is there to save the day.

(A collection of semi-connected oneshots. AKA: My happy bubble)

Baby, You Can Drive My Car by serenelystrange

“Oh, I am going to murder the new guy,” Buck hisses under his breath.

In which Buck hates the new salesman at work with a burning passion, but Eddie doesn't even know they're fighting.

Suffice to say, they fall in love.

The Weight of it All by serenelystrange

“You want a husband?” Buck asks, still giggling lightly to himself. “I can make dad jokes if I’m a step-dad, right?”

Eddie just shakes his head in amusement and flips on the radio, letting Buck get wrapped up into singing along to a bubblegum pop song.

He never does answer the question

(In which Eddie is Obviously Straight. The fact that he can’t stop thinking about his new gym buddy is irrelevant.)

power forward by circuslife

Maddie fiddles around on her phone for a moment. “March 29th is the Kings game?” she asks, and Eddie nods. “I can get you rinkside.” Eddie almost chokes on his drink. “And how much is that going to cost?” he asks, considering the cheapest ticket he’s seen is pushing $350 and even then they weren’t rinkside. Eddie feels faint at the thought of it. But Maddie giggles and says, “Nothing, they’d be free.” Eddie goes to argue, tries to tell Maddie he absolutely cannot take tickets worth probably $500 off her hands for nothing but she shakes her head some more. “My brother plays for the Leafs,” she explains, “the tickets are free for me to get, Eddie.”

Or, Chris has really gotten into hockey lately. Good thing Maddie's brother plays for Chris's favourite team.

Red Solo Cup by 7ate9

Eddie was less than thrilled when Chris came home with a red solo cup full of dirt. He was so happy to tell Eddie about the class speaker they had, a botanist—“plant guy,” he called him—who helped them plant a flower. Eddie was used to Chris dumping all of his latest endeavors on him, and it would certainly disappoint the kid when his plant died because Eddie couldn’t care for it.

But Chris took care of it. He took care of Queen and loved her, but of course, she started to wilt. So, what else could Eddie do but pack up his son and the plant, drive over to the botanist that came to speak to their class, and find out what was wrong with the plant? And maybe drool over the guy, just a little bit? No harm, right?

On the Light Up Floor by Mooeyeddie (mooeyeddie)

[EXPLICIT]

But standing before him, was without question, the hottest man he had ever met and, if the lime slice Shannon threw at his head was anything to go by, he had been staring for far too long.

“Hi,” he blurted, the lime doing its job at pulling him back out of his thoughts.

“Hey,” the guy grinned crookedly and leaned against the bar, curly hair flopping across his forehead in a way that threatened Eddie’s mind to bluescreen again.

“Hello!” Shannon chimed in with an evil grin, pointedly ignoring Eddie’s glare, elbow on the bartop, head resting on her palm.

Or:

In which Buck is a firefighter and Eddie is the worst bartender the world has ever seen

Thank You, Alaska by serenelystrange

[EXPLICIT]

Oh, Eddie thinks as several of the mom’s grins turn sharp and interested, he is going to murder this man. Or fuck him into the mattress. The jury is still out.

(In which Buck is the nurse at Chris's school, and Eddie is immediately down bad crying at the gym.)

Five-Dollar Fridays by serenelystrange

[EXPLICIT]

“I am literally popping corn,” Buck says, “What more do you…” he trails off as he finally looks up and sees the man by the entrance that Taylor was eyeing. “Holy shit.”

In which Buck crushes on the hot firefighter dad that comes in for the $5 movie nights, and then they fall in love about it.

lucky streak by 2manyboys

[EXPLICIT]

A massive tsunami hits the Santa Monica Pier; Eddie has an instant connection with a firefighter from another station.

keep me as your finish line by thatbuddie (talktothesky)

[EXPLICIT]

“Oh no, we’re not doing this.” Chimney pops a bubble with the gum he’s been chewing as he moves one of his fingers back and forth to point between The-Man-who-isn’t-Buck’s-man-he’s-just-The-Man and Buck. “You didn’t drag me to the gym just so you can ditch me to fuck some guy in the showers."

Buck lowers his voice, leaning forward as if trying to make the words’s journey shorter between him and Chimney so they can’t escape and reach anyone else’s ears,“I wouldn’t fuck him in the showers.”

Chimney’s response is wordless in the form of an eyebrow raise.

“Not anymore, okay?” Buck clarifies, rolling his eyes. “That’s not who I am now."

(spoiler alert: Buck does fuck the guy in the showers. but that comes after nicknaming him Big Beautiful Brown Eyes, finding out his name is actually Eddie, becoming his best friend, and falling madly in love with him.)

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Bde who has a really strong praise kink and gets turned on from it......

A/N: I've combined this request and one for soft dom reader with Elvis together into this story. Thanks for both! Also I love praise kink so I am weaaaaak for writing him like this. I went for 77 BDE for this one.

Good boy

Pairing: BDE x Older soft dom!Reader

Word count: 1.9K

TWs: Age gap (reader is 15 years older than Elvis), praise kink, use of mama in a sexual context, angst, Elvis cries, smut.

You’re almost a little nervous tonight, though you’re not sure why. It’s not as if he’s going to see you, let alone pick you out of everyone in the crowd. He doesn’t know you’re here, how could he? You’d be surprised if he even remembered you, it’s been so long since you last saw one another. And in the meantime you’ve moved to Charlotte, which is where he’s playing the final date of his tour. You’ve seen a lot about him in the press, read a lot of unkind comments and looked at a lot of unflattering photos. He certainly looks different to the young man you met in Memphis, full of boyish enthusiasm, with his floppy hair and puppy dog eyes. But you look different too. You were in your mid-thirties then, and obviously you’re much older now. Life has been relatively kind, though you’re divorced and you never had any kids, you’ve kept your figure and your hair has greyed in streaks that almost make you look distinguished. Your best friend told you that you should dye it, women of your age dye their hair she’d said, but you don’t care. You’ve never been one for doing what women of your age are supposed to, or you’d never have dated a man 15 years your junior. And you wouldn’t be at a rock concert now. 

When you eventually find your seat you’re much nearer the front that you’d imagined, and when he comes out in a beautiful white jumpsuit with what looks like feathers embroidered on it you audibly gasp. From the moment the music starts and he starts to move you’re captivated, memories of your time together flooding back to you just watching those hips. During Love Me you watch women elbow their way to the stage for scarves and kisses, and suddenly your legs seem to be taking you out of your seat too. You don’t expect to get to the stage in time, or for him to see you, you’re just acting on impulse. It feels a little like he’s hypnotised you, and you don’t have any choice in the matter.

And then he sees you. To begin with, he just sees an attractive older lady, well put together, waves of dark brown hair streaked with white. But as he bends down to ask if you want a scarf or a kiss, there’s something familiar in your face, and he thinks he must’ve met you before. 

“Have we met, honey?” He asks, wrapping a scarf around your neck and using it to pull you towards him, since you’d been too stunned to answer his first question. 

Your brain eventually kicks into gear. “We’ve done more than that,” you whisper, letting him kiss you gently. 

“Is that so?” He’s still trying to place you, his brain is slower nowadays and he’s tired. So tired. But he keeps you there, in the hopes he’ll remember or you’ll tell him. 

“You were my good boy, back in Memphis.”

Elvis is relieved he’d kept the mic far away from you both when he hears those words. He’s hit by such a powerful wave of memory it almost knocks him onto his ass. He blinks rapidly and then stares right into your eyes and you see that he remembers you. He whispers your name softly, and you nod. 

“Don’t go anywhere after,” he says quickly, seeing the sea of women gathering around you. “Someone will get you.”

You spend the rest of the show in a daze, thinking about his lips, the way he looked at you, the words he whispered like a plea. Don’t go.

***

You don’t go and someone does come and get you, and then you’re jammed in the backseat of the car between Elvis and one of his goons. The journey is mercifully short, and he holds your hand the whole time, a little smile playing on his lips. You’re relieved when he takes you into his suite and dismisses everyone else. Standing there in the middle of the room, still in his jumpsuit and belt, he looks both beautiful and incredibly tired. He looks down at you and sighs softly. 

“I-I can’t believe it’s you.”

“I can’t believe you remembered me.”

“Are ya kiddin’? ‘Course I do.”

You smile at one another as you keep standing there, taking one another in. After a few moments you decide to take control. 

“Why don’t you get comfortable? Take those clothes off, have a shower.”

He hums and fiddles slightly with his sleeve. “Ummm, mama…”

Your smile grows at the pet name. “Go on, I’ll sit with you in the bathroom.”

His breath catches in his throat thinking about you seeing him the way he is now. “Ah… I…”

“You want to be a good boy for me?” You ask, your hand on his face as you look into his eyes.

For the first time in a while, Little Elvis stirs at your words. “Yes, mama,” he whispers. 

“Off you go then.”

He nods and walks slowly over to the bathroom. You set the water going and check the temperature, and then sit on the side of the bath as he undresses awkwardly. 

“Your show was so good,” you coo, and he looks up. 

“Really?”

“Mmm yes. And you looked so good in that suit.” 

He lets the jumpsuit fall to the floor and you catch a quick glimpse of his semi-erect dick in his little white stage pants before he obscures them with his hands. He blushes as he asks you if you really thought that. 

Standing up, you put your arms around his neck, tugging his head down so you can whisper in his ear. “Yes, and you look good enough to eat right now too.”

His adorable, bashful smile lights up his face and he kisses you quickly, impulsively. You feel blood rushing between your legs and you smile back at him again. “And if you’re good you can have everything you want.”

He barely suppresses a little moan at those words. Doing what you told him to was one of his favourite things, when he was young and just getting famous. The way you told him how good he was filled him with warmth. He bathed in your praise, all your affirming words and gentle touches, and right now it feels like it’s exactly what he needs, after this long and gruelling tour. Stepping into the perfectly warm shower, he sighs as he washes away the grime of the performance. He finds himself in your arms on the bed, cocooned in just a robe as your nails scratch his sideburns, digging in and making him almost purr. You’re wearing one of his pyjama tops, it’s long on you but you’ve taken your panties off and he knows your bare pussy is under there. He looks at your long legs on either side of him. 

“Mama, you’re so beautiful.”

You kiss his temple as you blush a little at the compliment. You’re not immune to praise either, even though it’s his thing. Knowing he still wants you after all this time is a little dizzying, knowing your age doesn’t matter to him, the time that’s passed since you last saw one another doesn’t matter either. 

You’d discovered his love of praise almost straight away. He was so young and eager to please, and you taught him how to please you in a thousand different ways. An enthusiastic learner, he loved you instructing him, moving his head and then telling him when he’d hit the perfect spot. And the way you spoke to him afterwards. That was probably his favourite part. He would get so hard just from licking you out and you telling him he was a good boy that sometimes he’d cum before you even touched him. 

“Thank you, baby. You wanna make mama feel good?”

He nods quickly, almost scrambling to turn around to face you. You giggle, and the sound makes you feel like a young woman again. Instructing him to lie on his belly, you carefully lift the top up, exposing yourself for him. He groans at the sight of you. He’s seen a lot of pussies by now, but he could still have remembered every inch of yours without looking, he’s mapped it out with his tongue so many times. He crawls closer and his big hands spread your thighs, open-mouthed kisses trailing down the insides of them, just the way you used to like. 

“Yes, baby. I love your kisses.”

He keeps kissing, between your legs now, making you moan. His thumbs spread your lips as he dives in, making out with your pussy like he used to make out with girls when he was young. 

“Oh. That tongue feels so good.”

His hard-on presses against the bed as he keeps going, tongue dipping inside you, nose nudging your clit. 

“Yes, baby!” 

Pleasure buzzes in your veins as he carries on, worshipping you and tasting you. You need a lot to get turned on these days, but he brings back so many memories that you can feel yourself giving in to it. Bathing in the feeling, enjoying the journey. 

Once he thinks he’s got you good and wet, he moves his attention to your clit and slides a long finger inside. 

“Oh!”

“Is it good, mama?” He mumbles against you. 

“So good, baby. Oh you’re so good for me. Fuck. You’re gonna make me cum so hard baby. All over your gorgeous face.”

Another finger slides in beside the first, and he curls them to hit the spot he remembers inside you as he continues to work your clit with his tongue. The way you’re talking to him is driving him crazy, his hips are rutting into the bed just like they used to. 

“Oh fuck… yes…” 

You grab his head, pulling his hair a little as you push him onto your clit harder, feeling yourself teeter on the edge of oblivion. And then you’re moaning, and everything disappears in a blinding flash of light as your orgasm slams into your body. 

He licks you through it, trying to still his hips and stay patient. Waiting for you to tell him he’s done a good job. 

“Oh, my good boy,” you sigh, desperately pulling him towards you. 

You rearrange so his back is against your chest again, your hand on his belly as your eyes close and you savour your dizzying high. 

“Am I still good for you, mama?” 

You slowly reopen your eyes and look down at him, his blue eyes brimming with tears. 

“So good, baby. Best I’ve ever had.”

He turns his head as he closes his eyes again and a tear escapes down his cheek. Your heart aches for him. You don’t have to ask to know that he’s tired, that this wasn’t the life he thought he’d have, that he's just fulfilling obligations now. 

“You want mama to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes please,” he whispers, eyes still closed. 

Reaching down, your hand snakes around him. His breath hitches at the feeling, and he moans the moment you start to move slowly, up and down. 

“You’re so perfect. So gorgeous. So sexy. So good at making me feel good. I love everything about you, baby.”

You tell him all that and more, softly into his ear as your hand works him. Another tear sneaks down his cheek as you touch him and praise him, the feeling in his chest overwhelming. When he finally cums he calls out your name, and more tears spill from his eyes. 

“I love you, mama,” he whispers. 

Wrapping him tightly in your body, you kiss his face. “I love you too, baby. I’m glad we found each other again.”

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[clownstillwritesfanfic]

Let’s talk about the foreshadowing of Klaus and Allison’s relationship in the tarot scene in Season 4 of The Umbrella Academy.

I’m not an expert, I don’t even own my own deck. But I went through a phase where I watched a lot of tarot readings and I do have some books on how to read tarot.

Klaus has the Rider-Waite deck which is the most popular tarot deck. Anyone that does tarot probably has their own copy. It’s just very iconic.

The first card Klaus pulls is The Lovers, which causes him to joke about not being laid.

This is actually excellent foreshadowing. At this point, he still hasn’t taken the marigold.

The Lovers is a very powerful card. It’s telling him he will face temptation of some sort soon or it can be about existing relationships. The relationship does not have to be romantic or sexual. This can be shown directly after he is given the marigold. Allison gives him the marigold to save his life because she loves him. But this ultimately strains their relationship due to his trust being broken.

This causes him to revert back to his old ways with drugs. The temptation is back. His first love. And the drugs cause him to end up being prostituted out and subsequently, getting laid.

The second card he pulls is The Tower. And his reaction is interesting because…this is NOT the kind of card you’d like to see.

The Tower doesn’t directly mean loss of self control on its own, but when paired with The Lovers, it can very much be interpreted that way.

The Tower is actually a scary card to pull sometimes. It represents danger, sudden change, and destruction, among other things. Now it’s not always bad. But it’s not a card you’d be happy to see in most readings.

Him being so nonchalant while pulling that card is kinda crazy to me. Especially when he’s so freaked out about safety. The Tower is basically a huge warning sign that shit is gonna get rough.

Tarot can be read in multiple ways, it’s personal to each person. But they way I’m reading this is that this is also foreshadowing the chaos and destruction the Cleanse will bring. He’s doing this while he’s in the van while the others look for Jennifer.

The Tower also can represent higher learning and liberation, something the Keepers believe the Cleanse will bring.

Now obviously Klaus isn’t doing a general reading, he’s doing a personal reading. So for him, The Tower mixed with The Lovers could be a form of loss of control, especially since he won’t be able to consent to having the marigold forced back in him by someone he trusts and loves. He lost control of that.

The third card he pulls is actually wrong.

This is not Death. This is the Ten of Swords.

Despite its name, Death is not actually representative of actual death. It actually means the end of something. What’s interesting about Death is that it can have different meanings depending on who you are. For example, a man pulling this card could represent the loss of a benefactor. Who’s Klaus’ benefactor? Allison. She lets him stay in her house rent free, eat her food, bubble wrap everything, because she loves him and wants him to stay sober.

However…he didn’t actually pull Death. My guess is they didn’t do their homework well enough and thought that because the card doesn’t have the name of it on it like The Lovers or The Tower did and they saw the picture of a man stabbed to death, they just assumed this was the Death card.

Despite that, the Ten of Swords plays perfectly into this. This card represents betrayal. Pulling this card signifies somebody will betray you very soon or you already have been.

And who betrays Klaus? Allison.

On their own these cards are damning. But together it tells a story. Someone Klaus loves will betray him and send him on a path of self destruction and this will forever ruin his relationship with them.

Allison betrays his trust and gives him the marigold to save his life due to love. This causes him to feel betrayed and that’s why he crashes out on her and everyone else and why he ends up going back to drugs and ends up being pimped out to pay back an old debt.

But wait…this also foreshadows something else that happens later in the season.

Who else gets stabbed in the back and betrayed by a lover? Who else has their whole life destroyed only hours before they end up being erased to save the world?

But he’s not the only one…

While season 4 may have been disappointing…the foreshadowing was clever.

[applepies-with-some-looting]

FOR REAL OMG.

My first introduction to the fandom is through SQH, making me start off on a bad note with Shen Yuan because from the get go I'm just like: "Okay this is the literal CREATOR of this world, why tf is a random rich kid millennial the one who's speed running this story on easy otome-esque mode." because seriously, I mean, why not SQH?? Why did he have to actually make an effort and live through everything to reach where he is, when SY just pops in to take over SJ's body when SJ had already fought tooth and nail for his strength, body, position, and prestige? Not to mention, the system is more lax w SY than SQH??? like why??

Then I transitioned to SJ thru a fanfic where SQH saves him and of course SY is "better" than SJ I mean, a pampered third young master of rich parents?? Obviously he would be more subdued and kinder than the guy who literally had the misfortune of living in the rotting bowels of society since childhood.

Nobody wants a broken man.

They prefer those who are soft and good and kind, when a lot of those people are that way because they have the privilege to be. Like that quote from Parasite(?) "She's not rich and nice, she's nice because she's rich. If I was rich I could be nice too." It's easy to be "nice" when you've never suffered or worked a day in your life. SY didn't have to work or suffer because he was fortunate enough to be born rich, and that's why he's so 'kind' without consequence.

YQY being kind had fucked over SJ.

SJ trying to be kind and help LQG just ended up with his being accused of trying to kill him (twice).

SJ pampering NYY? It fucked him over.

SJ sparing QHT for unknowingly helping him even though its her own family at fault (and her ignorance is frankly annoying)? Fucked him over.

SJ saving and following YQY even though he thinks YQY never went back for him???? FUCKED HIM OVER.

Shen Jiu has been dealt bad cards all of his life, obviously he would be bitter, resentful, and deal out bad cards in return. I'm just pissed nobody tried enough for him yet they have the audacity to fawn over an imposter waltzing around using his face, body, power, and prestige doing things he would hate. This is why I hate calling SY or SJ as SQQ. SJ is the one who earned that name and identity but SY just gets it granted to him by the system??

In comparison to TCF (another fandom I'm in), Cale is not privileged. He had also been abused and suffered almost all his life. (pre-transmigration) But why don't I prefer the original Cale if I liked SJ? Okay, for me it kinda comes down to 'privilege' again. Og!Cale literally took over KRS's body as KRS is already a fundamental part of the company, taking over his body, strength, face, abilities, prestige, and some of his memories (+ a literal human guide) while Cale gets yeeted to a world on the verge of war with nothing but incomplete information (and emotional clownery /affectionate/). After fighting tooth and nail for survival for at least 20+ years in Korea, now he has to do it again but with ✨Fantasy DLC and Adoption✨ installed. (Though, liking SJ opened my eyes and made me like Og!Cale more, I still prefer KRS!Cale)

Compared to SY, Cale's kindness just feels more... meaningful to me. More raw, more real. Now, while he did have ppl guide him compared to SJ, I prefer him over SY simply because this is a man who suffered and was abused like SJ yet... he's still kind?? It's more admirable to me when a man who had "given in to the place that was supposed to be called home" and had to fight for the survival of himself and others for years exhibits kindness.

Because hurt people have the tendency to hurt people and unlike the kindness that stems from having a home, freedom, shelter, money, love, and family since birth; kindness that sprouted from love and the desire to help others not experience the same abuse and hurt that he did (and suffering more in the process) evokes more deep emotions and a sense of fondness within me.

Also, Cale treats the ppl around him as actual real ppl and not just characters. He has empathy, and a lot of it.

Heck, he even had the time to worry about the OG!Cale and his happiness in the middle of dealing with a fuckin war led by a thousand year old reincarnator!!!!! He only let go of his worries when it was confirmed to him via a trusted source that Og!Cale was happy!!!!

I've been into the TCF fandom for years now and it seems I've been spoiled by Cale's care and fucks to give even towards ppl that are seemingly not mentioned in the novel or those that can be deemed not rlly important. ig that's why I found SY's indifference and even hate towards the original owner of his body (and his reaction to GYX's death) to be off putting. (Though, SJ did abuse SY's fav character so rlly, I can understand. Still put off by his indifference + reaction to GYZ's death though)

Maybe it's also a plus that Cale's relationships with others aren't rlly romantic but focus more on family. I'm not against romance, it's just that SY's wife beam is a bit too potent for my taste.

This post brings up a point too: → [°_°]

Look this is just an opinion not a fact don't get into such a tussle over a stanger opinion on a book of all things which are meant for entertainment. How I view this doesn't effect you nor do you take it as fact in fact youre free to disagree don't care.

It fucking says a lot about Shen Jiu as a character and the fandom as a whole in fanfics when the majority of them make him in fanfics having a better turn around in his life is always when a respected man is attached to hip usually( Liu Qingge) or acts as a voucher for people to even see him past his shell or his lies about the true reason he goes to the brothel goes out the window because otherwise he's a liar, a no-good and lecher and scum villain and because he's so emotional and volatile people do not respect him as a peakleader at all. He doesn't have a voice like it's telling me he's so female-coded cause ladies knows how dangerous people giving character assassination at your person could do tons of damage to your future prospects in future life and honestly I really like even though the ficwriters don't outright say it cause it subtle how majority every man and person in his life have taken away his autonomy and I find the most egregious example SY not actually giving a fuck about the person of the body he's inhabited and him not emoting at all when he saw the OG being abused and still validating LBG like if even the modern man from another era doesn't give a shit either someone who has to have sensible morals in society and even he doesn't care . This dynamic reflects a lot how society often undermines individuals who don't fit its norms, stripping them of their autonomy and dignity. SJ's struggle for respect and recognition in the story mirrors real-world issues of power and validation.

Everyone prefers SY. I'm not going to act as if I'm better though in real-life same I'd like him more too but his martial siblings barley tried. If they dislike him whatevs, but you guys are not at all suspicious about the 180 change in behavior how the kid he used to hurt and abuse is now being loved and pampered wtf??? Don't you guys owe him that much to investigate.

They could have tried to dig deeper aside from the one time they test him for possession but they didn't because they prefer the new and improved him". It actually so telling how the author chose someone of such a rich and idle pampered background to be transmigrated to the villain who's origin the very opposite of that and yet seemingly integrated himself better and incorporate better relationship with them then SJ.

The cultivation world, as well as the characters within it, reflect deep-seated classist attitudes. SJ's rough background and survival tactics make him an outsider, whereas SY, coming from a more privileged background, can navigate and be accepted more easily.

What does that actually say exactly that someone of a better background get along with the peaklords but not SJ because with our SJ he's a fighter and biter, he plays dirty to win in their eyes, he a lecher every inconceivable things is literally placed onto him just based on their perception of him. Is it that unconsciously they could tell SJ is not of of them or am I looking to deep haha??? The cultivation world is very classist is not news to anyone and that being the exploration in MXTX next book and how WWX background being how he literally met his end because of it says an actually lot how she took the things from this story and incorporate it into her next book.

The entire story had me retrospectively think hard how SJ voice is silent and yet to me at least he stills haunts the narrative because of it then when you get to the reveal about his backstory it makes you fucking think of him as an actual person and not just an object as a vehicle for the main character to just insert himself in because no matter the nature of a person it stills their body.

Like i've seen some fans even reflect this saying it not his fault that he transmigrated or he deserved it's technically his body and that he's a better person than SJ. At first, I agreed but then I took some time to process this. I don't care about SJ actions and his nature if it at the expense of his fucking body. SY can live for many many years but he's not SQQ unless he reincarnated like Airplane like it makes me want to me want to debates about transmigration. SY is his own person an adult with memories he has his own thoughts and feelings so when he transmigrated he took over the manual controls but that doesn't mean he's actually SQQ because he's not he's a pampered millennial.

In Otome Isekai (OI) stories, the original souls often face bad endings, while the transmigrators, who are modern characters inhabiting and thriving in these disliked bodies, desperately try to avoid such fates. They manage to charm the original male leads and are so focused on changing the story's trajectory that they can't accept its original path. This comparison to OI highlights how these characters' actions mirror Shen Yuan's (SY) predicament. The original person's identity and struggles are dismissed for the sake of the new character's journey, leading to the erasure of the original identity.

I don't vibe much with Shen Yuan because he seems very indifferent. The world revolves around him and his bias, much like many other transmigration novels where the MCs are similar. I find it hard to connect with a MC whose actions, even bold, lack a genuine foundation with other characters because they continue to see them not as people but character roles they're supposed to fulfill. He does everything to save himself, not from the sincere intention. His reaction to the death of GXY was cold af.

I don't like transmigration stories for this reason. They're often treated more as reader-inserts for fix-it fanfiction. We rarely learn about the characters' past lives, so we end up thinking of them as the person they transmigrated into, rather than who they were before. All we know of before was he was cyber-bullying and harassing the author and a troll so an asshole, basically.

If you guys don't know about OtomeIsekai basically we have bunch of modern day Koreans jumping into european white women bodies and inhabiting their bodies and living vicariously through them basically wish-fufillment bullshit trash . 9/10 nobody notices because this is a person who is widely disliked and despised and because no-one cared for the OG soul it easier to just go under the radar hell even the MC don't give a shit to so we have another MC that become so beloved in the eyes of the ML and how she bewitched everyone into loving her.

Transmigration is literal horror. " His Present" a short story I read from novel-updates where it literally based on this very concept where his loved ones preferred the imposter ugh made me bawl.

It makes me think about transmigration. Does it truly matter if the person who took over lived much longer than the original soul does that make them "THEM" ? I actually do appreciate SJ backstory being added but like now with transmigration just popping off on internet novels where the concept is everywhere where the original soul is discarded and the new one is celebrated, kinda adds a layer of tragedy and ethical dilemma to the narrative. It questions the validity of the new identity and the consequences of such an erasure. I'm always biased for the OG souls maybe that why a lot of SJ fics make him the character who is most suppressed by his role as scum villain succeed in making him heard to be listened to and mattered.

Imma nap lol this rant was loooong!!!

[kitsunexgari]

Summary: During a party you're attending with Byung-hun, you run into an old flame. Thanks to a little too much booze you end up kissing him, but you are caught. Obviously, Byung-hun isn't too happy with this situation and he decides to teach you a lesson about who you belong to when you get home. Tags: Dom/sub, Knifeplay, Blood Kink, Restraints, Riding Crops, Spanking, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fear Play, Butt Plugs, Slapping, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Scarification, Marking, Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane Notes: This is meant as a fictional scenario and is not meant to reflect any sort of real life situation. It should be considered as extremely alternate universe.

"What is it about him huh? You couldn't just stop  yourself?" He demands as you get back to the house. You sigh, it wasn't just as black and white as stopping yourself but you weren’t exactly sure how to explain it. There was some kind of history there, a weird one but still there. It wasn't like it was just a superficial crush. You had gotten to know him over time and you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from one little kiss. Even if you knew it was wrong since you had someone else now. 

"First of all, you need to sober up," You warn and head for the kitchen to grab him a bottle of water. He follows after you close behind; you know he’s not happy but you also understand why. You know the booze is making him more riled up than he normally would be, and that is only going to make it much harder to talk to him. You turn and hold the water out to him, he glares at you but takes it anyway. "Secondly, I mean okay he's an old friend, someone that I knew before I ever you and I still do happen to find him very attractive. Yeah, it’s stupid I may have had a crush on him at some point, I guess those feelings came back up. Happens to the best of us. He was a bad boy and I was young and stupid but I like that whole-" 

"A bad boy..." He cuts you off as he opens the bottle of water, "That guy, that pretty guy in the suit, a bad boy?"

"Maybe, at one time, it was just a fantasy I guess. Obviously I wouldn't like him if he were really a-" 

"Psycho killer is that what you want now?" He asks then takes a few gulps of water and moves to the counter pulling a knife from the wooden block where it’s sitting. He turns towards you holding it up to your face. "I can give you psycho killer, I'm fucking Lucifer if that’s what you want.”

"I-" 

"You...your the one who gave me my power little girl." He grins. You can’t deny what he’s doing is really hot. It isn’t giving you a dangerous vibe at all, he knows you like this because you had flat out admitted it to him in a hot tub one night. Your fantasy, how badly you wanted it. The whole thing about pushing it to the extreme and not stopping unless you use the safe word. Though he is upset, or had been, you can see the shift. The air has changed. For whatever reason this had stirred up that part of him that feels he could fulfill the fantasy you have. Perhaps what it took to spark this feeling was seeing you do that. Kiss another man. 

"My fantasy was about an actual human, not the devil." You say softly after another moment. "Also to be caught off guard and well...I like this whole thing but you're drunk and we shouldn't do this." It kind of pains you to say it. Boy do you want to do it. You even realize the thrill of doing it while he is less inhibited than usual, which isn’t even that much to start with. The danger of doing something that reckless is intoxicating but you know you shouldn't. It went against the rules and if they started to break the rules, then where would they be? You move past him, testing the waters a bit. Wanting to see if he remembers the rest of what you said. About not stopping until you call the safe word. No matter how much you protest. You hear him growl as you pass but you don’t  hear him following. That’s kind of a bummer. 

You head into the bathroom and strip out of your shoes and dress then walk over to the shower. You turn it on and step up to the sink so you can take your hair down. You’d gotten it done professionally for the party. They'd used all sorts of clips and pins and you didn't know where. It was much easier to take it down while looking in a mirror than trying to guess. As you pull the last pin from your hair the lights in there flicker and go out entirely. It wouldn't have been so bad other than the fact that it made things nearly pitch black. There is some light coming in through the window but not much. 

"Byung-hun?" You call. Since it is summer and has been unusually hot, you wouldn't have been anywhere near surprised if there were rolling blackouts again. You sigh and start to blindly find your way back towards the bedroom. Eventually you find where you tossed your purse down and get your phone out. Flicking on the flashlight you shine it around the room. "BYUNG-HUN!" From outside you can hear a dog barking in the distance, though that only lasts a moment before it stops. You head out into the hallway, still just in your bra and panties. Stockings and garter belt as well. He seems to like that sort of thing so you’d worn it on purpose to the party to tease him. 

Stepping into the hall you shine the flashlight one way, pausing to try to remember where the hell the fuse box is. It seems the lights are out in the entire house. You guess it could be a problem with that but maybe it was just another rolling blackout. You turn your phone so the screen is facing you, intending to Google blackouts in the area to confirm your theory. Out of nowhere, you are grabbed from behind. A leather gloved hand presses over your mouth tightly. It startles you enough to drop your phone as you are pulled back a few feet.  

"I don't think anyone's here to help you. Haven't seen people around," The voice was definitely Byung-hun’s so at least that calms you. Slightly. To be fair, he'd done a good job of this and you really like the way your heart is pounding in your chest. "Now, you're going to do what I fucking say or you're going to fucking regret it. Understood?" You feel him shift and a second after that, the cold metal of a knife pressed to the side of your throat. You gasp softly, closing your eyes. He is really going for it, isn’t he? 

"Y-yes..." You say into his hand even though it is considerably muffled. 

"That's my good girl, now...I think we're going to start by showing me what you want to do with him hmmm? Bet you'd just love to be sucking his cock  right now, huh?" He asks. 

"No! I-"  

"Of course you would you stupid whore..." He chuckles darkly. Oddly enough, as much as you recognized the voice as his it was still different. Like he is playing a character or something. It is deeper, smoother, much more savage. It’s just different enough to drive you crazy. You’ve never heard him speak in this manner before. 

"Come on now, start walking." You don’t have a choice either way because he is so much bigger than you. You are just turned and he starts to force you down the hall towards where the bedroom is. When you are about 5 feet from the door he shoves you away from him and towards it. You stumble then turn to look back. He definitely has a knife. He must have kept it with him when you left the kitchen. 

"Open it, go on." He shoves the knife in her face. You swallow hard and nod, reaching toward to grab the knob and twist it to push the door open. As it swings back he grabs you by the hair violently and pulls you inside with him, shoving you down onto your knees quickly. "Stay there, don't fucking move." 

"Yes uh..."

"Sir is fine," He chuckles moving towards the dresser where you keep most of the toys you have around for fun. You turn your head to see what he’s doing. He hasn’t positioned you correctly for you to see exactly what might be going on. "DON'T FUCKING MOVE WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST TELL YOU?" 

"S-Sorry." You yelp turning your head back so you are looking forward instead of over your shoulder. 

"Repeat it, bitch, what did I just fucking tell you?" He insists. 

"Not to move, sir." You say. 

"So you can hear, good to know," He growls. You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. This is far more intense than anything you’d ever experienced with him but you are loving it. You glance around the room then over to the door. Part of you wonders what he’ll do if you run. Would he keep going? Still play along? Get worse? You wait until he sounds distracted. Rifling through the items in the dresser. You scramble to your feet and yank the door open before racing out of there as fast as you can. "GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!" 

You scream, tearing down the hall and going for the stairs. Just as you are about to reach them you are tackled to the ground, hard. He pins you there, pressing the palm of his hand to the side of your face. Pushing your cheek into the carpet. Your heart is pounding in your chest but she are loving every second of it. 

"LET ME GO!" You scream at him, and like you mean it, trying to test him on this. 

"Right, the guy with the fucking knife who came in here just to fuck that sweet ass is going to let you go. What fun would that be?" He taunts. You scream again but he just ignores it, pulling your arms back behind you and tying them in place. It seems like he more than likely had just picked up the rope when you made a break for it. Shit he is good at this.

"PLEASE! I'M SORRY!"

"Sorry about what? That you're such a goddamn, cock teasing whore?" He snarls, getting down by your face to do it, even drooling on you a bit. You cry out in disgust and he very easily pulls you up onto your feet again. You try to drag them, lock up, anything you can but it isn’t working. He is very easily able to pull you back to where you had been before because the stockings on your feet made it painfully simple to slide you around. 

"What are you gonna do now? Huh? Tough guy? Hands are behind my back!" You snap at him. The door had shut behind him, and though you knew you probably shouldn't be a smart ass right now you want to test it. Since it is ultimately safe to do this with him, and you know it, you want to see what might happen. Challenge him a bit. Not letting go of you for a second he drags you into the bedroom and shoves you to your knees like he had before.  "Stay the fuck there," He warns, shoving the knife in your face. "DON'T FUCKING MOVE!" 

"OKAY!" You yell back. He growls again and steps away from you but only for a second. The next thing you know he is putting a blindfold over your eyes. A good one too. Something very specifically meant to block out your sight entirely. With your arms restrained as they are and this blindfold tied around your head you aren’t going anywhere he doesn’t let you, that is for sure. He pulls you back up to your feet and quite rudely shoves you onto the bed, pinning you down on your stomach. 

"Now, bitch, I'm going to untie you, do not fucking try to fight me. You won't win. I'm gonna get exactly what the fuck I came here for." He warns you. You groan softly, unable to help it, as you feel the holds around your wrist release. You do jerk back and try to fight but he has you pinned too well. It only takes a few more movements to get you onto your back and yank your arms up over your head where he uses the rope to tie them in place to the headboard. "Try to get out of that you sneaky bitch." 

"Let me go!" You whine loudly. 

"Go? Oh I don't think so...party is just getting started sweetheart!" He says then laughs the most evil laugh you’ve heard yet. It sends chills through your body but, it doesn’t matter. You are hot. Burning. All you want is him and he probably knows it at that point. It is why he isn’t giving it to you. He is in control and he wants to prove it. He wants to win. 

"Please...Master I-" 

"You what?" He asks, "Think I need to teach you a damn lesson. You fight back, you run away from me and you think I'm going to be fucking nice?" 

"I don't-" 

"You don't what?" He snaps back at you. "Everyone saw you there tonight, you bitch...and I'm going to make sure you remember you always remember who your real Master is. Got that shit? ANSWER!"

  "Yes sir!" You yell back instantly, mostly because his voice is jarring as hell. He makes it feel like your heart is going to leap right out of your throat. You only crave  more. 

"Good," He says, "Prepare for a night you won't soon forget, little girl." You hear him chuckle as he takes a few steps away from you. You whine loudly, a sound which only gets louder once you feel the cold metal of a blade pressing against your stomach. You shiver as he runs it over your skin. Down towards the waistband of your panties. He cuts them off roughly before pressing the flat of the blade over your clit. It is nearly enough to get you to cum but he pulls back just in time causing you to scream angrily. 

"PLEASE!" 

"You really think you deserve to cum that fast? Huh? Stupid bitch," He snarls and slaps your inner thigh. You squeal and struggle as he cuts off your bra next, crying out when he actually cuts you. Nothing too dangerous, feels only like a scratch. You moan, laying back, trying to relax but it is so hard. You didn't think you’d ever want to cum so badly in your life. "You look good like this, real good but you'd look even better with my initials carved into that pretty little body of yours." 

"W-What?" You whisper. Oddly enough, you aren’t opposed to this. At least not in the moment but will he really do it? You are aware this is a terrible idea but fuck does it turn you on and you don’t want to stop him. You refuse to stop him. Being marked like that as his? Fuck you can’t think of a better suggestion. Plus you kind of want to see if he will do it. If he is still going by the set guidelines. Only stop if you call the safe word. Well, you weren’t going to call it just wait to see what might happen.

"Yeah how about...here?" He says moving the knife right to your neck, "Huh that would probably kill you. The blood would be amazing though...let's see...." He starts to trail the knife down towards more of the center of your chest, pressing hard enough that it was definitely leaving a mark just not slicing you open. He stops when he gets above your heart. 

"Sir-" 

"Shut the FUCK up you don't get a FUCKING say in this!" He roars at you. You mewl softly but shut your mouth, your hands clench into fists above your head. This is going to hurt but fuck do you want it. Will he do it though? Will he actually do it? You hold your breath. "Yes right here above that pretty little heart of yours." After that, he doesn’t hesitate to make the first cut. You scream but he just continues. You can feel the letters as he works, the shape of it. The knife is damn sharp so it is easy enough to do. The hot blood spills out over your skin. Enough to feel it but not enough that it’s gushing either. This will scar but it certainly won’t kill you. By the time he finishes you are so stunned he had actually done it you can barely speak. Your body is completely on fire with arousal. He is going to have to do very little to make you cum after that and you know it. 

"There we go, much better. Now everyone's going to fucking know..." He snarls. There is a pause as he pills his gloves off. His fingers moving to dip into the blood and smear it down your chest over your stomach. You groaned, arching up towards his touch. "You're more of a fucking slut than I imagined." 

"Please just-" 

"What? Fuck you? Fuck you after all this shit? You think that's what you're getting? Oh no...not that easy bitch. You still gotta pay the price." He warns. "Gonna make sure you're screaming my name by the end of this, and it will only ever be my name again. Understood?" 

"Y-Yes sir." You reply breathlessly. 

"What name is that then? Huh?" He asks, slapping your cheeks roughly to get your attention, which is good because you were in such an aroused haze you can barely think. 

“Byung-hun..." 

"Damn fucking right it is." He says. You hear him take a few steps away from you, back towards the dresser before returning. "So what to do with you? Hmmm? I can see how bad you fucking wanted, I can smell it. Can't control yourself? No, no I knew that already. Little slut like you, have to watch you all the fucking time." Without any sort of warning he slaps your cunt with what feels like a riding crop he has grabbed. You squeal and twist under him before he does it again. 

"I'm sorry!" 

"No you're not but you're certainly going to be." He tells you, slapping you twice more. You scream in frustration. The slaps are enough to cause pleasure but the sting after takes away any ability for you to actually orgasm. You are right on the edge, trying to push up towards him but because of the stockings on your feet, you keep slipping. "You're just a worthless fucktoy you know, my worthless fucktoy. Say it!" He slaps your stomach with the crop. You let out a yelp. 

"I-I'm your...your fucktoy." You breathe. 

"What was that? Huh?" He demands slapping your stomach again. 

"I'M YOUR WORTHLESS FUCKTOY SIR!" You scream.   "That's right, here for my pleasure not yours not anyone else's but mine. Gonna learn that lesson tonight, gonna learn it real good." He says. He comes around the bed and unties you, making quick work of getting you back onto your knees. Not that you were even thinking about resisting him at that point. There is the sound of movement, you hear his slacks unzipping and he grabs the back of your head. "Open your fucking mouth." You do as you are told really easily and his cock is jammed in there seconds later. 

You can feel how aroused he is by this, taste it. It only fuels you more. You try to work your mouth and tongue but he has another idea. His grip tightens and he starts to shove you down on him, then pull back. Up and down, up and down, rougher and rougher. You are gagging so harshly and so loudly you can barely catch your breath. Just when you think you might panic he stops, shoving you back. Like he can sense it somehow. You take in a gasp of air and start to cough, your hands moving up to your throat. As you try to catch your breath he yanks you up and shoves you over the bed. Pulling your hands in front of you again he restrains you so you are bent over across it, at the waist. He comes around behind you and slaps your ass roughly a few times. You cry out, jerking at the harsh treatment but, only wanting more.  There is another pause and then something presses against your ass. You can feel the lube on it, and it isn’t huge. This is good cause you’d never done this before. 

"Oh God..." 

"What's that? You don't want this in your ass?" He asks, "You really think that shit matters right now?" 

"Depends on what-" 

"No...no it fucking doesn't." He cuts you off and shoves it in anyway. You scream, then moan, the moment it is in you know it is a plug. One of the smaller ones in your collection, because you hadn't really intended to use it. Even if previously you were convinced you’d hate this, at the moment it was nice. Very nice. Unexpectedly nice. Possibly because you are so damn aroused and it is some kind of penetration even if it is not the kind you want. "There we go." 

"Oh God please just fuck me!" You scream, unable to keep yourself from shaking at that point. 

"I really don't think you should be talking to Master that way if you want anything soon..." He warns you then slaps your ass again. You groan and press her cheek against the bed, closing your eyes tightly under the blindfold. He comes around so he is standing in front of you, using his hands to guide yours to his cock. You take it and start to stroke it firmly like he is attempting to show you to do. For some reason. "Feel this? Huh?" 

"Y-Yes sir..." You whisper. 

"Good, you want this? Cause you fucking did it." He growls. 

"I-I know sir...please I-" 

"You what? Hmmm?" He slapped her hands away, "You're a worthless fucktoy, aren't you?" 

"Yes...yes sir." 

"SAY IT!" 

"I'm a worthless fucktoy." You breathe.

"And who does that fucktoy belong to?" He asks like he was talking to some kind of lap dog. 

"You, Sir. I belong to you." You reply. 

"That's my good girl." He chuckles. He steps away and you can hear his footsteps walk back around the other side of the bed then behind you. Then there is silence. A lot of it. You whine and struggle wondering what the fuck he is doing. This seems to drag on for an eternity before he grabs your hips and slams into your cunt from behind. It is enough to trigger an orgasm but he starts to pound into you relentlessly. Seeming not to actually care what you are enjoying and what you aren’t. Which only makes it better. You really were a fucktoy now but you were his. "Say it bitch...say it again..." 

"I belong to…you…sir…" 

"That's fucking right! WHO FUCKING OWNS YOU?" 

"You do!!" You scream, your hands clenching into fists again trying to jerk upwards from the restraints. 

"DAMN. FUCKING. RIGHT. IT. FUCKING. IS!" He yells back, punctuating each word with a brutal slap to your ass. He grabs your hips again, tightly enough that you are pretty sure you’ll have bruises there too. "Wanna cum again? Huh? Cum for Daddy like the worthless fucktoy you fucking are?" 

"Yes-" 

"What?" 

"YES DADDY PLEASE!" You scream, slipping up as she you are unable to think clearly. He leans in closer to you, over you, a hand slipping under to get to your clit. He then literally bites into your shoulder, enough you feel the skin break in a few places. This coinciding with what his fingers are doing giving you the most intense orgasm you’d ever had in your life. You scream, bucking against him roughly, all the air leaving your lungs.

The very next thing you are aware of is him saying your name. Maybe. You heard his voice, not the sexy killer voice he'd been doing before but his actual voice. The fuck had happened? Had you blacked out? 

"Are you okay?" This time it was far more clear.

"Shit....shit I'm fine I'm fine I swear..." You managed to spit out a moment later. "Fuck...oh god I didn't ruin it for you did I?" 

"No..." He says breathlessly then you hear him laugh. The blindfold is untied from your head quickly after that. He comes around to the other side of the bed and reaches to untie you. "I uh....I mean I was paying attention but I uh...well I came right about when you did and kind of took me a moment to realize something was wrong so I mean it was great then kind of scary but not ruined." 

"Oh...good." You whisper then try to stand up and immediately collapse onto the floor since your legs are too weak. He rushes over to the other side of the bed, picking you up from the floor and pulling you into his arms easily enough. You look at him, with what you assume is the dumbest smile on your face ever.  "That was...amazing." You breathe. 

"You're sure you're okay?" He asks, looking down at you with the most loving eyes you’ve ever seen. 

"You have no idea," You whisper, "I fucking wanted that, needed it, and you delivered. You're amazing. You're sure I didn't...ruin it?" 

"No...not even a little." He says and hugs you close. You wrap your arms around his neck a bit tighter, to help him out as he carries you through the door and into the bathroom. Resting against him, your eyes started to close. That had been insane, and pretty addictive. Though it wasn't something you think you really wanted to do all the time, you don’t regret a second of it. You are pretty sure that you have found the perfect match. Hopefully you’d be able to hold onto for a long time. 

[thatbadassauthor]

Dating The Radio Demon HCS

Disclaimer: Yes, I know he is canonically asexual. These are just headcanons! Will contain NSFW,

MDNI!!

❤️ || - He won't ever admit it, but absolutely loves it when you play with his hair. It makes him a little less insecure about his deer features, since you clearly like them.

🖤 || - He is NOT afraid to tease you, or rile you up purposefully throughout the day. He's a very perceptive man, he knows exactly what you like. Yet of course he won't deny you later at night, what kind of gentleman would he be to deny his darling of their needs?

🤍 || - Switch. You can not tell me he wouldn't do either. Of course he prefers top, and would top for the first time. But after you've been dating for a few years, he'll trust you enough to take the lead. Of course whenever that happens he could easily regain it, but.. well, he'll never EVER admit it, but he loves when you top. At first he was skeptical, but it felt amazing. He's a sucker for attention, so feeling you hopelessly touch him all over, and how he can practically taste the affection in your fingers. Oh, he loves that.

❤ || - Cooks. You could be the best chef in all of Hell, but he'll still insist on cooking. It was simply how his Mama raised him, besides.. He prefers food when he knows exactly what goes in there. He trusts you, of course. It just.. he needs to know. It's just something about his twisted mind, but you accept it. There's a lot of things with him you understand you'll never be able to wrap your head around.

🖤 || - He definitely does aftercare. He needs to make sure his darling is alright after all, it's how he shows his love. If he topped he will pick you up and wash you, yet tease you if you're sore. He can't help it, he IS still a sadistic power-hungry sinner after all. But if you topped, he would prefer you to help him wash but is fine with cuddling. He definitely doesn't like staying dirty, but if you just cuddle him he won't mind. Your touch is more then enough, and he would never admit it but his body gets very clingy after sex. He isn't used to doing it after all, but he still tries to not seem too clingy.

🤍 || - He has money, no doubt. Only the fanciest restaurants for dates, those and speakeasies. Specifically the ones without Mimzy, he'd prefer her not pining for his attention while out with his darling. Wherever you want to go, he'll go. Want to go to the newest place in Pentagram City? He's already got a reservation. Want that beautiful new dress you eyed the other day? Check your drawer.

❤ || - Loves to absolutely adore you, no matter where. Your attention for his pampering? Now that sounds like the most enticing deal he's heard all day.

🖤 || - Would he cheat? No. Moving on. Seriously though, it already surprised him how you managed to catch his attention, he's not an easy sinner to woe. His heart unfortunately is all yours to use how you please, something that both worries and excites him. If something were to ever happen to you, he still wouldn't be able to ever love again.

🤍 || - Isn't the biggest fan of PDA. Holding holding, kissing your hand, and perhaps little face pecks is all. In private, his body is yours to use. Yet in public, he won't let you go too far. He still has a reputation to uphold, after all.

❤ || - Hah, no one can resist The Radio Demon, not even you. Obviously. Yet he's glad you did, you showed him someone can care for him down here. He acts like he doesn't want it, doesn't need to be looked after. But maybe one day he'll put aside his pride and thank you. Thank you for looking over him from fully losing his sanity. Thank you..

for caring.

Even when he didn't ask you to.

[greensaplinggrace]

does anybody else think about how all of the darkling’s survival techniques were taught to him by a woman experienced at surviving in a man’s world?

[planetsnakes]

Honestly we needed to actually see his character motivations a bit more... I'm doing an unprompted character analysis

We all know Uther is willing to overlook magic if it serves his purposes (see imprisoning the dragon or saving Morgana) so it makes sense that Guias would be spared if he served Uther's purposes and maybe promised to give magic up. It's also implied Guias was on the significantly less powerful end compared to others in court (like his one love interest, or morgana's mother).

I get the impression him and Uther's relationship is meant to parallel Merlin and Arthur's given how Uther treats Guias and has literally no other close friends. I imagine that they were close and then when Uther decided to kill anyone who has magic or spoke up and say hey maybe mass genocide isn't the answer Guias decided to survive by not speaking up, by letting people die and only risking it for people he valued or when it's safe.

Merlin's Dad is very much a Guias supporter because Guias helped him and people like him, implying Guias used his position of trust to actually help people but Kilgarrah talks about how Guias stood aside and let his kin die which, yk, asshole move there.

Yet Guias is alive and in court. He has the position to save people (he saved Merlin when he first came to Camalot and broke his one love interest outta jail). He didn't get to stay so close to the king by trusting everyone or not turning people in. He knows never to trust the royal family (I mean it was Arthur's job to kill magicians as soon as he came of age, perhaps he even inadvertently killed some of Guias' friends). He's even convinced himself that it's worth it, that Other deserves to live. He begs Kilgarrah in one episode to save Other because Arthur isn't ready. Really? This man has to believe that it's all worth it. He has to believe that what Uther chose was right because otherwise all this death and carnage and loss was for nothing, otherwise he's serving a tyrant for nothing.

You see this in Merlin too. Merlin tells Arthur to kill Mordrid. Merlin Stands back and lets people die when Uther cracks down on magic (we know this because we see him save one woman when he wants to find out where the druids are) Merlin follows Arthur and makes the decision to kill and kill and kill people with magic to the point he has to rationalize that as it was worth it. That Arthur is worth it and he didn't just do it for his own survival (not even Merlin .

Guias sucked but he sucked because he was applying (and teaching Merlin) survival skills from an era we don't see. I mean I love him because he's our only link to that past and tbh he could have done something more with it but as a character you see him doing his best. He's trying to take care of Merlin and at points even manages to put Merlin's needs above Uther's needs. He's trying to help Merlin complete this destiny he doesn't understand but could be his redemption for all the people that he let die just for having magic (obviously after Uther has died of natural causes tho they're still friends). He doesn't know wtf is going on he's just trying his best

Kilgarrah on the other hand is old enough to know better and can rot in hell for all I care he literally was like "oh Merlin hatch the baby dragon i want friends" and then abandons aithusa immediately and lets aithusa grow up in a fucking well. He could have at any point not been a self serving asshole. "

do you also have a deep hate for Gaius?

Honestly, if Gaius had kept his fucking mouth shut, Merlin would have told both Morgana and Arthur about his magic, and things would have gone so differently.

I find Gaius an interesting character because he does obviously care for Merlin...but after constantly scolding him for being too loose with his magic, every episode is like, 'Listen, Merlin, you're going to have to do magic right in front of the king to save us all, there's no other choice.' He's friends with the guy who genocided his people, but it's ok because Gaius is one of the Good Ones so he got to live. He keeps Merlin isolated by constantly warning him not to trust anyone, especially Arthur, the guy who is supposedly going to be the king who brings change to Camelot by being a better and more compassionate ruler than Uther (but he has to be kept in the dark about everything and can't be trusted to not blindly kill his best friend even though he's shown many times that he doubts the 'magic is always evil and only done by the most evilest of all the evil people' rhetoric and will disobey his father if Merlin’s life is at risk).

I don't hate him, because, like I said, I find him an interesting character, but I do think he bears a large part of responsibility for what happened, and Merlin, quite frankly, should have told him to pound sand up his ass.

[timetravelstudies]

This got long and annoying so its under a cut now

The way in the fight w the museum director insul gets the same big injuries he has given trianon (so far), aand particularly the ones that T thinks back on often as specific sources of fear/humiliation/control (pepper sprayed in the eyes; kicked in the balls; choked with smth small and thin ((wire / car window)))….. im too tired to formulate a proper Thought abt this but the fact this all happens right in front of tjat one painting of dante & virgil in hell + insul and the director are in the exact same pose right as insul is about to die* is obviously so meant to evoke the idea of contrappasso….. at this stage trianon isnt “””strong””” enough (doesnt understand Insul enough and most importantly doesnt fully inhabit himself and his own strengths) to be able to pay back Insul’s violence (as he does later, though not in such a literal way anymore) so tje director will do for now🥰 bc they both need to descend into hell they both need to be subject to physical and psychological violence in order to strip down layers……. so its cool how the director serves that purpose for this phase 1 both in story for insul himself (who eats shit in this fight) and also as a sort of alert for the reader like make no mistake they are BOTH gonna get put thru the ringer. even the top has to wade through cocytus! or smth

[slymanner]

Look all I'm saying is if that a shadow game can work THAT well and be so well designed story wise and gameplay wise

HE can work

[silentsockfeet]

with the obvious addendum that act 3 isn’t out yet and we can’t form true opinions until the show’s officially done, i’m still really feeling like it could have maybe benefited from a third season. they’re hitting all the right plot points and those moments are full of really intense emotion, but everything in the middle feels so underwhelming in comparison and so much of it still feels rushed to me. idk

[mutatedtruth]

Oh wow.

Have you heard about the "transandrophobia" discourse, or the baeddels?

Because I think they leaned heavily into this strategy.

When I used to be trans, I tried to play along with baeddel ideologues because they always were claiming their side is "the right side" and anyone who disagrees with them obviously just hates trans women, only wants trans women to shut up and be submissive, never tell their own side of the story. So if you tell these specific people that you disagree with them, they'll call you a misogynist. They conflate "transmisogyny" with misogyny, the perpetrators of both as the same. and so they use this fear as a way to control teenage girls, telling them that they're just as bad as misogynist men if they disagree with a trans woman.

Then they claim to feel "threatened" by afab trans people, they claim that "afabs hold power over them, even if they don't identify as trans men they are still analogous to men.... by virtue of... not being born male, and identifying as nonbinary or whatev."

(Not as if males and females are each raised to view the ideas of "men" and "women" differently, and so when a female says she wants to be recognised as a male in society, she typically means something different from a male saying he wants to be "recognised" as a male in society. [i.e. he wants a wife to serve him and make him "feel like a man", while the girl wants to be free to pursue her own interests without the fear or restriction unfairly put on females.] Although if this is pointed out to her, she may change her original reasoning to better blend in with males, so she isn't singled out as a "wussy little woman trying to play with the big boys".

Not as if patriarchy has any kind of biological component, nosiree not like it has anything to do with using female people as baby-slaves. But it's not like any of these males would take the time to try to empathise with the real perspective of a female person, when they're so deadset on trying to convince themselves they were female all along)

(Studies show that FtMs experience rape and domestic violence at slightly higher rates than MtFs, and the same level of violent hate crime.)

10 years ago, I hadn't read any radfem theory at all. But now I have spent a lot of time doing that. and I recognise now, the way that the baeddels talk about TIFs is exactly how radfems talk about TIMs. They repeat the same fears textbook, exactly. I think that they find a sort of psychological release in subjecting a female person to the treatment they receive on account of being male. Their desire is to turn the world upside down. They resent women for forming groups without them, so they turn on the female people in trans groups (especially because they're more likely to be mentally ill or suggestible; less likely to fight back against someone who they wholeheartedly want to see as a trans woman, a comrade, a revolutionary). A woman who isn't invested in trans politics can tell this dick to fuck off with no guilt, but a trans-identified girl feels a pressure. If she leans back on her original sex, then she's "not committed to being trans enough", thus no one will respect her gender identity, especially not trans women.

This is their loophole they've found for incel tactics. They love accusing TIFs of being MRAs and incels, and all the worst things associated with actual biological males, and the TIFs are put in a double-bind where their only options for retaliation are to "say something 'transphobic' (insinuate these beautiful stunning brave trans women were not always female)" or "go full 'MRA' larp and talk about how much they hate 'TIRFs' (the mtf version of terfs) and how hating men is bad".

(These males love the second one. It plays by their rules, and it only adds layers to the confusion and chaos, it makes to look like they have a real opposition, as if ftms really are in league with misogynistic men.)

Well, if you choose to acquiesce to the demands put on you instead of argue, then you get the privileged role of "TME" where you can harass other females with abandon, on behalf of your bepenised overlords. and if anyone tells you that you're wrong you can always rest easy in the knowledge that some guy with a dick told you this is the correct opinion for you to have.

I believe the transandrophobia discourse started as a way for TIFs to talk about how they specifically face harassment for being ftm (or gnc & female). It just astounds me how this whole debacle replacates male/female social power dynamics, even when people are publically identifying themselves as the opposite. The males don't want the female people to have a word to describe themselves, to differentiate themselves from the males, to talk about their own experiences. The males want their own suffering to stand acknowledged as the worst possible thing, that no possible female could ever dream of understanding this level of complexity. They steal so much shit from radfems because they are jealous, the same way they copy their female crushes, how they try to skinwalk their sisters. They want to be in the "girls only club" but it's no fun to be included as an exotic special visitor. The only part of a "girls only club" that they're truly familiar with is the fact that they're excluded from it, and the kindergarten misandrist insults that were leveled at them. So they create their own club of crossdressing men so they can bully crossdressing women. They want peurile revenge.

(Autogynephile was called out in late 2014 for raping another MtF transsexual person while holding a knife to their throat)

There is not a deep truth behind their ideology. They just pretend to have a good reason so that people are too distracted by the politics to tell them to fuck off.

I was on tumblr in 2013-2014 and I saw the first wave of baeddels in real time. These posts were documented on baeddel-txt. (Archive link to 2022, because that period of posting quickly shows that there were many different people involved in this community. Plus I think that over time the txt blog became more about the owner's personal politics rather than a cut&dry documentation of the baeddels.)

TRAs love to say that terfs are bioessentialist, terfs are violent, terfs are fascists who are silencing people, terfs are perverted, terfs are nazis. And it’s complete projection. They’re bioessentialist. They’re violent. They’re silencing people. They’re perverted. Their gender ideology is born from actual fascism - The Nazi sex change experiments, Iran’s forced sex changes, American gay conversion therapy.

So why are they doing this?

This is actually a well-known propaganda tactic - Accusing your enemy of what you yourself are doing.

Deflect attention from yourself by calling your enemy a liar and accusing her of the things she rightly accuses you of. This confuses people. And so if you’re the one who holds more social power - Which trans people currently do in liberal circles - Other people will believe that you’re the one in the right.