#like obviously the window thing was not intentional at all but what the actual fuck!!!!!!

[strideofpride]

the chip ‘n blair house apparently hit the market yesterday. chair in their divorce era confirmed 😌

https://www.curbed.com/2023/05/miranda-priestly-devil-wears-prada-house-nyc-is-for-sale.html

Okay first of all, this was always in their cards. Like they were divorced before they were even married, you know? Cyrus is thrilled though, he can't wait to get that motherfucker out of her life.

Second of all, feeling some type of way about the fact that Blair designed her new bathroom to look almost identical to her old bathroom.

Something something you can never escape something something time is a flat circle something something cycles repeat etc etc

[massiveharmonytiger]

So I was rewatching Saltburn and I had an epiphany!

Farleigh is in love with Oliver.

Like, embarrassingly, stupidly, head over heels.

I mean, I knew he had a thing for Ollie, with the jealously telling Felix about him and Venetia, the Richard III would put in the work line followed by him being completely disarmed when Oliver suggests that he fucks him, and then the actual Oliver seducing him scene, but I only just realized the extent of it and how far back it goes.

First of all, Farleigh notices Oliver before Oliver sees Felix for the first time.

Yes, I got the script because I'm complete Saltburn trash at this point. So when Farleigh is introduced, the script describes him as beautiful and pansexual, walking among a group of alpha hotties. So in the film, he's with two hotties, a guy and a girl. He has his pick. There's no reason for him to point out Oliver or what he's wearing to them, unless he's trying to impress them, but why would Farleigh Start need to impress them? He's already the centre of that group. Sure the script also describes him as an imp with a cruel streak, but after rewatching I feel like that's a blatant misdirection. I mean, he got expelled for sucking off teachers. Nerdy prep is exactly his type.

He says, "Hey cool jacket," to Oliver. If you interpret that line as being delivered by the beautiful and pansexual Farleigh Start, not the impish and cruel Farleigh Start, it's pretty much a come on. I'm mixed race like Farleigh and it kind of reminds me of those back-handed compliments white people give you when they think you're hot or cute 'for a brown person.' It's kind of hilarious to see it subverted like this, but obviously Oliver is less amused. Why would he interpret it as anything other than more bullying? Which it kind of is, so fair enough. But it's the kind of bullying people do when they get a crush they don't know how to handle. A little boy pulling on a girls pigtails. And it's obviously worked for Farleigh before. Why would he need to try any harder than that?

After Farleigh's comment, Oliver sees Felix for the first time. Farleigh is also there, but Oliver's already smitten and doesn't really notice him beyond, "Oh, it's that jerk from earlier and he's next to Felix, where I should be." Then you get a few other bits that wreck me. Oliver ducking from the window when Felix looks up, Oliver trying to sit at Felix (and Farleigh)'s table at the mess hall, but being unable to, Michael causing the disruption, but it doesn't even interrupt Felix and Farleigh's conversation. (Which ties in nicely to my theory of how the original Oliver wouldn't have gotten Felix's attention even if he screamed, he had to mold himself into what Felix wanted just to get noticed, but one theory at a time).

Next up, we have the tutor session that Farleigh is late for. Before Farleigh gets there, Oliver is humiliated and belittled for completing the reading list, which dooms Farleigh even more when he shows up and the tutor starts fawning over him. Oliver doesn't know Farleigh and Felix are cousins yet. He's just the guy that was snide to Oliver when he first got there. The guy at Felix's side that Oliver keeps measuring himself against. So yeah, Oliver is pissed off before Farleigh gets there and that cute little knee touch isn't going to change anything.

Yes, Farleigh, I also count the amount of times my crush uses a word in their essay despite still being hungover from last night's party, just so that I have something to talk to him about… Oh wait, no, that's just you.

The way he looks up at Oliver with those big brown doe eyes when he says, "I counted". The way he keeps looking up to gauge his reaction to all his comments. The way he's looking at him, period.

And Oliver doesn't fall for his cuteness and charm because he's just convinced that the intent behind his words is malicious. Poor Farleigh. He must have been so confused. People usually fold but here's this guy, meeting him blow for blow. He's never had to "put in the work" like this. What the hell.

The tutor sessions with Oliver and Farleigh (where Farleigh is framed lower than Oliver) actually serve as a nice parallel to a lot of the scenes where Oliver and Felix are together (and Oliver is framed lower than Felix). We don't really see that when Farleigh and Felix are together. They're usually at a similar height in those scenes.

Then we have the scene in the bar where Felix calls Oliver over and Farleigh has that panicked, "Oh shit, my crush is here," look on his face before it settles into resignation as he realizes Oliver is, "another one of Felix's toys". Finally the mystery is solved. This is why Oliver didn't fall for his charms at the tutor sessions.

So, Oliver prefers Felix to him, huh. That's just fine. He'll deal with the rejection by giving Oliver a hard time about buying the next round. That should push him away from Felix…oh shit, it brings them closer together. And now he looks like the douchebag.

Then there's this bit where Farleigh is looking at Oliver and Felix (mostly Oliver, the prior shot establishes which side of the room he's on, which happens to be where Farleigh's looking) and his party hat horns mirror the minotaur/how Oliver looked when he confessed his love to Felix later on. Oliver, you need to see how much Farleigh fucking loves you. Look at him, Ollie. Just look at him. (He can't, he's too busy looking at Felix)

Anything to get Oliver to notice him. Anything.

Cut to Oliver's arrival at Saltburn, where Oliver joins the rest of them in the library and Farleigh loudly cuts off Elspeth gossiping about Oliver and his parents because hearing, "We were just talking about you" would be better than hearing whatever was going to come out of Elspeth's mouth next. And I mean, he's already the asshole. This is actually so sweet.

And we all remember this scene. This clearly made his day.

But then we get the encounter with Venetia and Felix and Farleigh both being equally pissed at the breakfast table. And yeah, everything goes downhill from there. It's the reason Oliver seduces him and gets him thrown out for what's literally just another desperate attempt to drive a wedge between Oliver and Felix.

No, Oliver, he's not going to behave. God, yes. Don't stop.

Farleigh was down so bad he literally got honeytrapped and framed. Twice.

Between Felix, Oliver and Farleigh, there are really no winners. They really all got wrecked by love, huh.

[tryingtofindava]

eyeless jack dating headcanons pls :)

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

: ̗̀➛Back to source

He broke into your apartment with the intentions of harvesting your organs.

When he held the scalpel to your hip, and you began to stir awake. Mf froze.

Oh shit.

“What the fuck?”

Now bro only kills to eat, and when he does, he make sure it’s as painless for the victim as possible (unless he’s in a frenzy).

And That so called victim being awake? That just makes it 100x harder to get the task done.

And when you wake up to see a 6’6 man with an oddly terrifying blue mask holding a scalpel to your hip?

You (rightfully) freak tf out.

He’s not a sadist like some ppl… (cough Jeff Cough) So he probably awkwardly retreated back out to your window.

Anywayssss.

To the actual dating headcanons now.

You guys probably had a longgggggg ass slow burn. (not the only thing that’s long…)

The two of you definitely acted like a couple, before you were ACTUALLY a couple iykwim.

You find it so cool that your bfs a demon. He doesn’t really understand your excitement about it, since it’s literally a curse for him.

This boy is a walking furnace, he’s so cozy. So lots of winter cuddle sessions. Also perfect for when you on your period.

He purrs in his sleep. You can’t change my mind. You guys be cuddling on the couch all cute n’ shit and then there’s this soft buzzing sound… You crack open your eyes to look at him. His head on your lap as he naps.

“Babe… Are you purring?”

You asked with the biggest grin ever.

“…No.”

He likes when you read to him, he struggles to see (ik ik, he’s eyeless n shit, but I like to think he can still see, it’s js rlly rlly blurry or he has that heat vision where he can see body temps.) So when you can’t read to him, he just listens to audio books.

He’s a gentle giant towards you, y’all literally so cute. AND A GENTLEMAN🤭 he’s the whole damn package (minus the whole… cannibal eating ppl thing.)

He has animalistic like senses. So he can hear, and smell very well. So he can smell when you change your perfume or shampoo.

Imagine him leaning down to hug you (since you’re prob shorter than this tall ahh mf, nah seriously use the Hikaku sitatter site) and his face is buried in the crook of your neck. He’ll say shit like-

“Did you change you’re perfume to Miss Dior Eau De Parfum 30ml?”

“Wha-“

When he started getting comfortable taking his mask off around you, everytime he does you call him ‘Pretty boy’ 🤭.

HE WILL FOLD. Partially bcs he likes getting praised. Partially bcs he’s not a fan of the whole demon look.

His morning voice is literally so sexy help. Frothing at the mouth, on my knees barking.

Yk when you have like a sore head, and then you ask Google what’s up and Google’s all like ‘lol bitch you’re gonna die.’ You ask him about it obviously freaked out and he had to reassure your fine.

Walks in the rain at like 4am.

Every time he sees you, he’ll give you a quick forehead kiss.

Pls pls pls pls pls pls pls, I’m begging you. On my knees and begging for you to not look inside his mini fridge he has sitting in your storage room. Thank u.

He’s got some pretty gnarly things in there. Just be thankful he has the decency to not cross contaminate that shit with your food.

You guys slow dance in the kitchen to Mitski. He spins you around and all that cute shit.

He’s overprotective of you, and when you do get him to come out in public with you, he will growl at anyone that gets a little too close for his likings.

Wearing his hoodie<3. It just makes his dead heart happy.

SASSY MAN APOCALYPSE‼️💯💥

He may seem all quiet and sweet. But he’s sassy af. This. Dude. Has. Attitude.

When you’re telling him to do something in a tone, he’ll mouth you’re words with his hands.

When you guys are cuddling in your bed at night, he’ll randomly nibble on your neck to shoulder. He has sharp ass teeth so it’s a bit nippy, but he makes sure to be extra careful to not draw blood.

He smothers you when you’re under the weather. He’s literally so sweet omfg.

When you guys argue which is like 10% of the time, it takes awhile for him to get agitated. But even when he does he will NEVER raise his hands to you. Other than that he keeps calm.

He will though, get a bit mean, he probably doesn’t mean what he says it’s just a defence mechanism.

He makes it up to you with a cute little gift basket (he stole it.)

Y’all have probably kissed, and he still had the taste of blood in his mouth from eating someone’s kidneys<3

He can’t steal your organs but he can deffo rearrange them ;)

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

[ineffable-suffering]

I'm back with another Good Omens meta in which I'm gonna scream about This Shot now because otherwise I might go insane:

Everything. Every single thing about this shot is so telling and painful and perfect. So, let's break it down before I loose my blessed mind.

LIGHTING

Notice the very obvious, massive ray of light shining in from the top right corner? At first glance, it might seem like it's coming from the window but really, the angle is completely off, the outside is way gloomier than the inside and it seems like it's actually coming from the skylight. The literal one and, mayhaps, also the metaphorical Heavenly one? *winks at you with both eyes*

PLACEMENT

In addition to the source of the Mysterious Ray Of Light being quite the obvious reference to Heaven: it also shines directly onto the heavenly array in the bookshop. The very array Aziraphale used to try and talk to God in S1. And who is standing in the dead middle of it? That's right. The fucking Metatron. Just like all the way back before the End of the World. Appearing to Aziraphale albeit not being called upon. Parallel much?

Aziraphale on the other hand, is not even close to being in the middle of it. Neither the array nor the ray of light. He's standing at the very edge of it, still distraught down to his angelic bones, completely cast into the shade. Despite being the one closer to the camera (= us, the audience), he still draws our eyes in less than the Metatron. It gives us a very clear image of which one of the two of them is currently dominating the shot and also the conversation.

The bookshop is Aziraphale's space, the most Aziraphale space there is. And yet, he's not the one currently owning it. The Metatron's presence is almost making this feel claustrophobic. If we were to draw a line right down the middle of the shot, both him and Aziraphale are crammed into the left side of the picture. Just like in so many shots with Aziraphale and the other (arch)angels, it feels like his space is being invaded, he's beeing crowded against a metaphorical wall, squeezed out of his own comfort zone.

Because that's exactly what the Metatron is doing here, isn't it? It's what Heaven has always done to Aziraphale. Get up all in his business when he leasts wants them to, with nothing but bad intentions and arrogant distain, masked under the hood of feigned corporate politeness. ("You.. you– bad angels!")

BONUS: CROWLEY'S ABSENCE PRESENCE

As we all know, Crowley has already left the bookshop after The K*ss. And he's clearly the missing half to this shot. The Metatron is crowding Aziraphale away from him, away from the door and the window that lead and look outside of the bookshop. Where Crowley is. Where freedom is. Just this once, the bookshop is actually not at all where Aziraphale wants to be. But he's being kept in there by the Metatron, because the choice was never his.

So, we have our clear image: The Metatron backing Aziraphale away from his freedom and what he wants – the metaphorical and literal "right" side (of the shot). And what do we see in the background, on that very right side? The horse statue Crowley always puts his sunglasses on. Look at her, there she is:

In S2E1, right when Crowley and Aziraphale get back from Nina's café to the bookshop (with the damn Eccles cakes), he puts his sunglasses very obviously atop the horse statue ...

... and then takes them again when leaving the bookshop.

It literally gets its own close up shot. It tells us: Crowley feels safe in the bookshop. Crowley feels safe with Aziraphale. This is his home just as much as it is the angel's. And I don't have to tell you about the metaphore of him putting the glasses back on once he realizes he has lost Aziraphale to Heaven. (In addition, I categorically refuse to talk about the way Aziraphale looks at him when he does it.)

So, the horse statue being on this side of the shot –– the side that Aziraphale actually so desperately wants to be on right now (their own side) but is being kept from –– is just beyond symbolical.

Because just like the statue representing him, Crowley is still there. He's waiting. Right outside the shop, by the Bentley. He's there. He'll always be there. He just can't come with this time. Not to Heaven. Not after how he just laid himself bare after 6000 years of wearing his bloody metaphorical sunglasses like a battle armour, and was left hanging just like his shades on the god damn horse statue.

Literally me right now:

[littlekohai77]

Muse Dating headcanons

{𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. }

:𝟶 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 :𝟹

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR BALD JIWOO IS GONNA COME FOR YOU, NSFW content, combining two requests, edging, overstimulation, muse being a tease, squirting.

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🅼🆄🆂🅴:

🅂🄵🅆:

He definitely chugs down 'respect women juice' every morning at 5 am religiously.

I mean, his mentor is a woman so she's bound to teach him how to treat a lady.

His attraction towards you is something he is aware of but refuses to acknowledge. Not wanting to tangle you up in his mess or just because he fear that from then on he won't ever be able to keep a straight face in front of you.

But his mentor, Supri Baster obviously catches onto what he's hiding.

It's not obvious. The signs are so small. Like the little quirk at the corner of his lips wherever he catches sight of you. The little momentary pause in whatever he's doing as you walk by. The way he seems to talk a little more than necessary whenever conversing with you. The way he's a little distracted whenever you're around.

They're little signs. Almost invisible but as his mentor, nothing can go unnoticed by her.

She makes sure to give him a little talk. Nudging him to actually make a move instead of following after you like some lovesick puppy.

So treat her with respect and treat her well.

Anyway now to the established relationship part.

He's the finest gentleman in all the lands.

If there's anything bothering you, he's ready to help but also knows when to back off and let you fight your own battles.

He's just the right amount of protective. Always talking note of your safety. Asking you if that person's actions or comments are genuinely bothering you and if you want him to do something about it.

Of course he's sheathing in anger, infuriated and over come with a desire to crush their skulls in. But what matters to him more, is what you want. You're the one being subjected to their torment after all, so it's only up to you to decide.

You get the point. He respects your choices and decisions no matter if he thinks you're being too merciful. He will make suggestions but that's as far as he'll go.

Although if said decision involves your safety, that respect for your wishes partially gets thrown out the window. He loves you and wants to live. Is that so hard to understand? He'll cry and beg on his knees if that's what if takes for you to understand.

He's an ogle-r. He stares when you apply lipstick/lip balm to your lips, watches intently as you smack your lips together and then starts to feel dizzy cause you're literally so fucking pretty.

The best way to apply chapstick in his opinion, is by kissing you.

He's so sweet it's literally making your teeth rot.

He gives you compliments a lot on the daily.

His love language mostly consists of words of affirmation and acts of service.

He always keeps his words. If he promises something to you, it's going to happen no matter how unrealistic or bizarrely impossible it might sound.

And if you do the same, prove through your actions that you do care about him and keep your word, he'll be head over heels for you. ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

He's also a copycat. Falling under the common phenomenon among couples. He copies your unique phrases, your walking speed, your music taste etc.

One thing he's especially mindful of is to always walk behind or beside you, never ahead of you as this always helps him keep an eye of you.

Dates with him consist of a healthy balance of shopping sprees, fine dining and domestic activities.

🄽🅂🄵🅆:

He gives off major service Dom vibes. But he's not boring! He doesn't just simply do whatever you ask for like a servent. Oh no no~

Remember, he's the one in control here. He's the one knuckle deep in your sweet cunny.

Be mindful of what you say to him.

If you're uptight, he's going to have a lot of fun breaking you.

He's going to make you utter every dirty desire in that sweet little heart of yours. Make you voice everything you want him to do to you. Every detail. How you want him to hold you. How you want him to sink his teeth into you like you're his prey. How you want him to shove another one of his fingers in. How you want him to fuck his fingers into you faster. How you can't take it anymore. How it's all too much for you. How you don't want him to stop.

He's evil in the way he stops just as you're tethering on the edge of falling apart, the coil in your lower tummy getting so tight that it's about to burst.

He's got the tongue of a serpent. Cooing at you, telling you that he'll let you come this time as he rubs in slow deliberate circles on your little twitching nub. You know he's lying and yet you fall for it every time.

He holds your cute little face in his hands as he licks your fat tears off your blushy cheeks, bullying his cock into your abused pussy as you keep sobbing and begging him to finally, to just please let you come.

And let you come he does. He doesn't stop until all you can remember is his name. Until you're babbling incoherent half sentences, cross-eyed and oh so pretty. He doesn't relent until you've drenched his torso, thighs and the sheets under you in your release.

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𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.. . 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. :)

[yeetus-feetus]

so I had this random idea.

You know how Jason helps kids in Crime Alley? What if he like save a tiny little baby but it's parents were killed and are currently bleeding out on the sidewalk and Jason is silently freaking out because what the fuck does he do with this baby. Look he's generally good with kids, but babies? Nope.

Let's say he goes to Dick for help (because he's not asking Bruce for anything) because this baby is screaming it fucking lungs out and Dick is obviously great with this baby because he already has a kid of his own (Mar'i). So Dick's able to calm the baby and shush it and makes all this stupid baby sounds at it until it's happy again.

And he's telling Jason he should adopt the kid, and Jason's like "no way. Not happening." Because his job is dangerous and he doesn't have time for a baby, even if it's a really cute baby and the Gotham foster system is absolute shit and he's worrying himself just thinking about leaving this defenseless little thing in the hands of just anyone.

But then Dick hands the baby back to Jason so he can duck out to get baby formula and, and Jason's shirtless now because his clothes were soaked with blood, and this tiny baby tries to fucking latch on to his tit😂 and Jason gets these wide eyes and just looks at Dick. "It thinks I'm it's mum, what do I do!?"

And Dick just grins. "Be it's mum dude" he laughs and dips out the window.

And Jason is left with this baby looking up at him with equally wide eyes. And it's kinda reminiscent of when he first met Damian during his time with the league, the way he stared up at Jason intently while he read to him.

And now Jason knows what to do.

When Dick gets back with enough baby things to last them at least a few days, he finds Jason reading Shakespeare to the little baby cradle against his chest. The baby is half asleep, like Jason's rumbly voice is sending it off to sleep, but it doesn't want to close it's eyes just yet, doesn't want to look away from it's new protector for even a second.

Because that's what Jason becomes, no matter how much he tries to deny at first, he ends up raising that kid. With lots of help from other heroes he actually trusts with the kid (Jason is the most overprotective mama bear you've ever seen. Not in a funny way, he actually gets really scary.)

This means Bruce doesn't even know about it. Like at all. Not for a long time at least. It also means Jason mellows out a bit and spends more time with Dick, Kory and Roy (the only ones he trusts to leave the kid with).

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙳𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝚁���𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴

➛ yandere!tokito twins x fem!reader

CHAPTER TWO ━ JEALOUSY ?

❝ try not to be obsessed, I fucked up oh girl I know ❞

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6:24 AM

Muichiro's lips curved into a soft smile. His index finger still caressing your flushed face. Yuichiro on the other hand, is now sitting in the vacant seat behind you both.

"Stop doing that, Mu-mu." Yuichiro snickers, "You can obviously tell she's uncomfortable." The older twin gets on his knees and leans over the back cushions of our chairs.

Muichiro snatches his hand away from your red face and he himself actually starts blushing.

"I told you to stop fucking calling me that, you idiot!!"

A smile forms on your (s/c) face, "Mu-mu? That's so cute!" You gushed, teasing the younger twin.

His turquoise gaze hardened at you, "Stop! That's- it's not funny!"

"It kinda is." You laughed.

He stammers for a few seconds before pointing to his brother, "Well why don't you call this fucker Yu-yu!?"

"Don't start that shit, Muichi-"

"—Can you guys leave now?" You suddenly asked, "You've expressed your feelings and shit, now leave me alone?" You groaned.

"Hmm... no." Yuichiro smugly snickered.

"You're cute when you get pissed off." He starts messing with your hair from above, a small smile on his face. I rare sight to see from Yuichiro Tokito.

"And it's funny." He made sure to add.

"You're so fucking..." you mumbled the rest under your breath

"What? Hot?" He smirks, "No need to remind me, Ms. L/n."

You groan in frustration at his ego.

His fingers continued to softly play with your hair. His face was intently staring down at you, eyes filled with care and affection.

On the other hand, you were too flustered to ask him to stop. He wasn't exactly doing anything wrong, but you just froze in embarrassment.

Muichiro took note of your red face and his brother touching you, "Stop touching her or I'll cut your fucking hands off, Yui."

He said, his voice dripping with jealousy.

So much that you thought he would actually start chopping off his older brothers hands right then and there.

You pulled your head away from Yuichiro, "Actually stop."

"Oh, so I can't touch her hair but you can touch her beautiful face? Double standards go crazy." He rolls his eyes at Muichiro who was now attentively staring at you.

"Hey, dude, are you listening?" Yuichiro waved his hand in his little brothers face.

Blinking a few times, Muichiro glanced at Yuichiro, "What? I never listen to you yap."

Turning back to you, he asks, "so what's your problem?"

You zoned out and forgot they were even there.

"What?"

They both stare at you blankly for a few seconds before Muichiro spoke up.

"What's your problem? Why do you hate us so much, pretty girl?"

"You're both so fucking annoying, that's why." You rolled your eyes at them before turning back towards the window.

"And what's with all the nicknames?" You add on.

"That's just our thing I guess!" Yuichiro laughs, "Just like Mu-mu over here!!"

"Stop calling me that you Jack-ass!!" Muichiro slaps his arm. Yuichiro just laughs louder.

"Is all you two do is argue?" You sighed again, "I don't see why girls find you both so hot." You rested your face in your hand.

"So what?" They both turned to you, turquoise eyes of interest and curiosity gazing into yours.

"You didn't know? Well yesterday was your first day..."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait wait," Yuichiro repeats while waving his hands.

"Girls actually think we're what?" He glances down at Muichiro.

"Leave it alone, Yuichiro. You are not getting a girlfriend this year." Muichiro crosses his arms.

"Uh, yes I am." He scoffed. "Her name is Y/n Tokito and she's sitting right next to you. Where I, her future boyfriend, should be sitting."

Muichrio turned to look at you. You looked around as well, "Why are you guys looking at me because I know damn well it's not me."

"She's right." Mui nods, "Y/n's too good for you."

He sighs, full of disappointment that his brother would even ever think of something such as that.

"Muichiro saying something smart for once!?" You mockingly gasped.

"As if you're any better. I bet you don't even remember our homeroom's name." Yuichiro rested his crossed arms on the back of our seats.

"Yes I do!! It's Tomioka-" before he could finish his sentence the bus stopped and students started to walk out.

You immediately grabbed your backpack and walked into the crowd, leaving Muichiro and Yuichiro behind. Hopefully they lost you.

—

As you where walking to your first class of the day, you remembered that you sat next to the twins.

fuck, You thought.

In the hallway, you spotted Inosuke and your friend Aoi talking. You didn't care about what they where yapping about so you decided to interrupt.

"Actually help me." You grabbed onto her arm and hid behind her frame.

"Ah!" She yelps in surprise from the sudden contact.

"Y/n? What's wrong!?" She shouts.

"And let go of me!!"

You let go of her. "I- it's the twins! They're-"

"The Tokito twins!?" She gasps.

"The what twins?" Inosuke butts in, "What the hell are we talkin' about!?"

"Wait a second, Ino." She puts a hand up to his face. "They're talking to you!?" She gasps.

"A little too much actually, it's getting on my fucking nerves!!" You groaned, she doesn't see a problem.

To her, two hot, popular twin boys were giving her best friend attention.

"Wait, wait, the Taco Twins? They make Tacos or some shit?" Inosuke asks, trying to get some sort of understanding.

"It's TO-KI-TO." Aoi hits his arm, "You've never heard of them!? They're on the news all the time!!"

"You know good and damn well I don't watch the news, Aoi." He crosses his arms.

"Nevermind him," you put a hand up to his girlish face, "just please save me from-"

"Save you from what?~" you heard smug a voice from behind you.

"Or who?" Another, softer, voice adds.

You yelped as you turned around. "Oh my gosh!! Y/nnn!!" Aoi shakes you while giggling like crazy.

Inosuke looked at her like she was a madwoman.

You start to loose balance, "Hey- Hey!! Stop."

She stops shaking you and stands next to you with a sly smirk on her face as she glances from the boys and back to you.

"Oh, these are the twins you guys were talkin' about. I know them." Inosuke crosses his arms.

"Why did you run away earlier, Y/n? You don't like us or some-" Yuichiro was cut off by you.

"—Yes, I don't" you rolled your eyes.

"Ha, that was quick" Muichiro snickers.

Aoi slaps your arm as a way to tell you to shut up but you didn't care.

"Loser, she would never like your ass back." Muichiro laughed at his older brother as if he himself didn't have a crush on her either.

"Whatever I'm going to class." You rolled your eyes at Yuichiro as he continued to speak, "I'll see you there~" Yuichiro pats your head and walks away.

"Bye." Muichiro follows behind him.

Once they were finally gone, you turned around to face your friends, "See!? They're fucking annoying! All they do is bother me!"

Aoi's jaw drops as she turns to you, "What!? They're super popular and cute!! Right Inosuke!?"

He scratches the back of his head, "I dunno. I'm with W/n on this one." You wanted to correct him getting your name wrong but you let it go. "They're pretty much just me with longer hair."

"You're no help." She sighed. "Well I have to get to class myself. Bye guys!!"

Aoi walks away and you and Inosuke decided to go your separate ways too.

—

12:43 AM

AT LUNCH...

"Y/n is so fucking real for that response. The fuck you mean, Aoi!?" Zenitsu says while taking a bite of his food.

"I don't see what everybody else sees in the Tokito twins" he said with a mocking voice and air quotes.

"You're just jealous-hearted as heck, Zenitsu" Nezuko shakes her head slowly.

"No I'm not!! Don't be so mean, Nezuko-chan!~"

Tanjiro cringes at his response.

"I met them this morning for the first time," Inosuke continues, "They don't seem that bad or whatever." He stuffs his mouth with food and takes some from Tanjiro's bento.

"Well at least Zenitsu and Inosuke agree with me." You sighed.

"I'm not not agreeing with you, Y/n. But they're kinda ho- I mean, cute...!" Nezuko smiles reassuringly while glancing at her older brother.

"It's giving indecisive." Aoi narrows her eyes at The pink eyed girl.

"We- Well Kanao hasn't expressed her opinion yet!" Nezuko points to her.

Putting the purple eyed girl on the spotlight Kanao puts her chopsticks down, "Well... I don't know much about them, so I don't really feel anything towards them." She smiles softly. "But they are kinda-"

"—Case closed" Aoi cuts her off. "W- Wait I wasn't done!" Kanao's eyes widen in surprise as she starts to blush from embarrassment.

"Aoi, let Kanao finish what she was saying." Tanjiro sighs.

"Of course you're the one to say that." Zenitsu rolls his eyes. Inosuke nods and Nezuko follows suit.

Looking at each of us individually, Tanjiro tries to defend himself, "W- what!? I-"

Zenitsu points to him from across the table, "We all know you like Ka-"

"—Is this seat taken, Ms. Y/n?" You felt a hand on your right shoulder. Looking up, you spot two closed eyes, and a mischievous smile.

"Yes." You said bluntly.

Pushing him away, Muichiro sat in the vacant seat between you and Nezuko. "Aw," Muichiro pouts, "looks like you have to find somewhere else to si-"

"You can sit beside me!" Aoi smiles and winks at you. She knew you didn't like them, that's exactly why she's doing this.

"Move, Zenitsu." Her voice changed from kind to rude in just the matter of seconds.

"The hell!? Why do I have to move!?" He practically screamed.

"Because I said so, now shoo!!" Aoi pushes him away and he makes his way over to sit next to Tanjiro.

Yuichiro sat on your left, and Muichiro on your right. You're now sandwiched in.

Why couldn't they sit somewhere else!? You ranted in your head, Like with Genya or Shinobu or some shit!?

"Aren't you going to introduce us to your friends, Y/n?" Muichiro asks, his voice quiet and dreamy, snapping you back to reality.

Throwing your head back in irritation, you comply, "Guys, This is Muichiro," you pointed to your right. "And Yuichiro" you gestured to the left.

"So these are the guys everyone think's is hot?" Zenitsu sounds unconvinced.

"They're kinda mid..." he whispers to Tanjiro, whom kicked his leg.

"Don't be mean." The redhead said through a smile.

"Y/n." Yuichiro waved his hand in your face. "Why are you staring off into the distance?" He forces a pout, "is there something more interesting to look at than me?"

"There is always something more interesting than you." Muichiro mumbles while rolling his eyes.

"Shut up." You glared at them.

"That's Inosuke, Tanjiro and Zenitsu" you point to the three sitting across from you. "And Kanao, Nezuko, me and Aoi."

"So there's five of you?" Yuichiro asks. "It's 7." Muichiro replies.

"Are you including yourself!?"

"No, you just can't count."

Zenitsu rests his elbows on the table and points to the twins, "So what made you guys come to Kimetsu High?"

The twins look at one another then back at the blonde. They weren't prepared for that question and was taken a bit by surprise.

Muichiro speaks up first, "Just... because."

"Oh, so now you guys don't wanna talk." You rolled your eyes at the twins. They both looked at you with an expression saying, "are you fucking serious right now?"

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[bunmurdock]

omg i’m so glad you liked my ask from a few days ago 🙈 the dark!mm brainrot is so real and i’m glad i finally have someone to yap ab him with 😭

now listen, i looooove manipulative!dark!mm who knows just what to say to get you to acquiesce to him,  who knows he’s drop dead gorgeous and uses it to his advantage, who has an established career and enough money to flaunt it when he wants to BUT hear me out…

a matt murdock that’s still dark and manipulative, but not totally comfortable doing so. like, he’s kinda pathetic and very much a loser but he just can’t help being attracted to you? like, he knows that his knee-jerk reaction to passing you in the hallway shouldn’t be making a u-turn to follow you just to try and memorize your class schedule, your favorite hangouts, the little nook in the library that you tend to hibernate in when finals are coming up. matt shouldn’t need to know every little thing about you... but he does, and it pisses him off so much that he starts testing you, jeering and subtly taunting you to gauge if you’re worth all the effort he’s put in to get to know you. when you start arguing back and spitting out insults and barbs of your own, he’s practically giddy, floating on cloud nine for the entire week after he gets you to spit out his first name like it was a curse. 

he’d had to hide his hard-on with his bookbag as he’d fled the lecture hall but it was 100% worth it.

it’s his way of ‘courting’, but you only see it as this random guy in your class being an asshole for no reason. so while matt’s like “omg i can’t wait for class tomorrow, hopefully she wears that perfume i like :)”, you’re dreading going to class bc that douchebag murdock is going to be there and you can’t fucking stand him. 

the poor thing is so delusional that he actually starts believing that you like him back (wayyyy before the hook up during finals week from the last ask). he overhears you venting to your friends about the shithead in one of your classes that keeps picking on you. matt (crouching and hiding in the bushes, probably) is all riled up, wondering who the fuck was bothering his girl and planning to pay them a visit (and maybe rough 'em up a bit), only to get severely humbled when one of your friends asks what your tormenter’s name was and you say “matthew fucking murdock” in that same icy tone as before.

but this time, it feels as though you'd dumped the iced latte in your hand over his head. he SULKS for a week straight, a dark storm cloud rumbling over his head as he gives you the cold shoulder during class. you’re having a good time, obviously, bc you don’t have matt criticizing you every other second but he’s angry and confused, fuming but also bewildered bc he thought he’d been flirting?? if you’d just told him how much he was bothering you instead of fighting fire with fire, he’d have eased up a bit and changed his approach but nooooooo. he had to find out by eavesdropping overhearing you ranting to your little friends. 

i don’t want this ask to be as long-winded as the others but i wanted to share the love i have for loser!pathetic!mm, the little known and underappreciated subsidiary of dark!mm

-⭐️

this. this is true loser!mm. girl i'm not gonna lie i'd both be terrified and repulsed by him.

i think to be matt murdock is to feel internal conflict, and in a darker timeline, i fear this could be him given his tragic upbringing and fear of abandonment. all it'd take is one little thing to pique his attention for him to be head over heels. but he doesn't know how to talk to you, let alone believe that he has a real chance at a normal life with you. and so he develops a twisted way of communicating his intentions to you.

maybe the evening after the whole ordeal with your friends, you catch a masked man slipping in through your window. he crowds you up against the wall before you get the chance to reach for your pepper spray. says he just wants to smell your hair, and you acquiesce with tears in your eyes as he presses his nose up against the crown of your head. says you could have been everything, but you had to go and ruin it but that you'll have a chance to make it up to him over the next few weeks. you file a restraining order and move to new neighborhoods. but he finds you in a matter of days every time.

share your mm thoughts

[ayameric]

Smithereens | L. Williamson

“Are you sure about this?” You asked for what felt the thousandth time today.

Leah just smiled as she let out a small huff.

“Yes, I’ve told you a dozen times.”

The pair of you were sat in your London apartment, sitting on the sofa watching whatever was on the TV when you fell into conversation out of sheer boredom. The topics began with you asking your girlfriend about how her training went, and she told you all about the antics the Arsenal women got up to that day. You chuckled at Leah’s retelling of events, often knowing she wasn’t exaggerating when it came to some of the stuff that actually happened.

But then the conversation flowed to you, the defender asking about your day. Sighing, you told her you were nervous for your upcoming tour. After having just released your third album a while ago, it had already been a hit and of course with that, meant a tour was bound to happen. Now the time was finally here where you would be playing a sold-out O2 in London to an insane number of people. This was easily the biggest night of your life so far, and the most anxiety inducing. Fame for the pair of you just seemed to grow and grow over the past couple of years, which meant the microscope was placed awfully close on your relationship. People don’t realise, but that kind of pressure has a tendency to cause cracks in a relationship.

“Seriously? Because I can totally pull out-“ Continuing your rambling, Leah shifted her body on the furniture to fully face you and slap her hand over your mouth.

“You done?” She quirked a brow and you nodded, signalling for her to remove her hand before you undoubtedly did something gross and licked it. “I mean it, Y/N. You won’t back out because it isn’t a big deal. It’s a bunch of songs you wrote during a bad time and people love them! You can’t disappoint them and not go out there to give them their money’s worth.”

Sinking into the sofa a little more, you shifted your gaze to look out of the window. Of course, Leah had told you she didn’t mind you singing songs you wrote during your breakup, but it was tough to believe it. The last thing you wanted to do was upset her, and you had already done that enough before.

“I know, but sometimes there’s more to this than just what other people think.” You began. “I promised you that I would never prioritise anything over our relationship again, and I don’t want me bringing up the past to ruin things.”

You finally turned to look at the blonde who had obviously been watching you the whole time. Her eyes scanned over your face before finally catching your gaze.

“This isn’t bringing up the past. You got your feelings out, and turned it into something amazing.” Leah told you, her hand reaching out and grabbing your own. Which was a nice change from slapping you over the mouth to shut you up. “I’m not gonna change the way I feel for you because you’re out performing songs you wrote during our breakup. Hell, I’ve heard them a dozen times before!”

“But you cried when you did!” You answered back, a playful lilt to your tone, which caused Leah to crack a smile. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.

“Yeah because you wrote a fucking album about me, Y/N. An incredibly beautiful one at that.”

“But it was about our breakup.”

“It’s not like you called me a bitch or slagged me off. Did you forget what you wrote?” Leah quizzed, her tone now a lot more quiet and serious as she asked you that last question.

You fell silent for a brief moment, remembering the months you spent alone, without the love of your life. It was one of the hardest things you’ve ever been through, knowing that she wasn’t here anymore and there was a good chance she never would be. So you did what you do best, and wrote it all down straight from the heart. Initially you had no intentions of ever doing anything with those songs, since there was only a few and it was so personal, but the more you thought about it, and the more you realised the likelihood was that Leah had moved on; that maybe you should release the songs as an album. This is what songwriters were supposed to do, write something real people could relate to, and nothing is more relatable than heartbreak. Sure, it makes up 90% of the songs on the radio, but this was way more personal than that.

There had always been speculation about your relationship with Leah. About how you guys met, whether it was strictly platonic or not, but neither of you ever confirmed it because you never felt like you needed to. You weren’t exactly hiding, but you weren’t broadcasting it either. But with Leah’s win at the Euro’s and your success as a music artist, people were starting to get too involved with your relationship.

You and Leah had been together for two years until the breakup, which happened weeks after England’s European win, and it tore you up inside. Still in contact with a few of your mutual friends, like Katie McCabe, who had informed you completely by accident that Leah had moved on. The news blew your heart to smithereens, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be angry. You gave up on that relationship because you were afraid it would be too difficult to maintain, since both of your jobs took you to opposite sides of the world. Leah didn’t exactly fight for you either, but it was safe to say you were the one to put the final nail in the coffin of your romance.

Months and months with nothing from you, fans began to speculate on the breakup, but nothing could be confirmed. Truth was you had basically shut yourself off from the outside world and moved to Spain. You spent your time writing, and the outcome was ‘Smithereens’. The rather vague yet on the nose title felt right, and upon reflection and some self-healing, you had presented it to your record label and it was ready to release.

Until one night you got a text from a number you deleted.

I miss you.

Read 11:34PM

The phone practically fell from your hands. All of the feelings you thought you had overcome and healed from came flooding back like a tsunami. It changed everything. But you and Leah talked things out, with the English defender revealing that she had entered a relationship not long after the two of you had broken up, but it never felt right. So, Leah took a stab in the dark, and texted you and she still claims to this day it was the best decision she ever made. You both promised eachother it would be different this time around, that there wouldn’t be anything above your relationship, and you would work harder to maintain it. However, there was one small cog in the works that threatened to rip the rug out from underneath your feet.

The album.

In a frenzy in your Spanish home one night, you revealed what you had written and that the label planned to release it next week. You were on the verge of tears, thinking Leah would hate you. Thinking that you were trying to profit off the misfortune that befell your relationship. But instead, she calmly asked to listen to it, and with some convincing, you let her.  

In your home studio, you let the songs play out. Anxiously sitting in the corner, studying her every movement and facial expression as she listened to the melodies, your leg bounced restlessly, praying to whatever higher power that she wouldn’t storm out.

But she didn’t. In fact, she listened to the whole thing without a single word. As the last beats of the final song played out, you got up and turned the system off as Leah finally looked at you. Her eyes glistened as tears began to pool in her eyes. Your instincts kicked in and you rushed over to hold her, letting her emotions out on your shoulder as you held her tightly. Finally pulling away, she wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie and spoke:

“I’m so sorry I made you feel this way.” Her voice cracked, and you frowned, shaking your head.

“No, no. You have nothing to apologise for. At all.” You told her sternly, chasing eye contact with her before you got it, finally locking her gaze. “This was my fault. I didn’t fight hard enough for us. This album, these songs…they’re the punishments for my own bad choices. I- I just need you to know that, okay?”

Leah nodded and slipped her cool hands up to your warm cheeks before pulling you into a kiss.

It had been a good few months since that moment, nearly a year. Leah could finally listen to the album now without crying, but still, you were worried that singing these sentimental songs to a live audience would reopen old wounds.

The night was finally here, and you were doing a soundcheck on stage in the O2 before the opening night of your show. The venue was empty, some security getting ready to put up safety rails knowing how crazy some fans could be, some sound techs tampering with lights.

You were instructed to play through the set as a warmup for the actual thing, and that wouldn’t have been a problem if the girl you had written the damn songs about wasn’t right in front of you, sitting at the end of the stage.

“Y’okay?” The blonde asked as you walked over to her, microphone in hand, sitting down beside her as your legs dangled from the edge of the stage.

“Nervous, a little more than usual.” You admitted with a huff, toying with the mic in your hands. You were only dressed in shorts and an oversized hoodie right now, whereas Leah was fully dressed in tight fitting trousers, complimenting black boots, a beige top and leather jacket.

“You’ll be fine.” Leah nudged your arm with her elbow.

“Oh, I know that.” You teased back, cockily, which earned you an eye roll. “It’s just weird singing about a breakup with a girl when she’s watching you from the side of the stage.” Leah let out a laugh at that, but before she could launch into a rant about how it was all in the past, you pressed your lips against her own, savouring the moment of having the love of your life sat on the stage you would sing your heart out on.

“Y/N! Do you wanna do a test run of one of the songs?” One of the event technicians called to you, ruining the sweet kiss you shared with Leah. You both pulled apart, now sporting a rather irritated grin at being interrupted, to which Leah smirked, her eyes wandering elsewhere to avoid bursting out laughing.

“Sure.” You shrugged. Pushing yourself up, you walked over to the tech and picked one of the songs. Before you made your decision, you looked at Leah, who was still gazing out into the empty arena, before selecting one you think would be best.

The speakers made some strange noises, like they were being turned on, and Leah turned around.

“Hang on, dickhead! I need to move.” Leah shouted, but you shook your head.

“Stay right there or you’ll ruin it.” You instructed, and the song began to play.

Leah swore she was about to get up anyway, swivelling around to stand up on the stage, but the song you had chosen left her stuck in her spot. You smirked devilishly, knowing that it was a good choice, her favourite. Clearing your throat, the first verse began.

Swear I couldn't sleep a wink last night No point in turning off the lights Not the same without your head on my shoulders Growing pains, but I don't wanna get older Almost like we left it all on read

As you sang, you took several steps closer to where she was sat, not daring to take your eyes off the girl you were practically serenading in this empty arena.  

Couple feelings never laid to rest Didn't know that the party was over And it's true that I need you, get closer

Leah had heard this song plenty of times, but hearing you sing it in person, in front of her was totally different. This was about her, for her. Your steps had finally taken you close enough to her, where you basically towering over her.

Burning photos, had to learn to let go, whoa I used to weep Somebody in another skin (another skin) I heard that you're happy without me And I hope it's true (I hope, I hope it's true)

You took the small break in the song as opportunity to sit down in front of her. A deep breath was let out before the next lines, knowing they were the most crushing to write.

It kills me a little, that's okay 'Cause I'd die for you You know I'd still die for you

It was a strange feeling, singing a song about watching the love of your life move on with someone else, knowing there was nothing you could do about it.

I hope you're getting everything you needed (needed) Find the puzzle piece and feel completed (completed) Just wanted you to know every reason Hope you really know that I mean that Couldn't see the forest from the trees The only time we speak is in my dreams

You never had any ill-will toward Leah and her at the time partner, since you had no right to be. Despite how much it hurt, you would love her even if she wasn’t yours, and do anything for her to be happy, even if it meant letting you go.

Burning photos, had to learn to let go I used to weep Somebody in another skin (another skin) I heard that you're happy without me And I hope it's true (I hope, I hope it's true)

Your free hand reached out and shifted to tuck a stray piece of Leah’s hair that had fallen out from behind her ear, studying her eyes as the once again welled with tears.

It kills me a little, that's okay

You sang the last few lines to her, like there was no one else in the room but you two. You needed her to know that no matter what had happened, you still loved her. You always would. She had left an irremovable mark on your heart that would follow you forever.

'Cause I'd die for you You know I'd still die for you

The song trailed off, and once again, like the first time she had heard it, tears began to flow.

“You promised you wouldn’t cry!” You complained, falling back dramatically as you switched off the mic and dropped it to the side. Lying on your back, you heard Leah laugh and sniffle, before a familiar warm body collapsed on top of you, wrapping arms around your side.

“I can’t believe you wrote that for me.” She whispered in your ear, allowing you to put your hands on her back and hold her close on the stage.

“I wrote several for you, in case you forgot.” You chimed in, getting a slap on the head for your comment. “I’m kidding.”

You both sat up, but this time with Leah basically sat on your lap. Her arms around your neck, yours placed on her waist.

“I love you. Always have, always will.”

“I love you too. Always have, always will.”

A/N: sorry for being gone, and also not my usual marvel post. they are currently in the works, but i wanted to branch out a little.

[clownsalot]

im very normal about fuuta in general but i dont think im ever going to emotionally recover from his fire motif and what it represents for his character and how he reflects the greater theme of justice so that means i must rant about it

(more under the cut because this got longer than i expected whoopsies)

so anyway fire is pretty obviously supposed to be symbolic of his passion for justice right? that fire is all over the place in bring it on. he's wielding it to take down enemies, his signature weapon is a flaming sword. it's what he uses to lead the campaign against the people he's after, the people he's deemed in the wrong.

it's a fucking flaming sword, it's badass as hell!!!! it's what a hero of justice, a knight, would use!!!! it's cool as shit, it's his symbol of justice.

that's how he sees his justice in trial 1.

he's righteous, he wants so badly to believe he was a hero, he was doing it all for a good cause, for justice. his passion for justice was a tool he used to meet those ends, to be a hero, to wave it valiantly in the face of enemies.

the fire, however, is conspicuously absent once he's noticed the blood on his hands

interestingly, despite backdraft as a song title being much more related to his fire motif than bring it on, fire is actually surprisingly absent from the mv's visuals. fire, as in actual orange burning fire, doesn't show up much at all in backdraft except for when both fuuta and his victim begin turning to ashes, and a short bit near the end right after the last chorus when the spraycan explodes in fuuta's face. you know what the mv does show a lot of though?

smoke. and ash. the byproducts of a fire, the byproducts of fuuta's passion for justice.

bringing it back to firefighting for a moment: as many people have already pointed out, backdraft as a firefighting term refers to when a fire that has consumed all available oxygen suddenly explodes when more oxygen is made available, such as when a window or door breaks. the thing about fire hazards, though, is if the fire and the heat don't do someone in, usually it's the smoke. the smoke inhalation causes breathing difficulties and suffocation, making it even more difficult for a person to escape the fire.

in backdraft, instead of fire itself, what we're shown is these byproducts of a fire. the smoke is damaging to human health, and the ash shows that the fire has burned things up and caused destruction, in this case killing someone. all we're shown is the negative results of a fire, in sharp contrast to its badass, positive portrayal in bring it on.

hell, even fuuta himself starts turning to ashes and the spraycan explodes in his face, showing how even he is experiencing the negative results of a fire that has gotten out of his control, how even he has gotten burned by his passion for justice. or, is it es' desire for justice?

translation of fuuta's t2 vd by onigiriico

Me, too! I was like that, too! I also didn't think it'd turn out that way!

You and I are exactly the same breed! The only difference between us is the clothes we're wearing.

fuuta's justice and es' justice, it's all the same in his head now, he directly tells es that they're the same, that we're the same. it's all the same hunger for justice that ends up causing harm even if that wasn't the intention.

you know that saying that fire is a good servant but a bad master? i think that's pretty applicable to fuuta's situation. his passion for the pursuit of justice was great when it was still a tool, a sword he could wield, after all he did manage to shed light on some people's wrongs and bring them to justice. but once it exploded, when it became a backdraft that even he could no longer control, it did more damage than he intended.

it burned even him, it killed a middle schooler. and he recognizes that in backdraft. he only shows us the ways fire that becomes a hazard can go wrong.

translation of fuuta's t2 vd by onigiriico

What did I do? All I did was say that what's wrong is wrong! I was just going off at a bad person online!

I didn't think they would die! I just thought that wrong things are wrong, and that a crime is a crime! You get that, don't you? See? Aren't we the same?

it's just. fire is such a good metaphor for the message of fuuta's character and his arc. it's an amazing illustration of how dangerous it is when you feed a desire for justice too much, when you forget to put a boundary on how you handle that fire. eventually the fire spreads just like how passion for justice becomes zealotry, until more and more things fall under what you consider to be 'punishable' by your standards and goes out of control to hurt people that probably didn't deserve it. it's a warning to set proper boundaries on our own definition and desire for justice and what's 'right' so the good intentions doesn't spiral into harm. it's a reflection of our attitudes towards milgram as the audience responsible for their justice and forgiveness. it's amazing i love it i love fuuta's fire symbolism i love fuuta's character arc and i love milgram's writing so so so much

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Chapter 2: Step 2: Don't Panic

Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-worked. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came it Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

the silly bitch is back this time with teenage shenanigans. 🦐

Chapter 1

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“You can do this, it’s just a building. A very beautiful goth as fuck building that happens to be housing the woman you’re head over heels for. The very woman whose coffee you’re holding…” you mumble to yourself, staring up at the impressive building of Nevermore Academy.

It really was a beautiful building, in a goth macabre sort of way. When you were younger you probably would’ve killed to go to a school that looked like this. You could’ve been dark and edgy on epic balconies, every depressed teen’s dream.  However, you’re currently more concerned with arguing with yourself about the stupidity of your offer. You can’t help but think maybe Larissa was simply being polite and didn’t want you to show up at her workplace. Maybe she actually can’t stand you and your painfully obvious crush on her and didn’t have the heart to tell you to buzz off. Maybe this-

Your spiralling is abruptly cut off but a monotone voice, “Are you just going to stand there or are you actually going to come in?”

“JESUS FUCK-“ you yell, jumping at the voice, nearly dropping your precious cargo. You look away from the window you had been staring out to see a dark-haired girl standing in the doorway, glaring up at you. She’s obviously a student, judging by the uniform she’s wearing despite it completely lacking its usual colour.

“How long have you been standing there?” you ask, trying to recover from your near heart attack.

“Long enough to question your intentions here.” She replies.

“Wednesday! There you are!” a bright voice exclaims from behind your interrogator.

You look behind the girl, Wednesday, to see a sweet-looking blonde girl skipping over to you two. She stops next to Wednesday with a bright smile. She looks like the embodiment of sunshine honestly. The two standing next to each other is quite the juxtaposition.

“Oh! Hi, I’m Enid.” She introduces herself, sticking her hand out for you to shake.

You tell her your name and she smiles before turning to Wednesday.

“We have botany soon, I was just coming to get you but you weren’t in our room. Thing told me you were trying to escape again.” She grins.

“Thing will pay for his treachery soon enough.” Wednesday mumbles. “And as you can see, I’m still here.”

“Escape?” You mumble, glancing back at Wednesday “I thought this was a school, not a prison.”

“May as well be one.” Wednesday huffs, followed by Enid smacking her arm lightly.

“It’s not that bad! You’re just dramatic. Anyway, we’re going to be late, so let’s go.” She says, all but dragging a scowling Wednesday behind her.

“Oh uh, wait! Could you tell me how to get to Laris- I mean Principal Weems’s office? I have something for her.” You ask.

You swear you have never seen someone move faster in your life. One moment Enid was dragging her grumpy goth friend away and the next she was right in front of you, staring up at you with gleaming eyes.

“You’re here to see Principal Weems?? Are you two friends? Are you more than friends? What did you bring her?” She gushes.

“Don’t uh…don’t you have to get to botany?” You ask, taking a step back.

You’re not all that sure what you and Larissa are really. Or why she said yes ti you bringing her coffee every morning. For all intents and purposes, you’re just a very dedicated barista to her. Which makes your heart ache in a very pathetic way. But you’re fairly certain she wouldn’t want whatever relationship you have going on to be known by any of her students. She strikes you as the type to value her privacy.

“It’s fine. We’ll take you to Principal Weems’s office. We won’t get in any trouble. And we’d be happy to help, right Wednesday?”

“I’d rather willingly poison myself with Miss Thornhill’s plants thanks.” She grumbles.

“See! It’s settled. Let’s go!” Enid exclaims, setting off further into the school.

“Is she always like this?” You ask Wednesday.

“Every hour of every day so far.”

“Wow”

The two of you catch up to Enid who then continues to try and grill you for information on what you’re delivering to her principal and what your relationship to her is. You answer relatively honestly, telling her you’re just there to deliver coffee and you’ll probably be back, but it’s nothing more than that. She seems to not believe you, which is doubled when Wednesday makes a comment about a trip to Nevermore to deliver coffee not being typical service from the Weathervane.

“You’re totally in love with her!” Enid squealed, practically bouncing on the spot.

“I-that’s. First of all, that’s none of your business, and second you’re jumping to conclusions! I just- laris- I mean Principal Weems is a wonderful busy woman who needs coffee. There’s nothing weird about me bringing one to her in the morning! And- and it doesn’t even have to mean anything! Can’t it just be me being nice?”

“You know, they say those who become defensive when confronted are usually guilty.” Wednesday chirps with a smirk.

Dear god having two teenagers gang up on you about your crush on their principal was not what you imagined your morning to include.

“Do you two enjoy bullying a kind-hearted adult?”

“Yes.” Wednesday deadpans eliciting a snort from you.

“And we’re here!!” Enid exclaims, stopping in front of a pair of double doors.

You stare at the golden plaque on the door. The nerves from outside have returned tenfold now. And you can’t help but wonder if you should just turn and leave. You have a habit of taking things a step too far, you’re worried this is one of those times. What if she’s busy and doesn’t want you bothering her? What if-

“Well, we should get going!” Enid smiles, and then -to your horror- knocks on the door before quickly dragging Wednesday away.

“Come in” you hear an angelic voice answer from the other side.

Well you can’t just turn around now, and you did come all this way. So with that thought you take a deep breath and open the door.

And Jesus fucking Christ it should be illegal how lovely Larissa Weems looks seated at her desk, glasses perched on her nose, light beaming in from the window behind her. She looks like an angel, truly. She looks breathtaking you genuinely nearly forget to breathe.

And when she glances up from her laptop screen to look at you? If you were meltable you’d be nothing but a puddle right this second. Christ on a stick it’s a good day to love women, especially the very gorgeous woman in front of you.

“Darling? What are you doing here?” She asks, standing up and rounding her desk.

Your heart drops a little bit, thinking the worst.

Obviously, she didn’t want you to come. How could you be so stupid?

“I uhm. I brought you coffee! I’m sorry it’s- god I- this is silly I shouldn’t have come, you were obviously joking and I’m disturbing you I should- I’ll just go,“ you ramble, looking at anything but her.

You jump when you feel her hand wrap around your wrist. When the fuck had she gotten close? Was she a ninja? Your eyes dart to her face to see her…wait is she blushing?

You blink up at her, trying to figure out why she’s standing there, holding your wrist with a bashful smile on her face and a blush on her cheeks.

“Larissa? Are.. is everything okay?”

“You really are too sweet to me darling” she murmurs, squeezing your wrist. “I had thought you were just joking yesterday. I’m not used to people going out of their way for me like this.”

“Well, people are fucking stupid then.” You retort, “People should go to the ends of the earth just to talk to you. I know I would.”

“If you keep talking like that you’ll never get rid of me.” She mumbles, looking away.

“The day I want to be rid of you is the day I’ve been body snatched and replaced by an evil alien.”

She snorts at that, her nose scrunching in the most adorable way. And wow she really is close. You can see the slight crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes, the laugh lines around her mouth. Christ her mouth looks far too kissable right now. You look back at her eyes and, oh gods she is not allowed to look at you like that you really might just kiss her. Would she kiss you back? The way she’s looking at you has you thinking maybe she would. All it would take is for you to lean in just-

A loud thud breaks you both from your reverie. You turn to face where the noise came from and just manage to catch a glimpse of blonde hair darting around the corner. You really should’ve suspected your kind escorts were going to eavesdrop. While you feel a little mortified you can’t find it in yourself to be mad at them.

“I don’t suppose you found my office on your own?” Larissa asks.

“I was very kindly escorted by two of your students, they found me panicking at the front door.”

“I don’t suppose they were a moody goth and a bright bubbly girl?” She hums.

“Yep. That was them.”

She sighs, bringing a hand up to rub her temples while muttering something about walking trouble. You giggle, much to your utter mortification, before lifting up the bag you brought.

“Coffee?” You ask.

“God yes.” She sighs.

You reach into the bag and bring out the thermos you’d brought handing it to her with the dorkiest grin on your face. She thanks you before taking a sip and borderline moaning at the taste (yeah your face could give a furnace a run for its money right now).

“Anyway I uh,” you clear your throat. “I best be off. Wouldn’t want to keep you from your work.”

“Do you need to head back to the cafe?”

“Oh no I’m not working today, I just thought-“

“It seems a waste coming all this way to leave so soon no?” She asks. “Let me give you a tour.”

“Oh no it’s okay! I’m sure you have more important things to do-“

“Well, I think it’s rather important you let me show you around. Please?” She asks.

And goddamn you couldn’t say no to her if you were being held at gunpoint. And the idea of her wanting to spend time with you is making you swoon. So you agree, ducking your head in a nod so she won’t see how flustered you are by her simple gesture.

She presses her laptop shut and grabs the takeaway bag from your hand, placing it down on her desk, before gesturing to the door.

“After you sweetheart.”

[slocumjoe]

how would fo4 crushing companions react to an unintentionally touchy sole? for example they hold their hand without thinking when leading them somewhere, lean slightly against them while waiting, etc

(also if you dont mind could you write the one for x6 post railroad ending instead of sole being director?)

ohohohoho yesssssss

I love prompts like these because I get to inflict suffering

Companions (most of which are touch-starved) react to a touchy-touchy Sole

Cait; At first, totally thinks Sole is just fucking with her, like...teasing. So even if she's initially startled everytime, quickly recovers. Might respond with her own, rougher touches. Sole gently puts their hand on her shoulder, she gently punches theirs. She's conflicted on it, though. Obviously, being touched is a bad thing in Cait's book...but Sole is a good thing. So...what's she supposed to think, here? She does find their sudden clingliness cute. Teases them for it.

It's not until she processes that Sole is touching her that shit hits the fan.

Okay, shit, Sole is touching her. Holding her hands, pressing up against her. Okay. Fuck. What does that mean? Is it flirting? Shit way to flirt, if they want to get going in the sheets, they should just say it. After This Moment, any touch is going to be like a flashbang to her. Might start leaning away. She's confused now, she isn't sure what this is or what she wants from it.

Curie; Crushing or not, really likes the touchy-touchy! It's new sensations for her synth body, and Curie is touchy with everyone. Getting to be touchy-touchy with her favorite person? Wonderful! She lavishes in the affection and probably returns it tenfold. If Sole brushes hands together, she'll grab theirs and hold it tight. Curie isn't a shy person. Her stomach might be filled with butterflies, and her heart does some weird stuff, and she loses all control of her facial expression, but Curie is Curie. She lacks the mental illness nerf everyone else has. There will be a moment where she questions the intentions, and she'll be sad at the thought of Sole not meaning anything by it, but Curie is nothing if not optimistic.

Danse; If you listen carefully, you can hear the Windows shutdown noise. Danse all but lives in a giant metal husk. Even if he didn't, people don't touch him anyway. So. Sole? Touching him? He bricks. Hard system reset, absolute crash. Shit is frying up there in that thick skull.

The second time it happens, the Reaction is worse. Third time, Worse. This multiplies until Danse starts getting used to it. Does that mean things go well for him? No! This is Danse, here! He convinces himself they don't mean anything by it. Even if they did, which they don't, nothing could happen. He's either their C.O, or a synth. And besides, they deserve better anyway. Danse doesn't think highly of himself, and he never has.

No matter what happens, he lets Sole do whatever they please. Danse is a teddy bear thats never gotten to fulfill his function as a teddy bear. He'll be dammed if he ever admits it, but good God, does Danse need it. It's a rush of euphoria. This man has been kept in Power Armor for years. And it's Sole. If they went octopus on him and didn't let go, a part of him would be screaming, yes, but everything else would be melting, too relieved to protest.

Deacon; Fully leans into it. Thinks their touchy-touchy is funny, even if he's freaking out. Will walk while dramatically swinging their hands around. You know couples at amusement parks? Or, really, couples in any public setting? He does that. And thing is, Deacon is not a touchy-touchy person. He'd rather not, actually. But Sole likes it, and the dirty looks they get from people when Deacon is condemning Sole to the Couple Shuffle (iykyk) is too good to pass up.

Internally worried, obviously. Again, mental illness nerf. He would like touching Sole in a more...personal way. Not sex, just...it's the intention. Holding hands is one thing. Holding hands with a friend is another. Holding hands with a partner is a whole other beast. But Deacon isn't sure he'd actually want to pursue anything. Ideally, he'd stop this, keep his distance. But also ideally, he'd knock his own shit off and just be upfront...he's not too keen on either idea. Hey, what if we give each other piggyback rides?

Gage; Also goes Nope, but his nope goes in several directions, compared to the other Nope's. Gage doesn't trust like that, for one. It's different with Sole, yeah, but whenever Gage is presented with something new, he throws all the caution he has at it. He trusts Sole. He thinks them his better half, his partner in crime. But...this is weird. Objectively. Touching a guy like Gage is a weird thing to do. Once he picks up that they don't notice they're doing it, calms down. Then panics for a completely different reason.

Why the fuck is the Overboss touching him?

Gage starts doing the math. Okay, maybe they're just touchy when comfortable. That doesn't mean anything. It's definitely weird. But why are they touching him? Gage isn't the most cuddly person. That's what the fucking rusty spike armor is for. Sole doesn't care. Sole presses into him, brushes their fingers against him, puts their bedroll next to his. Are they...like...anxious, or some shit? Is this a Symptom? Should he be worried? Where Danse has Windows shutdown, Gage has a few notes of the Jaws theme.

At no point in this process does he allow himself to think about how it makes him feel, because Gage has better shit to do (no he doesnt), he doesn't feel anything for them (yes he does), and even if he did (he does), Sole doesn't mean anything by it (Sole has been flirting with him for weeks).

Hancock; Honestly, Hancock started touching first. He's a physical guy. So, Sole also being touchy-touchy doesn't phase him. He's certainly happy to see that they feel comfortable with him, and want him close, but for once, Hancock doesn't suffer the mental illness nerf.

YET. Because whoops, once he examines why Sole might be touching him, we're off to the fucking races!

When people touch Hancock, they're usually hinting at something. Sole either is, or isn't doing that. If they are, Hancock has to consider if he goes down that path. Do they hook up? Hancock would prefer more than that. What if Sole does too? Okay, does he even deserve Sole? Back up, now. Say Sole isn't trying to get in his pants. He still wants them. They're dangling right in front of him, and he can't have them. Youch. Does he stop touching them, ask them to stop touching him? Should he take what he can get?

Ah, hell.

MacCready; Much like Hancock, probably started touching first. But, MacCready's touchy-touchy is more like Cait's. Playful, teasing, that thing. Shoulder-punching, flipping their hat, maybe even tickling if he and Sole are really close. MacCready has issues, but not the kind that, like, Danse and Hancock share.

Oh man, Danse and Hancock would hate to hear that. I should really write that comparison essay.

Despite this, once Sole starts touching him just to touch, the play-fighting stops. He likes them, and they're giving some signals that they like him. So, he might start returning the little touches. Not intentionally, either. Reach over and wipe dirt off their face, slip ammo into their pockets, gently bump them to get their attention. The only companion who doesn't read into it. He doesn't really notice it at all. It just starts happening, and later down the line, after he and Sole get together, does he think about how natural and normal it is to touch them and be touched.

Nick; I don't think Nick has a ton of sensations. At least, not in his body's current state, old and torn up. He'll notice Sole touching him, but he can't really feel it. You'd think that would lessen the agony.

Nick wants nothing more than to not be in this body, but he's kind of stuck. And Sole keeps touching him, in this body that he can't feel them in. It's like big glass wall between them. He can feel them touching the glass, but not their hand. Whereas everyone else gets the benefit of contact, Nick only gets reminded of what contact might feel like.

It's like a theater performance, mimicking something from the past. It doesn't help that all of those memories of touch are of Jenny. Thinking of 'your' dead fiance when your current flame is touching you is not a good omen for starting a relationship.

Honestly...I think Nick wouldn't want to be touched. He wouldn't turn them away, tell them to stop, because they're seeking comfort. But he couldn't enjoy it. Not physically, and so not emotionally.

Piper; Piper isn't touch-starved, averse, or deeply insecure like other companions. So, she has a pretty normal reaction. Piper pauses the first time it happens, and has that moment of 'omigosh they touched meeee'. Feels really stupid for it. But she's a young woman in love, damnit, if she has hearts in her eyes for while after, following Sole like a lost puppy, that's her business.

Piper knows that Sole is doing it subconsciously, but she also takes little steps forward herself. So, she might, say, play with their hair absently, or ask to braid it. Or offer to do their makeup, if they wear any. She might fix or adjust their clothes/armor if it needs it. Little touches with the benefit of the doubt. If Sole escalates, she's escalating. Will throw her legs over their lap, tuck herself under their arm, come up behind them and rest her chin on their shoulder.

Piper reads into it only a tiny amount. She almost goes crazy over it, but stops herself, realizes that trying to analyze Sole and their feelings is only going to complicate things. So, she just does her thing, and hopes it goes somewhere nice from there.

Preston; Much like Piper and MacCready, has a pretty normal response. He doesn't notice it at first, takes someone else to point out how touchy Sole is for him to realize. Preston is, again, canonically not a touchy person, but Sole's contact is quick and light, so he's not uncomfortable with it. Might even return it briefly, like patting them on the far shoulder if they lean into him.

Interestingly, Preston is the only companion to really think about his own feelings about it in a healthy way. He makes sure to keep himself objective and rational. Okay, he has feelings for Sole. Sole keeps touching him. He would like for that to be charged, but the only way to know that is to ask. Preston isn't ready to ask that, so he doesn't need to worry about it. He can have his feelings without knowing if they're reciprocated. He can deal with it when he's ready.

Look, Preston has put up with a lot of BS in his life. He's going to avoid making his lovelife just as difficult.

X6-88; Sole touches him for the first time. X6-88 refrains from throwing them across the room, as he is supposed to, typically. Sole does it again. X6 refrains again. This continues for way too long without any developments.

X6 eventually stops himself and goes "I should probably think about that, huh?"

Starts with himself. X6-88 experiences physical and mental sensations around and about Sole. That would aptly be considered "having feelings." Is he in...love? How would he know? Maybe its indigestion. Alright. He may or may not have romantic feelings for Sole. That's not helpful. He cares about them, he knows that. But is that the love those Pre-War musicians never shut up about?

What about Sole and their insistence on physical contact? They're a little colder than he is, coursers run warm. They move differently, too, more stilted, there's hesitancy. Coursers move like water, with no pause or consideration. So, even something like a simple tap is alien to him, because he finds Sole completely alien, in this regard.

He's going to try and ignore it until Sole does something else that throws his head all out of wack. But for now, just...deeply confused. Has so much else to process first.

[eye-of-yelough]

anyway here’s the aeryn/gortash dynamic explanation.

nsfw shit under the cut. CW for. i mean so much. but specifically CNC

because it is all consensual, despite the atrocities. although it’s worth mentioning that that does not make it healthy and there’s definitely a lot of manipulation going on so like. is it. its dubious that’s for fucking sure.

So. their dynamic is really just me taking “psychosexual warfare” and seeing how far i can possibly take it. That’s it in a nutshell. also exploration of how a sexual “relationship” between a hypersexual (aeryn) and aroace (gortash. to me) would work.

Aeryn’s hypersexuality is a real point of interest to Gortash, and is his main angle when trying to pick apart his psyche, the way his behaviour changes depending on how long he’s gone without, how it seems intrinsically linked to his Urges, “whoever decided to call it bloodlust was a fucking genius” - Aeryn, probably.

That fascination really hits its pique when, somewhere a between 2 and 3 years into their unsteady partnership, gort wakes up in the middle of the night to aeryn just straight up jerkin it. staring at him. (wether he was already there because aeryn stayed over after them being awake for 50 hours plotting and doing medical malpractice or he just walked all the way there from the undercity to break in and wack it to gort’s sleeping body, i don’t know. but it’s important to me that you know that with aeryn, while the former is more likely, the latter is entirely plausible. he’s a creep.) obviously this brings up a lot of question in gortash’s head. “did he want to be caught?” (most definitely.) “has he done this before without me noticing?” (you can bet on it, mate.)

Sad thing is, I can’t for the life of me figure out what gort would actually do in the moment here, but it’s when he realises that if he wants to manipulate Bhaal’s favourite child, to claim, to conquer, he’s going to have to speak his language. so the next morning he very nonchalantly brings up the incident that Aeryn is eagerly pretending didn’t happen, and offers his help him with his little sex addiction. puts himself in this caring, almost therapeutic role. bullshit, of course. he has no intention of fixing just yet. only after he’s been broken can he be fixed, remade in his perfect image. and aeryn, to his credit, does know that it’s bullshit. he just underestimates the depth of it. See, he knows that Gortash wants to break him. he knows that gortash is a manipulative, domineering control freak. but he kind of just. thinks it’s a weird sex thing. his reaction to gort’s proposal is basically “you’re even weirder than i thought. okay fine. i’ll play your game. i’ll win in the end.”

That’s another key part of their dynamic: mutual misunderstanding. Aeryn thinks it’s a game, Gortash thinks it’s war. Gortash thinks he’s breaking Aeryn, but Aeryn’s loving it.

Gortash’s “therapy” is anything but, of course. Aeryn doesn’t become less of a sex pest, he just finds it increasingly difficult to enjoy himself with anyone but Gortash, who knows him, what he likes and doesn’t like, inside and out. (all part of the plan, the possessive cunt) which pisses Aeryn off to no end because the man Just Won’t Fuck Him in the way he wants. oh, they’re doing weird “stabbing as a metaphor for penetration”, sexually charged medical malpractice, voyeurism, full on bdsm shit all the time, but there’s very little… touching. Gortash just gets off way more on denying Aeryn what he wants while slowly driving him insane with desperation than he ever would if they just. had sex. This isn’t to say they never do, but we’re talking 10 years down the line here, and only under very specific conditions. (more on that in a bit.) If aeryn was right about one thing, it’s Gortash being a weird sexual control freak.

anyway here’s some things their warfare includes:

Gortash bringing some noble up to his chambers to seduce them, notices the window he left closed is open, a chair in the corner’s cushion being smushed down by an invisible weight, and thinking “ah, i’m performing for two tonight.”

one of Gortash’s main weird psychosexual fantasies about Aeryn being turning him into an Actual Doll and keeping him on his shelf for all eternity. he makes many different types of dolls after Aeryn’s likeness, including plushies that he holds at night for a few months before giving them to Aeryn just to savour the look of confusion and disgust on his face.

Gortash stealing some of Aeryn’s Bhaal-sculpted skin and turning it into gloves.

Aeryn waking up after Gortash spikes him in increasingly awkward positions over the years (this happens a lot. like, a lot.) the first time he wakes up bound, gagged and blindfolded in gort’s basement. “i just wanted to see how long it would take you unti you freed yourself. 2 minutes and 31 seconds if you were wondering. i’m impressed :)” eventually he gets used to that routine and he just ends up laying under gort’s desk for a few hours, listening to him work, Gortash occasionally talking to him like you do to a pet. this is probably the closest they get to domesticity. A few years down the line, Aeryn wakes up naked, covered in bruises and black handprints, aching between his thighs.

Knowing it finally happened, but having no memory? If I had to pinpoint the closest Gortash ever got to winning the war, it was there. something in his brain genuinely breaks that night.

Oh. And they only kiss once. Right before Aeryn’s lobotomy, as well, it’s a whole thing. I might make that into a separate post. or you can send an ask. that’d be nice :)

edit: here it is

[caileeflavoured]

typewriting hands

ben mears x fem!reader

© caileeflavoured 2024, do not repost, modify or translate!

synopsis: Watching Ben write his book all afternoon, you soon become bored and need to find a way to get him away from his damn typewriter.

a/n: so idk what happened to the original post from 2022 but it disappeared and who am I to deny people my writing from when it was actually good (not to suck my own dick but I was cooking back then). I actually have no fucking idea what this thing was even about so I won't provide any tw's, therefore, read at your own risk (it's probably 18+ so...)

wc: 999 words

MAIN MATERLIST | SALEM'S LOT

The air inside his small room was hot and stuffy. Pearls of sweat covered your entire body as you lay on his bed, still proud of yourself that you managed to somehow sneak past Eva Miller, the house owner, and avoid her no-girls-joining-male-guests-rule. 

You watched him type away on his typewriter, the constant clicking sound creating a meditative energy around you. Yet you weren’t as calm as you’d expected to be when you initially agreed to spending your free afternoon with Ben.

Your eyes wandered up and down his bare back, analyzing the way his muscles moved so elegantly and manly with each letter he pressed onto the paper. The light sheen of sweat made it glisten so perfectly, and with the slowly setting sun shining its warm light onto his light skin, he seemed to you like an angel sent to this awful town.

“Will you ever tell me what you’re writing?” You eventually interrupted the silence.

But Ben continued typing, a true master at ignoring exactly this question, no matter who asked.

You groaned, annoyed and bored as you rolled from your stomach onto your back, your short dress riding up your waist in the process. The faint breath of air coming from the open window hit your bare legs and crawled all the way up to your lower stomach.

You groaned again, this time on purpose, and with the intent to get his attention. You moved your head to the side, your cheek touching the hot covers of his bed as you watched him pause his writing for a second and rise his head before he eventually resumed the typing.

“Isn’t your afternoon writing session over already?” You asked as you looked at the clock hanging above the door. 

“Not yet,” was his simple, emotionless answer.

You were frustrated, growing needier for him the longer you watched his naked body. You hadn’t seen him in a while, and missed the feeling of his body pressed against yours. But even more so did you miss the simple sensation of sexual arousal, preferably caused by Ben.

So you had no chance but to help yourself out.

You pushed your panties down your legs and threw them towards him. He watched them fall to the ground next to his chair, but still didn’t care to give you any reaction.

“It’s so hot,” you whined, and that frustrated whine quickly changed and turned into a lewder one the moment your hand came into contact with your swollen clit.

All those thoughts about him and the memories of what he’d already done to you ever since he arrived in ‘Salem’s Lot a few weeks ago surely and obviously had an effect on you. They riled you up, leaving you needier than ever. 

Your fingers rubbed circles on your clit as you purposely put on a little show for him, not holding back any moans despite knowing of all the other guests in Eva Miller’s place. They already looked at Ben in a funny way anyway, they wouldn’t dare to ask any more questions if they heard female moans coming from his room.

His name fell from your lips as you indulged in the sweet pleasure coursing through your body. You felt that knot in your stomach tighten more and more as you brought yourself closer to your high, but it wasn’t just quite the same when it wasn’t Ben’s hand.

“Come join me,” you whimpered in between the moans, your eyes always glued to his muscular back, waiting for the moment he’d finally turn around.

But nothing. He shrugged his shoulders, seemingly immersed in writing his new book. 

Ugh, loving an author turned out to be anything but a whirlwind romance.

“You’re so- oh fuck! You’re so boring,” you cried out, feeling how you pushed yourself nearly over the edge.

“Uh-huh,” Ben commented, clearly not even listening to what was going on behind his back. 

“I- ugh! I’m so close, Ben,” you whimpered. “I’m gonna come!” And you did.

Your moans turned into high-pitched cries, your eyes never leaving his figure as the intense orgasm washed over you and then — finally. 

The typewriter’s clicking sounds could no longer be heard, and that was not because you drowned them out. No, the constant movement of his fingers had actually come to a halt, and his head turned slightly to the side — yet not far enough to catch a glimpse of your fucked-out frame.

Chest heaving, legs still slightly shaking, beads of sweat running down your temples, and a devilish little smile on your lips.

“You know I got more in me, Benny,” you challenged him. 

And finally won this round.

He got up from his chair, his erection already straining against his underwear, and walked up to you. “On your knees,” he demanded, his voice much darker and raspier than just moments ago.

You crawled up to the author, sitting right in front of him as he wished. Your eyes traveled over his sweaty torso, and down to his crotch, pure lust filling your eyes. 

Ben placed two fingers underneath your chin, tilting your head up to make you look into his eyes. The blue was already gone, his pupils so dilated you didn’t know if you’d ever seen them like that.

He licked his lips as he traced the curve of yours with his thumb, then pulled your face up to his. He trapped you in a longing, passionate kiss, immediately all tongue and teeth.

“Guess Eva Miller and her no-sex-rule can go to hell now,” you chuckled against his lips as your hand wandered down his bare abs and into his boxers.

It surely was going to be Ben Mears who could go to hell once the old lady caught wind of it, but the only thing he seemed to care about now was to make his little girl come a second time. And a third, and a fourth, and maybe even a fifth one.

Typewriting hands rarely got tired...

[siswritesyanderes]

begging for any bella/reader/edward yandere crumbs... any headcanons, scenarios, a n y t h i n g ... like how do they meet, who is more aggressive to reader (bella or edward), does edward still martyr himself or after bella is he like "fuck it we're kidnapping you", first kiss scenario, how does edward's mind reading come into play, how tf does reader react to bella and edward saying "youre our child's parent now, btw :)"... gah i think i might even like them more than yandere jalice!!

p.s. i rlly like how you see/characterize bella! i think her stoniness is 10x more interesting when viewed as her actual personality

(Thank you so much!)

Okay, so I probably won't be able to get all my thoughts down here, but I think it depends on whether we're keeping with the way I characterize Edward in Rule One (namely, the idea that he's learned to be a better person after seeing what lessons Renesmee learns from his behavior) or if we're going canon Edward.

I think, if it's canon Edward, the events of the Twilight saga would have disabused him of the idea that he's inherently evil and soulless (since the whole thesis of Breaking Dawn was "Actually, we're awesome and this is awesome; I don't know what I was even worried about," /hj), so his natural arrogance would take center stage. Not to mention, you don't have Bella's power, so he can hear your thoughts; he isn't going into this like "Who is this frustratingly mysterious person? How can I plumb their depths? Dare I even risk it?" He's going into it more, "I know every dorky thing you think about, and regardless I am in a veritable maelstrom of limerence. But you should still know, it's dorky. You dork. I would die for you."

Bella would be all over breaking into your room and reading all of your journals and diaries and yearbook signatures cover to cover. I feel that Bella would be more in the delusional yandere category than Edward, even without factoring in his mind reading; from her perspective, she's reached the happy ending of one love story, so she's pretty sure she can effortlessly speedrun a second one, now that she's a vampire and therefore categorically way better than she was before. Edward would be slightly more careful, because he remembers every second of every hurdle that came before the happy ending last time and also he is very aware of the little detail that you aren't in love with them yet. That being said, he still thinks nothing of sneaking into your room; in fact, he loves listening to your dreams and subtly referencing them in conversation with you the next day. Bella takes his cue and starts weaving sentiments from your journals and diaries into conversations, as well.

If it's Edward in his Rule One characterization, then I think his tactics would be less obviously stalkerish than Bella's; Bella would still follow the example he gave for vampire courtship and be all for climbing in windows and watching people sleep because that's how her ideal romance played out and if it ain't broke don't fix it. (She doesn't have a problem with what Edward did, and she thinks it's fun to be on this side of it, because she loves how strong and awesome she is as a vampire.) Edward would be more, "Love, I regret my boorish disregard for your privacy when you were human, and I'd like not to repeat the behavior now. Instead, I will find our mate's father at his place of work and politely inform him of our intentions to court them. Hopefully, we can go about this the proper way." (Whether or not he goes through with it depends on a lot of different factors, but that's the sort of thing he'd think of.)

In either case, Renesmee would immediately not be normal about you. Like, she genuinely should not be left alone with you, or even allowed around you without a pre-planned topic of conversation, because she would certainly say or do something weird (pretty much regardless of how old she is, unless decades have passed; I feel like the family's constant attention and spoiling would shape her as a person in a pretty-long term way). Like, this younger "sibling" of your classmates going, "If you were my mom/dad/parent, how would you put me to bed?" "I'll bet you'd make a great parent. Can I hug you?"

Bella expects you to be able to leave your friends and family behind and join them as a vampire with relative ease, and she doesn't fully understand if you can't. After all, she loved her parents and friends, and she was willing to leave them. Why won't you? Were she still human, she would convert this confusion pretty quickly into insecurity (As in, she would believe it's because she isn't good enough and you can't love her.), but as a vampire, she believes she is perfect now, so she is genuinely just confused.

Basically, many possibilities, lol.

[eisforeidolon]

It really does seem that getting too deep into niche shipping fandom absolutely kills some people's media literacy. Like, I was reading this interesting anon post on Nancy's blog [X] about following a rewatcher going on about bi lighting and expecting a romantic HEA from fucking Supernatural and it sent my brain off on a tangent.

I mean, I remember thinking literary interpretation in school was so fucking absurd when it got to the point of analyzing a goddamn autobiography and waffling on about the author remembering the grass in the spring being green when they moved as a symbol of rebirth. As absurd as I still think interpreting on that level is? It did work thematically, because the interpretation matches the surface level of the story - that was when the character's life started through a period of growth/rebirth. Did they intentionally mention the grass for the symbolism of the color green, consciously or unconsciously? Fuck if I know (or care, tbh).

The problem with the way hellers (and other similar conspiracy shippers) try to use this kind of interpretation is that they ignore several majorly important factors that apply when you're talking about an open canon rather than a closed one where you know the ending. When you do this with a story that's finished, where you know the whole picture? Even if you're so openminded about what the story could have been despite all genre conventions and other outside information that your brain is on the verge of falling out and rolling away down a hill? You can filter out the noise of potential symbols and meanings that do not match that finished, overarching story. And there is a lot of fucking noise, because our brains really, really like to find patterns whether they exist or not - but most random details are not intentional symbolism, and most symbols do not have one single definitive meaning. With any sufficiently large text (which SPN definitely is), you could pick out enough random symbols and meanings to point to literally any-fucking-thing you wanted as a possibility - but without knowing the end that's no more an indication of what direction the story is actually heading than any other randomly chosen set of symbols and meanings.

In the above example, let's say you don't know anything about autobiographies in general, that author's life in particular, and stopped reading at that chapter to try and predict what'll happen next. Aha, the grass out of the window when they moved in spring was GREEN! Well, yes, that might symbolize growth and the character's life finally starting on a new positive path now. But green can also symbolize naivety and/or hope, and that could have been a brief shining moment of good possibilities before things went even more to shit. Hell, it can also mean jealousy, where maybe it would turn out their best friend who stayed behind got an opportunity they missed because they moved. Not only are those not the only possible symbolic meanings of the color? The author might have also just decided to describe the grass out the window as green because grass is generally fucking green in spring, yo. A major part of the reason someone can sit and pontificate about the ~*deep symbolic meaning*~ of that passage without potentially being obviously hilariously wrong is that they DO know where it ultimately leads and have tossed out the interpretations that explicitly don't fit the story.

What the shippers in question try to do is insist they know what the ending HAS TO BE ... because reasons. As such, every single symbol they find which could potentially signal that ending must be doing so, despite any number of other possible meanings ... because reasons. Naturally the symbols that they find are actually meaningful symbols as opposed to every single other random detail in the story with potential meaning ... because reasons. Then we reach the end of the story and they're oh-so-shocked that because reasons ... isn't a real basis for anything, actually. HOW COULD MY AMAZING INTERPRETATIONS HAVE BEEN SO WRONG WHEN I CHERRY-PICKED THEM SO CAREFULLY? CONSPIRACY! HATE CRIME! WAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! There was never any basis for their assumption they knew those symbols were legitimately symbols with significance, let alone their assumption they knew the ending - other than their own fixation and entitlement.

Just to finally drive the point home about how absurd it all is? In my original autobiography example, we're talking about an autobiography of a famously successful person. Any remotely savvy reader can make pretty reasonable guesses from the genre conventions of autobiographies, that person being Known Name successful, and context in the surrounding text about how important that move was going to be to the author's life to be such a focus - and therefore what things in the surrounding text might be *cough* reasonable symbolic signposts. There's still some potential to be wrong about the particulars of that moment, but it's a more educated guess about where the story is likely to go because of everything you know about the protagonist and the genre.

Similarly, any remotely savvy watcher who has some familiarity with horror fantasy as a genre, who spent fifteen seasons watching a show where everyone fucking dies and two brothers are obsessively and intensely brothering each other to the exclusion of all their other relationships every episode, from every single premiere through every single finale? Nevermind anyone who also basically ever heard the showrunners and stars talk about it? Is not going to reasonably think, oh, hey, this is totally going to end with the single central relationship of the show indifferently separating to turn into a fluffy HEA romcom with random side characters. Even if you take off the ending of that sentence which is "because I totally found a bunch of secret clues in food and lighting that told me so".

It makes no fucking sense on a micro interpretation level of symbolism and signposts, and it makes no fucking sense on a macro interpretation level of genre and overarching themes. But, like, they really wanted it, so who cares about that? Um, all the rest of us who actually liked the show for what it was, not an entirely different thing we tried to convince ourselves it would eventually have to be ... because reasons. Especially anyone who gives even half a shit about how decent storytelling in media actually works.