#like yes his goal was stupid but that goal was never the actual point. he just needed it to keep himself alive

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

one thing i really wish people wouldn’t forget when it comes to suguru’s character is that his core desire is just to have a family. not in a nuclear family way, but in a “i want a place where i belong / i want to protect the ones i love” way…… literally everything else is just an extension of that desire. a means to meet that end. he broke down after being forced to realize that staying with his family meant having to watch them die, so he left and made a new one. and he got stronger. and his core wish was always, always always to create a world where he’d finally be able to protect them :(((((((((

[mimipolo]

Can u write headcanons for the sakamoto days characters as the animes coming out on Saturday. For ur bestie friendie 😆😆

Sakamoto days x reader headcanons

Yes I will, happy birthday to you. You should be ecstatic rn.

Is the Sakamoto days fandom alive on here??? Hope so.

Shin

He's really obvious about the fact he like you, like reallyyy obvious

Puts extra effort into every little action he does so you think he's cool(he's really not),if you two met in the JCC he'd make sure his entire routine for group assassination missions is basically flawless.

Can't help being curious about what you thought and tunes into your thoughts and has to pretend his face isn't growing hotter by the second as he walks back in line, your inner thoughts of admiration replaying in his head.

Has at least one person(Mr Sakamoto) who he talks to endlessly about you, if he was still an assassin he'd have found it unbearable but now he sits blissfully with a ramen cup in hand as Shin talks away, when his mind wanders to young love and then eventually his wife, Shin snaps at him to pay attention.

Knows a lot about you (most without you knowing but sh), sometimes he just comes up to you and reminds you of something you're about to forget or a question too niche for him to ask and you're like "huh?" and he just blinks at you before going "huh-?"

Takes a deep breath and does that silly shake thing guys do when they're about to run when he's determined to talk to you, ends up folding anyway because he's geeked you asked to eat with him today.

Does the absolute most to keep you out of danger, at the JCC and at the shop, enemies seem to be popping up from anywhere now he and Sakamoto had dropped from the ranks and he didn't want you wrapped up in that.

Cannot flirt, he cannot and it's so embarassing, it's sweet when he tries though, the moment he sees you trying to hold your laugh he just gives up and holds his flushed face as you double over laughing. At least you said he was cute(internally.)

I can imagine you two in his or your room on a hot day, the windows wide open and the fan is blasting in your faces as you split twin popsicles, he thinks you look beautiful even as you sweat profusely and fan your face with your hand.

Nagumo

So annoying, to the point it's almost driving you mad, makes every excuse under the sun to come see you, be it day or night. People often ask how you deal with his unprecedented visits and you can only drag out a sigh and shrug.

Terrible gift giver but it's clear he tries, hands you a beaten up rubber duck and looks at you expectantly when you're not immediately ecstatic (cause what??). He'll explain like some expertise in the science of you that he saw you cooing and feeding ducks one day in the summer five years ago. You look down at the small colourful bird and decide it's actually quite cute, it can go in your random trinket box.

Naturally touchy guy, an arm around your shoulder is not a rare thing but one thing he does get nervous about is holding your hand. Yes he could hold you against his chest for ages as you read out something to him but the idea of holding your has his head in his hands as he squats on the floor.

Would love it if you liked his stupid jokes but would love it even more if you made it your goal to absolutely despite them. He finds the dynamic quite funny. Actively enjoys seeing the way your face crumples up when he cracks a joke at the absolute worst time, something dumb about grannies as the both of you are still panting and painted in blood in a care home of all places.

Not that jealous or possessive but will feel left out when he notices you're hanging out with someone a bit more than him. Will insert himself between you and this new person, mostly unaware he's acting on self preservation to keep himself in your sights.

Shishiba

He's so calm and collected all the time, the concept of him liking someone and that person possibly being you had never crossed your mind and it probably never will.

He likes to praise your work ethic a lot, "Looks good." , "You cleaned them up yourself?" You just nod back with a smile and he's convinced he made the boldest move in the books.

Would want to make absolute certain you like him before saying anything life threateningly risky. Pretty traditional with it, asks you out to eat after work and lets you choose the place. Insists he pays because he earns more than you but he just wanted to treat you. Has a list on his phone of the places you two enjoyed the most and pins them on Maps in case you want to go again.

The type to stare daggers into you while you're busy talking to someone else, when you're done talking he's still looking your way and waits for you to acknowledge him. Sometimes he announces himself, sometimes he'll just walk up beside you and hands your new assignment over which honestly startles you at times.

Wish he could've met you under different circumstances, wherever you're in his line of work or not. He'll never be truly satisfied with the way things are, constantly weighing the options.

For now he's enjoying watching you enjoy your favourite snacks and his heart warms when you offer him a generous bite.

Kashimo

Doesn't know what he's feeling towards you, the only thing he knew was his loyalty to Slur and you were gradually changing that one situation at a time.

It started when you'd apply ointments to where his body disconnected even though he was literally designed to be able to be broken and put back together with no effort. But you put in that effort, insisting he should let you and it'd be beneficial in the long wrong, he liked to believe you.

Often shows up to your cubicle at work just to say good morning then walk away, not even waiting for you to respond. You find it oddly charming and he just likes hearing your giggle as he leaves the office.

He believes you're also one of those people whose never done anything worth damning in their entire life. You're so kind and considerate of him he couldn't even fathom you doing anything wrong. Sometimes he hopes he's still capable of dying just so it could be alongside you, doesn't understand what that means fully though, it's just an ideal.

Likes it when you hold his arm, patting it slightly as you give some feedback on the latest mission. Doesn't understand the point in it but is far from complaining, he enjoys your attention and doting words.

Doesn't like to hold delicate things, like cats he really likes them but has a lingering fear he'd accidentally hurt the small thing. Instead he likes watching you hold these fragile things, pointing to them and you pick them up with a questioning look on your face, he makes a motion for you to scratch it's ears, he's pleased when you do.

(Y'all know like those slime stimboard monkey vids💀💀)

He considers you to also be delicate, so you'll never catch him making a move to touch you even though sometimes his bones ache to, he's fine with the brief touches you give him he couldn't ask for anything more.

Heisuke

He's also helplessly down bad for you, instead he tries his best to be helpful to you but you always seem to one up him in that area, especially when you let him crash at your place. Like a true angel.

Doesn't bother with pickup lines he's tried them out and they're not really his thing but sometimes he says something so heartmoving you pause all together. When he notices your reaction he's completely oblivious he's successfully shot his shot, "Pfft look at ya face."

Piisuke loves you because he does, it's like their brains are interlinked. The bird will catch small sight of you and immediately rush over to perch itself on your shoulder and snuggle its beak into your cheek, it hurts but how could you say no. Heisuke already knows that whenever his small partner did this you were likely around, so he's walking up to you bashfully and taking Piisuke back (he's secretly setting the two of you up.)

Showers you with compliments and praise likes it's nothing, words of affirmation is definitely one of his top love languages on hopefully getting you to like him back. But the moment you reciprocate, admiring his terrifyingly precise sniping skill he's so flushed and hot and fumbling his words he just has to slap a hand over his mouth. Needs a minute before he's chucking softly, his hands smoothly over the rough build of the artillery as he thanks you.

The forgetful sort but not when it comes to you, suddenly he remembers everything. Sometimes he comes to you to say something he needs to remember because it's so much easier when it's your face and voice he remembers reprimanding him.

Dreams of a soft domestic life with you, maybe, if you like, a kid or two to complete the picture and of course the family pet as Piisuke. Grins stupidly to himself at the idea of how he'd propose to you (you're not even together yet.)

[s1m0nth3swag]

Viktor x gn!reader - fluff | 2.8k Words

reader is academy student

casual friendship to lovers

sweet and sassy vik

set between Acts 1 and 2, season 1

reader crushes on vik and is meant to be an artist

Viktor is working on Blitzcrank bcs that's his son

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Might make a part 2 of this with jayvik x reader because Jayce is a silly guy and would accidentally walk in on reader and Viktor being lovey dovey and be like "me too pls"

Nothing really kept you from just going to bed. It was late - much later than you were used to staying up, anyway - and you had finished your studying for the day. Usually, you’d put on your fluffy pajamas right about now and pass out in your comfy bed, dreaming of future goals and some stupid things that’d sneak their way into your slumber. However, today was not a usual day, in the sense of you having one last thing to do: annoy Viktor. Well, at least that’s what you would probably end up doing, even though that absolutely was not your goal. You wanted the complete opposite, actually. 

You had gotten to know the scientist a few weeks back after both of you had visited a seminar - well, you had been forced by a friend because they hadn’t wanted to go alone, while Viktor had been there on his own accord. It had been a little silly really, you had kept whispering questions to your friend so you could understand whatever the professor was yapping on about and Viktor had gotten visibly annoyed. He had passed you a note after a while, telling you to be quiet or leave. You had wanted to sink into your seat and perish, sending the note back with a long message about how sorry you were. Apparently, that had caught his attention, because he approached you after the seminar, asking about your reason to come if you couldn’t understand the simple basics of it. For a moment you had thought he was making fun of you, but when he asked if you had at least found it interesting, you realised that was just the way he was. 

Somehow, a friendship had formed from that small conversation. Funnily enough, you kept running into Viktor in the halls, striking small conversations with him every now and then, before going about your day. You had started wondering about him at some point, always something along the lines of what he actually did at the academy. He certainly didn’t act like any of the other students, and you had never seen him at another seminar since then. The only facts you knew was that his name was Viktor, that he needed a cane and that he could absolutely destroy anyone with words alone - you had noticed when someone made fun of him for talking to you. 

It’d be an understatement to say that you simply liked Viktor. He was nice to you, different from the other students, like he was actually being serious and not just putting up an appearance. You quite liked his accent too, it somehow lulled you to be calm whenever he spoke - even when he was a little annoyed at you (which happened surprisingly often nowadays, though you knew it was all good on Viktors part). You couldn’t even get started on his appearance, he just looked too ethereal to even be real. 

In short, you were absolutely whipped for Viktor.  

Who could really blame you, with all those reasons to love him? And in your defence, Viktor seemed to quite like your company as well. He had invited you to the lab, after all - which is why you were in this situation in the first place. You could’ve denied the offer, but the thought of meeting Viktor in his lab late at night, all alone, made your brain go haywire and your heart immediately said yes without a second thought. In the end though, you stood right here, in front of his lab, too nervous to go in. What if you said something stupid? What if he secretly hated you and only asked you to come because he wanted to ridicule you? 

You were definitely lost deep in thought for a while, hand raised to knock at the tall doors to the lab, until someone emerged from them, running right into you. “Oh! I'm so sorry, are you alright?” The man asked after having taken a step back. You had seen him before, in the academy, though the two of you had never spoken to each other. You knew his name from your friend - they apparently had had some classes together a few times. “I'm fine. I should be the one who's sorry..” you chuckled awkwardly as you averted your gaze. “I was in your way, sorry.” You then add, smiling up at the other apologetically. “Oh, don't worry about it. I'm Jayce, Jayce Talis. Don't think I've seen you around before?” He chuckles, extending his hand towards you. You shake it, telling him your name in return. “I've just… Well, Viktor invited me, actually..” You speak, unsure if Viktor wanted to let Jayce know that. Maybe this was supposed to be secret? Maybe he'd be ashamed of meeting with you? You quickly shake the thought from your head as Jayce grins down at you. “Well, I'll leave you two to it, then. Have a Good night!” There's something in his eyes that makes you question if you should actually stay, but he holds the lab door open for you, so you just slip past him quickly. 

The inside of the lab was surprisingly dark, only a few lights flickering here and there. One prominent one shone onto Viktor, who was evidently engaged in his work. You stepped over silently, not wanting to disturb him, looking over his shoulder to watch. You understood little of his notes and the small device he was tinkering with, but you liked to see the way his fingers carefully worked, cradling the device with such care that you wished you were in its place instead. “Are you going to say hello or just stand there?” Viktor suddenly hums, and you almost yelp at being caught off guard. “I… I hadn't thought that you noticed me.” You mumble, once again feeling awkward. “I heard your conversation with Jayce.” The other responds, glancing over at you for a moment. “There's chairs over there, if you'd like to sit.” the brown haired then added, quickly pointing towards a small stack of chairs before continuing his work. You trot over there, feeling out of place as you pick one up and carry it beside Viktor. Not too close - as much as you wanted that, you'd probably die of embarrassment. Or worse, Viktor would tell you to back off. You sat down silently, hands in your lap because you didn't know where else to put them. “.. What're you working on?” You question, hoping it wouldn't pull Viktor out of the clear state of focus he was in. “Just some small thing… It'll be part of a bigger project.” He answers. “It's..  a personal project so I don't work on it when Jayce is in the lab.” He adds, looking over at you for a moment.

Your heart jumps a little - he's working on a personal project that he doesn't even show Jayce while you're there. You tell yourself to get your shit together immediately, though. Viktor probably just thinks that you won't snitch on him. “It's actually why I asked you to come here… I'm not good with.. aesthetics, as you'd say, so I was wondering if you could.. make this look more friendly.” He mutters, pushing his notebook towards you. A simple sketch of what seemed to be a robot was lazily thrown onto the page, all kinds of little bits of information written around it. “Blitzcrank..?” You read, looking up at Viktor in question. “The name is uh.. work in progress.” He answers, actually seeming kind of bashful about it. “It's cute. I like it.” You hum, looking closer at the sketch. “Make them look more friendly, huh?” You sigh before looking for a pencil, mumbling a soft thanks when Viktor hands you one. “They're supposed to be for Zaun. Help out and such.” Viktor explains. “I do not want kids to be scared of them.” You find it kind of endearing, really. You’ve known that Viktor is from Zaun himself, it's never made a difference to you, but that he actually wants to help his people in his own way was… cute. “Well, I don't know much about functionality, but going off of your sketch..” you hum, grabbing a piece of blank paper (you prayed that there wasn't any useful stuff on the other side) and made your own little sketch, tweaking Viktors design here and there. “I think this could work. Give them some light colours and they should be fine. Like yellow or something.” You speak, sliding your sketch back over to Viktor alongside his notebook. The other nods, taking a look at your design. “.. yes, this should be fine.” He smiles softly, quickly noting ‘Blitzcrank Design 2’ over your sketch, alongside your name. “You like it?” You ask, feeling a little insecure.

You've never been really proud of any of your work - art has always been more of a silly hobby than something you could be great in.

Viktor hums, nodding slightly as he stashes the paper among the rest of his notes. “I do. Besides, your art is above my potential, I could have never done something like this.” He answers, running a hand through his already messy hair. You get the sudden urge to fix it up, already raising your hand before catching yourself again. You shouldn’t act on a whim with Viktor, he was always so calm and collected, surely he would appreciate it if you were as well. “Is there something on my face?” Viktor sighs, glancing over at you with the softest hint of a grin. “Ah- No. Sorry.” You laugh awkwardly as you quickly rest your hand back in your lap. “I just.. your.. Well, your hair is messy.” You add, pointing at the soft strands - at least you thought they’d be soft, his hair always looked like he took particular care of it. “Fix it up, then. That’s what you wanted, yes?” Viktor chuckles, leaning his head towards you slightly. His words alone make you freeze up, completely caught in shock. It takes you a moment or two before you slowly raise your hand again, carefully carding your fingers through the scientist's hair - it was soft, you noted while fixing up each and every strand. You took your time, wanting to cherish the simple moment while it lasted. God knows Viktor probably would never offer physical closeness like this again. For a while you even considered just not pulling away, especially when Viktor sighed as you softly dragged your fingers over his scalp. Viktor actually leans into your touch, humming softly as you gently massage him, your face flushes at the intimacy of the moment. You have to awkwardly clear your throat so you can get yourself together and pull away, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think that Viktors cheeks had gotten a bit of colour as well. You brush it off, figuring that it was just the lighting. 

The rest of the evening goes by easily, a little small talk as you watch Viktor work, plus he tells you more about his ‘Blitzcrank’ project. It’s nice, really, getting to spend time with him so easily. You liked it, the atmosphere of the lab was surprisingly calming, even though small beeps and cracks from other experiments still startled you from time to time. Viktor didn’t seem to notice, too focused on whatever he was doing - honestly, his focused face was kind of cute… You had to keep yourself from staring multiple times, which definitely made you glad that Viktor was in his own little zone. 

Still, the night had to come to an end - at least for you. Viktor said he’d stay up a little longer, wishing you a good night as you left the lab, a giddy feeling in your stomach as you did. You hoped Viktor had liked it as much as you did, nothing would make you feel worse than if you had completely annoyed him the whole time. 

Luckily, your hopes came real when Viktor asked you to join him in the lab once again a few days later. Jayce would be there, but you seriously didn't care. Nothing mattered when you could spend more of your time with the most interesting person on the planet - you were seriously gone, you actually found yourself daydreaming about Viktor during your classes. It had become awful, you had actually been caught by your Professors multiple times and had been ridiculed for not being mentally present. It was hard to care, though, when the small Viktor in your mind was holding onto your hand and telling you how he'd like to spend the evening with you. 

You found yourself making your way to Viktor's lab once more, a little jump in your step as you hum a soft tune. Nothing could stop you from being absolutely delighted at the premise of getting to watch Viktor work once again. His skilled fingers carefully tending to small devices, his eyes completely focused… Oh you absolutely would go to hell for your thoughts. This time, you didn't wait before slowly pushing the door open, though you did stop in your tracks when Jayce, once again, stood directly in front of you. “Ah! There you are. I thought you'd be too scared to get inside again.” The man grins, though the tease is half hearted. You stumble around your words awkwardly for a second, before Viktors huff saves you. “Leave it, Jayce, we both know you're a lost puppy whenever you get to a new place.” Your saviour hums, and you can't help but chuckle slightly, cheeks already the softest hint of red as you ignore Jayce - who actually pouts as you don't answer his next question - and step towards Viktor. “Hi.” You grin, looking down at what the other was scribbling down. “Hello.” Viktor answers, giving you a small smile. You sit down beside him again - surprisingly, your chair from last time is still there. You wonder if it's just by chance or if Viktor actually left it there for you. “Lovebirds.” Jayce chuckles, earning a soft glare from Viktor. For a second it looks like he's also contemplating throwing a pencil after the other, he decides against it, though. “You are just mad that you cannot land a date, Jayce.” He scowls instead, and it genuinely makes your heart burst. Was this a date? Is this what is Viktors definition of a date is? Was the last meeting a date? Your brain rushed with thoughts and feelings at Viktors simple words, and the lab filled with silence. You noticed that none of the sounds you had perceived the first time were there now - those experiments were probably finished. “...you two don't have to keep back for my sake-” Jayce suddenly says, which now actually earns him a lazily thrown pencil. “Jayce, how about you take a little walk?” Viktor grumbles, his accent a little heavier than usually. “You're no fun.” Jayce sighs, but he actually gathers his stuff and leaves the lab. “... is this a date?” You can't help but ask as soon as the door falls closed. Viktor freezes for a moment, setting his work aside to properly look at you. “I… Well… Yes. I figured you knew that?” He admitted, he actually looked bashful about it. “Was that… not clear?” He then asked, running a hand through his hair. “Viktor, you asked me to spend time with you in your lab.” You answered matter of factly. “Yes, I indeed did that.” “Do you not see the issue?” Viktor thinks for a moment at your question. “Should I have asked you to go out with me? I never quite allow anyone in here - well, Jayce has a mind of his own with visitors…” He mutters. You chuckle slightly at the look on his face - for someone so smart he wasn't being much of a genius right now. “Well, anything would've been better if you had wanted to bring across that this was a date.” You sigh, rubbing your temple slightly as your cheeks flush a heavy red. “I mean, I didn't… I didn't know you thought of it this way…” You add, looking up at Viktor nervously. “... I thought you would know. I had been quite open about my interest in you-” He starts, clearing his throat slightly. “... have I not been?” You shake your head softly. “Not open enough that I noticed. But, for the record, I.. really like that this is a date. And I like that the last one was a date.” You admit, sheepishly resting your hand on his. You almost burst into a fit of nervous laughter when he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Then, am I right to assume that you would like to.. spend more time in the lab with me?” He questions, a small smile on his lips as he looks at you. “Gladly.” You respond, smiling back at him happily. 

[stanlunter]

I don't get the "Mel manipulated Jayce" and "Jayce is easy to manipulate" takes

I mean, yes, she's absolutely good at manipulations, but in relationship with Jayce? I don't remember her manipulating him in this case. Like, what exactly people call a manipulation? There are some definitions, but the one I think actually explains what being manipulative is like says "Manipulative behavior occurs when a person uses controlling and harmful behaviors to avoid responsibility, conceal their true intentions, or cause doubt and confusion. Manipulation tactics, such as gaslighting, lying, blaming, criticizing, and shaming, can damage a person's psychological well-being". And at this point, Mel never harmed Jayce, never tried to avoid any responsibility, never concealed her true intentions and never caused Jayce confusion. Every time she asked him something she was completely honest and never tried to hide her "actual" inventions. There wasn't any, actually. All she ever asked him for was for Piltover, not for her benefit and actually all of these did profit Jayce in the first place. She did get his help and did help him, I don't get how it is a manipulation, when it's literally just an ask for a mutual help??

What's the difference between manipulating and asking? Well, another answer I've found on the internet says "Manipulation is controlling someone; asking someone is giving them a choice". And did Mel ever tried to deprive Jayce of a choice? Well, no, she always gave him an opportunity to make a decision himself. Did she try to persuade him tho? Yes, absolutely. However, persuasion isn't always a manipulation either. The answer on the difference between them I've found says "Persuasion advances the position of all involved. It is a prosocial endeavor that guides the receiver of a message in accepting truth. In contrast, a manipulative appeal is one that if adopted will negatively impact another." And did Mel's actions ever affect Jayce negatively? I don't think so. Like I said before, all Mel's advices were helpful to both of them and Piltover (and their common goal was to make Piltover greater), she never caused actual harm by them to Jayce or anyone else. All she was doing was trying to do the best for everyone, including Jayce.

So none of their interactions was a manipulation. It was ask, advice, persuasion and literally anything but a manipulation.

And what annoys me even more is the way the fandom infantilizes Jayce in this case. I don't know why they think he's stupid and doesn't have his own opinion and can be manipulated by everyone just because he made some mistakes. He was doing what Vi or Mel told him not bc he was so naive to believe them and didn't know what to do, but because he was already agree with them.

Honestly, he never did anything besides what he thought was right. When Heimerdinger asked him to stop his experiments with magic for at least 3 times, did he ever even stop? No. Because he knew what he knew and did thought Heimerdinger was in the wrong and didn't let him destroy his dream.

Like when Vi came and asked him for help, he didn't "get manipulated" by her. Literally some minutes ago he was the one to saying they have to stop Silco by force! It wasn't just Vi's idea, it was something he wanted himself, but couldn't do it without help. And the moment he realized why it was wrong, he went against Vi and didn't even listen to her. That's not what an "easy to manipulate person" acts when you manipulate him.

Same with Mel. First of all, he didn't do what Mel asked when he wasn't agree with her. In s1ep4 when he went to Mel for an advice and she said she wants him to reveal their new technologies, he didn't do this, because he thought Heimerdinger was right this time. Did he start making weapons because Mel asked him for it? No, the only time he decided to make weapons was to defeat Silco and in fact this time Mel literally was saying that it's wrong, yet he didn't listen to her, because he had his own opinion.

In fact, Mel often is the one who listens to Jayce and helps him when he aks for it. She didn't want to help Jayce and Viktor with breaking into the laboratory, but Jayce was the one who convinced her that it will be good for both her and Piltover. We can also clearly see that she didn't want to kick Heimerdinger out of the council, but did it because Jayce was seeking for her support. She wasn't agree with Jayce letting Zaun free at first, but then he convinced everyone it's the right decision and Mel was actually happy for him when everyone in the council agreed. And when he said Mel is the only one he respects and who was right all this time, he doesn't say that because she manipulated him into thinking so. He does so because his experience with Vi showed him that violence isn't an option.

And obviously I'm not saying Jayce is "the evil manipulator". No. The thing is that they're both doing what they believe in and do help each other to reach their goals and help Piltover and Zaun. It's not using and not manipulating, it calls mutual support and help! And I think it's great.

[sugurouge]

— call her my obsession : ghostface! ex boyfriend! endo yamato x f!reader

content warnings! DARK CONTENT, mask kink, slight stalking, hunter/prey, possessive topics, lovesick endo, lots of praise, marking, biting, public sex, pet names (doll, good little thing/ thing, darling, bunny, princess, sweetheart, he rambles), dubcon, yandere themes, slight strangling&asphyxiation, hair pulling, remnants of conditioning, toxic relationship, cunnilingus, rough sex, manhandling

summary: endo would do anything to please. even if you have scratched him out of your life months ago, he would never give up on the person he loves that easily. when will you learn that he lives to make you happy? maybe if he brings your wildest fantasies to life, you will let him in again. in the end, he is nothing but hopelessly devoted to you

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It all began at a silly Halloween party. You showed up dressed provocatively, in a skin-tight black bodysuit and a laughable excuse for cat makeup, topped off with a pair of fake ears. It looked cheap, but in the best way possible, a pair of icy blues noted amused. His brave little bunny hiding in cat clothing.

Throughout the night, you felt his presence, like a chilling gust of wind that had shivers crawl up your spine. Yes, someone was watching you—someone hiding behind a rubber white mask. You saw many of said mask that night, but he stood out. The tight fitting black turtleneck, muscular build, gloved hands. Everything made him look too hot to be at this shabby party. 

He knew you were watching him, lusting after him. You were probably halfway gone the moment he first touched you. Strong hands hovered over your hips as you swayed to the playlist's songs. Despite the booming of the music, your pathetic mewl rang through to his very core. The tremble of your glossy lips told him all about the dirty thoughts that were racing through your pretty mind.

Naughty little thing.

How dare you leave him alone on the dance floor after eyefucking him as much as he did you? You were an open book, playing hard to get like the princess you are as your heels carried you through the crowd. Yet, that longing gaze over your shoulder was all he needed to keep following you. He could almost smell your arousal. The thought of your wet pussy made him salivate, made him miss everything you two once had even more. Sharp canines dig into his bottom lip to keep him grounded. 

He had to focus; he couldn’t lose you now. 

Not when you finally made it outside the abandoned house, moonlight casting you in an ethereal glow, making you look like an angel.

But where are you taking him? Why are you so certain he’ll follow you? 

With only one goal in mind, your feet follow the pathway until you reach the edge of a little forest. You can’t help the curiosity that screams at you to just give all this a try. Those scenes in horror movies that make you unconsciously press your thighs together, make you bite your nails until your old company pointed out your adorable reactions. It was embarrassing back then, realising that such twisted scenes turn you on, and even more so, the wish to be chased for once. You never expected this to actually happen. 

So this is all your own fault. Because of your stupid social media and movie obsession. What kind of idiot would actually want to play catch in the woods with fucking Ghostface? With a stranger of all things. Your ancestors would be so disappointed. 

The forest looms ahead, dark and foreboding, each shadow seeming to stretch out, eager to swallow you whole. Your breath quickens, heart pounding in your chest as you venture deeper. The moonlight barely pierces the dense canopy above, casting eerie patterns on the forest floor.

It all seemed like child’s play, until actual fear settles in your bones. Until your heels make your escape harder, getting stuck in the dirt or caught on roots again and again. The game has turned dangerous, as adrenaline surges through you. The echo of your pursuer's footsteps grow louder, closer.

He teases you with the cracking of branches beneath his heavy footwear, he must have an easy time stalking behind. “Sweetheart, where are you bringing me?” His raspy voice rings through the trees, as clear as if he were to stand right behind you—looming above your smaller frame like a starved wolf. Your mind races, torn between the intoxicating excitement and the creeping terror as a whimper seems like your pathetic answer to his question. You have fantasised about this moment, but reality is far more intense. The fear is real, and so is the man chasing you. “I thought you wanted to play with me as much as I wanna play with you, bunny~” 

How dare you try to get away from him?

Maniacal laughter echoes through the woods as Endo watches you stumble through the dark, refusing to speak with him, you seem unable to think. Are you really that scared? "Stop trying to run from me," he warns, impatience starting to lace his voice. "You were such a good little thing, got me all riled up. Now let me catch my reward."

The forest seems to close in around you, shadows dancing and whispering secrets as you desperately search for a way forward. But the footsteps of your pursuer only grow louder, the sound of leaves crunching underfoot mixing with your staggered breaths. Endo revels in the chase, the joy of witnessing your fear, and the promise of what comes next.

"I want the woods to hear your pretty moans, all for me," he nearly moans the words as he tears off the Ghostface mask to see better. His crazy blue eyes lock onto you, the moonlight illuminating his face, twisted with a mix of lust and madness all for you to see. 

You stumble upon the initial scare, heart pounding wildly in your chest. How? Why? Out of all the people in the world. “No backsies~” Endo warns, as you lose sight of him in the trees. Anyone, anyone but him. You hide behind a tree, eyes heavy from the tears you were fighting back now spilling free. The forest, once a place of curiosity for your dark fantasies, feels like a trap. And Endo is closing in on you. 

It’s an eerie atmosphere as silence holds your body still like a ghostly embrace. You are too scared to speak, move, or look. You should really be on the lookout for your surroundings, but your eyes remain tightly shut, tears seemingly unending as they ruin your makeup and taint your cheeks.

The stillness is unbearable.

Until Endo reaches you. His strong frame overwhelms you in an instant. Somewhere along the way he rid himself of the constricting sweater, freeing his heated skin to let his signature tattoos greet you. The sudden proximity of his body wraps a blanket of intense, nearly unbearable heat, around you. It battles the stark contrast of the chill that clings to your body. His hand grasps into your hair recklessly, yanking you back until you have no choice but to stumble into his broad chest. The tattoos that snake along his arms are suddenly around your neck, his fingers pressing into the delicate skin to successfully constrict your breath.

Endo hums cheerfully, much unlike the given situation, his sugary voice vibrates against your ear as he whispers, "Found ya!" The sweetness of his words contradicts sharply with the crude actions that follow as he presses you against a tree, his teeth bruise your shoulder before he nibbles along your neck.

His canines break your skin with ease as his nails dig into your hips, to perfectly hold you in place. You feel your body break beneath his strength, effortlessly being handled like Endo's favourite toy when he arches you into the tree, your ass out for his cock to rut against while he abuses your skin, littering it with love bites. "Fuck me, you smell so good, pretty thing," he murmurs while shamelessly inhaling your scent, just as sweet as he remembers. “I’ve missed you so much, you can’t imagine…”

Deep, raspy moans of your name and filthy mumbles are a haunting symphony of his deep love. 

He can no longer contain his excitement. The need to have you, to feel you, to taste you again reigns over him. Endo's large hands run along your outer thighs before moving to the insides to let his fingertips tease your overly sensitive skin. Greedily, he cups your pussy in his palm, his fingers brushing against your clit through the fabric. Oh, he loves how much you leak because of him. He has no other choice but to rub in just how much your body reacts to him. 

You fulfil Endo. The pathetic cry that escapes your lips? Heavenly. The plea of his name? Delicious. And the nimble fingers trying to push against his strong hand? "Fuck, you’re so cute," Endo whispers in a most lovesick way possible.

But enough playing around. Enough hiding from him. Endo focuses back onto the task ahead, onto the flimsy bodysuit you’re wearing. Which is, by the way, so easy to tear, to conquer what he needs, just like that: His fingertips dig into the fabric between your thighs and the harsh ripping sounds have you jolt awake, have you pull away from his grasp like a spoiled brat—he hates brats.

"Stop putting up a fight," he murmurs, "You asked for this." The sharp sting in your scalp is a brutal reminder of your place as Endo yanks your hair once more, pulling you back into his grasp. Your head rests on his shoulder, his crazed gaze locking onto your widened eyes, fear evident in your pretty pupils. Two fingers pump deeply into your cunt, scissoring your walls to prepare you for his own twisted desires. "Look at you, clinging to my fingers like a cockhungry little monster," he chuckles, relishing in his own words and your ashamed reaction as you struggle to maintain eye contact. 

"Why don’t your pretty lips beg for me as well?" he whispers into your ear before his teeth graze your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. "Beg for me to fuck you out in the open. Beg for me, come on, pretty girl, I need you to tell me how desperate you are for me right this fucking moment." His eyes widen with excitement, a manic grin spreading across his face, making him appear almost unhinged—yet, to you, insanely hot? 

His maniacal love brings back memories you repressed. No matter how sick his affliction was, it filled you like nothing else. And now that he’s back, Endo will make sure he never messes that up again.

This is all you wanted, isn’t it? The hunt, the chase, the inevitable claim of the prize. You nod quickly, lips pressed tightly together before they part again, though you can’t stop grinding against him like an animal in heat. "Please, fuck me, take me, I’m all yours, you won, I really, really wanna—" Your pleas are cut off by a high-pitched moan as he thrusts a third finger into you. Your eyes roll back from the intense stimulation, but a sharp spank to your arse drags you back to reality.

"Didn’t say it was enough—go on," Endo urges, his eyes searching your face, desperate for praise. "Can’t think of anything but getting fucked by you tonight. Please, please, please, I need you!" Of course you do. And he needs you just as badly. He knows you so well, knows exactly how to make your sharp tongue forget how to form words, how to make you chant his name like a prayer. The sounds falling from your lips fuel his madness, his eyes frantically searching yours for every scrap of affection you can offer him in this obscene display.

Your back meets the rough bark of a tree as Endo lifts your legs effortlessly, placing them on his shoulders as he kneels before you like a man devoting himself to his goddess. You barely have time to catch your breath before his mouth is on your pussy, his head buried between your thighs as he laps at your folds with fervour. His tongue, hot and insistent, drags along your puffy lips before pushing against your throbbing flesh, circling your clit with maddening precision. His groans vibrate through your body, and you clench your thighs around his head, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging violently at the roots—just the way he loves it. He savours the shivers running down his spine, the tightening in his gut, the aching weight in his trousers.

"Fuck, you’re driving me insane, doll," he moans into your pussy, his teeth grazing your clit until you jerk, too sensitive yet craving more. You could never get enough of him. Why did you even bother breaking up with him?

"‘M so close, can’t take more, Ya-Yamato~" You gasp, but he won’t let you falter now. You can take more—just a little more of his love. The pain you cause by pulling his hair only spurs him on, driving him further into his frenzy. Until you’re trembling against him, your legs shaking around his head under the relentless patterns of his tongue circling your clit. Your increased volume drives Endo to the brink of madness.

"God, bunny, you taste so fucking good," he mutters into your folds, the vibrations of his words adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Your moans are like music to him, a symphony he could listen to endlessly. His fingers slide back into you, curling to reach that perfect, gummy spot inside while he devours your slick like a man starved. He pushes you harder against the tree, his free hand roaming your thighs, tearing your bodysuit further apart for easy access to everything he craves.

This is his reward, his obsession—his twisted love made flesh. And you, trembling and whimpering under his touch, are exactly where you belong.

You’re rutting against his face, pulling him deeper into your pussy, thighs squeezing around him, muffling his groans as your moans echo through the dead forest. Just as the crest of your release approaches, he suddenly pulls away, and your feet land on the ground. His palm meets your puffy cunt with a sharp, stinging slap, pushing you over the edge with a burst of pain. You tumble into his strong chest, fully engulfed in Endo, surrounded and protected by him as you come undone in the palm of his hand.

"Good little thing, playing so well with me tonight," he murmurs, his voice a mix of praise and possessiveness. "You deserve to be fucked until your legs give out, leaving a trail for all the perverts to lick up on your way home." He inhales your scent deeply, arms holding you steady as you teeter on the edge of consciousness. You’re halfway gone, lost in the aftermath of your release, so it’s no surprise you don’t register the sound of his zip being undone.

Endo manoeuvres you like his personal plaything, turning you around with a practised ease. A flat hand between your shoulder blades pushes you forward, but he doesn’t let you fall. He’ll always hold his princess up. His biceps flex as he snakes an arm around your waist, positioning you perfectly to slide his needy cock inside you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, drowning himself in your scent as he thrusts deeply, each push driving you forward in his embrace. Your body jerks with the impact, on the verge of giving out.

"You wanted this," he reminds you, his breath staggered, drawing out each word as he battles his own exhaustion. "You know I’ll make any of your wishes come true, no matter how fucked up." Another harsh thrust nearly drives you into the tree, but Endo pulls you back, refusing to let you drift too far from him. He will always hold you as close as possible. "I’d do anything for you," he rambles, his voice thick with devotion. His brows furrow in concentration as he leans back, his eyes raking over your subdued form.

His hands grip your upper arms, his thighs spreading you open as his hips bounce against the soft flesh of your arse. He’s so close—so fucking close. Mumbled adorations spill from his lips, "My perfect girl," and hushed "I love you"s pouring into your fucked-out mind. He doesn’t mind your muted responses; not when your walls clamp around his cock with every word of praise. His beloved is tired, after all. "Gonna cum inside ya, fuck, I’m so close," he groans, his breath ragged, moans raspy. The heat of his breath and the drops of sweat the only sensations grounding you while he fucks you with growing desperation.

Endo's movements slow down for him to only grind into you once his neediness makes a return. "Let me hear it again, pretty thing, tell me." His voice is a desperate pant, needing your words to anchor him. Perfectly conditioned, you remember what makes him fall apart in the palm of your hand. No matter the bile biting your throat upon the messy memories you hold for him, you give him what he needs. "I-I love you, Yamato, I love you, can you cum for me, please?" you pant, your voice trembling.

His eyes roll back, a near-maniacal grin spreading across his face as his head falls back to gaze at the bright moonlight above. "Don’t have to ask me twice, doll," he promises, and with a final thrust, he finally lets go, freeing himself from the pent-up need that consumed him.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[sirhamburrger]

rev up! - rocket league with the bllk boys

ᯤ feat. rensuke kunigami, reo mikage, tabito karasu, sae itoshi  ᯤ tags/cw: all characters are aged up, they all hate the game to some degree except for reo he loves it ᯤ a/n: in case you don't know, rocket league is a game in which you play simplified soccer as a car. this is barely x reader anymore LOL i was just inspired watching my kid brother play and rage today || dividers by @cafekitsune part 1 [minecraft ver with the other main boys]

rensuke kunigami:

ᯤ expects it to be like a normal football game at first. that is, until you explain the rules of rocket league - that there are basically no proper rules at all ᯤ he’s actually kind of appalled that you have to play one to four aside instead of eleven, and each match is only three minutes long ᯤ “offside! did you see that? that was clearly offside!” ᯤ (you, trying to stifle your laughter) “ren… there is no offside…” ᯤ he keeps playing it just to make you laugh but quits after two weeks ᯤ preferred game mode: hoops (because at least it’s not soccer he’s defiling)

reo mikage:

ᯤ is pretty good with a controller - he is nagi’s best friend, after all ᯤ he takes out his anger on the game. ramming into the other players’ vehicles, demolishing them mid-skirmish, pushing his own (bad) teammates out of the way to score goals ᯤ gets really good after a while and even starts streaming with nagi ᯤ as mentioned earlier he hates when the teammates he gets matched up with are really bad (that’s when the profanities come pouring out 🤗) ᯤ but he’s so good that he gets at least a five-point lead in every single game anyway ᯤ preferred game mode: classic 3v3, occasionally snow day (with the ice hockey puck)

tabito karasu:

ᯤ he constantly gripes about every single thing that he thinks is wrong with the game. ᯤ “why do i always get matched up with opponents who play together on the same xbox?? they can communicate that’s not fair” ᯤ (after an opponent knocks him out of the way) “ref! ref, that was definitely a foul. don’t tell me ya don’t think that’s a foul.” (there is no ref) ᯤ once he got yukimiya and otoya to play with him against rin, shidou and nagi  ᯤ and they won because rin, as previously established, has the gaming skills of a centenarian. not even nagi could save his team from demise ᯤ but he’s always nice to you when you play with him :) ᯤ preferred game mode: heatseeker

sae itoshi: 

ᯤ loathes the game with all his heart. his gaming reflexes are pretty decent but he thinks the game is stupid and an insult to soccer. (“you're never going to be able to play soccer with cars.”) ᯤ regularly challenges rin to 1v1s. rin never refuses and seeing his brother lose so spectacularly fuels sae’s ego ᯤ he got twitter and insta and tiktok just so he can clown the game. his angry rants on car soccer rack up hundreds of thousands of views in mere hours. rocket league reaches out to him for a sponsorship deal. sae’s manager makes him say yes. ᯤ preferred game mode: he hates the game, didn’t you know? if he had to choose though it would probably be classic 3v3. b-but it’s not like he likes it or anything!!

bllk masterlist || general masterlist

© sirhamburrger 2024

[dilatorywriting]

I feel we are all super mean to the reader with Siren Vil??? Are they actually stupid or is it just that they can’t understand what’s going on? Which is kinda valid considering their situation?

I mean it has to be hard for them, right? Not only do they have trouble communicating with THEIR world since they are almost 100% deaf, but then you have the extreme cultural differences of trying to communicate with someone who exists in what is basically from a completely DIFFERENT world (part of your world reference anyone?).

I just feel like, while they may not be a genius or anything, it’s kind of mean to be expecting them to know what’s going on when they have so much working against them. We’re calling them stupid for not understanding that the necklace was a courting gift and that the siren would come back for them… why would they think that?

They could tell the necklace meant more to the siren than they thought it should have and it made the siren more friendly, but why would that equate to what is basically marriage and never leaving them behind? And the reader knows the siren wants to get back to his pod really badly. While they became friends and got attached, that wouldn’t mean he would come back to help the reader. Of course the reader is going to see a ship and try to get off of where they were marooned.

As dumb as the reader CAN be sometimes (like when they took a bite of the cooked crab without removing its shell 🤦‍♀️) I really don’t think they’re THAT stupid. They’re just… on the level of someone who was probably an uneducated kid when they snuck aboard a pirate ship and never looked back and now they’re an adult. You mentioned in one chapter I believe that Riddle taught them to read I think? Or something?

I LOVE this story, don’t get me wrong. At all. Ever. I adore it.

The fact that I’m even here hanging out on the author’s blog shows how much I love it - and your other writing. I guess it’s just been getting to me a little how we all seem to slam Siren Vil’s reader so much. Maybe I’m just making mountains out of molehills. Maybe you’re just being sarcastic and I’m missing the cues because I’m neurodivergent and I do that sometimes. If so I’m sorry.

To end on a good note, I’m really happy you’re back and are doing better. I know how much brains can suck. If your demons are too mean to you, just send Reaper Rook after them. He’ll take care of them for you, I’m sure of it! 💚🖤

I think it’s mostly said out of love, like how when you pick up a cat to give it cuddles and call it a stinky lil garbage gremlin even though you would die for that creature. The Reader in this is someone I try to write as having inconsistent levels of intelligence. Great planner, great at setting goals and reaching them, but TERRIBLE emotional intelligence all around. Not just in Siren Language. Just overall is blind to a lot going on around them. And yes, the added layer of communication difficulties certainly don’t help, but this is a reader I fully see as one who even *if* they had super sight, hearing, and intellect would still be missing the point of things simply because they’re stubborn in their perception and lock onto that One Thing rather than being willing to see the bigger picture. Even when the evidence is staring them right in the face. Which is why we lovingly call them a big ol doofus.

[miquellaluciscaelum]

Spoilers Elden ring DLC

Thoughts about Miquella's and Ranni's destinies.

I came across a video in Tiktok about how Ranni never had a good relationship with Golden twins because of Miquella's manipulativeness and his ability to enchant people. Well, first of all, this is stupid. We don't know what kind of relationship Ranni and Miquella had, but they definitely weren't full of hatred for each other, on the contrary, there are much more hints that they had some kind of connection, maybe even worked together on their goals.

But this is half of the trouble, in the comments people, as always proved that faith in humanity is absolutely in vain. The best you could hear there was, of course, that Miquella was just manipulating people and that he was the main villain of the story, which we were told from the beginning in the description of the branch. It went on to speculate, or even claim, that Miquella was definitely manipulating everyone around him, especially Malenia and Godwyn (unbelievably how brothers and sisters who for a long time only had each other in an unfriendly and dangerous world, where being different or deviating from the general line meant being an outcast, could sincerely love and understand each other? and of course no way Godwyn could love and cherish his brothers and sisters because he had once lost his younger brothers and did not want to lose these too).

But the funniest and scariest thing for me, actually the thing that pissed me completely off and made me write this post is that people are seriously so praising Ranni. In comments of the video, where they're condemning Miquella’s actions, they’re saying how cool Ranni is. Fuck, seems like nothing in these people’s heads works? I have nothing against Ranni, she is a character with a cool story, motivation, her quest is one of the most interesting in the game, and the ending is one of the most memorable and cinematic. But it’s so hypocritical. Ranni was literally the one who brought all shit into the fan, the Shattering was caused by her, she orchestrated the murder of a member of the royal family with a terrible weapon, the influence of which spread a literally deadly plague across the land, and blessed Tarnished to do whatever it took to help her, including killing one of her brothers.

The best thing to say is that Miquella and Ranni are worth each other when it comes to "the ends justifies the means". But I don’t see the point in saying which one is better or worse, who is kinder or nobler, who has pursued what goals. For me personally, the whole point of Ranni and Miquella is how their stories ended. Because when Ranni succeeded, Miquella lost, but why? They both did some very shady shit, manipulated, killed, etc. but Ranni got what she wanted while Miquella didn’t. I personally think it’s selfishness. There’s a healthy ego and ambition in Ranni. There’s ambition in Miquella too, after all, he is empyrean but the huge difference is that Ranni has all of her ambitions focused on herself. She sacrifices herself, yes, she literally kills her own body, but that’s the sacrifice she was willing to make, just as much as she was willing to give to get rid of the influence of the Great will. Her soul, her heart, her will, her faith and her principles, they all remain the same from beginning to end, she does not sacrifice her personality, she does not change course, even when faced with difficulties or losses in her way. Because she’s doing it for herself first. Ranni does not aim to save the world or make it a better place, or to help all the poor and sick. Her motivation may be the desire of power, revenge for the fate of her mother, hatred for the Golden order - all that you want and all those reasons are deeply selfish.

Miquella doesn’t want to change the world for himself. He thinks about his sister, about his brother, about the people he’s taken under his protection. He wants to create a better world for them. And this is the point. He’s very altruistic and sacrificial. When it comes to sacrificing himself for the greater good, he does it without a hesitation, but if Ranni gives only what she is allowing to give, Miquella gives everything. And it is a mistake, his biggest mistake. He was thinking about everyone else except himself. Pushed himself too far and eventually lost himself completely. He threw away everything that had made him him, on his way to the top and there was nothing left in the end. No heart, no soul, no love, no kindness. How can you create a kind world if there’s nothing kind left in you?

That’s the key point, because he’s changing the world with his kindness and compassion because he’s capable of it. But when he dropped it, it just didn’t make any sense. I think at the end he was nothing more than an empty shell of a man who had only a phantom target on the horizon, he doesn’t remember what he was doing all this for or nobody who he left behind. He chose the path of absolute self-sabotage and this could not have been successful in any way under the circumstances. If Miquella had become a god, he would have simply become new Marika and continued the cycle. By abandoning himself, Miquella became part of this vicious circle and cruel world. His kindness and compassion were very things that made him special and gave him the power to change the world around him.

I think that’s why Saint Trina asks us to kill Miquella. Free him from the cage of divinity and grant him forgiveness. To me, it looks as if Miquella himself asked us to kill him (she is literally a being born out of his discarded parts), because somewhere deep inside, when he had not gone too far, he understood the wrongness of the way, that was chosen, he wanted forgiveness for all that was done, but he had no way back, nothing to go back to.

In the end:

Ranni, being selfish and purposeful, succeeds and breaks the vicious circle, takes away the Golden order and leaves the world that she does not care much about to recover on its own.

Miquella, being altruistic and compassionate, tries to change the world and the cruel system, but completely loses himself and his goal along the way, becomes part of a vicious cycle of senseless cruelty and dies.

Could he have succeeded? Yes, I believe that. He could have succeeded, but not as a god. At least not as someone who would have taken Marika’s place. In fact, the divinity through the Elden ring and the Divine gate are no different, Marika was on both ends and we all know what have happened to her. I believe that Miquella could have achieved so much more without being a god, without becoming a part of this vicious circle. He had already achieved more than anyone could have imagined with his tree, with the Unalloyed gold, against the Outer gods, and he was not god all this time. If he had found a way to break his curse, if he had been able to do it as he had planned through  Haligtree, history would have gone a whole different way.

To me, he was not and will not be the villain of this story. He’s just another victim, from a long list of suffered the cruelty and injustice of the Elden Ring world.

[dtilmnh]

Alright, let's be fucking for real here. The only reason that Peter gets as much hate as he does is because he's not conventionally attractive. He's ragged on constantly, belittled, made fun of, and hated on by everyone. And don't get me wrong, I hate Peter for what he did too, but the way the fandom treats Peter is not only so over the top and ridiculous, but also so hypocritical.

Like y'all are gushing over fucking Barty Crouch Jr who tortured Neville's parents to insanity, was as much a part of rebirthing Voldemort as Peter was, and was literally fucking 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 with the racist, genocidal maniac. But no, he's just "misunderstood", don't you know he has daddy issues? And Peter? Oh, Peter's the devil in rat form.

Peter is ostracised, ignored, and bullied by the authors and the other characters in almost every fanfiction. Half of the time he's just straight up ignored, he's barely mentioned in passing, and he's excluded from the fanarts. If he's included, he's hated on or dismissed in all the fanfictions, and in fanart he's almost always in rat form curled up somewhere where he can be easily ignored and people can focus on the other, far more attractive Marauders (and non-Marauders).

Peter is just a weak, stupid, irritating person that no-one actually wants around but puts up with for... reasons. He was never a "real" Marauder anyways, he was just in the background and out of frame while the others starred. The Marauders? That's James, Sirius, Remus, Regulus, Lily, and a slew of other characters that never even show up in the books. Oh look, and there's Peter tagging along too! That's the fandom portrayal of him anyways.

This could not be further from the truth. He was their friend. Do you really see James or Sirius choosing to hang around someone whose company they don't truly enjoy? Do you really think they're the types to keep someone around out of pity? Peter was their friend, their brother, their trusted. Hell, Sirius literally trusted him more than he trusted Remus (the Wolfstar shippers won't like that, will they?).

My point is that this wouldn't be his portrayal is he 𝘸𝘢𝘴 conventionally attractive. Fans would probably take him down the "morally grey characters" pipeline, give him a tragic backstory, characterise him as someone talented, cunning, and calculating (which he was). Now, would their attempts at providing complexity to his character fall as flat as every fanon version of every Marauders character and end up completely unrecognisable and ooc? Probably, yes. But let's be honest, that's happening to him anyways.

Peter Pettigrew is an extremely hateable character, because he's a bad person. Considering the number of straight up evil characters the fandom manages to feel sympathy for, Peter's treatment is blatant hypocrisy. He's not hated for betraying James and Lily, for framing Sirius, for 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 (the twelve Muggles, Bertha Jorkins, and Cedric Diggory). He's hated for the crime of being "ugly".

Not to mention, according to fans he's weak and stupid but also somehow a master manipulator and evil since the day he was born. He entered Hogwarts with the Dark Mark already on his wrist and got close to the others for the sole purpose of betraying them later (this is an exaggeration, but you get my point).

Make Peter a complex, morally grey character, with real feelings and emotions. Give him relationships, and dreams, and goals, and motivations. Give him hobbies and interests, give him character traits, give him skills. For the love of God, Merlin, or whatever ineffable deity you pray to, can you please just give Peter Pettigrew a fucking personality, and stop excluding him from every fanfiction, fanart, or other headcanon you make.

[justaticklishdeer]

Off the Air

some fluffy radiostatic before they broke terms or friendship or whatever word count: just under 4.3k

tw/cws: tickling, a little swearing (that's all I can think of)

switch vox, switch alastor

It was a late night up in the Vee Tower. Alastor and Vox were laying on the floor, papers and notebooks laid in front of them. Alastor was laughing because of some stupid joke Vox had made. Vox smiles fondly at him. The deer had the purest, most wholesome laughter. He could get used to it. Moonlight filtered through the window in the corner of the room, bathing the two in a soft, silvery glow. Vox's screen brightness turned down a little. 

Alastor scribbles something down on a paper, sketching out a messy building in his own unique style. Vox watched intently as Alastor drew a somewhat scribbly radio setup, complete with a microphone for both him and Vox. 'Look! See, you'd broadcast here, and then I could joke with you--it could be like--like a talk show!' Alastor's talking was over excited and hyper.

Vox simply smiled at him, all fond. He pointed to a certain spot on the radio, playfully stealing Alastor's pencil and drawing a bench on the paper. "So we can sit.'

"No, no, you draw it like this--' Alastor took Vox's hand, guiding the movements into drawing it properly. He would playfully swat Vox when the other wouldn't cooperate with him. 'Hold your hand still--Vox! Quit it.' Alastor finished 'drawing' it--well, assisting--then sat back with a smile. He picked up a paper of a rough sketch that he thought looked bad, crumpled it up, and threw it across the room. It bounced off Alastor's coat that was hanging off a chair. Alastor rolled his eyes and went back to his other sketch.

Vox leaned over to stare at the sketch. He stared at the way Alastor’s hands moved when he did his little drawings and wrote things. It was almost…attractive. Alastor hadn’t noticed his friend staring yet. Vox had no idea why Alastor had such a hold on him like this. He had never felt so pulled to someone. Alastor glanced back at him, rolling his eyes fondly. He knew how stupidly infatuated Vox seemed to be with him. It always amused the deer just to play into Vox’s odd staring spells. 

‘Vox. Vox! Vox, are you even–’ Alastor chucks a pencil at the television demon, snorting when it hits and bounces off Vox’s antenna. ‘I–what? Oh! Right, yes, I am.’ Vox snaps out of his trance. Scooting so he could be right next to Alastor. He felt his screen heat up a little, probably showing off a light blue blush. 

‘What even goes on in this stupid head of yours?’ Alastor asks, putting both hands on either side of Vox’s box-like television head. He giggles to himself when he achieves the goal of getting Vox more flustered. ‘You–you’d be surprised, Alastor. I can actually, you know, come up with plans,’ he answers. Alastor shakes his head with an exasperated look, shoving Vox playfully. 

He sat back to take his boots off, revealing deer hooves. Alastor placed the boots next to the chair that had his jacket hanging from it. The Radio Demon sat back down on the floor in a kneeling position over all the sketches and notebooks. He didn’t see Vox move at all, so he assumed he was still ‘recovering’ from the playful push.

But Vox? He was utterly fascinated by the hooves that were revealed. The fur around them was a dark ebony, meanwhile the hooves and dewclaws themselves were a crimson red. His eyes fixated on the rough-looking texture of the hooves contrasted with the soft fur around them. He just wanted to reach over and dig his claws into the fur and pet the hooves and make Alastor all flustered. That would show him.

Although he doubted that would ever happen.

Alastor noticed the staring and shifted his weight so he could pull his legs underneath him to better hide the hooves. ‘Don’t stare like that. They aren’t all that special. I’m sure some other demon around here has them too.’ He could almost feel Vox’s smile directed at him. ‘Vox. I am so serious right now, if you think they’re some kind of thing to idolize, you’re a bit insane in the head, my friend.’

Vox looked bewildered at the almost irritated tone in Alastor’s voice. “What? No no no, they’re pretty! The way the fur looks! Hooves are so cute for such a scary little demon like you!’ He slips a bit of baby talk into the end of the sentence, making Alastor snort. 

“Most demons have them, Vox.’

“I know. But yours are pretty.’ Vox frowns a little at Alastor’s seemingly self-deprecating tone. ‘The hooves make me feel like some innocent creature trying to be more than something he actually is.’ 

‘That’s not–no. The hooves help you be more powerful in a way–I’m sure the deer traits account to being able to move quickly and efficiently.’ Alastor looks at him with a slight nod. ‘I suppose. You’re too kind, Vox.’ Alastor goes back to the sketch. Vox leaned in as if to hug him, but instead earned another playful shove. Instead of just taking it, Vox lunges at Alastor and tackles him. The two go tumbling down in a fit of laughter and playful insults. 

The pencil cluttered from Alastor’s hand as they wrestled. Vox stares down at how giggly Alastor had gotten. Clearly the deer wasn’t used to being able to be playful around someone. He gazes down at how adorable the fawn looked. A genuine smile on his face for once. Alastor struggles to push Vox off, then his wrists get pinned above his head. 

A nervous laugh escapes him, and it luckily went unnoticed by the absolute buffoon on top of him. Vox cooed and scratched gently under Alastor’s chin just to tease and mess with him. Alastor giggled softly, and could feel the deer tail underneath him trying to wag. Another thing that went unnoticed by Vox. Alastor managed to yank a hand out of Vox’s grip and grabbed Vox’s arm in a slight panic.

‘Awh, what’s the matter? Can’t handle that I’m in control?’ Vox gently grabbed Alastor’s face to make the deer have eye contact with him. Vox laughs and teases Alastor as he notices a light pink spreading across Alastor’s cheeks. ‘Is someone a nervous little buck? Hm?’ Vox made a television static noise as Alastor mustered up the strength to shove him off. ‘You are insufferable.’ Alastor sat back down near his sketches.

‘And you’re the one who chose to come up and hang out with me to draw little pictures because you got bored,’ Vox shot back. Alastor mutters some insult under his breath, then quips, ‘And sometimes I wonder why I even made that decision to begin with. They also aren’t just little pictures. They are sketches for a radio tower plan–like a talk show! We’ll broadcast all over hell and we could do insane little things, like killing demons, getting souls sold to us, or just…talking, I suppose.’

One of Alastor’s shadowy tendrils retrieved the pencil back to his hand. He went back to adjusting the bench drawn earlier. Alastor felt a certain someone lean on him from behind, arms wrapping around him. Essentially a hug from behind. Claws settled on his stomach and he involuntarily tensed up. Flinching a little. 

Vox interpreted the flinch as pain, so moved his hands up to Alastor’s sides. Same reaction, so he settled for just leaning on Alastor and having his hands leaning on the floor instead. An odd position, but it worked. Alastor was just happy Vox was a bit too dense to connect the dots that the flinches meant he was ticklish. Vox teased him, ‘You’re so tense. Are you sure you don’t need a massage or something?’

He reaches up to massage Alastor's shoulders, earning another flustered squeak and denial of needing it. ‘Stop it! You are something else, I swear.’ He labels the things in the sketch–a microphone, bench, all the dials, and then adds the minor details. ‘I need–oh! Thank you.’ Vox seemed to have read his mind as he was handed a pen to ink over the pencil sketch. 

Vox looked up at Alastor’s deer ear. Scritching it gently just to see what kind of reaction he could pull from him this time. The squeak that came from the little buck was absolutely priceless. Alastor scrambles back as Vox stands up with a shit eating grin. The radio host squeaks again. It was so uncharacteristic of him. ‘Al. Why are you being so skittish?’ Vox asks–both teasing and genuine. 

Alastor stared back in amusement and bewilderment. ‘You could be trying to attack me! Hurt me! I don’t know of your twisted intentions, and I never know what you plan to do to me, you absolute buffoon!’ Vox noticed Alastor kept a certain distance from him. He knelt down. Staring and being all fond toward the nervous deer. After a moment, Alastor stood up, hooves clicking on the hardwood floor as he sat back down. 

His hooves were on full display. He hadn’t tucked them underneath him. Vox approaches with a sort of caution to him. It was more of a fascinated child, though. He wanted so badly to reach out and touch the hooves. Surely a little prod couldn’t be too harmless? There was the risk of the deer deciding to quite literally murder him. It was worth the risk. 

Vox reached over and took one of Alastor’s hooves in his hand. Alastor whips around, half rolling as he pulls his leg back. Vox keeps a firm but loving hold. ‘What? I can’t admire these pretty little hooves?’ He drags a glowing claw down the hoof, earning a choked noise. Alastor kicks, nearly making contact with Vox’s head. Vox catches his leg, holding both of them down. Alastor manages to hold composure, simply staring at Vox in both confusion and annoyance.

‘Let go.’ Alastor pulls his legs back somewhat–Vox lets him. ‘But why? I’m simply studying how they look.’ A claw scratches at the split in Alastor’s hoof. The deer lets out a strangled noise and fully yanks his hooves from the grasp of the mildly irritating demon. ‘Would you quit that?’ Alastor hisses. More playful than anything. 

Vox felt a jab to the ribs. He squeaks softly and scoots back. Alastor smiles, setting the pencil down on his sketch. ‘Are you–’ ‘No!” Alastor climbed on top of Vox. Who instantly began to blush from the close proximity. ‘I think you are.’ 

Vox tried to play innocent. ‘I’m…what? You’re sitting—you’re on me like I did something wrong. I simply squeaked, it’s a perfectly normal reaction when sta–hahahartled!--’ Vox giggles hard as Alastor drags claws down his ribs. He hadn’t expected for Alastor to actually continue. He was going more for him just ignoring the squeak. ‘Just like it’s a perfectly normal reaction to giggle like a young teenager when I poke at you?’

Vox snorts and turns to the side. ‘Shuhut uhup! I’m–nohot giggling!” Alastor rolls his eyes, slowly pushing Vox’s shirt up to expose luminescent, shark gill-like markings on his ribs. Lower ribs, that is. Vox made a noise of surprise. Alastor curiously slid his claws down the markings, earning strangled giggles from the television beneath him.

Vox squirms, trying to get the deer off of him. Although, he wasn’t entirely against Alastor’s claws on his body. Another embarrassing noise escaped him and he managed to roll onto his side a bit. Alastor laughs softly, leaning down to tease him. ‘What’s the matter? Are you ticklish? You’ve never told me! Tickle tickle tickle! Oh, what’s the matter, can’t handle a few claws on your sides?’ Vox laughs loud, then tries to squirm away. Alastor rolls his eyes and sits half across Vox’s back. ‘You really are insufferable. And stubborn.’ 

Vox snorts and giggles hard. “Gehehet off of mehehe!’ Alastor smiles down at him teasingly. “I don’t think I will. I want to test something.’ He tickles down Vox’s sides and waist, making the other jerk away from the touches. Alastor’s hands simply followed the movements so it wasn’t very effective to squirm. Vox snickered as Alastor drilled into his hips. Right on the sides of them. ‘Stahahap it! Awahahay–from thehehere!’ ‘Away from where? Your ticklish little hips?’

Vox makes a screeching noise, his screen glitching out for a moment. ‘Ahah–Ahalastor!’ Vox lazily–but effectively–rolls onto his back. Alastor grunts softly, struggling for a moment to pull his hands out from under Vox. ‘You are such a pest.’ The deer wrestles him back into a relatively restrained position, spidering his claws over Vox’s stomach. Vox squeals and thrashes, arching his back and falling back onto the floor with a cackle. ‘Ahaha–ahah–aHAHALASTOR!’ 

Alastor struggled to stay on top of the struggling demon. ‘Hold–still! Please. It’d make this a lot easier for myself!” Vox protests, flopping weakly onto his side and curling up into a little defensive ball. Alastor sighs softly and scribbles down his exposed sides. ‘Honestly, you’d think you’d have learned not to try to struggle. It really doesn’t get you anywhere.’ 

Vox giggled frantically. Alastor drills into his hips again which earned himself a startled laugh. ‘Okahahay! Gehehet awahahay from mehehe!’ Alastor shakes his head, teasing, ‘Oh, no, my dearest Vox. You don’t get to tell me to get away when I’ve barely started my fun!’ Alastor digs his claws into Vox’s ribs, loving the way the other’s body jerked and static ran through his body. ‘Fa–AHACK!’ “Language!” Alastor gasps in mock offense, squeezing Vox’s hips, earning a startled yelp.

‘I’m nohohoht–t-t-trying to swHEhear!’ Vox protests, flipping onto his side. Alastor took the opportunity to attack Vox’s openly vulnerable ribs, tickling up and down the ribcage. Vox shrieks and goes to grab Alastor. Alastor grabs the wrist that shot toward him and pulls it up above Vox’s head. He leans down to nibble along Vox’s ribs, making the poor demon glitch out for a minute. ‘Aha-AHA–A–Alastohor!’ 

He yanks his arm out of Alastor’s grip, then goes onto his back again. ‘Stahahap ihihit! Thehere is noho need to haharrass-’ 

“Oh, my dear, but there is! You see, you were being quite a nuisance to me so I took it upon myself to tickle it out of you!’ Alastor scribbles along Vox’s waist then his stomach, watching as the television squirmed beneath him. Vox giggled harder at the stupid teasing. 

He reaches a hand up to paw at Alastor, grazing against the deer’s ribs. Alastor instantly stopped the tickling, his body flinching away in the slightest of motions. Of course, Vox just had to notice it. Alastor scrambles backward, already having his smile wider. ‘Vox.’

‘Oh, Alastor…’ 

‘What?’ The deer glared at him. Honestly, the last thing he needed was this pest discovering he was ticklish. Alastor stands up, his hooves clicking slightly. Alastor’s ears twitched ever so slightly–both from nervousness and anticipation. Vox stood up as well, his eyes glancing at Alastor’s ears for a brief moment before he stepped forward. Alastor could feel his tail start to wag–he knew what was coming.

‘Are you ticklish?’ 

‘No!’ 

Vox lunges toward the deer. Alastor didn’t even have time to react. He felt himself be half pulled to Vox, but to be dramatic he threw himself back so Vox fell onto the floor. Vox grunted softly and chuckled low. ‘You know Al, you make this worse for yourself. Because I can just..’ Vox slowly raises Alastor’s arms above his head. He could see the way the little buck squirmed and already started giggling. It made him wonder if someone else did this to Alastor. He hooked Alastor’s arms under his own to make it somewhat easier to use his hands freely. Alastor hissed some protest, but it was ignored. 

Vox places his claws on Alastor’s sides, noting the sharp intake of breath from the other. Alastor squirmed slightly again. He barely started to trace little shapes. Vox noticed the way Alastor’s entire body tensed and the way he was shaking in his grip.

’Awh, is the buck ticklish?’ Alastor shook his head, refusing to even talk for fear he’d let giggles slip out. Vox’s claws drag an agonizingly slow line down the buck’s waist and sides, then back up to the starting point and down again. Alastor actually relaxed because it felt relatively comforting, then Vox’s claws started to wiggle and twitch slightly as the path continued. Alastor squirms with a breathy little giggle. ‘V–Vox. Stop-!’ 

Vox smirks at this, murmuring, “I don’t think I will. You’re ticklish. Don’t even try to hide it, little fawn.’ Alastor blushes at the stupid nickname–he was more used to Rosie calling him pet names, but he would tolerate it from Vox, he supposed. Alastor felt the claws get more insistent, pausing at spots to wriggle and scratch lightly. Alastor’s squirming got more prominent. 

Vox grinned down at the deer as he watched him squirm. God, he was adorable. And based on the reactions from the light tickles, he had a feeling the other was stupidly ticklish. Alastor arched away from the scritching as it got to his lower ribs. ‘S–Stop–stop it-!’ Vox laughed softly, deliberately massaging nice and slow onto the area. “Honestly, you need to stop saying you aren’t ticklish. It’s so stupidly obvious. Have you been tickled before?’ Vox asks as he moves up a rib, noting the squeak and trembling of Alastor’s body as the buck tries to hold in laughter.

Yeah, that would break soon. 

‘You’re not ticklish, huh? Then what is all this effort to hold in laughter for? Because if you weren’t ticklish, you wouldn’t be this tense and shaky about all of it.’ 

It was amusing to the television demon how Alastor was absolutely refusing to laugh–after all, wasn’t it supposed to be part of the whole radio host's charming persona? Alastor’s ears flick and flatten as Vox keeps moving at an agonizingly slow pace up his ribcage. Claws slowly tickling and massaging at the ribs and spaces between. Alastor inhaled sharply, hooves kicking and digging into the floor as a low giggle escaped. 

‘Oh, there you go, baby buck. Just laugh it all out, c’mon. I’m sure your giggles and laughs are the most precious thing ever, aren’t they? You just wanted someone to tickle you silly this whole time, didn’t you?” Vox teased, leaning close to the deer ear. He didn’t miss the soft squeak and the way Alastor instantly went to try to hide his face. God, he was adorable. Vox could do this all day if he wanted to. He gets a little rougher with the tickles, starting to deliberately scritch at his waist at a quicker pace. Alastor’s breathing got more frantic, his body trembling with the effort of keeping the giggles in. 

But where was the fun in tickling someone who refused to laugh?

Vox rolls his eyes, then darts under Alastor’s arms. That finally got through. Alastor burst into static filled laughter. ‘Gehehet–yohohour filthy clahahahaws off of mehehe!’ 

‘Oh. My. God! You are just a preciously ticklish fawn! Yes you are! Yes you are!~’ His hand shot down to pinch at Alastor’s hip, making the Radio Demon squeak and make a poor attempt at curling himself into a little ball of pure giddiness. ‘Stahap–Stahahap it!’ He yanked his arms out of the odd position they were in, squirming himself out of Vox’s lap then grabbing the other demon’s wrists. Vox noted there was absolutely no effort made to push him away. ‘Stop what? You’re going to have to tell me.’ 

With Alastor still clinging to his wrists, Vox darts down to Alastor’s stomach, vibrating his claws rapidly across it. Alastor let out an ungodly screech, before kicking his legs up with a bright laugh. ‘I cahahan’t–dohohon’t!’ Vox wasn’t that stupid. He knew Alastor probably wanted this, needed this, in fact.

The buck had been too tense lately, too stuck up and all attitude with him. It was satisfying to knock down the untouchable demon’s ego down a few pegs. He loved the flustered scarlet blush across Alastor’s cheeks, the way Alastor was squirming beneath him, and the way that Alastor wasn’t even making a strong effort to get away. He slipped his claws under Alastor’s vest and shirt. 

Alastor shrieked and actually made an attempt to get away. ‘Ah, ah, ah. RIght here.’ Vox slipped his hands to the soft fur of Alastor’s stomach, getting to the soft skin beneath all the fluff. Alastor’s laughter went up a pitch, getting frantic. He finally let go of Vox’s wrists, quickly flipping himself onto his stomach. It was both so he didn’t have to look at Vox, and so Vox couldn’t access his stomach as easily. Vox sighed in mock disappointment. ‘Oh, now how am I supposed to tickle you?’ Alastor growled softly, ‘You aren’t supposed to. Thahat’s the pohoint.’ Residual giggles still coming from the poor thing. 

‘Hm. I disagree with that. Because to me, it seems like you need this. Honestly, it’s nice to see you finally knocked down a few pegs,’ Vox says with a smug grin. Alastor turns his head to the side enough to glare at Vox. ‘It is n–ohHOHOT!?” He jerked as Vox’s claws spider across his upper back. Stupidly ticklish. ‘Gehet ohoff!” Alastor squeaks. Vox finally noticed the wagging deer tail. Holy hell. 

‘Awh, look at this thing! It’s wagging! You really do enjoy this, don’t you?’ Vox reaches down, sliding a claw down the tail, scritching slightly. A high pitched, nonhuman noise left Alastor’s mouth. Resulting in a hand quickly covering Alastor’s mouth. 

‘Did you just–was that a bleat? Like a fawn!?’ 

Alastor buried his face into the floor in sheer embarrassment, refusing to acknowledge Vox’s question. He felt light blue claws scribble up the backs of his fluffy deer ears. He bleated again and flipped right onto his back, grabbing Vox’s forearms this time. “I swehear to all of Hehell! If you dohon’t get off mehehe–!’ Vox moved his hands to right behind Alastor’s ears–since the deer was still gripping onto him, that left his underarms completely vulnerable to an attack.

As he darted his hands under Alastor’s arms again, he asked him, ‘Tell me what’s making you laugh so much. DId I say something funny?’ Alastor shrieked and hyperventilated for just a brief moment to try and get his laughter back to a reasonable volume. That hope was lost rather quickly as Vox skittered back down to his stomach. Wild laughter spilled out. An adorable bleat as Vox found Alastor’s navel through the thin fabric of his shirt. 

‘You’re really too ticklish for your own good. Imagine if an enemy tried to fight you and they just grazed your side. I mean, really!’ 

Vox notices the kicking hooves. Before he let up on the tickling, it came to mind he had one last spot he would love to try. ‘Say, Al,’ he started, letting go of the deer and allowing him to catch his breath, ‘are hooves sensitive at all?’ Alastor’s ears perk right up then flatten as his eyes widen. Although, he didn’t move away at all. “Well, no-’ 

‘Yeah, you’re lying,’ Vox laughs, pouncing onto Alastor in one swift movement. Vox sits on Alastor’s calves, facing his hooves. He heard a whine of anticipation from the demon underneath him. Alastor giggled as Vox traced a claw down the hoof. Then down the split in the hoof, scritching lightly. He looked back and noticed how Alastor was covering his face with his hands and giggling silently. He could feel Alastor’s legs trying to kick, but they couldn’t with the way Vox was seated on top of them. 

‘Awh, just a ticklish little fawn, just wanting his hooves tickled so badly, yes, I can hear you!’ Vox teases. He noticed a little patch of fur between Al’s hoof and dewclaw. He curiously put a single claw on the area and scribbled ever so lightly. The laugh that came from Alastor was completely unfiltered. Genuine. No static to hide it. “PLEHEHEASE! F–FAHAHACK–VAHAOX!” Alastor screeches and tries to grab for him unsuccessfully. Vox uses one hand on each hoof in the specific area, and as soon as Alastor’s laughter goes silent, he finally climbs off of him. 

Giving him a minute to breathe, Vox laughs softly. ‘You really are stupidly ticklish.’ 

‘You. Are not going to live. To see the next–’ Alastor starts, but is cut off by Vox snickering. ‘Yeah, tell me all about it. Your tail wagging and the way you didn’t even try to push me off? Precious as hell. You wanted that.’ 

Alastor huffs in mild offense and embarrassment. He hated when people pointed out he never tried to fight them all too much when he was tickled. Vox stands up and grabs a bottle of water for the deer. After giving him a glare, Alastor takes it gratefully. ‘You better buy me food after all this.’ 

Vox tosses a blanket at Alastor, chuckling as it drapes over his head. Alastor squeaked indignantly, standing up and throwing the blanket to the side. Vox teleports through a camera off to the side then comes back in a moment. He held out a large plate of raw venison. ‘Here.’ 

"Was that camera recording?” Alastor asks warily. ‘No, it wasn’t,’ Vox assures him. Alastor hums in satisfaction, then smiles at the raw venison. ‘You do know how to spoil a man,’ he teases, making Vox smile.

‘Do you think we could become a large radio broadcast partnership?” Vox asks him, genuine and curious. Alastor smiles at him, taking a bite of the meat. He nodded slightly. ‘I do think we could grow to become something big. Our friendship could grow as well.’ 

Oh, how that would change in the coming years. 

[shannonsketches]

I overanalyze the hell out of everything but! While we're here--

I think a lot (and am too lazy to make the many many comics in my head) about how Vegeta was having fun with these androids (even being sportsmanlike with Piccolo about it!) until he found out who Trunks was (and also that they were the wrong androids). Then between that reveal and Bulma getting shot down, he switches back into Spite and Fury, and I just chinhands I think a lot about what a shot to the chest it would be to learn that you die -- you die in the future, you lose to these surprise enemies -- and your son, with his mother's machine and knowledge of the events, comes back to the past to make sure someone else lives.

"It's just because Goku's the first to die, so it's a domino effect!" Yes, but,

Vegeta was standing right there when Bulma said her strategy was to destroy the androids before they became an issue. Vegeta knows that Bulma feels very strongly that this is the move, and that waiting is stupid. He also knows that she watched him dabble on Earth for a year and a half before Goku came home.

So he knows that she could've sent Trunks back earlier, and had him talk to Piccolo. Vegeta could've used that entire ~12-18 months to train for a specific threat, or even just to prepare for Frieza's return.

He also knows that she could've just as easily sent Trunks back while they were all on Namek, and taken care of the issue before any of them were even made aware of it. That was her suggestion in the present! Trunks could've left Goku's medication with Roshi, or Popo, and just let it remain a mystery where it came from and how it got there.

But instead, Trunks came the day that Goku came back. So he could meet Goku. And talk to Goku. So he could make sure Goku survived. So Goku could save everyone. Because Goku would be there to win the day. Because Goku's is the strength they trust to be enough.

The way that must corrode your insides and just flood you with envy, and spite, and poison. The way he behaves for the rest of this arc despite the clever strategist we saw on Earth and on Namek, despite the cautious observation, the patience, the snarky humor, the distinct recognition of a threat that needs eliminating before it's too late -- despite all these things we've seen him be and have and do, after this point he's reckless and fuming and desperate to prove himself to the detriment of everyone around him.

As a punishment, maybe? For choosing Goku over You?

As necessity? Because you've spent 30 of your 31 years having the value of your life measured solely by your ability to win?

As a distraction? From knowing that you spent your life fighting tooth and nail for all that you are, only to die, humiliated, at the feet of your enemies having failed to do the only task you felt you were alive to do, then be revived by mistake, then learn that even your own child would prefer the person who succeeded at that one seemingly impossible task?

It's really no wonder, at this extremely low and fragile point in Vegeta's life, that he went from quietly standoffish to actively erratic from this point. It's not until Cell slaps him with the reality check of losing those precious few who continued to choose him despite his profound personal and operational failures (which were likely a death sentence, where he's from) that he settles back down (in the manga) to being quietly standoffish, strategic, and cooperative toward the higher goal.

Then spends the next seven years learning it never had to be like that because it turns out people on this planet mostly still want you to be alive and come home even if you fuck up real bad and you actually don't have to be The Star Executioner to be valued and welcomed and even?? Loved?? Which sucks to learn after you've already gotten your son and your rival and very nearly your rival's son killed by being an insecure jackass and making everything worse than it had to be.

But don't worry, it'll only happen one more time and it'll only take like 40 minutes to publicly murder like 2000 people and almost destroy the entire universe because you had something totally different to prove this time, it's a minor relapse at best, it's fine, everyone's fine, we're all gonna wish that memory away from all the innocent people and only think about it at 2am when you're awake laying in bed trying to figure out why the fuck you're still allowed in this house and you can spend the next 4-6 years turning your shit around and embracing that soft emotions are okay to feel and you're not a defective specimen being slowly deconstructed on a backwater space rock and it's actually normal to care about stuff and it's everything you were ever taught before this that was toxic and wrong and had to be unlearned so you could grow and change and harness true strength instead of chasing shallow power so it's fine!! It's totally fine. Everything's fine. He's fine. He's good.

[your-senpaaaai]

jokes about arcane jesus aside i really want to talk about viktor’s role in season two and how i think the direction the writers chose for him is the most logical thing everrr 🙏

so starting with s1 – viktor is introduced as a genius inventor who’s main goal is to help people in need. he’s really careful and thoughtful about what him and jayce are doing like ofc he is ready to take risk to test something if needed but it’s never about reckless decisions which could hurt anybody. and that’s until viktor realises he’s sick and time is really really limited for him – that is the moment he decides to go big or go home and starts experimenting with the hexcore capabilities on a deeper level. it is the moment of desperation and panic when he tries not only to explore possibilities of hexcore but to save himself too and then BAAM the whole thing first starts to hurt viktor himself second wipes his childhood friend into dust (im still absolutely DEVASTATED about sky’s death 😭) anyway that’s the moment he literally wakes up and realises he’s gone too far. his beliefs and plans of helping people were overshadowed with this blindness

and that’s where my actual point starts so bear with me ! viktor decides to leave his dream and idk just wait when his time comes because he doesn’t want to hurt anybody else including himself – jayce promises him not to experiment with hexcore and not let this thing act on it’s own anymore. and then he fucks it all up. not only jayce brings viktor to life in some frankenstein style but uses hexcore for this even though he doesn’t have the slightest idea of what that action could cause.

and of course viktor is absolutely broken by this like you’ve literally just come to terms with the fact nothing could save you from the death without hurting other people and you make a deal with your best friend to let it be that way and not do anything stupid BUT your friend does it anyway by bringing you from the death by force (while transforming your body into sth unrecognisable in the process) and messing with dangerous powerful magic like IMAGINE HOW BETRAYED AND DEVASTATED VIKTOR MUST HAVE FELT AFTER THAT

i believe that leaving jayce and going to the undercity was the most logical and right thing to do because with all that guilt and pain the only thing that could somehow help viktor is the act of help to other people. literally his original life goal before all this mess.

and i thing that’s absolutely BEAUTIFUL like yes viktor become a savior and hope for those who need it because you literally always wanted to do such thing

[k-s-morgan]

i know it’s pretty much a spoiler (or at least very telling of their relationship development even at this point) BUT i was wondering whether we will get to see tom actually in love with harry — at least to the best of his capacity. whether tom will realise that he cares about him and his feelings and his stupid sensibilities and everything that makes harry harry, even though most of the time what he stands for is the complete opposite of what tom wants.

so, yeah, i guess that’s my biggest question as of right now — will tom learn how to compromise in order to salvage and develop his relationship with harry, or will he be unable to quit his own ways and goals, even at the expense of this one person he supposedly desires quite a lot?

OH ALSO!!! i really wanted to say how much i appreciate harry’s strength of will and character, which we can already see from their interactions. and his self respect? his own introspection and self awareness? absolutely fucking amazing. i love love LOVE seeing them on equal ground, even though they choose to retaliate differently — which in turn is very telling of their differences.

harry not giving a flying fuck and choosing to stand against tom and even give him the occasional taste of his own medicine, when he gets fed up with tom’s bullshit, is giving me LIFE. i adore when harry has a backbone, despite coming to get attached to tom and even developing feelings for him, eventually.

Oh, yes, all of it is definitely going to happen! This is basically the main plot - getting Tom to fall in love with Harry so deeply, so hopelessly that he will be absolutely overcome by it. Trust me, love is going to twist him inside out. The same themes of obsession, destructive devotion, and monstrous, all-consuming love that were present in WHGTB will be also present in ATLWETD. The only difference is that ATLWETD is a slow-burn in this regard. It will take a while for Tom to succumb to his feelings, but once he does… The longer the fall, the more annihilating its impact.

I can even give you an approximate time-stamp in terms of the plot that will mark a huge shift in this regard. The next Hogwarts New Year. This is where Tom completes his shift into an infatuated, dangerous, possessive wreck who's going out of his mind with regret, love, and obsession. This will also likely be the point where we switch to his POV.

As for Harry, his version in ATLWETD will be pretty close to a BAMF, something I never thought I'd write. I imagine his later decisions will cause a lot of controversy among the readers, and it'll be a question as to who is more harmful to this world, him or Tom. Or both of them, under the influence of one another.

Also, if you missed these, I have two snippets featuring scenes from the future where you can see Tom who's absolutely besotted with Harry! Here and here.

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Hunter x Hunter: chrollo vs hisoka round 2

ok i need to yap about something

dude hisoka is so fucking smart it actually pisses me off.

now i do like the idea of hisoka. he is a great antihero/villain and has had so much thought put behind his psyche that i put him under the microscope and still dont understand him.

but i came here to talk about the mind games he pulled on chrollo after the heavens arena fight. (shout out to @helenisaweirdo for putting chrollo thoughts in my brain)

so we all yell at chrollo for leaving his crew basically defenseless on the ship while he goes and tries to steal an ugly pot. yes its stupid that he's leaving these very vulnerable members by themselves with a killer clown on the loose. yes its stupid that EVEN AFTER deducing that hisoka is already on tier 1 to leave bonolenov on the upper tier alone. and yes its stupid that way way way back before even getting on the ship he left shal and kortopi alone.

but i raise you the idea

what if chrollo never heard hisoka's declaration.

hisoka told machi that he will kill all of the other spiders on sight. and he never said to chrollo's face that his new goal was to wipe out the troupe.

based on those two very careful choices, hisoka has effectively created an out for himself, because chrollo doesn't know that his troupe is the main target.

and this is coming after some major mind fuckery where chrollo perfectly predicted hisoka beat for beat in the heat of combat and STILL somehow lost.

so EVEN IF machi told chrollo what hisoka told her (i dont think she did, we'll get to that later), he would assume that hisoka's main target is still chrollo and that chrollo just has to get to him first.

[explanation below]

this yap gonna be long. im rolling up my sleeves

ok so let's set the scene. chrollo has just beaten the ever loving shit out of the murder clown, blown off two of his limbs and half of his face. he probably stayed long enough to see the corpse, hear the diagnosis and then he dipped

chrollo outside of missions travels alone. during hisoka's explanation of chrollo back in yorknew we hear "when on the battlefield he'll travel with two or more spiders at a time" (loose paraphrasing) "but after every job, he'll disappear." the heavens arena fight wasn't a job. it was just some petty beef. a loose end chrollo had to tie up before moving on to his next big move (black whale 1). so after the fight, he was supposed to "disappear"

so here comes the speculation: we don't know if its actually possible for users to reclaim powers from skill hunter. chrollo was going to return shal's phone but that's all we hear about 'returning' something. shal even says that he won't need the antenna anymore.

that being said. there was no reason for anyone to want to attack shalnark or kortopi. their faces were wiped from the mafia databases and most, if not all, eye witnesses to any of the troupe's crimes have been killed. there is NO ONE that should be targetting shalnark and kortopi at this point in time. (except kurapika but i think chrollo took preventative measures)

and we know based on the hunter exam, people without nen can be extremely skilled in combat. we can reasonably assume that shalnark is one of them (kortopi is kind of an ehhh?? bcs we have seen zero feats from him that didn't involve his hatsu). so they can handle themselves in terms of mortal combat with normal people.

and here comes an observation that i think gets constantly overlooked (i do it too) in favor of viewing the troupe as a "found family". nobunaga himself said it: they operate exactly like the hei-ly. that means they will usually operate solo within their own set of skills. chrollo gives them a task on a job and they decide individually how they want to handle it.

and up to now, they've never failed. so there is this powerful 12-17 year build up of trust in each other's abilities.

so even though i am mad about chrollo leaving his members alone, i also can't be mad because THERE is my hidden phound family moment.

ok going back to the point

hisoka comes back to life and machi is the only one to witness it. we assume that no one else saw hisoka return from the dead (or at least not anyone significant) since he was listed in the official casualties. he imprisons her and tells her to send a message that she refuses to relay.

he could have killed her. but he doesn't. and i think there is a very good reason

he kills shalnark and kortopi and makes sure that they are easy to find. and of course chrollo finds out. we don't know the details of how it happened but i bet it's something along the lines of "chrollo tries to call shal and he doesn't pick up dun dun dunnn"

now here's where it can go two ways.

machi can either tell chrollo hisoka's threat

or she could keep it to herself.

the story works either way, but it works better if she stays quiet. now why would she stay quiet? because she doesn't want to do anything hisoka says and/or is protecting her dignity. regardless there is a very real chance she just said "hisoka lived" and that was enough to get the message across.

at this point chrollo has only so much evidence to go off of: hisoka killed shalnark and kortopi, but he spared machi.

logically, this is because shalnark and kortopi were a) vulnerable and b) part of chrollo's plan that is THE ONLY thing that has made hisoka struggle in his journey so far. in chrollo's mind, hisoka is seeking ways to strip chrollo of his power to weaken him in their due rematch. he spared machi because he was making a point.

therefore. hisoka will only target chrollo's troupe if chrollo attempts to use them for his own personal gain.

of course we, the readers, know this isn't true. hisoka is going to on sight any troupe member.

but, chrollo thinks that this is a much more focused threat.

he thought he knew how hisoka worked. when he was betrayed in yorknew he learned that hisoka never wanted to be part of the troupe and was only using the position as a way to get close to chrollo. he learned about hisoka's powers through studying heavens arena fights and most likely spent a lot of time listening to hisoka's reports on the troupe and the exorcist during greed island.

so, reasonably, he HAS to know hisoka's pre-death mantra: hisoka wants to find ideal fight partners to "love to death." he'll ignore everyone and anyone else until he gets who he wants. so when he dodges death, chrollo realizes that he is such a horn dog for battle that he will literally use every technique in the nen book to win.

ive heard the argument that chrollo put the idea of post mortem nen into hisoka's head which caused him to create the resuscitation move. but i dont think that's true because hisoka has never been pushed to the brink of death like this. he's of course aware of post-mortem nen because we see him get tight when chrollo talks about sun and moon, so this was always going to be his endgame if the situation ever called for it.

minor point

ANYWAY.

MY ENTIRE POINT IS

hisoka has successfully convinced chrollo that chrollo is his primary target.

which is probably why he had the troupe split up in the first place. on jobs he would usually travel with 2 or more troupe members, as stated above, but this time he WILLINGLY goes alone. shizuku and bonolenov followed him of their own free will.

he probably sent them off SO HE CAN DIE ALONE.

SOMEONE GET THIS BOY A HUG AND SOME HEAD PATS S T A T.

fr tho he probably sent them off because he doesn't want them becoming collateral in a brawl with hisoka where he assumes hisoka will predict that he stole their abilities.

chrollo is so bent on this idea that he is changing the entire flow of the troupe, putting both himself and the rest of the troupe at an even greater risk. he would be much safer being with two other troupe members like he would usually do things. BUT NOOOOOOO he is changing his entire flow to throw hisoka off the scent and buy himself time.

like it is crazy. i dont know how much sense this makes but i am. losing my fucking mind.

[mac-n-chees]

man i fucking hate enji todoroki

when i say that i hate endeavor i dont mean i think he’s icky and i dont like him. i mean i dont think he deserved the forgiveness he got im so sorry. for context let’s back things up. the entire todoroki family lore is SO FUCKED UP. the whole “convenience marriage” thing? WHACK. sa-ing rei until she gave him the child he wanted? WHACK. and we don’t talk about that enough! it was rape! he didn’t care about her at all, he just wanted the perfect weapon to beat all might! and then touya’s whole deal? the fact that he was literally self destructing bc he thought he wasn’t good enough? and endeavor never made him feel good enough? he had all the right to become a villain.

and then, shoto. literally alienated him from his siblings so none of them know a single thing about him and vice versa. weaponizing him since he was a TODDLER. and saying he was “tough on him” is a SEVERE understatement, that little boy was thoroughly abused.

and then the aftermath of the whole thing with rei. he traumatized her so bad it led her to BURN HER OWN SON’S FACE. and what did he do instead of reevaluate his behavior? LOCK HER UP IN A MENTAL INSTITUTION. and not because he cared for her health, but because he didn’t want her to hurt shoto again. messed. the fuck. up.

and if yall gonna come in here and say “oh but other characters have been forgiven after their redemption arcs like zuko and regina mills” DONT YOU EVER COME IN HERE WITH THAT SHIT. their entire redemption arc revolved around them making a wrong choice that further proved to them that being good was the right way. they felt severe unease, and like it wasn’t ��them”, so to speak, at being inherently “evil” so they CHOSE to convert because being “evil” was not their true selves. they made MISTAKES but learned from those mistakes BY THEMSELVES without anyone else influencing their thoughts or telling them anything. they CHOSE good because the people they cared about were good, and they wanted to be with them. they made a bad choice, yes, but the whole point of the redemption arc was that they learned from it and improved their characters. endeavor did not make a bad choice, he abused actual, living people for many, many, MANY years. it wasn’t a “bad choice” it was a deliberate decision to fulfill his stupid fucking delusions of grandeur.

how are those antiheroes different from endeavor you ask? I WILL TELL YOU. sure, he got a redemption arc, and sure he got forgiven. but did yall notice he only did an effort to do better after he became the number 1 hero? after shoto was in UA and his children were grown? after rei was locked up so she couldn’t tell anyone about what happened? after all might was no longer the symbol of peace? he only made the effort to become a better person once his OWN PERSONAL GOALS were fulfilled. he always prioritized himself. he didn’t learn shit. he’s not sorry for shit. he regrets nothing. he just wants to be perceived as the perfect #1 hero like all might was.

be fucking for real, his redemption arc was NONEXISTENT, and his children should not forgive him no matter how hard he begs. he does not deserve forgiveness. he’s a fucking abuser, rapist, and all around ASSHOLE.

if he has no haters im dead. and if i see even one endeavor ass kisser in the comments, you’re getting blocked idgaf. the fact that you think he’s hot and just because of that he earned his forgiveness will not fly here hoes idc. that man deserves to rot in hell for all he’s done, if he wasn’t (and i cannot stress the “quote unquote” part enough) “attractive” yall would be on the other side. i can’t anymore, endeavor stans gtfo.

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🍓♡Saiki Kusuo Confessing his love to a S/o who is quiet♡🍓

When Saiki took attention to how quiet you were then everyone else, he actually took a liking to you.

He started to acknowledge you. Kinda like how he did with Satou…can’t have you getting weirded out.

Saiki has actually seen you speak to other people but never to him. At first he didn’t care but soon enough it got to him.

Why did you speak to everyone else but him?

Before your relationship with Saiki, you never acknowledged him or spoke to him yet you acknowledged everyone around you and spoke to people around you.

When it finally hits Saiki’s mind that you may only speak to people who your close to, that becomes his main goal. He simply just has to befriend you so that you’d befriend him.

Surely you can’t be that hard of a person to befriend right? He kept a close eye on you and he really didn’t think that it would be hard, you were nice to everyone around you so why not.

…But it indeed was hard. How could it be hard for someone like Saiki?

Was it you? No, of course not it wasn’t you! Was it Saiki’s very stupid friends? Surprisingly…no. Was it Saiki? Yes.

Something about you just made him feel a certain way. When he tried to make his first move, he just couldn’t do it. But why was he feeling this way?

Then a damn bus knocked him in a the head and he finally know why he acting this way. He had a crush on you. How sweet.

He thought that going back into acting like he never knew you, never knew that you even existed would help. But no. It didn’t. You were on his mind constantly everyday, everytime, anywhere. It made his head hurt. It almost made him think you were putting a spell on him..but he debunked that rather quickly because who can blame a precious person like you for something like that? Wait-what was he even thinking?

Things got even fucking worse when his idiotic group of friends started to realize and see signs. He was a prisoner in hell at this point.

What added something was how Toritsuka kept flirting with you. It made him jealous.

After all the stupid crap his friends tried and did, he needed to put matters into his own hands in the worst way possible. Confessing his love to you.

It was on the rooftop, classic. Before, he put a note on your desk and awaited for your appearance (while also making sure nobody touched it, or see him put it there.)

You were pretty confused, but also nervous. What if Toritsuka put it there..? But you went up to the roof anyway, it was After school hours.

To your surprise, it was Saiki from your class. You never talked to him..but he sure did try to talk to you. But his friends got in the way or he would back out…

You were so surprised when Saiki confessed his liking to you, as well as his feelings. It was the first time you’ve ever heard him talk…but yet you felt a small tint rise to your cheeks when you heard those words.

It sure didn’t look like it on the outside, but he was stressing.

Yet he felt all of that stress go away when you suddenly hugged him, he felt like he was overheating. You had accepted his feelings, you also expressed yours, saying how you just were too scared to come forward and talk to him.

After that was done and over, he walked you home, feeling like a whole entire weight was lifted off of his shoulders. You both said your goodbyes before you both parted ways.

The first week of your relationship was slow, but you guys picked it up. You guys were closer and you were seen together all the time.

When word got out, everyone was shocked. Teruhashi wasn’t so..fond of you guys but hey who cares, this is y’all’s life.

You two are happily together and Saiki’s family loves you, treats you as if your their very own daughter.

Saiki loves you a lot and cares for you, he’s happy to be around and be with someone who isn’t such a nuisance, before or after you two were in a relationship, it was all good memories that is very beautiful to think and remember about.