#literally cannot stop thinking about them very suddenly LOL

[thebxghag]

uhhhh new hyper fixation? Time will tell. Got obsessed with how Teopyon on bsky renders AND their rendition of zelink, so I decided to try it out. Happy with the results! I'll probably do more pieces in this painterly style going forward.

Zelda wants to kiss her champion and her champion is surprised by this turn of events.

[the-witty-pen-name]

Love is Blind (Part 3)

Eddie Munson x PlusSize!F!Reader

Summary: In a last ditch effort to evade the normal disappointments of dating, a group of misfits desperate to have someone see who they are on the inside volunteer for the most recent brain chemistry study at Hawkins Lab. 

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut in later parts (part 4), reader has low self-esteem and struggles with self love/acceptance, anxiety/trauma related to bullying, tooth rot worthy fluff, Eddie being a major flirt, cursing, mentions of substance use, descriptions of bullying & people being jerks but like also very overdone tropes, mentions of smut

A/N: Please let me know if you liked it!! Feel free to send me an ask if you want to fangirl with me over these two because I cannot stand them at this point. LOL Or if you want to share any ideas/predictions for upcoming parts with me or other ideas for future stories with Eddie, I would love to hear them. Also, if I forgot to include a warning that should be included, please let me know!

Series Masterlist

“Eddie.” 

“Hey, Eddie.” 

“Earth to Eddie.”

“EDDIE.” 

“Shit! Sorry,” he says, breaking out of his thoughts and coming back to reality. He stares at his notes in his DM folder and he literally has no idea where the campaign has left off. He clears his throat and awkwardly flips through the pages. “Umm..”

“We just made it to the fishing town and we were tasked by a local merchant to kill a sea serpent that’s poisoning the local fish in exchange for..”

“Oh yeah,” he interjects, grabbing the correct script he needs to continue. “Uh, did you roll..?”

“Are you kidding me, man! What the hell?” Gareth exclaims, exasperated. “What’s wrong with you today?” 

Eddie’s face turns pink, shaking his head and ignoring the question. He was not going to admit to being distracted. He’s not embarrassed to talk to the guys about you, but he hasn’t told anyone he signed up for the study. He didn’t want to admit he was desperate or lonely, he’s too proud. He knows his friends don’t care, but it’s a mental block he can’t pass. 

“Nothing, I’m good. Just let it go,” he says defensively. 

“No way. Fucking spill it,” Jeff laughs. 

Eddie racks his mind for the most sane way to answer their questions. He sighs, pushing a mess of his curly hair out of his face. 

“Who is she?” Gareth asks, raising an eyebrow. 

***

DAY FOUR

“I’m mad at you,” Eddie says, and you roll your eyes. 

“What did I do now?” You ask, playful sarcasm evident in your voice. 

“You’re throwing me off my game”

“I don’t even know what you mean by that.” 

“Obviously because I’m really cool and popular,” he jokes, “I’m a Dungeon Master as you know.” 

“Yup, I’m familiar,” you toy. 

“My friends called my ass out so many times last night for not paying attention and I kept fucking up.” 

“I don’t appreciate you pinning this on me,” you chuckle. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Lies!” He says in a bravado. “You are the distraction! You have managed to weasel your way into every aspect of mind- I hope you’re proud of yourself. I’m probably going to be dethroned. My reign is over.”

You bite your bottom lip, to hold back the goofy smile you know is creeping over your whole face. Never before has anyone made you feel like this. The notebook to keep track of other “dates” is long forgotten. You only want to continue talking to Eddie. You wonder if any of the other people you spoke to felt a connection this strong. You’re dying to know if there are other people who feel as good as you right now. 

“What were you thinking about?” you ask shyly. You can hear the way it makes Eddie stop in his tracks. You assume he wears some sort of chain on his pants cause you can hear it when he paces, but suddenly, his end of the wall falls silent.

“How honest do you want me to be?” he asks, suddenly sounding shy. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, I could go the cheesy, romantic, ‘I was thinking about you’ way- which is true. Or, I could be brutally honest because ‘I was thinking about you’ in this context has much more implications than that.” 

“You’re confusing me,” you laugh, “just tell me.”

“Do you ever fantasize about when we get out of here? In like, a you know-”

“Like sexually?” you ask, throwing him a bone. He was drowning. 

“Yeah,” he admits, and you can hear the chain on his pant leg as he fidgets. 

“Yes,” you answer honestly, “I do.”

“I think about it all the time,” he says, the confession spilling out, “The fact that I can’t touch you is driving me fucking insane. It’s not even like just like the thought of getting to fuck you- it’s like being close to you and like feeling your body heat, or like the weight of you sitting on my lap, what it feels like to just touch your skin- just everything that we’re being denied. I don’t even have a visual in my head to go off of it’s just like- I don’t know, man…”

You wince at the mention of sitting on his lap. “I don’t know if you’d want me on your lap for a long time..,” you sound defeated. 

“Um, don’t speak for me,” he cuts you off, playfully. “Any man who doesn’t want the full weight of his woman on his lap is a fucking idiot. Ugh, I don’t even think you understand just how amazing it is. I don’t care if you try to fight me on this, princess. You’re sitting on me, and I will love every second of it.” 

“I’m not thin, Eddie,” you whisper, feeling defeated. You hear him blow a raspberry and then he knocks on the wall. 

“I… don’t… care,” he emphasizes by drawing out each word. “You need to believe me. I couldn’t care less about your weight, your height, your hair… whatever  it is. I like you! And that means I like every part of you.”

His voice begins to raise, like he is yelling up, “If these fuckers would realize we’re done already and let me out.” He then lowers his voice like he’s looking back to the wall. “I want you. The experiment fucking works, I wish I could show you what you do to me cause maybe then it’ll finally stick. I’m going out of my mind that I can’t touch you and show you how much I want you, your body, everything. Do you need me to spell it out?” 

“Would you have still found me attractive if we met outside of this experiment?” you ask, “I bet you wouldn’t have even looked my way if you saw me at a bar or something.”

“Sweetheart,” he coaxes, “absolutely. I know that I would’ve been annoying the shit out of you for your number. You’d have been the one to reject me, I guarantee it.” 

“I would have never,” you reply. 

“So if it’s possible for you to know that you wouldn't have rejected me without seeing me,” Eddie muses, “why can’t you believe the same for me?”

“You haven’t asked me a single thing about my appearance,” he continues, “Do you care how much I weigh? Do you care if I’m short?”

“Not at all. I haven’t thought about it,” you admit. 

“I haven’t either. Now, please let me have my fantasy of you sitting on my lap please,” he whines, “I need something to get me through the day, Christ.” You laugh at his fake annoyance. 

You’re so happy at how he’s able to talk you down. It amazes you how he’s able to see through the insecurities and brings you back down to Earth. 

“Okay, okay,” you say, settling back into the couch and getting comfortable. You rest your head back. 

“I don’t know, basically, we’re in the middle of the campaign- I literally spent weeks writing it,” he continues, “and I literally just can’t stop thinking about how amazing it would be if you were there. I’m just sitting there, thinking about what it would feel like to just have you sitting on my lap while we’re playing and then I’m thinking about how I want to feel lean back on me and I’d have my arm around your waist holding you, and maybe I’d rub little circles on the side of your thigh and I thought about how soft you probably feel and then suddenly I’m sporting the most embarrassing boner which thankfully no one saw- Fuck, this is what you’re doing to me.”

***

“Is there any way to end the trial early?” Eddie asks, sitting in the interview room. There’s a man putting a pulse oximeter on his right index finger and another testing his blood pressure with a monitor on his left side. 

Two other technicians sit across from Eddie, taking notes from Eddie’s answers on a clipboard. They have tested his levels of dopamine and norepinephrine. They’re taking extensive notes on Eddie’s physical reactions to you, and the same is done to all of the candidates- including you. They continue to ignore Eddie’s questions as they ramble on about his levels of oxytocin. 

“In order for us to gather all of the information necessary, this isn’t possible,” one of them finally answers. 

“But I’m telling you how I feel- I’m telling you it works,” he insists. 

“Mr. Muson,” one says, closing a file folder that contains his charts. “This is a study in brain chemistry. You agreed to participate for the designated number of days and in exchange you’d receive compensation. Your conversations between yourself and the other candidates is not our business, nor what you choose to do afterwards. Our job here is to collect data, not the details of your personal life.” 

“I can’t believe this,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. He pulls off the oximeter and grabs his jean jacket. He walks out, despite their protests, flipping them off as he goes. He couldn’t care less about the lousy $200. As far as he was concerned, they poked and prodded the two of you enough. 

Of course, he did show up the next day. Promptly with a big grin on his face, he walked in with a happy go-lucky attitude that the entire lab team was secretly sick of dealing with. These sudden outbursts and dramatic tirades were becoming a staple of Eddie’s interviews and they equally couldn’t wait to be done with him. 

***

DAY FIVE

“Are these dice?” You ask with a chuckle, opening the small, black velvet bag that’s been left for you on the table in the room. You empty the bag out into your hand and watch as the dice roll into your palm one at a time. They’re all red and shimmer as you move them around in your cupped hand. 

“Well, I wanted you to have them,” you hear his voice explain from the other side of the wall. You’re beaming as you carefully pour them back into the bag and tie it off. 

“This is so sweet, Eds,” you marvel. “I love them.” 

“I also brought my guitar and like in a non-douchebag way I was kind of hoping to play something for you,” he says, his guitar perched on his lap. “I’ve just been working on this song and I wanted your opinion on it.” 

It's surprisingly soft sounding. You were expecting heavy guitar, something really metal based on what Eddie has told you about his music taste and his band. It’s slower paced, like a dreamy, slow rock ballad. 

You wished you could see him, observe how he looks when he’s concentrating or how his fingers look strumming against the cords. You just know he has the most beautiful hands. You imagine his fingers and try to visualize them flexing as he strums. You’re so distracted by it that you almost miss him singing a verse. 

“It’s not done yet,” he prefaces, still strumming. “I’m still working on the lyrics so don’t think too much about them, just like the meaning and the melody you know?” 

“Yeah totally,” you hum in agreement. “I think it sounds great.” He smiles at the praise. 

***

Before

You anxiously sit by the front window, peeking out between the blinds occasionally. You smooth out the skirt of the new dress your mom bought you, and you make sure your hair is still how you requested. Your mom let you wear makeup and you picked eyeshadow that matches your dress and you feel like a million bucks. It’s your ninth grade formal, and the star of the JV basketball team asked you to be his date. 

The minutes tick by and the time changes from reasonably late to stood up. You still hold out hope, and reject your parents' offers to just drive you to the dance. It’s been 45 minutes now, and you still hoped he’d be there. It was long past an hour that you admitted that he wasn’t coming. 

The following Monday you learned the whole thing was a prank, and he never wanted to ask you to the dance. It’s in the school paper that he’s at the dance, dancing cheek to cheek with one of the cheerleaders, who you can’t help but compare yourself to. 

***

Eddie is sitting at the middle school cafeteria table alone. He’s about a hundred pages into the Hobbit and the crusts of his peanut butter sandwich are forgotten about on the crinkly brown paper bag Uncle Wayne packed his lunch in. He’s long forgotten he’s sitting alone, far too engrossed in the story to care, when suddenly his head is yanked back by someone tugging on his t-shirt. 

“What’s up, Freak?” the voice asks before shoving Eddie back towards the table. He catches himself on the edge before his head comes in contact with the surface. He winces as anger boils up inside him. The three jocks laugh amongst themselves until a familiar voice shoos them away. 

“Sorry about them,” she says apologetically as Eddie looks to see her. Chrissy. He notices how she glances from him to the cafeteria table where the cheerleaders sit, and Eddie knows she doesn’t want to be seen with him for too long. 

“You can go, I’m fine,” Eddie says, forcing a laugh to make her feel better. “But, uh, I wanted to ask you-” 

“Okay, thanks,” she says, cutting him off and practically skipping to sit next to the prick who shoved him. Eddie recoils as the jock’s arm wraps around her. Eddie rolls his eyes and gets up to have lunch outside. Along with the remains of his lunch, he shoves the necklace he meant to give her in the bin. He’d stayed up past his bedtime, Wayne showing him how to drill a small hole into the top of one of his guitar picks to put a metal jewelry loop through so it could be put on a silver chain. 

***

You’re sitting at the table in the dimly lit restaurant and sipping on your cocktail when you see him walk in. He matches the description your friend gave you, and you feel yourself smile at how cute he is- definitely living up to the hype. Your friend spent weeks convincing you to go out on this date- one of her boyfriend’s best friends. They’re in the same fraternity. 

You can see as he walks into the dining room, he’s looking around trying to find his date. You offer a smile when he makes eye contact, and you offer a small wave. 

“James?” You ask, “you’re exactly like how Donna described you.” He offers a polite closed lipped smile, and a nod, taking a seat across from you without saying anything. 

As the date continues, you notice you’re doing a lot of the talking. You ask him questions and you’re met with a lot of one word answers. He looks detached, checking his watch and his attention seems to be wandering throughout the restaurant at anything but you. By the time your entrees arrive, he yawns. 

“I’m sorry, did I do something or say something?” you ask, hesitantly.

“No, no you’re good,” he says, straightening his posture like it would correct the behavior he’s been exhibiting. 

He pays for dinner, and you ask if he’d like to do this again sometime (just to be polite, you knew it was going nowhere). He sucks in air from between his teeth, and lets out an exhale. 

“You’re a nice person,” he says, putting his hands in his pockets as he waits for the valet to bring his car. “I’m sorry, but you aren’t really my type. Tom didn’t tell me anything about you really. I just felt like we didn’t click.” You notice the way his eyes scan your body, the unspoken awkwardness of you knowing what he isn’t saying. You nod, and say strained goodbyes as he gets in his car. You wished you were more surprised. 

***

Eddie is met with dirty looks when he approaches a girl at the bar. He feels her eyes on his tattoos and on his clothes, judging him. He sees her friend, who's also looking at him, lean in and whisper something and they both laugh. He knows the joke is on him, yet again. 

He opts to hang where he is, leaning against one of the high top tables, when he watches another guy approach her. He’s muscular, of course he is, and Eddie looks down at his own torso in comparison as this guy’s abs strain his shirt. Eddie scoffs, but now feels incredibly insecure at how his own shirt hangs loosely on his figure. 

***

DAY SIX

“Are you still worried about tomorrow?” Eddie asks, playing haphazardly with his rings as he sits with his forearms rested on his thighs. 

“A little,” you admit sheepishly. “Are you?” 

“More excited than nervous,” he replies honestly. “This whole thing has been fucking wild,” he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Insane,” you agree, laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. 

“I just wanted to ask, no pressure,” Eddie says, clearing his throat, “Uh the other day, when we talked about, you know- what’s gonna happen when we see each other…”

“Yes?”

“You said to not hold back, I don’t remember exactly what it was but along the lines of ‘I don’t want you to hold back. Just whatever feels right to you in that moment, do it. Kiss me, touch me, I’m down for everything.’ Or something. I just want to make sure…”

“You don’t remember exactly, huh?” you tease. 

“Is that still what you want?” he asks earnestly. 

“Without a doubt,” you smile.

PART 4

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[r-memberme]

Bae… LISTEN.

I know I literally just requested the last Kai post like a couple days ago, but I am currently (and very happily) kicking my feet and biting my lip over this new scenario I CANNOT stop thinking about every time I listen to “The Machine” by Reed Wonder & Aurora Olivas. And, if it makes it any better, I have tried to layer this a little so that you could get the exact idea of what I am thinking.

You already know the drill—this is about my personal one and only baby girl, Kai Parker. And ohhh, hold onto your clothes because this one’s going to be a long, slow-burn ride.

So here is what you've got to work with: The reader is one of Elena’s good friends, but she was kept away from Kai from the moment he moved into the Salvatore house. The team didn’t fully trust him (can you blame them?), and after what happened with Damon and Bonnie in the prison world, they had no problem saying he was dangerous and not worth meeting. Reader didn’t really question it. Not until she was forced to. (Think of the kind of tension Elena and Damon had when they were looking for Stefan early on in the series. Now take that and put it between Kai and reader.)

For a little context I want on her, she is a vampire. She was attacked and needed healing. But the attack was supernatural, and there wasn’t much time. Damon had to feed her his blood and fast. Boom. Vampire. (Details can be vague here; I just wanted you to have that bit of backstory.)

One day, the reader heads to the Salvatore house. A newbie vamp attacked someone in the woods. She managed to snap their neck and compel the victim to forget and head to the hospital, but she’s not the type to deal with these things alone. She’s looking for help—maybe one of the brothers, Elena, Bonnie, anyone.

She walks into the house. No one answers.

And then suddenly, Kai vamps in behind her—silent. When she turns, they’re face to face. She steps back, cautious. She’s heard too much about this guy to relax.

He introduces himself calmly, trying to be all charming, because—let’s be real—she is that girl. Damon shows up right then, sees what’s going on, and cuts the moment short with something like, “Don’t get any ideas.”

Reader leaves with Damon, taking him back to hers so he can deal with the newbie (we don’t need to linger on that part—it’s just a way to get her to the Salvatore house in the first place).

But as she leaves, she glances back at Kai. She doesn’t say anything. Just keeps her distance.

And from there, we move into time skips. Small moments where she and Kai are interacting with each other, and the chemistry? Yummy.

Like… A werewolf breaks into her home while the group’s out hunting for him because he seems to be looking for trouble. Kai stayed behind with her. They surprise the dude and take care of him together, well, Kai does after the werewolf tries attacking reader. —think Katherine and Stefan during the necklace scene and how they moved together like they were in sync but not really.

Or Kai watching her at the Grill or Salvatore house from a distance. Not in a creepy way, just… always there.

Or when the group splits up to search for something, he always ends up shadowing her, following her around like a lovesick puppy.

Time passes. They’re spending more time together. Becoming actual friends. Comfortable. And it’s clear that they’re growing on each other.

And then… that one scene I’m dying for:

They’re somewhere (her house, maybe?) and they’re resting, both on the couch. He lays back on her like Jeremy did on Elena’s lap (yes, that scene where Damon laughs at him and she playfully pushes Jeremy off). He’s just chilling there like he belongs, being his usual critical and dark humoured self. And she lets him.

Now things are starting to feel real. Then comes the masquerade ball or some kind of party. She’s dancing with Matt (because Matt is always there but never dies, lol), and Kai steps in to steal a dance.

Their hands touch. The tension is INSANE. She tells him to stop playing with her, to stop looking at her like that. And then he kisses the back of her hand, pulls her close, and tells her something like he's not playing about her at all. They just stare at each other like time’s frozen.

And finally, they kiss. I KNOW this is a lot.. my inner writer is screaming because at this point I may as well have started writing it myself, but the procrastination is still in full control. And also, I know that you my have other requests and things that you are working on so just take your time. I'll be happy to read this whenever you'll be up to making it.

Ohhh my god—. First of all, the fact that you laid this out like a beautifully structured slow-burn movie in my head?? I'm unwell. Genuinely kicking my feet reading this because the tension, the pacing, the way you get Kai so right?? You’ve absolutely nailed the dynamic. And that masquerade scene??? STOP. My heart cannot take the drama and the yearning.

Thank you so much for trusting me with something that’s clearly been living rent-free in your head (and now mine too). This is such a rich, layered, delicious request and I am absolutely going to work on it. Truly, these kinds of thoughtful, vivid ideas are what I live for. It’s going to be such a joy to bring this one to life—and trust me, I’ll take my time to make it feel exactly as you imagined (and hopefully even more 🤍).

You’ve basically handed me a gourmet meal to cook with and I’m so excited to serve it back. Thank you again, I seriously appreciate this so much—keep ‘em coming whenever inspiration strikes. 💌

[celeste444spacey]

ﾒ૦ GIRLS AIN'T NOTHIN' TO MESS WITH

a vaunt/rant/affirmation rampage (part 18+)

I am literally the embodiment of an Abel song. People say that I remind them of The Weeknd all the time. I literally sound like my favorite The Weeknd song.

I have the kinda charm that an XO girl has. I have the lethal face card you would assume a Trilogy song has. I have rizz that exceeds the rizz of the most fuckboy of fuckboys there is. I have the kind of lethal charm that makes even the most composed man falter.

My aura SCREAMS XO. My voice screams XO. MY face screams XO. Embodiment of Ecstasy and Oxycontin.

You don't meet girls like me twice. You don’t even meet girls like me once.

The kinda girl to have songs written about by fucking rappers. You know what I mean? Rappers love namedropping me n shi. The kinda voice that ends up in a sample. The kinda body that gets talked about in a verse. The kinda name that gets used as a song title.

I am so fucking hypnotizing. My voice is hypnotizing. My existence is hypnotizing. People are in a trance when they're in my presence. I'm literally the embodiment of people's fantasies.

Everything about me screams divine. Everything about me screams larger than life. I'm like a walking psychedelic.

My energy literally screams Trilogy. I'm haunting, beautiful, lingering and perpetuate obsession.

I'm divine. I'm the embodiment of an angel. My eyes could make a person confess every sin they've ever committed.

I could have the most composed man acting irrational. The most heartless man catching feelings. The most disciplined man breaking his own rules.

There are women who are desired, and then there are women who are worshipped. I am the latter. No one ever forgets me. Even when they want to. Especially when they want to.

I look like I break hearts. I sound like late-night voicemails men regret leaving. I look like I should be somebody’s biggest mistake, but I’m really their favorite memory.

I make people delusional. One conversation and they’re planning our future. No one leaves my presence unaffected. Some get obsessed. Some get ruined. Some never fully recover.

I walk into a room, and the air shifts. I don’t even have to try. People just feel me.

I am the type of girl songs are written about. Not the cutesy love songs—the ones that sound like obsession, lust, and regret all mixed into one.

BIG ASS MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WARNING!!!!!

CONTENT BELOW THE CUT IS STRICTLY 18+

UNDERAGE MANIFESTOR GIRLIES I GOT Y'ALL ANOTHER DAY I PROMISE THIS AIN'T FOR Y'ALL RN

(divider creds: @adornedwithlight)

Now listen, girls...i sincerely hope y'all aren't underage. Because this is about to get NASTY alright 😭 (i tried my best to do this with a straight face) also insert your SP wherever you wish lol the affs are very generalized feel free to cater it for yourself 💋

(divider creds: @prttyribbons)

My body is a spiritual experience. It feels like a sin, tastes like a dream, and moves like a song that was made for sex. My pussy is the reason men start acting different. You think they’re nonchalant? Not when they’ve had me.

The way I ride dick? Life-changing. Some men never recover. Some men compare every girl after me to me, and none of them ever come close. This that Trilogy level pussy game. Straight outta thursday.

[SP] cannot stop thinking of fucking me. I'm the definition of fuckable. I'm the definition of divine delicacy.

I make him beg. I make him whimper. I make [SP] lose all dignity between my legs.

My body is the type that makes men change their whole life trajectory. Suddenly, their priorities shift. Suddenly, they have a new purpose: me.

My mouth doesn’t just suck dick—it devours it. Messy, sloppy, nasty. I’ve had men twitching after I sucked them off. Twitching. The way I take dick should be studied. The way I look up while doing it? Life-changing.

Men stutter when I pull my panties off. They gasp when they slide inside me. I make men slutty. I make them desperate. I make them fucking insane.

[SP] could fuck me all night and still wake up hard just thinking about it. I’ve had [SP] crying in pussy. Crying. Saying shit like, “I can’t believe this is real.”

[SP] leaves my bed thinking, I will never find another girl like her. And they’re right. He has ever fucked me without thinking about it the next day. The next week. The next month.

My pussy is a reset button. You could be the most experienced man alive, but once you’re in me, you’re a virgin again.

My pussy is once-in-a-lifetime. No one gets this and comes out unchanged. [SP] saw his past lives while he was inside me. He felt his soul leave his body. He is a better man now. He thanks me for it

My pussy feels like the first time someone tries shrooms. Like their third eye just opened. Like they’re seeing colors they didn’t even know existed.

When I spread my legs, [SP] finds God. I make men lose time in me. What felt like 10 minutes? Turns out it was hours. He didn’t just cum. He ascended. My pussy is a portal. A man goes in one way and comes out different. They enter me as themselves. They leave me reborn.

I make men obsessed. Not in a lustful way. In a lost-in-the-abyss, staring-at-the-moon, can’t-focus-on-anything-else kind of way.

[SP] swore he could handle it. Deadly wrong.

The withdrawal symptoms? Brutal. He can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t focus. He’s just fucked up over me. He would sell his soul just to feel this one more time. My pussy is narcotic-grade. It’s the kind of high that makes men do insane shit.

This is not just sex—this is an overdose waiting to happen.

My pussy is his addiction, his obsession, his doom. Worst part? He doesn't want to quit. Couldn't quit if he tried.

AND WHILE WE'RE AT THAT........

I am untouchable to those with bad intentions. No evil eye, no weird energy, no bad vibe can penetrate my aura. I am divinely protected at all times.

My presence is a locked and exclusive. If you ain't for me, you won’t even find me. If your energy is off, you’ll fumble me before you even get close.

I move through the world shielded and safe. No harm, no danger, no bad energy can reach me. Only the right people, the right opportunities, and the right experiences make it into my space.

Every step I take is guided, guarded, and blessed. I walk with divine forces that block negativity before it even thinks of touching me.

I radiate an energy so powerful that only those with pure intentions can approach me. The low vibrational, the envious, the draining, the creeps weirdos, ugly fucks???? They don’t even have the courage to step near me.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA (30f) for losing my cool/snapping at my roommate and friend (30m, who I will call Kyle) because he was too loud playing games online with his friends?

For context, in case it's needed: this happened a couple months ago, but it's been on my mind. We are both autistic and thus got a late start in our adult lives, in several ways. We have been friends for 10 years and have lived together for roughly 7 of them, on and off (we adopted 2 cats together many years ago, its just easier like this so we dont have to separate them or force one of us to be away from the cats. we love them very much. kind of a coparenting situation lol). Kyle has a salaried tech job that's remote for 70% of the time, and I've recently become a full-time online college student after failing to "make it" without a degree.

We live in a tiny 2-bedroom house that Kyle's family owns. We're only charged for utilities, which is why neither of us are leaving anytime soon (contrary to what you might assume, Kyle does not make a lot of money), especially since it's giving me the opportunity to go to school full-time and not worry about rent. Kyle helps me a lot with groceries and other necessities and I do most of the chores.

So we are always basically on top of each other, and sometimes we get on each other's nerves. We try to be respectful of each others' space, but it's hard because there is not much space in the first place.

I had a really busy day studying and doing homework, which is basically every day for me, since I'm taking 6 classes, 4 of which are STEM classes. So I tend to fall asleep early if I'm not unintentionally pulling all-nighters. I was trying to sleep when this happened around 9pm.

He usually closes his door because he knows he can be very loud, but it doesn't help much. I ended up having to close my own door to try and drown out some of his yelling and laughing, which I understand is going to happen and I try not to hold it against him.

But then he opened his door and left it wide open, so I could hear everything, like he was in the same room. Something really funny must have happened because he started scream-laughing.

Despite this being a semi-regular weekly occurrence, I was really startled. I figured, it probably wasn't intentional and he'll try to quiet down and close his door. I tried to relax and as soon as I started to fall asleep, he did it again, except louder.

This time he didn't stop, he was full-on screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs. Kinda like those game streamers/youtubers where literally all they do is scream the whole time? Very similar. My cat, who was asleep under the blanket on top of me, got startled awake and scratched the shit out of my leg.

I think this all triggered a "fight" response because I was suddenly just so incredibly pissed at Kyle, which I tried to get under control, but he would not stop screaming and I literally could not hear myself think.

(I cannot wear earplugs or have anything in/covering my ears for huge sensory reasons.)

Then my cat wanted to leave the room to see what the commotion was, so I had to open the door, which gave me a direct line of sight to to Kyle at his computer.

I walked over to his doorway. Tried to knock and call his name, but he didnt notice with his noise cancelling headphones on. So I slammed my hand against his door to get his attention & yelled "Hey! Shut the fuck up, Kyle!"

He looked surprised to see me and laughed and kinds waved it off and said "sorry, it got a little intense" and he started to explain what they were doing.

I cut him off and said "I don't care. Shut the hell up." He said he could close his door again, and I said "No, you need to stop. Just stop! You're freaking the cats out too!" and I pointed to my leg with huge bloody scratch marks, shut his door, went back to my room, shut my own door. And of course after that I had adrenaline coursing through my body and I couldn't fall asleep anyway.

After that, I didnt hear a single sound from his room apart from an occasional quiet laugh. I started to feel guilty. I think I overreacted and ruined his fun. I know this is his way of blowing off steam halfway through the work week.

I also felt embarrassed because his friends probably heard me throwing a fit. We have lived with them before, and they're exactly that loud every single night. I have had to ask them to quiet down multiple times, and Kyle told me later on that gave them the impression that I'm. Well, "neurotic, controlling bitch" was heavily implied. Kyle is usually a lot more chill, but being around these guys influences him to act more like them.

But, I guess being loud while having fun isn't a crime, especially when it's not even 10pm yet. I feel like I proved his friends right, maybe.

The next morning I apologized, he apologized too, and everything seems to be good between us, but it's been a while and he's a lot quieter during game night now. He's such a reserved and stressed out person, he hardly ever laughs except when he's playing games, so I feel like I destroyed an important outlet.

I told another friend what happened and she said I didn't overreact at all and she would have flipped out way sooner if her husband did that. (Not sure it's comparable I mean we aren't married lol) And for the record, this friend and her husband were once part of a now-fractured friend group including Kyle and his game night friends, but grew apart, for a lot of reasons, but I think mainly because the Loud Gamer Friends never really grew up while everyone else matured and moved on to different phases in life.

Basically my friends current impression of Kyle is that he is a decent person but incredibly emotionally stunted and feels like he may unintentionally cope in ways that often hurt me without caring as much as she thinks he should. Which....feels partially accurate, I guess. But isn't that placing too much responsibility on him for my wellbeing? He does a lot for me, so it felt like an unfair thing to say.

My mom on the other hand, seems to fully think I am an asshole fun-ruiner. She thinks I should have tried harder to calm down. Maybe I should have approached him sooner - nicely.

And I agree. He probably would have tried his best to oblige even if he couldn't fully succeed. But that's the reason I didn't bother - in the past he has only been able to honor that kind of request for maybe 10-15 minutes, then forgets, and it's exhausting to keep reminding him.

Anyway... what does everyone here think?

[koolades-world]

Words cannot express how much I adore your writing, ESPECIALLY when it comes to Satan, like hands down one of the best Satan writers🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ but besides that- I would really love to see how the brothers react to MC who is… well… sensitive. As in- they care a lot about the brothers, and would obviously never even dream of hurting them let alone in reality. So I picture MC being extremely upset of the power they hold due to the seven pacts after the first time they use ‘stay’ (lesson 26-15). Then cue the events that result in MC getting the ring of light. Them being borderline horrified of their strength and tries to isolate themself thinking they might be a threat to brothers, even though at the back of their mind they know that the brothers could never actually be fatally injured because of them.

hello! of course :)

thank you so much for the satan writer compliment GAH he’s just my little guy and I’m glad people like my take on him. my sweet satan. hes the flame, and i am but a tiny moth drawn to his character potential and literally everything else about him

also, thank you for specifically requesting what you wanted!! usually I have no clue what people want and just guess haha. it's a little longer than a drabble would be so idk what it is anymore lol

hope you like where I went with this! did both satan and luci. enjoy <3

Sensitive Mc who's afraid of hurting the brothers

Satan

Satan was alone in his room, reading, when he was suddenly hit with a concerning thought. He had been meant to gift you that human world book he'd managed to find a second hand bookstore. Coincidentally, the two of you had been talking about that same book just yesterday, so he had to pick it up for you. He'd actually been hoping the two of you could read it together because he'd never read it. He could already imagine reading it aloud to you, how you’d be cuddled up in his lap, arms around him and using him as your personal pillow.

After he finished the page he was on, he grabbed the book. He'd probably have to reread everything he read before thinking of you, but that was alright. He’d learnt to treasure every moment he could with you. You were the only thing that could truly cause him to temporarily lose interest in a book.

With that, he set off, book in hand, to find you. First he check your room. It wasn’t unusual to not find you there. His brothers often dragged you elsewhere. Next he checked the library, his brothers’ rooms, and the attic, but it was to no avail. That was when he started to get worried. He started to call you and text you. He could see that you were reading his messages and the calls were ringing all the way through, but you didn’t reply once.

That's when he started to freak out. Every bad thing that could've possibly happened ran through his head. He stopped, and took a deep breath to clear his head to try and think more rationally. He knew he needed to find you, and while he knew telling his brothers was the best course of action, he figured he'd check your room one last time, just in case he managed to miss you somehow. As he stepped into your room and shut the door behind him, he caught sight of you. You were seated away from the door, head down on the table.

"Mc! There you are. I've been looking for you." He stepped towards you and put his hand on your shoulder. You jumped very suddenly, and whipped your head around to face him. The expression on your face wasn't one he'd ever seen you make. You looked deeply fearful, more so than when facing one of his angry brothers, or himself for that matter. The two of you made steady eye contact for a moment, before you suddenly stood up.

"Mc?" Satan was confused and concerned. You placed both of your hands on his chest and pushed him away as hard as you could before running to the opposite side of the room. "What's the matter?" He recovered quickly from his minor stumble.

"Stay back! I'm a monster. I can't hurt you. You mean too much to me." Satan got deja vu. He swore he'd said something exactly like that in the past. Your hands shook as you held them out in front of you, urging him to stop his advances towards you. You seemed to be struggling to hold them up, as your arm began to fall and your fingers could hardly stay upright. He saw himself in you in that moment. Afraid, alone, and confused, just like how he felt when he first came into being. While he wanted nothing more than to go comfort you, he found himself frozen mid-step towards you. This sent you into another fit of tears.

"See? I can't do anything right." You sobbed.

"Mc, please unfreeze me. I promise you, you can't hurt me." He could hear the desperation growing in his voice, and he was sure you could too.

"What if I hurt you on accident though? I don't know what I'd do. I care too much about you to do that to you." You tried to avoid eye contact, since looking into his eye was too painful.

"It's going to be alright. It'll take a lot to drive me away from you, because I care. If it ever gets to the point of you hurting me, I won't be upset with you because I know you didn't mean it. I trust you no matter what. Everything you just said proves that. Now, please, let me hug you. You need one." You eyed him skeptically.

"I don't trust me." You swiped away some of the tears with the back of your hand, but they kept flowing.

"You've already done so much for this family, and for me. Please, let me return the favor. I'll always be by your side. If the situation ever arises, we can work through it together. I'm not afraid to do what it takes to remain by your side." He silently implored you to meet his eyes, and when you finally did, he knew he'd gotten through to you.

"Alright. Come here." You smiled a little through the tears, and let your arms fall to your side. Like magic, Satan was able to move again and he quickly rushed forward to scoop you up. He held you close to him, gently wiping away your tears.

"I hope you can sense how much I care about you." He rubbed your back and sighed as you began to hug him back.

"Thank you." He knew that hurting him was probably the thing you feared most. He understood that, and promised himself that the two of you would work through that fear together. You changed his life, and wanted to really make sure you knew and didn't undermine how impactful you actually are to him.

Lucifer

It was late. Lucifer had already completed his nightly rounds and was doing paperwork, as usual. He'd made it through about half his stack, and had resolved to finishing it by morning.

He heard the the quiet footsteps of someone walking by his room, down the hall and up the stairs to the attic. With a sigh, he got up and followed whoever it was. He was too late to catch whoever it was, but he decided he'd let them get to the to top of the stairs before he went up after them.

He stood there for a moment, thinking. The only people who went to the attic were the twins, and occasionally you, if one of the twins happened to be up there. Really, only Belphie liked to be up there, and Beel and you just followed him, because he'd never seen either of you up there of your own volition. He wasn't sure why whoever it was needed to be up there at this hour. Belphie and Beel are usually knocked out at this hour. As he passed Levi's room, he heard the sound of a videogame and an angry sigh. Soft music was coming from Asmo's. The rest of the house was dead silent. Lucifer heard the stair at top of the staircase creak, meaning they'd reached the top landing. With that, he set off after them.

Once at the top of the stairs, he initially didn't see anyone and he quickly questioned if he'd been hearing things. Then, he spotted you sitting next to the window, hugging your legs and chin resting on your knees. Before he could speak, you beat him to it.

"Hello." You didn't turn around, or move at all.

"Mc. What are you doing up at this hour?" He stayed where he was, hoping that your conversation together would be quick.

"I could ask you the same thing." Usually, you'd say that with vigor, or some sort of enjoyment in your voice, but, your voice was flat.

"Very funny. Now, answer the question." He crossed his arms. While you were behaving a little strangely, he hoped it was just because it was late and continued as he usually would.

"Couldn't sleep. Didn't want to bother anyone." You sighed.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You are welcome to join me in my room tonight, if that might help." He felt a little sympathetic after you'd told him what was wrong. It would be nice to have them in his room as company, and a motivation to work faster.

"I've just been... thinking, is a good way to put it." All of your thoughts seemed jumbled, because everything that come out of your mouth, despite seemingly thinking hard about it, came out strangely.

"That's oddly vague, Mc." He took a few more steps towards you, but you still kept yourself turned towards the window. You remained silent, so he took the final few steps until he was right behind you.

"Lucifer. Will you make me a promise?" You turned to him slowly for the first time that evening. The little bit of moonlight streaming in through the window half illuminated your face. He could tell you hadn’t slept at all that night, maybe longer. The circles under your eye were very telling. The way you looked back at him unsettled him. That in itself spoke more words than he could ever say. There was a far off look in your eyes, like you were staring right through him. He never thought he'd be afraid of you, but the way you were behaving was scaring him.

“Of course, my love. Anything.” You turned back to the window, but he could tell you kept looking at him through the corner of your eyes.

“Promise me you’ll stop me if I ever do anything that might hurt your or your brothers. At any cost.” That sentence sent a shiver down Lucifer’s spine. It was an accomplishment to say that you could make a chill wrack through the body of Diavolo's right hand man, but this moment was anything but joyous or celebratory. The implications of your statement were grim.

"What are you talking about?" He stumbled on his words a little, unsure how to approach what you just asked.

"I'm not really sure how to put how I feel into words. But, that's what I do know." You glanced between him and the view outside the window.

"If you could, please try to enlighten me." He sat beside you

"I'm unsure of the power I have. I feel like I shouldn't have this. I'm unworthy and afraid of what I might do. You saw what I did on accident. I didn't mean to really make all of you stop like that. I know it didn't hurt too bad but... I just don't know how I feel." You sighed again.

"I understand how you feel, I believe. You're more than worthy to wield the power you do. It's not easy to quell the seven avatars of sin, but, you are, aren't you? Do not discredit yourself. I'm sure you know you could never hurt any of us, right?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow at you, awaiting your response.

"I'm not discrediting myself, I'm just afraid is all, alright? Sorry if I've felt distant lately. It's just been on my mind for a while." You snapped to face him again.

"I see. Please, do not isolate yourself like that from us again. We can work through this together. I know you're afraid of hurting us, but the day that happens is the day the Devildom freezes over, alright? We care." He paused. "I care."

A gentle smile made its way across your face. "Thanks. I think I'll always be a little afraid, honestly. But, I trust you, and I know you mean what you say." Lucifer remembered what you'd said earlier. He hoped he'd never have to follow through that.

For now though, he hoped to treasure this moment with you, and hopefully help you get to bed with the little nugget of peace he'd given you.

[gomzdrawfr]

want to join the fandom cause it seems fun seeing fanarts and you and others interacting but I don't know how...and with the whole ai thing im scared...

my advice: just do it

really! sometimes all you really need is a leap of faith, and that was exactly how I dropped into the cod fandom. When I joined the ghoap discord server I talked to one of the artist I really like and respected from my lurking time (hi @bressynonym) aaaand the rest is history

I didnt know how to draw properly, nor digitally, all I did was scribbling on OneNote (yeah!) and rambled about cod characters, it is daunting and it is scary to interact but after a while? you may just be able to find someone to brainrot together with

start small, like commenting, reblogging, talking, chatting- doesn't have to be towards artist/writers, it could be the art/fic enjoyers!

you need to put yourself out there if you want something

as to if you want to start in the fandom as a creator, here's some more tips (which are all based on my experience, I am no pro at doing this, hell Im still learning myself, and I am by no means speaking these on behalf on others!)

establish a goal: what are you making? fandom based? original creations?

as with starting new, everything may take a while for stuff to happen, you'll feel like you're speaking to the void at times (esp with original arts, but do know that your stuff do get perceive by others as time goes, I would advise to draw fandom stuff as a beginning to get that boost going if you want! or else it's going to be quite hard to get things rolling)

imo this is hardest part of any new creator, you'll have to bear with it and try not to give up (but I understand how incredibly demotivating it could get, there were times when I stopped posting about Raven entirely, but eventually I post it anyway cuz surely someone out there will like them, it just takes a lot of patiences and perseverance)

btw, engagement can also vary from time to time, you may be booming for a bit, then suddenly you dont, it is a cycle that will bound to happen

take rest regularly, and I mean a break from social media because numbers, discourse and everything can get to you, very quickly (I cannot emphasise this enough)

the numbers are not worth it over your mental health (comes with practice to really solidify this thought)

study the algorithm (pain): see what other creators are doing to get where they are, what tags are they using in their post? what features/niche do people like?(this is, if you really want to grab some form of engagement, bcuz reminder in the end you are creating art for yourself first!)

example: I think posts would get more reach if you tag it with the ship name first, followed by the characters' name (doesn't work all the time tho)

that's the thing about algorithm, it is ever-changing, and you'll have to learn to adapt with it when it does!

expanding on that, studying algorithm could be about ships (for example, ghostsoap is most popular in the fandom), or really good rendered art/flashed out fic that leaves your jaw on the floor, or ships that gets lesser attention in general which puts you, who make content about them, easier to be brought into the light (like Faralex)

bUT, it can also be personality!

(again, not saying this is meant for everyone and strictly from my own experience + what I observe) for me, I made up the lack of my art by establishing a personality: a wild panda who yaps about price and their oc and also kinda everywhere in the place (just like this post LOL), OR you're the person who named themselves after Soap's ash particle number OR you're the one who likes bottom Ghost- literally anything goes, you want to make an impression in different ways, some more funny/goofier than others but it works (be mindful and stay respectful tho, dont wanna be the asshole in the fandom now do ya?)

efforts ≠ engagement (not all the time, but most time) and this is a fact. Sometimes, you can't expect a piece you did for 10+ hours to get thousands views and likes, especially in a fandom space. You need to understand algorithm is that wonky. (very disheartening, but again, you make the art for you and the few others who genuinely likes them, and those people can go a long way) be mentally prepared for such events, and try not to beat yourself up too much for it

ultimately tho, do it, do it scared but do it anyways and again, draw the things that bring you joy, I hope these could be helpful in some ways!

[happyhauntt]

gold rush modern au hcs

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─── summary: the anya / nikolai brainrot is real and i want to start writing for their modern au so until i do, here are some fun headcanons bc i literally cannot stop thinking about them.

─── pairing: nikolai lantsov & anya kamenev (original character.)

anya lets her guard down when she's drunk and early on in their situationship it's the only time nikolai gets to take care of her.

like she calls him to come and get her from a frat party genya took her to and she's so cuddly he's honestly concerned she's been drugged and/or cloned

like 'who are you and what have you done with the girl who bullies me like her life depends on it???'

he's so soft for it when he realises she's just drunk and he tucks her up in her bed with painkillers and a trash can within reach and he sits on the couch until dawn to make sure she's okay and then slips out before she wakes up.

everyone: 'for someone who hates nikolai you sure are obsessed with him'. anya: 'no i'm not???' everyone: 'sure you aren't babe'.

they are the definition of 'fell first, fell harder' !!!

nikolai was out here pining for anya for years, and she just wakes up one day and gets slammed like a fucking freight train with the realisation. oh fuck. i'm in love with nikolai. somehow. how the fuck did that happen. WHY the fuck did that happen. my life is over.

this is right after nikolai is injured at winter fête during an assassination attempt against his father and her whole world just screeches to a halt.

genya and david are just in the corner and david's handing genya a wad of cash and they're laughing while anya has her little meltdown it's adorable.

entering into a friends-with-benefits situation when anya is engaged to vasily (it's an uno-reverse plot of their original story where nikolai is engaged to alina bc PARALLELS and also i can't let them be happy in any universe without first making them suffer) is a Bad Idea but these two are nothing if not self-destructive.

anya may be in love with him but she doesn't have the emotional capacity to Deal with that yet so she's just gonna fuck him.

being friends-with-benefits is all well and good until nikolai gets so fucking jealous of anyone who even looks at anya. she finds this hilarious (until someone's looking at nikolai and then she's throwing hands.)

anya is very insecure about her disability, especially because of her status and expectations, and nikolai makes it his duty to show her how much he adores every inch of her, every day.

anya is engaged to vasily and she and nikolai fully get caught by zoya sneaking out of the engagement party to go makeout in the bathroom. these two are gonna give her premature grey hairs honestly-

anya admits to nikolai that she misses being able to dance. nikolai helps her dance around her apartment by supporting her weight and they're giggling and suddenly they're slow dancing and it's so fuckin adorable.

it's hard to believe anya was so mean to him for literal years.

nsfw beneath the cut!

anya learning she's actually a sub is so fucking funny

like she is so submissive during sex but absolutely not at first. she has a dire need for control in her life and definitely runs their sex life/tops for the first few months.

it's really significant the first time she realises she trusts nikolai and surrenders that control to him, because what she really wants is someone to take care of her, someone to trust completely.

she's so bossy at first and then sex becomes this thing where she just melts and nikolai literally thinks he'll die the first time she allows him that control because it's like seeing anya for the first time, and he's so in love with her already even if it's just sex but in that moment he swears he fell in love with her again. knowing he had her trust like that was,,, everything.

teasing eachother like it's an olympic sport?? more likely than you think.

like she used to hate him (lol not really) and now it's her personal fucking mission to rile him up at any given opportunity. public events?? in the library?? at her own fucking engagement party?? you got it.

nikolai fucking anya in her wedding dress??? yes.

because she is a masochist and doesn't know when to stop hurting herself (or nikolai honestly) she's like 'hey it arrived from it's final fitting, can i show it to you?' and he wants to say no so badly.

she's marrying his asshole brother, there is no world where he wants to see this dress, see her in it, picture her wearing it for someone other than him.

but her eyes are so wide, so vulnerable, and he realises she needs this. needs him to be the first person to see her wearing it. needs him to understand.

so she comes out, and he's honestly,,, floored. and angry. and so, so turned on. his eyes grow dark and hungry and before they know it he's hiking the dress up to her waist and fucking her against the doorframe.

and it's so possessive and full of remember you're my good girl, not his and when you're saying your vows, you gonna think of this? think of me fucking you in this dress? you're so beautiful, my darling, he doesn't deserve you. look at me. you're gonna walk down the aisle and all i'll be able to picture is your face as you come for me.

it's so hot and the room smells like sex and nikolai takes a picture of her in the dress afterwards, draped on the bed, face flushed and eyes shining and happy. and he'll pretend it's their wedding night.

[girl-named-matty]

Can you please do headcanons for Garreth Weasley? I love your Sebastian ones but I need Garreth’s too! :D

I was waiting for someone to ask for this sweet boy!

Random Garreth headcanons by me!

Time for this sweet boy! 

Seriously, like this boy is the biggest cutie pie in the entire school. 

SO BUCKLE UP Y’ALL! 

Garreth has a LOT of siblings, I’m talking six to seven or more. The Weasley's are known for having a lot of children. 

I’d say he’s somewhere in the upper middle of the family. And as of the time in the game, he’s the oldest Weasley at Hogwarts. 

Probably has a lot of little sisters. I’d imagine when he gets home, the sisters who aren’t at school yet just bombard him with hugs and then talk his ear off about things that they did while he was gone at school. 

I feel like he’s really close with his mom and dad but he’s around his mom more because she’s home more than his dad is. 

100% a baker. 

THIS BOY CAN BAKE. 

Yeah sure he can cook but he is AMAZING at baking. He learned from his mom when he was really young and hadn’t stopped since. It gave him a sweet tooth (i’d say most of the weasleys have one). When he’s at home, he’s making something at least every day in the kitchen. 

On the topic of food, he loves it. As most of the Weasleys do, Garreth loves to eat. Anytime, anywhere, he just loves it! (and I cannot blame him lol) 

His love for experimenting potions came from experimenting in the kitchen as a kid. 

At school, his best friends without a doubt are Leander and Natty. They’re always talking and hanging out together. 

That being said, if Garreth ever found out that he and Leander were related later down the line in not one but two ways, he would literally pass out. Although it was by marriage, who wouldn’t want to be at least related to their best friend in some way?? 

Loves pulling pranks. On whoever, whenever. He also ropes Leander into them because usually they have the same person in mind when they want to prank someone and usually their pranks work, they’re pretty good at it by now. 

He gets along decently well with Sebastian. They hang out more than people think they do. 

He would hang out more with Ominis if Ominis didn’t scare the crap out of him. He doesn’t know why but he finds Ominis both very intriguing and very intimidating. 

His favorite classes are definitely Potions and Herbology. HATES Astronomy because it’s always cold up in the tower. 

Yeah this boy hates the cold. He HATES IT. 

In the winter times he’s always bundled up and he suddenly becomes super grateful that his mom and grandmas knit him all these sweaters because he’s wearing one everyday along with layers, his house scarf and his robes. He doesn’t like the cold at all. 

He’ll still go play in the snow but that doesn’t mean he won’t complain about how cold it is. 

If Garreth played quidditch, he’d definitely be a beater. 

He actually does pretty well, motivated by the fact that all his older brothers played quidditch and he doesn’t want to be the only one who didn’t and didn’t do well. 

His favorite Professors would be Professor Garlick and surprisingly Professor Sharp. As much as Professor Sharp gets on his case all the time, Garreth knows a lot of what he does about potions because Sharp has been such a good teacher. And like I explained in the Sharp hc’s where Garreth kinda grew on him, it was likewise for Garreth. 

And if you thought it was gonna be his aunt, no, it’s not. His aunt keeps him in line at school and he’s still grumpy about it. 

He’s an amazing storyteller. He grew up making up and telling stories on the fly to his younger siblings and it definitely stayed with him as he grew up. He can come up with the most brilliant ideas and make them into a story that’s entertaining for everyone. 

This boy would be the cutest, wholesome lover ever. 

The kind of one to run up to you suddenly and give you kisses all over your face. Yeah that one. 

He LOVES physical affection. It's definitely his love language. In his family its normal to be very affectionate to one another, not to mention we know every single Mrs. Weasley to ever exist has ALWAYS been motherly and affectionate and it definitely rubbed off on Garreth. He has no problem hugging, cuddling, or giving forehead/cheek kisses to anyone he’s close to. 

Leander was like (??) the first time Garreth gave him a kiss on the forehead in their first year but after that he got used to it and he actually finds it pretty sweet. 

As much as this HC would make it seem like Garreth’s boggart would probably be something to do with his family dying, honestly I think his is more similar to Rons. HE HATES SPIDERS and so when that giant spider comes running out of the boggart chest, he screams. 

He thinks they’re ugly and gross with FAR too many legs to be comfortable with. Not to mention the eyes. Ugh he just hates them. If there’s a spider at home, he’d rather let his little sisters kill it. 

He definitely thinks he’s the funniest person in the world. And although he does have a great sense of humor, sometimes it’s a very specific kind of humor that takes you a minute to get. 

Definitely slaps his knee and doubles over when he’s laughing. 

He’s not very good at remembering he has homework, tests, or other school obligations other than classes and so his Aunt Matilda is always having to remind him. And while he is very thankful for that, he’s of course gotta be salty cuz his aunt is telling him what to do. 

His baby face never really left him. As he got older his cheekbones got a little more defined but nothing super serious. This boy will always have his cute squishy cheeks in one way or another. 

I feel like if the right person was in his life at the time, he’d probably get married pretty quick after school and he DEFINITELY wants kids. And a lot of them at that. It’s like it’s a staple statement of the Weasley family. 

He’d be a great dad, always being involved in his kids' lives, he’d always try to teach them new things and at the request of his partner try to get his kids to not blow things up like he did. 

Overall he really is just the sweetest boy in all of Hogwarts. 

Ugh I just love him! I'll definitely do a part 2 for him soon!

[deepestuniversallove]

Hey I literally logged in just to give you support. Don't listen to these idiots telling you that you're gross for loving Mewtwo.

Because if loving Mewtwo is gross then the entire monster-fucking community should also be shamed but they aren't hmmmmmm I wonder why.

The degenerates in this fandom are perfectly fine with Ash fucking Latias, and men fucking Gardevoir, Vaporeon, or whatever slutty monster girl bitch of the week, but nooo you self shipping with Mewtwo is apparently cONcERnING or whatever.

(I love how no one calls the Hatsune Miku guy names lol, do I smell double standards? )

But this doesn't surprise me because the Pokemon community is full of hypocrites and these are the same no - life losers who shit their pants because Ash isn't in the anime anymore, their parents truly failed in raising them.

Lord knows I faced enough trouble for loving Steven and that too, from an Eevee fucker.

Monika, sweetie you are doing nothing wrong, your love for Mewtwo is so innocent, sweet and pure. I think it's beautiful how helped you with depression and escape your narcissistic mother.

People on this site love to preach mental health support but the very minute you do something different yet harmless suddenly it's

"OH NO YOU DARE TO LOVE A "FICTIONAL CHARACTER"

Keep on giving them rectal bleeding and draw more of you and Mewtwo ;) I love to see it.

AHH thank you so much for this message!! 🥹 That is so sweet of you!

Yeah, I dunno why it has always been like this. Even 10 or even 20 years ago, I often got messages chastising me for selfshipping with Mewtwo, calling it "nasty" and "degenerate", when really, i am not doing it to specifically be a degenerate, but because I honestly love Mewtwo. In his story, he too had to fight against a narcissistic "parent" (Giovanni), just like I had to against my own. How can it be seen as a crime to want to believe? Or has it been wrong to say "Mewtwo, please teach me to be brave like you" in my mind during the hard times, especially back when I was a lonely child?

Haha, I doubt anyone could ever shame the monster fucker community out of what they are doing. Or the furry community for that matter. 🤣

There always seems to be some sort of underlying misogyny happening. Women are expected to get an IRL husband/boyfriend to serve as soon as possible, so seeing a woman openly rather selfship with a fictional character is threatening to them, because how dare a woman not be in the kitchen and make sandwiches for a man? How dare a woman prefer to be single when there is a "male crisis of loneliness" happening?

Then again, I don't think I owe society anything. Where was society when I was abused? Where was the help or the community when I needed them most? I was left to my own devices. When a fictional character like Mewtwo brings someone like me more hope than any IRL human, that's how I know we failed as a society. Even sicker is that other more destructive forms of coping mechanisms are more encouraged. Somehow selfshipping is seen as more evil by the "moral police" than dying from a drug overdose on the streets or having alcoholism.

Anyone who ever complains to me about "ruining Mewtwo" or whatever - no, you aren't "concerned", you are just using that word to camouflage that what you really want is control over me and what I put out there. And i can tell you it is futile. I haven't survived so far just for some snotty brats to tell me what i can or cannot do in MY online space. Don't like what I post? Tough titties, use the block button. No one is forcing you to look at my "cringe". My cringy stuff brings me joy and makes me happy, and I feel I deserve some happiness in this shitty world of ours. You do too, so just..go and have some fun yourself. Don't waste your only life on policing others.

So yeah, you are right, dagdasgoddess. I will keep giving people "rectal bleeding". 🤣 No one can stop me from loving Mewtwo, my guardian angel that even visits me in my dreams at night, and loves me even when I absolutely despise myself. He will always be a bastion of love for me, a symbol that life is worth living regardless of hardships.

[illogicallyx]

Awh not Megumi being poutty at that but like so canon though- bro (Satoru) was like who’s this new teacher telling off the kid he couldn’t

(Well ignore ignore racist suguru here😭) but like I dint think both his daughters are menaces? Just like nanako? Mimiko’s like quiet and all right? But he’ll catch up on it so quick and I bet he’d want to take advantage of it but haha imagine the shock when you don’t pass his daughters/hypothetically when they fail💀

Nanami is so so so Asian parent coded—be it a girl or boy he has. Like personally, I think he’s a girl dad BUT like he’s not at all afraid to say shit lmao

omg okay PT 2

i can imagine like satoru's confidence faltering upon seeing ur face bc god you're so fuckinh pretty and something abt ur strict teacher aura is rubbing off on him too and suddenly he's feeling nervous just like megumi who's still standing behind satoru like he's hiding behind a wall

i know this man would still put on a brave face doe just like he has done before with yaga and will smile so brightly towards u in the way he usually does to other girls when he tries to wow them and extends his hand to you for a handshake and -

wait....why isnt it working??? why do u still have that unimpressed look in ur eyes and why is ur frown getting deeper?

i can imagine the teacher - you regarding him like 🤨 and being like "is this a joke? megumi did u bring ur brother to parent teacher meeting?" and they both are like oh boy how do we explain this...

and for suguru we will pretend he does not have such racist thoughts when he's with you okay? okay.

i believe his girls are deffo menaces but like in a way that its very lowkey yk? its all suguru's fault okay? they are sooo spoiled by him like he knows they are naughty as hell like when he tells them no sugar after dinner and he hears rustling in the kitchen late at night he knows its them but he just smiles and lets them bc he actually cannot say no

nanako is the doer but i know mimiko is the planner like she may be quiet and very timid but shes the one who gives the idea and she deffo is in full agreement when her sister wants to do something they arent supposed to

they deffo are like the types to eat in class. like you'd be teaching and facing the board snd you will hear the crinkle of the wrapper of a candy bar and u just sigh but u tried so hard to tell them no but they just look up at you with their round eyes and just make you weak for them like okay u tried to be strict but they are so cute.

omg i can imagine like a single parent au where once the romance starts u and suguru both will be like down bad for each other and for the girls

as for the meeting!! he can tell u are lying but he finds it so damn endearing - bc like u fidget with ur fingers when u utter another lie about how his girls are soooo well behaved which he internally scoffs at bc the girls literally tell him abt the fights they get into regularly when they get home so like 🤭🤭 and the girls LMFAO they are having the time of their lives glancing at each other and laughing behind their hands bc their teacher has a crushhhhhhhh even they can tell bc u are currently looking at their father the same way you do when they give u their best 🥺🥺 face lol

and for kento i feel like he'd be the type to give their kid the complete freedom to do whatever they want as long as they pass okay? BUT imagine his shock when his baby girl is soooo into her studies???? like he spent his life not being interested in jujutsu or the corporate world or the real life world but his girl?????? she LOVES to study she LOVES STEM and shee deffo wants to study something like astrophysics JUST like you

whos you? he asks

her physics teacher ofc!!! i feel like before you transferred to her school as a physics teacher she hateddd physics math and all those subjects bc they were so hard for her but then u became her teacher and she lOVES IT and she was surprised and nanami was surprised bc like since when did u stop gushing abt ur literature class and started doing that for physics class?????

yeah imma stop here THSI IS TOO LONG

part 1 part 3

[pirdmystery]

sylvain jose gautier for the ask game

oiuhgggghhhggggggggggg…

first impression: it is important to note that i literally got into 3h because i knew it as “that game with sylvain in it.” i didn’t even know what to expect from him other than that. so when dimitri introduces him as “a bit of a skirt chaser” or whatever i’m like lol ok?? what??

impression now: if anyone is interested… go through my sylvain tags to get a feel for this. i’ve been spiraling lately. suffice to say i am SO sick about him like more and more every day. christ alive talk about a guy with problems. the way he is so smart and so soft but he is absolutely determined not to let anyone know either of those things… noooo I’m actually just a wacky little guy don’t worry about me… i’m just the comic relief… doing fine… yeah i know i said “burn until we meet again” and “see you in hell i guess” but that’s just because I’m being soooooo funny and normal… i’ve also never cried in my life btw…

fav moment: there are so many blink and you miss it unhinged sylvain moments in this damn game. i’ve talked about it recently but the fact. that if he does badly on a lesson and you pick console instead of critique he gets really bitchy and pissed off. like jesus christ. sorry for trying to extend you some gentleness buddy will not make that mistake again.

also let’s take a moment to recognize the iconic “it killed my brother and now it’s mine.” certified sylvain moment

idea for a story: i have billions. i never stop emotionally tormenting this man. got a 20 years post cf angstfest about he and felix coming. beyond that i am obsessed with the prospect of a sylvain/mercedes/ingrid ot3 and someday i am going write a fic with them that isn’t just the extensive smut that currently exists in my google docs

fav relationship: i have got to go with ingrid. i do very much ship sylgrid romantically and they make me sooooooooo unwell but even if i didn’t their friendship is just so important to me in a way i really struggle to put words to. the way they understand each other perfectly but that makes it almost harder for them to get through to each other because of all the layers of bullshit they have built up around the true version of themselves that the other sees. they bump heads a lot but the way it’s so obvious that under whatever they might be clashing about and the baggage of their years of friendship there is this foundation of unconditional love that is not going anywhere no matter what oh god suddenly i cant see the screen and there’s something happening to my eyes oh god

a fun thing about sylvain is that i could write equally unhinged paragraphs about his relationships with mercedes and dorothea!! something about girls he would normally flirt with and their response is :) hey i see you btw! and sylvain is forced to crumble like a little baby. i cannot get enough of that shit. get seen idiot. i’ve also been known to enjoy some yurivain and dimivain and claudevain for not dissimilar reasons.

unpopular opinion: once again idk what is popular!! i feel like my shipping tastes with him are not the most popular but everyone is nice to me when i talk about them so. it’s all good

favorite headcanon: most bisexual man on the planet. i also love making him work service jobs lmao. he works at subway in my sylgrid fic but there are so many other things i want to subject him to. he should have to sing happy birthday to people at applebees. he should be a barista at a shitty coffee shop. mostly this is because it’s funny but i also think would be deeply in character for sylvain to plant himself somewhere far below his skill level and languish there as if there were nothing else he could do about it.

tysm for letting me go off about him… man. sylvain.

[commaclear]

Holy crap???????

I very recently started reading (most?) of the stories you have wrote on Ao3 and I'm in love. Marry me?? I'll give you a plastic spider ring I got for 25 cents.

Anyways, I aspire to be an author and was mostly wanting to know, how do you continue??

I have so many little ideas that float in my mind and I don't know how to keep writing after getting through one paragraph.

-Turtle-shell anon.

Oh dear, unfortunately I'm sworn to only marry Danny Devito...

Okay, I've got a lot to say abt this apparently. I was originally just gonna write some quick tips and it somehow turned into a full essay lol

#5 is my top suggestion for anyone who's feeling uninspired or stuck. Stories are driven by their characters, so let them lead the way!

1. Write your ideas down as soon as you have them

I've got about five or six tiny notebooks stowed away in different places (purse, desk, bedside table, etc.), and as soon as I have any kind of story idea, I start writing it down as soon as I can, otherwise I tend to lose it or lose my enthusiasm abt it, and it's harder to keep steam later on. I do this with ideas for future stories, ideas for dialogue five chapters from now, random descriptions of scenes, just literally anything that pops into my head.

Like dream journaling makes your dreams more vivid, the more you write down your ideas, the more ideas you'll start having! It's like unclogging a dam.

Also, physical writing is always better for me than typing when I get stuck because kinetic movement engages the brain more, so I have a few full size journals too to write longer ideas in.

2. Start stories even if you know you won't finish them

Writing is like a muscle. The more you use it, the more stamina you build up. So starting on stories, even if you don't know where you're going or know you won't finish is still productive because you're exercising that muscle and making it stronger. And who knows? Maybe you'll come back years later and finish this story brilliantly!

3. Download WriteorDie2

Write or Die is a horrific torture device for writers, but it is genuinely helpful for me to power through pointless writer's block or procrastination stints. Even when I feel completely uninspired, suddenly I find I'm full of ideas when threatened with screeching violin spiders.

4. Get a hype man

A big reason writers lose steam on projects is you start listening too much to the internal critic, and you end up hating your own project when you've barely even started. The best way to combat this is to get a non-writer friend to read your stuff and tell you everything they like about it. Ask them to say specific things they liked, not just vague "Yeah, it's good!" because specific positive feedback is always more encouraging than generic platitudes.

5. Do free form character PoV word-dumps

Get out a journal. Set a seven-minute timer and start writing in the voice of your main character (or whatever character is most relevant), like they're making a diary entry or giving a soliloquy. Your pencil cannot stop moving until the timer ends. Just keep writing and ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Have your character dump out all their thoughts and feelings and insecurities, have them rant and cry, have them giggle and blush and kick their feet, or maybe they're still masking their feelings and trying to be strong. Just write in their voice, and you'll be surprised by what they have to say.

6. Explain your story to a rubber ducky

If you're stuck in a plot and don't know where to go, explain your whole plot to a rubber ducky. Make sure you go into all the intricacies and details, explain all the side characters and background lore, tell that ducky where you want your story to go next and why you're stuck.

8 times out of 10, simply talking out loud through your plot will get you thinking differently, and you'll unstick yourself. And it doesn't have to be a rubber ducky; it can be literally anything with a face, but trust me, it is important that is has a face, and you need to be talking out loud, even if it's just a whisper.

[wyldblunt]

hi personal post just under a cut, it's not even serious or negative or anything i just feel like blabbering and it's embarrassing to have it out in the open lol

i NEED......... to get over how shy i am abt playing w ppl in game... it's not even just Running Content, i mean i get anxious/shy about even just. goofing around aimlessly/map completing with anyone i haven't known for literally years. or who i am not literally married to.

idk what it is!!! my brain immediately kicks into overdrive and gets completely clogged up with "am i not talking enough. are they getting bored. am i moving too fast/slow. i don't know what to do. this is stressing me out" and i have zero idea how to stop myself from getting like that. literally yesterday (SORRY IF THIS WAS YOU??? I THOUGHT YOU WERE NICE FWIW) someone came up to me and marina in game and said hi nicely and asked what we were up to and i like. Answered Once, and then did not talk again the whole time, and we sort of ran around together for a bit until i kind of lost track of them but the ENTIRE TIME i was agonizing over "am i being totally unfriendly and weird by not chatting. am i coming off like i want them to go away or just generally like an asshole" and as you can see i am also still agonizing about it now. even though objectively it was probably completely fine.

and EVEN WITH very good friends i've known for a long time i clam up like that... when i was trying to get into ffxiv some very good friends stopped by to give me stuff/say hi to my character etc and i got the exact same way!!! ppl i literally talk to all the time on twitter etc but then the second we're behind in game avatars i just get stressed out and start feeling super awkward and aside from like. jumping in place a few times suddenly forget literally every single thing i have ever known about human socialization

but it's dumb!!! and i'm so over it!!!! i wanna run dungeons and fractals and stuff, i even wanna scrape a group together to kind of activate my old guild again and claim a guild hall, stuff like that... and i KNOW the tumblr community is a great way to do that bc u guys are all so friendly and chill and it's way better than trying to throw myself into pugs or whatever. but oh my god. my fucking BRAIN, man

as i type this all out i do wonder if maybe a solution would be getting on voice chat w ppl while trying to play stuff together bc i truly feel like 90% of my anxiety comes from "i cannot type in chat and play at the same time, therefore i get super overwhelmed and confused about how to communicate naturally" and i feel like vc would solve that. but uh. if anyone does not mind sometimes running content with a guy who will probably be mostly silent and weird the whole time (the real glyndwr experience!!!!) please feel free to hit me up and i will get back to u between three and six billion business days

EDIT adding on more bc im still thinking lol. i just have a huge huge fear of coming off like a dick or like im unfriendly or something. ppl have constantly told me im intimidating for ages and it hurts my feelings and i get really antsy about it (this is why i never play reblog games abt like "rate how intimidating the person u reblogged from is" etc bc if anyone actually said they were scared of me i would get sad for real lol!!!). i naturally usually have a kind of flat/dry affect online and i make friends slowly, and i don't feel like changing how i express myself bc it's natural to me but. agh!!!! agh!!!! my wittle feelings!!!!!!

[arziaisfrench]

▪︎ IPKKND Ep 111 : Fire turned into ashes

I'm warning yall, this post is very long ! Let's go !

Arnav can feel Khushi wants him to stay, stay to explore and move to the next step. And he terribly wants to stay too.

His eyes betray his lust. And she doesn't mind.

She finally realizes every hint he dropped weren't her being delusional lol. This almost-kiss scene was incredibly haunting, and so gorgeous !

The lights, the chemistry, the intensity of their stares, the pull, the lights, the slow movement and that little detail that make the whole result even more delighful : the reflection of the water on the walls.

He's so gentle.

THEN suddenly, Asr stops Arnav. Asr takes control again. Arnav is fighting himself again.

"Why are you taking your hands off me? What's wrong? Kiss me."

Arnav stops his attempt to kiss her. Why? He got scared of course. He has, in my opinion, three main fears :

1/ He realizes the importance of his gesture. Kissing Khushi means promising her marriage. Does he really wants to get married? No, at least not for now. He never actually seriously thought of getting married because he never met someone he could love. He also didn't plan to fall in love. Meeting Khushi and most importantly falling in love with her started to make him change his mind.

Does he wants to get married to Khushi? He doesn't know. He doesn't have a certitude right now. He's not sure, he's not ready.

He wants her. He loves her. He would make her his girlfriend without a second thought. But Khushi already told him, it's marriage or nothing. He remembers.

He never thought of getting married before Khushi. And now he literally is about to kiss her, to promise her to get married in a way (it's what he thinks is Khushi's mindset, when in reality it's not).

And how could he change one of the most strong belief he had in his life so suddenly, because of one kiss? "Two people can't stay together for a lifetime. Marriage means family ... And I don't want to take the risk to be abandoned again."

Right now, he wants to run away. A kiss will change too many things in his life. He needs to reevaluate the situation. They never spoke about their feelings openly to each other !

Of course, kissing Khushi doesn't have to directly lead to a strict obligation to marry her. But Arnav is a man of integrity. He cannot act against what he believes is what Khushi wants (marriage). Having been made aware of Khushi's beliefs about love and marriage, he does not want to act hypocritically and kiss her pretending to believe that Khushi would be satisfied with a relationship that is not marriage. Arnav is not a dishonest man for the sake of it, he can lie to protect his vulnerability but not to use someone.

Khushi feels so lost. "He was about to kiss me. Why did he stop? He doesn't want me? He doesn't have feelings for me? Did I misunderstand him? Is only attraction/lust he feels? Is that why he stopped? Did he regret wanting to kiss me? Why?" Imagine seing the man you love regreting wanting you. Running away after he tried to kiss you. Imagine seing the man you love with whom you were about to get intimate run away from you to ask another women to get married?! A living cruel nightmare !

I don't think Khushi was thinking of the consequences of kissing Arnav contrarely of what he might think. She wanted him. She wanted to kiss him. The future wasn't something she was thinking when she let him come closer to her lips. She knew she loved him and trusted him. But she didn't know the deepness of his feelings, they never talked about it. "How can I … like this?"

Look at him, he is terrified. So he runs away once again but he also wants space to think more about them. He's panicking by over analyzing the situation because he is petrified of the probable consequences of his love on all the protections he has built over time to protect himself.

" -Where did you get my payal? For how long was it with you, and why didn't you return it to me earlier? Why now only? [Why now only? Because he was confessing to her by returning it.]

-Just leave me alone. He needed space right now. He don't want to talk about their relationship right now when he's too overwhelmed by his feelings & fears.

Infact, I don't even want to see your face. Go away. These cruel words are triggering Khushi. She feels humiliated.That's why she is insisting on having an answer.

-… explain to me … -I said just leave me alone." From the tone of his voice, you can sense he's begging her to let him have some time alone to think instead of letting his anger takes control, an anger that would hurt her and make him do something he would regret. He's fighting yet again against himself.

That almost-kiss moment was about Khushi and Arnav stop using their mind and living the moment only with the heart. And when the phone rings it wakes them both. But Khushi is confused by how she has completely put aside her own limits when it comes to her modesty. She was about to dive in her love and lust for and with him.

She's a bit awkward but she's not regreteful. Her confusion is due not only because Aranv left her like that but also because she allowed him to get physical while still having no real proof that he has deep feelings for her (no one actually confessed their feeling to the other). Him wanting to protect her, him trusting her a little was enough for her to let him kiss her since she's in love.

Then, Khushi's insistence woke up Arnav's mind, it took control of him completely. His mind, Asr. He's thinking way too much instead of living the moment with his heart. Arnav was terrified, therefore he ran away and let Asr takes charges

Khushi accepted how her love for him was winning over herself. Arnav still refuses to accept the way she can take control of him. He refuses to accept fully the power she holds on him for now.

2/ As I wrote previously, I think Arnav is obsessed/scared by the possible imbalance of their relationship, him allowing her everything. This is the second reason that could explain him freaking out. How could he let this happen? He created Asr persona for so many years, and she's gonna break it just like that? "How can I do this? Why did I fell this weak?" It might be an unpopular opinion but I think Arnav wasn't feeling guilty about cheating on Lavanya, I don't think he was runing away from Khushi because he felt guilty.

It's a way too simplistic reason, and it doesn't fit at all with the complex writing style that the screenwriters have presented to us from the beginning.

Now, let me share another theory of mine, here's my take : I actually feel like he was more triggered by his mother's d-ath than his father's. Lavanya was never the woman he loved. His mother was the woman his father loved. Their situation is not exactly the same.

But of course, I think a part of him was affected that he was almost cheating (and not only emotionally) like he's father. But it's not why he freaked out, and what I mean by that, is that this was not the reason he left Khushi. It's more complex. I think Arnav has secretly always been more angry at her mother (cause their relationship was stronger) for choosing to d'e for his father rather than stay alive for his children ! And that's why he ran away from Khushi, because he's aware of the love he has for her looks like the love his mother had for his father! Strange, powerful and mystical !!!!

> Let me explain more :

A part of himself hated his mom for ending her life because of his father, instead of facing the situation and choosing to stay alive for her children. That's why I think his personality disorder began.

He felt terribly guilty for resenting his mom despite loving her so much. And that's, in my opinion the most plausible reason explaining why he stopped. How can he allow himself to live the same type of love? He hated his mother for not being able to stay alive for his children. That's his process thinking when he leaves Khushi after almost kissing her.

Now it gets even more twisted, hear me out, I know it's a bit too complex, you might want to read everything more than once to really get what i mean, and again I'm sorry for my lack of vocabulary, english is not my native language.

We don't see him truly resent his father and we see him always having the best feelings for his mother. I think, it's because he burried his hatred for his mother in Asr persona. When he's Arnav or Chote he only shows his love for his mother. We never see him talk about his parent in his Asr persona.

He doesn't seem to me triggered here because he might feel like he's acting like his father, cheating. It will only really affect him this way in my opinion, and trigger him when he's gonna think Khushi was cheating on him with Shyam and Shyam was cheating on Anjali with Khushi. Because Khushi is the woman he loves.

Lavanya never was. He always knew it. There was no a single doubt on his mind about that, even when he would state about Lavanya to Khushi later "and I think I might never loved her", he is certain he never loved Lavanya in a deep romantic way.

Now, let me demonstrate why he left Khushi during that almost-kiss and then chose to let Asr take control : His obsession with power unbalance in their love is the reason he ran away. His mother d'ed because she loved her husband more than her husband did. This is what caused his mother's destruction. And by running away, it's his way to deny this possible imbalance and take back control. At this very moment, this is a way for him to survive the heartbreak he's remembering while making that parallel with the d-ath of his parents. Khushi made him yet again lose complete control like his father would make his mother lose control too !!!! It's a way for Arnav to actually say to his mom "look, I won't be weak like you, I won't let this happen, I'll gain control of myself, in a way you couldn't ! I refuse to be like you! I won't let someone else than myself the power to destroy me !"

How does he think this power difference would have affected him in his relationship with Khushi? The fact that he was ready to kiss her knowing full well that it would lead to eventual marriage while he said he was absolutely against marriage, proves that Khushi can even make him forget the own boundaries he had imposed in his life. Khushi would thus have the ability to push him to marry willingly. And after this marriage, just like his mother with his father, he would have loved Khushi more than she loves him. And would end up betraying him, hurting him and abandoning him.

3. In a way, it's almost (I know yall it's twisted af but think about it right) a way to take revenge against his mom for abandoning her children and also to rationalize but most importantly legitimize the resentment he harbored for his mother for the decision she made (to k'll herself). " Look at me mom, look, I can avoid the mistake you made, I can chose to protect myself, to not lose control for someone else, I was right for hating you for what you did. You abandonned us because you chose to. I won't be weak like you, watch me prove it to you."

Let's be real, come on, be honest, don't you think my theories are sooo freaking good and twisted hahaha ?! Yes I'm throwing flowers at myself because I think I deserve it hehe ! 😎 If one of the writers of the series reads me (we can always dream, can't we?😂) please let me know if my theories are right or not, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease !

" - why didin't you return it to me earlier? why only now? Explain it to me ! Why did you keep my payal with you? what does all this mean? And that … that thing you were about to do …"

Khushi was asking for explanations, he thinks she was insinuating he kept her payal because he might have started to love her for a while, way before she did. It got him so angry.

But what makes him decide to ask Lavanya to marry him is what is happening during this precise scene : his reaction to Khushi's tear, the way her tears could make him feel so weak, just after remembering all those stuff about his mother !!

Here, he has let Asr took control but Khushi put him on his place with only the presence of her tears !!

"Why and how can she makes me lose complete control over myself ?! I was so angry, but look at me now, I'm so worried for her, seeing her cry breaks me ... I am not her toy ! If love means to feel helpless, I don't want it !

I'm not like my mother ! I can control myself, I can take back the control ! I won't let her win, I won't let her the posssibilty to destroy me! I won't be like mom ! I won't ! "

I really hope you're getting hooked by what I wrote today, please like that post if you did haa !

Now here comes another twist you weren't expecting hehe :

Asr left the moment Khushi cried. It's Arnav who took the decision in that intense moment of adrenaline to f-ck everything up, to ask Lavanya in marriage. Arnav did it.

Why Arnav didn't use Asr this time? Because it was the revenge he thought he needed to accomplish against Khushi and his mother.

Against Khushi, for making him feel that helpless, her be able to push away Asr with the strength her tears hold on Arnav himself, and which prevented him to be able to call Asr back to his rescue.

And Against his mom, for abandoning him and his sister. For being unable to control herself from leaving her own children behind, and therefore for provoking their father to also d'ie, leaving them orphan and traumatized for life. Arnav probably believes the love their mother had for their father was stronger then her love for her children !

I have the certitude it wasn't Asr for this reason: when it comes to his mom, Arnav can't hide behind Asr. Because the very essence of his personality disorder is his mother d-eath but more precisely the secret resentment and hate he carried for his mom who chose su'cide. And as I wrote earlier, he burried that hate in Asr, Asr can't act consciously against his mom, he never speaks about her.

Arnav made the decision. He fully became self-destructive and lowkey evil for that very short period of time, when deciding to ask Lavanya in marriage in front of Khushi. It was a way for Arnav to make Khushi pay for the power she holds on him through the love he has for her, and also to make his mom pay for making him weak like her "Watch me destroy the love that is making me weak, mom, something you couldn't do !"

Perhaps when we see him secretly praying/making a wish, it's not to god or any deity that he's addressing himself to but to his very own mother, whom he knows is watching over him in mysterious ways. And maybe he thinks it was his mother who arranged for him to meet Khushi. By breaking Khushi's heart, it's a way of refusing this gift which he thinks is poisonous. "I don't want to end up like you, mom."

Pretending to want to marry Lavanaya was just his cowardice driven by impulsivity. He didn't mean a word.

He will use Lavanya again. He was trying to prove to himself and to Khushi he can take back control over his love for her if he wants to.

Here, his stares prove us how he tries to brag to Khushi how he didn't let her win, see how immature but also evil he was behaving.

The state of his mental health was definitely showing the most in this episode. He disgusted me very much with his actions but I also felt as never before the seriouness of his personality disorder. I was like, daamn this dude is so fcked up, so unwell, deeply sick and so lost ! The dude is in a constant battle with himself and his fears ! He disgusted me but it also made me pity him so much in the very first sense of the word, not in a condescending way.

He's his own captive.

And if you pay attention, Khushi and Arnav being separated by those big windows really amplified this portrayal of him being a prisoner to himself, isolating and pushing away the one person who gave him a real taste of happiness. This is so sad. This scene always make my heart aches so much. I don't even remember how many time I cried watching this scene.

Arnav, as he always does, regrets his actions. Khushi can make him lose control but not by making him become someone else. And here, he just proved himself and us that she wasn't the only one being able to make him lose control, he can do, he's his worst ennemy actually. He thought he was still being fully himself while taking his revenge but in reality it was his deepest fears that made him turn evil, his fears are able to make him completely lose control of himself and in a very very corrupt way.

He only realizes how badly he screwed up and comes back to himself, freed from this strange almost mystical hold he was trapped in for a few minutes when his family started to congratulate him but especially when he saw Kushi's back.

The look she gave him before was the one you give when you're saying goodbye forever.

He then is starting to understand (and it's only a glimpse of it, much later in the series he'll have the whole realization) how losing control is nothing compare to losing Khushi ! He thought he was saving himself and the power he has over himself but in reality the only think he did was to lose Khushi.

He might not fully trust Khushi, but she did. Tonight, he didn't just humiliated her, he broke not only her heart but also her trust.

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YOU JUST PUT ALL THE MESSED UP ALL OVER THE PLACE THOUGHTS I HAD ABOUT LQQ AND MQ INTO WORDS AND I'M ABSOLUTELY SO SO GRATEFUL FOR THE WORD VOMIT DONT WORRY SKDJEKJDKD

like i honestly didn't even think much about them aside from that one hc about lqq growing up worshiping mq and now i literally cannot stop thinking about them. lqq's gratitude and earnestness and mq's conflicting feelings regarding the attention he's getting from him is making me insane

the proximity in their ascensions is also a good excuse to think about possible lingering resentment towards yong'an from mq's side, because like while i do think he would be less sentimental when it comes to xianle kingdom as a whole, it still was his home which he fought to protect and lqq a living reminder he failed. and while i don't think he would necessarily regret his suggestion on how to deal with the yong'an army (especially since it was turned down immediately after he said it lol), i do think he would spend unhealthy amount of time thinking about it. but oh fx just bringing it up in front of lqq and mq seeing his reaction to it actually might tho

THE ANGST?!? OF LQQ'S VIEW OF HIS KIND AND GENEROUS GOD SHATTERING??? OF MQ THINKING "ah of course this was meant to break as well, of course he will always be hated no matter what"?! ONLY THIS TIME IT'S ABOUT SOMETHING THAT NOT EVEN HE CAN DENY BECAUSE THIS TIME IT'S ACTUALLY TRUE!!!!

but but also have we considered how much would lqq remind mq of prince xl 👀🫢

IMAGINE THAT CAT FINALLY BEING LET OUT OF THE BAG !!! Like— Mq absolutely never planned on telling lqq about it, especially since it never amounted to any real action. But lqq finding out about it— hearing from someone else altogether— I can only imagine how he would feel given his overwhelming sense of righteousness. He admired mq as a savior despite the way mq wanted to cause his people harm in an arguably cruel way. It never happened but it was discussed— the idea exists and had no one told mq “no,” then it very well may have happened.

I want to believe lqq would move past the dark ideations that come as a consequence of war— he took in and accepted the Xianle refugees during his time as a mortal. Because of lqq and thanks to xl’s sacrifice, the very tense relationship between former Xianle citizens and his own Yong’an people never amounted to a second war (despite the meddling of Qi Rong). He united them and managed to maintain stability. Like mq’s situation, things would’ve ended very different if lqq had heard his father’s dying wishes and not his teacher’s false confessions. And even though he doesn’t find out the full extent of the gilded banquet massacre until wayyyy later, I still want to think lqq recognizes that mq didn’t get to follow through with the idea and never harmed anyone from Yong’an after Xianle’s fall even though he definitely had the capability. Instead mq inadvertently helped Yong’an and then left them be— mq didn’t hold resentment so maybe,,,,, neither would lqq. Over time, of course.

I definitely think lqq’s short fuse for justice might get the better of him. But given some time to be calm and think about it more, he probably would’ve seen the truth of it— otherwise rather than falling asleep at heavenly court he might be glaring daggers at mq the entire time. That boy has an overarching sense for being carefree despite the traumas he’s endured— he is capable of moving past adversity.

Mq’s secret being revealed while they’re both young gods is especially interesting to think about— the wounds from the war have healed but there’s still some scars left on both parties. He definitely bristles up when he’s accused of things and he doesn’t easily forget the way people see him. On one hand he would be thinking “It never happened so why are we talking about it??” But on the other it’s the slight sting of having someone who genuinely looked up to him suddenly thinking so little of him and it was inadvertently his fault. Sure someone else spilled the beans, but the one who spilled them isn’t as responsible for them as the one who owns them. If nothing else, maybe mq could learn something about himself from this.

Like— I think in time they’d be FINE. Maybe lqq would see mq differently but maybe mq wouldn’t feel like he has anything to hide anymore. Maybe the versions of them that come out of it are the versions they should’ve started off with. Or maybe it’s how they decide to start over from it that really matters.

Whatever the case, I love thinking of these insane hypothetical scenarios !!! Sorry again for having so many thoughts and very little organization! You’ve really tapped into a part of my brain that has me feeling absolutely deranged about this.

(Also going CRAZY thinking about mq seeing prince xl in lqq— mq seeing xl in him even though he doesn’t yet know that xl was lqq’s beloved teacher. The nostalgia that comes with seeing a reflection of someone you very much wanted to call a friend but never could in the end. Maybe lqq rekindles that feeling. Maybe mq lets himself be who he wanted to be around xl. I’m normal (deranged) I’m soooo normal.)