#on a serious note i don't like the implication that normal = good person to

[inclined--plane]

guys how long until we can stop saying "normal about"

[goldfades]

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 ─ PB⁵ ft. UCONN WBB MANAGER

౨ৎ ─ summary | request -> "Okay the fic Idea I was talking about is, Paige scrolling through your phone gallery and seeing the pics you didn’t send her. “Why didn’t you send me this?” and even sending herself some of the photos to her own phone. BUT then, Ms.reader over here didn’t private certain…. provocative and Lewd photos and forgot about them and Paige sees them (her gf just likes taking pictures of her own body🤷🏽 cuz why not)." for my lovely hamster nonnie

─ word count | 1.2k

─ warnings | NSFW under the cut, read at your own discretion. very fluffy and cute, nothing too rough just some good ol' love making. oral (r receiving), praise, nothing else?? enjoy!!!!

─ ev's notes | ok so this also can be read as a standalone buttt this is part of my uconn wbb manager series!

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YOU WERE SITTING on your girlfriend's bed, glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose as you tried to finish up some homework.

Paige had your phone in her hand as she scrolled through your camera roll, looking through all the photos you two had taken together over the past few months. Every now and then, she would let out a soft chuckle or an aww as she stumbled upon a particularly sweet or funny photo. You glanced up from your homework every so often, smiling at her reactions.

"Why didn't you send me this?" Paige asked, showing you a selfie of yourself after the gym yesterday. "You looked sexy, wow."

You chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed but also pleased by her compliment. "I don't know, I guess I forgot to send it," you replied, reaching out to take a closer look at the photo.

Paige laughed, leaning into you as she continued to scroll through the photos. "I'm sending it to myself, that's my new lockscreen."

You rolled your eyes as you chuckled, turning your attention back to your homework. A few seconds later however, you somehow sensed a shift in the atmosphere as you glanced to see what Paige was looking at, only to be faced with a very incriminating photo of yourself wearing practically nothing.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you quickly reached out to grab the phone from her hand, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and panic only for her to pull the phone out of your grasp. "I forgot to delete that, sorry-"

"Delete it? Why didn't you send it to me?" Her tone was unusually serious as she glanced up to meet your gaze. "Shit, I mean that was hot."

You wanted to laugh, if this were any situation you'd want to laugh. However, as you met her now very clouded gaze, you felt your stomach flutter in confusion and maybe something... more?

This wasn't the reaction you expected. You were prepared for embarrassment, maybe even some teasing, but not this. Paige's eyes held a seriousness that seemed out of place in the moment.

"Wait, really?" you stammered, trying to gauge her sincerity. "I thought you'd find it weird or something."

Paige leaned back, a small smirk playing on her lips as she studied your reaction. "Weird? No, of course not baby. You look pretty damn good," she took another moment to study the picture as she wet her lips.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth spread through you at Paige's words, her unexpected compliment sending a thrill down your spine. "You think so?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, unsure whether to feel flattered or apprehensive about her sudden change in tone.

Paige's smirk widened into a mischievous grin. "Oh, I know so," she replied, her gaze lingering on the photo before finally meeting yours. "In fact, I think you're hiding a lot more than just this one picture."

Your cheeks flushed even hotter at the implication of her words. You had never imagined Paige seeing you in such a revealing light, let alone expressing such bold admiration. She'd always teased you, you'd been in this relationship (of some sorts) for long enough for this to be normal.

Somehow, this time it felt more personal.

"You really want to see more?" you asked, your voice betraying a mix of nerves and excitement.

"Don't act so shy now, princess. I mean you took these photos and kept them to yourself. You knew exactly what you were doing," Paige teased, her voice laced with amusement as she leaned in closer, her breath grazing your ear.

Her playful tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal coursing through you. Despite your initial hesitations, there was something undeniably exhilarating about the prospect of sharing more with Paige.

Before you could even process it, her lips were on yours in a bruising kiss. You let out a soft moan in surprise but slowly melted into the kiss, losing yourself in the heat of the moment. As her hands roamed over your body, you felt a rush of desire coursing through your veins, your senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensation of her touch.

Your homework and laptop were long forgotten as she pulled you into her lap. Her lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of bruises in their wake. You let out a soft gasp, your fingers tangling in her hair as you arched into her touch, craving more of her intoxicating touch.

"Paige, please," you whined as she hummed in response. You began to grind yourself against her sweats, your whole body shaking in pure need.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire as she met your gaze. "Yes, princess? Please what?" she teased, her voice husky with need.

"I want you," you breathed, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. In that moment, there was no room for doubt or hesitation. All you knew was that you needed her to absolutely ruin you.

With a hungry smirk, Paige captured your lips in another searing kiss, her hands roaming over your body with a possessive urgency that left you breathless. Suddenly, she pushed you back against the bed as you whimpered with need.

Paige found herself in between your legs as she pulled off your silk pajama shorts and then your underwear. You moaned at the sight, your head falling back as she pulled your legs on her shoulders and quickly got to work.

As soon as her tongue met your wet folds, you were already ruined. You moaned at the sensation as your eyes shut, gripping the sheets beneath you. Paige kept gripped your thighs as her tongue delved into your cunt, your whole body seizing up in utter pleasure.

"Fuck," she mumbled into your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your body. You finally met her gaze as you moaned, her hand finding yours, interlacing your fingers with hers.

Paige took her time, slowly licking up and down you as if you were most delicate thing in the world (and you were ─ at least, in her world).

You arched into her mouth as you felt yourself draw closer and closer to an orgasm, your eyes shutting once again. Paige's tongue began to flick against your clit as you let out a shocked moan, your other hand finding her hair.

"Please, please don't stop. Fuck, P," you babbled on as her tongue began moving faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum, please,"

"Cum on my tongue, princess, let it out," she murmured into your pussy as the knot in your stomach snapped. "Good girl, fuck,"

Paige watched you hungrily as you moaned, your legs wrapped around her head as you came. She closed her eyes as she helped you ride out your high, her hands gripping your hips as you caught your breath.

Paige got out from between your legs and pulled you into a bruising kiss. Your hands found her hair in a lazy attempt to keep her close, your lips moving in sync with hers as the intensity of the kiss deepened. The world around you faded into oblivion as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment, consumed by the passion that pulsed between you.

"Mm, I love you," you mumbled into the kiss as she let out a small laugh. She pulled away to really take in your fucked-out state; your messy hair, your half-lidded eyes, your bruised lips. God, she was so whipped.

"I love you too, sweet girl," Paige whispered, her voice filled with adoration as she caressed your cheek, her thumb tracing the curve of your lips.

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[kiyo-cant-write]

Heyya, sorry for coming back to request the same guy again, Silver. Probably I've been reading it and saw you write "down bad" and remember I have requested but no update if it has been written, and would like to see your writing again. If I remember, something goes like Yuu very open about their PDA, while Silver is close and not open about the PDA. Sometimes they got called "to get a room". Then in some way got a little suggestive, probably some implications they did "the deeds". I'm not into nsfw but suggestive and implications is okay

silver w/ a very affectionate s/o (yuu) ✧･ﾟ

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Thank you for requesting again! I normally don't write this much for these requests but I got an idea nd had to see it through. That said... Please enjoy!

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Summary: Silver's s/o is very affectionate and open with their feelings. Silver is the opposite. However, this man also dislikes the comments his peers are making. He takes matters into his own hands in ways that seem just a tad unlike him.

TW/CW: very mild/implied suggestive content

Notes: established relationship, gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns for the reader, the reader is Yuu/Ramshackle Prefect

Guest Stars: Ace Trappola, Sebek Zigvolt

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Silver

Silver has never been good at being affectionate.

He's both a private person and an awkward one.

His s/o has told him that he looks like a prince, but he has a lot of trouble acting the part of one the way he thinks they want.

[Name] seems to want him to be a doting partner, but it's hard.

He can protect and defend all they need... but affection is different.

How do you hold someone? What is appropriate?

These are all things that Lillia did not teach him.

In the end, Silver remains avoidant of affection in public and clumsy about it behind closed doors. He does mean well, though.

Contrary to him, [Name] is a radiant force of pure affection.

They liked to hang on his arm or run and give him a hug,

While his expression remains serious, he doesn't mind. It's nice.

Silver dislikes comments from others, especially Sebek, about his relationship. Sebek's comments are just the loudest.

When in private, Silver can try to be more affectionate, but he's still learning how to be a good boyfriend to his s/o.

They were having some kind of party. Silver wasn't sure what it was all for but [Name]'s merry band of first-year friends were all there alongside himself, Sebek, his father, and Malleus. Things were... fine, he thought. They were eating food that [Name] had prepared for them with the help of the Ramshackle Ghosts and everyone seemed to be in good spirits. It wasn't until about an hour into the event that something decided to test Silver's patience.

That something... was Sebek Zigvolt.

"Sebek, must you be next to me right now?" Silver asked him, earning a scoff in return from the prideful halfling.

"NONSENSE. SILVER. YOU ARE DISRESPECTING OUR MASTER BY SITTING AWAY FROM HIM AT THIS EVENT."

Sebek was firm in his accusation.

"Sebek..." Silver began, trying to ease the tension, "You have—"

He was cut off by the feeling of arms wrapping around his shoulder and a kiss pressed to his cheek softly. It was [Name].

"Silver, do you want any more food?" they asked him, seemingly eager to help get him some if he wanted any.

"No, I am fine, thank you," he told them, "I ate enough."

Sebek reeled back as if he had been struck.

"HOW INDECENT!" Sebek cried out, causing at least two people at the gathering to turn in the direction of the three of them.

"Sebek—" Silver tried again, sounding a bit more annoyed this time.

[Name] leaned closer to Silver instinctively when Sebek yelled, the sudden sound startling them out of their own thoughts.

"You two are so in love, stop taunting us singles!" Ace called from across the way, trying to balance a plate of food that seemed just about ready to splatter onto the floor, "Get a room already!"

Silver sighed, unsure he had the patience for this crowd. Sebek wasn't helping either as he appeared to agree (at least in some form) with Ace's statement. It was irritating to deal with the whole lot of them.

"[Name]..." he whispered, knowing they could hear from their proximity, "Do you want to head upstairs? I doubt Father will let anything happen to damage Ramshackle."

"Hmmm...." [Name] hummed, thinking on it, "Sure...? I am kind of tired after all that cooking."

He nodded, moving to stand. [Name] let go of his shoulders in favor of holding onto Silver's hand, something he returned after a moment of deliberation, loosely holding onto the hand grasping his own.

"Even with the ghosts' help it was a lot of work," [Name] continued to tell him as he nodded along with what they were saying.

"I am sure it was. You made a lot for today."

Walking up the stairs, they soon entered the bedroom that [Name] shared with Grim. It was a simple room but it was not nearly as run-down as it had been, or so [Name] said. Walking across the room, they sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to them, urging Silver to join them.

"Alright," he agreed, sitting down on the bed with perfect posture.

He was tense from earlier, [Name] could see it in his shoulders.

"Silver, are you alright? Did Ace bother you?" [Name] asked him, worried.

Silver shrugged it off, not intrigued by the offer.

"Your friend always seems to be that way," he told them, plainly, stating the facts of his own experience.

"He can be energetic but I can talk to them if you want me—"

[Name] stopped mid-sentence when Silver looked at them with a certain gleam in his eyes. They knew he wanted to say something.

"Huh...? Sil?"

"[Name]..." Silver replied, seemingly piercing his sentence together,

"Yes..?"

[Name] wondered what Silver needed to say to them.

"May I... kiss you?" he asked them after a moment, face tinged red in a way so slight it was barely noticeable.

[Name] paused to process the request before nodding, as eager for this as they were to get him food, hang on his arm, or nuzzle up to him during these events with their friends. They were always like that.

Silver was not. Taciturn and even a bit gloomy at times, he was not the radiant and affectionate type as his partner was. Still, they loved him. They accepted this side of him that refused public displays of affection, that was clumsy behind closed doors, unsure of where to put his hands or what to say in a moment of closeness.

He pulled them closer to him, a gentle tug that [Name] followed with anticipation as Silver pressed his lips to theirs in a soft kiss. It was something gentle and light that [Name] felt was fitting for someone like him, a royal knight if there ever was one.

[Name] was not yet used to moments like these when Silver wanted to be affectionate. But they welcomed it.

In a brief moment between kisses, they say those words to him.

"I love you, you know, Sil."

"I..." Silver spoke, "Those words make me want to do something more than just a simple kiss, you know..."

He had never once given in, but now he had admitted it.

[Name] looked at him in surprise.

"Ah. Don't make me repeat it... please."

"I mean..." they tried again, "If you want to..."

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...Imagine the rest yourself~ <3

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[loveandlegacy]

pleeeaaaase tell me what swain is on trial for. i wanna know what shit he absolutely did. your honor.

ok apologies for the delay on this. life is a bitch

the real question tho: what ISN'T swain on trial for fr!!! his crimes to date include:

patricide and matricide "for the good of noxus" – note i don't actually take serious issue with patricide and matricide it's just that his specific reasons are manifestly unhinged ones. 'you were the tumorous tissue plaguing my body politic and as such had to be excised'. rips dude. anybody doing anything for 'the good of the realm' is like redflagapalooza

actual factual literal warcrimes (in the name of noxus) including killing civilians, forcibly incorporating other cultures into noxian rule, and not really batting at eye at attempted child murder...even though lol. he lost that one

crowning himself genocidaire in chief because he feels like no one can run noxus as well as he can

knowing and choosing to do absolutely nothing about the ravenbloom academy or the fact that the black rose generally is practicing both child torture and their own weird kind of eugenics

making a faustian bargain with a demon that the lore says he won but that all signs point to "he hasn't won yet. in fact he's probably losing. badly"......all so he could crown himself genocidaire in chief

the fact that 'playing fast and loose with his own bodily autonomy and sanity' might not be a problem if he were just Some Guy but he is in fact not some guy. he's the leader of an imperialist nation state and he expects to lose to raum so much so that he has a bunch of contingency plans in place for people to kill him if shit hits the fan. except there's no guarantee all those contingency plans will work and then there might just be an extra demon loose on valoran all while mordekaiser's return is brewing. bad planning

expanding noxus's war machine so now everyone in the nation, no matter their class or creed, can (and is somewhat compelled to) volunteer themselves to join up and serve in the meat grinder that is their death cult country's military

suffering from the kind of zealotry about noxus that basically makes him perfectly suited to be one of the people running it and that is in every way a bad trait for a person to have

i'm confident there's more that i'm forgetting but i am afflicted with chronically bad sleep and as such am a little wiped out today. i will add though that i think people often downplay or like straight up forget about raum and probably the effect raum has on swain? like imagine you're trying to talk to a guy and he has like am radio static from hell blasting in his brain at full volume. this isn't entirely a trial-worthy thing but it is. a thing. that's happening and that i think a lot of written fanworks neglect the implications of that. like everyone writes him as this chessmaster genius with an impeccable level of self-control and in some ways he IS that, he's like clearly very smart and tactically capable and ruthless and also obviously very resolute and determined to have it his way to a degree that's deranged even without the demon magic and etc etc but also he's probably one bad dream away from complete psychological dissolution and he has to get through every day pretending like he's normal. because he, like noxus itself, mostly has a reputation built on smoke and mirrors and lies and a few really unhinged gambits that happened to work out

[letyukisayfuck]

Something to talk about: does Kunikida’s prior familiarity with Kyon and Sasaki + his interest in Tsuruya (character whose powers and role are deliberately ambiguous) have any implications re: the cosmic schemes (is he somehow another faction representative/something else), or is he just a guy as Taniguchi is? On that note, do we think that Tsuruya is trying to manage Haruhi or get something out of her like the faction representatives, or is she genuinely just here for a good time like Kyon?

i think kunikida really is just an ordinary guy, tbh. he's probably the most normal out of anyone in the cast. kunikida and taniguchi exist as counterpoints to the supernatural nonsense (when they don't exist as people to be dragged into various sos brigade nonsense)

iirc his interest in tsuruya is based on her test scores?

similarly, i don't think tsuruya has any ulterior motives. i think she befriended mikuru as a natural occurrence in the world of outgoing and bubbly people adopting shy and awkward people, and that coincidentally led to her crossing paths with the brigade and hitting it off with haruhi. i do not think she is normal, i think she's the hero of her own story unfolding somewhere else, but i don't think whatever she personally is doing has any bearing on the plot

(her family is canonically involved in funding koizumi's organization, but she's uninvolved and is really just a very chill person who doesn't ask a lot of questions. she definitely has some idea as to what's going on, though who even knows how accurate it is or isn't, and she's not about to ask for confirmation one way or the other)

tsuruya exists as a plot device when we need obscene amounts of money and/or an enabler, and also imo as a foil to haruhi. i will die on this hill. haruhi is always serious (she means pretty much everything she says), tsuruya is never serious (she means almost none of the things she says)

[bothendsofthequill]

For The Love of Laughter

A short story (and essay?) about tickling

“So, you want me to tease you?” Bristle asks, smirking. “To pin you down and skitter my fingers alllll over your sides and under your arms? To get in between your ribs and play them like piano keys?”

Encouraged by your grin, he flutters his fingers at you.

“And you trust me to tickle you? To hold you tight as I explore your soft spots, bask in your gleaming bright smile and your hysterical, overjoyed laughter? You trust me with all of you?”

Giggling now, you nod once more, a nearly inaudible “yes” escaping your lips.

Bristle chuckles, but hesitation swiftly overcomes him. “Then say it, please.” His paws cup your face, thumbs stroking across your cheeks. “When you say ‘stop’ or ‘not there’ it trips me up." He confides earnestly. "You look happy, you sound happy, you’re not trying to push or wiggle away... but I worry.” His gaze falls to the bed.

“I know admitting it can be hard, but you don’t have to deny your love of tickling to me. I want to see you shout it amongst the hysterics, to beg me for more.” You watch his tail wiggle at the thought, before it's halted by another's intrusion.

“But when you tell me to stop, I can’t h-help but think…” A stuttery sigh escapes your tickler, sounding a little choked up. “…what i-if you do actually need me to? I know, I know, you'd make it clear if you were serious, but why should you have to clarify at all?"

He smiles lovingly. "I don't want needless ambiguity; there's no need to be ashamed." The ocean blue wings on his back fan out, displaying the feathers that you know have given laughter to so many. "I'm a fucking ler, it's my job to help you break out of that shell!"

You can't help but chuckle with him as he wraps you in a hug. Wings joining the embrace, you’re surrounded in your guardian angel's warmth. "Y-you're a switch, though." You remind him.

"I- shaddup." Bristle snickers before pulling back, paws resting on your shoulders.

"We'll work on it together, okay? You and I."

Face feeling redder by the second, you give him a reassuring smile. "Mmmhmm!"

"Great." He concludes with a gentle squeeze of your upper ribs. "How about we start now~?"

[Author's Note]

I see posts all the time talking about how to be, quote on quote, "mean" or "evil" to your lee. Usually they outline ways to tease or otherwise fluster the person you're tickling, and it often has to do with making them admit they like to or where they want to be tickled. While teases are by no means a bad thing (they’re a part of what makes tickling fun!), I take issue with the way they are discussed.

There's a good and a bad way to be flustered, and it's the same difference as feeling butterflies in your belly vs. a pit of dread. Tickle teases are (or should be) the former, obviously, and while I understand that the aforementioned terms are not meant literally, teases are playful and loving, not mean or evil.

This is a symptom of a bigger issue: ticklees conditioned to think that their love of being tickled is shameful.

Many things in the world at large reinforce this view of tickling, one of the prime examples being it's abuse by cruel siblings to torment the other throughout many a childhood. Even as an only child, I find this to be a common association, and I have nothing but sympathy for those who liked tickling, but had it ruined by misuse like this. Not to mention if said person never liked it to begin with.

But you get my point. Ticklees are already conditioned to be ashamed of simply wanting to laugh, and then it's reinforced by lers making those people admit they like it under the established implication that they shouldn't. Maybe that's not how it feels to you, but think about the meaning behind the phrase, "I think you like being tickled." and how it's said. Stressing those words, sarcastic or not, paints the enjoyment of tickling as wrong of the ticklee, despite it being a completely normal thing to find happiness in. Now, change a few words to, "You like being tickled, don't you?" Especially if said in a cheery tone, you're giving your ticklee an opportunity to tell you if they're uncomfortable, and encouraging them to express their joy outwardly in the same breath! You could add the question to the previous statement, but the undertone would still exist.

Yes, it's a small thing, yes, I think about this a lot, but someone has to. Encouragement and support of your ticklee's happiness is so important and healthy for the both of you.

Subtle language of this variety creates a negative subtext that permeates nearly all discussions of tickling. I wish others weren't desensitized to it; we should lift each other up however we can and encourage each other to be more shameless in such a pure form of loving one another.

Sending love and tickle hugs, - Both Ends Of The Quill

[crystaltoa]

There's probably an interesting conversation to be had about whether being "anti-terf" is or should be similar to being "anti-racist." My thinking is that it's probably quite different.

People who say and do racist things, typically, don't identify as racists. They think their views are the norm. Many people say insensitive and hurtful things without realising. Many decent people carry and act on unconscious biases and enforce racist systems. So pointing out the problems with these behaviours is helpful to them, and helps POC. Even people who openly express bigoted opinions knowing many people find them offensive typically don't identify as racist. They may identify with a particular political ideology in which racism is normalised, but being racist is not in and of itself an identity to them. Calling out that behaviour and letting them know their views are not shared or tolerated by you is still a useful thing to do. Often it makes them think twice about acting that way in future. Even if their opinions don't really change, it makes the world a marginally better place for POC to be in.

With TERFs, you have the problem that it's become an identity to them, and they wanna be oppressed so bad. The say and do the things that they do because they want conflict, they want to rile up trans women and their allies so that they can then point at them and say "see? I was right! They're all VIOLENT MISOGYNISTS". Chances are they've been told why their behaviour is shitty before, and they didn't listen then and won't listen now. On a more serious note, some TERF circles operate basically like cults, encouraging the unpleasant behaviour which leads to the terfs being isolated from normal people and getting further entangled with an increasingly small social circle and further and further out of touch with reality.

That's not to say that being explicitly anti-terf is a bad idea. It's just that the context of their behaviour is somewhat different from other forms of bigotry, and I wonder what the implications for meaningfully addressing that problem are.

Personally, online, I don't get involved in their debates. I block every TERF I come across. I don't reblog memes of, say, Shadow the Hedgehog pr whoever with a gun telling them to shut the fuck up. While it's funny on one level to see them overreact to that kind of thing, the reality is that this is a group of dangerous, hateful and volatile people who are adding fuel to each others' garbage fire over anything, and then using the resulting panicked mob mentality to spread propaganda and cause genuine harm to people.

I don't claim to know better than anyone else, and if and how one engages with these people is a personal choice. But from my perspective as somebody who isn't a trans woman, my reasoning is this: If I was to start riling up terfs up into an incoherent rage for my own amusement and/or sense of justice, I would likely suffer no serious consequences as a result... but it does potentially have consequences for trans people. I am not directly responsible for how another adult human being reacts to my actions, sure, but am I really being a good ally if I deliberately provoke cruel and volatile people who like targeting vulnerable minorities?

It's a little different with examples of casual IRL transphobia, since often the person saying it isn't actually a TERF, they're just ignorant and parroting nonsense a friend of a friend said one time, and I've found that asking them what experiences informed their views, or gently correcting misinformation, actually does lead to a productive conversation in many cases.

Again, not a criticism of OP's post or the concept of "anti-terf" in general. I would genuinely like to know how other people define what it means to be anti-terf in actual practice, since it seems subtly different from how one might respond to other forms of bigotry.

incase it wasn’t clear - i am and my blog is anti-terf 👍

[lovethisletters]

Poly MC! hc for the: Demon Brothers!

This is my first time writing anything about poly relationships! So I'm a bit nervous! I took the time to do a bit of research about the subject...however I still have a lot to learn; if you find anything that might be offensive please let me know! Just know I didn't do it with any ill intentions and I'll make sure to correct my mistakes!

Also I didn't knew if you refered to a poly MC who is in a relationship with all of the brothers or how each individual brother would react to MC coming out as poly to them and later starting a poly relationship and how they behave in said relationship...so I did the latter bc I found it to be a bit more easy to write and the first option would have been way too long and I was worried it might come off as boring because of it :c (but maybe I'll try to edit it and then upload it...some day...idk)

so...here it is!

Keys: MC = your main character name

Summary: MC comes out as poly to the Demon Brothers and how they behave in a poly relationship!

Additional notes: MC is gender neutral!

TW: small mentions or implications of jealous/possessive behavior (they're very minimal, but still...just in case)

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Lucifer

Lucifer is probably the one you're the most nervous to talk to.

But when you finally find the courage to do so it goes...to put it mildly, a bit... weird.

He stares blankly at you like you just said to him that water is a liquid or something, he's not very...responsive.

His reaction might come off as rude, considering you spend all this time trying to figure out the "best" way to come out and talk about the possibility of starting a poly relationship.

But the reason why he's not talking much is because he's trying to avoid saying anything he might regret later, you see... he's trying to process his own feelings towards the matter.

Lucifer is someone who has lived for a long, looooooong time, so it's more likely than not that he's already experienced being in a poly relationship.

thing is...such relationship was more experimentation rather than something serious.

And now he has you...someone for who he'll be willing to die for...

He won't say it but deep down he feels like his pride has been bruised.

He just doesn't want to "share" you, you're his and his alone!

But when he looks up at you, and see just how nervous you are, waiting patiently for any kind of reaction from him.

He realizes he's thinking of you as an object and not a person and mentally kicks himself in the face for it.

Lucifer reaches for your hand and offers you a small smile.

After a long conversation where you two express your own desires and worries, you two agree and decide to give it a try.

At first... I'm not gonna lie...it would be quite... difficult...

The man is possessive and struggles to see you giving any kind of affection to any of his brothers.

However I think he genuinely wants this to work, he wants to see you happy and knows that just because you also love his brothers doesn't mean you love him any less.

So he'll sit down and talk to you whenever he feels jealous, he knows communication is key and it honestly makes him feel a bit better.

With time Lucifer comes to accept it; He loves you and he loves his brothers and it makes him happy that they all can share such bond with you.

Mammon

I think he's the one who'll have a harder time adapting to a poly relationship.

I'll even go as far to say Lucifer's jealousy pales in comparison to Mammon's and I think this is due to his low self-esteem.

He won't accept it but he's jealous af when he sees you "getting cozy" with any of his brothers.

He'll even interrupt the moment by placing himself in the middle of whoever you were getting close to or think about some lame excuse to take you away.

This makes things more difficult and tense for everyone, so if Mammon continues his shenanigans expect a LOT more arguing from the brothers...(yes...more than normal...)

You'll have to sit him down and talk to him about his insecurities.

The first times he won't be very open with you, I think he might even get a bit angry if you even imply he's jealous and act all offended and walk out of the room.

Surprisingly the one who makes him understand how toxic he's being and how much this affects you is Asmo!

He'll have a serious talk with him, and just the fact of seeing his often bubbly and cheerful young bro being all serious is enough for Mammon to realize that what he's been doing and how he's been acting hurts you and his brothers.

He'll apologize...the Mammon way...

But ultimately he now makes an effort to respect whenever you're close to one of his brothers.

Just like Lucifer. Mammon will come to accept you love him and his brothers all the same.

He'll sometimes even suggest places you all can go together for a date.

Please, be patient with the avatar of greed with time he will come to accept that love exist in more than one way or form.

Leviathan

Surprisingly, unlike his older brothers, your favorite shut-in-otaku has an easier time adapting to a poly relationship.

Easier, however does not mean problems are inexistent...

He has a low self-esteem and sometimes might get the feeling that you're ""picking favorites""

However he won't tell you anything about it, and he'll just try to pretend like nothing is wrong.

Fortunately for you, Levi is quite easy to read so you immediately notice whenever he's feeling sad.

But all you have to do is have a little gaming session with him, and as the two of you "game" the night away he'll eventually open up to you about whatever is bothering him.

All it takes is a little reassurance and saying "I love you" to the avatar of envy from time to time and he'll be all good with you showing affection to the rest of his brothers.

Satan

Uhhhh...this is a tricky one...

You see...Satan is probably the second brother you came out to and perhaps you didn't even realized that you did because it just happened so natural.

The two of you were talking and it just slipped out of your mouth and he was like "hahaha, right?" And continued the conversation as normal.

He genuinely doesn't care, (don't get me wrong I don't mean that in a bad way) but all he knows is that he loves you and he wants you to be happy, and if expanding the love that the two of you have to his brothers makes you happy, then so be it!

However... remember I said this was tricky?

Satan has no issue with you being affectionate with his brothers...all of them except for Lucifer...

When he sees you getting close to Lucifer he won't say anything, he won't make a scene or a passive-agressive remark, he'll just excuse himself and exit the room. (Neither he will confront you about it later when the two of you are alone)He won't say anything at all; he'll just stay silent and pretend like nothing is wrong.

However you'll be able to notice Satan's true feelings whenever Lucifer has a small present or gesture with you.

Oh? Lucifer gifted you a $300,000 coat? Well, Satan will give you another coat but this one is $600,000.

Lucifer treated you to dinner at ristorante six? Well, darling... guess what? Satan will reserve the entire building just for you!

At some point he will notice how bad this makes you feel, since he's turning a relationship into a competition and that's no good...

He'll eventually take a step back and realize how childish he's being, how his behavior hurts your feelings and might have even made you feel guilty or responsible for his beef with his older brother.

Before you even decide to talk to him about it, he already knows what you're trying to say, so he'll be the one to sit you down and apologize for his wrongdoings.

You're someone who he values dearly and all that he wants is for you to be happy, so he'll be willing to make the effort to get along or at least be a little more tolerant of Lucifer.

There might be times where they still fight and stop talking to each other for long periods of time, but the two of them will take the time to let you know that this has nothing to do with you and that there's no reason for you tu feel guilty.

Because if there's something in wich both, the avatar of pride and wrath agree in... Is in how much they love you.

Asmodeus

Asmodeus (definitely) was the first one to know about you being polyamorous.

He probably knew before you even said anything, let's be honest here...

He's probably the one who you're more comfortable talking about it.

The brothers accept you, yes...but Asmo understands you!

He knows that the world can be quite cruel to people who love differently to what our society stablish as "normal".

Whenever he expressed his liking for more than one person he was shamed or labeled as someone promiscuous who'll never be deserving of "true" love.

It happened in the celestial realm, in the human realm, and even sometimes here in the devildom.

Angels where expected to only focus in the lord and nothing else, some humans are close minded and shame whoever is different from them, and demon's often confuse love with obsession and get easily tangled up in possessive behavior, often viewing their partners as objects rather than individuals with their own goals and desires. (his brothers are the perfect example of that)

So he just knows how difficult it might have been for you to find acceptance.

So he gives it to you; acceptance, reassurance, however many times you need to.

He'll be the one to encourage you to talk with his brothers, he'll be there to support you if you ever feel nervous, and he'll be the one to call his brothers out on their bs whenever they start to show any signs of toxic behavior.

He knows in all relationships communication and trust in your partners is key to a successful relationship, so he reminds this to everyone and even goes as far as to make plans where everyone feels included.

Overall the avatar of lust is the voice of reason in this relationship, because he knows better than anyone else that love is something that can't and should never be limited by what others believe or expect "true love" should look like.

Beelzebub

You weren't sure how Beel would react once you told him.

But still you were pleasantly surprised by Beel's reaction!

He was so accepting from the beginning and even thanked you for trusting him enough to share this with him.

He's happy that you want him to form part of this relationship.

He knows his brothers love you as much as he does and that you love them back, so he sees this as the perfect option for everyone.

He even thinks this relationship has brought everyone closer together.

Over all the avatar of gluttony is more than happy to be with you and share your affection with people he holds equally as dearly.

Belphegor

Belphie, much like Lucifer struggles to understand why would you want such a thing?

Is his love not enough for you?

It takes little more time for him to understand you, and learn that love doesn't just limits to one person.

He can be a bit insensitive some times, so he might accidentally say something hurtful to you about it.

And that's when Asmo has to intervene...

He'll have a talk with his younger brother and make him realize that there's more than one form of love and how his words might have hurt you.

He'll apologize...(much like Mammon) in his own way...

After thinking about it for a while, he realizes he's happy whenever you show affection to Beel, and wonders if it would be the same with the rest of his brothers.

Slowly but surely, Belphie it's more open to this new relationship.

There'll be times where he might try to monopolize your love, but he'll stop once you, Beel or Asmo call him out on it.

His favorite thing of this new relationship is whenever you spend time with him and Beel.

Please be patient with the avatar of sloth.

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If you find any grammatical errors let me know! I'm trying to improve my english and that would help me so so much!

I will forever thank you if you go check out my other profile: @aileysmirnov  where I post things about my OC: edits, one-shots, imagines, art, etc. If you like Greek mythology and the bat family maybe you would get to be as fond of her as much as I am!

Anyway, thank you for reading!

[all-about-seggs]

┗ Love- Lies- Bleeding

Pairing - Geto Suguru x Virgin!reader

Word count- 4.8 K

Warnings - Gaslighting, Corruption kink, snuff (not graphically depicted) and then reincarnation, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, adding blasphemy kink just to be safe.

A/n- Geto isn't a yandere here but it's Villan! Geto we're talking about so I think his actions are pretty in line with his current canon! Personality. Though a bit delusional. This is by FAR the longest thing I've ever written.

The gray cobblestones stretching across the shrine clicked against your thick wodden sandles, the quaintness of the place only making it seem unnaturally loud. It's was a regular autumn morning, which soon turned into noon as you felt the bright sun shining right on top of your head.

Having finished your morning tasks you were returning to the main shrine where the senior priestess would give you further things to do. Just the thought of more work non stop made you sigh at your monotonous shrine maiden lifestyle but as you lamented you heard footsteps behind you, the sound of which same as that of your own.

"Hey!.....", You turned around to see your little sister huffing as she catches up to you,

" y/n! He's here again!," The implications of her words made your face heat up, sure you were still a bit green and naive, but you made sure to discreet when it came to 'looking' at that one particular man that always seem to stand out among the hoards of faceless people you saw visiting the shrine everyday.

"How many times have I told you not to phrase it like that! You'll get me in trouble with the priestess!", Scrambling to get yourself together you retort sharply.

"Oh come on! Youre the one who used to stare at him from a distance like a lovesick teenager! Atleast now you're talking to him like a normal person", In terms of liveliness the sound of your back and forth was the only thing the place had.

"Watch it! If someone hears you we'll both get scolded", gently warning her again you find yourself turning back to where she came from. The other part of the premises where the peculiar man would be standing, as usual, in all his serene beauty, on the brigde overlooking the small lake.

A man in traditional Japanese cloths that you rarely see anyone wearing these days came to your shrine everyday, without fail for the past month. Everything from his attire to his elegant long hair left you in a trance and your eyes would naturally follow him.

Something about the fact how he'd always come here but never to pray or wish striked you as odd so at first you just observed and even before completely wrapping the situation around your head you two started sharing numerous conversations of the huge world that was right outside but so far away from your reach, his words fuelled the budding curiosity in your heart, the vastness of which made your trips to the lake, the most refreshing part of your otherwise monotonous daily routine.

Even if all you did was talk, a 'supposidly' demure maiden working in a shrine, skipping on her duties and rushing to the other side of the ginormous area to see a man felt almost elicit, scary even when you consider the consequences that would come if you were to get found out. The charisma his every action held was beyond resistance and you soon found yourself enraptured by the male despite everything.

"This is so pointless" you huffed, smiling out of self pity to hide the more frustrating emotions twirling within you.

"Yet you do it everyday", with a small nudge from her elbow you made your way straight to the lake, forgetting about your obligations as a shrine maiden, the responsibilities, the restrictions and all inhibitions put upon you in the name of god.

With quick steps you soon found yourself at the base of the curved brigde,

"Good afternoon Mr. Geto", your greeting came out in a rush, trying to ignore the warmth of your face, but your attempts at hiding your flustered state didn't go unnoticed by the man in front of you.

" Seems like you've been having quite a hectic day", smiling in his usual serene way Geto gracefully turns his head in your direction.

" Not any more than usual", calming your erratic heartbeat you slowly close the distance between the two of you and stand beside him on the arch of the bridge.

" It's really nice here", He remarked, his eyes sweeping across the tiny fishes swimming near the surface of the lake. You stared at him for a little while before finally asking the one thing that drew you to him the most.

" I always wondered, why do you come here everyday if you don't even want to go to the main shrine to pray?. Surely it's not just for this scenery."

" Hmmm? Pray for what?", Not particularly moved by your question he quizzically tilt his head.

"Well.....you know, the usual, success in job, finding a significant other or maybe even something materialistic? Although I doubt you're interested in the last one", you laugh a little to take the edge off your slightly personal question.

"Dreams come true through steadily applied efforts not praying", with his sage like appearance, his words didn't came off as a shock.

"Not the best thing to say to a shrine maiden but I guess it's somewhat true", Quipping back you just looked at him with a smile, silently revelling on your familiarity with each other.

"What about you? You never look like you're having fun while working here.... As if you're the one who's not satisfied with you're job" His voice took a more serious note and asked the question you always tried to push away but for the first time, you felt safe. Safe in talking about things what most people around you would call blasphemy.

"Yeah well, I wouldn't say it's my life's calling. It's basically following the ideals that has been written by others and just blindly following them day in and day out", just as you finished your sentence you realised how shallow and sad you just sounded but the slightly widened eyes of Geto was what made you mentally kick yourself before you hastily try to smooth things over.

" But! It's not that bad! Once you get used to-", after a few lighthearted words to clear the heavy atmosphere that was building up you were cut off with one long finger hovering just above your lips.

" It's okay, you don't have to worry about being judged with me", not touching your lips he quickly retreats his hand back,

"It's only natural to question your ideals and beliefs when you actually start thinking about them, it's a proof of growing up. I can say it was the same for me as well, I had thought I'd spend my whole life sequestered in 'that' place but...." His gaze takes on a far off quality as his words fade.

"What changed then?", Without even knowing why, you urged him to continue.

"Well, I grew up and realised mine were just idealistic views, far from practical."

"Wait! How old are you now?!", Unable to ignore your budding curiosity you went on,

With a soft flick to your cheek he snorted in amusement, his low baritone made you recognise your own rudeness as you rub the non existent pain off of your face.

"It's not polite to ask strangers their age, regardless of their gender, young lady".

"I'm sorry! It's just, your answer...... Was kinda vague so...." Trailing off, the fact that he didn't owed you any explanations dawned on you making you stop. But the sudden halt in your unabashed questioning didn't go unnoticed by the long haired man so he continued, as if reading your thoughts.

"Everyone's entitled to act idiotically every once in a while but you sure are abusing your privilege", he went on, after a few words of sass.

" It took a while but, I soon discovered my true feelings about the world I lived in and how I wanted to change it", The unshakeable conviction of his voice reverberated through your ears and there seemd to be more to the hint of darkness in his downcast eyes, but further questions left your brain as you felt genuine resolve through his words.

Before you could process what's happening, Geto pulled you in close, resting his hands on either side of the brigde railings, caging you inbetween the low wall and his body.

"How about we run away to a better world together?", not waiting for you to protest he spoke. The words falling from his lips were casual enough to make you overlook the outrageousness of their meaning and your oddly intimate position did nothing to stop your brain from short circuiting.

"The decision is yours y/n but I'll be waiting anyway," his voice seems to trail a little before he bends down, his thin lips ghosting over your right ear, " you see, I hate it when even the good gets destroyed along with the bad", with that he quickly pulles his body back, letting you have your personal space again.

"I'll come back here at 8 'o' clock tonight",

After announcing that smoothly, he turns his back away and walks off to the exit, leaving you gob smacked at his confusing words.You watch him saunter off, still to awestruck to move when you finally take a note of your own unsteady breaths and face that radiated heat rivaling the sun atop.

" Who would- even go along with that crazy idea", your meek words get lost in the now empty place but the longing in your eyes to see what lied beyond your conservative lifestyle was as clear as the autumn sky hanging above.

You turn your back on the place and jog off in an effort to escape your own complicated feelings on the matter. His casually spoken words clawed at your heart, an entire different life was just one step away and it was shocking to even you how much trust you were subconsciously putting in every single word he says.

The conflicting thoughts in your head kept you busy the entire walk from the bridge to at the door of the only home you had known for so many years and never once your feet held such hesitation as you entered the building to continue the tasks you had left behind for the momentary change you craved so much.

The evening passed by in a flash, the thumping of your heart only getting louder with each passing hour. You just got out of your bath and were getting ready to help with dinner when you heard two voices coming form one of the senior priestess's room

"I saw her talking to a man, he didn't looked like a -", their words weren't clear but one thing was. Their topic of discussion was you.

"No he was wearing a hakama", it was getting harder and harder to breath with every second. If they were to tell that to your other supervisors then it would become very difficult for you to live here.

"So he could be from a neighbouring temple, maybe just asking about something general?"

"But weren't they standing too close?"

Listening in from behind the door all you could make out was that they clearly saw you and Geto, but one thing was certain. You were about to be very strictly reprimanded for just having curiosity.

Before you could even think up of some excuses to get yourself out of this mess the previous offer of his night time rendezvous flashed in your mind. It got you thinking, if you were going to be made to stay under supervision for a while anyway then the least you could do was to meet Geto one more time so as to let him know that his idea was indeed crazy and that life wasn't that easy for you to give up on everything you've done until now just on a whim.

You couldn't exactly get to a proper conclusion, sure leaving seemed like the better option but the fact that you'll be heavily dependent on Geto for everything didn't sit will with you either. It's not like you had any other skills or connections and even if he said he'd take you with him, you weren't fully ready to trust him on that. Why would you? It's not like you two were connected or related in any way.

The meeting time was approaching fast and since it's dinner time soon most of the girls would be around the dining area to help. It was the perfect opportunity to slip out unnoticed and come back after explaining things to the kind person who brought a few extra colors in your dull life.

Shakily you made you way to the back door, knowing full well you're about to commit another offense.

In a few minutes you reached the bridge, it was empty right now, indicated that your are ether early or that maybe Geto was actually just messing with you and oddly enough you felt your stomach drop at the thought of the second option.

But before you could overthink out the negative options you sense eyes on your back and whirl around to see a happy looking Geto strutting towards you.

" I take it you have decided to entrust yourself to me?", Greeting you with his self assured words he smiles amicably at you.

" Actually- I've decided to not leave", you say, with both sadness and regret in your voice.

He listenes to you in silence, his face doesn't look convinced no matter how much you explain but he never interrupts you until you're finished.

" So, Is that what you really want? To rot in a place which binds you to unnecessary obligations?", He blankly says, after you're done.

"It's only natural to lose something in order to attain greater things y/n", steping in your personal space again he peers at you face, his eyes were slited enough to hide their true intentions yet leaving just enough space for the moonlight to give them an otherworldly glow.

His beautiful face just centimetres away from yours and before you can finish he grabs you by the chin and delivers a mind blowing kiss.

This wasn't good for your heart. Your previous resolve was melting, just like the rest of you. Geto quickly slipped his hot tongue inside your mouth, exploring every nook and cranny of it.

"Why are you going so far?", You ask, still not entirely convinced.

" Because we are the same, that's why I know what you want and I can give that to you. So trust me okay?", A few seconds pass as you both stare into each other, when you finally heave a sigh of defeat.

" I do want more than just a life of modesty,", having changed you decision yet again you look up at the man in a renewed resolve.

"That's my girl!", Almost excitedly he envelopes you in a warm hug,

"Well y/n? How exactly do you want to celebrate your new found freedom? ", giving his words a suggestive tone he leaned forward to press his lips against your ear, placing light kisses up and down its lobe.

A surge of heat runs through your confounded heart, voice raspy as you reply " Ofcourse I want to do it with you", the snickering above you made you realise the innuendo your words held,

" I meant the celebration! It as in the CELEBRATION OKAY?!", Frantically, you push against his chest to break your embrace, trying to explain the simple meaning behind your previous words but even so, you'd be lying to yourself if you said that the thought of sleeping with him never crossed your mind.

The unmarried virgin criteria you had to fulfill in order to be a shrine maiden was in the past now. So you couldn't find any reason to hold back now.

" I'd be an honor," Geto's melodious voice reverberated through the entire room and you whip your head upwards to look for the confirmation you needed.

With minimal amount of words Geto took you to a near by cottage, saying he atleast wanted your first time to be in a proper place. You thought he was staying at just a room in that cottage but it turned out he had rented the entire place.

For you, it was quite a luxurious thing, while it was something you'd love to revel in, you had other, more important matters to give your attention too.

With a soft click, Geto opens the bedroom door and ushers you in, you breathing coming out irregular, and you were almost shaking in both excitement and nervousness.

What if he doesn't like how I look like naked? Would he like it better if I had shaved? Wait- I hope I'm not wearing my ugly panties today!. While you were freting the small details, the long haired man quietly made his way towards the bed, where you sat, buring his face at the crook of your neck as his arms wrap themselves around you.

"White suites you",His voice rumbled in your ears, his tone as smooth and sweet as honey when he slipped his hand inside the collar of your top, parting the neatly tucked fabric until your chest was exposed. The sudden contact with the air and his hands made your nipples perk up. He fondles them a little while kissing up your neck and shoulders.

Slowly he undos the cloth belts that tied your red hakama to place and eventually you feel them loosen up and then down to the ground, leaving you in just your open white kosode.

Being so exposed in front of a man and that too for the first time made you instinctively cover your chest and crotch, but it was pointless really, because even your hands couldn't hide the dampness of your panties from the sharp eyes that seems to look straight through your meek attempt at modesty.

"Come on, show me everything", his eyes met yours, all attention on you and it was almost disconcerting how vulnerable his eyes made you feel.

Felling a warm rush of blood to your face, you slowly loosen the grip of your hands around your body, letting Suguru pry them off until they rested limply on your sides. Slowly you lie down flat on your back, shyly looking away.

"Getting embarrassed is fine, but there's no need to hid yourself, It's only natural to want to look at your lover's body",He says it with such low, sweet, seduction that your toes curl in response, the word 'lover' ringing in your ears sent your heart in a frenzy.

Slipping the rest of your garments off of your shoulders he gently kisses your ear, licking the contours of your jaw and all the way to the hollow of your throat. His mouth nibbed at the skin beneath as his smooth tongue caressed the marks it left behind.

Soon he latched his lips onto on of your nipples, his teeth grazing the hardened tips pulled a few moans out of you, his long hair tickled your skin wherever they fell and it took everything in you to stop yourself from grabbing onto them.

Moving lower, he soon reached your pussy, already dripping with arousal. You felt his breath on your folds as spreaded them with one of his hand and gave the smooth space inbetween a long lick.

Sucking on your clit with fervor, his arms around your hips traced it's dips and curves as he delves deeper into your moistened sex. Your moans were inevitable at this point, the feeling his mouth in the most intimate part of your body was making you shiver in ecstasy but as soon as he brought his hand near your hole you felt your thighs clench.

"Don't worry I'll only use one finger at a time to get you all nice and ready for later" Gentle reassurances flowed naturally out of his mouth as he covers his fingers in your slick before spreading your pussy more.

His digits push past your folds and buries themselves deep into your throbbing pussy, the sensation of being penetrated both new and arousing. Geto slowing moves his finger in and out as his tongue latches on to your clit again.

The sensations of being licked and fingered together intermingled in your body, bringing you closer to your release in no time. Although it was a good thing you didn't wanted to end it so quickly. He was undeniably good with his hands, knowing when exactly to add another finger or when to curl or rub them inside.

Maybe it's because it was your first time but the onslaught of your orgasm leaves you shaking and moaning wildly in the most unladylike ways you have ever acted. It was embarrassing how much you ended up enjoying while Geto did all the work.

Though he pushes you to your limit you can't help but want to watch his every movement, anticipation building inside you when he raises his head and props himself on his knees to get a better look at your blissed out face. You let out a sigh of longing as he bought his glistening digits to near your face as a proof of you how good he made you feel.

" I'm glad you like it honey", his voice dangerously seductive, he licks his fingers just as erotically, making you embarrassed.

" Let's move onto the part where you cum on my cock now shall we?", His crudeness may have been shocking but right now all you cared about was the cumming part so you let him manhandle your throbbing form until he properly lines himself up against your hole.

Suguru didn't removed his cloths fully, just loosened his hakama just enough to whip his member out.

" Deep breaths now y/n", his gentle guiding eased your mind, and so you relax your body to take him in because even if it's your first time, you were pretty sure he was big enough to make anyone ache.

A warm tingling pain tears through your core which soon mealted into something more euphoric, unbearably good even, making you cry out in ecstasy. He filled you up to the brim and you wondered how bad it will ache tomorrow. As soon as he bottomed out in you, the entire aura of the person about you changed and the room felt like it dropped a few degrees in temperature.

It was not what you'd expected as your first time. Not the painfully rough speed he started with. Not the large hand around your neck that threatened to cut off your air supply. And certainly not the cold, detached look in his face.

Even when your breathing was getting shallower by the second you still writhed in pleasure. It was alarming as to how much you were willing to entrust your entire self to Suguru who was nothing if not composed, keeping his hand firmly around your neck while thrusting his member in and out of your pussy, fucking you like some sort of rag doll.

Long gone was the mild mannered person you looked up at with heart eyes, maybe he was just different in bed, that's what you wanted to tell yourself but the lack of consent and the level of his roughness kept you from doing so.

He eventually let go of your neck, only to flip you on your stomach and shoved his cock inside from an even deeper angle. He didn't let you tap out until you came twice, with your third orgasm approaching just as fast.

The sumptuous heat from his body lingers on yours for sometime even after he pulls himself out

And you felt that the longer you stayed in his embrace, the more darkness seeped into you which would surely make you go numb eventually

You wanted to ask Geto what was happening but a few broken screams were the only thing you could make out, everything was sudden, how the pain made your vision go white to then pitch black and as your consciousness left your body all you could hear was Geto's calm voice.

" Next time you wake up, well be in a better world"

The few rustling sounds of fabric brought you back to the waking world, the dark blue skies outside with flashes of gold inbetween told you it was just the crack of dawn.

You slowly prop yourself up in a sitting position to look around the unfamiliar room.

You catch your reflection in the nearby window next to your bed, you looked the same save for the few indecipherable marks here and there.

" Good morning y/n", Quickly looking at your right, you see Geto just walking out of the bath, his mascular form only covered by a thin cottan kimono.

He was behaving normally, as if the events of last night didn't happen. So normally that you were starting to think you may have hallucinated the whole thing.

Walking towards your sitting form, Geto bends down to cup your jaw and layers his mouth on yours, the scent of his shampoo tingling your senses almost made you forget about everything else.

He breaks the kiss, gazing at your downcasted eyes, the heat from your face made him chuckle.

"Quite an innocent reaction considering all the things we've done", he smirks triumphantly at you, his eyes a mix of dark but intense passion. All the things huh. You thought. Your mind was still in a haze and it was talking longer to process your words and thoughts.

"What happened last night?, I can't remember everything properly", you were expecting straight answers, that how did you passed out or where you exactly were right now but Geto seemed to go off on his own tangent.

You were just like my past self,", were, he said. As if you're something else now. The man in front of you was changing his colors faster than you could comprehend his words and it was terrifying you.

"That's why it's my duty to show you everything that life has to offer, the entire extent of it. As long as you stay by my side.", Not paying an ounce of attention to your shocked state he want on,

" The people you were staying with before were only going to confuse you further, that's why I had to take you away".

"You are the most free and safest at my side, darling. But if you still want your preistess life back then, I'll be your god and you can spend the rest of your life worshipping me instead"

Of course, he didn't saw you as an equal who could stand beside him, you weren't even his lover, just someone below him who he needed to worship the ground he walked upon in. But even so, the fear you experienced just a few minutes ago dissipated, bringing back the curiosity that was at its height whenever he was around.

"Were you lonely?",Geto's eyes trailed up and down your face which halted in their track after hearing your words which oddly resembled pity.

" What-", the previously composed and slitted eyes expanded a little before his expression abruptly shifts, turning serious, making you flinch under its sharp gaze, the animosity that surrounded him contrasted with the previous tender kisses and touch.

With his one large hand he grabbed your face from the base of your jaw, painfully lifting it up until your entire body was a few centimetres above the surface of the bed.

" Listen up y/n, I didn't brought you here to dote on you and the only reason I wiped out your silly little shrine because I can't stand hypocrites who spread false teachings written by equally hypocritical people. It was your job to worship things you couldn't see before and now you have to do the same job for someone you can see. That's. All."

"Ofcourse, leaving isn't an option.I've turned your body into a reincarnated curse. If any of the Jujutsu tech people caught you roaming around, it'll be instant exorcism for you." He lets go of your face and sits next to your form, Geto was quite for a while, giving you time to sort out your own feelings on the matter.

You knew what was happening now. Inbetween those conceited words flashes of the warm blooded man behind the god slipped out and you had to resist the overwhelming urge to comfort the person who just confessed to have burnt down the shire you were living in just until a few days ago. Maybe your thought process was altered just like the rest of you body, or maybe you were always this crazy too.

The source of your sympathy was unknown but the twisted obsession of his was provided you with more solid answers.

Your meeting, the conversations, how you eloped together. All of it made sense now. He wanted to save you from the oppressive state of the place you had spend most of your life in, ofcourse he would. He was thinking of you in ways no one ever had. He loved you in ways no one ever will, or could for that matter.

And you,

You loved him too. You had to.

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Notes:

☞︎ Of course! This is such a fluffy idea. 🥺

☞︎ I think I did some romantic headcanons for him in the past, maybe I will update the list in the future.

Pairing:

☞︎Wesker x F!reader.

Type:

☞︎Fluff.

-> Wesker has a busy life, we all know that. His research, plans, and schemes keep him busy. He is so focused on his goals that he barely has time for his personal life. despite promising his partner that he'll try to be more present and active in their relationship, he couldn't keep his promise and forgot about it the moment his phone ring. Always something intervenes, and he has to deal with it at the moment. That's the disadvantage when everything and everyone relies on you. Still, one doesn't get on his level without hard work and sacrifices, and he is aware of the sacrifices he has to make daily, such as spending less time with you, sleeping less, staying all day in the lab. However, despite rarely seeing you, he could notice that you began to distance.

-> He tries to speak with you in his free time, but his free time usually means 30 minutes at best. Even then, he notices your cold demeanor. Instead of getting mad, you find excuses to go away, with work, chores, etc. It hurts him a little because in his head he thinks you don't care about his work enough to understand that his presence is needed constantly for the plan to be perfect. He thinks that you don't understand that in the end, he is doing all of this for you, to make a perfect world for you. That's why he keeps things hidden from you because you couldn't possibly understand the implications. He is afraid that you'll start seeing him as a monster, just like the others, and he will have no choice but to apply some inhuman measures.

-> Anyways, whenever he would try to open the subject, his phone would ring or you would find an excuse to leave. And he doesn't really want to talk either because of the secrets he keeps, but he knows he has no choice. You are deary to him more than he wants to admit. He looks at his schedule and tries to find a day to talk only with you. He'll let Excella handle it, and she'll be more than happy to do so. She'll do anything for him, in hopes of being the goddess of the new world. What an annoying woman he thinks, she will be the first one to experiment with Uroboros.

-> Your first shock will be when you would wake up next to him. He doesn't really sleep, but he looks like he is waiting for you. Wesker makes huge efforts not to check his phone because he knows that at the tiniest sign there might be a problem he would get up and go fix it, and then get stuck in a chain where everyone comes to him with more problems. You're shocked, but at the same time relaxed. You curl up in his arm and cuddle for the next minutes, Wesker's fingertips gently caressing your bareback. He would talk so nice to you, telling you the sweetest "good morning" in his raspy voice, how beautiful you look, and how he couldn't resist leaving you. A true sweetheart, but you know he was manipulating. He wants something.

-> You remained skeptical for the rest of the day as he continued to behave nicely. Before talking with you, he wanted to soften you a little, even if it was the hardest goal he had to fulfill. While eating the breakfast, made by him of course, he told you that how much he missed hanging around with you and that he took the day off. You almost dropped your spoon and choke on your food. Wesker taking a day off? You gave him a quick glance to see if he is serious. It was hard at the beginning to tell when he was lying or not, but now you got accustomed. There wasn't any exaggeration in his tone, his pupils were normal, his eye color was normal. A beautiful amber shade that put you on your knees the first time you look into his eyes, he could tell you the most ridiculous lies and you would believe him. Now they helped you to see whether he was lying or not. He seemed sincere, and it seemed like he was begging you to trust him.

-> Wesker couldn't take you out to a traditional romantic date. He couldn't risk going in public, because not only Chris wanted him. BSAA and mercenaries were after his head. Still, that didn't suppress his romantic side. He owns a botanic garden that was used for experiments until he saw the beauty in it and decided to stop every test. Since then, he redecorated and maintained it, keeping it for occasions like this, and maybe he can turn it into a future playground for your kids someday. You couldn't help but notice the beauty of nature as you passed under the floral arches. Your hand was wrapped loosely around his forearm, and he walked proudly on the path filled with plants. If only he could show off with you in public, so the world can see what kind of woman he has. somehow you were forced into hiding too, and he couldn't stop feeling guilty about it. He was dressed casually, with a pair of black pants and a white shirt with a few buttons undone. And of course, without sunglasses this time.

-> you two began to talk and Wesker already knew what bothered you, so it was no surprise for him. Still, he put a facade. You wanted to spend more time with him, and a day can't compensate with months of absence. As you kept demanding more, he grew more worried. He didn't want you to snoop around and find his secrets, that's why he maintained a certain distance, although he admitted to himself that he exaggerated. Wesker nodded and listened carefully. After all, it wasn't something he couldn't provide for his beloved. During her speech, he couldn't keep his hands to himself. His love was so gorgeous when she was standing for herself, and he began to gently caress her face, hold her hands, put some strands of hair back in place, and she couldn't help but melt under his touch. In the end, they both forgot what they talked about. At least half of it.

-> The rest of the day was spent in normal settings, with a little exception. Wesker couldn't contain himself and in the evening he went to check on his projects. You rolled your eyes of course, but he didn't let go of your hand so you didn't really have a choice but to listen to how he threatens his employees and Excella. Later, you two went to his room where he continued to worship you.

-> it was hard, but he needs to find a way to include you in his schedule. He will have Excella to distract you when you are on the verge to discover one of his little dirty secrets.

[senjuushi]

Hey, can you give me a introduction on the characters personalities? I really want to ask some stuff, but don't know the characters enouth. It doens't need to be long, just a small introduction! (:

OwO Absolutely!!! I’ve explained the characters in my writing Discord before, so I’ll just copypaste what I wrote there. The explanations are pretty long, but they’re detailed, so I like ‘em~

Long post below!

This is F. He's a flamboyant, eccentric sadomasochist, and deviant with a princess-type personality, who kind of never quits saying horrible, horrible things. He's very girly and over-the-top, and expresses a distinct crush on one of the other guns, who he refers to as "Onii-sama". 

He has MAJOR masochistic tendencies, like licking the barrel of his gun while it's still hot, but he shows sadistic tendencies too, such as treating his lowest-ranking soldiers horribly. It's very likely that these behaviors have been learned from others, though. One thing that I think is of note is that, despite his extremely sexual behavior and tendencies, he's not showing any more skin than his upper neck and a little bit of his wrists. 

He's an attention-seeker who struggles to stand out in the shadow of a remarkable older brother, and it's implied that he's pretty desperate to be loved. He values his appearance a lot, going out of his way to look good and be presentable, such as through doing his nails and wearing perfume. 

I think he's a very needy person who just wants people to look at him and care about him in any way, so he goes out of his way to stand out. There are a lot of implications that he's been through some pretty awful stuff, considering that his sadism and masochism are most likely learned.

. . . 

This is Belga. He's a loudmouthed idiot with a violent streak and a love of shooting everything in sight. Based on his face and calculated height, he's probably only like 13-15 physically, 16 at max. 

He's very childish and immature, is either ridiculously ignorant or pretty darn stupid, and has a horrifically foul mouth on him. He was described to me as a "laughing maniac". That said, he's got a major soft side, and cries easily at things like sad stories and his pet fish dying. The fish themselves are most likely a measure to control him by, with letting him gain an attachment just to threaten him with them. 

He's very manipulable and gullible, and gets called "birdbrain" by 89, a gun who shares the same superior as him. Overall, he's a childish moron who can probably only barely take care of himself.

. . . 

This is Mikhael. He's... kind of a mess. Outwardly, he seems like a calm, collected character who lives only for his music and his passions. When looked at closer, however, there are some very bad signs. 

First of all, he's blind. His eyes are bandaged over, which... does not imply good things. He also has what's almost definitely a brace on his leg, suggesting that he's kind of broken. Also worth noting is that in the art above, his gun is pointing at his head. 

Mikhael has a fixation on "beauty in destruction" which to me implies that he's trying very hard to cover for how broken he is. He does nothing but play his piano when taken to battle, basically leaving himself open to getting shot. I see him as an older, broken-down gun who's acutely aware of how horrible his situation is, as well as being passively suicidal. He won't do anything to kill himself, but if something happened, he certainly wouldn't complain. 

I think he's very sad, finding joy only in his music, and taking every chance to drown himself in it. Because of his physical flaws, I doubt the WE treats him very well. He's broken enough that he could be gotten rid of at any time, so he's struggling to make himself seem useful and good through his obsession with beauty in ruined things.

. . . 

This is Ninety. He's the "holy shit this is fucked up" one. Ninety is literally referred to as the WE's dog... and he acts like it. 

He's the youngest of the guns in terms of summoning order and has a mindset somewhere between a child and an animal. He can't speak, most likely trauma mute and connected to something like conversion disorder, is only barely literate, and communicates with a signboard. Do note that this boy is not wearing pants. 

He's sort of feral, going so far as to bite the soldiers under him when he doesn't get fed enough (they're probably starving him). He's known to be a "panic shooter", implying a nervous personality. Also worrying is that he has another mask under his gas mask. A lot of fans theorize that he has a slit mouth. 

All of that said, though, Ninety is surprisingly mature and probably a lot more intelligent than he acts. He comforts Belga when his fish die, and honestly, I think he's just acting the part of a stupid dog because it's been drilled into him enough. There's intelligence in there, he's just not allowed to show it. Also, he's tiny. My height calculations put him at somewhere in the 4' range.

. . . 

This is Ghost. His gun is an experimental weapon that was never actually released, and he's got issues because of that. He's a person with no presence who always goes ignored by those around him. His bullets are ridiculously expensive to produce, and thus, the only person who's ever given him a chance is Ashley, to whom he's ridiculous levels of grateful and loyal. 

He's got major abandonment issues and considers himself to be a difficult to deal with reject. He's very passive, cynical, and pessimistic. He has a very childish side, "cursing" people who upset or ignore him, and "blessing" the rare few who give him the time of day. He latches onto anyone who treats him kindly with an unrivaled sense of desperation. It's implied that he might be rather sickly, and he seems to have a poor physical presence. 

He feels like he's a failure who no one should waste their time on, and struggles a lot with believing that anyone could ever find him worth the effort to use or keep. He's always teetering on the fear of being abandoned and forgotten.

. . . 

This is 89. He's a dead-inside gamer otaku who's catchphrase is "Are you serious?" He's something of the straight man (in the sense of the comedy term) of the lot of them and is definitely the most "normal". 

On that subject, he wants to be normal very, very badly but doesn’t have a shadow of a chance thanks to his status as nothing but a gun and a weapon of the WE, so he forces himself to look down on everyone who does get a normal life. He’s so depressed and done with life that all he does is lock himself up in his room and play whatever violent fighting games he’s allowed as an escape from the misery that is his life. He's got a ridiculously obvious crush on Mikhael, and also very obviously just wants someone to love him. Belga calls him "virgin", and in return gets referred to as "birdbrain". 

89 is just tired and done and exhausted with life, and honestly, he probably doesn't get much attention. He slacks off from missions when he can (which he definitely gets in trouble for), and even his favorite foods are cheap things that sound like they've been shoved onto him out of sheer neglect. He's a little bit tsundere and a total softie inside. He's also my favorite of all of them.

. . . 

This is Eins. He's the powerhouse of the modern guns, and definitely the strongest person there. He's the highest-ranking of all of them, and his battle style/gun type is a sniper. 

He's a serious person who takes his job equally seriously and always produces exceptional results. He acts rather normal, and could probably pass for human if he tried. That said, he's also got major empathy issues, showing very little remorse for hurting people. He takes orders way too far to make sure he's gone far enough, in the sense that he'd kill 100 people if ordered to kill 1. He has his soft side, though, down to gardening, impressive cooking skills when it comes to the others, and considering many of the other moderns to be his "family". F has a crush on him, which he's totally oblivious to. 

Fal is his loyal right-hand man, and Ghost is ridiculously fond of him. He's merciless when it comes down to it, but probably just sees what he does as doing his job and not getting hurt. He definitely sees himself as nothing but a weapon and a tool.

. . . 

This is Fal. He's F's older brother, and most likely the reason why F is Like That. Fal is an insanely capable, efficient, skilled person– one who comes off as perfect in every way. His gun, the FN FAL, is known as "the right arm of the free world" and has been one of the most used firearms in history. 

Fal himself is a calm, collected sort who always seems poised. He's Eins's assistant and has a lot of responsibility, which he handles extremely well. He's polite, subservient, and soft-spoken, despite being very close to Eins in power and skill. He's well-spoken, eloquent, loyal, and basically embodies the perfect assistant. He's also very intelligent, and expresses a particular fondness for torture. He has a unique power in that he's able to manifest prehensile, thorned vines, which sets him apart from the others in strength and skill. 

He's basically the ideal modern gun, which gives F and everyone else a LOT to live up to. He does seem like a very stressed, worn-down person, though, and likely is almost crushed under the pressure of the expectations placed on him.

. . . 

This is Kirsch. He's a sadistic spoiled brat who's almost definitely been sexually abused. He's downright desperate for attention from Ashley, resenting Mauser (Ashley's personal weapon) viciously for taking that attention away. Creepily enough, he refers to Ashley as "Papa". 

He's sort of obsessed with being cute and attractive, emphasizing his charm and trying to play up how lovable he is. That said, he behaves like a spoiled child, down to throwing tantrums when he's angry. Kirsch is also a major sadist (a behavior which is definitely learned), and loves torturing people for the sheer fun of it. He's described as "sick in the head" by one of his superiors. Even so, he tries to paint himself as a harmless victim who can do no wrong, kissing up to and demanding attention from anyone he looks fondly upon. 

He's ridiculously immature, insanely clingy, and probably also has major abandonment issues. He acts like a love-starved child who acts out in order to get attention. There are also a few implications that he's been sexually abused, including his aggressively "touchy" behavior, personal-space invading sadism, attitude towards his superiors, and revealing outfit (short shorts and garter on his leg).

. . . 

This is Hokusai. He's an animated, wild-natured person with a major childish streak. He uses the pronoun "Boku-chan", which sounds straight out of the mouth of a kindergartener. 

He's something of a mad scientist who's associated with the science sector of the WE, and has honestly probably been the brunt of more than a few experiments. He has a massive fixation on the color blue that goes all the way to an obsession, and he's so dedicated to this that he keeps trying to dye his human self blue... which also keeps killing him. He's killed himself like this a bunch of times, but fortunately, Ashley can keep bringing him back somehow. He has a massive aversion to the color red too, straight to the point where he loses it if he sees his own blood. 

He has a number of visible scars (rare for anime art), including one across his throat and one on his wrist, implying that he's been through some shit. His behavior also says to me that he might have some form of brain damage, probably of the nature that impacts his decision making and sense of consequences. He's very reckless and has little regard for his own life. Despite this, he's also a cheerful, sunny person who never really seems to be down.

. . . 

This is Love1. He's... a mess. His gun is majorly defective, and known irl as one of the worst and most useless firearms in history. Reflecting this, L1's body is kind of a mess. His gun jams constantly, which gives him nosebleeds, he's implied to be physically fucked up in general, and in the game, his bigger attacks did damage to him too. 

Personality-wise, he acts like an utter idiot. He's loud and goofy, with a lot of presence and seemingly no dignity. He's cheerful, explosive, and trigger-happy, acting like he doesn't have a care in the world. However, his real personality is very different. L1 is a massively intelligent and strategic individual. While Fal specializes in physical torture, L1 is the psychological torture master. He knows how to absolutely break people. He has a little brother, Like2, and the two of them are both in the "defective" boat. L1 loves L2 dearly, no matter how rude the other is to him, and gushes over his "cute baby brother" constantly. 

On the dark note, L1's life is kind of hanging by a thread. He's worthless enough that he could be gotten rid of at any time, and with the whole world seeing him as a failure, he's definitely got some major issues. He could be replaced at any time, and he's definitely living in fear of when that day will come. Since his physical body is shot, it's also likely that he's constantly in a lot of pain. No one is really very nice to him either.

. . . 

This is Like2. He's an effeminate, bratty tsundere who wants to be spoiled and loved. He's in the same boat as L1 in that his gun is sort of useless, but he's still quite a bit better off. He definitely shares the same worries about being replaced, but instead of covering it up with a smile, he fixates on making himself pretty and strong. 

He's a bodybuilder who focuses a lot on strength training, and is surprisingly tough for his looks. He loves fine things and getting attention and spoiling, and is pretty much desperate for people to like him. Because of his status as a rejected, mocked weapon, he's frantic to make himself useful and avoid being disposed of. He values his personal security massively, can't stand any form of discomfort, and is willing to turn traitor as soon as his safety is on the line. He's an aggressive, abrasive tsundere who constantly berates his brother, calling him "worthless" and "soon to be replaced". 

That said, he loves L1 dearly underneath it all, and winds up as something of his brother's caretaker. He's a fragile person who's desperate to be cared for an accepted, no matter what he has to do to get it.

. . .

Last is Mauser. He's Ashley's personal assistant and weapon, and is honestly a thousand levels of worrying. Mauser is the first gun Ashley summoned, and despite his size and young appearance, his gun is the oldest model as well, being made in 1896. He teeters right on the verge of modern and antique. 

He's an obedient doll to Ashley who seems to lack any form of personality or will of his own. He's empty and emotionless, only capable of expressing his loyalty to his Master. This lack of personality could be attributed to being a faulty summon, but more likely, Ashley has broken him of anything that made him a person. He's blindly devoted, endlessly loyal, and doesn't really have anything to live for beyond Ashley. His character is worrying because something must have left him so broken, and the implications with what Ashley could have done to mess him up so badly aren't pretty. 

His personality is rather flat, but his interesting side comes in what made him the way he is. He'd have nothing to live for without Ashley.

[askdacast]

You don't like the recent Tenshi? What's so different about her, if you're okay with explaining...

Well this is gonna take a while explaining :P

First, a preface: I’m not saying the current portrayal of Tenshi is necessarily bad writing (a term I use with caution concerning ZUN around Touhou fans), and fundamentally, she has not really changed as a character at all. She’s still a haughty and sheltered brat from Bhava-agra who cares for little besides her own immediate amusement - that core part of her character has not really changed. It’s really in the nuances of her current writing that cause me to not really like her, as a personal preference for what those nuances say about her.

We must also remember Tenshi’s first appearance in Scarlet Weather Rhapsody was in 2008, while her second major non-cameo appearance was in Antinomy of Common Flowers, released in 2018. That’s a good 10 years that ZUN has not written this character in any major work - heck, in any capacity, since she barely appeared in the manga before Common Flowers, or in any cameos.

I’m not saying ZUN necessarily ‘forgot’ how to write Tenshi; it is entirely possible he wanted to give her a revamp in personality and finally use this character he hadn’t used in a while. As a result, a lot of the nuances in her old portrayal which I rather enjoyed, and perhaps made a lot of conjecture about, were lost in the new portrayal. Again, this is not necessarily a bad thing, but I personally miss the old portrayal.

So, why exactly do I like old Tenshi? Was there more to her than just being a stuck-up hedonistic brat?

Personally, I’d like to say yes.

Old Tenshi was written to be someone capable of backing up her arrogance. Yes she was still in certain senses a brat, but she was formidable. She’s the final boss for a reason - she goaded almost every single character into fighting her, and her infamous Last Spell section is where she quits playing games with you and outright takes you to space to wreck you. (Not that she was trying to kill you mind you, but probably punch your face in really, really hard. With lasers.)

Now yes, most of her goading the characters is outright due to haughty arrogance. Even when she was caught off-guard by Yukari trying to destroy her repairs on the Hakurei Shrine, she tried to keep her cool by telling off the most powerful Youkai in Gensokyo.

“Huhuhu, the filthy earth-crawling youkai said some delightful things…To be poor without murmuring is difficult. No wonder you earth-dwellers are so sour!” 

Of course, even though Tenshi loses, she doesn’t really care, because as we remember, her original goal in SWR was simply to satiate her boredom through fighting everybody. And she got what she wanted, and was quite happy about it; even when everyone came to beat her up in response, she appreciated the ‘fun trick’.

This brings me to my next point: the writing itself. Just from the above quote, and her other quotes in SWR, Tenshi was written with a sense of finesse, and I will unironically declare this is the bulk of why I like old Tenshi.

She’s classy.

If you examine her dialogue and her quotes in the VS Mode section of SWR on Touhou Wiki, you’ll notice she makes countless references to old philosophers - Confucius’ Analects being one of them - while trying to dunk on everyone else. In fact, I used to sprinkle her dialogue with plenty of these when I briefly roleplayed as her on this very blog. Tenshi obviously is rather learned, albeit in a superficial manner - living in Bhava-agra hearing the same old analects and philosophy from more enlightened residents will do that to you. And it’s also clear from her dialogue sometimes she doesn’t really understand the true wisdom of what she’s spouting.

So here we have basically an upper-class brat who is surrounded by wisdom from young but doesn’t really get half of what that wisdom is. And if Touhou weren’t a comedy series, I could see her having her own mini-arc where she matures or her knowledge is put to the test and she reveals how much she really does or doesn’t know. Most people see Tenshi and see her as a one-note brat who needs to be put in her place, but there’s a lot of Tenshi that implies an observant but also easily bored child who doesn’t know what to do with her existence, so she masks it by boasting about her status and loads of power. I find that kind of character rather interesting and, when she’s written classily as old Tenshi did, a character who’s almost coming of age. A good person? Probably not. A character with potential? Absolutely.

But then again, I’m probably projecting a lot, given my own tastes characters in fiction and my own personal struggles. I like coming of age stories, sue me.

Meanwhile, new Tenshi is just an arrogant child with no extra caveats. Doesn’t help her redesign outright makes her look younger. While yes, I’m thankful it blunted all the ‘lol masochist Tenshi’ memes, all it’s done is flanderize Tenshi as a tiny smol brat who goes around thumping her chest shouting “COME AT ME BRO!” Now yes, that’s entertaining, and probably ZUN wanted to rewrite that as clearly as possible in her newer character. But as I said, she lost a lot of her charm and class in this new portrayal, which kinda saddens me. I’ve read her appearances in Wild and Horned Hermit, and read parts of her dialogue in Common Flowers, and despite sprinkles of haughty language here and there, this is all her character amounts to now. Much more focus is given to how her arrogance makes her ignorant of the greater implications of both her actions and the surface world. Which granted, she did have in her older portrayal, but that gave nuance that perhaps she was incredibly learned about human wisdom and just clueless about how to interact with and talk to normal people.

This is not so in her chapter in WaHH where she serves guests to her party vegetables and cheap sake and expects them to think it’s a fantastic feast. And is proud of it. This is also the same Tenshi who, in her ending in SWR, apologized for only having peaches to offer her guests at her party. Granted, you could convincingly argue in WaHH she was doing that to prank everybody, but the writing feels off.

I suppose what I’m arguing is that new Tenshi feels like a flanderization of old Tenshi. I am not necessarily saying this is a bad thing - you can enjoy new Tenshi if you want! She is a catalyst for comedic gold and smol child memes. I’m also not really blaming ZUN for this writing change, because as I said, he hasn’t written her in 10 years, and probably wanted to give her a change in writing to fit his new stories. ZUN has after all mostly been a writer who explores and expands on his setting with each new idea at his own pace, rather than fleshing out existing concepts and creating some grand narrative. And I do not blame him for that, given Touhou is just that kind of light-hearted franchise. Although granted, this is partly why in my last post, I mentioned I fell off Touhou ever since Touhou 15 - it’s in this weird gray area of trying to make more serious/intense plots and introduce more and more powerful Sages to Gensokyo (I am not a fan of Okina Matara, I’m sorry), while still trying to maintain this really whimsical atmosphere, and it doesn’t really mesh as well as before. I dunno, just me?

tl;dr I don’t hate New Tenshi, but I’m not really a fan of her when Old Tenshi was kind of a One-Hit Wonder to me, a character who was really interesting and could possibly go places if her motivations and place in the setting were really delved into more with just a couple short stories. And if you need any more proof that Old Tenshi was more than just a ‘lol arrogant brat’, I turn your attention to her amazing theme again and that. smug. face.

[blapis-blazuli]

Okay, I honestly wasn't prepared for this to get past one or two notes, let alone good responses like this (and don't worry, they absolutely make sense), so I'm going to try to respond to these (hopefully in a comprehensive way).

I am not trying to put down anyone who likes the book or prefers it to the '33 film. I like the book! There are definitely parts of it that I wish had made it into the film! There are parts I like more than what was done in the film at times! However I cannot deny that I have seen so many stuck-up book snobs who ignore the achievements of the film because it isn't a 1:1 adaptation of the book, or think even the slightest change from it in ways that don't work with the book and/or their specific interpretation of it automatically make it inferior to the original source material. It's completely unfair to the efforts of those who worked on the film, especially the effects crew who did something that other studios (I believe it was MGM) thought they couldn't achieve themselves, and Claude Rains, who, yes, had claustrophobia, PTSD from being in WWI, had poor vision in one eye (that he didn't let anyone outside of close friends know about) and recovered from being unable to speak for a while due to the previously mentioned WWI gas incident, and could've very well DIED while making this film that ended up launching his American film career (basically without the '33 Invisible Man film we probably wouldn't have Captain Louis Renault from Casablanca as we know him).

I know it must sting a bit when something doesn't fully meet your expectations, including when it comes to adapting something like a favorite book, but it happens. Adapting something for the screen usually means at least some things are going to change since some things are difficult to adapt from a literary medium to an audio-visual one (and vice versa), and I think that's something that hardheaded book elitists don't get. (Let's face it: the odds of them getting an actual six foot tall albino British actor for Griffin at the time were very slim.) Plus, sometimes the executives and/or time period plays a part in the changes as well, whether the creators wanted it or not: the most likely reason they added Flora as Griffin's love interest was so that they could dissuade anyone from claiming that Griffin wasn't straight (though the whole thing he has going with Kemp in that film still makes his supposed straightness questionable to say the least, and I know I'm not the only one who thinks so). We may roll our eyes and scoff at that nowadays, but that was a serious concern back then when they filmed it (the fact that the director, James Whale, was openly gay at the time was unusual because of the rampant homophobia). It sucks, but that's just how it goes sometimes. This is also all without getting into how something can be seen as good in its own right without having to compare it to what it's based on (Don Bluth's Secret of NIMH may not be fully faithful to the book it's based on, but many still regard it as a great film by itself). Also, let's face it, sometimes the source material has some issues, be they plot holes the author might have missed or have unfortunate implications or some other reasons, that those adapting it want to avoid (having Griffin wrestle Kemp in his bed upon them first meeting sounds unintentionally sexual enough on paper, on film that would be an even bigger issue). None of these are things I see get brought up whenever I stumble upon a book elitist who complains about the film, which doesn't seem fair. Things change, it's normal.

It's one thing to not like the movie, that's fine, but going around saying "they didn't meet all one-hundred percent of my expectations or make every single change in ways that I personally approve of, so therefore it's awful" the way I've seen from book elitists is... not good. It only gets worse when fans suddenly feel like they need to police how other fans write for said characters they had no hand in creating. ("You wanna write Griffin as someone who gets actual positive character development? No, fuck you, you're doing it wrong.") I've seen this exact kind of behavior from people in other fandoms (it's why I hardly interact with the Batman fandom at all), and it almost always reeks of a holier-than-thou mentality. ("This thing I like is superior to this other thing related to it, therefore that inferior thing is nothing but garbage and I shall state as such whenever possible.") As someone who got into the book specifically because of how much I love the movie and who's suffered from hearing people act like that in other fandoms that ended up damaging me emotionally for years, that really hurts. For me it's like the two cakes scenario: there are two options, and while one may seem more appetizing than the other to someone else, I just see two good cakes. It's entirely possible to appreciate more than one version of a thing, sometimes for different reasons, and that's 's okay. It's fine to disagree with people on whether or not you like a thing that's part of the same thing you're into, but don't be a stuck up prick about it is basically what I'm getting at.

1933 Invisible Man film: (used a difficult technique at the time to make the invisible effect the best that they could, which required Claude Rains and his double to act blind, mostly deaf, and often in layered clothing in the middle of summer, making at least one of them even pass out on set at one point, all just for one film)

You book stickler jackasses: His hair's not white tho, did they even try at all :/