#so if any one of you have an HC for her or for other characters in the Superfam or for other characters in the Supermythos in general

[lizzieisright]

i really love the way you write abby it’s always so humanizing of her and her character and makes her feel all the more real!! could you write hcs about abby little quirks as a girlfriend

Thank you so much! ❤️❤️

I did the hcs thingy, guys!

Definitely had a "I'm so straight" phase.

Loves stand up comedy and will make you watch it with her. This woman will find comedians that no one has ever heard of and in a few months they will suddenly become popular. She has a sixth sense for it.

Lives under a fucking rock. She doesn't have tiktok or twitter, uses Instagram as her archive.

However. Abby loves insta stories. Yeah, she could post a thirst trap in the gym, but why would she if she can post a video of a hedgehog she came across? Or a weirdly existential poster she saw? Or you doing some stupid shit like trying to open a bottle of wine with a screw and pair of pliers? (You fail, and the next video is her opening the bottle)

Obviously a gym rat, hates going to the gym with someone (even you), unless she goes the separate ways with her company. However, if you're new to the gym, Abby will gladly show you around and will abandon her own workout just to take care of you. If you hate gym, it's fine too - again, she prefers to train alone.

Abby's care is quiet: she is one of these people who does things and never talks about them. There's a famous story about Yoongi (BTS) who gives his teammates water bottles without even looking at them - that's Abby for you. She doesn't ask or even draw attention: she gives you snacks, puts her jacket on your shoulders, washes the dishes after you've cooked, and all of this is just so natural to her she doesn't even recognise it.

Abby is not the person who gets into your hobbies, but she remembers everything you've told her and will let you talk her ear off.

The most hardworking person you've met. Even if she has her family support, she still tries to find some kind of job, or puts all her effort in her studies.

Abby hates all these healthy recipes, so she tries to come up with her own that won't taste like absolute shit. She is doing great, by the way, and tricks you into healthy eating with her cooking.

If you have any kind of ED, Abby will be the most supportive person ever. She will bite everyone's head off if they dare to comment on your eating habits, help you through recovery and never, ever judge you.

She doesn't like gossip, and is pretty private about her own life.

(this one is self-indulgent) If your hair needs any kind of extra care, Abby will help gladly. Brushing, braiding, hair care routines - she is there for you. She cares about her own hair and understands your struggles.

Abby is confident: not cocky confident but in a way that she knows there's nothing wrong with her and no one can tell her who she is or pretend to know her better than she knows herself. It's impossible to make her feel self-conscious.

So she really doesn't get it if you get self-conscious, especially around her: she sees you as a whole, complicated person and to her, you have nothing to be self-conscious about. It's just you, and you're perfect the way you are.

The woman of action - Abby never promises something she can't follow up on. If she tells you she will do something for you, she will no matter what.

Can't clock people for shit - for all her own confidence, she is oblivious as fuck. Has some bullshit detector built in her, but interpersonal relationships are not her strong suit. Didn't know Mel and Owen were dating for like four months, or that Manny and Nora were awkward around each other because they slept together and figured out they don't work sexually at all.

So flirt with her all you want, but she will think you're just bantering. She will flirt back shamelessly and still think it's just friendly banter. Idiot.

Combine her obliviousness and confidence and get Abby who uses her words all the time. She wants to ask you on a date? She asks, absolutely not scared of being rejected. She is straightforward as fuck and will ask whatever she wants to know.

Really appreciates if you can hold your own against her. Abby is not pushy, but she is more at peace knowing you will establish your own boundaries without fear.

She is an octopus when she sleeps. Her nose will be buried in your hair/neck to the point she will have trouble breathing, but she doesn't care. Holds you the whole night and genuinely won't let you go if you try.

Buys you flowers every week, and when you start living together, Abby starts buying house plants. Eventually your place looks like a greenhouse.

Loves gaming. Abby will seat you between her thighs and play her little games while you can nap or scroll down your phone. If she plays something with a good plot, you will watch it like a movie.

If you're into gaming too, then you'll be two nerds who fight over who gets to play some game first.

If you're a Sims 4 girlie like me - Abby buys every pack they release for you. Doesn't matter if you want it or not - she hears you watching announcements, she pre-orders it. Good luck with the Journey to Batuu pack.

+ nsfw

Abby is gentle and caring to her core. Very big on the consent, so if you find asking if she can do something annoying - too bad, because in the beginning your sex will sound like a very hot interrogation.

On the other hand, if you're into dirty talk - you're in luck. She sounds extremely hot and doesn't even know it.

She is a switch and her preference depends on her mood.

If Abby tops, she is 100% service top.

Everything you say will be weaponised and used against you.

You like how she kisses your neck? She will master it untill you start to shake just from the brush of her nose against your skin.

She is very thoughtful and goal-driven. (The goal is to have you half-delirious with pleasure)

Loves eating you out, can and will do it at every opportunity.

When Abby bottoms, she thinks she is pretty chill. In reallity she is so damn bossy, will tell you what and how to do.

If you want her to shut up and take it - your best bet is a strap. Abby turns into a whiny, sweet mess, and if she tries to talk you can always fuck her harder.

Abby is very open to trying out new things, does all the research and then nerds out to you about it. The most unsexy sex talker outside the bedroom.

The rule of thumb is: don't make her cum as long as you can, otherwise Abby will just have her orgasm and lose all her sex drive.

That's why Abby is the strong supporter of "sex is a journey, not a destination" philosophy. She likes sex for the intimacy and fun, not for the orgasms.

okay I'm stopping there otherwise I'll never finish

[beefy-the-stronk]

What inspired you to start shipping Dan and Leigh? It seems like you’re the first person to really go hard with the pairing

ooohohoho glad you asked (also to the two anons that also asked this, i gotchu)

The ship idea came to me pretty naturally when I was brainstorming with a friend about my Dan AU (its an au where Dan mutates *after* being recruited, but DOESN'T get killed. He instead is able to cope and adjust to his mutation and hunger

When I thought about interactions, with completely platonic intentions, Leigh just naturally seemed like one of the most likely to be excited about his change, especially with how big n spooky it is (perfect for wrestling sksks). I was like oh it'd be cute if she showed him the ropes, gave him advice (be a bad influence lol) and etc. It would be a neat contrast since everyone else would be more cautious (mostly Sam), and it would he sweet too cus I can imagine Same Ol' deserves friends that don't see him any differently.

Leigh and Dan could also be rlly good friends in general, too. Like they both are enthusiastic, clingy, stubborn, passionate hot-headed chuds that hate authority and love being competitive. And either mutated or normal, I kinda wonder if Dan would wrestle with her. He doesn't strike me as someone with the best self-preservation. (I rllyyyy hope they get interactions in the future, I'm used to coming up with bullshit but it would be nice if they had a goofy dinner convo or something)

Then i thought about it some more, and more... & more.... and uh Yeah-

I'm a demi-romantic person, I'm also bisexual, and unfortunately if I see characters being rlly close and friendly, I feel the evil ghost possess me 😭 and boom New Ship acquired.

This doesn't happen EVERYTIME I imagine people being good friends, cus I still love friendship hc's- I'm just def not immune to some ships with lots of potential. I'm also a huge slow burn fan, I usually like to imagine characters bonding overtime too. There's so much more these characters will experience after the visitor, there's potential for them to bond overtime even more. Idkk also I think if they do get more romantic, they would have an entire system they create where they are very touchy and non-masking, and value each other's flaws and positives (match each other's freak, so to speak). Maybe they find each other beautiful, those big charming pearly whites ya know eheheh. I have more touchy feeling thoughts but I will save it for later, this is getting long

Anyways yeah that's my essay

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The Spark and the Fade Finale

A short post series about fleeting inspiration, false starts, and learning to love the creative sparks—even when they don’t catch fire.

The Spark Still Counts

I used to think that if I didn’t follow through, I’d failed. That an idea only mattered if it turned into something useful or visible or done. After deeply thinking about this for the last couple of weeks I'm not sure I believe that anymore.

The sparks are still real.

The sparks count.

Some of my best thinking happens in those little bursts. Some of my truest desires only speak up when the world is quiet enough to let them. Even if the plans dissolve by lunchtime, the part of me that dreamed them up is still worthy of being heard.

And this also isn’t just about me anymore.

I see that same spark-chasing instinct in one of my sons. He’ll fall completely in love with a game, a card collection, a series, or a sport—build a whole world around it—and then, just like that, the spark is gone. For a while, I nudged him to stick with things. But now that I’m beginning to understand this tendency in myself, I can’t begrudge it in him.He’s cut from my cloth, after all.

His brother is different. He’s been hyper-focused on one topic since he was a toddler. At almost seventeen, I can actually see that focus turning into a possible career. Lucky guy.

Different brains have different rhythms.

I’m learning that the spark-chasers aren’t lost or scattered or unreliable—we’re just wired to light up in bursts.

And those bursts are still real. Still valuable. Still us.

If you’re like me, I hope you can let yourself off the hook.

The spark is not a contract.

It’s not a promise.

It’s a hello.

A reminder.

A glimpse of what makes you, you.

And sometimes, that’s more than enough.

Reflection Questions:

• Which parts of your creative rhythm have you tried to judge or “fix”?

• What might change if you trusted your sparks—even if they don’t stick around?

Note to Future Me

Hey Christa, If you’re back here reading this again, I’m guessing you’ve just had another spark—that flicker of brilliance or clarity or obsession that lit you up and made everything feel possible for about two hours… and now you’re wondering where it went.

Maybe you’re annoyed with yourself.

Maybe you’ve got another list, another abandoned doc, another screenshot of a life you thought you were about to live.

And maybe you’re feeling that old shame creeping in:

Why don’t I follow through?

Why do I keep doing this?

Pause.

Breathe.

You’re not broken.

You’re just a spark-chaser. That’s not a flaw—it’s part of what makes you vibrant and alive and curious and you.

Not every idea has to turn into something. Not every impulse has to lead somewhere. You’re allowed to love the moment when the lightbulb went off—even if the bulb flickered out by lunch.

So here’s your reminder, written by past-you when the air was clear:

The spark still counts.

It wasn’t wasted.

And neither are you.

Source: The Spark and the Fade Finale

[lesiasmadness]

do you have any hcs for what animals the pl cast would be if they were mobians in the sonic universe

You feed my darkest impulses anon! Of course that's something I've thought way too much about.

For Hershel I was thinking owl at first because smart and nocturnal and cozy, but I also wanted to try a capybara and ended up liking it too much. They have one capybara character in the IDW Sonic comics and I stuck close to that design, and I think it suits Hersh, what with the longer more rectangular face, and the short limbs, and just the general blockiness of his build. Capybaras are also considered very chill, and they get along with any animal, even their predators, which I think works for Hersh

There's one doodle of a more on-model design for his face with normal eyes, but of course the button eyes prevail. Though some artists go for button eyes even in the official comics so it's not illegal XD So yea. Very married to the idea of capy Hersh

Bizarrely I think he could also be a Zeti. I think a zeti archeologist would be a cool idea

I know it wouldn't work for the story but visually Luke is a chao to me. He just has the same face and eye shape and the expressions and he needs to be fed and likes to draw he is a chao. He is a sacred creature. I even tried recreating his hair swoop with the chao editor but didn't get too close XD

On the more normal side I really like him being a bunny, because haha the pet form MM, and the way he came out in the sketch there's also a bit of dog in him which is even better. I also thought the funny round eyes from the Sonic Forces character creator were similar to his little eyes and while looking them up realized Forces had a bear species available, and that just seemed so prefect to me, calling back to his teddy.

I also had to get a wolf in there too just because of our werewof AU. I had to.

A few ideas for the other characters, Flora is a baby deer to me. But also her big bug eyes give dragonfly. For emmy I just went with animals that hit hard or a canary because haha bird (looks at Thyme)

Kinda stealing form Lucas with Des hiding his species, but in my case he is a sheep. In wolve's clothing. Haha.

I'm sure Randall could be something better but it's like 5 am I gotta sleep so he gets hedgehog for the main character energy.

he kinda ended up looking like nicky from that one manga

[hajihiko]

Hey! Completely random, but--if you were to like have a specific symbol for each of the survivor gang (like a small tattoo idea??), what would they be?

Like, I remember one drawing you did where Fuyu was getting a cross hair for Hajime; I just want to know if you had any other ideas or thoughts about it!

HMMMM.... very fun question! 💫

I liked the idea of them all having a red circle for pressing the button at the end of the game, for one. But individualized...

Fuyuhiko: already hc him as getting tats for important people in his life (including the survivors), so the Peko-Natsumi-Hajime ones don't count. But if he got one of his own...obvious idea is the Kuzuryū dragon somewhere, in general I like the back of the neck for any specific tattoo for him. Or maybe a little incision line on his stomach to remind him what he did lol

Kazuichi: someone else mentioned tattoos of his blueprints (like the rocket), I think that's a super cool idea. The BPs of something like his rocket, or a mono-bot, or the pods (was that him?) or his air purifiers (i think that would be his best/most important invention, reversing some of the damage he did). Something that size would need to be on the back or sides, or maybe thigh. I kinda like the rib area for him? I feel like he actually wouldn't get many tattoos, now that he doesn't need to prove himself via his looks.

Sonia: I don't think she'd get a cute little crown in the main timeline, she might in a more kind, modern AU tho. I think she might get her country's crest or the outline of the land itself somewhere, specifically comething to represent the country and not her status. She loves her pepole, not her position. Either like the shoulderblade or right on the solar plexus (crest). Sonia wouldn't stop at one, though, and I can see her having a whole sleeve based off some dark media.

Akane: as always, she's a tough one! My first thought is she'd totally have the equivalent of (very common here) zodiac lineup of her family, like up her arm maybe. Idt that's a thing everywhere, though. HMMMMM. I think she might get like... a surprisingly poignant single word or phrase, on the inside of her upper arm maybe. Something motivating to herself that no one else needs to understand, in a place she can easily see. And people would be like "omg does it mean this and that and this" and she's like oh nah it's just something a friend said to me. And does not elaborate. But idt she'd be too into tattoos in general, she's not really appearance-conscious in that way.

Hajime: I don't think Hajime would get a tattoo because he can't stand the process. In a different universe where he did, I think he'd get something for Chiaki, like that spaceship hairpin or a small string of code. Besides that, in a world where everything happened as it did, a stop-crosshair combo. Maybe also at the back of the neck? Beyond all that.....and now I speak selfishly and not with regard to character..... I would like it if he had a sunflower along his spine maybe. Just because it would make me happy personally.

[bumblebecc]

i saw your post on your feed and i had to break out of my anon identity to piggyback off what the other anon said.

since mel is your favourite character, do you have any general hc’s for her? and also hc’s of her with other ppl and how she’s viewed to others?

love your blog btw! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Awww thank you!!! And thanks for your q, any excuse to talk about Mel honestly :D

To me, Mel is a classic case of elder daughter syndrome—even if she’s twins with Becca. She’s had so much responsibility dumped on her since she was a kid. I can imagine tiny Mel in a pink tutu being told sternly after Becca wandered off that she has to look out for her sister, because no one else will. Of course, she internalized this, so when her mother passed when she was a young adult, she took it in stride. She’s the Strong One, she’s the Head of their tiny family, and she will take of Becca no matter what.

Because of that, I can totally see her being a late bloomer. Her first kiss was at twenty one, or even later. She definitely had relationships in my opinion, sexual and romantic, but she could never truly give them her full attention and so they always faded. I also think of her as lowkey a heartbreaker—I see many people having crushes on her but of course, she’s oblivious since social cues and indirect flirting are hard for her to interpret. She’s also very direct when she likes someone. She doesn’t really flirt so much as say “Hey, I like you.” That’s usually followed up with a request for distance because she doesn’t want to develop any deeper feelings since she doesn’t have time for anything serious.

Until Frank.

With Frank, she can’t lose him. He’s her friend, her coworker, and as their relationship deepens, he becomes part of her life. And she doesn’t want to risk their friendship going away forever. So she tries her best to put those feelings to the side… not so successfully.

How others perceive her? I can so see her being an incredible competent teacher to arriving med students with how she handled PittFest. New med students flock to calm, capable, and very sweet Dr. King—“call me Mel!” She doesn’t make them scrape and bow to her like some specialty rotations (*cough* surgery) do. She treats them with respect. I do think some might perceive her as a harmless little bunny or otherwise unserious because she’s “””too nice””” but those assumptions usually fade after seeing her methodically slice open an abdomen.

Once she hits PGY-3, she really hits her stride. Nurses would like her because she listens to them during differentials and doesn’t shove unnecessary work on them. A few RNs and medical assistants might think she’s self involved or rude if they don’t realize she’s neurodivergent—she struggles with remembering names and she definitely gets Walsch confused with a different surgical resident at least three times.

I see Whitaker really admiring Mel after working with her for a while. Her quiet strength and confidence, and also he’s surprised by her excellent coping skills—she shares an earbud with him after a particularly bad pediatric trauma and they just calm down together.

Mohan and Mel already have a great rapport in the show. They value each other’s professional opinions and I can see Samira growing more confident as Mel casually, thoughtlessly tells Samira that she does great work. I also see them getting tea at a cafe together and complaining about hospital admin nonsense!!

Anyways this is long but I love love love Mel King! She is a princess and I want to bake her a cake and make her a cup of tea and join a book club with her.

[bbatcat-09]

DISCLAIMER: 🗣️ THIS POST IS MEANT IN A FRIENDLY, ANALYTICAL WAY. I DONT WANT TO START DRAMA, I AM PROVIDING MY OPINION 🗣️

I’ve been seeing a lot of support for Mark/Clarissa recently (which is good and nice! I love diversity in opinions!), but occasionally it does come off as bashing Amanda/Clarissa (I’m sure this isn’t intentional though, you’re all lovely people <3) and I’m here to defend my OTP :) Essay under cut, with a TLDR at the end before the conclusion, in bold.

Clamanda, as a ship,is heavily dependent on context.

Firstly, due to the nature of the media, we get very little idea of Clarissa’s true thoughts and feelings. In my opinion, I see her experiencing heavy comphet; her mom is slowly dying, and says, “I’m not long for this world, honey. That’s why I’m so excited to see you get married.” I also hc that she lives in a fairly Christian area. The local priest is obviously Father Petrovsky and I mean. Uh. Nothing against him but also I’m like 75% sure he’d be against gay marriage (despite being played by Sam, who would certainly play him as accepting because he’s him, despite it being kinda out of character for Petrovsky) Also everything against him because have you HEARD the guy?! He’s like genuinely the world’s least empathetic priest, except all those megachurch fucks…

But I digress. My point is, small community = pressure to conform.

Secondly, Clarissa’s marriage to Mark is NOT a healthy one, nor is it done at a good point in their relationship. It’s a spur-of-the-moment, one-sided thing, which marriage should not be. Hell, Mark doesn’t even know he’s getting married until the day of! It was a legal process that served the purpose of an apology.

They promised to change, but marrying someone before any evidence* of change isn’t… a fab idea…

*I know she displays some evidence of being willing to change, but the fact is that the play takes place over maaaybe a week, MAXIMUM. That motivation could be gone within the month.That’s not to say I think it will be! I do truly believe she will make an effort, but will Mark do the same? He (understandably) never seems to fully forgive her on stage. (She took a call!! As he was proposing!! What the fuck?!?!! Maybe she was hoping it was Amanda…)

My third point is a HC that Clarissa and Amanda dated once when they were like early 20s, late teens maybe, and they truly were in love, but they had a sleepover once, got drunk, had sex, and when Clarissa woke up in the morning she was overwhelmed with guilt and regret and they broke up, and Amanda was very understanding. (This may or may not be the plot of my 20k choose your own adventure fanfic which is in progress, watch this space). They broke up on good terms, stayed friends, and maybe Mark and Clarissa got together out of convenience and societal expectations.

TLDR; 2 headcanons are stated, along with an analysis of the plot. The first HC is regarding Clarissa’s comphet, as inferred by OP from the source material. The analysis addresses the spur-of-the-moment marriage, and the implications. The second HC is that Clarissa and Amanda slept together once and Clarissa felt incredibly guilty (tying into the idea of Comphet).

Now, I understand that the play ending with Clarissa breaking up with Mark and marrying/getting together with Amanda would be a worse end. That would be one of the most selfish things Clarissa could have done. However, i do believe she and Amanda CAN work, without absolutely just screwing over Mark. I have a lot to say about him and Clarissa’s rocky relationship, but that’s for another post.

All of this is to say, the CONTEXT is most important for a ship like this to work:

- On one hand, Amanda and Clarissa get together right before the marriage and Mark… what, is left at the altar he was invited to? Oh my god that poor guy.

- On the other, Clarissa tells Mark, significantly after all the events of the play transpire, that she has realised she’s a lesbian. She treats him with compassion, and helps him get help for his own trauma. For several months, at the VERY LEAST, they can stay close (both geographically and emotionally), even when Clarissa starts dating Amanda. Especially when Clarissa starts dating Amanda.

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Okay. I’m not sure how much this makes sense, I just wanted to get it out there. I love Clarissa/Amanda as a ship so much because of its complexity. Oh they make me sick. Okay bye hope you enjoyed the post please don’t be mean to me xoxo

PS: if you liked this post go look at @beiyuanism’s awesome take in the rbs! They wrote some original takes masterfully, added some more depth to some of my points in a way that I struggled to, and just oh my goodness gracious it’s brilliant.

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The Spark and the Fade Finale

A short post series about fleeting inspiration, false starts, and learning to love the creative sparks—even when they don’t catch fire.

The Spark Still Counts

I used to think that if I didn’t follow through, I’d failed. That an idea only mattered if it turned into something useful or visible or done. After deeply thinking about this for the last couple of weeks I'm not sure I believe that anymore.

The sparks are still real.

The sparks count.

Some of my best thinking happens in those little bursts. Some of my truest desires only speak up when the world is quiet enough to let them. Even if the plans dissolve by lunchtime, the part of me that dreamed them up is still worthy of being heard.

And this also isn’t just about me anymore.

I see that same spark-chasing instinct in one of my sons. He’ll fall completely in love with a game, a card collection, a series, or a sport—build a whole world around it—and then, just like that, the spark is gone. For a while, I nudged him to stick with things. But now that I’m beginning to understand this tendency in myself, I can’t begrudge it in him.He’s cut from my cloth, after all.

His brother is different. He’s been hyper-focused on one topic since he was a toddler. At almost seventeen, I can actually see that focus turning into a possible career. Lucky guy.

Different brains have different rhythms.

I’m learning that the spark-chasers aren’t lost or scattered or unreliable—we’re just wired to light up in bursts.

And those bursts are still real. Still valuable. Still us.

If you’re like me, I hope you can let yourself off the hook.

The spark is not a contract.

It’s not a promise.

It’s a hello.

A reminder.

A glimpse of what makes you, you.

And sometimes, that’s more than enough.

Reflection Questions:

• Which parts of your creative rhythm have you tried to judge or “fix”?

• What might change if you trusted your sparks—even if they don’t stick around?

Note to Future Me

Hey Christa, If you’re back here reading this again, I’m guessing you’ve just had another spark—that flicker of brilliance or clarity or obsession that lit you up and made everything feel possible for about two hours… and now you’re wondering where it went.

Maybe you’re annoyed with yourself.

Maybe you’ve got another list, another abandoned doc, another screenshot of a life you thought you were about to live.

And maybe you’re feeling that old shame creeping in:

Why don’t I follow through?

Why do I keep doing this?

Pause.

Breathe.

You’re not broken.

You’re just a spark-chaser. That’s not a flaw—it’s part of what makes you vibrant and alive and curious and you.

Not every idea has to turn into something. Not every impulse has to lead somewhere. You’re allowed to love the moment when the lightbulb went off—even if the bulb flickered out by lunch.

So here’s your reminder, written by past-you when the air was clear:

The spark still counts.

It wasn’t wasted.

And neither are you.

Source: The Spark and the Fade Finale

[moe-broey]

Brain still soup but like. I think making one or both (or more!) characters involved in relationships with each other aromantic makes the dynamic soooooo much more compelling. Because if you remove romance as a motivator, you really get down to the nitty-gritty as to WHY that character is seeking out/involved in those relationships in the first place. Whether that relationship involves romantic factors or is more of a queer platonic thing. Much to think about....

[orbitfalls]

narcissa patronus contemplations today

[pearlpool]

:/

[waywardsalt]

Have you ever thought about how Linebeck describes Jolene as "crazier than a rabid squid"- only to then be possessed by a literal rabid squid later in the game?

Cause I sure have- especially after seeing a lot of your BellumxLinebeck stuff

mmmmghmm im gonna be honest i haven't thought about it much at all

linking it to my bellum x linebeck thoughts, im not too sure what to make of it in context with my other linebeck notes and w/e

there's also my idea that linebeck has a special interested in shellfish and by extension squids, and the idea of him having a weird thing for bellum, and just... enjoying sealife, and it's kinda of...

he compares her to a rabid squid to link in order to i think... offer a shorthand explanation of what she's like, and i think it (with some other stuff) is kinda just another little peek into how he might feel abt her?

i mean he also compares link to a dog in that one letter? i'm not sure where im going with that one. i dont think linebeck particularly likes dogs

i'm not sure abt the link between that and him getting possessed, jolene is kind of just... there a lot of the time and doesn't really do anything except 1) show that linebeck has enemies and 2) show that people know about link's quest by the end, linebeck generally references sea creatures a few times in ph

relating to bellum x linebeck, i dont see him comparing jolene to a squid an indicator of anything in relation to that, with linebeck having a thing for bellum its more of like. there's a lot of complicated ideas i have with what goes on between them during bellumbeck and bellum being a squid thing is more linebeck having a bit of a monsterfucker streak and having a bit of a thing for like. being tied up. as for literal squids he kinda just likes them as food and to dissect and learn about

like i think 'rabid squid' is more like linebeck just tossing out some derogatory shorthand to explain how he thinks of jolene as some fucking. violent annoyance he has to deal with that he doesn't fully understand

tbh i see the comparison but imo it comes down to a difference in characters and interactions and histories, there is the rabid squid thing (and i think in the manga too theres a vague parallel drawn ig) but im not. sure. what there is there just beyond. linebeck talks about sea creatures and wants to get the fuck away from jolene

i'm not entirely certain what you've been thinking about with that comparison, but i haven't been thinking much about it and it's kinda. eh ig???? its something

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The Spark and the Fade Finale

A short post series about fleeting inspiration, false starts, and learning to love the creative sparks—even when they don’t catch fire.

The Spark Still Counts

I used to think that if I didn’t follow through, I’d failed. That an idea only mattered if it turned into something useful or visible or done. After deeply thinking about this for the last couple of weeks I'm not sure I believe that anymore.

The sparks are still real.

The sparks count.

Some of my best thinking happens in those little bursts. Some of my truest desires only speak up when the world is quiet enough to let them. Even if the plans dissolve by lunchtime, the part of me that dreamed them up is still worthy of being heard.

And this also isn’t just about me anymore.

I see that same spark-chasing instinct in one of my sons. He’ll fall completely in love with a game, a card collection, a series, or a sport—build a whole world around it—and then, just like that, the spark is gone. For a while, I nudged him to stick with things. But now that I’m beginning to understand this tendency in myself, I can’t begrudge it in him.He’s cut from my cloth, after all.

His brother is different. He’s been hyper-focused on one topic since he was a toddler. At almost seventeen, I can actually see that focus turning into a possible career. Lucky guy.

Different brains have different rhythms.

I’m learning that the spark-chasers aren’t lost or scattered or unreliable—we’re just wired to light up in bursts.

And those bursts are still real. Still valuable. Still us.

If you’re like me, I hope you can let yourself off the hook.

The spark is not a contract.

It’s not a promise.

It’s a hello.

A reminder.

A glimpse of what makes you, you.

And sometimes, that’s more than enough.

Reflection Questions:

• Which parts of your creative rhythm have you tried to judge or “fix”?

• What might change if you trusted your sparks—even if they don’t stick around?

Note to Future Me

Hey Christa, If you’re back here reading this again, I’m guessing you’ve just had another spark—that flicker of brilliance or clarity or obsession that lit you up and made everything feel possible for about two hours… and now you’re wondering where it went.

Maybe you’re annoyed with yourself.

Maybe you’ve got another list, another abandoned doc, another screenshot of a life you thought you were about to live.

And maybe you’re feeling that old shame creeping in:

Why don’t I follow through?

Why do I keep doing this?

Pause.

Breathe.

You’re not broken.

You’re just a spark-chaser. That’s not a flaw—it’s part of what makes you vibrant and alive and curious and you.

Not every idea has to turn into something. Not every impulse has to lead somewhere. You’re allowed to love the moment when the lightbulb went off—even if the bulb flickered out by lunch.

So here’s your reminder, written by past-you when the air was clear:

The spark still counts.

It wasn’t wasted.

And neither are you.

Source: The Spark and the Fade Finale

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A not-yet-explored but objectively hilarious aspect of Ehuang's existence is that now the Beifongs and the Red Lotus share a grandchild and you just KNOW family dinners were An Ordeal every single fucking time

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WOY's writing team sat together and collaborated on ideas for episodes to make. Plus, the whole main story arc, aka The Dominator Arc, had been mapped out by Craig McCracken before they even got working on the individual S2 episodes and how they'd go down. Like you said, the show makes it super clear that Dominator is completely irredeemable... which is why never in a million years would Craig have approved the creation of an episode that would serve to plant the seeds for her redemption. The Night Out did not exist for that purpose. It shows us that she's lonely, which informs us of the reason why she targets the mains so methodically and keeps coming back to torment them again and again instead of just killing them outright whenever she has the chance. Her loneliness and need for socialization is what fuels her M.O. for evildoing. It doesn't make her sympathetic (far from it because her loneliness is self-infliced), it just arguably makes her even more of a sadist! She keeps people around just to play around with ways to break them further than she already has or has already attempted.

The Night Out is the first time we really get to see this clearly laid out in front of us. The way the episode ends also makes it crystal clear that her awfulness is what CAUSES her loneliness. Sylvia's friendship doesn't make her reconsider being a bad guy, doesn't dig up some iota of good in her that makes her open up to a change of heart. She just isn't good in the depths of her heart; she's an asshole who LIKES being an asshole and that's what makes her first and only friendship fall apart. The destroyer is alone because destroying everything you ever come across, including people and every relationship you could ever have, naturally leaves you like that. Alone.

And the heartfelt moment she has on the rooftops with Sylvia before they get caught by those biker goons? It is signficant and it does look like it makes her open to changing her ways since she does something in that scene that contrasts her typical behavior pretty strongly: she looks at the gorgeous view of the planets before her and actually appreciates them. Or, well, she more or less hesitantly agrees with Sylvia's appreciation of it being an incredible sight. But does that mean that there's something of a good person deep down inside of her? Her, the person whose greatest passion in life is demolishing the hopes and homes of every innocent life (and then sometimes also taking those innocent lives) she comes across? No! All that scene tells us is that she has the capacity to appreciate something other than death and destruction. It doesn't really imply that she could come to appreciate other things more than her passion for her evildoing, and the scene that comes right after it arguably tells us that she could never! At the very best, it conveys that the capacity to change is within her, but that's true of any well-written character because a well-written charcter will feel alive, and anything that's alive IS capable of change. The most important thing we're meant to take away from that scene on the rooftops is that it shows us that she could be different, even if only the slightest bit different, so that the rest of the episode (and the rest of the entire season) can really drive home that she decidedly WON'T.

Lord Dominator was not out of character in The Night Out, the crew has stated before that it's an important episode for fleshing out her character, nor did The Night Out deviate from the planned story arc for S2.

So in one Wander Over Yonder episode, it attempted to redeem Lord Dominator. Now if you watched the show, you know why that's a horrible idea. While I love Lord Dominator, she should not be redeemed. Since she said that she outright only destroys planets and commits genocide for fun, and has no interest in being redeemed in her villian song "I'm the bad guy" (Banger song btw) and then I found out that the episode was written by Nate Stevenson and I immediately though "Oh, yeah, that makes sense." Since he is obsessed with redeeming villians, even though Lord Dominator has no sad backstory and literally only does these things for fun. She didn't get redeemed, THANK GOD! But it was certainly meant to plant the seeds for her redemption, but she didn't actually get redeemed

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Date Everything Housemates x Reader

Jealous HCs

[Hi there! This is the first thing for Date Everything that I have written. That's to say, I'm still getting a hang of these characters, so some things might be a bit off. Tone is in line with the game- nothing overtly sexual, but innuendos here and there. Nothing that should have to be tagged, just having some fun getting to know the characters :)]

Jerry- The thing that gets him jealous is seeing you talk to Cam. It’s not that there’s really a rivalry between the two of them, at least not from Cam’s view. It’s just that Jerry has seen one too many things that could have been or already in his collection head Cam’s way. He’s been able to work on the frustration and anxiety that happened when something moved along (even if it still wasn’t one his favorite ordeals), and was actually starting to be a bit more accepting of the whole thing. After all, even though there was a pretty large personality difference, the both of them still had the common hobby of collecting forgotten, discarded things; who was he to deny another person that?

Well, that was until he saw the two of you talking. While he couldn’t quite place why, seeing you both being so casual with each other sent that same anxious chill down his spine. This soured his mood, and many of the others that lived by him picked up on it. They were all torn between checking on him and letting him vent things out in his own way, and decided on the latter seeing as they didn’t know what was bothering him.

He wouldn’t totally ignore you if you talked to him soon after, however, he would only give short, mostly one word answers. It’s not that he’s really mad at you or anything, he just knows he’s in a bad mood and doesn’t want to say much so he doesn’t accidentally snap at you and make you feel like he is. After you’re able to get him to talk with you about it, he’ll apologize (even if he didn’t really do anything too bad), and feel a bit better that he wasn’t going to lose you. He also wouldn’t mind if you were getting close with some of the others around the house, but feels a lot more assured if the two of you do check-in’s with each other to make sure you were both still doing alright.

Betty- She gets more of a worried jealous than a frustrated one. It wasn’t something that she even considered herself capable of as she’s a very laid back person. What happened to set it off for her was something pretty simple too.

You had been watching a movie and fell asleep on the couch. Beth had sat there for a good bit of the night wondering where you were. That made he start to worry that you were upset with her, or that she wasn’t good enough for you. It’s more of a situation of her being jealous of an imagined, better self than any other person or time and attention you were receiving from the others. The whole thing is mostly fueled from worry.

When the morning rolls around and she found out what happened, she would feel rather silly about it. Still, she can’t help herself from overthinking the whole situation the rest of the day. All it would really take to calm her is for you to sleep next to her again. She knows you would never do anything to hurt her, and sometimes she just has to remind herself that she is good enough for anyone, including herself.

Errol- He saw you. He saw you at the other counter. Heating something to eat… not with him, but with that loud-mouth Luke! Why would you do such a thing? Why- after all you both had learned from each other? Did you like you meals half heated? Did you want the textural experience of eating a hot sponge?

Why do such a thing to yourself- to him?! Oh, what he would give to save you from this unfortunate choice! To have you here, with him, receiving hot, perfect food from him! To have you feel a rush of heated air as you firmly shook his basket! Perhaps, leave him feeling at least a bit filthy with the… grease… oh, the vile grease!

He thinks he’s being sly about the whole thing, and while Luke and yourself are too busy doing your own thing to really notice, that is not the case for the rest of the kitchen. Everyone does their best to ignore the palpable bitterness in the air, but, boy is that difficult with how intense it is. The air wasn’t just thick, it was gelatin.

Scandalabra- Oh, he would be soooo bitchy about it. Is one of those people that’s like, “You know what you did.” When there is little to no way for you know what you did.

After a bit of digging, or rather, mining through your thoughts, you arrived on a set of fake, battery powered candles that you had bought the other day. It wasn’t something you were even too focused on when you bought them. All you knew is that they were on sale for super cheap, and that you were going to use them to decorate somewhere. Seeing as they were electric powered lights, Lux was the one using them (not that it was their favorite outlet.)

While Scandalabra is usually self-assured enough that he couldn’t care what anyone else thinks about him (at least as far as personality goes), this was something that he saw as an open threat. Not, from you, oddly enough. Poor Lux is just confused at the death stares they had been getting in droves.

He sees this as the influencer trying to turn you against him. And, with a mockery of something so closely related to his person! A candle made of plastic! Oh, perish the thought!

This one can be a bit tricky to handle. There will be a decent amount of time where he will be as cold as the silver of his candlestick, however, once he finally gets convinced that he had nothing to be jealous of he would be as pliable as warm wax in your hands. It’s an action that’s a strange mix of needing reassurance and his way of non-verbally apologizing. He’s been worried about how much you care about him; play with his hair and call him pretty!

It seems that even though you two are working things out, he’s still got some major jealousy to deal with.

Sophia- Firmly believe she is one of the most emotionally mature people in the house. So, when she does see you with someone who's trying to get a bit too involved, she can at least admit that she is jealous. That's the first step to fixing things after all.

Will talk to you about it. Just talk, nothing else. Her lifestyle is all about role playing and control with consent. She would never take actual negative feelings into what you guys do. She'll make sure you're both good before doing anything.

That being said, if you are both good, then she has no problem using how she felt as inspiration for your next night together.

Luke- Lunch time! And, he knows you got pizza bagels just for the occasion! Oh, you're... getting a baking pan out? That might not fit, and he also doesn't think you're supposed to metal with him. But, what the hell! He'll try anything at least once!

You... You're going to Stefan? Wha- what do you mean!? Yeah, sure, the box might have oven instructions, but- but who ever hear of cooking pizza bagels in a not-microwave oven!

He's got very big emotions, and that goes both ways of the spectrum. When he's grouchy, that's all he feels. But, once you talk to him again he's immediately an emotional mess!

He thought you were never going to use his microwave again! Please! You and pre-cooked, frozen food are all he has!

Gets flustered when you sort things out with him. Jealous? What do you mean? He was just worried you were jealous. Yup, and that's why he acted like he was, so you could feel like you weren't alone. Totally, what happened.

Keith- Seems like you lost the key to that padlock. Perhaps he could be-

Bobby Pinn. You just opened it with the help of... Bobby Pinn.

He would try to hide it by feigning concern. Not that it's his business, but knowing how to pick a lock in such a way can mean you've been making some rather questionable choices.

Being a skeleton key, that's like the pot calling the kettle black.

Honestly, he's an odd case where he's just frustrated, but when he does let himself feel anger (in a healthy way) it helps him work it out of his system, and things are back to normal.

If you want to fast track the emotional spectrum and have him feel better more quickly, ask him if there's anything he would like to open up about.

Did you just use his own line against him?! Wait, you did you just use his own line against him? You did? That was actually pretty clever- dare he say interesting. Not many people ask a key of all things to open up. Alright then, perhaps the two of you should talk.

Kristof- Hey, there. He couldn't help but notice you have been walking aimlessly around the house. If you were wanting to take a walk and not go anywhere, there happens to be a perfectly good treadmill right here.

You know, instead of wandering around and trying to find something to do, you could be walking with him. It's not that he doubts himself or thinks you would betray his trust in anyway, but you did seem to be very popular with many people here.

True, he could rip most of them apart with his bare hands, and even the ones he couldn't he would try his damnedest, but he knows that wouldn't really fix things; even if that was difficult for him to accept.

Gets jealous easily, but also gets over it easily. If you spend even a tiny amount of time with him he's almost forgotten that he was jealous in the first place. Though, you can always tell he has been recently because those bear hugs of his are even tighter than usual- something you didn't think was possible until you experienced it.

Lux- They are basically having an existential crisis about it. They don't get jealous of other people! People get jealous of them!

Yet, here they are, looking at you hanging out with the Hanks, and it's making their blood boil. They are absolutely not above using their platform to do hit pieces on whoever they're jealous of. They know how to do it in a way that it hits their target, but they still have enough plausible deniability if questioned about it.

In this case they would sneak something into a middle of a stream like, "Ugh, someone's playing... Idk.. something nearby. I don't know what it is other than loud. Because, like, sports are cringe. Massive L. Anyways-"

Not that you want to start anything in public, but if you comment something like, "Lux..." They just go, "Hi, sweetie! Love you!" They know this is going to get them in trouble, but at the moment they're feeling a bit too spicy to care.

Once you talk about it in private they will flutter their lashes over those big, doe eyes and apologize. Don't let them get away with it. Be persistent until you both come to an understanding and you get an actual apology. That way you can both figure out ways to keep each other comfortable when you're talking with other people. Not in a controlling way, just in a boundaries setting way.

Dorian- He gets jealous of... himself. You had been talking with his Trap Dorian self the most lately. He knew- he knew- you weren't vain enough to only want to interact with people who would flirt with you. But, the worry would still be chewing at him.

When he decides the healthiest thing to do was talk to you about it, you were mortified. You explained that there was a flooding scare in the crawlspace, and you simply talked to Trap Dorian because he was one of the closest doors by where you were checking.

Well, now he's mortified too. He hates making people feel bad for not reason, and he totally misunderstood what was happening. That leads to the both of you fidgeting and stumbling over each other's sentences as you both try to cover the situation.

The rest of the house is watching with popcorn.

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"We both wear masks to hide the thing beneath. But I'm honest about mine." So uh... while datamining I realized there were an absurd amount of similarities between Hellen and the "Shade" type of enemies?

[my batshit headcannon/theory about Hellen's "curse" below do NOT take me seriously i'm just having fun]

SO: Hellen's mechanics all reside in stalking, causing mass panic and confusion, and just about trying to kill everything instantly. She's plagued with insomnia, and an insatiable bloodlust. Girl eats souls. She's become a mirrored version of her pre-visitor self, essentially. Going from nurturing life through gardening, to cutting down anything in her path, and leaving the land absolutely empty. What other type of enemy shares this narrative motif, both visibly and mechanically? Who appears when you, the player, are low on sleep and stressed to hell and back? The Shades. Look at these fuckers and tell me they don't look familiar

While the red eyes are common amongst shades, they're not mandatory.

And now, Hellen's unmasking animation sequence.

The eyes are completely detached from anything resembling a skull. Like they're just floating behind the skin of her face. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In their combat abilities, they have a few similarities as well. Single Target/AOE Life Drain (Soul Drain/Feast vs. Life Drain) Mass Confusion/Debuffing (Unmask vs. Shadow Dance/Curse) Shades typically have an attack ranging from 20-40, going up the further you go down into the apartment complex. They have some of the highest attack stats in the game. Not to mention their incredible agility and luck stats making them very hard to land a hit on. They can have the same attack power as the final boss of the damn game, and out-speed it easily. To put it succinctly; they're murder machines. Hellen also has the highest HP and Attack stats out of any companion. Capping out at a whopping 356 and 14 without any modifiers.

Her attack multipliers also get ridiculous on paper. [Note: a.isStateAffected(67) is the ID for the "stalk" status effect] [a.level I presume is just raw attack stat, without the weapon modifier.] [a.atk is melee damage w/ the weapon modifier.]

This is Unmask's buff. The left formula is stalk damage, the second is normal attack. A goddamn x5 multiplier.

This is Stab's formula. Left again being stalk damage, right being normal. Her current attack multiplied by 2, then with 10 added to it, and dividing the enemy's defense by 2. What the fuck.

And this is Massacre. Again, dividing the enemy's defense in half w/ stalk.

Not to mention the increased crit chance she gets on stalked targets. This woman's built to set up kills in one shot. Buy yourself octocook, equip the sewer dagger, proc an acid burn, and let this woman go to town mowing down everything in her path. Seriously, it's fun. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[More into HC territory here] Hellen also hurts herself with her later game abilities. Attacking, healing others, and restoring her own stamina. As if her own physical self wasn't all that important to her in comparison to her companion's survival. Grim Harvest, Grafting, and Pruning respectively. All with naming conventions tied to her hobby. The Debuff she gains after successfully landing her more potent attacks, Fallow Will, also shares in the overall "harvesting" motif. To Fallow a field in crop rotation, is to let the soil rest between harvests. The visitor has completely taken her identity, her passions, her sense of self, and reversed it. How convenient then, that every Shade speaks in reverse as well. Unable to be seen in the light, as any room you enter with one present limits and darkens your sight severely. And now for more of a character analysis that ties in with the nonsense I've just spewed. Her dialogue with other characters implies the nature of her curse is almost like a kind of rot that's taken root in her heart, twisting her identity into something she isn't, and that it keeps her from sleeping. She's plagued with very vivid thoughts of committing brutal acts as well. [Papineau, Audrey, (stream comment I think?), and Hellen's very vivid description of killing the visitor.] Long-term sleep deprivation can have some devastating affects on people. Impaired thought, difficulty speaking, difficulty focusing, impairing your perception of time to be slower than it actually is, and hallucinations. Hellen's dialogue tends to be verrry brusque. She rarely EVER uses conjunctions, and has virtually no commas present. Every sentence is almost an individual thought. She replies only to the prompt given, and elaborates on nothing else. She has the lowest agility out of any companion, starting at a measly 8 when you first recruit her. She has a handful of interactions with other companions that just have her giving simple "Hms" and "Mhmms" in response. I don't think this is her showing disinterest, but possibly an inability to focus due to her sleep deprivation. She wants to remain polite, show that she's trying to listen, but isn't engaging with the other person verbally. [Ernest, Morton] But is Hellen's inability to sleep insomnia, or something else? Because, AFAIK, she's still affected by the sleep status effect. Perhaps she simply has trouble falling asleep on her own, or perhaps Something could be keeping her up? Being able to deal out death so easily, but denied sleep. (Which is a fun narrative to think about imo. I love you, mythology references.) What does that bloodlust sound like to her. Is it just an instinct to harm, or a dialogue? Is it something else entirely? God I hope I can figure out where the dialogue is stored so I can dig up more stuff because trying to find every little thing is difficult.

Anyways, I'm tired. I'll add more thoughts/explanations later if asked. I've been staring at this post for a whole hour, and my thoughts are incredibly disjointed about this. I'm cooked.

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The Spark and the Fade Finale

A short post series about fleeting inspiration, false starts, and learning to love the creative sparks—even when they don’t catch fire.

The Spark Still Counts

I used to think that if I didn’t follow through, I’d failed. That an idea only mattered if it turned into something useful or visible or done. After deeply thinking about this for the last couple of weeks I'm not sure I believe that anymore.

The sparks are still real.

The sparks count.

Some of my best thinking happens in those little bursts. Some of my truest desires only speak up when the world is quiet enough to let them. Even if the plans dissolve by lunchtime, the part of me that dreamed them up is still worthy of being heard.

And this also isn’t just about me anymore.

I see that same spark-chasing instinct in one of my sons. He’ll fall completely in love with a game, a card collection, a series, or a sport—build a whole world around it—and then, just like that, the spark is gone. For a while, I nudged him to stick with things. But now that I’m beginning to understand this tendency in myself, I can’t begrudge it in him.He’s cut from my cloth, after all.

His brother is different. He’s been hyper-focused on one topic since he was a toddler. At almost seventeen, I can actually see that focus turning into a possible career. Lucky guy.

Different brains have different rhythms.

I’m learning that the spark-chasers aren’t lost or scattered or unreliable—we’re just wired to light up in bursts.

And those bursts are still real. Still valuable. Still us.

If you’re like me, I hope you can let yourself off the hook.

The spark is not a contract.

It’s not a promise.

It’s a hello.

A reminder.

A glimpse of what makes you, you.

And sometimes, that’s more than enough.

Reflection Questions:

• Which parts of your creative rhythm have you tried to judge or “fix”?

• What might change if you trusted your sparks—even if they don’t stick around?

Note to Future Me

Hey Christa, If you’re back here reading this again, I’m guessing you’ve just had another spark—that flicker of brilliance or clarity or obsession that lit you up and made everything feel possible for about two hours… and now you’re wondering where it went.

Maybe you’re annoyed with yourself.

Maybe you’ve got another list, another abandoned doc, another screenshot of a life you thought you were about to live.

And maybe you’re feeling that old shame creeping in:

Why don’t I follow through?

Why do I keep doing this?

Pause.

Breathe.

You’re not broken.

You’re just a spark-chaser. That’s not a flaw—it’s part of what makes you vibrant and alive and curious and you.

Not every idea has to turn into something. Not every impulse has to lead somewhere. You’re allowed to love the moment when the lightbulb went off—even if the bulb flickered out by lunch.

So here’s your reminder, written by past-you when the air was clear:

The spark still counts.

It wasn’t wasted.

And neither are you.

Source: The Spark and the Fade Finale

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Hii! I've seen some Pregnancy scenario with LaD's men, but I have this HC-- personally for Sylus. That when fem!reader got pregnant, he didn't really understand how the Pregnancy hormones work, until he experienced one and he got confused how he should act or react because it's feels like he's walking on landime, one wrong move/word, she'd throwing tantrum or being sulky at him

I've heard from my Friend who got pregnant before, when she craving something and her Husband showing any form that he can't fulfill what she's craves, she felt her heart broken, and she'd sulk and acted as if he just cheated on her. The problem is, she always craved something that didn't even exist at that moment😂, she's craving certain type of Mango while it's not even that Mango season, so nobody selling it. He literally being desperate to negotiate with her cravings

So... Can I request a scenario smiliar like that? It doesn't have to be mango, or any foods. Just... how Pregnancy hormones or Cravings could make Sylus got frustated lol

Aaaaa anon this is adorable, thank you! We love making Sylus suffer in cute and harmless ways. He's always asking for trouble, so let's give him some! 😌💅

Something Sweet

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: Sylus knows how to get what he wants. Getting what you want might be a little more tricky...

Genre: fluff!

Warnings/Additional tags: female!reader, IMPLIED pregnant!reader (pregnancy not actually mentioned or described- just hormones being hormones ✌), established relationship, canon pet names, a lil bit of roleplay because Sylus refuses to leave his Mystic Adventure era

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

“Sy, d’you know what I’m craving right now?”

“Always, sweetie.” Sylus doesn’t look up from his book. “Not now, though. I’m tired.”

Morning sunlight streams through the gaps in your living room curtains, casting pale yellow shapes over the floor. A shard of it has been inching over the sofa towards Sylus, the sharp edge now grazing the side of his face. He shifts, ever so slightly, away from its touch. His eyes are open but heavy.

“No,” you scold, leaning forwards to swat at him with your book. “That’s not what I meant, you narcissist.”

He chuckles with his usual low timbre— his gaze still not lifting— and the sound is deeper for how close he is to sleep. He wants to give in to it, you can tell. When he turns a page, the movement is languid, soft. You’re losing him.

“Sy,” you say again, then with more of a whine: “Sylus.”

His eyes flutter closed as he draws in a deep breath. His hand raises, his fingers stretching to pull his reading glasses from his face. They’re set down on the arm of the chair beside him, along with the book, and he turns to you with a smile. “What are you craving, sweetie?”

You rest your book on your stomach. Your legs are stretched out over Sylus’s lap, and his hand finds one of your feet, massaging an ache from it as you begin your speech. “Do you remember that café we used to go to? The one we found when it started raining in the park that day? We didn’t think it was open, but then the owner knocked on the window and said we could—”

“Yeah?” His hand moves to your other foot.

“Well, they make these—”

“Macarons.”

“You remember?”

His smile widens like he remembers vividly. “Kitten, how could I forget? I’m still jealous of that sweet little treat. You’ve never made that face for me, and believe me—” he wiggles one of your toes— “I’ve tried.”

That had been one of the only times you’d truly caught him off-guard, back when your feelings for one another were unnamed and uncharted. The rain had been drumming against the café window, and you’d heaved Sylus’s damp coat from your shoulders— giggled at the raised eyebrow and the sarcastic ‘…thanks’ he’d given in turn. One hot drink later, you were lifting a pastel pink macaron to your lips, taking a delicate bite and failing to stifle a tiny, almost euphoric moan.

You remember realising yourself: blushing profusely and expecting some remark, some ridicule, but none ever came. Sylus’s eyes were wide, dark, fixed upon your still parted mouth.

After a few of the longest seconds of your life, he’d dragged the plate with the rest of the macarons away from you and muttered something about how you had better not do that again.

“They’re still the sweetest things I’ve ever tasted,” you tease now, just as you’d wrestled him for that plate back then, set on eating every last macaron.

He makes a hmph as he idly runs a finger over the part of your foot he knows is ticklish. His expression is distinctly grumpy, but it falters as you laugh and try to writhe away from him.

You’re quickly out of breath. “Sylus?”

“Mmm?”

He glances up at you and you smile sweetly, head tilting. “Please?”

His coat on a rainy day. The entire plate of macarons in the end; he’s never been very good at denying you anything. For the first time since you’d stirred him from his book, however, he appears genuinely regretful. “You’re forgetting something, sweetie,” he murmurs gently. “Why did we stop going to that café, hmm?”

You shrug.

“It closed, kitten,” he sighs. “Months ago.”

“What?”

Not only did you already know that— you actually visited the café on its final day. The owner was telling you stories: he was moving somewhere warmer, closer to family, and he needed all the funds he could get. Sylus had snuck an obscene amount of money into the man’s tip jar whilst you acted as a distraction. You both had fond memories of that place; it was nice to make one more.   

It's all coming back to you and you’re struck by a wave of nostalgia. You want to go back there. You can’t go back there. It doesn’t exist anymore, and you’ll never taste sweetness like that again.

Your mouth has gone dry.

“Sweetie?” Sylus prompts, because he notices you’re far away. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” your voice wobbles, “I just really wanted… I mean, I really needed one of those—”

“… Macarons?” he finishes for you.

You burst into tears, and one day, you’ll tally this as another time you took the man by surprise. His face drops instantly— lost, for a moment— before he slides your legs from his lap, allowing him to lean closer. “No, no, no,” he coos, “don’t cry, kitten, please. I didn’t mean to… well, I didn’t realise…”

He doesn’t know what to say, and he always knows what to say. He set you off with a single word and now he’s stuttering like sentences are all possible landmines. He tries his luck again, putting a foot forward: “Listen to me. I’ll go to the store. Would that be alright? Or perhaps there’s another café that could—”

You explode: sobbing even more viscerally. Your whole body shakes with it.

Sylus has frozen. He watches on helplessly as you cry, blabbering about the macarons you can’t have and the café you can’t return to. Across the room, even Mephisto has hunched down on his perch, though he issues a few, spirited squawks, maybe in solidarity with your breakdown, or maybe in protest of it.

It’s like a catalyst. You cry more: burying your face in your hands because what the hell is wrong with you? It’s not a big deal. It’s not a big deal, so why do you feel sick? And then there’s Sylus— your Sylus, devoted and adoring— and here you are, punishing him for something beyond his control.

You look up from your hands, desperate to apologise, but he’s gone. More shards of sunlight paint his empty seat and catch all that’s left of him: a few crow feathers, glistening like onyx. Mephisto is gone too, and the room is quiet, save for you snivelling and feeling sorry for yourself.

“Sylus?” you call out into the empty morning.

It isn’t his fault, not really. You wouldn’t want to be around you, either.

…

Something brushes over your cheek, and your tired eyes open.

The sun has ebbed back behind the curtains and the ceiling light has taken its place, casting artificial highlights over everything in reach: the coffee table, the closed-up flowers at its centre and a mug of tea that’s gone cold. Sylus is in front of you too, backlit and soft like a daydream, and he—

He left you.

“Sy?” you whisper warily, because the context is coming back to you slowly, piece by piece.

“Hey,” he coaxes, voice as honeyed as whatever’s turned the air sweet.

You blink, rubbing sleep from your eyes and relishing the warmth of his hand on your face. Then you slap his shoulder. “Hey, really? That’s all you’ve got— hey?”

He’s kneeling for you— on the floor, beside the couch— so you can meet his eyes. He settles his chin thoughtfully on the edge of the seat, his nose almost touching yours. “What would you prefer, sweetie?” His lips are close to yours too. “Good evening, my beloved? Greetings, my queen?”

“How about sorry?” you snap, because he isn’t cute and he isn’t charming.

He pouts. “Why sorry?”

“Because you left, Sylus!” You sit up straighter, and your phone tumbles out of your lap. Its screen is still lit-up from a few hours ago, showcasing a very one-sided conversation and a rant you never actually sent, because it’s still in the text box.

You vaguely recall writing it, so you try to snatch the phone from Sylus’s hand as he plucks it from the floor. He’s more alert than you. More co-ordinated. He keeps it out of your grasp as he reads the unsent message, an eyebrow raising.

It was a lot of things— colourful, creative— not entirely tasteful. “My, my, your highness,” he tuts, “so this is the treatment your valiant knight receives for undertaking your quest?”

“You’re not valiant,” you rebuke, and you manage to wrestle your phone from him. “You’re—”

“A heartless prick,” he finishes casually, quoting your message with a chuckle. He takes your free hand and kisses the back of it, refusing to let you pull away. “And whose fault is that, I wonder?”

“You can have your heart back.”

“Nope. You’re stuck with it, sweetie. With me, too. Now—” he sits back on his knees— “would you please ask me about my quest?”

The analogy is lost on you. You sit fully up, looking down at him. “What quest, oh valiant knight?”

His lips form a smirk; he just loves when you play along. “Close your eyes.”

You do— whether you’re queen or not. You hear him shifting aside, and then there’s a snap of his fingers. The air changes, warping like thick, liquid smoke, and you know he’s using his Evol. “Open,” he commands.

And there on the coffee table, freshly teleported, is a plate of macarons the colour of cherry blossoms. As if anticipating the comparison, Sylus pulls a handful of pink petals from his pocket and blows them up into the air so they can spiral down on the scene. He watches them. Then you. “Ta-da,” he proclaims, his tone dry but full of humour.

You’re prone to hyperbole nowadays, but this is without a doubt the best thing you have ever seen.

“Sylus,” you gasp in disbelief, “how did you—”

“It doesn’t matter,” he says; the story isn’t for today, and he’s very, very tired. A few weeks from now he’ll tell you about how he tracked down the contact information of the owner of the old café. How he spent an hour on the phone bargaining for a certain macaron recipe, and several more hours in the kitchen, trying to get them perfect. “Now, they might not be exactly the same, sweetie. But I did try to—”

You surge forwards, capturing his lips in a kiss. It’s so impulsive— so reckless— that you almost tumble down from the couch, but he catches you, steadies you, and your hand is gripping the soft of his hair as he kisses you back. Slowly, his mouth not leaving yours, he lifts you back into your seat.

“Easy, sweetie.” His voice is low as he pulls away, and though he turns his face from you, you can make out the blush on his cheeks. He settles back into his kneeling position on the floor. “I have one more surprise for you. Do try to control yourself.”

He retrieves a small, complete flower from his pocket, albeit one a little dreary from its journey. Sylus smiles triumphantly as he holds it out to you, and he was right; you do want to throw yourself at him. Instead, you take the flower and lean forwards, tucking it behind his ear before he can protest. He’d tilted closer to help you, and he sits back with an exasperated tsk when you’re done.

“It suits you,” you grin.

He yawns. “Everything does.”

You don’t want to get into trouble, so you shimmy to the very edge of your seat and carefully— showing tremendous restraint— reach out to take his face in your hands. “You’re amazing, Sy. Thank you for doing all of this for me, but…”

“But…?”

“I missed you. I like macarons, yeah,” you smile, “but I’d much rather have you.”

This time, he can’t hide his face and the way it goes pink, like the blossom behind his ear. His cheeks are warm beneath your palms. “You couldn’t have said that before I spent the whole day—”

His voice is strangled as you keel towards him— slow and deliberate— to thread your arms around him and pull him into a hug. He tenses for a moment, then wraps his arms around you too: holding you tightly, keeping you from falling any further. You can feel his hand stroking your back and he hums as you give him a gentle squeeze.

“Such a lovely moment, kitten,” he muses, your head on his shoulder. “I do hope it’s sincere, and not— say— an excuse for someone to get her paws on the macarons behind me.”

There’s another moment of quiet.

“Don’t be silly, Sy,” you retort, but your mouth is full, your cheeks are stuffed, and not a single word of it is intelligible.

[misayani]

DOPAMINE — G!P SQUID GAME WOMEN + COCKWARMING HCS

◜ featuring ... kang mi-na (player 196), no eul (guard 011), se-mi (player 380), jun-hee (player 222), young-mi (player 195), kang sae-byeok (s1 player 067)

𔗨 author's note — was supposed to write a cock analysis for each character but i got too shy and then realized that im kinda terrified of dicks. no hyun-ju :) [lowercase intended]

🧷 𝓜isa mentions — @joc3lynx @mymel1008 @justredsw @wlvlurvsfimmia @azansstuff @dvrk-hoon @yersang-dreams @keiradg01

warnings: nsfw [too many mentions of cocks (oops), public sex, exhibitionism, somno / free use, unnie + breeding kink, masochism + knives]

mi na —

𓏲๋࣭࣪˖ cockwarming shameless gf mi-na while on a karaoke date with your girl-friends ♡ [public sex]

- here's the thing, they all don't know you two are in a relationship

- so it's definitely not weird when mi-na asked you to sit on her lap because girl-friends do that !!!

- she's wearing a skirt, you're wearing a skirt .. need i say more?

- mi-na's always shifting you on her lap, solely to make you feel her boner underneath you

- she took the chance when your friends excused themselves to go to the bathroom

- she slipped her already hard cock from her panties and hiked your skirt up so that she can move your underwear aside and finally push it inside you 

- "m-mina they'll come back soon—"   "and? your skirt's covering everything so they won't see a thing."

- when your friends finally came back to the private karaoke room you all booked, party's resumed!

- little did they know, the both of you were having your own fun while they sing their hearts out

- luckily, the speaker was loud enough—too loud actually— to blur your moans out everytime mi-na bucks her hips up

- but other than that, she completely stays still the whole time, making you needy and desperate for any movement

- mi-na doesn't stop you though when you decide to take matters in your own hands and grind yourself on her dick

- she doesn't let you cum though, bc what's the point of cockwarming her then?

- you both stay like that for the entire evening—her whispering dirty things in your ear and then you squirming on top of her.

- "dirty girl. really? in front of our friends? fucking shameless." 

- shs tells you that as if she wasn't the one who initiated the whole thing ???

- uh oh .. ! one of your friends notice the both of you quiet, not socializing and singing with the others.

- "babes! you both good?"

- mi-na smiles, "absolutely," then looks at your state—face flushed while looking down— "although, i think she's had too many drinks, but i'll handle her."

- your friend simply nods and joins back in on the others' conversation so... phew, close call.

- the karaoke date finally ends and then here's you, tired and worn out, even though you just sat down the whole day ??? just on mi-na's cock

"hey, party's over, you still okay?" mi-na whispers while snaking an arm around your waist. a few seconds goes by without any responses coming out from your lips and then she breaks into laughter, "what? have you gone dumb now? i haven't even done anything."

no eul — 

𓏲๋࣭࣪˖ cockwarming strict older gf no-eul while she's working ♡ 

- she tells you to wait until she's done working but how could you?— not when you just woke up from a wet dream, seeing no-eul's side of the bed empty, and dragging yourself to her office just to find her working late, again.

- she ignores you while you're whining and sulking beside her chair. 

- tenses up when she feels your hands gently massaging her shoulders, and then traveling them to her neck, before leaning down to leave wet kisses on the spot below her ear. 

- "stop that." she warns,   "why? is your work more important than me?" 

- she clicks her tongue in annoyance, why do you have to be so stubborn right now? right when she's working?

- you frown when she still won't budge despite your efforts. 

- "please, just need you inside me." you voice out, burying your face on the crook of her neck, before she lets out a sigh and then finally moves her chair back so that you'll have space when you straddle her !!

- a groan slips from her lips once she's finally inside you

"you're not allowed to move. let me finish my work first then i'll take care of you." she speaks, tone strict. you pouted, "huh? i thought you—"      "you gonna stay quiet or should i make you leave?"

- and then she's got you totally quiet before you sighed in defeat and just rested your head on her shoulder, muttering a small 'i hate you' under your breath.

- you started wiggling yourself, resulting to no-eul's hand reaching for your throat and firmly gripping the sides, making you dizzy

"didn't i tell, you're not allowed to move?"    "i was just trying to get comfortable.."    "stop disturbing me if you want me to get this over with faster."    

- "can i at least kiss you, eul? please?"   and of course, how can she deny you more? restricting you from bouncing on her cock was enough—and so she says yes <3

- you start to leave sloppy kisses on one corner of her mouth, while her eyes stay still on the laptop screen behind you

- oops ... you 'accidentally' clench around her, which makes her stop typing

- "i'm sorry eul, i didn't mean to," you apologized softly against her mouth, letting out a yelp when she suddenly turns her attention to you and actually crashing her lips onto yours

- no-eul's not really great with controling herself .. so here's the both of you, making out, while her work was loooong forgotten

- no-eul's hand reaches for her laptop and closes it, before gripping your thighs from under and lifting you up

- she's such a loser. betraying her own words from earlier— "let me finish my work first then i'll take care of you."

- because she's literally pounding into you right here, right now now while standing, not even bothering to take you to your shared bedroom

"you're so damn stubborn"  she chokes out while thrusting hard and deep inside you. 

se mi —

𓏲๋࣭࣪˖ cockwarming bandmate se-mi while inside the music studio ♡ [exhibitionism]

- se-mi can be lewd sometimes .. 

- because what do you mean you're sitting on her cock right now while you're both in the music studio WITH your bandmate, mi-na, inside the soundproof room ????

- your back is facing her as you adjust the controls in front of you while se-mi is literally dying behind you, face red, trying to lift her hips up into you

- but everytime she does, you're totally unbothered—not making even the slightest sound—because you're too focused on what you're doing

"please can we just record the fucking song tomorrow? i can't handle this anymore"      "shut up, i can't focus."

- she gets whiney, but she's kinda enjoying this.

- when mi-na's finally done recording her part, she exits the soundproof room and her gaze immediately lands on the both of you—you on se-mi's lap while she's red as fuck underneath you—and then makes a disgusted face, "ew"

- you guys really need to get a room because wtf

- and then thanos walks inside the studio, not even sparing the three of you a glance as he walks straight inside the soundproof room.

"hey! these two are fucking while we're recording!"  mi-na complains, though thanos was already inside the soundproof room, unable to hear a word she's saying.

- you just laugh, sending vibrations through se-mi's cock, making her grip onto your thighs tightly,  "babe, he doesn't give two fucks." 

- se-mi just hides her face on your neck, slightly biting it, "gonna fucking kill me, you know?" 

- a playful smirk tugs on the corners of your lips, savoring the moment,   "i know." while purposely grinding down on her length

"baby please, can we go now? let's just have nam-gyu do all this work."  se-mi sulks, her right hand under the skirt you're wearing while she rubs your clit. you sighed, "min-su still needs to record his part." cocking your head to the side towards where min-su was sitting down, his palms covering his eyes. poor min-su.

jun hee —

𓏲๋࣭࣪˖ cockwarming girlfriend jun-hee while she's asleep ♡ [somnophilia / free use]

- to get things straight, the both of you had numerous conversations about this before— both parties consenting and agreeing to free use in the relationship.

- and here is one of the moments where the agreement is applied:

waking up from a wet dream, you gently flutter your eyes open before stretching your arms over your head. and then, due to the dream, there's that ache in the space between your legs, your throbbing core clenching around nothing. this early? you huff, your eyes finding their way onto your girlfriend's sleeping figure beside you. 

- slowly grinning to yourself, you move closer, before you start hiking her nightgown up and then pulling her underwear down

she shifts a bit, her face scrunching, before she falls back still again. you carefully slide your own panties down until they reached your toes. 

- once they were finally off, you straddled her with no hesitation, slowly sinking your soaking cunt onto her soft length before resting your body on top of hers, sighing in satisfaction

- jun-hee is a deep sleeper, so she didn't react at all, not even a single twitch, no anything.

- and you were still tired yourself, even though you were horny as hell, so it did not take long for you to fall back to sleep

- hugging her tightly, your eyes slowly closes. her being warm inside you helping you fall asleep better

you wake up an hour and a half later, moans involuntarily slipping from your lips as you pry your eyes open. you realized you're laying on your back now, with your legs pinned down and jun-hee in between them, pumping her cock in and out of you.  "good morning, sweetheart"

young mi —

𓏲๋࣭࣪˖ cockwarming younger bestfriend young-mi while you do her makeup ♡ [unnie + breeding kink]

- baby is such a puppy :( she'd get shy about it at first once you initiated the idea

"are you s-sure, unnie? i don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable.." "it's okay sweetheart, think of it as a repayment! i'm gonna make you pretty, while you make unnie feel good, how's that sound?"

- she then nods slowly, sliding her pants down and revealing her already hard cock, pre cum leaking at her tip

- "so pretty."     "t-thank you..."   "i'm gonna make you even prettier"

- you make her sit on the chair before sinking yourself down,  soft gasps leaving the younger girl's mouth

- "you're so warm, unnie"

- she rests her hands politely on your thighs that were on either side of her lap, while you start applying concealer on the spot below her eyes

- you tease her the whole time ! clenching around her dick on purpose just to see her face scrunch up

- then here's you, being mean, complaining. telling her to stop making expressions so that you won't make a mess of her make-up, as if it was all her fault !!!

- your lips would form into a mocking smile, gently cooing at young-mi whenever she makes those pretty pretty noises

- and then her hands travels their way onto your boobs, gently cupping them over the shirt you're wearing—well, that was before you make her stop and guide her hands underneath it, making her actually feel your boobs.

- you were now applying her blush, making her cheeks even pinkier than what it had been just earlier. (she stares at you with puppy eyes the whole time)

- soon enough, you're finally onto the last step which was applying lipstick onto her lips

- when you were about to do so, she slipped out a hand from underneath your shirt and grabbed your wrist before her cock suddenly twitches inside you

"unnie... i feel something.."   she softly mutters,   "hm?"   tilting your head curiously at her, before realizing something and then chuckling softy,    "are you gonna cum baby?"     she nods, her eyes getting glossier.    your lips form into a satisfied smile, "go on. inside."    

- her eyebrows furrow, looking at you in disbelief, "r-really?"

- not responding, you put the lipstick down on the vanity table, before wrapping your arms around her neck and crashing your lips onto hers

her hips buck up into you while letting out whimpers against your mouth, and then you finally feel it inside you—hot cum painting your walls white—before breaking the kiss and then looking at young-mi, pushing her hair away from her pretty face,   "my good girl."

sae byeok —

𓏲๋࣭࣪˖ cockwarming ex girlfriend sae-byeok while she carves her name onto your thigh ♡ [masochism + knives]

- i'm so sorry please forgive me after this

- saying sae-byeok is mean would be an understatement

- how did you end up here?—crying while sitting on top of your ex's lap, her cock hard and deep inside of you, while she's busy carving your thigh up

could you blame her? you were entertaining and flirting with somebody else at a party—where sae-byeok just happens to also be in—and that somebody wasn't her.

- she pulls you in one of those private club rooms, one that smelled of sex and cigarettes, and drags you to the firm couch, before harshly pushing you down

"sae-byeok what the fuck?!" you yell, your voice barely audible over the blaring music outside, while turning around to look at your ex, only to find her starting to unbuckle her pants

- she just looks at you blankly, but her eyes held something else—hatred and lust—which scared the shit out of you. who knows what she's capable of right now?

- once her pants were off, she walks towards the couch before sitting down,    "strip."

you didn't know what has gotten inside your mind, because all of a sudden, you found yourself sitting on her lap with her length inside you. you glare at your ex as you sniffle,     "fuck you."

- she snickers, "sure."  before pulling out a small compact knife from her pocket

- sometimes you'd ask yourself, what is wrong with you? why the fuck are you getting even more turned on at the sight of her fucking pocket knife

- she glances at you, licking her lips before looking down, seeing her bulge on your lower belly

"i knew you still weren't over me."    she speaks, tone cocky. you scoff,  "you wish. not even three days after our breakup, i was already over you."   

- she raises an eyebrow, "really now?" 

- a loud hiss leaves your lips as you felt her press the blade hard, enough to slice your thigh

- "gonna carve my name on your thigh. you want that slut? for everyone to see you're mine?"

- you look at her with tears in your eyes that were threatening to fall

"fuck you."        "is that all you can say?"

- and then she starts writing, moans leaving your lips at every slice !!

- fortunately for you, the pleasure from her being inside you overshadows the pain from her carving you up

- when it was getting too painful though, you would start grinding down on her, trying to feel more and more pleasure

- but it is strange—the fact that you also feel pleasure from the pain alone—surely, you knew you were fucked up

"fuck— slow- stop, please stop."  you finally cry out, your hand wrapping around her wrist and gripping on it. she looks at you with her eyebrows furrowed. you just stare at her dumbly, drool escaping your mouth. 

- it hurt. more than you'd like to admit it.

- you looked down to your thigh and saw the bloody mess, which made you timid,

- she grabs your hand that was wrapped around her wrist using her free one, and yanks it away, "not done yet. you don't want me leaving it just like this, right?"

- you felt so dirty. many thoughts raced around your head, 'am i gonna fucking bleed out to death?'

soon enough, she's finally done. she looks up at your pathetic state, seeing dried tears on your pink cheeks. she grips your chin tightly, making you look down at her work— 강새벽.

@misayani