#so the person is still ''hidden'' in a sense

[meeep-morp]

I like this theory.

I do think that the creepy walk is an act, probably just to spook us, and maybe scare us off from continuing the game (like c'mon-- there's gotta be at least one person who panic quit at the end of chapter 1 or 2). But I also like the idea that it's also meant to be a form of misdirection. Maybe it's both.

I'm actually very willing to accept the intentional act theory, because one of the big things that bothered me about the ending of chapter two, was that yes, it's implied that Kris slashed the tires of Toriel's car to prevent anyone from leaving. But I've been hesitant to believe that because how in the hell did that sliw, shambling lil shit make it all the way around the house, slash the tires, AND make it back inside before Toriel noticed? It seems like the answer is that they didn't, at least not while walking like that.

I can see them doing the creepy walk specifically to throw us off, like I was. "There's no fucking way they could've done that! Have you SEEN this fucker try to walk around without their soul? They can barely keep themself upright, let alone run!"

That being said, I don't think it's entirely an act. Rather, I feel like it might be more of an exaggeration of the pain and weakness they feel without the soul. I mean, yes, they're clearly still being performative in order to seem much more creepy and weak and zombie-like than they actually are, but I also think that this performance is heavily inspired by the truth.

I mean, op, you mention yourself that Noelle points out weaknesses and shakiness in Kris's voice, and if Kris had recently... expelled us, that'd make sense. If my memory's correct, then every time we've seen Kris remove their soul, we watched their whole body shake, and we specifically hear the sounds of damage being taken. Maybe the teeth gnashing in the chapter two bathroom scene was them being a bit extra, but I think it's still clear that the process of removing their soul places a lot of strain on their body. Maybe they're not exactly weak because they're soulless, but because they just removed it a few minutes ago.

Another thing I want to point out is that yes, I don't think we entirely get to figure out what happens when Kris is without us for too long, but I do know that if you wait around when you first spot them making chocolate milk, they'll slowly slump over and eventually seem to pass out after a few minutes. I didn't see anything beyond the "faint", because that was when I was like, "aight, that's enough, it's gone too far, let me back in," but I was straight up jumpscared by how suddenly they "woke up" and quickly leapt at the soul. I've been wondering for a while how the fuck they realized I was there, and I was writing it off as some sort of magic thing where they could simply just psychically sense it, but that still doesn't explain how sudden that switch was.

And so this theory makes me wonder... what if Kris was pretending to faint. What if that "Kris...... Your soul......." line from Mysterious Phone Voice wasn't concern over Kris's health, but rather them saying, "Head's up Kris, your soul's watching." I mean, it's pretty clear that Mysterious Phone Voice has some level of omniscient-type knowledge (probably through hidden cameras and tapped phones and shit), so it's not far fetched that they knew we escaped the closet and were spying in on Chocolate Milk Time (TM).

And if it's true that they warned Kris about us, and if Kris has been acting weaker in order to mislead us, then yeah, of course they would pretend like their body's failing them. Actually-- I'll go even further and say that it wasn't just to make us think they're weak when they're soulless, but rather that that specific moment was the Mysterious Phone Voice and Kris working together in order to draw us out into the open, just so Kris could catch us and put us back in time out. Because nimble as they are, they likely wouldn't be able to grab us from the vent; we'd get away too quick, and Kris simply just can't fit in there like we can. I think even Mysterious Phone Voice saying, "Kris... without soul.... you'd...." might've been a part of an act.

I also think the fainting thing was an act because at first they could barely say awake long enough to make and drink a glass of chocolate milk, but after we get put back in time out, not only are they perfectly able to make another glass, but they're also able to play the piano for eight minutes, and then, after waiting long enough to get all the secret dialogue for the basement power outage scene, they STILL have enough juice left to fucking snipe us with a puck, and beat the shit out of us with a hockey stick?! Yeah no something ain't adding up. Even if we take out the time it took for me to listen to the entirety of the piano playing, and me staying completely still in the basement for like-- 5-10 minutes, and me staying still for 10 minutes after the two left me alone upstairs (I was secret hunting, and I wasn't about to disobey Susie's orders), it still wouldn't make sense.

Final thing of note, when Kris finally got us back in, they kinda stay down for a few seconds, and they shake a couple times. When we're able to control them again, we can only get them a few steps before they collapse for a second. I don't think that was an act. I think they might've been in a weakened state the entire time they're soulless, and I wonder if the longer they spend one way, the more taxing it is to change it (so the longer they spend without us, the more strain their body goes through when putting us back in, and vice versa).

But yeah, those are my thoughts on this. I do think Kris is naturally in a weakened state without their soul, but less shambling zombie weak, and maybe more like pulling an all nighter without coffee, or 3 days into a fast (speaking of which, that's another explanation for Noelle's weak voice comment, and the momentary collapse after Kris gets us back in. We can't eat light world food for Kris, and tbh, I'd also eat an entire pie in one sitting if I hadn't eaten in a few days, and then an eldritch demon thing made me run around everywhere all day, making me even hungrier. Kid could simply just be malnourished with POTS, and they stood up too fast after getting us back in their body, causing them to actually almost pass out for realsies). Mostly functional, but suboptimal.

...I actually like the "Kris's soul is strong enough to sustain their body, but without it, the symptoms of malnutrition hit them hard and fast, and that's the real reason why they seem weaker when soulless" theory. I doubt that's actually cannon, but I might just headcannon it.

Anygay-- this got off track. Thanks for reading my ramblings. Farewell, until we meet again.

The interesting thing is…. from the glimpses of SOUL-less Kris we saw in Chapter 1 + 2, it was notable how…. strangely they seemed to move. We saw them walking with a sort of zombie-like gait that maybe implied they weren’t in full control of their body still, or maybe just that they were in immense pain.

It led to a lot of people speculating that Kris does need a SOUL to some level. Maybe the SOUL is Kris’ but we’re a foreign entity that has taken it over, or that Kris’ original actual SOUL has been removed and replaced with us. If Kris needed the SOUL to live, that would explain their slow, deliberate movements and also why they keep putting us back inside despite clearly hating being under our control.

So now, with Chapter 4 giving us a much better glimpse of SOUL-less Kris doing stuff… it’s notable that they seem… fully capable of moving ‘normally’. Angrily, but normally.

Even when they do the whole Creepy Zombie Walk thing they are notably faster than they seemed to be in Chapters 1 + 2

They can do things that require fine motor skills, focus and swiftness like playing the piano, handling glasses, and beating the shit out of us with a hockey stick and it's all animated as smoothly as most other Deltarune Animations. Not really implying effort or stiffness the way that original Creepy Zombie Walk animation did.

And while Susie only gets a brief moment to interact with SOUL-less Kris in the Normal Route

Noelle has prolonged interactions with them in the Weird Route (both on-screen in Chapter 4 and off-screen in-between Chapters 2 and 3) and... while she does note that they sounded 'weak and shaky' and obviously their behavior seems weird on account of the whole 'traumatized by the Unkillable Evil Time-Demon only they can see" thing

... There's nothing to really indicate that there's anything outright unnatural or 'zombie-like' about the way Kris moves and interacts with her while SOUL-less. Since this is the Weird Route, Noelle even note this is the most natural and Kris-like they've acted in the last few days.... until we take over again.

And now we know they can go without the SOUL for a fairly prolonged period of time. The Ominous Phone Voice of Probably Carol does tells them they need the SOUL, it seems unclear why.

So… what that means for SOUL-less Kris’ behavior before? It’s possible that even if Kris can operate without a SOUL, it still hurts like hell. So right after tearing out the SOUL they are in Maximum Pain and it's hard to ignore, causing them to move in a struggling and slow manner. But the more they go without it, they kinda get used to it and the pain fades into the background - allowing them to do stuff more-or-less normally.

(Basically Kris has Chronic Pain but the only Painkiller that works for them is Demonic Possession)

…Or, knowing Kris, maybe this… was all an act. They were only behaving like This because they knew we were watching. It is pretty notable that they walk around normally in the Holidays' Kitchen while we're eavesdropping on them and only swap to the Creepy Walk Animation once they notice us....

Maybe this is an act, either to make us underestimate the things Kris could do SOUL-less… or because they’re a little teen Edgelord so they just enjoy playing up the whole Soulless Zombie thing when they have a chance.

[narcjsistx]

— 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄! ft bllk boys

✶ are you an idol's girlfriend? how's the situation? some hcs for isagi yoichi, sae itoshi, rin itoshi and micheal kaiser

✶ pretty dividers by: @petalpxl !!

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

idol ISAGI YOICHI, even though he can't make the relationship official, has never hidden the bracelet you gave him for your first month anniversary. in interviews they keep asking him who the supposed person who gave it to him is — but he always just smiles in response. poor thing doesn’t realize he's only fueling his fanbase’s theories even more, in this way

what would the relationship feel like, with yoichi?

tickets always casually in the front row ; sweet messages of encouragement before every concert ; dates at the usual cute cafe where you both know you can relax, because no one would think to look for him there

idol ITOSHI SAE, even though he hates interviews and anything involving uncomfortable questions, he’s always made it clear that he’s dating someone. he thinks lying is completely pointless — especially when it comes to his personal life — so why hide the fact that he’s in love? just to preserve the image of the 'single idol'? not him. he’d rather love you in private than show you off to an extremely toxic world

what would the relationship feel like, with sae?

kisses hidden under a cap ; fingers intertwined in a crowd when there are too many people for anyone to notice ; social media posts where feminine objects can be seen near him or in the room

idol ITOSHI RIN, he hates having to spend hours in the practice room without being able to have you there with him. he’s fully aware of how completely obsessed he's with you, but admitting it would feel like a defeat for the pride he’s spent years building — mostly because of this job. still, he’d much rather have you in the room with him, just so he can steal a kiss during breaks, or simply watch you while he trains

what would the relationship feel like, with rin?

little notes left in his bag when he has practice ; slow hugs when you're with him ; sweet messages from both of you when he's away for a concert out of town

idol KAISER MICHEAL, he wasn’t all that worried when, after months of online speculation, paparazzi photos were released clearly showing him kissing someone. he loves his job and he loves you — there’s no point in hiding either. but mixing the two? that makes sense, if it means he’s a little freer to hold your hand in public. he knows how important his image is, he knows the power he holds in his field, and no one has the right to tell him to hide his girlfriend. if he did, it was only because you wanted it that way — and he was perfectly fine with that

what would the relationship feel like, with kaiser?

photos taken by paparazzi when he's kissing you ; posts on his social media showing how he treats you ; dinners interrupted by fans, who are almost always kind with both

[thatonegrimm]

Hello Grimm !

It’s a pleasure send you an ask for the first time, if I’m not writing this right, feel free to tell me.

I wanted to request a one shot (or whatever it’s called, I’m not used to these terms, sorry) with the Saja Boys (separately) with a reader who is always innocent and sweet and then the boys find out that they write really dark stories, like thrillers with morally gray characters and that go highly philosophical about the corruption and hypocrisy of humanity, you can write them dating the reader or not dating them but crushing on them, whichever you’re comfortable with !

I hope it was okay and that this made sense lol, have a good day/evening/night !

Hello, and welcome!! 💌 You absolutely nailed the ask — it was clear, thoughtful, and gave me everything I needed to work with! This one leans romantic-crush-adjacent, so you can read it as dating or just tension building — whatever feels right for you. It’s written as a drabble set, with each-reacting separately. Hope you enjoy!

"What Sweet People Don’t Say Out Loud"

Summary: The Saja Boys find out their sunshine might have a darker mind than expected.

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🧿 Jinu

Jinu finds your writing by accident. You'd left your laptop open to a document titled “Cured By Fire: A Moral Treatise on Manufactured Innocence” while you stepped away to make tea.

He’d only meant to close the screen — honestly. But curiosity got the better of him. The title alone didn’t match the person who giggles at animal memes and says “oopsies” when they trip over a pillow.

A few scrolls in, he forgets about the tea.

The story unravels like a slow-burning reckoning. Government corruption, religious rot, and a protagonist who justifies arson as “a cleansing act in a city that won’t admit it’s already ash.”

When you return, he’s sitting rigidly upright, eyes wide behind his glasses. He looks… lost.

“Everything okay?” “You… wrote this?” “Uh. Yeah. Is it… bad?” “No, no, it’s—” He gestures vaguely. “It’s just… disturbingly good?” He pauses. “How long have you been thinking about the illusion of free will?” “Since middle school.” “Oh. Huh.”

He doesn’t touch his tea for an hour. You catch him rereading the ending later, brows furrowed.

“I think your villain might be right,” he mumbles, almost sheepish. Then softer, like it snuck up on him: “You’re… kind of brilliant.”

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💪 Abby

You print your story out for him — all 17 pages — and hand it over like it’s fragile. You're smiling nervously, chewing your lip.

“Be nice?” “Always.”

He’s expecting poetry. Something light. Maybe a whimsical fairytale about cats.

What he gets is a psychological thriller about a prison warden who slowly manipulates both inmates and guards into losing track of who’s imprisoned who. The tone is cold. Surgical. Inescapably brilliant.

By the time he finishes, he’s still staring at the final paragraph like it called him out personally.

“...Did you just make me root for a guy who drowns his boss in a koi pond?” “A little bit.” “I’m scared of you. In the best way.”

He sets the story down, still processing.

Then looks at you with open awe.

“You hide this whole part of yourself behind cute sweaters and sunny playlists, huh?” “...Maybe.” “That’s wild. I love it.”

He throws an arm around your shoulder, pulls you into his side, and presses a kiss to your temple like it’s instinct.

“Just remind me not to piss you off too bad. I’d like to stay above water.”

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📚 Mystery

You hadn’t meant for anyone to read it.

You keep your darker writing tucked away in a leather-bound notebook, usually hidden under your pillow. But Mystery finds it while you’re asleep — not on purpose, just straightening the blankets after you passed out reading.

He flips it open absently. Stops flipping five seconds later.

The story is unlike anything he’s read — a first-person monologue from a vigilante priest who sees sins as carvings, both literal and metaphorical. The prose is lyrical. Unnerving. Devastating.

He reads it in silence, unmoving. The kind of stillness he only slips into when something truly grips him.

When you wake up, you find him sitting on the edge of the bed, notebook in his lap, expression unreadable.

“Did you dream this?” “No... I wrote it a few weeks ago.” “It reads like it hurt.”

You wait for him to laugh. Or be weirded out. But he just closes the notebook gently and places it beside you.

“Everyone sees you as light.” He looks at you. “But you write like someone who understands what darkness actually costs.”

He lies beside you after, shoulder to shoulder, silent. But when he presses his forehead to yours, there’s reverence in it.

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💋 Romance

It’s open mic night. Romance volunteers to read your piece out loud without looking it over first — he says he wants to be surprised.

He is.

The story is a sleek, cutting piece about a world where people wear masks that reflect their social status — and the one character who dares to shatter their own. It reads like a manifesto in disguise, full of quiet rage and philosophical tension.

By the end, the audience is dead silent. Romance lowers the paper slowly.

“So.” He clears his throat. “This was not about bunnies.” You nod. “And you wrote this?” “Yup.” “This explains… so much.”

Later, once the adrenaline wears off, you find him leaning against the hallway wall backstage, still holding the pages like they’re made of fire.

“You wrote this like a scalpel,” he says. “Soft hands. Sharp intent.” He laughs, shakes his head. “You had me out here baring your philosophical teeth to a full room. I’ve never been prouder.”

He leans in, nose brushing yours.

“Sweet, dangerous, and literary. What a combination.”

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🔥 Baby

He finds your notebook in his backpack two days after you borrowed it. He flips it open thinking it’s a to-do list or grocery note.

Instead, he finds this:

“They call me innocent because I smile in public. But no one ever asks why the monsters in my stories look like men in suits.”

He stops chewing his gum.

Turns the page.

Keeps reading.

And then, at 2:12 AM, you get this:

baby🖕: wtf baby🖕: ur a menace baby🖕: u write like ur planning a quiet revolution and i’d probably help

When you see him the next morning, he tosses the notebook at you and crosses his arms.

“You have no right being that nice and also writing like this.” “You didn’t like it?” “Are you kidding? I read it three times. I might be in love with your brain.”

He grabs your face, thumb brushing your cheek, gaze intense.

“You’re soft and terrifying. That’s hot.” Then he smirks. “Just don’t ever base a villain on me, okay?”

You don’t answer. You definitely already did.

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[eye4katz]

You Don't Even Care || Daniela Avanzini

Pairing: D. A. x KATSEYE 7th Member Fem!Reader

Genre: angsty, smut, slight fluff

Content Warning: language, alcohol usage, internalized homophobia (self denial), hate sex (?), cunnilingus, fingering, scissoring, dubcon

Word count: 3.8k

Synopsis: The connection between Daniela and Y/N has never been the same since that day—tangled with buried emotions, unresolved tension, and unpredictable miscommunication. In a world where actions speak louder than words, the two navigate the blurred line between friendship and something deeper. Will they ever find the courage to dig the hidden feelings and finally get the closure they both secretly hoped for?

part 1

Manon's voice was belting out a song while doing her hair in the mirror. This caused Y/N to wake up groggily.

"If we never try~!"

Y/N looked around, finding a certain someone who should be in her arms.

"How would we know?!"

The Latina always stayed with Y/N until she woke up, but not today, probably.

Maybe she's out in the studio practicing their new choreo, she thought.

"Baby, how far this thing could gooo~!"

The younger member finally managed to throw a pillow at Manon, groaning due to the interruption of her sleep and also the frustration of not seeing Daniela. "Can you shut the fuck up?!"

Manon gasped at the unexpected disturbance. "Oh wow, hold your horses!" she tried to sound offended.

"Good morning first, hoe!" Y/N groaned again, throwing the duvet over her face. This kept her warm and also hid the frustration that was becoming visible.

"Shut it," she added.

Manon just laughed as she continued to do her hair. "Why so grumpy in the morning?"

"..."

"Is it 'cause of Danilili Avanzini?"

Manon used their inside joke, which was turning all the members' names into an Italian brain rot.

"Oh, fuck off!" Y/N turned around and pushed a pillow against her face, hoping to shut the voices (Manon's).

The Swiss just laughed again, enjoying the annoyance she caused the younger member. "Or is it because you relate to the song I'm singing?" Y/N's reasons were definitely both.

"Okay, fine!" Y/N finally managed to exclaim and sit up to properly face Manon.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe you're right that I do have feelings for—"

"Ooh, our Y/N got feelings for who? Got a crush, huh?" She got interrupted by Megan.

"No, I—it's not a cru—"

She got interrupted AGAIN, but by Daniela, the person whom she least expected. Great!

"Crush? Y/N’s got a crush?"

Y/N suddenly became hyperaware of her surroundings, especially now that the Latina was in the room.

"You got a crush?" she repeated. A hint of curiosity and a subtle annoyance were heard in her voice as she approached her own bed, where Y/N was lying.

"Why didn't you tell me anything?" she added.

Her eyebrows scrunched, which caused an expression she rarely used on Y/N.

Manon felt the change in the atmosphere, sensing the palpable tension between her two members. She kept her mouth shut, not wanting to interlude between the two girls.

Well, Megan... It is still Megan! She's oblivious to the ongoing pull of air. Before Megan could even speak, Manon immediately grabbed her toward the bathroom so they could do each other's makeup.

The situation left Daniela and Y/N in the room as if the two were a couple lost in an argument, barely noticing the disappearance of the other two members.

Seeing Daniela frown and question why she hadn’t said a thing about this whole crush thingy triggered her.

"Why does it matter?" Y/N asked, confusedly—and, well, frustratedly.

Her question earned a scoff from the Latina as she paced back and forth in the room.

"Do you really need to ask that dumb question?" Her hands then found their way to her hips.

"It does matter because I'm your best friend!" she exclaimed.

Y/N's hands flew, trying to understand what she was fuming about.

"Not everything I do or feel should be said out loud, Dani!"

"Oh, yeah? But you would tell your crush to Manon?!"

"Why not? I feel comfortable sharing it with her!"

"Oh, so you're not comfortable with me now?!"

The amount of miscommunication present in the room could break the ceiling. Y/N was walking on eggshells, not wanting to reveal the thing she had kept in the vault for weeks, perhaps months. Slipping with a confession was her biggest fear, and that's the last thing she wanted to do right now.

"It's not like that, Daniela! I thought low-maintenance friendship is what we are!" she exclaimed back.

"We are! But not when it comes to important things like this!" Daniela exclaimed, her voice growing louder each second.

She just wants to be the first one to know about Y/N's thoughts and feelings. Okay, maybe she's also a little upset that her member got a crush on someone.

Her yelling was Y/N's last straw. She didn’t really expect her member to burst out like this.

"Like you said... WE'RE JUST FRIENDS! WE'RE NOT ANYTHING—NOT EVEN A SITUATIONSHIP—TO BE TELLING EACH OTHER ABOUT EVERYTHING!"

Dani paused, staring into the pair of orbs Y/N had. She couldn’t speak—or maybe she wanted to, but she really couldn’t.

The earlier noise of Manon's voice and the yelling between Daniela and Y/N was now replaced by an unstable quietness.

The Latina finally managed to speak out, her hands shaking due to the adrenaline of the heated yelling.

"Yeah... y-you're right."

"Dani..." Y/N sighed and closed her eyes. It’s true, but she didn’t intend to hurt her!

"You know I don't mean it like that..."

Daniela let out a dry chuckle. "You're fucking right. Yeah." She then walked out of her own room, leaving the other one's head pondering in questions.

Why was it a big deal for her?

Did she feel the same way as Y/N did for her?

Was she just jealous of Manon?

Why was it so confusing to figure her out?!

These thoughts kept repeating in her head, pushing Y/N's sanity to the edge.

Luckily, Manon and Megan came out of the bathroom to keep her grounded. They heard everything, after all, since their voices were loud. There's no shame—they’re her family already.

"Gagged..." Manon said as she took a seat on her bed. Megan followed suit, sitting beside Y/N.

Y/N just whined her own frustration out to them. "It makes me more guilty since I'm on her freaking bed!"

The two just laughed softly. They were trying to lift Y/N's mood by making sure she knew they were right there when she needed them the most.

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Seconds, minutes, hours.

Days, weeks, months.

Y/N couldn't remember when the last time she talked with Daniela was. Yes, they talked to each other in public to be civil and professional, but in private? Don’t expect their relationship to be the same as before. The girl’s just scared of rejection, especially from her close friend. She’s still clueless about what the Latina truly felt, after all.

Too many questions clouded Y/N's mind. The only thing that kept her sane was her work: the choreography, the singing, the promos—all that shit just to distract herself.

One night, the Kats were celebrating Manon's birthday. There was loud music, alcohol, food, and dancing.

The party was held only in the Kats' shared dorm, so the girls weren’t worried if the fans caught them drinking their minds off. Of course, YoonChae stayed with her Sophia unnie, who kept her safe from the alcohol (we love a responsible leader, whoo!).

Daniela used this opportunity to get wasted. After all... This was like a rest day for them. Times like these were rare due to the tough schedule they had.

She just enjoyed herself to forget work.

Or was it actually about work?

Y/N, on the other hand, was a careful drinker. She despised alcohols that were too strong, especially those that didn’t have any flavors.

She only drank soju with Yakult or gin mixed with flavored powder that Sophia brought.

She stayed sober through the whole night, watching her members sing karaoke loudly.

They were sitting on the couch as Lara belted out a song Y/N had never heard of. Her other members were mostly drunk—especially the club girls.

After a moment, Y/N decided to recharge her social battery by being on her own, so she went to her bedroom.

As she swung the door open to her room, she saw the member—her crush—whom she recently had a feud with, drunkenly lying on her bed. Vodka was in her glass as she stared at the ceiling, seemingly not noticing Y/N coming in.

"Daniela? What... are you doing here?"

The Latina finally turned her head towards her before sitting up. A red tint could be seen all over her face—lips, cheeks, and eyes.

"So? You don't care anyways," she replied.

This made Y/N mad, though she couldn't deny the little tinge in her heart that hurt.

"What do you mean I don't care? First, you're literally drunk on my bed, and you're even making yourself more drunk!" Y/N stated as she eyed the half-full glass of vodka before continuing. "Second, I do care about you, Daniela Andrea Avanzini Llorente."

"Then why didn’t you come and check on me after the incident in our room?!" she whined as she sat up, her face etched with a visible frown on her forehead.

"Because I wanted to give you space, for fuck’s sake!" which was actually... a lie.

"Space? Or you just didn’t want to acknowledge me? There’s a whole-ass difference there!"

"Even if I acknowledged you, you wouldn’t even care if I explained my side!"

"Now I’m the one who didn’t care?!"

The alcohol was definitely doing all the work for Daniela’s sober thoughts now.

"You know what, Y/N?" She stepped closer as she grabbed the back of her member’s head.

"I always deny these weird-ass feelings you always give me. I hate it. I like men, okay?! I fucking like men!"

She yelled in front of sober Y/N. These statements made a punching bag out of Y/N’s heart. She always knew that Daniela liked men—she just didn’t want it plastered on her face like that.

"Oh, and the moment you started ignoring me..." the Latina continued, "I started to fucking chase you, hoping every day you'd start to approach me—as if I'm yearning for your love. That made me hate it more, you got that?"

She pushed Y/N’s head even closer to hers. Their distance was too close for two people arguing, but neither of them moved away.

"Did you plan this? To make me fucking crazy? Why did you just ignore me?!" Daniela exclaimed out of frustration. The more the conversation went on, the more the alcohol made its effects visible.

Y/N didn’t know what to say. Her lips quivered.

"I— I... I'm just afraid. Afraid of you, afraid of your rejection, I don’t know?! I just... don’t have the guts to walk to you." She stared into the Latina’s hazel eyes as if hypnotized to speak the truth. "For a long time now, I have... loved you."

"And I hate you."

"I hate you for loving a straight girl like me."

Before Y/N knew, Daniela pressed a harsh kiss on her lips, almost claiming Y/N in a possessive way. (keyword: almost 💔)

She pushed her member to the bed before crawling on top of her, straddling her hips. Y/N's lips were smudged with Daniela's lipstick, now a little swollen due to the rough kiss she never expected.

"Oh, look at you now, covered in my lipstick. You've fantasized about this moment, no?" The Latina looked down, admiring the messy masterpiece she did on her personal canvas. Y/N, well, she's embarrassed yet didn't say a word.

The woman above her didn't like the silence, so she grabbed her jaw with one hand. "Aren't you grateful that I'm talking to you, you little piece of shit? Answer me when I'm asking like you're supposed to."

Y/N whimpered at the tight grip from her. "Y-yes, I did fantasize about this." This earned a slightly amused scoff from Daniela. "Predictable. I knew how much of a slut you are for me."

Daniela crashed her lips against Y/N again. She didn't wait for her member to part her lips; instead, she trespassed on her mouth as she explored every spot inside. Y/N could taste every drop of Daniela's saliva, the strong vodka adding flavor to the kiss. This time, Y/N didn't complain about no flavor in her alcohol.

The Latina managed to get her lips down on Y/N's neck and collarbone, sucking and marking every possible area she could land her lips on. Her hands roam around her body as she does so, trying to remove the fabric that has been a barrier for her.

After a few bites and hickeys, Daniela finally managed to toss Y/N's top to the floor, not caring where it might land. She moved to the girl's tits, her oral fixation self is happy!

Y/N was now a whining and moaning mess beneath her, and Daniela wasn't even on her kitty yet. She arch her back as soon as she felt the Latina's mouth on her sensitive peak, the other one being knealed by her hand as if she's a professional baker.

Daniela looked up to meet her member's eyes, wanting to see how much a sub she was. Her tongue swirls, her mouth sucks, and her teeth works on her nipple. She moved on to the other one, giving the same attention as she did on the first.

Her hands also did a work: squeezing Y/N's tit and rolling her nipple between her thumb and index while the other one on Y/N's mouth, the two fingers playing with her tongue imitating a blow job.

The woman beneath her moaned against the fingers that were shoved in her mouth.

Once Daniela's satisfied (she never was, actually.) with her loved titties, she sitted up again and pulled her fingers out with a pop.

She glared at Y/N before she started to suck on her two fingers covered with Y/N's saliva. Y/N's face was now redder than the person who drank more alcohol than her.

The latina wiped the slick of her fingers on Y/N's stomach, earning a soft sigh from the girl beneath her.

She then crawled lower until her face was near where Y/N needs her the most.

"The fucking skirt stays on." She said with a hoarse voice, pushing Y/N's legs to her chest to give her the full view.

If Y/N didn't know any better, she would moan just from her Latina's voice. Her wetness was already on her thighs, and she couldn't help but not be shy when someone was admiring the wet spot on her pink panties. "Do-Don't stare." She managed to let out.

This made Daniela chuckle. "Oh, no. I was just thinking how would I rip this shit off."

Without a word, Daniela reached out and quickly teared Y/N's ruined panties. "Oops." She said with a lustful grin.

Daniela didn't waste a second to dive inside Y/N's folds, making the girl suddenly put her hands on her head due to the pleasure she caused.

Her tongue lapped every juice Y/N produced, swirling in tight circles on the bundle of nerves. She flicked her clit using the tip of her tongue, enjoying the other one squirm beneath her.

To be honest, she's a messy eater. She's not only drunk on alcohol, but she's also drunk on Y/N's pussy. She ate her member with her full mouth, switching between sucking and flicking her clit.

These actions made Y/N sensitive. Daniela took this opportunity to flatten her tongue against her pussy, dragging a long lick starting down and up to her clit.

Y/N arched and moaned very loudly, increasing her grip on the Latina's hair.

She really lost it now that Daniela was thrusting her tongue inside Y/N's folds, swirling around her walls. Her hand came up to massage her bean tight and rough.

Y/N was now bucking her hips, overwhelmed by the pleasure she was receiving. She gripped the sheets beneath her as she moaned uncontrollably.

"Fu-fuck! C-close!" She exclaimed, which made Daniela pull away.

Y/N whined at the sudden loss of sensation. "Why did you stop?" She asked before groaning, her cunt grinding against the air, hoping for friction.

"This is a reminder for you that I hate you. I hate that you fucking loved me." There goes another humiliating sentence from Daniela. This just made Y/N more eager for her release.

Daniela removed her clothes in a hurry, only leaving on her short skirt. "It must be a shame if your past self knew that you're fucking your best friend, and guess what, you're the sub!"

She grabbed Y/N's legs down before settling on her thigh. You can feel her slick on your skin as she starts to grind rashly. Her hands automatically flew over Daniela's hips, helping her to find more friction.

Daniela let out her sultry and loud noises, not caring if they could be heard by the other members.

"You damn slut," moan. "Always so—" moan. "Ready to please me," moan.

Y/N bit her lips as she watched her Latina in awe. Her hands then reached the cute, perky breasts she had. She pulls Daniela's chest over her face as she starts to suck on the swelling peaks.

"Mhff!" The Latina moaned even louder as she felt her release nearing.

Before she could even orgasm, she gathered her strength and suddenly got off to grab Y/N's leg. Daniela pushed it aside to place her own cunt on top of her member's.

The two women moaned at the contact of each other's swelling and needy pussies, their juices mixing. Daniela initiated moving her hips, putting in a lot of work to hate Y/N.

Y/N, on the other hand, tries to move. The pleasure is just too strong, so she let the Latina do all the work; her hips don't lie, after all.

The scene in the room was euphoric as it filled with the smell of sex—and maybe a bit of yearning. Two girls could be seen scissoring on top of a bed with their skirts still on.

One word: messy.

Daniela's face was now as red as Y/N's. Their mascara and eyeliner were running down their eyes, as well as the lipstick that was smudged on their lips. Their juices reached their thighs as they exchanged saliva. The Latina leaned in to catch Y/N's mouth, making out with her as if there would be no tomorrow.

"I'm gonna— gonna cum," Y/N whimpered in between kisses.

"I want to feel your cum against mine, baby," Daniela managed to reply. "Please, come with me."

Their kiss was filled with desire and passion, the warmth and love they buried months ago now resurfacing.

They came both at the same time, releasing loud groans and moans. Y/N didn't know Daniela was a squirter, so she's a little surprised when a flush of liquid comes showering her, making the sheets drenched beneath them.

Daniela fell down on Y/N's chest. She had stamina—earned from her dances—but for now, she was too tired to have another round, partly due to the alcohol. She closed her eyes as Y/N took care of her.

Even if Y/N was tired herself, she reached out for the tissue on her nightstand without slipping Daniela off. She then wiped them both clean, shooting the crumpled tissue into the trash bin like a basketball player right after. She pulled the blankets over their naked and vulnerable bodies.

Y/N looked down at her chest to admire the sleeping Aphrodite above her.

"I hope you won't get out of my arms when I wake up like you did months ago," she mumbled to Daniela before softly kissing her forehead.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to follow Daniela to dreamland. They were both satisfied with how the night ended up—even without admitting it.

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The next morning, Y/N opened her eyes and was thankful that Daniela was still beside her. She was curled in a ball like a cat sleeping. The large amount of vodka definitely did its work.

Y/N couldn’t help but press a soft kiss on her forehead like she did last night. Maybe this was closure for her—if it really was closure.

She then rubbed her eyes, trying to get the sleep off. She was also thankful that she didn’t drink too much. No hangovers, unlike her member, which meant she could take care of her. Yay!

Y/N then sat up, looking around the room. She noticed the clothes they were once wearing last night on the floor. Damn, they really did enjoy it.

As she turned her head, she saw two meals, two glasses of water, and medicine—probably for the hangover—on a tray with a note beside it.

She managed to reach out and grab the note without having to stand up.

“Even though you two were loud last night, here’s for you two. — Sophia.”

The content of the note made Y/N’s face flush, knowing that (all) the members now knew what was going on between them.

She couldn’t help but fall face-first into the pillow and groan quietly. This was really embarrassing—especially since her members were such teases.

When Y/N grabbed the pillow to properly let her embarrassment out, she noticed a sky-blue envelope that looked like a letter underneath it.

"Huh?" she muttered confusedly, grabbing it as she sat up again.

"From Avanzini."

Oh.

That’s why she was here last night.

Y/N thought.

[dxrlingluv]

ahem ahem *hold the mic*

size kink w zeus or Poseidon x short/ fem reader

*drops the mic and run away*

My Little Mortal

A/N : I don’t know how to go about this, but slay. Thank you so much for requesting!

WARNING : Fem!Reader, NSFW / Smut, size kink, size difference, slight dacryphilia, breeding kink (Poseidon), possessive behavior, overstimulation, slight degradation, praise kink, light fear kink (Poseidon), orgasm control / edging (implied), rough sex, mild dub-con tones.

Word Count : 1.7k

ZEUS

You weren't supposed to wander that far up the mountain.

But your curiosity, much like the sudden lightning that cracked overhead, had a habit of striking before your senses caught up.

You'd heard the rumors. That the summit of Mount Olympus—its true summit—was hidden to mortals, cloaked by divine power. You didn't believe it, not really. Not until you stepped through that blinding mist and found yourself face to chest with a man.

No. A god.

"Lost, little one?"

His voice thundered, low and velvety, carrying more power in its roll than the stormclouds brewing behind him. His smile, though, was sharp—playful, hungry. Zeus stood there, tall as the sky, broad as a temple's pillars, and you... you barely reached his ribs.

You should've run. Should've apologized. But you just stared.

"I—I didn't mean to—"

Zeus leaned down, silver curls tumbling forward, his golden eyes glowing like twin suns. His index finger traced your jaw, tilting your chin up, forcing you to crane your neck just to meet his gaze.

"Didn't mean to?" he echoed, amused. "You climbed a divine mountain, walked into my domain uninvited, and dared to look at me like that. Either you're incredibly brave..." His grin widened. "Or you're begging for trouble."

His finger trailed lower, down your throat, pausing over your fluttering pulse.

You swallowed.

"I didn't mean to disturb—"

"Oh, but you did. And now..." He straightened to his full, towering height, looking down at you like you were a curiosity. "You'll have to face the consequences."

Your breath hitched as he extended his hand. Lightning crackled at his fingertips—not threatening, but pulsing with heat. You hesitated. Then, without fully understanding why, you took it.

In a flash, you were no longer on the mountain.

The air changed. The ground beneath you became plush, silken, impossibly soft. You blinked up and realized you were now in a chamber—gilded, glowing, ancient. The clouds floated beneath the marble floor, and stormlight flickered along the walls.

Zeus circled you like a predator, unhurried.

"You're so... small," he murmured, voice thick with interest. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to hold back around creatures like you?"

His hand slid around your waist. His fingers spanned your entire back, the contrast in size sending heat pooling in your core. His palm covered almost your whole torso.

"I won't break," you whispered, unsure where the courage came from.

A beat of silence. Then, a dark chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"Oh, darling. I very much intend to test that theory."

You gasped as your back hit the bed—a bed larger than any you'd ever seen. Zeus hovered above you, the god of thunder himself, every inch of him carved like lightning had shaped him personally. He removed his robe slowly, deliberately, watching your reactions like he was reading your soul.

And when he bared himself to you—massive, overwhelming—you went still.

He was enormous. Divine in every sense. Every part of him radiated power. Including that part.

Zeus noticed the way your legs clenched.

"Too much?" he teased.

You licked your lips, heart pounding. "We'll see."

The first touch was electric—literally. Sparks danced along your skin wherever he kissed, wherever he dragged his tongue. His hands explored every curve of your body, worshipping you with godly reverence and unrelenting need. He whispered about how soft you were, how easily he could pick you up, how irresistible your mortal heat was compared to the cold of Olympus.

When he slid his fingers into you—just two—you arched off the bed, already stretched. Already trembling.

"So tight," he purred. "You'll barely be able to take me."

"Then go slow."

"Oh no, little one," he growled. "You came all this way. Let's see if your mortal body can handle the storm."

And when he finally pressed himself against you, large and pulsing, your fingers dug into his shoulders. The stretch was unbearable. Euphoric. A blend of too much and not enough.

You cried out. He grunted, pressing kisses to your jaw, your collarbone, your breasts.

"That's it. Take me. Let me ruin that tiny body."

Your nails scraped his skin—his glowing, godly skin—and he didn't stop. He moved deep, slow, savoring every trembling gasp, every whimper. Your moans echoed like thunder across the divine walls. His thrusts were careful, but intense, rocking the entire chamber, shaking the clouds themselves.

"You feel me here?" he asked, one massive palm pressing gently against your lower belly.

You nodded, tears pricking your eyes from the pressure.

"Good. That's where I belong."

The pleasure mounted, violent and crackling. His size, his power, the way he overwhelmed your senses—it all built like a storm rolling in.

"Come for me," he whispered, "Come with your god inside you."

And you shattered.

The lightning outside exploded in tandem with your cries, a divine orgasm ripping through you as Zeus held you tightly, possessively. He spilled into you with a roar of satisfaction, like the thunderclap announcing victory.

After, as your body curled against his massive frame, he chuckled into your hair.

"Next time, mortal," he said, voice still rumbling with pleasure, "Don't pretend you got lost. Just come straight to me."

You smiled against his chest, knowing there would be a next time.

POSEIDON

The sea had always called to you.

You didn't know why. You weren't a sailor. You weren't raised by the shore. Yet you found yourself there every week—ankles in the surf, wind in your hair, heart aching with a longing you couldn't name.

It was on the seventh visit that the ocean answered back.

A wave surged suddenly—not crashing, but rising. Towering. Impossible. You stumbled back, eyes wide. The wave shimmered unnaturally, its crest shaped like a hand before it split... and from it emerged a man.

No. A god.

Poseidon.

He stepped onto the shore like he owned it—because he did. The ocean churned behind him, obeying every motion of his bare, salt-kissed skin. He was colossal. Muscles like waves sculpted from stone, his long dark hair dripping seawater onto his broad shoulders. He looked down at you, eyes glowing the color of deep ocean trenches.

"You've been calling me," he said, voice dark and guttural, echoing like a tide in your bones.

You swallowed hard. "I haven't—"

"You have," he growled, stepping closer. The sand trembled under his weight. "Every time you stood at the edge. Every time you begged silently for more. You summoned me."

Your heart thundered. "I didn't mean to."

Poseidon smirked.

"Good. Because now you're mine."

You were in the water before you realized he'd moved—before you could move. The ocean had reached out, cradling you, dragging you under but not drowning you. You weren't cold. You weren't even wet. The sea bent itself to his will—and Poseidon bent you to his.

The chamber you now found yourself in wasn't made of marble or stone. It was made of coral and light, glowing with bioluminescent blues and greens. Pearls dotted the walls, and water moved like curtains around you.

Poseidon stood before you, dripping, divine, and devastatingly large.

You could feel his power rolling off him in waves. It wasn't just divine—it was feral. Ancient. Primordial.

"You're so small," he muttered, lifting you up like you weighed nothing. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open in the air. "So breakable. So... tempting."

He pressed you against the smooth wall of sea glass and let your legs dangle around his waist. His hips slotted between yours naturally, and you gasped at the thickness of him pressing into your soaked core.

You felt dwarfed, tiny, consumed. And gods, you wanted more.

"You're trembling," he whispered, licking along your jaw. "Are you afraid?"

You were.

And aroused.

Poseidon grinned, as if he tasted your fear.

"Good."

When he finally pushed into you—slowly, inch by thick, overwhelming inch—you cried out.

It hurt.

It burned.

But you never wanted him to stop.

"You'll take it," he growled into your throat. "All of it. I'll stretch this mortal cunt until you can only breathe through me."

He filled you too deep. Too wide. His cock throbbed inside you as your muscles clamped tight around him, struggling to adjust. Your back arched against the wall, but he held you firmly in place, one massive hand splayed across your belly.

"Look at that," he murmured, almost proud. "I can see myself through you."

Your eyes rolled back.

"Too much?" he mocked, but his voice softened slightly. He kissed your collarbone, then the top of your breasts. "You'll get used to it."

He pulled back—almost out—then slammed forward.

You screamed.

The ocean outside the coral chamber churned, glowing brighter.

He began to thrust, powerful and slow at first, watching the way your small frame absorbed every punishing roll of his hips. His grip bruised your thighs, his breath turned ragged, and you felt like you were being shattered and remade with each snap of his hips.

"You were made for this," he growled. "Made to be stretched open by a god. Mine. All mine."

You babbled something incoherent—his name, a plea, a moan—your voice wrecked by pleasure.

He bent forward, licking into your mouth like the sea itself was claiming you.

"I'll breed you full of me," he growled. "Mark you from the inside. Fill your tiny womb until it overflows. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Your hands dug into his shoulders. "Yes—please—Poseidon—!"

He fucked you like the tide—unrelenting, rhythmic, rising. Your body barely kept up, and when your orgasm hit, it cracked through your spine like lightning.

But Poseidon wasn't done.

He kept going—harder, deeper, overwhelming—and you felt yourself falling apart again, sobbing his name, your body shaking from the intensity. He chased his own climax with primal abandon, hips stuttering as he spilled into you with a roar that made the entire ocean quake.

When it ended, he held you.

Tight. Possessive. Breathing hard.

Your body trembled in his arms—sore, overstretched, and impossibly full.

He kissed your temple.

"You're mine now," he whispered. "And I'll drown any who touch you."

[mbruben-stein]

Being a Weasley and dating Draco Malfoy would include.

Dating Draco Malfoy as a Weasley would be nothing short of revolutionary. As Ron's twin sister with the trademark Weasley red hair and fierce Gryffindor spirit, your relationship with Draco would begin during those tumultuous years between sixth and seventh year - right when he was beginning to crack under Voldemort's pressure and question everything he'd been raised to believe. You'd be the one to see past his crumbling facade, recognizing the terrified boy beneath the Death Eater's mark. Your natural Weasley compassion would draw you to him during his most vulnerable moments, perhaps catching him in a rare moment of breakdown in an empty corridor or abandoned classroom. The initial attraction would be forbidden and intense, built on stolen glances across the Great Hall and secret meetings in hidden alcoves of the castle.

The secrecy would be both thrilling and torturous. Sneaking around Hogwarts to meet Draco would become second nature - you'd know every secret passage and hidden room by heart. Your relationship would deepen through whispered conversations about his fears, his regrets, and his growing realization that everything he'd been taught was wrong. You'd be his anchor during the darkest period of his life, the one person who could reach him when everyone else saw only the Malfoy heir. The contrast between your warm, accepting nature and his cold, guarded exterior would create an irresistible pull. He'd find himself craving your laugh, your touch, the way you'd run your fingers through his hair and tell him he was more than his family's expectations.

Ron's discovery would be explosive. As your twin, he'd sense something was off long before catching you together. The confrontation would be legendary - probably involving hexes, shouting, and him demanding to know if you'd been Confunded. "Have you completely lost your mind? He's a Death Eater! He tried to kill Dumbledore!" Ron's protective instincts would go into overdrive, and he'd probably try to get Harry and Hermione to stage an intervention. The betrayal he'd feel wouldn't just be about Draco being a Slytherin or a former enemy - it would be about you hiding such a monumental secret from him when you'd shared everything since birth.

Fred and George's reaction would be surprisingly complex. While they'd initially resort to pranks and jokes - probably sending Draco Howlers filled with joke products or charming his robes to display embarrassing messages - they'd eventually become some of your most understanding allies. Their natural curiosity about people would lead them to actually observe Draco around you, and they'd be among the first to notice how he'd changed. "Bloody hell, he actually makes her happy," one would mutter to the other. They'd still torment him relentlessly, but it would shift from genuine malice to protective big brother testing. They'd probably corner him with some variation of "hurt her and we'll make your life a living nightmare, but we can see she cares about you, so don't mess this up."

Ginny would be your fiercest defender within the family. Having faced her own complicated relationships and understanding what it meant to see past someone's reputation, she'd support you even when it was difficult. She'd be the one to point out to your brothers that people can change, that love doesn't always make sense, and that judging you for your choices wasn't fair. Ginny would probably be your confidante, the one you'd go to when the family pressure became too much. She'd also be instrumental in helping the family see Draco as he truly was rather than who he used to be, often saying things like "if she's happy and he treats her well, isn't that what matters?"

Your older brothers would each handle it differently. Bill, with his experience dealing with prejudice due to his scars, would be more open-minded after the initial shock, eventually judging Draco by his actions rather than his past. Charlie would be skeptical but fair, probably threatening Draco in his straightforward way but willing to give him a chance. Percy, ever the rule-follower, would struggle the most with the social implications and family reputation, but his love for you would eventually win out. He'd probably be the one to research Draco's war record and family history, ultimately concluding that his post-war actions showed genuine change.

Your parents' reaction would be heartbreaking initially. Molly would cry - not from anger, but from fear for your safety and confusion about how this happened. She'd worry about the social implications, the danger, and whether you truly understood what you were getting into. Arthur, despite his fascination with all things Muggle having put him at odds with pure-blood supremacists like the Malfoys, would be surprisingly thoughtful. He'd want to understand how this relationship developed and what you saw in Draco. The turning point would likely come when they saw you together - how gentle Draco was with you, how he'd stand up to his own family's disapproval for you, and how genuinely happy you were.

Eventually, your relationship would become a symbol of healing and change. The Weasley family's acceptance of Draco would represent everything the wizarding world needed after the war - forgiveness, second chances, and the power of love to overcome prejudice. Family dinners would be awkward at first, with Draco sitting stiffly at the Burrow's kitchen table while your brothers glared at him, but gradually he'd find his place. He'd help your mother with dishes, discuss Quidditch strategy with your father, and slowly prove that he was worthy of their daughter's love. Your red hair and his platinum blonde would become a symbol of unity, showing that even the most unlikely love could flourish when two people were willing to grow and change together.

[bizships]

I will give you that, but knowing how RB is as a person, it’s a wonder Chakotay is as beautiful a character as he is. (They’re polar opposites. And that’s all I’ll say on the subject.)

In Universe, Kathryn was compromised the moment she cried and *initiated* the handhold in Resolutions after he basically told her that he loved her surrounded by his legend. In that last moment before they left New Earth, we see her looking over her vegetable garden with utter devastation on her face.

They were both compromised when they sat on the bridge side by side, clenching the hands they once held into fists.

By Scorpion and her comment “Three years ago I didn’t even know your name. Today I can’t imagine a day without you.” Was her telling him that she loved him, couched in her own way of saying it. Especially from that moment on she was compromised, so yes, it made no sense that they didn’t have an official relationship.

Except, I think they did. It wasn’t fully sexual, because they both had a job to do. But, it was a relationship nonetheless. And it’s fairly obvious that they settled into this non-marriage marriage around 5th season. There’s a scene, (I can’t remember the episode) where they’re talking in her quarters, and she puts on her jacket and leaves. He did not follow. That says either, they’re practically living together or she’s so comfortable with him that she has no problem leaving him alone in her quarters.

Coda, he carried that rose unapologetically across the bridge because that wasn’t the back door that he entered her ready room from. They’re comfortable with everyone else knowing they’ve got a thing happening.

The handhold and watching each other as she left the bridge in Unimatrix Zero. That wasn’t hidden. He’d called her Kathryn at least twice in front of Seven, so it’s not like Seven didn’t know.

The hand on her leg/knee on the bridge at the end of Shattered where he reminded her they still haven’t finished dinner.

His comment to past her in Shattered about some barriers they haven’t crossed. (Actually saying I love you, and a fully sexual relationship. Every other barrier they’d leapt over gladly)

They were in a committed relationship by then and were not being secretive about it. It just wasn’t sexual. And for them at that time, it was perfectly fine. They had all they needed in each other.

And I do agree that it was open in that neither had issues with the other getting that sex elsewhere. They were completely comfortable in their own relationship that it wasn’t an issue.

But then the idiocy happened with Seven. It was blatantly out of character for them both. And that’s what makes it even worse. Seven knew that he and Kathryn were clearly a thing. Chakotay, as a character, would have never compromised his relationship with Kathryn like that.

It would have made more sense, if he was helping Seven with her socialization, by having dinner, or going on a “date” with her fully knowing nothing more could come of it. Because once Doc admitted that he loved her, things got awkward there. It makes sense for her to choose another safe choice. And Chakotay was safe because he was already in a committed relationship with another woman.

That would have made it tolerable, but instead we have the stupid bet and a forced “love” that made absolutely no sense for either of the characters involved.

And Chakotay was so sad about the news, I'm sure he opened a bottle of champagne later.

Oh, Kathryn, that's so sad, I'm so sorry your engagement ended… *trying to fake sadness while planning the wedding*

[lover-of-mine]

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/765462292829700096/httpswwwtumblrcomlover-of-mine76546098972450

Oh that is.. wow.

Yeah ok this is definitely a lot worse then the one I sent in 💀

Was Oliver tagged in this one too? The poor man. He just wants to kiss his muse and is trapped in nepo baby hell instead 😭

Oh yeah. And Oliver was definitely tagged too. Someone free him.

[gojoest]

[friedesgreatscythe]

see i didn't even realize that he was intended to just be a copypasta of gustave when he arrived! like yeah, gameplay wise of course he is, but for me that didn't register because story-wise i was thinking ok, gustave is gone, now verso is here--now we continue. things have changed, we have someone new, and we press on. but that is just my response to grief and loss in life: it hurts and i love them, and they're gone. i'm still here, and i have to carry on. plus i had no idea people were rejecting him simply because he wasn't gustave.

as far as my own experience playing the game goes, i found that the more time i spent with verso, the more real he became to me! more than gustave, honestly (which isn't disparaging gustave: the tragedy of his death is how little time we had with him). verso's detachment from the man whose name he had and face he wore only proved to me that he was his own person, with his own memories, his own experiences, his own feelings, his own perspectives, so desperate to make his own choices, especially the ONE CHOICE that mattered the most. he was created to be someone else, was rejected as what he was made to be, and so he simply became... Other. he became his own self, and ultimately it wasn't something he could bear to be anymore (because look at what he had to do! look at what was done to him!).

our verso was partly shaped by both the cruelty of his creation and the cruelty of his rejection, sure, but he was also shaped by everything that came after his rebellion from renoir! it was his choice, utterly. his choice, no one else's. and that is reminiscent to how traumatized people have to struggle with their identity in the aftermath of their trauma: are you defined by what happened to you? or are you defined by your choices about how to handle them, grow from them, feel about them, etc.?

speaking as someone who has endured repeated trauma, it's so hard to even look at yourself and see a person separate from what was done to you. how can i be anything other than what i've experienced? i am someone that something has happened to--of course it's a part of me. but that's just it! it's just a part. it's a part of me and apart from me. there is someone beyond that. there has always been someone beyond that, greater than that, and the verso we know in game has already gone beyond the original verso because the original verso never had the experiences our verso has.

people who insist on the personhood of the people of lumiere yet not verso's are missing out on the glaring point that verso is real too. the one we know, the one we travel with and grow to know (and are betrayed by! it can only hurt if you trusted someone first!). he's real enough to love and lose and mourn. he's real enough that his absence is itself proof of his life--does that make sense? something can only die if it was once alive. death is a proof of life.

verso's name means the opposite, a hidden side of a piece of art, a page in a notebook, a mask, but that's the the thing! you can look at verso, at his name, at his face, and think 'oh okay he's just a flipped copy of something else,' but no! you can also look at his name and see what is on the opposite side: a person! his own person! with his own memories mixed in with the original verso. if our verso is meant to be the 'reverse' of something, then the original verso is a reverse of him. what is the opposite of an opposite? the obverse, what we can see. and what can we see? our verso. that aline cannot is a tragedy. that renoir does not is meant as a kindness (and certainly doesn't seem to be received that way).

let me try to reword it so it doesn't sound so incoherent: our verso was made to be a reflection, a copy, of what aline wanted from the original verso, but who he becomes in the narrative turns this idea around. the verso we get to know flips this idea, making him original to us, and the dessendre's verso the opposite, the reverse. we never get to know original verso--he's just the back-facing side, the thing we never get to see. meanwhile, our verso is just that: ours. the one we see, the one we know. if we can accept maelle in act three as both alicia and maelle, someone with memories of both lives, people can certainly look at verso and see him as just that: verso, both front and back. the visual differences are certainly less obvious than those between alicia and maelle, but they're there. and the differences beneath the surface are just as significant.

but of course, this doesn't even get into how our verso sees himself, or if it's enough that he has had his own life, with his own choices, with his own experiences, etc. yeah, all these things happened, but is that reason enough for him to change how he feels about existing? is that reason enough to change what he wants? without getting too deep into that subject, as harrowing as it is to imagine a character looking you in the eye after you've insisted, again and again, that they are a real person, that they are their own life, and have them say, "and i'm tired of it and don't want it anymore," that's still something you have to hear. maybe you don't like it! maybe you don't agree with it! but death is a choice like any other, and if death is a proof of life then our verso wanting to die is him asserting his identity, his personhood, that he is indeed alive. it is someone with an allegorical experience to trauma saying, "i choose what happens to me, and i define myself by that choice." whether or not the player respects or agrees with that choice is another matter entirely.

(please don't feel like i'm arguing with you, OP. your post gave me an idea and i wanted to run with it.)

It still breaks my heart that Verso is and always will be a replacement

For the Dessendres, he is Verso's replacement. He is the brother and the son they lost. And yet he isn't. He looks like Verso, (probably) acts like Verso, but he will always be lacking. And, even subconsciously, the Dessendres know this. Clea and Renoir reject him outwardly as family, while Aline and Alicia are obsessed with making him the Verso they want to remember.

But the worst thing is, Verso is also a replacement for us, the players. He replaces Gustave, he takes his weapons, some of his abilities. He takes over as Maelle's brother figure. So many players reject him immediately just because they loved Gustave and want him back. They hate Verso not because of who he is, but who he isn't.

Verso isn't his own person, in universe and for the players.

[daffodil--lament]

look i figured out how to put this post underwater

my personal opinions and interpretations of a piece of literature are incoming. this is me nitpicking but: by the end of the first ghost scrooge is already ashamed of himself and looking toward change and when the third ghost comes he assumes that theyre looking upon a future in which he has changed so he's terrified and devastated when he sees the reactions to his death because he doesn't know if the scrooge they know in a year's time is one who has changed, or one who has changed enough.

like yes i do think that seeing his own miserable lonely celebrated death is vital to the man he becomes on christmas morning BUT. it's not just that. scrooge's fatal flaw isn't just greed, it's isolation and indifference. seeing that there is tenderness and love in this world not far from him is as important as watching his own kin disregard him as lost and loathsome.

that's why, in my mind, seeing how loved tiny tim is, understanding the love and faith and perseverance of the Cratchits as well as his own hand in continuing their poverty and illness, and being struck with the abject tragedy of tim's (really quite preventable) death changes him as much as the businessmen's jokes about him do.

i think what the point one might make here comes down to the fact that it isnt until scrooge is confronted by the reality of the suffering he is enabling that he understands how badly he needs to make a change. he knew Bob Cratchit is poor, I'm sure, but he was able to ignore that fact until the spirits show him the Cratchits' home and their malnourished children. Healthcare CEOS see that every day, they arent ignorant. healthcare companies actively fight to keep people in poverty and sickness. so maybe they're way more evil than Scrooge, who's to say

[painom]

hellooo ( ￣▽￣)

first of all thank u for replying to my ask~

i just have a question to ask since it's been bugging me but--

i want to know your thoughts on xiao? like, your characterizations, headcannons, something

i've been progressing my friendship with him and i've been reading all of his character stories. i just want to hear about him from your perspective because i feel like you get people/characters really well~

Oooh honestly Xiao is a hard one. I do a lot of my analyses based upon the performance of the voice actor and what is said, but the EN directors really jumbled Xiao's personality and translation at first making him come across as much more moody than he is meant to be. A lot of his true personality is hidden solely within the CN text, not properly translated into English.

That being said, it's hard to put into words exactly, but my reading on him is that he's a very tired and weary person. He's lived a long life. He is devoted to his duty. But at the same time, I don't think he'd necessarily fight and try to deny death if it came his way. So many people he has loved and have fought by his side have left. He's the last one of his kind. He's running on borrowed time. Let the boy rest.

At least, that's the vibe I got from Xiao before he met the Traveler. The person he shows to the Traveler is different. This is a Xiao hesitantly opening himself to the outside world. One that's not blocking out everyone that comes his way. While I wouldnt say that he's necessarily "curious" about humans, he's become more.......... Idk the right word. I wouldn't say "accepting" of them because he's never denied them. But he's not as quick to put up a wall.

On other notes though, this is more personal headcanons, but I feel that Xiao is a very pure and earnest person. Like I think back to that Lantern Rite where Zhongli tells Xiao to try out a kite (most likely to get him to relax and enjoy life a bit) and Xiao took it as an assignment and relayed his thoughts dutifully. I feel if you ever ask Xiao to do something as a joke, he probably would still do it to his very best.

At the point in Xiao's life now, I feel that he's like....... Slowly learning how to enjoy life. Flying kites, writing poems, enjoying food, remembering past friends—it's like for the first time in his life, he's doing things for himself, not his duty. And I think this is something he's never had before, even when the rest of the yaksha were around. Back then they gave him happiness. Now he's finding it on his own. Learning to have something to live for. Learning that he is actually a person and not a machine. Learning that he has the right to live.

At least that's my take on him. Admittedly I haven't done much of a study on him recently. There may be things that I have off because I'm going off solely from memory. Do you have any headcanons on him? I'd love to hear your thoughts to shape mine more. o3o

[angy-grrr]

I don’t get why ppl keep saying bkdk is dead or Horikoshi broke off bkdk. If that were true, this extra would look very different as you pointed out multiple times. The extra was still heavily focused on them and I hate how ppl are letting one no dictate the entire relationship. Izuku asks him to be a special lecturer too. I think the no just needs more clarification but other than that it is mostly fine. If a ship were to be shut down by the creator, it would look very different. Same logic for if a ship were to be canon, it would look different than what we got in the end for izu///ocha. This extra was bad in different ways from ships. It was just a whole lot of nothing that doesn’t meaningfully add anything to the story but I guess we shouldn’t be surprised since it is an extra. It is still an ambiguous ending that can be pretty fixable by one shots by Horikoshi in the future or even better by fanfiction lol. Except for the Toga part. That is just inexcusable

himiko-chan :(

and yeah! like even tho 431 is terrible not only for pairs but also for the whole story, it only confirmed Katsuki feels something really strong for deku and he doesnt notice bc he doesnt consider himself to be that great; they keep talking, and they keep being in each other's lives with no problem -they also imply they will work on communicating their feelings, as the special lecture is about this topic and deku also thinks katsuki doesnt see himself in a high regard. This is actually something that could be used in the future, as their relationship and arc isnt completely finished -in the way that they arent at a point of no miscommunication, no yearning, etc. They still need something to work with in regards to themselves and each other in the process. When it comes to midoriya and uraraka, idk what exactly could develop from what 431 tell us -seems to be mostly about paying attention to the ppl in your life instead of just letting life happen I guess? But idk what conversation or arc they could have together that wasn't resolved already, it was a really weird choice to focus on them as if there needs to be more explored -which is why choosing to not make them talk to each other nor think of the other in these years is potentially interesting, like the only way they could actually need to talk things up or have a separated special moment is if they just stop being friends and want to talk more from now on. Like, if they kept their friendship these years and were part of the other's life, there wouldnt be a moment like this at all.

I think it hurt mostly ochako -and deku if we interpret it as "deku just wants to be teacher, he is super happy about it, and loveeees so much his ex bestie after 8 years of no contact and never thinking about her"-, more than the bkdk relationship.

It would be interesting to see those one shots, if he does them -I know he said he wanted to do more things and little drawings and content for it, but idk if he will do something elaborate or just one page of something silly. I think he still has to opportunity of working with the material and make something at least not this bad -or completely ignore 431 and just continue with their adventures like 430 implies lol If he wants to double down with the "romance" I have no idea how he could do it with what he has tbh, unless he just ignores the plot and their personalities.

[symbioticsimplicity]

Y’all what if Lilith didn't choose to take a vaycay in Heaven? What if she got redeemed?

[treezxu]

raises my hand i actually like the concept of a shitty parent getting better i just hate when its used to be like "im good now so you should forgive me."

people grow and change and hurt people!!! and those hurt people deserve to move on without having to forgive their abuser!!!

[hiddenobject-fanblog]

i love the idea of curioso sitting on the couch watching cartoons and him singing from happiness is too cute 🤧

thank youu for gracing this niche fandom with your writing! ❤️

Thank *you*! I'm glad you're enjoying the story still..! <3

I can't wait for Curioso's past to come up, I have some personal headcanons + additions I've added to it that I'm dying to get to. Time and patience, thouuugh....