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â premise: forgetting your money for your dealer for the first time in a year sounds like a stroke of bad luck. only for you it seems quite the opposite.
â pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
â warnings: smut | 18+, high sex (just eddies high), bribery/sex as payment? (I did intend to write it as actual bribery than idk what happened), nicknames [favorite customer, dirty girl, baby], drugs [mention, use, buying], unprotected sex, sex outside/in the woods
â a/n: kinktober
Now technically you didn't actually need more weed, you had bought enough last time to last you the week. But god did you really badly wanna see your dealer. Eddie munson, everyone else called him a freak because of a game club he had and the way he dressed. But to you he was just so pretty you couldnât help it, you wanted to see him again, and you didnt wanna wait til next week. In your haste and dazed state daydreaming about your pretty dealer while getting ready, you space out and forget the most important thing. Your stupid money. It was a rookie mistake that you hadn't made sense the very first time you bought from Eddie. You were so nervous that remembering to bring your money left your head. He was so sweet about it, a small smirk on his face as he handed it to you anyway. âItâs on the house, first time customer and all, hands down the prettiest tooâ he winked playfully at you and you think you've been smitten with him ever since.
You had found out later on, Eddie never gave anybody weed âon the houseâ first time buying or not. You were still so lost in your head, excited to see him again that as you sat down at the meeting spot you had yet to realize you left your wallet on your dresser.
âThere's my favorite customerâ he beamed softly at you âI know I call you that but two deals in one week? That's a record for youâ he chuckled lightly, his voice breaking you from your thoughts as he emerged from the woods. You smile coyly at him in embarrassment. Your thighs clench together slightly at the sight of him, he had ditched his usual hellfire t-shirt for a black hoodie, keeping his regular black jeans. His eyes lidded with a slight red hue around them, making you realize you probably interrupted him in the middle of his session. As he sits down at the rundown picnic table he sets his regular lunchbox on the table. The idea of him always keeping his drugs in an old metal lunch box was funny to you, and oddly adorable. But youâd probably find anything he did cute, it was getting harder and harder to hide the massive crush you had on him. The flirty banter back and forth between the two of you only intensifies it tenfold.
âYeah I ran out a little faster than I thought I wouldâ you cringe a bit at how easily the white lie slipped through your teeth. It felt oddly wrong lying to Eddie. He tilts his head in a way that makes you think he doesn't believe you. Before you can jump to your defense heâs opening the metal box and pulling out the lunch baggie of your regular order from him. You didn't notice the missing wallet until it came time to look for it after he had handed over the little baggie. You barely took a glance at it, tucking it in a pocket of the bag you brought that laid on the ground leaning on the leg of the table.
âOh fuckâŠâ you cruse under your breathe and start double checking all your pockets though you didnt have many with the outfit you had on. You even check the few the bag had. No wallet to be found.
âLeft the money at home huh?â He questioned, cocking an eyebrow at your frantic searching of your clothes. In defeat after remembering it was last sitting on top of your dresser you sigh. âYeah.. fuck im sorry Edâsâ you pout slightly, you were always good about remembering it. Youâd even slip him cute, sometimes flirty little notes with the money for him to find when heâd get home. Back to being lost in your head you don't hear him getting up or coming around to sit next to you on your side of the table.
âYou knowâŠâ his voice startled you slightly, both the new unfamiliar tone to it as well as its proximity. He was leaning in closer, your body slowly on its own turning in his direction aching to be even closer. âYou could pay me in another way..â his hand was now drifting to rub over and up your thigh, his eyes flickering down to your lips.
You were fine just giving the baggie back you had enough left from the last deal or quickly running home for the money. But understanding quickly what heâs implying, you decided that his payment plan was a more enjoyable idea. Youâve been dying to kiss him, to get even just a little further with him than all the teasing flirty looks and words. Realizing you haven't stopped him, he finally leans in fully, his free hand coming up to grab your chin pulling your mouth against his. The kiss sparking a fire in the pit of your stomach as his lips molded with yours. With a small mumble, the words lost in your lips Eddie pulls you even closer, hands falling to your hips to pull you off the wooden seat and onto his lap.
In the heat of the moment your hips seem to have a mind of their own, absentmindedly rocking against Eddies. He pulls away slowly, leaving you with parted lips and lidded eyes panting softly. You could feel him under you growing harder by the passing second, he wanted you just as badly. Eddie felt like his skin was on fire everywhere your bodies were touching, his hazy and cloudy head from his high causing his senses to be heightened. Your own head still full of your fantasies and daydreams from earlier that you were desperate for something more. Running your hands down his chest they land on his belt and waist band of his jeans.
âNeed more EdâsâŠâ you whine, your pupils nearly just as dilated and blown as his, though for different reasons.
âOh fuck itâ he grunts and starts frantically undoing his belt buckle and the button to his jeans. Helping him along you lift your body off him, hovering still as you help him pull his pants halfway down his thighs.
You were smart enough to wear a skirt though this was the last thing you expected to happen. You just knew Eddie loved peaking at your ass as you walked away, so you always wore them when it was warm enough to meet up with him.
Pulling the bottom of his hoodie up a bit and pushing down his boxers after his jeans, he finally frees his cock and god it was just as pretty as you imagined. A happy trail leading down to it, the tip pink and leaking, a patch of black hair nestled at the base. Thoughts of moments like this fueled more than a few nights with your hands between your thighs. His hands return to your body, hiking your skirt up your hips he gawks at your soaked panties. âLook at my favorite customer being such a dirty girl, mighta thought you planned this all out if I didn't know any betterâ he groans, running his thumb through your slick folds, over your underwear. âWore a tiny little skirt and the prettiest panties for me, and look at emâ all soaked and ruined alreadyâ he chuckled and leaned in closer, his forehead pressed to yours, eyes fixed on yours. âI've barely touched you babyâ he coos and rubs small circles on your clit through the fabric.
âNeed you Eddie, please~â you huff out and gasp in pleasure at the little amount of attention he was giving your throbbing bundle of nerves. His hands on your body were giving you a better high than any drugs you had ever bought off him before, and were far more addictive. âTell me dirty girl, what exactly does my favorite customer need huh? I always aim to pleaseâ his voice has a sweet yet taunting edge to it, his thumb not stopping its teasing circles. His head shifts and his lips are ghosting over your own now. âEspecially youâŠâ he whispers as though it was a secret and there were other people around, though you both knew there wasn't anybody for miles in every direction.
âI need you inside me Edâs, need yaâ to fuck me so bad pleaseâ you whine and plead against his mouth as you try leaning forward to feel his kiss again. You let out a sharp gasp before you even make it to press your lips to his again. While you were begging, Eddie had pulled your panties to the side and with a sharp thrust he pushed all the way in to the hilt.
âHoly fuckâ he hissed through his teeth as your welcoming heat consumed his cock, your walls already squeezing around him. He sets his hands back up on your hips, trying to hold you still to give himself a second to calm down. It was pathetic but he knew he wasnât gonna last that long, especially not with how long he's wanted this coupled with all his nerves on high alert from the weed in his system that wasn't wearing off any time soon. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you finally lean all the way forward and kiss him frantically and deeply. Hips rocking against his, the thick vein running along the side of his shaft dragging along your walls as your hips rise and drop. Teeth clashing together as you make out, tongues sliding around and fighting for dominance. Your one hand travels up threading your fingers through his mess of hair.
âJust like that babyâ he groans in the kiss, fingers digging into your hips as he does his best to hold out. You already weren't all that far behind him, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside you tightening that knot in the pit of your stomach faster and faster.
Eddie pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath, his eyes squeezed shut as his head falls back when your hand comes down and nails scratch over his exposed lower stomach.
âFuck why havent we been doinâ this every time you buy from me huh?, feel sâgoodâ he grunts and thrusts his hips up to meet yours as you bounce down. Your ass bouncing off his thighs making an obscene and filthy slapping noise that drowns out the melodic sounds of nature. âScrew money baby, just want this pussy as payment instead. Want it all the time god~â he rambled off as you continued riding him, your hips moving fast and frenziedly chasing your high.
âGonna- fuck im gonna cum Edâs, baby shitâ you let out a wanton moan when he starts abusing your clit with his thumb, rubbing circles like before though this time with no barrier. âCum baby, cum on this dick dirty girl come onâ he eggs you on as he speeds up his thumb making your legs shake slightly and the bouncing and rocking of your hips falter.
With a moan loud enough you swore you scared birds away, the knot in your stomach snaps and your climax crashes over you. Your cunt squeezes Eddie's cock and as he watches your body shake as you cum, his own climax hits him like a truck. Thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside you.
After a few moments pass, letting the two of you catch your breaths and your highâs wash over you. Eddie speaks up. âYou know, I was only intending the different payment to be a kissâ he chuckles softly, his cheeks flushed. Your eyes snap up to his, your mouth agape. âI- wellâ you try speaking but he cuts you off with a belly laugh. âBaby it's all good, this was much better payment. Pay me like this from now on okay?â He lowered his voice again, the softness making your body turn to mush in his arms that he wraps around you.
âAnd uh hey could you pull the baggie i gave you out again, there's something you missed about itâ he sounded nervous all of a sudden. You give him a questioning look before leaning over a bit and pulling it out of your bag that laid on the ground.
As you pulled it out you noticed writing that you hadn't before on it. The bag read âwanna go out on a date with me?â In Eddie's chicken scratch version of a handwriting.
A big smile spreads on your face and you look back up at him. âWell?â He questions, a nervous edge to his voice still, did he really think you'd say no? âEddie, what do you think the answer isâ you motion down with your eyes to where your bodies are still connected, his limp cock still buried inside you twitches a bit.
âSo it's a yes?â He smiles softly and leans up ready to kiss you once again, he never wants to stop now that he gets to. You give him a nod and chuckle softly.
â a/n: yes this is the clichĂ© âyou can pay me another wayâ typa fic lol. i just really liked the idea, the name is also a play on quid pro quo if you didnt get that.
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landoscar hires their girl as their personal assistant so she will quit her job and travel with them đȘŒđȘŒđȘŒ
Im sorry but i just COULDN'T help but turn this into dark!landoscar đ.
Lando and Oscar who love their girlfriend so, so much. They were so beyond obsessed with her and they would never even dream about doing ANYTHING to ever hurt her.
Except.. maybe they could and maybe they actually were planning something that would definitely, definitely hurt you but.. in the end it would all be for the better!!!
It all started when you missed a mclaren 1-2 because you just couldn't miss some important bullshit at work and they had to end the race weekend with their painfully aching cocks thrusting up into their hands instead of into you.
So they decided on something very evil together on the way home, something they knew they should feel guilty for but they really couldn't bring themselves to care.
So as soon as they got home they made a note to fill your needy cunt up so many times, your tight hole was literally pushing out their cum as you squeezed around their tongues, whimpering and whining out your little praises and congratulations between desperate pleas of their names.
And once they were finally done with you, they tucked you in, kissing your forehead and letting you doze off, all innocent smiles and cuddles.
But once you were finally out, Oscar grabbed your phone from the bedside table, quickly finding the your boss' number and sending the most heinous things he could possibly think of before handing the phone to Lando to do the same.
So it was more than expected when you got home the next day hours early, sobbing about being fired, how you didn't even understand what you did.
Good thing they deleted the messages.
Oscar took you into his big strong arms as lando pressed soft kisses to your neck and shoulders, both of them cooing about how everything will be ok.
It took a few hours before lando finally slipped the idea into conversation, lightheartedly mentioning how at least now you could come to their races with them.
You quickly realized, maybe it was all for the better. You could depend on your boyfriends, they had more than enough money to support you. You didn't need to have a job, you could always rely on them.
You went to bed, tears dried and heart full, so beyond grateful for your sweet boyfriends who were always there for you <3
And the next time oscar and lando got a 1-2, they had you there cheering them on and giving them something much better to come back to the hotel to.
Lando gripped your hips from behind, using his bruising hold on you to slam his hips into you, until his dick was so deep inside you, his leaky tip was drooling in your tummy.
And oscar was so deep in your throat, you were drooling and sputtering as his hands in your hair moved in tandem with landos to push you up and down their fat cocks.
You were so cockdrunk. Your brain was so hazy and broken and your eyes were so teary, you couldn't even notice the little smirk lando and oscar gave eachother. They both smugly looked at eachother, knowing you would never ever know the way they flipped your entire life upside down. Now, you could forever be their sweet little cockslut, completely and utterly dependent on them forever. <3
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part one: here || part two: money power glory
Summary_when Coriolanus promised to split the plinth prize with his best friend, he didnât knew that would be enough reason for Dr. Gaul to transform you into an experiment.
Warnings_bff to enemies, asshole Coryo, violence, mutations, angst, fluff.
Note_ im back to my coriolanus shit, and nothing just listen to valley of the dolls and girl
âȘ â« Coryo playlist â° Index (+ fics here)
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It was a dry fall day when Coriolanus and his family ran out of cabbage and potatoes. He was to go to Pluribus Bell and trade some belongings for food. He was a kid, and he had been struggling for a very long time now. The Capitol was slowly making its way back to what it was before the war, but it was taking longer than expected.
Tigris was out, trying to trade some of the gold earrings from Grandmaâam for wood, for the upcoming winter.
At the rough age of twelve, Coriolanus Snow had been growing impatient to get older, get into University, and give his family a better life. He already knew how to disguise his lack of wealth and how to fit in with his classmates. Coriolanus had no friends, just people to blend in.
He carefully closed the door from Pluribusâ place when someone opened the door from inside, pulling him backward, and making him trip.
âOh my goodness, Iâm so sorry- Coriolanus Snow?â He heard a soft female voice and when he stood up, he finally saw you.
âY/n?âŠâ He grew worried, wondering if any other classmates were around, hoping to be wrong, as he didnât want to be seen.
âHiâŠâ you awkwardly said.
Coriolanus was indifferent to you. He disliked how he often heard you gossiping with your friends. He disliked how you always participated in debates and readings, finding it annoying. And most important, he knew you were born capitol but your family was once District 1 generations ago. You were no daughter of elite members.
âWhat are you doing here?â The boy asked.
You werenât expecting to see him there. Pluribusâ customers were always⊠poor people, hungry. So when you saw the brown bag with two cabbages and some potatoes in Coriolanusâ bag, you didnât even need to question.
âI come here to trade my motherâs designs for food.â Coriolanus never thought you were in a situation similar to him.
âMy father served in the war, he got injured and couldnât keep working, and my mother quit her job to take care of him. We donât have much but we are survivingâŠâ you added shamelessly, Coriolanus was jealous that you werenât afraid of revealing the truth, something he couldnât.
âI wonât tell anyone I saw you here, Coriolanus. If thatâs what you wantâ you added after seeing him judging you quietly, giving a cold look. You had the idea of him being serious and a young man of few words, no doubt he was.
âCan I trust you?â He asked, thinking he sounded so dumb.
âI have no reason to spread details of your life. So yes, you can trust meâŠâ
âOkayâŠâ
âI live on the CorsoâŠâ you said and without thinking, Coriolanus smiled more than he should have.
âMe too!â His excited tone made you feel relieved.
âCan you imagine both of us living in the same place?â You asked cheerfully. Coriolanus doubted it.
âI donât think soâŠâ
Oh but how mistaken was he? Not only do you two live on the Corso, but you also live in the same building. He had the penthouse and your parents owned the floor below.
Coriolanus was taken aback by how calm and excited you were as you showed him your house.
The boy learned quickly that your family was doing better than his. You had a lot of things, your room had exotic wallpapers, and a lamp made of feathers was even affordable.
For the first time, Coriolanus felt like he could actually enjoy meeting someone new. Even better if it was in his safe space, his home, and the source of his identity.
And thatâs how you turned out to be the only person Coriolanus allowed to know about his situation.
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Exactly five years later, Coriolanus was coming back from the market where he had traded a watch for some black dressing pants. Even though the Plinth Prize had been only announced two days ago, Coriolanus was already thinking about clothing for the occasion. He was out of breath by the time he hit your floor. And he was not going to stop by your place but he grew curious when he saw you tending a big piece of dark grey crinkled fabric. You had your long hair curled up, wearing slippers, a nightgown, and a robe.
He smiled, wondering how important could that fabric be to not acknowledge him.
âWhat you got there?â You quickly looked up, slightly embarrassed that Coriolanus caught you in your pajamas.
âI know itâs early, but my mom and I had an idea for a set. In case you know-â you feel like you sound very narcissistic, hinting that you could possibly win the Plinth prize. Coriolanus and you were exceptional in school. And the only âfriendsâ you could count were Clemensia, Festus, and Sejanus, although they were slightly behind you and the blonde.
âI had the same idea,â Coriolanus said, walking closer, showing you the black pants in his arm.
You smile at him, feeling reassured that you both thought the same. You knew the young man judged you once. But now, he had no reason to. Or so you believed.
He was very close to turning eighteen in the first months of the approaching year, you had also thought about buying him a present.
âCome inside. I need to tell you somethingâŠâ he nodded, but gulped, thinking the worst.
You shut the door and Coriolanus noticed it smelled sweet.
âOh, Iâm baking something⊠I would like to share it with you and your familyâ The boy blushed at you noticing how hungry he was and also because it was very kind of you to share given the circumstances.
âYou donât have to, y/nâ
âBut I want to.âŠâ he rolled his eyes, chuckling, tenderly accepting your good intentions.
âI donât have anything to give you back. But we made a promise. Remember?â You nod, smiling softly at him.
Coriolanus is your best friend. Although Clemensia, Festus, and even Arachne were close friends, no one compared to Coryo.
âI do, butâŠâ
âNo, y/n. No matter what, we are splitting the prize. Both of us are going to university together.â He seriously said.
In the most inconvenient way, Coriolanus had found an ally. He knew most of his classmates since he was a little child, but after getting to know you, he understood it wasnât the same. He was grateful for having you.
âThatâs why I wanted to talk to you. SitâŠâ Coriolanus walked towards your kitchen table. He realized your parents were gone. Which made him wonder where were they.
The place smelled like corn syrup and roses. Deep down, probably those two were his favorite things. He craved sweet things and the roses reminded him of his mother and her powder.
âSo?âŠâ he inquired, you were a little busy placing some towels on the table.
âMy mother found a job in a fabric store, in a couple of weeks sheâll be able to refer Tigris. Sheâll be able to leave the work with Fabriciaâ his eyes went wide, a smile immediately growing on his face.
âAnd not only that. My father accepted to work as a secretary in the offices of the Capitolâs congressâ he couldnât be jealous of the success of your parents when they were offering to help Tigris. He went up to give you a hug.
âThatâs great news, dearâ you hugged him back. He smelled like cedar and roses. You remembered the flowers his grandmother sent the day before.
âIf things go right. My father could get us a job there after the Academy. And weâd have more money to pay the universityâs tuitionâ he nodded, unconsciously hiding his face in your neck. The closure made you blush, it wasnât like you and the boy hugged very often. But you appreciated it.
âI have faith weâll have a bright future, Coryo. I really doâ
âThank you, for everything you and your family have done,â the blonde said.
âYou are like family too. Itâs nothingâŠâ you reply, breaking the hug to check at the oven.
Coriolanus eyes you. He catches the smell of your hair, patchouli, and herbs. He smiles, looking at your clean face and old nightgown. He canât deny youâve grown into a gorgeous woman. But he blocks the thoughts from flowing further.
âI made bread pudding.â You knew it was his favorite.
And his smile only grew. When Tigris had the chance to steal from Fabricia and his waste, she made a classical bread pudding. But you were able to do a more sophisticated one. With cherry blossom powder that your mother had. The bread was more wet and less like fudge. Coriolanus loved it ever since he tried back two years during the holidays.
âIâm really liking this dayâ he admits, making you chuckle as you place the dessert literally in his face.
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Reaping day wasnât your favorite. You didnât hate the districts but you didnât like how they tried to destroy the Capitol. Nonetheless, the Hunger Games werenât part of your fond morals. Having the privilege of being a mentor for the first time ever in the history of the games, wasnât as exciting as it sounded. The only good thing is that it would lead to being closer to knowing who won the Plinth prize.
Months had passed and the day had finally arrived. You slipped into the two-piece set your mother made for you. A blazer and a long circle skirt in dark grey. An old pair of black boots that belonged to your grandmother and were in excellent condition, the leather felt nice and the heels added elegance to your outfit.
You never felt intimidated by not being part of the elite and being considered âpoorâ and it tore you to see Coriolanus feel like he wasnât enough. Like the grate was of his last name had to loosen power.
So when you called him through the phone to see if he was ready, he said you should go first, showing a display of a little panic attack because Tigris hadnât returned with the shirt he was to wear.
As much as you protested and said you would wait for him, he made you leave saying you couldnât be late.
So you did.
When you stepped out of the building, you encountered Persephone, Coriolanusâ neighbor. The blonde had said once that Persephone and Clemensia were probably the prettiest girls from class. Which made you feel terrible but you ignored it from the moment it happened.
âHey⊠Are you ready for today?â She asked.
âYes⊠totallyâ You werenât happy, to be honest, but you showed her your best smile.
âWhy is Coriolanus not with you? Heâs always attached to youâŠâ the comment makes you smile nervously. Although you knew most of your classmates and had literally grown up along them, you never knew what kind of assimilation they had about you and Coriolanus.
âOh, he woke up late. I wanted to wait for him, but he literally obliged me to go onâ Persephone giggled, urging you to cross the street.
âThat boy is head over heels for youâŠâ
âOh my goodness, Persephone. Thatâs not trueâŠâ she laughs, her lilac makeup and crimson lips making her look even more pretty.
âTrust me, y/n⊠There are even bets on the year you two will tie the knot!â Her comment makes you so embarrassed.
âWeâre here!â You say changing the subject.
Heavensbee Hall is full of students and faculty. A lot of them say to you because it wasnât a secret that your friendly demeanor and good grades made you more popular than Persephone.
When make it to the talk with Felix, Festus, and Arachne, you spot Clemensia entering the event along with Coriolanus.
At first glance, you tried to ignore the mixed feelings you caught after Persephoneâs comments and seeing the man you quietly doted on the girl he considered the most beautiful.
âThat canât be y/n y/l/n! Thatâs a model!â you finally turn when you hear Clemmie, which makes you smile shyly.
Coriolanus finally spots you and he gulps. Every day, he saw you wearing opaque tones. He knew you craved vivid colors and exotic makeup, your mother was an unemployed fashion designer after all. Having the chance to wear elegant clothes and highlighting your skin with splotches of berry colors was a sight for Coriolanus. His hands felt sweaty and numb, a familiar feeling he started developing whenever you were close.
He walked straight towards you, taking a last sip of the posca he disliked. You smile at him, accommodating the rosebud attached to his heart. The action caught the attention of all your classmates and friends, who quietly gossiped or exchanged looks.
âThatâs a gorgeous shirt, Coryoâ he smiled.
âTigris and your mother are my saviorsâ he whispered in your ear, which sent shivers to you.
You and your friends are called out to take a seat as the reaping is about to start. You end up seated between Coriolanus and Sejanus. And suddenly you find yourself lost in your thoughts, wondering who you would be mentoring. Itâs all you could truly think about since you woke up. But suddenly, Coriolanus makes you come back to life.
âItâs going to be okayâŠâ he said to which you replied with a little smile.
âBy the way, you look very prettyâŠâ your heart pounds as he whispers in your ear for the second time. Your smile grows along the blush creeping on your face.
âReally?â You feel so stupid after asking that. You didnât want him to think you needed validation.
âEvery day you look pretty, but I rarely see you with color in your faceâ he admits and it sends you to death the fact that he proceeded to grab your hand and give it a squeeze.
He didnât know why he did that, but it felt right.
Something weird happened, you both felt a spark.
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Watching kids fighting for their lives in the most gruesome way wasnât appealing. Your eyes are on the little girl from District 8, your tribute; Wovey. The last time you saw her in the zoo before the games started, she made you cry so badly. She was just a little girl and the fact that she had smiled at you, saying how beautiful your dress was, made you understand every word Sejanus said.
The districts deserved to pay? Yes. But why not make them pay extra taxes, or limit their supplies? Why do you have to scavenge food for a little girl who is likely to die?
Sejanus had walked out after seeing what happened to his tribute. The bloodbath had been disgusting to watch. And as the hours pass as you sit along Coriolanus and other classmates watching your tributes, the weight of the events that happened on the previous days hit you. The moment you saw the rainbow-ruffled skirt from Lucy Gray Baird, you knew it would mark a before and after.
It was like her appearance in Coriolanusâ life had worsened everything for everyone surrounding him. First was Arachne, then Clemensia, whose image still haunted you with the scales and yellow eyes. Then the rebel bombing. It had been a long time since felt fear. You felt alone because you protected Wovey. But nobody protected you. The blurred sight of Coriolanus clinging to the ruffles of Lucy Grayâs skirt and calling for her as the medics took him away was very present.
You look down at your lap, the skirt of the uniform was on, but not the pants, since your leg was still bandaged from the burns you suffered the day of the bombing.
Thereâs a drift between you and Coriolanus since the day of the reaping. He appeared at the zoo and at night told you it wasnât planned, he practically ignored you whenever he visited Lucy Gray but squeezed your hand the day of Arachneâs funeral. He confided to you what happened with Clemensia but refused to console you when she appeared in the hospital while you took care of Coriolanus.
The only good thing is that your parents were making a name. They were getting popular and you loved seeing them happy. Unfortunately, just as they were finding happiness, you were losing it.
You kept losing friend after friend. Clemensia ignored you moments before the games started. Arachne was gone, and Sejanus looked beyond depressed. And Coriolanus was falling for District scum.
How could he even inquire if the songbird was almost Capitol during the interviews?
Maybe you were a hypocrite for claiming Sejanus as a friend, who once was District and called it his home. But you despised Lucy Gray for wearing the clothes and makeup you craved, for being naturally charming and unconsciously revolving around most of your problems.
You have been quiet for hours, only having eyes for little Wovey.
Coriolanus glances at you frequently. And he can see the sad look on your face. He couldnât ignore you had been changed since the reaping. The happy and positive girl he knew was slowly morphing into some lost panicked mentor.
The moment the games started, Coriolanus realized how hard it was for you to look after Wovey, one of the youngest tributes he had seen. The guilt of being such a bad friend started rubbing him in the wrong way.
Which is why he found himself constantly looking at you to see how you were doing.
But when he looks back, youâre gone. Most of the people watching the first day are gone.
Itâs just Dr. Gaul telling him Sejanus entering the arena.
âŠ
The tension was escalating. Coriolanus couldnât sleep, not even with the cold shower that resulted nice for the heat. All he could think was about Sejanus and him running for their lives. He killed a boy. There was blood on his hands. He desperately called you but you didnât answer. He went to bed thinking of Lucy Gray hiding in the arena and you practically ignoring him. And just when he was about to doze off with the memory of the kiss Lucy Gray gave him, his eyes opened abruptly.
He remembered the promise you two made.
When he walked back to Heavensbee Hall for the second day of the games, he could hear Lucky Flickerman giving the broadcast. He went straight to you, firstly noticing how you caressed your knuckles, showing that you were anxious.
âCould you sleep?â He asked, taking a seat beside you. You glanced at him, only to bow your head, back to your knuckles.
âI took some pillsâŠâ he frowned, confused.
âPills?âŠâ
âItâs nothing, Coryo. Just melatonin pills, to help me sleep well.â He nodded, not fully convinced.
âIâm sorry for being⊠distant,â he said, to which you shrugged, crossing your arms.
âItâs okay. We all have acquired different problems since the reaping. You have just been busy with your rainbow girlâ Your tone distilled bitterness when you mentioned Lucy Gray, which didnât go unnoticed by Coriolanus.
âWhen one of the two of us wins, itâll be like before, but better.â he knew it wouldnât.
âItâll never be the same. Arachne is gone, Clemesia out of herself, Sejanus defying Gaul, the Ring twins' death⊠Youâre already changingâ he quickly took your hand, ignoring the way some people could be looking at him.
âIâm not. Weâre family⊠youâre special. And I will always fight for you, y/nâ his comment lit a fire inside you. You give him a little smile. But he knows youâre still blue.
Right when he was closer to admitting he had feelings for you, Lucy Gray appeared, withdrawing any plan he could have. And now he was confused about you.
Perhaps you only saw him as your best friend. Which is why he didnât suppress the emotions Lucy Gray made him feel.
âŠ
No-no, no, no, no, no⊠NO!
Every mentor and attendant in Heavensbee Hall heard you whisper until you literally screamed. The little Wovey had drank the water with poison. Tears immediately swelled in your eyes and you stood up, splashing the room with sorrow.
Even Capitol people felt emotional about the little girl slowly dying unbeknownst to her. Even Livia Cardew looked at you with empathy when you walked past her.
Even Clemensia, briefly looked at Coriolanus silently asking if she should go to follow you, but he told her he was going.
And he did. He followed you outside the room, finding you on one of the stairs leading to another hallway. Your hands covered your face, but he could hear you sobbing.
You felt terrible. You knew Wovey was likely to die, but that didnât stop the pain. Adding all the strong emotions youâve dealt with in the past days made you explode.
You just wanted your best friend. Regardless of his unrequited feelings, you needed him.
And he magically appeared.
When you wiped your eyes, he approached you. He took a seat beside you and caressed your shoulder.
âYouâre not okay.â He said, to which you shook your head.
âIâm feeling the same as you. Only that Iâm a crier and youâre notâŠâ Coriolanus briefly smiled, appreciating your profile.
He faced the woman who knew all of him. The only woman that could ever understand him. And the only one who would care for him enough aside from his family.
âYou were closer to Arachne than me. With Clemensia too. And your tribute was closer to being a baby again than she was to become a teenagerâŠâ new tears poured down and Coriolanus cursed himself for making you cry again.
âIs she finally gone?âŠâ he nodded at you.
âYou have to win, Coryo. You must win⊠This suffering must be worth it for one of us at leastâ
âIf I win, youâre also in. We said it the day the prize was announced. Weâre in this togetherâŠâ Once again, he grabbed your hand again. And just when he was about to move away because you werenât reciprocating the touch, you caressed his fingers, interlocking your hand with his.
âLately Iâve been missing you a lotâŠâ you confessed and it nearly made him blush.
âWhy?âŠâ it was dumb but he needed to hear something, he needed to comprehend.
âWellâŠ. Because I need you, Coriolanusâ his heart thumping and shaky hands prevented him from doing something stupid, but he offered you a lovely smile that you reciprocated.
He was about to say⊠âI need you too, y/n. Let me kiss you so I can accept whatever I feel for Lucy Gray is a whimâ.
But he couldnât. Because Festus appeared, looking for you two.
âDr. Gaul wants you two backâŠâ he said.
âThanks, Festusâ you thanked him.
And all the way to the room of commands, Coriolanus held your hand.
When the snakes landed on the arena of the games, Coriolanus stood up. When Lucy Gray was officially the winner, he went running to Tigris. But when he spun to hug you, he didnât contain.
He grabbed your face and leaned to kiss you. The crowd cheered even harder, believing you two would officially begin a romance after years of uncertainty. You kissed him back, savoring the moment and feeling glad you didnât give up on him.
âWe won, y/n.â He whispered in your lips.
âWe won, Coryoâ You smiled, out of breath, and kissed him again.
âŠ
His brain wasnât thinking clearly. Coriolanus had messed up everything. He was being punished for his lies. Serving as a peacekeeper and leaving the Capitol was one thing. But for 20 years?
Perhaps he could follow Lucy Gray to District 12, just to see how was she. But 20 years was too long⊠especially when you were the woman he intended to marry one day.
He could say goodbye to his place in the University, he could say goodbye to paying the tax of his home. And he certainly could say goodbye to you.
But his biggest fear was that he slipped out you had the idea of the rat poison. Coriolanus was aware you said it vaguely, and he never told you he actually cheated.
As he walked out of Highbottomâs office, completely downcast, wondering how he would break down the news.
âHey⊠Are you okay?â His nervousness grew as he watched you walk escorted by two peacekeepers.
âWhat are you doing?â You shrugged.
âDr. Gaul wants to see meâŠâ Coriolanus frowned. Was the lunatic going to punish you?
âAnd you? What are you doing here?â he bit his tongue. He couldnât tell you yet. But probably it would be worse to wait and tell you in the morning, just when he was supposed to leave for the districts.
âThe dean⊠he wanted to talk to me about the disbursement of the prizeâ
The guilt started killing him the moment you smiled at him. You leaned, stepped on your tiptoes, and gave him a gentle peck.
It took him by surprise, but caressed your cheeks and kissed you back.
âIâll see you at home?âŠ.â He nodded, pressing his forehead with yours, knowing he probably wouldnât see you again. His eyes watered and he tried to stop time.
But it was inevitable because you gave him one last smile and you passed by him, followed by the peacekeepers.
Chills assaulted him, but he thought everything was going to be okay. At least for you.
âŠ
For a couple of days, he was able to forget about you. But soon when Sejanus asked how were, the guilt felt like a bucket of ice blocks falling all over him.
He lied, saying you were okay. But Lucy Gray knew he wasnât being truthful. Coriolanus confessed to her. The songbird found it very hard to admit that Coriolanusâ true love was you. Perhaps he followed her to her home, he was making her happy. But the blonde was Capitol, he would always prefer his people and his girl.
âYou have waited too long, darling. Please call her and at least apologizeâ she said throwing some rocks at the lake in front of them.
âSheâs probably mad at meâŠâ
âMore the reason to fight for herâ Coriolanus glanced at her confused. But Lucy Gray rolled her eyes playfully.
âLookâŠâ she reached for a purple flower. She cut it and showed it to Coriolanus.
âFrom what Iâve heard of y/n⊠is that she is important. You said once sheâs your best friend. Think of her like this flower, which is a hydrangea. They have medicinal properties and they are very pretty⊠but theyâre delicate. So I think you would prefer to keep her nurtured. Because sheâs specialâŠâ Coriolanus sighed.
He couldnât say to Lucy Gray he was scared of losing you because it would mean that all he did the moment he bribed the secretary of the military deferment wasnât worth it. He came to the twelve because he wanted to be with Lucy Gray, but he had some unresolved feelings for you.
It was so confusing.
âIâll call her tomorrow during my breakâŠâ Lucy Gray nodded, knowing that after that call many things could change. But it was the right thing to do. Because you were innocent.
âŠ
The jabberjays awakened something inside him. The possibility of finding a reason to be sent back to the Capitol sounded very attractive. But all was forgotten when he requested to call your apartment. In the same building, he called home.
He gulped nervously before a female voice picked up the call. Your mother.
âHello?â She asked.
âMrs. Y/l/n⊠Itâs Coriolanusâ she sighed, the blonde could almost see her nodding.
âOh, Coriolanus. What a surprise to hear from youâŠâ
âI guess y/n told you I was sent to serve as a peacekeeperâ he admitted, surprised to hear your mother didnât want to kill him for hurting you.
âCoriolanus⊠y/n has been sick since the day the hunger games closedâ he frowned, holding the phone closer to his ear.
âWhat?âŠâ
âApparently she was working in the laboratories in the Citadel with Dr. Gaul. She caught a virus and has been quarantined. Iâm so desperate to see her again. Her father has been asking but Dr. Gaul says sheâll be fine in a couple of weeks.â
Coriolanus immediately thought back on Clemensia and the âfluâ she caught. But now, it was ten times worse.
Did Gaul punish you for helping him to cheat in the games? Were you dead?
His hands started shaking.
âAs soon as Iâm back in the Capitol. Iâll try to ask for more information. Sheâll be okayâŠâ he tried to soothe your mother, but he was already freaking out.
So he didnât have situate to send jabberjays with the recording of Sejanus revealing his rebel plans. All so he could go back to you.
âŠ
He didnât regret it. Because as soon as he stepped into the Citadel, back at home, it felt right.
âWelcome back to the Capitol, Mr. Snow,â said Dr. Gaul, tending her water mutts and giving him a sadic smile.
He stood silent for a couple of seconds. Debating whether to ask you or not.
âI know what youâre thinking about, boy,â she said, walking down the stairs of the mutt's cage.
Coriolanus remained silent, carefully eyeing her.
âShe couldnât get away if she was also guilty for putting in your head that silly idea for you to cheat during the gamesâ he gulped, nervous.
âHave you talked with her parents?â
âJust with her mother once. They think sheâs sick and will be fine in a couple of weeks. But theyâre worriedâŠâ he admitted, trying to act relaxed.
âOh sure they are worried. I heard the man is going straight to the presidentâs cabinet. And the mother, already spreading her wings in the fashion tendenciesâŠâ Coriolanus wasnât aware that during his time away your parents had spent all of their time working to try to not worry too much about you. To gain power and find a quicker way to be with you.
âI didnât knowâŠâ
âShe was very angry when she learned you had lied to herâŠâ
How was he supposed to keep his composure with that talk?
âI never intended to hurt herâ he hated to admit that. He couldnât be vulnerable. But it crumbled just because it was about you.
âAh, young love. Itâs so dangerous because it makes us weakâŠâ
âIs she alive?âŠâ he tried to change the subject.
âYou just have to say you want her back and sheâll be in the Capitolâs hospital in a couple of daysâ he grew more worried.
âShe canât die⊠or stop being herâ
âThe snakes in your other friend really triggered youâŠâ Gaul mocked, laughing.
With that lunatic mentoring him, he had to pull out a stronger card. Something that would compromise him as well so she had no choice but to let you go at once.
âI intend to marry her.â The woman stopped laughing, only to look at him, trying to find the lie in his words, but there wasnât.
âBrave girl to conquer the heart of a SnowâŠâ and with that, she started walking towards another room in the big laboratory.
The room of voxels and human mutations. He grew anxious until Dr. Gaul pointed out a big water tank.
Coriolanus holds a big breath of terror. He tries his best to remain still. But he felt fear. Just when he thought nothing could ever hurt him again, he had to encounter you in the worst possible way.
âWhat a shame, she was responding very well. Even looks like a mythological monsterâ
âIs she going to be⊠human again?â
âWith patience, yes. Iâll let you know when we move her to the hospital. It would be nice if you gave the news to her parents. You know, given youâre the reason she almost ended up with a mermaid tail.â
There rested your naked unconscious body, almost completely covered in salmon scales. Your legs seemed to be slowly disappearing, as the scales were tangling them from your hips to your knees. Your hair was matted and your lashes seemed oddly long.
Coriolanus walked home. He couldnât take the trolley. The walk seemed short, even with the approaching winter. Your image was haunting him. He couldnât keep the secret to Tigris when he came back home. He pretended to have a giant smile on his face when he blurted that the Plinths made him heir of their fortune. And he tried to ignore the memory of the elevator indicating the name of your floor.
âBut sheâs going to be okay?â Tigris asked worried.
âDr. Gaul said soâŠâ
âI thought she was busy trying to get into the university⊠her parents rarely appeared to be around tooâ
Coriolanus remembered what he said back in the laboratory.
âI told Dr. Gaul Iâm marrying herâ Her cousin opened her eyes in disbelief.
âSo she could release her?â
âYes. But also because⊠I always thought of it.â
âAre you conscious sheâs likely to be mad at you for leaving without answers?â Coriolanus nodded, knowing very well you had plenty of reasons to hate him. But there was no going back.
âVery awareâŠâ
âThen youâll show her again the fine man you are. You remind her why you were best friends.â He was no good man. He killed people to get to the top. But he wouldnât be that man to you. You were the only one who could possibly understand him and keep his filthy secrets.
âSnow lands on topâ Tigris whispered.
Coriolanus turned to look at a picture of you. He and his family love you so much, you had your own portrait in the Snow Penthouse. The first your mother designed was pink and you wore it. You were always very pretty to the eyes of everyone. But only at that moment Coriolanus appreciated your beauty. The he looked at another picture, the one of you two during the reaping ceremony. His tailored shirt and your handmade clothes. That girl and boy were long gone.
But Coriolanus had done so much damage to step back. With Sejanus and Highbottom gone, he had secured a place in the Capitol. Lucy Gray couldnât hurt him anymore. All he had to do was to win the girl that once belonged to him.
Giving one last look at the picture of you two, he smiled.
âSnow lands on topâŠâ he answered back to Tigris.
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Hiiiii! I just stumbled across your blog and Iâm in love. (Me rn-đđđ) Anywayssss, would you be willing to do some sfw/nsfw head-cannons for the seven demon brothers from obey me? If not all seven Asmo, Beel, Belfie, and Levi are my faves! Thanks so much in advance if you donât want to do this I completely understand and my feelings wonât be hurt.
Please remember to drink plenty of water and get plenty of rest. With luv, Madzzz. đđđ
^^^^Btw this is me manifesting you see this^^^^
omgg ofc i can!! (try-) alsoo thanks for the whishes, staying healthy is super important, so you should too! :D <3 gn!mc x the demon bros ;) considering the fact that you havent specified the gender of the mc im doing gender natural if thats ok- ok! so! sfw and nsfw hcs!!
so sorry if this wont be what you were hoping :(
Lucifer
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can we all agree that this guy when he gets drunk he becomes clingy af?
he just sends you a bunch of messages telling you to come over
and when you do come over he's just laying in bed there, eyes half closed and face red.
anyway you get the point. when Lucifer gets drunk he wants to cuddle you for a few good hours
drunk times aside- normally your actual dates are more active.
by which I mean either you two talk about random stuff or Lucifer takes you somewhere
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the only time I think Luci will be willing to get fucked is when he's drunk. but you do need his consent waaay beforehand. as you should irl too
other then that he doms all the time.
I feel like he'd be into bdsm
i kinda think he'll be into rope stuff. he seems like the type who'd want to tie you up, but also in a pretty way ;)
also spanking.
Mammon
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the typa guy who'd give you gifts saying he "coincidently" found it(asifhewasntlookingforthebestthingtogiveyou) and the moment someone sees you with it and asks about it and you say that it's from your boyfriend he becomes the happiest ever <3
also is really into pda, like he won't admit it- but he NEEDS to hold your hand in public. how else will people know you are his???
Mams is also really into kisses. like any kisses really- forehead kisses, cheek kisses, hand kisses, nose kisses ANY KISSES
unfraternally he'll sometimes come to you to ask to borrow money.... but he'll get you back
with a kiss on the cheek and the possibility of taking your walking privilege...
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switch, leaning to sub
the last thing I said about your walking privilege is true. Mammon thinks he just needs to fuck you hard enough as payback for letting him borrow some money
and with the stamina he has, it's totally enough to fuck your brains out ;)
I think he's into cuffs, won't matter if it's on him or on you, but if they go on his hands it has to be roleplay
what roleplay? cop stuff :3
Mams acts as an inmate or robber who just got caught, and you as a cop who is arresting him or punishing him
kinky stuff ya know?
I feel like he'd be into getting his cock milked as you ride him for hours upon hours
maybe has a choking kink? towards him I mean- he's too scared to choke you to death.. but there is a possibility that he'll choke you when he fucks you out of jealousy
Leviathan
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gaming dates <3
canonically Levi isn't really one to like going outside so it makes sense that he'd prefer to hang in his or your room (mostly in his)
it'll take him some time until he'll actually be comfortable to be all touchy and physical.
but i like to think that even then he'd be more simple and not all clingy
aquarium dates ⥠once in a while, when he's actually ready for the outside world
he finds aquarium dates to be a little bit fun once or twice a year
but yeah it's mostly just gaming dates and dates where you watch anime and such-
AND cosplay dates
mostly ruri cosplay dates, but still cosplay dates as a whole âĄ
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like with physical touch it'll take him a long time until he'll be ready for sex
he'll be all blushy and, sorry, kinda sweaty when sex is mentioned.
he's just so not used to it :(
LEVI IS A SUB.
well switch technically- but he's more in the being fucked out of his mind position then the fucking you out of your mind position
but how do you get him in a domy mood? probably either by making him jealous, or in a more competitive mood.
what do i mean? well just egg him on, tell him that you can totally win this game round, and the next one, and the next one. well you gotta win for it to actually work- but still. the more you do it the more upset he is
it doesn't work all the time, but he has a bit of a competitive side ;)
he's a kinda kinky guy, he'd probs be into things like tons of praise but with a mix of humiliation (to both sides)
like if you were to tell him that he's been soo good for you and what he does is probably sit on the floor while his mouth and face is being used for you to get off
Satan
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reading dates :D
can happen in his/your room, but can also happen out in a cat cafe or a park outside :3
and if you aren't a person who likes to read Satan is willing to read for you once in a while
you and him will definitely take in cats without Lucifer's agreement, you'll just keep them in Satan's room or your's and take care of them there.
you, him and Belphie are out to get Luci. and if it's just the two of you without Belphegor it feels like a date idea for Satan :p
from time to time you'll hear Satan talk on and on about different research stuff that he's into for the time being
and you'll tots be hearing this guy talk a lot about his detective books
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cockwarming while Satan reads.
is there more to say? like do ya'll need an explanation????
this is getting in a more kinky-noteverydaykinks territory but can we agree that Satan is into collars?
it just seems right idk. like it won't matter to him who's wearing it- he likes wearing them, and seeing them on his s/o
another switch, i mean i like to think that most of them are switches.. but like I'll still say it every time.
leaning into dom territory, but he won't mind being fucked into oblivion
angry sex. who knows what might've started it but if he needs to take out his anger on something your hole will be number 1 (ofc he you say you dont want to he wont- everything is consensual)
also into roleplay stuff, probs petplay. kinky stuff
Asmodeus
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first thing I'm going to say is painting nails dates. spa dates. any beauty care dates will happen.
and you can't escape it :)
he WILL post you on any of his social medias with captions that say things like "look at my lover ⥠aren't they the cutest!?" :3
I think Asmo will be the type of person who'd like to get gifts as a receiving love language, and as a giving love language it'll be physical touch
i feel like as a whole he likes being physical, I mean have you seen this guy?? but I think he feels more special when you buy or make him gifts <3
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THE KINKIEST GUY EVER
like he literally is the avatar of lust. like doesn't that make him kinky enough??????
switch and it's literally is 50/50 with sub and dom with him
toys. toys all the way. when he doms he uses toys, when he subs he uses toys. toys are something he really likes
of course there will be times when he doesn't want to use them and really get more lovey dovey âĄ
during sex you two may switch between sub and dom at least once.
Beelzebub
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shares with you anything he wants to eat âĄ
it'll probably be half eaten if he already has his hands on it but he tries his best to control himself so you'd at least have even the smallest of bites <3
he sometimes accidentally bites you, like not super hard and painful but there are times it leaves a mark-
can and will give you piggyback rides if you ask him
when you two go to a restaurant and in typical Beelzebub fashion he eats too much and the bill is huge he'll tell you he'll be the one paying, even for your share.
COOKING DATES!!!!!!!!
sure he might eat half of the ingredients- but he'll try his best to not eat it all so you two can have a finished product âĄ
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I know everyone says this but it's true. this guy eats you out like a pro.
and it doesn't matter if you have a pussy, a cock or anything else- it doesn't matter. he knows how to put his mouth to good use. and he can go FOR HOURS and not get tired. it's like his favorite thingâĄ
we all know this man is packing. probably has the biggest dick of them all(maybe diavolo's is bigger who wants to help me measure :))
and he's so sweet when you try to take him ⥠⥠âĄ
he'll tell you things like "You can do it" "I know..it is pretty big...but you took it before!" with such a sweet smile you know he says this not to make fun of you, but because he actually thinks you can take his huge cock âĄ
Beel will proooobably lose control and kinda start fucking you like an animal in heat after a few while of fucking
but after that he does such nice aftercare!
Belphegor
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naps all the way :3
you are the pillow. you can't say anything but yes.
I like to think that he has dreams about you, and if he dreams of something that he's actually willing to do in real life he'll ask you if you'd like to do it :D
when you two do go out he likes to hold your hand, for more then just pda. he might fall asleep while standing and walking from time to time, so you can notice if he fell asleep or not.
do you know what I think you two might do? go to bed stores and try out the beds :3
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sadistic fuck. (affectionate)
he's a dom, even when he's half asleep.
I think he'd kinda tell you to ride him even when it looks like he's about to fall asleep, and the moment you stop he's immediately awake telling you to continue
will degrade you, like he's real mean
he does like the idea of chocking you but ya know.. might take a while....probs a few years-
well anything too dangerous will take a few years until he feels like he can actually do anything to you..
he's into anything that can and will humiliate you
he'd be into somnophilia but towards himself
maybe towards you? with consent ofc but mostly towards himself
why? cuz he can and will fall asleep during sex. and if it's something like you riding him he'd be totally fine with you still going even when he falls asleep.
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now that we don't talk | CL16
| charles leclerc x fem!exgf!reader smau
| summary : charles doesn't do enough to keep his girlfriend and when the internet finds out, they are less than happy.
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yn was getting ready to go to dinner with her bff, when she heard a sudden knok at the door. glancing at the time, she assumed it was her bff, who was just extremely early- probably to get ready together. they pounded on the door again, becoming impatient.
"yeah, coming. calm your farm!" yn called, making her way to the door.
she wasn't looking at the door as she opened it, trying to dig through her makeup bag to find her beauty blender. as they walked through the door, yn actually glanced up at them, "charlie? what are you doing here?"
he continued walking through the hallway, taking in yn's new home, "you just let me in."
she followed behind him, ditching her makeup bag, "i wouldn't have if i knew it was you!"
"oh come on, yn, we both know you would have." charles stopped in her kitchen and turned around to face her.
"i wouldn't of." yn stood her ground.
they stared at each other for a moment, before yn began moving, stopping behind charles and putting both of her hands straight into her back. charles stumbled forward, and turned around, staring at yn with an unbelieving look on his face.
"what was that for?" he exclaimed.
"get out!" yn replied, pointing towards her door.
"i'm not leaving until we talk." charles stood his ground, this time ready for her shove, not moving.
"fine. you have like five minutes. i have plans." yn gave in, pulling out one of her kitchen stools to sit on.
charles followed suit, pulling out the stool next to hers and turning to face her, "i'm sorry."
yn laughed, almost spitting in charles' face.
"i am. i miss the old ways. i miss you. what can we do to fix us?" charles asked, sincerity in his eyes.
"nothing, charlie. there is no 'us' anymore." yn softly replied.
"surely there is something we can do?" charles pleaded, debating whether he should literally get on his hands and knees and beg.
"no charles. we're done-" charles began to speak, cutting her off, by she silenced him with a look, "look, i called my mum and the first thing she said was that 'it was for the best'. i have to remind myself that, the more i gave, you'd want me less. i can't be your friend. it's just better, now that we don't talk."
"you don't mean that." charles muttered, lowering his eyes to his fidgeting hands.
"i do. i don't have to pretend that i want to be on a mega yacht, with important men, who think important thoughts. i'm on my way back to my dignity." yn argued, her voice pulling charles' eyes up to hers.
"yn, i will do anything to fix it. i'm so sorry. it's all my fault. yn, please." charles begged.
"you know i had to tell your friends, the ones we shared dinners and long weekends with?" yn asked, "i had to pretend it was platonic, but we'd just ended."
"yn, i'm willing to do anything to get you back again. just give me one more chance." charles pleaded.
"no. charlie. it's best now that we don't talk." yn raised from her seat and grabbed his hand, which he immediately latched onto. she easily led him away from her kitchen and to her door, leaving him standing in her hallway, but not before planting a kiss on his cheek.
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"he said what?!" your best friend exclaimed, her eyes bascially buldging out of her head.
"what. an. asshole." julia, a girl in the club bathroom added in.
yn and her bff had sat in the club bathroom for the past hour, relaying the story of her afternoon to her bff and the other three women who had sat there to help the pair shit talk charles.
"i think i would've punched him in the face, honestly." chloe scoffed.
"how did he even get your new address?" amelia asked, "is he stalking you?"
yn pondered for a moment, "i think pierre probably gave it to him. but enough about me and my shitty ex. why are you three crying in the club bathroom?"
"the guy i'm talking to right now, he is so not over his ex and he is just like, leading me along." amelia answered, slightly shrugging.
"what is with men and being assholes?" yn shook her head, "you deserve so much better. dump him!"
"he's so hot though!" amelia rebutted.
"hot guys are usually the worst ones." chloe said, earning nods of agreement from the rest of the group.
"you're better than this." your bff assured amelia, placing a comforting hand on her arm. amelia gave a small smile, one that didn't meet her eyes, and nodded.
"come on. let's just get drunk and forget about all the asshole men in this world. in this stupid little tiny country." yn stated, jumping off the counter and clasping her hands.
"unless they buy us drinks." julia added.
"unless they buy us drinks." yn reaffirmed
authors note thank you guys for so much love on my first post, it's actually mad! also thank you for everyone who requested a part 2. idk if this is very good and its not very long, but here we are! also if you want to be tagged please leave a comment!
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Hi! I love your writing! can you plz write head cannons of the upper moons love language? giving and reciving? thanks
Thank you for your ask!
UPPERMOONS + MUZAN LOVE LANUGAGE
Warnings: Some mature themes
Muzan
Gifts. Gifts. Gifts.
He has money so he will buy you something every day
He doesnât really touch you, he doesnât know how to show affection (genuine) any other way other than sex and money
But he likes it when you do acts of service and quality time. It shows him that you are loyal to him.
More like a sugar daddy than a partner.
Kokushibo
Quality time
You both donât get to spend a lot of time together due to him being âbusiness partnersâ with Muzan.
So Quality time is important
He likes to have you close to him
Some physical touch too. He's more reserved in that area though
Will let you play with his hair. And heâll play with your hair too
He likes quality time and physical touch. It shows him that you feel the same way to him.
Receiving is the same as giving
Douma
Um I feel like he would work out what love language is yours and adapt to that.
But he canât deny he loves to touch
Will almost always find a way to touch you
He like physical touch. Just loves how warm you are. The power imbalance make him excited and just you being so willingly close to him even though he can kill you makes him feel a little something.
He doesn't care what he receives. But it would be quality time. He'll 'feel' used if you are just touching each other all the time so try to spend quality time together, he wont get to bored then if you are interested in him and not using him for money, sex, status etc...
Akaza
Quality time, gifts and acts of service
This man (im sorry im biased but i love him you have no idea)
Will try to spend as much time as he can with you.
Steals for you. You don't know this though...
WIll do anything for you, chores, labor, murder etc...
His is Words of affirmation.
Muzan tortures him and tells him how useless he is
Its so nice to come home to you and you tell him how strong he is and how amazing he is.
Tell him you are proud of him after every mission because Muzan doesn't. Tell him he's strong. Hell fight back and tell you he's only upper moon three but reassure him anyway.
He doesn't really want you to do anything for him rather than being safe and healthy.
He's happy as long as you are
Hantengu
Gifts
Will sneak into your place with gifts he stole from someone's house.
Will try to run away if you see him cause you scared him
Words of affirmation.
He needs to know that you do love him and you want to be with him
Gyokko
He will gift you pots. All the time.
As well as spend quality time with you.
Will talk about his artwork and other artist around the world that he appreciates.
Likes words of affirmation.
Tell him how beautiful he is and complement his work
You'll be safe
*Thumbs up*
Gyutaro
Acts of service.
He kinda got this from his sister as she always expects him to do stuff for her. So this is kind of all he knows
Loves when you touch him and compliment him
He finds it hard to believe that you like him but because you actually touch him you obviously like him. Actions speak louder than words to him
He gets very flustered and he starts picking his skin cause he gets so overstimulated
Daki
Words of affirmation and quality time.
You don't get to spend much time in the night because she is s busy.
If she is not eating her stored up humans in the day she will come to spend time with you.
Her compliments to you are very back sided. Is she insulting or complimenting you? No clue
Words of affirmation. Acts of service. Gifts
Probably the only demon who actually want gifts.
She loves it when you worship her and will not have it any other way.
You are luck she's with you, you know?
Do as she says. She even expects you do things she saying in her mind but she keeps having to train you until you know your place.
Loves gifts, shows her how much you love her. Will not tolerate cheap gifts, even if it is the thought that counts. She's worth more.
#demon slayer#kny#kny x reader#douma x reader#akaza x reader#douma#kokushibo x reader#muzan kibutsuji#muzan x reader#akaza#gyokko x reader#gyokko#gyutaro x reader#gyutaro#daki x reader#kny daki#hantengu x reader#hantengu#kimitsu no yaiba
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THERE WAS AN UPDATE YOU KNOW THE DRILL SLEEPING BE DAMMED
theres so much going on jokes that i will deffinetly take advantage of theories of the meaning of things the goddamn art everything
first of all apparently Malo Mart turned to a mega corporation???? well sorry twi no 60% of discount for you that sucks
thats rough buddy
i cant take it seriously poor Four, look at that face
thats the face of someone who will be grounded for some time after all this madness and is totally not happy about this
Sky was waiting letters from Sun, maybe she couldn't write something for him? either way poor guy look at his sad face :( the heart makes it better
baby? baby??? smol???? smol hylian???? tiny cute litol hylian????child????
ahhh Time dont just say yes and left it like that! i need to know!!!
Twilight my man at this point you will be grounded dont test the old man's patience
Time knows the dangers of excesive courage, yes it can keep you going and maybe make you win the battle, but can also kill you if youre not careful. This is what almost happened with Twilight, this almost might have happened to Time too
He's scared that for this reckless courage he might loose his descendant, the one who brought hope to him and his wife to form a family and live happy
(also he saying this makes me think more about the posibility of Malon being pregnant, too much mistery please old man just tell me i will not say anithing ur secret is safe plweas)
HERO'S SHADE HERO'S SHADE
not much to say here, it might be a wrong translation that im doing but hey! it reminds me that Twi already knows that Time is the Hero's shade but like. with flesh and eyes. alive.
OKAY HERE I HAVE THINGS TO SAY
When Wild asks Twilight's face changes inmediately, he doesn't want to look down, he still feels the need to be strong in front of the younger heroes, worrying them is the last of his desires
Four is not stupid, he notices the actual mood of Twi and ask again, but with different words. It looks like it really made Twi reconsider things
doesn't exactly talks what was having him a little down moments ago, but at least it seems to calm them, again, they shouldn't be worried after what happened
Twi for hylia who were you thinking he was talking about????
no really i have that question who was he thinking that was asking for him?????
"who kicked the fuck out of that bad lizard??? who did that???? yes you did!! you did it amazing!!! im so proud my beautiful exterminator of dumb lizards!!!"
HE JUST
FUCKING ROLLS
YEAHHH WIND FLIP
Hyrule đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đđđđđâšâšâšâšâšâšâš
hes so badass jumping off heck yeah stairs are dumb
also Wind thats a cool move you too legend jumping and rolling are so cool love you guys
Wars dont ruin the fun nono guys keep doing it i'll even give you chips if you do that
oh they really think that Wars is broke and has no money alright
im glad that this bit kept going i love the boys teasing each other (Lege and Wars specially)
hey listen
listen
i dont want to ruin it
but
it would be funny
just
just listen
would be very funny that
it just
breaks
hey it would be funny cmon
andddd theyre off!
Hyrule learns from watching, from the actions and movements that he sees in the enemy, and uses it to make a plan to attack, learn patterns and be ready for anything
yep hes gonna play an important role in the next arc i have a feeling
now buildings art aprecciation cuz holy shit theyre so pretty
gorgeous
fantastic work i feel blessed
(all art credits obv goes to @linkeduniverse ! )
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu update#linked universe update#lu chain#lu spoilers#lu update spoilers#linked universe spoilers#i talk#uhhhh its almost 1 am#idc it was worthy
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slytherin boys at ttpd songs - the anthology
part two of the first part featuring only the added songs from the anthology
I forgot tags im sorry!!
slytherin boys my bookcase
mattheo riddle as... the black dog
"old habits die screaming" + "And remember how my rain soaked body was shaking. Do you hate me?" + "For a cruel fraternity, I pledged, and I still mean it." + "Now I wanna sell my house and set fire to all my clothes. And hire a priest to come and exorcise my demons."
explanation - following the war, I think that mattheo would have the hardest time out of all of them. Not because of being voldemort's son (I think he's used to the looks he gets from that). I think he has the worst time because of all of them, he has mad survivor's guilt. how is it that all of those good people died, and him, pledged deatheater, got to live? on top of that, mattheo is still wrestling with the trauma that his father inflicted on him. So, when a ministry member comes to begrudgingly tell him that he's inherited an estate from his father (really an estate his father stole from one of his followers), mattheo is actually sickened. He really does not want that property and cannot stand to be in that house. (he does eventually accept it and then donate it to an orphanage for magical children. there's a hopeful part of him that thinks that if his father hadn't been treated so poorly by muggle orphanages when he was a kid that maybe he could've been a better person).
draco malfoy as... cassandra
"When it's burn the witch they're shrieking, when the truth comes out it's quiet" + "twisting all my smiles into snarls" + "they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware, what happens if it becomes who you are?" + "bloods thick but nothing like a payroll"
explanation - out of everyone in the series, explicit, canon, and otherwise, draco was the one that saw the best and the worst of both sides. when he was growing up, he was always taught the value behind being a pureblood. that it was blood purity that determined a person's worth. their value. but a lot of that changed when he started seeing the ugly sides of the malfoy family. by the time he realized that his father was little more than voldemort's lackey (and not even the most important one), it was too late. his father had already molded him. the bright and happy kid that he once was had started to sneer at all of his friends. he no longer felt like it was a service to the magical community to finger out mudbloods in his classes to his parents. afterall, he also quickly realized that his father cared far more for money and power than he ever really cared about purity. he was just a number on a payroll.
theodore nott as.... how did it end?
"and so a touch that was my birth right became foreign" + "it's happening again, the empathetic hunger descends" + "lost the game of chance, what are the chances?" + "leaving me bereft and reeling, my beloved ghost and me, sitting in a tree, d-y-i-n-g"
explanation - the sympathetic looks started when theo's mother died in fourth year, and theo decided that he absolutely hated them. He didn't want people to look at him like that, or to walk on eggshells like they were constantly in fear of saying the wrong thing. then once word got out that his father beat him, he started keeping to himself. it was easier to avoid conversation all together than to try to explain the bruises when everyone already pitied him for his mother's death. what hurt the most, was that his mother had died so unexpectedly. to a disease that killed less than 100 people a year. the odds were in her favor, and she still lost. then theo lost too. what hurt just as much, was the way that his father changed after his mother died. the way that every little thing seemed to set him on a warpath. when he was a kid, theo loved his parents, and now, it felt like when he lost his mother, his father died too. one man, two ghosts, and theo.
enzo berskhire as... the manuscript
"and the years passed like scenes of a show" + "looking backwards, might be the only way to move forward" + "and the tears fell, in synchronicity with the score, and at last, he knew what the agony had been for" + "the only thing that's left is the manuscript"
explanation - lorenzo berkshire had loved history his whole life. where his friends found the subject bore them to tears, lorenzo found it a bittersweet interest. afterall, he'd never been that good at potions, always doing something wrong, and while he could hold himself steady on a broom, he was never going to be a quidditch star. history was easy. it felt natural. to divulge in the stories of the witches and wizards before him. following the war, a lot of death eaters wanted to move past it all. they wanted to forget. but lorenzo knew that it was important. that as hard as it was and as many tears as it may cause them, that they had to understand before they could progress, and the only way to understand was to look backwards. so, he made it his personal mission in his late twenties to record. he traveled all over europe for nearly thirty years gathering stories from death eaters of all ages and backgrounds. at nearly age fifty, he published his first and only book, echoes of the damned: the untold stories of former death eaters. unfortunately, he fell ill and died before he got the chance to see the impact his words made on the wizarding world.
#slytherin boys#theodore nott#slytherin#slytherin boys x reader#draco malfoy#mattheo riddle#enzo berkshire
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I'm Actually So Embarrassed for You
We love this energy
Transcript Under The Cut~
Judith: Sweetie how long will you let these horrible rumors continue?
Blair: I'm worried about you Hun, do you want me to handle it?
Judith: It's not good to let this fester! The worse it's going to get. I saw what happened with your brother. Whatâs your game plan?
Luna: I appreciate the concern but it will be handled in a few days. Iâve been busy with some personal matters
Blair: It seems very calculated do you think someone is behind it?
Luna: Yes. Just a simple minded loser who doesnât know her place. Nothing serious
Judith: Nothing is ever simple about people in the entertainment industry dear.
Blair: This takes me back! Iâve had a few people try to smear my name all over the tabloids. Brayden handled it very quickly, and never heard from some of them again~
Judith: Itâs much more satisfying doing it yourself. Even better when you watch them suffer the backlash and then blacklist them.
Blair: Well doing the dirty work yourself is also a good option. Is that your plan Hun?
Luna: Itâs actually happening today. Consider this a small inconvenience during the shoot it wonât take too long
Judith: Oh! Itâs been boring for a while so this would be fun to watch
Luna: She should be here soon. Youâll notice her once she walks in
Blair: Oh Dear, I think I see her now...
Judith: Oh wow...who put her in the awful outfit
Luna: I did
Luna: Akira was it?
Akito : Its Akito actually.
Luna: Your outfit is something. I wasnât aware the theme today was âLittle House on the Prairieâ
Judith: I guess the poor thing didn't get the memo
Luna: A bitch? Such vulgar words. This isnât my photoshoot I canât control what outfit they put you in
Akito: I thought the âMiss Luna Villeralâ was supposed to be a beloved sweetheart. I didnât realize you were actually just a bitch
Akito: You must think Iâm stupid
Luna: I think youâre a little slow but thatâs okay
Luna: You should be focusing on that outfit you arenât on theme sweetie. Your personal assistant seems lacking if she canât handle something like this.
Judith: You know you can get anything if you open your legs and give a bit of money
Blair: I thought this shoot was meant for well-established actors. Iâm not sure who you are sweetie
Luna: Oh My... Donât mind them they have no filter. You wonât take offence, will you?
Akito: I was expecting a bit more from you. Highschool level bullying is below you
Luna: Your expectations mean nothing to me Akira. We have bigger things to focus on like that ugly outfit
Akito: Its Akito
Luna: Whoops
Akito: How I got here isnât important but Iâm here now. It would be wise to treat me with some respect
Luna: Respect? You?
Akito: Doesnât matter how you treat me Im here to stay Luna
Luna: Is that right?
Luna: *Giggling* Iâm so sorry but you make me laugh. Whatever you have against me means nothing. These games are pointless, Iâm actually so embarrassed for you
Aikto: You should treat me with some more respect Luna. Weâll be seeing more of each other from now on
Luna: Hmm...I donât think I will. Actually, your time is over here you should head back to the dressing room
Aikto: What did they say about the outfit
Yuki:...They said you could take it off but...they said we no longer need to stay
Aikto: Is that right?
Akito: This doesnât matter, how's the opinion of her online?
Yuki: About that...
Akito: What?
Akito: This doesnât matter, how's the opinion of her online?
Yuki: Chantel made a tweet apologizing about the interview with Luna that really turned people's opinions. The articles on SMZ have already been removed
Akito: Hah!
Yuki: Your father called. We need to head back to Mt. Korembi...he found out what weâve been doing
Akito: Did he say anything else?
Yuki: We have until the end of the week or else heâs sending someone to get us
Akito:...Lets go
#sims 4#sims 4 screenshots#sims#thereevesfamily#black simblr#ts4 screenies#ts4 screenshots#ts4 screencaps#ts4 sims#ts4 simblr#ts4 story
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hello! i have a question, but i dont quite know how to word itâŠ.
i like listening to peopleâs thoughts on hxh, because sometimes its difficult to collect my own thoughts and hearing others articulate it helps me form my own analysis. usually it clears up confusions on narrative choices, however this thing still confuses me because ive seen lots of meta which sometimes conflict with each other or infos from the show. maybe i missed something?
i dont want to link anybody because i dont want to âcall them outâ but its a frequent opinion ive come across, so not one person. but what i hear sometimes goes along the lines of: gon vowed to sacrifice everything to defeat pitou -> killua arrives -> despite going through with his jajanken, killuaâs presence causes gon to realize he doesnt actually want at all to sacrifice everything and the vow is broken (causing him to lose his nen when he recovers from the physical toll)
i really love this reading. the scene where gon turns to killua right before the screen goes white has always been impactful and seemed important to me for reasons i cant explain. but iâm reluctant to adopt it because the way i understood the nen vow was that it was actually a conditionâthat gon would only use this power to kill pitou, and then per the ârulesâ he would lose everything as equivalent exchange when pitou was defeated. and that the reason why his nen was lost was because nanika healed him as he wasâwhich was nen-lost. but the show mentions vows and conditions in conjunction so much sometimes the difference gets muddled in my brain, so i suppose im confused about that as well.
i guess im just asking your thoughts on killua and gonâs love for him potentially being the thing to cause gonâs vow/condition to break. i think its a really sweet idea but im not sure if the mechanics of what exactly gon did to kill pitou support it
sorry for the long ask. please have a nice day!!!!!
Hello! Great question!
So, my way of understanding it is that Gon traded all of his nen potential (meaning all of his nen he had at that time and all of the nen he would have ever had in the future) in order to achieve his adult form and have enough power to kill Pitou. By the time he had achieved that form, he was already doomed to have no nen once he used up the massive but finite amount he had, which was his whole lifetime worth. Like taking out a loan on the full amount of money you'll ever make in your lifetime and then burning it all, but more abstract because it's not money.
It very well may have killed him as well, if not for Killua arriving. Think of the cost to his body to unnaturally achieve that form and use that much nen, which is what Killua recoils at realizing when he sees Gon in that form. I'm sure this is why he ended up as such a withered husk afterwards.
Killua showing up definitely saved him, however, both because he helped him dodge Pitou's Terpsichora and in a more far-reaching emotional sense as well. I think when Killua arrived and called his name that final time, it made Gon realize that he wasn't just giving up his own future--he was giving up his future with Killua as well, and by giving up his life it was going to destroy Killua and leave him alone. Gon had steeled himself to die prior to this, but looking back at Killua's face, his expression entirely changes, softens. As a result, I think Gon holds back a bit with his final Rock and preserves himself just enough to keep his body going. Then Nanika heals Gon's body, but this doesn't undo the nen contract he made--even though his body fully recovers, he did still give up all his nen potential, after all.
(I'm very sorry for posting these pages, know that it breaks my heart to look at them.)
So, the way I see the scene, it's less about the mechanics of it, as that's relatively straightforward. Gon losing his nen was already set when he decided he wanted to give it all up in order to be strong enough to defeat Pitou. It's more about how Killua reaching Gon impacted him emotionally and made him hold back to the degree he could at the very end. Because at that final moment Killua was able to reach him at last--by saying his name, an echo of other scenes in the arc with Meruem and Komugi.
I absolutely think the intent of that scene is that Killua has become Gon's light and saved him--by showing Gon that he wasn't alone, that there was someone else worth living for, that Killua cares about him and doesn't want to lose him. Gon lost sight of that previously amid his trauma and guilt, but in that final moment, he truly sees Killua's horror and pain at what he's doing, and Gon realizes he doesn't want to leave Killua behind forever. Gon manages to barely survive as a result.
#hunter x hunter#hxh#gon#killua#killugon#gonkillu#meta#asks#anonymous#my posts#chimera ant arc#ugh it's painful examining this scene in depth#just heartbreaking#but it's definitely about how killua's love saves gon#tw: suicide
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hi luv, first of all I hope youâre having wonderful holidays. also I know how things get during this time of the year, but if you have time could you write more content about dealer!troy? you are so talented and i love your work
content àœ chubby! afab! reader, dealer!troy x smoker!reader, jealous reader, troy gets flirted with đ, backshots, pussy and clit is used for reader, knee riding, reader squirts
note àœ thank you! im visiting my mom for the holidays so im having an absolute blast!! agh thank you sm youre too kind (,,>ăź<,,)! im so happy you like my work àŽŠà”àŽŠàŽż(ïœĄâąÌ ,<)~â©â§â i love writing for troy sm and im always happy knowing people love him as much as me
The party is loud, sounds and smells wafting through the house and assaulting your senses. Chewing on the end of your straw you glance around the living room. Nothing of importance takes your notice. Some girls standing in the corner talking amongst themselves, another group smoking and laughing way too loudly, a few people scattered around doing absolutely nothing, Troy with two girls smiling at something he said-. Sitting up, you zero in on the scene to your right. Now Troy dealt with a lot of people. Something that never bothered you, but something about these two made your blood boil. They were giggling the entire fucking time. Soft brushes of fingertips against biceps. Unblinking, you watch as they disappear into the side room. Finally getting your ass into gear you follow behind them. Entering the room, your face sours immediately.
"Wow, a gram for a hundred fifty? That's like sooo cheap."
Pulling the straw out of your mouth you feign surprise garnering everyone's attention.
"Oh my, I'm sorry, babe. I didn't realize you were in the middle of a transaction."
He blinks over at you as the main bitch gives you a dirty look. Smiling at her, you start to chew on your straw again. Naturally, Troy goes back to the deal, trying to talk it out with them, trying to get it over with. That blonde chick on the other hand decides to start giving attitude.
"Hey, can you make them leave? Isn't this supposed to be, like, confidential?"
"Why would I do that? They live here."
He shakes his head and goes back to counting the money handed to him. The other one groans and goes back to the deal, at least she has some sense. The main one on the other hand seems hell-bent on getting on your nerves. With a steady hand, she reaches out and gently cups Troy's forearm. Giving him a wide smile she thanks him deeply for the great deal. Frowning you watch with narrowed eyes, you're going to kill her. You watch with concealed glee as he simply brushes off her grip. Finishing up by handing her a small baggie, he simply gestures towards the door. The girls huff and this bitch actually tries to continue her flirting. He stares blankly and raises an eyebrow, something strong brewing in those gorgeous baby blues. You watch with pride as his stoic nature finally does something good for your relationship. Noticing her words are dying to tune out words, the evil bitch and her goon finally turn and exit. Not before slamming their shoulders into you and forcing you to stumble back. Shifting your shoulder blades you nibble on your straw before clicking the door closed.
"Hey." Something simple, something calm to grab his attention.
"What?" His voice is snappy, annoyance already brewing on his tongue. You sigh and blink up at him. Frowning you stick the destroyed end of the straw against his chest.
"Those whores were flirting with you and you just let them. If you're tired of me just say that."
"You're so fucking dramatic. I don't have time for this shit. Did you want a refill or are you just here to give me a hard time?"
"I am not dramatic! This is a legitimate concern, Troy. She was touching you. Imagine if you saw my thigh getting all grabbed up by some dude on the couch tonight."
His body tightens at your words and you can see you've made some impact. With a tight jaw, he shakes his head and grips the edge of the large oak table in the middle of the room. Obviously, not a positive impact. Rolling your eyes you begin chewing on your poor straw again. Something about the plastic trapped between your teeth helps calm the rage building inside of you. You know those girls won't give up until the party is long over. Turning you mean to leave the rotten aura filling the room, maybe make your way over to that blonde bitch and give her a little tap. Something quick and painful enough to get her out of your house. With a strong grip, you're stopped in your tracks. Your chewing stops alongside your feet and you twist your neck to look behind you.
"You're not going out there to fight. Don't, I know that look."
Pouting, you look down at your feet in annoyance. Moving your shoulder you mean to shake him off. Sulk your way out of the room and make it a scene later on that night. His grip only tightens and he even has the audacity to grip you up. Pulling you towards his chest you don't even bother trying to look at him.
"What are you doing?"
"Waiting for an apology."
"For what, Troy?"
"Still using my name? You're not going out there until you calm down."
"I am calm. Let me go."
His grip loosens but only enough to move you as he wants. Your thighs are pressed against the smooth wood as he presses against your back. Wiggling, you attempt to remove yourself from him. Annoyance at your predicament rolls off you in waves. His grip finally leaves your forearm and instead places itself against your hips. Both hands hold you in place and you push against the table.
"Troy."
"Wrong."
A simple hand between your shoulder blades and you're facedown against finished wood. Stomping a foot, your arms are pinned behind your back to thwart any more defiance. With his free hand, he easily shoves your jeans down your thighs. Using his knee, he forces your knees to part for him. Fabric scratches your soft skin as your exposed labia is roughly played with. Huffing, you try your hardest to open yourself up. Allow his knee access to your aching clit. After some desperate rutting, his knee makes contact with your clit. Denim feels heavenly as you back yourself against him. It catches onto your clit in the absolute best ways and your soft ohs turn into low whines.
"Troy, your jeans. There's gonna be a wet spot."
"Yeah, let people ask. The fuck do I look like caring?"
His hand leaves your wrists to yank your head back against his chest. Gasping, your skin jumps at the pain in your scalp. Rearing forward your elbow slams into his side on instinct. Oof.
"Pants off. No, all the way. Yeah, now your leg. Uh-huh. Up here. Perfect, baby."
He hoists your leg up and onto the table. A stretch forms in your muscles. Huffing your breath bounces back onto your skin and an uncomfortable heat starts presenting itself. You're presented to him in your entirety. Your pussy pulses in tandem with the sounds coming from his preoccupied hands. The jingle of his belt buckle, the sharp click of his zipper, the rustling of fabric as he freed his cock. You bite your lip in preparation. Something about the waiting always has you clenching. You can feel the tip of his cock push ever so slightly into your warmth. Wetting your bottom lip, you relax as he pushes inch by inch into you. The second he enters you, his balls resting against your thigh, all resolve breaks. Pulling out, he grinds his hips against your plush ass. Slamming his cock into you, he fucks hard and fast. Something to keep you on your toes, and your head swims at the rapid pace. Keeping one hand firmly against the edge of the desk, your other slips uncomfortably against the front of the desk and deft fingers pluck at your clit. Practically clawing at yourself, pleasure fills your limbs like smoke in your lungs. You lose yourself in his noises. The soft whines, the hard panting, how he mumbles your name. God, the way he can't shut up. Clenching down, you can feel your leg start to slip.
"Baby? My leg. I, I can't."
With unwavering silence, he simply rests a hand on the back of your knee. Keeping you positioned, he shifts his angle. Drool makes its way to your cheek, something that would be embarrassing if it didn't mean you weren't getting the smoke knocked out of your lungs. This new angle has your clit pushing against one of the ornate handles. Your hand abandoned to grab at the edge. Despite how uncomfortable the handle was, digging into you with abandon, it gives you consistent relief. The little noises and pleads punched out of you were garbled. Smushed cheeks and fluttering eyes were all that you offered at the moment. The ability to do anything being fucked right out of you. The amount of baby's and please's that exited your lips only fuels his immense ego. Clamping down, you arch back. Your dripping pussy smears against his abdomen. The warmth of his cum pushes you over the edge. Your orgasm is warm and inviting as you squirt, soaking his briefs clear. A few moments pass, the sound of the party loud in the silence. Once you start shifting he pulls away and allows you space to get dressed. Cracking your back, you throw your clothes on and with your phone's camera attempt to fix your smudged makeup and destroyed hair. After minutes of attempting you decide to say fuck it and risk walking to the bathroom looking like you just got railed. Turning to fix up Troy, you find him already fixed and ready to go. His hair falls effortlessly you want to wring his neck. The natural flush of his skin has you already gearing for round two. Taking a quick assessment you realize there's no way you can hide what happened. You're frazzled and his jeans are soaked through, there's no way. He gestures towards the door and you immediately frown, your eyes showing nothing but disgust at the insinuation.
"Sorry."
He places his hand against your shoulder blades. Gently guiding you towards the door he opens it with a click.
"What the fuck do you want?"
Your voice is calm, venom drips off your tongue but your voice is calm. The girl from before is standing in front of you, in the middle of knocking, like it's a goddamn movie. She's alone, her lackey missing. She doesn't even respond, just stares at you two while her mouth catches flies. What does she think this is?
"So, like, are you gonna move or what?"
That breaks her out of it and she backs away. She mumbles some nasty shit under her breath as she pushes past people too high to care. Breaking away from Troy with an obscene kiss, you make your way to the bathroom for a much-needed pee.
#fear the walking dead#fear the walking dead smut#troy otto#troy otto smut#troy otto x reader#troy otto x reader smut#serena writes#blvckqwz#sombrashe answers
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This crab day thing has gotten so frustrating so fast. The person who suggested it is an anti-abortion anti-feminist right wing christian transphobe. Many of the people spreading additional posts and info are ALSO anti-abortion right wing christian transphobes. Seriously. Start clicking their blogs when you see these posts. Search "abortion" and "feminism" and "trans" and "gender" and "groomer." This is really easy to confirm. But people don't give a shit because "crabs fun." okay.
And its not like people aren't aware of it at this point. Search "crab day" on tumblr and a good chunk of the results are asks saying "hey btw crab day was started by a transphobe/right wing christian." and most of those people have responded with something along the lines of "Um okay but like its a good idea though??? You guys can't even collaborate with conservatives for like a second to achieve a political goal? UGH this is why nothing ever gets done đ." or "Um okay but like that post had nothing to do with their political beliefs. so like its fine lol. Crab fun." Or "oh no omg im so sorry thats so gross i deleted the post but im still gonna keep reblogging all the other posts by the conservative transphobic anti abortion right wing christians whos blogs i wont check because we need to save tumblr!!!!"
Let me make this really fucking clear for those who don't get it: it doesn't matter if the post is not about their political beliefs. You and all your mutuals are reblogging them. You are making it easier for them to network and find each other. You are bringing them new followers, a bigger audience, a bigger platform and a bigger pool of people who will spread their oh so relatable non-political posts. Which will bring in more followers. And some of those new followers are going to be young dumbasses who are going to see all their posts about "groomers" and "mutilation" and the evils of porn and the horrors of abortion and how feminism actually harms women and do i need to tell you how that story ends?
You are showing that "crab fun" is way more important to you than the safety of trans tumblr users. You are giving them a bigger platform and a wider net with which to potentially harm trans people. By saying that you're not going to let their political beliefs ruin your fun, you're making it very clear that trans people are less important than your fun. And you're making it VERY fucking clear that you'd RATHER tumblr become a safe and welcoming place for anti-feminist anti-abortion right wing transphobes than give up fun crab.
You are showing that your need to throw money at a corporation is more important to you than trans tumblr users. I get where you are coming from. I do. You want tumblr to keep existing. I want tumblr to keep existing. I also want the other trans people who use this fucking platform to keep existing because frankly, they are the only reason i'm here. and if they aren't safe here and if you will throw us away just to keep tumblr shambling along a little longer then I have no fucking interest in tumblr.
"Okay but we need to save tumblr uwu!!!!" Look I'm just some dumbass and I don't know shit (and to be PERFECTLY honest, so are you), but I think this is a little more complicated than "if we raise enough money we can save the school/family farm/community centre/(insert cozy heartwarming thing that needs to be saved)!" As other smarter people have said, tumblr is operating at a yearly $30 million deficit. Thats $30 million just to break even. For one year. not become profitable. Its not a bail them out once and its all good forever situation. Tumblr is not a small message board run by volunteers who actually use donations to stay afloat. They are not a non-profit. They are not running a pledge drive. Throwing money at a corporation does not a nonprofit make. It makes you a consumer.
Your response to "tumblr making bad changes" is "give them money for making the bad changes to show that we don't like bad changes!! A reverse boycott'll show 'em!!" You sure about that??? (And some of you are calling this """""unionizing?"""" Put that word back on the shelf.) You don't know what you're doing and you're not listening to the smarter people who have tried to explain it to you. And once again, you're showing that this half baked scheme is more important to you than trans tumblr users. because crab fun.
And @everyone whos clambering over each other to "collaborate with conservatives for a good cause," we already fucking know that you love to do this shit. You are the same people who will say "yeah but theres bad people on both sides!!!" and who wont give up your Harry Potter or your Chick-Fil-A. You will throw us under the bus the SECOND it gets you something you want. Even something as stupid and small as pickle brine or a shitty videogame or fucking "crab day." And guess what. The second all your "shared goals" are accomplished and the conservatives get what they want FROM YOU??? You're going straight under that bus too.
And also, isn't it maybe a little hmmmm. SUSPICIOUS that CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIANS want to throw money at the site that we've been bitching and screaming at for how unfairly it censors any display of queer sexuality????? They don't have the same problems with tumblr that you do. You think that collaborating with THEM is gonna stop that? Gonna get the porn ban reversed? Gonna turn tumblr into a co-op? Gonna "unionize this bitch?" Hello????
If you must. MUST participate in this because crab oh so fun and tumblr is oh so in need of saving then for the LOVE of FUCK make your OWN POST and STOP PLATFORMING THESE PEOPLE. i don't want to hear "Oh but its a good idea it doesn't matter if a bad person came up with it separate art from the artist lol" if you're not MAKING AN ACTUAL EFFORT TO EXCLUDE THEM FROM THIS. BLOCK THEM. CHECK THEIR BLOGS. BLACKLIST THEIR URLS. ITS EASY.
and then maybe go give your $3 to an actual non-profit. or to an actual leftist independent organization. Or wikipedia. Or inaturalist. Or to one of the many hyperspecific message boards out there who are struggling along on donations from like 5 people. Or maybe, maybe, give your fucking $3 to an abortion fund or to a trans person's go fund me so they can buy food. Or to a womens shelter or a fucking homeless person or to any of the other people who anti-abotion anti-feminist right wing christian transphobes want to stop existing.
My partner is afraid to leave the house alone because people with these exact same political beliefs are in power. People are getting their HRT ripped away from them because people with these exact same political beliefs are in power. People are being forced to give birth because people with these exact same political beliefs are in power. Every day I'm ready to get the news that the state my partner is in is no longer safe and we have to figure out an escape plan. These people do REAL HARM in the REAL WORLD and their beliefs are, tbh, way more fucking insidious and mainstream and tolerated than those of TERFs.
But fun crabs are more important. okay.
#I have almost no followers here like 3 people will see this but i can't not say anything#prob gonna lose a few beloved mutuals over this screed tbh well so it goes#I'm sorry this is so aggressive i realize that some people still dont know but im VERY frustrated by the response here#I'm pinning this post and everyone who clicks on my blog to look at a cute bug has to see it#being trans on tumblr is infuriating#being trans in THE WORLD is infuriating#crab day#the crabbening#july 29#crab week#save tumblr#anti crab day#etc etc etc#DO YOU REALIZE HOW FUCKING DISAPPOINTING IT IS TO SEE ALL THESE TAGS AND SEE HOW BIG THIS THIS HAS GOTTEN AND STILL NOONE GIVES A SHIT
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Green/Blue Fire in HB + Specific focus on Asmodeus
Gonna start off by saying that I am certainly not the first person to identify the clear narrative difference between green and blue fire in HB.
While green fire has destroyed everything, it arguably correlates both to the nature of fire and the symbolism of the color green.
Green symbolizes money/greed (this is redundant, ik im sorry). But we can say, Fizz became both literally and figuratively wounded/consumed/scarred by the greed of Cash Buckzo. Iâm not sure of the extent that Fizz was working under Mammon at this time, so I think it might be better if we stick with Cashâs greed. Although Fizzâs idolization of Mammon may have been one of the factors that aided in ignoring the abuse, we can also argue that Cash laid the groundwork for normalizing an exploitative relationship.
Furthermore, green can symbolize envy. So maybe, we can view green fire as not only a symbol of Cashâs greed, but .... possibly Blitzo's jealousy?
I'd argue it is a bit of a reach. Although his jealousy is apparent from childhood, before the fire Blitz always seems to be supportive of Fizz even after he's got fans.
After the misunderstanding between the two that further separates them, his jealousy is a bit more obvious though. Never can he forget about his own lack of success in the circus, and Fizz seems to represent that era of his life.
So again, the idea of Blitz's jealousy as one of the things that "destroyed" Fizz is iffy... But Cashâs greed makes sense symbolically.
Let's move on.
Blue fire, on the other hand, seems to be ineffective to hell's citizens just like normal red fire, seen as how Fizz doesn't flinch using Ozzie's fire batons and yknow openly cuddles his big blue flaming bf.
But I looked into the further symbolism of blue fire, cuz I felt that there had to be a reason why it was such a big aspect of Ozzie's design. Furthermore, what makes blue fire more tame? In part because i was interested, in part cuz of my increased procrastination during finals season, I stumbled upon this dandy lil article --
https://atlasmythica.com/blue-flame-symbolism-meaning/ .
TLDR: describes distinct symbolism of blue fire (meant to be interpreted in relation to dreams, but i think it's interesting to see in HB's context, too)
Although red fire -- fire in it's purest form, really -- can symbolize destruction, it also symbolizes passion, energy, desire, or love.
The color blue intrinsically seems to combat fire in itself, being that it symbolizes depression, tranquility or rationality.
What the article really deduces is that blue fire can represent 'healthy emotions' -- those in which we balance passions and desires without repressing them.
Not gonna go over Ozzie's little love/lust tangent we get when we're first actually introduced to him cuz I think by now everyone gets the gist of it. But it's important, cuz it underlines his regard/performance of his sin. And I think the article's conclusion of what blue fire represents really correlates with his identity as the embodiment of lust/passion.
Lust is not meant to be forced, neither should it be repressed.
Arguably, his expression of lust can correlate to how he shows all other emotions.
Overall, Ozzie is a chill guy - blue very well matches his personality in the sense that he kinda oozes comfort, contentment and self-possession. Outwardly, he seems naturally charismatic, like Fizz, loves entertaining a crowd, and is very open and proud about his sin.
But, dude doesn't hold back when he's pissed, as do all the other sins we've seen, yet even that has nuance. Yeah, he gets disgruntled at the thought of all his factory assets being given to Crim, but at the thought of Fizz's head on the guy's wall -- that's an automatic hell no.
When it comes to things he's passionate about, he bares his emotions on his sleeve, impulsively letting them guide actions that someone like Stolas would have thought twice about.
He wanted Fizz back so badly, he was willing to sign Crim's contract off the bat -- imagine if Stolas hadn't intervened. And what about the factors that built up to his public confession of loving Fizz?
I get it -- Ozzie was fed up of hiding his relationship, but this confession wasn't a goddamn soft launch either, it was very abrupt, in the heat of the moment. Right then and there, he's not thinking of the consequences of his actions, which are hinted at considering Mammon will def make a reappearance.
So, along with his naturally relaxed demeanour, thereâs that component in accordance with fire â the passionate, fiery, shameless side that cannot be repressed.
What I mean to say, at the end of it all, is that what we can surmise about blue fire really matches with Ozzie's character. It's a testament to his design. Love the guy and I'm so curious to see what the show ends up doing with him and Fizz.
#helluva boss#helluva boss asmodeus#helluva boss fizzarolli#fizzarozzie#this was meant to be an anlytical comparison of fire but just spiraled into a deep dive of ozzie's character#i wont apologize hes my favorite character#ozzie stans get behind me
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Sorry if this is completely wrong igore if it is LMAO but I noticed you seem to have different hcs for how mind lost his eye!!! Like in Seattles Going Under it was lost in a vague fight or something, but in art w/ the resonance cascade he lost it prolly during the ambush? I was wondering if you had info to share on it/infodump abt or if its just whatever makes the art more fun!
hehe youre observant and actually right on the money. yup! so essentially i just have different eye trauma head canons for whichever version of freemind im drawing; since he doesnt actually lose his eye in canon, its up to everyone to fil in the blanks if they wanna use the popular headcanon. i wrote . a good chunk of stuff . so i put it under the cut . but heres a picture to be like a . tldr
I sorta like his eye already being gone before the resonance cascade (in a non-freemanverse scenario). he does verbally say something like "my eyes" in the series, indicating he has two, BUT . well. its a headcanon. so we can have fun with it . my eye loss pre-rescas freemind stems from my original freemind design (before i ever started posting half-life on the internet) where he had short hair, but i needed a way to distinguish him from og gordon, so I used thr popular one eye headcanon. then I realized him losing his eye bc of the military goes perfectly with martini losing an arm. that bothered me for a while until i realized i could just have multiple freemind designs + headcanons. if theres different variations of Gordon and martini, why can't there be some of Freemind as well? grins grins
i left it open ended in my SGU because people have their own headcanons and I thought anyone could just fill in their own. if I did every make a canon eyeloss event prequel thing, he would've lost his eye during college in some sort of either freak accident (like tripping on something and injuring himself bad; I like this one because he'll lie and say he was in a fight) or, like u said, a fight . for SGU, college was a low point in his life of him struggling with freedom from his parents for the firsr time, but them and their ideals still holding him hostage. he is simultaneously more repressed and more emotionally volatile than present!gordon. then, when his parents die, hes just given a clusterfuck of emotions. so why dont we add physical trauma? whatever the sgu canon event eye loss was, it was definitely related to substance abuse issues. whether that be he was high/drunk and got into an accident, or fought someone... not sure! yet. the only thing that i can say was that no fire or chemicals were involved, since his tearduct is (unfortunately for him) wholly in tact!
but for freemanverse!freemind, he should lose his eye during the rescas since its like thematic and stuff if (almost) every Gordon Loses Something. also, angst. whenever I draw freemanverse (even in a domestic setting) in my head, i always think of them surviving the rescas together! i have. convoluted freemanverse headcanons. the eye loss is an important freemanverae event because, like martini, it gives him a valid reason to REALLY dislike benrey (but in my au, benrey isnt the big bad, so he "redeems" himself kinda sorta) . and then it ALSO opens up freemind to be upset and vulnerable, which allows him to bond with his fellow freemen.
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also I want barmey to tend to his wounds and call his scar(s) badass. im not immune to buttermind and i never was.
honorable mention: sims freemind, who has both eyes physically but only can see from one. this is due to me unable to properly texture a glasses + eyepatch combo, that and i have no experience with 3d modelling (I did try!).
i hope this is a satisfying enough infodump!! I'm sorry if it's a bit vague; a lot of my ideas tend to be fluid. i also like taking inspiration from what other people think! some of you guys are way super smart and have awesome ideas. i am not immune to well articulated essays and thought out headcanons
#also fun fact! my og freemind design had short hair BECAUSE i was going to use his hair growth to indicate time passing#going from the rescas to a more domestic and âcalmerâ setting with his new friends#and the hair growth is supposed to represent lije... self acceptance almsot#and like a slightly healtheir view of himself (dont worry hes still an asshole)#and thats also why COLLEGE FREEMIND (who i never draw) has short hair also!#yay! emotional growth represented by the literal growth of hair!#freeman's mind#freemind#mindverse#gordonverse#gordon freemind#freemanverse#asks#half life
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okay so your post abt Hong Lu NOT smiling in his base ego made me look at it reeeal closely. And Im sorry if it was mentioned somewhere apparently I cant read but what do you think about this statement: in his base ego he is not just chilling out there, he is locked in a room with treasures. And window frame looks like an allegory to jail bars. And I imply locked like literally. As if he was just a jewelry piece thrown to a pile of money and other jewelries.
â Hong Lu simp- I mean shrimp anon
Alright, let's actually discuss Hong Lu's base E.G.O art properly, shall we?
For a refresher, allow me to post the image here:
Now, let's get the obvious out of the way. The bars on the window.
Sure, they could symbolize Hong Lu being locked away in his home by his family... However, there's one issue with that.
Every. Single. Base E.G.O has the bars over the window.
Reminder that All of the Sinners are also All Prisoners. The Korean word used to describe them could mean both Sinners and Prisoners.
So... That lead is a bust. However, I don't think we're quite done here.
There's actually something far more innocuous I want to talk about - the pose Hong Lu is in. Specifically, the fact that he's sitting in a chair.
Only two other characters are seen to be sitting in a chair in their base E.G.Os - Sinclair and Meursault. It might just be the contentless brain speaking, but the fact that it's those three specifically makes me wonder if it's a subtle hint that there's a similarity between them.
Consider the fact that the two characters with a Sloth Core Sin - Gregor and Yi Sang, are also sitting in their base E.G.Os, however they're sitting on the ground instead, with notably dangerous objects scattered on that floor around them (in Gregor's case, it's weapons; in Yi Sang's case, it's shards of glass).
I think likewise Sinclair, Meursault, and Hong Lu being sat down in chairs is meant to symbolize something similar to Gregor and Yi Sang sitting on the ground surrounded by things that could harm them reflecting them resigning to their fates and becoming apathetic to the harm that was being caused to them.
For the three chair-sitters, I posit this idea: they're all people being forced into specific roles by expectations put on them. Sinclair ends up walking on this line between the worlds of good and evil because of societal pressure and Kromer's influence. Meursault constantly acts in whatever way other people wish him to act. And Hong Lu... well, there's his family, isn't it?
Now, let's take a closer look at some other details around Hong Lu's base E.G.O art.
The image in his window is actually quite evocative, in my opinion. It's a massive complex of red-colored mansions atop a stone platform above water, surrounded by nature in the distance. There's this feeling like the mansions don't actually belong in this environment, the red looking bright against the dark greens of the leaves and the pale blue of the sky. Likewise, this image carries a sense of isolation. The mansions are all centered on one stone island in the middle of a body of water, isolated from all this nature.
Is that how Hong Lu felt in his own home? Like he didn't fit in with the world? Like he was isolated from everything that he admired about the outside?
Also, note how important of a motif water is to Hong Lu. On Limbus's own terms, water is closely related to Gloom, due to that Sin representing the idea of Sinking (literally and figuratively) into your negative emotions, and being swept away by them. There's also likely Something to be said about Hong Lu and his motif of water in terms of wuxing, but I don't know enough about that to confidently say anything. Anyone with better grasp on those concepts, I would love to hear your thoughts!
In fact, this isn't the only time water is referenced in this art.
The chair Hong Lu sits in has a very notable engraving of waves and what looks to be a serpent, or perhaps a dragon, hidden among them.
And just like with the water motif, the dragon motif is also repeated somewhere else.
The weapon Hong Lu wields in this E.G.O actually includes a head of a dragon as part of its blade. Something about the way Hong Lu cradles it and the expression he looks at it with is so interesting to me. Dragons are often symbols of power, prosperity, and good fortune.
Is he clinging to it in fear because it's the only thing he has left that is truly his? Or is this a representation of some inner worry that that's all he is to his family, some symbol of their fortune?
Kind of hard to tell for sure at this moment.
Now, I'm about to go on a tangent about a background detail that might not mean much, but stay with me here.
Looking at the riches Hong Lu is surrounded by in this illustration, most of it is things that you'd probably expect. Coins, golden rings and trinkets, various colored gems, chests both closed and open... However, there's one thing in these piles that caught my attention as seeming... kind of odd.
This golden braid looking thing that wraps and winds around the gold piles in the background.
It made me think, because it's a very specific thing to include, and in actually rather sparce amounts as well. There seems to be only one braid, but it goes through the whole length of the background, disappearing behind objects every now and then.
So, I googled if there's any symbolism related to this idea of a golden braid and... I found something interesting. A book called Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid.
I've never read this book, but from what a wikipedia summary says, it's a book that tries to convey the idea of "strange loops". Cycles that continue through several levels, both upward and downward, and always end up forming a closed loop despite those shifts in levels. Recursion and self-reference are important themes to this book.
And... that made me think. Book Jia Bao-yu's nature as a jade stone reincarnated as a human. Hong Lu, seemingly referencing Bao-yu, yet at the same time being seemingly named after the jade itself. Hong Lu's odd connection to death, and this idea of rebirth. The idea of a loop that travels upward, yet ends up back at the bottom where it started.
...I might be looking way too deep into an inconsequential background detail, but this wouldn't be the first time PM decided to mix and match their inspirations and make them into a far bigger deal than it seems to at first. Demian as The Little Prince, anyone?
It just. Almost feels right, you know?
#ask#anon#lu speaketh#limbus company#lcb analysis#hong lu#hong lu lcb#this was meant to be another exploration of hong lu's themes of freedom#but it ended up going into a whole nother direction#whoopsies
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okay like i tried to put this in comments but it was getting messy so
when you talk about film prof, or more generally just film nerd toji, my mind like associates it with canon. idk i think its like weird but i like use it to create a background for the hc / au
so like (this is only me but im so here if you have any different takes!!!) in my mind, after toji became an assassin again he probably bar hopped a lot just for a place to hang out and ate out and thats where he started enjoying them.
and that translates into film nerd toji au where he knows the most niche and fun movies because of whatever was on tv when he was growing up. sometimes its a fairly recent movie or sometimes its like this ollllddd 50/60s movie and heâs so nerdy about it like âoh how did they film this back in the day?â or different techniques or how some recent movie was actually inspired by this reeeaaaally old novel.
but like i love the image of when youre dating and he just blurts out random facts throughout and it could be annoying but its toji so its endearing and you just looooove listening to him go on about what hes so passionate about and you have this look and if he notices it his ears go SOOOOOOOO red and his heart starts racing and he cant help but kiss you silly so you stop staring at him with stars in your eyes. and i already said this but equally as fun when you ask him questions nonstop and hes like head over heels. OR YOURE JUST AS FILM NERDY AS HIM.
THIS GOT A LOT LONGER THAN IT WAS MEANT TO BE THERES SOOOOO MUCH TO WORK WITH WND ITS SOOOO FUN. BUT BASICALLY I LOVE FILM PROF / NERD TOJI I WANT TO HEAR ALL ABOUT HIM FROM YOUR POV MICKEY !!!!!!!
:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((I LOVE YOU FILM NERD TOJI I LOVE YOU SOO FUCKING MUCH LIKE HE'S EVERYTHING . TO ME SCAR:(((((((((((((( i think he has seen so many different films bc he always used them as a way to kind of escape his life yk? and i truly believe he's a big cinema guy like that's one thing he's willing to put his money on he just wants to not think about anything else wahhhhhh oh and the image of small little toji sitting in front of the tv watching some old old movie:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((( i'm gonna get sad i'm gonna stop now
ANYWAYY THE RED EARSSSS OH MY GODDD I'M GONNA FAINTT HE GETS SO EMBARRASSED WHEN HE CATCHES HIMSELF RAMBLING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WAITT AND HIS WAY TO STOP YOU FROM YOU STARING AT HIM IS TO KISS YOU SILLY?!?"?!="?!"!?"? DO YOU WANT ME DEADDDD SCAR I LOVE HIM I'M SORRY I KEEP SAYING IT BUT HE'S JUST SO IMPORTANT TO ME AND NOW WE'VE BUT TWO OF MY MOST LOVED THINGS TOGETHER AND I'M MELTING AWAYYYYYYYYYYY
i think it's so cute to think abt me and film nerd toji bc then it's.. double film nerd asghdghsaghdashg we're taking turns telling each other very random little facts and then we both get to tease each other for being so lame and cute and it's perfect i wanna kiss him so bad:((((((((((((((((((((((((((
#SCARRRR:(((((((((((((((((((((((#I LOVE TOJI I LOVE FILM#HE'S SO FUCKING PERFECT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#I WANNA GO ON CINEMA DATES WITH HIMMMMM:(((((((((((((#GODD IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO KNOW THAT YOU LOVE HIM SM TOO BTW#IT REALLY DOES#WAHHHHHHHHH#SMOOCHING YOU SMOOCHING YOU SMOOCHING YOU#I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GOOD GOOD DAY MY LOVE#scar <3#friends!!#film prof!toji
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