#there are probably more hcs i could implement here but for now this will do

[td-tbbg-official]

Are any of the Gen 1 and Gen 4 contestants familiar with the Gen 3 (or Gen 2, aside from those in All Stars) contestants?

(ooc)

chris wouldn’t know this so i’ll just answer out of character.

all contestants are aware of all seasons, but they don’t all personally know each other. gen 4 is only in contact with their own at the present time (pre-fic) (except for bowie).

the other gens, especially those that participated in TDAS, are familiar with each other to some extent.

jasmine and shawn met mike and zoey on a trip to australia once in the mid 2010s. they’ve organized a few outings since then and, as a result, roped in some of the contestants they each kept in contact with. so now a friend group consists of mike, zoey, cameron, jasmine, shawn and sky.

gwen also kept contact with those three from gen 2, and she’s met up with bridgette, geoff and dj a few times, so the four of them also tagged along with the first six mentioned.

during his model career, justin met topher, who was also trying out as a model. they follow each other on social media and go out for coffee a few times a year just to catch up.

speaking of topher, he and sierra know each other. they met because sierra went to a convention that had don of ridonculous race as a special guest and topher, his son, tagged along. they wanted to compete on the ridonculous race as ‘the superfans’, but it went on indefinitive hiatus (and don didn’t want to be accused of being biased if his sonnwould have won, so they wouldn’t have been allowed to compete anyways). topher is now a theatre actor and sierra, after a lot of much-needed therapy, has become a musician. that ended up reuniting her with cody when she and 4 syllables met at the same event, and they’ve been friends again ever since.

eva and jo used to be gym buddies in their 20s and just ignore their lives on total drama. they didn’t get hit as hard as most of the others, thankfully. they still meet from time to time.

staci and beardo briefly holded a podcast together in their early 20s. it was cancelled after four episodes.

leonard’s D&D group from his early to mid 20’s included tammy, noah, vickie (pre-transition, if you haven’t seen a previous post, she only transitioned in the 2020s, this would be the 2010s), sierra and sam, as well as a few of his other buddies. it was by this age he and tammy dropped their shtick and thanks to that they became closer with the others.

lightning is one of bowie’s cousins and the first person bowie came out to. his immediate reaction was: “it’s cool, bo, lightning don’t judge.”

crimson and ennui were the ultimate inspiration for scary girl as a child. she became... well, her, thanks to/because of them.

[cinnbar-bun]

Could I request some poly Shanks X Mihawk X Gn! Reader headcanons please? (Sfw and NSFW if that's okay) and more importantly... Happy Holidays/Early New Years! I hope you have a wonderful time!

A/n: I'm literally exposing how long this has been in my inbox, I'm so sorry darling, please forgive me with these headcanons.

Shanks and Mihawk Poly!Gen HCs

Rating: SFW + NSFW (more under cut)

Notes: GN!Reader, no specific genitalia or pronouns used for Reader.

You can read this on my AO3 here!

SFW

Congratulations Shanks, now you have TWO babysitters! 

It really is like that sometimes, Shanks is quite the energetic and spirited guy, while you and Mihawk are more “restrained”. 

By “restrained”, I mean you are probably the only truly sane one there since Mihawk will also suggest something in the total opposite direction of Shanks’s suggestion that they both circle back to agreeing. 

“We should get wasted” Shank says. “We should not,” Mihawk shakes his head. “Oh, thank you, Mihawk, I was thinking-” “We should fight some marines.” “Now you’re talking, Mihawk!” 

It’s honestly a toss up on whose ideas will be the one to come out on top because lord these two men can make your head spin so fast. 

Generally, though, Mihawk tends to have your back while you two placate and reel Shanks back in. On occasion Shanks has been known to take your side, but lord, if these two men team up against you, it’s gonna take a lot to get your way. 

Thankfully, these two are helpless to you. Shanks is very enthusiastic to be with you so he is most likely to baby you and spoil you rotten with his affections. 

Not to say that Mihawk never does, Mihawk is just more subtle and expensive with his gestures. 

Shanks’s gestures: Lots of snuggling, hugs, and kisses. Silly nicknames reserved just for you, and nicknames only you/Mihawk are allowed to call him. Lots of whiny and teasing ‘baaaaaabbe’ here and there. An increasing amount of pouts and a tendency to have his arm on you at almost all times. Lots of shopping ventures and has a habit of pretty much blowing his money on alcohol and gifts for you two.

Mihawk’s gestures: Cooking you your favorite meals, making sure your cups are never empty, tailored outfits, custom gifts for the two of you, matching jewelry. Tender and gentle touches in order to remain polite. Guard dog (hawk?) privileges. 

Most of their gestures overlap in many aspects, they’re both passionate men, but just in their own ways when it comes to romance. Shanks is very go with the flow and freeform, but Mihawk retains a sense of traditionalism and elegance to his behavior towards you two. 

Mihawk is such house husband material and takes pride in you and Shanks’s enjoyment of his home cooked meals and house cleaning. 

Shanks meanwhile loves discussing his adventures and impressing the two of you with his feats and bounties. As well as random gifts he finds on his travels or shops he stopped at. 

While Shanks is more likely to suggest partying or going in the city for a night out, Mihawk suggests staying in and doing activities together. So a rotation and voting was implemented to make sure everyone was comfortable and having fun. 

At the end of the day, Shanks is gonna be sleeping like an old, drunk man and snore everyone’s ears off while Mihawk sleeps on his back, still as a statue. You get to stay in the middle so as to avoid getting pushed off the bed thanks to Shanks. 

NSFW

You thought they were competitive and crazy outside the bedroom, imagine inside the bedroom!

Let’s just say you got two absolute freaks on your hands. 

Shanks is pretty much down to fuck at any given point of the day (like, what do you think he’s gonna say, no????). He has fuckboy energy, sorry. You or Mihawk will say “I’m going to shower” and Mr. Red-Hair will be all “without me hehe??” 

Honestly, it’s insane how horny Shanks can and will be with you and Mihawk. He will even try to get you two riled up in public (Mihawk had nearly strangled him for those stunts). Date nights can get wild when Shanks is around and wants to have a go at you two.

Mihawk, again, is more subtle than Shanks. There’s some slight changes to his behavior when the mood strikes him. Shanks is very perceptive and will tease the shit out of Mihawk for it, before Mihawk threatens him. 

Both men are very vocal when it comes to sex. Especially Shanks. You and Mihawk have to gag him sometimes because he will not shut the hell up and wants to comment about everything. 

Shanks’s words tend to be more praise and comments about how good you and Mihawk are feeling/doing. 

That mouth can do more than just talk, though. He’s amazing at giving oral, both to you and Mihawk. And he’s got such a shit-eating grin on his face whenever you two fall apart from his lips alone. (And the stubble, too, can you imagine?)

Mihawk also tends to praise you, but sometimes he gives commands or likes to degrade your current position and behavior. 

Tells you your behavior is “unbecoming” of you while you’re (be)coming on his dick (I’ll see myself out). 

Like I said though, these two are pretty much freaks. I think very little would ever be a hard “no” from them, and both are enthusiastic to try anything and everything at least once. 

Mihawk likes to set strict boundaries and often is the one who makes the safe words and nonverbal cues for everyone to follow for the night. 

These two also just have some insane stamina. You’re probably puckered out after one or two rounds and the two will still be raring to go. 

Just my little headcanon, I think they are big on scents. Mihawk loves giving you expensive cologne/perfume for you to wear, and Shanks will often compliment it. 

Wearing their clothes also tends to get them riled, but I’d mostly say wear Mihawk’s so you can at least ensure they were washed (also Mihawk’s shirts having such a big boob opening you can be happy knowing the men will tease there lots). 

Immaculate aftercare with fun bubble baths, massages, and cuddles. And Shanks snoring loudly again, that’s never changing.

[feroluce]

While he doesn't quite confirm it in canon (he could technically still just be kidding about BOTH parts and his right eye is fine), I love the thought that Boothill actually did lose his right eye based on his "Knowledge" voiceline.

Because after this line, I actually did go back to rewatch his trailer, and yeah. Even when Boothill is literally flipped upside-down, his bangs stay in place. We never see the right side of his face to confirm it one way or the other.

EDIT: So it turns out you CAN see juuuust enough of his right eye under his hair in-game to confirm it's there and looks the same as his left. I am going to promptly file this under canon things I choose to ignore because hc is more fun, but wanted to add this in because I don't like spreading misinformation. Thank @ultigoblin for the info everyone!

And obviously being a Galaxy Ranger comes with a lot of opportunities to lose body parts. Especially given the people he's after, I would not be surprised at all to find out Boothill lost it in some bounty hunting gone wrong haha

But my personal favorite thought is that he lost it during the rebellion on Aeragan-Epharshel.

Boothill brushes aside what happened to his home, he'll openly say it's gone now but after that he just kinda moves on. He doesn't say what happened to it, and I'm sure he would gloss over the loss of his body and his eye the same way. And combined with how he always talks about himself as a Galaxy Ranger, always about the here and now, I feel like it's kinda easy to forget sometimes that oh, right.

This guy fought in warfare.

His character stories don't go into detail either, but it IS described as guerilla warfare. And it makes it clear there was a large technology gap between the IPC and Aeragan-Epharshel. It's possible they didn't have the means for things like cybernetic prosthetics- or if they did, it would have become harder to implement them during a rebellion, with the IPC breathing down their necks.

And I feel like in order to have a cybernetic prosthetic put in, the wound probably has to be healed a certain way. Like it takes medical intervention. There's a whole plan and procedure for it. And especially if Aeragan-Epharshel didn't have that technology in the first place, Boothill wouldn't have had the chance to heal it that way. Like it healed fine, just not in a way that allowed a cybernetic replacement.

So when one of the IPC shot out his right eye (with a "warning shot" of all things), it was pretty much already a given that he was going to be blind on that side from then on.

When he forced the procedure to change his body, there was nothing they could do for that empty right socket. To this day, it's still sealed over with a patch...probably with something rude drawn on it smzjmsmsks

And even though Hoyo is always giving really cool unrealistic designs for eyes, I do like to think his left eye is a cybernetic- that's what the crosshair is there for. It's to make sure Boothill's aim stays consistent and as good as it is when he's in top shape, even through pain or hindered vision. Like it's an aide, yes, but the skill is all his from years of hard work.

But even with all the replacements, all of the upgrades.

Behind that crosshair, he made sure to keep the natural color of his own eyes.

[wing-ed-thing]

Childhood Friends to Lovers Relationship Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns Not into romance? Here's some platonic childhood friends with Iruka hcs!

𓆃 It's a very natural progression, especially if you're in the same age group as Iruka and remain moderately involved with the village growing up.

𓆃 Iruka is friendly enough to be able to bond with just about anyone, and given you're in similar circumstances after the Nine-Tails attack on the village, you're bound to be drawn to one another.

𓆃 Especially if you're left with few loved ones, being around others who share your circumstances makes your situation feel less lonely. At least, that was the idea when the Third Hokage implemented the youth programs for those who lost family stability.

𓆃 It was an awkward series of after-academy and weekend activities thrown together by a bunch of volunteer shinobi who didn't know much about kids, but you and Iruka wouldn't know better until you were older.

𓆃 These programs were also open to children whose parents were now working around the clock to assist the village, so even if your circumstances didn't resemble Iruka's, you could naturally find yourself in similar spaces.

𓆃 You probably couldn't even recall the exact moment you and Iruka became friends at all. You just always remembered him there and could hardly think of a time where Iruka wasn't in your life.

𓆃 (Iruka remembers. He's told you once before. Something about helping him out when he was new to the program and grieving, but you don't actually remember any of that.)

𓆃 He's always the first person you invite to your group outings with friends and he always makes time for you. He actually always makes time for anything you invite him to, whether you explicitly ask him or hint that you'd like him there.

𓆃 For a lifetime, he's been at every graduation, performance, and new life event you could ever ask someone to be at.

𓆃 Iruka was also always at your place, and if he wasn't at yours, you were at his.

𓆃 Any family you have surely already considers him one of them, your more sentimental— or otherwise slightly ditsy— family forgetting that Iruka isn't another blood family member.

𓆃 As you get older, your friends or extended family will constantly assume that Iruka's your partner. From your teenage years on, everyone will assume that you're a couple whether you are or not.

𓆃 And, well, you practically are a couple. You see each other every chance you get; you talk to each other every chance you get; you work in complete and utter tandem, that even people who don't know you very well assume that you're a couple.

𓆃 With his proximity to the people closest to you, it's an appropriate assumption and when you do finally get together, no one's surprised.

𓆃 Hell, even if you decide that marriage is for you, no one would be surprised about that either.

𓆃 "I thought you were already married," practically every shinobi in the village will most certainly say upon your announcement.

𓆃 Children will be a large part of your life whether they're yours or not, strictly because of Iruka's status as a teacher. His students mean the world to them, and by extension, it's probably for the best if you get as least a little involved.

𓆃 Your dynamic will work best if you show a level of dedication on par with his, whether you're another teacher, a sensei, or even simply drop by with treats every so often.

𓆃 The students think that ANBU warriors are fascinating and giving demonstrations of your superior kunai skills never fail to impress.

𓆃 "You'll only be able to do that if you do all your homework on time!"

𓆃 Your relationship is village-centric. Perhaps you won't be setting off on any crazy joint-mission anytime soon, but you will have a close, natural relationship and a village full of people who absolutely adore you.

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Not into romance? Here's some platonic childhood friends with Iruka hcs!

[skyeslittlecorner]

So like i suddenly have this random thought- like Michelleel x gabriel.

Idk why i just somehow wanna see a scenario or hc of them?? Its so weird like i dont even know it crossed my mind lol(Gabriel was the bottom too like wth???)

Can I request a scenari- actually i think head canon will be much more fitted for these two. Sfw & nsfw(if its even available for imagination.)

If your not comfortable with it its fine, it was just a random thought lol. But do tell us how you feel about these two randomly hoho

My first reaction to Michi was like "Who put Olivine in WHB?" Although Olivine would have a lot of fun here. It's hard to say anything about him and Gabriel because we don't really know anything about them, but I see potential. For now, I'm pretty neutral about Gabriel, and I'm curious about Michi.

From what I've seen, Principalities are very low-ranking angels.

Or at least that's what wikipedia says and that's consistent with what I know.

We all know how the Seraphs treat even the Cherubs who are right below them, so there must be something special about Michi if Gabe not only didn't send him to his death, but actually trusts him.

At this point, the only thing we know about Michi is his card, so all of this are huge assumptions and a lot of imagination

SFW headcanons:

Their relationship would be quite tricky. Gabriel neither likes nor dislikes Michi (or at least that's what he says), but considers him a smart and useful angel who knows his job. Michi doesn't ask questions, doesn't question orders, and is best used for putting things in order. At the same time, he is not a pushover and can be clever on his own initiatives. That's how he kept his head and earned trust. Not because he is strong, but because he stands out and is irreplaceable.

I don't see our big three working at their desks, I guess they just give orders and little ants have to implement them somehow

In short, all the bureaucracy falls on this poor guy while Gabriel is busy simping praying

Michi behaves perfectly around Gabriel. He likes to live, after all. He looks at him with adoration and is proud that despite his rank, Gabriel paid attention to him. At first, Seraph's attention scared him, but over time, only his brothers scare him

But since he is a lower-ranking angel, he is much closer to the reasoning of humans than Seraphs. Maybe it would be possible to convert him, just like Leamas. Of course, after eliminating all the propaganda that Gabriel put into his head

NSFW headcannons:

It's hard to say anything about it, because the whole heaven could have one big orgy to let out some frustration. The only thing that I can think of is that probably not all angels have chastity cages, considering what is heavily implied to have happened during Levi's childhood… When we saw Leamas' life with Nina there was no mention of the cage either.

Of course, there can be many explanations. My own little headcanon is that some angels do get rid of these bonds. If Michi tried to get rid of his and got caught… Although there is also a problem here, that it is Gabriel who is the most faithful and all. It would be easier to involve Michael or Raphael. Although, who knows…

So I don't see it happening yet, but I'm open to it in the future.

[squishmallow36]

Keeper of the Lost Prepositions - Fifty-nine

Word count: 2.9k

Tw: none

(this chapter is incredibly gay and probably unrealistic. But i had hcs and i was running out of fic to implement them naturally, okay?)

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On Ao3 or below the cut!

    Monday rolls around, and nothing pertinent happened since last week’s very interesting new information. I worked on Gisela’s ability amplifier--which is what I’m calling the enhancer thingy because of the alliteration factor alone--all weekend. 

    I’m woken up by my alarm at way-too-early o’clock, my Spotify playlist on shuffle choosing Danse Macabre by Camile Saint-Saëns. That’s not ominous at all. 

    “Exile, why does that alarm have to go off so early?” I groan into my pillow. 

    I flip myself over and sit up to make sure I don’t fall back asleep, and wait for the song to finish before turning my alarm off. I may sit here all day listening to music if I don’t. And that isn’t generally a good idea when you have school.

    Despite all of my precautions, I half-fall back asleep, but snap awake when I realise what my brain is desperately trying to do. 

    Somehow, I get myself moving, and check my texts, mostly to see if Fitz sent me anything. Although I wouldn’t admit that. 

    Just making sure you don't sleep until noon today. Would be a shame to miss your first day back, he says. 

    I reply, I may be up but I am most certainly not awake.

   :) cya at school.

    Bold of you to assume I don’t pass out before I get there.

    I will personally drag you over here if I have to.

    Preposition, Wonderboy. I’m disappointed in you.

    :( I’m disappointed in myself.

    I smile and leave him on the dresser so I can actually get ready for school. After grabbing a quick breakfast, I herd the Triplets to the Leapmaster, and make sure we all leap to Foxfire. 

    They can and will try to escape if I don’t. They try even if I do.

    I feel an arm slip around my waist, and my natural reaction is to try to escape from my attacker, until I see that it’s merely my boyfriend. 

    The thought that I can call Fitz back fills my stomach with butterflies every time. 

    “Sorry,” I mumble, calming myself down. 

    Fitz just smiles and presses me closer. 

    Not one to pass up this opportunity, I snuggle into his side, just a little terrified of what might happen if someone notices. 

    “So what’s your first class?” Fitz asks. 

    “Elvin History,” I fake gag. “With Lady Asatira. You?” 

    We start walking that way as he answers, “Alchemy with Lady Kimiya. I don’t see why you have such a problem with Elvin History. That’s great.” 

    “No, what’s great is Alchemy. And it would be so great if we could trade your Alchemy that you clearly don’t want for my Elvin History that I very much do not want to do. Why should I care about the thirty-six thousand times the ogres went to war with the goblins?” 

    “Okay, I will admit that they are a little overeager sometimes. But Alchemy is still unnecessarily difficult, though.” 

    “And it has, on average, more holes in the ceiling,” I add. 

    “You call that fun, I call that needlessly dangerous.” 

    “Nah, it’s not all that fun, it’s just really easy, so it’s one of the few times when I don’t have to think.” 

    We stop in front of Asatira’s door, and Fitz says, refusing to argue with that, “This is where we part. Farewell, for now.”

    “See you later.” I begrudgingly pull myself away from him, and, after that, it’s a little more difficult to focus on class than usual. And by that I mean I spend half the class thinking about him, taking like seven notes so then I can say I’m paying attention, and sketching some projects that I’ll never end up building. 

    Basically, if I ever have to recite all of the Trollish Emperors, we’re all doomed. But I don’t see how that will ever be relevant. 

    It also doesn’t help that I get hungry like three-quarters through the lesson for the simple fact that I don’t eat much breakfast because the idea of food when I get up so early isn’t appealing. 

     So, when the lunch bell rings, Asatira gives me mountains of homework, and I escape as fast as I possibly can. 

    I catch up with Fitz somewhere in the halls, and decide I get to scare him the same way he did earlier by slipping my arm around him. 

    He doesn’t even react. Disappointing.  

    “Was Alchemy as horrible as you were thinking?” 

    “I have so much homework. And you’re going to be doing it all.” 

    “Then you’re gonna do my history essay. Stupid trolls and their very, very long list of emperors and I don’t give a verminion’s behind about any of them.” 

    “You love essays. And googling things. That should make it easier for you.” 

    “Have fun trying to find information on the human internet about a species that the humans don’t even know exists.” 

    “You got me there.” 

    We reach the cafeteria, and I know what he’s thinking without telling me, so I hold him closer for a moment before letting him go. 

    The side where he was is so cold and empty now. And not just because of the laws of thermodynamics. 

    We still sit down next to each other, though. Can’t get rid of each other that easily. 

    “Hello, people. It’s almost like I haven’t seen you in a whole week,” I say. 

    Biana replies, smiling. “Yeah. It’s also come to my attention that the lot of you don’t know that I’m bi,” She gives a double thumbs up, to which I respond with another double thumbs up. 

    She adds, “And while we’re at it, I also found a thing called neopronouns and then unironically fell in love with a set.” 

    “May I ask which one that is?” I ask after a second, pleasantly surprised no one needed a tutorial on neopronouns. 

    “Ae/aer,” ae answers. 

   “Cool. The vibes on those are immaculate. I don’t use them but,” I nod. 

    “Do you have anything you want to tell us, Dex?” 

    “I don’t want to impose,” I reply, knowing full well that it’s my only argument. 

    “Fine. Let’s take this opportunity and everyone who’s ready to come out can without worrying about taking the spotlight away from someone else. Maybe we can pass something around the table and you’re only allowed to talk while you have it.” 

    I dig out the little keychain Mr. Snuggles Fitz has been carrying around in his bag--because there can never be too many Snuggles. He glares at me as I try to give it to Biana. 

    “No, I’ve already said my piece. You take it.” 

    I sigh. 

    Tam holds out his hand. “Give me the starsexile Mr. Snuggles if you need five minutes to collect yourself.” 

    I pretty much throw baby Mr. Snuggles to him. 

    “So, yeah, I’m gay, if anyone cares. It’s amazing what being surrounded by the gays known as the Neverseen can do. I don’t think there’s a straight one among them.”

    “And pronouns?” Marella asks.

    Tam laughs dryly. “No. Don’t refer to me if you can help it. I guess nameself would be acceptable if you have absolutely no other options. And for that, you get Mr. Snuggles.” 

    Tam drops him in front of her. 

    “I’m just your friendly neighbourhood pyrokinetic lesbian. What else do you want?” 

    “No fancy pronouns?” I ask. “Fi/fire and ar/son exist.” 

    “Oh no, that sounds fun. I will look into that and let y’all know later. And with that, I giveth this to you, Linh.” 

    She sets Mr. Snuggles gently in front of her girlfriend. 

    Linh half-smiles. “Fair warning, this may change, but, as of now, I’m using genderfluid lesbian. I know I wasn’t sure when we talked last. And fae/faer pronouns because gender had to do that, didn’t it?” 

    A chorus of agreement reverberates around our table. 

    “Also, while we’re at it,” fae adds. “One of the reasons the Elves Tam and I got our genetics from hate us so much is because one of us was a very trans eleven year old, despite not knowing that word existed. Have fun guessing which one it was.” 

     Sophie chimes in, “If you don’t want to tell us, then we’ll just leave it alone. That’s your business, so I don’t see why we should care.” 

    Linh is smiling so widely as fae says, “I don’t think I have anything else,” before giving baby Mr. Snuggles back to me. 

    I’m just shaking a little bit as I say, “I’m out as gay to all of you, right? I’ve kind of lost track of who knows at this point.” 

    I wait for confirmation around the table before continuing, “Okay. I’ve also jumped on the neopronoun bandwagon. I’ve added xe/xem, but then I had to go change the possessive form to xor instead of xyr because I just had to be difficult. I’m still holding on to he/him, at least at the moment, so if you’d mark all of that down in your mental dictionaries, it’d be greatly appreciated.” 

    “Wait a second,” Linh says once I pause to breathe. “Last week, Fitz didn’t give us the name of the person working with the Neverseen. But he used ‘xor’ at one point, if I remember correctly. Is it you?” 

    I don’t want to lie to everyone here, as bad of a decision that may end up being. “...please don’t tell anyone. The fewer people that know, the less likely it will be that the Neverseen find out what I’m doing. It is entirely self-preservation.” 

    Sophie leans forward onto his elbows. “Dex, are you sure you’re not Vulcan?” 

    “My ears aren’t pointy yet, right?” I ask, reaching up to check. 

    Sophie sighs. “We should just be one gigantic cognate polycule and then maybe we won’t try to hide things from each other for once in our lives.”

    “Like you haven’t hidden things from Fitzy,” I point out. 

    “Shut up,” she mutters. 

    I give baby Mr. Snuggles to Fitz to keep him travelling around the table without thinking about what I’m doing. When I realise, I fully expect him to pass Mr. Snuggles on to Sophie or stuff him back in his bag to end this madness. 

    Dex, I’m going to tell them about us. If your opinion regarding that has changed since last week when we told Sophie, please let me know by stepping on my foot, Fitz transmits. 

    If he wants to come out, I’m not going to stop him. I just hope he’s thought this through. 

    “To join the party, I’m bi.” He pauses for a moment, and I see him swallow hard. “And also dating Dex right here.” 

    With that, Biana, Linh, and Marella all start asking every single question regarding us at the exact same time. Or maybe they’re just screaming. It’s difficult to tell what they’re saying. 

    I’m too distracted by them to notice Fitz wilting beside me before he gets up and runs off. 

    I turn around, watching him as he disappears down a hallway. 

    “I’m gonna go chase after him. Sophie, I give you the metaphorical Mr. Snuggles while I’m gone. Text me if you need anything,” I call behind me as I start chasing after him. 

    There is one major flaw to this plan: I don’t run. I’m winded after about thirty seconds. I slow to a fast walk as I check empty classroom after empty classroom with no luck. 

    Breathing hard, I lean against a post, eyes scrunched closed, trying desperately to find a more efficient way to find him. I whisper to myself, “Where would Keefe go, where would Keefe go, where would--the Mentor’s Cafeteria.” 

    I take a half step in that direction before realising, “No, all of the mentors would be there. Where would Keefe go, where would Keefe--his level six wing ditching spot.” 

    I think it over for a moment, making sure there isn’t an obvious reason Fitz wouldn’t be able to go there before taking off in that direction. 

    I find him right there, and I sigh in relief as much as my very winded lungs can manage. 

    It takes half a moment to register, but he’s curled up in a ball, presumably crying. A soft “oh, Fitz” escapes my lips as I run to him and bury him in a hug.

    “Sorry,” he whispers, accent turned up to a hundred and ten percent, from where he’s tucked into the crook of my neck. 

    “Don’t apologise,” I say automatically. 

    “Bloody hypocrite.” 

    “I know.” 

    After a short pause, I ask, “Do you want to talk about it?” knowing full well what’s been going through his mind. 

    Fitz merely shakes his head. 

    I start tracing slow circles on his back, and he snuggles farther into my shoulder. 

    With my free hand, I let Sophie know that I have, in fact, found Fitz. He has not run off as far as he possibly could have. 

    After a few minutes that I refuse to admit are as wonderful as they are, Fitz sniffles, “You should go back to the cafeteria.”

    “I’m not going to leave you here to wallow in your misery alone…also I don’t know how to get back. I don’t know this side of campus very well.” 

   Fitz snorts a little. “So I should get myself together before I make you miss class.” 

   Not wanting to affirm that he is correct, instead, I reply, “Well, you haven’t wiped your nose on me in like two minutes, so I think we’re already heading in a good direction.”

    Fitz wipes his nose on me for good measure for that comment. 

    “Thanks.” 

    “I do what I can,” he replies, smiling. 

    The bell rings at exactly the most unnecessary time. 

    “Do you want me to stay?” I ask, looking at Fitz, still gorgeous even with red, puffy eyes and blotchy cheeks. 

    “I’m not going to keep you. As much as I may want to live right here.” 

    How is he so perfect? I press a soft kiss against his forehead. 

    He looks up at me, smiling in his way that makes my heart flutter uncontrollably. 

    “I guess I should’ve started with that,” he says. “What class do you have next?”

     “Universe with Sir Geza. You?” 

    “Metaphysics with Sir Shankara. Clear across the campus.” He points down a hallway. “That’ll take you back to the level four wing as long as you don’t get distracted and turn down another hallway. I’ll see you in Study Hall?” 

    “Thanks, and yeah. And then I’ve got to finish off the Godzilla insanity. I said I’d get it done by the end of today so maybe I should work on that for once.”

    Fitz pulls himself away from me, and I try not to want to grab back on to him. I should really go to class, not be distracted by my boyfriend. 

    I make sure he’s fine enough to handle going to class, just down around a few corners from here, before I take off down the hallway he indicated earlier. The walls shift from white to red to green before I know where I am again. I find my locker and switch out my books as quickly as I can, then I get myself to class just barely in time. 

    We go over the Deirfiúracha, and their thousand other names depending on who you ask. I’ve apparently also spent too much time staring at screens because I can only see five out of the seven main stars. 

    Yeah, Sir Geza isn’t thrilled with that. He just ups the brightness and moves on with the lesson. 

    I can’t prove that he gives me more homework because of that but I can’t disprove it either. 

    I reach Study Hall before Fitz does, after hitting my locker for my Elvin History books. He collapses next to me, and drops the stack of his Alchemy homework on the table in front of me. 

    In response, I give him my Elvin History books that I’m sure he won’t need. 

    I get distracted by a page or two of Fitz’s absurdly easy Alchemy worksheets, before making myself work on the Ability Amplifier. 

    It’s nearly there, I’m sure. It’s just that the code doesn’t want to compile. I can leave it super buggy, but it should at least compile. Usually it’s a typo, and those are easy to find when there is a literal red squiggle under it, telling me there’s an issue. 

    This may purposely be low effort but that’s just a little pathetic. 

    I get it to sort-of-functioning, and by that I mean my test cases are coming back how I want them, but it’s still pretty buggy, knowing what it’s supposed to do. 

    Hey, if the thing doesn’t work, then I can just argue that I didn’t give it enough time to work. I’m terrible at estimating how long things will take so it’s not exactly a lie. 

    The fact that I have to rationalize that to myself says so much. 

    In the last five minutes of Study Hall, I send an email to Gisela to let her know that it’s as close to done as I’m going to get it. And then, after class, I stuff it in my locker. If Fitz’s prediction is correct, then I won’t have to go that far to get it when Godzilla needs it. 

    And then I drag Fitz over to my house because I’m making him sit there while I work on his Alchemy homework. At least he has the opportunity to hide from Keefe while he writes my essay. 

    That I’m going to heavily edit once he’s done. Sometimes I may sound like him, but not to that extent. At least not yet. 

[sugar-petals]

Baekhyun Doms You: Ending Up Laughing

↳⎡NOTE.⎦thought this’d be an interesting concept & a different side to smut: what if you try things out and it’s both not your thing? w/ a humorous twist and subby bf moments sprinkled in 😄

♡  words. 4k

+ tags ⚠️ pwp hc, bondage, throatfucking, graphic, cum play, unsafe/clumsy practice: do not recreate, degradation, biting, masochist bbh, domme!reader switches unsuccessfully, whips, hair-pulling

imagine that. a wide-eyed baekhyun pacing and tiptoeing in front of your toy shelf, trying to pick a riding crop he fancies. it takes five minutes and several ‘uhh, ohh’ confused puppy noises until he’s able to decide which one he’s taking. 

...literally even if he knows exactly which one does what. you’ve used all of them on him. 

meanwhile, you take three seconds flat to pull out one that fits your mood and proceed to edge the living shit out of him. yes, without literal further ado. teasing his dick and marking his thighs and doing all kinds of delicious things. 

he’s still going back and forth in his head without having even started out. cutely tapping and swaying from one foot to the other. 

it’s like he’s back to school. priceless.

what’s even more hilarious: baekhyun practices random mean facial expressions while trying to decide. he doesn’t seem to be sure what character he’s going for. it feels like he’s rehearsing for a concert or photoshoot, even. absolutely fascinating to watch. 

i mean he’s absolutely photogenic no doubt about that but

you’re sitting on the bed waiting naked like okay is this gonna be william shakespeare deluxe or what is kyoong channelling over there

“um... i think i got it! this one, okay? i’m ready!”

finally he walks over, strutting with his nose in the air and his eyes glaring, muscles tense, a mysterious bad boy charm about him, whip ready to sting, lips tight and punitive...

....and hits his pinky toe on the bed

oh the pain

great master baekhyun flops headfirst into the sheets processing the existential cruelty of bedpost pinewood and needs head pats to recover

lots of head pats

at least twenty of them

so many head pats

more time passes until kyoong is back in character i guess

you probably could have listened to exo’s whole discography in the meantime

and knitted a rug for taemin’s new flat

anyway

baekhyun tries to act very confidently finally getting into it 

adopting a sharp ‘hmph’ kind of tone 

endlessly teasing your back and thighs with the riding crop

so far so good sir pinky toe

but he just goes on and on

you could actually crochet a pair of socks for chen’s daughter now that you think about it

it’s you who has to tell him to get to the point and it’s clear he’s more nervous than he pretends to show

to be fair he’s not the only one

you try to get yourself mentally ready but you find yourself giving him actual orders and even correcting his stance five times cuz he’s so wobbly on the mattress like a pupper indeed

baekhyun mumbles to himself and has a hard time fully implementing the advice on posture but tries to aim well regardless. it seems to work at first

but tragically

he ends up with a miss, hitting his own thigh rather than your ass and moans out loud

now you’re the one confused because you were waiting for the whip to come down

but nope it went elsewhere did it

you wonder how he managed to do all that furious fencing in the obsession mv with an aim like that

looks like he’s so submissive, he straight up whips himself

taking matters into his own hands is he. subs these days.

baekhyun keeps on being wobbly on the bed and looks like he ran a marathon already

may i remind you that this guy does 3-hour long concerts and can practice throughout an entire night

... you both agree to immediately scratch that completely after his next flailing strike sends the riding crop flying into his unsuspecting, non-consenting plushie collection

animal cruelty

moving on

you figure that a change of location might be a good idea

baekhyun sits you down on a chair and bashfully stores away the yeeted whip

he vows to never use a riding crop again already and his teddy bears are thankful for it

now the whole plushie village and whole china knows how you don’t do it

next up is rope

what could possibly go wrong

he practiced wrist bondage on his own ankles for five days straight, you really prepared a lot of things to test out together today 

and he’s seen you tie him up over and over and over

but whatever it is that he manages to install on your arms 

looks like a piece of very experimental modern art that just sold for half a million at sotheby’s

what’s supposed to be a column tie is nothing but a mere... ball

chaotic like baekhyun’s personality. not surprising at all

wait that rhymed

anyhow

even alexander the great couldn’t have cut this gordian knot of a tangly masterpiece

ironically: while baekhyun’s roughly grabbing your chin for an intense kiss... the rope casually falls apart harder than the soviet union in 1991 my loves, you ain’t ready

baekhyun takes ages to notice while he’s teasing and kissing you and ends up sweating bullets when he realizes that the sublime art fell to pieces.

sorry comrade 

the fantasy knots and artistic freedom increases even more when it comes to putting a collar and leash on you

and his guy is supposed to be a dog owner? mongryong, instruct your man

baekhyun is a flustered mess trying to fasten it on you even if he tries very hard to be concentrated

maybe it’s because you’re watching him with literal hawk eyes checking every move (...hoping he learned something from you oh my). you’re not really melting into your role either, huh. the only thing melting is your pussy because baekhyun is acting so embarrassed which is the actual turn-on

if that doesn’t give you away

the leash comes off in two minutes time after baekhyun miraculously ties his own hands together with it

how the fuck did that happen

how do you even manage to do that

eager are we

after whipping his own thigh, self-domination 2.0 i guess

so whipping and bondage are off the programme 

this has been the most chaotic and hazardous attempt at topping in the history of sm entertainment

and they’re literally called s and m

...humiliation is next

when you planned your session you both figured hey he’s tested and tried by exo’s lively debate culture and he might be able to pull that off

and there are no props involved so he’ll have an easy time right

life is an illusion

you find out he can’t pronounce degrading names clearly because he keeps on stuttering them. which in return makes baekhyun crack up. 

carrying on the joke, you correct him every time. 

“i want you to repeat after me: stupid, slutty, bitch.”

it ends up as you doing what you always do 

teaching and training him while baekhyun either shyly or brattily obliges. you don’t even notice how you’re doing it but from the outside, it’s blatantly obvious.

because your brain is still feeling in domme mode, you also find yourself saying the usual things to him without thinking, even when he grabs you and gives orders. “now bend over! i’m gonna fuck your brains out.” — “okay, cutie!” 

which causes baekhyun’s mean face to collapse and he snap out of his command tone immediately, snorting because it’s the last thing he expected

he tries to carry on by punishing you with an actual mouth gag and a harness he can hold onto while fucking you from behind, i mean your pussy is already wet why not

guess what’s gonna ensue

wearing a harness feels kind of strange and new so you wiggle back and forth and all over the place. like what is this, what’s happening. baekhyun’s dick is going into all kinds of directions my friends, the amusement park carousel surely inspired this fucking style right here. 

and wearing a gag — there’s a way different person who needs to have this in his chatty mouth. 

kai and kyungsoo’s dream would come true and yet you’re the one gagged 

something ain’t right

if you’re honest. you’re feeling so weird being on the other end of punishment tonight and not being able to give him any directions. your dom brain is worrying he’s all left to his own devices trying to drive that confused dick home left and right and above and below and diagonal and crosswise. 

the fuck

your poor guts my god

what’s worse: his stamina is gonna sneak up behind him and tap on his shoulder like... bro that’s enough pounding for a whole month please spare these balls from deflating please do not break this device

to which your pussy agrees in unison

how are you gonna love your bub day in day out if you’re that sore

there’s nothing more frustrating than being sore and horny with byun baekhyun at your disposal

or a knocked out boyfriend trying to generate at least a sprinkle of semen after getting completely emptied in one go

probably sleeping for three days straight

alright so the harness and gag come off fast oh dear baekhyun clears those away in a heartbeat

that’s another point off the list 

the more you know

carousel cringe dicking down type of dominance... bizarre, disorderly, totally erratic, not on the agenda, worst rated on bing 

comrade baekhyun keeps on apologizing for making things so messy even if he tries and tries

you’re both so puzzled because you’re used to something so different and need a water chugging pause

baekhyun hasn’t sweated this hard since doing the MAMA choreography

and your pussy has never had to provide this much lubrication at once

where on earth is both of your usual stamina what happened

if a type of sex exhausts you fast and even baekhyun’s balls are suddenly moody you just know you’re wired in the opposite way

safe to say you’re better at giving and baekhyun is better at taking

leave the multidirectional powerfucking to kai or something

and being orderly to xiumin

another rug could have been knitted my friends 

moving on dot org

so, you both figure to take it easier and try to go with something he usually does in passing. you know, turning a typical baekhyun habit into something you can try out casually in bed so he can tease you.

that one should work out right?

proceed: teeth action. you seated, him positioning himself above you. after your approval baekhyun pulls your hair back to expose your neck — so he can deliciously bite into it (or so was the plan). 

reality: his hand gets tangled up completely. 

while he’s busy nibbling and giggling about like a lil’ bunny chomping at a carrot that turns out to be extremely ticklish herself. 

in fact, you start squeaking out a wonky high pitch, startling baekhyun’s fine musical ear to the bone by the obvious atonality. did she just try to outsing my vocal range with a creaking whistle note? 

mariah carey would cancel you on twitter over this one

that’s how you turn a vicious, possessive bite into an eternal meme

every time either of you go for a neck kiss, you end up imitating each other. baekhyun has immortalized himself as a nervous chomping bunny and you as the vocalist anti-christ

lord have mercy

you miss your old sex life already and it’s only been two hours

cause you see... if baekhyun gives you the chance to bite him? he needs a set of long sleeves, scarves, and an extra soft pillow to sit down on for the next two days

like, no mercy bitch

you get right down to business and ravage him and do it properly until he cums in his pants

sure, the way he uses his tongue now is definitely kinda hot mind you

baekhyun is always good with his singing equipment that doesn’t suddenly change aye

and you keep your eyes closed

but with time you notice that he starts drooling and whimpering. baekhyun’s wet mouth is out there betraying him, huh.

same with your body. your reactions give you away, body language just won’t lie. you have a damn hard time staying still. you wanna do something, you wanna touch and guide baekhyun all over.

and vice versa baekhyun keeps on glitching and doing the same thing he really became a living tumblr gif now

this whole session is just so confusing and laced with all these moments of awkwardness it’s really telling you something about yourself and mister pinky toe’s ideal dynamic

baekhyun can’t even get himself to even lightly slap you properly. and when he does, his delicate hands are just so cute. it’s as if legolas came along, scented in jasmine, elegant and fabulous like it’s a l’oreal commercial

he immediately looks concerned after he manages to do it cleanly and you admit it wasn’t really that exciting a feeling yourself. it felt more like, “um ouch, and?”

needless to say, you’re weirded out if anything, baekhyun smacking and dragging you around as a cold-as-ice dom is just a strange thing to do for both of you 

like even exo’s wolf era fashion was more coherent than this carrot fuckery

and those were some of the most intense turtlenecks ever 

is there really nothing dominant baekhyun can pull off. come on he’s the genius idol 

actually 

there’s something that does work out for once

because no rule without exceptions indeed

because hey, you can learn something anyway, it’s the whole point of you going through a list of things to try as a couple

baekhyun is good at doing the more hardcore, faster kind of fingering. who would have thought, totally surprising, revolutionary i know. but that’s where you’re both agreeing hey, there’s some untapped potential you can use for the steamier evenings you have going. 

cuz wow, he can get you off with flying colors. 

...only to succumb to a malfunctioning bobohu wrist 

even baekhyun’s boner for your legs in latex isn’t that stiff

it’s another pause until his hand loosens up again

this poor man just can’t win

and if you’re asking oi hard domming isn’t the only thing you can do

baekhyun trying to summon his inner soft dom: surprise, same old tale. here we go again.

your boyfriend thinks he generally looks way too puppy-like to be your big ole buff daddy taking care of you. oversized sweater, fluffy hair and all. 

you say to him well, it’s not that doms can’t wear casual things. but it’s true that you have to feel your role and find yourself believable. regardless of your looks, in fact. 

unless your partner really enjoys you dressing up as some kind of dominant hyper-archetype? looking the part is relatively unimportant if you’re absolutely made for dominance you say

pretty eye-opening moment for him

in your roleplay, he caresses and kisses you to the point, he can approach and lead you to do this or that position, don’t be mistaken. and he’s good at making presents, he’s indulging you perfectly well and actually likes doing it. but... it still ends up being more vanilla than not a few hours in. the d/s is out the door almost automatically the longer you do it.

at the end, it leaves you with a feeling of “but err, what now? give the maid outfit to charity?” 

baekhyun rubs his neck in search for something else to do, both of you staring at each other with expressions blanker than kyungsoo when a prancing chanyeol is acting up.

how did the quote go again. if you scramble for inspiration, let it be?

it’s exactly that situation when baekhyun soft doms. he can hold you tight and do his thing for a while, but the chemistry of your roles is dwindling into a question mark.

in fact. there’s an uneasy silence as if great mother suho was sitting right beside you critiquing baekhyun’s sugar daddy skills

baekhyun is rich like a motherfucker and can’t even call you ‘my innocent lil’ baby girl’ without looking like he just learned a first grade tonguetwister by heart

you did play your parts with less cracking up, but you clearly tell him that there’s still something strangely clueless and “ah, awkward” (baekhyun’s verdict in response, verbatim) in between the two of you. 

when you take care of baekhyun and tuck him in, you hardly run out of ideas. it just goes on and on. even when you played through an entire scene, you both come up with things to extend the scenario because it’s so much fun. you make him a hot chocolate, massage his feet, brush his hair, do some extra light bondage with a silk ribbon around his ankles to make him feel pretty, feed him pizza, have him cuddle up in your lap, pinch his ass, and do some rimming if he’s feeling a bit hornier. 

the spoiling is nice at the start, but there’s something missing. you want to lead his hands and really treat him, and do it all the time, and baekhyun really finds himself craving it as well. 

baekhyun soft domming quickly turns into — well just normal loving makeouts and gestures. you kiss and touch, there’s nothing hierarchical about it, nothing mega juicy or exciting.

you just don’t get into the groove, you know. there’s nothing particular happening if you try to get into those roles. it doesn’t titillate both of you for an extended period of time, it doesn’t make you curious for more. it’s like... shrug. what about it. 

when you usually dominate, you know something hits home when you think about it all day. baekhyun screaming and crying with his legs twitching pops up whenever you close your freaking eyes goddamn.

you make a note to observe whether you’re going about your daily business thinking about how you could be his innocent good girl. following his every whim, making big eyes at him or something. 

result: more shaky, ruined baekhyun moaning his soul out in the highest of notes and leaking cum everywhere from getting choked and his face sat on. 

daddy baekhyun has simply not crossed your mind. in fact, poor guy no chance to fit in there from the get-go. his particularly whorish, extra subby counterpart is all over your brain cells with his tongue out. and you’re very tempted to grab it between your thumb and index and spit in his mouth for some very good measure. maybe cum in it as well.

um. so there’s that. the more you know.

baekhyun figures as much himself and you try the other side of the equation. oh, oh. here comes hard dom baekhyun.

who gets you on your knees and starts a wild deepthroat session while calling you names. that’s all well and good... nope. your gag reflex decides to yeet some weird coughing facial expressions and reflex cock bites at poor baekhyun who doesn’t know what’s happening. to finish him off completely, you sneeze while having a hiccup and his dick slips out. 

... you both safeword at the same time.

that cleanup has scarred you both for life. what the everloving fuck. no more impulse throatfucking in this pure christian household, then. 

you’ll stick to lazy, twirling, indulgent blowjobs and the usual ruined orgasms for him — the actually planned ones, jesus christ.

like seriously. you invented a whole new language with those confused gargling noises and that wasn’t french, it was advanced level klingon. baekhyun repeats asking if you’re okay and you’re still stuck realizing oh hell, that was not pretty. off the bucket list, you like sucking him off but this style just doesn’t come natural to you. 

the popsicles you could train yourself with are usually gone from the freezer within a day after getting the groceries. baekhyun is wholeheartedly addicted to them. 

he loves cheating on his diet since you told him his fully cheeks are your emotional support squish and kiss pillows, so.

baekhyun rightfully insists he’s better at eating pussy the wild way in the first place — and that you have no business choking on his dick like you’re on hot ones eating the world’s spiciest whatever is trending now.

or actually... baekhyun’s dick can’t be compared to a chili pepper if we’re doing a choking analogy alright. that just doesn’t fit his promotion concept. cinnamon stick is more like it.

ever saw one of these terrible cinnamon spoon videos where reckless people try to defeat god by— anyway, you’ve seen them. that’s how you looked like trying to get your mouth fucked. i think god would actually be defeated by how far away from divine elegance that was and you’re so sorry for subjecting baekhyun to this artless display. 

cinnamon is still best used in small doses. say, for garnishing a creamy cake or pie y’know. 

anyway. you dished up the most butchered attempt at sexy gagging in history and so, baekhyun will preach for days how he’s the one chosen by fate to push down seven big fat inches of your strap still half asleep without even blinking. 

... and that his world-class operatic breath control would probably enable him to bury his face in your pussy on mount everest. baekhyun knows that every domme would sell her soul to get a sub as skilled with breathing as him.

...and that he has the official copyright for giving quality slobbery oral with quality smudged tears. as he will demonstrate to you almost daily from then on. king of messy head and going stupid with the tongue acrobatics. ugh, the noises are amazing, too. give him a grammy for his oral sounds.

gotta leave the heavy-duty work to the experts innit.

at dinner, he also poutingly brags how he can make his spit run out of his nose while he’s sucking himself through your entire dildo collection. and blow spit bubbles. and snort his own semen off his thighs and let it drop off his tongue if he’s in a particularly slutty mood. or a creampie. jeez, baekhyun, the wolf of wallstreet is strong in him. you literally have to stop him from showing off because “hey boy, i already know! i’ve seen it last week bro it was good!”

needless to say he’s talking in essays all day because he wants things go back to normal and he doesn’t have to ask twice.

for real, your candy man with the cinnamon stick has been suffering from the love bites and has to retire his cock for two days from the bruising. 

mind you. the pain he can deal with. that ain’t the problem. by all means, man. he’s a fucking masochist. 

it’s actually more like... submissive you has deactivated his boner and he can’t help it. it’s not you that makes him limp, it’s more like, the klingon choking and the ton of mishaps that just don’t sit right. 

baekhyun feels bad about not doing well enough to make both of you have a good time as well which is lowkey heartbreaking. you have to cheer him up with ‘now repeat after me: stupid, slutty bitch’ jokes to make him chuckle at least a bit.

cuz you gotta understand, baekhyun is very ambitious to develop his talents in all areas of life. if there’s a skill he gets stuck with and he can’t work with his potential, that’s so unusual to him.

and you say man, imagine if you were some kind of uber-talented dom. that’d still not make me sneeze any less.

if you dominate him, it feels easy to do. nothing can really ruin the mood, not even when the lube runs out (baekhyun drools enough to make anything slippery okay). 

except maybe when xiumin rings on landline because he left his favorite fluffy sweater in the subway and needs to vent about it. my god that’s such a tear-jerking story i’m close to sobbing. this shit could kill literally any boner.

or when your hand cramps up after shoving your fingers down his throat and in his ass for like half an hour which should be ranked first as the saddest anime betrayal of all time but it’s justifiable and you had a lot of fun beforehand.

in other words. only the things outside of your control tend to mess with your femdom business. in and of itself, nothing can kill your vibe except a dying battery obviously. 

whereas you trying submission oddly spoils the atmosphere from the inside out and provides a free cringe compilation. like without even doing much, it happens automatically. 

baekhyun relishes in dramatically recounting how you both looked like true clowns attempting a rendition of overexpensive, extra tangly contemporary art bondage. hell, not even employed clowns, completely retired ones, struggling to regain their tightrope tricks from summer 1912 when harry houdini was still hot shit in town. 

you say oh god, that wasn’t even worth a retired clown’s skillset, clowns work damn hard man. you’d be hardpressed to find any circus artist capable of cracking a whip onto themselves baekhyun-style and moaning out loud because it was this good. seriously. that was one for the books.

if baekhyun tried to set foot in some willy-nilly maledom porn, he’d be capable of firing himself on the first day. 

at the end, you just have a good laugh, man. you agree — hey, this ain’t it, but it’s good to know at least. tried and tested, been there, done that. self-whipping and carrot-nibbling and blowjob hiccups.

if you’re both so hopeless and living up to the challenge managed to upset poor mariah carey instead of giving you a hot and steamy time, you very well know where you belong. that’s a good feeling. assuring and a confidence boost for your skills. it makes up for all the clumsiness actually. 

exactly because the try-out part was an entire disaster, domming baekhyun will be even more fun, you can’t see it becoming anywhere near boring. it never really was, but now you know where your strong suits are even more so. and — what to avoid, anyway. 

no more unsafe practice and teddy whipping under this roof my friend

and something to incorporate more often which is baekhyun unleashing his very creative, pianoesque fingering skills on you.

you have lots of anecdotes to rile each other up as well. or, at least, tease another a bit. your high note was too legendary not to be remembered.

baekhyun will use all of these things against you in a positive way if you get what i mean. he’ll say how you being so strangely vocal made him realize just how commanding and compelling your sexy time voice is when you tell him how to kneel, how to kiss, how to revere.

and you teasing him how clumsy a dom he is makes baekhyun more self-assured in his subbing abilities. he knows for a fact you’ve not once roasted him about how well he can use his pretty mouth. cuz it’s the real deal. sloppy, skilled, and eager to please. he’s damn right about that.

hitting his toes has ruined baekhyun’s whole career as a dom and he was mad at first but he did realize that beside the clumsiness, subbing just suits him well as a principle

your experience gives you even more anticipation for all the sex you will have in the future. 

you already knew what you both liked. you know it even more now, it’s underlined, it’s a big relieved yes. no more cringey “daddy, daddy, choke me please!” worship. time to make his day and sit on baekhyun’s perfect face to fuck the shit out of it. 

or you know, actually land a whip on his juicy boyfriend thighs and listen to those heavenly loud reactions in a dead-on pitch (he usually moans in C minor).

long story short and cinnamon sticks aside. it’s even more fun now. you just love your cute subby boy just as he is. he doesn’t have to try to be anything else or step up his game. he’s so ideal just doing what he does like a real angel.

more subby stuff: m.list + ao3

↳⎡FINAL NOTE⎦i love writing crack lmao i hope you were rolling on the floor like i did 😂 write me your favorite part in the comments so we can laugh again and buy me a ko-fi if you wanna 👍

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[kittymsmithwritesstuff]

Sexuality HC on Unconfirmed Legends

I saw some other people do this and figured I would too, though TBH most legends my hc changes or shifts depending on what I’m writing.

Also all sexuality headcanons on non-confirmed legends are valid and I pretty much enjoy and read all of them these are just the ones I lean toward, particularly when I’m writing.

Bloodhound: They like them bois, them pretty dark haired strong-jawed boooiiiiis. Simp ass bitch. (If you haven’t read the lorebook then please find a way to you will understand). That said they are confirmed to like men, I still see them as bi. My sexuality hc for them vary by story I write. 

Lifeline: Lesbian or bi. Like smack in the middle bi. But mostly Responsible Lesbian ‘cause otherwise Octane would have killed himself by now. 

Pathfinder: Don’t really have one. Straight based off of official lore w/ Ash I guess. Maybe ace? (I’m not taking the somewhat-canonical-but-also-not-really fucking implements into account)

Wraith: Gremlin. Male leaning bisexual or straight. (Kind of basing off of Lorebook stuff in my head on this one). Mostly attracted to other Gremlins crypto

Bangalore: Gayer than a two-dollar bill, but like, she’s not really aware of it. (I haven’t read comic spoilers don’t say anything please). Still wonders why she watched Sinbad so much as a kid (It was Eris, it was always because of Eris) I might be projecting here a bit but I also just think the movie is fucking rad

Caustic: Gay lmao

Octane: He’s up for anything, mostly because he can’t be bothered to figure out what he likes, which is probably pretty much anybody. He’ll probably just run headfirst into somebody and if they survive the collision he’ll know they’re the one. 

Wattson: Smol bean. Very cute. Kinda see her more into guys than girls. Maybe ace. 

Crypto: Cup noodles /j. But honestly I keep seeing him as straight? Like, in his normal life, he was just kind of a dude doing his thing. Still doesn’t know how to talk to girls but that would be neat. Shyboi. Do kind of see him as demi-straight though, and not just because of his hacker-secret-life. 

Revenant: In a committed relationship with his puppy skinning knife and a bucket of BP oil runoff. Probably straight as a human, not in a “straight people are evil” way, because no-one is inherently evil based on sexuality alone, but because of his hair and I saw a post about his human self being a “Tumblr hotguy” from 2013 and it’s not wrong.

Rampart: There’s nothing straight about this woman. Look at her fuckin’ ponytail, sitting on the side of her head like that. It’s not a style it’s a fucking mating call.

Horizon: Lesbian mom ftw. Maybe a male partner once in her life (not necessarily Newton’s father but could be), but otherwise just a polite and prolific at one point lesbian. I’m just saying I’m available at all times Ms Somers

[bella-donna418]

Livestreaming on YouTube w/ Mikasa

A/N: An HC I need to write rn bcs I might forget it later.

More modern AU vlogs bcs why not.

AND this is somewhat livestreaming 👀👀

~~~

So the house has like this recording studio/room for Mikasa because a few people (Sasha, Connie, Zeke (surprise he knows), Armin and Annie) know she's VERY good at singing)

And since they couldn't think of what to do with an extra room in the house because like, the house is huge asf and you'll need to fill EVERYTHING up.

So let's get to the point.

Sasha usually forces Mikasa to try at least livestreaming on YouTube because she BARELY has any videos.

Mikasa's like, "Sasha, no."

And Sasha would do all desperate pleading sh!t which annoys Mikasa to the point she sighs and says, "Fine. Just once. But DON'T tell anyone."

And Sasha was so happy.

Then ends up doing the opposite (the irony ik)

She's like, "She'll livestream later. Y'all gotta watch it."

And they're like, "Why?"

And Sasha looks at her fellow comrades from the "we know she can sing so good" club and they're like "oHHH—"

And the others who don't know are like '???' and just shrugged.

So here it is.

Sasha is with Mikasa in the recording studio/room and everyone is like somewhere else but they're watching ON someone’s phones and waiting for the countdown to end.

Sasha is there for like reading some stuff/song requests for Mikasa while she's singing so they don't miss anything—also for operating things.

So the livestreaming countdown ended and finally!!

(I'm the one writing this but why do I feel excited LMFAOO)

Ok, so Mikasa went to the regular greetings of like, "Hello, everyone." (Sasha still busy setting things up)

And then... the others were like watching and they're freaking hyped.

Sasha then read the first request (from Twitter) "So, first song is Dangerous Woman."

Mikasa's like, "Seriously?"

Sahsa looking at her while eating some doughnuts be like, "Request is request."

Mikasa rolls her eyes and the music starts.

Ok let's go to the "watching in secret" crew because they're like "Holy sh!t, holy sh!t!" (Ymir the one saying that, gets smacked by Historia)

Y'all let's skip to the high notes, shall we? 👀👀

So when she LITERALLY hit that note Jean almost dropped the phone and everyone bonked him on the head (I mean who in the right mind would drop such expensive iPhone 12 pro?! They rich and all, but thrift is key and it’s something Erwin and Levi implemented)

Everyone went full blown kung fu beating up and screaming of admiration

The vets somehow hearing this then Levi and Erwin went inside the room where the noise was coming from to see the commotion.

Levi's like, "What the f%!k is this?"

Everyone snapping out and looking at him—fear now lingering.

Then Hanji passed by and decided to stop there (she’s like that parent who walks by and sees you then ends up saving your a$*)

And she's like, "YOU'RE WATCHING TOO?!"

And the people who are scared shitless nodded slowly.

Hanji was like, *le gasp* "OMG SAME!!!! SHE'S SO GOOD AT SINGING, RIGHT?! SHE DIDN'T EVEN TELL!!"

Levi and Erwin giving her weird looks—gets ignored though.

Hanji be running to them to join the fun making Levi groan and Erwin sigh as they went back to what work they were doing earlier.

Mikasa seems to be having fun, so she just continues while Sasha is recording on her own and literally laughing to herself because she's looking at her phone and their comments were being buried.

Until she saw the snowman request which was Armin's.

And she was now glaring at Sasha while she laughs it off.

Ignores it and sings it anyway (it's f!#$ing ✨i m m a c u l a t e✨)

So let's list down the songs Mikasa sang

- Dangerous Woman - Take me home (the Bebe Rexha one) - Lover (Taylor Swift duhh) - Willow (I can't help but think of T.S songs lol) - Play Date (Melanie!!!!) - Kings and Queens - Hallucinate - God is a woman - Positions - Driver's License - Snowman (Armin requested this!) - 34 + 35 - Imagine - Love story - Me! - Stuck with u - Blank Space - Can we kiss forever? - In the name of love - Ready for it - Break up with your girlfriend - 7 rings - Dancing with a stranger (sam smith omfg) - Without me - Wildest dreams (Most of the songs are literally Taylor Swift or Ariana Grande lmaooo)

Moment of truth: Everyone was staring at Eren like: 👀  who seem to be let's say... impressed (or something more than that but you get the point)

So when the livestream was over everyone (who didn’t know) was like 😳😳 "She could sing—I didn't know that...

When Mikasa ended her live, they both got out of the recording studio and went inside the room where everyone was, she was now getting lots of shocked looks which made her go like 😳 "Y-you guys—"

And Hanji (no I didn't forget she was with them) beamed at her and was like, "Mhm! You didn't tell us you could sing!"

Mikasa was then blushing like mad and looked at Sasha who smiled sheepishly and went on her way to the kitchen.

Jean was trying to keep his inner peace and not go all like, "AKNCJDSNJNABSJ" (ofc he fails and he left the place)

The people who knew, are just stiffling their laughters right now because (manisfesting EreMika) Eren is literally looking at her with a 'how come I do not know about this?' look and glanced at Armin.

Armin just grinned and shrugged.

Mikasa then left the room to go to the kitchen��maybe to scold Sasha or something—because SHE clearly didn't expect this.

She only has an idea that Armin, Connie, Zeke, Annie and Sasha knew about her ✨talent✨ in singing.

She went to the kitchen for some iced tea and glared at Sasha who grinned while eating her favorite chips, PRINGLESSSS (can I have some too?)

She just sighed and continued.

To be honest she had fun with it and decided she should do more of these when she's free of work (because everyone now knows so there's no turning back now)

In the future, she'll probably do more of those live singing or cover song vids. (She clearly loves singing and it relieves herself when stressed— and so she won't get bored and stop all her videos about how she's so bored asf lmaoo)

~~~

A/N: And that's the headcanon!

Another disappoint one I believe.

I was like, why not make her do a livestream on YT where she sings for like an hour or smth

*adds a subtle EreMika bcs it's my OTP*

She now has an addition to her channel which is cover songs lol (assistant/manager is Sasha duh)

[aforrestofstuff]

“Is this the ask box? Dude I have no idea where to submit crap but here it goes: The S Class have a group chat, what’s it called and do they chat shit about Amai Mask in it? Does anyone send memes? What do they talk about? I feel as if you’re the best person to ask crap like this too”

You sent me a submission. But that’s ok, tumblr is hard. It took me like 4 months to figure out how to turn anon on so you’re already a step ahead of me lol.

How the S-Class heroes text and what they would do in a group chat:

So, the name of the group chat would probably just be “S-Class”. Nobody really wastes their time trying to change it because Child Emperor would just change it back.

Yes, they make snide remarks about Amai all the time. Metal Bat especially.

I’m gonna give a rundown on what each S-Class hero does in the group chat and then give you their texting style when talking to other people (with a screenshot):

Tornado of Terror:

Group chat: Only talks shit in the group chat. Pulls no punches. She’s salty 24/7 and only agreed to be a member of the chat just so she can berate the other S-Class heroes in the event that they fuck up even a little bit.

Texting style: Her texting style is a lot. Just... a lot of words in caps. If you don’t respond to her within five minutes, she’ll spam the living hell out of your phone. She’s so angry. Someone help her.

Silverfang:

Group chat: Nonexistent. He reads all of the messages but never participates in conversation. He rarely ever uses his phone anyway. The Messages app is the only app on his home screen.

Texting style: A... lot... of.... dots..... Texts like an old man on Facebook. He doesn’t know how to implement contact names so he just memorizes everyone’s number.

Atomic Samurai:

Group chat: Also nonexistent. He has that shithead boomer attitude that all new technology is evil and useless, so he doesn’t even bother reading the messages in the chat either.

Texting style: he rarely uses his phone. He just has one because Iaian’s cell carrier gave him a freebie. Atomic Samurai texts surprisingly well, he’s just super salty about it. His only contacts are his three disciples, and he would’ve had to resort to remembering their numbers like Silverfang had they not put their names in themselves.

Child Emperor:

Group chat: serves as moderator. He basically does anything the Hero Association execs doesn’t wanna do, so he’s in charge of keeping the group chat friendly (which is almost impossible).

Texting style: perfect grammar. Very professional. All of his contacts are labeled specifically and he uses a different phone each week because he’s paranoid of any information leaks.

Metal Knight:

Group chat: He would be a moderator like Child Emperor but then the Hero Association grew a brain cell and said fuck that. Because of this, he’s requested to be left out of it. He wouldn’t give enough of a fuck to read the messages nor engage in any discussion anyway.

Texting style: Very demanding. Short texts. Uses a different phone each week like Child Emperor because lord knows he’s got a lot of shit to hide.

King:

Group chat: he’s not even in the group chat and he thinks it’s because nobody’s noticed, but the truth is that everyone knows it and they’re either too intimidated or don’t give enough of a shit to ask. He gets nervous every time someone mentions it in a meeting because he would rather swallow a microwave than have to talk to his coworkers any more than he already has.

Texting style: pretty normal. Lenient on grammar, uses acronyms, texts at normal intervals. His phone is full of pics of anime catpeople and he gets Discord notifications a metric-fuckton times a day from the many, many gaming servers he’s part of (nobody knows it’s him though).

Zombieman:

Group chat: lurks. He reads only the important messages and responds with one-worded texts. Usually just things to let everyone know he understands what’s going on like “got it” or, “affirmative”.

Texting style: he knows how to use his phone, but in a middle-aged suburban dad sort of way. He only ever uses it to read the news, take pictures of crime scenes or important documents, use the notepad, and text a select few people. He gets new phones often—not quite as often as Child Emperor or Metal Knight—because he’s also paranoid about it falling into the wrong hands. In addition to that, technology hates him. Siri never listens because his voice is fucky as all hell.

Drive Knight:

Group chat: He doesn’t even have a cellphone, nor is he in the group chat. He’s basically a walking computer so he’s got 0 use for a phone. And he’s not in the group chat because he specifically requested that he not be put in it on account of the fact that he doesn’t give enough of a shit about his coworkers’ internal affairs.

Texting style: Doesn’t text. Like I said, he doesn’t have a cellphone. If he wants to get a message across, he’ll communicate it over comms. Like a weirdo.

Pig God:

Group chat: Is surprisingly active? I think I’ve said this before in a previous hc, but the main three things he does all hours of the day are use the internet, eat, and do hero work (which also counts as eating). So, lo and behold, he’s got a lot of spare time to communicate with everyone over text. It’s easier for him to talk over text than it is in person, since he’s really shy. His real personality really shines through. Proud of him.

Texting style: Basically like any regular teen. Uses acronyms, sends the occasional meme, leaves people on read for hours at time because he can’t be bothered to pick up the phone, and has no care whatsoever for grammar.

Superalloy Darkshine:

Group chat: Super active. Engages in nearly every conversation and almost serves as a mediator whenever it comes to arguments. He’s really positive and doesn’t like conflict so he’ll do whatever he can to alleviate any tension between anyone in the chat in the event that it arises. If Child Emperor wasn’t moderator, it would be him. He also exchanges boomer-ass fitness memes with Tanktop Master. The two of them just kind of have their little side conversations while everyone else is talking about a completely different thing. They’re best bros.

Texting style: Like I said, he’s super positive. He’ll use emojis every other word and a LOT of exclamation points because he feels there’s not much else he can do to express his perpetual excitement about everything. He takes care of his phone relatively well considering his whole schtick is tanking damage. He might need to get it repaired every once and a while because he absolutely REFUSES to get a new one. He grows attached to objects really easily and losing something he’s had for so long would feel like losing a close friend.

Watchdog Man:

Group chat: not even in it. He can’t even text because no phone in the world can detect his fingers through the super thick pads of his suit. He doesn’t even have a phone for this reason. Why would he need one when he’s in the same place all hours of the day?

Texting style: like I said, he doesn’t even have a phone. If he did, he’d probably eat it. Not because he’s too dumb to know the difference, but because he feels that’s the only use it’ll serve to him.

Flashy Flash:

Group chat: Only reads the important messages and engages in conversation when it serves to humor him. He’s not super talkative, but when he is, he’s got a LOT to say. He usually just quarrels with Tatsumaki whenever she gets smart with someone. It’s a wonder she hasn’t killed him yet.

Texting style: Sort of formal. He texts exactly like how he talks. He goes the extra mile to use proper grammar and even thinks emojis/acronyms are frivolous. Pretty pretentious, but he gets whatever point he’s trying to communicate across quite well.

Genos:

Group chat: I can’t decide between him either being super involved in the chat or not giving a shit at all so I’m just gonna flip a coin here... Super involved! He’s got something to say on every topic and voices his opinion with no filter. Aside from that, he doesn’t really engage in conversation very much. He just sort of drops in every so often to give the take of the century and dips the fuck out.

Texting style: Basically like Flashy Flash’s style. He texts exactly like how he talks, uses near perfect grammar, and thinks emojis/acronyms are a waste of time. Occasionally, Saitama will convince him to “act like a teenager” and type “lol”, but it never sticks. You could say... he’s programmed that way. Hehe.

Metal Bat:

Group chat: Shit-talker in chief. He initiates all discourse on Amai Mask and nobody really complains since they’re all in the same Amai Mask hate club, practically. If anyone’s sending good memes, it’ll be him. He’s got no filter and voices his opinions with no fear, taking no prisoners and shit-talking everyone equally.

Texting style: Gen Z to the extreme. Uses emojis, acronyms, the whole shebang. He’s young enough to have grown up on technology so he knows how to use his phone well. The phone itself, however, is barely functioning. If it could talk it would be saying “kill me...” because Badd drops it, smashes it, and breaks it 24/7. The only thing he does to repair it is apply some scotch tape and call it a day. It looks like shit. He doesn’t want to get a new one until the one he has now is COMPLETELY broken.

Tanktop Master:

Group chat: Like I said, he and Superalloy Darkshine have their own side conversations while everyone else is on a completely different topic. They exchange boomer-ass memes about fitness and shit. Other than that, he doesn’t really participate outside of the occasional one-word text that lets everyone know he understands what’s being said.

Texting style: Dad. He texts like a dad. Not a smart dad either, like a tryhard dad that had just googled internet terminology and uses it in all the wrong ways. He doesn’t use emojis because there’s so many that he gets overwhelmed. He tries though, by god he tries.

Puri-Puri Prisoner:

Group chat: Basically a mediator like Superalloy. He doesn’t really like conflict and does his best to spread love and cheer but to no avail, since everyone else is a huge drag. He engages well in conversation and offers his input on plans. He’s a pretty active and well-rounded member.

Texting style: one problem, though. He’s not supposed to have a phone in prison. His texting style is very abbreviated and almost illegible because he has to get the message across as fast as possible before anyone notices he has a cellphone. The phone itself is old as hell and smells like ass. For obvious reasons.

[yanderecandystore]

Can we get more of the teachers with their lab escapee S/O????

Well, sure! I think it's a really different headcanon, it reminds me of asmrs where the Listener can hear their thoughts. I wish I could implement more of this, but not necessarily that the darling is actually hearing the yanderes thoughts, but that the reader (you) can see what they're thinking.

TW/Tags: continuation to a previous hc about mind reading darling who is a monster with more human traits than monster ones (so there is spoilers in this post, go read the first one if this storyline interests you) // homesickness of a home you have never been in // how about we have two "endings" in this one? I'm feeling dangerous >:3 // also a lot of meta language and fourth wall breaking that just came to me?? Like- out of nowhere.

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Raining [Yandere! Teacher OCS x Mind Reading!Reader - Headcanon]:

Because of course it's raining. Especially now that you're here, in a random cold and wet alley, trying to block the noises from the thoughts that come from the citizens.

It's been four days since you were here, eating scraps you found along the way. You didn't manage to do much as their voices and thoughts were overbearing. The fact that you may be considering going back to their homes, going back into their death trap was starting to sound so much more appealing than staying here all alone, suffering and starving.

You don't want to go back, you know they could probably hurt you. And you don't want to deal with the Bright Vision Corp anymore, you have heard rumours of humans being quite unfair in these types of facilities, you're afraid you may have a gruesome punishment awaiting for your return.

All that you wanted to do was to find your family, your kind, your home! Your true home. You feel like a piece of you is missing yet you don't know why, why would you be missing something you never had?

Why would you miss the affection and comfort that you have never had? That you have never experienced?

Why do you feel so alone when you have been all by yourself all your life? There are so many questions and no answers, and it seems like your whole life is just based on this.

Questions, confusions, no answers, no resolutions.

Your head hurts from the lack of food and proper water that you have consumed these days. Maybe you should go to sleep in hopes of restoring some energy.

I'll let you choose your path now, but it's not exactly the end from here, it's just a point where the story creates two different routes. If you're wondering why, it's because I don't know what to do with this plot line lol. So I tried creating something that may or may not be cool (I just hope it's fine with you).

→ A: You finally find a clue:

Now, in this convenient dark place, the idea that you in your worst moment is going to find a beacon of hope in a pile of garbage is just as absurd and cliche as it sounds. Yet, would you really be surprised I mean, I'm personally a cliche story teller (I have to admit that), and also-

How else would you expect to find clues about other possible monsters like yourself, if not in a place like this? Where no unwanted eyes are going to find it, where only those that need to see it, will see it!

I think you're a smart person dearest, being an experiment inside a secretive facility does help you learn some form of "street smarts". Or in this case, secret passwords/codes?? My point is that you have learned at least some forms of secret codes and how to read secret messages.

Maybe you're imagining stuff, maybe you shouldn't be reading stuff that is written on abandoned alley's walls and interpreting them as some sort of hint to find your kind, even more absurdly, to find your family.

But hey, it's a desperate time- Whatever clue of a place you need to go it's already enough for you.

Who knows? Maybe luck is at your side this time around.

→ B: You go back to them:

While looking around the place you can see many types of written phrases across the walls, which you ignore thinking it was some sort of art. You heard people like to do it just for fun, so why even bother looking at them?

You just feel really, really cold and hungry. You don't have time to look at nonsense.

You wonder if the sounds are becoming more silent because of the lack of humans walking around, or because your mind is starting to go blank once again. It's both comforting and frightening, is this the end? Are you going to die?

You fall unconscious once again, but this time worrying if you'll ever wake up again.

While you're curling yourself into a ball to protect yourself from the rain, unaware of your surroundings, a familiar figure comes in.

Worried that you may be sick and lost, they take you away. Yet of course, you didn't really know what was happening, as you were too tired to move yourself and make an effort to see who it was, or to even stop them.

And like that, you're back into their arms.

🍎 Madeline Allen part:

You would probably wake up with the smell of food, it smells so tasty. You guess your unconscious self wanted to alert you of the sweet scent of a glamorous heavy meal. You don't think you ever got the chance to experience such a thing, just smelling cooked food was already way better than the scraps you ate in the alley or the food given to you by the Bright Vision Corp. Of course, everything that is good ends abruptly.

You tried to stand up as soon as you realized where you were, but of course, you couldn't, because that would be too easy. You were trapped into the couch, by…. Blankets? It isn't too tight so it doesn't hurt you, but the knots are really strong.

You look everywhere to try and find the one person that has done this to you, only to find yourself alone in the living room. You can hear something, someone in the kitchen. I guess she still hadn't finished cooking, she didn't know when you would wake up, so she tried to be patient and not wake you up herself.

You try to break free but to no avail, Madeline comes in surprised that you're finally awake. But something seems very, very different about this encounter.

"- Oh dearest, are you okay? I hope I didn't tie you up too tightly." Her expression shows you that she is waiting for a response. But you can't hear her second voice, you can't hear what she is thinking so you keep your mouth shut.

Which was really disheartening to her, she hopes you aren't mad, maybe you're cold or hungry right?

"- I'm making dinner for us. And after that you can take a bath and we can sleep to calm down and- In the morning we can talk about all of this. How does that sound?" She says, coming forward. You frantically shake like an animal trying to escape, trying to scare her until she lets you go.

"- And if you would prefer, you can sleep wherever you want! My bedroom is upstairs, and you can sleep on the couch if you want, it is a folding bed." She is trying her best to make this situation comforting to you. It would be a shame if you ran away again.

"- I don't care where I sleep, I don't want to stay here with you!" You scream as loudly as you can. I mean, hey, maybe someone is going to help you?

She is still coming towards you, her face is emotionless and you can't help but feel extremely unsafe around someone you can't read their thoughts. I mean, you still can read it, but you can't tell what she is thinking about and that is absolutely terrifying to you.

This is probably the first time you actually felt nervous around her. Her penetrating gaze mixed with affection and maybe, anger??

"- Oh dear, that's a shame-" she leans down towards you and pinches your cheek with her right hand while the left is making a "no, no" notion "- Cause I don't think you have a choice this time."

🍎 Matthew Robinson part:

You would probably wake up with the smell of food, it smells so tasty. You guess your unconscious self wanted to alert you of the sweet scent of a glamorous heavy meal. You don't think you ever got the chance to experience such a thing, just smelling cooked food was already way better than the scraps you ate in the alley or the food given to you by the Bright Vision Corp. Of course, everything that is good ends abruptly.

You tried to stand up as soon as you realized where you were, but of course, you couldn't, because that would be too easy. You were trapped into the couch, by…. Blankets? It isn't too tight so it doesn't hurt you, but the knots are really strong.

You try to look around, although the whole ambience is pretty dark as almost all the lights are out and it's night time outside. You thought you were lucky to be all alone, until you saw the figure sitting next to a dim lamp, reading a book.

He was tired, you could see that in his expression. He was tapping his foot impatiently as he awaited you to wake up. He thought that food may have turned cold if you didn't wake up earlier, yet his mind prevented him from waking you up.

You can't see well, but you noticed that he wasn't wearing glasses while reading the book. He was only trying to distract his mind but he was obviously disturbed by the circumstances of these past few days.

"- Hello." He says. Tired as usual. You of course, don't answer.

"- I have made us dinner-" He continues "- And after it, I can prepare a bath for you, I think you would appreciate it after staying out in the rain." He says in his monotonous voice, as his second inner voice seems awfully quiet. You can't hear his thoughts for some odd reason.

This is probably the first time you ever felt so frightened by not being able to hear thoughts.

You tried to hold your anger, but you couldn't help but spill out venom as you turn your head towards him- "- As if I would eat anything coming from you."

You would soon start to regret those words as you see him sigh and get up from his seat. Not showing anything through his thoughts or expressions, although his tone does seem to be one of affection and- disappointment, by your current sassy attitude towards him.

"- You haven't eaten proper food in this couple of days, and when I found you, you were freezing from the cold rain-" Leaning down towards your trapped form, sounding absolutely done with this whole situation.

"- I don't think you are in position to deny my help."

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[adventure-hearts]

( PART 1: DA + ASTROLOGY )

PART 2: DIGIMON ADVENTURE + MBTI 

Taichi - ESTP Yamato - INFP Sora - ENFJ Koushirou - INTJ Mimi - ESFP Jou - ISTJ Takeru - ENFP Hikari - ISFP Daisuke - ESFP Miyako - ENFP Iori - ISTJ Ken - INFJ

Discussion and Commentary below!

If you’ve read some of my previous headcanons about the MBTI, and in particular this very popular post from four (!) years ago, you may find I’ve changed my mind a lot.

An important thing about this typology (or any other one, really) is that it’s quite easy to just look into some websites and make decisions based on the keywords used to describe each type. Which is what I used to do. Keywords are helpful to help us get the “basic picture” (hence why I quote them in this post), but now I believe that you have to read actual theory in order to understand the subtle differences between each type and make more educated guesses.

Since then, I’ve been reading more deeply into MBTI and the Functions. Consequently, the way I understand the MBTI has changed significantly, and so have my Headcanons.

It’s been particularly interesting to learn about the Inferior Function, or the “dark side” of each personality type. The more I read about it, it became surprising that how it seemed to describe most of the adventure kids’ characters arcs incredibly well. This is another reason why the combination Chosen Children + MBTI is such a fascinating and fun thought exercise!

It should be noted that different authors can have widely different interpretations of types, which is why, for the sake of simplicity and coherence, I’ve only read 3-4 main sources when preparing this post. And I tried stay away from popular MBTI websites and resources that exist around the internet, most which can have a slightly misleading/superficial vision of each type. 

However, this doesn’t mean my HCs are “RIGHT” or that other people can’t have better ideas. I’m as biased about the characters as anyone else. I’d be very happy to hear alternative takes!

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Taichi - ESTP Dominant function: Se

Flexible and tolerant, they take a pragmatic approach focused on immediate results. Theories and conceptual explanations bore them - they want to act energetically to solve the problem. Focus on the here-and-now, spontaneous, enjoy each moment that they can be active with others. Enjoy material comforts and style. Learn best through doing.

Taichi is pretty easy to type, and most ESTP descriptions fit him nicely. Thompson notes the archetype of ESTP is James Bond and Xena the Warrior Princess; I think the character of Taichi, who represents Courage, fits in the same tradition — a bold, impulsive, adventurous leader who is good at strategizing and is able to make though decisions, but is is also very charismatic and charming.  Taichi’s tendency to become thoughtful, introspective, and indecisive under stress can be explained by the inferior function, Ni.

Yamato - INFP Dominant function: Fi

Idealistic, loyal to their values and to people who are important to them. Want an external life that is congruent with their values. Curious, quick to see possibilities, can be catalysts for implementing ideas. Seek to understand people and to help them fulfill their potential. Adaptable, flexible, and accepting unless a value is threatened.

By contrast, Yamato is always the most difficult to type! I ended up using INFP rather than INFJ, because I think it makes more sense for his dominant function to be Fi (introverted feeling): “Due to the introverted nature of Fi, INFPs’ status as feelers is not always evident from without. When immersed in Fi, they can seem a bit cool, aloof, or indifferent.“ (Drenthe). This type is pretty well representative of Yamato’s caring, passionate and caring side, and especially his conflict during Adventure is beyond, his search for self and meaning. Yamato’s more critical, aggressive, angry, and impetuous side is easily explained by him falling under the influence of the inferior function of this type, Te.

Sora - ENFJ Dominant function: Fe

Warm, empathetic, responsive, and responsible. Highly attuned to the emotions, needs, and motivations of others. Find potential in everyone, want to help others fulfill their potential. May act as catalysts for individual and group growth. Loyal, responsive to praise and criticism. Sociable, facilitate others in a group, and provide inspiring leadership.

Another character who’s relatively difficult to type. I see Sora as being in the middle of many of the Preference axis, hence why I initially typed her as something pretty difference different. But now I’m pretty convinced her dominant function is Fe, even though she’s probably only 51% Extroverted. She leans more towards iNtuition than Sensing: Sora’s definitely someone who can pick up things intuitively, especially when it comes to human relationships. So, ESFJ could probably work as well, but I see her as more of an NF type than a SJ type. Sora’s tendency to become hypersensitive, stubborn and withdrawn when under stress? That’s the inferior function, Ti. 

Koushirou - INTJ Dominant function: Ni

Have original minds and great drive for implementing their ideas and achieving their goals. Quickly see patterns in external events and develop long-range explanatory perspectives. When committed, organize a job and carry it through. Skeptical and independent, have high standards of competence and performance - for themselves and others.

This is an example of how learning more about Functions made me change my mind! I believe Koushirou is the text-book definition of INTJ and the Ni function. Koushirou isn’t just someone who thinks — he creates knew knowledge and connects theoretical possibilities. One of the effects of the inferior function of this type, Ni, is an “Obsessive focus on external data”, which means that they can become obsessed with controlling small details, which is what Koushirou tends to do under stress.

Mimi - ESFP Dominant function: Se

Outgoing, friendly, and accepting. Exuberant lovers of life, people, and material comforts. Enjoy working with others to make things happen. Bring common sense and a realistic approach to their work, and make work fun. Flexible and spontaneous, adapt readily to new people and environments. Learn best by trying a new skill with other people.

Mimi is a rather obvious fit for this type, not only with her bubbly and happy exterior, but also her naïveté and compassion towards others (Crest of Purity). 

Jou - ISTJ Dominant function: Si

Quiet, serious, earn success by thoroughness and dependability. Practical, matter-of-fact, realistic, and responsible. Decide logically what should be done and work toward it steadily, regardless of distractions. Take pleasure in making everything orderly and organized - their work, their home, their life. Value traditions and loyalty.

Jou’s type seems pretty straightforward. The characteristics of this type to fit him (and the Crest of Honesty) very well. The inferior Function of this type is Ni, manifested as impulsiveness and catastrophizing — classic Jou moves whenever he looses his cool.

Takeru - ENFP Dominant function: Ne

Warmly enthusiastic and imaginative. See life as full of possibilities. Make connections between events and information very quickly, and confidently proceed based on the patterns they see. Want a lot of affirmation from others, and readily give appreciation and support. Spontaneous and flexible, often rely on their ability to improvise and their verbal fluency.

Takeru is REALLY hard to type. Mostly because, just like his brother, he isn’t as transparent as he seems. Behind that charming, open, happy façade, Takeru runs deep. I ended up choosing ENFP is described as the most optimistic of all types (Crest of Hope), and they are very charismatic and inspiring as well. The “dark side” of this type can be hopelessness or depression (see also: tri. Chapter 3!)

Hikari - ISFP Dominant function: Fi

Quiet, friendly, sensitive, and kind. Enjoy the present moment, what's going on around them. Like to have their own space and to work within their own time frame. Loyal and committed to their values and to people who are important to them. Dislike disagreements and conflicts, do not force their opinions or values on others.

Hiakri is another one whose type isn’t obvious, but maybe for different reasons than the other characters I hesitated about — we just don’t see enough of her. I think you can make a strong argument for her being an Intuitive type, but ultimately I think Fi represents her better.

Daisuke - ESFP Dominant function: Se

I know it’s reductive to say Daisuke and Taichi have different personality type, but that’s easy to understand if you see them as being in different stages of type development.

Miyako - ENFP Dominant function: Ne

I’ve always thought Takeru and Miyako are pretty alike, hence why I think they would both fit this type.  

Iori - ISTJ Dominant function: Si

Again, Iori and Jou are pretty alike, although at different stages of their personality development. I could see Iori a ISTP/ISTJ, too — to be fair, I haven’t made up my mind totally about him.

Ken - INFJ Dominant function: Ni

Seek meaning and connection in ideas, relationships, and material possessions. Want to understand what motivates people and are insightful about others. Conscientious and committed to their firm values. Develop a clear vision about how best to serve the common good. Organized and decisive in implementing their vision.

I’m just going to go and give Ken INFJ, although I’m not entirely sure it is the best fit. Ken is incredibly complex, but Ni seems to describe him fairly well. And certainly, the “dark side” of Ni, Se, can very well explain why Ken developed his Digimon Kaiser persona.

BONUS

A brief summary of the 8 Functions:

Introverted Intuition (Ni) collects conscious and subconscious information, and then synthesizes it to produce convergent impressions, insights, answers, and theories. It sees deep causes, patterns, and laws underlying sense data. It is characteristically penetrating and insightful.

Extraverted Intuition (Ne) surveys and creatively recombines a breadth of ideas, associations, patterns, and possibilities. It is characteristically innovative, divergent, open-ended, and non-discriminating. Outwardly, Ne users may present as scattered, random, quirky, witty, and ideationally curious.

Introverted Sensing (Si) retains, consolidates, and recollects historical and autobiographical information. It attends to and draws on a concentrated body of past experiences, routines, and traditions (i.e., the “tried and true”). It forgoes the constant pursuit of new or broad experiences, finding safety and security in stability and consistency. It also surveys inner bodily sensations.

Extraverted Sensing (Se) seeks extensive outer stimulation in the “here and now”—new sights, sounds, tastes, experiences, etc. It is open-ended and non-discriminating with respect to new experiences. It can also be associated with image-consciousness and observation skills, displaying a keen eye for detail. Outwardly, it may manifest as a recurrent desire for activities beyond talking (“Let’s do something!”).

“Introverted Intuition (Ni) collects conscious and subconscious information, and then synthesizes it to produce convergent impressions, insights, answers, and theories. It sees deep causes, patterns, and laws underlying sense data. It is characteristically penetrating and insightful.

Extraverted Intuition (Ne) surveys and creatively recombines a breadth of ideas, associations, patterns, and possibilities. It is characteristically innovative, divergent, open-ended, and non-discriminating. Outwardly, Ne users may present as scattered, random, quirky, witty, and ideationally curious.

Introverted Sensing (Si) retains, consolidates, and recollects historical and autobiographical information. It attends to and draws on a concentrated body of past experiences, routines, and traditions (i.e., the “tried and true”). It forgoes the constant pursuit of new or broad experiences, finding safety and security in stability and consistency. It also surveys inner bodily sensations.

Extraverted Sensing (Se) seeks extensive outer stimulation in the “here and now”—new sights, sounds, tastes, experiences, etc. It is open-ended and non-discriminating with respect to new experiences. It can also be associated with image-consciousness and observation skills, displaying a keen eye for detail. Outwardly, it may manifest as a recurrent desire for activities beyond talking (“Let’s do something!”).

“Introverted Thinking (Ti) utilizes deep and nuanced logic to examine techniques, problems, concepts, or theories. It seeks self-regulation and self-optimization through the development of personal skills, methods, and strategies. It takes a skeptical and reductive approach toward knowledge.

Extraverted Thinking (Te) uses explicit logic, including standardized methods, measurements, policies, and procedures, to make systems and operations more rational, efficient, or effective. This often involves working as part of an institution, be it corporate, scientific, academic, etc. Outwardly, Te delivers opinions and directives in a firm, direct, measured, and unemotional fashion. It may at times be perceived as harsh, tactless, or unsympathetic.”

“Introverted Feeling (Fi) explores and refines personal tastes and feelings, contributing to a strong sense of personal uniqueness. It is self-regulating and self-controlling, working to maintain inner emotional and moral order. It may also emotionally invest in a limited number of love objects, be they persons, animals, hobbies, or causes.

Extraverted Feeling (Fe) surveys a breadth of human emotions, values, and morals. It strives toward interpersonal rapport, consensus, and continuity. It can also be associated with effective communication and social intelligence, facilitating growth and transformation in others. Outwardly, it delivers opinions and directives in a direct yet tactful way, often with a sense of emotional urgency and conviction.

in My True Type, A.J. Drenth

MBTI RESOURCES

A.J. Drenth. “My True Type”

Lenore Thomson. “Personality Type”. 

A.J. Drenth. “The 16 Personality Types”.

The 16 MBTI® Types https://www.myersbriggs.org/my-mbti-personality-type/mbti-basics/the-16-mbti-types.htm

Naomi Quenk, “Was That Really Me?”

[ellanainthetardis]

Hi again! Same anon here. I'm happy you're doing well :). I didn't have any specific character in mind actually. But maybe something about the Capitol citizens? Seneca, Plutarch, the stylists? (Or Elindra? she's sooo amazing)

For Elindra I think I poured all my current hc in that os I wrote about her not too long ago but for the others let’s see... 

Seneca is a character I had a very roughly undefinied idea of until not too long ago. I now have OCs for his parents. We saw Oresto briefly in an os I already published but there’s another one coming where he’s a bit more fleshed out. Basically I hc Oresto Crane (his father) was a Head Gamemaker around the Second Quarter Quell (and resigned a few years after that, probably around between 5 and 7 years) and he has great ambitions for his son, unfortunately Seneca always disappoints. It’s a bit of the same pattern Effie has going with Elindra which is why, I think, Effie and Seneca are such good friends. He’s a bit older than her so he wasn’t very interested in her friendship when they were younger but he knew her from infancy and they started being tight when Effie hit fifteen because they recognize the same struggle in each other.

Also Oresto doesn’t want to hear AT ALL about Seneca’s sexuality, to him, he needs to marry a well-bred woman and have the puncfuntory 2.5 heirs to pass along the Crane name - no adoption or surrogate will do for the first born at the very least. As a consequence Seneca doesn’t have a very nice life. He mostly hides the boyfriends in the worst-kept secret ever in the Capitol, parties a lot, samples drugs (I also hc his mother had an addiction problem because it’s the only way to make her life tolerable), and more or less earns himself the reputation of a player because he dates left and right (I hc he’s probably as pansexual as Effie but leans more toward men). 

He’s also SUPRA ambitious and won’t stop at anything to prove his father wrong so he works hard and manages to become the youngest Head Gamemaker ever appointed but even that doesn’t satisfy his father because there is ALWAYs something he could do better. On that regard, he enjoys Snow’s mentorship and that’s also why, probably, he’s a loyalist, less out of conviction and more out of sentimentality. 

This being said, he’s absolutely not blind to the state of Panem. Being a Gamemaker wasn’t the dream come true he expected it to be and he finds all the killing of children a bit hard to stomach (hence the drugs and the sex and the partying) but it’s not enough to convince him to drop his way or life or to give him rebellious ideas. He enjoys his comfort and, at the end of the day, he’s a powerful coward. He won’t put himself in jeopardy for anyone (the closest he would to put himself at risk is for Effie who he considered to be his best friend but even that has limits, if he had known the storm it would unleash, he would never have gone for teh star-crossed lovers things). He does try to be a fair Head Gamemakers to victors though and he does try to make the prostitution thing safer by implementing limits and rules but it’s a drop in an ocean of shit really. 

PLUTARCH now. He’s not my favorite character because I don’t find him very interesting. His motives are very plain to me and not very pretty. I never managed to give him a backstory that was compelling enough for me to like him. Basically I hc he’s very much a slytherin in the pejorative sense of the word (and I say this as a Slytherin). He’s the shadow behind the throne. Basically I hc that he was whispering in Snow’s ear for a very long time. A Gamemaker but not one anyone particularly paid any attention to, more of a curtesy title really, he was more of an advisor and a trusted one at that. 

But Plutarch always smells where the wind blows and he could tell a rebellion was brewing long before Katniss left the first sparks. I sort of hc it’s Fulvia who got him sucked into the rebellion because I like the idea of a romance between them but he’s far too pragmatic to do anything out of a sense of idealism. Probably for a long time he simply cultivated his contacts, his spies... He spun his web (a bit like Littlefinger) and waited to see where his interest truly lied before he chose a side. 

I think Plutarch genuinely values his friendship with Haymitch and the kids even if, on their part, it’s reserved because they know it comes with strings. Paradoxically I don’t think it does come with strings when they’re concerned but... Yeah, it’s maybe something he would come to resent them for a little way post MJ. He’s being the best version of a friend he can be for them and they still mistrust him a little because with him there are always angles.

THE STYLISTS now! Well, Cinna isn’t my favorite character either because he gets out as the “saint” of the series and, for a long time, Haymitch got blamed for a lot of shit that CINNA actually did (like turn Katniss into the symbol of the rebellion without asking). Cinna was the real hardcore rebel, he was dedicated, believed in the cause with a touch of fanatism and was only to happy to die for the cause, he was probably proud to die for the cause because he had martyre figure written all over it. 

Portia got involved out of conviction but also because of Cinna. I hc that by the time the 74th rolled around, they had been together a long time. Years, at least. He was more famous and more successful than she was as a stylist but she was getting there and while they were associates, they each had their own specific brand. Portia is quirky and she loves a good joke, she’s easy-going and loving but she can have a protective streak and she’s probably mroe down-to-earth than other Capitol because I hc she comes from the lowest Capitol classes (still wealthier than District people but you know, the part of the Capitol population that works). Same for Cinna. I know some people say he comes from District 8 but I don’t think I saw that in the books so Idk if it’s fanon or just something that people like to say... But I like the idea that there were actual Capitol people involved in the rebellion, who fought for equality because if the rebellion is only District people and Plutarch... Well, it just makes it sad. And even in Nazi Germany there were rebellion pockets, it’s just logical to have Capitol people actually fighting the system. So yeah, I like to think Cinna comes from the working class of teh Capitol and that both he and Portia worked their way up to the top and that it took lots of work and talent. I also hc they met in design school, saw each other’s sketches and just clicked. Instant connection. They’re soulmates, I can’t help it. 

Here, I think I’ve exhausted my top-of-the head hc for those characters... :p 

[papakhan]

Some hc notes about this future because I’m absolutely not going to be able to implement them into anything else

NCR held the dam, Legion driven off, Caesar died of his brain thing, the Legion is coming undone at the seems

The Followers of the Apocalypse got the end where they were driven out of Freeside, then out of the Mojave. Some of them gave up and went home, some of them headed out as a group into the wasteland to see who they could help

These Followers ended up getting captured by The 80s in northern Nevada

To the surprise of the Followers, the migrating Great Khans came to their aid because it was what they considered “The honourable thing to do” after the Followers metaphorically done the same when they were at their lowest

The Khans and the Followers held a tentative alliance for mutual protection and resource pooling by the time they reached Wyoming they had gelled together and agreed to keep their symbiotic relationship going

Julie Farkas low key kinda hates Papa Khan and gets on marginally better with Regis. Papa doesn't notice this and she gets an honorary Advsior role anyway

The Followers do manage to curb Some of the Khans behaviours. The Khan's never really lose their viciousness, but a good few decades down the line when eventually Papa dies, their raiderness begins to taper out much more

Partly because Regis took over for a few years and he's just normal but also sad now because Papa died. If I was gonna write a game it'd go around here, where the Great Khanates leadership enters a period of mourning and begins to transition to. Whoever Papa's chosen heir was. And if there wasn't one well 😏 that's where the game comes in

Future Follower anthropologists will ponder if it was really worth their predecessors laying down their staunch pacifist beliefs to unite with the Mighty Great Khans. Was trying to declaw a budding raider nation really worth it? Given how powerful the khan's become in the North West, probably yeah

[ragewerthers]

Operation: Smiling Eagle

Summary: Not many people take the time to get to know the real Ushijima Wakatoshi. The goofy side, the dorky side, the kind side, the awkward side..... they just see a volleyball monster mixed in with all the other monsters of the Shiratorizawa Volleyball Team. And sometimes people are less then kind in what they say.

Luckily... Tendou is there to make sure Ushijima doesn't take those words to heart.

A/n: This fic was inspired by a conversation I had with @ticklygiggles​ and the hc's we came up with for Ushijima and the love his team feels for the big guy!

It was hilarious and fun coming up with those hc's and she was kind enough to let me use them to write this fic!

You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21530074

Enjoy! :D

Word Count: 3831

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When most people seen Ushijima the first thing that came to mind was that he was an imposing figure and not someone to be messed with.  His height was mountainous to most and the way he spoke felt blunt and sometimes bordered on a bit harsh.  To many he was a monster in his own right mixed with the other monsters of the Shiratorizawa Academy volleyball team.

However, most people only took him at face value.  They were more keen to make comments about him rather than try to get to know him better, but if they tried they would see someone truly more than his outward appearance let on.

They would get to see that even though he was a skyscraper of a human being, he would always lower himself slightly so that he didn’t scare the kids he worked with afterschool for their volleyball league.

They would notice that before he spoke there was always a pause as he tried to find the right words.  They would see that he wasn’t attempting to be mean or harsh he was just… awkward.  He would sometimes even go over his conversations to see what he could do to be better next time. 

But most people didn’t ta ke the time.  They didn’t get to see the man who would wait and help the elderly cross the street.  The man who couldn’t walk past a dog without asking if he could pet the pup.  Or the man who had such an affinity for plants that if you took the time to ask him he could get lost talking to you about them for hours.

Not many people took the time to get to know him and see this awkward, dorky, sweet side of this amazing guy.  

Instead, people were more than happy to assume what he was.  Make comments and call him things.  Sometimes when he was well within earshot.

‘He’s just so rude!  No wonder people don’t want to talk to him.’

‘Scary!  Did you see the way he towers over everyone?!  He’s terrifying!’

‘Talking to him is like talking to a rock!  He’s just so… dim, ya know?’

‘I wonder how his teammates put up with someone like that!’

People could be cruel when they didn’t understand.  When they didn’t want to understand or didn’t want to put in the effort to do so.

Tendou Satori knew about this all too well.  However, he’d learned to take the hurtful words others threw at him and turn them into his suit of armor.  People could call him whatever they wanted and he would just keep adding to his armor, internalizing their comments and turning them into something productive.  Something he could use to make himself stronger!

Ushijima didn’t have this ability.  For as mountainous and terrifying as he could look on the outside, Tendou knew the kindhearted and… if he were honest… innocent inside.  And he knew that he could hurt.

Walking into the gymnasium after school, Tendou hummed a bit to himself, tossing his bag down near the wall and looking for his water bottle as he heard the rest of his team warming up behind him.

“Something’s not right with Ushijima today,” Shirabu said to Reon as they walked over to the wall together.  Tendou gave a little quirk of his eyebrow at the comment, continuing to look through his bag even though he’d already found his water bottle.  Mostly just wanting to hear the conversation.

“I noticed too,” Reon said calmly, taking off his sweater and folding it before placing it over his own bag.  “He’s not as focused as he normally is.  He was fine earlier today at lunch though.  Maybe it was something he ate?”

“Maybe,” Shirabu said, but his tone of voice was enough for Tendou to know he wasn’t quite convinced.

Deciding he’d listened enough, Tendou finally stood and looked over to the rest of his team.

Semi was getting into an argument with one of the first years.  Normal.

Goshiki, who surprisingly wasn’t getting yelled at by Semi, was practicing his spikes and glancing around to see if anyone saw.  Normal.

Then his eyes found Ushijima.  

The man was standing off toward the far corner of the court, holding a volleyball and bouncing it randomly before lobbing it over the net with none of his usual force.  His jaw was tight and his shoulders were tensed.  His movements seemed far more rigid than usual and the look in his eyes… the competitiveness that always burned there seemed dulled and lackluster.

Not normal.

Sadly, it didn’t take a guess monster to realize what had happened.  There was no mistaking that Ushijima had fallen victim to someone’s unkind words again.  That the wing spiker had probably overheard something that had bothered him enough for it to settle and grow in his head and heart.

Something ugly settled in Tendou’s own chest.  He was used to the remarks and comments.  Hell, he’d even managed to pride himself on it and find strength in what people said when they tried to knock him down.  To see that words had taken down the great Ushijima and hurt him like this?  He knew that if he ever found out who had done it they would regret it.

But now wasn’t the time for revenge.

No.

“Semisemi!” Tendou called out with a wide grin, earning him a glare from the ash blond.  “Can I talk to you about something?  If you’re finished scaring that first year over there?”

“What?!” Semi shouted, stomping his way over to the red-haired man.

Perfect.  That was exactly what he wanted the man to do.  Acting just as he normally would because the last thing he wanted was to let Ushijima in on his brilliant, amazing and completely well thought out plan.

Considering most of the other team was already nearby, he waited til Semi made his way over before talking.

“What do you want, Satori?” Semi grumbled, not exactly enjoying the nickname Tendou was so fond of using.

“As young Shirabu here has pointed out, something isn’t quite right with our captain.  I think you’ve noticed it too,” Tendou said simply, Semi instantly losing his haughty demeanor as he looked over his shoulder at the wing spiker.

“Yeah.  He’s… not really in the right mindset is he?” the ash blond said quietly as he watched Ushijima lob another volleyball over the net, not aiming for anything in particular.  “Do you think... ,”

“I do,” Tendou said simply.

The rest of the team finally seemed to understand.

Someone had messed with their captain.  They all knew the real man behind the intimidating facade and they all hated knowing that he could be affected like this.

“So… what should we do?” Shirabu asked, looking back to Tendou and watching as the red-haired blocker let a smile slowly spread over his face.

Oh he was so clever.

“We are going to commence Operation: Smiling Eagle!”

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“Alright!  Everyone line up!  We’re going to move onto serve and receive practice!” the vice captain called out, everyone taking their spots on opposite sides of the net to begin the drills.

Ushijima was the first up on his side.  Tendou watched from the other side of the net, noting how the dark-haired man glanced down at the volleyball in his hands as if it were some foreign object.  Glancing behind the wing spiker he saw Goshiki and gave the younger man a thumbs up to signal the start of Operation: Smiling Eagle.

As soon as Goshiki spotted Tendou he offered his own thumbs up back, though really he probably would’ve began even without Tendou’s explanation of what was going on.

“You got this, Ushijima!  Show them how it’s done!” Goshiki called from behind him, honestly startling the wing spiker from whatever thoughts were spinning in his head.  Turning slightly to look at the first year.  Giving a little nod he turned back to the net and bounced the volleyball on the floor a few times before taking three big strides forward and serving the ball over the net.

While it still lacked his usual force, it really was a textbook serve and Semi only just was able to receive it.

“Woah!”

“That was perfect, captain!”

“Nice job, Ushiwaka!”

Ushijima looked around at his teammates and seemed a bit surprised by the compliments.  It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to getting them, but… it seemed like his self esteem had taken quite a knock today to the point that even these few kind words were having an effect.

“Oh… thank you,” he said quietly, before stepping forward to be the next in receiving.  Meanwhile, Tendou gave Goshiki another thumbs up, the first year positively beaming.

Oh yes… there was no way Operation: Smiling Eagle wasn’t going to be a success!

As their practice continued on a few other little tricks were implemented.

A few of the first years made a concerted effort to go up and ask Ushijima for advice on their drills, asking him what they should do for this or that.

The wing spiker only paused a moment before doing what he could to impart what he knew to them.  Walking them through the movements of his spikes, giving them extra ideas for stretches and practices to take up to gain more height in their jumps or more endurance for their time on the court.  Really just doing what he normally did to try and help them better themselves.

Goshiki and the rest were both excited to see a bit of the old Ushijima’s spark come back as he talked and more than happy to get advice from the ace.  To be honest it was a win-win on both sides and by the end of their questions, some of the tension in Ushijima’s jaw seemed to ease.

Then there were the older players.  In between all the advice the younger players were asking for they just made easy conversation with the man.  Asking him about his classes.  Talking to him like a person and not just as a volleyball machine without feelings.

At one point Semi asked him about the biology experiment he was in charge of, the team had to hide their own smiles as Ushijima started to go on a little tangent about the plants he was growing.  He talked about the different ways in which they were sprouting, how each one was reacting differently to the weather, the sun, the shade… at one point he noticed the smile on Semi’s face and quieted himself.

“Sorry, Eita.  I got carried away again,” Ushijima apologized, seeming uneasy where he stood, but the setter simply shook his head and gave the other man’s shoulder a pat.

“Don’t apologize for talking, Ushiwaka.  I’m always glad to listen when you want to talk about those things.  You make them seem interesting and I asked you remember?  No need to apologize,” he said with a little smile.

As Semi walked away and Tendou looked over to the pair, he could see that the tension in Ushijima’s shoulders had finally started to lessen as well.  The man seemed far more relaxed now, surrounded by people who were invested in him as a person.  Who wanted to talk to him, ask him things, treat him like a normal human being.

Whatever words had taken hold of their ace earlier were slowly being pushed back the longer they made sure to give him the reassurances he needed.

Now… to work on the crescendo of his master plan…

Finally getting the eagle to actually smile!

Practice was just starting to come to a close, the team starting to do their cool down stretches and Tendou made his way over to pair up with Ushijima.  They normally paired up anyway so the man wouldn’t suspect that he had plans to finish making sure Ushijima felt better.

“So, Ushiwaka… that was a good practice today, don't you think?” Tendou said as he pushed a bit on the man’s shoulders as Ushijima sat on the floor, stretching forward to touch his toes.

“Mn… it was,” Ushijima agreed, though his thoughts seemed to have taken him elsewhere again.  This time, however, it didn’t seem to be to a negative place.  More like… he was trying to work something out.

“Yeah, I thought so too,” Tendou agreed, keeping his stance behind the wing spiker as the man continued to stretch out his arms and legs.  “Ya know… we all rely on our fearless leader and look up to him to make sure we are doing the best we can.  We gotta stay strong, right?”

This time Ushijima only gave a little nod before stopping his stretches and sitting up.  Apparently whatever he had on his mind was ready to make itself known.

“Do… do you all just consider me as your captain?” Ushijima asked quietly, Tendou pausing a moment before trying to figure out what he meant by that.

“Well… we do consider you as our captain because… you are our captain,” Tendou began to explain, watching as Ushijima’s shoulders slouched slightly where he sat.  The ace looked for all the world like the biggest, saddest puppy Tendou had ever seen and he instantly felt his heart sink.  “Wh-What’s wrong with that though?  It’s good!  It’s good to have people who look up to you!”

“No.  It’s an honor to have people who look up to you and I take it very seriously to make sure that we are at our best.  That we are able to bear the fruits of our labors.  What’s good… is knowing that behind the people who look up to you… they see you as more than that… they see you as… a friend.”

Oh.

Oh.

Tendou may not have known the exact words that had sent Ushijima down this saddened path, but now he knew what it entailed.  Somehow, someway, the wing spiker must’ve overheard someone saying something to that effect.  That Ushijima’s teammates only saw him as a captain.  Could never actually be friends with him, or something close to that.

“Ushijima… you don’t really believe that we don’t see you as a friend too, do you?” Tendou asked, unable to keep from squeezing the mans shoulders.

Ushijima tensed slightly and his shoulders scrunched at the light squeezing.

“I… I was unsure,” he admitted, his shoulders lowering slightly though Tendou’s smile was only growing.  Now would be the perfect time to implement his last line of attack in Operation: Smiling Eagle and drive home once and for all just how much they cared for this big lug.  His hands still resting on the taller man’s shoulders, he gave them another squeeze, watching the same reflex of Ushijima scrunching his shoulders up.

“Well then… let me reassure you that everyone on this team sees you as more than just their captain.  You’re always willing to help, you listen to me blabber on and on when no one else will, you do a lot for us and that’s why I consider you my best friend!  So don’t let anyone tell you different okay?”

Ushijima seemed stuck for words as he processed what Tendou had just said, but before he could respond he felt another squeeze to his shoulders near his neck and he couldn’t stop a little gasp from escaping him as he scrunched up once more.

“Te-Tendou?  Tendou what are you do-aha!” he gasped as he felt light, scribbling fingers moving over the sides of his neck, his arms now coming up to try and swat away the offending hands.

“I’m making sure you remember that we care about you and that you are more than just a captain.  You are our friend and what kind of friends would we be in return if we didn’t make sure you remembered how to smile, Ushiwaka?” Tendou teased, easily evading Ushijima’s hands as he continued to lightly spider over the back of his neck.

It was a little known fact and closely guarded secret amongst the team, that their ace… their lefty… their mighty captain… was horribly ticklish.

But now seemed like the perfect time to use that knowledge for good and bring a little light and laughter back to their friend!

“Ten-Tehendou!  Stahp!  You… I’ll re-remember!” Ushijima tried to beg, working hard to keep any laughter from escaping as he finally caught one of the blockers hands.

“Of course you will!  Once I’m done with ya,” Tendou teased, moving his free hand to attack the ace’s now unprotected ribs.  Standing behind Ushijima allowed for the perfect attack!  The man was defenseless and unable to see where his hands would dart to next.  So, while Ushijima was busy holding Tendou’s one arm, why not attack with the other?

As soon as Ushijima felt the tickling against his upper ribs, the quick spidering of fingers moving up to his vulnerable underarm he couldn’t suppress his laughter anymore.  Much like his voice, his laughter was deep and rumbling, but with Tendou trying to find his worst spots, it was pitched just a little higher than normal and just a little bit frantic.  His hands instantly released Tendou’s, his arms coming down to try and protect himself.  Sadly it was too late.  The guess monster wasn’t going to let him go that easy.

“Oh?  I think we’re getting somewhere!  Was that a laugh I just heard?  Are you laughing again, Ushiwaka?” Tendou teased, continuing to wriggle his trapped fingers right into the center of Ushijima’s armpit as his free hand launched an attack on his other side, spidering along the area with quick scribbling fingers as the ace fell into what could only be described as giggles.

“S-Satori!  Saha… ah!  Satori-nononahagahahd!” Ushijima laughed, the entire gym turning to watch this spectacle unfold.

“Get him good, Tendou!” Shirabu called from where he was standing next to Semi, both players smiling at the sight of Tendou slowly dismantling their captain and friend into a giggling mess on the floor.

“Yeah!  Get him, Satori!” Reon called over as well, the team now starting to call out their own advice for how to get the best reactions out of Ushijima.

“Go for his hips!  His hips always make him cackle!”

“No!  Go for his stomach!  Remember how loud he laughs when he gets his stomach attacked!”

“No!  No Tehehe…. Tehehendo!” Ushijima warned, but the threat was hardly terrifying, especially when the blockers fingers found a particularly wonderful spot right along the mans lower ribs.  As soon as his fingers brushed it Ushijima jumped where he sat and practically toppled over in his attempt to get away.  Tendou easily followed, hovering over the man as the captain curled up on his side and tried to defend himself.

“NO!  No n-noahahat the… not there Sator-HIHIHAHAHAGAHAD!” he cackled, wriggling weakly as he tried to figure out how to escape this evil man.

“What was that, Ushiwaka?  I didn’t understand.  Can you say that again?” Tendou asked as his began to wriggle his fingers right underneath Ushijima’s lower ribs, making the poor man laugh far harder than any of them could remember.

“StahpstahpstaAHAHAP!” the ace cried out, positively squirming now as his entire body was filled with the horribly ticklish sensations zipping up and down his body.

“Nope… sorry… still don’t understand,” Tendou said with a little shrug.  With a smile on his face he let his one hand continue to torment the death spot with squeezes and nibbling pinches as he leaned over to claw at his best friends stomach.  “Were you trying to say how happy you are to have friends like us, hmm?  Are you trying to say that you are feeling so much better?  Are you trying to say ‘Thank you Tendou for being so amazing!’”

The ridiculous comments didn’t help Ushijima who only seemed to laugh harder as he shook his head, his legs kicking out slightly as Tendou vibrated his fingers right into the center of his poor stomach.  The tickly feeling driving him crazy the longer the spot was teased and tormented

“O-OKAAHAHAY!  Okay yehehehes!  Plehehehase!  PleheheHEHEASE!” the wing spiker pleaded as Tendou began to attack random spots all over his torso.  Nibbling pinches along his side and stomach that made him crack up, fluttering fingers over his neck and shoulders to see him scrunching up and giggling.  Even spidering his fingers against the mans lower back earned him a wild outburst of laughter.

Now with the attack a little lighter, it left the captain snorting and wheezing in between breathless giggles.  Tendou and the team couldn’t help laughing along with him, the sight and sounds far too precious.

“So… are you happy to have friends like us?” Tendou asked again, scribbling his fingers against the super sensitive lower ribs and making Ushijima flail again.

“Y-YEHEHES!” he cried out, as Tendou moved to spider tickle over the side of his stomach.

“Are you also saying that you feel so much better?” he asked with a little laugh of his own as Ushijima could only give a wheezed giggle and nod his head, his hands now lightly holding onto Tendou’s wrists, all the strength sapped out of him.

Tendou’s heart couldn’t handle it anymore and he stopped his attack, smiling down at his friend.

“And... aren’t I an amazing best friend for thinking to help you like this?  Will you admit that now?” he teased, looking down at the flushed and smiling face of his friend.  The guess monster couldn’t help feeling proud, if a little devilish, for having finally succeeded in Operation: Smiling Eagle.

Ushijima glanced up at his tormentor as he rolled over tiredly onto his back, still trying to catch his breath.  A little spark in his eyes was all the warning Tendou got before he heard the soft huff and seen that little smile.  “Ne-nehehever,” he replied calmly.

Tendou gasped dramatically, his hands coming up to cover his mouth as Ushijima sassed him.  Actually sassed him!

“Why you--!  I’ll show you what happens when you don’t give me the respect I deserve!!!” he cried out, his hands instantly diving back down to latch onto the mans sides, fingers tickling mercilessly as Ushijima’s laughter once again echoed around the gymnasium.  His back arching off the floor as he Tendou went back to kneading and tickling over the sides of his stomach while his hands attempted to push him away.

“NO!  SAHAHA… AHAHATORI!”

There was no doubt in his mind now that Operation: Smiling Eagle, had been a success.  To see Ushijima like this and to find a way to reassure him that he wasn’t just a scary, volleyball brained captain.  To prove to him that he was so much more than what people thought of him, and the people on this team considered him a friend and someone worth having beside them.

Yes.  This had definitely been a success… and should the day come where Ushijima needed another gentle reminder, Tendou promised to be right there to offer him this same remedy.

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Logic-b0mb.Hc

Mr. Robot: Season 2 episode 5

Break down / Character Analysis / (No hc section but I could add one)

(This episode is an alright one sandwiched between two great ones but involves a lot of important plot development. Quite literally its setting things up like planting the bombs for later.) 

Hacking the FBI.

Elliot’s really feeling the rush because he’s been itching for this a while. He’s been avoiding getting to a terminal because he’s been dealing with getting rid of Robot, and I feel like he’s also on alert about Ray so really didn’t feel up to helping him until it became necessary. (He’s on alert about pretty much everyone though that’s just how hypervigilance is, and I wouldn’t go around trusting just anyone in prison on top of that.)

Hacking makes him feel powerful and in control, something he’s expressed he lacks feeling in his every day life (to Krista). (Someone made a post about this desire for control stemming from Elliots abuse where he lacked that control and like I gotta agree.)

“The programmatic expression of my will. I live for this shit.” (I really like this quote)

The irony of hacking the FBI on a computer within a prison. The flip side is Ray’s website is also being worked on from inside a prison. I’m not sure if this stands to symbolize something about American society and the prison system or not. On one hand he’s getting rid of a threat for personal reasons and on the other hand he’s thinking of exposing one for moral reasons. He’s able to control his own hack, but when it comes to dealing with Ray he isn’t the one in charge.

List of hacking steps he gives:

Step 1. Identify the target and it’s flaws, there are always flaws.

Step 2. Build malware and prepare an attack.

Step 3. A reverse shell two stage exploit.

Step 4. Write the script.

Step 5. Launch the attack.

Elliots first hack was a local library (WashingtonTownship Public Library) and he did this at age 11, the only thing he did was look around their database but he mentions feeling powerful. (He’s been hacking for a good 17 years so it must have been a great feeling.) (He started hacking 3 years after his dad died, awful as he is Elliot began learning his way around computers from him.) (I wonder if/when Darlene got involved in hacking with Elliot.) (To bounce off that I’d love to read/write a fic about the first hack they did together)

Elliot always writes his own script, that’s how he learned. It would be the best way to ensure the most control on the outcomes to write it yourself given you know what your doing and Elliot most certainly does. (If we remember back to the hack to break Vera out of prison he mentioned he never makes mistakes in his code). (Seems impossible tbh but this is fiction we gotta remember that.)  

The hack:

Elliot is using a zero day exploit to attack with Malware he’s coding. How I’m understood this is a process used to get data though unknown vulnerabilities (in his case from the android phones).

He needs a way to implement the malware. He’ll be using a reverse shell which joins communications with the target and attacker machines. (His Fem2cell to the FBI android network.) Two stage I think refers to additional malware he’s put in to corrupt everything upon discovery. (He can get in and erase evidence, and if he’s discovered everything gets corrupted)

This will make him own Every Android phone of FBI agents in E-corp. Plus Evil corps network. (Because they’re in the same building?)

(Seen in message to Darlene) FTP - file transfer protocol (he’s handing over his scripts to Darlene so she can launch the attack on her end.)

Elliot pictures himself working in the dark (or maybe that’s just us) but its actually now daytime so several hours have past. (if we assume that we really did arrive in Rays office at night last episode which feels true.)

Darlene breaks into Angela’s

Darlene and Angela haven’t seen each other in five weeks. (They both had a lot on their plate to be fair. Before this they were meeting at least once a week for dance I assume.)

Darlene is creating a DMG file on Angela’s laptop (Darlene doesn’t own a MacBook) (Angela-image.dmg) when she comes in but its not why Darlene is there. (DMG file types hold apps for Mac but if you’re making your own files you can encrypt other things into the file besides apps. DMG’s also can be password protected. I don’t recall if we ever know whats in the file but I wonder if this was the completed FTP. Or just Darlene messing around.)

Darlene tells Angela that Elliot covered for her tracks and involvement in 5/9.

“Why didn’t he say anything?”

(“Because that’s what he does.”)

He doesn’t let people know when he’s helping them or ask for their permission (to Elliot not saying anything = low risk of others lashing out or getting hurt)(Stems from childhood). He just does because its whats good to do to ensure people he cares for are protected. (Those are his principles). Another more obvious read could be he just doesn’t tell people things, Elliot has a hard time being open with people. Angela and Elliot haven’t really been all that close for a while now as well if you remember. (I feel there was a point in time he did share important things with her.)

Darlene wants to use her in order to plant the femtocell in the FBI headquarters located at e-corp because Angela has access to the building. She uses Elliot helping her as leverage because she gets that Angela wouldn’t just do it without reason to. (And Angela still refuses because as things appear to stand she’s already been cleared and doesn’t want to get reinvolved.) (She has every reason to see hacking he FBI as super risky too.)

Darlene lets her off. (but this doesn’t stop her from still trying)

Pre-China

FBI has found the RasberryPi at Steal (mountain) Valley. (This is later said to be a dead lead because it becomes tampered evidence)

We are lead through the FBI work environment, and its mentioned security is lax. There’s a guy on the floor who shouldn’t be. (This is here to show that even if Angela were to get on this floor she has a chance of being stopped (which eventually does happen.) (Plant and payoff)

Dom mentions she doesn’t dream. (She has insomnia. This could be stemming from her job which is stressful and would make anyone become highly alert, this case is probably always on her mind as well. And/or feelings of alienation from lost connectivity to others which she fills by staying up all night chatting, or other factors we’re never quite made aware of.) (I think this is meant to contrast with the previous episodes statements on dreaming. Dom seems to know what future she’s fighting for, but its her job to. You can’t necessarily “dream” when you already know/are told what needs to be done.) (Dom is definitely a character who represents alienation.) (I don’t wanna assume what Esmail was going for but Marx's theory of alienation describes the estrangement of people from who they are as a consequence of living in a class society. (Estrangement from self and identity.(this comes up later)) Capitalist alienation has consequences that separate us from our work building identity around our jobs rather than around ourselves.)

We see Mobley on the co-workers laptop. (I assume this is the information collected from the end of the world party)

There was an E-mail sent out to tell Dom and her partner on the case that they are going to China with Santiago (with a few other agents who are all pricks)

Darlene visits.

“The she-devil” (The guard Elliot is imagining to be his Mom) isn’t around, meaning the guard is gone for some reason?

Darlene fills her brother in on how things are moving forward. She tries to get the reluctant Elliot on board with getting Angela involved because it really is the only option. Darlene feels like Elliot talking to her would convince her to change her mind. (And Robot agrees because he’s willing to risk it to protect them from the FBI) (I may be on Darlene and Robot’s side here, though I do get Elliots POV he’s not seeing how there really isn’t going to be another way in.)

Elliot wants Angela far away from all of this. He definitely still cares about her a lot and would feel guilty if anything happened to her. (He already feels guilty about everything and is trying not to let it blow up into anything worse)(Yet in doing do this leads to worse outcomes later)(He’s unable to risk her, but still understands getting into the FBI is a priority. “Find another way.”) (throughout this season and the next season we see Elliot slides away from plans as a means of deescalating what he sees as things that will lead to terrible outcomes, effectively trying to abandon and undo them.) (Mr Robot and him have continuous conflict on this.)

China (Dom and Whiterose)

The FBI is in China to discuss needing access with Minister Zhang (Whiterose) (I’m gonna mostly use Zhang here for contextual purposes) (The Chinese Minister of State Security)

In the meeting Dom speaks up about needing access to what China has on the Dark Army (In a previous shot she sees people in the Dark Army masks at the airport.) (We’re not sure how much intel the FBI have on DA. They are the worlds most dangerous hacker group and thats knowledge to anyone who knows about them. The FBI has to have at least some things about them on file, like maybe those masks.) (Dom is suspecting Dark Army and F-society could have a connection as affiliate hacker groups) (It’s set up to imply she saw those guys in the airport and It got her thinking which is why she jumps in to say something.)

This episode deals with the idea power a lot (the lack of, gaining of, and having of power). How Whiterose is framed in scenes indicates a sense of power and control (even to some extent framing her as godlike). She’s revealed to maintain a high ranking government position, while also heading the dark army. It’s in her best interests to comply with he FBI, and shows no concern for her involvement. She knows she has the upper-hand.

Party at the Ministers house (Monday night)

Dom discovers the clock hallway, when Zhang discovers her. (I think she peaked Whiterose’s interests in the meeting and this just solidifies it) (side-note: I don’t think Dom really needed to pee all too bad she just wanted and excuse to get away from the party.)

She discusses the clock which looks like the one her parents have then introduces who she is to Zhang. (Can’t tell if Dom lied about that anecdote to not feel intrusive or if Whiterose was lied to. If Dom lied, then it’s a nice play because Whiterose ends up lying about having a sister later.)

Dom (who is naturally curious) then asks what the clocks are about. and we get this:

“Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player the struts and frets his hour upon the stage. And then is heard no more”

(“You’ve surrounded yourself with the constant reminder of mortality?”)

“- …As each second passes I push myself to keep moving.”

(I can see Whiterose’s obsession with time stemming from her confrontation of mortality, the traumatic experiences of her former lover. Whiterose sees time as her enemy in the race to complete her plans. Yet she also finds her ways of controlling it making it seem like she is the master of it. This is sort of the mask she wears and she wears it well. (Her plans ????)

Then she asks why Dom is in the FBI

“I was. I am disgusted by the selfish brutality of the world, but at the same time I am utterly fascinated by it.” (This line gives insight into how Dom sees the world and other people. There’s this one Florence Nightingale quote which calls out the selfish brutality on the part of the superior (those in power) as part of the true horror of war.)

Something about this discussion make Whiterose open up to Dom enough to show an artwork in her office about the anxiety within losing ones identity. (Identity has a lot of meaning to Whiterose. She lives a double life, a large part of her own identity is hidden from the world in several ways. Whiterose is alienated from herself in the sense the she can’t be herself to the world.)

“How is it that revolution can create such beautiful art yet you and I are tracking revolutionaries who’ve created nothing but turmoil?” (Another bomb planted… if she only knew.)

Whiterose pressed so Dom reveals the personal reason for joining the FBI deals with her breakup after a proposal in her final semester of law school, one thing leading to another she’s now an FBI agent. (I think Whiterose picks up that Dom gay af by the way she hides who her old flame’s gender is.) (anyway Whiterose ends up having some sort of reaction to this and shows Dom her dresses then lies about having a sister, which Dom picks up as a lie.)

Whiterose inquires about what if 5/9 never happened, mentions alternate universes, she is moved by the idea of what ifs for things to be different. Whiterose gets flustered about this showing some semblance of vulnerability, and the clocks go off on the hour. (This idea of alternate realities is planted here and plays a role into what her project may be, but we’re never quite sure. At the end of S4 when we’re in the headspace it seems her machine worked and we did enter a new reality.)

The Dark Army shoot out in China kills everyone but Dom and Santiago. (RIP)

In the court with Ray

The basketball court is fairly empty around this time but hot Carla is there in her usual spot. (Sidenote: I love her)

Elliot still has to help Ray (its the conditions he has to meet for letting him have access to a terminal)

Robot is antsy and feels this wastes time, that they need to be getting in touch with Angela. (But of course Elliot ignores him because he’s against Angela getting involved.)

To help Ray he says needs administrative access from the old IT guy. IT guy comes. Elliot finds out the guy knows what he’s doing, raising his suspicions. So he starts putting things together that theirs something fishy as to why Ray came to him. IT guy wants to just move off the subject but Elliot doesn’t have time to play games. This chatting back and forth between them is fairly funny, especially when robot just key smashes and Elliot has to back space it. The IT guy eventually yields and shows Elliot the site, which pretty much deals transactions in every type of crime including trafficking.

Later in Elliots cell he’s trying to piece together what to do about Ray, he wonders whether he is innocent or guilty. Robot wants to move on but Elliot can’t.

“You know, but your going to ignore it. You wanna know why? Because thats what we do.” (“That’s not what I do.”)

Robot is always weighing the risks at every possible turn of events, always weighing out he 1’s from the 0’s. He does it to protect them of course, but sometimes these decisions are selfish. While it may do well to ignore for their safety, the risks of not doing anything could ruin Elliots sense of morality. (Not that robot can help things are already going to blow up on them anyway). Elliot shows us he wants to act, because he’d feel sick if he knowingly enabled the things that happen on that site (mainly concerned about the people being trafficked). He’s one to take down people who are bad even if there are risks involved. It’s that part of him is driven by his desire to make a better and safer world for the host even if he’s unaware of it. I do find it curious that Robot insinuates a “we” here on what they do because MM has yet to ignore something like this before. (A hint or just a throw away plea to get him to stop?)

Logic bomb- a set of instructions secretly incorporated into a program so that if a particular condition is satisfied (or a set time occurs) they will be carried out, usually with harmful effects.

(.HC encrypted file type that needs password access)

Elliots taken by Rays goons (I cry and he cries for help)

Joanna

Joanna meets with this guys she’s paying and he confesses about his paranoia with the FBI being on his case … So she kills him. (The Wellick’s are … something. I am disgusted by the selfish brutality. Yet I guess violence is often a form of self preservation especially in this shows logic so like I get it. Some people hack others attack.)

He mentions protecting some guy in a hoodie at this meeting. (This says Joanna definitely pieced together that this tech Tyrell kept mentioning is the mysterious “Ollie” who came by her house.)

The way she just orders her security guard to kill a man and this is the option she went to, Joanna does not mess. Honestly can’t even describe all the dynamics at play here between Tyrell ,“Tyrell”, the body guard, Joanna, and Joanna’s new lover. Things are being planted for Joanna needing to find where Tyrell is (and Elliot’s been asking about the same).(Also the media really eats up this Tyrell situation and Joanna becomes an infamous celebrity for it.) (Everyone wants to know where Tyrell is.)

Joanna’s orders were to inject succinylcholine (induces paralysis) before shooting him. She sees this as giving the man time to process his final moments. “Letting him die with answers. Otherwise we’re nothing but ruthless murders.” She says this all while feeding her baby.

Angela meets with Ollie Then with Elliot Then finally with Darlene.

Angela finds out Ollie has been brought in for FBI questioning. He confessed about “the CD man” to the FBI and they’ve drawn up a sketch of him (Cisco).

This scares Angela enough to start considering compliance with Darlene. It eventually leads her to a decision based on what the best possible outcome could be.

Angela makes an attempt to reach out to Elliot before actually moving forward with her decision. This shows the contrast between them. What Angela does is make sure things are okay (at least for Elliot), though she may act separately from how he feels. By this point Angela has run down her options and decides her best option is to just plant the femtocell “Either I act or I wait to get caught.”

Elliot doesn’t say much after his initial push back, he doesn’t want to put Angela at any risk but can’t do anything about it if she’s already made her decision. Her logic also makes sense, it could even be riskier if she did nothing.

The topic then changes. Angela’s still wondering why Elliot’s been different, why he’s been pushing her away.

Instead of being direct Elliot mentions their conversation on the train platform the day he was found in he cemetery. Angela gets a bit uncomfortable, there’s lingering worries about Elliot.

“You told me to take care of myself. I wanted to be okay. I wanted to s-stop seeing him before I talked to you again.”

“And”

“And my dead father’s standing behind you right now.”

This opens up discussion again about the idea of annihilation, which was touched on in the previous episode. It seems in some part, but not entirely, that Elliot wants to stop seeing Mr Robot in order to feel like he’s improved himself, that he’s become better. That would be his way of taking care of himself. Obviously these desires turn up empty handed because there’s no getting rid of Robot. He’s still conflicting with him, and though that plot mostly takes a step back in this episode it is shown in what ways they’re still ending up disagreeing.

“I could be a friend. Someone to talk to. Someone who cares about you. Who knows maybe that will help.”  waitfortheq.ogg starts playing when she says this, it’s the theme associated with Shayla so I cry. It’s a song that carries like a special feeling of safety, a comfort in knowing that your here with someone who’s a friend, and while still being fairly somber. Elliot (and I as well) seems to agree this could help because he starts asking about qwerty and they actually smile and laugh. (My heart). I like to imagine they talked for a while after this and that things ended well. Despite them still being in disagreement by the end of it, Angela feels more confident in her decision now.

Meanwhile at F-society HQ: D.C Op is a go. #Droptheballs. This is right before Angela gets there.

Angela takes a secure route to meet with Darlene at HQ to get the tower from her in order plant the femtocell. Something to maybe note is Angela seems to only start acting once she had selfish reasons to doing so.