#there’s something deeply wrong with him. and i can’t tell if his devotion to the trawler-man is making it better or worse.

[continuousmeowing]

i started the silt verses yesterday and OHHH MY. I’m not going to be normal about this.

[jjkeremika]

AoT men who are soft when intimate with you (Soft Paws)

Armin, Zeke, Erwin, Connie, Bertoldt

description: they can’t help it!! there’s just something about you that brings it out of them…

**nsfw**

Armin - duh

Baby boy will do whatever you ask him to. As soon as the opportunity presents itself (i.e., you start to take your clothes off), he’s desperate for you, mind reeling with millions of ways to touch and please you.

“Oh, ngh, love, you are—hnf, so, so beautiful,” he’ll murmur against your lips, his fingers lightly folding over your breast, “so lovely.” One hand will travel up your arm overhead to hold yours, aligning his words with each snug thrust, “You have to know that.”

Armin will tighten his grip and slam his hips against yours if you ask him to, but if it were solely up to him, he’ll use more lube, exercise more care, touch and kiss you more softly. It’s just—he didn’t like the idea of hurting you in any capacity, and it honestly turns him on to know you’re enjoying yourself, fully, completely, because of him.

If the sex didn’t feel like you were floating on the comfiest cloud, nudely basking in the warming rays of his brightest love, pleasurable winds traveling through your body, he was doing it wrong.

Zeke - if you ignore that he’s bruising your hips what he’s saying is soft and emotional

Zeke’s contradictory behavior is so blatantly obvious during these shared intimate moments, when his thoughtful, fragile emotionality equated his strong, dominant physicality; when his mind is so distracted with blinding care for you and his body is infected with a feverish desire only drilling into you can satisfy.

During these moments is when he’s at his most vulnerable, and this openness manifests in a running mouth, rambling on about how much you make him feel, how much he needs you in more ways than he could describe, how you consume his mind.

“Ze-aaAH!” you always interrupt his devoted monologue with a strained moan, when his thumb digs into your hip bone and his tip rubs against your spongy insides before pulling out and shoving back inside.

“Sorry, baby,” he’ll say with his lips pressed to your skin, looking at you with apologetic puppy eyes, a faint reflection of yourself with a sweaty halo visible in the blue, “I’ll slow down, promise, I-I just, fuck, you are so hot, you drive me wild, I, mmf, fuck—”

Erwin - more rough… but his hands are soft

Okay, it starts soft, and his hands are soft, but the longer he pounds into you and the longer he gropes at your mewling, begging body, the harder and tougher his movements became.

Erwin’s always careful not to leave visible bruises along your hips, but all that care comes at the cost of not paying attention to the speed of his thrusts. Your moans dampened by the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy rapidly led to his devolution, and he loses himself in your warm muscles enveloping his most sensitive extremity every time, pushing further in and demanding more every time.

If it didn’t feel so good you’d tell him to slow down, to give you a break. But the burning ache in your gut vastly overpowered the budding soreness in your abdomen and you bit your lip and focused on just how smooth his palms are, how he definitely moisturizes after washing his hands.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet, angel,” Erwin whispers in your ear from behind, bringing one hand to lightly caress your cheek despite shoving himself in and out of you. He rubs his other hand down your spine, achingly gently caressing each nub as he arches his cock into that spot. “You’re doing so well, angel.”

Connie - you’re his baby bunny!! he can’t hurt his bunny :(

It’s not that he thinks you’re weak and you need him to hold back… it’s just, well, you are his precious bunny, and how could he hurt his bunny?

“Ooo, bunny, you know I love when you move like that,” Connie moans deeply, gutturally, as you wiggle your hips and grind onto his lap. His hands lightly hover over your thighs, hesitantly, like he needs your approval.

He presses his face into your chest as your hands hold onto his shoulders; you feel his chin press against your sternum as he looks up to you longingly, his hands sliding to above your ass.

You sigh dramatically, puff out your bottom lip into a pout as you drop roughly onto his lap. “Con, you can touch me you know,” you drag his hands in yours along your body, from your thighs to your breasts, “I want you to.”

You smile at the high-pitched whine he releases, preen as his fingers quickly wrap around the fleshy skin. “Mmm, bunny,” he whispers against your lips with a reciprocated smile, nosing into you, “all you need to do is ask.” Connie kisses down your neck, still smiling. “Tell me if it hurts.”

Bertoldt - speaks for itself

Ooph, baby… did you have to put in some work.

Even sitting in his lap, crossing your calves across each other behind the chair, anchoring him down, with one hand undoing the upper shirt buttons and the second holding his hair. Bertoldt’s hands hover just above your thighs with the brightest red blush intimately gracing his cheeks, his erection peeking out to press against your thigh.

His face inches closer to yours every time and you nod to convince him to hold you, to help edge him over the nerves. One rock with your hips and his hands glue to your bum, softly massaging the fatty skin through your short fabric.

“Hold me tighter,” you request, wrapping his head in your arms. He nods and lightly pushes his crotch into yours, but barely obliges in tightening his grip.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whimpers into your neck, pressing kiss after kiss like admitting it would hurt your feelings.

You coo, taking his face carefully into your hands and lifting his lips to yours. “Berty-baby, I’d like it even if you did.”

[colonelarr0w]

Yay requests time!

Can we get bratty!mean!reader with simp/lover boy yuuta or yuuji? Like, reader is always rolling her eyes or ordering him around and he just looks at her with heart yes and does as she wants. But obviously, everyone has their limits so sometimes they need to reel her back in and let her know that's nothing you treat someone that you love and loves you even more.

i dont know if you can tell but I'm getting brain rot about this and it's all I'm thinking about every night.

Sypnosis - How would !Loverboy Yuuji fare with a girlfriend who quite literally would step on him?

Warning(s) - foul language, mention of canon violence, Reader is kind of a bitch (but she does a 180 I promise)

A/N - !Loverboy Yuuji enjoyers rise up, I crafted this just for y'all.

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

To be fair, when Yuuji falls in love, he falls in love hard. Loving Yuuji is the equivalent of adopting a golden retriever that will be perpetually stuck to your side in any given circumstance. And that means any circumstance — including if you’re working to exorcise a spirit. Yuuji just wants — or rather needs — to be by your side no matter what.  

Yuuji is also the kind of person to blindly follow orders. He doesn’t really have any regards for any consequences that may follow his actions — which has definitely resulted in multiple visits to Shoko. That, of course, includes any and all orders that you give him.  

Obviously, your “orders” aren’t as dire as, say, instructions given by Gojo before he sends Yuuji on a mission. But that doesn’t mean that he’ll show even an ounce of thought or hesitance. He does — quite literally — anything and everything for you. That includes carrying your backpack, carrying your bags when you shop, cutting your food when you have dinner together, tucking you in when you have move nights, buttoning you jacket when it’s cold outside, literally everything. 

Does he care that sometimes your tone gets a little snippy with him when you ask him to do something for you?��No. Does he care that you scold him if he does something wrong? No. Does he care that you roll your eyes at him when you catch him staring? No.  

Because at the end of the day, you mean more to Yuuji than anything else. He can handle Cursed Spirits that can — and honestly have — ripped him limb from limb. Surely he can handle a bit of eye-rolling from his beautiful girlfriend. 

Megumi and Nobara can’t help but tease Yuuji for his behaviors, Nobara more so than Megumi. She just enjoys pointing out the fact that you could tell Yuuji to jump and he would reply back with, “How high?” 

But that doesn’t mean that they don’t see the small points of toxicity that peek through your actions. Sure, it was sweet that Yuuji would be willing to do anything and everything for you — but it felt like the things that Yuuji was doing went unreciprocated. 

It was Nobara then that approached you because, in all honesty, Yuuji was one of her closest friends. And she would be damned if she was going to stand by and just watch as he was treated like someone’s lap dog. Don’t get her wrong, she loves and adores you too, but she can see where people’s toxic traits lie.  

She ends up pulling you aside following one of your training sessions together, noticing in her peripheral the way that Yuuji pauses upon seeing you be dragged away by Nobara. You don’t protest to her actions, allowing your classmate to drag you underneath the school’s entry archway. Nobara keeps her fingers locked around your wrist as she inhales deeply, not wanting her emotions to accidentally get the better of her — the last thing that she needed was for you to get cross with her. You were deadly in that regard after all. 

“(Y/N), listen to me, yeah? You’re an amazing person, and I know that you likely don’t mean to come off as brash or as harsh as you sometimes do, but we all notice. And by ‘we all’, I mean me and Fushiguro. Yuuji is — for lack of a better word — devoted to you, he loves you a whole lot ‘kay? Again, I know that you don’t mean to be rude to him sometimes, but that’s what we all see. So try and lay off of the eye rolling, yeah?” 

Nobara smiles once she’s finished speaking, releasing the grip that she had on your wrist and placing both of her hands on her hips. You stand there in silence for a moment, mulling her words over in your head before reflecting on all that you had ever said and done to Yuuji. 

You realize at that moment that Nobara was right — Yuuji had only ever been kind and loving to you. And you were just…bitchy right back. You felt like slapping yourself across the face, how could you have let that behavior go on for so long?  

“God — you’re right Nobara. I’ve been — I’ve been pretty terrible haven’t I?” 

After that conversation with Nobara, you begin to plan in your head how to make it up to Yuuji — starting with his favorite snacks and movie series. Your dorm is suddenly nothing but blankets and pillow forts, adorned with the string lights that you usually kept your room decorated with. On the television is the selection screen for the Deluxe Edition of the Human Earthworm movies — which you knew were Yuuji’s absolute favorite.  

Once you finished setting everything up, you text Yuuji to swing by your dorm — which he agrees to without hesitation. Within five minutes of sending the text, Yuuji is knocking repeatedly at the door, smiling widely when you pull it open. You invite him inside, placing your palms over his eyes and repeating that you had a surprise for him.  

You lead him to the pillow/blanket fort set up in front of the small television in your dormitory, guiding him to sit down. You take a seat beside him, removing your hands from his eyes and presenting your little movie setup with a grand flourish of your hands.  

“You did all of this for me?”  

“Yeah — think of it as an apology for me being so demanding of you all the time.” 

Yuuji turns to you, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you firmly to his chest, tucking you into him and burying his nose into your hair. You nestle yourself in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling to yourself as he holds you.  

After a good five minutes of sitting in Yuuji’s arms, you disconnect yourself to play the first Human Earthworm movie, smiling as Yuuji excitedly begins to ramble. 

With a lovesick smile of your own, you settle in with your boyfriend, nibbling on your snacks and simply enjoying his company.  

[calaisreno]

The Case of the Reluctant Bridegroom

1077 words / Prompt: Awkward

John Watson is not a mystery. 

Thirty seconds after he comes through the door, Sherlock knows that he’s not been sleeping well, probably because he’s drinking every night, thinking that will put him out. Mary has a cat which needs to be groomed so it won’t leave hair all over John’s trousers. She’s not a fastidious housekeeper. John’s shoes tell him this: they’re still wearing last night’s mud. She didn’t mind him wearing them into the house, and he was too absent-minded to notice he’d left them on. And he’s lost almost half a stone since Sherlock returned. A happy husband-to-be doesn’t lose weight. Mary might be an awful cook, but John has never been picky about what he eats. 

Absent-minded, not sleeping, weight loss, drinking more than he used to. John is troubled, and Sherlock would like to know why. 

Naturally, he can’t ask. They’ve never done that kind of probing, not since Sherlock deduced his cane and his phone and his haircut. They hadn’t even been introduced at that point, and Sherlock could see who he really was.

The man standing at the door is easily deduced, but none of those deductions explain what’s wrong. Any questions he asks will be awkwardly deflected.

The night Sherlock returned from the dead, John hit him. That’s something he certainly should have seen coming. John is a devoted man, and didn’t like having his devotion (his grief) mocked. 

Sherlock understands that, and regrets it deeply. His adventures in Serbia left him below par, or he wouldn’t have barged into that restaurant, thinking they would have a good laugh about his funeral. 

He understands the John who poured his heart out in the railway car, thinking they were going to die. And the John who was ready to kill him when he realised Sherlock had found the switch. He even understands why John didn’t hit him and walk away again, why he just shook his head when Sherlock said, killing me— that’s so two years ago. 

And this is the knot Sherlock must unwind: John blames himself. Everyone else has accepted Sherlock’s return, gotten past it, and moved on. It’s too long to be holding a grudge, John thinks, so he forgave Sherlock. But he’s troubled.

What does a man like John do with feelings? In that, he’s not so different from Sherlock. He declares them unimportant, non-existent, and pretends all is well. 

“Anything on?” John asks. 

Sherlock shakes his head. “Sorry, no. Dull as ditches. But I’m glad you’re here.”

John raises his eyebrows, frowns sceptically at his old chair. “Right. I suppose we haven’t seen much of each other. Sorry about that. Flu season, you know.”

“Of course. You’re well, though? And Mary?”

John blinks. He still hasn’t sat down. “Yeah. We’re fine. No problems.”

“I’ll make tea,” he says, “unless you’d like something stronger.”

“What’ve you got?”

He remembers the last time he opened the refrigerator. Better not do that while John’s here. “No beer. A half a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black.”

He pours them each a couple fingers, and watches as John settles into his chair. Settles is the wrong word. He ought to look familiar and comfortable sitting there, across from Sherlock. But he looks uneasy, like a man who is doing something that embarrasses him. 

What would embarrass John Watson? He’s an honourable man. He feels honour-bound to forgive Sherlock, but he’s still angry. He’s ashamed of his grief, of his anger. Sherlock was brilliant, as always, fooling everyone into thinking he was dead. Making a fool of John.

Sherlock has apologised. He did that as soon as he realised that John wasn’t just shocked, he was angry. Tricking John into forgiving him was more than a bit not good— but he knew that there had to be some way to get them beyond what neither of them could say. Talking wasn’t something they did; in their case it was useless. They just needed to get to the part where they were chasing criminals again. Back to before.

John refills his glass. Neither of them has thought of anything to say. He can see John’s eyes losing focus. 

“How are things—“ He breaks off, realising they’ve already covered non-specific pleasantries. “The wedding, I mean. The—“ he waves a hand vaguely, “the plans. I suppose there’s a lot to… erm… plan.”

“Mary’s got it all under control. I’m not sure why it takes nearly a year to plan something that’s twenty minutes of church, and then dinner.” John smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He truly has the most expressive face, but he’s guarded now, uncertain. Troubled. 

“Well, if there’s anything I can do,” Sherlock begins. Again, he waves a hand vaguely.

“You?” John is smiling, but it’s an incredulous smile. “Plan a wedding?”

“I have a very organised mind.”

“And no tolerance for tedium,” John adds. 

“I’ll just… well, let me know if you need to escape. I’ll come up with a case.”

They lapse into silence again, and Sherlock imagines that it’s a slightly more comfortable silence. Not quite like 2010, but fine, in a different way from before. He remembers the silent breakfasts, both of them too sleepy after a late night to say much. Tea, toast, and John half-awake, his hair rumpled…

It’s too bad that a person can’t know in the moment when their lives are perfect.  That’s the tragedy of time, how perspective changes and we don’t realise we’re happy until we’re not. 

The two years he was gone barely seemed like two months. There were nights when he dreamed of Baker Street, wished for John’s company. On the whole, though, he was too busy surviving to think about how long it’d been. Not until he saw John’s picture, the horrible moustache, did it begin to sink in how long it had been. In the mind of John Watson, it must have seemed an eternity.

“I should go.” John stands and walks into the kitchen. Sherlock hears him rinse his glass and place it back in the cupboard. The bottle is empty, and Sherlock still hasn’t finished his first glass.

John stands at the door, looking at him for a moment, then nods and heads out. His feet are slightly unsteady on the stairs, Sherlock thinks. The front door shuts, and he’s alone.

In his mind, he’s opening a new file: The Case of the Reluctant Bridegroom. As always, his mind is already turning over solutions.

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Maybe this one needs a sequel?

@totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @lisbeth-kk @ninasnakie

[lesbians4armand]

Part Two of my Preacher’s Daughter is an Armand Album thesis for @nightcolorz 

Thoroughfare

I don’t have too much to say on this song as it’s one of the less Armand songs of the album imo, but there are a few bits still. 

The references to California and the west coast feels very much like San Francisco devil’s minion but not enough to really elaborate. 

Gibson Girl

“You wanna love me right now, You wanna get alone with me, You wanna get my clothes off, And hurt me” For so long , Armand’s perception of love has been so possessive and physical. If someone loves him, they want to own him and they want to fuck him, this is what he was taught too young and it was proven right again and again.

“Says he’s in love with my body, that’s why he’s fucking it up” He’s told that Marius loves him, loves his body, yet is continually hurt and abused and sold until he dies and his body is made that of a vampire because Marius just loves him too much to let him die for real. Him, or what he can offer?

“Then he says to me, Baby if it feels good then it can’t be bad” Being taught that if something is pleasurable then it can’t be bad, whether it be adult’s wanting to fuck him when he’s too young, or killing and drinking blood, or having his blood drunk. If what Marius does to him feels good, then it can’t be bad or wrong like the ones who actually hurt him, right?

“You wanna fuck me right now, You wanna see me on my knees, You wanna rip these clothes off, And hurt me” The lyrics repeat, this time more violently. This again reminds me of the banquet scene, Bianca’s cousin’s and other men wanting to hurt and degrade Amadeo, then Lord Harlech wanting not just to sleep with him but to own him, and trying and succeeding to kill him when he refuses.

Ptolemaea

“You love blood too much, but not like I do.” Armand was addicted to Marius’s blood before he was turned, just as Daniel was addicted to Armand’s. This running theme of obsession with the blood just hits me in such a way. 

“You’d do well to say yes to me” This line is barely a whisper in the song but it’s very Marius being very controlling over Amadeo, not truly giving him a choice as to what he does. 

“Saying I’m the one he’s gonna take me” Amadeo is Marius’s favourite, over any of the other palazzo boys. He is the only one he would bring into the blood, for better or for worse. 

“Calling me the one, I’m the white light, beautiful, finite” Again, Amadeo is the only one he would give the dark gift to, but he also gives him a diamond ring because “diamonds are the white light of God” which is what this lyric always reminds me of. Heis beautiful of course, but as a mortal it’s finite, Marius wants to preserve such beauty, even speaking about what a beautiful corpse Amadeo would be. 

“You poor thing, sweet mourning lamb, there’s nothing you can do, It’s already been done.” I’m not explaining this one. It just is.

“What fear a man like you brings upon a woman like me” I could talk more about Amadeo here but you know what this lyric really reminds me of? Show Armand revealing his history of sexual abuse to Louis to be told that Louis once ran a brothel. What fear that must be, knowing your partner will never really understand this part of you because he was the one behind doing it to others. Of course, Armand is not a woman but the point very much stands.

The repeated cries of stop and the scream speak for themselves in this song I think.

August Underground & Televangelism

Putting the two instrumentals together as I won’t talk about them much, but the deeply horror vibe of the first and the calmer, sadder vibe of the second is very telling of Armand's story.

Sun Bleached Flies

“What I wouldn't do to be in church this Sunday” Being raised so religious then losing it so abruptly it makes him sick in his horror and longing in Venice. Before then, he had God, and now nothing. 

“God loves you, but not enough to save you” Same thing, Andrei was so devoted to his saints and his prayers he was deemed holy, and then later given the name Amadeo, beloved of God. God loved him, but he was not saved. Not from the slave traders or the brothel owners, not from Marius. Then, even at death he was not saved, forced to remain eternally young and eternally dead. And again, when taken by Santino he was not saved by God. Beloved, never saved.

“So I said fine, cause that’s how my daddy raised me, if they strike once then you just hit them twice as hard.” Violence was so normalised to Armand by Marius, he doesn’t even blink at it any more. 

“We all know how it goes, the more it hurts the less it shows” Armand keeps so much of his story and pain and trauma within it barely shows through, blocking his mind even to much older more powerful vampires like Khayman, only revealing small amounts. 

“And that’s why I could never go back home” He can never really return to his real home of Kiev, because he’s not Andrei any more. It’s his homeland but not his home.Even Venice he can never really return, Marius and the palazzo are no longer there, he isn’t Amadeo any more. All his homes are ghosts. 

“But I always knew that in the end, no one was coming to save me, so I just prayed and I keep praying and praying” Same vibe as “God loves you but not enough to save you.” He will never be saved, no matter how much he prays.

Strangers

“I tried to be good, am I no good?” Armand submits to others so much because he so desperately wants to be good for something, at something, be useful, more than just “having a skill.” It’s deeply heartbreaking. 

“With my memory restricted to a Polaroid in evidence” I’m actually writing a fic with this title atm about Armand and the Vecchio painting but it’s just so fitting. He has little memory of that time, little connection to that identity, yet it’s painted and displayed on a wall for millions to see, still on his knees with torn clothing, always serving.

“I just wanted to be yours, can I be yours?” Whether it be Marius, Lestat, Louis, Daniel, anyone, Armand wants to be loved more than anything, but not just loved. He wants to be owned, for the love to be all encompassing, more than anything else to the other person. They can’t have anyone else because Armand needs them so badly to be devoted to him, to show him the love he’s never known, to provide an end to his awful loneliness. He wants to be theirs. This is why he kills Claudia, breaks down a door with an axe, gives Daniel his blood and the dark gift, abandons the coven for Lestat. 

“If I’m turning in your stomach, am I making you feel sick” Both the references to grief and consumption here are so good. Does feeding from Armand make them feel sick, or is it the guilt in what they have done to him, the horror in knowing what he has been through? 

“Don’t think about it too hard you’ll never sleep a wink at night again” Ending on this lyric that perfectly encapsulates how I feel about Armand. I think about him too hard.

[ravemetrotron]

Please tell me more about Zombie Optimus! :D

How long does it take the Team (Ratchet) to figure out what exactly is going?

How much does Miko freak out once she realises that Optimus is a Zombie now? I think her reaction would be similar to her reaction to Optiratch fighting Megatron‘s undead Cybertronians in one of the first episodes but even more intense.

How does the rest of the Team react? Is there someone who struggles to accept Optimus‘ new zombieness more than the others?

I personally think that Ultra Magnus would probably have a hard time with it. Although he only comes in later. Maybe June and/or Fowler?

Ratchet and Bee on the other hand, would probably accept it the fastest (after Miko) because they are already very devoted to Optimus.

When do Optiratch officially become an item? Does the rest of the team have to set them up or do they get there themselves?

Does it majorly affect any of the later events - i.e. Optimus sacrificing himself at the end of season 2: is that or more less dangerous for Zombie Optimus?

And literally anything else that comes to your mind. I find this idea super fascinating!

Sry, I hope this is not too much. ^^“

Hi!! And no this isn’t too much I LOVE yapping!

1st Q: as soon as Optimus sits up off the operation table and seems to have miraculously recovered, even as all his monitors flatlined, it was immediately obvious that something was wrong. Ratchet shunned everyone and did a full examination, discovering quite a lot. Not knowing how to how to handle this, he insists Optimus stay in quarantine, but part of the virus is increased energy and sense of ‘euphoria’ so he doesn’t stay put for long. All of them are quick to catch on that there’s something wrong. Though exactly WHAT takes until their next battle to figure out, as everything clicks when he cannibalizes a con-soldier.

2. Miko thinks it’s the COOLEST SHIT EVER. She’s disappointed she can’t witness some of the carnage herself though, Bulkhead is determined not to let her see something horrific.

3. Most of them are deeply unsettled and think that because his spark went out, he’s somehow not the same person any more. (Bee never doubted him for a second, it was more the others) It takes a full two episodes to completely reassure everybody that none of this means he’s gone, he’s still himself despite drastic personality/physical changes.

4. Ultra Magnus and Smokescreen have it harder. Ultra Magnus knew Optimus from before the war, so Prime feels pressured to try and feel recognizable to him. It fails miserably as he feels like he’s acting out a horrible parody of the person he once was. Smokescreen on the other hand is unfortunate to almost immediately witness his hero and idol tearing into the troops that came to retrieve his escape pod. He’s not even remotely as much a ‘compassionate wise and noble’ leader as he was told.

5. Ratchet is having problems with Prime’s condition for a multitude of reasons. He’s quicker to make decisions and resort to violence, he’s expressive, he’s more open about how he’s feeling and that unfortunately was something he was’nt ready for. They have a steady thing that never needed too many words, especially since it wasn’t important and even got in the way of war. Now he’s seemingly thrown caution to the wind and there’s emotional turmoil. Bulkhead is sort of pushing ratchet to try and do a little more reflection on his own feelings.

6. Yes this majorly effects the plot. One of the biggest characters effected is actually vehicons, now feeling more disposable than ever. Dying in battle is one thing, being eaten alive is another.

Dark energon can create its own class of zombies, but that’s all yesterday news to Megatron now, bearing witness to a FULLY SENTIENT zombie. Can you imagine what he’d do to get his hands on that kind of power?

Of cons to be infected, a single clone may have been the first but he’s not a big problem. When Soundwave is bitten in the fray of battle, he’s desperate to keep the problem to himself as not to affect their already panicked forces. However it is proving to be a problematic virus to keep a secret.

There’s quite a few side plots, it later derails some of the storylines. SoundWave undergoes devastating angst, the autobots have a way less depressing time, and have way more familial bonding WITHOUT a good portion of the souls crushing trauma.

[sebsxphia]

One night, you sit with Jake in your living room, tucked into his side, exchanging soft touches. It starts with you taking his hand and slowly turning his wedding ring around, while he plays with some strands of your hair with his other hand. The touches get more and more intimate and sensual as time goes on, and soon, you two are making out. Jake carries you to the bedroom, and you make quick work of getting each other undressed. He lays you down on your bed and continues to kiss your lips, cheek, jaw, neck. His hands travel over your body, visiting and lavishing each of your most sensitive sweet spots with adoration and complete devotion. He is doing everything you love, but for some reason, tonight you don't respond to it as usual. The feeling of not wanting to take things further than this gets stronger as the seconds go by, especially as he separates your thighs with gentle hands. It surprises you, because you really enjoy the make out session and the skin on skin contact. The conflicting feelings leave you at a loss of what to do and you freeze up for a second. But that's just enough for Jake to sense that there is something wrong, and he stops all his movements, pulling away from you enough to look you in the eye.

"Is everything okay, Sweetheart?" he asks you cautiously, studying your features for any clues.

You hesitate, not sure what to do, whether you should tell him you want to stop here, or continue to see if you get into the mood. But when you see the worry in his eyes that he doesn't try to hide, you can't be anything but honest "I'm not sure I can take this further tonight, Jake," you whisper shyly.

The worry leaves his features and a kind, familiar smile takes over his face "Okay, Honey."

You swallow hard "you're not mad?"

He chuckles quietly, before tenderly nudging your nose with his, "of course not, Sugar. Thank you for telling me. I didn't push you too far, did I, Angel?" he asks, concern back on his features.

You feel yourself melt on the spot. Jake never fails to remind you that you and your happiness are his top priority. You reassure him that he didn't before you pull him in for a gentle, grateful kiss. You two agree to still cuddle up. After a few more kisses, you fall into a deep sleep, content and feeling even closer to each other.

-💚

i’m gonna absolutely sob, my beloved anon, oh my god 🥺 i can’t even begin to explain how much i love this and how deeply this touched me. i adore reading things like this. they make me feel so safe and so loved and they restore something in me. i’m going to be reading this forever and ever, i hope you know that, my beloved anon! thank you so, so much for this! i cannot put into words how sweet this was to read with jake 🥺💗💌

[longtallglasses]

Heaven (Let My Love Open The Door) fic mixtape songs

Mike’s sappy cheesy lovey valentine’s mixtape he made for Will and all the lyrics and reasons why I think he added them and enjoys them. I feel absolutely insane for writing all this and posting it. I don’t think you have had to read the fic to get the vibes and the gist, it’s pretty much just byler through songs, but I do recommend. 

Let My Love Open The Door by Pete Townshend (1980) - 

A song that when Mike first heard it when he was younger thought it was just a fun song, but now it feels like everything he wants to say to Will. 

When people keep repeating that you’ll never fall in love, when everybody keeps retreating, but you can’t seem to get enough. 

He feels this about himself - you can’t fall in love with a boy - and feeling like he’s at arms length with everyone because of how he feels so different. But also about Will, knowing that he turned on him in some way. 

When everything feels all over, Everybody seems unkind, I’ll give you a Four Leaf Clover, Take all worry out of your mind. 

Growing up in Hawkins has not been the best, especially for Will (his Dad, bullies), Mike wants to make that all better, better for both of them.

Take My Breath Away by Berlin (1986) - 

On this endless ocean finally lovers know no shame, turning and returning to some secret place inside - 

through everything they’ve been through, all the unimaginable horrible things they’ve experienced, falling in love with your best friend can’t be the worst thing now can it? Maybe they can return to how close they used to be, and maybe it won’t turn out wrong.

Through the hourglass I saw you, in time you slipped away, when the mirror crashed I called you, and turned to hear you say, If only for today I am unafraid.

Losing Will in the way he did, all at once and then slowly over time, because he was scared of what he felt. Now after everything, he feels maybe he can finally be— maybe not brave—but at least not be afraid of what he feels for Will.

Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon (1984) - 

Is there ANY song more them ?? (yes, there is, because I will say this numerous times throughout this list) 

What started out as friendship has grown stronger, I only wish I had the strength to let it show. Tell me Mike didn’t combust when he listened to that. 

I said there is no reason for my fear, ‘Cause I feel so secure when we’re together, You give my life direction, you make everything so clear.

It’s so clear and seems so simple to be with Will but it’s scary!! 

And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might. The months leading up to this Valentine’s day they’ve been closer than ever, more than Mike could ever think he would let himself.

How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) by James Taylor (1975) -

This song is just so sweet and I imagine this also being a song that Mike heard on the radio growing up and thinking, hm I wonder if I’ll ever feel like this when/if I fall in love and now the song holds a whole new meaning. 

I needed someone to understand my ups and down, There you were, with sweet love and devotion, deeply touching my emotion. You were better to me than I was to myself, For me there’s you and there ain’t nobody else. 

Somewhere I hear Mike groan at these words, tossing and turning, Called Out!!

Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears (1985) - 

Is there ANY song more them??? No actually this is the most them song I’ve ever heard. Turn it up, and scream and cry bc my god there is no cure, no chance for recovery.

I wanted to be with you alone, and talk about the weather, But tradition I can trace AGAINST THE CHILD IN YOUR FACE, WON’T ESCAPE MY ATTENTION. YOU KEEP YOUR DISTANCE VIA THE SYSTEM OF TOUCH I’M LOST IN ADMIRATION, COULD I NEED YOU THIS MUCH?  Let That Sink In. Tears for fears is so underrated (or maybe so overexposed that they’ve become so) the poetry that haunts me.

And the most Mike Wheeler string of lyrics ever uttered, 

Something happens and I’m head over heels, I never find out until I’m head over heels. And this is my Four Leaf Clover, I’m on the line, one open mind, This is my four leaf clover. He is MAKING that wish.

You’re the Inspiration by Chicago (1984) - 

This is that song, that if Mike and Will were some cheesy rom com, when Will walks through the door and everything starts going in slow-mo, stars in their eyes when they lock eyes, this song would play, the chorus 

You’re the meaning in my life, you’re the inspiration, You bring feeling to my life, You’re the inspiration. 

A line that makes Mike feel very called out, And I know, yes I know that it’s plain to see, So in love when we’re together, Now I know (Now I know) that I need you here with me, From tonight until the end of time. 

And my favorite part of this song, just the little added nuance with the phrase YOU SHOULD KNOW, everywhere I go, always on my mind, you’re in my heart added at every bridge and then at The Culmination, Wanna have you near me, I wanna have YOU HEAR ME SAYIN’. Mike knows Will deserves to hear it, he’s scared to tell him, but that doesn’t matter as much when Will deserves to know that someone loves him that much.

Space Age Love Song by A Flock Of Seagulls (1982) - 

I saw your eyes, and you made me smile, for a little while, I was falling in love

I saw your eyes, and you touched my mind, although it took a while, I was falling in love

I saw your eyes, and you made cry, and for a little while, I was falling in love

I don’t think it needs any explanation. Will’s a snobby hater and when he listens to it he won’t think a flock of seagulls are that bad. ;) 

Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (1987) - 

I’ve been meaning to tell you, I‘ve got this feeling that won’t subside

One look at you and I can’t disguise, I’ve got hungry eyes

I feel the magic between you and I

He’s been meaning to say, he’s been MEANING TO. He CANNOT disguise this desire!!!! It will Not go away. He’s fantasizing he’s fantasizing :) 

Open Arms by Journey (1981) - 

How could our love be so blind? We sailed on together, we drifted apart, and here you are by my side. I meannn. But now that you’ve come back, turned night into day, I need you to stay. With open arms, nothing to hide, BELIEVE WHAT I SAY… Hoping you’ll see what your love means to me. 

Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac (1987) - 

this song just makes me blush when I hear it, the vibe of this song has never been topped. Can you hear me calling out your name? You know that I’m falling and I don't know what to say. You know that I’m proud and I can’t get the words out. Will’s been picking up on his weird signals, he thinks he knows what’s going on but he’s not sure. and Mike just wants to be with him everywhere :’)

Father Figure by George Michael (1987) - 

This song is now officially in my byler multi-verse of madness. In every universe I see Will loving this song, for what it represents and also bc he has a crush on George Michael. Like in my blair witch fic I see this as Will playing this song and album all the time and Mike being like, “ugh, why? girls like him, it’s so cheesy and weird,” but on close reinspection he discovers a lot to love about it and wants to let Will know that he gets it now. 

That’s all I wanted, something special, something sacred in your eyes. For just one moment to be bold and naked at your side. 

They’ve toed this line for so long, being so special to each other, but erring just on that side of caution, not fully letting their guards down to be completely uninhibited in their desire and be able to lay it all out on the table. But something tells me together we’d be happy. 

This is one of George Michael’s most “controversial” songs because of the lines I will be your father figure, put your tiny hand in mind (it apparently is about a relationship between an older/younger person) wanting to teach them things, guide them, 

I will be your preacher teacher, anything you had in mind.

I think Mike and Will both want to teach each other things, learn things together, learn and grow into whatever they want to be together. 

I will be your father figure, I have had enough of crime… That’s all I wanted, but sometimes love can be mistaken for a crime. currently shedding my skin. 

Historically Mike and Will have not been shown that who they love/being gay is a good thing. The aids crisis at this point in time is in the trenches, they are told good things do not happen to gay people, bad things, death, suffering that’s what this kind of love means but, If we have faith in each other, we can be strong… I will be your father figure… I will be the one who loves you ‘til the end of time. 

Society might not like it, parents might not like it, but I’ll be that person for you, that unconditional support you need, if you so need it. And just another line to kick you down So when you remember the ones who have lied, Who said that they cared but then laughed as you cried, beautiful darling don't think of me…because all I ever wanted it’s in your eyes… 

Mike may have run away, maybe Will thought he lied when he said they’d always be friends, but Mike doesn’t want Will to think of him that way, he wants to change that, tell him the real truth.

Everything I Own by Bread (1971) - 

Another song from the childhood years, so I’m projecting onto Mike saying this was one of his favorite albums growing up because it was one of mine, every song on this album, it’s just so good (Bread was my jam, no pun intended sry). I imagine it playing in the Wheeler living room, it’s just classic rock sounding enough and in-offensive (besides that one government song, but I believe ted would purposefully misunderstand what it means) that I think it would be acceptable for the whole family to find something they liked on it. 

And THIS SONG, again is there ANY song more them???

The finest years I ever knew, Were all the years I had with you

You taught me how to love, What it’s of, what it’s of, You never said too much, 

But still, you showed me the way. 

Mike didn’t know what loving someone felt like before Will. He learned what it meant to really care for someone, because of how he wanted to care for Will. He learned this through the rest of the party as well, all his values, “friends don’t lie,” “a friend is someone you would do anything for,” “you tell them stuff you don’t tell your parents,” Those innocent years were the best he’s ever known because he let himself practice those, and he just wants to get that back!

And I knew from watching you, Nobody else could ever know, The part of me that can’t let go

he just can’t let him go, and no one can know :( 

And he would Give anything I own, Would give up my life, my heart, my home, Just to have you back again. FUCK OFF!

In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel (1986) - 

I get so lost sometimes, days pass, and this emptiness fills my heart. 

All the time Mike spent running away, feeling so lost. 

When I want to run away, I drive off in my car, but whichever way I go I come back to the place you are. 

He tried to fight it, but he can’t help that he feels most at peace with Will. 

All my instincts, they return. The grand facade, so soon will burn. 

When he’s with Will he can’t help but be himself, Will lets him be himself. It feels so good not to pretend!! 

I get so tired, working so hard for our survival, I look to the time with you, to keep me awake and alive. 

I mean Come On! Mike might as well have written this song, facing the possibility of the end of the world, always looking to each other to help keep them going.

The Lady in My Life by Michael Jackson (1982) - 

It’s on the biggest selling album of all time, almost every household had a copy in the 80s. And Mike is BOLD for including it. He likes it for reasons. He knows it's a sexy song but he thinks the sweet aspects of the song overpower all of that. 

Let me fill you with my dreams, I can make you feel alright

And baby through the years, (even when we’re old and gray) gonna love you more each day

So I’ll promise you tonight, that you will always be the lady in my life.

I also think Mike would enjoy the ‘nighttime’ aspect of this song, so much of their bonding recently being sleeping together, as well as when Will’s (and his) nightmares come.

There’ll be no darkness tonight…Our love will shine, lighting the night…And I will keep you warm through the shadows of the night… 

Forever Young by Alphaville (1984) - 

I feel like I could write a paper on this one. Not just about Mike and Will, but the whole party growing up, the time period they live in (cold war, reagan, aids) it’s just…

But for Mike, Will is so tied to his childhood, and so tied to his dreams of the future.

Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. Are you gonna drop the bomb or not? 

Again this song is about the cold war, referring to an actual bomb, but I see Mike thinking of wondering if he’s gonna take that plunge, dropping this bomb onto Will (and also perhaps in the future having to do the same with his family and friends), going back and forth on whether that’s going to be received well.

Let us die young or let us live forever, We don’t have the power but we never say never.

Silence = Death. I have to wonder if part of Mike thinks that accepting that he’s gay, or that living a gay lifestyle he might have to accept a young death if he’s unlucky. I assume he knows as much as what most of middle america knew about aids at the time (which wasn’t the full breadth of the situation and definitely wasn’t all true, they were still discovering new things at the time) - and should he let himself do that or should he continue on as he is, even if maybe he’s not strong enough.

It’s so hard to live without a cause, I don’t want to perish like a fading horse.

Nope that’s why he can’t continue on as is. How could he when he knows what it is to live to fight for something, for someone, for all the people he’s cared about.

Heaven by Bryan Adams (1984) - 

Ok whew back to the sappy shit. Is there ANY song more them???? NO! This is The One!!

Oh thinkin’ about all our younger years, there was only you and me, we were young and wild and free

Now nothing can take you away from me, we’ve been down that road before, but that’s over now.

They had it all, but lost it over and over again. All the things that had taken Will away are gone, now the only thing in their way is them.

Yeah nothing can change what you mean to me, Oh there’s lots that I could say, but just hold me now.

Oh does Mike have things to say, oh does he have things to share, so much, finding those words are hard for him though, that’s why he’s saying it through all these songs. They can say it all in time, he just wants them to come together now.

And love is all that I need, and I found it there in your heart, 

isn’t too hard to see, we’re in heaven.

:) :) 

AAAHHH thank you for your time.

[aajjks]

NWO!JK

the blood crystal is growing stronger. it’s fueling jungkook’s negative emotions just as mj suspected but it’s making him impulsive. she was there when jungkook called you a hypocrite, secretive, and called you out in front of everyone, including eunwoo. maybe the crystal has finally turned him against you but she isn’t too convinced that his devotion has completely dissipated since he’s beating young-jae to a bloody pulp for talking about you.

he looks insane right now and is secretly enjoying the pain he’s dishing out to young-jae. it was the same look he had when she faced him last night. mj has no doubt in her mind that jungkook is spider-man. if it weren’t for the police, he would’ve found out her identity. or worse, he would’ve killed her.

mj decides not to get too close to jungkook for the remainder of the day as it wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do at the moment. for now, she’ll watch jungkook ruin all his chances with you and enjoy the sight of him crushing any and all chances to finally have you.

security finally pulls jungkook off of young-jae and escorts him to the principal’s office while young-jae heads to the clinic to get his nose looked at. the dark thoughts don’t let up and only encourage jungkook to hurt you more. you’re the primary target, the source of his darkest thoughts and deepest desires. he wants to make you feel the way he’s felt every time you brushed him off for some guy who doesn’t even deserve you.

“we do not tolerate violence on school grounds. after today, you will be suspended from campus for 48-hours and will take your classes online. enjoy the rest of your day, mr. jeon and behave yourself” warns the principal who gives him a paper before sending him on his way.

it’s officially lunch period and you’re sitting with eunwoo chatting about how your classes went. he tells you that alina said yes to going out on a date with him which makes you really happy. you tell him that you passed your test that was very hard—the atmosphere is happy until eunwoo sees jungkook.

he’s sitting alone and judging from his red knuckles, he must’ve beat someone up today. “c’mon, let’s go check up on him” eunwoo says and although you’re a little reluctant because you’re still pissed off, he’s still your best friend. you both decide to sit across from jungkook who doesn’t pay any attention to either of you even going as far as to pretend neither of you are there.

“okay, what the actual fuck is your problem? you’ve been acting like a fucking child all day. we’re trying to make sure everything is alright with you and all you’re doing is ignoring us”

“y/n” eunwoo warns you but you don’t care. he’s been so disrespectful towards you and eunwoo when neither of you haven’t done anything wrong to him.

“don’t ‘y/n’ me. we fucking suck, remember? always whining about something—it’s not whining if we’re trying to make sure you’re okay! how am i the secretive one when you have a job you won’t even tell us about? which, i don’t even think it’s a job”

~🫧

He scoffs, clenching his fists.

“oh my God, I told you to fuck off didn’t I? You need to shut your mouth yn you talk too much.” Jungkook brings his face closer to you.

For some reason, he feels like his eyes are watering and they are irritated.

“I sell drugs. OK shut up now.” He glares at you, oh goodness, what is he doing? He wants to hurt you. He can’t stop thinking about it. Eunwoo watches him in confusion. “Dude- SHUT UP OR I’LL BREAK YOUR NOSE NEXT.”

Jungkook stands up, grabbing his bag, “you two better not bother me for the next two days. I’m fucking suspended.” He clenches his jaw.

Whenever he looks at you, he feels, anger, and possession. There’s something deeply wrong with him but he cannot understand what’s going on. Jungkook blinks, trying to calm his bubbling anger down, but it’s not working at all.

He opens his eyes once more. “It’s all because of you yn. You made me this way.” He spits before turning his back on you. But then you try to stop him by grabbing his shoulder,

And Jungkook sees red immediately. “WHAT THE FUCK YN I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING STAY AWAY!” He pushes you away with force, harshly. The people in the school cafeteria gasp and eunwoo immediately comes to your rescue.

“WHAT THE FUCK MAN!”

“OH JEONS GONE COMPLETELY PSYCHO!”

“Ugh what an asshole!”

He’s glaring at you until he sees tears and… even fear in your eyes.

“Y-Yn…” and that’s when the realization hits him.

And the crystal glows so brightly.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Idea for Amnesiac!Shockwave: he was a warframe who didn’t want to serve his designated function and instead wanted to become a scientist, so he used his size-changing powers to appear as an altmode that was deemed “appropriate” to have such a job and ended up interning at the Autobot Ministry of Science. However, upon finding out the Ministry of Science’s more unethical projects, he was horrified and attempted to share the horrors of what they had done to the rest of Cybertron, only for both his plans and true altmode to found out by the Autobot High Command, who subjected him to empurata as punishment for his “treason”, spreading of “malicious slander”, and refusing to serve his function, alongside shadowplay so that he would be incapable of telling anybot what he had discovered.

Amnesiac!Shockwave is a huge dork, very emotional and socially awkward but very earnest and passionate about both equality between frametypes and his line of work (Basically, you know Milo Thatch from Atlantis: The Lost Empire? That’s him full stop.), at least assuming that the shadowplay isn’t in effect here. If it is, however, he still displays that persona but as a form of masking to try his best to retain a sense of normalcy and hide the fact that something is “wrong” with him. (To potentially make it even more angsty, given how Animated!Shockwave has been shown to be kind of sassy with a dark sense of humor, perhaps the shadowplay was botched and left him incapable of feeling positive emotions/genuine happiness that isn’t derived from another’s misfortune or just unable to feel love and empathy.)

He also ends up forging a close bond with Bumblebee and acts as an older brother to him, similar to his dynamic with him in his Longarm disguise except 100% genuine. Whether Bee feels the same or is deeply uncomfortable by it depends on what point in the series he loses his memories and whether or not Bee knows the truth about Longarm yet.

(Oh, and he’s still devoted to Megatron, just in more of a ‘squealing fanboy’ sense. The dude’s super upset he can’t find his copy of Towards Peace anywhere because if he did he would be BEGGING on his servos and knees for Megs to sign it.)

We have almost exactly the same ideas about amnesiac Shockwave XD I originally didn't include him cuz he's not part of the earth cast, but I can delve into it real quick

Amnesiac Shockwave in TFA is reverted back to a young, idealistic, and incredibly passionate mech. Shockwave is the most curious person you've ever met, always humming and hawing and investigating anything he can get his hands on. He's overflowing with energy 24/7, a whirlwind of emotions, constantly bouncing from one topic to another at the drop of a hat. He always has like a minimum of three projects going on at once, and the fastest way to get his attention is to offer a kernel of knowledge he doesn't yet have access to

He's so eager and overly friendly he's honestly A Lot to deal with. He talks a mile a minute (not super speed enhanced speech like Blurr, but rather a sort of autistic/ADHD rambling infodump) and will follow around anyone that will listen. As a born war frame and stuck on the southern half of the planet he didn't naturally have access to higher education or even of-quality information a lot of the time, so when he was young he may or may not have spent time teaching himself how to hack and manuever around firewalls on the internet just so he could read and learn.

Big agree on him using his ability to shapeshift to infiltrate the north and go to school--he wanted nothing more than to learn. Science is his greatest love and he always pushes for more, more, more!

But, enough backstory. With him stranded on earth with no memories, he's just an overly-excited neurodivergent science student that is over the moon to be on an organic planet. Think of all the things to study! Carbon based life forms, evolution on micro and macro levels, a functioning water cycle, weather patterns, polar vertices, planetary rotations, everything you could imagine! He's never been so excited! Starry eyed and full of joy, it's tangible even tho he doesn't have a face anymore

Since TFA Shockwave is considerably more expressive and sassy than, say, his Aligned iteration, I hc him to either have not been shadowplayed, or having a very minor case. So his mental state is still pretty stable, but the changes to his body... they definitely come as a shock. The usefulness of his hands has been severely cut down, only 3 barely-dexterous claws instead of fully articulated fingers and a thumb is a huge blow. Not to mention his face--he doesn't even look like a person anymore, and it's the cause of much despair. Yeah, he can shapeshift, but it's not the same. This could also open the door to the earth team being introduced to what empurata is, another horror of the autobots' past that has been erased for the sake of making them look good. State-funded mutilation of citizens isn't exactly a good look, after all

[stoneinc]

*     ◟    :    〔   ruth wilson  ,      cis-woman    +   she / her    〕      claire stone  ,      some say you’re a  forty one year old  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  conscientious  and  emotional ,  one can’t help but think of  you keep me crawling  by   aurora  when you walk by.    are you still the  ceo   of   stoneage inc ,     even with your reputation as the liability ?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and crumbling behind closed doors, intense glares of dissatisfaction and  creased silk blouses,     although we can’t help but think of jeanine matthews (divergent), rachel duncan (orphan black),   and rebecca bunch (crazy ex-girlfriend)     whenever we see you down these rainy streets.  

oh look, it’s me bringing more morally grey female muses with daddy issues (now never to be resolved) and an obscene and overwhelming amount of power....

triggers: mental illness tw, abandonment tw, abuse tw, just very bad parenting in general tw, death tw, mention of pregnancy tw, ivf tw,

     claire, the first and only (known) child of multi-billionaire damon stone. born somewhere in the south of england, conceived in a ‘dingey bar’/a quaint countryside public house, and not a particularly wanted asset by her parents. her parents had been allies that supported each other’s work and had similar ideas about the future, they got on but were hardly romantic. perhaps their sexual affair had been because of loneliness or driven by their own narcissistic tendencies. both brilliant minds in their own right, they never really stopped working or striving for the future, thus, leaving their child somewhat neglected.

      an emotional child wasn’t something that was ideal for either of them - a massive inconvenience. claire would cry and cry only to be met with logic when all she needed was some contact, a hug from either of them. it was her mother who particularly despised her crying when she was trying to work, so much so that she would resort to physically gripping her daughter a little too tightly, not the type of contact she wanted. damon hadn’t seen his partner cracking but she was. 

    claire’s mother had become so consumed by research that she was unable to think about anything else. her obsession with technology, specifically artificial intelligence, had consumed her and lead her to constantly write journals (ones that would never be published under her name). obsession turned into delusions and resulted in her early death. her mother’s passing deeply affected claire, not so much damon. she was old enough to understand that something had been wrong but not how or why. one minute she had someone whom she called mother, the next she hadn’t.

     her mother’s journals were punished under damon stone. they brought about new opportunities for him and investments started coming his way. from a young age, claire had shown an interest in her father’s work because she quickly saw it as a way to garner affection from the man and get that ‘quality time’ she wanted. prodigy wasn’t an accurate description of claire but it was the words used when she attended university at fifteen. her entire life had been studying and was a compliant child - the thought of exams had terrified her but she had listened to damon and applied what he had taught her (or what she had overheard in passing). 

   it was an investment that paid off for him - she would stay with someone else and that freed up his time to devote to research. he hadn’t even told her that he had moved to the usa until she had turned up (as a surprise) at her now former home only for someone else to answer the door. luckily for her, the strangers had the right temperament to calm her down but she feared being abandoned and she had felt like it had happened. damon assured her that it was not the case but what kind of parent would not only move but move countries and not tell his child? damon’s selfish actions had preyed on her insecurity of only having him and losing him just as easily as her mother seemed to go.

    it upset her and her father couldn’t understand why. he had seen a fatal flaw in her, a weakness that he had a severe distaste for. while her academics remained at the top of her class, multiple professors advised that she was too young for the institution, that it was breaking her and that she should be withdrawn from the course. they made a point of it to damon but he declined. the professors spoke to claire but she’d burst into tears and say that it couldn’t happen, that she needed to do this. if she wasn’t able to keep up with damon’s intellect, she felt she’d lose him completely.

       nepotism would serve her well as she assumed a role in stoneage inc. at straight after completing her phd, at the age of twenty two. her academic would quickly be washed away by the inside hatred others would have for her, claiming the ‘special treatment’ due to the blood in her veins. at this point, her personal and professional life had fully merged into one. as stoneage inc. had more and more success, damon would only treat her as a colleague and would ridicule her, perhaps worse, for her emotional outbursts. he had always made them worse but he had hoped that if she received poor treatment, it would deter her from making the same mistake. claire wasn’t ‘strong’ like he was - all it did was knock her down. 

    to an onlooker, she was the classic spoilt prodigy nepotist baby in new york city. she would go out and party, would always take it too far and would even accidentally injure herself in the process. reckless and spoiled. when damon came to pick up the pieces, it was the only time he was kind and actually took care of her. however, he would take notes and label her as a liability in his mind and also spread it among his most trusted advisors.

damon kept her away from his dodgy dealings and somewhat forced her into motherhood when she assumed responsibility for sabine. the man made sure she was approved and that further lead her away from the research field. to claire, sabine was just someone that needed someone - who was she to argue with that? she wouldn't realise that it had been a calculated move, a rather misogynistic one from her father. claire quickly became attached to sabine. she cried and claire would have the natural instinct to run to her and give her a hug, to give her something she never got growing up (or rather rarely). AT SOME POINT, claire did become an overbearing mother and her control issues definitely started influencing their relationship with each other. it's not something that she realises she's doing but she is a stone after all - can you really fight your nature?

    over the years, claire would continue her research but would be kept at arms length. damon wanted her to remain out of the corruption and tensions, to keep her at arms length personally so she wasn’t a distraction. no one would know why mr. stone kept her so distant when also writing her as the sole inheritor of  stoneage inc. (keeping her in the dark would do his legacy and multi-billion dollar empire a favour in the future). 

    she would also develop her own unwanted feelings towards androids. they were emotionless, efficient, everything her father wanted her to be. perhaps that was why he was so obsessed. the woman found herself wishing far too many times that she was one - maybe appreciation would come with that. it was a thought that she’d run away with, primarily while drinking alone in her exquisite penthouse. it was so easy to just erase a models memory, to reinvent it for a particular purpose. it felt like dangerous territory and she knew it. claire envied them but her interest was peaked if they could be capable of taking on a particular emotion, a download of her own negative feelings onto a drive. it didn’t seem realistic but it also didn’t seem impossible. however it was only a thought, one that turned into several but none ever actioned or analysed. 

     multi-billionaire damon stone drops dead. that would be the headline. an unexpected death at a crucial moment in trial talks with the government, a bereaved claire steps in to close the deal. cause of death remains undetermined and foul play has not been ruled out. a surprise and expected, claire stone assumes the role of ceo of stoneage incorporation as well as inheriting her father’s fortune. it was a partnership that would be described as destined. she had failed at winning her father’s affection and she wouldn’t fail again. that was easier said than done.

    there is a period when it seems the woman doesn't care about her dear father's passing - she was thrown into the deep end and wanted to do well, finally given the chance to prove her worth. it was odd how little tears she shed given her past emotional outbursts. there was a lot she needed to be doing. there was a lot of pressure on her but for the first time in her life she not only accepted it but thrived on it. it was like a temporary high for her. with damon out of the picture, claire's life felt better and that didn't feel like it was stopping.

people would think it was the wrong time to try for a child shortly after her father's passing and her peaking in her career but claire felt like it was the perfect time - everything was going right. someone had donated and her ivf treatment had succeeded after a few rounds that had made her ill. she'd push through. of course, the maternal image does not go without stoneage capitalising on it, to show that it is just as about people and the new generation as it is about ai. claire doesn't believe everything that comes out of her mouth, she hates everyone telling her she's glowing when she feels absolutely terrible but it was good for business. the woman who's got it all - that would be a frequent headline.

at the end of june, claire has another daughter at a birthing centre surrounded by trusted confidants and a small selection of vetted staff members. the high from it all is beyond her. she names her celine but hopes no one will call her cece for short but lina instead. so many emotions are going through her during that first week and the room is silent after she utters the words 'i can't wait for him to meet her'. it's like she's been hit with a dose of reality, it finally sinking in that her father isn't here, neither is her mother. the memory of her and damon in the theatre clapping for sabine comes to her, they'd been so proud of her but she was unable to imagine that situation for the baby up against her because it was unattainable. finally breaking down in tears follows that, an extremely delayed reaction but an action, nonetheless. claire felt like she had destroyed her own happiness by making that statement, it forcing her to acknowledge what was happening, what had actually happened to her?

now comes the time where claire feels like she's pushed herself too hard. every thought somehow leads her back to him and nightmares start up in her very little sleep time. her subconscious has blocked something out and she can't uncover what. at the same time as trying to care for celine, she feels like sabine is the one that needs the most attention from her. she does as much as she can from home because she feels like lina's too tiny to be taken into that place - she wants to keep her from it.

     to those outside, claire stone is a formidable force but others within the corporation know that it’s only a matter of time before she cracks, and when that happens they will be there to assume the inc. for themselves...

THE UNKNOWN

the something that she has blocked out entirely and at this stage doesn't know about. the first model of replicant stoneage put out was an C1AI.re, a replicant that had been modelled by the couples own daughter with some modifications on the features that they thought weren't attractive/wouldn't 'sell'. the models were suddenly discontinued several years after their release, previously being a model to be upgraded. it was when damon had grown to despise his own daughter.

C - Claire

1 - first

AI - what it says on the tin

.re - replicant

perhaps some plots??

honestly looking for anything and everything but here are some ideas

people who work for meta news - perhaps they’re old friends that have spoken in a professional setting before? someone who ran a succession story on claire without permission, someone who’s been trying to get her to do that tasteless all-about-me interview after the death of her father? an ally that has buried stuff (can be discussed) for her in the past? 

sentient androids that, you know, want her gone. self-explanatory. also perhaps a privately hired android? only the best, of course. 

someone under her wing - we all know after reading my ramblings claire is a mess but would be nice if she had people under her wing, most likely started before she assumed her new role in the incorporation. what their intentions are is utp. maybe even her own protegé? someone with potential?

i’m tired right now so i’m stopping here but i love brainstorming and would love to get plots with you. this probably wasn't all of it but i love to muse!!

[carpetbug]

tell me ab your bug and cat playlist!!!! (this is my main I’m zodoods dhsjvdsjj)

HI ZO 💕!! THANK U FOR INDULGING MY SILLY LITTLE SONG LISTS! i’ll give you a song or two from a couple <3

Chat Noir

Break (Alex G) - oh my god it just screams his sacrificial tendencies paired with his love for ladybug. obsessed with this song for him. I also see these sort of reflections? of other sides of him in this song? “I could disappear, if this is what makes you feel so real” cat walker out the fucking wazoo hello! “In my head I see bright lights… I think I’m feeling it now just like you did” “And I’ll break for you baby cause you make it feel so good” CHAT BLANC HELLOOOOOO!! anyways i’m super normal about this song and totally don’t have any plans to animate anything to this 👁️

Ladybug

happy news for sadness (Car Seat Headrest) - i see this song fitting both LB and mari! the obvious line being “You can never tell the truth but you can tell something that sounds like it” relating to how deeply she values honesty and truth, but ends up having to lie and hide things from almost all the people in her life. “Everytime I think about love, I think about me thinking about you … Everytime I think about love, I think about you thinking about me” sorry this is just so fucking ladynoir? thinking about you as in thinking about adrien, this boy i’ve devoted myself to loving, but when i think about love I also think about you, chat noir, thinking about me, ladybug, the girl you’re so openly in love with. how can those both be love when they’re so different? how can they both be the truth? are they even?

Marinette

Gambling Addiction (Leanna Firestone) - i’m so insane bonkers crazy for this song ITS SO GOOD GO LISTEN TO ALL OF LEANNAS MUSIC anyways. how marinette falls quite literally head over heels when she’s in love! but she ultimately feels like she’s always playing a losing game! I also love the whole concept of marinette being both luck as ladybug and unlucky as herself with always saying the wrong thing, falling over, etc. “I wanna be pulling lucky numbers and praying to lucky stars, finding four leaf clovers and counting all my cards but i’m walking under ladders, seeing black cats, spilling table salt, and stepping on every crack” “so i’m crossing all my fingers, i’m pressing all my luck cause I know misfortune just won’t be enough to keep me from betting it all on love again”

Adrien

TV (Alex G) - adrien’s relationship with his parents! especially with emelie just sort of being gone? and he never gets to have that closure? ESPECIALLY WITH HER BEING AN ACTRESS?? AND GABRIEL NOT LETTING ADRIEN WATCH HER ROLES?? “I get feelings from the TV, they can’t hurt me, they don’t know me” “He gets lonely, he forgets me and he bought us a TV cause you don’t come around anymore” IDK GUYS I CANT PUT IT INTO FUNCTIONAL WORDS BUT DO U SEE THE VISION??

Chat Blanc

The Wolf (Fever Ray) - i love this song for chat blanc so much! (here is a drawing i did with lyrics from it!) I just am so obsessed with the vibe and tone, how deep and echoey it is, but with the intermittent hollers! it gives a very specific feeling, I love it. “And it’s poison in his blood. Big fire, big burn, into the ashes and no return” just like a perfect reference to everyone being turned into literal ash! it works so well with the chaotic, destructive nature of blanc.

Shadybug

DICTATOR (REI AMI) - i think the general vibe of the song is so fitting for her! especially the really direct transition to a much softer and emotional tune/lyrics! RAAAA it’s just so telling of how she makes shadybug into this terrifying powerful figure that can and will hurt anyone in her way when she’s just marinette, this lonely teenager with one too many problems and a shitty/dangerous coping mechanism! “I am not your queen, i’m your dictator. bend the fucking knee, yeah bitch, that was an order! what you say to me, huh? bitch speak louder! you know i reign supreme” it’s just screams shadybug to me. also hehehehe reign supreme get it

Adrinette

Romeo & Juliet (Peter McPoland) - okay imma be so fr this one makes me feel a little too silly in the heart so i unfortunately do not have the words to explain but please imagine and chew on these lyrics “I’d say “oh I love you” to my Juliet, if you only knew, i’d kill for you, i am for you, i am just who you need me to be” “i hope you mean it when you say that I am yours and you are mine”

I Love You Too (Peter McPoland) - i’m a sucker for this man’s music he makes some bangers but yeah this song it just screams adrinette to me. especially post season five, seeing them get to explore starting a relationship together and navigate their own love!! also just really shows how devoted adrien is to loving marinette, how he holds her to no expectations, values her comfort and happiness above all else during their interactions LIKE GOD HE LOVES HER SO MUCH HES WILLING TO SIT AND WAIT AND LOVE HER IN SILENCE UNTIL SHES READY FOR IT TO BE AS LOUD AS IT FEELS!! IDK!! “i love you too, too much to say” “i love your hands held close to mine, the way that our fingers all intertwine”

Ladynoir

Best Song Ever (One Direction) - guys. do i even have to explain. it is so chat flirting with ladybug. it is so entirely season one ladynoir. “maybe it’s the way she walked straight into my heart and stole it” “I said “can i take you home with me?” she said “never in your wildest dreams””

Shameless (Camila Cabello) - some fun ladynoir reveal brain food! lb getting fed up with identities clogging her emotions and deciding to throw it aside and let chat make the decision himself “it’s been a secret for the longest time” “now that you have me, do you want me still?”

Marichat

HandClap (Fitz and The Tantrums) - ok it’s honestly just the part “Every night when the stars come out, am I the only living soul around? Need to believe you could hold me down cause I’m in need of something good right now” BUT HEAR ME OUT!! Marinette and Chat seeking each other out when they need comfort, someone to vent to. Finding each other, making this connection and this safe space with so much warmth and care between them that it grows from just mutual support to adoration. I need something good right now, I need you.

Vampire Empire (Big Thief) - tbh i’m not like 100% sure what about this song is so entirely marichat to me but. it is. More angsty, it makes me think of marinette and chat trying to foster a romance between them but it just tasting… stale? like a dead plant drowning from being overwatered. “the milk has just expired, all the leaves are dead. I’m not quiet, you’ve been quiet, just receiving what you said.” They do want each other, and there’s such intense love between them, but it just always feels like they’re going about it the wrong way. “Where you can’t seem to hold me, can’t seem to let me go, so I can’t find surrender, and I can’t keep control”

Ladrien

Sports (Beach Bunny) - Ladybug getting to explore Adrien’s hobbies with him as they get close! spending her time with him, learning any new skill he’s willing to teach just to make him happy “if you feel lonely, I could be lonely with you! Tell me baby, why do you seem so blue?” but eventually kind of getting tired of playing these games around their feelings and just wanting to be with him outside of these activities “I’m tired of waiting, I was never good at sports. Save the games for the girls on the tennis courts”

We’ll Never Have Sex (Leith Ross) - THE SOFTNESS!! THE GENTLENESS!! THE CARE AND COMPASSION AND LOVE AND SIMPLICTY! “If I said you could never touch me, you’d come over and say I looked lovely” ITS JUST SO THEM!! Adrien respecting these boundaries, listening to his lady, caring for and loving her regardless of what form it comes in. “Oh you kissed me, just to kiss me, not to make me cry. It’s was simple, you are sweetness, let’s just sit a while”

[crazyforkookoopuffs]

Jealous Heat- Lo’ak x Reader

Its like not completely the Avatar universe but it mentions heat. Its a weird in between. Um it may not make sense storyline wise but I just wanted to write a lowkey possessive devoted Lo'ak. This is my first time writing anything so take that as you will ;].

Word count: ~1600

Excuse any errors comment any suggestions to make it better or of any request you have. Please i enjoy critical feedback but nothing too mean. Enjoy!

Lo’ak was never the one to second guess the two of you guys' relationship. He was pretty confident in the connection you guys had and he cherishes each and every moment he has when other people see you two together. He especially enjoys when the marks he makes on your beautiful skin are displayed. Something in him vibrates with hunger every time you yell at him for making a mark that is impossible to cover up, knowing that everyone will notice his claim on you and your claim on him.

He is truly whipped for you. He will go to the moon and back for you and if you really wanted him to and asked him nicely he would even capture the moon and stars on his journey back.

However even with this known knowledge he can’t quite explain the surging heat he feels when Tanu talks to you. 

Tanu is a friend you guys met at a bar on one of the many dates you and Lo’ak have. The first encounter was quite something if not embarrassing at least for you. You were never much of a drinker but that week was pretty hard at work and you were really stressed. So what better way to decompress by getting shit-faced in the comfort of your soulmate who you know will take care of you and protect you from any threats or danger. And then you guys met again at the local park, and again at a small bakery shop near you and Lo’ak's home. 

Of course after the second and last encounter Tanu decided to introduce himself and get both you and Lo’ak’s contact as he was new to the area and needed to make new friends. Lo’ak didn’t have a problem with this, it would be nice to have another male friend to hang out with in the neighborhood. As his closest friends all lived a ways away from him. But now. Now he wishes they never met Tanu.

Looking at the scene in front of him it is innocent. You guys decided to have a nice picnic and participate in some yoga and wellness. You and Tanu are in a butterfly position facing each other talking with big smiles. Lo’ak didn't want to join as he was more interested in the food aspect but he also loves to just watch you relax. 

He kind of regrets his decision when he sees you shift into a downward dog and your ass stretches out in the air. It may have been his vision playing tricks on him but he swears Tanu delays his movement to watch you before going into his own downward dog. As you go into child's pose you turn your head towards Lo’ak and you can't help but smile wide as you push your butt towards the heels of your feet and slightly arch your back so your arms are stretched out straight in front of you. 

You notice the slight scowl on his face and wonder what is wrong so you get up and walk towards him. Tanu is still deeply breathing in his child's pose, with no clue to what's going on on the side of him. Too engross in the opening of his hips and the release of tension in his back he feels himself falling asleep a little bit. 

Sitting in front of Lo’ak you pinch his exposed thigh. “Hey! What was that for!” his gaze finally locks with yours and he pouts. “Stop looking like a kicked puppy. Why are you looking so sad, are you not enjoying the weather? Are you not feeling well?” Now you are pushing your soft hand to his forehead checking for a fever. 

Lo’ak has half the mind to lie and tell you he does feel sick and they should head home. But he knows how worried you get with those types of things and decided against it. “No honey. I feel fine, I just was thinking about having to go back to work after this vacation.“ What he really wanted to tell you was that he was thinking about all the ways he can and will ravish you in order to show Tanu that you are a happy, satisfied woman. “I know Lo’ak.” you put up at him. “Going back to work after is always bad, but we can always take off.” Lo’ak just nods and leaning his forehead on yours, deeply breathing in your air. 

Your scent does something to him and he feels his eyes dilate as they close. Your smell is simply divine and he feels it seeping through his brain. Making him feel more primal than usual. He feels hot being this close to you. It is a shame you guys are not in the comfort of your home so he can take you in and indulge in you. 

“I know.” he sighs out after a moment. His eyes open and they lock with yours, “I love you.” and you smile and peck his lips saying ‘ I love you too.’ and it's a beautiful moment between you two. Lo’ak’s slight jealousy sizzled out. Well until he sees Tanu rise up out of his position and makes his way over to the two of you.  

There's a slight growl that slips past his lips and you scrunch your eyebrows together in confusion for a moment before you lift your head and turn in the direction he is facing. Yet all you see is Tanu approaching you guys with a smile. The closer he gets the firmer Lo'ak's grip on your waist gets and you turn back to him with a question hum. 

“Are you sure you feel okay?” you ask, but when Lo’ak opens his mouth to speak he gets cut off by Tanu. “Hey Y/N, the stretch was great. We should do this more often. I really needed that.” You smile and start to stand but Lo’ak's grip would not budge, keeping you in his arms as you twist your body to face Tanu fully. You side-eye Lo’ak for a moment before replying to Tanu, “Yeah, it's nice to just relax and stretch your body out. I usually do yoga in the mornings if you ever want to join” 

‘No, he will never be able to join.’ Lo’ak thinks. ‘He will never get close to my mate.’

Another rumble in Look's chest makes Tanu pause and you turn to him. With a hesitant smile Tanu grabs his things and starts to share farewells. As he says goodbye he looks at Lo’ak and smiles as politely as he can. 

Logically Lo’ak knows Tanu is a good guy and will never make a move on you but it just doesn't sit right with him seeing another male so close to you. After Tanu’s departure, you and lo’ak start to pack up and head home yourselves. 

You are the one driving home and as Lo’ak sits in the passenger seat he feels heat in the pit of his stomach. He is sweating and the more he breathes the more of you he smells and the warmer he gets. He wants to desperately ignore it but he can't. He wants to be wrapped up in your arms. Surrounded by your scent, your body, just you. As his eyes close it's like he can feel you, you are no longer driving and the two of you are home. He feels the way your fingers trail against his jaw line in an attempt to get his attention. How his name sounds coming from your lips and he can't help but to lean in to capture them. They are so soft and plush and with the slight dryness in the air your tongue darts out to wet them. 

“Lo’ak!” Suddenly he is ripped from his daydream. Looking around y'all are no longer in the comfort of your home but rather still in the car that's now parked. “Lo’ak, are you sure you are okay?” you ask as you kill the engine. 

Lo’ak looks at you and grabs your face pulling you into a kiss. A much needed kiss for him.

The kiss is hot and needy with Lo’ak grabbing at any part of you his greedy hands can reach. Although you are confused by his behavior you don't question it much as you lean into the kiss and lean into  him. A slight moan slips out of you as Lo’ak hands squeeze your hip. He slips his tongue in your mouth, tasting you, feeling you, devouring you and all you do is whimper pathetically. Almost climbing over the middle console to find purchase on his lap. If only air wasn’t necessary that would be your position but you pull away before you can do so gulping in as much air as possible before he pulls you in again. This time all teeth and passion. “Lo’ak.” you try but it gets cut off by a bite to your lower lip and a growl. You try again “Lo’ak” but he just kisses you harder. ‘Why are you talking? Are you not enjoying him? Is he not kissing you hard enough? You should be dizzy with his love.’ 

“Shhhh, I need you.” He says as he hurries back to you to trail kisses down your neck. He licks a stripe from the base to the ear and bites down. Only to kiss over it, “I need to claim you. To mark you.” You moan,  “huh?” 

“He doesn't know your mine, I need to claim you so he does.” He growls into your ear. 

“He will know you are mine and mind alone.”

[alicenaivory]

•⊱ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫— II. •⊱ (written in 2018)

[I inhale the warmth of steam from a hot shower, removing thick crimson sticking to my skin. My body is nearly drenched in it, silently I take satisfaction out of watching it wash down the drain. This victim wasn’t like any of my usual kills. I didn’t fall into my recklessness. Instead I took it slower to watch it play out until I was bored of it. Damon finally came around, time after time of denying me he finally gave in. I couldn’t find the answer as to why he did and none of it mattered now. Being around him had already taught me patience. He gives me the guidance that I always thought I “needed” from him. This time I had used less compulsion, giving my victim their own choices and time to give me real reactions. It felt good to not know what will happen next, to let things take it’s on pace. I hadn’t noticed how much he was training me in his footsteps.

I’m pulled away from my own thoughts when the clear glass slides open and then shuts shortly after. I was once alone but now I’m accompanied by the man I want to devote myself to forever. I didn’t have to turn around and to know it was Damon. The softness of his lips touches the nape of my neck, his cool palms along with finger tips grip my waist. I’m drawn in closer, breath catching inside my throat just by the simplest touches by him I’m already breathless. I mentally take note of his unusual silence. I’ve been with Damon sixty two times, well, now would make sixty three. Each time I’ve never felt more alive and every single time I’ve studied him. By now I think I know him and he’s never this silent unless he’s annoyed. Silence is a complete absence of sound. Most people find silence to be peaceful and it shouldn’t bother me but this was /his/ silence. Damon’s silence made me feel uneasy like something was wrong. His silence gave me the impression that whatever we had was coming to an end.]

Damon, are you okay?

[I asked him in a tone of concern, shifting in my stance to turn around and face him. I look right up at him and into his piercing blue glaze. Our eyes were a similar color in shades. It was like looking into the clear blue sky and I couldn’t help my longing stare.

“I am. I am.” He let’s out a low laugh, shaking his head before the laughter dies. “You’re a pretty girl. Why not be with a pretty boy? His eyes. His perfectly styled hair. I mean I try...but it just does what it wants.”

When the first words fall from his lips I smiled. I think he’s going to compliment me, something he also never does often. My smile fades as he continues on about this /he/ a man that he thinks is so perfect. I can’t make out this /he/ that Damon speaks of. I try not to express the confusion but it was all over my face.]

Who’s this he you speak of and why do you think he’s worthy of me? Now I’m interested.

[A smile spreads back onto my pink plush lips. The other part of my mind is telling me this is a joke. I’m waiting for him to crack a smirk but he still seems serious. “Don’t play games, Alice. You know who.” There’s very little emotion behind his words until he says “My brother.” before cocking his head a little to the right.]

Stefan...

[I said the name from my lips softly, like I had known him but I hadn’t. I heard stories about all his great kills and I even became a fan but I’ve never met The Rippah himself.]

I never met him before but even if I did—I’ve already chosen my “pretty boy.” Do you question that?

[I watch his right hand raise and run through my blonde locks to uncover my neck. My flesh is in his perfect view, he pulls me in close to deeply inhale the scent of me before pushing me up against the shower wall.

“Why not, him? Isn’t he your type? Pretty boy. Sad puppy eyes. I mean I’m nothing more than just a fuck.” Damon flicks his tongue against his teeth, eyeing me, the blonde in front of him. “Not even a good one if /every/ female wants that jackass.” He was making it no secret that he felt like Stefan was superior and he was inferior. If only he was able to see himself through my eyes.]

Damon /you’re/ my type! Every other woman shouldn’t matter if you have me..right?

[For the first time I’ve discovered something I never thought I would on Damon. Insecurity. He had insecurities toward his brother. I could almost taste it on him. He wasn’t buying my answer even though I was being truthful.

Even listening to every word he said I can’t help myself from thinking about his body up against mine. It was selfish of me to think about self pleasure while he’s venting. Damon never vents, yet alone to me. I think I should take this seriously.]

I chose you to guide me because I saw a man that will always be worthy.

[My tone was meant to be assuring but I discovered in his eyes he didn’t believe me...or did he? I’m lifted from one side of the wall and shoved hard against the other, almost directly under the water stream. The impact of it aches my shoulder blades leaving bruises. I expel a soft whimper from my lips to hide my pain. I’m use to him being rough but this was different...all of this from him was different.

Damons bare hand grabs at my throat, his fingers lace around it tightly to cut off my breath but not fully. A smirk spreads on his lips as he slowly kissed down my neck, I close my eyes to enjoy it. He nibbles on the base of my ear , using a free hand to grab my wet locks, giving it a good tug.

“I can’t be deceived, Alice.” He whispers against my skin before bringing his face to mine. What did he mean? Did he think I was deceiving him? I want to ask but I’m distracted by the softness of his lips crashing against mine. His pearly white teeth began to nip at my lower lip, he adds pressure onto his bites, causing blood to be drawn. I expel a moan from my lips returning his kisses but I hadn’t reciprocated his actions. He growls against my lips continuing our kiss more intensively. I see he’s being more aggressive and I don’t shy away from it. I began to nip back at his lower lip and he sighs out of satisfaction. Is that all he wanted? For me to do it back?

A smile spread across his lips and mine as he kneeled down to lower himself and kiss between my full round breasts, releasing the hold he had on my neck. I feel his fingers as they tweaked at my nipples, lacing his tongue around the right one. My body reacted instantly, I dragged my own lower lip with my pearly white teeth. I can taste my own blood from the skin he tore. This man had a way of weakening me, he knew exactly what I liked as I did him to an extent. He continued to kiss down my body, past my breasts and to my navel, purposely teasing me until he gets to his intended spot nestled right between my thighs. My plush lips part forming a small “o” like shape to expel a moan from my lips.]

Damon..

[I say his name that falls easily from my lips like the thousands of times I’ve said it before. “I didn’t tell you to speak. Did I?” Damon mutters while swatting my thigh hard with an open palm. He hooks his fingers under my right knee to bend it and pull it over his shoulder. The softness of his lips trail kisses upon my inner thigh as he inches closer to my entrance. He uses his thumb and index finger to part my folds, I was clean, perfectly shaved, taunt, petite and small. His mouth opens to flick his tongue over it. I was wet and not just from the water we were submerged in.

“Alice...”

Damon calls my name before sticking out his tongue and laying it flat against my sex. Another moan falls from my lips, my manicured fingers lace into his dark raven locks. Pleasure rushes through me and all I want is more. He starts a rhythm moving his tongue in a up and down motion, curling the tip of it to wiggle it over my bundle of flesh. I feel my clit being suckled into his mouth, naturally my hips grind back to run from it. His grip tightens so I can’t pull away. After a few more seconds he releases it with a small pop, taking his mouth away from my drenching wet pussy.

“So fucking wet.”

He muttered as he eased his body back up to face me, he captures my lips into a kiss, he’s still being rough with me. He takes his nails and digs them into my left shoulder, dragging it downward to give me open wounds. I whimper at the pain, it takes me by surprise. He’s never done this to me before. Was he trying to punish me for what I said earlier? I notice his nostrils flare as he leans down to run his tongue up my shoulder, intaking my blood. My wounds heal instantly seconds later and his focus is back on me. I look right into his eyes catching that devilish stare. I’m not one of his victims, so why is he looking at me like he would one?

I want to tell him he’s being too rough with me, resist him and be strong enough to go against him but I didn’t. I feel both of my inner thighs being gripped by his hands, he pulls me up to balance me against the wet wall. I hook my legs around his waist trying to keep up against the slippery surface. His hard tip presses against my entrance, he forces himself into me without ease this time. I expel a gasp from my lips, enjoying the pleasure and pain as I impaled myself on his length. I notice his jaw tightens as my teeth clench together almost as hard as my walls clamped around him. I was tight, hot and soaked like a water fall, surrounding him with my walls.

Our eyes met one another’s and I feel more connected to him than ever. I take both of my hands and lay them onto his shoulder blades. I give a tight grip while his hands rest at my waist. Damon moves his hips back only to slam them back forward against me. I didn’t hold back, I expressed my pleasure. I ignore the pressure on my back from him pinning me on the wall with his body. I lean forward to press my lips against his passionately, he rests his hand on my cheek. He grips each side of my jaw stopping our kiss by force. I’m taken back by his constant mood swings, I don’t know what he wants. I can’t make out what he’s feelings and secretly it’s frustrating me.

I watch dark veins pulse underneath his eyelids, his eyes turning black and his canines noticeable. Damon’s vampire visage takes over his human one. I run my tongue across my lower lip, digging my nails into the flesh of his shoulder blades as his thrusts become more intense. I feel his hand grip the back of my neck, forcing my head toward the right. It catches me off guard when his teeth tares carelessly into my neck. He tares out a plug of my skin, spitting it out on the floor. His thrusts are still nonstop and though I wanted pleasure, I feel threatened. My eyes widen out of fear, crimson spills down my neck.]

Wait, you’re hurting me!

[I shout to him as a warning but he doesn’t stop, he tares deeper into my throat. I hear the crushing sound and more puddles of blood spilling out of me. Is he trying to kill me all of a sudden? I attempt to push him back but his strength overpowers me. I hear his animalistic grunts, the power in his thrusts getting hard enough to make me sore. I can hear them.]

Damon, what are you doing?! Stop!

[I yelled out to him but he doesn’t react. I unhook one of my legs from around him, hands swatting at his back to stop him. My own dark veins began to pulse under my eyes, vampire visage taking over as I feel weaker. In enhanced speed he throws me to the other end of the tub. The impact causing me to hit the floor, shower water still running down his flawless skin. My crimson runs more freely down my neck, coating me in what I originally took a shower to clean off.

There’s a demonic gleam in his eyes, his breathing is heavy making his chest heave. I don’t move an inch, keeping my hands against the floor. I’m shocked, startled and most of all... I’m hurt. Was this because he didn’t believe me? It was natural of me to think it was something I had done but what if this time it wasn’t?

My body shakes as tears stream down both of my cheeks. Even though I’m crying he has no reaction to it, he licks off the remaining of my crimson against his chin. “Still want me?” He takes a step closer to me and I can’t bring myself to say another word. “Is this what you want? What you call a maker?!” My heart races inside my chest, I could feel it each time it beats. I close my eyes feeling more tears hit the surface of my cheeks. “I bet you’ll run to him now.” He opens up the glass sliding door, slamming it behind him and the pieces shatter.

I know he expects me to leave as I should...]

—Part 2—

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I don’t personally want to believe that Malenia was charmed, but I think that OP is a genius for pointing out that whether or not she was charmed… that’s not the point. The point is that there’s doubt, because Miquella compromised himself as soon as him removing others’ agency became a possibility.

If you’ve been following my ramblings for a while, you’ve probably seen me suggest that I think that the biggest consistent theme through all of Elden Ring’s narrative threads is the idea that agency matters. You might not be able to change the world, but there’s power in making active choices to bring about the world you’d like to see. We see that in Melina, Fia, and Ranni, as well as in Ansbach and Thiollier during the final fight. It’s why the Frenzy Flame ending is so drastically different from DS3’s peaceful End of Fire, and why Seluvis is the worst guy in the Lands Between.

I think it’s also where Miquella goes wrong. I think the suggestion with him is that he truly is the most compassionate being in the world, and he truly did care deeply not only for his siblings, but for every suffering person in TLB. He just couldn’t see that it’s not ethical to save people by removing their agency. You can’t just wish everyone into happiness and peace forever without destroying some part of their ability to choose their own fate. He’s essentially doing another version of the Frenzy Flame ending, which it’s worth mentioning is also typically brought about by compassion and a desire to save another from suffering (think us and Melina, or Vyke and his Maiden, or maybe Midra and Nanaya but I still don’t quite know about that one). I’ve also seen people genuinely arguing for the idea that the FF is the best ending for the inhabitants of the Lands Between because burning it all down means no one will suffer ever again. That’s compassion, but it’s a twisted compassion that totally erases the agency of the person or people you’re claiming to save. And that is Miquella, too.

(Also look at Miquella’s followers. Between Leda, whose obsessive devotion makes her bloodthirsty and paranoid, and the soldiers of the Haligtree, who literally invented a way to blow themselves up in service to Miquella even though they literally had no war to fight… the idea seems to be that an ideology like Miqqy’s, though well-intentioned, inspires a dangerous and destructive sort of faith in his followers. And his only solution to the Leda problem was to reduce her agency further with a charm.)

I think there’s also a pretty distinct narrative throughline that I’ll call… collaboration? Community? Something like that. The idea that you can’t strive for change all on your own. That’s the contrast between Ranni and her little band with Blaidd and Iji, (Remember how some of her final words to us are “Tell Blaidd and Iji I love them?”) and characters like Marika, who continuously used those closest to her for her own ends, and Miquella, whose excessive selflessness led him to take sole responsibility for Marika’s sins to the point of sacrificing himself piece by piece. I think the idea of collaboration, or at the very least trusting others in some sort of community, also shows up with Nepheli, Kenneth and Gostoc back in Limgrave. They’re a bunch of very different, very flawed individuals, but what matters is that they try to build something together.

So that’s another thing Miquella finds himself in opposition to. His character is basically built on metaphors for solitude, from Unalloyed Gold (an unmixed metal, purer but weaker than an alloy) to the Dryleafs (a dry leaf has fallen from its tree). There’s also the way he cuts out his other self so that not even she can suffer godhood with him (If Trina knew that Godhood would be a prison, Miquella surely did too) and his other cult, the Dryleaf Sect, who are so devoted to self-sufficiency that they refuse to speak to others or even look them in the eyes. These things are not healthy; compassion alone is not healthy. It needs to be tempered (alloyed?) by a sense of trust in others and their ability to make their own choices.

I think its pretty interesting that theres a bit of hinting that Melania was charmed by Miquella and theres also a bit hinting that she wasn't, and we'll probably never know for sure.

On one hand, Melania has always been "The Blade of Miquella" and deeply devoted.

On the other hand, she grew up being taught by the very person who sealed away the god of rot, but threw that all away to kill Radahn and nuke Caelid and after you defeat her, she calls you a "TRUE lord" with the implication there are lords out there not truly capable of being a lord.

It really feels like its making the point that the act of taking away peoples agency casts doubt of how genuine your support is

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author's note: sorry i just cannot stop writing headcanons! it's my favorite thing to write. i really hope everyone enjoys these, they include things from these two works of mine as well :) -shea

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

very much the involved boyfriend

once you guys finally start dating, he just immediately wants you guys to merge lives and share friends, even though that’s not a simple process

but it’s really because he cares about you so deeply he doesn’t want there to be a part of his life that you’re just not involved in

therefore; very involved

you guys manage your schedules together and plan out dinners and dates in advance

he mostly really likes having something to look forward too, like time with you

the kind of boyfriend that remembers little stuff you say here and there

like if you mention your mom’s birthday is coming up, he’ll ask later what you’re getting her and suggest some ideas. probably would send your mom flowers too to earn brownie points

or if you have a stressful week with exams and papers, he’ll stop by randomly with coffee and a snack and a hug

i honestly don’t see jean as the kind of boyfriend to start/carry on a fight, because he would hate knowing that you two are upset with each other. so i think any fights would be resolved pretty quickly

if one did happen to go over night or last a few days, he would definitely apologize first and bring you flowers, even if you were the one who started it

honestly though, with a guy like jean, what is there to fight about

overall, just a super caring boyfriend that makes the little stuff the memorable stuff

𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

the! best! boyfriend! ever!

i see armin as the ideal caring boyfriend

he just really likes to have someone to take care of, and he is also really touched that someone trusts him enough to ensure their heart to him

so he takes every measure to make sure he’s being the best partner he can be

a lot of emotional sharing, and i feel like would happen pretty early on as well

only because he is so trustworthy and you know you can tell him everything on your mind, even stuff that you maybe haven’t told anyone else

this just makes your relationship progress even further. you two are the couple that has been dating for a month but knows they are going to be together for a long time

speaking of, you are the mom and the dad of the friend group, which is so adorable but calls for a lot of teasing from your friends

but armin knows he’s going to marry you one day, so he just laughs when eren cracks another joke about it

𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

i’ll be real, this relationship is definitely not the easiest

reiner definitely loves you, don’t get me wrong, but a big part of him probably thinks he doesn’t deserve someone like you to care about him

which isn’t easy in a relationship because i feel like he would try and distance himself from getting too attached in the beginning

maybe he just thinks you’re going to see through him and realize you don’t want this anymore (which is not true at all, but just his intrusive thoughts)

i think you would try to reassure him about your feelings and how much you want this relationship, but then he feels like you shouldn’t have to reassure him, and that you shouldn’t be in the kind of relationship where you have to reassure the person. basically he thinks you deserve someone better, and you know that there is no one better for you

eventually i think this reaches a breaking point. through a lot of angst and honesty and tears, you two finally work it out

i think after clearing things up, things take a huge turn for the better

he definitely learns that there’s nothing wrong with being a relationship where you have to take care of each other, and he’s definitely thankful that you continued to stand by him

so sorry about this angst, but on the bright side, this man would be such a devoted boyfriend

his friends definitely make fun of him for looking at you like you hung the stars and moon in the sky

i also think all this angst would lead to you two being really open and vulnerable with each other, which is really important to him

also definitely a mama’s boy and can’t wait to introduce you to her

just like armin, he knows you’re gonna be his wife someday

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

even though i think it would take eren a long time to settle down and commit to a healthy, long-term relationship, once he does, he would be a great boyfriend

he is a really caring guy, and i feel like part of his hesitance is about opening up to someone if they’re just gonna leave

but i think he can tell early on that this would be different

i have a feeling his love language is quality time, and so you two are always planning little things together

he especially loves last-minute, impromptu dates that arise from a random thought

like he’ll grab two sandwiches and take you to the beach at sunset, even if you just got home or had something to get done

or knock on your door at midnight and take you to the nearest roof to stargaze together

i feel like eren is the boyfriend who becomes your closest friend over time

you guys go to each other first when you need to rant or talk or babble endlessly

it’s an interesting dynamic but it works well for you guys

the kind of bf that people assume he’s a single bachelor and will stay that way forever, or people don’t believe that he’s settled down, and then when they see you two together they’re shocked

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭

you and marco have the most wholesome relationship

if i had to picture anyone whose relationship feels like the honeymoon phase even after a whole year, it is marco

he has a habit of making every small date, every meeting or interaction just feel so special, like every day is a special occasion

the kind of boyfriend who gets you a promise ring early on with every intention of replacing it with an engagement ring and wedding band one day

a big moment for him is introducing you to his friends! he knows they’ll love you, and he just wants you to meet the other most important people in his life

especially you and jean, this boy would be on cloud nine seeing you two get along so well. makes him super happy and teary-eyed

the responsible bf who takes care of everything for you, even little, everyday things so you don’t have to worry about it

like making sure there’s a cup of water on the nightstand when you go to bed, or setting an extra alarm to make sure you don’t oversleep, or reminding you about a deadline

overall just <3 boyfriend marco

𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

the nonchalant, cool boyfriend who has to hide how sappy he actually is

pretends like he’s not nervous as all hell on your first date. acts like you leaning into him on the walk back home, or kissing his cheek at your doorstep before you say good night isn’t giving him heart palpitations.

also majorly touch-starved. after you two really open up to each other, which happens way sooner than he expected, it’s hard for him to keep his hands away from you.

he’s reserved in public, a simple arm around you waist or hands interlaced while you guys are out

but when you’re in the privacy of your home, it’s almost instinctual for him to pull you close

he loves when you lay your head on his chest, but nothing compares to when you let him lay his head on yours.

you stroke his hair and sit in silence, appreciating the quiet mumble of the television and the sound of each other breathing

always falls asleep like this, and he’s never been much of a nap guy, but ever since he met you, he’s reformed

not to mention your skin is always so warm and soft, and his is always on the colder side, so he’s just drawn to you

also i see him as the kind of guy who proposes out of nowhere, like you aren’t expecting it at all after a quiet dinner together at home, you’re getting up to grab dessert and he pulls out a ring

“how about dessert and naps for as long as we both shall live?”

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

once again, pock tries to put on a tough facade but we all know he’s just a softie on the inside

in fact, it’s a little while into your relationship that you notice him softening up with you, trying less hard to seem like someone else and getting more comfortable around you

you definitely don’t mention it, because you don’t want him to realize how you’ve been noticing it lately, but it definitely makes your chest feel warm and fuzzy at the thought of him being more himself

it’s not long at all before you can’t even see any semblance of that tough guy you met for the first time

the kind of whipped boyfriend that carries your bags when you go shopping, grabs your coffee order on the way to visit you, and likes to have quiet nights in more than going out

your favorite memories with him include watching rom-coms and munching on popcorn in his apartment, everyone else out and about on a saturday night

the leftover pizza is sitting on the counter, and you turn to go put it away when you notice pock teary-eyed at the movie!

yes, this boy cries at sappy romantic movies and you regret ever putting on the notebook that one night because you wanted to get laid after and that just did not happen because he was crying too much

but also just treats you so right and has every intention of being the best boyfriend he can, doesn’t ever want to do anything to hurt you and is highkey very glad he met you and has someone to be so open and comfortable with!

𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

can you spell boyfriend material.

the most comforting, wholesome boyfriend in the world. you actually can’t believe he’s single when you guys meet for the first time, because there’s just no way.

this is the take him home to meet your parents guy, introduce him to your friends right away guy because you know it’s serious

i talked about how bertholdt is the bf who just listens to your talks and rambles for as long as you need to, and always offers advice and sweet words, but he really does take it to the next level

lets you cry it out when you need to, rubbing your back and hair softly and not minding when his shirt is covered in tears

or alternatively lets you rant about your annoying professor or a terribly rude stranger or whatever else is plaguing your mind today

texts you every day asking how you’re doing, always calls you before bed if you guys aren’t together

he just has the ability to make you feel so heard and seen

and of course you never forget to take care of him, as well. it makes for a really comfortable dynamic.

very easy to imagine spending the rest of your life with him despite the fact that he has kicked you off the bed multiple times in his sleep

𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

alternatively, husband material

takes all of five minutes into having a conversation with him to realize this is a responsible, mature guy

which are usually far and few between

i’d like to think he’s similar to marco in the way that he likes to make sure things are taken care for you, he likes to get things off of your shoulders even though you feel like you should be doing it for him instead

this translates to a lot of checking in phone calls, making sure you’ve eaten dinner and haven’t skipped meals because of your busy schedule

always makes time for you and especially loves having date nights every saturday, it’s wonderful when you haven’t been able to see him all week

anyways, you get engaged and married so fast bc you just had to snatch him up