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The Act of Writing Psychotic Characters 

Part 1: Attention vs Intention

It's been a while since I received this request, and I ensured I took my time with the thoughts, evaluation, and analysis. This topic will be covered in three parts, so here's the first.

Before we proceed, please note that I am not a psychiatrist, psychologist, or any professional in that field. This is just an insight into how this kind of concept can fit into your novels.

Okay, let's begin.

The Attention vs Intention part of this topic will discuss two ways of portraying these type of characters in scenes. 

First, you need to understand that psychotic characters aren't psychotic based solely on their speeches or actions. If that's all you have in mind before approaching a story, you might leave a huge gap in the execution.

Rather, it's how they feel—the desire to satisfy their current emotions.

They have drives and motives, but most especially beliefs which, in most cases, are hardly understandable by other people. It's wrong and unacceptable by society, but to them, they wouldn't do it any differently.

That's why most psychotic characters have no remorse. You simply can't apologize or feel sorry if you don't 'believe' that you're in the wrong.

➜ Attention Psychosis

Psychotic characters whose main purpose in a story is limited to presence (i.e., showing up in scenes and visibly serving the role of a psychotic character) are attention psychotics. You don't flesh out their backstory or why they are who they are.

Their drives and motives aren't talked about enough to the point of justification. Readers hardly care about them, but the action they bring to the scene creates a rich narrative with the purpose of psychosis.

In summary, their role is minor. We see such cases in movies like The Babysitter.

Let's agree that none of the cult characters in that movie are exactly sane, as their main aim is to end their victims’ lives in the sickest ways possible. However, there's a certain character, Max, who simply enjoys the idea of "killing and seeing people bleed."

That has exceeded the central idea of being a cultist who gets involved in blood sacrifice to achieve their 'dream life' like the rest of the characters. It's now something more and different.

Something that has to do with homicidal ideation.

Max worked in a diner where he dealt with people that annoyed him so greatly that he wanted to kill them. So he got the opportunity to join a cult and do just that.

It was plain clear this guy had something else going on for him, but throughout the movie, his character had no special attention or even a peek into his thoughts. Although, it still worried the audience. Job done.

➜ Intention Psychosis

When a story is centered around a character's mental state, their motives, drives, beliefs, actions, and the story actually unfolds by going deeper into this concept, you have intention psychosis.

If not entirely, at least mostly, it defines the entire plot surrounding that character. People get to understand why they are who they are, their mode of action, what drives them, and even a peek into how they perceive the world around them.

Such scenarios are seen in movies like The Joker and Pyramid game (Korea). The audience gets a glimpse into their overall life and understands at least to an extent why they are the way they are.

Their beliefs get twisted for certain reasons, and there was just no stopping them. Here the characters were more than a presence; they were a central core.

In the movie Joker, we watched Arthur’s impoverished life unfold, with every event and incident worsening his condition further.

Baek Ha-rin in Pyramid Game literally created an entire game system to watch a student, who happened to be her old friend, suffer both physically and mentally. She went to great lengths to carry out this nefarious act under the guise of the game. Although this movie encompassed more than just this storyline, it was hard to ignore the unhealthy drive and actions of the young lady with an innocent face.

Before incorporating a psychotic character in your novel, determine their form of portrayal and appearance in the overall story. Are they going to serve as an attention psychotic or an intention psychotic?

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Help With The Curriculum pt 5

Agathario x Reader

Word count: 4.8k

Notes: Requested, smut, car sex, fingering, strap-on sex, oral on strap, cunnilingus, blindfold, tied hands, 1 face slap, jealousy, lmk if there's more bc it's more than the rest haha

Summary: There’s a new professor in the English department who has taken a special interest in Agatha. You and Rio have to remind Agatha that she's already spoken for.

An: I thought it was over, but someone request another part so this is what I came up with, enjoy it.

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Things have fleshed out for your relationship with Rio and Agatha over the year. Originally there was uncertainty of what was to become of your encounters with the other professors, but now you had none. The three of you had made your relationship official, at least to each other.

The students and faculty of the university were none the wiser. Besides it wasn’t their business anyway. Unfortunately not being out publicly did have a few disadvantages. One of them being that some of the other faculty members would be flirty with the three of you.

Currently, both Rio and yourself had a problem with one of the English professors and how eager she seemed to interact with Agatha. There was no reason for her to ask for Agatha’s help or advice yet, that did not stop her.

Agatha brushed off your concerns stating that the professor was new, and just being friendly. Neither you or Rio bought that excuse.

Rio was a little more hotheaded than you when it came to the topic of Wanda. She’d roll her eyes, say something under breath, and even glare shamelessly at the auburn haired woman.

You on the other hand tried to keep your anger down. However, you couldn’t help how the new professor made you twitch with anger. Your hands, your jaw, and Rio had even caught your eye twitch once when Agatha mentioned the other woman.

“How did your kids do on the exam?”

“They did alright, the class average was like a high C. I’m thinking of curving it a little,” you respond to Rio as the two of make your way to Agatha’s classroom.

“Same, I think there were a few questions that were worded a little weird. I might just make them extra credit and remove them from the base test,” she agrees.

The two of you keep talking about your classes until you arrive at Agatha’s. You know she shouldn’t have a class at the moment, so you thought you’d go chat. Partially about the test grades and in part about dinner plans for the night.

When you enter the class, your conversation stops in its tracks. The pair of you are shocked to see Wanda already here, talking to Agatha.

The woman is leaning over Agatha’s desk, giving her the perfect view of her cleavage. You can see her biting her lip as she speaks lowly to your girlfriend. She’s clearly flirting with the woman as she chuckles when Agatha mutters something to her.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Rio says under her breath.

You simply glare at the scene in front of you. You try to stay calm, but you only feel your anger intensify as you see Wanda leaning over even further so her hand could rest on Agatha’s.

“Professor Harkness,” your voice calls out with authority.

It causes all three women in the room to startle. It’s not often that you use this tone of voice. There’s a subtle irritation in it, hidden under the lower than usual octave, and the professional air you present.

“Professor L/n, Professor Vidal, what can I do for you?”

“We need to go over the exam scores and possibly the exam itself. Professor Vidal thinks some of the questions are unfair, we need to think about restructuring the test for next semester,” you keep your focus solely on Agatha.

“Isn’t that something you should talk to the head of the department about?” Wanda jumps into the conversation.

“I am head of the department,” Rio answers with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Oh, well in that case I’ll be on my way. I just wanted to ask you, Professor Harkness, if you maybe had some time after your last class to help me with some of my curriculum?”

Rio couldn’t hold her tongue any longer, “Aren’t you an English professor? What could she possibly help with better than anyone in your department?”

Wanda begins to stutter, “There’s actually quite a bit o-of overlap and-”

“Maybe you should talk to your department head, if you’re lost,” you add on.

“I actually have plans tonight, Wanda sorry. Professor Vidal and L/n are right. I'm sure someone in your department, like Professor Romanoff, can help you craft your curriculum,” Agatha answers the woman kindly.

The English professor nods to herself dejectedly, “Thank you Professors.”

She makes her exit after that. When the door closes behind her the room stays silent.

“That little slut was all over you Agatha,” Rio begins her tangent. “Her tits were practically in your face, she was just waiting on you to lean forward some more.”

“Would you relax it’s not like that.”

Rio’s jaw drops slightly and her eyebrows raise, “Oh, it’s not like that? Then why is she, an English professor, repeatedly asking you, a history professor, for your help.”

“She’s just new to being a professor, it’s not like-”

“No, she didn’t ask you for tips on being a professor. She asked you to help her with the curriculum and we of all people know what that really means. We’re nearly halfway into the semester, the fuck does she need help for?” Rio does not let Agatha finish.

“Y/n would you tell her that she's overreacting?” Agatha looks to you for help.

Your expression hardens, “She was touching you.”

“It was a friendly-"

“Rio and myself are the only ones allowed to touch you like that,” you hold her gaze.

“You can’t be serious?”

You walk around the desk to stand next to her, “And you can't be this naïve. You know that whore likes you, and you're letting her take up your time, touch you, and flirt with you? Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?”

You see her squirm under your words, “Y/n.”

“Rio and I will show you tonight. You're going to take what we give you.”

You don't say anything else turning on your heel. Rio gives Agatha a small teasing smile before walking out behind you.

“So, what's the plan?”

You smirk at the older woman, “You’re in charge tonight.”

Rio stops walking, and her eyes widen, “I’m what?”

You chuckle at her, checking the hall for prying eyes before you kiss her on the cheek, “You’ve earned it. I’m following your lead.”

“I have some ideas.”

Your smile only grows, “I’m all ears baby.”

Rio shares them with you eagerly. It’s nothing too crazy, but you find yourself falling in love with the way she thinks. You can tell she’s wanted to do this for a long time. By the time she’s gone over the main things, you can’t ignore how wet you are.

“Rio,” you say her name tentatively.

She hums in response.

“When’s your next class?”

“Half hour, why?”

You don't elaborate, instead quickening your pace walking towards the parking garage. When you get to your car, you climb in the backseat. You tug Rio in after you.

She falls on top of you, your lips find hers eagerly. She surprised by your actions, but falls into them with no problem.

You take her hand and slip it into your pants, she gasps at your wetness.

“Your dirty little ideas got me so hot baby. I need you,” you breathe out against her lips.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” she slips 2 fingers inside of you.

You help her slide your pants down around your ankles so she’s able to thrust inside of you. You could hear her breathing into your ear, her lips ever so lightly grazing your earlobe.

“I love the way your fingers curl into me. I love your weight on me. I love it when you’re in control baby, so giving,” you breathe out.

She begins to pump faster, sucking on your neck. Her thumb begins to play with your clit, knowing that you were on limited time.

“Cum for me. Please, show me how good I make you feel.”

You cum on her fingers and she helps you ride it out. You kiss her passionately not wanting to go back to the campus. Rio is the one to break the kiss.

She reaches over to the small towels that you'd taken to keeping in the car. She cleans you deliberately.

“Let’s just cancel class,” you play with hairs on the back of her neck.

“You know I can't do that,” Rio kisses your nose.

You find yourself whining a bit, “Family emergency, please. Let’s just go home, get a head start on the activities.”

Rio bites her lip, “You’re whining.”

“I’m begging,” you correct her. You can see her about to crack. Your hand cups her face gently, “Please, I need more of you. I want to make you feel good too.”

“Y/n,” she pleads.

“Fine, I guess we can go back to class,” you frown.

Rio puts her hand on your chest, keeping you down. You hardly beg, the submissive needy nature that you’re exhibiting does something to Rio. She’s usually the one who’s the neediest of the bunch, but today it doesn’t seem that way.

“You’re going to make it worth my while, pretty girl?”

You blush at the nickname, a singular word spoken softly from your lips, “Yes.”

“You better.”

The two of you maneuver so that you’re sitting up. Both sending out an email canceling the rest of your classes for the day.

Rio gives you a quick kiss, and exits your car, “I’ll see you at home.”

You all took separate cars to work, partially because you all had different schedules, but also in part to keep the school out of your business.

You hop in the driver’s seat, trying to calm yourself before you drive away. While you called it home, technically it was Agatha’s place. Rio and yourself kept your residences, but you spent most of time at Agatha’s.

Somehow Rio manages to beat you home. You’re eager to get inside. When you do, it’s eerily quiet. You head straight to the bedroom.

When you go in, Rio stands with her back facing the door. She’s already naked. You shut the door softly behind you. She still doesn’t look your way. You strip off your clothes before wrapping your arms around her middle.

You begin placing a trail of kisses on her shoulders, up the side of her neck. Her eyes are blown when they meet yours. You shudder under her gaze. You try to kiss her, but she pulls away slightly.

“I know we talked about what we were going to do to Agatha, but…”

Your eyebrows crease, “But what baby?”

“Can I fuck you?”

You feel your face heat up without your permission.

“With the strap?” You ask her for clarification.

“It’s ok, if you aren't comfortable, but-"

You kiss her eagerly. The sound of your lips smacking against each other, fills the room.

“Baby, I’ll ride you so nasty,” you giggle lowly against her lips.

Now it’s Rio who is blushing . She doesn’t say anything as you help her into the harness. Once the strap is attached to the base, she lays on the middle of the bed.

You’re still slick from her fingering you in the car. You see her reaching for the lube, but you grab her hand.

“I want to get it wet,” you tell her.

You spit in your hand before you begin to stroke the fake cock. It’s not too long after that your lips replace your hand and you begin to slowly bob your head up and down the cock.

“Oh my god,” Rio is intoxicated by the image.

She has truly never pictured seeing you in such a way. She’s hesitant, but her hand tangles itself in your hair. You can hear her breathing become shaky.

“L-look at me,” you hear her stutter.

You look through your lashes to find her staring at you lustfully. Not breaking contact, you go down to the base of the toy. She holds you there until you’re gagging on the rubber piece.

When you come off of it, you’re teary eyed, but you continue to lick her cock. You press kisses against the shaft.

“I need you inside of me.”

You straddle her waist. The way she looks so enamored has you feeling really hot. She can hardly speak as she watches you.

“Speechless baby?”

Rio swallows hard, “You’re just so pretty worshipping my cock. I just want to watch you.”

“Then watch me.”

You don’t remember the last time you had something fill you up this way. Slowly you lower yourself onto the saliva covered cock. You moan as you take it all. Rio’s hands place themselves on your hips.

It takes a moment for you to adjust. Your hands rest in the middle of her chest as you find a rhythm riding her.

“Holy shit,” your eyes roll back as you pick up the pace. “Rio, please baby, I need you t-to fuck me.”

Your words seem to pull her out of her trance. Her hips start snapping up to meet you as you bounce on her cock. Her hands travel from your waist to your breasts. She massages the mounds in her hand before playing with your nipples.

Rio sits up abruptly, pulling you closer against her. Her tongue glides over your nipple, sucking gently.

“Oh fuck,” you yelp in surprise as she lifts you just to lay you flat on the bed.

She begins to bury herself into your cunt at a rapid speed. The sound of her impaling your sloshing cunt paired with her guttural breathing sends you into a frenzy.

“You take me so good sweetheart. I could watch your hole swallow my cock forever. I can feel your hole sucking me in. You’re so soaked, I keep thinking it’s just going to slip out of you.”

You lock your legs around her, making sure she stays inside of you, “I’m going to cum.”

Rio fucks you even harder, nails digging into your hips, “Cum on my cock.”

You fall apart at her command. Her thrust slow before she gingerly pulls out of you, making you whimper at the loss fullness.

She cuddles up into your arms. It causes you to chuckle a bit as you run your fingers through her hair.

“You’re such a softie baby,” you kiss her forehead.

“Shut up, I didn't think you'd take it like that is all. You had me in awe,” Rio admits looking up at you.

Her fingers draw patterns on your skin.

“It made me feel really hot, so caught up in the way I looked with you inside of me, could barely even speak,” your hand falls from her head down her back.

“I’ll do better next time,” she mumbles.

You tilt her head up to look at you, a seriousness in your eyes, “I loved the way you fucked me baby, and if you can keep being my good girl, I’ll let you do it again.”

“Your good girl?”

You nod, “My good girl, since Agatha is so preoccupied with the English department.”

“I’m going to be rougher with her,” Rio says it as a statement.

“As rough as you want. We’re going to make sure everyone at that place knows she’s taken,” your fingers play with Rio’s harness. “In the meantime though, I think it’s time I gave you a reward for fucking me so sweetly.”

You undo the harness to expose Rio’s pussy.

“Yes, please.”

That's how the two of you spent your time waiting for Agatha. Some fucking, some talking, and then more fucking. When Agatha did come home, she was welcomed by the sound of Rio loudly moaning your name.

She takes her time going to the bedroom. When she gets there, she hears the sound of your soft laughter. Going through the door she sees your head resting on Rio’s thigh. You have a small smile on your lips as the other woman scratches your head with her free hand.

“So this is why you both decided to play hooky today?” Agatha makes her presence known.

The air in the room shifts when you both lay eyes on her. She freezes in place under the weight of the gaze.

“Tonight, you have a lesson to learn,” you say standing.

Rio follows suit, her eyes shamelessly dragging over Agatha’s body.

Agatha scoffs, “Wanda is just-”

“We don’t care. She has a thing for you, and you haven't deterred her enough. Tomorrow you're going to let her know you’re taken,” you rebut.

Rio shakes her head, “She won't have to tell her, she’ll figure it out on her own. She should pick up the… context clues, English professor and all.”

“Fine, do your worst, I suppose,” Agatha gives in.

Rio smiles holding up the silk bands for Agatha to see. The smug look drops from her lips. Rio passes you one of the ribbons while she takes the other.

Rio careful covers Agatha’s eyes, tying the ribbon behind her head. The woman then removes the top half of Agatha’s clothing. You pull her wrist out in front of her tying them together.

You and Rio lead her to the chair in her room, helping her sit down. Rio takes a seat on Agatha’s lap while you stand behind the chair.

“Agatha, you look so perfect tied up like this,” Rio’s thumb cascades across Agatha’s sharp jaw, before pulling at her bottom lip. “Suck,” the tone she uses is a complete 180 from the way she was speaking to you.

Agatha complies taking Rio’s thumb into her mouth.

“You’ve been behaving like an attention whore. Reveling in any ounce that that red headed skank has been giving you. Do we not give you enough attention?”

Your hands plant themselves on her shoulders, massaging them. Rio feels Agatha’s mouth vibrate around her thumb. She pulls it out of the woman’s mouth.

“She asked you a question?”

“You give me more than enough attention.”

Rio hums, then leans forward so her lips are touching Agatha’s ear. “Then why are you letting other bitches touch you?”

Rio gets out of Agatha’s lap and you remove your hands from her shoulders. The lack of contact makes the woman want to stand.

“Sit still,” you command, which causes her to stop all her squirming.

While Agatha sits, you and Rio prepare yourselves. The two of you stand in the middle of the room, stroking your fake cocks. You can see Agatha begin to lose her composure as she waits for something else to happen.

“Alright, come to the middle of the room and get on your knees,” Rio gives the directions.

It’s a bit of a challenge with her hands tied and the blindfold, but she manages it fine. You turn her so that she’s facing the two of you.

“Open wide, we’re going to shove our cocks down your throat,” you grab a fistful of her hair.

She listens, even making a show of sticking her tongue out. You guide her with a firm grip, making her take Rio first.

“That’s it, relax that throat for me,” Rio begins thrusting into the woman’s mouth.

Her grip replaces yours and you watch Agatha struggle with Rio’s building pace. Rio is rough with Agatha, holding her head down until the full length is in her mouth. She keeps her there until a few harsh coughs leave her, causing her to come completely off of the dick.

She takes a few deep breaths, but you don’t allow her to catch many more, before you shove your cock in her mouth.

“If you want attention, you got it baby.”

You don’t fuck her as hard as Rio, but you guide her more. You control the way her head bobs with an iron like grip. The saliva pooling down her chin and onto her chest drives you insane. It’s the power of it all, seeing her in this position turn you on tremendously. You push her head off of your dick, watching her chest heave up and down.

She’s not in the floor for much longer as Rio yanks her up and practically throws her on the bed. Rio doesn’t let up as her lips attach to the side of Agatha’s neck sucking harshly.

You join in, bombarding the other side of Agatha’s neck. The woman in between begins to pant at the sensation. Rio begins to play with Agatha’s nipples as she assaults the woman’s neck. This causes her back to arch slightly off of the bed.

You meet Rio in the middle of Agatha’s throat. The two of you remove yourselves from Agatha to see the full necklace of hickeys that you’ve created around the woman’s neck and collarbone.

“Now everyone will know that you’re taken,” your finger runs the path of the dark purple bruising.

You don’t say anything else as Rio pulls you into a sloppy kiss. The two of you are hovering over Agatha. The woman on her back mewl at the sounds she’s hearing. She can’t help, but fight against the restraints, wanting to touch the two of you so badly.

When the kissing stops, you decide to rid Agatha of the bottom portion of her clothing. You can't resist her leaky pussy. You look briefly to Rio, almost as if asking permission, and she nods.

Agatha withers as she feels your breath against her cunt. You see her hole clenching around nothing.

“Please,” she cries out.

You give her a teasing lick that makes a desperate wail escape her lips.

“Beg some more,” Rio instructs her.

Her voice is unsteady as she attempts to plead, “Y/n, Rio please. Someone, I’m sorry I- I let her touch me. I don't want anyone to touch me that's not you, please just. I need you, pl-”

Her sentence is cut off by a high pitch yelp as you begin sucking on her clit. While you get consumed with her drooling pussy, Rio begins to suckle off her. Her teeth playfully nip at Agatha’s tits before nursing from them like a baby.

The simultaneous stimulation has Agatha’s brain turning to mush. She doesn’t know what sounds to make or words to say, it all just becomes gibberish. She can feel herself getting close and you can tell by the way her cunt tries to take your tongue.

Instantly you’re removing your lips from he and Rio is doing the same. It causes Agatha to sit straight up in bed. She’s looking and moving frantically.

“No! Please, I need to cum. Let me cum, don’t leave me like this. I was being a stupid slut, I won’t do it again. You own me, you both own please. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”

You can tell by the wet spot on the blindfold and the tearstain on her cheeks that she’s crying.

“Stomach flat on the bed, ass in the air,” Rio’s words have Agatha scrambling to comply.

You take the time to remove your harness and sit in front of Agatha with your legs open. Rio straddles her legs rubbing the tip of the strap through Agatha’s messy folds. The woman responds by sticking her ass higher on the air.

Rio gives it a harsh smack, “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” She wraps Agatha’s hair around her fist yanking the woman partially up right. “Now eat her out while your pussy swallows my cock.”

She shoves Agatha’s face down right into your pussy, which the woman starts licking and sucking ravenously. You almost come off of the bed at her carnivorous speed.

“Oh fuck,” you lament.

That’s when Rio decides to slip herself fully into Agatha. Her body shakes and her mouth stops working on you as she tries to recompose herself.

“Keep eating or I’ll pull out,” Rio threatens.

Agatha’s face buries itself between your legs. She can't worry about her nose or the mess on her face all she knows is that she wants Rio to move. Your taste quenches a part of her greed, but she needs more.

Rio begins to pound Agatha’s pussy. Unable to stop herself from slapping the woman’s ass as she drives deep inside of the woman.

“I’m going to cum,” you murmur, reaching behind Agatha’s head to untie the blindfold. When it falls from over her eyes you lift her head just enough to meet your gaze. “Look at me while you make me cum.”

You slap her firmly across the face, like she had asked for last time, having looked a little more into the practice. The long grunt she let out into your cunt sent you over the edge.

“Now who do you belong to,” you move some hair out of her face .

Her words are unintelligible as she fails to answer you. The bliss she feels with Rio fucking into her nearly too much to handle. Rio’s arm locks Agatha in a semi choke hold, raising her body at a new angle. It’s just enough so she can speak into Agatha’s ear as she rams into her.

“Who owns you, Aggie?” Rio whisper, biting Agatha's ear lobe.

“You own me, you own me , you own me,” she keeps repeating it until she nearly screaming.

You swipe your fingers through your folds before pushing them into her mouth, “Ssshhhh. That whore will never fuck you like we can. She can’t have you like this. Don’t ever let her fucking touch you again.”

She nods her head as best she can in her position.

“R-rio please,” she whimpers, with your fingers still in her mouth.

The begging, mixed with the way Agatha was desperately pushing herself back to meet the thrusts, has Rio cumming.

“Make a mess for me, Agatha,” her hold on the woman’s throat tightens.

It sends her over the edge. You quickly take your fingers out of her mouth, to catch the woman as she slumps forward. Her head leans on your shoulder with her mouth open. You don’t care about the saliva that begins to pool on your skin.

Agatha winces slightly as Rio gently pulls out of her. She discards the harness, wrapping her arms around Agatha’s middle. Her head rest against Agatha’s back. You all silently attempt to catch your breaths.

You untie Agatha’s wrists and she sighs in content. The first thing she does is place one hand on your cheek and the other on Rio’s thigh.

“Jealousy is so hot on you two,” Agatha breaks the silence.

You both laugh, but you're the next one to speak, “Seriously though if she doesn't back off after this, I'm going to snap.”

“Me too, you’re ours Agatha, “ Rio adds on, placing a gentle kiss on Agatha’s back.

She nods lazily against your shoulder, “I’m yours.”

“Damn right,” you kiss her forehead.

“I’m exhausted,” Rio moves to fully lay on the bed.

You agree with her, “We’ve been fucking since we walked through the door, I could sleep for 3 days.” Your stomach growls causing you to speak again, “Some food wouldn't hurt either.”

Agatha is the one to get out of the bed and throw on a robe. You and Rio watch in amusement as she struggles to walk. Her legs tremble with every step.

“Where you going love?”

She doesn’t look back, “To the kitchen, I’ll cook us something. It’s the least I could do after using Wanda to make you jealous.”

“I fucking knew it,” Rio calls out.

“Don’t be too mad. You finally got to fuck me, my good girl,” Agatha responds.

Rio tries not to, but she melts at Agatha’s words.

“That sweet talk won’t work with me,” you call out to her.

“Are you sure about that daddy?” She annunciates the last word in a teasing tone.

You fluster at her words, “Not fair, Harkness.”

“All is fair in love and war Professor L/n.”

Rio takes your hand in hers, “She always wins banter pretty girl, you’ll get used to it.”

You don’t concede yet, taking one more shot at Agatha, “Well in that case, I guess it’s only fair to tell you that your good girl fucked me with the strap earlier.”

Rio can’t hide the tint in her cheeks as she smacks you lightly on the arm. You fail to hold back your laughter as you see Agatha hobble back into the doorway.

“She did not,” Agatha says incredulously.

You kiss the top of Rio’s head, “She did, and I loved every second of it.”

“So when do I get to?” Agatha complains.

You shrug, “Considering you purposefully made us jealous, I wouldn’t hold my breath.”

“Y/n,” she drags out your name when she whines.

Rio interjects, “I think you'll have to… earn it.”

“Precisely.”

Agatha pouts, “I’m going back to the kitchen.”

“Wait,” you stand up pulling Rio with you.

You peck Agatha’s lips, “ Thank you for cooking , love.”

Rio does the same, “We love you.”

She smiles shooing you both away, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, love you too. I’ll call you when it’s ready."

While Agatha cooks, the two of you straighten up the room, before getting cleaned up, with fresh clothes on. You can’t help but smile, thinking about this little life you cultivated with Rio and Agatha. It feels like a personal slice of heaven. If you knew this is what would come of Agatha asking for help with the curriculum, maybe you would’ve asked her first.

[muletia]

Idkkk

But reader getting mad at Optimus, bc he accidentally stepped on their garden, but he's horny and just humping the floor, while whimpering for forgiveness

I’ve been thinking about this ask every day ever since I received it… feels good to finally write about pathetic Optimus <3

Today is an absolutely beautiful day. Warm, sunny. No wind to disturb the peace.

It’s the perfect chance to enjoy the outdoors, and you’re making the most of it by setting up a lounge chair outside your house and diving into your favorite book. No nonsense involving alien war. Just you, your garden, and your books. Life couldn’t be better.

That’s why you’re surprised to hear the sound of tires rolling along the gravel road leading to your home. You weren’t expecting any visitors today. For clarity, you lift your eyes from the text and you’re greeted by a familiar truck pulling into your driveway.

The truck immediately transforms, and giant pedes start heading in your direction.

Crushing the freshly planted pink hydrangeas you were particularly proud of. Oh no, absolutely not.

“Optimus Prime!” you shout, leaping up from your lounge chair. The raised tone of your voice is enough to make your visitor flinch, dreading your anger, but he bravely crouches down to make it easier to look you in the eye. One servo rests on the ground as he leans closer, blocking any path for you to escape.

“What has gotten into you?!” you continue, furious, pacing back and forth. “You can’t just trample someone’s garden like that, got it? I’ve explained to you before that you need to be very careful when visiting me to avoid exactly this kind of situation. Do you know how long I spent looking for that particular species of hydrangea?”

You pause your rant, finding a moment to really look at him. He doesn’t… look normal. His servo digs into the ground like he’s trying to anchor himself in place, optics are focused solely on you, and within them, sparks of something dangerous, unstoppable, seem to dance.

“I beg your p-pardon,” he finally says, his voice trembling, dripping with desire. “But I desired to see you. Desperately.”

“O-oh,” you gulp. Then you glance at the trampled, lifeless hydrangeas, and your anger resurfaces. “But you could’ve been more careful, you know? I know you can be.”

“A-ah, please accept my sincerest apologies, [Name]. Forgive me, please” he whines.

“I’ll have to think about whether I’ll forgive you. You don’t trample my garden like that, okay.”

“Y-yes, I understand. Please forgive me,” he moans, making you take a step back. “Do not leave. I am begging you.”

“What’s going on with you, honey?”

He doesn’t need to answer that question. The simple pet name is enough to draw a submissive whimper from Optimus’ intake, and his thighs begin moving, humping the air. Unimaginably desperate for you. Impatient, yet still keeping his distance, though all he can think about is freeing his suffering spike and sliding it into your soft, welcoming valve. Quenching the fire of desire that’s practically consuming him.

“Please, ah!" he cries out, his form trembling with restrained need "Forgive me, my dearest, I swear on my spark I shall be more mindful in the future,” he whimpers. “I am begging you, help me. Only you can.”

Still humping at nothing, completely unconcerned about the humiliation or how pathetic the scene looks, he feels droplets of pink transfluid seeping through the seams of his interface panel, dripping onto the grass. He shouldn’t be ruining your garden even more, but he can’t stop. He needs you. Urgently. Now.

You sigh. “Oh, you’re going to pay me back for those hydrangeas. I’m going to milk you so dry you’ll forget your own name.” You nod toward the garage, specially modified for his visits. “Come on in, love.”

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

seventeen as words you can't translate🖋️ :

playlist: aurora album by toneejay

✦ Scoups: Ya'aburnee (Arabic)

▻ Meaning: A way to declare your hope that your loved one will outlive you, as it would be unbearable to live without them.

➔ Ya'aburnee literally means "you bury me" but the depth of its meaning goes beyond literal. When you don't, can't, won't think of a future without the other person, you use this word. And who else is the embodiment of Ya'aburnee if not choi seungcheol? He breathes seventeen, lives seventeen, and it's as if he will die without seventeen. There's no one as devoted as scoups.

✦ Jeonghan: Toska (Russian)

Meaning: A sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without a specific cause; a longing with nothing to long for

➔ For me, personally, ever since Jeonghan went to the military, it's as if something is missing in my life (dramatic I know). But it's not just me! Jeonghan is the emotional pillar of svt and we all know it. How many times do you think the members turn around to talk with him and have to remind themselves that he is not here with them? He is also the first one to enlist so everyone feels his absence deeply. It's as if he is in another universe that we can't to go even if we wanted to. Jeonghan, when I catch you, jeonghan.

✦ Joshua: Kilig (Tagalog)

▻ Meaning: The feeling of butterflies in your stomach specifically associated with romance

➔ One of my favourite words in tagalog and one of my favourite persons in svt. The closest literal meaning is 'to shudder' but I think the most accurate english translation is 'the fluttery feeling you get due to love-related things'. And Joshua is so first love coded that I am convinced that everyone looks at him feels their heartbeat speed up me. He, as a person, is made up of all the things I associate love with: softness, gentleness, thoughtfulness, consideration, kindness, and pure loveliness. He is the ultimate kilig feeling: falling in love

✦ Jun: Goya (Urdu)

▻ Meaning: A momentary suspension of disbelief that occurs when fantasy is so realistic that it temporarily becomes reality, usually associated with a story very well told.

➔ Goya has different meaning depending on the context, but, here, I am referring to the word as it is used in literature. It's not so much as a word but rather it is a concept. When you can almost 'taste' a piece of art because it's so vivid, then it's 'as if' (goya) it were real. And I think Jun fits this word quite well cause it's 'as if' he was real. Most of the time he doesn't feel like a real person to me. He is someone who is so ambitious and yet so kind. Someone who will keep mum about their sufferings but do everything they can to distract you from yours. Someone who works like an ox day and night yet takes the time to appreciate every little thing. We don't deserve jun. Not even a little.

✦ Hoshi: Ré Nao (Chinese)

▻ Meaning: A place or situation that is 热闹 (ré nao) is not only fun and lively. It also has a special vibe that makes everyone want to be there.

➔ The literal meaning of ré nao is “lively” or “bustling.” But it's more so about a vibe. Imagine that moment with your friends or family when you guys are out in public, in a crowded scene, like a flower market or the night stalls, and everyone around you is having fun and you are at peace yet full of joy. Contentment at the liveliness and the feeling that everyone is joining in to make it fun is approximately the closest meaning of ré nao and that's so hoshi. He is what makes bss and svt so fun. Once he steps in a practice room, it gets brighter in that instant. Hoshi makes everything full of life and everyone feels a little more alive, a little more in love with life. He is unlike any other idol. You can't mimic that jest for life even if you try.

✦ Wonwoo: Prozvonit (Czech)

▻ Meaning: Ringing somebody’s phone once so that they call you back.

➔ I think wonwoo's charm is that at first he seems unassuming (even, stoic) but the more you know about seventeen the more he reels you in. In that sense, he is 'prozvonit'. Like ringing someone's phone so that they will call back, a glance or look at wonwoo will have you double back and fall into the rabbit hole of falling for him. His playfulness, cheekiness, and emotional sensitivity is the best thing about him.

✦ Woozi: Commuovere (Italian)

▻ Meaning: A heartwarming story that moved you to tears.

➔ To me, Jihoon is a story that never ends. Every song of his is a story straight out of "one thousand and one nights" and each of them leave me brawling. Whether it's the concept or the melody or the lyrics, each song has a tiny bit of his soul. Jihoon touches not only my heart but the very essence of what makes me, me. And I am convinced that is true for most carats. He is both the art and the artist and deserves all the nice things the multiverse has to offer.

✦ Dokyeom: Retrouvailles (French) 

▻ Meaning: The happiness of meeting again after a long time.

➔ Our sunshine, dokyeom! His ability to put a smile on anyone's face needs to be researched in a case study format. He is so humble, down to earth, and funny that even if it's your first time seeing him on a screen, you will feel that you have known him forever. Dokyeom is always a sunshine, both in his personality and also as the light in everyone's life. Even if you go wayyy back to svt's debut time, you will see the same bright grin which can brighten up your day, night, and universe.

✦ Mingyu: Wabi-Sabi (Japanese)

▻ Meaning: Finding beauty in imperfections

➔ Mingyu is someone who finds beauty in everything, be it an object or experience. His optimistic and hopeful nature helps him see life through rose-coloured glasses and it's one of my favourite things about him. I even bring evidence! Only mingyu could find love in shoelaces *_*. Another evidence is him being an outfit repeater. He clearly loves his clothes and cherishes them. If someone in this world could find beauty in imperfect things, it's him. He always tries to make any and all situations better. The loveliest human.

✦ Minghao: Merak (Serbian)

▻ Meaning: The feeling you get from simple pleasures that adds up to a sense of happiness and fulfilment

➔ Whenever I hear minghao speak in interviews or in livestreams, I think to myself, "Wow, he really got life figured out." Not because of how self-assured he always is but more so why he is that self-assured. He understands what is important in his life and acts accordingly. And that makes him such a simple and unassuming person who appreciates life's small pockets of happiness. He also creates this happiness for himself and his loved ones. Xu minghao is my favourite role model.

✦ Seungkwan: Hyggelig (Danish)

Meaning: A delightfully cozy, intimate moment or thing

➔ The synonym of Hyggelig is 'gemütlichkeit' in german and 'gemytlig' in swedish but it is 'seungkwan' in korean hehe. And it's because whenever seungkwan talks its as if he and the listener are the only person in the room. The same feeling as when you are gossiping with your best friend and giggling into smithereens. The reason behind me calling him 'Hyggelig' is cause seungkwan is a person who treats every person honestly and earnestly. He is genuine in his desire for connection and companionship. It's one of his many good qualities. Someone like him is unique even in the midst of billions of people.

✦ Vernon: Fernweh (German)

▻ Meaning: The feeling of homesickness for a place that you’ve never been to

➔ Vernon always felt like home to me. He is comfort manifested as a person. The understanding and quiet support he always offers to everyone is filled with so much kindness and grace. I just know that everyone who talks with him feels as if they were in their home, in pajamas, sipping on their comfort drink on a sleepy, rainy day. Vernon is always himself and he makes the other people feel okay to be themselves too. He is a home that a lot of people me miss when he is not there.

✦ Chan: Duende (Spanish)

▻ Meaning: A work of art’s mysterious power to deeply move a person

➔ Chan is a person with too much power over svt and carats. His earnestness and dedication to put his best foot forward and to help svt be the best it can be is unbelievable. He is that work of art that will move a person to tears if they take just a glimpse. His sense of rhythm and the art of dancing make him a living masterpiece. The diNOW of kpop indeed.

[ineffableaddiction]

Mirroring

I know, mirroring is not anything new in Good Omens. I highly appreciate the nuance it takes to build on the same theme through two (or more) seemingly (and sometimes actually) different stories.

There is one that has been stuck in my brain for awhile though.

Let me share….

The Final 15

This has been analyzed from millions of angles, so I’ll be brief. Crowley cleans the bookshop and plans to take Aziraphale to the Ritz. He attempts confession of some sort, only to be interrupted by the angel bringing him good tidings of great joy while looking like The Them when Adam made them smile. The two awkwardly talk, each thinking they’re making grand gestures (and they really are, in their own ways). Things go… not as either of them would have liked. And then… the kiss and aftermath that broke a billion hearts.

This scene has always seemed very Crowley to me. Bold. Grand gestures. Blatantly emotional. (My evil demon drama queen). This scene has an in-your-face impact. There is a reason that almost everyone that saw this had a visceral reaction to it.

NOT the Final 15

But if we pull back, we see a parallel story. A grand gesture. A declaration of love. A missed opportunity to work together.

And…

One of them choosing to go to Heaven.

Think about it. Aziraphale plans a ball in the bookshop, one he’s quite excited about. But, in true Aziraphale fashion, he hides his emotions away and lets the Nina and Maggie coupling attempt to explain away his excitement.

I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me.

Our favorite angel has plans. Is he going to declare his love? Possibly, but maybe not. Will Crowley be invited to live at the bookshop? This seems likely, given the previous “our car” and “our bookshop” banter. Whatever it is, it’s a step forward.

I would like to spend…

Just look at Aziraphale’s excitement as he asks Crowley to dance.

But…

Hell decides to bust up the party. Not Crowley’s fault, but disappointing.

This is where some things seem to get overlooked.

A group of the two of us

At one point, before Crowley escorts the humans out, Aziraphale asks Crowley to hear his idea. He didn’t say plan - he wanted Crowley’s input. After all, it worked so well when they put their heads together when they were trying to protect Jim.

You can’t leave this bookshop

But Crowley doesn’t listen.

He moves the humans to safety, basically just walking them across the road.

And he doesn’t come back. Instead, he goes to Heaven. Because he thinks it is the way to help everyone.

During the time Crowley was in Heaven, Aziraphale didn’t know where he was. There were demons outside the bookshop. The human-shaped being he loves might be discorporated. Maybe even erased. And he had two humans and an amnesiac archangel to help him protect his and Crowley’s home.

That makes this scene tug violently at my heart:

So, to recap….

1. Heart eyes plans something special

2. This is ruined by occult (or ethereal) beings

3. Heart eyes tries to get their object of affection to stay at the bookshop and work together

4. Object of affection leaves the bookshop anyway

5. Object of affection goes to Heaven because they think it will solve/protect something

Then….

6. Object of affection comes back. They always come back.

We have Aziraphale’s quiet, understated version. We have Crowley’s flash bastard version.

Season 3 will hopefully bring us their version. For them, together is beautifully better.

[dreamer1084]

Spoilers of Natsuyuu Sp.23

Only 8 pages special chapter for this month, so it's almost a summary...

I am not a native English speaker, and I used Google Translation mostly (from Chinese to English), I hope the translation is not difficult to read.

Spoilers under cut.

At first, Sensei was drinking juice and waiting for Tanuma with Natsume, complaining about waiting for so long (Natsume: It's only three minutes late, Sensei) Sensei said that three minutes was also fatal. What if the new dumplings are gone? When Natsume was wondering why Tanuma was late, Tanuma finally arrived (it felt like the scene in Ch.117)

Tanuma was late because of a cold snap, so his father forced him to wear more clothes.

When they were finally ready to leave, Tanuma said that he wanted to take a detour to find a mailbox because he wanted to mail a postcard. Suddenly a strong wind blew the postcard away. Natsume immediately chased after it and saw some pattern on the postcard.

When the post card flew up, what Natsume saw was: beautiful seasonal flowers carefully painted with watercolors, and densely written words that did not contrast with them. Why he thought this way, he himself didn't know. "Is it a hand-painted postcard? Sorry, I saw it by accident..." But it looked like a love letter.. "Oh, this is a letter my father wrote to my mother."

Natsume could only look at Tanuma, think that his friends didn't usually ask about his family, and he didn't often talk about them. The same was true for Tanuma.

"Mom is far away. Oh, far away really means far away, they live separately. But they don't have a bad relationship. ──How should I put it? My mother never seem to be in good health. After she was with my father and gave birth to me, her health deteriorated rapidly... Her health improved slightly after she was admitted to the hospital. But when my father happily visited her, her health deteriorated again. Because the cause was unknown, the doctors said that maybe meeting dad caused her some stress. And there was a period of time when we had a bad relationship with my mother's relatives... Dad decided to live separately because of mom. However, mom was quite against it and made a fuss about it. Although my mother is recuperating now, she sometimes comes to visit me as long as she feels better. "

Natsume remembered that Sensei once mentioned that Tanuma's father was possessed by a youkai with divine power, and that the youkai was very powerful. But it may be jealous of the people around him. (Vol.16 Ch.66, this part was deleted from the anime) (The Youkai I see can sometimes be very unreasonable...) "So my father writes letters occasionally." (It's just like a love letter.) Because she is important, they cannot meet. Because they cannot meet, he put his heart into it──

Natsume could only say Tanuma's name helplessly, and then Sensei asked: "Hum, did you write a letter then?" Tanuma put his hat on Sensei's head. "Eh? Me?... I did write to her, but it's hard to make a reply lately..." When Natsume asked why, Tanuma said his mother had wanted him to send photos because he unintentionally mentioned something in the letter. "Photos...? What did you mention by accident?" Tanuma thought awkwardly for a long time, and finally said:

"...I made a best friend here."

+

We finally know about the situation of Tanuma's mother. I am glad that he did not grow up in a single-parent family... But maybe Tanuma's mother is also sensitive to youkai? That's why she met her husband? I believe how these two people met and interacted can be a good story LOL

Also, for Natsume's first "like a love letter"... did he actually think that it was written by Tanuma (Huh? Natsume's second "like a love letter" might be referring to the feelings of those unreasonable youkai who want to monopolize the people they value...

[hermanoga]

this scene will have a special place in my heart REGARDLESS of what is about to unfold, even after the end of Link Click

Lu Guang's genuine happy smile slowly breaks as he looks at silly Cheng Xiaoshi.

it's not just a small smile we usually see

it's a smile that takes over the looming gloominess we have seen for the entire 3 seasons

this smile is DIFFERENT. The pleasant warm forest background along with the young green leaves falling on them, it is one of the most beautiful framings of shiguang I have ever seen. If the leaves were yellow/orange, it would have made me cry like a howling hyena because that signifies 'the autumn of life', death is not far away. But it's green and young! it symbolises young and pure love. The warmth of the forest really holds them like a blanket. This scene is vibrant with youthfulness and lively spirit, and the focus of the scene is THEM.

You know what is interesting, why is Yingdu so special? We had multiple opportunities in S1 and S2 to see Shiguang framed like this but they deliberately avoided it. for example take this scene,

the focus is on their hands, which is of course very symbolic and it just looks like Cheng Xiaoshi just asked,

"Would you like to be my life partner?"

- "yes"

but they didn't show their faces.

But I am not here just to talk about Shiguang. It's him

there is something in his expressions that pleasantly sends shivers to my heart.

He is genuinely happy to cross paths with them, probably in another life, he would not meet them as a spy. In another timeline, he would have enough agency upon his life to choose to befriend them of his own volition. Link Click is so agonisingly beautiful to portray the often ignored yet deep yearning of the human mind, the yearning to meet people who make you believe in 'found family', even if it's for a fleeting moment, you are grateful to be able to form human bondings, with people who feel to be 'your people'. You know when Beckett said that the fundamental condition of human existence is being enveloped by loneliness and that's why they are constantly in search of the 'others'...he was painfully truthful.

Whatever transpires (even if it's Xia Fei who actually kills Cheng Xiaoshi and wants to kill Lu Guang) this scene will not lose its value. On the contrary, the emotions will be more profound. In a world where destiny had not designed such a heinous survival game, we will be alive and happy together.

Another thing (apart from their friendship) he realises is that...how Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang are so deeply in love. (Listen, Ik the dialogues may add a whole different meaning altogether but I wanna write it cuz it makes me happy hmph!) He recognises it, and kind of wishes something of that in his own life too. I would not be surprised if he actually views shiguang as the model lovers he kind of pines for in his own life too ( probably with Vein-)

whatever, this scene is PRICELESS!

edit : this.

[loversray]

“Byler is in Stranger Things to show unrequited love” Yet, it isn’t.

Stranger Things has shown unrequited ‘love’ before, with Dustin’s crush on Max (who liked Lucas) which i feel like it’s a storyline that most people forget. Which it’s okay, since it’s not that relevant to the story, i just wanted to show how differently Dustin and Max’s story is to Mike and Will’s.

🧢👩🏻‍🦰 How exactly were Dustin & Max written?

For starters, the show doesn’t tell us why Max and Dustin would be good together as a couple. They go well as friends, yes, but they do not show a meaningful conversation between them that really shows the romantic chemistry and how much they understand eachother, like the Lumax bus scene.

Dustin only thinks Max is “awesome” because she skateboards, and has the top score in Dig Dug, because he doesn’t know her.

They highlight that Dustin is not in love with Max, hence the Steve scene, where Steve goes “You’re not falling in love with this girl are you?” which to Dustin honestly says no, because he’s not in love, it’s a just crush. Also an important note when writing something unrequited with 15 year olds.

Then, Dustin speaks to Lucas and says “he could feel the electricity” between him and Max, which is him ultimately accepting that Max does not like him back, and instead likes Lucas.

Is he upset about it? Yes, he is, however, it’s not mentioned again in the show after season 2 because he’s over it. In just a few months, he’s got a new girlfriend, and he doesn’t like Max anymore. He got over it quick, because it was just a crush, and he didn’t know her that well.

In seasons 3&4, Dustin is able to act completely act normal around Max, because he doesn’t like her anymore.

Now, while Lucas also liked Max at first, not as much as Dustin, and as he talks with her more and knows her better (hence, them having more scenes) you see Lumax developing.

💙💛 Where does this put Byler?

Byler is written very differently. First, by season 4, Mike and Will have known eachother and been bestfriends for 10 years. (Since kindergarten), so right off the bat, they KNOW eachother. Dustin didn’t know Max.

Stranger Things has so many scenes of Mike and Will to show us just how special this thing between them is. They have a lot of scenes filled with chemistry, showing how much they understand eachother and how they’d do anything for eachother. (Said by Mike, he’d do anything for Will.)

So, they show us why Mike and Will would be a good couple. Something they didn’t with Max and Dustin.

Noah Schnapp then went on to say “You could never really tell if [Byler] was something romantic or just a really special friendship.”

Next, they show us just how much Will’s in love with Mike. (Also confirmed by Noah Schnapp) So, not a crush like Dustin. He’s in love with Mike. The painting and the van scene proves it. It shows us Will’s feelings for Mike, and how actually deep they are.

Will doesn’t say “Mike’s cool because he skateboards” like Dustin says about Max, he says “You’re the heart, and without you we’d (I) all fall apart.” and “You make her (me) feel like she’s (i’m) not a mistake at all. Like she’s (i’m) better for being different.” Basically, that he’s better for loving Mike. Mike makes Will feel like he’s not a mistake.

So, it’s very obviously NOT a shallow crush, and not something Will can move on from in a few months like Dustin. Will’s happy ending is not moving on from Mike, it’s getting together with Mike. If he moves on in like, a year with someone else completely whom he shares no understanding with, it’s completely bad writing, and i stand on it.

[enbysiriusblack]

mary beating the shit out of regulus black 4k

Mary flicked through her magazine, glancing to where Marlene had left to grab some books she needed for her essay.

She felt unsteady, alone at the library table, having begun to always stay with a friend whenever she left the dormitory, ever since the incident.

She heard someone run up to a desk behind her, making her flinch slightly before getting ahold of herself.

"Hey, Regulus!"

"Gudgeon", Regulus addressed the boy.

Mary went back to her magazine, eyes drifting to where Marlene was now, a few bookshelves away, stack of books in her arms.

"Did you hear about what happened to that gryffindor girl in the year above? Macdonald, I think her name is."

"Yes."

"Awful, isn't it?"

"I would not say that, she is a mudblood after all."

The other boy remained silent for a moment and Mary resisted the urge to turn around and give Sirius' brother a glare.

"Do you know what's going to happen to Mulciber?"

"I was told that Mulciber only received detentions until the end of year. I would have expected a more inordinate punishment from Professor Slughorn, though I suppose Mulciber's family is in acceptance standing and Macdonald is nothing special not like the ginger mudblood Professor so adores."

Davey stayed silent for a moment again, before piping up like usual, "Do you actually know what he did? Evan wouldn't tell me."

Mary turned around at that, facing the two slightly younger boys. Davey was leaning against Regulus' desk, still standing up. Whilst Regulus had a book out in front of him and a blank face as he spoke.

"He merely did something that should be legal between a pureblood and those of lesser standing. Macdonald has merely made a cumbersome scene out of nothing. Mulciber should perpetrate the curse on her again. Merlin willing, next time, it'll stick and she'll learn her place."

Mary didn't spare another glance to Marlene, and instead pushed herself out her chair, stepped towards Regulus' desk, and punched him square in the face.

Davey jumped back in shock, and stared, unmoving, at his roommate.

"You prick!" Mary shouted as she punched him again, his nose cracking to the side.

Davey's eyes widened even more, and he proceeded to clumsily run away.

Regulus slouched in his chair, his hands going up to defend his face but not fight back at all.

Mary punched him once more for good measure, cutting his cheek just below his eye, before turning on her heels and walking back to her desk.

Marlene dashed over to Mary, glancing over to Regulus Black, pinching his nose with tears in his eyes.

"Merlin, what happened whilst I was gone?"

Mary smiled and turned back to Regulus, "Black is merely making a scene out of nothing. Someone should hit him again. Hopefully, it'll stick, and he'll learn his place."

[forevergoldgame]

Episode 1 Progress Update, Part 2

We're in the process of putting all the story scenes we've written in-engine! As we go, Dan's hacking through the remaining art assets, and I'm tying up some loose ends related to systems and variable storage.

Keep reading for more details!

Writing, writing, writing

At this point, the draft mentioned in the previous update has been more or less fully realized. There's still plenty of editing to do, of course, but the episode's narrative is complete aside from a collection of short variable scenes.

We won't reveal too many specifics just yet, but the scope of Episode 1 will take you from Quincy's last day as mine inspector through to the christening of the Prince's Convoy. Along the way, you'll meet most everyone from the demo (save for Oscar and Imani) as well as a few characters you haven't, make foundational choices about the kind of man Quincy is, and actually get a proper introduction to the setting and conflict.

Changes to: art, character designs

You may have noticed some of the portraits in these screencaps are different from the demo. Once Episode 1 is out, it will be much harder to make design changes, and so we've decided to take the opportunity to revise a few character designs we weren't happy with. Nothing too crazy, but you might see a change of hair style or color here and there.

Art updates might happen here and there throughout development as Dan's work evolves, but the character designs themselves are less likely to such alterations after release. (Not counting diegetic changes in appearance, of course.)

[PICTURED: Dan's faltering suspension of disbelief over Lucas's ability to continuously dye his roots while traveling. ]

Changes to: systems, traits, and more

As we wrote Episode 1, I spent a lot of time rethinking the back end. Writing an entire episode gave me perspective on how the systems I wrote for the demo did and didn't work. I could talk at length about this, but most of said systems (like experience/leveling and reputation) were not represented in the demo due to its small scope. Seeing as no one would really understand or appreciate the details, I'll try to keep it brief instead.

LEVELING: Originally, leveling was going to be based on earning experience points. EXP would be awarded for completing quests and attempting skill checks, but we found that pacing an EXP curve in a game like this was a lot of work for a system which is ultimately at odds with a story based more on "narrative" than "winning." In the end, we did away with the concept of EXP in favor of a leveling system that is tied to main story progression.

REPUTATION: You may recall from the demo that Quincy's statistics listed a few different reputation continuum: rebel or orthodox, apathetic or ambitious, and so on. These were going to be tallies that kept track of the player's cumulative actions so that the system could easily calculate how certain characters felt about Quincy in a somewhat organic way. However, once we got writing, we realized the system was needlessly complicated, full of logistical holes, and redundant with other decision tracking handled by other parts of the system. And so, I replaced it with...

IDEALS: Ideals are somewhat like traits in that they alter text pertaining to Quincy's inner monologue and offer the player special dialog options. However, unlike traits, Quincy's ideals are somewhat malleable. If a Quincy with the "earnest" ideal continuously lies at every opportunity... well, eventually someone will notice.

AFFINITY/FRIENDSHIP: Much like reputation, the affinity system from the demo was both overly complicated and too simple to do what it needed. We knew we wanted something more organic than the standard "you completed my sidequest so now I'm in love with you because you're the main character" RPG approach since Forever Gold is more story-based, but the solution I came up with... was stupid.

I won't say how the new affinity system works - it'd spoil some of the magic if I told you exactly what actions the game was tracking and why - but it's simple on the back end while having enough complexity to create interesting roleplaying.

TRAITS: Traits have largely remained the same but have gained more importance as other systems shifted. In addition to the eight available to choose in the demo, there are three more to see in Episode 1. A few of them have been tweaked or renamed for clarity: the two traits that shared the name "Haretouched" are now called "Pariah" and "Maverick" to prevent confusion, and "Cleithrophobic" has been expanded into "Wilding" so that it better acts as a parallel quirk to Plutonist.

BETTER TOUCH CONTROLS FOR MOBILE + SMOOTHER NAVIGATION FOR DESKTOP: As it says on the tin. A lot of navigation that felt like it should have been swipeable on mobile or scrollable on desktop wasn't. But it is now!

In closing...

We're getting there. Man are we getting there. We've been pulling crazy hours on this lately.

-LS

[kathlare]

a familiar stranger

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: At the annual drivers' dinner in Abu Dhabi, Lando is caught off guard when Amelie unexpectedly returns to the scene.

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Warnings: none

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November 17th, 2024 - Yas Island, Abu Dhabi

The drivers' annual dinner in Abu Dhabi was never meant to be anything special—just a casual night where the drivers could sit down, have a meal, and share some laughs away from the prying eyes of the media and their teams. They were all used to the spotlight, but for tonight, they could relax and be themselves without the pressure.

Lando had always enjoyed these dinners, even if they were a little too formal for his liking. It was an opportunity to unwind, have a few drinks, and catch up with everyone, especially after a long, grueling season. As he arrived at the venue, the air was thick with chatter and laughter. It was a familiar sound—the kind that always seemed to echo in his mind when he thought of the drivers as a group. There was camaraderie here, shared experiences, and a sense of community that Lando could always count on.

He slid into his seat at the long table, offering a grin to Charles and Alex, who were already bantering about something—probably racing strategies or their most recent online game debacle. Lando’s eyes scanned the room, exchanging pleasantries with a few more familiar faces before he sat back and relaxed.

As the evening unfolded, the conversation flowed effortlessly, with jokes and stories bouncing between the drivers. Lando laughed along with them, nursing a drink in hand. It was easy to lose himself in the moment, surrounded by friends who had become like family over the years. For the first time in a long time, he felt a semblance of peace—a break from the whirlwind of his life.

Then the door opened, and everything changed.

He wasn’t the only one to notice. The atmosphere shifted as heads turned toward the new arrival. At first, Lando didn’t pay much attention, assuming it was just a latecomer or maybe a server bringing something in. But then he caught a glimpse of familiar blonde hair, a laugh that sent a jolt through his chest.

It couldn’t be.

Amelie.

She stood in the doorway, her face lit up in surprise as Checo jumped to his feet. Lando watched as the two embraced, Checo pulling her into a bear hug, his voice breaking as he said something Lando couldn’t quite hear. The room erupted in cheers and applause, everyone clapping at the unexpected reunion.

Lando felt his breath catch in his throat, his grip tightening around his glass as he stared at her. It was her. It had been over a year since he’d last seen her, and yet somehow, she looked both completely different and exactly the same. Her hair was now a bright, striking blonde, falling in soft waves past her shoulders, framing her face in a way that made her look radiant. Her outfit was simple but effortlessly elegant—jeans paired with a black tank top and a leather jacket slung over her shoulders. But it wasn’t just her appearance. She carried herself differently. There was a lightness about her, a glow that Lando hadn’t seen before.

Fuck, she looked beautiful.

He told himself to look away, to focus on the conversation happening around him, but he couldn’t. His chest tightened with a flood of emotions he hadn’t felt in months—emotions he thought he’d buried. Seeing her now, so close yet so far, it was like she was reopening a part of him he’d locked away.

Amelie made her way into the room, her laughter ringing out again as she greeted the drivers one by one. The others were on their feet, crowding around her, welcoming her back like a long-lost sister. It was no secret that she’d grown up around the sport, spending years traveling to races with her family, forming bonds with many of them. To the drivers, she was more than Checo’s sister-in-law—she was family.

Lando stayed in his seat, his mind racing. The last time he’d seen her was in May of 2021, when everything between them had fallen apart. He’d told himself it was for the best, that their lives were too different, too complicated to make things work. But now, sitting here, he wasn’t so sure.

Charles, who was sitting next to him, nudged his shoulder. —You alright, mate? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.—

Lando forced a laugh, shaking his head. —Yeah, I’m fine. Just didn’t expect her to show up, that’s all.—

—None of us did,— Alex chimed in from across the table. —But it’s good to see her. She looks happy, doesn’t she?—

Happy. That was the word that kept echoing in Lando’s mind. She did look happy—happier than he’d ever seen her. And that realization hit him harder than he cared to admit.

He watched as Amelie finally made her way to their end of the table, her smile widening as she approached Checo. The older man’s eyes were misty as he pulled her into another hug, his voice thick with emotion.

—I can’t believe you’re here,— Checo said, his words carrying over the chatter in the room. —You didn’t tell anyone you were coming.—

—I wanted to surprise you,— Amelie replied, her voice soft but filled with warmth. —It’s been too long.—

Checo stepped back, wiping at his eyes with a laugh. —Too long? It’s been forever. Look at you... you’re all grown up now.—

Amelie rolled her eyes playfully, but her smile didn’t waver. —I’m 21, Checo. Hardly ‘all grown up.’—

The exchange brought a round of laughter from the drivers, and for a moment, Lando allowed himself to smile. She hadn’t changed that much—still quick-witted, still capable of lighting up a room without even trying.

As Amelie greeted the others, Lando felt his stomach twist. He knew it was only a matter of time before she reached him. Part of him wanted to stand up, to walk over and say something—anything—but his feet felt like they were glued to the floor.

And then, it happened.

Amelie’s gaze met his, and for a split second, the world seemed to stop. Her smile faltered, just for a moment, before she composed herself and continued down the line of drivers. She didn’t say a word to him, didn’t even acknowledge his presence beyond that brief glance. It was as if he didn’t exist.

Lando’s chest tightened, his jaw clenching as he tried to push down the sting of her indifference. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected—a warm greeting, an awkward conversation, maybe even a cold shoulder—but this? This was worse.

Amelie moved on, her laugh ringing out as she embraced George, then Alex, and finally Carlos, who made some joke in Spanish that had her doubling over with laughter. The others were equally animated, everyone drawn to her like moths to a flame. She was the same Amelie he remembered, yet... not. The effortless way she carried herself, the confidence that seemed to radiate from her—it was new. It was different.

Lando sat frozen, his hands gripping the edges of his chair as he fought to keep his emotions in check. She hadn’t looked at him again, not once, as if the brief flicker of eye contact they’d shared had never happened. His mind raced with everything he wanted to say to her, everything he wanted to ask. But he didn’t move. He couldn’t.

—Mate, you okay?— Carlos’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. The Spaniard had returned to his seat, his dark eyes studying Lando carefully.

—Yeah,— Lando replied, his voice tight. —I’m fine.—

Carlos raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t push. Instead, his gaze flicked across the room, where Amelie was now chatting animatedly with Charles and Pierre. She looked completely at ease, her head tilting back as she laughed at something Pierre had said.

Max, seated on Lando’s other side, leaned in slightly. —You’re not fine,— he muttered under his breath, his tone more knowing than curious.

Lando shot him a glare. —Drop it, Max.—

But Max didn’t. His gaze flicked between Amelie and Lando, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. —It’s been a while, hasn’t it?—

Lando didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Max knew. He always had.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur for Lando. Conversations swirled around him, jokes were made, and drinks were poured, but he was only half present. His focus kept drifting back to Amelie—her laughter, the way her hands moved as she talked, the way she effortlessly drew everyone in.

He watched her from across the room, his chest tightening every time she smiled or tossed her hair over her shoulder. She was magnetic, and the fact that she seemed so completely unfazed by his presence only added to the sting.

He remembered how things used to be—the stolen moments, the whispered conversations, the way she’d look at him like he was the only person in the world. He thought he’d moved on, that he’d buried those feelings deep enough to forget. But seeing her now, so close yet so unreachable, brought everything rushing back with a force he wasn’t prepared for.

At one point, Amelie caught Max’s attention and walked over to him. Lando tensed, watching their interaction out of the corner of his eye. Max greeted her warmly, pulling her into a quick hug, but his gaze flickered toward Lando as they spoke. There was something in Max’s expression—an unspoken understanding that made Lando’s stomach churn.

Carlos, who had been quietly observing the entire evening, leaned closer to Lando. —So, are you going to talk to her, or are you just going to sit there sulking all night?—

—I’m not sulking,— Lando shot back, his voice low. —And no, I’m not going to talk to her.—

Carlos tilted his head, studying him. —She looks... different. Happier.—

Lando didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. Carlos was right, and it only made the ache in his chest worse.

Across the room, Amelie was now chatting with Esteban and Mick, her smile as bright as ever. Lando felt a pang of jealousy—an irrational, stupid feeling that he had no right to. She wasn’t his. She hadn’t been his for a long time.

But that didn’t stop the memories from flooding back. The late-night drives, the quiet moments when it was just the two of them, the way her laugh used to make his heart race. He’d thought he could handle seeing her again, that he’d be fine. He was wrong.

Max returned to his seat, and for a moment, there was silence between him and Lando. Then Max spoke, his voice low enough that only Lando could hear. —You still love her, don’t you?—

Lando froze, his jaw tightening. —It doesn’t matter.—

Max raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting toward Amelie. —It’s going to matter, mate. Sooner or later.—

Lando didn’t respond. He couldn’t. Because deep down, he knew Max was right.

[gottencents]

012: my favorite coworker pt.2

synopsis. SM Entertainment would’ve loved for FALLEN ANGELS and aespa to never share a stage — especially with Chanel possibly "corrupting" their prized “it girl,” Karina.

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Chanel had been thinking about this moment for weeks, replaying it over and over in her mind. She wanted everything to be perfect—no, not perfect, but meaningful. She knew Karina was special, but expressing it in a way that conveyed how much she truly cared? That was the tricky part.

It was a tuesday afternoon when Chanel impulsively found herself in a quaint little flower shop downtown, browsing through bouquets that spoke of love, admiration, and deep affection. She didn’t exactly have a plan yet, but something about picking the right flowers, candles, and the perfect ambiance felt like the right starting point. She wanted it all: something intimate, something simple, but still memorable.

By the time Chanel arrived at the rooftop, hours had been spent setting everything just the way she envisioned. The fairy lights strung across the edges cast a warm, romantic glow. The table was adorned with a simple yet elegant arrangement—a mix of roses, ranunculus, and her favorite blooms Karina had mentioned once in passing. She even made sure there were two glasses, two plates, two everything—like this night was all about them, and them alone.

The scent of vanilla candles filled the air, and soft acoustic music played from her phone, the melodies creating a soothing backdrop. Chanel was nervous. Her hands fumbled slightly with the last-minute adjustments, and even though she had imagined this moment countless times, it didn’t seem any easier now that she was standing there, alone with her thoughts.

“Okay,” she whispered to herself, “you got this.”

The elevator doors opened, and Chanel’s heart skipped a beat as Karina stepped onto the rooftop. Her heart swelled the moment she saw her. Karina was effortlessly stunning, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing a simple yet elegant white dress that made her glow even brighter in the evening light.

“You did all this?” Karina asked softly, her eyes wide with amazement as she took in the scene before her.

Chanel smiled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. “Well, yeah. It’s, uh… kind of for you.”

Karina stepped closer, her expression softening. “This is beautiful,” she murmured, her voice full of warmth. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“But I wanted to,” Chanel said quickly. “You deserve it.”

For a moment, there was only the quiet hum of contentment between them. Chanel could feel the weight of her words, and from the way Karina was looking at her, she knew it resonated.

“You’re always so thoughtful,” Karina said, taking a seat at the table. “It’s one of the many things I like about you.”

Chanel blushed, and for the first time, she could feel her nervousness begin to ease. “Yeah?” she asked softly, sitting across from Karina.

“Yeah,” Karina confirmed, giving her a gentle smile.

Dinner passed with easy conversation. Chanel found herself giggling at Karina’s stories, and Karina laughed at Chanel’s awkward attempts at making small talk. There was no pressure, no need to impress, just them, lost in the simple moments that felt full of meaning.

At one point, Karina leaned back in her chair, looking at Chanel with a warm intensity. “You’ve been so quiet today,” she teased. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Chanel grinned sheepishly, swirling the wine in her glass. “Just… overthinking, as usual.”

“You?” Karina said with a teasing smirk. “You’re always so put together.”

“I’m always put together because you make me nervous,” Chanel blurted, her voice quieter than she intended.

Karina tilted her head slightly, studying her. “Nervous? Why?”

“Because,” Chanel started, trailing off. “Because you’re you, and you’re amazing, and I’m just… me. And this whole thing feels important, and I don’t want to mess it up.”

Karina smiled gently, reaching across the table to take Chanel’s hand in hers. “You could never mess this up,” she said softly. “Just being here, with you, is more than enough for me.”

Chanel’s breath hitched. She felt an overwhelming sense of warmth, of peace. Karina was right there, holding her hand, looking at her like she mattered. And in that moment, Chanel realized how lucky she truly was.

The evening carried on, and soon it was time for the final act of Chanel’s plan. She knew it was time, her heart pounding harder with each passing second. She cleared her throat nervously and stood up, taking Karina’s hand and guiding her to the edge of the rooftop, where the view of the city stretched out before them.

“Okay,” Chanel said, taking a deep breath. “Here goes nothing.”

Karina looked at her with soft, curious eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I just…” Chanel started, stumbling over her words. “I wanted to say… more. About us.”

Karina smiled encouragingly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Go on.”

“I know we’ve been doing this for a while now, and it’s been amazing, but I don’t want it to just be fun and casual,” Chanel said, her voice steadying. “I want more. I want you. And only you. So…”

She took a deep breath, her voice steady now, her gaze locked on Karina’s.

“Karina, will you be my girlfriend?”

Karina’s eyes widened in surprise, her lips parting slightly. “Chanel…”

“Yes or no,” Chanel said quickly, still holding her breath.

“Yes,” Karina whispered, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Yes, of course I will.”

A wave of relief washed over Chanel, and before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in and kissed Karina.

The kiss was slow and sweet, filled with months of unspoken emotions and promises they hadn’t even fully realized they were making. Chanel’s heart raced, and Karina’s hands found her face, cradling it gently as they shared a moment that felt entirely their own.

When they finally pulled back, their foreheads pressed together, breath mingling in the cool night air.

“I’ve been waiting for that,” Karina murmured softly.

Chanel laughed quietly, her cheeks flushed. “Yeah?”

Karina nodded. “Yeah.”

For the rest of the night, there was only the quiet hum of their laughter and the warmth of each other’s presence, as they soaked in the realization that this, right here, was theirs.

After the kiss, the room felt warmer, quieter. They pulled back just slightly, both smiling softly, their foreheads gently pressed together.

Chanel let out a quiet breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her heart still racing. “That was—” she started, but couldn’t find the words.

“Perfect,” Karina finished for her, her voice barely a whisper.

The moment lingered. For a while, neither spoke, only soaked in the intimacy that seemed to stretch between them like a shared secret.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this,” Chanel murmured after a while, her voice steady but laced with awe.

“Like what?” Karina asked gently, brushing her thumb over Chanel’s cheek in a tender touch.

“Like… like this could be real. Like I’m not just imagining this moment.”

Karina gave a soft chuckle, leaning back to meet Chanel’s gaze again. “You’re not imagining anything. I’m right here.”

They shared another quiet moment, neither in a rush to speak. Instead, they simply enjoyed the warmth of each other’s presence.

Later, as the night stretched on, they sat close on the couch, watching a movie in the dim glow of the room. The tension from before had settled into something more comfortable—a shared quietness, filled with stolen glances and lingering touches.

Chanel, ever the dorky one, tried to focus on the film, but she kept getting distracted by Karina’s laugh, her small smiles, and how warm her hand felt in hers. Every so often, Karina would steal glances at Chanel, her gaze soft and admiring.

“You’re staring again,” Chanel whispered playfully after catching Karina looking at her for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Can’t help it,” Karina replied with a teasing smile. “You’re really distracting.”

“Oh, so now it’s my fault?” Chanel teased, grinning as she nudged Karina’s side.

“Yes. Absolutely your fault.” Karina leaned in slightly, her voice lowering. “But it’s a good thing.”

Chanel flushed at that, the warmth from before returning in full force. “You’re too much,” she mumbled, though her smile gave her away.

“You’re just right,” Karina said simply.

And for the rest of the night, the world felt a little smaller, a little brighter, knowing that they had something real—a bond deeper than any words could describe.

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A/N: texts made to all be incoming on purpose for u to know who talking better <333

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[twopoppies]

Gina, I don’t want to sound ignorant, but why do many people in the fandom think Harry wants to leave the Azoffs? Correct me if I’m missing something, but 1. Harry has known Jeff and his family for about 10 years, and he even referred to him as one of his best friends at a show. Sure, they aren’t perfect, but Harry seems to work with people he’s known and trusted for a long time like James Corden and Ben Winston.

2. Even though h*livia was a disaster and hurt Harry’s reputation, his team has been successful in selling his public image. There are tons of people who genuinely believe he is a womanizer. I even know ex larries who turned antis because of hamille and all the stories about FL being about her.

For those reasons, I honestly don’t see Harry leaving the Azoffs, but I could be wrong.

By the way, I want to give a special thanks to you and all the blogs that have stayed here for so long. Thanks for keeping everything organized and being voices of reason, compared to the chaos on tw haha

Hi, darling. Thank you for the sweet compliment.

I can't speak for everyone, but my impression is that there are a lot of fans who aren't happy with certain aspects of Harry's career, and they blame Jeff and Irving. They interpret various aspects of Harry's behavior over the years as being unhappy, overworked, and used against his will to make more and more money for the Azoffs. So, in their minds, if he had "better" management, his career and life would be better (I'm not sure what that looks like, but I gather it means things like not being closeted, not having PR relationships, not having the womanizer image, not doing residencies in America, etc.). Plus, a lot of people just hate the Azoffs (Irving, particularly) because they've got a pretty shady reputation, have their hands in literally every aspect of the music industry, and, on the surface, at least, seem pretty greedy.

Yes, they've been successful at selling Harry's public image. Whether that's an image Harry wants is up for debate. I think the bigger accomplishment is that they've been successful at taking him from former boybander to worldwide solo superstar with tons of awards (including AOTY), critical acclaim, and massive ticket sales, tours, and album streams in just eight years. I would imagine those are all things Harry would have wanted.

All of that is why I don't see him leaving the Azoffs unless there was some massive falling out behind the scenes. I do think Harry was very angry about how Holivia panned out (and he had every right to be. Although people seem to place all the blame on Jeff and forget that Harry also had an agent who brought him the role and likely negotiated at least some of the deal). Some of the stuff fans are angry about (and maybe Harry also isn't happy about) are issues that are bigger than who his manager is.

[kdramakitty]

[waitineedaname]

feeling insane about the deep dream extra again. I like to make jokes about shen qingqiu seeing binghe hugging his corpse and deciding to fuck that man to qi deviation, but when I think about the emotions communicated in that moment it's so much more. shen qingqiu just got insight into a moment he wasn't around for, when binghe was grieving him so terribly, when binghe still didn't have answers for sqq's actions, when he kept reenacting a moment of nonsexual physical intimacy that left such a profound effect on his psyche

and shen qingqiu obviously can't change what happened in the past, but what he can do upon waking up is kiss binghe, press his hand to his beating heart, affirm (out loud!! a big deal for shen qingqiu!!!) that he wants him -- communicating with his actions that "I was gone then, but I'm here now, I'm alive, I won't be leaving, I love you and want you even when it hurts"

[somesharkguy111]

"Thank you. For the second chance."