#they completely understand her and just let her be herself

[barcaatthemoon]

your best girl || alexia putellas x reader ||

You comfort Alexia when she returns after the Olympics.

18+

Everybody had a job. You had nearly forgotten that with the craziness of the Olympics. Alexia worked hard to be the best captain for her country that she could. There was only so much that her on-pitch presence could do. Their issue was at the coach's level, and the team suffered because of that. Alexia had only come back to you a couple days early after being knocked away from the medals, and that was where your job started.

It was always difficult gauging the amount of space to give Alexia. You understood how devastating a blow it was, having lost the chance for a medal at your first Olympics. Back then, you had wished that someone would have helped you pick up the pieces of yourself, but instead, you tried to brave it all on your own. Alexia wasn't like you, and that was where you apprehension about talking to her came in.

The thought of smothering Alexia and pushing her away haunted you constantly. You needed to do something to show her that you were there for her that wasn't over the top of dramatic. And so, you dropped as many little hints that you were just waiting for her to come to you. You thought for a moment that you'd end up driving yourself mad waiting for Alexia, but the silence and tension in the apartment only lasted for a few days at most.

"What is all of this?" Alexia asked as she stood behind your desk chair. You tried to turn, but Alexia was holding you forward. You could feel her lean down a bit, reading over your analysis of the games for work. "You've been busy."

"Never too busy for you though," you told her. Alexia dropped her hands from your chair, finally allowing for you to turn and face her. "I'm glad to see you up and around a bit."

"The bed felt a little cold, and I know that it's not really a big thing, but I was hoping that you had some time to join me," Alexia said. You nodded, quickly saving the small additions you had made to your analysis paper before shutting your computer down and following Alexia into the bedroom.

It looked like she had been cleaning a bit before she came to get you. The nest of blankets that Alexia had created to curl up and wallow in was now dismantled. She had tidied up her laundry from the floor and made the bed, which you knew were big steps. Aside from that, you didn't let the candles on the bedside table or the songs from your R&B sex playlist playing.

"How exactly am I helping you warm up the bed?" you asked teasingly. Alexia played it innocent as she sat back on the bed. She patted the spot next to you, and you all but rushed over to join her. Sex hadn't been on the table for you mentally when Alexia got home, but you were a bit relieved to not be waiting weeks like the last big loss Alexia had faced.

You didn't understand how someone so amazing could get down on themselves so easily. Alexia was under immense pressure from fans, but it was nothing compared to what she put herself through. You felt guilty learning from those around Alexia that it only got worse when you came in the picture. In your eyes, you were washed up and spat out by the game, but Alexia held you in the regard that some had during your prime.

"I did have a couple of things in mind. I think that I need a little reminder of who I am." Alexia ducked her head down until her face was tucked into the crook of your neck. She was being shy, like she was ashamed of really asking for what you wanted. Still, you completely understood wht she needed. It wasn't exactly what had become your normal, but you were still definitely up to reminding Alexia that she didn't have to win everything in order for you to love and cherish her.

"I get that you need this for what happened in Paris, but forget about football and the Olympics completely. Right now it's just the two of us. I am just me, and you are just you." Alexia struggled to take your words to heart at first, but that was expected. You were used to this little speedbump, but it was the most important part of everything in your eyes. "You love me despite the fact that I haven't worn a jersey of my own in three years. I'll love you even if you never put another Spain or Barcelona jersey on again. I'll love you when the day comes that your body can't handle the game anymore, and I will take care of you when you inevitably push yourself too far again. Do you know why?"

"No," Alexia answered. You turned her face so that she was looking at you and you only.

"Because I did not fall in love with Alexia Putellas, the footballer. I fell in love with the woman who doesn't know how to tread lightly, so she wakes me up at odd hours every single time that she gets out of bed. I fell in love with the woman who goes out of her way to take care of her community and everybody that she cares about. I fell in love with the woman who runs into the arm of the couch every single morning because she's too busy watching me walking into the kitchen. I fell in love with you because of what I saw off of the pitch," you told her. Alexia was blushing deeply, unsure of what to do with praise in that sense.

"I just wanted to win and make you proud. You got this new job after working so hard these past couple of years to learn Spanish. You're doing so much, and what have I done to compare?" Alexia confessed. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Alexia was constantly doing things that often made you feel a bit inferior, so it blew your mind a little to hear that Alexia had been feeling this way too.

"Ale, you are the best soccer player in the world. I'm only here because I gave up and called it quits. You're doing amazing things all of the time. You're the best in the world, and let's face it, I wouldn't have gotten my foot in the door if I wasn't your girlfriend. I could have worked and worked and worked forever, but they wouldn't have cared." Alexia's face changed from its formerly soft expression to a hardened one. "I'm not here to argue about my achievements with you, I'm here to remind you that this one setback won't define your worth."

"Just you wait, they'll be referring to me as (Y/n) (Y/l/n)'s girlfriend. Hopefully one of the better ones," Alexia said. She sounded so confident and sure of herself that you had to believe her.

"You'll always be the best one. Hopefully you'll also be my last one," you told her. Alexia leaned in and kissed you, slowly pulling you on top of her. You let the kiss progress naturally, neither of you pushing things too far without the other pressing equally as much.

"Take this off," Alexia requested as she started tugging at the hem of your shirt. You sat back and started removing the pieces of your clothes that Alexia asked you to. In turn, she briefly moved you off of her lap to completely undress herself. The tension in the room thickened a bit as she laid down again, legs spread as you stood at the end of the bed.

"You look unreal," you muttered as you moved onto the bed. You didn't want to leave Alexia waiting. Alexia didn't want to wait either, guiding your head between her legs without any ounce of hesitation. You could see that Alexia was already wet. She wasn't soaked but still undeniably wet.

You didn't have a chance to tease Alexia. She guided your face to her cunt, movements on the cusp of being pushy. Alexia was almost always in control, and she doubled down whenever you were topping. She didn't want to wait around or be teased, Alexia wanted to cum. You still had your chance to revel in the taste of her, even if it wasn't in the same way that she got to with you.

It didn't come as a surprise to you to have Alexia grinding her hips to move against your tongue. She didn't seem to want your fingers at all, working herself up on just your mouth. You loved it, loved knowing that you could make Alexia feel so good with just a few simple movements. Topping Alexia gave you a rush that you'd be riding for the next couple of days, until Alexia felt up to the task of "putting you back in your place."

"I'm so fucking close. Don't stop, please don't stop," Alexia swore. She wasn't usually one for pleading, but you'd take it. Her hands were gripping your shoulders tightly, nails digging in as you savored every drop of her that you could. Alexia let you continue with the strokes of your tongue past her first orgasm, only pushing you away after the second. She rode one high into the next before her brain and body seemed to catch up to each other.

She was sensitive, and her legs jerked shut, nearly hitting you in the process. You didn't sit back and stare, instead going straight into the bathroom to get a warm washcloth. Alexia let you clean her up, not saying anything to you until after she had grabbed new clothes to wear for the night. You stripped the bed and put everything in the washer, slightly surprised to find Alexia waiting for you in the kitchen when you were done.

"I don't think I let you know how important you are to me. I don't know how badly I would have spiraled without you here," Alexia told you. You blushed as she wrapped her arms around your waist and held you from behind. "Tomorrow, I start training again. I've only got a few years until the next World Cup and Olympics."

"I mean, I guess," you sighed. Alexia pressed a kiss to your cheek before she grabbed a snack to take into the living room. You went decided to go to bed, already well aware that Alexia wouldn't get to bed for another hour or so at least. You set an alarm for 1, deciding that if she wasn't in bed by then, you were going out to the living room to collect her yourself.

[mapis-putellas]

𝑨 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒎?

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader

Words: 600+

Warnings: none

Summary: It’s late, and alexia has yet another important question to ask. [Requested]

The night was quiet, the kind of stillness that wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. Your room was bathed in soft shadows, the faint glow of the moon filtering in through the cracks in the curtains. You lay sprawled out on your back, your breaths deep and even as sleep claimed you. Alexia was nestled against you, her head resting on your chest, one arm draped lazily over your waist.

The rhythm of her breathing matched yours for a while, but then it changed. She shifted slightly, her fingers tracing idle patterns against your side, and her head tilted up to look at you.

“Amor,” she whispered softly, her voice laced with hesitation.

You didn’t stir at first, lost in the heaviness of sleep.

“Amor,” she tried again, this time nudging you gently with her hand.

A groan escaped your lips, a low sound of protest, but your eyes remained shut.

“Wake up,” she whispered insistently, her accent wrapping around the words in that way that always made your heart squeeze. “Por favor, I need to ask you something.”

Your brow furrowed, and you mumbled something incoherent, your mind still foggy.

“Amor, please,” she pressed, her hand now gently shaking your shoulder.

Finally, with a deep sigh, you cracked one eye open to find her gazing at you intently, her brown eyes wide and serious in the dim light. “Alexia,” you murmured, your voice hoarse with sleep. “What could possibly be so important at—” you glanced at the clock on the nightstand, “—2:37 in the morning?”

She didn’t flinch at your tone, nor did she seem deterred by the clear irritation in your expression. Instead, she propped herself up on one elbow, her face hovering above yours. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

You blinked. Once. Twice. Then a third time, hoping you’d somehow misheard her. “A… worm?” you repeated, your voice flat.

Her lips pressed into a firm line, and she nodded. “Sí, a worm,” she said, her tone completely serious.

For a moment, you just stared at her, wondering if this was some sort of bizarre dream. But the weight of her gaze and the earnest expression on her face told you she wasn’t joking.

“Alexia,” you said slowly, rubbing a hand over your face in an attempt to wake yourself up fully. “It’s the middle of the night. You woke me up to ask if I’d still love you if you were… a worm?”

She nodded again, clearly not understanding why you weren’t taking this as seriously as she was. “It’s important,” she insisted. “I need to know.”

You let out a heavy sigh, your head falling back against the pillow. “Why,” you started, pausing to choose your words carefully, “are we talking about this right now?”

Her lips twitched, almost like she wanted to smile, but her expression stayed serious. “Because I was thinking,” she began, her accent thickening slightly as she spoke. “If something happened to me, if I was not… like this anymore, would you still love me?”

The softness in her voice made your irritation melt away, and you felt a pang of guilt for not taking her seriously earlier. You reached up, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from her face. “Ale, you could be a worm, a bird, a rock… I’d still love you.”

Her face lit up, a small smile breaking through her serious demeanor. “De verdad?” she asked, her voice hopeful.

“Yes,” you replied, your tone softer now. “De verdad. But you’d be a very cute worm, just for the record.”

She laughed then, the sound light and airy, and it was worth every second of lost sleep just to hear it.

“Okay,” she said, finally settling back down against your chest. “Good. Now I can sleep.”

“Glad we sorted that out,” you murmured, a smile tugging at your lips as you wrapped your arms around her.

And as her breathing evened out, you realized that even in the most ridiculous moments, loving Alexia was the easiest thing you’d ever done.

**

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[razztazzel]

Thought it would but cute to revisit this old au of mines and give it some lore!

I’m really passionate about this au specifically because I LOVE sci-fi like ALOT… so I might make a lot of content of it… OFC Helios planet will still be going on trust

Non filtered version + lore ⬇️⬇️⬇️

LORE!!!

All the toons are aliens!!! On a completely different planet (exoplanet) about 4.2 Light years away from earth. The company, C.V. inc. aka Cosmic View Incorporated labeled it “Proxima Centauri b” (Its a Genuine exoplanet that’s the closest known to earth it’s so cool) Let’s just say In this au, Earth is extremely Sci-FI like, reaching advances where it wouldn’t be really…. Possible as earth is now…

And so they developed travel though hyperspace (just to clarify, Hyperspace is a fictional concept and not based on current scientific understanding; it's often portrayed as a different dimension where normal space-time rules don't apply - google or something) and managed to land on Proxima Centauri b! The people traveling were highly advanced scientists and they were like, woahhh look at these little whimsical creatures!!! But only like 4 “handlers” went Cause it was still in development!!! So it was kind of a suicide mission to put it frankly

They didn’t die.. Thankfully!!! And they successfully made it back probably old and decrepit, just with a few aliens that totally weren’t kidnapped or anything (They done took the mains, Besides Zee(Vee) she didn’t exist on their planet since she’s a robot made by C.V. Inc.) Vee was made by the soon to be handlers in an attempt to collect direct data from the totally not kidnapped toons! Her emotions are 100% programmed but ran through an advanced ai that study’s the emotion of literally everything living that’s around her so her emotions can be pretty accurate to a certain degree before the robot part generally makes way, Her ai detects any subtle or visible emotion and collects data of it to train itself on how to process and express emotion, but she’ll never have TRUE emotion

Unlike original Vee they’re smart and makes her entirely water proof and very much heat resistant, Zee just cannot be Submerged in water. Anyway a group of.. more like.. scientists in like…training became handlers as a little hands on experiment for them since the owner of the entire thing was really really interested in the toons and wanted to be involved with data processing so she assigned newbies (ish) to be the handlers.. She herself handles Andy (Dandy)!

The toons are all kept in separate rooms similar to those of like experiments just less cruel, like SCP type shit but cooler and not evil… looking… trust trust… so they can be observed and have data recorded…Besides confinement they’re actually treated really well! Sprout learns to bake through his handler and generally enjoys it so he’s allowed to bake every now and then, Shelby (Shelly) gets loads of attention for being an alien bro does NOT wanna leave, Genesis Rock (Pebble) is treated like a legitimate dog gets walked and has play time even though since he’s a rock he probably doesn’t need it, but data is data, Andy hates it there they tried to feed him plant fertilizer once cause he resembles a flower..

Anyway Vee is the only one who’s not in confinement and is generally like a little bot helper for the company, YES!!! THE TOONS ARE ALLOWED TO ROAM!!! Those lovely creatures are not locked away… forever…

TOON TRIVIA

Andy(Dandy) Now has 4 arms!

Astro becomes spiderman ( Ok not really he just gets 6 arms and is constantly floating, Studies show that he cannot seem to stop..)

Shelby (Shelly) Is a mixture of an alienized fossil with a freaky chameleon, with more feral-ish aspects like protruding fangs and sharper hands compared to the others

Genesis (Pebble) can literally walk on air

sprouts hair is ALIVE do NOT cut it he will scream and he has awful fashion sense because refuses to take the scarf off because it was a gift from cosmo before being taken by weird tall things he didn’t know hashtag last thing he has from cosmo hashtag fruitcake angst hashtag NO MORE FRUITCAKE/j

Zee (Vee)is specifically meant to look similar to the alien toons, She doesn’t have a handler though the handlers like to let her wear a coat, they think it looks cute on her small frame…🫶🫶

Sprouts handler encourages sprout to wear the cute aprons they give him, he always refuses… one day.. one day..

Astro generally cannot stop floating, luckily for some reason gravity won’t allow him to float too high so he’s just chilling fr

I think I’ll call this au Cosmic Veiw incorporation /inc or to put it simply, Alien or space au for easy tagging

[toto-the-cactus]

Primarchs + Daughters

My perception of how each Primarch would behave when nosediving into parenthood if they had daughters. Enjoy!

I wanna personally thank @moodymisty because a great deal of their works inspired this piece.

Part 1

Lion El’jonson

The embodiment of 'tough love' made man. Having a daughter doesn’t do much to soften this guy… or at least that’s what others believe. The Dark Angels Legion are probably the only ones aware of the small gestures the Primarch often gives to his little girl in the safety that privacy offers. Where Lion lacks words of compassionate and parental love, he appropriately makes up for it with actions. He isn’t one to go over the top and prefers to give modest gifts to his daughter as the last thing the man wants is to raise a spoiled brat. Father-daughter bonding time can be summarized with strenuous training using the sword. This man will not let his precious Princess go through life without learning how to protect herself, even if he has made an oath to forever shield her too.

Fulgrim

The complete antithesis of Lion. Where this man views the Emperor as the perfection anyone should strive to reach, his beautiful daughter comes close to the second place in fulfilling that ideal. There’s a big fat chance that he teared up a little when his little gem called him Papa for the first time, but managed to wear his ever unshakable mask because he absolutely refuses to break character even in private. Has the mistaken notion that his baby is a blank canvas ready to be painted to its fullest potential; aka, molding her to what HE wants and expects of her. Fulgrim probably spoils her rotten but only through conditions that she must follow, as the Primarch understands the importance of fighting and earning for what you wish to obtain. He makes sure that any of his gene-sons are in her company as he refuses to let even a single scratch happen to his little girl. Honestly, a grown-up version of Fulgrim’s child has the chances to go both opposites of the spectrum with no in betweens: A shy aristocratic lady who is unable to speak her own mind or a completely haughty, sharp and manipulative noble woman. Too much to unpack there, yo.

Perturabo

(Slaps this bastard's head loudly) This bad boy can fit so much family trauma in it! Okay no but seriously, there’s a good reason why so many people agree that this bitch has a thing for gilded cages and all the fucked up poetry that comes with it. The good ol’ classic Greek tragedy of Medea. Perturabo may have big and insane expectations for his gene-sons but when it comes to having a daughter? The apple of his eyes. The sunshine of his life. For this Primarch, his little princess is the only living thing in the entire universe that loves him genuinely and unconditionally, making his love the equivalent of a child crushing a bird between his hands. While still easy to anger and with a resting-bitch face, he is incredibly tame and careful with his girl; always making sure that she is well versed in all kinds of science and engineering that could easily label her as a genius (but we all know how stressful can be to try and live up to big expectations). Most of his Legion finds the child either an annoyance or don’t even care enough beyond the factual point of her being the child of their mighty Primarch, beyond that? This poor girl is probably the loneliest child to ever grace the world. Remember that I referred to this like the Tragedy of Medea? Yeah…

Jaghatai Khan

Probably one of the few best papa-tier out there. This man will see his little daughter and think the only thing a good parent should do: To love and guide. He’ll be not afraid to say “I love you” to his baby girl no matter where they are, but he’ll know when to be stern and wise so she grows to be a fine and humble woman. Honestly, this guy would learn how to make a sling just for the single purpose of having his precious princess close while also being excited to teach her how to ride on a horse like he did in his childhood. The thing that makes this dude the best in this list is that if his daughter ever expresses to follow a different path in life like becoming a remembrancer or anything that doesn’t involve the Imperium, this Chad of a man will look deep into her eyes and tell her that he’ll support her no matter what. The only thing he asks is that she stays in contact as he’ll miss her terribly. Kudos to him, fr.

Leman Russ

Another one for the ‘tough love’ guys list, yo! On his defense! Hear me out… in his defense, this guy was literally raised first by Fenrisian wolves before even knowing what a proper bath entailed, so of course he’ll sometimes be a bit too much on his poor little baby girl. Roughhousing was his best first approach to teach her how to fight, trying to make his little pup have some proper backbone worthy of being called the child of a Primarch. Sometimes he’ll get carried away (either with words or actions) and is in those moments when Leman would learn what genuine and heavy guilt feels like; a very alien emotion for someone as brutal and fierce as he is. There’s no worse feeling than knowing that you are the reason behind your daughter’s tears. No one would ever say it out loud, but the way this giant of a man apologizes is by slowly and silently hugging his little girl while pouting until she hugs him back. He may suck at expressing verbally his love towards his baby, but actions are his best way to communicate and this is something his daughter eventually learns and accepts from him. Forgot to add that the entire Space Wolves Legion are not only suffocatingly protective of their Primarch’s child, but everyone takes turns when she asks them for piggy-rides or let her braid their hair.

Rogal Dorn

I don’t wanna be too mean to this poor man but lord have some mercy, trying to squeeze any emotion that doesn’t range to watching paint dry from this damn guy is already a miracle on its own. He’s probably the kind of dude that’ll leave his poor daughter in the care of his astartes and serfs while he works. Workaholic in bold, yo. It literally will take watching his poor little princess cry her eyes out for him to attempt some bonding time but man he just sucks at trying not to have a stick up his ass (Again, I’m not trying to be mean but god this is painful). This is the kind of man, besides Guilliman, that will search high and low for some paternity books to help him. At the end this father-daughter relationship can be salvageable by having a heart to heart between them both and even then, is the poor girl the one that gives more than she receives. Honestly, any daughter from Dorn has the patience of a saint. Besides this Primarch's ineptitude to properly communicate his feelings, everything else doesn’t change the fact that he loves his little princess and will do anything to make her as happy as possible so he gets some brownie points for the try.

I'll later write the second and third part of this, I swear <333

[dissapointu]

hiii! i was wondering if u could do arcane characters reacting to a partner with really long hair! my hair is like 30 inches and im so tempted to cut ittt but brings out my face and my nose piercing 😓 i loveee uu and i love ur writing!!

Thank you so much for your kind words! I’m glad you enjoy my writing. Here are the reactions of the Arcane characters to a partner with really long hair:

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Jinx

Jinx absolutely adores your long hair. She’s always trying to braid it or mess with it in some way. When she sees you running your fingers through your hair, she’s immediately fascinated.

“Whoa! Look at all that hair!” she says, tugging at a strand curiously. “How do you even deal with all of it? I bet you could make a whole new weapon with this much!”

She’ll probably try to get you to let her style it in all kinds of wild ways, and when she gets distracted, she’ll just end up wrapping herself in it like a cozy blanket. She also loves that it frames your face beautifully, making you look even cooler in her eyes.

Vi

Vi is more practical about it. She’ll run her hands through your hair and give you a smile. “This much hair? Damn, you must have patience,” she says with a teasing smirk.

But when she sees how gorgeous it looks when you pull it up or let it flow freely, she’s completely in awe. “You know, I bet it’d look real cute in a ponytail. Wanna try that out?”

She secretly loves how soft it feels against her skin when she holds you close. Vi might not fully understand the maintenance, but she loves your hair because it’s a part of you.

Sevika

Sevika is a bit aloof but can’t help but be impressed by your long hair. She’s the type to touch it without asking, her fingers brushing through it almost absentmindedly.

“That’s a lot of hair you’ve got there,” she says, her voice softening a bit as she runs her hand through the strands. “Must take you forever to wash it.”

Despite her rough exterior, Sevika enjoys the feeling of your hair slipping through her fingers, and she’ll often find herself absentmindedly playing with it when she’s not paying attention.

Silco

Silco’s reactions to your long hair are a mix of admiration and possessiveness. He’s quite taken by how it moves and frames your face, subtly making you look even more beautiful in his eyes.

“Your hair,” he starts, his voice dark and low, “it’s as much a part of you as your eyes.”

He’ll gently push a lock of hair behind your ear, gazing at you in a way that makes you feel like you’re the only person in the room. Silco isn’t the type to get too physical, but he does love the way your hair adds to your elegance and presence.

Vander

Vander is absolutely charmed by your long hair. He’s always been a fan of natural beauty, and he finds it endearing when you let your hair flow freely.

“You’ve got beautiful hair, sweetheart,” he says with a warm smile, brushing a strand away from your face. “It suits you.”

He might even help you take care of it, offering to hold it back for you when you’re busy or give you a gentle hand to fix a loose strand. Vander appreciates the way your hair complements your natural elegance and strength.

Ekko

Ekko loves your hair, but not just because it’s long. He loves how it’s a part of your identity, how it expresses your personality.

“Whoa, your hair’s longer than mine!” he laughs, running his hand through it and tugging it playfully. “You could totally hide in there if you wanted.”

He’s also fascinated by how you take care of it, always asking about your routine, even offering to help wash it. Ekko finds it mesmerizing, especially when it catches the light as you move. He’ll often be found absentmindedly twirling a lock of it between his fingers.

Jayce

Jayce is the kind of person who would find your long hair absolutely stunning. He can’t help but admire it when it’s down, how it adds to your grace and beauty.

“I’m not even sure how you deal with it all, but you make it look effortless,” he says, genuinely impressed.

He’ll be the type to offer you hair ties or ask if you need help fixing it. Jayce loves to see it styled in different ways and will always compliment how it frames your face, especially when you wear it down, letting it cascade over your shoulders.

Viktor

Viktor loves the elegance your long hair brings to your appearance, but he’s also very gentle about it. He’s often seen running his fingers through it when he’s close, marveling at the softness.

“How do you manage it?” he asks, his voice curious but sincere. “It’s beautiful, but I imagine it’s a lot of work.”

He may not always understand the effort that goes into maintaining long hair, but he will definitely appreciate the care you put into it. He’s very careful when he touches it, knowing how special it is to you.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn is totally captivated by your long hair. She loves how it flows when you move, and she finds herself twirling a strand between her fingers when you’re close.

“Your hair’s like, perfect,” she says, giving you a soft smile. “How do you get it so shiny?”

She’s always offering you cute little hair accessories—anything from ribbons to barrettes—to complement your style. Caitlyn’s constantly in awe of how effortlessly you look with such long hair, and she enjoys seeing you play with it or wear it in different ways.

Mel Medarda

Mel is the type who appreciates beauty in all its forms, and your long hair is no exception. She admires how well you maintain it and often finds herself admiring it, whether it’s styled or flowing freely.

“It suits you,” she says quietly, her eyes lingering on the way it frames your face. “Your hair is as striking as your presence.”

She’d never make a big deal of it, but Mel will always show subtle appreciation for how your hair enhances your natural beauty, perhaps even asking you for tips on maintaining it.

Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa is regal and will always notice when you present yourself with such care. Your long hair gives you a dignified aura that she can’t help but respect.

“Your hair,” she starts, her voice commanding, “is a mark of your strength and beauty. It speaks volumes about who you are.”

She enjoys running her fingers through it when she’s in a rare moment of tenderness, admiring how it complements your elegance. Ambessa is the type to consider it a part of your power, and she holds it in high regard.

Maddie Nolen

Maddie is immediately taken with your hair, seeing it as an extension of your grace. When you run your fingers through it, she can’t help but smile.

“Your hair’s amazing,” she says softly, always offering to help if it’s getting in the way. “How do you get it to look so perfect?”

Maddie will always help with tying it up, offering her own hair accessories, and when you let it down, she’s completely in awe. She enjoys how it catches the light and enhances your beauty, always finding new ways to tell you how stunning you are.

Lest

Lest finds your long hair mesmerizing, often running her fingers through it absentmindedly when you’re close.

“Your hair is… stunning,” she says, voice soft but filled with admiration. “How do you keep it so beautiful?”

She’s fascinated by the way it looks when it moves, the way it enhances your face. Lest will often braid small sections of your hair or tie it back for you when you’re busy, always cherishing the beauty it adds to your overall presence.

[moonsdancer]

need this

A scene in which a still bruised, and broken, and entirely jaded Jayce who's seen so much of his dream of magic corrupted by what he experienced in the 'future'/alternate dimensions he traversed with the wild runes, and from 'killing' his best friend, and knowing that everything he worked to build since that very first time he encountered magic as a child and it completely transformed his life - ALL OF IT has become this sick, poisoned, destructive, ultimately toxic thing --

-- to find a Mel, also a little broken and fragile after her experience in the oculorum, the fresh grief of losing Kino-who-wasn't-Kino again, and the discovery of what she is, and how that's completely overturned everything of how she understands herself, the world around her, her mother and brother, her entire family, her banishment because absolutely nothing is as she knew it to be ALL because of this revelation that she's made of magic. This new reality that still feels like it doesn't fit, like a joke awaiting a punchline. But it's not a joke because she's still got the bruises from her time in that pocket dimension prison, and her best friend's dead, and her adopted city's broken, and so's she.

But anyway, I want Jayce and Mel to have some time alone, patching each other a bit, being soft and sexy and gentle because they can recognise the shadows in each other's eyes and the hopelessness and trauma. And for Mel to show him, just a little of what she can do as she's still discovering it herself. Nothing crazy, just let a bit of that sun magic flow over him, and light up his world again, and remind him of why he loves her so much--

nothing feels impossible when I'm with you.

And when she sees the wonder in Jayce's eyes, that awe and faith, the purity of his love for her, and that old fascination with magic, untainted by whatever hextech's become, just pure and beautiful and lovely and hers. And for her to find her way back to herself in that certainty of his.

That's what I want.

[biggest-vi-defender]

arcane S2 act 2 spoilers

okay but let’s talk about the parallel of vi beginning to trust her sister again in ep. 5, and then her choosing to trust caitlyn in ep. 6, and how it revolves around vander.

at the beginning of ep. 5, the trust & relationship between vi and jinx isn’t completely gone, but it is shaky, and it needs to be rebuilt, re-earned.

in S2, jinx is the one who tries to mend their damaged relationship first, which is an incredibly satisfying parallel/foil to S1, which was when vi was the one repeatedly attempting to reach out to jinx.

and it’s somewhat successful, successful enough for vi to agree to follow jinx into the tunnels, albeit she obviously doesn’t trust her— you can see it in the way she refuses to walk first/ahead of jinx, the constant skepticism and irritation on her face, all of it. she isn’t trying to make any conversation or really bond in that moment in the slightest.

and jinx not only accepts this, she seems very understanding, in fact. like she completely understands that vi doesn’t trust her, and she’s willing to not only be okay with that for now, but she’s also going to continue to try to build that trust and that relationship again.

not only is she doing this for vander, but she’s doing it for herself and for vi just as much— her family. the one she feels responsible for breaking in the first place (and even more so, vi also feels guilty for everything in the first place as well).

and you can see as their trust begins to subtlety grow, to the point where vi is facing off against the monstrous beast that jinx is saying is her father, and jinx gives her one more desperate cry of “vi, you HAVE to believe me.”

and she does. she puts the gauntlets down, and she decides to believe in her sister, to put that faith in her. the genuine faith and acknowledgement that jinx has been trying to prove in the first place.

and look where it leads… it leads to them getting their beloved dad back, their family back, and each other back— and ofc it’s very different, and with a new addition, but that love is still the very same. that embrace meant everything to and for them.

and then in ep. 6, vi meets caitlyn again, and while they aren’t how they used to be before the events of ep. 3, there is obv still that lingering sense of attraction, of care for one another. even more so, they both seem aware of it.

you can tell, based on the way vi refers to caitlyn as ���cupcake” again, and how caitlyn puts her arm out in front of vi in order to prevent her from walking out & being seen by ambessa and the noxus army (which is a protective gesture that vi also did towards caitlyn in S1, might i add 👀).

and when caitlyn chooses to be honest w vi abt why she’s here— hunting down warwick— vi hesitates for a moment before choosing to put her faith in caitlyn, telling her the truth in response as well.

because, as i said before, vi managed to put so much trust in jinx throughout events of ep. 5, and look what that got her: her sister back, her family back, changed but still beautiful, still loving. she finally has what she has yearned for so, so badly for YEARS once again in the palm of her hand.

and i think that she’s thinking maybe, just maybe, she can put some of that trust in caitlyn again. i think this also ties back to when vi compared caitlyn to jinx. if that comparison still exists in her mind, and jinx is actively changing for the better and now apart of her life again… then maybe caitlyn can and will, too.

and she did. :)

[sofiagigantegirl]

Nights With Sofia

Sofia Falcone Gigante x Fem Reader

words: 1820

Sofia and I were in bed. It was eleven o'clock when we lay down to sleep, but now it must have been almost one in the morning when I felt Sofia restless. It’s been getting harder and harder to get her to bed; the nightmares grew stronger every night. It was almost impossible to have a peaceful, full night of sleep.

She spent most nights by the window, smoking, thinking, watching the movement below... and sometimes, watching me as I slept. Rarely does she manage to sleep for even a few hours; only the medication Dr. Julian prescribed helps, but Sofia doesn’t like taking it. She says she doesn’t want to rely on it or risk becoming addicted. She’s never been a fan of medications, and she wouldn’t change her mind now, not even for me.

I felt her moving in bed behind me, carefully lifting her arms off me as she got up. I opened my eyes just enough to see her silhouette crossing the room and heading for the window. The soft sound of the latch being unlocked was followed by a cold breeze flowing into the room, carrying the scent of rain falling outside.

I sat up in bed, but Sofia didn’t seem to notice me. She kept staring out at the rain as she lit a cigarette, her pack usually sitting on the windowsill. Sofia spends most nights at my apartment. The atmosphere in her house at night is neither safe nor pleasant, especially after her brother’s death. Because of that, she started coming over more often. Sometimes I have late-night shifts at work, but even then, she stays here to sleep.

I watched as Sofia tilted her head upward, exhaling smoke through her mouth, with a bit escaping from her nose. I don’t understand how she does it, but there’s something mesmerizing about the way she smokes, turning the simple act into something incredibly captivating. Every movement she makes feels hypnotic.

I got up from the bed carefully and walked over to Sofia in silence. The only sound was the soft patter of rain outside. She didn’t notice me approaching, completely absorbed in her own thoughts.

“Sofia,” I said, stepping closer and placing my hand on her shoulder, which was covered by the oversized shirt she was wearing. It was a rare sight, as she was usually dressed in her elegant dresses, luxurious fur coats, or expensive designer outfits—one piece of which could easily cover my rent.

She turned to me, taking one last drag from her cigarette, now nearly finished, and then stubbed it out on the windowsill. The smell of smoke mixed with the rain’s freshness as she casually flicked the butt out the window, not caring if someone might be passing by. She shut the window, muffling the sound of the rain, which was now falling softly but steadily outside. The sound of water blended with the silence in the room, creating a contrast with the lightness of her presence.

She smiled at me, her expression calm and gentle.

“I thought you were asleep, darling. Did I wake you?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern, though its softness betrayed that the worry was more a polite gesture than genuine. She took my hand, the one that had been on her shoulder, with a delicate touch, as if holding something precious. Something she didn’t want to let go of. I shake my head, a nearly imperceptible motion, and pull her toward the bed. “I hadn’t fallen asleep yet.” My voice comes out softly, more like a confession than an explanation.

When we reach the foot of the bed, I motion for Sofia to sit against the headboard. She does so without saying a word. As she adjusts herself, lightly tugging her shirt down to cover her legs, I climb onto the bed carefully, approaching her slowly. When I sit on her lap, her hands move automatically, as if drawn to me. They rest firmly on my hips, her fingers grazing my skin beneath the fabric of my shirt. Her face finds my neck almost immediately, and the warmth of her breath against my skin makes me close my eyes for a brief moment.

My hands begin to move over her instinctively. One slides up to her hair, my fingers weaving through the soft strands as I gently stroke the nape of her neck. The other moves slowly to her back, my fingers tracing light patterns that seem to relax her even more. I feel the tension in her shoulders gradually fade under my touch, as if I can ease, even just for a moment, the weight the world seems to have placed on her.

Moments like these with Sofia are the ones I cherish the most. The silence is filled only with the soft sound of our breathing and the faint whisper of rain outside. It’s in these moments that she feels truly present, fully here with me, without the ghosts that sometimes steal her focus.

Arkham left her quieter, and as a result, more distant too. She carries a melancholy that’s hard to put into words, as if part of her never really left that place. Even when she’s with me, it’s like something within her is always wandering somewhere else.

Even so, she tries not to drift too far away. I can feel it in the way her hands grip my hips, in the way she breathes deeply against my neck, as if searching for an anchor. But still, there are moments when I catch her lost, staring into nothingness, completely out of touch with reality.

I run my fingers through her hair with a bit more firmness, tilting my head slightly to rest it gently against hers. I don’t say anything; I don’t need to. In moments like this, the silence between us speaks more than any words ever could.

After a while, I feel the kisses she starts placing on my neck, soft and warm, as if each touch carries something she can’t put into words. Her hands caress my sides gently.

I pull back slowly, just enough to meet her gaze. Sofia’s eyes always hold something that captivates me—a glow that’s both strong and vulnerable, as if she carries the weight of the world but still wants to share it with me. I cradle her face in both hands, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingers, and lean in closer.

When our lips meet, it's as if the entire world disappears. The kiss is calm, sweet, and each movement feels like a silent conversation between us, where words would never be enough. Her kisses are always like this, as if she’s giving me pieces of the purest parts of herself.

The first kiss I shared with Sofia felt like every step I had taken and every decision I had made in my life had led me to her. And now, in that moment, everything made sense. I had never felt like this with anyone before, and with Sofia, everything was different.

She holds me tightly, her arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer, as if she wants to merge our bodies and souls into one space. It's almost impossible to be closer than we already are, but her embrace defies that idea. Her warmth surrounds me completely, making every point of contact between us feel like a refuge.

The kiss continues, slow, but filled with a passion that doesn’t need to rush. I feel its intensity in every gesture, in the way her hands slide down my back, holding me gently, and in the way her lips move against mine, as if memorizing every detail.

When the kiss ends, it’s Sofia who pulls away first, but only enough to rest her forehead against mine. Her hands stay on my waist, and she lets out a light sigh, almost as if she had been holding her breath the whole time.

“You’re everything to me,” she whispers, as if it were a secret. I smile, not saying anything, because I know she understands. I pull her into a longer embrace, as the rain outside continues its tranquil symphony, as if the world is conspiring to make this moment perfect.

Sofia sighs against my neck, and the sound is almost a relief. It feels like she’s found refuge, even if just briefly. I run my fingers gently through her hair, and I feel her arms tighten around me a little more, as if she doesn’t want this moment to end.

“Sofia,” I murmur softly, my voice sounding like an invitation. She lifts her head, her eyes shining in contrast to her tired expression. There’s something deep in her gaze, a mix of gratitude and vulnerability that makes me want to protect her from everything.

“Lie down with me,” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. She hesitates for a moment but then nods, slowly releasing my hips. As she settles into bed, I move to lie beside her. Sofia turns to me, reaching out to pull me closer.

Our bodies adjust naturally, as if made to fit together. My head rests on her shoulder, and one of her hands moves up my back, tracing soft, reassuring lines. Her other hand holds mine, our fingers intertwined in a gesture that says more than words could.

The warmth of her body is comforting, a perfect contrast to the light chill of the night air seeping in through the window. I press my face against her neck, breathing in the familiar scent that is uniquely hers — a mix of cigarette smoke, expensive perfume, and something softer that I can’t quite name.

Sofia leans slightly, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of my head. “Sorry for worrying you,” she says softly, her voice carrying a weight it shouldn’t have.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” I reply, still nestled in her embrace. My hands slide down to her waist, holding her firmly, as if I want to anchor her to the present moment.

I feel her chest rise and fall with a deep breath, and I realize she’s slowly relaxing. Arkham may have taken a part of her, but moments like this make me believe there’s still so much of Sofia here with me, enough to build something worth it.

She hugs me tighter, and the warmth of her touch lulls me. There are no more words, just the sound of our synchronized breathing and the distant beat of the rain against the window.

Eventually, her movements slow, and I realize she’s giving in to sleep. My hand moves up to her face, gently tracing the line of her jaw before resting on her chest, feeling the steady rhythm of her heart.

“Goodnight, Sofia,” I whisper. I don’t expect an answer; I know she’s already falling asleep. I close my eyes, letting the comfort of her embrace take me as well.

[pauleentology]

lets talk about...

Ashlyn Banner 💚

Ashlyn Banner's character isn't limited to a typical antisocial introvert who hates people. She's so much more than that. She, like everyone else in the SBG group, has trauma and pain of her own, that wasn't brought about by the phantom realm.

Let's firstly talk about her introversion. Ashlyn has built walls and defenses around herself that have gotten so high nobody even dared to climb them. She didn't do this just because she didn't like people and having to interact with them, because deep down, she takes shame in her sensitivity. Her tinnitus and hyperacusis aren't just physical conditions for her, but a reminder of her fragility. The world is a cacophony of sounds that continue to overwhelm her senses, highlighting her internal chaos. She longs for peace but finds herself in an endless battle against the very sounds of life. She didn't want people to portray her as weak or sensitive, so she's built this entire cold front to distract everybody from the fact that she's just like everybody else. The irony in that though is that her very defenses end up pushing away the people that might understand her pain.

She's a clueless, troubled, socially-deprived teenager. It's only natural we expect her to not know what to say every time she speaks with someone, which sometimes ends up in her just blurting out whatever comes to her mind, often having her come off as abrasive and painfully straightforward. But she never means to be rude, she just doesn't know how to sugarcoat her words or soften her sharp tongue.

Despite her introversion, Ashlyn is more than capable of asserting herself when needed, and her bluntness is merely a defense mechanism for her to navigate her complex emotions even she herself doesn't completely understand. She's unfamiliar to the social construct of friendship, and avoids it as much as she can.

So when Ben and Aiden come into her life all the sudden, she's prompted to confront her fears of social interaction. After getting entangled in the supernatural events of the phantom realm with the others, she began to slowly soften and get attached to them, eventually trusting them with her life, and they begin to trust her with theirs. This puts her under the impression that she's responsible for their safety, and is obligated to protect them. She takes the lead, and protects them all with her life, just like she would her family.

Everytime they were together, she always felt some underlying guilt for their predicament. She always felt responsible in some way, and she vowed to take the lead from there. If she felt responsible, she thought it best she would take responsibility, and be the reason they were safe. She was the only one who didn't understand that she was allowed to show them her own vulnerabilities and hurt. She thought nobody else would understand if she just broke down into tears, that everybody expected her to be perfect as the leader. If there was anything she was scared to death of, it would be fucking everything up.

Her guilt that was already eating her up inside only got worse when Tyler died. She hated seeing her friends like that, seeing Taylor absolutely inconsolable for Tyler's state in the hospital, to see everybody else worried and shaking, she thought everybody blamed her, and even she blamed herself. To think that if she'd just taken a safer route, or driven a bit more carefully, or if she'd just listened to Taylor's pleas, none of this would've happened. She saw everything as her fault. If she had just been better, Tyler wouldn't have died.

Imagine how strong she must've been to be the one to get Tyler off that tree that night. To inject into him the sedative, having to use all her strength to stop herself from trembling in those moments— the slightest slip-up could compromise any chance they had of saving Tyler.

In the hospital, all she needed was comfort, which Aiden unexpectedly provided her. It wasn't meant as a romantic act, it was just basic human decency. A tap on the hand and the light squeeze of her palm was enough to break her. She never expected that of Aiden, and Aiden never expected that of himself. They only reacted like that because— well, what could you expect from two clueless teenagers? Their development is amazing excluding romantic interests, and they aged beautifully as characters.

Having to drag Aiden's limp body to safety at the school, after witnessing him die just after Tyler— under your care, that was already too much to bare. Seeing Aiden look like that just before waking back up to his seizing body, she was completely frozen. Overwhelmed. If she had just reacted faster, or had kept them closer, maybe she would've been able to save Aiden in time. But no. She fucked up, again, and the guilt she felt for it crushed her. If she had just been better, none of this would have happened.

She always felt responsible for their safety, and always blamed herself for things even she had no control over. She thought everybody expected the best of her at all times, and she'd be letting them down if she were to just cry or crumble where she stood. She's a character who'd choose to go back to the past and fix all her mistakes. The new her wouldn't have traded them for the world, and if she were given the chance to go back, she wouldn't even dare to change being friends with them, she'd just keep them even closer, and make sure none of those bad things happened again. She would do it all again if it meant they'd be safer.

[magneticflower]

Some thoughts about .... well, that

I'm seeing theories that Jinx isn't dead just based on the fact that cait was looking at the blueprints and such and there was that floating airship and that glitchy bit at the very end but honestly it doesn't stop me from feeling absolutely numb and off about how that last bit went down.

Like, a good portion of Jinx's appearances in those last two eps consisted of her either wanting to die or straight up trying to kill herself on repeat whilst Ekko has to witness each attempt over and over and over again just for it all to end with her just sacrificing herself in the end 'cause I guess she was just never worth saving.

And on that note, why didn't we get to hear what else Ekko said to her at that moment? I felt that it was an important conversation to be had between those two. Like, that whole bit with Ekko also just killed me because he couldn't even cross the bridge in the alternate universe without seeing her body lying on it and its like what was the point of doing all that to him, too?

On top of all that, they have her burn down The Last Drop, make a point of showing Silco's chair getting absolutely engulfed in flames, and they have her use her own little hideout as an airship thing to help with the battle and it's essentially like every little piece of Jinx that was in Zaun is now gone and she's just--- erased.

And then in the ending you just got her sister humming that bridge song and looking lowkey out of her wits and how am I supposed to feel about all that--- she was literally completely and utterly unable to let go of vander on that ledge and it led to her sister having to throw herself at him to protect her so Vi just experienced the same losses all over again except worse because it is really all over. What kind of ending was that for her???

I felt the narrative direction was really compelling in the first ep of act 3 and some of the second ep but I just--- I don't understand the choices made in that ending I guess.

Also, the fact that Singed manipulated nearly every single key player he got in contact with to save his daughter and it actually just straight up worked for him in the end is wild. I guess we know who the real winner is.

[pinkslipxox]

In honor of being high off edibles rn, high sex with Miko? (We all know her ass smokes)

Omg 😳

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Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, the soft glow of candles flickering around the room, casting playful shadows on the walls. The scent of sweet smoke filled the air as Young Miko, Y/N’s girlfriend, leaned back against the plush pillows, a carefree grin on her face. The blunt in her hand burned slow, the haze mixing with the pulsating beat of the latest track pumping from her speakers.

“¿Sabes qué, baby?” Miko teased, her voice a sultry mix of English and Spanish. “You look so hermosa like this. Just you and me, chilling.”

Y/N took a deep breath, inhaling the smoky air as she turned her gaze towards Miko, their eyes locking in a charged moment. She felt the warmth rising within her—the thrill of being with someone so bold and free paired with a sweet giddiness that came from being around Miko. The rapper radiated confidence, a spark of rebellion that never failed to captivate Y/N.

“Come here,” Miko beckoned, a playful smirk curving her lips. With an excited flutter in her chest, Y/N climbed onto the bed and straddled Miko, feeling the soft fabric of her clothes against her skin. Miko’s eyes darkened with mischief and desire.

“Ya sabes que me vuelves loca,” Miko said, taking another drag from the blunt before passing it to Y/N, who took a hesitant hit before handing it back. The smoke curled between them like a whispered secret, wrapping them in a bubble of shared understanding and wildness.

Y/N could feel the heat radiating from Miko as she settled herself, her body instinctively moving against Miko's strap, the sensation making her pulse quicken. Miko leaned back, eyes tracing Y/N's every move, her lips curling into a proud smile.

“Eso es, baby,” she encouraged, her voice a smooth caress. “Show me how feral you can get.”

With those words, something primal took over Y/N. She gripped the headboard, her breath quickening as she rode the strap, feeling the delicious friction. The world around them faded—the music, the smoke, the outside noise—all that existed was Miko's gaze and the rhythm of their bodies.

Miko watched in awe, the way Y/N transformed before her eyes, shedding the good girl exterior to embrace this wild side. “You’re a freak, huh?” she teased, her voice thick with admiration. “My little buena chica going savage.”

Y/N whined softly, chasing the pleasure, a fierce determination burning in her core. Miko’s words ignited something deeper within her, pushing her further, urging her to let go of any inhibitions.

“Miko… Miko…” Y/N gasped as her movements became more desperate, more urgent, her hips gyrating and her breasts bouncing deliciously, much to Miko’s delight.

“Yeah, just like that,” Miko cooed, the blend of Spanish and English rolling off her tongue like a spell. “Eres tan bella—so beautiful. Tómalo todo, mi amor.”

Y/N felt electrified, drawing strength from Miko’s praise. The high mixed with the heady thrill of their connection, and she found herself leaning back, throwing her head back in abandon, completely lost in the moment.

“What else do you want, baby?” Miko asked, her voice a low growl, always in control yet completely mesmerized. Y/N could only reply with breathless gasps, riding the wave of ecstasy.

In that perfect, hazy moment, boundaries blurred, and the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of them—lost in a cloud of smoke, euphoria, and unfiltered love.

[woodohwanedandproud]

@bunnydongsik I've thought about this as well, and I actually lean towards Han Kihwan never having touched him ever, I hope you don't mind me adding my thoughts number one is that time spent between Joowon and his father is minimal - we even get that one line from Joowon about how their time spent together put together over the entire course of Joowon's life is less than a year. Joowon was raised by nannies, and then sent to England, so Han Kihwan has never provided care for Joowon at all. Second, I think it is very important to consider how Han Kihwan sees himself and Joowon. Han Kihwan very much sees himself as above the masses - notice how he treats the people he considers socially inferior, yelling at them, grabbing them, making them kneel etc. Joowon is his first born (only) son, and Han Kihwan does not fully see him as his own person, but rather as an extension of himself. Thus raising a hand to Joowon is on Han Kihwan's mind equivalent to raising a hand to himself. Notice how Han Kihwan strikes Kwon Hyuk for Joowon's failures? Kwon Hyuk is not the blood son and is therefore an "acceptable" target, as the simple son of a fruitseller, even though he has "performed" the role of son better than Joowon, in the end it comes down to blood for Han Kihwan. Even when Joowon reveals the recording and threatens blackmail, the worst Han Kihwan does is grab Joowon, to which Joowon's respons is "let go, you're getting blood on my clothes", completely and utterly calml and unafraid. So, even in these extreme circumstances, Han Kihwan never even considers hitting Joowon and Joowon doesn't look like he's expecting violence at all I do think that Joowon is a lot like his father, with some of it being nature and some of it being nurture. like I said before, the contact between the two has been minimal, so in that sense it is limited how much influence Han kihwan could really have had, but Joowon does have those angry, physical outbursts, and I think it's very interesting to consider post-canon how he deals with this. and to put those ideas together - it is my interpretation that when Joowon realises what his father has done and he flashes back to how his father treated his mother and also how he himself treated Dongsik, he is making a parallel. Specifically, the way his mother was seen as "crazy" when she was in fact just in agony, the way she smiles when saying that she didn't manage to kill herself, while Han Kihwan stands menacingly above her. And the way that Dongsik was also seen as "crazy" when he was really just in agony, and how Joowon made that pain worse by asking "did you really not kill your sister?" and the answering smile from Dongsik. It's also my interpretion that this is really the root issue of how much trouble Joowon has had with understanding Dongsik and his behaviour until now, he has purposefully blocked as much as he could regarding his mother, and therefore hasn't tried to analyse anything about it, and therefore can't recognise the same signs in Dongsik. I think this increases the guilt that Joowon feels in that moment, because he is simultaneously letting himself understand his mother's pain, his own pain in response to her's, Dongsik's pain, Joowon's role in his pain and Han Kihwan's role in everything while ALSO realising how similar he actually is to Han Kihwan in certain ways, despite spending so much time rebelling against being in his shadow and always being compared to him. And Joowon really needed this moment to see his own behaviour I think, and fully understand just how despicable he has acted towards Dongsik, and just how bad his personality really has been, which is why Joowon's behaviour change is so extreme over such a short period of time. I think there is a specific hurt caused by just not being touched at all, a kind of rootlesness to contrast Dongsik being utterly stuck in place

Watching Han Kihwan’s violent tendencies and outbursts makes me wonder if—in addition to everything that makes him a shitty father already—he ever raised a hand to Joowon.

Especially since he’s been the “single parent” for so long, and without any other sibling, Joowon would be the only one to conveniently be the outlet of Han Kihwan’s anger.

Then it makes you wonder if it may be partly the reason for Joowon’s aversion to touch: because he has never experienced the tenderness of it, only the violence.

It also makes you wonder if that’s why Joowon keeps a tight rein on his emotions: he sees what an outburst of emotion does to his father, and what his father does to the people surrounding him because of it, and maybe: Joowon doesn’t want that to happen to him.

To become like his father.

It’s interesting because the more I look at Han Kihwan, the more I realize Joowon has inherited that temperament: that tendency to have outbursts of emotion.

(Or maybe it’s simply because he had no proper role model to look up to.)

And then it makes you wonder if that’s also part of his aversion to touch: his fear that he will hurt other people too.

Because that’s the only kind of touch he’s ever known.

And maybe, just maybe, Joowon fears the violent tendencies he may have inherited from his father so much that it’s the reason why he chooses to be alone.

In this way, perhaps he had convinced himself—at least no one will get hurt because of him.

Because of his touch.

(So imagine—imagine—his surprise in discovering that not only does Dongsik not break from his touch, no matter how powerful his outburst of emotion is, but seems to match it, pushing back with the same intensity.

Imagine his surprise at finding someone who not only doesn’t fear his touch, not only doesn’t break from it, but more than anything—seeks it.)

[randomfanner]

Storytime

A short fluff drabble of Mr. Crawling x My MC. No warnings

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“And so Artemis, Virgin Goddess of the hunt, enraged by the human man’s transgression upon her, turned him into a stag and sent him away. His hunting dogs chased after their former master determined to turn him into a meal. And thus ends the tale of Actaeon,” Anya finished recounting her story as she didn’t slow her walking pace through the concrete maze she had found herself trapped in.

Mr. Crawling seemed rather pleased with how the story ended, everwide smile not leaving his face and he let out a series of giggles at the ending. Anya knew he didn’t understand, after the first few tales she told she asked him if he had understood and he gave a very definite “No!”, but not understanding didn’t damper his enthusiasm.

And given how this world worked if he could understand he would probably still be giggling.

“Glad you enjoyed it, friend,” Anya said as she kept walking, sending him a big smile. She wasn’t sure what she would do if she had to wander these halls alone… so she was very glad he was fond of her stories. She began debating on which tale she would spout to herself next. 

She wasn’t just telling the stories to past time between traumatizing experiences, no, after the disturbing realization that she had trouble remembering her name, Anya had elected to try and remind herself of things from her world through telling the stories she had grown up with when she had long stretches of nothing walking. It was one way to attempt to keep sane and not lose her grip on what had been her old reality. It had mostly been fairytales, folktales and other shorter stories that she could remember most of the details of definitely. 

“Ah… mmmmmm,” Anya rubbed her chin. Was she… losing herself sooner than she assumed she would or was it simply a matter of having trouble coming up with stories on the spot? The former option made her stomach twist into knots.

There was still a great deal she didn’t remember, like how she got here exactly. Knowing how she got in could possibly help her know how to get out, but why couldn’t she remember? Her fists tightened as her eyes focused on the concrete ground. 

“Are you okay?” the phrase that not even two hours ago would have meant nothing to her was… easier than she would have liked to understand.  She looked at Mr. Crawling, his smile having dropped into a void like frown.

Anya took a moment to gather the words. “Yes, no distress,” it was a white lie accompanied by a fake smile. Mr. Crawling nodded  his head as they kept walking along.  She gave him the side eye and chuckled. “Any story requests?” she asked.

He stopped and stared at her, tilting his head to the side letting the waterfall of hair fall with the direction of his head. She could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure out what she had said to him. 

“Don’t worry about it too much, let’s keep going-” she kept walking.

“Beast-” 

Anya’s head snapped back around to face the crawling creature. “What?”

“Beast-” Mr.Crawling repeated the human word.

The gears in Anya’s head began to turn, recalling the last couple hours of stories she had told. She had used the word several times in her tales, enough times he could repeat the word… but the one where she used it the most was… “You want Beauty and the Beast?” Anya asked, mixing the two languages to complete the sentence in a way she hoped he would understand.

Mr. Crawling nodded his head enthusiastically, pointing at her. “Yes! Yes! You happy-”

Oh, how was it possible for a monster beyond her comprehension and understanding to be so goddamn cute???? 

She cracked a smile and reached down, slowly moving her head down to pat his head. “Ok then- Beauty and the Beast it is, then.” 

A series of joyous giggles left Mr. Crawling as he kept up pace, walking beside her as Anya cleared her throat.

“Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived an old merchant with three daughters and three sons-” 

[uponawhitehorse13]

Rachel Alucard SFW alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Rachel is very reserved with affection. That's not to say she is not affectionate. She just has a talent for keeping it rare enough that it always feels meaningful.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Ominous.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

While she tries not to show it Rachel loves to be spoiled with cuddles. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She would have no problem arranging a guest room for you and maybe a shared room down the line. She will neither cook nor clean if it isn't obvious.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She will simply avoid you next time.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It will take a really long time for her to feel ready for it. When she does it's the most extravagant wedding there has ever been.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Surprisingly rough. Both with her comments and physically.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She's not a big hugger herself but she does enjoy getting hugged. Tries not to let it show but it's obvious when she needs one.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It's a strange situation. If you say it to her she'll try to say it back but will stop herself. Only says it by accident in very intimate moments. Accept it and don't push further because you will get electrocuted.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She's kind of possessive so she tends to scare away people she considers a threat to your relationship.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Do not use her height to tease her with a kiss. She will harm you to make you keel over so she can return the favour.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Having kids would be a huge decision for her if she even decides to do so.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

She prefers not to go out during the day so morning usually signals bedtime for her.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are usually the time you'll be with her.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

While she could explain the nature of the world to you it would serve no purpose but to spoil the time you have together.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She's pretty easy to provoke but as long as she gets to punish you in some way she's happy.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She often mentions things you don't remember telling her. She just insults your memory.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your first kiss. It was a rare moment of you two being completely alone. You were in her garden. Roses all around with the moonlight framing it all.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Seemingly not that protective but she actually just takes great care you never even end up in situations where you'd need protection.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

With her everything has to be very extravagant.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

It's a bit hard to understand her with the strange push and pull of her affection and teasing. From the outside the relationship might seem borderline abusive but you know that's just an act.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Don't get her started on fashion.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She'd sooner die than admit how much you actually mean to her.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

While she will send Valk, Nago and Gii away for intimate moments George always stays with you two. It may seem he'd make a lot of moments awkward but he's pretty much unnoticable and has never shared what he's seen you two do.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She will complain and insult you for anything and everything but she rarely goes beyond that. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Whenever she sleeps alone she lays completely flat on her back with her arms crossed.

[kirkwallguy]

That scene is so juvenile, too. They brought an unannounced guest and aren't even willing to help with dinner. Taash is not a teenager, they're sheltered, but goddamn they are an ass to their mom on arrival. I understand being anxious and nervous about the whole thing but if this game really wants to foster a decent approach to this kind of convo, Taash needs to be willing to approach this thing like the adult they sre. You pitch in, you keep the other party appraised. Taash was just incredibly rude to their baffled mom and then expects the outcome to be good and the game doesn't even let Rook take them aside about it! You can ditch harmless early game convos between geeky companions but you can't tell Taash to cut this shit off.

the worst part is, it COULD have worked if it was written with intent. like, in a different game with a different audience and a different writer, we'd have a complicated single mother who comes from an often demonised culture with a different understanding of gender, who is tough on her child because she feels she has to to keep them safe. meanwhile, her child is rebelling against this culture because they attribute it to their feelings of being stifled by societal gendered expectations, despite these feelings probably equally coming from the incredibly gendered society they grew up in. even without the qun vs rivain thing, entitled only child + terse single mother is a classic dynamic - taash stomps around when asked to make dinner, theyre 20ish and don't understand it's rude to bring guests over uninvited, meanwhile their mother refuses to treat them like an adult and acts as though they're incapable to keep them close to her. this is FUN and if weekes actually did anything with it it could have been a unique way of using fantasy to explore a trans narrative that goes slightly further than what you'd find in a late season episode of glee.

imo the two issues are this: firstly, weekes seems completely uninterested in meaningfully exploring culture or race - the blame for this can't be placed solely on them but like... a lot of the issues with ignoring how real life OR fantasy race and culture may exist in worldbuilding seems to kind of gravitate in their general direction lol. it's present in solas it's egregious with taash and even cole is massive wasted opportunity in looking at societal power dynamics with the mage-templar conflict. EVEN with lgbt stuff, the way they're writing taash as a nonbinary person feels very... void of thinking deeply about gender and how it can change in different societal contexts, and it's clear that they're more comfortable writing about the trans part of their character than tackling the qunari/rivain plot.

secondly, the audience is a roadblock in writing a good trans narrative, but somehow they ran face first into it and died badly. even though there are parts of the game that are very obviously catered to trans people (i find the dialogue options rook has to be WAY more nuanced and well written than what they do with taash), taash is a major character who is going to be experienced by a majority cis audience - there was no way they were going to be doing "i saw the sending crystal glow". but like. at the same time i think the way they've portrayed them as immature and stomping around saying "you don't get to define me!!!!!!" does not leave a good impression lol. like i hate to judge trans art through the way it'll be received by cis people buuuut when it feels like it was made with a cis audience in mind it's something to consider. and something that makes me embarrassed whenever taash is mad at their mum for not falling over herself to tell them they can exhale now. some of the scenes, like the infamous pushup scene honestly just felt like bait to get transphobes talking about the game - and who is that for? what trans person wants someone to make a fuss when misgendering them and what clueless cis person is going to see that scene and come away with normal ideas about what happens when you misgender someone?

sorry i think i went totally off topic here but like. yeah. it's bad. i love rude characters usually and i kind of like it when they get mean since nobody else will but none of the choices made here were good

[dissapointu]

Arcane characters with a butch partner? (Probably just the fem characters tho cuz Butch is a lesbian term.) I feel like there’s never enough of that :[[[[[

You’re so right, there’s never enough butch/femme representation, especially for the amazing women of Arcane:

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• Jinx: She’d absolutely thrive with a butch partner who can match her chaotic energy but also ground her when things spiral. Picture her stealing their jacket, graffiti-ing on it, and then insisting it looks better now. Her partner would be the calm to her storm, always keeping an eye out for her without smothering her.

• Vi: Okay, Vi is a butch icon herself, but hear me out—her with another butch partner? Peak power couple. They’d have this playful rivalry, constantly trying to one-up each other in fights or banter, but at the end of the day, they’re both fiercely protective of each other. Just imagine them sharing an old leather jacket and bickering over who wore it better.

• Caitlyn: Caitlyn with a butch partner? The ultimate dynamic. She’d be all prim and proper on the outside, but you know she’d melt for the way her partner takes charge when things get intense. Her butch partner would totally be the “let me handle this” type in dangerous situations, and Caitlyn would tease them about it later, even though she secretly loves it.

• Mel Medarda: Mel with a butch partner is everything. She’d adore their strength and quiet confidence, but you know she’d also enjoy making them blush with just a look. Her partner would be fiercely loyal, standing by her side as her protector and biggest admirer, while Mel takes pride in being the only one who can make them truly vulnerable.

• Ambessa Medarda: Ambessa with a butch partner would be intense in the best way. She’s so used to commanding respect, but her partner wouldn’t back down, which would intrigue her endlessly. They’d have this power dynamic that’s equal parts fiery and affectionate—her partner would probably have to remind her to take care of herself sometimes, which Ambessa would pretend to scoff at but secretly appreciate.

• Sevika: Sevika and a butch partner would be such a vibe. Her partner would be just as tough and no-nonsense as she is, but with a softer side that only Sevika gets to see. They’d have this unspoken understanding, where they’re both incredibly protective of each other but would rather die than admit it out loud.

• Maddie Nolen: Maddie with a butch partner would be so sweet and understated. Her partner would be quietly supportive, always by her side without needing to steal the spotlight. Maddie would appreciate their steadiness, and they’d have this subtle but deeply affectionate bond—lots of hand squeezes and lingering glances that speak volumes.

Lest: Lest is so reserved and emotionally distant at first, but you? You’re the one who patiently chips away at that icy exterior. She’s drawn to your confidence—there’s something magnetic about the way you carry yourself, like you’re completely sure of who you are. It’s a quiet strength that she deeply admires but would never admit outright (not at first, anyway). She’d try to maintain her usual composed demeanor, but there’s no hiding the way her eyes linger when you’re around. You notice how her sharp words soften when she’s speaking to you specifically, and while others might find her intimidating, you’re completely unshaken—something she finds both infuriating and fascinating.