#this doesn't apply to everybody though

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Down Bad For You - Fontaine Girls x Male!Reader

A/N: The idea behind this one is this - what "pervy" kinks do the Genshin girls have? Since it's men that are usually depicted as having these, I thought it would be a nice change of pace. Women are like that too, though we view them as more "proper". They can be horny just like us men, even if they're fictional. The research for this one was fun, as I've never really explored the other perspective. I've planned this for each nation's characters, and I'm even open to writing something like this for the male cast - if my handful of fem readers want me to. Anyway, enjoy!

A/N2: The gif is how I imagine them thinking of these.

CW: Anal, roleplay, BDSM, pain play, Dom/sub dynamics, consensual non-consent, sex work roleplay. Very "concentrated" smut.

Everybody feels extra naughty once in a while - that applies to girls too. They are commonly believed to be more proper and restrained than guys, but that’s hardly true - they can be just as obscene in thought and action as men. They have their needs too, no? And although (most) of them wouldn’t admit to their dirty wants to anyone except you, are these really bad? After all, a girl being hopelessly horny for her man is hardly a sin. 

The care and love that Furina receives from you is something she values deeply. Sometimes, when she looks up at you, she feels like all she wants to do is to make you happy. Do everything, just to hear “good girl” fall from your lips. It's no wonder, then, that she likes to call you “daddy” when she's under you. No matter how rough you are, Furina will hide her face in your arms and take it - you want her to feel good, so there's no reason to worry. All you have to do is ask, and in return, you'll get to hear ‘yes daddy' and ‘I love you daddy'. Praise her often, let her act on her fantasies, and she'll be as happy as can be. 

Clorinde’s profession, and her main source of income, is being a duelist for hire. But what if she had a… different job? One where all a guy has to do is jingle a few Mora in front of her to get her tits out? Of course, being a prostitute is not something any sane woman - let alone Clorinde - would do, but the thought of being your pussy for hire gets her positively drenched. Perhaps it's the feeling of submission, the knowledge that you can do anything you want to her for the right price? Or maybe it's the chance to act like a bold, shameless whore without worrying about her image in your eyes? No matter the reason, she'll be thrilled if you let her indulge that fantasy in the bedroom. It's a fun way to signal what you feel like - give her a handful of Mora and she'll give you a hand, but a jingling purse will move her panties out of the way. Since it's just roleplay, the money doesn't really play a part and is usually just there for fun. But if you ever want to give her money, do it this way - you'll get an opportunity to see her furious blush as she pays for a dress or a new hat, remembering what exactly she had to touch and suck to “earn” these Mora…

Handsy? That's an understatement when talking about Navia. This woman keeps her hands glued to you, and they always seem to travel down to your balls. She absolutely adores these little guys. Watching a movie? She's rolling your nuts in her hand under the blanket. Cuddling? Her warm hand wraps around them and keeps them comfy. Railing her? She'll keep your sack in place with a firm grip. You can expect plenty of worship coming their way, as there's no better aftercare than having your sack spit-shined by an eager mouth. Balls are soft, cool and tender, feeling so perfectly masculine in her hands. All she is doing is giving your baby makers what's theirs - it's thanks to them that her belly bulges time and time again with cute, healthy babies. There's something exciting, though, in how nervous you get when she squeezes them a little tighter or drags her teeth over the sensitive skin. She has your masculinity, your male pride, in the palm of her hand, doesn't she? Don't worry - she won't damage the goods, as you still have plenty of kids to fuck into her~

She's a rare example of a person that really likes each part of her job. Writing, interviewing, taking photos and capturing things on film - Charlotte enjoys each part of the process, and that obviously bleeds into the bedroom. Her trusty Kamera captured more than just famous people, she'll have you know. She has entire smut albums at home, brimming with filthy pictures that show a completely different, far more slutty side of the journalist. Of course, she has a big reputation to uphold - these pictures getting out would be a major blow to her image, but what's life without a little risk? Nobody but you knows that Charlotte walks around with a few of these pics folded up in her wallet. And she doesn't play a stakeless game - she makes sure that each picture includes some part of her face, or at least a clue to her identity, usually the pink tuft of trimmed pubes. Each time she opens her wallet in public, she feels a tingle of excitement mixed with fear at the prospect of somebody seeing her creampied pussy, your thick cum pouring out like dense cream, or just what kind of facial expression she pulls when there's a cock lodged balls deep in her asshole. Of course, you have free access to the whole collection - she trusts you to keep them between you and her. The benefits of developing the photos yourself, right?

As all proper, young ladies, Emilie read a lot of books during her youth and continues doing so to this day. Some of the titles she stumbled upon were more… improper than others, but they quickly became her (literal) dirty pleasure. She found a special interest in mixing pain with pleasure. Whips, clamps, spiked wheels, cuffs and many more torture implements fill her collections, all ready to provide the most intense of experiences. Emilie used to lament to herself that she had no man that would embrace her, let alone her kink, but now? My, the possibilities are endless! She made herself a special playroom, and when she's in there - you're free to do anything your mind conjures to her, no matter how mean it is. Within the pre-established rules, of course. Hoist her up by the panties and just lay back, watching her wiggle helplessly and moan as the fabric bites into her plump pussy. Stuff your boxers into her mouth fingerblast her, adding heavier weights to her poor nipples every time she trembles from the pleasure. Punish her disobedience with relentless edging and an unlubed dildo up her ass. Don't stop, even when she finally releases the stress and pain you inflicted on her all over your cock. And when you're done, scoop up your exhausted wife and shower her with kisses - there's nothing nicer than some love and cuddles after being so thoroughly tormented. 

It's always the quiet ones. Would you expect the quiet and socially awkward Lynette to hand you a vibe and a remote? She's an expert in keeping up appearances, so do your worst. Lynette can take even the highest setting with only a blush and grimace, but it's the long game that gets her. Lynette knows this, and the first hour is always a desperate fight not to cum too much, as she knows overstimulation will crack her stoic facade. Show some patience and you'll catch a sight of her knees buckling or her tail shivering. Don't wear her out too soon though, there's still a lot of things she needs to get done. Before she started doing this regularly, conversations with people were boring and exhausting. They still are tiring, don't get her wrong, but now they are constant battles to keep herself from whining out loud and collapsing on the floor. Luckily, her brothers and friends don't have her feline hearing and she's the only one that can hear - and feel - the constant buzz inside her folds. 

Gods, you're so hot. Chevruse can't help but think of you and only you when you are away. Your body, your scent, your warmth, your beautiful voice… The groans as you chase your pleasure, the ravenous way you fuck her until you're content, only to do mount her again in a few minutes… You're so strong and insatiable. She always wondered how it would be to share you with other girls and watch as you juggle pussies and mouths as you see fit. If you'll have her, Chevruse will gladly offer a threesome, maybe even a foursome to her friends. Wouldn't it be nice? To have two other pussies to fuck when your main toy breaks? It's also a great way of bonding between besties. After all, what brings girls closer that sloppily sharing a load with Emilie or eating your creampie straight out of Chiori's cunt? 

Being independent and strong is a significant part of Chiori’s character. Wouldn't it be nice, though, to give up some of that every now and again? Have someone care for her, keep her close and tell her what's good for her? Of course it would - who would use this power better than a man? And what man would take better care of her than you, her darling husband? Keep in mind, though, that Chiori tends to be sassy and sarcastic with you - she clearly needs discipline. It's not that she doesn't respect you, she keeps her tone quiet and gaze low to the ground when you're her ‘Sir��, but she'll act bratty just to feel you dominate and discipline her. You may nominally punish her, but she's having the time of her life being set straight by a strong, mature, older and more experienced man. Every time she comes home late from the shop, her knees buckle at the thought of what she'll be doing in a while - digging her nails into your pants and whimpering into your thigh as you paint her ass red with your belt, make her kneel on dried peas or lock the bathroom door until she's feeling truly sorry. Every time, after enduring her punishment, Chiori will cling to you, seeking comfort and forgiveness from her ‘Sir’. Though this kink of hers shows up only behind closed doors, she might sometimes call you the honorific in a hushed tone, or hang off your arm as you take her out to dinner or the theater. Maybe submitting to a man isn't as bad as she thought - it definitely is hot as hell. 

Everyone is very respectful and fearful of Arlecchino, which does, at times, make her days very dull. Oh how she would love someone to come in, disrespect her, and give her a reason to let her frustrations out. While this does happen sometimes, she never gets to experience the smutty kind of that. And that's when you come in. Since she’s lucky to have a man of her own, Arlecchino won't hesitate to use you for all you are worth. But she doesn't just want to be made angry, no. She'll clearly communicate what she wants - she wants to be helpless, she wants to be angry, she wants to be desperate until she can't take it anymore and she just breaks. She'll love nothing less than being tied up and forced to cum way beyond what she can take, having her mind melted into slop over hours of stimulation. Vibes and wands are your friends here. Tie her up and just leave her there, maybe slap your cock across her face to rile her up even more. After the overstimulation kicks in, at first she'll be angry - Arlecchino will curse you, for the audacity of doing this to Harbinger and will threaten you with the worst fates imaginable. It's just good fun, so you shouldn't take it seriously, and neither should you stop until you hear the safe word. Push her to her limits. She loves it. Her noble blood, her titles, her position, her power, her influences… She can bring them up all she wants, but they won’t give her anything - not when there's a wand on max power, blasting her clit for the third hour in a row. Eventually you'll hear her beg, plead with you to let her rest, but don't relent. Push her further, watch as she understands that nothing will change her predicament and begs for mercy with her eyes, creaming on the toy time and time again until you grant her mercy. But don't go just yet. You must be so horny and frustrated, all because you indulged her in this. It's only right for her to give you some pleasure too, so go ahead and fuck her stupid, for good measure. Make sure there's not a conscious thought behind her crossed eyes. She can take all of this, don't worry. Arlecchino isn't some delicate girl that will yield to anything. She's a woman, and your own toy - she can take a proper punishment. If anything is wrong, she'll use the safe word, but that doesn't happen often - after all, you know your wife's body so well. 

Thanks for reading!

[aroaceleovaldez]

i already was seeing a lot of Jason with albinism stuff but there's been a significant uptick in it since the Thalia casting announcement and I wanted to say: please please PLEASE do actual research about albinism if you're gonna make headcanons about Jason being albino. I have already seen so much ignorant and ableist stuff about it because nobody is bothering to do any research and it's really annoying.

A couple of major notes:

There are different types of albinism!!!!! and no i'm not referring to vitiligo or etc. Just straight up albinism there are different types. There are two main types (oculocutaneous albinism types 1 and 2) plus ocular albinism, and then some other types as well that are even rarer. It is also possible to have only partial absence of melanin. (Vitiligo is a form of partial absence/loss of melanin, and often involves loss over time)

Albinism is a lack of melanin/pigmentation. This affects sensitivity to light and UV rays a LOT. Like a lot a lot. (This also applies to vitiligo btw! Melanin protects your skin from the sun, so a loss of melanin even in patches means those areas are more sensitive!)

Skin sensitivity to sunlight does not only apply to when it is sunny out. People with albinism have to take a lot of steps to protect their skin because they are SIGNIFICANTLY more susceptible to sun/UV damage. It doesn't matter if it's overcast, raining, snowing, whatever. They are putting on sunscreen, and they are putting on a lot of it. Sun protection can also come from just covering up. Big hats are also popular choices.

Sensitivity to light also applies in all environments. Transition glasses are common and sunglasses are common.

People with albinism do not have red irises. A lack of pigmentation in irises (referred to as ocular albinism) appears blue, usually a very light blue (less melanin/pigmentation in the eye, the lighter blue it appears). The red appearance comes from more light entering the eye than usual, causing a red eye effect like you see in flash photography except with the naked eye. This can make the iris appear slightly pink/red-tinted and will more often make the pupil look reddish instead of pure black because you are seeing into the eyeball itself and the muscles and veins within it. Not everyone with albinism has blue eyes depending on how much the pigmentation in their eyes is affected, but a lot of people do.

Albinism basically always includes the individual having vision problems, usually low vision or outright being legally blind. They are not completely blind but it is very likely they are legally blind. We're talking very thick glasses (though glasses don't always help because of what causes the low vision), requiring enlarged text, i know somebody who had a little glass block that magnified text underneath it and they used that a lot, etc etc. Depending on severity they may require other assistive devices. Albinism affects the optic nerve, so other eye conditions like strabismus and nystagmus (and more) are also extremely common if not a guarantee (nystagmus is basically always guaranteed).

Nystagmus, for those who don't want to bother googling it, is uncontrollable eye movement in the form of back and forth shaking. Strabismus is when your eyes don't align with each other. These also cause vision impairment.

If you are writing Jason as having poor vision from albinism, he would KNOW he needs glasses. Literally everybody should know he needs glasses/is blind. He would likely be legally blind and would have been pretty much his entire life. He would also almost definitely have other eye conditions as well. (Also rip Jason being raised by the wolves, poor guy is gonna have the WORST sunburn)

People with albinism have different skin tones! And different hair colors! A lack of pigmentation looks different depending on your individual genes and what type of albinism you have! Look up photo references!!!!!

There is also a lot of fetishization of albinism. PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL when you are making headcanons about it, or creating/designing characters who are albino.

Here's a couple of short tiktoks that go over some basic information and other stuff about albinism if visual-auditory learning is more your jam: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] (Kayla_lud has a lot of videos going over information about albinism)

okay now everybody take your notes and go tweak your headcanons yeah? yeah. okay good.

[romancerepulsed]

aspec terms for beginners!

since it's trending right now, i feel like it might be helpful to clear up some basic aspec (but particularly aromantic, as we are the center of attention currently) terms. if you have absolutely any questions, i would be happy to answer, either in the replies, dms, or my inbox!

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the split attraction model (SAM): a model of human behavior that posits that, for some people, romantic and sexual attraction are not the same.

[most often this will come in the form of someone being aspec on one axis and allo (not aspec) on another. for example, a biromantic asexual may be romantically attracted to two or more genders, but sexually attracted to none. some people may even use SAM for allo identities– a bisexual lesbian may be sexually attracted to multiple genders, but only romantically attracted to women (note that this is not the only way that someone can be an mspec lesbian, just one way!). the SAM does not apply to everybody, not even all aspecs! there are non-SAM aros, for instance, who do not differentiate their aromanticism from their sexuality.]

aspec: a collection of queer spectrums centered around the lack of a certain attraction or identity. the most common spectrums under the aspec umbrella are asexual, aromantic, agender, and aplatonic, though there are many other ways to be aspec.

asexual: experiencing little to no sexual attraction.

[aces can still have sex– whether its because they experience some amount of sexual attraction or they just want to participate in sex because they find the act appealing in some other way. that being said, there are still plenty of aces who have not and will never have sex. it is a spectrum.]

aromantic: experiencing little to no romantic attraction.

[aros can still have romantic partners– whether its because they experience some amount of romantic attraction or they just find relationships appealing in some other way. that being said, there are still plenty of aros who have not and will never be in a romantic relationship. it is a spectrum.]

agender: having no gender or little relation to any gender.

aplatonic: experiencing little to no platonic attraction.

[similarly to aros and aces, apls can still form friendships if they so desire– whether its because they experience some amount of platonic attraction or they find friendships appealing in some other way.]

aroallo: combination of aromantic and allosexual– allosexual being someone who fully experiences sexual attraction. an aroallo, then, is someone who is aromantic but not asexual. aroallos often do not have a standard relationship with sex due to its romantic connotations and the stigma against loveless sex. someone having sex with someone else they do not love does not inherently make them aroallo, much in the same way that having a nonsexual relationship with a partner doesn't inherently make either participant asexual.

aroace: someone who is both aromantic and asexual. because aro and ace are both spectrums, an aroace may still experience some amount of attraction on either or both of those spectrums, or they may experience attraction of some other kind (platonic, tertiary, etc.), and that attraction may be only for a certain gender or genders– these are known as oriented aroaces.

queerplatonic relationship: a type of relationship that is defined only by the people within it. i have a post dedicated to explaining this in larger detail.

partnering: an aspec (usually aromantic) person who has and/or desires to have a partnership or multiple partnerships– romantic, queerplatonic, or otherwise.

non-partnering: an aspec (usually aromantic) person who has no desire to form a partnership of any kind.

romance/sex/plato favorable: an aspec who desires or would not reject a romantic, sexual, or platonic relationship. they are also generally not particularly bothered by seeing these relationships in their day-to-day.

romance/sex/plato repulsed: an aspec who does not desire a romantic, sexual, or platonic relationship and generally does not like seeing those relationships in their day-to-day. [x] repulsed people are not necessarily judgemental towards people who desire or participate in those relationships, they just do not desire them for themselves. repulsion often takes the form of discomfort or annoyance. [x] repulsed people are not necessarily cruel sticks-in-the-mud– they are perfectly capable of being respectful, and they very often are. repulsion does not always stem from trauma, though it certainly can.

romance/sex/plato positive: not to be confused with favorability, [x] positivity is the belief that romance, sex, and platonic relationships are human rights that should be supported and uplifted. someone can be [x] repulsed and [x] positive at the same time, because favorability/repulsion revolves around the self, and positivity/negativity extends to others.

sex/romance/plato negative: not to be confused with repulsion, [x] negativity is an inherently judgemental and harmful ideology. most commonly in the form of sex negativity, these ideologies are centered around the opposition to or personal judgement of people who engage in romance, sex, or platonic relationships. sex negativity in particular is embedded in western white supremacist societies and it is important for aspecs not to play into that.

those are the basics, but i have more information below the cut!

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> how are aspecs queer?

aspecs are queer because "queer" does not only mean LGBT. queer theory is about far more than just LGBT people– though they are undeniably a large part of it– queerness is any subversion of the traditional cisheteronormative standard. this includes things that cishets may take part in/identify with, because you do not have to be LGBT to subvert those standards. cishets who are gender-nonconforming are queer, for example. a good rule of thumb is that if you have to explain what you whole deal is to cishets, you're queer. queer does mean strange, after all.

traditional cisheteronormative conceptions of attraction, gender, and relationships do not account for aspecs. it is expected that everyone will one day form a traditional partnership with one other person, and that relationship will include sex (even if only for procreation, under some dogmas). virginity past a certain age is seen as a point of shame and something indicative of a larger problem in someone– in men, a red flag even. people past 30 without a relationship are pitied. our economic structure is build for couples and families– it's near impossible for someone to live comfortably alone. romance, friendship, and love are placed on a pedestal, treated as the meaning of life, the best thing anyone could ever experience. "love is the point of everything," as many posts on this site like to claim. people who reject these ideas are undeniably queer.

> i can get behind aros and aces, but the whole "aplatonic" thing feels like a stretch to me. how is not having friends queer? "platonic attraction" isn't even real.

aplatonicism is more than just "not having friends," and many apls have friends anyway, much in the same way that aros can date and aces can have sex. someone who does not have friends is not inherently aplatonic, they only are if they identify that little-to-no platonic attraction in themselves and choose to label themselves that way (just like how virgins aren't inherently asexual). still, apls who don't have friends exist, and they are all queer. what is a greater subversion of traditional cisheteronormative relationship structures than an outright rejection of what's seen as the most basic, fundamental relationship our culture has to offer?

you may not feel that platonic attraction is a distinct phenomenon in your own experience, and that's fine! ultimately, a lot of aspec terms exist for the utility and comfort of aspecs themselves. the SAM isn't for everyone, and platonic attraction isn't for everyone either. you do not have the authority to tell people what their own experiences are, nor should you care.

> i think it's sad that you're limiting yourself with these labels. you'll find someone one day!

for the broad majority of aspecs, our identities are not self-disciplinary, nor are they necessarily permanent. all queer people are capable of misunderstanding their identity or having a fluid identity– it is not a problem unique to being aspec. that being said, a lot of us may always be aspec and completely happy with it. being aspec is not a tragedy. the only thing i don't like about being aromantic is the judgement i receive from other people about it. non-partnering aspecs are not "missing out" on anything, because we don't even want the things we're rejecting in the first place. many of us are romance/sex/plato repulsed and are far more happy engaging with the world and with other people in different ways, because there is so, so much more to life than relationships, and it's wrong to presume that relationships are universally fit for everybody. telling an aspec that they'll find "the right person" one day is no different from telling a lesbian she'll find "the right man" one day. there is no "right person" for an aspec just as there's no "right man" for a lesbian. a lesbian is not "missing out" on a heterosexual relationship just because it's culturally perceived as superior and more fulfilling.

[disclaimer before anyone tries to do a "gotcha," i'm talking about a lesbian who is fully not attracted to men in any way. it's not like homophobes know the intricacies of gender identity and nonconformity as it pertains to homosexuality anyways.]

lastly, i wanna give a special shout out to the loveless aros and the relationship anarchists.

loveless aros are those who either feel little-to-no love as they understand it, or they are someone who supports the de-centering of love. they're worthy of a whole post of their own, but in summary: the loveless experience is all about finding joy in yourself and the countless things our world has to offer that are not dependent on the vague idea of love.

relationship anarchy is another concept worthy of its own post, but in essence it's an ideology aimed at abolishing the standard hierarchy of relationships (in the USA, depending on who you ask, its typically friendship < family < romantic partnership or friendship < romantic partnership < family) and allowing everyone the autonomy to define their relationships for themselves.

if i made any mistakes, let me know! and of course i'm willing to answer any questions anyone may have. :-3 thanks for reading my long ass post!

[cavegirlpoems]

So many TTRPG people, like yourself, seem to exist in a world where players don't actually enjoy the campaigns they're in, and don't actually like playing with the people they play with, and your whole approach to game mechanics seems like it's about trying to bribe these people to continue playing at a given table.

i have no idea where you get this idea from, I play a bunch of different games - including freeform text rp, fest larps, parlour larps, regular tabletop campaigns, longform play-by-post games and narrative wargames - and I have a lot of fun doing it. I wouldn't be a game designer if I didn't actually enjoy games. The thing is, if you study game design and ttrpg theory seriously, you think about the intent behind design decisions. Game design doesn't just happen by accident, the designer put a given rule in for a reason. So, you ask yourself why the designer made the game the way it did, and what they were trying to achieve.

A significant tool for game design is considering the feedback the game provides; what behaviours that ruleset rewards and what it discourages. (You can apply this analysis to other games, too, like video games). When I'm talking about a bribe, it's in that context; how does the game reward you for doing things, and what things does it reward. (For example, 'scrabble' rewards you for playing words with weird letters in them by making those letters worth more points.)

The thing is, ultimately, every game relies on a simple proposition; that if you volunterily use its rules, you will have fun. You don't need to follow the rules, and you can have fun without them, but the idea is that using the rules will let you have more fun, or a different type of fun, than if you didn't. (For example, throwing a ball around is a bit fun, but if everybody agrees to follow the rules of basketball, you get a different experience that a lot of people prefer). So, the only bribe you're making on the interpersonal, out-out-of-game level (unless something weird is going on) is "if we play this game it will be fun". When I talk about bribes and incentives, it's *inside* the game, after we've all agreed to the game's proposition of "if you use the rules, you will have fun".

Now, what counts as an incentive varies by game. Some, like Warhammer 40k, are challenge-based, and have ways to keep score of success and victory; here, things that signify overcoming the challenge are your incentives; how you get a high score, how you win, etc. Others, like most ttrpgs, are creative-based. What constitutes an incentive within the game's structure is less precisely defined. By and large, though, these incentives tend to be things like increased agency within the game fiction, space for creative expression, and experiencing and learning about more of the game fiction. (In this structure, 'being more mechanically powerful' can be thought of as a way of granting a player more agency, because their actions are more likely to succeed and result in the outcomes that they want. If the mechanical growth is lateral as well as vertical, then how to get more powerful is - itself - a venue for creative expression in what to prioritise, which is also a reward).

In the same way that you have the adage that 'restrictions breed creativity', the same goes for Fun. Limiting your scope from anything-goes freeform by voluntarily agreeing to use a set of game rules can produce similar results. Voluntarily limiting your agency in the fiction according to a set of game rules produces a friction that players of roleplaying games find enjoyable to push against. In this context, a reward structure within a game serves the useful purpose of signposting which direction you should push to get the fun kind of friction. A game which limits your options, and then gives you more options when you engage with certain behaviours, is telling you that those are the intended behaviours. Likewise, a game that limits your options even further when you do something is encouraging you not to do that. This is because game designs are not neutral and universal, they exist to create specific experiences. A game that rewards you by giving you more space for creative expression when you get in a fight - and gives you less space for creative expression when you avoid violence - is one that wants you to engage in violence, because it's designed to be a game where you have fun by fighting. This isn't bribing the players to sit down at the table and play the game; that has already happened outside the context of the game. They have already agreed to the game's offer of 'if you use these rules, you will have fun'. Rather, this bribing is within the game-space, the games mechanics encouraging the players to engage with it as intended, in the way that will be most fun. IE: these incentive structures are a tool the game uses to achieve the promise it makes; they guide the players towards the fun that they volunteered to have. Hope that makes sense. * * * Now, your initial ask is a weird take that's entirely unrelated to anything I've posted, and - particularly from an anon account- oddly antagonistic. I don't know if you're genuinely confused about game design, or arguing in bad faith. Either way, this probably doesn't merit the small essay I've produced, but have one anyway, it's always fun to clarify my ideas in written form.

[stclaretarot]

PICK A CARD ⭒ WHO’S COMING TOWARDS YOU?

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GROUP ONE

cards pulled: six of cups (reversed), nine of pentacles, nine of wands, five of cups (reversed), seven of wands.  channelled songs: mojo pin by jeff buckley. how can i love u 2nite by sisqo. memories by thutmose. chum by earl sweatshirt.  my dear group one  ♡ the person coming towards you is likely a water sign or is someone who has prominent water placements.  this is a person who is connected to someone else from your past -- specifically someone from your childhood. this connected person may be a family member who you have not seen in a long while, but is more likely the friend or family of a childhood friend.  this person coming towards you definitely brings an air of romance with them. though, this may initially feel like more trouble than it is worth, because you are both so busy. or because of how much it complicates your relationship with this mutual party -- such as if you start dating the brother of a friend, for example. but this trouble will be worth it, as this person will make it worth it. this person will put in the effort to spend time with you. 

GROUP TWO

cards pulled: the world, ten of pentacles, ten of wands, judgement (reversed), eight of pentacles (reversed)  channelled songs: echo by kevin abstract. symphony no. 9 by antonin dvorak. everybody here wants you by jeff buckley. maria by hwasa.  my dear group two  ♡ the person coming towards you is a flixed placement; that being, taurus, leo, scorpio, and/or aquarius.  i started off with saying that this person is “rich”, but i think it’s just that this person is far more established than you. they may be a colleague of yours who has more experience than yours, or just someone who is older and further along in their career than you. they are not “rich” but they make more money than you and are wiser with their money and may make enough so that they can live comfortably and spend their money with abandon.  this person comes from a close-knit family. again, initially i channelled that this may be a “trust-fund baby” but i actually don’t think this is the case. it is more so that they get accused of having an easy life when they have worked really hard for everything that they have.  this may be because of how they look, because they are incredibly beautiful, so people think that everything they have has just been handed to them. 

GROUP THREE

cards pulled: eight of cups, seven of pentacles, knight of pentacles, three of pentacles, the sun (reversed), queen of wands.  channelled songs: jim bogart by the front bottoms. greatest love of all by whitney houston. bon bon chocolate by everglow. jeokbyukga by le woohyeon.  my dear group three  ♡ the person coming towards you may be a water sign (pisces and/or scorpio placement in particular), with air placements.  this seems to be someone who ghosted you, or an ex of yours. though i use “ex” loosely as this may be as much an ex-friend as it may be an ex-lover.  this is someone who has been lurking on your social. and, because they have been lurking, they will see you winning at life and looking amazing and they will want to reach out to you to hype you up. they will reach out to you to compliment you and let you know how proud they are of you. how amazed of you they are.  but, this will likely not mark any change in this relationship, as this person just wants to say their piece and move along. they do not have any intentions of having a deep meaningful conversation with you, let alone sticking around. 

GROUP FOUR

cards pulled: eight of wands, the world, nine of pentacles (reversed), king of swords (reversed), seven of pentacles, temperance. channelled songs: thot shit by megan thee stallion. ribbon by mariah carey. careless by fka twigs. fourth of july by fall out boy.  my dear group four  ♡ the person coming towards you is an earth sign with water placements. this is someone who is always outdoors, and may be the kind of person who does not like to wear clothes or shoes. they’re the kind of person who likes to be “one with nature.”  they have this hippie, bohemian vibe about them.  this person coming towards you is a romantic at heart. a true romantic, who has more of an idealised view of love than a realistic one.  and because of this, and as at the time of meeting, they have likely just come out of a long-term relationship, this person is not looking for anything new. at all. not even something casual. they will be so hung up on their ex that they do not even consider the IDEA of moving on. because, for them, this person was their everything. their forever. their all or nothing.  you and this person will start off as friends, and you may be friends for a long time before things just fall into place and ends up with you falling in love with each other. 

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Hi! Do you have any advice on how to stop caring about likes and kudos? Even though I primarily write out of love and I've been writing for just myself long before I'd posted anything publicly, now that I have I find it really difficult not to let likes and kudos influence me, whether it's feeling discouraged from writing when fics don't do well or finding myself focusing more on what people want to read than what I want to write

some tricks I personally use. I can't guarantee that it will work for everybody, but I hope at least some of them helps.

try posting before you go to bed at night. this way, you don't constantly check for kudos or comments throughout the day, until the next morning. and if you find it hard to sleep because your mind keeps thinking about whether or not people have been giving kudos to your works, try and trick your mind into thinking that "it's done. I posted it. it's out of my hands now, now it's time for me to get some rest".

this can also apply to when you're not trying to sleep. personally, I find it helping when I tell myself "I did it. it's out of my hands. it's not my responsibility anymore. if people love it, that's great. but if they don't, well, I did it for me anyway."

try looking at the numbers of hits, kudos and comments as actual people and not just "digital numbers" — five kudos may not be a lot to some people if you're looking at those kudos as "just a number", but the truth is that those five kudos are actually five human beings.

personally, I would feel pretty proud of myself if my work had five different people walking up to me in real life and saying to my face that "I did well" and that they "enjoyed my work".

because that's actually the case for your fic. it may look like "just a number" when you're looking at your screen, but the truth is that that's actually human beings who read and appreciate your work.

30 hits may not be a lot to some writers when they're only seeing "digital number" on their screen. but it's actually quite impressive when you imagine a room with 30 people in there, and all of them are reading your work.

or if your work doesn't get hits / kudos or likes, that still doesn't mean "it's bad" either. maybe the right people who will love it just haven't had the chance to find it yet, and that's okay, that's fine.

think of your work as a treasure, a hidden gem. just because only few people find it doesn't mean it's not valuable.

[witherby]

yknow, i bet jj's had to really stay on top of his first-aid skills with how cavalier punchline is about injuring herself. like, joker isn't going to handle any of that, but someone will still need to pick glass out of her feet or set a bone in place. and i don't think jj would trust anyone else to do it

Extremely true! JJ's work with his custom first aid kit he cobbled together would blow professional EMTs out of the water.

Punchline and JJ: Health Screening

Masterlist is Here!

⚠️ This is a violence and injury-heavy series. Graphic descriptions of harm may apply. ⚠️

Getting access to you is near-impossible. Not only is Tim JJ refusing to allow himself to be separated from you for anything other than a bathroom break, nobody is even allowed to touch you without him threatening to throw a fit. It causes everyone tremendous headaches though they do their best not to show it.

JJ knows, though. He didn't come here willingly and that's everybody's problem. You're just happy to hang around your brother regardless of location.

When food is delivered, JJ always eats some first to make sure it isn't poisoned, something everyone has promised him time and time again they would never do, before giving you your portion.

When someone tries to visit and talk with them, JJ stands next to the door with his fists clenched and a thin, threatening smile on his face to dissuade them from entering.

When a health check is requested, JJ rattles off his and your most important conditions, allergies, and insists on the equipment being left behind so he can run the tests himself and report anything else back. That one causes some friction, but your brother is steadfast that you will not be poked and prodded by strangers.

"I can't even feel it, JJ," you huff, sitting on the floor while your brother is behind you on the bed and braiding your hair. The ends are in need of a trim, but getting any sharp object without sneaking out of the cell to steal one is impossible. "So what if they want some blood? I've lost more playing the handstand game with you."

"That's because you decided to do a handstand over a pile of broken glass."

"I had sparkly hands!!" You laugh. "They were so pretty!"

Your brother rolls his eyes but his smile is fond. "It took three hours to pick all the shards out. Just because you can do those things doesn't mean you should."

"Yeah yeah, I know..." You look down at your fingers, slightly crooked in some places and badly scarred in others. You don't tell JJ that sometimes feeling pretty overrides your desire to have a fully-functioning body. You aren't sure you need to; he's so perceptive sometimes you don't need to say anything at all for him to understand what you really want. You think that's part of the reason why he learned to style your hair.

"Alright. Twin braids, done and done!" JJ presses his hands on both sides of your head and gently shakes it. You bob around, laughing, and bat him away. "Me next. I want a fishtail braid alllll the way down to my butt."

"Your hair barely goes past your ears!"

"Drats. We gotta go rob a wig store sometime."

You turn to face him and hum, rocking side to side.

"JJ?"

"Yeah?" He answers.

"You're the best big brother ever," you tell him honestly. "I'd never want anybody else to be my family."

JJ grins and joins you on the floor, legs crossed, and rocks with you. "Me too."

You look away from him and click your feet. "Promise?"

"I promise."

"Pinky promise?"

JJ threads your fingers together and gently shakes them. "Pinky promise."

"No take backsies?"

"No take backsies. Never."

"...not even...for the bats and birds?"

JJ tugs on your hand to make you look at him. His expression is solemn and his tone is no-nonsense.

"I'd sooner kill 'em all than leave you alone, Punchline. They aren't gonna make me replace you, ever."

You feel a knot in your chest come undone and give your brother a tight squeeze, hiding your face in his shoulder. JJ squeezes you just as tight, rubbing comforting circles in your back.

"That's why you were cranked up more than a jack-in-the-box the whole time?" He asks, gently teasing.

"Maybe," you mumble. "They keep calling you by your old name."

"It's an old name, P," he insists. "I'm not that guy anymore. I won't be that guy again. He's dead and gone."

You nod, repeating his words under your breath.

"Dead and gone."

--

"Madam Punchline?"

You lift your head to look at Alfred waiting at the door and stop playing with your brother's shoelaces, having tied them together while he's sleeping. When he wakes and tries to stand, he'll trip. It'll be hilarious!

"Fancy man," you whisper. "Whataya want?"

"I was wondering if you might permit me to check your temperature?" Alfred asks. His hands are clasped in front of him, devoid of any object. He didn't bring what he needs with him, which means you have to leave the cell to do the check. By yourself.

You glance at JJ, hesitant. Your smile thins.

"It's a very simple procedure. I just need you to hold a small, sterile stick under your tongue for some time, and then I'll double-check it with a scanner."

"...bring it here," you say.

"I'm afraid I cannot," Alfred says, and looks genuinely remorseful. "This family has a habit of losing things, so the thermometers are attached to the medical bay's wall with bungee cable. I promise to bring you right back."

You look at your brother again, then Alfred. You click your feet together.

"D'ya need his temperature taken, too?"

"It's easier to do it one at a time."

You cross your arms and turn your back to Alfred as you think. Truth be told, you couldn't care less if these people wanted to scan your head or shove a nail in your kneecap — it's not like you could feel the pain anyway — but the cell is very dull, and you are becoming bored.

Being bored has never been a good feeling. Especially not to Popsy. When he gets bored, bad things happen.

"How long?" You ask.

"I can have you back here in five minutes."

Five minutes should be fine. You've been apart from JJ for five minutes before. No sweat! And he'll bring you back! Fancy Man was the one that reunited you to begin with! It's fine!

You pluck the hair pin JJ gave you from your head and set it on the pillow next to your brother, then walk towards the butler.

"Okay," you nod. "Five minutes."

"Five minutes, madam," Alfred promises. He punches in a code on the keypad facing his side of the door and it slides open silently. When he extends a hand to you, you tug at the pristine, white glove and slip it off, stepping into the corridor with a giggle.

"Soft," you coo, reaching for his other hand. Alfred acquiesces to the theft and starts leading you to the med bay. "Mine now! Ha-ha!"

"I have many, so you're welcome to those," he says, folding his hands behind himself as he strides. "If you'd like, I can see to having a special pair tailored to your hands. Mine are a bit bigger than yours."

You slip your fingers into the gloves. They're soft on the inside, too. He's right though; they're too big and you have to keep your hands clenched to prevent them from sliding off. Lame. Maybe they'd fit JJ though, so you take them back off and slide them into a pocket on your skirt.

"What's your deal, Fancy Man?" You ask, mimicking his posture. Alfred smiles a little, which makes your smile more genuine. "Why're you bein' so nice? Y'know who our Popsy is, right?"

"I am very familiar with your father's work, madam," Alfred says, "but children are the product of their parents' behavior, not the other way around. It's easy to be kind to those who deserve it."

"Uh huh. Don't think that applies to us."

"Why ever not?" He asks. You pantomime swinging your mallet down and can still recall the harsh squish of Tilly's flesh and bones caving under the pressure a month ago. His face shifts into recognition. You don't know if you like that he saw the broadcast or not.

"We all have things for which we must atone," Alfred says, after a moment to think. "This cave — this family — is no stranger to violence. It would be very hypocritical to shun you for one bad deed."

Your smile ticks up on one side and your brows furrow. You don't know how to respond, and the butler doesn't press you to. Alfred gestures for you to walk through a door on your left and you do, looking around at all the medical tools. Suddenly, Tilly is the last thing on your mind.

"Oh, JJ has one of those!" You exclaim, pointing at the AED on the wall. "And that." You point to a scope for checking your ears. "And that." You point to a suture kit. "And that. And that. And — well, not that anymore, that one blew up two warehouses ago... Oh! He has that! And that!"

Alfred pulls a step stool out and gently pats the examination table. You climb up and sit down without fuss, head craning all around to look at more things.

"He doesn't have that. What's that?" You pick up a tube and close one eye, peering down it with the other. When you don't see anything, you put your mouth on the end and blow. "Hooooooo."

"It's a tube, meant to go down your throat to help you breathe." Alfred gently pulls on it but you clamp your teeth down and refuse to let go. "While this is quite amusing, my lady, the longer this takes, the longer your brother will be without you."

You immediately open your mouth and spit the breathing tube out. Alfred puts it in the sink across the room and then grabs a thermometer off the wall.

"You weren't lyin'!" You snort, looking at the little bungee cable tied to it. "That's so dumb!"

"I have no reason to lie, miss Punchline," Alfred says. He gestures for you to open your mouth, and gently guides the tip of the thermometer under your tongue. "Though, if you suspected I was, why did you still leave with me?"

"Cause it's too boring in the box!" You exclaim, pulling the thermometer back out. "I can't play Tag in there. I can't play Hide and Seek in there. The handstand game gets boring after a while. I can't climb anything! We're getting bored!!"

"I understand," Alfred says, waiting patiently for you to say your peace before offering the stick again. You stay quiet this time and hold it in your mouth. "My sincerest apologies, lady Punchline. I'll have that corrected as soon as possible."

You hum, kicking your feet as you sit and wait for the thermometer to get a reading. A memory surfaces — you're much smaller, maybe four, and dizzy all the time. You're shifting between hot and cold, and JJ has you bundled up in a coat he pilfered from a thrift shop. He's taking your temperature with one of these sticks and murmuring that you're gonna be okay, that you just need to stay warm and get lots of rest and drink water. You remember that it was during one of Popsy's vacations to Arkham, and that getting food and clean water was harder when you were both younger. Something about Uncle Scarecrow poisoning the water system for a week...you can't recall. That whole stint is a blur, really, but you remember how gentle JJ was about nursing you back to health.

When the thermometer beeps, you hand it over to Alfred. After he cleans and puts it back, he grabs the scanner gun. You hop off the table in surprise and duck behind it.

"The hell? You tryna dome me!?"

"Oh, my!" Alfred looks genuinely upset by your implication. He aims it at his own head and presses the button to demonstrate. "It's not a real gun. I promise I mean you no harm."

"...oh." In hindsight, there's no place to insert any ammo, and it wouldn't make much sense to go through all the effort to do a check-up if you were just gonna die after. You straighten up and brush imaginary lint off your clothes, giving him a sheepish smile. "My bad. Scan away, doc."

Alfred waves the apology away and holds the scanner out to you first, taking the time to explain what he's going to do and how it works before doing it. You don't voice it, but you appreciate the explanation.

"I believe that's our time, my lady," Alfred says, opening the door leading back to the hall. "I shall lead you back to your brother."

"Kay!" You skip past him and towards the cell without fuss. Before you get close enough to the door to see inside, it slides open and JJ stumbles out, eyes wide and barefoot. "You're awake!"

He grabs you close and hugs you tight. You pat his back.

"Don't do that again," he says. "Don't let them take you anywhere without me knowing."

"I just got my temperature checked. It's your turn," you reply, and pull out the pilfered gloves. "I stole these for you!"

JJ tucks them into his own pocket and then hugs you again, glaring at Alfred over your shoulder.

"You promised —"

"That you two would not be kept apart," Alfred interrupts calmly. "I brought her right back after we were done. She is unharmed, master Ti— Junior."

"I wouldda stayed," you admit, "but I was bored, JJ."

His grip tightens briefly, then slackens. He lets out a heavy sigh and gives you a wan smile.

"Me too," he admits quietly. "I'm not mad at ya."

"Come look at all the junk they got in there," you say, taking his hand. He instinctively threads your fingers together. "There's stuff you got! I recognized it."

Alfred takes two steps to the side to allow you both to pass, gesturing back down to the med bay. "We can spend as long as you like in there, if it pleases the lady and gentleman. I really do need to take your temperature, master Junior, if you'll permit it."

JJ looks unconvinced. You tug on his hand.

"I'll go with!" You say. "It's somethin' to do, JJ. C'mon! Please?"

Like a house of cards, he crumbles to your puppy dog eyes immediately, like always.

"Yeah. Okay."

Before you can drag him off, he tugs your hand and gives you a flat look.

"And then you have to untie my shoes."

You grin up at the small, red spot on his forehead that looks like it might need ice.

"Deal."

[ysrjune]

SCOTT BARRINGER X GIRLY!READER [ 𝑑𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 @dollfilmz ]

#🌸🎀🩰

WARNING: SEXUAL THEMES @ THE END

#🩷 ENJOY ! ♡

💌 scott, like a lot of other boys at school, had a crush on you. maybe it was the way you never failed to pull off different hair styles every day, or maybe it was how nice you were to everyone. the blond only knew that he wanted to get his hands on you and make you his pretty little girlfriend. he wasn't bad with getting girls.. like at all. he's on the football team and! he's super cute!

FEBRUARY 5TH @ 8:49AM.

first period, journalism. this class was an easy A for scott. he was just a cameraman for reports on whatever the reporters wanted to talk about for their video of the week. it's not that he didn’t like to be on camera, it's more like he's just awkward and doesn't know how to act normal when he's being recorded for a report or an assignment where he needs to be on camera. luckily he didn’t have to do anything for the rest of the week since his partners Kenny and Laura decided to film their video on Monday.

"remember everybody," the teacher says, causing everyone to look back at her. "valentines day grams are on sale this week. get your partner one if you don’t know what else to buy." she smiles and walks over to her desk to take attendance. a few people around scott start talking about the $5 gift. "I heard that they're better than last year," "yeah, they are! im in ASB. it comes with a rose, love letter, chocolate and other candies." says a girl named Marilyn. scott turns back and taps the top of the computer in front of the other kids. "hey, I can buy one from you, right? since you're in ASB?" he asks.

thats where it all started between you and scott. instead of the $5 option, he chose the $15 dollar one. the only thing different from the first option was that it included a teddy bear and a gourmet cookie. when you had received your gram during 2nd period on February 14th, your friends teased you about who it was from.

“to my beautiful *name*,

everyday I see you and wish that you were in my arms. I wish that I could call you mine. I wish I could kiss your soft lips and shower you with all my affection. I'm a little shy to say this in person, so I sent you this gram. Happy Valentines day.

yours, Scott Barringer.”

that day during lunch, you went to the classroom that scott hung out in and started talking to him. It only took you a week to start going out on dates with him. he was a sweetheart and such a good guy to you. always paying for things you wanted, never not touching you (holding hands, arm around your waist) at school or wherever you went.

💌 scott LOVES watching you do your makeup. he doesn’t admit it though. on the weekends when you have something planned and you do your makeup, hes there. hes laying on his tummy on your bed, watching you apply blush and highlight to your cheeks. he watches close and carefully. and when you start doing your hair? he offers to help out. "need help with that?" he stands up from the bed and walks over to you, taking the curling iron from your hand. "I dont need the help, but you can go ahead and do it for me." you smile at him through the mirror. scott smiles back and starts curling the ends of your hair. hes done this a couple times already.. practice makes perfect.

💌 scott also loves how girly you are. skirts, tight blouses, nails and hair always done.. he would rather have a girl like that instead of one who goes out in hoodie and sweats all the time. he really likes your jewlery too. necklaces, rings, earrings.. he buys you matching diamond earrings since his ears are also pierced. they werent pierced for too long though. his dad kept bothering him about how they made him look gay, so he took them out. bit he still has his pair.

💌 (modern) scott posts you on his story a fair amount. dates, selfies you send him, videos he takes of you at school, gifts he buys.. everything like that. theres more on his close friends story since he knows there are girls out there who stalk his profile just to see who his girlfriend is. its not that he doesnt want to show you off and let everyone know who his girlfriend is, he just doesn't like when girls who like him try and stalk your profile.

💌 babe, baby, beautiful, cutie, all nicknames he calls you buy. he has you saved as 'angel face 🩷' in his phone.

💌 he likes when you put on lipstick. he loves when you kiss all over his neck and leave kiss marks. he especially likes it when you leave them places other than his neck. his chest, collarbones, arms, face, COUGH! near his 🤔.. 😊

💌 you're a little shorter than him and it makes him feel some sort of way. he doesnt really know why he likes the height difference, he just does, and so do you. everytime you walk past a mirror at a store or somewhere theres a mirror, you ask him to hug you from behind so you can snap a photo. you have one of those photos set as your profile photo on Instagram.

💌 just because you're his girlfriend doesn't mean hes not a little mean/teasing. "whats with you wearing pink all the time? too scared to try another color?" he'd say. you roll your eyes. "and whats it with you always wearing plad? you too lazy to go out and buy something different?" and just because you're his usually sweet girlfriend, doesn't mean you WONT be mean to him back.

💌 you're like his own personal cheerleader at his games. his friends always stare at you like you're doing too much, and maybe you are.. but thats your boyfriend out there winning every game for the school. how could you not smile and yell along with the other people when he caught the ball from so far away?

💌 he likes to lend you his jersey a lot. obviously only when its washed. but you bet that after he washes it, he spritz on his cologne so you smell like him. he doesn't only do that with just his jersey, he does it with his varsity jacket as well.

"you're lucky you're cute, princess." he kisses down your neck. "cause you've been pissing me off all damn day." being too teasing. whispering things to him in the middle of class where he cant do anything but hold your hand and pretend like you didnt just tell him that you wanted to go on your knees for him.

now, you were in his room on a Friday afternoon, home alone. scott lifts your skirt up and stares at your lacy white underwear. "guess you do wear something other than pink," he chuckles to himself. "God, im gonna ruin you." he whispers and kisses you through the fabric. "make you forget your own damn name."

@bxbyysstuff @anakinstwinklebunny @lovethestarrs @valloos @anisangeldust @xo-yaaaaaas-xo @anakinca ⭐️

[inseparabiles]

Hi, my freeranged and appropriately enriched audience. I need to talk about something real big bad and I think I've already ended all of my friendships for this reason, so I'm doing it here instead.

This scene? After Colosseum?

There's so many things going on in this scene, and for the love of everything that is holy, in order to talk about any of it, I've clipped Macrinus out of the picture because he doesn't exist.

I'll start with the fact that, while these two are described as somewhat pathologically paranoid, this is the first day we see them living through that gives them significant reason to be worried. Most days, they seem to coast by being both terminally naïve and endlessly isolationist in terms of their company, focusing solely on each other and themselves, particularly their hedonistic pursuits, while assuming that everybody they surround themselves with loves them, for whatever reason. Everything is going great for them as far as they're perceiving it. They don't know the audiences are not cheering for them - they take every cheer as if it was aimed at them. Presenting Acacius at the Colosseum for the first day of the games? They receive no applause beyond what the audience is already dishing out upon their introductions. But producing Marcus Acacius has the audience heated, and these two somehow think that's for them. They're idiots. Morons. They're so stuck in their own delusions of grandeur that yes, while they do recognise they're in Rome and Roman emperors have a terrible tendency to catch a blade, they don't seem to be actually living that reality at all.

What we know from the script is, however, that they have never truly known stability or safety: his whole life, Geta has been shielding Caracalla from their father's explosive anger. Caracalla, presumably, has witnessed this if nothing else, though I'm curious about that golden tooth within this context. I'm sure he's caught some inbetween there, too, because Geta can only afford so much shield from a grown man. And they've never had any protection from any of that. Nobody would stand up to an emperor to protect a prince; they were his rightful property. He could do with his boys whatever he pleased, and Geta's sole duty has been, it seems, not to survive, but ensure that his brother does. His pain has never mattered. His rights, needs, wants, wishes have never mattered. Caracalla's have.

I'm sure they used to be at each other's throats like the wolf pups that they are when they were younger. But what you can see with them in their early adulthood is that this is something that does not apply anymore. They'll hurt anybody else, particularly anyone they perceive as hostile to them, and most often it's done just for fun and pleasure. This makes Caracalla's fetish for watching violence particularly interesting - what with the complex relationship kinks and fetishes can often have with prior trauma, feelings of powerlessness, and attempts to regain control - but that's for a wholly different meta there. What I'm getting at is that it's always others they inflict cruelty upon, and enjoy, but never each other; there is an absolute dynamic between them, it's them against the world, them for one another. Geta's first duty is to protect Caracalla, and Caracalla trusts him implicitly. At least before this scene.

While script!Geta has less patience for his brother than Quinn's Geta does, there is never any doubt there who and what his priority is. Caracalla comes first to him. So, it's safe to say that with Dondus screaming, when he flings his water in Caracalla's face, it's never with the intent of hitting him. I have sensory issues and I'll be the first to admit I've thrown things when my processing threshold is violently crossed and it's something you just don't second-guess, like someone hitting your knee joint with a hammer. But regardless of intent, the consequences are so very interesting. And I'm sure Caracalla, even, knows that this wasn't intentional. Dear gods though, look at his reaction.

This is the face of someone telling you you have crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed.

And, for the sake of my sanity, I need to make sure everybody understands that Caracalla's way to emphasise just how much things have broken here is to say absolutely nothing, leave the room, and go cry under a table. Terrifying. But I digress; what is terrifying is Geta, after this has happened.

This is the face of a man who has crossed a boundary of his own, and it has quite little to do with the previous. Yes, Caracalla is angry at him, and there will be consequences in some form. Again, for now, the consequences are that he's chosen to become inconsolable and hide under furniture, likely much as he did when their father had his rages. But Geta, for the first time in his life, broke out of his role of a protector, and the one to be beaten.

He's realised that Caracalla is not untouchable. And for ages, he doesn't move, because his whole world has shaken here; and what he does then to justify his actions is blame his brother for them. Caracalla did absolutely nothing to earn what he did to him, but it's now his fault, for being so unstable. A liability. How could Caracalla make him do this to him, truly.

This evening, Geta's been brought face to face with his reality: he is not loved. He is not untouchable. While he can mandate the word of gods, he is not, himself, regarded as a god. Not like he deserves. Not like he should be. He's suffered so much - but he is a great man, and he knows this. He's not stupid, and he's a conqueror, albeit from his comfortable seat at home. But he deserves better.

And what, pray, is standing in the way? What is holding him back? His brother is. Caracalla, who is always embarrassing him. Who is his first and last responsibility each day and each night, who needs him to watch his every move, to keep him safe not only from the world but from himself and his own instability, his insanity, his unpredictable actions. Without Caracalla, Geta could be focusing on being an emperor. He could be achieving so much more than he is, if he wasn't his brother's constant, eternal keeper, his babysitter, his court jester. And he deserves more, doesn't he? He deserves to be remembered.

So, let Macrinus (who doesn't exist as you can see from the screenshots) handle Caracalla this time. Geta has an empire to think of.

And this, this is what interests me about this scene more than anything. For Caracalla's part, things seem at a glance much more benign, though no less broken: the one thing he took as certain as air has fallen apart - that his brother would always stand for him first, and would never lay a finger on him to hurt him. His brother, who bled for him, protected him from their father, and has ever since looked after him, elevated him to the highest status, aside from some... minor symptoms of hubris, of course. But while all of this hurts him, deeply, fundamentally, it isn't enough to make him immediately see Geta as his enemy.

And I can't stop asking - should he? Should he now regard Geta as his enemy? His whole world is collapsing. It's from this very moment onwards (yes, this one, specifically) that he begins to show symptoms of acute psychosis: delusions, paranoia, severe lapses in reality, memory, and continuity. He doesn't look like he sleeps either, but of course, other factors come into play with that part. (And gods know I don't blame him for that.)

Geta was his foundation, his bedrock. They were in this together, whatever happened. Yes, they bicker, but they've always known how that goes: Geta's patience is endless with Caracalla, and Caracalla's thirst for violence is not turned towards him, even at its worst. Geta has no issues turning his back to Caracalla in the state that he is while the man is wielding a sword and doing god knows what with it in the background. Not for one second does Geta flinch when coming between Caracalla, his sword, and a man he's already condemned to die, because Caracalla would never harm him, either.

But after this? After the first blow, however small? What then?

I'm just asking questions here. This could lead onto the next subject - the way Caracalla's whole demeanor changes when he inflicts the first wound on his brother and finds that he bleeds just the same - but I'm keeping that to me for now.

edit: I did not keep it to myself, by popular demand. Here.

[yandere-sins]

Ooh okay I apologize in advance for rambling but how about a yandere and a darling who are both trained fighters of some sort. Always at each other's throats, evenly matched. Despite the yandere's flirtatious behavior during fights, the darling doesn't put much stock in it because some people are just... like that lol. But they finally lose. Collapsed on the ground, arms and fingers twitching as they try to muster the energy to grab their weapon. They think they might be about to die, but the yan is absolutely giddy with excitement, telling them how well they did, how much fun they've been having and not to feel bad. They'll take care of them until they get better- and maybe they'll even let them fight again if they're good while they recover.

Thanks for the cute idea! I hope I was able to convey it like you were thinking ♥

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Not everyone has the chance in life to call someone else their "arch-nemesis". But you did. That jerk that was always on your butt, chasing after your achievements as if it was an Olympic sport. If you did great on an assignment, so did he. If you did extra reps while training, he had to do them twice as much. You wanted to spar? He'd be the one volunteering to be your training partner.

He was insufferable.

With that bright, goofy smile and the happy hops he did after being chosen as your sparing partner (not your fault you were too good so that most of the other people in the unit didn't want to try fighting you), he was absolutely obnoxious. He was swift on his feet, that much you had to give him, but his swings were too wide, easily to avoid. And you, stupidly nice as you were, told him that many times, and he still didn't learn. He was your personal pain in the asshole, and you sighed in frustration as you watched him plummet to the ground after you swept his leg.

Only for him to recover quickly and bring you down, too.

In a matter of seconds, your enemy was on top of you, holding you down and rendering you immobile. You struggled, groaning from the strain when you managed to free your foot, kicking your leg up and into his stomach. Just as quickly as he had, you had rolled both of you over, straddling him down. However, in stark contrast to him, you learned from your mistake, applying all the right weight to hold down all his limbs.

You two were breathing heavily when you noticed the otherwise silent gym. Only the hand-to-hand combat mat was still lit up, everything else already in the dark. You couldn't spend too much thought on it as your enemy kept struggling, trying to free himself before he finally breathed out the tension of his body, groaning, "I give up!"

Immediately, you got off him, standing back up and wiping the sweat from your face. Both of you needed a minute to calm your pulse, and you noticed that you had been right; everybody had left you two. Wasn't it too early for them to stop their training, though? The clock on the wall revealed the time to already be late in the night, and you groaned inwardly, realizing you had spent all evening again with that jerk.

He really brought out the worst traits in you.

"Ah, fuck," you mumbled, remembering the fresh ingredients you had bought to make for dinner tonight. Another spoiled meal just because you had to wrestle with that idiot.

"That was awesome!" he cheered behind you, still lying on the ground, staring straight into the ceiling light above him. "Nothing can beat our fight! You are so amazing!"

With that, he rolled to the side, propping his head on his hand as he grinned at you, eyebrows wiggling. "Imagine how good the sex would be."

With a disgusted sound, you rolled your eyes, knowing about his repertoire of dirty and inappropriate jokes much too well. There was no rule against peer relationships, but even if you had to, he would be the last you'd choose as a partner. "I'll pass," you snarked, and he laughed loudly as if you had just told a funny joke.

"Come on, let's do one more round!" your enemy prompted, jumping up from the mat and bouncing over to you like a ball. He was just like that, so full of energy and life, no matter how many times you threw him down. You two never had to work on an assignment together before. Still, you couldn't imagine him taking anything seriously or putting actual work into what he was assigned to do with his attitude.

But it was already late, and instead of a lavish meal, you'd probably just have some instant noodles instead. Might as well try to break his ego once more. "Okay," you agreed, fastening the straps of your gloves again.

"Yippih!" he exclaimed, and if you weren't so done with the dude, it was almost adorable how excited he was. You got caught up in his carefree demeanor momentarily when he suddenly threw a punch you barely dodged. You hadn't seen it coming at all, perplexed for a moment that he could pull off something like that.

"Did that surprise you? I trained just for you! Just so I could beat you!"

"You psycho," you chided him, but your heart beat wildly after the unexpected blow. You could still feel the rubber burn on your skin where it had connected with his gloved hand, making you gulp.

"Hah! Try dodging this!"

What followed was a serious showdown of skill, every punch harder to dodge and block than the one before. You still felt powerful enough to win this fight, but you had never noticed this skill in him before. He fought like a kangaroo but lighter on his feet, avoiding the few stray punches you sent his way easily. Had he waited for a chance to show off? What made this day so special?

You two rang for the upper hand in this—supposedly training—fight, but you slowly realized that without a real chance to counterattack, none of your skills would help you. Your enemy didn't fall for the classical sweep with the leg and didn't stay still long enough to keep himself open for a hit in the stomach, followed by a flurry of punches to bring him down. For the first time since you two met, you felt actually threatened by him as an opponent.

Before, you had mostly ignored him. His overeager attitude, continuous unwanted flirting, and the way he tried to insert himself into your life almost desperately. He wanted to be noticed by you, so you didn't give him the time of day until you two had passed your training and had to deal with each other, no matter what you thought about him. But it got annoying quickly, and your spats became the entertainment for the whole unit. You didn't mind shutting him up in a match, but somehow, this one was different than all the other fights you had before.

You had never lost a fight before until that night.

Your head hit the mat with more force than you ever thought possible. It actually made you blackout for a moment. Luckily, you came to quickly, only to be confronted by the pain and dizziness you felt. But there was no time to regain your composure as a hand hit the mat right next to your face, and you heard the cracking of bones as the air hit you like a much more gentle punch.

"I won," he panted, the smile slowly spreading wider and wider on his face as he hovered above you. "I finally did it!"

"Get over yourself," you heaved dryly, your lungs utterly void of air. More and more pains erupted in your body, on the outside of your forearms, face, shoulder, and hips. You groaned as your muscles spasmed, drawing in to relieve the pain. But in doing so, they caused another body part to hurt, and an endless cycle of bruises and wounds occurred.

But the second his palm cupped your face, you stilled, his thumb brushing your lower lip.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered as if he was afraid that a loud sound would shatter you. "Your lips swollen like that, all because of me."

Your enemy giggled, and you felt appalled by the gleam in his eyes as he watched you flinch from his touch. Something was seriously wrong with that fellow, you had always known it. "Just get off," you complained, turning your head away and struggling to get up with your bashed body.

"Might want to have a look at your hand, too. That crack didn't sound healthy."

However, his hand quickly grabbed your shoulder, pushing you back down with much more strength than required. For what felt like a small eternity condensed in a few seconds, you two stared motionlessly at each other. You, trying to understand something about him which was nearly impossible. And he, interpreting this situation much differently than you.

Because the next thing you knew, his lips crushed yours, enticing a pained howl to erupt from your throat and crashing into his mouth. Lips open, he pushed his tongue in, a suffocating feeling as it roamed around, spit mingling. Finally, you had enough, forcing your body to obey as you grabbed him by the shirt, pushing him back and away from you.

"What is wrong with you!" you gasped, disgusted by the kiss you had just been assaulted with.

"That was so much fun, oh my god," your enemy merely replied, not even honoring you with an answer. "You're such a good fighter, I can't believe I finally won! Isn't that feeling amazing? My heart is racing! How about yours?"

"No!" you declared firmly, struggling against him as you tried to get out from under his body. It was a tangled mess of limbs, your struggles continuously bouncing back as he wanted to keep you as you were. You really didn't understand him, resorting to a tirade of insults as he canceled out your efforts.

"Look at you go! You still have so much energy even after our sparring. As if it was nothing for you! I know you were the one for me! The only one who can keep me on my toes! It's always been you!"

"I'm not yours! Get off me, you freak!"

"Well, ouch. That's enough."

Your breath was caught in your throat as your head hit the mat again for the second time that night. For the very first time when fighting him, however, you felt a hint of panic as he applied more and more strength to your wrists, pinning you down. Just minutes before, you had been able to slip out easily, making him lose in a matter of milliseconds. But this time, his grip and position were iron-tight, leaving no room for a surprise to overtake him.

"You're already hurt enough, baby. We can have another go once you recover."

"If you could just get off me, I could take care of my wounds myself, baby," you spat right back in his face. But instead of noticing the sarcasm in your voice, he only grinned wider, shaking his head as he laughed softly.

"Now, why would you do that? That's what you have me for. I'll make sure you get taken care of. Gonna patch you up real good, my little fighter."

"He- Hey!" you protested as he suddenly stood up, too quickly for you to react. Next thing you knew, you, too, were back on your feet and lifted into the air, slung over your enemy's shoulder. He had pulled you up so swiftly that not even the air could give any resistance, but you two needed a moment to balance it out before you were right back to kicking and punching him.

"Now, be good," he warned you before a slap on your butt made you stop all movements, too surprised and shocked that he'd dare to make such an inappropriate gesture with you.

"We can see if you get to fight again once you're fully healed. Until then, you got to be good for me, alright?"

"We'll do no such thing! Who do you think you are--"

"It's not about me," your enemy suddenly revealed, and you raised a brow, looking at the back of his head with more questions that were left unanswered than you wanted them to. Everything about this was wrong; what the hell happened to him that night? Did you push the wrong buttons for once? But that still didn't explain his behavior in the slightest.

"It never has."

"Then what is it about?" you asked, trying to kick him again, only for your leg to be captured by his free hand, thigh pressing against his chest while his palm massaged the tense muscles on the back. He was completely out of his mind if he thought he could just take you as a prize for winning one puny training match! As if you needed him to patch up the wounds he inflicted! That was definitely not the kind of relationship you two had, one where he could disregard every bit of manners he had and do what he wanted!

"You," he replied firmly, his voice unwavering.

"It has always been about you."

[luvvyouforever]

okay i love x-men 97 so much, so glad someone writes for that. Can I request scott summers x reader nsfw headcanons and how he wold be with his partner 18+ wise

you absolutely can <3

nsfw headcanons : scott summers (cyclops) x reader

content: nsfw content mdni 18+, mentions of dominance, lingerie, shower sex, domestic life, oral, etc

^^ he was so crazy in this gif. no, but have you met my wife? #needthat

𝜗𝜚 scott is such a passionate lover. he likes devoting all of his time and energy to you. when you're with the team in a fight, his focus has to be on everyone, but the minute you're alone with him in the bedroom, it might as well just be the two of you alone in the whole wide universe.

𝜗𝜚 i think he naturally takes control in the bedroom, but isn't a dom in the traditional sense. it's more about him guiding the night along and making decisions about what to do next. he'll gently manhandle you into new positions and flip you around depending on what he wants to do next. is always open to input from you, however. if you're begging to be ate out, who is he to deny you?

𝜗𝜚 he's also intuitive, seemingly knowing what you're asking of him before you can even put it into words. he can gauge how you're feeling that day and will, in seconds, prepare to cater the rest of the day to your needs. bad day? he knows that he needs to let you be a pillow princess. angry and frustrated? he lets you guide him where you want him and feeds into your urgent energy.

𝜗𝜚 sometimes, everybody is frustrating him and nobody is listening cough cough logan and he needs to be more dominant. in these moods, he's firm with you and likes making you slowly fall apart through the night. he loves getting you to the point where you're so sweet and compliant.

𝜗𝜚 the best way to make scott melt in these situations? look up at him with needy eyes, bite your lip, then breath out a soft "yes, sir." sometimes he just really needs it.

𝜗𝜚 sometimes, though, he's had that kind of tiring day and this is when there's little to dynamic between the two of you. it's soft, loving missionary or he's leaned against the comfortable bed with you riding him.

𝜗𝜚 since he can't fully see what you look like without the bright red visor on, he likes when things you're wearing have some kind of soft texture to them which applies to lingerie. wear something soft and silky which he can run his hands on and he'll fold.

𝜗𝜚 loooooves shower sex. you'll coax him into the steamy enclosed space and brush your body against him and suddenly your back is pushed against the wall, the warm water is enveloping the two of you, and he's pounding into you, strong arms supporting your weight.

𝜗𝜚 one of his biggest turn-ons is seeing you all domestically. he's already needy waking up to you in your shared bed, and then you cook breakfast together and you have this cute apron wrapped around you, and then you're smiling at him while you wash the dishes while he dries them, and then you're being dragged back to the bedroom giggly. god forbid you get pregnant.

𝜗𝜚 praise kink! please tell him that he's doing a great job. he doesn't receive nearly enough recognition for what he does for the x-men and he'll blush when you praise him for normal things throughout the day. whisper just how good he's making you feel as he fucks you and his thrusts will get erratic or rushed.

some more random, short headcanons:

𝜗𝜚 boob man. wear a low cut dress when he takes you on a date.

𝜗𝜚 loves feeling your hands run along his abs. especially if you have long nails.

𝜗𝜚 also loves feeling your hands tangle themselves into his hair.

𝜗𝜚 is sooo romantic w it. will absolutely put rose petals on the bed when it's your anniversary.

𝜗𝜚 loves oral, giving it but especially receiving it. he's such a sucker for feeling your lips wrapped around him.

𝜗𝜚 probably sometimes too scared to make your sex a little more kinky. will run it by you a hundred times before trying something.

𝜗𝜚 when he's indulged in a little alcohol, his inhibitions are gone. very very very rare moments but very very very fun.

𝜗𝜚 he gets sooo flustered when you send him pictures while he's gone, and he'll never ask for them, but you can tell when he gets home just how much he loved getting them.

𝜗𝜚 is so incredibly sweet during aftercare. will dote on you and ask if everything felt good and offer you water and run you a bath, anything you want.

𝜗𝜚 doesn't know how hot he is when he's leading the x-men. like imagine the scene in the first ep of x-men 97 when he lands on the ground with his power and says "to me, my x-men," and you are all over him when you get home but he doesn't get why. he's just doing what he should as a leader.

shoo, i need a scott summers.

[missnxthingg]

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬, 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 . (𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑼 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵) - 𝐹𝑂𝑈𝑅 (𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 - Once again, we have two parts! Hope you like this one as well and don't forget to go ready the first one ahead of this 🧡

original chapter | series masterlist | main masterlist | taglist | pt 1

yourusername

Red Bull Ring

yourusername Gooooood morning, Austria! I'll be pretending this is a sea of papaya, btw. Wish this bad boy good luck today 🧡

tagged: mclaren, landonorris

landonorris ***good boy! 😉

↪yourusername You don't fool anyone, babe ↪username1 preach, y/n

username2 Lando P1 at Red Bull's home. I'm so ready!

username3 Papaya dom coming!

mclaren Everybody is a papaya fan! 🧡

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f1news

f1news It's DNF for Norris in Austria! The McLaren driver crashed with the owner of the house, Max Verstappen, in the Red Bull Ring and was taken out of the race. The RBR driver lost his leadership, but finished P5.

username1 Max Verstappen plays it DIRTY!

username2 I feel so so sorry for Lando. He didn't deserve this 😢

username3 i hope y/n takes good care of our boy

yourusername added to their stories

Caption: A very much needed home time for Mr Norris

landonorris

Silverstone

landonorris Back to Silvo with some family time ❤

tagged: adam_norris_pure_electric, yourusername

yourusername P1 in Ollie's heart 🧡

↪landonorris My love ❤

username1 Olivia content!!!!

↪username2 finally 😫 i missed them so much

username3 i just know lando spent the entire week with ollie bf silverstone

username4 we're all ready for your revenge arch 😈

landonorris

landonorris Silverstone I love you, so many incredible fans out there ❤️ Congrats on the win @.lewishamilton, we’ll review, do better and come get you next time 

username1 Just the fact that Olivia dressed as Lando for Silverstone makes me so so happy!

↪username2 she's his biggest fan indeed! ↪username3 Olivia future WDC!

yourusername Always good to see you step on the podium at home 🧡 I'm so proud

↪username3 I love that no matter the result, Y/N is always there to support Lando ↪username4 She's his true biggest fan

yourusername

Mallorca, Spain

yourusername Spain, you are a dream! 🤍 Best summer break ever

tagged: landonorris

username1 THEY WENT ON A HOLIDAY TOGETHER?

username2 i'm considering this a hard launch, btw

↪username3 you always make it weird for them 🙄 clearly they are just best friends having fun together ↪username4 for real! people forget that he's literally her daughter's godfather ↪username5 doesn't mean they can't become a couple eventually btw

username6 good to see that lando is spending time with y/n and olivia ❤ he deserved some family time to recharge

oscarpiastri Enjoy summer break, guys!

↪yourusername Thanks, Osc! Love you ❤ Send love to Lily, btw

maxfewtrell Bring me next time

↪landonorris It's family only ↪yourusername Max is family, idiot

landonorris My girls ❤

↪yourusername Our boy ❤ ↪username7 Stooooop, I love you guys so much ↪username8 The cutest duo ever

landonorris

Mallorca, Spain

landonorris aug 24. sun & things ☀️ family, forever

tagged: yourusername

yourusername Best summer ever ❤ I love you my babies

username1 Stoooop they are the cutest little family, omg!

username2 Lando applying sunscreen to Ollie's face and they posing as a family is everything to me 😭

maxfewtrell That's what i'm talking about, mates ❤

yourusername Ollie says: "Hi, uncle Max. Come have dinner with us" maxfewtrell How can I deny this proposal?

username3 now can we please have a hard launch???

username4 uhmm don't think they are really together, though. lando has taken them on vacations before, it's not like something different happened username5 idk dude, they do seem a little closer after his win in miami and people saw them leaving the party together username6 you keep assuming things and it's very annoying

username7 I'm so ready for the next chapter of this story

⋘ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 // 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⋙

[kagamesayu]

shidou ryusei x bimbo!reader

c/w . implied female reader, implied smut, fluff, shidou ryusei is crazy for you wc: 1 k a/n . shidou ryusei my beloved. literally obsessed with his crazy ass ugh <3 reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.

pt 1, pt 2

imagine...

shidou who loves every bit of you. your short pink skirt that shows off your panties every time you jump around, your too tight shirts that show off your body and the way you make him feel like the smartest person in the world.

like - no baby, pikachu is not a real animal.

you bounce off each others energies so well, your dynamic is literally popular jock x popular cheerleader. he'd be at games and look for you in the stands, pointing and blowing kisses in your direction. and you'd return them in fervor, shaking your 'ryu-baby you can do it!!!' sign that was decorated with pink glitter and cut-out hearts.

he once flashed his tits to you while sticking his tongue out. you'd almost returned the favour but your friend stopped you. truly lucky for everyone, cause if you had done that ryusei would , firstly, destroy every camera in that stadium and then give everyone concussions because nobody but him could look at your bahonkers.

shidou who adores how your hands look in his. your acrylic nails that leave a delicious sting whenever they touch him beautifully contrast his own dull short nails that you manicured yourself.

"babe you need to look after your nails! at the very least let me paint a base coat!" you'd pout at him, fluttering your pretty eyelashes at him while holding his hands close to your chest.

usually when you went out together he'd hold you by the waist, but every time you get new acrylics he'd hold you by your hands. he loves playing with your nails, feeling the new textures you'd gotten.

he'll let you paint his nails too, makes you promise to get your painted the colour of his tip.

shidou who tells everyone about his beautiful partner. at this point, everybody in the world knew you were together, with how obnoxious he was about your relationship. in every interview he's able to bring you up. doesn't matter if no one asked him, he'll talk about you.

and he almost always gives them a little too much info.

"what i think of the other team? think they all suck. saw one of them lookin' at m' doll and i was gonna knock 'im out! i mean - i get it. they're fuckin' hot but they're mine."

"o-ok, well-"

"ya'll know about us right? i'm taken by her," he shows a polaroid picture of you he put on the back of his phone. "and she's mine. she's so cute too, almost sued dog treat companies cause she thought they were made from actual dogs."

"yes, let's move on-"

"and look - she painted my nails. painted them the colour of m' eyes."

"alright that's cute-"

"she painted hers the colour of my tip-"

"ANYWAYS."

shidou who loves doing makeup with you. yes he only has to do eyeliner, but he loves distracting talking to you while you get yourself ready to go out.

he absolutely adores helping you put on lip gloss. he has you seat on his lap, a hand holding your jaw while the other holds the applicator. he definitely steals a few kisses first though. wets your lips he says and you just nod along, too dumb to realise that the lip gloss does that for you.

that doesn't mean he doesn't kiss you after applying the gloss though. after making you smack your lips together he dives in like he's going for a goal, sucking and biting your bottom lip. you'd get so angry cause you'll have to clean your makeup up, but he doesn't care too much. he'll just sit there, pink smeared over his lips as you fret over your appearance.

he also loves when you help him draw on his eyeliner. he'll have his chin pressed on your fantastic titties, one of your hands on the back of his head as the other held the liner.

when this happens his eyes always seem to take in your features. the wrinkle of your eyebrows or the way your mouth is slightly open, he loves looking at you.

shidou who has to be pulled back by you every time he gets into a fight. it could be for any reason. they were looking at him funny, they were looking at you periodt, they were getting too close, anything and everything gets him riled up. especially if it involves you. his special little doll he loves so much.

he's got to protect what is his after all.

you'd hold him from behind both hands on his chest as you try to pull him away. "baby they're not worth your time!"

"those fuckers called ya dumb doll! ain't no fuckin' way i'd let that slide!" only he was allowed to call you that. he's growling, dangerous smirk on his face as the veins on his arms and neck stand up. this, you think, is when he's the most sexy.

the only way to stop him is to direct his anger into a different place.

you step closer, pressing your plush breasts against his back, the hand on his chest sliding up to his neck as the other moved to hold his shoulder.

"mm...but baby it's getting really hot here, and i really really want you." you stand on your tippy toes, pouted lips pressing against his ear as you whisper into his it.

his anger almost fully vanishes, gone with the guys who 'insulted' you. now his anger changes to something else, something more...dangerous.

to you, that is. cause you won't be walking for the next few days.

shidou who after tussles with people, lets you nurse him back to health. loves when you play doctor cause he get's all of your attention to himself.

doesn't matter if it's a bruise or if its his cut up knuckles, you tend to all his injuries with loving care. of course, you don't really know what your'e doing but it's the thought that counts! and he won't stop you when you use cute kuromi plasters on his wounds.

yes they are glittery, and pink and cutesy. yes everyone at training talks about how lovesick he looks when he stares at his fingers. but does he care? no.

[spread-the-influence]

You can post that rant here, pookie. We'll listen 🤭

i've been resisting because i'm trying so hard to just keep this as a blog for the au and the comic itself but Wow it gets so difficult to Stfu with each passing day LMAO i feel like i should just go crazy like i did in the other blog and post my rambles without caring for The Blog's Theme

let me preface this by saying that i will do this without making references to external sources ( gooseworx's tumblr + interviews ) because i don't think you need to hear it from her to know how ridiculous it would be for ragatha to be 100% evil or 100% good .

___ So. a Theme in a story is the Central Idea . it's a concept woven throughout the narrative , and it comes up multiple times to give a Message . a Message in a story is a Lesson . it's what the writer wants to tell you through the story . essentially , think of theme as the Topic and message as The Details . the theme provides the foundation while the message provides the walls , easy peasy

let's apply this to tadc . the theme that jumps out the most , to me personally , is Community . through the fucked-upness of the circus , the thing that grounds the characters is their bonds . even though the episodes would get dark and existential , there's this underlying sense of hope because these characters have Each other .

this is where ragatha comes in ! this woman Craves a community , and that's why she's interesting . she's trying to make everyone like her — even the people whose opinions she Shouldn't care about — to the point that she would act insincerely to achieve that . but this only results in her unintentionally pushing everyone away . and well i've talked before about how her relationship with everyone has Tension .

if she was a villain ... it will Suck ! not just in a writing sense but in a narrative sense , like — if her evil plan was to get everybody on her side then she failed Spectacularly at that . but if her evil plan was to act so pathetic that no one would suspect her then move the fuck over mother gothel because THIS is the most manipulative animated villain of the 21st century

but seriously , it will suck because What Message Is There , and most importantly , how does it play to the Community theme ? oh boy oh boy the nice person is actually mean all along , guess i learned to never trust anybody — in the show about learning to trust people ????? also there's just zero buildup to it . any buildup ragatha has regarding her ' true self ' is just her being Insecure and Anxious , which very much doesn't give off villain energy if you ask me

if she's a pure angel that has done nothing wrong , however , then it's ... not going to be narratively satisfying . while i would prefer this over the reveal of her being a villain hypothetically , it will still Suck because it undermines the Tension and Buildup , if you get me . like wow cool we're getting hints that ragatha's not what she seems , only to find out that ... she is what she seems !

i'll say this setup isn't really building up to Oh she's a bad person ): or Oh she's good (: it's more like Oh this woman needs a fucking therapist we need to give her a support system asap so she wouldn't explode on us .

i'm not going to chalk this up to lack of media literacy ( because personally the phrase ' media literacy ' has kind of became a buzzword that doesn't mean anything beyond ' you're reading it the Wrong way ' which defeats the point of engaging with art ) . i just think people formed an image of ragatha from the pilot , and that was only cemented by her being the oldest woman in the circus + her fussing over pomni . she did seem like a kind caretaker looking out for everybody if you don't read into her dialogue too much . so of course when traits of her that aren't as Kind come out , it stands out .

and honestly ? i've stopped minding it as much — because if i wrote a character like ragatha i want this Exact thing to happen ! i would go HAHA you fell for the character's facade that was meant to be dismantled by the viewer !!!!

[bratbarzal]

https://kawhh.tumblr.com/post/784202736767057920/im-sorry-to-any-anons-on-here-who-will-only-feel

I know you're most likely sick of talking about this by now but this rubs me the wrong way.

Its like she's trying to downplay it all as 'drama' all the time and its getting so tiring. I'm pretty sure i've been blocked as anon even though i was never mean and she won't actually say what is going on or let anyone try and discuss it even though she says she doesn't mind asking for her side on things?

I think it's really hard for me to speak on this element of the situation and not come across as a bitch, or that I'm unnecessarily targeting someone and deflecting blame from the person who is at fault - but I've skipped out on answering a lot of anons who have either sent me links to things (I've said before, this person has me blocked and I can't view them, so I haven't responded) or had something to say about how it's being handled on this end, but ultimately I do think this user is a part of the overall conversation - and I can't really ignore the impact their actions have had on everything that has happened since this all started last month

a point I really want to make by speaking on this is that it's important for everybody that these things are spoken about publicly, and spoken about honestly, regardless of personal bias, because Brynn's actions genuinely hurt people and caused genuine harm to the writing and reading community on here. ignoring it or sugarcoating it does not take away from the pain caused or the damage done, and it's important to look at multiple perspectives to form an opinion

** I never have and I never will condone hateful messages sent to anyone - that is not the purpose of me speaking on this - and I urge people who want to have any conversation with anybody about this to be respectful, constructive, and not to shout over what is a serious point to be made, because it gets us all nowhere **

under a read more because it's long:

will preface by saying, this is not me trying to stand here on my soap box and point fingers and say that anyone is to blame for brynn's blatant and persistent content theft but herself. that isn't why I'm responding to this. and like I said above, this user has me blocked, I have her blocked, there's no other way for me to speak on it but to do so publicly (as much as she might hold the opinion I have no need to do so) and I sort of just want to show how all of this has had a wider impact on others in this space

I'll also preface by saying kawhh has said throughout that she doesn't agree with Brynn's actions, but as I'll explain below - actions speak louder than words, and the words she's said just aren't enough.

for anyone blocked, this is the post in question:

*most screenshots throughout this post are going to look different bc some of them come from others that have sent these to me - oftentimes by people trying to make me aware as it’s assumed they are about me, I don't know if that's the case, and nor do I actually care, this isn’t me trying to insert myself - the general consensus seems to be that anyone who speaks on this situation is a mean girl, a bully, or a bitch, and I think whoever she's trying to apply that to, it's a problematic take to have. I’m including pictures for context because I can’t link to posts.

my first point from this, is that she does have a responsibility to speak on this situation, and the reason I'm so insistent on responsibility and accountability, is because this user has a documented pattern of choosing to ignore and sensor the facts in favour of platforming, enabling and excusing her friend, despite her repeated abhorrent actions

when announcing brynn's return to the platform in a post that was encouraging forgiveness and giving second chances (no mention of all the other chances given for her to do the right thing), there was also no mention of the specific things she did that caused her to delete in the first place. there were several mentions of "brynn's actions" with no specific detail of what those were, and when she was explicitly asked, she then linked to a post which was an apology from brynn (again, not detailing the full extent of these actions, with repeated references to "what she did" or "her actions" and not a single one explaining in clear, direct terms what that was) and an ask she answered that said "she was taking other people's work from other websites and posting it here, at least some of it" - it's a watered down version of the truth used as a manipulation tactic to people who aren't getting the full story to be able to make an informed decision. she keeps adding that "nobody is saying that stops the hurt" but her repeated disregard of the severity of everything does take away from it

the point I'm making here, is that in situations like this - where she was encouraging people to forgive and forget - there needs to be a clear, unbiased reference for what they are supposed to be forgiving and forgetting, and the repeated cover up, in my opinion, was deceptive and manipulative

there were several available, unbiased posts that she never reblogged to her audience - one including a statement from brynn herself, made with the utmost respect on that user's part, and including screenshotted proof and a clear intention for transparency - that she could have linked to, but she repeatedly disregarded these, and even belittled, shamed and blocked the people who posted them on multiple occasions - stating that people were "stirring the pot for drama", "cashing in on drama and poking around" "being rude or bullying" and engaging in "drama book clubs"

several points then stem from things being handled this way

one being the repeated disregard for how many times people did address this privately - there were screenshots in the aforementioned posts circulating at the time that showed this was addressed privately to brynn dating back to 2023, with her continuing to steal and lie - handling it privately was no longer an option

and the second being the way these statements then trickled down into vicious messages spread across to the people who had the integrity to speak on it, and were shamed and ~virtually spat on for doing so

*these are asks that were posted publicly, and I have no doubt don't reflect the extent of how many people this sort of stuff was sent to, I haven't said who they were sent to but if you read this and want me to, I'll happily do so - not including the vitriol that has been sent to me over the last month, because like I said above, I'm trying to make a point of how far and wide this stuff spreads when handled poorly, however (obviously as someone who had to witness some of the things sent my way, it is clear where the source of the hatred came from, and that is not me saying she herself sent any hate, but that her posts inspired such a reaction - including specific verbiage used within her posts/responses)

tying into the above, and going back to my point about responsibility, throughout the time brynn was then gone, this user was encouraging people to send anons to forward to brynn, actively engaging her in a toxic environment that she, herself, said was the cause of her stealing in the first place, didn't give her a chance to distance herself from it or reflect on why she, for so long and without regard for anybody's feelings, let herself be consumed by engagement on this site, and played a big part in her returning to the platform when a lot of her other friends (who have made public posts that I won't link, because this isn't about them) were actively encouraging her to stay away, grow and learn - friends who then faced the same level of backlash and anon hate when brynn returned despite them trying to help in private

*I am basing this off of the excuses that brynn herself gave for her actions, not any assumption or opinion.

*I'll follow on from this by saying, I understand wanting to try and lighten the load of what was happening for her friend, and wanting her to know that there were people that were worried or cared, but if you're putting out statements saying this whole thing was brought on by an obsession with attention, you should not then be weaponising said attention when the girl clearly needed to remove herself entirely for a chunk of time and reflect on her actions - and all of that while continuing to cover up the actual thing she did

**an anon has since pointed out to me that you cannot send an ask, even on anon, if you don't already have an account, meaning brynn was active when she claimed to be offline, had full access to any content kawhh was forwarding to her without the need to encourage anons to get involved, and in my opinion, anon messages were being utilised to garner sympathy and again, manipulate kawhh's audience - this is my opinion, you can make your own mind up on whether or not you believe in those intentions, I don't want to force it on you but I think it's important to include she had a presence when she claimed not to, and at a time when a lot of other people were dealing with the aftermath of her actions unfairly, and I can't speak on whether kawhh would have been aware of this, but regardless, the whole anon thing should never have been encouraged

and encouraging these sorts of asks obviously then led to a premature return (which again, from public posts and private conversations, I know others were actively encouraging brynn not to do), to an audience kawhh had built of people who did not know what brynn did entirely, and were led to believe others being "bitches" was the problem - there is a public response to one of kawhh's posts that I won't sc, bc the user who commented was doing so based off of a lack of information, but this post was basically saying "SHAME ON EVERYONE TALKING ABOUT BRYNN AND BEING MEAN ABOUT BRYNN, YOU WOULDN'T LIKE THE SAME THINGS BEING SAID ABOUT YOU", proving that there was a false narrative that had been created around the whole situation

obviously it caused another wave of hurt and upset when brynn did come back, at which point kawhh repeatedly platformed her, again, never mentioning the specifics or the extent of her previous actions, despite several "explanation posts" from both of them, trying to enforce her own bias on her audience, and reblogging posts from brynn to her audience who she thus far has withheld the complete truth from (which are still on her page at this moment in time, with, again, no acknowledgement of anything that came to light yesterday)

and this is the point I'm trying to make - and why I have a problem with "it's between me, brynn and her friends" - kawhh herself utilised her own following to create a platform for brynn to come back, and to do the exact same thing over again, therefore perpetuating the same hurt to more people than will ever come forward - people came to her for updates on brynn, with messages to send to brynn, and for an explanation of what she did because they trusted her

and while she has said in vague and non-committal phrases, that she doesn't agree with what brynn did, she has never once publicly held her to account to the following she then manipulated into engaging once more

labelling this entire thing as "drama" and acting like she is above it belittles what brynn did, which includes but is not limited to

stealing multiple fics from other platforms

stealing multiple fics from this platform

stealing multiple fics from her FRIENDS

stealing multiple IDEAS from her friends, posted in private forums, and claiming them as her own

using conversations with her friends or posts by her friends to suit her own content, and pretending like they were her own

*also important to use the correct wording - she didn't "copy writing for some of her posts" - she STOLE writing, oftentimes full fic, changing names only, and at this point with all the evidence shown and everyone who has come forward, it was not some of her posts. It spanned asks, blurbs, fics, mood boards etc, and is presumably most of what she posted, including even random things said in a text post and down to random meme reaction pictures used. Her entire presence and most of her interactions with others were based on plagiarism and theft.

all across multiple years, having been confronted multiple times, and all while refusing to actually, explicitly, say what she did whenever she apologised, and who she did it to - and I'll assume (having spoken to double digits at this point worth of people) it's because the depths at which this whole situation spreads would absolutely disgust people. she blocked people who called her out - people who ended up being bullied back into deleting any post calling her out after receiving anon hate and nasty comments - and she played innocent to anyone who approached her (there are multiple screenshots of messages calling her out, and she gives the same watered down excuses in each one)

assuming 2023 is as far as it does go back, people have been bullied into silence, and the point I'm making here, and the pattern I'm trying to show - is that you can see how something as seemingly innocent as not wanting to condemn a friend's actions to others, contributes to them continuing to purposely hurt others for their own gain

too many people have tried to handle this privately, and have ~unintentionally enabled her over time

all of the things said above have directly contributed to a toxic environment for others on this app, where anyone who speaks on it is sent hate, people who were privately trying to support their friend were sent hate, and someone who repeatedly hurt and stole from others was given a platform to do so

like I said in the beginning, I have no delusions that I can say all this without seeming like a bitch, or like I'm deflecting blame from who is truly responsible - and I have no expectations that kawhh will respond well to this, but something needs to be said when she's constantly undermining the situation while lying to her audience, making endless indirects, and all in the name of "staying out of drama land" and pointing the finger at "mean girls"

she is the one who consistently makes an effort to cover up what brynn did, and so when she continues to do it, she should own up to the fact she can't shirk responsibility for her part in it happening again

AGAIN, I don't condone hate sent to anyone - I'm trying to bring awareness to the multitude of ways in which dealing with this situation with such little regard for anyone but brynn, has caused a ripple effect throughout the community, and I'm hoping it opens some eyes who might have been convinced by the deceptive posts made by kawhh throughout this mess that there's more than one side to a story

I also understand this seems like a vast overreaction to this particular ask, but I had a lot of asks yesterday that I didn't respond to until I could gather my thoughts, and am using this as one singular response

[roryslipgloss]

helping jess destress after being picked on by the whole town <3

| gender neutral reader reader, boyfriend!jess, fluff, suggestive content. 1.2k words.

jess can never seem to catch a break. you'd swear there were cameras covering every inch of stars hollow and watching his every move with the way someone would pounce on him if he so much as littered.

he can't go anywhere in this crazy town without being stalked. it's really beginning to piss him off.

at first, it was almost tolerable. he's the new kid, the weirdo from out of town, jess knew he'd get some looks here and there. and when he started to learn more and more about the townsfolk and taylor in particular, he knew he had his work cut out for him.

but seriously, this is getting a bit insane. someone's flower bed gets trampled on? must be jess' fault. mrs. patty misplaces a baton in the dance studio? duh, jess stole it. a bird poops on taylor's car? it must be one of those city pigeons that followed jess all the way from new york.

jess is one snippy comment from taylor ─ or anybody for that matter ─ away from packing his things and leaving.

although jess puts up this stoic, uncaring front, he does care about what people think of him ─ to a certain extent. he really cares about what you think, and you care about the loopy people in this town, so he has to care.

he just wants people to quit dogging on him and assuming that when something goes wrong, it must be his fault.

and on this day, jess has reached his boiling point. he walks to your house, keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact with anyone. he knows you'll be home alone today, perfect for relaxing and snuggling up with you on the couch, and also for... other things.

his knocks twice on your front door, bruised and scabbed knuckles tapping against the wood. when you open the door, he catches you in a kiss before you can speak, melting against you with one hand on your hip and the other on your lower back, keeping you close to him.

"missed you." jess breathes out as he walks you backwards 'til you're pressed against the couch.

"i saw you- mmm- yesterday," you can hardly get your words out with how intensely jess is kissing you. "what's going on, jess?"

he ignores you. keeping you trapped between him and the couch with nowhere to go, jess runs his hands over you, possibly trying to distract you, but more likely trying to distract himself.

"nothing." jess mumbles, though he knows you can tell he's lying, you always know, so he pulls back slightly and lets out a long sigh. "i don't like this town. everybody here is crazy."

"what happened?" you ask softly as your run your hands up jess' chest, feeling his heart beating under your fingertips.

he shivers slightly at your touch, still not used to someone touching him so gently and lovingly. when you run your hands through jess' hair, it's like he melts, leaning against you and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

"nothing happened. it just feels like i can't do anything around here," jess admits and his eyes flutter shut as he relaxes into you. "it's like whenever something goes wrong, it's gotta be my fault. luke doesn't even believe me anymore when i tell him i didn't do anything wrong."

"oh, baby." you coo ever so sweetly at him, fingers toying with the hairs at jess' nape. "let's go lie down, 'kay? c'mon."

you grab hold of jess' hand and lead him to your bedroom. you gently push him down on the bed and get right back to kissing. it's not as quick and needy as the first one, this one is slower and more loving, you can feel jess' appreciation for your kindness just radiating off of him.

"do you want a massage? to help you take your mind off things." you always offer jess a massage when he shows up at your house all stressed and grumpy. and he always accepts.

you have him take his shirt off and lay on his front while you sit on his backside and lather baby oil onto his skin, applying just the right amount of pressure as you work out the knots.

jess is completely relaxed and pliant under you in no time , grunting and groaning each time your palm rubs at his tense shoulders.

"fuck, angel," jess moans, damn near drooling on your bedsheets from how relaxed he is. "your hands... god, they're great. you're great. i love you."

"love you too, babe." you laughs and press a kiss to jess' back, right between his shoulder blades. he's surprisingly sensitive there.

once you're done with his back, you have him flip 'round and you perch yourself onto his lap, getting right back to massaging his lean body.

though as you get deeper into the massage, you can't help but get distracted. every time you dig the heel of your palm into one of jess' tense muscles, he lets out the most gorgeous noises.

sometimes if you press hard enough, you're even rewarded with a tiny whine, which jess quickly covers with an awkward cough. god forbid he gets caught whining at your touch, it's already embarrassing enough that he can't hold back all the other noises.

you're only human at the end of the day, so hearing your very attractive boyfriend letting out even more attractive sounds makes it hard for you to focus.

you press down on a sore spot on jess' chest and he lets out a loud, drawn out moan, a noise that can only be described as delectable. it seems that you’re not the only one getting a little distracted and carried away as you adjust yourself on jess’ lap, causing him to inhale sharply and grip your sheets.

“babe,” jess says, his tone of voice teetering on whiny. “careful.”

the thing is, he’s so pliant and relaxed under you, you’re fairly certain that he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it if you weren’t careful. putting your hypothesis to the test, you tentatively scoot on jess’ lap again, rubbing your butt against his crotch.

a hiss escapes jess’ lips and his legs twitch under you.

“babe, seriously, watch it." jess warns again, though it's clear he's not serious.

another roll of your hips has jess reaching up to hold your waist, struggling to lift his heavy arms up. you've clearly worked some kind of black magic on him with the way he can hardly move, whole body limp as a noodle.

"i have a suggestion." you hum, slowly running a finger down jess' torso, between his pecs and all the way down to his abdomen where there's a thin trail of hair leading below his jeans.

"you know i love giving you massages and all, but i know a much more effective way of destressing. you know what i'm talking about, don't you?"

his fingers tighten slightly on your waist at your words. jess knows exactly what you're talking about.

"okay. but you're gonna have to do all the work, i don't think i can move anymore."

just a few hours later and jess is completely relaxed, all of his stress and annoyance has been coaxed out of him. there's a blissed expression on his face as he slumbers in your bed, snoring not so softly with his face squished against your shoulder.

jess now knows that whenever this town and its people are giving him crap, he can come to you and you'll fix him right up.