#this kind of interaction is what makes him interesting.

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤIRON GRIPㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How would he be when he's obsessed?

☆⁠ NOTES : Of course we have age gap with this man because he's like what, a hundred years old or something. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

It starts small. Almost innocent. A passing glance. A lingering stare.

Erik is a man who has seen too much, lost too much. He’s hardened, unyielding, a force of nature that bends the world to his will. And yet, the moment he lays eyes on you—so young, so untouched by the horrors of the world—something inside him shifts.

At first, he tells himself it’s nothing. He’s merely intrigued. A curiosity, nothing more. But the way you smile, the way you speak with such warmth, the way you look at the world like it hasn’t already burned you to the ground—it does something to him. It makes him hungry.

And Erik has never been a man to deny himself what he wants.

He watches you. Not in a passing way, not with mere interest, but with purpose. You are fragile in a world that is cruel. The idea of you being hurt, of someone tainting that purity, fills him with a rage so potent it vibrates through his bones. You remind him of something long forgotten. Of innocence. Of hope. Something he lost a long time ago, something that should have died in the camps, in the fires of vengeance. But here you are, so much younger, so naïve to the monsters lurking in the world. Including him. He tells himself he’s protecting you. That his watchful eye, his presence, his silent interference in your life is only to keep you safe. But he knows the truth—he is consumed. Every interaction with you is burned into his mind, replayed over and over again. The sound of your laughter is a melody he never knew he craved. The way your eyes widen when you’re excited, the way you chew on your lip when you’re nervous—he memorizes it all. And when other men look at you? When they dare to speak to you like they could ever deserve your attention? His fury is absolute. They disappear. Accidents, he makes them look like. A car suddenly veering off the road. A sudden heart attack. A fatal fall. No one ever connects the dots. But he knows. And he doesn’t regret a single one. You are his, whether you know it yet or not.

He doesn’t rush you. Oh no, Erik is patient. He doesn’t come to you as a predator, but as a guardian. He is gentle, careful, never overstepping in ways you would notice. He makes himself needed. Your world slowly begins to shift, and you don’t even realize it. Friends cancel plans. Opportunities slip away. The life you once had grows smaller and smaller, and Erik is always there, waiting, arms open, a comforting presence. “I worry about you,” he tells you one evening, his voice soft, his touch featherlight against your wrist. “The world isn’t kind, liebling.” You laugh, brushing him off. “I can take care of myself.” A lie. You think you can. But Erik knows better. And soon, you’ll see it too. He begins to show you the ugliness of the world in small doses. A cruel comment from a passerby, an act of violence on the news, the dangers of men who aren’t him. He tells you stories—of the war, of the hatred he’s faced, of the people he’s lost. It makes you cling to him more, rely on him in ways you don’t even notice. He strokes your hair when you cry, whispers promises that you will always be safe with him. That he will never let anyone hurt you. And you believe him.

The moment he knows he has you is quiet. Subtle. It’s in the way you look for him first when you’re scared. The way you lean into his touch without hesitation. The way you never question why he is always there, why he knows things he shouldn’t. It’s in the way you whisper his name when you think no one else is listening. Erik is not a man who shares. He does not know moderation. And with you, it is no different. You are his, irrevocably, undeniably. The rest of the world doesn’t matter—only you. You will never leave him. He won’t allow it. He’s already woven himself so deeply into your life that you wouldn’t survive without him. He’s made sure of it. You don’t have the friends you once did. You don’t have the independence you once craved. But you have him. And in the end, that’s all you’ll ever need.

You don’t realize when it happens. When the world outside of Erik fades into something distant and unimportant. It’s slow, methodical—his grip on you tightening like metal drawn to his will. You still believe you have control, that your choices are yours alone, but Erik knows the truth. You have been his since the moment he decided you would be. Every part of your life is his to command. And still, you don’t question it. When your phone stops buzzing with messages from friends, when job offers mysteriously fall through, when it feels like the universe itself is pulling you closer to Erik—you don’t fight it. Because why would you? He’s always there. A shadow at your side. A force so steady, so unyielding, that you start to wonder how you ever lived without him. "You don’t need them, liebling," he murmurs one evening, his hand brushing over yours. The weight of his touch is grounding, electric. "They don’t understand you the way I do." And you believe him. You move in with him without even realizing it. It starts with nights spent at his place, curled up in one of his expensive armchairs as he reads beside you, the scent of old books and something distinctly him filling your senses. Then, it’s your things slowly migrating into his space—clothes left behind, a toothbrush in his bathroom, personal items that make his home feel like yours. Until one day, you wake up, and it is yours. You never talk about it, never sign a lease, never make a conscious decision. But Erik is a man who shapes the world to his desires, and you are no exception. You belong with him. That’s all that matters. And if you ever tried to leave? If some foolish thought crept into your mind that you needed space, needed freedom? Well. He would remind you why that’s never an option. The first time you try to pull away, it’s small. You mention needing a break, needing to spend some time alone—maybe even visit an old friend. You say it so casually, so carelessly, like you have a choice in the matter. Erik only smiles. A slow, knowing smile that sends a chill down your spine. "Of course, schatz," he says, his voice warm, indulgent. "If that’s what you truly want." But something shifts. The air becomes heavier, pressing down on you like an unseen force. Your keys, the ones you swore you left on the counter, are suddenly gone. Your phone glitches, refusing to dial out. The door doesn’t budge. And Erik? He only watches, quiet amusement dancing in his storm-gray eyes. "Perhaps," he says smoothly, stepping closer, fingers brushing over your cheek, "you should stay a little longer." And you do. Because in the end, Erik always gets what he wants. And what he wants—what he needs—is you. Forever.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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[melwsnt]

LET IT HAPPEN; SAM WINCHESTER

lyric prompt. whatever happens, I’m letting it.

summary. Patching Sam up after a hunt might lead to more than you just complaining that he doesn’t have a shirt on.

a/n. let me know if you’d like a part two🤭 please interact with this :)

Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months.. no amount of time would make up for the fact that being alone is one of the worst feeling a person who loves love can feel.

It was easy at first. You figured being alone wasn’t so bad after a lifetime of being surrounded by people who sucked.

The loneliness started creeping after a couple days, though. It almost felt like you were losing your mind, you were going crazy. It wasn’t like you heard voices- but maybe that wouldn’t have been so bad.

No- it was the silence that freaked you out. When you were about to fall asleep, when you were waking up, the silence in the car, researching, chasing whatever demon or monster you were after.

It almost got scary after a while. You didn’t feel so safe anymore.

You began hunting with people, and now it was just you. At first, you thought, maybe this wouldn’t suck so much. You wouldn’t have someone scream in your ear that you did something wrong constantly, you wouldn’t have anybody teasing you or annoying you. But sometimes you almost missed that.

Then Sam Winchester came along.

His hair, the way he smiled, smelled, made you laugh and made your stomach churn.

The loneliness was gone. You didn’t know how long it would be gone for, but you would take all this time in, make the most of it.

Sam was interesting. He was smart, way smarter than any hunter you’d met. And on the side was Dean, a lady lover, who only cared about getting the job done.

He was nice company, sure. But Sam was Sam.

Sam was like a breath of fresh air. He was like wind on a summer day, and snow on a winter day.

He was like the path leading to your doorway, his eyes were easy to get lost in and his smile, god his smile was to die for.

He didn’t understand how someone like you, could’ve been left alone after all of this.

Your life story was enough to make him want to kill people with his bare hands.

He had this sense of protection over you, he didn’t know where it came from, but anyone who dared hurting you was dead meat to him.

Dean had never seen him like that, and you didn’t know what to think about it.

He was sweet. Too sweet, perhaps. But he had this darkness inside of him you could tell would come out eventually, it was only a matter of time.

But you didn’t want to focus on that.

Those couple hunts you spent together were some of the best you’d had, ever.

That feeling of safety was back again.

The people you were with before didn’t matter anymore, only the brothers did, especially Sam.

Sam was it. You didn’t care much what it was, perhaps maybe just a friend, but you were okay with it as long as he was there- just a part of your life. The feelings probably wouldn’t be reciprocated anyway- that’s what you thought at least.

Then it came to patching them up every now and then after a hunt.

At this point you felt you were part of the family. You’d lost count of how many hunts you’d spent with them. They didn’t seem to mind- and you sure as hell didn’t.

Patching Sam up was always fun. It was also awkward for the most part. Only ever wanting to look up at him, stare at his lips and maybe jump in. But you’d never dare to- it was Sam. You couldn’t just mess things up.

This one was no different, though. The tension in the air was thick, more than it ever had been before.

But it was also comforting, knowing that it was only you and him.

Sam winced as you dabbed a cotton with alcohol on his arm.

He wasn’t shirtless this time, which you kind of hated.

You could tell he was looking down on you, but you refused to look up.

‘Do you miss them?’ He spoke up.

‘Miss who?’ Your eyebrows furrowed in both confusion and concentration over his wound.

‘The people you used to hunt with. You never told me why you stopped.’ That was true. You’d shared a little bit, but not much more was worth sharing.

‘God, no. I’m glad I got rid of them. They were breathing down my neck like I was a newbie, I got tired of being disrespected so I left. Plus, it led me to you guys.’ You smiled though Sam couldn’t see, but he could hear it in your voice.

He only smiled too. ‘Right.’

Sam was glad you were here. Dean had been driving him crazy for a while, no surprise there, so having you around, that kept him sane.

‘I’m glad you’re here, you know?’ You could almost hear his breath quicken.

‘Yeah? So am I.’ You finally looked up. His Adam Apple seemed to be telling you he was nervous, you could tell.

You were no good around nervous people. It made you feel that way too, for some reason.

Sam chuckled, making it feel like the tension had been sucked away.

‘You know, if I have to patch you up after every hunt, you might just call me your personal nurse.’ You laughed and got up, about to walk over to the medicine cabinet to put the kit away, Sam held you back by your wrist.

‘Maybe I’m doing it on purpose.’ Sam teased, though no smile, or hint of funniness could be seen or heard in his voice.

‘Oh yeah? Why is that?’ You teased back.

Sam could feel your pulse throbbing over your wrist.

He took a deep breath before speaking again.

‘C’mon. You can’t seriously be that oblivious.’ A smirk was visible on his face.

It was your turn to take a deep breath. Your voice was suddenly gone. You opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

He took your voice away.

That was ironic.

You could only muster a small ‘Sam’ under your breath.

He had a hint of darkness in his eyes. Not the darkness you’d seen before. This wasn’t anger, or sadness. You just couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was.

Before you could understand what was happening, Sam, still holding onto your wrist, got up and hovered over you.

‘What are you doing?’ Seemingly, your voice was back, though shaky.

‘Something I should’ve done weeks ago.’

Sam’s lips were hot on yours. It took a couple seconds for your lips to move in synchronicity with his. For it to really, get to your brain- to register that Sam Winchester was kissing you.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. About what his lips would feel like on yours. His hands all over your body. You’d fantasized about it, so many times.

His hands moved from all over. One second they were on your hips, your waist, the bottom of your spine, up to your cheeks, and getting all tangled up in your hair.

‘What a shame you have a shirt on this time.’ You laughed breaking the kiss.

Sam reciprocated the action, laughing, then smiling putting his forehead to yours.

Both of your breaths felt heavy, and the tension in the air had changed. It was thicker, but better.

Your eyes were closed, his skin on yours, until you let fear consume you.

‘What if this doesn’t work out.’ It wasn’t a question, more of a concern, an assumption.

Though your eyes were still closed, you could hear Sam take a breath, and squeeze your hands.

‘We’ll figure it out. Alright?’ He had the same question lingering.

‘Yeah. Whatever happens, we’re letting it, for now.’ You opened your eyes to his him looking back at you and nodding. The darkness was still here but it was mixed with sweetness and adoration.

‘Now. About that shirt of yours..’

[i-like-loserz]

So yesterday, I read the recent sub!San, gurl I was so tired all day and needed a break, so thank you for another amazing fic. Okay! I had an… interesting dream about San last night, but not San of Ateez. Choi San as the crown prince of South Korea 🙈 I shared a bit of the dream (honestly, I don’t even know why he was the Prince of South Korea, but it sounded okay cuz it's a dream lol). He was the most desirable, handsome, and kindest prince ever. There was a part where I'm his secret girlfriend, and I was like, ‘Oh cool,’ but also like, ‘How long has this been going on? How did we meet? WTF did I do to win the prince’s heart?!’ your gurl here needs more details and information! Hate that you remembering half of the dream!!! 😤)

Okay, back to the dream, we were at an airport… San held my hand as we walked toward the private plane, looking at me with loving eyes, feeling protective over me. (I’m guessing it's because I’m not Korean, and maybe k-netizens wouldn’t approve of their dear beloved Prince being with a non-Korean original girl 😶 It felt like I was walking into a den of lions) To the public, San was a gentleman with a strong aura but in private with me, he was like a little kitten, vulnerable and super clingy, yet possessive. San was feeling the heavy burden of being a prince and said he had to be ‘a man and an adult’ at all times. He was so smitten with me. He asked me to be patient with him, knowing full well the challenges of being with him. He was so grateful to have met me, saying he could be his true self with me. And he never stopped telling me how much he loved me with every beat of his heart. He feels calm and at peace with me like I'm his beautiful calm spring in his dark storm that came to him like a silver lining 😭😭😭 his words in my dream!!! 🫠

Here’s the spicy part! It’s a sub San 🤭 He’s deeply in love, deeper than the mariana trench. A whiny desperate hungry moaning mess man, and I'm his 'empress' 👁️👄👁️ shit what a dream 😶‍🌫️

PRINCE SAN??? pls im so jealous you get dreams like this 😭 this sounds so much like husband!san looking all intimidating and powerful in front of others, then immediately melting when you're together ☺️

also i'm not sure if you're referring to honey, baby!san or the newest ones -- drunk!san or sleepy!san -- but let's be honest, they're all cute and subby for reader so it doesn't matter! -- my response gets kinda steamy at the end...i can't help it

cw: 18+ pls, prince!san x secret gf!reader, sub!san, hickies, dry humping

i could just imagine the way he'd shower you in affection and gifts, then fly you across the world just to be alone with you (no cameras or prying eyes). he so wants to show you off as his and have you live with him, but the pressure is too much and he knows the backlash you'd receive just by being near him.

no one knows that you are the one taking those photos that are going viral because of how handsome he looks. that you convinced him to interact more with his loyal subjects and show them how down to earth he is. and that you are the reason why he feels a lot more secure and confident in public.

there's something about being his secret girlfriend that's kind of hot. kissing in the shadows or behind closed doors, and knowing that you shouldn't be doing it but you both can't help it. and san is particularly needy whenever he sees you because you're rarely able to meet in private, making every meeting desperate and hot.

even though you can't outwardly show it, you still make your mark in his life. of course, there are the literal marks that you suck into his skin -- from his neck, down his chest, and over his thighs (he whines about how risky you're being, but he secretly craves having the tender bruises as they're physical reminders of you) -- but there are other subtle ways you claim him.

to name a few, there are the matching bracelets you both wear, the cologne you chose for him, and the special shirts you buy that show off his chest...he's like your doll, an obedient man to dress up and accessorize as you please. and it pleases him just as much -- if not, more.

he wants to look good for you.

more than that, he wants to please you.

it's a fact that san is a sucker for praise. he'd probably cum in his pants just from humping your leg if you're petting his hair and cooing soft words at him (spoiler alert: he actually already has done that...he just doesn't want to talk about that time bc he's a shy baby).

the prince may receive praise from the whole country, but his eyes are only looking at you.

[trashytoastboi]

Hi, can I requeste something really fluffy, really High school romance.

I wanna request an S/o with Trafalgar Law, Ace and Zoro confessing their love to S/O, with her being part of the strawhats

Please, I'm dying to see it, good luck with your grades, ly.

Greetings!! So, I found my notes on your request and completely forgot the part of the strawhats. I did however write this with Shojo manga vibes in mind for that whole high school first love kind of vibe. I do hope you enjoy it ^^

Headcanons: Highschool AU! Law, Ace, Zoro x F!Reader confessing their love to her.

> (Female pronouns) <

Trafalgar Law

🍄 Law had always been that mysterious kid, he had a very small circle of friends and everyone could only admire him from afar. Everyone only knew that he was always scoring first on every exam - a typical genius is what they called him. Very few knew him and it always led to others making their own assumptions about him. Some said he’s cold and cruel, others said he’s just quiet and some claimed him to be aloof. 

🍄 However you knew him a little differently. He’s quiet, he’s awkward but you found Law to be very kind. You admittedly felt caught in a weird limbo. You saw how he acted around his friends. It was different from how he interacted with you. He is always sincere around you, not as chaotic as he is with his friends. You thought you were reading too much into things when he did small gestures, glancing over your shoulder to correct a mistake you made in your homework and taking the time to explain it, listening to you ramble on about things he didn’t really have interest in yet he sat and listened intently without complaint. 

🍄 He seemed to be spending more and more time with you. Catching those coy smiles whenever he thinks you’re not looking. Or how he teases you over silly things. He takes time to walk you to class, and occasionally walk you home even though he lives in the opposite direction. You couldn’t help the sneaking suspicion that maybe Law liked you? You dismissed it, he’s just being a really good friend. You knew Law’s kindness and that made it harder to get a read on it sometimes. 

🍄 While you were wrapped up in your own thoughts- Law was caught up in his own as well. He didn’t intend to fall for you. It wasn’t one of those subtle feelings that he was aware of, the realization just hit him all at once and he was shell shocked by the realization. At this point all of his friends knew, hell most of the school knew. It was only Law and you that were in denial about the whole situation. He didn’t like ambiguity, he wanted certainty, so he wanted to tell you his feelings… 

🍄 Law walked by your side, his now usual routine of walking you home. It almost seemed like a whim when he asked you if you two could take a detour. You smiled and happily followed him when he led you to a park, the path was a much longer detour, however you get to walk under rows of cherry blossoms. Around halfway through the pathway, Law stopped and looked up. Probably no better place than this. You turned back, wondering why he stopped walking. Law had the most content smile on his face as he confessed. Telling you how much he’d come to like you and that it was more romantically inclined than he’d like to admit. 

🍄 Law looked nervous, an expression you never thought you’d see on his face. He shifted anxiously while waiting for your response. The silence felt like it lasted forever, Law was near breaking point of telling you to just forget he said anything at all. To be honest you’d be feeling the same way you just kept denying your own feelings. Was there any real reason to deny them now? Law clearly felt the same way. The most joyous moment was watching Law’s face light up and get shy when you took his hands in yours. He had his answer and you had yours. 

Portgas D. Ace  

🔥 Ace, everyone knew him. Most people were friends with him. He befriended every clique, overall he is just a really likable guy. He started out as the class clown and ended up being Mr. Popular according to everyone around him. It’s funny since his younger brother is regarded as one of the most rambunctious troublemakers the school has seen in a long time. His friendly nature made him easy to approach and easy to talk to, he is honest, sincere, earnest and humorous. The perfect combination for someone everyone wants to be friends with. 

🔥 You met Ace when your class shoved their cleaning duties on you and left you to do everything, what usually was a four person job was left to you alone. You swept the class, took out the dustbin, cleaned the chalkboard and rearranged the desks. This went on for a few days and Ace saw you cleaning the class alone again. He dropped his bag off in the corner and without a wasted second he was helping you clean. He wasn’t even in the same class as you. You thanked him and he took that as his chance to start talking to you. The next day before your classmates shoved cleaning duty onto you, Ace was there telling them he had plans with you and whisked you away, leaving your classmates to do their own cleaning for once. 

🔥 While Ace greeted everyone and had a few stop and chats, if he saw you…everyone already knew. He’d smile and excuse himself, running to catch up to you. Instantly settling into your pace and greeting you good morning. He’d always offer to carry your bag and was just so happy to speak to you. When lunch time came around he’d be trying to find you to eat together and loved hearing you talk about anything; how boring math class was, how much homework you had, how pretty the sky looked when you were walking to school. He’d smile and hang on your every word. 

🔥 Ace did not stay in denial for long. He knew exactly how he felt. He’d often tell you that he liked you. However you always took it as a joke because he’d say it when you shared your lunch with him, or even made him lunch on a few occasions. Even sharing an umbrella on a rainy day he’d tell you he’s only sharing because he likes you so much. However he always said it with a laugh so it was easy to think it’s a joke. 

🔥 It was another typical day, Ace came to eat lunch with you and fell asleep. When you woke him up he chuckled in thanks as the bell rang. He’d found his way to resting his head on your lap. He looked up at you, without a laugh - and rather the most sincere smile he told you he liked you. You laughed, and his words “I’m serious” struck you. You looked at Ace properly, he was being dead serious, you questioned every other time and he’d confirmed the same thing. He liked you from the beginning. From the time he saw you sweeping that empty classroom till now, his feelings only grew. “Go out with me?” Ace asked. 

🔥 You paused, your breath caught in your throat. You waited for the punchline if this were a joke. Ace smiled and gently touched your face, his hands were always so warm. “Will you go out with me?” He asked again, his tone gentler and endearing. You nodded, unable to muster the words. You were a little too shocked but all you could do was nod and hug him. The remaining distance between the two of you easily closed as you got a little emotional over hearing him confess. 

Roronoa Zoro

⚔️ Zoro is a bit notorious around school. For lack of a better word he’s a delinquent. I mean that’s everyone’s first impression. The piercings, never wearing his school uniform properly, and his bad habit of constantly getting into fights. He’s usually injured, a bit bruised and battered from whatever skirmishes he finds himself in. He constantly ditches class to sleep and everyone warns you to stay away. He's a no good punk by their standards. He’s got some very close knit friends but they’re all known as troublemakers. You always see Zoro arguing with Sanji but you can tell they’re good friends. 

⚔️ The first time you met, he was lost and looking for his classroom. You told him the directions and yet he came wandering back down the exact same hallway, opposite from where you told him to go. So you took him to the class yourself, and even covered for him saying you had Zoro helping you run errands when the teacher questioned him about his absence. You didn’t really have a reason for doing it, to you it seemed like he didn’t intend to get lost on one of the occasions he actually wanted to go to class. 

⚔️ Zoro always had a cool kind of attitude, nothing could affect him aside from when he got into fights. However around you he seems a little skittish and almost like he forces himself to seem gentler. He’s awkward with showing that he cares but he tries in different ways. If he sees you carrying something heavy, he’ll help you carry it. If you’re worried about something he’ll listen, if he sees people giving you a hard time, well scary dog privilege? He didn’t realize it himself but he found a reason to be around you more often than he’d like to admit. 

⚔️ Sanji was the one who came up and asked about the cute girl Zoro is always with. The only one he spends time with a lot is you- so the person that Sanji is asking about has to be you right? Zoro stated that you’re a friend and Sanji seemed excited. Asking Zoro to introduce you to Sanji, when he questioned why, Sanji nonchalantly stated that he was going to ask you on a date. This didn’t sit right with Zoro, that’s the last thing he wanted. To introduce you to that damn swirlybrow of all people!? 

⚔️ Despite the very obvious rejection of Sanji’s request, the guy didn’t take Zoro’s hint and practically ambushed you while you were waiting for Zoro. He happily introduced himself and told you how cute you were and that he wanted to take you out on a date. It was so embarrassing, especially since Sanji did it at the school gates and gained an audience of students that were on the way home. Zoro grabbed Sanji by the shoulder and pulled him away. Sanji was a little annoyed and without thinking Zoro practically declared that Sanji can’t ask you out because he doesn’t want to see the one he likes going on a date with Sanji of all people. Cats out of the bag…Zoro practically announced in front of the entire school that he’s in love with you. 

⚔️ You could see the shock in Zoro’s face and the hushed whisper when he said he didn’t want to confess like this. You grabbed his hand and led him away from the school gate. It was a bit of a speedy run before you came to a stop to catch your breath. Zoro still looked a little down, and frustrated. He apologised for saying it so bluntly, so he repeated it, he looked straight ahead at you. Asking if you’d like to go out with him. You were happy to accept and it was a rare sight to see him happy in a shy way.

[cherrribun]

may i request the first years with a merperson!reader? doesn't have to be yuu. i just want to see fishy interactions.

TWST First years x Merperson!Reader

literally at work while writing this prompt out lol. i love fish so much, i actually use to run a twt acct dedicated to daily fish facts!! this was a silly write, enjoy!

Characters: first years (again no ortho😭)

TWS: none!

a/n: im sorry if i mischaracterized you, reader. tried shaking it ip a little qq

Ace Trappola

-ace, seven bless his heart, is so stupid

-he literally has zero inkling of a clue that you are any kind of merfolk at all

-he thinks youre simply strange, and to be fair, most merfolk are on land

-the way you suspiciously eye sushi or honestly any kind of regular lander food makes him question whether or not hes being poisoned

-he once saw you slipping out of the dorms to take a well needed break in some water, and watched you down a potion and slip right on into what you really look like

-yeah he gasped super loud and blew his cover immediately

-a nice little stare off ensued, in absolute silence

-after a second of silence he very loudly goes “oh my cod-GOD, i thought you were just like weird.”

-now this can go one of two ways

-if you laugh and let him have the biggest sigh of relief that you arent mad, he basically runs up to you. Hands on his knees looking at you like a dad inspecting car damage

-he's immediately inquiring about what its like, can he touch you, how are you breathing, do you like the tweels (theres a correct answer)

-he's absolutely geeked if you let him touch your tail, but freaks out and pulls away when he feels your slime coat

-and people say chivalry is dead

-if you continue to stare at him, he starts begging for forgiveness

-lol he's literally on his knees pleading for you to spare him. pleading for your “merm–MERCY!”

-give the guy a break, hes new to this

Deuce Spade

-deuce is physically immune to having a bad opinion

-because of how based he is, he loves your merperson-ness (??)

-you probably didn't try hiding it, i mean, this is. nrc. how would that do you any good

-and if you casually bring it up in conversation, deuce is definitely curious

-but because hes so strict on being a gentleman, he doesn't pry. its rude to do so!

-lord ace could take a page outta this kids book

-but he doesn't act like he doesn't know youre a merperson

-deuce is very considerate about it

-he refrains from eating fish infront of you, doesn't comment on when you’re grumbling about dumb lander rules

- you definitely pick up on this

-and you open up on your own terms, letting him gather information here and there about what kind of aquatic being you are, what your home grove is like, how dehydrated you are at all times

-he keeps a little notebook about all the people around him, and trust, youve got a bajillion pages dedicated to you alone

-he gets the hots for you the first time he sees you interact with other merfolk

-you seemed so natural with them, and far more relaxed. a huge smile on at all time while you made the cutest trilling noises, like you were deep under the blue

-yeah, hes making you the best possible bouquet of roses personally painted red and the coral you told him about from your home grove. what a sweetie

Jack Howl

-you bet your top dollar that when jack gets a crush on you, hes suddenly very interested in swimming

-he would ask you to join him for early morning swim sessions, encouraging you to join him for “one on one training”

-yeah yeah, he just wants to be with you

-hes got a mean face, but a heart of gold, everyone knows this

-after the dogman sees your absolutely intense swimming capacity, he begs you to join other sports

-if you accept, you have your own personal body guard 24/7

-if you dont, well damn, guess hes stickin to the water

-when you're on land, meandering about the savannaclaw dorms, let it be known jacks the first to ask you (dumbly) if its safe for you to be in the sun

-himbo jack who cheered

-after a laugh and reassurance you’re definitely okay, he lowkey still doesn't believe you

-congrats, he now constantly gives you water bottles and whatever food you like

-kelp? seaweed? sea grapes? dulse? hes got you covered

-if you're not very fond of landers, jacks got two big listening ears for your disposal

-though he may find complaints of ‘strange’ traditions a bit….conflicting

-what do you mean you dont understand the loosey goosey lander courting traditions? you're making your wolf bf sad, dont do that

Epel Felmeir

-lol epel is actually terrified

-the guy didnt even know you, and just so happened to make the mistake of walking too close to the shore of the island when he saw the biggest fishy eyes sticking out of the top of the water

-hes running for his life after that

-should he encounter you after the fact while on land, you snicker, asking him about strange beings in the ocean

-yeah he picked up on what you were putting down, he steered clear of you for a good while

-sucks that youre in his flight class, and alchemy class

-you keep teasing him about it until hes close to throwing fists about it (comment on his height and youre a goner)

-ensue vil threatening to kick him from the dorm so on and so forth till he begrudgingly agrees to ignore you

-but word gets around that he got in some shit for it, now you feel bad you jerk (ur not a jerk, reader, im just ur god rn)

-so you apologized to him in traditional merfolk fashion, with the best food you can make and plenty of pearls and shells in a nice little basket

-hes inclined to give you a chance when he sees the pearls, hes a big fan of them despite his insecurities

-it takes a long time for him to become your friend, let alone more, but with enough jewelry and even helping him with class (cheating), he starts to like you!

Sebek Zigvolt

-oh hes delighted to be with someone he views on the exact same level as him

-sebek being half human and half fae feels to be in a bit of an awkward spot between his fantastical heritage and his more mundae blood

-you’re just like him!!

-albeit a bit more aquatic

-outside of your aquatic self, sebek doesn't like water much. lilia enjoys taunting him for this fact, teasing the poor boy to hell and back while he stares at you with googoo eyes from the shore

-however, sebek adores watching you swim about, when not servicing maellus, he actively asks you to swim for him

-you're just so mesmerizing!

-he on a very rare occasion would join you, but not any sort of often. when he does though, he likes to test his endurance for swimming

-give him a run for his money, he’ll never admit it, but he loves the challenge, especially from someone deemed worthy

-when on land, you can find yourself being gifted stones

-pretty uncanny, huh?

-sebeks got a high loving for any non humans, and if you’re in the octavinelle dormitory, youve got a brand new regular in the lounge

-dont you dare tell anyone the mushy way he hands you each stone, looking aside, arm fully infront of him while he drops it into your palm with a little “this reminds me of you” (little is relative, this boy SHOUTS)

-stones turn to shells though,and if you gift him the large stones and shells you find under the water? hes got a curio cabinet full of each one on careful display

[sweetfcwn]

jealous george 🤤

green-eyed - george clarke

okay i kinda loved writing this one. thanks so much for your request nonnie!

george isn’t the jealous type. at least, that’s what he claims. he laughs off the idea, shrugs whenever his friends tease him about it, and insists he’s secure—because of course he is. he trusts you. he’s not the kind of boyfriend to get weird about harmless interactions.

except, right now, he’s seething.

it starts at the party, some casual get-together at a friend’s flat, the kind of night where people squeeze onto couches and sit on countertops, music thrumming low in the background. you’ve been at george’s side most of the evening, fingers brushing, easy conversation flowing. but then you wander off, pulled into some discussion across the room, and that’s when he sees him.

some guy—one george doesn’t recognise—leaning just a little too close, laughing a little too hard at something you said. you’re smiling, head tilting slightly as you listen, fingers wrapped around your drink.

george feels it immediately, the clench in his jaw, the slow burn creeping up his spine. it’s not even about trust—it’s about the way this guy is looking at you, like you’re the most interesting person in the room. because you are, obviously. but george doesn’t like the way he’s noticing.

he tells himself it’s nothing. you’re just talking. you’re friendly. you smile at everyone like that.

but then the guy leans in a fraction more, says something low, and you laugh—not just a polite chuckle, but a real, genuine laugh.

george grips his drink a little tighter.

“you alright, mate?” max asks, amusement flickering in his eyes as he follows george’s gaze.

“fine,” george mutters, but max just snorts.

“you do know you look like you’re about to murder someone, right?”

george rolls his eyes. “i’m not—” he exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. “it’s just—who even is that?”

max shrugs. “dunno. friend of a friend, i think. harmless, though.”

george doesn’t respond. harmless or not, he doesn’t like it. doesn’t like the way the guy is watching you, doesn’t like that he’s the one making you laugh right now instead of him.

he’s being stupid. he knows that. but knowing doesn’t stop the feeling.

you glance up then, scanning the room, and when your eyes land on george, something in your expression shifts—like you see it, the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers drum against his glass. your smile softens, and then, without a word, you start making your way over.

george exhales, forcing himself to relax. he won’t make a thing of it.

but then the guy—fucking hell—leans in again, like he’s about to say something before you leave, and that’s it. george doesn’t even think before he moves, slipping through the crowd with an easy, practiced stride.

you’re mid-sentence when george reaches you, but he doesn’t give the guy the chance to drag it out any longer. instead, he slides an arm around your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of your shirt, his presence solid and unmistakable.

“hey, love,” he says, voice smooth, casual, like he’s not seconds away from throwing a punch for no reason at all. “was wondering where you got off to.”

you blink up at him, amused. “i wasn’t far.”

george hums, barely glancing at the guy before pulling you closer, his hand slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to rest against your skin. it’s a small thing, subtle, but it sends a message loud and clear: mine.

“you good?” you ask softly, leaning into him.

he knows what you’re really asking. knows you see it, the sharp edge to his mood, the way his fingers tighten just a little at your waist.

“yeah,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple, lingering just long enough to make a point. “perfect.”

the guy clears his throat. “uh—i was just telling them about this ridiculous thing that happened at work.”

george flicks his gaze over him, finally. “yeah?”

“yeah, it was—” he hesitates, looking between you and george, clearly sensing the shift. “uh, never mind.”

george smirks.

you roll your eyes, amused, and murmur, “really?” under your breath as the guy makes a quick exit.

george just squeezes your waist. “what?”

“you know what.”

“i was just saying hi.”

you huff a laugh, turning in his arms so you’re facing him properly. “you glared at him.”

george lifts a shoulder, unbothered. “did i?”

you give him a look, but there’s a fondness in your eyes, like you’re more entertained than annoyed. still, you reach up, brushing your fingers along his jaw, grounding him in the way you always do.

“you’re ridiculous,” you murmur.

“i just didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” he admits, quieter now, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your back.

you tilt your head. “and how was he looking at me?”

george huffs. “like he thought he had a chance.”

your lips twitch, like you’re fighting a smile. “and he didn’t?”

george leans in, voice a low murmur against your ear. “not even for a second.”

you shiver, and he feels immensely satisfied about it.

for a second, neither of you say anything, the noise of the party fading into the background. george watches you, the warmth in your eyes, the curve of your lips, the way you fit so easily in his arms. his mood has already shifted, the tension bleeding out of his shoulders now that you’re here, touching him, his.

“you’re an idiot,” you tease, but it’s soft, affectionate.

george smirks, pulling you even closer. “maybe.”

you press up on your toes, brushing your lips against his, slow and teasing. “but you’re my idiot.”

george hums, chasing the kiss properly this time, hands settling at your waist. when he pulls back, he’s smiling, easy and satisfied. “damn right i am.”

and just like that, whatever jealousy he’d been holding onto disappears, slipping away as quickly as it came—because at the end of the day, there’s never really been a reason for it.

you’re his. and he’s yours.

end of story.

[marzipanilla]

: D yessss. Enjoy Pushing Daises. how is the House MD watch going btw? that still on xD

Nolan not shivering but having to consciously vibrate is amazing lol. like. I'm just imagining him stepping out of a cold shower, vibrating, and suddenly the bathroom is a steamy sauna 'cause he fucking superheated the water off himself. him vibrating in a body of water until it starts to boil... that being how he heats stuff up around the house while debbie is just like... how is this pot boiling if the stove is off... have I talked about the cooking a turkey by slapping it thing w you or was that someone else I was chatting spec bio w ??? lol

anyway he should be able to cook things by hitting them w his hand, a la that one kind of shrimp that kills and cooks its prey by punching it so hard. fighting viltrumites should be dangerous not just bc they can punch through you. the heat build up from the force should be insane!! again their slaps can cause earthquakes and their punches bbqs. the ground shouldnt just be broken under them, it should be superheated glass!!

why would they need to learn nuclear fusion and build energy facilities when they can just clap hard enough to mimic a fucking atom bomb. they truly could have the strangest most ass backwards society if you really wanted to get into it, bc so many of the 'necessary' side trajectories other species have to work towards in order to create tools would be utterly bypassed by them. like what the hell kind of society develops from a ppl who have spaceflight before they even need to think about making fire??? they dont need to cook bc nothing can poison them!! what does a society not based off the production of food to support itself even look like!!! ahhhhhhhhgfjhfhjdhdjdhrj anyway...

Nolan 10000% does not know how to drive/operate a car. I can fly Debbie. I do not need to use your primitive machines. waste of time, moving on. he dislikes people who try to get him to go on planes. ppl assume he's afraid of flying and Debbie thinks that's the most hilarious shit ever.

I think Nolan would have had the same degree of mental breakdown at the end of S1 if he had just been having regular chess matches in the park w someone for 20 years. that man was so insanely starved for literally any kind of trust and intimacy. he just stumbled into having a fucking family so thats the dynamic he got. like I don't think this man has literally ever experienced someone being happy to see him until he came to Earth.

I also think his early concept of personhood for ppl was v dependent on time spent. like. if i know you, you're real, if I dont youre a very killable npc. I also think his use of violence is neutral/barely violence from his pov. you don't think of flicking an ant off your knee as violence! i've def seen ppl give him a 'fighting/killing/facing a challenge' is an itch he needs to scratch, but I just don't see him that way. its the tool he was most prominently taught to use! its how he mostly interacts w the world! but I don't think he has much of a personal interest in it, per se? He definitely had a bug up his butt about proving himself to Viltrum, and Viltrum told him violence was how he did that, but violence would also be their answer to failure. so as long as he stayed ahead of the violence, he was good, y'know? or its almost like... death and violence are separate things to him. violence can result in death, but death only happens to ppl and most things he meet arent ppl.

like he could try and course correct mark w violence bc that was what viltrum would do- but he couldnt let him die bc he was a person- but death is something they would bring. Nolan's just never seen them do it to a person before. in his head he's killed, but he's never killed people y'know? not in his worldview.

Due to his writer career I do think when he was little, like pre-powers maybe not much after, I think he liked to journal and record shit. his sci-fi was actually memoirs and his travel guides were fucking real world places he went to! i dont think he likes to make shit up, he just likes to record things. if he wasnt from a violent militaristic society he would have been an ambassador, fr. I think this man would vibe w The Little Mermaid and not fucking get why lol Mark wants to watch something else as a kid and Nolan is just like no. we are watching the one w the fish girl who collects human artifacts. Nolan not getting why Part of Your World makes him emotional. and thus Mark's penchant for imprinting on redheads also comes from somewhere...

hybrid Mark's dentist thinking the kid's jaw must have been shattered but no, he doesnt have a jawbone, he just has teeth. how they managed to grow into a proper jawbone shape he has no idea.

poor little mark able to run around at the height of summer and be totally fine but the moment it gets even slightly fucking cold he's turning fucking blue. its why he layers up his outfits ! we've cracked canon : p its why he wears a sweater all the damn time over long sleeves. it doesnt even occur to him to change outfits until one day he realizes since he got his powers he isnt so damn cold all the time.. or him getting the very shitty human viltrumite combo of being constantly sweaty because his body just wants to always be colder. damp Mark. makes it awkward to have friends when you look like a damp paper towel all the time and no one wants to shake your clammy hands. him just trying to douse himself in antiperspirant once he gets older. then his skin is just gross for different reasons.

Poor Peter. finally works up the courage to be like, I can't really tell you why, but I think your husband is Dangerous and I know its not my place but I am Concerned : / and Debbie who saw her husband toss a tank at someone on the news the other week before she flipped the channel to have something nice on while she was cooking just being like, yeah ??? it's fine : ) Peter webbing his own face for earplugs bc he's staying at the same hotel as them. he tries to escape it by going out on patrol while traveling but since he doesnt want ppl to know spidey is apparently world trottiing w peter parker he puts on a different outfit and suddenly the gda is on his ass again but this time its bc they think hes a new hero lol no escape.

omg. villain lair real estate Debbie having her son build elaborate diamond statues for clients. Mark did it for awhile, but he just wasn't sure if it would stay fun for long so he moved on, yknow? Rex just having to be like, did you make the giant supersized diamond drill bit that was almost used to cut me open last week?? and Mark just being like, hmm.. idk. maybe? it just wasnt active enough for him, he wanted a career where he wouldnt have to sit at a work bench.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[asexual-fandom-queen]

Listen, Doctor Odyssey does a lot of stuff that pushes the envelope for representation, so I will make it clear that I don’t think they’re doing this on purpose (because some things I do think they’re doing on purpose) but actually, I think it’s so interesting to consider Ray as a clue to the audience that Max is also autistic. 

I’ve talked about my autistic Max headcanon a bit before. He’s obviously very driven and focussed about things he’s passionate about, like medicine (a special interest, one might even call it) and because his career in medicine has allowed him to rise to a certain social standing, from the outside, you could easily mistake him as being very comfortable socially, but when you actually watch him, you see that it’s the opposite. Max has gotten by his whole life masking. And you can see where that mask starts to chafe when he deals with Tristan and Avery, who want things from him that go against all the societal norms he taught himself so religiously to uphold, regardless of what he might actually want. 

You can see it right now in the way he’s fumbling to handle Avery‘s pregnancy the way she wants him to. He has the script as a doctor that he uses with pregnant people, and you see it trip him up time and time again that it’s what he’s falling back on when that’s not what Avery wants or needs from him. And you can see how much that frustrates him when she calls him out and he realizes that he’s messing up.

Then you see it in the way he interacts with Brooke. I feel like when you’re really looking for it, it’s so obvious that he’s struggling to separate chemistry that is about a shared interest from sexual chemistry. Not to say that he and Brooke don’t have sexual chemistry, but just that he’s clicking with her so well as one surgeon to another, and that kind of shared energy is intense and hard to separate from a romantic advance, especially if you’re the kind of person who maybe deep down doesn’t fully mesh with the whole idea of monogamy.

So you have this moment where Tristan says about Ray point blank “I didn’t realize” and that’s the confirmation for us as viewers that this show respects the diversity of its characters and doesn’t need you to clock a character as autistic right away for them to still be autistic.

Anyway, this might not be coherent because it’s late at night, but that’s my two cents. In a perfect world if I were in the writers’ room, Max would absolutely be autistic, and the process of unmasking and exploring his sexuality and entering into a polyamorous relationship would all be going hand in hand in hand. 

[thekatea]

Character analysis - Da On

Episode 6 was so wild I've spent 3 hours writing character analysis: one for Da On, one for Jae Min and one for Su Hyeon. I needed to collect my thought, now I'm sharing my subjective take on them.

I understand a lot of people are frustrated with his “lack of action” and passiveness when interacting with Su Hyeon and how blind he was about Jae Min’s schemes. But let’s put that behavior in the larger context. Da On was neglected throughout his childhood - growing up with a father who was addicted to gambling and a passive mother who did nothing to help her family, as his sister said - just lying down crying. It’s obvious he did not receive much love and support as he was growing up. He did not have healthy relationships examples, hence for him it’s hard to judge what is good or bad, appropriate, real care and manipulation etc. No one knows what is right, you learn by experiencing it. If he never experienced real care, how would he know if what we receive is right or not?

For specific “relationships” Su Hyeon is not some random dude that showed up at Da On’s life and right away turned aggressive. He was his beloved hyung during university. They knew each other for 7-8 years. He liked him. From the flashbacks we can see he was pushy, borderline disregarding Da On’s feelings (the library scene with the ring would be a good example), but it was never aggressive in the past and knowing Da On liked him, it might even be seen as a possessive flirting. He was someone who protected Da On.But he was also someone Da On never thought he could have, since he was in a “relationship” with Jae Min. And then he was gone after that “beating up a guy” moment. Probaby without much explanation. He never got a real closure. He saw someone who was taking care of him almost kill a man, and then he was gone.

And now he is back all angry, aggressive, possessive and with so much actual power over Da On’s life. He is not someone you can just say: fuck off, because the consequences might be: you losing your job, you being completely blacklist from the industry you work in, someone getting serious hurt or even potentially killed. Su Hyeon is not some ugly ass bitch that hit on Da On in a bar, someone he can reject and move on with his life. Su Hyeon is someone with great social, economical and emotional power over Da On. So from Da On’s perspective, with his lack of support system in literally all areas of his life, all he can do is de-escalate while trying to keep Su Hyeon in check so he won’t cross the line too far. He was not completely passive, agreeing to each and all Su Hyeon’s requests and demands. He set as much of a boundary as he could at any given moments - sometimes it was telling him strict no when they were in public place and Su Hyeon could not hurt him, but sometimes when they were alone, it was being passive, because he knows how aggressive and fucking nuts Su Hyeon can be when he does not get what he wants.

And that’s why he did not try to push away Su Hyeon when he forced that kiss on him in the beginning of episode 6. Because the consequences might have been worse than said kiss. He is traumatized by Su Hyeon's past and current behavior. He cannot predict when he will lash out next time, and how it will end, It’s not a unique behavior. Many victims of sexual assault do not fight their abuser out of fear of the escalation of the situation. It’s still not their fault, they were still assaulted. Being passive out of fear is not consent.

Moving on to his “situationship” with Jae Min. Initially he might have been the one who Da On liked. I am honestly not sure if at first he just admired him, or he truly had a crush on him. But it also does not matter much. Jae Min was kind and helpful hyung who was the first person in his life that offered him help, who seemed more interested in just making sure he improves and is in a good place, than gaining anything from it (free tutoring being the case). By all means he was the tiny part of normalcy in Da On’s life. For the longest time the only friend. Jae Min is extremely good at hiding his true nature. There was no reason for Da On to suspect anything. But since Jae Min always treated Da On as just a friend, he moved on with his romantic feelings - and started to like Su Hyeon. From Da On’s perspective, not much happened or changed even when Jae Min was “dating” Su Hyeon. He still admired Jae Min, he was this constant part of his life. When something seemed wrong between Jae Min and Su Hyeon, he was on Jae Min’s side, even when he liked Su Hyeon. Jae Min was the good part of his life.

I can easily see how his feelings started to grow after Su Hyeon left. He was left with Jae Min and Jae Min alone in his life. And I’m sure Jae Min made sure it was the case for years. After what happened with Su Hyeon, I’m sure he made sure to not make the mistake of letting Da On get close to anyone else. So Jae Min was literally all Da On had. And he never did anything wrong. Not once. But maybe he did? It’s obvious he crossed the boundary Da On tried to set countless times. How Da On told him not to get involved with his family, and Jae Min kept doing that. And it made Da On feel so in debt and guilty. And that made him feel like he is connected to Jae Min even more. Jae Min And Da On had no one in his life to call Jae Min’s actions out. To question the validity of his “help” and the true goals he might have. To show Da On how sneaky and manipulative he is.

But also, even if someone did, I don’t think Da On would listen. Why? Because Jae Min was the only person in his life that cared for him, stayed with him, and did not leave. turning his back on Jae Min would mean being comp;letely alone, and being alone is fucking scary.

And that leads me to why Da On had no issue pushing Jae Min off of him when Jae Min kissed him - because he never, not once saw Jae Min being aggressive. He never feared him. He had no reason to think pushing Jae Min away might put him or someone else in danger. It’s not like Da On did not push away Su Hyeon coz he liked the kiss, and Da On coz he did not. He just felt more safe to react in one situation compared to the other.

And then we have Seong Hyeon who showed up and Da On was “confronted” with what true selflessness means, true care and genuine feelings. And that’s when he slowly started to see that what was between him and Su Hyeon and him and Jae Min was just wrong. That’s when he started to set boundaries. That’s when he for the first time told Jae Min “no”. Because he experienced what a healthy friendship/relationship should be like. BUT you cannot just change your personality in one day. The bad habits and the passiveness caused by neglect, manipulation and trauma does not go away just because you were confronted with them. He takes tiny steps to improve his situation, but also himself. He falls back into bad coping mechanisms out of fear. Because change and healing takes time.

And that’s why he tries to push Seong Hyeon away, because at the moment it is the only way he knows how to protect him. He does not understand quite yet that Seong Hyeon truly likes him. He does not want him to be hurt, simply coz he feels pity for Da On and wants to help him. So he willingly locks himself in the cage with the abuser, and leaves Seong Hyeon safe, outside of it. He is yet to understand that he could lock the abuser, while stepping out of the cage himself. Tho from the end of episode 6, we might see actual progress in that area so yey!

Anyway, Da On is a dude that experienced a lot of trauma and neglect, had no examples of healthy relationships in his life, had all the burden of supporting himself and also worrying about his sister. He was a young guy who, as far as I see it, was groomed by two influential seniors into an easily manipulated and put in place possession. He was in that cage for years (7+, with Jae Min probably longer since they met when Da On was still preparing for university). You cannot heal, move on and set strict boundaries in a day. I honestly think he actually does so much better in this situation than the MAJORITY of people would. No matter how I see him, I do not think he is weak. The fact he did not break down yet for me proves he is strong. He just needs some guidance, be confronted with good experiences and behaviors to see how bad his situation is, so he can make a conscious choice to leave.

[rottenherbs]

Godrics Gift (pt.3)

Paring: S.B x Hufflepuff! Reader Tags: fluff / heart ache / miscommunication / yearning Summary: Sirius becomes increasingly distracted by his growing feelings for Y/N, leaving anonymous notes and drawing her picture in Herbology class, while struggling to focus on his work. Meanwhile, Y/N starts to notice his attention, feeling torn between her growing affection for him and her reluctance to believe he sees her as more than just another passing interest W/C: 3.1k A/N: anyone else blushing? no.. okay just me [masterlist] Much love, Saige

The morning air was crisp as you entered the Great Hall, the usual hum of conversation surrounding you as students filtered in for breakfast.

The long tables were already filled, and the chatter of your fellow students blended with the clinking of silverware. You made your way to the Hufflepuff table, exchanging nods with a few friends as you slid into your seat, relaxing as you found comfort in the routine of it all.

But your mind wasn’t entirely on the food in front of you.

Your eyes kept drifting across the hall, drawn inexplicably to the Gryffindor table. Sirius Black sat at the far end, a quill in his hand, scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment. His head was down, a lock of his dark hair falling across his brow as he concentrated on whatever he was writing. The sight of him felt oddly familiar now, almost comforting in a way, But what caught you off guard was the strange sense that this time, it wasn’t a note you would find later. This was a real, unspoken interaction.

Your gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than you intended.

And in that moment, your eyes met his.

It was brief—just a flicker, like a spark that caught the corner of your vision—but it was enough. Your breath caught; your heart skipped a beat. For an instant, you saw the corners of his lips twitch, as if he’d been waiting for you to look at him.

His usual carefree, cocky expression softened for a fraction of a second before he quickly glanced back down at his parchment, his quill continuing to move rapidly across the page.

You felt a sudden warmth creep up your neck, and you quickly looked away, pretending to focus on your plate. But your mind was racing.

Had he been watching you the entire time? Or was that just a fleeting moment. Just one of those instances where you convince yourself things are happening that might not be.

You tried to calm your nerves, pushing your fork through your eggs, but you couldn’t ignore the little flutter of excitement in your chest. You’d gotten so used to the secret exchanges through the notes, but this—this was real.

He had seen you. He noticed you.

You couldn’t help but wonder what he had been writing just then. Was it another note? Or something entirely different?

Your curiosity gnawed at you, but you didn’t want to be obvious about it. He was Sirius Black, after all. The boy who could have any girl at Hogwarts and did it easily. The boy who had a way of making everyone feel like they were the center of his attention, only for it to disappear the moment he moved on to the next one.

You weren’t going to be another one of those girls, it was easier to protect yourself from the heartbreak.

As you tried to push the thoughts aside, you stole another glance in his direction. This time, he was still writing, his brow furrowed as he focused on the parchment. You couldn’t make out what he was writing, but you saw how his hand moved with a kind of determination, his fingers curling around the quill, a small crease between his eyes as he took breaks, examining his work.

Was he writing for you? Did he even realize you were watching him? The thoughts raptured your attention, unable to stop the questions and queries from popping up.

Sirius had always been a mystery to you. The confident, charming Gryffindor with a knack for pulling everyone into his orbit. But the notes… the notes had changed everything. They were different, more genuine than anything he had ever shown in person. You didn’t know how, but you had begun to see a side of him that no one else got to see. A side of him that was thoughtful and almost… soft.

Your heart skipped again as you realized that, without meaning to, you had begun to look forward to the little exchanges. They were becoming more important to you than you’d care to admit. You hadn’t expected to care so much, but there it was. Every note, every word written felt like an invitation into something deeper.

And now, you were sitting across from him in the Great Hall, the tension of that brief moment of eye contact still hanging in the air. You didn’t know how you’d gotten here, but you could feel the subtle pull between you, the way the notes had started to bridge the distance.

As the chatter around you grew louder, you tried to push the thoughts away, focusing instead on the conversation with your friends, the food, the normal, everyday things. But no matter how much you tried to focus, your eyes kept drifting back to the Gryffindor table. And each time, you found Sirius with his head down, writing.

But this time, you couldn’t help yourself.

You felt the soft heat of a smile tug at your lips. Slowly, so subtly it would be hard for anyone to notice, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked up just enough to meet his eyes again.

This time, you didn’t look away immediately.

His gaze flickered toward you, just for a moment, before he seemed to compose himself, clearing his throat and looking down at his work again. You were sure your heart was hammering now, but you couldn’t help but wonder… was that a smile, or had you imagined it?

Either way, the moment lingered. And for the first time since the notes had started, you realized you wanted more than the anonymous words on paper. You wanted to hear his voice, to see if he could be as real with you in person as he had been in his notes.

But for now, all you had was the brief connection—the brief, lingering look across the table.

And that was enough for today.

—————

Sirius had been so absorbed in his work that he barely noticed James approaching him until the loud scrape of a chair pulled him from his focus. He looked up, surprised, his quill still hovering over the parchment, the ink smearing lightly as James bumped the table lightly into his wrist.

James grinned, flopping into the seat across from him without ceremony. “I see you’ve been busy, mate. What’s that you’re working on?”

Sirius blinked and quickly dropped his quill, trying to cover the page.

But it was too late.

James leaned in, his eyes narrowing with curiosity as he caught sight of the unfinished sketch. A gentle sigh of realization escaped him. “Hold on… Is that…?”

Sirius groaned, dragging a hand down his face in embarrassment. “Don’t—”

But James was already grinning widely, unable to suppress his amusement. “No way. You’re drawing a girl, aren’t you?”

Sirius’ heart skipped, and he straightened up defensively. “It’s not what you think, Prongs. I wasn’t drawing her—just… sketching. It’s a random thing. Nothing to it.”

James raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Right, because every sketch you do is a random, unplanned masterpiece of a girl you’ve barely spoken to. Come on, mate, you’ve got it bad, don’t you?”

Sirius rubbed his neck awkwardly, his usual confidence faltering for a moment. “I’m not sure what you mean,” he muttered, trying to act casual. He glanced at the unfinished picture, but his gaze immediately flickered back to his parchment, half afraid James would pick up on how much thought had gone into it. How much care. The way he had drawn her smile, the curve of her cheek, the way her hair fell just right—details that only came from paying far too much attention.

James, of course, wasn’t fooled for a second. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Sirius, mate, come on. I’ve known you long enough to see when you’re really into someone. Is it her? Y/N?”

Sirius felt his face heat up, and he quickly snapped the parchment in half, crumpling it up and throwing it into his bag. “I told you, it’s nothing. It’s just a drawing.”

James didn’t back down. He sat back in his chair, arms folded, watching Sirius closely. “Alright, if you say so. But you know, it’s pretty clear you’ve been leaving her a lot of notes too, right?”

Sirius froze, his eyes darting to James’ knowing grin. “You’ve noticed ?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual. He hadn’t expected James to catch on to something so subtle. But then again, James was always perceptive, always able to spot the smallest shift in someone’s behavior.

“Well, yeah,” James replied, his grin turning into something a little more thoughtful. “You’ve been sneaking them into her books, right? Little messages here and there… you’re not exactly subtle, Padfoot. You write them in your bed, both you and i know you don't do homework in bed”

Sirius’ stomach twisted uncomfortably. He hadn’t realized just how obvious it had become. He wasn’t trying to hide it, exactly—he just hadn’t thought James would pick up on it. After all, it wasn’t like he was trying to make a big deal out of it.

“You think she knows it’s me?” Sirius asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. The idea of you figuring it out made him feel… vulnerable. More vulnerable than he’d ever been with anyone.

James raised an eyebrow, giving him a sly look. “I’m not sure. But I think she’s noticed something. I mean, who else would take the time to write such… detailed notes? Not many people are paying that much attention to her. And I’ve seen the way she reacts when she finds one of them in the library. It’s like… she’s trying to be all calm about it, but there’s something else there. She’s definitely interested, mate.”

Sirius couldn’t help the small rush of hope that fluttered inside him at James’ words. But then doubt crept in again. “She’s probably just humoring me. She’s probably not even interested, honestly. I’ve seen the way she looks at me in the hallways. She’s always so poignant, like she’s waiting for me to pull some grand trick or something.”

James shook his head, his usual teasing tone replaced with something softer. “Sirius, you’re overthinking it. Y/N isn’t like the other girls, she’s not going to fall for that crap. But I think she sees you. Not the Sirius everyone else sees, but the real you. The guy who’s thoughtful, who has more depth than anyone gives him credit for. She’s probably just scared of getting too close—doesn’t want to be another one of your little quips.”

Sirius paused, letting the words sink in. It wasn’t often James spoke to him with that much sincerity. He was always the jokester, the one who could turn any serious conversation into something ridiculous. But there was truth in what he said. Maybe he hadn’t given you enough credit. Maybe all the jokes and games he had played had clouded his judgment.

He let out a breath, glancing at the parchment again—now hidden in his bag—where the image of you lingered, unfinished, like something he was too scared to fully draw. He wasn’t used to feeling this way. He didn’t know how to navigate something so… real.

“I don’t know, James,” he muttered, staring down at the table. “What if I mess it all up? What if she doesn’t want me like that? I’ve been really good at pushing people away just as it gets real..., you know? And I don’t want to hurt her.”

James leaned forward, giving Sirius a reassuring look. “The fact that you’re worried about it shows you’re not the same guy who used to run around breaking hearts. That’s progress, mate.”

Sirius managed a small, rueful smile. Maybe James was right. Maybe he was changing.

Just then, he glanced back up and saw you walking around the Great Hall again, your head slightly bowed as you made your way away from the Hufflepuff table. 

You didn’t look at him, but he could still see the way your hair glinted in the morning light, the soft curve of your profile that had somehow worked its way into the sketch he’d had done.  

He had to do something. He couldn’t keep hiding behind notes and sketches forever. But for now, all he could do was watch you, hoping that one day, when he finally worked up the courage, you’d see him the way he was starting to see you.

—————

It was a cloudy Wednesday afternoon when the combined Hufflepuff and Gryffindor Herbology class gathered outside for their lesson. You could already feel the cool air biting at your skin, but the greenhouse was warm and full of the earthy scent of fresh soil and growing plants. The bright green leaves of the various magical plants around you were comforting, a welcome contrast to the overcast sky. Still, your thoughts weren’t entirely on the lesson.

As you entered the greenhouse, you took your usual place near the back of the class, avoiding the front rows where Professor Sprout usually had everyone work. You weren’t in the mood for close attention today, especially with all the tension that had been building up between you and Sirius.

When the pairings were announced, you weren’t surprised to hear that you were paired with James Potter. It wasn’t a bad thing—James was a good student and an even better classmate—but it meant you would be working right next to Sirius, who was seated across the table from you, paired up with Lily Evans.

Lily didn’t seem to mind it at all. She was talking with Sirius as if nothing was wrong, but you could see the way his gaze flickered nervously toward your table from time to time, almost as if he was fighting the urge to look at you directly. You told yourself you weren’t going to be distracted by him—not today, not when you were already feeling conflicted about his notes and the sudden disappearance of them all together.

You mind was reminded of the last note, tucked safely in your bag just to your left. But was haunted you was that it was given last week... the break of communication made you worried he was over the entire ordeal all together.

James, ever the chatterbox, turned to you with his usual grin, breaking you from your train of thought. “Alright, Y/N. Let’s make this work. I think we can make this a smooth session today, no problem.”

You couldn’t help but smile at him, appreciating his easygoing nature. “Sounds good,” you said, focusing on the task in front of you.

The plant in front of you looked like something between a fern and a cactus—its sharp spines growing out of thick, succulent leaves. You pulled out your gloves, ready to get to work.

James was already talking about something unrelated, but your attention wasn’t entirely on him. Every so often, your gaze would drift across the table, to Sirius, who was trying to focus on the plant in front of him. You could tell he was having trouble. His usual confident posture was a little more slumped today, his fingers twisting a pair of gardening shears in a way that seemed entirely too distracted. Lily was explaining something about the plant’s properties to him, her voice low and calm, but he wasn’t listening. He was too busy shifting his weight from one leg to the other, his eyes flicking over to your table with a nervous intensity.

You couldn’t help but feel a small tug of sympathy for him. Sirius never seemed to be the type who had trouble focusing. It was always like everything around him fell into place with ease. But today… today, he was out of sorts.

You had caught him looking at you in the Great Hall that morning. He had tried to hide it, but you had seen it in his eyes. The hesitation. The way his gaze lingered for just a moment too long. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what had changed, but something was different. And it made you feel… uncertain.

As you tried to concentrate on the plant in front of you, you felt a familiar warmth on your skin. You glanced up and found Sirius staring at you. This time, he didn’t even try to look away quickly. He just looked at you, his dark eyes searching yours, almost like he was trying to find the right words to say. Or maybe he was waiting for you to say something first.

But you didn’t. Instead, you focused on the task in front of you, turning your attention to the plant again.

“Y/N?” James’s voice broke through the silence, and you turned your head to see him looking at you with a raised brow. “Are you with me?”

You blinked, suddenly realizing that you had been staring into space. “Sorry, James. I was just thinking.”

“About someone?” he asked, his voice teasing but gentle.

You froze, your eyes widening. How did he know? You quickly masked your shock with a nervous laugh. “No, of course not! Just… thinking about the plant.”

James just gave you a knowing look, his grin widening. “Right, just the plant.” He clearly wasn’t buying it, but he didn’t press the matter any further, thankfully.

You couldn’t help but feel your face flush under his scrutiny. You were being too obvious, weren’t you?

Meanwhile, across the table, Sirius was still struggling to keep his focus. His hand kept twitching, like he was about to pick up a tool and then set it down again, distracted by something invisible. Finally, after a long moment of this, Lily looked at him with a furrowed brow. “Sirius, what is it? You’ve been spacing out this whole class.”

Sirius didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t even look at her, his eyes still avoiding hers, as though he was too embarrassed to admit it. “Nothing,” he muttered, his voice tight. “Just… not feeling it today.”

Lily didn’t seem convinced. “Well, something is distracting you, Sirius. Are you sure everything’s alright?”

But Sirius just shook his head, looking down at the plant again. “I’m fine, really.”

Your heart tugged a little at the sight of him so out of sorts. You wanted to help, to say something, but what could you say? You didn’t want to make things worse by acknowledging the tension between you two.

You had no idea that Sirius was trying to sort through the confusion in his own mind, his emotions fighting against each other like a storm. He had been staring at you in the Great Hall that morning, hoping to make some kind of connection, but your avoidance had made him retreat back into himself. He had tried to focus on his work, on the lesson, on anything to keep his mind from wandering back to you. But it wasn’t working.

It had been weeks since he’d started leaving you the notes, and though they had brought a certain excitement, they had also introduced a feeling he didn’t quite know how to handle: uncertainty. What was he doing? What was he hoping for?

Sirius let out a quiet sigh, his thoughts swirling like the vines and leaves around him. And despite his attempts to refocus, he couldn’t stop looking at you.

And you? You couldn’t stop wondering what he was thinking.

Neither of you knew yet, but this was the moment when something in both of you shifted, unnoticed by the rest of the class.

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What kind of parents do you think annie and armin would be?

Hello Anon, apologies for the delay in getting back to you.

I am quite delighted that you asked this question because it is near and dear to my heart. What will Aruani be like as parents is one I have discussed at length with notable creators of this fandom. It’s something I love hearing people’s views on.

Starting with Armin strikes me as the kinda guy who adores Danm near everything about being a parent. Given that he lost his whole family at an early age, I can imagine being the only one without a family to go home to in the post-rumbling world does affect him from time to time. But to not only be married to the woman he loves but to also learn that the same woman is carrying his child is gonna be the greatest moment of his life.

Now as a parent, he adores his children, he’s the type of father who has childish doodles and drawings plastered all over his ornate office, the kinda parent who is constantly whipping out photos of his kids to show everyone who will look. He loves coming home from tough days and just immediately going to hug and cuddle his children to show them how loved they are.

Not to say he’s a total pushover, he knows when to be firm when need be but that is seldom necessary.

Annie is an interesting case, given her interaction with Gabi and Falco, I imagine she doesn’t see herself as a “kid person”. I think discovering that she is pregnant will be a major shock for her and will bring up a lot of potential self-doubt. Not coming from a “normal family life” and never knowing her mother I imagine she is gonna be stressed. Once the baby is born I imagine she might deal with some postpartum depression, without going too much into specifics I think Armin is gonna be a big asset in helping her learn her strengths as a mother.

As a parent she strikes me as a “Mama Bear” She mostly lets the children do their thing so long as they're at no risk of getting hurt but will intervene if they are in danger. She’s a firm but gentle parent, making sure the children behave themselves although she is susceptible to bribes when sugary treats are involved. The children adore their mother cause she is a total badass and they love watching her do her fitness routine or doing work around the house. But like I said she’s a “Mama Bear” cause if you try and hurt her cubs in any way, well you better hope they find your body.

All in all, I think Armin and Annie will be great parents. Anon thank you so much for the ask and please feel free to ask more any time.

P.S. Granpa Levi is the best grandpa period.

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Yellowjackets - 03x06 Live Reaction

Really, I appreciate the fact that anyone interacts with my typo riddled thoughts. Makes my viewing experience far more fun. As per usual all thoughts below the cut to avoid spoilers.

I’m curious if the choice to put Thanksgiving (Canada) as the title was because they thought too many people would assume that it was late November and not October

Jeff being uncomfortable with cops after killing one at the compounds is so funny. Like your wife was in a lesbian cannibal cult, get over it lol

We should get a bonus episode where Callie has to learn to use 90s technology to try and listen to this tape

One day I really need to sit down and commit the season 3 opening to memory because every week I feel like there’s a new scene, but I know that’s not the case lol

Nat stays committed to wearing that fuckass tank top. We adding another new shirt to the biohazard collection

Also, Ben stop trying to convince Nat to kill you. Let the poor girl rest

Ohh, they made him a little shelter, how nice!

I’m assuming Ben’s lying to get Nat to kill him, but it’d be interesting if he did actually do it.

Omg TaiVan invoking JackieShauna for Shaunahat, they clocked those fucked up bitches

Also, not Shauna futching out in the winter

Misty truly is one thing if not proactive, of course she has a guy to run DNA

Also Walter, leave Misty to leave her to mourn her girlfriend!

Jeff, maybe stop bringing up that you read your wife’s journals from the most traumatic time of her life

Also, Shauna, I think we can let Jeff fend for himself. You lezzed out in the woods, you can do it again

Jeff seems exactly like the kind of guy to have some stupid shit like a “secret knock”

Not Van and Tai having a nice vacation while Shauna is on the run

Van would have some fucking obscure piece of equipment to play an obsolete tape

Van, I’m going to hold your hand when I say this, your wife’s alter ego is primarily who you are interacting with

Poor Akilah, Lottie let my girl rest!

Ben, you have never looked more cooked

Lottie and Tai lowkey having beef is funny to me

Now Walter, why you dump trash in the street for Misty. That’s fucked up, even for you

It’s so interesting to me how often this season they go from waltermisty to MistyNat in the teen timeline

Omg Travis and Nat interaction, is this the first time they’ve spoken this season?

Lights flickering and an old ass phone going off at Van’s place with static, not ominous at all

TAIS CALLING?!?! WHAT THE FUCK

LISAS BACK

This is the happiest the Shipman family has ever looked and all it took was murder to bring them together

Callie and Shauna are hugging, I never thought I’d see this

Whelp, it was to bug Shauna, but it was still nice

Are they feeding him through a fucking funnel and tube?!

Also, do we think Misty made them wear the masks or Lottie

Shauna and Nat having meaningful prolonged eye contact, I know that’s right

Lottie’s talking to the trees again and Akilah wants to go back to the caves, all good things

Misty, be nice to Lisa, her moms are dead

“I took an Oath…and PTO from work” Misty is so real

That tape is ominous as fuck

Obviously they’ve refined Akilah subjecting herself to the gas to hallucinate method

They are doing some weird things this season; I fuck with it

I guess Nat’s about to mercy kill Ben

Poor Nat, killing another father figure. I hope it was painless for him

Poor Misty, lost her first boyfriend and is maybe ending her wilderness situationship all in one morning

I’m curious if we’ll ever get Misty backstory as to why she gets so upset with herself when she cries

Don’t beat my girl Nat up; she’s trying her best!

Courtney’s Australian accent slipping out when she names Shauna as leader. It’s really been sneaking through a lot this year

LottieShauna content, we are being fed this episode

Shauna immediately handing off her butcher duty, not a sole was shocked

Shauna, let your daughter in! I know you’re scared, but it will feel so good!

I just know Shauna feels vindicated that someone else has to do this

Interesting, Tai and Lottie met up the day of Lottie’s death

Interesting, I’m curious what Van makes of this version of Shauna because it’s clearly not good vibes

Lottie’s voices are back!

And now she’s screaming again, and the voices are screaming back. Slay, I guess

The communal yelling must feel so fucking good

A PERSON?!

[spr1ngtweaks]

Again to say!

William isn’t the type to be overly cold, excessively strict, or unnaturally creepy, especially toward the reader. He has an unsettling air about him, sure, but that doesn’t mean he’s some emotionless, cruel figure who’s always acting like a villain. His character is much more complex than that.

I see him as someone who can be strict when necessary, but in a way that feels natural—more like a disappointed perfectionist than a tyrant. He doesn’t belittle people for fun, nor does he get angry without reason. Instead, he carries himself with a level of self-assurance that makes others respect (or fear) him, but he isn’t outright cruel. His unsettling qualities come from how unpredictable he can be rather than from forced creepiness.

He’s definitely got a presence that can be intimidating when he wants it to be, but that doesn’t mean he’s cold or constantly harsh. He’s still human, with emotions, humor, and even warmth in his own way. He can be strict when necessary, but he isn’t needlessly cruel. If anything, he probably has a level of patience that surprises people, only getting truly serious when it’s earned.

And when he does correct someone, it wouldn’t be in a demeaning way. It’d be more like a reminder that he knows exactly what he’s doing, and you should too. Maybe even with a slight smirk, just to let you know he’s aware of how much power he holds in the situation—but never in a way that makes him some creepy, psychotic figure.

When it comes to his interactions with the reader, I imagine him being a mix of teasing, intelligent, and surprisingly caring in his own way. He doesn’t push boundaries in a weird or uncomfortable way—his presence is more enigmatic than outright disturbing.

Some people take too many creative liberties with his personality, making him feel like a completely different character.

Turning him into someone who flirts way too much—especially in a cringey or forced way—just doesn’t suit him. William can be charming, but it’s a natural, effortless kind of charisma. He doesn’t need to constantly throw out pick-up lines or act like a sleazy womanizer to be interesting. If anything, his appeal comes from his intelligence, his wit, and the fact that he isn’t trying too hard.

And yeah, Then the whole "William Afton is a misogynist" thing and "Afton being a PEDO/MINOR GROOMER"??? That just feels bizarre and unnecessary. Like, he’s literally a serial killer in canon—there’s already enough actual evil in his character. Making him some exaggerated sexist stereotype is completely out of place and feels like an artificial addition just to make him more villainous in a way that doesn’t fit his personality.

He’s not the kind of person who wastes time looking down on people based on gender—he only cares about his own ambitions. If someone’s useful to him, he’ll respect their skills, and if they’re not, he’ll disregard them, but it has nothing to do with misogyny.

And about the "Pedo/rapist" one - that’s one of the worst takes out there. It’s completely disgusting and has zero basis in his actual character. Just because he’s a child murderer in canon doesn’t mean he has any kind of that motivation—it’s a completely separate and unrelated thing. People who push that interpretation are just being gross and completely misunderstanding his character.

William’s actual personality—when written properly—is far more focused on his obsession with control, his intelligence, his arrogance, and his ability to manipulate situations to his advantage. He’s not some mindless creep driven by base instincts; he’s calculated, methodical, and entirely self-serving.

It’s honestly frustrating how often people take his character and twist him into something that makes no sense just for shock value. Like, if they want to write a character with those traits, they should make their own villain instead of butchering William’s personality.

Honestly, it seems like people sometimes forget that making a character "evil" doesn’t mean slapping on every bad trait possible.

William Afton isn’t just some mindless, constantly-angry killer who’d murder you for fun. That interpretation misses so much of what actually makes him dangerous, fascinating, and frustratingly complex.

1. He’s Not Just a Murder Machine—He’s Calculated

William isn’t impulsive when it comes to violence. If he ever hurts someone, there’s a reason behind it. It’s methodical, not just some blind fit of rage.

He’s more likely to study you, understand you, get inside your head first. If he does anything, it’s deliberate.

People think he’d instantly kill someone for being annoying, but honestly? He’d probably just toy with them instead, just to see how much he can make them squirm.

Obsessive & Perfectionist: He’s the type who gets hyper-focused on his work or personal ambitions, sometimes to an unhealthy degree. This perfectionism can make him impatient, but he expresses it in subtle ways (lip biting, tapping fingers, slight fidgets).

Calculated & Manipulative: He knows how to act around people to get what he wants. He can be charismatic, even likable, but there’s always an ulterior motive behind his actions.

Theatrical & Expressive: He has a dramatic flair, enjoying control over situations like a director in a play. He loves to monologue, exaggerate, and sometimes even make light of serious situations with a dry, unsettling sense of humor.

2. He’s Morbidly Curious—And He Loves Oddities

You have weird habits? Strange fascinations? A bizarre way of thinking?

He’d find it fascinating.

He doesn’t judge—it intrigues him. He’d probably even encourage it, just to see what happens.

He enjoys things that break the norm, just like he does.

I imagine if you ever said something wildly strange or dark, he’d just grin, tilt his head, and go: “Oh? Now that’s interesting… Tell me more, love.”

3. He’s Got a Temper—But It’s Not 24/7

Cold but Not Emotionless: He’s not constantly angry, that's exhausting but he does have a temper—it's just more restrained. He won’t throw screaming fits, but when he does get mad, his words become sharper, his tone lowers, and his presence becomes suffocating.

When he does get angry? It’s controlled—the kind of anger that’s low, quiet, and dangerous.

The kind that freezes the air rather than erupts.

He wouldn’t yell like some unhinged lunatic. He’d just go dead silent and look at you like he’s considering what to do next.

But also? He moves on quickly—he doesn’t waste energy on useless outbursts.

He doesn’t lash out like a wild animal—he makes it hurt where it matters most.

In The Fourth Closet, when he pushes Elizabeth, it’s not just random anger—he’s frustrated because she’s challenging his patient, and in his mind, she’s supposed to be obedient. It’s a very controlled reaction, not a wild fit of rage. That moment highlights an important part of his character—he’s obsessively driven by his projects, often to the point of neglecting or dismissing others, even his own daughter. Similarly, in the FNAF Movie, when he yells at Vanessa, it’s because she failed at something important to his plans. He’s not just shouting for the sake of being loud—he’s expressing his displeasure in a way meant to intimidate.

(I dont justify his actions at all, please don't misunderstand what I just said.. Emotional neglect, dismissiveness, and outright physical aggression (like pushing Elizabeth) are absolutely forms of abuse. Just because William isn’t constantly yelling or physically violent doesn’t mean he isn’t abusive in his own way. I think what makes his character unsettling isn’t just the moments where he lashes out, but the neglect itself. A parent who consistently ignores their child’s attempts for attention, especially in favor of work, causes deep emotional damage. Elizabeth clearly looks up to him and desperately wants his approval, but he doesn’t even acknowledge her efforts. That kind of neglect can be just as harmful as verbal or physical abuse because it makes the child feel invisible, unworthy, or only valuable when they serve a purpose (which is sadly what happens with Elizabeth, since she later tries to prove herself in a way that leads to her death). So no, his actions aren’t justified. His obsession with his work and his cold, dismissive nature don’t excuse the way he treats his children. It’s just that I don’t see him as an over-the-top, constantly raging person—I see him as someone whose form of abuse is more quiet, neglectful, and manipulative, only resorting to physical aggression when his control is challenged.)

This actually reinforces my view of him: he’s not someone who yells all the time, but when he does, it’s deliberate, meant to assert dominance and control. He’s usually calm, but when things don’t go his way, that controlled façade cracks just enough to show his true nature.

So, while he can be harsh or even physically aggressive, I don’t think it defines his entire personality. It’s just another tool he uses when he deems it necessary.

4. He’s Not Some Slobbering Creep—He’s Playful & Sharp

The way some people make him a gross, weird, breathing-down-your-neck type of creep is so off.

No, no—William is suave, smooth, and dangerously charming.

He’s the kind of guy who’d say something suggestive just to see you react, then laugh if you get flustered.

If he does make you uncomfortable, it’s probably because he enjoys watching you squirm in a way that’s more of a game than a threat.

He’s not crude or sloppy—he’s theatrical. If he’s messing with you, it’s got style.

5. If He’s Attached to You, You’re in Trouble (But Not the Way You Think)

If he actually cares about you? That’s where things get interesting.

If you do something unexpected, something that no one else does—say, staring into his eyes without fear or responding to his darker nature with curiosity rather than horror—he pauses.

That’s when the game changes.

He wouldn’t just discard you like nothing. He’s possessive, protective in his own twisted way.

If he ever threatened you, it’d be more like: “Oh, darling… do you really think I’d ever let you go? Now that’s adorable.”

He’s not reckless with people he values—he wants to keep them. And keeping someone means keeping them safe.

6. If You See Him—Truly See Him…

This is rare.

Most people see the mask, the charming businessman, the clever engineer, or the cold killer.

But if you look at him and acknowledge all of it—the brilliance, the obsession, the monstrosity—and don’t shrink away?

He won’t know whether to be amused, impressed, or unnerved.

7. Detached from Empathy but Not Without Affection

I don’t see him as someone completely incapable of forming attachments, but his way of caring is… unconventional. He values intelligence, loyalty, and those who intrigue him. If he ever gets attached, it’s more out of fascination than traditional love.

Mannerisms & Speech:

He has a very controlled, deliberate way of speaking, rarely raising his voice unless absolutely necessary.

He enjoys wordplay, sarcasm, and theatrical gestures, sometimes speaking as if he’s on a stage.

When amused or intrigued, he bites his lip or taps his fingers—small tells that betray his emotions.

His anger is quiet, slow-building, and venomous, rather than loud and explosive.

He’s a Man of Control, Not Chaos

A lot of portrayals of William Afton make him overly aggressive, constantly angry, or even abusive shit the fuck out of the reader for no reason (no, but seriously, some things are ridiculously unreasonable????), which doesn’t make sense for his character. The same goes for making him ridiculously flirty to the point of being creepy or writing him as someone who randomly snaps between extreme moods like he’s bipolar.

While William is definitely a complex character with a dark side, he’s also highly intelligent, manipulative, and calculated. He wouldn’t just scream at people 24/7 or lash out for no reason—that's out of character. If anything, he’s more of a controlled, strategic person who hides his true intentions well. If he does get angry, it would likely be in a more subtle, terrifying way rather than constant outbursts.

I personally think his character is more interesting when he’s written with layers—someone who can be charismatic, eerie, and even charming in a way that makes people lower their guard. Making him one-dimensional (either just rage-filled or over-the-top flirty) takes away from his depth.

The scariest thing about William isn’t that he’s loud or violent, but that he’s unpredictable, eerily patient, and always watching. He’s not someone who wastes energy on constant outbursts—he calculates, waits, and acts only when necessary.

Some people write him as this chaotic, rabid, constantly-violent monster. But really? He’s a man of control.

Control over himself.

Control over others.

Control over whatever twisted goals he’s pursuing.

And that’s what makes him terrifying—because he knows exactly what he’s doing.

William Afton doesn’t just seek fear. He seeks power. And sometimes, the most intoxicating power is the control of someone who refuses to break.

If you stand before him, unafraid? If you play his game with equal cunning?

Then he might just fall into his own trap.

[lavenderjewels]

im cool and normal (i repeatedly tell myself ‘yuuji will save megumi’ multiple times a day)

[royalarchivist]

Jaiden: Cucurucho, you have a lot of power, right?

Cucurucho: ...I don't know. Maybe.

Roier: Ah... Yes, you know, don't act like a dumbass, you have it. You have it, man. Eh?

Jaiden: Is there a way for us to protect all the Eggs? Do you know? I don't want anything to happen to the Eggs that happened to Bobby.

Cucurucho: Ha ha ha

Roier: WHAT? [Smacks Cucurucho]

Jaiden: [Bops him] Headpats.

Cucurucho: Maybe.

Jaiden: [Continues to bop him] Headpats. C'mon, I can get it out of you! Headpats! Chin scratches! Belly rubs!

Roier: [Joins Jaiden in bopping Cucurucho, chuckling and laughs]

Jaiden: Yeah? He's comin' around!

[Jaiden and Roier both laugh]

[biblicalhorror]

Aroace Riz real but also Fabian is SO clearly in love with him and Riz has no idea