#w o w this escalated like. A LOT.

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, rough p in v, oral (f & m receiving), wry & dom Dabi, f!reader, a lot of cursing and names calling, slapping, a little degradation, hate s*x Synopsis: arranging a birthday celebration for Dabi proved to be a mistake. It ignited his anger, driving him to his room in a fit of rage. When anger transformed into desire, Dabi insisted on celebrating in his own way, marking the first intimate encounter between the two of you A/N: the prompt was Dabi's first time with his girlfriend is on his birthday This marks the last story crafted in celebration of Dabi's birthday 💜

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST DABI'S BIRTHDAY EVENT

"You little cunt!" Dabi's voice thundered, a venomous edge cutting through the air. He didn't bother casting a glance in your direction.

In response to the verbal assault, you jerked your hand free from his grip. "What's the matter this time, Mr. Know-It-All? I merely intended to throw you a pleasant birthday celebration, and you act as though I threatened to annihilate your entire family!"

Dabi scoffed dismissively, striding purposefully toward his room. "Do you think I'd give a damn fuck if you did? Of course not. And I thought I made myself crystal clear — I want no bloody celebrations. I detest my birthday. I despise the very notion of being born. What is so challenging for your tiny, stupid brain to comprehend?"

A disbelieving sigh escaped your lips. While you were well aware of his aversion to birthdays, the magnitude of his anger caught you off guard. Baking him a cake and orchestrating a modest gathering with the assistance of Toga and Shigaraki seemed like a harmless gesture to celebrate his existence, yet it had evidently ignited an unexpected fury.

Dabi came to an abrupt halt and glanced back at you, seizing your wrist and pulling you closer to him. "No response, huh?" he sneered. "Fine, little cunt. So, you're keen on celebrating the day this damn pathetic villain, murderer, and arsonist was born? Well, we'll celebrate it, but we'll do it my damn way."

He forcibly pulled you behind him, and despite your inner desire to break free from his grip, the futility of any attempt was evident – he wielded a strength far surpassing your own.

Dabi swung open the door to his room and shoved you inside, the harsh sound of the door slamming shut resonating through the air as he entered, sealing the room in an oppressive silence.

In the midst of the heated altercation, the details of the argument eluded your memory. A palpable anger still hung in the air, the exchange of words escalating to a fever pitch.

Your gaze shifted toward Dabi, poised to retort, but the intensity in his turquoise eyes arrested your words. The pulsating vein in the black-haired man's neck became a focal point, a magnetic force compelling your desire to quell its frenetic rhythm with a kiss.

His recognition of the unspoken yearning reflected in your face halted his verbal assault, leaving his mouth slightly ajar.

In that suspended moment, the impulse to crush your lips against his neck overwhelmed you. You yearned to soothe the frenetic heartbeat beneath the surface.

As if reading your intentions, Dabi seized you abruptly, drawing you into the circle of his robust arms. It was as if he had glimpsed into the depths of your desires, a skill he wielded with uncanny accuracy. In that instant, he kissed you with the intensity you had yearned for, the clash of tongues mirroring the earlier verbal sparring. The taste of anger mingled with a surprising sweetness, and your body ignited with a white-hot desire, a fervor that only Dabi could unleash. The searing sensation surged from your chest down to your thighs, awakening every inch of your being.

You had sensed the fire kindling in Dabi's loins, the hardness growing almost instantly, and his whole body turning super hot due to his quirk.

Dabi grasped a handful of your hair, yanking your head back, and engaged in a fervent exchange of kisses, licks, and nips, each touch eliciting moans of pleasure from your slightly bruised, parted lips.

The yearning became unbearable, compelling you to crave the feel of Dabi's skin against yours. Almost as if he had divined your thoughts, he leaned back, swiftly discarding his shirt through his hair. His hands reached for your blouse, and with a forceful yank, he tore it open, sending buttons scattering across the tiny room. Despite the intimidating aura that surrounded Dabi, you harbored no fear.

Even though you were aware of his desires, the topic about sex was returning like a boomerang, resurfacing every few days. It had been over half a year since you both became a thing, yet you had not crossed the threshold into a physical relationship, and this restraint was gradually driving Dabi to the brink of madness. You suspected that today's outbursts were fueled, in part, by the previous night's rejection when, amidst a heated make-out session, you had declined his advances as his hand ventured into your shorts, teasing your folds through the fabric of your knickers.

Yet now, a curious mixture of emotions surged within you. Somehow, you found yourself yearning for him with an intensity that defied explanation. Despite no longer being a virgin, a concern lingered about the potential discomfort of engaging in sex with Dabi.

Dabi's lips sought yours once more as he simultaneously released the front clasp of your sheer bra. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, the exquisite pain of his teeth on your flesh intensifying the smoldering embers between your legs into a searing white-hot flame of desire.

"Dabi..." you whined loudly, rolling your head back, resting it against the wall, slipping one of your hands into his hair.

His impatient hands slipped under your skirt in a quest to discover your most sensitive spot. The intensity of his anger and desire surged as his hand encountered obstacles on its journey - your panties. Finally, locating the waistband, Dabi forcefully burnt your panties away, being careful enough to not hurt you. Free from the hindrance, his hungry fingers found what they sought.

Dabi inserted a finger into your wetness, gliding it upward over your swollen clit after finger fucking you for a moment, eliciting moans of ecstasy from you. Simultaneously, his lips continued their exploration, savoring the taste of yours, tracing a path from your lips to your earlobes and down to your neck. "Fucking little cunt," he sneered. "I'll certainly educate you on how I desire my birthday to be celebrated. Perhaps it will penetrate that thick, stupid skull of yours at last, you little whore."

Your moans of pleasure intensified, your hands exploring the contours of Dabi's body. His skin felt sensuous and super warm beneath your fingertips. Before long, your hands discovered his pierced nipple. Gently, you pinched it, coaxing a primal sound from Dabi's lips as he worked diligently on marking your neck, signaling to the world that you belonged to him.

The heightened arousal compelled you to push him away slightly. You replaced your fingers with your mouth after leaning forward, nipping and licking his chest. The tip of your tongue traced along his tensed muscles, whether concealed beneath healthy skin or adorned with scars and purple patches, relishing the taste that was undeniably manly and salty, yet sweet as nectar to your senses.

Dabi's fingers fucked you more, and had rendered you incredibly wet, your clitoris throbbing with anticipation, swollen with both pleasure and need. Seizing your chin in his hand, Dabi kissed you roughly, propelling you back against the wall. He then descended to his knees, lifting your skirt, and trailed his tongue up one thigh and then the other, savoring the juices that had escaped during the fervor of his fingers' endeavors.

Dabi's warm tongue resumed its task, leisurely stroking your sweet, swollen spot. He inserted a finger, moving in and out, synchronizing the motion with the skilled strokes of his tongue. His tongue circled around your sticky clit, while his finger worked diligently to pleasure your pussy. Suddenly, he sucked on it with a hunger reminiscent of a baby latching onto its mother's breast. Your moans grew louder, the sensation of his sucking propelling you closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of no return.

"Yes, Dabi, oh! Just like that!" you gasped, attempting to keep him in the spot to grind your pussy against his face, but Dabi swatted your hands away and rose to meet your gaze.

His eyes mirrored yours, smoky with unbridled lust. "Oh, no, no, little dirty slut. Not yet. No matter how you beg, you'll come when I say," he declared, denying you the release you sought as he asserted control over your pleasure. "Suck me off like a good slut and I'll think of rewarding you."

The overwhelming urge to taste the most manly of flavors had consumed you, leading your hands to fumble with Dabi's thick, white belt. Finally releasing it, the snap and zipper undone, you descended to your knees in front of him, pushing down his dark pants. Dabi's hardened member sprung free, pulsating with the burning lust, a little pearl of precum adorned the slit of its tip. Your cheeks reddened upon noticing the piercing just beneath the tip. Your tongue explored his shaft, moving around and under, tracing the prominent vein, finally reaching the head and swirling around it. It was moist, and the salty flavor was a delightful sensation, spilling all over your tongue. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you took him between your swollen lips, bobbing your head back and forth eagerly, moaning around him.

Dabi's sharp intake of breath signaled the pleasure coursing through him as he felt your lips on his dick. "That's it, dirty whore, suck that fat cock."

You sucked and licked, the intensity of his moans guiding the rhythm of your movements. The sweet labor of tasting your boyfriend drove you into a state of pure ecstasy.

With a resounding pop sound, you withdrew his dick from your mouth, using one hand to jerk it, spreading your saliva across the length of his shaft. Pressing the erect member against his abdomen, you then lowered your head to cradle his heavy balls in your mouth, delicately pressing on them with your tongue.

"Fuck," he growled, closing his eyes for a moment. "You're a fucking whore. My private fuck toy. You're nothing more than a whore, spreading your legs so willingly f'me right now. Look at you. And two days ago you were whining that you're not ready to let me fuck you just yet. Pathetic."

His lewd words elicited a moan from you as you resumed the task of sucking his cock. Ensuring to swirl your tongue around the head, you then proceeded to kiss along the vein running beneath the shaft before you pushed his dick back into your mouth, bobbing your head eagerly.

Suddenly, Dabi reached down, seizing your arm and pulling you up. "Enough, cunt. Time to fuck that pretty, little cunt, yeah?"

"I am so ready for you to fill my belly with your fat cock, daddy," your words quivered with desire.

Dabi grinned wryly. "You're a pathetic bitch, princess. You think with your fucking cunt. So disappointing."

Pressed against the wall, Dabi gripped one of your legs, lifting it up. In one fluid motion, he drove his cock deep inside you, easily bottoming out in your pussy.

"Dabi!" Your scream of pleasure echoed long and loud as the painful stretch overwhelmed your mind.

He lifted your other leg, picking you off the floor, impaling you against the wall, never losing the rhythmic, frantic thrusts.

One of your hands glided down from Dabi's shoulder to your wet clit, skillfully massaging it as he thrust into your pussy. He felt like a white-hot spear inside your pussy. You and Dabi stared into each other's eyes. Both your hands now rested on Dabi's shoulders. You arched your back, rolling your hips in his embrace to synchronize with each of his strokes. "More, more, more!" you begged, your tone pathetic.

Dabi encircled his arm around your ass, using his free hand to deliver a sharp slap to your face. "Look at me, bitch! Look at me!"

It proved challenging for you to maintain focus on his face, especially with every forceful thrust causing the aggressive tip of his cock to brush and nudge all the right spots deep within you. "I… I can't, D… Da…"

He didn't allow you to finish your sentence, responding by slapping your other cheek. "I. Said. Look. At. Me!"

Moaning unabashedly, like a cheap whore you apparently were in that moment, you gazed at him through teary eyes. The singular thought that occupied your mind was the anticipation of his cum, filling you to the brim.

Dabi intensified his rhythm, his buttocks flexing with each forceful thrust. He nibbled on the column of your neck, emitting guttural grunts. "Fucking bitch. Your cunt belongs to me. You belong to me. You fucking naughty whore."

In the final few thrusts, as Dabi's movements became increasingly erratic, he reached the peak of his release within the warmth of your pussy. "Take it, bitch, take it, take it," he growled through gritted teeth. The temperature of his skin soared, accompanied by wisps of dark smoke and the faint scent of burning flesh as he briefly lost the grip on his Blueflame quirk.

His hot seed spilled into your pussy, intensifying your own climax as your pussy clenched tightly around his throbbing shaft. "Dabi!!!" you screamed, the overwhelming sensations pushing you to the brink of consciousness, making it difficult to catch your breath.

Dabi lowered one of your legs, and then the other. Clinging to each other, you leaned against the wall, neither trusting your legs to support you. Dabi's semen mixed with your juices slowly traced down your shaking legs, leaving a trail of slickness in its wake.

Dabi cradled your chin between his thumb and forefinger, planting a tender kiss on your lips. "Now, you've been the good girl you are, princess. Satisfied with the fucking celebration?"

You trailed a series of soft kisses along the contours of his sharp jawline. "Yes, but… are you still upset with me, Dabi?"

Dabi scoffed, theatrically rolling his eyes. "No. I fucked away all the stress, yeah?"

"You burned my favorite panties," you complained, making a sad face.

He leaned down to hoist his pants back up, tucking his flaccid cock back into its confines and adjusting them before fastening the belt. "I'll buy you a new pair, just stop whining."

Dabi flopped onto his bed, sliding both hands under his head as he gazed up at the cracks on the ceiling.

Climbing onto the bed, you curled into a ball by his side, resting your head on his chest, attuning yourself to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I'm sorry for riling you up."

"It's fine," he grumbled. "Let's not talk about that, doll."

A few moments of silence hung in the air before you whispered, "I just want you to know that I genuinely love you, every fiber of your being."

Dabi remained unresponsive initially, but after a prolonged and piercing silence, he wrapped his arm around you, leisurely stroking your shoulder. "Thanks, doll face. I love you too."

[headcanonenthusiast]

Alejandro Vargas NSFW headcanons

This was made with gender-neutral readers in mind.

Ladies, gentleman and everyone in-between, it's him. It's forehead man.

Alejandro is so FINE tho 😍 I'm so excited to be doing headcanons for this man. I'd learn Spanish just for him tbh.

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut.

-His hands are absolutely glued to your hips the whole time.

-He gets the widest, most shit-eating grin whenever he manages to hit your g-spot.

-"Listen to those moans. Fuck, is that it? Is that the spot right there, amor?"

-Very confident in the fact that he can make you scream. In fact, he wants you to be loud.

-"Thats it, scream for me. Grita mi nombre. God, the neighbors must be so jealous of me because they aren't the ones making you scream."

-Edges you a lot tbh. Getting to cum immediately w/ him is kinda rare.

-If you make him jealous by talking to someone else, or if you guys just haven't been able to spend time together, he's more likely to edge you for longer.

-"Don't start whining, hermosa/o. You asked for this. Why were you talking to them anyways, hm? Why waste your time on someone like that when you have me?"

-Even if you were just talking to a friend innocently or something, chances of Alejandro's jealousy rising is high.

-He trusts you not to cheat on him, he knows you love him, but that doesn't stop him from being a tiny bit jealous anyway. And that jealously and possessiveness totally seeps into your sex life.

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard and yall already know it's thick af ( lord.have.mercy🙏🙏🙏🙏)

-The sex is either passionate and rougher or passionate and gentler depending on the mood. But, it's always super passionate. His attention is focused entirely on you, with much deeper strokes if it's gentler.

-Marks you up a lot and doesn't really care who sees them. He wants people to know that you're his.

-"There we go. Look at how pretty your neck is, covered with my hickeys."

-And if you try to wear something that covers the marks, he'll carefully pull it right off of you.

-"No, no. Don't hide the marks, cariño. Why would you be ashamed of showing off how good I make you feel?"

-Will not hesitant to spank you if he doesn't like how you're acting. Slaps your ass and even your pussy/cock with every word he says.

-"Don't use that fucking tone with me. Who do you think you are?"

-Makes you count every slap. If you lose count, he'll start right over and much more harshly. (My dyscalculic ass could never 💀)

-I just know that his ideal introduction to sex is very romantic. Like, candlelight dinner followed by slow dancing that escalates into him carrying you to bed kinda romantic.

-At the end of the day, Alejandro just wants to be close to you. He dislikes quickies for the fact that he wants to spend time and take his time with you. To Alejandro, there's no greater pleasure than the ability to make his partner feel good.

-Will totally worship your body if you're insecure about it. If you ever come to him with your insecurities, his mindset changes from fucking you until the bed breaks to making the sweetest, most tender love imaginable.

-"Aw, look at this body. This gorgeous fucking body. You're crazy for being insecure about all of this."

-"Do you have any idea how many times this body's made me cum? Dios, the thought of this body, the thought of your pussy/dick is enough to make me cum."

-Will also gently massage your thighs as they hug his hips while making love, no matter how big or small they are.

-"Dios mío, these thighs...tan jodidamente increíble."

-Demands that you tell him how amazing you are.

-"Say it, baby. Tell me how beautiful/handsome you are."

-And if you refuse? He'll just keep asking you to, threatening to pull out and not let you finish if you don't.

-"That's not what I asked, mi vida. Say it for me, say how amazing and sexy you are. No dejaré que te corras si no lo haces."

-But the best thing about sex w/ Alejandro if you're feeling insecure and do everything he says? He always let's you cum. Never edges you like he normally would. It's probably because he's not nearly as focused on himself and his own pleasure as he normally would be.

-Enjoys gently cumming inside of you during more gentle sex. Prefers cumming on your pussy/ass/dick or even your chest/belly if it's rougher, though.

-Often shuts his eyes as he finishes, fingers digging into your skin before his grip loosens and his eyes are glued to your face once more. He chuckles while showering your face in kisses, voice hushed and satisfied.

-"Dios mío, that was amazing. Can't believe I'm with someone as wonderful as you, mi amor."

-Almost always hopes you'll agree to taking a bath with him. Like I said, he's all about romantic intercourse, and there's nothing more romantic to Alejandro than getting to wash your body of the mess you've both created.

-And then you're gonna both fall asleep, Alejandro's strong arms wrapped tightly around you while he kisses the back of your neck and shoulders, whispering praises and adoring words.

-Oh, and he usually tries to stay up later than you. Why? Because the look on your face after sex, all satisfied and at total peace, makes him feel accomplished and happy for making you feel good.

Translations: (apologies if anything is inaccurate, online translators can only get you so far :()

Cariño=sweetheart/honey

Amor=love

Hermosa/o=beautiful

Mi vida=my life

Dios/Dios mío=God/my God

Grito mi nombre=Yell out my name

Tan jodidamente increíble=So fucking incredible

No dejaré que te corras si no lo haces=I won't let you cum if you don't

Alejandro has my ❤. He's just so.. 😍

Really enjoyed doing headcanons for him! You can probably tell that I had way more ideas for Alejandro than I did for Gaz (I'm so sorry Gaz enjoyers 😭). I've also intended to do Alejandro for a while, before even Ghost or König. I just did those two first since ik how popular they are.

I'll be doing more headcanons soon, probably more SFW ones, too, because I only have like 2 SFW headcanons on my page 😔.

Feel free to give me suggestions for who to do next!

[spacexseven]

tunaaaaa I've been reading ur Childe Thing sooo much that I've been thinking of I Love Amy aus nonstop. its a problem. in honor of bsd s4 im gonna rapid fire a couple out for the Bsd Boys!

lets talk dazai. I feel like this could go a lot of ways with him. like, if its ada dazai, you probably don't really get the sense that something is kinda off with him until you're a bit too deep to back out. he seemed so sweet when you first met- fuckin weird, but sweet! no harm in trying to help him win over a crush, right? for pm dazai, you obviously know hes fucked in the head the second you meet him, so you agree to help him out of a fear of what he might do to you if you dont rather than a sense of altruism. either way, its kinda hard to notice him getting a little overly-attached to you just cuz of how naturally obnoxious and clingy he is. even if he starts to escalate you might not get it cuz hes pretty fast and loose about LITERALLY kidnapping you and tying you up in his apartment/mafia holding cell right off the bat (gets very pouty about you "ignoring" him). doesnt help that hes so out of touch with his own emotions he probably doesn't even know he has a thing for you for a whiiile. trust me tho, being nice to him and taking care of him when hes sick or injured WILL wear him down. you'll only kind of get it when you try to give him some new pointers on his crush and he seems to just get? annoyed? mutters something about you talking about someone else while you're SUPPOSED to pay attention to HIM. or when he keeps being weirdly affectionate with you in full view of X when hed usually forget you exist as soon as he sees them. or you woke up chained to a chair (again) but this time hes perched in your lap and scolding you about avoiding your "boyfriend" before shoving his lips against yours. couldve been any of these occasions really.

cant BELIEVE I didn't think of gogol the first time I talked about this this is almost EXACTLY what yes doing to sigma rn. when this fuckin 6'2 clown terrorist traps you against a wall and starts questioning about why you were talking to "his darling", you are 10000% sure you're gonna die. almost gives you whiplash how fast his tone changes once you convince him you have NO interest. all smiles all of the sudden, picks u up under the armpits like a cat to right ur posture and pats you on the head, declaring that you will be his magicians assistant for a while! you do not have a say in this, if you'd like to keep your skin. while you feel bad about aiding and abetting this stalking case, you get the sense that hes. not ever gonna actually make a move. kinda just Wants To Stalk. goes on about how he cant let himself be tied down like that (whatever that means). he does talk about just murdering his darling a lot but you've managed to convince him that thats unnecessary baggage connecting them to him so hopefully that keeps him sated until his goldfish-esque attention span finally moves him onto a new target. and it does! the problem is that its you. I think that once he realizes he likes you, he's just gonna vanish. poof gone. hes had a lot of fleeting obsessions with ill-fated darlings before, but youre something new. hes never actually gotten to know someone before! ugh. hes caged by his feelings for you, but the despair hed feel from killing you would be a cage all its own! frustrating!!!!! maybe if he just leaves and never thinks about you ever again this'll just go away like all of his other crushes. doesnt work. expect him back in a month, snuggling into your neck and babbling inane about having missed you. he tied you up again so youre just gonna have to let him do that. its fine youre used to this with him.

really wanted to do this with chuuya and fyodor too but im scared of them being OOC help me.

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omg so this turned out to be Very Long :O quick context for any1 who is unfamiliar w i love amy—it's a webtoon (highly recommend btw) where the yandere character starts to fall for her 'target/rival' instead of her initial love interest. for more info + the childe version, check out this post.

cw: yandere characters (dazai, fyodor, nikolai), stalking, kidnapping, imprisonment, obsessive behavior, threats of violence to reader. (this whole post came off a little silly instead of serious But mind the cws anyway!)

this is best read with a male reader (to keep it consistent w i love amy) but there's no pronouns used or descriptions for reader, so do as you like. also, reader makes morally questionable decisions :>

(pm) dazai is to be avoided at all costs. that was the rule you put down for yourself after witnessing one of his very public threats to some poor pedestrian who had bumped into him. the dramatic coat, the blank expression, the natural ease with which he handled the weapon in his hand—everything about him was just...alarming.

however, despite all your efforts, he's obstructed your path home with a deadly glare and a hand in his pocket.

according to dazai, he did not appreciate your recent conversation with X, (as he claimed, they were too popular to spare most people more than a few friendly greetings—so why were you having a full-fledged conversation with them?) who were you, even, to get in his way? you sputter out some excuse, some explanation as to why he misunderstood the situation and it was all just work-related, and fortunately, he seems convinced, at least enough to relax his hold on you and shift the blaring malice in his stance to something less frightening.

obviously, you couldn't refuse when he offers you what he calls a mutually beneficial proposition. you help him get closer to X, and he won't kill you! win-win, don't you think?

the thing about dazai, you soon learn, is that despite the murderous energy he gives off, he's painfully annoying, more so than frightening. it almost feels like you're dealing with an obnoxious child, with how he's constantly whining and tugging at your sleeve and complaining about how useless you're being.

and it also makes you wonder if he's ever really had a friend, because he's got some strange expectations for you. he's all too possessive, too paranoid, and expects you to be perfectly fine with it. you consider telling him that he's not supposed to hold you hostage every time he thinks you're spending "too much time with someone else", but after the 4th attempt, you've understood that there was no getting to him. at least he stopped with the threats to your other friends (well, he promised you that he'd stop), and that seemed like the only thing he was willing to compromise on. he doesn't ease up on the breaking-into-your-room-to-visit-you stunt, either, especially when you're "ignoring him". despite all that, maybe out of some form of pity, you still help him out. you drop off food when he's sick and try to explain that imprisonment is not the key to a healthy relationship. you hang out with him even if you're terrified of all the mafioso you come across when you visit the hq with him, and after all of it, you're mostly convinced that he wasn't going to kill you anytime soon. in fact, the two of you seemed to be building an unusual friendship.

but when he comes to visit you one day when you're sick and actually knocks on the door and texts you beforehand, you tell him that this would be the best way to approach X if he ever hears that they're sick. though you're expecting some excitement, or some self-satisfaction for improving a little, instead of looking excited, dazai looks frustrated. for the first time, he looks genuinely...upset. and when he asks you why you can't appreciate that he was looking out for you and not X, you're left at a loss for words. you're not sure if this was a sign that he was starting to learn not to cross your boundaries or a warning that he was beginning to like you a little too much

and things only get stranger. he becomes more observant, asks you more questions about yourself rather than X, and even starts holding your hand in full view of X. when you mention that X was really looking forward to a new movie coming out and that he should try to ask them out, he gets upset by your suggestion, grumbling about you paying more attention to X and only caring about them instead of asking him if he wants to see the movie with them. so, unsure of how to respond, you echo his question. he beams at you and happily declares that he only wants to watch the movie with you.

somewhere along the line, it happened that dazai himself started to realize just how much he liked you, and he spirals out of control. the already overwhelming physical contact turns more intimate, with dazai holding your hand at every possible moment, pressing himself as close to you as humanely possible without squeezing the air out of you, and sitting on your lap whenever the opportunity presents itself. he stops responding to anything that isn't an endearing pet name and introduces himself as your boyfriend. X seems to be eradicated from his mind, as well as anyone that wasn't you, though it feels as though you're the only one that has a problem with this change. dazai takes to it naturally, seamlessly inserting himself into your life.

"what's wrong?" dazai's sprawled across your lap with the biggest grin on his face, the remote in your hand long ripped away by him, "come give your boyfriend a kiss~"

you've...heard of fyodor. it was more overhearing whispers shared between people, but the mention of his name seemed to intrigue everyone who heard it. you've heard that he was a mysterious man who walked into the city one day and never left, and you've heard that he was the owner of an expensive casino. you've even heard that he had a tendency to stand on top of rooftops at night, but you've heard tons of variations and rumors. one statement, however, rang true in everyone's ears.

fyodor dostoevsky was taken with X.

that was putting it lightly—obsession was exactly what it was. though X was clearly unaware of what was being said, because, as they assured you one day while you walked out with them, fyodor was just a friend! and he was a very interesting guy, with some strong beliefs. he wasn't some criminal mastermind! all he did was keep to himself. and that, as they confidently declared, wasn't a crime.

but you had reason to not believe X, after all, it wasn't them at the receiving end of a laser focused gaze and a creepy smile. (it scared you so much that you ran home and ordered a burglar-proof lock for your door the same night) and it also wasn't them who sat down across from you while you were having your breakfast in the café nearby. anyone would have been better than who it was.

"hello," fyodor waves a fork at you, his fingers positioned gracefully on the silver cutlery (and of course, you think bitterly, he was evil and beautiful. just your luck), "i hope you can spare me a few minutes."

he wasn't asking, but you melted at his soft tone. for all people loved to talk about him, why hadn't they mentioned how hard it was to take your eyes off him? awkwardly, you take another bite of your food, nodding at him.

he asks you about X, though it's more of an interrogation disguised as casual conversation. he easily waves around his fork, smiles at you with an unnerving expression, and stares at you a little too long. by the end of it, your food is finished and his fork is placed neatly back onto the table and you've sustained no injuries. better yet, he finally seems to have (reluctantly) removed your name from his hit list.

what you weren't expecting was for him to start seeking you out. you get strange looks when fyodor waits outside your workplace with an umbrella—your umbrella—leaving you with no choice but to walk with him unless you wanted to get home soaked. he lists off X's habit and asks you to add on to his list, ignoring your reply of "that's just creepy". he tells you that he wants to respect X's privacy by not using cameras to spy on them so will you answer him or should he use the cameras? and what else could you do then?

at the very least, he didn't seem serious about attempting to kidnap or imprison X. he seemed fascinated by them, if anything. like he was...studying them. being with him wasn't as bad as you'd though, no matter how much you hated to admit it, despite the foundation of this friendship was built on how amusing he found X. if he was in a particularly good mood, he'd even offer to help you out with your struggles in the pursuit of love. his ideas, however, were all sure to land you behind bars with a retraining order to boot. when you voiced your opinion to him, he only smiled and told you that he knew a thing or two about breaking out of a prison cell, much like he was recalling upon a fond memory.

the only good thing about this strange arrangement was that fyodor was really nice to look at. there was something mesmerizing about his every action, even the slight quirk of his lips or the way his hair fell on his forehead. the ease with which he slipped on his hat (which, by the way, what was with all his not-weather-appropriate clothing? was he not sweating?), and the commanding air around him. so while he spoke seriously about X and his distaste for most of the human population, you tuned him out and focused on admiring his pretty eyes and how his lips wrapped around his fork and—ugh, you were starting to sound as creepy as him. but honestly, you had a feeling he already knew that you found him attractive. fyodor was far too good at reading people, far too perceptive to let something as obvious as your attraction to him slip.

your mistake was foolishly believing that you'd be safe as long as you didn't act on those feelings.

it felt strange, however, when he started reaching your usual table first, having already asked for your go-to meal and watching with thinly veiled delight as you stared down at the hot plate. and it's your coworkers now that get stared at, your friends who get the silent threat of a fork pressed against smooth skin, and you that everyone whispers that fyodor dostoevsky is taken with.

the meaning behind his increasingly strange behaviour doesn't really hit you, not until you've bumped into X again, who you haven't seen around in a while.

"i see that you and fyodor are becoming good friends now," they grin, "i'm almost jealous of how quickly you warmed up to him."

long fingers reach to caress your cheek before a perfectly poised hand places itself on your shoulder. fyodor's unmistakable voice replies in your stead.

"we're friends? is that what you've heard?" fyodor dips his head down to lock eyes with yours, "why don't you correct them about that, darling?"

you should have trusted sigma when he told you that nikolai gogol was bad news. as he clarified, so bad that, coincidentally, the ministry of justice hq was moved away at least by two states when nikolai came to visit.

but how were you to know that he was in love with one of your acquaintances? and how were you to know that his idea of love was this frightening? just when you were making your way back after a lukewarm conversation about work with X, you were slammed up against the wall by a person with a top hat and a coat and an honestly terrifying expression. then nikolai, as he later introduced himself, started grilling you with questions, ruthlessly asking about why you were with X and why did they smile at you and where does your family live, after which he happily told you about his many previous experiences with torture and how he would love to show you.

you're not sure what convinced him to let you go, whether it was your trembling legs or your teary promises that you had no interest in X in that way, but here you were now—alive, terrified, and offered the position of 'magician's assistant' (though the magician himself refused to tell you why the position was open for so long) and all it took to land the increasingly strange job was to talk to X and listen to nikolai threaten to torture you in graphic detail.

(among all the crazy people you had seen around here—that so-called 'world's best detective' who snatched your bag of candy right from your hands, that other person who started doing push-ups in the middle of the road, and someone giggling holding a bag of lemons by the port—you thought that nikolai definitely fit right in. not that you were going to tell him that)

while the position wasn't exactly what you wanted, nor were you too keen on spending more time around nikolai, something about the glint in his uncovered eye and the hand gripping your shoulder told you that you really wouldn't want to reject his offer. contrary to what you may have assumed, assisting nikolai only meant becoming a partner to his criminal activity, which revolved around stalking X, talking to them to find out all the information nikolai can't get by stalking them, and stalking them even more to find out any more details that neither of you could get. (you've considered helping out as much as you can, leaving hints in the form of obscure drawings of nikolai and danger symbols, but later, when you catch sight of X waving to him, you realize the message did not come across the way you intended it to)

fortunately for them, (and for you. at least now, you won't be behind bars for assisting in abduction) nikolai seems to have no interest whatsoever in pursuing them any further. sure, he keeps books filled with information about X, and buys their favorite drink alongside his order, but he doesn't seem to want to do anything more.

while you could care less about why he does whatever he's doing, already chalking it all up to the fact that he was off his rockers, nikolai decides to enlighten you all the same. when he excitedly rambles on and on about freedom and feelings and why X must now die, you pretend to listen, never actually telling him that nothing he said made any sense to you. still, after insisting that he won't be very free behind bars either and that if he really didn't want to be tied down by his feelings, he should actually distance himself from them instead, it appeared that you finally got him to understand, and he hesitantly agreed to listen.

for the most part, everything is great after that. your life returns to normal, with no top hat wearing, cane wielding magician in the vicinity, and no more having to invade someone's privacy. and it was great! really! even if it was a little bit boring without nikolai's spontaneous plans (maybe that time in the amusement park was pretty fun, even if the only reason you had to go was because X was going there with someone else, much to nikolai's horror). there was something both unsettling and addictive about the crazy adventures nikolai swept you on, though it was for the best that he disappeared.

but then nikolai came back…acting a little odd.

his clinginess and a sudden desire for physical affection set off alarms in your head, though he acted like this was perfectly normal. at first, you told yourself that this must be some new jealousy plot—maybe he got this idea from a tv show he watched over his 'break', but he hadn't asked you if you wanted to be part of this ploy (not that he ever did, really).

and your suspicions only grew when he refused to let up on the act, holding onto you as if his life depended on it. his trips with you became increasingly frightening, and his grip on you increasingly tighter. he takes his new position by your side, not at all focused on X anymore, and instead observes you with the same look that was fixated on X not too long ago.

it only hits you that you've become his new target when you find yourself tied up to a chair, with him seated right in front of you with his face up to yours. the exact scenario you convinced him not to put X through.

"your advice sucks, by the way," he pouts, "i tried staying away but i couldn't stop thinking of you! don't be too upset, alright? we can have even more fun now that we're together!"

[pricescigar]

Utter Jealously & Posessiveness – Albert Wesker HC's

Note: I'm really loving the attention, appreciation I'm getting from making these HC's which makes me want to continue even more. So enjoy this batch of HC's. ❤️

And as always... No gender specified, for everyone to enjoy!

Photo belongs to me

CW: Mentions of Swearing , Violence and NSFW

You and Wesker have been dating for over 6 months now, and you've been loving every single minute of it. He was too perfect.

A fine gentleman Wesker is, he treats you right, he's kind, gentle and is always there for you.

Even sometimes it makes you wonder why Wesker chose to be with you, but seeing how happy he was all the time around you. It didn't take long to always see why, always filling you with glee.

You struggled in the past when it came to dating but Wesker came at the right time. You couldn't ask for anyone better than Wesker.

It was almost as if you finally found someone who deeply cares about you...

Occasionally you realised Wesker struggled with his anger, sometimes some situations would escalate. And you come in the nick of time to de-escalate it.

Wesker's temper is something, but you always find a way to comfort him. In turn he calms down, and apologises multiple times for his behaviour.

"I'm sorry my love... I didn't mean to scare you..."

You'd always reassure him it's okay, and even a few kisses on his face makes him feel better.

Wesker would wrap hid arms around you and pull you into his lap, letting you straddle him as he held you closely to his body. Muttering a soft; "Thank you."

More or less his anger shows up more when there's men/women or anyone else around you, who try to flirt with you. And that annoys him a lot.

At first he doesn't say anything of course— He just glares at them, his eyes glowing watching their every move like a hawk.

But if they do get too close to comfort, that's when he would interfere with immediate action.

Wesker would make it obvious that you are his, and his alone. An arm around your waist, holding hands, even kissing you when he arrives.

When they finally get the idea they finally go away, with Wesker's eyes still glowing watching the person walk away.

In some cases his anger goes from a 0 to 100 sometimes, he doesn't mess around.

At first you was surprised at how jealous he got, but at the same time it was really sexy. There were a few times in bed he'd make it obvious, clear that you are his.

"I won't stop until you scream my name."

He would even go as far as to having sex in the office with you, so no one else would have any second ideas to try and woo you.

There was one situation where a man almsot touched your butt but Wesker quickly arrived and broke the guys arm.

Despite how scared you was Wesker always made sure you was okay, hugging you closely to reassure you.

"I won't let anyone try to touch you like that again..." He would say as his eyes glowed.

Another thing that took you by surprise was his possessiveness, from the moment you got together with him. He was possessive and protective of you.

Which took you a while to get used to admittingly, after all Wesker is your first s/o.

Oh how he would grab your chin to make you look at him, his stern yet soft eyes staring at you as he'd whisper...

"You are mine. And mine alone, understand?"

The butterflies in your tummy and the warm welcome wet feeling down below.

Oh how he'd always smirk seeing the kind of effect he'd have on you... Always making him hard, and filled with such joy.

He'd either take you into his office to have sed with you right then and there, bemding over and rutting into you like anything.

Seeing how overstimulated you get, muttering "fuck." , "Shit." With every thrust. Making you cum on his cock right then and there.

Or he'd wait until the evening... After a long day of work, stressed from the day to take you into the bedroom.

Regularly you and Wesker Roleplay to spice up things in the bedroom, it wasn't usual for Wesker to still keep his lab coat on.

But when he'd take you to the bedroom, the familair smirk on his face. You knew what his plans were.

"Doctor Wesker would like to see you now."

Even if it isn't people flirting with you, or it's any other given situation. It doesn't stop him from protecting you, or always making it known that if you get hurt.

They would have to get through him.

[mikalara-dracula]

Heyo, that tattoo anon got me thinkin, which of the boys would be into girls with short hair?

(Ps. love ur blog♡)

Which of the Diaboys would be into girls w/ short hair?

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Hi there, Anon!

Thank you so much for requesting! Thank you for the compliment as well. I'm sorry this took so long. Hope you enjoy reading it. Feel free to request again anytime. :)

Okay, so kind of bouncing off my post of which Diaboys would be into an s/o with tattoos. (post is linked here if you want to check it out)

Just like tattoos, short hair has been masculinized for the longest time as well.

So when women started to style and cut it short, you can imagine the controversy in society.

We're much past those days, but bear in mind that some of the Diaboys still hold dearly onto the stereotype and sexist expectancy that a woman "needs" to have long hair, otherwise, "what kind of woman is she?" (Yes, that's how silly their logic is, for some of them anyway.)

Although, some of the Diaboys have grown accustomed to contemporary hairstyles on girls.

Sooo, without further ado

Shu could honestly care less about how a girl's hair is styled. I mean, does he ever really style his own? Regardless though, he wouldn't mind having an s/o with short hair since it's less of a hassle for him to run his hands through it during aftercare. You tend to find tangles when running a hand through long, so the less fuss the better for him when it comes to intimacy. He likes shoulder-length hair ranging to bob cuts.

Ayato and Laito most definitely like girls with short hair, mostly because they think it looks cute. Laito especially finds the voluminous Marylin cut to be his favorite short hairstyle on a girl. It showcases such femininity but comes with a cute flare he just craves on a girl. Ayato finds the grown-out pixie cut and bob cut on a girl to be adorable and thinks it accentuates a girl's face nicely.

Subaru's a fan of short hairstyles on girls as well. He likes pretty much anything ranging from the high-low bob to a pixie cut. Even girls with linda cuts and mohawks are a weakness for him. He finds it to be so drastically attractive on a girl since he was used to seeing girls display themselves with long hair for centuries. So, it's a turn-on for him honestly to see something so out of contrast compared to what he's always been used to seeing.

Believe it or not, Ruki actually likes short hair on girls, especially the fringed bob and short bob. As we all know, short hair takes an immense amount of styling and it takes a long time to do. So if his s/o has short hair, Ruki likes running his hair through it just to mess it up since he finds it to be a turn-on to piss off his partner and hopes that this argument escalates into something intimate. Our vampire Christian Grey's got a thing for angry sex. Right, @liannelara-dracula?

Kou definitely likes girls with short hair. As an idol, he's used to seeing girls style and change up their hair a lot and has come across a lot of different styles he likes on women. He especially likes the 90's curtain pixie cut since it brings out a woman's face and accentuates it well.

Yuma doesn't really care about how his s/o styles his hair. Like, it could be long or short and he just doesn't care. When it comes to short hairstyles though, he definitely likes seeing his girl have a choppy bob or a grown-out pixie cut, mostly because, like Ruki, he likes running his hands through it and messing it up just to annoy his s/o. Asshole. Nevertheless, though, he does find these hairstyles to be hot on girls.

Kino's pretty modernized, especially since he's always on his phone lol. So, you can imagine that he's grown pretty accustomed to contemporary society, even leading to the subject of hairstyles. Like Yuma, he's most definitely into the grown-out pixie since he loves the way the layered hair rests on a girl's face. He's also a fan of girls having high-low bobs as well.

[blackstarmylove]

Ideal Type 2 (HC)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Nekome, Aogiri, Hinata with gn!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: I'm not sure if Nekome got one (but if he did then he's excluded from this) but what are the ideal types for him, Aogiri, and Hinata since they're the "new" ones. I know Nekome isn't exactly "new" now, but he was new enough to not have one written for him so *shrugs*

A/N: I don't think I wrote one for Nekome. We don't know much about Hinata and Aogiri, so these HCs might be different in the future lol.

Series: [K, P][B, W][C]

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Needs someone who can get along with Taiga.

Wants a partner who is fun to tease and gives worthwhile reactions. He isn't against someone who is mature but prefers a lover who is on the innocent, gullible side.

Needs someone who isn't afraid of motorcycles or constantly worries about his safety. He doesn't ride recklessly, so Nekome doesn't want to hear lectures and such.

Needs someone who can give him space and is not nosy. If he finds you poking around in his business, Nekome will not be happy.

Doesn't mind someone who is intelligent and sharp, but he will be on edge, especially if he thinks he can't get away with his secretive ways.

Wants someone who isn't creeped out by him opening his eyes. Sometimes, he just opens them because he wants to, not to scare you.

Needs someone who is calm, and while he is talented at de-escalating situations, he prefers not to deal with aggression.

Similar to Nekome, he wants a partner who doesn't stick their nose into his business. Just like everyone else, he has secrets that he wants to keep secret.

Prefers a lover who will let him style them and design their clothes. He promises he is good at what he does, so give him a chance.

Speaking of fashion, Aogiri needs a partner who loves fashion. If you don't like dressing up, he won't like it.

Doesn't mind someone who teases him but prefers someone on the sweeter side.

Needs a s/o who can match his energy. He is very energetic and wants to share that spark with his partner. Fire + fire = FIRE!

He wants someone who won't pry into his business or ask a lot of questions. If you have a habit of being suspicious or nosy, Hinata will NOT like it. It will lead to arguments, possibly nasty ones.

Hinata needs a partner who can handle his brattiness, mood swings, and teasing. No, he will not stop. That's just who he is, and if you don't like it, you are not meant to be together.

Honestly thinks he would get along better with a sweeter person but doesn't mind taking a chance with someone who is sharp and smart. Maybe there will be higher sparks, adding more liveliness to the relationship.

Likes someone who dresses up a little, not formal necessarily, but above casual.

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[jojoqin]

Why the remake cabin kicks the OG’s ass -an analysis 🔎

Basically it has to do with a lot of elements. Sound, cinematic framing, how well written the entire segment is in general. All that sweet jazz. Also sorry in advance, I had to gifmaker some shitty gifs because I needed examples 😭💀

So I read up on a lot of filmmaking for this post about what makes a good set piece. At the start, the game already sets it up by subconsciously familiarizing the player with the cabin; making it one of the first areas we pass by. There’s something about how you see it in its position; in between the trees, sort of in the same center as the bridge, very by itself. Clearly it’s important. Later, the Saddler mindfuck scene at the church actually shows us why the villagers are on the chase. And it's all tied to how well realized the cult theme is in the entire story. It puts a slightly more sinister spin on the villagers' motivation compared to the og where it sometimes feels like they're purely used as obstacles.

And yes there’s actually PAYOFF this time. No more "vamanos" and the villagers just leave. Or for Luis to ask "so what now?". This time the villagers' condition gets woven into new exposition and a new goal; the Plaga ordeal inside the characters. And the end scene defines Luis role. A great set piece should have a well written purpose to advance the plot forward. And we actually experience first hand the whole hive mind thing instead of getting a 5 min Saddler monologue about it.

Talking about the technical stuff in scenes too. Like listen to the music and audio during the run up towards and after Luis closes the door, the music become this muffled droning as soon as the door is shut. It indicates that you've entered a different space that's more confined and sheltered from the outside w/o immediately breaking the ambient tension. Not necessarily an upgrade from the og but in the og, the escalating music stops because the payoff is seeing Luis. Whilst the remake still likes to remind you that you're still in a weird situation.

I also talked before how the camera loves to follow characters. In this shot you follow Leon forward and then you’re backing up behind Luis in this continuous camera movement. And see how tight the camera sticks behind Leon’s shoulder? He takes up like 75% of the frame at one point, with the camera subtly zooming in even though Luis is the focus. There’s a visceral feel in the confrontation, how its putting pressure on Luis just by how the scene is directed.

And the sound during that is like auditory storytelling. I know my audio doesn’t quite do it justice because it’s been compressed to shit so y’all might want to seek out the actual scene. But when Luis hits the wall here, the strings fade out and the sound of the rain is brought forward. Audio-wise, it’s like it’s bringing our focus to the presence of Luis and Ashley. It's also just ASMR af.

Another example of the fluid camera transition from earlier is when Ashley hides. The camera leads away from her and it follows that same “leading away” movement when it transition cuts to the window with Leon going into frame. Like look how seamless it tells action w/o having to do a lot of harsh cuts unlike the gif of the og below. The remake tends to show multiple activities either within the same shot or following a visual style so that it's easy to digest.

And holy shit, the way the music just disappears when our dudes take position here is so FUCKING GOOD. Because all you hear is the echo of the cult chanting and the ASMR patter of rain. I think of the silence as equivalent to taking a deep breath. And it’s funny because the sound effect when the scene transitions to the player is just this very intense and layered sound of exhaling. The way the camera also pulls back in the cutscene so that there’s no break from scene to gameplay just makes it so immersive.

Also those two shots we get from Leon and Luis’ perspectives before the gameplay is kinda interesting too. Very “Main Character POV” angle because the camera is positioned at the guys’ eye level, as if we the audience are directly in front of them. At that moment we sort of take the place of the characters as the player. The “it’s game time” line is so hype because it actually does feel like it’s being said to us.

I think the writing for the fight itself is way better than in the og. There's a real rhythm to how the conflict happens; a somewhat story structure. The setup, the moment things go to shit, the resolution. The setup happens in the cutscenes and as you're battling the early wave of villagers. The Plaga baddies I see as the first climax, because they only start conveniently popping up around the time you're scrambling to get the new boards. You get them up and there's your sort of downtime, the 'falling action' before things ramp up again.

There’s a clear transition to "the moment things go to shit" phase; it's all the elements working together in the entire segment. You get a visual cue which is the ladder, an auditory cue of the noise upstairs, and then you get the in-game cue from Luis. And the musical cue is particularly what the remake does best. Like often when it wants to change up the pace during a certain part, they'll simplify the track but make it a bit deeper to build up this new adrenaline.

And every big set piece needs constrasty elements to show different perspectives. I believe just the simple imagery of seeing the mob outside as you're constantly having to kick the ladder is so effective because it shows scale. It makes us actually feel that the problem is as big as it is. It's a smart show of perspective especially after starting the fight in a confined area. This part of it was kind of weird in the og. Even though there's a mob, you could always stare out some window and it'll just be a void there (probably due to the graphical limitations).

But before you even trigger the Bull Head dude's cutscene, like again, you already hear an auditory cue of him. Also his addition makes the scene a true "everything is going to shit" moment. You kinda need that enemy as a standout variety. Like the og is iconic but it's very straightforward with the ambience and the enemy encounter. In the remake, everything is an escalating bombardment to the senses. Especially on the first playthrough, at this point you're on your last leg, no heal, no shotgun/rifle ammo left, the cult chanting is overwhelmingly loud now. It's funny but also apt that when Ashley saves the guys, she's enveloped in this holy light. Even the camera angle that's positioned lower looking up visually puts her in a higher position than the audience.

[paraliveimaginesblog]

 Toma Hikage + Shogo w/ Heliotrope, Hydrangea, and Edelweiss?

Shogo Yamato:

🌻edelweiss: do their relationships tend to be more serious or casual?

Serious. Shogo felt like he could crush on people easily, but trusting them enough to commit to his interest was an entirely different story. There were far too many people, especially in the entertainment industry, who would be willing to use him for his last name which is the opposite of what he wanted. He had to know he wasn’t being used, and to do that, he had to truly get to know a person. There were times where he might be betrayed despite the extensive process of getting to know someone, but he hoped one day all the effort he was putting in would be returned tenfold.

🌻heliotrope: who would be the first to propose?

Shogo would. Shogo felt he had failed to start many other romantic opportunities, mostly due to him being at the mercy of his anxiety. This is one he can’t let slip through his fingers. He’d plan and rehearse for months like he’s going to put on a performance in front of a live audience of thousands, despite it being a proposal that’s most certainly private and personal. When the moment came he still forgot what he wanted to say but recovered smoothly, no pre-written lines capable of being filled with as much meaning as ones that came directly from his heart.  

🌻hydrangea: how often do they get into fights with their s/o? who usually apologizes first?

Shogo fights more when he’s under a lot of pressure or frustrated, unable to stop himself from giving a snarky reply that only escalates the issue you’re having. Normally he’s pretty lax, able to brush most things off or keep his tone calm as he made his point. It changed depending on how passionate he was about the situation as well. He'll apologize quickly if he knows he went too far or it got too personal.

Toma Hikage:

🌻edelweiss: do their relationships tend to be more serious or casual?

Casual. It’s almost like he’s afraid to get too close to someone, trying to keep a relaxed vibe to any relationship he’s in despite craving the commitment of being someone’s one and only. He wanted to be able to bear his soul to the right person but he worried about what they might see; what if it was ugly and discolored and not something anybody had the patience to deal with? The thoughts were irrational but he couldn’t help the way he spiraled, trying to cover it with a perfect, bright smile.

🌻heliotrope: who would be the first to propose?

Toma would. Honestly, he probably already had half the wedding planned and your matching wedding outfits planned out perfectly before he actually proposed. He’d still let you pick the color scheme but he did have his own ‘no no’ list, which included colors that would wash both of you out and leave the pictures lackluster. The most important first step was getting you to agree to marrying him though, and he knew he had to do a grand gesture, one that displayed the great lengths he’d go to when it came to making you happy.

🌻hydrangea: how often do they get into fights with their s/o? who usually apologizes first?

Toma’s good at derailing arguments, or taking the wind out of your sails so that you’d slow down and give him a chance to respond. He didn’t really like arguing, and his skillset (plus cute looks and practiced puppy dog eyes), made it so you hardly argued often. He always respected your opinions even when he didn’t agree with them and even if you upset him, he tried to take a step back and see where you were coming from before he responded. He would apologize first just to avoid the argument continuing longer even if he felt he wasn't wrong, knowing he could bring it up again at a time where you were both more level-headed.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

oooooooooook imagine getting like 50% through a s l o w b u r n and getting impatient the literal chapter before things start escalating

AND

announcing it to the author instead of just not reading 👁️👄👁️

AND

honestly probably not even reading the chapter? like i'm also guilty of skimming through a lot of chapters but why you gotta be so extra kdjfksjfd

/nbh this was an anon on ao3 but i'm still pissed

[thesiaswritingblog]

Bro, What The Fuck Did You Just Say?

Akimoya ftw‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

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It was a pretty normal day for the EOS Institute awardees, especially Akira Hayasaka and Tomoya Morita. A bit too normal, in fact. So, the two decided to hang out for the day.

They decided to go to a local park in the area around the institute's building. Once they got there, Tomoya decided to drag Akira to an ice cream stand in the park. "Let's get ice cream! My treat~" He offered, and Akira only snickered. "Wow, how nice of you, sure then." And yeah, Tomoya did ended up paying for the ice creams, ice creams in general aren't exactly that expensive anyway, right?

Eventually, the two decided to go to a fountain there, but it's a bit farther into the park than from where they are right now. "Haa....The map says it's a bit farther into the park from here." Tomoya muttered, looking at the park's gigantic map near the ice cream stand. Akira licked on her ice cream, before seeing Tomoya turn around the face her. "Welp, if you're too tired to walk, then I'm always here to carry you, y'know~?" He offered again.

Akira deadpanned a bit. "Hm, no thank you. I have an ice cream to eat, you have an ice cream to eat too. So I'd rather not. Besides...I'd rather not get carried by someone like you." She jokingly said, turning around to walk to the direction of the park's fountain area. "E-eh?! Hey!!!" The therapist called out, carefully gripping his ice cream cone and running after the internet sensation who have already went ahead from him.

"Hey, at least wait for me to catch up to you first! If i accidentally tripped and fell, then what about my ice cream?" Tomoya asked. "Well that sounds like a you problem." That was Akira's only response, and Tomoya only whined. "Oh, Akira....you're so mean sometimes...." He paused for a moment, before he thought about something.

Suddenly, his thoughts are clogged with only thoughts of Akira. His cheeks turn into a shade of pink for a bit. He sighs, catching Akira's attention. "Akira....you're just so amazing....if only you knew that....I love you, Akira..." He mutters, and those words itself were what shocked the girl the most.

"Huh?" She blurted out in surprise, catching Tomoya off-guard. "H-huh?! A-Akira?! You....You heard all of that?!" He asked in shock, his face going even more red every word that comes out of his mouth. "....Well...yeah." Akira answered, her eyes that were widened for a moment fluttering shut, before opening again to look into Tomoya's.

"I....O-oh god...." The therapist stammered, covering his mouth in so much shock, and then Akira smirked. "Heh, wow, I never knew the flirty guy is actually in love with the girl he calls 'princess'." She teased. "I-I....!!!" Tomoya stuttered, trying to say something but not being able to do so every time, which amused Akira even more.

"I guess I get why you're so flirty and such a tease with me, you're actually head-over-heels for me, the girl who a lot of people on the internet adores." The internet sensation teased yet again. "Akira...!!!" Tomoya exclaimed. Cue Akira teasing Tomoya about what he said even more, and Tomoya shouting at her to stop.

It went on for like....two minutes, it seems. It all ended with Akira laughing at Tomoya's red face. "Haha, but are you actually serious, though?" She asked, trying to be more serious this time. Tomoya went silent for a moment, before sighing. "....Yeah. I guess from the day we first met....I just...I just liked you so much, and the feelings just escalate from there."

"All this time....I've always loved you, Akira, and until now, I still do." Tomoya finished, his cheeks going red again. Now it was Akira's turn to be silent. She didn't know how to respond, but then, she sighed....contently. "Tomoya, Tomoya....The feelings are mutual."

"Huh? W-wait, what? Really-?" Tomoya asked in disbelief. Akira nodded. "Yep. I guess I started liking you too, and like in a "oh, this guy is so weird sometimes but for some reason I'm starting to like him" way." "I- Hey....." Tomoya called out, pouting. "Haha, alright, alright. Just know that, I love you too, I guess." The internet sensation said, giving the therapist a warm smile.

Tomoya then laughed joyfully, before enveloping Akira into a tight hug. "Ack- Hey! Not too tight!" Akira shouted at him, and he immediately loosened the hug. "Whoops. Sorry." The two remained like that for a bit, before Tomoya decided to let her go.

"So....We're technically not only friends anymore...?" He asked. "Well I guess so. If that's the case, could this turn into a date instead of a normal friend hangout?" Akira questioned. "Heh, yeah, I'd like that!" Tomoya replied, grinning happily. However, there was one thing that he realized, making his grin drop so quickly.

"Huh? Tomoya? What's wrong?"

"Akira......The...The....Oh god....My ice cream!"

The two looked underneath them, and sure enough, Tomoya's ice cream that he was holding earlier was on the ground, now completely wasted. It seemed like he had dropped it after Akira called him out on accidentally confessing his feelings to her. However, Akira's ice cream remained in her grip perfectly fine for some reason, though it's melting a bit.

"Haha! Well poor you, I guess. Guess I'm more important than ice cream, huh?" Akira yet again teased the therapist, and the therapist in question's face darkened.

"AKIRA!!!!!!!"

[fioras-resolve]

Today's Guilty Gear Strive notes

-Went 0-2 against an Axl, the thing is that even with Strive’s “small” roster, there’s enough characters that there’s always someone you don’t know how to fight. A friend of mine once said that zoners distinctly suck to fight against compared to other archetypes, because while for a rushdown or grappler the ways of beating them will always be generally the same, zoners’ counterplay is specific. 

-Just went 2-1 against a Ramlethal. It’s fucked that I used to play as her. Siwansi actually wants to main her, she related so hard to her story as a machine coming to accept that she has feelings too. But god, Jack-O is such a character. Easily the character of all time. I think most people who know enough about Guilty Gear know that Jack-O was heavily nerfed from Xrd. She was “basemented,” as one designer on League of Legends put it. When one character is so much of a fucking problem that she makes the game unfun for other players, that’s when it’s time to hit the nerf hammer. It’s time to hammer her so hard that she’s functionally unusable except by the most dedicated players. And like, this always sucks for the character and their players, but personally I still find myself liking Jack-O a lot. I like her mix, I like her play. She’s one of the hardest characters to learn and she only barely earns it.

-Just went 2-1 against a Potemkin, I can kinda tell when my brain is cooked and I’m not gonna be able to play something for much longer. This is around that point with Strive right now.

-Playing the Arcade Mode now, this is fun! Arcade Mode in Strive works similar to Arcade Mode in most fighters I imagine, and also Classic Mode in Smash Ultimate. Each character has a storyline and some set fights they do, and the further you get into a character’s story without dying the harder it gets. BUT, if you get through it all without dying you get a secret best ending! Pretty cool! Jack-O’s story is about confronting her other self, Aria, and trying to understand her place in this world.

-It’s really interesting seeing just, the Way that difficulty escalates over time in this mode. It’s well known that single-player modes in fighting games are very easy to do badly or at least mediocre, and like, yeah I’d say this is on the mediocre end. P4A did it the best IMO. But like, the thing with this game is that over time your CPU opponent starts using more Techniques, like Wild Assault, Faultless Defense, you get the idea. It’s certainly good as a way of reminding the player “Hey, these techniques Exist,” but I kinda wonder how effective this is as actual Content.

-Like, okay, I lost a round once in that mode, so I get the Normal ending, where Aria and Jack-O defeat Nagoriyuki together, and this is pretty cool. But if I hadn’t died to that one Johnny I would have fought Nago alone and possibly gotten the True Ending. Which would have been cool. I’m gonna try again.

-Brisket -w-

-”How do you handle story in a PVP game?” The eternal question, to which there can never be one true answer, only a thousand entertainingly false ones.

-That’s enough of that for now.

[homicidal-slvt]

hello! I don't know I you still write for Creepypasta or not but if you do, can you write Tobias Rodgers with an S/O that has a stuttering disorder? Gender neutral or male, whichever you prefer, preferably smut..I just find comfort in characters that have similar problems to me..Thanks!

"I like you. No. I love you."

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Tobias Rogers x GN/Reader

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Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex.

Details: He loves youuuu, awww 🖤

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Ever since you arrived to this place you had trouble fitting in, the only person who seems to understand you is, Toby. He's a bit rough around the edges and at first was hard to get along with, but after awhile he began to open up to you.

He's kind to you and you're always there for him whenever he's having one of his melt downs. You don't let it scare you away, not like so many others have.

He appreciates having you in his life, especially since you both share something in common.

"Toby?"

You questioned softly as you knocked on his door, you could hear some faint noises from inside. He didn't answer right away like usual, which had you a bit worried.

"Yeah- just uh. Hold on a minute."

He stumbled over his words, tics coming out here and there as he spoke. You waited anxiously as he shuffled around, finally the lock clicking and the door eased open to reveal his- room was clean?

There was two lit candles set on the dresser, your favorite kind putting off a wonderful fragrance. It was weird, Toby almost always had a god awful messy room.

"Do you- do you like it?"

The door slid shut as he stood behind you, hovering close watching for your reaction. Hoping for your approval since it took a lot of effort for him. He wanted to impress you, to truly express his appreciation towards you. How he really felt about you.

Your eyes wandered the room, stumbling over your words. You turned to him to just see his awkward stance, fidgeting with his sleeves.

Brown hair fluffy and tangled, deep brown eyes staring lovingly but also nervously into yours... It wasn't hard to figure out how he felt.

"I love it."

Those three words were like music to his ears, he grabbed you in a tight bear hug, pulling you closer to him. He smelled really good, usually the boy smelled like mud, blood and pine trees... But right now he smelled like he actually took a proper shower AND put on cologne.

He lifted you up with little to no effort, hands fidgeting with the lower half of your shirt.

"I like you. No... I love you."

He finally verbally expressed his feelings, tugging his mouth guard down you kissed him. It was gentle and assuring at first but quickly turned passionate.

His hands gripped your ass tightly as he toted you to the bed, somewhat recklessly plopping you onto it.

He was on top of you within no time, heated kisses between I love you's. Your stuttering and tics here and there, all of which he loved and understood.

You both found someone you could wholly be yourselves with, that special connection everyone longs for. Though the place you found it may be questionable, you found it nonetheless.

His hands were rough and calloused against your skin, wandering every inch of you. Urging your legs to wrap around his waist as everything escalated, he was going to give you his all.

Heart racing you both stripped and discarded your clothing, tossing it onto the floor without a care in the world.

He slid his hand down to your sex, they were rough on you but also in a way felt good. He was a strange mix of tender and harsh, just like his personality.

Bite marks littered your skin as your fingers dug into his back, he proceeded carefully when he entered you. He wasn't outrageously large but still slightly bigger than average, certainly was a tough fit you tightening around him as he went.

Thrusting deep and hard, rhythm was hard to keep and pace kept changing. In spite of this he tried his best to hit your g-spot, milking every little moan or other noise he could from you.

If anyone were outside the door right now they'd know exactly was going on in there, Toby wasn't exactly quiet. Cursing over and over while praising you.

"F-uck! You're so good..."

He hummed into your neck while placing one final hickey, pumping you full of his cum. So full that it spilled out onto the bedding quite a bit.

Though you'd be mistaken if you thought it was over, you still had a few rounds to go. He's been touch starved for a really long time, he craved this more than you could imagine. Surprising you as you were put into a new position, lining up yet again. Hope you have good stamina, it'll be one long night.

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Hope I did well, anon! I adore Toby as he's been a huge comfort character for me for a really long time.

[anethara]

I went to the mall today and I parked in the Macy's lot because it's easy and not so crowded. also I am a sucker for a little stroll through a department store before I do my real shopping. anyway, this particular entrance is dominated by a guest welcome center/checkout situation: impulse buys, velvet ropes for the lines, you know the drill. and of course, there are two enormous flat-screens behind the counter for big brother/promotional reasons. and guys. the very. first. ad that I see, greeting me in 1080p 4k HD, was for some kitchen appliances. they were beautiful: very retro, that kind of charming mid-century design, all chrome and pastel. clean curves in opposition to the current zeitgeist of sharp angles and box shapes.

h o w e v e r.

the brand name of these appliances left...something to be desired. in fact, I didn't even believe that I was actually seeing what I was seeing. I thought, "damn bitch, my eyes ain't what they used to be and that's on me." but. just out of curiosity. I took a detour three floors up to the homegoods section. and I found the fucking toaster. and uh, well:

I was trying desperately not to be fucking howling in the middle of a Macy's at 4:30 pm on a Monday. I am a grown man. surely I can control myself. except for how I was muttering to myself, out loud, on the escalator back down, "who let that past marketing? how did that escape?" because surely, I thought, surely even I am not so chronically disconnected from what the average person's base of knowledge is that the concept of smegma is obscure, actually, right? right?

well. I looked it up! the company has been around for three quarters of a century! they are not new! not even close. so that's the first excuse. the next, and perhaps more valid one, is that it is an Italian company. 'smeg' it turns out, is an acronym: Smalterie Metallurgiche Emiliane Guastalla ("Emilian Metallurgical Enamelling Works Guastalla"). can't fault them for a language barrier, although this does have the distinct feeling of being more like a language particle collider.

i'm gonna be real, folks. idk how to wrap this one up. all I can say is that if you ever see me in a Macy's, genuinely contemplating ponying up $200 for a toaster with 'SMEG' emblazoned across it, just lure me out back with a Wetzel's pretzel and shoot me.

[gatherround]

Come Home with Me (reprise)

Alright, this is part of an ongoing project of playing with Hadestown, in order to address what I consider to be some dramaturgical issues in the latest version.

This is going off of the other edits made in this post, which 1) change the order of the first few songs so that Orpheus and Eurydice are escalating more smoothly in closeness, 2) so that Orpheus actually uses his music in community AND as a first gesture to Eurydice, and 3) so that the magic love song isn't something that Orpheus is doing intentionally nor is it something that Hermes explains to him....leaving that realization for Epic III, with Hades and Persephone. Goals are a smoother escalation to romance & revolution alike, and a clearer theory of change w/r/t the magic love melody, (among other things). Most of this is restructuring rather than re-writing -- consider it just another contribution to Working on a Song, an unofficial other version, among many.

If I were re-structuring Hadestown, this is how I would do Come Home With Me (reprise).

So -- Eurydice has just finished singing Flowers.

E: you, the one I left behind, if you ever walk this way. Come find me, lying in the bed I made.

[enter Orpheus]

O: come home with me

E: it’s you

O: it’s me

E: [pause to try to remember] orpheus

O: eurydice

E: your name is like a melody -- a song I'd known from long ago. long time since I heard it though. Before I left, I called your name

O: I wasn't listening to--

E: still -- you came

O: i missed you

E: how’d you get here? on the train?

O: no I walked, a long way

E: how’d you get beyond the wall

O: I sang a song and the rocks recalled everything that's beautiful. the stones all wept and they let me in. and i can sing us home again

E: are you always this certain?

O: when I look at you, I am

E: when you look at me, what do you see?

O: Someone stronger than me. I see somebody who survives. I see my wife. Marry me --  Say I do, I came all this way to ask you to

E: orpheus

O: eurydice

E: the two of us -- that is how it would have been, if the world was different. but do you see the world?

O: I do

E: it isn’t beautiful. it doesn’t change for me and you, no matter how much we want it to

O: Please come home, I’m not going back alone

E: I can't

O: we can

E: no -- you don't understand

Hades: YOUNG MAN...

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LINER NOTES:

This pulls a lot from the NYTW version of "Come Home w/ Me (reprise)." I'll talk about some examples as we get to them, but yeah, a lot of it comes from there, although reshuffled a fair bit.

I added the "your name is like a melody" -- it's switched now from Orpheus to Eurydice singing it. This is a moment of love, and a reference to the cosmic force of their love ("known from long ago"), with a line that will end up being paralleled later with Persephone and Hades (in my other edits, I took the "song of love from long ago / long time since I've heard it though" and gave it to Hades/Seph after the last Epic). But it's also contending with both the alienation and loss of identity & memory she's experienced in Hadestown (see "so what was your name again, you've already forgotten" in Way Down Hadestown reprise), and the betrayal that they have been separated for a long time. In real time, she's remembering and processing and realizing what's happened

"Before I left I called your name" up to "I missed you," they are each just rhyming with themselves (Eurydice: name / came, Orpheus: to / you) -- they're talking past each other a bit, trying to say what hadn't been said before. they're not really going to deal with this until Promises, so they're not really hearing each other here. these lines are standing in for the apologies and acknowledgements and real reckoning that aren't being said

"I missed you" parallels Hades -- he's still in a bit of a selfish love in this moment, because he still isn't really seeing and understanding her perspective and experience

"I sang a song and the rocks recalled everything that's beautiful. the stones all wept and they let me in. and i can sing us home again" -- it's a little unwieldy for the melody, but I like the addition of "the rocks recalled" -- it's always felt oddly egotistical for orpheus to show up and be like "I sang a superfuckingpretty song." Instead, it's not about the song, it's about the impact on the listener. Which for me is just a necessary thematic shift throughout. And, the emphasis on recalled aligns with her process of remembering herself, and foreshadows the workers remembering their humanity. Lastly, in this phrase, he both gets on board with her rhyme scheme, and then takes them somewhere else. He's actually listening and responding for a moment (wall / recall / beautiful / all), and then asks her to go somewhere else with him (in / again)

"are you always this certain" in NYTW is "confident" which doesn't quite feel like the right word. I've had "sure" in a previous draft, because I liked the association with "surefooted" (and the fact that he is surefooted...when he can look at her). But, "certain" rhymes with "again," and this does feel like a moment where she's starting to match him, is willing to be possibly caught up in his vision.

'when I look at you / when you look at me what do you see' is almost verbatim from the NYTW version. And I think it's important, because it's a way of him forgiving her for leaving, a moment of starting to see and acknowledge her pain and struggle, and it sets up how much not being able to see her is going to be a problem in a few short songs. Also, the "say I do" and getting down on a knee -- it just has to happen! Otherwise the "I do" in papers is...what? to nothing! And the parallel to both the beginning AND the end of a young man down on bended knee? Come on.

The one thing I took out from here is: Eurydice's "why are you getting on your knees" / Orpheus "I'm asking you to marry me" that came between "I see my wife / Marry me." First, because it's a hat on a hat -- we see him doing it, we don't need to hear it. And, because it lets Orpheus do the thing he's done a couple times here, which is match her rhyme scheme, and then take it somewhere else, within his lines. "at me / you see / than me / I see / marry me" -> "I do / ask you to".

Eurydice's "It isn't beautiful" is also from NYTW -- she still needs him to understand her reality, and I think she's entitled to that sadness and bitterness. I did add one bit here, which was the lines "do you see the world?" "I do", which in the first NYTW Come Home W Me are part of this section: Orpheus: do you see the world / Eurydice: I do / Orpheus: I'll make it beautiful for you. So flipping it, she's forcing him to see her world. And, he's now the first to say "I do"

with the rhyme scheme I mentioned above, adding this line also creates this bit where they're circling each other's rhymes, as he goes backwards to her rhyme with "eurydice" and after dropping out of rhyme entirely for a minute she pushes him back into his rhyme "I do" only for it to rhyme with her refuting his idea rather than accepting it "doesn't change for me and you, no matter how much we want it to". She's trying to force him to see, by forcing him into her rhyme

"please come home, I'm not going back alone" is from NYTW, but comes at the very beginning there. I moved it later here, because it's sort of his last plea -- and, it's him refusing to match her rhyme scheme. do / you / to....and he just won't match it. home/alone -- he still doesn't get it, can't understand/accept it

...and then she refuses to match him. can't / can / understand / young man -- she's driving them towards the assonance/rhyme and rhythm of Hadestown, which leads right into the entrance of Hades. We also have the flip from "I can't" to "we can" -- once again his focus on togetherness, which is his strength, and will also be his, and their, downfall

Have I thoroughly overthought this? Yep! Enjoy!

[menalez]

Hi, I’m the “advice anon”, thank you for answering (oh my god that sounded like I am in a TV ad). Anyways, I explained the events here with another blog:

https://www.tumblr.com/letmywingsdown/732396002452078592/previous-anon-because-im-not-confident-enough

Again, thank you for, you know, letting me take your time haha <3

The thing is today I was arguing with my boyfriend. I’ll admit it was my fault because I initiated it for some very irrelevant dumb shit because I’ve been in a horrible mood lately. I knew I had to apologise once he began explaining to me how shitty it was, and I was about to but I couldn’t bring myself to actually say the words because I have a huge ego problem. So he smacked the left side of my face, my left cheek, because I just would remain stubborn and bitchy and not looking his way when he talked. It wasn’t harsh or violent and it didn’t hurt; just the wrist and upper side of the hand, quite quickly like when you have to tell off a kid. But it really caught me off guard and I stood there frozen. It feels like a boundary violation and when I brought up the subject to my mom (w/o saying it happened to me), she agreed. My bf started apologising right once I said how fucked up it was and I think it’s a genuine apology, but what am I supposed to do? I was getting on his nerves basically on purpose, and now I want to pretend I am the victim of the situation? But I was seriously just about to tell him I regretted making a fight up from thin air.. and stuff like that has happened twice before, once in my shoulder, the other one on my scalp. He continues apologising and I really want to forgive him because he is a lovely guy and the best thing that has ever happened to me, but how am I supposed to call myself a feminist and stuff when I am compliant once my boyfriend “beats” me? My father told me only the other day that women who stay in abusive relationships while knowing about the red flags are stupid. I disagree with him, but am I stupid? Or am I just thinking about this too much? I have childhood trauma, physical too, and I am unsure if I am overreacting because of being triggered rather than because it was objectively wrong to hit me.He seriously is a very nice guy and I have never felt as loved and I know his love is genuine, but this has left me unsettled and, as I said, it is not the first time. Even those two aforementioned events aside, there have been very off putting things in our relationship, like him watching porn and being into cnc (we never acted on them, just dirty talk); though I think the latter might have been my fault because I was the one mainly in it (again, trauma). This was years ago and our sexual life is very healthy now, and I know for a fact he despises porn as much as I do. So what should I do? He is the only person I have left because I am a lonely loser and our connection is so sincere but at the same time I don’t feel ensured that he would never ever harm me. Is it my trauma induced paranoia, or my intuition?

anon, no this is not at all ok. leave. please just leave. you might feel loved and he might have some good sides but there is literally no excuse for hitting you and he's clearly slowly escalating it further and further. abusers often slowly start pushing the boundaries of their partners and i fear that is what he's doing here. and him being into cnc is absolutely a red flag! ur making a lot of excuses for him which is normal, i did the same with my ex and it allowed her to take advantage of me and abuse me until she had all that she wanted from me. its not worth it. abusers like this often have a 'nice' side and will lovebomb you and have phases where they treat you well.. it's ultimately not worth it, at all. i know it's easier said than done, but just bc you haven't had better yet doesn't mean you never will, don't settle for him just because you want to be loved and because you think you can't get better: you can and its not worth it! take it from someone who DIDN'T leave, it's not worth it. you just feel used up and like you betrayed yourself for nothing in the end.

[7ban-sama]

Funniest moment?

sorry this is actually asking so much of me. to pick a singular moment... the manga is sooo funny to me, there's too many to pick from. somehow it really perfectly juggles being artful, romantic... but silly, funny, incredulously unserious. i suppose whatever sense of humor aidairo have, i grock it. i feel like i'm really watching their OCs be idiots together ww and i'm enjoying the ride.

there are entire scenes that really feel like everyone has 0 braincells, too dumb to live (endearing) & then just singular drawings, panels, I really love, little things someone said, i really think about. a lot of the time, me and my wife are just tabbing through the manga and recounting scenes we find amusing...

early manga nene is dumb in such a special way.

i think about her. ahh. impulsive and reckless and desperate lolll... it's both amusing and makes me horny. </3

this moment when she's like. ??? maybe tsuchigomori is... gay-!? SOOO funny what is this emotion. eyes swirl, shakes... she's really thinking about the possibility. scandalous... sensei...

oh yes, i should note, i vastly prefer the broadcast club's dynamic over toilet trio, it can't be beat... what i like about it is you have a kind of split between the more childish members (tsukasa, mitsuba) vs the older ones (natsuhiko, sakura) ; overall natsuhiko and sakura are more chill and can de-escalate things. sakura is well meaning and polite, natsuhiko is chill and friendly and will intervene between squabbles w/o concern (just like, sees tsukasa as misbehaving lol, not scary...) BUT natsuhiko is also, a bit of an idiot and, can be caught up in chicanery, so he can also fluidly slide to being a dummy along with mits and tsu.

i'd say my fav after school boy chaps are featuring broadcast club lol, they're just sooo funny... though, to try and focus on the main series (i'll be here forever if i count after school boy skits...) ; tea party is one of my fav scenes. adding nene to the broadcast club is so good, she plays off of everyone well ww, so it's just one thing after the other. the abducting of nene. the? dressing up of nene, into this crazy outfit. the girlfriend mixup. the fact that we are going to have a sillay little tea party.

"they get along surprisingly well" INDEED... i think they have a better group dynamic than toilet trio (since. kou and hanako are kinda contentious by nature...) you don't have anyone like, competing w/ one another in broadcast club so, i think that's why they're better at working together and accomplish more kfjfhjg...

tsukasa fail at eating, drop muffin. offer muffin to sakura. she decline. yes.

this line. incredibly important.

nene-chan quickly submitting to the comradery of the tea party, venting her woes about hanako, dragging him a bunch here. sakura patiently listening, tsukasa hovering about and pawing at things like a toddler.

honestly as i go through this, it's killing me, maybe this is the funniest moment, IDK, this is the funniest panel ever, i wish i could write an essay about everything being said. HANAKO SAYS WEIRD CRYPTIC THINGS AND HE SEXUALLY HARASSES HER, AND HE IS INCONSIDERATE. UNDERLINED & HIGHLIGHTED... it's so bluntly said by nene-chan i want to cry. and then this image of him standing there like a blithe idiot, like he doesn't know he is on trial rn. IT'S TOO FUNNY ACTUALLY...

tsukasa's precious soul, conveyed.

of ALLLL the ways tsukasa could introduce himself to nene-chan, i love that he'd be like XD teehee! about it *cutesy pose*

this.

and this

~just little enslaved girlie things~

the. natsuhiko being revealed to be chained beside nene drop, is always funny to me, and it really does appropriately take the 'edge' off the situation. you can't feel TOO worried about her, in the ensuing events... with this, guy, here, it's kind of hard to be alarmed when natsuhiko's demeanor is that way.

i wonder if nene-chan is feeling the dissonance between how upset she got / how absurd hearing natsuhiko beside her is. what is happening... why isn't this as serious as i think it should be...

meanwhile this is really encompassing the manga's romances. really. if you think about it.

ah i feel like i need to limit myself from going through the entire manga chronologically actually, it's fair to say i just like scenes like this ⬆ you get the gist.

honorable mention to this amane,

who might be karmically as funny as possible, if he ever was seeking to control time — in a more severe context, to alter his relationship with his younger brother. ah, without such memories, you would be irreverent and admit to wanting to do perverted things, eh...? okay........ good luck with that-!!!!!!!!!!! lol

(tangentially related, in the most recent after school boy, he insinuated that being a cat could lead to a bunch of erotic things happening... but hmm, we already know of a world where amane IS a cat, don't we... and whose lap is he in-? hm hmmm...)