#what the hell is color theory and how to i use it

[cleavetheclover]

spicy cyphmen wip go wheeeeeee

[thatonegrimm]

HI! OKAY SO 🙏🏻✨

I heard you were taking requests Ψ( ｀▽´ )Ψ perhaps perhaps if you have the time and if you feel like its (no pressure ofc!) you could write something on the reader being obsessed with the saja boys ? (`･ω･´)

And like i mean obsessed obsessed 🙏🏻✨ not sasaeng level obsessed but like really weirdly into them type :DD

Take it however as you will ><!! You have full creative liberty and anything and all in between!!

Have a wonderful day!! Please don’t go bald!! /pos

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OKAY SO—this request?? Absolutely unhinged in the best possible way. 😭🙏🏻✨ “Not sasaeng, just… deeply weird about them” is such a specific and hilarious vibe and I LOVE it. Thank you for the request—and for the “don’t go bald” blessing LMAOO Here you go!💌

🌙The Reader Is... Weirdly Into the Saja Boys

 You’re not a sasaeng. You’re just very dedicated to loving your boys.…They’re not ready.

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🧿 Jinu

You didn’t mean for him to find it.

He was looking for a phone charger. Opened the wrong drawer. Then another. Then—

“What… is this?”

You froze.

It was the Jinu drawer.

Inside: Printed photos, a miniature plushie that suspiciously resembled him, a labeled ziplock bag with "Jinu's tissue (used???)", and a handwritten tag that said “Blue is your color 🥺💙” in glitter pen.

He turned slowly to look at you. “Is this… evidence?”

You choked. “It’s a scrapbook!”

He held up a sticker sheet with cartoon versions of him saying ‘you’re doing amazing sweetie.’

You grabbed it. “That’s limited edition!”

He was blushing. Hard. “You… really like me.”

You panicked. “Don’t flatter yourself. I also have a drawer for Abby—”

“WHAT?!”

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💪 Abby

You ask casually, “So you’re doing chest and back today, right?”

Abby freezes mid-sip of protein shake. “How’d you know that?”

You blink. “You alternate it with arms and core. You did legs Monday, so it’s obvious.”

He stares.

You continue: “Also you always play the same playlist when you’re squatting. Something about training like a dragon king?”

“…Are you tracking my workouts?”

You shrug. “I like knowing what you’re doing.”

He blushes. “Babe. That’s weird. And also… kinda flattering? But mostly weird.”

Later, you text him:

YOU GOT THIS 💪✨ BE THE DRAGON KING

He doesn’t respond.

But you do hear him whisper it before his next deadlift.

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📚 Mystery

He casually mentions a bad vibe in the morning and you immediately say:

“Oh, was it a reversed Ten of Swords again?”

He freezes.

“…How do you know that?”

You look away. “I don’t.”

“You do.”

You fumble. “Maybe I have a… tracking spreadsheet.”

“A what?”

He flips open your notebook. Finds tabs labeled ‘Mystery’s Mood Swings,’ ‘Card Pull History,’ and ‘Cursed Thursdays.’

He looks at you. No judgment. Just mild awe.

“You’ve been keeping records?”

“I just wanna understand you better,” you mumble.

He closes the book slowly. Sets it down.

“…You’re terrifying,” he says softly. “I think I like it.”

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💋 Romance

Romance stumbles across your notebook by accident. Not a journal. Not a planner.

A fic notebook.

Labeled:

“My Demon BF, Romance 💋 AU #3: CEO of Hell, Softboy on Weekends”

He opens it.

Reads.

Keeps reading.

Reads some more.

“…You made me a CEO?” he says, breathless.

You die inside. “Give that BACK—”

“*Wait—*I have a motorcycle?!”

You lunge for it. He sidesteps with the grace of someone who’s just realized he’s the star of a fictional masterpiece.

“Oh my GOD,” he gasps. “You gave me a tragic backstory and a dual-colored eye?!”

“STOP READING—”

“Do I have a scar? Please tell me I have a scar.”

You scream into a pillow.

He clutches the notebook to his chest.

“I would die for this version of me.”

He does not let you delete it.

Ever.

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🔥 Baby

You have a fan account.

Not a stan account.

A burner. Under a fake name.

@ hellfirebaby96.

You post daily updates. Edits. Speculation threads. Fan theories about his demon mark. You once made a thread titled:

“25 Reasons Why Baby Could Beat Satan in a Fistfight”

It went viral.

One day, Baby walks into the room while you’re making a post. He leans over. Squints.

“…Are you talking about me?”

You immediately close the app.

He stares.

“Did you just... write a 4k caption on why I’d ‘turn Hell into a ramen shop out of spite?’”

“…no?”

He grins. Too wide. “So you’re the reason my hashtags are insane.���

You blink. “You’re not mad?”

He pulls out his phone and follows your account.

Then reposts your thread with:

“#26: I’d do it to impress her.”

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M-List

[cameronsbabydoll]

Pt.2 of bimbo reader??

Maybe the boys confront her or they try to win her friendship back

THE AFTERMATH — POGUE BOYS x BIMBO READER

It starts with the absence.

At first, Pope doesn’t care. Not having to sit through another agonizing session of Bimbo Barbie’s Guide to the Universe should be a win, right? No more ridiculous tangents, no more “Popey, you should totally try this aesthetic!” No more flipping through Vogue while he’s trying to explain the Pythagorean theorem.

It should feel like freedom.

So why does it feel weird?

A week passes. Then another.

The group texts are quieter. No more random DM spams of outfit inspo. No more stupid little heart-doodled notes in his notebooks. No more of your sing-song voice calling out “Popey!” in public, making him want to die inside.

And then he sees you.

Not ignoring them exactly, but… different. Muted.

You don’t light up when you see them. Doesn’t stop to wave. You just lower your head and walk faster, like your embarrassed to be seen with them.

And that’s when it hits Pope—when the guilt starts clawing at him.

The final straw comes at The Wreck.

You’re sitting with her rich-girl friends, sipping on an overpriced smoothie, looking as effortlessly pretty and put-together as always. But your voice is… different. Smaller.

“I was so stupid,” you say, stirring your drink with a straw. “I actually thought they liked me.”

Pope freezes.

“They totally played me,” you continue, laughing, but it’s not her usual bubbly laugh. It’s forced. “I mean, duh. Why would they actually wanna hang out with me?”

JJ, sitting next to Pope, shifts uncomfortably. Even he isn’t grinning.

Pope just stares at his plate. His stomach twists.

He was part of this. He let it happen.

—

Back at the Chateau, he snaps.

“We were assholes.”

JJ groans. “Oh, come on, man—”

“No. Seriously. We were.” Pope pushes off the couch, pacing. “She wasn’t making fun of us. She wasn’t patronizing us. She actually liked hanging out with us. And we just—” He makes a frustrated gesture. “Made her a joke.”

John B shifts, looking guilty, but JJ—JJ hates this conversation.

“She’ll be fine,” JJ mutters, leaning back. “She’s rich. She’s got, like, a million other people to hype up her Barbie princess world.”

“That’s not the point,” Pope snaps. “She trusted us. And we humiliated her.”

A beat of silence.

JJ exhales through his nose, tipping his head back against the couch. “Okay. Let’s say you’re right. Let’s say we were dicks. What do you wanna do about it?”

Pope hesitates. Because that’s the problem.

What the hell are they supposed to do now?

Your not just avoiding them—your done with them. And if Pope knows anything about you, it’s that when you move on, you move on.

So how the hell do you fix something like that?

—

They try.

Well, Pope tries.

John B helps.

JJ? He’s forced into it.

It starts with Pope cornering. “Hey, can we talk?”

You blink at him, lips pursed in the glossiest pink he’s ever seen. “Oh, now you wanna talk?”

Pope feels that one in his soul. “Look, I—” He sighs. “I was an asshole. We all were.”

You folds her arms. “Mhm.”

Okay. So this is not going well.

“Can I just—please. Let me make it up to you.”

Your eyes narrow. “How?”

And that’s how Pope finds himself standing in the middle of your favorite boutique, looking miserable as you hold up two nearly identical mini skirts and asks, “Which one is more ‘coastal grandmother meets Y2K pop star’?”

JJ and John B are watching from a nearby bench, dying.

But they go along with it. They sit through the shopping trip from hell, nodding seriously as you explains color theory to them, pretending to care about the life-changing difference between baby pink and blush pink.

And it works. Kind of.

You’re still wary of them. Still a little stiff. But eventually, your natural excitement slips through.

When they finally leave, Pope drags JJ and John B aside.

“We’re not there yet,” he mutters. “We need something bigger.”

JJ groans. “Dude, I already sat through a forty-five-minute rant about Vogue’s editorial decline—how much more do we have to suffer?”

Pope levels him with a glare. “Until she believes we’re sorry.”

So they come up with a plan.

The next time you walks into The Wreck, your met with… a presentation.

A full PowerPoint.

Titled: “Why (Y/N) is Actually the Coolest Person We Know.”

JJ is the hype man. John B is the tech guy. Pope? He’s presenting.

Slide one: Your impeccable taste in fashion.

Slide two: Your kindness (even when they were being dicks).

Slide three: Your ability to make Pope Heyward actually learn something new (even if it was against his will).

By slide four, you’re tearing up. By the end, you are laughing so hard you can’t breathe.

And just like that, they’ve won you back.

Well. Almost.

“You guys still have a lot to make up for,” you says, arms crossed, but your smiling now, that real smile they hadn’t seen in weeks.

JJ slings an arm around her. “We live to suffer, babe.”

Pope sighs. “I’m never calling you babe.”

And just like that, they’re okay again.

[gallusrostromegalus]

I did not care at all for Aizen Sosuke when I first read bleach. I found him boring, and worst, unthreatening.

So it's pretty jarring for me that I have been OBSESSED with him in your AU. I'm rotating him at great speed

Walt Disney was a jackass who was flat-out wrong about a lot of very important things, but he employed a great many geniuses of storytelling, and there's a piece in Disney Animation: The Illusion of Life by Frank Thomas and Ollie Johnson that discusses a key feature of Disney Studios Character Design:

"Of all characters, villains are the most fun to develop because they make everything else happen. They are the instigators, and always more colorful than the Hero. They may be dramatic, awesome, insidious or semi-comic, but they MUST be appealing. Almost any story becomes innocuous if all the evil is eliminated, but we do not necessarily gain strength by being frightening. we want a character that will hold the audience and entertain them, even if it's a Chilling Type of Entertainment."

And I've found that to be an important principle of character design, especially the kind of canon restructuring I do.

Aizen had a LOT going for him in canon- for all of Bleach's other faults, Aizen's conspiracy and THE REVEAL are spectacularly constructed and executed. I legit screamed and threw my mug across my dorm room when I read it in the manga the first time. He's also conventionally attractive and the translations I was reading gave him the speech patterns of Every Douchebag In Your 101 Political Theory Who Thinks He's The Smartest Man In The Room, which made him a terrific combination of Unfortunately Charming, Menacingly Competent and Engagingly Obnoxious.

...But he falls flat in a few key places.

Aizen's reasoning could be MUCH more sympathetic- After all, he is RIGHT. Soul Sciety does suck ass and all the options kind of suck. Who designs a universe like that? An asshole who needs killing, that's who. The best kind of Unhinged Madmen are the kind who spell out their reasoning and you realize that there but for the grace of Not Having Super Powers Go I. Canon!Aizen makes a few Good Rhetorical Points, but seems to lack any personal connection to his all-consuming plan.

Another issue is that nearly every villain with A Plan has a clear end goal AND a lot of the menace is drawn from the fact that the plan *could* work. Aizen's plan for betraying the court guard and then killing them off before proceeding into the Royal Realm to Kill God sorta falls apart when it's clear he planned to use pretty much all his accumulated forces dealing with the court guard and doesn't seem to have a plan for the Even More Powerful Royal Guard, let alone God. For how meticulously planned the rest of the plot is, the last two VERY IMPORTANT steps are just handwaved.

So I sat down and started with the plot beats Aizen MUST hit, and tried to imagine what kind of guy would he have to be to get there? And I came up with this:

Sosuke Aizen is a fundamentally good man with genuinely good intentions who is really trying his best for the whole world.

Think about it- what lengths would you NOT go to if you think you found a genuine shot at Fixing Everything Wrong With The World Forever? We all talk about killing Hitler if we found an actual Time Machine- would you do it if your only chance was when he was a baby? Would you kill an infant if it meant you could stop World War II before it starts? Of course you would! One small life for over 75 million? You'd be insane not to! What if you found out that you could prevent the future extinction of Humanity by killing your best friend today? Ten Billion lives? For theirs? It's simple, really- Hell, it's your Moral Obligation to do that if you were SURE!

-And Aizen IS sure. He is absolutely, totally, completely sure that He Can Save Everyone if he just gets rid of that idiot sitting on the throne of heaven. He's seen the plans! He knows where the gate of heaven is! It's So SIMPLE he just has to get inside, and he knows EXACTLY how to do it, yes it'll be hard and there will be... unpleasant parts but. IT. WILL. WORK.

He is of course, insane.

Aizen didn't have One Bad Day that set him irrevocably on the path of madness. It was a succession of catastrophic disappointments and realizations that he was living in a fundamentally irrational world that made irrational thinking look sane. The Catastrophe that befell his family, working for the central 46 and later the court guard and seeing how the organizations were inept to the point of abuse or corrupt to the core, learning that The Actual House Of God is a place he can just? Go to? Anyone would start thinking you were just a handful of white lies and homicides away from Fixing Everything, Forever.

Not only is Aizen insane, he is nowhere near as smart as he thinks. He is smart- He does have a knack for being able to guess just what will spur someone to action or make them recoil in fear. But mostly he gets extremely lucky Many, Many, MANY times. On some level I think it gives him Confirmation Bias that this is what he's supposed to be doing. Aizen is also nowhere near as smart as (nearly) everyone else thinks he is. His bizarrely good luck makes him look like a hyper-competent genius when really it was really the catastrophic failure of Soul Society as a Society that let a merely mediocre conspirator to evade detection for so long.

Being that he is at most, mediocre, he had to have Outside Help, specifically Gin's emotional support and Tousen's Competence- and if there's a part of the fic that stays true to canon, it's this.

Gin is Aizen's emotional rock in Canon. He's the ONE guy that Aizen genuinely trusts, and considers his 'my only real partner' in his scheme. There's more than one occasion in the manga where Aizen more or less asks Gin "Is this actually a good idea?" and Gin backs him up every time.

...Which is more than a bit at odds with Gin's later stated goal of "I did all this to kill you at your most vulnerable to protect rangiku" . It never rang true to me. So I started thinking why on EARTH Gin would be backing Aizen up like that, and realized there was a hole in my world building that he slotted into nicely :)

On the other hand, the entire fic was started because I didn't like how Tousen's character arc ended, so you can imagine how much he's changed.

But in canon, TOUSEN DOES ALL THE FUCKING WORK.

Lab work? Tousen.

Supervising the arrancar directly? Tousen

Actually getting victims for the Hogyoku experiments? Tousen.

Altering all the archives to keep Aizen's plot hidden? Tousen.

Sending all the Orders allegedly from the central 46? Tousen.

Making sure Unohana believes Aizen's fake body is real? Tousen.

Managing all the day-to-day operations at Las Noches? Tousen.

There's even this little exchange, which is Tousen's first appearance in the Manga:

Aizen establishes this entire meeting is a little fake-out a few pages later with "now isn't that a convenieint time for the alarm to go off?"

which makes him look like he's investigating, but he's also going "Good job on disrupting everyone with the alarm Gin!" It's ballsy of Aizen to do a check-in on his plan with his main nemesis in the room, but also his style.

I think the same thing is happening here with Tousen. To make sure Ukitake wouldn't raise a huge fit about the proposed execution of his beloved lieutenant, which might fuck everything up for Aizen because Ukitake is one of like, three people Yamamoto will listen to (sort of).

...So he had Tousen poison Ukitake to keep him out of the way.

ALL. THE. FUCKING. WORK. It's even in his name! The characters for "Tousen" Refer to a legendary scholar the emperor of China sent out to discover the secret of immortality- only to kill the scholar when he returned with that secret. The character for "Kaname" means "Necessary/Vital/keystone" or "to organize/take account of". His name LITERALLY means "Scholar who is essential for the plan (that we're going to kill later)"

Another thing Kubo did well in Bleach: his name game is Off The Fucking Charts.

-but I digress.

In AEIWAM, it's much the same only this time Aizen sees this very dangerous witness who is immune to his illusions but also extremely snart and capable young man and instead of risking being caught out by the one damn guy who can see right through him, opts to Curse Kaname into doing as Aizen says, and doing all the fucking work of this conspiracy against his will.

It's Not Nice, but Aizen genuinely thinks he's doing Kaname a favor by subjecting him to this degrading and incredibly painful servitude- I mean, Aizen's only other option was to Kill him to keep his silence, and isn't it wonderful that you get to help fix the universe? You're the one always going on about Justice, I don't understand why you didn't jump at the chance to mete out some Divine Justice.

An Excerpt from the captain's meeting in between the Massacre that made the visored and Zaraki's arrival, when Kaname realizes Yamamoto is 100% serious about his promotion to captain of the 9th and goes to throw up in the garden. Aizen offers to go check on him while Unohana very politely reads the general the riot act:

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"You broke your toy Aizen." Kaname coughs.

"…I really am sorry for running you ragged like this. I really shouldn't have gotten so mad about you hiding the the hogyoku- it was very petty of me." The bastard sighs, taking off his glasses and rubbing his face, entirely genuine.

Kaname stayed on his hands and knees, weaving slightly as another wave of nausea flowed through him, powered by disgust and rage.

"How about this- I've got a lot coming up with the new job, training Gin and disposing of Kiganjo- So how about I promise to not give you any orders for a while? You will have to keep our arrangement a secret and not interfere, of course, but other than that, you're free to do as you please for- a year and a day is traditional isn't it? No, that's not going to heal by then- Oh, would you look at that!"

Kaname didn't have the strength to offer his usual rebuttal that he won't look at anything, ever. The sides of his head tingle like his skul was being pressed between two enormous hands made of static electricity.

"It's 11:11! Alright, I won't give you any Orders until 11:11 am on November 11th, 1911. That's easy to remember! What do you think?" Aizen continued cheerfully, patting his back and the Curse nails.

"…I can't." Kaname groaned. He could scream if he had the energy, but due to Aizen's Illusions, nobody would hear him. "I actually physically can't think. Please…"

"Of course! You really are such a help to me, it would be a shame to lose you. I'll even amend our contract, so you don't get paranoid-" There was a sizzling sound and a new stroke of hot pain up Kaname's spine as Aizen did something to the wretched Bakudo. "There. No compulsions for eleven years and a day. What do you say?"

Kaname grimaced, but dropped his head. Save the energy to fight another day. "…thank you, Aizen-sama."

"Good man! Let's get you on your feet." Aizen beamed, putting his glasses back on and offering him an arm.

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He genuinely thinks that he's doing everyone a huge favor and if they don't get it it's because they're just not smart enough, but it's alright, He's a Benevolent God and they'll appreciate all his hard work the next time around :)

Aizen is a man who is FULL of joy. He loves what he does! He actively takes pleasure in it! And I think that's something that REALLY delivers in terms of sympathy AND horror for him. Who *Wouldn't* have a great time actually fixing the universe? He's a good man who enjoys doing good works, and this is the greatest work of all!

It also Delivers on the Horror when I get to write the deliciously fun scenes where Aizen is Elbows-deep in a novel War Crime and waxing poetic about how GREAT this is, or being confused why the people around him are reacting with fear. Don't you want to make everything better too?

[saintsanddevils]

Moth To A Flame

Ridoc Gamlyn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ridoc takes you clubbing, while buried feelings surface in the midst of the dance floor.

Warnings: ‼️(MDNI) 18+ explicit content‼️, SMUT, porn with feelings, swearing

Author’s Note: Ridoc would totally be a club rat & this is me supporting that theory. I became a huge fan of Dain after Onyx Storm, so pls forgive the slight Dain bashing.

Word Count: 4K

Posted on AO3

Masterlist

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Whiskey-colored eyes meet mine as the beat inflates, bouncing against the walls of the club. Red, pink, and gold lights whip around the fog-filled room, casting every silhouette in neon. It’s crowded, humid, and the music is overwhelming.

But with Ridoc’s hand slipping up my arm to my waist after pulling me through the crowd, shivers of awareness rack through me. His touch distracts me from the crushing presence of the bodies around us. He grounds me as his lopsided smile comes inches from my face before he ducks his head to my ear.

“You doing alright?”

His voice did not have to be that low and seductive. He knew what he was doing, and that would normally piss me off, but in this setting, where it felt like we were floating in an ocean of people who lowered their inhibitions and didn’t give a damn about anyone, it felt like it was just the two of us. Ridoc had a way of doing that. Making me forget my anxieties, what people thought of me, how the world was going to hell. He always brought me back to the present. Even with the slightest touch.

And currently, that touch around my waist was pulling me closer and closer to him. My breath hitches as the material of my dress rides up slightly with the grip he has on me. A girl could get drunk on the look he’s giving me. His eyes taking in every inch of me as his grin widens.

“You okay? Or are my good looks too distracting?” He winks, wiggling a brow suggestively.

Yeah, that dumb mouth of his can sure kill a mood.

I roll my eyes, but reach out to grip his bicep as someone from behind pushes me forward. I balance on tiptoes to answer him. “It’s just… loud.”

He cocks his head to the side. “Isn’t that the point?”

I shake my head. “Remind me again why I even let you drag me here?”

Ridoc gives me a devilish grin that sends butterflies through my stomach. I try to quell the feeling because if he knew the effect he had on me, I’d never hear the end of it.

“I’m teaching you how to have fun, let loose, reach your max potential.”

I snort. “My max potential?”

He shrugs. “Oh, you definitely needed to leave the library, or you would’ve ended up just like Dain.”

“What’s wrong with being like Dain?”

He rolls his eyes. “Nothing, besides becoming a downer, a rule follower, and a total tight-ass.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “He’s not that bad.”

Ridoc grips his chest with his free hand in a look of feigned shock. “Have you met him?”

I can’t hide my smile this time.

Another person pushes me; this time, I trip forward in my heels and fall into Ridoc’s broad chest. The muscles flex under my hand, making me even more aware of every single place we touch. His grip on my waist is tighter than before, pulling me to him as people dance around us with not a care in the world.

“We need a drink,” he shouts to be heard over the blaring music.

I shake my head, glancing behind us towards the entrance in the distance. “What about everyone else? Shouldn’t we wait for them?”

Ridoc grips me tighter as he leans in, his voice low in my ear. “And share you with the rest of them? I don’t think so.”

Heat rises to my cheeks as he gives me a heated look that makes his eyes sparkle mischievously in the dim lighting. He pulls me with him as he makes his way through the crowd once more. Pushing and jostling people out of the way as he holds me close to him, ensuring no one bumps into me. I try not to notice how his hands feel large against me, cursing myself for wishing he was touching my skin instead.

We reach the bar, and he quickly orders my favorite liquor, surprising me.

He catches my raised brows and winks. “And you think I don’t pay attention?”

I shake my head, hiding my blush as I turn towards the crowd while we wait. I’m all too aware of the feel of both his hands on my hips as he talks with the bartender.

Months ago, hell, even a year ago, I would never have found myself here. Especially with Ridoc. Sure, the boy charmed me daily with those roguish good looks of his and his witty banter, but as time went on and we continued remaining friends, I never knew if his flirting was real or not. Even now, I can’t tell if he’s just being Ridoc or wanting something more.

I freeze. Did I want something more? I mean… sure, he was attractive and playful, and yeah, he just naturally flirted with anyone with a pulse, but did that mean I wanted all those moments between us to mean something? I couldn’t be into him, right? He’s just being his usual friendly self with me... Right?

Slow-rising panic makes me itch to leave the crowded room and get some much-needed fresh air. His arm around my waist suddenly pulls my back against his hard chest, stopping my heart and any anxiety that was coursing through me just now.

“Stop overthinking,” his breath tickles my neck, sending goosebumps across my heated skin. “I can practically hear your thoughts, they’re that loud. Should I yell to get them to go away?”

I can’t help the nervous laugh that escapes my mouth. Being friends for so long has its benefits if he knows me that well.

A short glass with liquor enters my vision as Ridoc places it in my fingers. “This should help.”

I damn well hope it does. I slam it down my throat, letting the burn push any doubts and fears far from me.

My nerves settle as his arm braces around me, keeping me close. His lips brush my ear, making me shiver. “Better?”

I nod, not trusting my voice as his fingers play with the silk of my dress.

He hums in my ear. “Good. Now let’s dance.”

With the flick of his wrist, he spins me away from him before twirling me back into his waiting arms. A giggle lets loose as I hold on to him, my head spinning from the movement. His smile lights up the dance floor as he pulls me along behind him.

The music escalates, the crowd raising their hands to the ceiling as the beat rises and rises. The air fills with anticipation as we make our way to the middle of the crowd. Once the beat holds and drops, the crowd surges. Yells and cheers of excitement bounce around us as Ridoc turns to face me, his smile contagious as he joins them.

The music beats through my blood as I step closer to Ridoc, afraid I’ll lose him in the swell of bodies around us. His grip doesn’t falter. If anything, the people around us embolden him to pull me against him as he dances. Another laugh escapes me as he folds his arms around me, making me dance with him.

Gods, he’s gorgeous. I can’t help but admire him as he sings along, moving our hips in time to the beat. The liquor definitely helped since now my entire body is buzzing, electrified, and wanting to be set free. I let Ridoc take control and follow his lead.

His hands are all I know as he spreads them around my torso, sliding up my arms, pulling me this way and that. I smile when he slips behind me, binding our bodies together so there’s no room between us. He winds his hands around my middle to hold my ribs and keep me flush against him. I feel every dip and curve of his body as he moves us in time with the intoxicating music.

Time suspends us as we move, and it begins to make me feel bolder. Without a second thought, I find myself grinding into him, throwing my head back.

Ridoc hisses in my ear, before growling, “Don’t tempt me, Y/N.”

I smirk. Playful vengeance surges inside me. Now for a taste of his own medicine.

“What if I want to?” I rock my hips back to the beat, making him moan.

His grip on my hips stops me from doing it again, his head leaning against the back of mine as a tortured sound escapes him.

“Fuck,” he breathes heavily. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be a gentleman anymore. I’ll lose control.”

I turn my head to meet his eyes. His pupils are wide, his breathing erratic as he stares at me with open longing. I can’t help my smile as I lean back into him. His breath hitches when my lips skate across the skin of his jaw.

Maybe I’m not the only one who wants this.

“So lose control.”

His eyes flare as I grind into him once more. Hardness meets my backside before he suddenly flips me around, crushing me to him. His lips meet my neck as I wind my arms around his. Hands roam my back, lowering down, down, down to my backside. I shiver as Ridoc backs me gently against a pillar, ignoring every person dancing around us.

“Fuck, you’re so soft,” he groans into my collarbone as his tongue swipes across my skin.

Gods, that feels so good.

I moan at the sensation. Feeling emboldened by his lips, I lift my leg and wrap it around his waist, pulling him closer. Hardness grinds into my clothed core and we both moan at the same time.

I gasp out a laugh as butterflies and nerves grip me by the throat. Doubts swarm my brain suddenly before I can stop it. Clarification slams into me as I look around at the people dancing in the crowd. No one notices or cares what we’re doing. I feel Ridoc’s dark curls between my fingers and bite my lip. Ridoc is my best friend and— his hands shift my hips to better slot between my legs.

Oh shit, that’s incredible.

His sure, calloused hands find the edge of my dress, sliding along the skin of my thigh. His touch inflames me, burning away any lingering doubt. I give in. I push and pull against him, writhing as he moves his lips upwards, to my jaw. The music rattles my bones as his clothed dick hits me in a place that makes me see stars.

At my sudden gasp, Ridoc pulls back, inches from my lips. He breathes heavily as his wide eyes meet mine. This moment suspends between us, fragile and wary, as we stare. If we continue, there’s no going back. Not for me. I’ve wanted him for too long. Not just his body, but everything that makes Ridoc, Ridoc. Remembering how his eyes filled with such unrestrained longing, I pour every ounce of what I feel for him into my small smile.

His eyes capture the expression and he matches it, warmth surging through me like a drug. He leans forward, kissing my skin once more.

“Please,” he whines against my jaw. “Please tell me you want this. I’ll go mad if you don’t. I… I know we’re friends and I completely understand if it’s the alcohol and you’re just feeling tipsy and only want to have fun, but I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” His forehead crashes to mine gently. “So long, Y/N. You have no idea how much I don’t want to be just friends-“ my breath hitches at the confession, but he continues, his hands shaking slightly as he grips me. “But I completely get it if you don’t want to ruin what we have and-“

“Ridoc,” I stop him. My smile is practically beaming as I grip his neck. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

Like a moth to a flame, Ridoc dips his head and crashes his lips to mine. Sparks set off my nerve endings, making me jolt from the impact of the kiss. I hold him tighter to me, gripping his curls. Gods, they’re so soft.

We’re moving again, this time Ridoc shifts so he’s the one leaning against the pillar while I cling to him.

“I-I’ve thought about this,” he says between kisses. “So much,” he kisses me again. “You have no idea how much.” My teeth bite his lip and he groans. “Gods, Y/N.”

With another bite and pull of his bottom lip between my teeth, he pulls back. “That’s it, we’re leaving.”

He leans down and wraps my other leg around him, carrying me through the crowd. His grip is bruising as he pushes through bodies. Uncaring of who sees now, I continue my path from his swollen lips to his jaw, holding on for dear life as I move my lips down his neck before I stop and suck at his pulse point.

He moans just as cool air hits my heated skin. His hand slides into my hair just as I’m slammed against a wall, his body caging me deliciously. The music is much quieter now that I can see we’re alone in some sort of hallway off the main floor. I don’t care. As long as I can keep kissing him, I don’t give a shit where we are.

I continue my path to his collarbone, nipping at his skin. The hand holding me to him roams my thigh, inching higher and higher till I can feel his fingers toying with the edge of my underwear. I moan as I grind against his clothed dick once more, hoping he gets the message.

“Holy shit,” he gasps as his fingers slide beneath the material, skating across where I want him the most. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

I moan as his long, calloused fingers toy with me before one of them slides perfectly inside me. We both groan into each other as our mouths crash together messily. His finger is joined by another, long and rough as it curls into me in just the right way, I see stars. He bites my lip, pulling and tugging as I consume him entirely. I ride his fingers as his thumb finds my clit.

“Fuck, yes, right there, Ridoc,” I whine against his lips.

He shudders. “Gods, the way you say my name.”

I smirk, sucking his bottom lip again before whispering. “Want me to scream it?”

“Fuck,” Ridoc shivers beneath me as his grip on my pussy becomes rough, demanding. “I want you to know,” his voice quivers as I writhe against his hand. “I want this to be perfect, Y/N. I want you-“

“I want you,” I grip his collar and pull him back to my mouth. “I don’t care where” I breathe between his lips. “Or how, I just want you. I always have.”

Ridoc moans against my lips. “Oh thank fuck.”

That warmth of something more pulses between us as he kisses me with abandon. His fingers working overtime to bring me higher and higher. I feel myself float as I crest the wave before I finally crash, moaning and writhing against him. Heat courses through me as sparks of light flash beneath my lids. I moan his name, causing him to press his lips roughly against me to suck the word from my mouth.

When I come down, my head swims and my body tingles from the high. I smirk at him as he pulls back, checking me as his free hand curves along my cheek.

“You okay?”

I smile softly up at him, my heart swelling with his care. “Of course I am, I’m with you.”

His smile is contagious as he kisses the tip of my nose. “Want to get out of here?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

——————

We crash into his room, the door swinging against the wall with a loud bang. Hands tear through hair and clothes as we collide. Once his shirt is gone, his hands find the backs of my thighs, heaving me up to wrap my arms and legs around him.

A deep voice suddenly carries from the hall. “Oh, uh, hey you left the door open-“

“Fuck off, Dain,” Ridoc growls.

I catch sight of him over Ridoc’s shoulder as he quickly slams the door closed. Laughter escapes me as I grip on to Ridoc’s bare skin.

He smirks up at me, his cockiness now on full display. “Can’t have him seeing what’s mine.”

“Oh?” I lift a brow, goading him. “And what is yours?”

His hands grip my ass as he confidently walks forward, his legs hitting the edge of the bed as his smirk turns into a wicked grin. “Care to find out?”

I don’t have any warning when he throws me onto the bed. I’m giggling as he slides over my body, bracing himself over me while his lips crash to mine. It’s consuming and burning as he devours me. I let myself dive in, feeling his calloused hands rise to the strap of my dress. With a gentle, torturously slow pull, he brings the silk down, exposing my breast to the moonlight. His hand immediately slides into place, squeezing, tugging.

The second his lips leave mine, forcing a whine from my mouth, he quickly finds my nipple and sucks, long and hard. I jolt, writhing as he continues to tease me. I grip on to his hair, pulling his curls to make him moan against my skin.

His other hand slides the other half of my dress down until I’m full exposed. His hands and lips work in tandem to pinch, squeeze, and suck as he presses me further into the bed.

“Ridoc,” I groan as he leaves a tender love bite on the bottom side of my breast. “Please.”

He looks up at me through his long lashes from his position on my chest. His tongue flicks out, teasing and tasting.

“What do you need, love? Tell me.”

I grip him closer to me before the words escape. “I need you inside me. Now.”

His grin is all sin as he bites my nipple once more. “As you wish.”

His fingers make quick work of my dress, casting it to the floor and leaving me in just my underwear. With soft laughter between us, he maneuvers my underwear off my legs. Wiggling his brows, I smile as he stuffs my panties in his back pocket.

“Stealing my underwear?” I question.

“More like a keepsake,” He winks.

Ridoc grabs my ankles and pulls me to the end of the bed, tugging until my ass is almost to the edge. He pulls my knees up over his shoulders and gives me the most cocky look I’ve ever seen from him.

“I’ve been waiting too long to do this and I’m not wasting a second,” he kneels to the hardwood floor as he unbuttons his pants. I try to catch sight of what he’s doing, but he presses me back down with a firm hand.

“Hold on to something, baby.”

Without warning, he dives into my cunt, licking and sucking like a man starved.

Gods, that mouth.

My eyes roll back at the sudden sensation, his fingers finding and pinching my clit as he rolls his tongue between my folds. I try to grip onto the sheets, but they slip from my palms. Instead, I find his head and grasp his dark curls for dear life as he groans into me.

I’m rising to my peak far too soon as he flicks my clit. I see stars before looking down at him on his knees before me. His eyes are on me, wide and hungry as they drink me in, pleasuring me with his tongue. I see his other hand that’s not on me moving back and forth below my line of sight. I furrow my brows in question until I hear him moan again with another flick of his tongue. I gasp. Is he… touching himself while he eats me out?

The thought of his hand wrapped around his cock while he fucks his tongue into me has me coming hard on his face. I writhe and tremble as shockwaves rock through me. When I finally come down from the high, he’s standing above me, my slick covering his mouth, as his hand rocks back and forth with his— My eyes widen. His dick is huge and hangs from his unbuttoned pants in his hand. I unabashedly stare as he works himself, up and down, over me. It’s incredibly hot.

“You’re not going to fit,” I whisper in shock.

Ridoc tsks as his tongue darts out, licking the slick from his lips. I don’t hold back my moan as he brings his other hand, the one that was inside of me, up and licks his fingers.

“Thanks for the ego boost,” he winks. “But I’ll fit. I’ll make sure of it.”

I would’ve rolled my eyes if he hadn’t suddenly pushed me down on the bed as he throws his pants off in the same movement. He may be all jokes and carefree smiles, but Ridoc knows what he’s doing when it comes to fucking.

He positions himself over my entrance and, without preamble, slams into me, forcing me to cry out. It takes my breath away as he grips my hips, rocking into me. The stretch is everything. I feel entirely full and overwhelmed. It’s addicting.

I rock my hips to force him to move, feeling him bury inside me as he begins to pump. In and out. In and out.

We both groan as my legs wrap around his torso, his knees hitting the bed as he scoops me up to hit me harder, deeper. I hold on to his shoulders as his lips latch onto my neck. This angle, oh gods, this angle has me throwing my head back in rapture as he fucks me.

“Told you I’d fit,” he whispers roughly.

I huff a laugh before bringing his lips to mine. I feel that rising heat once more, deep within me. The more he thrusts, deep and punishing, his deft fingers playing with my clit, I feel myself close to shattering yet again.

“I’m-“ I gasp. “I’m gonna-“

“I’ve got you, baby,” he breathes before hitting me faster. His thrusts frantic now as he chases his own pleasure.

We both come together, screaming as I feel him spill into me. My cunt squeezes him, over and over and over again, before we both fall to the bed in a pile of limbs.

Heaving breaths fill the air as we come down from what was probably the best sex of my entire life.

Ridoc’s dark eyes capture mine as he maneuvers me so I’m laying on his chest. His arms wrap securely around me as he kisses the top of my head.

“Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

My heart soars from his tenderness. I smile into his skin. “This, holding me, sleeping together, that’s what I want.”

His smile is blinding as he turns my face up to his. “Until the sun rises, you’re mine.”

I give him a soft and gentle kiss. “And after that?”

“I’m yours,” his eyes hold a severe weight as he stares down at me, his lips caressing mine. “Now and always.”

[gettinontopic]

to engage with your addition in good faith I would just like to say that I did point out that there's no specific term for the oppression of Black men for this exact reason. As far as I understand it, which I admit may be limited (or biased by my whiteness), the reason there's no term analogous to misogynoir for Black men is precisely because there's no axis of oppression against men. Black men are absolutely oppressed & Black masculinity is absolutely stereotyped negatively but I've always understood that to not be a form of intersectional oppression (despite absolutey being an instance of anti-Blackness) precisely because anti-masculinity doesn't exist as a structural axis of oppression. These terms (like transmisogynoir, etc) exist to describe and interrogate the intersections between axes of systemic oppression so any such term incorporating anti-masculinity either A. fails to understand why these terms exist and misappropriates intersectional language or B. validates & relies on a belief in misandry as a real systemic axis of oppression. I'm not saying all this just to Disagree with you, I'd love to hear your thoughts because this ^ is just my own understanding of it and I've yet to hear it discussed in a way that actually negates any of it. Plus I am often wrong so I'd love to actually know why I'm wrong rather than just being told I am

I mean tbh this is exhausting to have to type out. You're wrong. There is a word equivalent. It's not mainstream as hell tho bc black communities don't talk like this with each other about opression, but it exist and is used. Sinple answer.

Not as simple answer:

We find all idenities, even the non opressed ones, to be part of the intersection. The intersection is not soley opressed idenities! Its about how any of you idebtities mix to shape your unique experience under a white supremacy led patriarcy.

That's what the og theory states pretty openly if you read it through a lense that doesnt start and end with "systemaic is the only ones that matter"

It cannot misuse these if the og theory ask to consider all parts, even the parts who are arguably not opressed, which it does.

For you? It's one post where you could be wrong.

For me it's been months of white users explaining how my opression works, misdefining the black theory around intersectionality, calling me names and slurs, and just gernally proving to me why transandrophobia as a word for me as a nonbinary poc is not only needed, but important.

My blogs brimming with talk about me and many other trans men of colors talks about our intersection and if the word is what stop you from exploring what we are actually saying , then it just really comes across as you never intendingbto listen anyway.

Black men use misandronoir (Spelling may vary based on circles) in irl spaces I attend and the black woman still use misgynoir and both have very good talks about what we can to structurally desmatle thebsystems that perpete that hate.

But that starts with whitenpeople believing what we say for even like, five minutes

Also:

Just because cis people don't have a word for something doesn't mean trans people can't make their own. Cis people aren't the default experience and we need to stop defining our existence around their rules if we ever want out of cishet patrarcy standards

[sundayeleith]

Leander theory : the truth behind his eyes

I didn't have the time to write that post previously and it's a long overdue, so let's go.

I think I cracked the code about Leander, or at least found a lead that is totally probable thanks to the new elements in the update and people's comments on MC's behaviour around Leander.

Tldr : he charms/hypnotizes people with his eyes, rendering them obedient and oblivious to any harm he could cause. More below the cut !

Let me elaborate.

What first made me think about this theory is MC's behavior around Leander. Even in version 1.0, MC has been guarded about their curse, adamant on avoiding the subject, if not very reluctant even under direct threat (Ais). But that melts away almost instantly around Leander. First, they reveal the information without much difficulty. Then, they show him their hands. Even if they are a bit nervous, they do seem less reluctant than with the other characters.

In version 2.0, this is accentuated by the additions and modifications in the Leander segments, especially the branching after the tavern scene. Leander lures MC in the guest room by claiming he got information reguarding their curse, guiltrips them and faint wanting to leave to give them some space. Then we have the whole moment with Leander and MC being horny as hell, and finally Leander leaves. After he left, MC remembers why they followed Leander here in the first place, as if regaining some clarity of mind.

It's evident MC's behavior is affected around Leander in a way that surpasses simple trust. Leander is a mage, a powerful and skilled one at that. He could have totally put MC under a spell to get what he wants. And to push that, I'll argue MC is not the only victim and that he does that with pretty much everyone but mostly with outsiders (Mhin and MC). With this in mind, I then thought about how and when Leander could have charmed his victims.

It could have been with the flower he gives MC upon meeting him, but we can decline to take it. Then I thought about the "protection" spell he uses before taking MC's hand, but MC trusted him almost blindly before doing so.

That's what led me to the main conclusion and what has been under our nose this whole time : Leander charms people via his eyes. His "monster" form shadow and the teal green spec in his eyes of the same color of his magic (and broach + belt) could be indicators that at least something is up with his eyes.

Alongside the newly reinforced snake imagery, it is clear that his natural charms alone is not enough to tear down MC's guards in the span of 24 hours.

I could be wrong about the eyes as all the LIs got their eyes white in the monster form shadows, but Leander only has his eyes in white while the rest of the cast got other details in white (Ais' tattoo, Vere's chains, or other details to be able to make out some shapes). If not his eyes, I bet on his presence alone being enough. Could be via a spell, a potion, an artifact, a pact (why who though ?) anything.

That's my take on it, it's just a theory and tbh if I'm wrong I don't mind and I think I'm partially correct or put my finger onto smth >:) We'll see with the full game how close I was lmao

Thanks for reading ! ✨

[niyafics]

ᯓᡣ𐭩better every time˖ ݁𖥔

paige x reader (18+)

𐙚 part 1🐈‍⬛

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ wc : 2.5k

𖥔 ݁˖ cw : SMUT, first person p.o.v, petplay ahhh, the word sl*t, swearing, all that great stuff

˖ ݁𖥔 summary : a package arrives from paige, what could it be?

˖ ݁ a/n : hii srry if this sucks i haven’t written smut in years. not rlly edited.

p.b

did you get my gift,kitten?

me

yes, but i haven’t opened it

this kitten thing is just forever now huh :/

p.b

lol open the box and you tell me

We hadn’t seen each other in a week now, and even our last time was brief. Practice, games, school preoccupied all Paiges’ time, and I was getting swamped with work and my demanding minimum wage job. Still managing to slip a suggestive message or picture in between.

We had responsibilities. It was best for it to stay that way. For me to stay busy. That time apart would help me ground myself from getting completely enthralled in the tall girls icey eyes.

I felt embarrassingly moody last month when we didn’t meet up for a week opposed to our normal 2-4 times throughout it. Which in truthfulness, was too often. A few times us not having the sex our relationship was supposed to be exclusive to.

Like when she invited me over her place to watch the worst movies we could find on Netflix, intertwined lazily on her couch until I had to go to work.

Staring sleepily at the ceiling in the dark talking to each other about anything. Everything. Until one of our tired states doesn’t let us respond anymore.

Or when she’d pleaded to come over after a long practice, showering and plopping into my bed like it was hers. I had been the big spoon, combing my hands through her hair that was still damp, until she fell asleep. This one happened more than once.

I sat up on my elbow and watched her breathe slowly, my arm wrapped around her waist from behind, thinking how she was so effortlessly cute, and sexy.How she smelled good. How she blurted out my name without me giving it to her, our first night together.

I still haven’t gathered the courage to ask how she knew it.

“God, (y/n), you’re even prettier up close...”

It rolled out like she moaned it a million times.

By now, she probably has.

I wondered, if our meeting was such a coincidence after all.

My theory made me feel full of myself. How could have Paige known me? No mutual friends, and mine sure as hell wouldn’t have forgotten to tell me Paige Bueckers asked about me. We had no classes. Paige was a year ahead of me. Sure, I seen her on campus. She never seen me. Had she? I’d have to ask if I wanted to know.

Regardless of why we saw each other, we were getting dangerously closer than usual fuck-buddies. Pushing past the boundaries of friends with benefits. The special time together, the vulnerability.

Especially now, with her sending me stuff. First, it was [your fav flower] which I offhandedly mentioned I liked. We hadn’t talked in days and then, there was a delivery guy holding them in a vase of my favorite color outside my door.

She was thinking of me. couldn’t she just text it? No, this was way more sentimental than a text. It was meant to leave me thinking about her even more than I was. To show me she was thinking of me. It wasn’t just store bought, she had to have gotten it from a florist.

I almost knocked her over the next time i saw her, saying it was the sweetest thing anyone had done for me, because it was. Paige held me while I gushed, swaying me slightly, with a smirk that read I successfully stroked her ego.

“A good way to say ‘thank you’ is for you to let me between those pretty thighs, kitty.” A chuckle escaped as she said it, though she was serious, she lets me know this with a firm grip behind me. That damn nickname. Whenever I wasn’t completely under her spell, I felt almost embarrassed hearing her say it. Responding to it. Then wasn’t one of those times. I was on my back with her perfect mouth wet from me in minutes.

p.b

omg y/n

p.b

open it alreadyyy

My phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I shuffled to my kitchen counter to open the package waiting for me. I took a picture of me from above so the box was also in frame. Smiling to myself before I hit send, knowing the sight of me in her hoodie with nothing but panties she couldn’t see underneath would drive her crazy.

me

[image]

patienceee, i’m about to rn

p.b

[hearted an attachment]

oh yea? i’ll teach u alllll abt patience ;p

Blush crept to my cheeks with a grin I couldn’t help, while I wondered what she meant.

I tore the tape down the middle and the box opened slightly on its own before I peeled both tabs back all the way. My mouth slowly falling and flustered giggles erupting from me.

It was a pink collar with a silver bell hanging from it. Next to it was a shiny chain leash, with a handle to match waiting to be attached.

me

ohmygoodness

p.b

:) yeahhhh???

p.b

you like it or you luv it ??

me

you’re insane

p.b

insanely attracted to you. yes.

p.b

now be a goodgirl & put the collar on, i’ll be there to hook the leash to it later <3

She was coming tonight? I felt nervous as if I hadn’t been on my knees for her a few nights ago, congratulating her on a win. I looked closely at what I was getting myself into.

That tingling feeling came while I went lifted it near my neck.

This girl was awakening things in me.

I’m up to the door in seconds when I hear a knock against it. It’s in a goofy rhythm, so I know exactly who it is. My hands go to fix my hair even though whatever condition it’s in is going to be gone in a minute anyway. I open it a little, then step away, and Paige happily invites herself the rest of the way in.

“My kitty.” Her pink lips give me a smile that’s so warm I feel it. That could be something else. She’s in sweatpants, air forces that always seemed to look new, and another graphic hoodie I’m eager to collect. I’m in the skimpiest nightgown I could find, with the collar snug around my neck.

She opens her arms beckoning me to hug her, it’s tight and I melt in, getting a whiff of her shampoo, her laundry detergent. Paige pulls me back and runs her hands to my butt while she takes my appearance in.

I know she’s pleased from the way she licks her top lip slightly, while her slim fingers slip underneath the fabric that stopped at the beginning of my thighs.

“Look at you, such an obedient sweetheart for me, aren’t you, mamas?” Her voice hums in my ear. “So gorgeous. I knew it’d be perfect on you.” I’m pulled into a deep kiss that makes a thick smack when we pull away, I can’t help but whimper. She goes at the crook of my neck, which is her favorite place when we see each other. Well, one of them.

Paige leaves hickies on me that I stopped bothering to cover up since the second time she proved she couldn’t help herself. I remember her telling me how it turns her on knowing I walked around with her love bites all over me. The way she knows my friends will ask, and I’ll just blush in response.

Pulling away like it pains her to, she admires her work. Her muscular body pressed against me still.

“Missed you so bad..” She says in an innocent tone, flicking the bell on my neck and mouth curling into a mischievous expression when it rings back in response. “Where’s the leash, hm?”

“Bedroom.” I tilt my head towards its direction. Blood starting to rush thinking of which scenario in my head was about to happen next. I knew she’d surprise me anyway. She grabs my hand and gently guides me there, and I follow, unapologetically looking at her with needy eyes.

As soon as we walk in it’s like a switch flips in Paige. Pushing me onto the bed, her lashes low, and her ponytail falling over her shoulder as she stares down at me, eyes full of lust, and ideas. Both her hands hold my face then they move down my neck to my shoulders, so she can push the straps to the gown away. Her mouth is on mine again as she slides it down, beyond ready to feel what’s underneath.

Traveling down my neck again with her lips that seem to get softer every-time I feel them, but this time she stops and pays special attention to my nipples that are already hard from her touch and the air. When she’s not sucking, running her tongue over, and slightly biting one, she’s fondling the other gently. Moaning even as she’s doing that, and my body is practically calling for her knowing she’s just as wet as I am right now. I can’t take the teasing anymore. I need her.

“Paige..” I drag her name out with a soft whine. “I..” Stopping because she knows what it is. Her clothed body is pressing against my heat, I roll my hips so she feels it. That’s the only way she snaps out of her trance with my breasts, she gives me a mocking pout.

“Aw, what, kitty?” Her full bottom lip pokes out, but the smile she fights back still curls in the corner. “hmm? tell me, ma..”

“Fuck me,” I breathe. Her smile is full fledged now. But she waits for more. “Ugh, please, baby..I need you..” my body loved the way she forced words out of me. If she opened my legs right now the teasing wouldn’t stop, it’d just move to how wet I am.

She doesn’t open them. Paige gets up and grabs the leash from my dresser, before returning back to standing over me, legs pressed tightly together on the bed, dress down my chest nearly off.

“Turn around.” Paige says. Not asking. More than happily, I sit up. Before I can turn over she flips me herself by my hips. I let out a gasp, it turns grows into a giggle that doesn’t hide how much that turned me on. Turning to look at her, my hands and knees on the mattress, batting my lashes, my back arching. From how she mumbled profanities, as she crawled near me, my taunting did what it was supposed to.

Her fingers go in my hair to pull it to the side, and the other hand loops the collar to the leash with a satisfying click. I start to squirm.

“Too cute...” She slides the dress further down my legs, I’m basically naked, getting unreasonably flustered at her staring at my wet slit. I hear an amused grin in her voice. “Don’t you dare move.” Paige mumbles. I feel a tug on the collar, the bell chimes, a moan hums in my mouth. My eyes closing, immersing into her taking care of me.

I hear her start to slide her clothes off, them dropping to the floor. Then she’s back hovering over me, and her ifinger slides down me slowly. I can’t help but let my head lower down, Paige grabs the leash up.

“Noo, I wanna hear you kitty…” She coos, leaning down near my ear. The leash making me arch until I see her face, upside down, eyes still visible against the darkness. She slides her index inside of me, I sharply inhale, and breathe out a low moan.

More are pounded out of me as she adds another digit into where I’m now practically drooling from, twisting and curling them, trying to coax my orgasm out of me. Paige stares down at me, entertained, her mouth slightly open while she works inside me. Fingers so close to her lap she’s moving her hips and hand, bouncing me up and down off them, with the help of the leash.

My eyes are hitting the back of my head, I have to concentrate to focus back in on her gaze. Her expression making my sounds of pleasure louder, closer together. I hear her grunts in her throat each time my ass hits her hips, coming down on her hand.

A knot ties tight inside me. It’s about to snap. Paige doesn’t lighten up on the leash or her strokes. The collar chokes me, and instead of complaining, I wish she’d pull tighter.

“You’re such a slut..gripping me like this…” She huffs. Her fingers rub profusely on my G spot. “About to cum, hm kitten?” Paige breathes out with a small chuckle, leaning down to kiss my back, sweat on her upper lip.

I yelp in response, barley able to grip the covers anymore, reaching back to put my hand on her hip, it makes her add another.

“P-paige, I love-“ I force myself to stop and squeal instead.

“I know, baby. Me too.” She grunts lowly back. My head is spinning, even though we probably thought the sentence ended in different ways.

My legs start trembling as a wave relief and instant exhaustion ripple through me. I feel myself go limp, the third finger sending me over the edge.

Paige lets me face plant into the duvet, letting go of the leash, cold metal hitting my sweaty back. We’re both panting, I hear Paige’s stop in between while she’s licking herself clean of me. She rubs my back with her free hand, an exhausted satisfied laugh comes from behind me. I can’t see but, I just know a smug look is plastered.

Rolling over to look at her, and she’s undoing her hair tie with the expression I predicted, blonde strands falling down her back, studying my flushed face. She was still naked, which makes me giddy for some reason, knowing she used to rush to throw her clothes back on.

“Come here..” I lazily wave her over. This time she does what I say. I think about saying it to tease her, but she looks so cute when she crawls on top of my chest and looks up to me, doe eyed, I kiss her forehead instead.

“It was good?” Paige asks soft, seeking reassurance, like I’m not still feeling the after effects of her hands on me. I stroke her hair tenderly, getting turned on by her warm body pressed against mine, her face on my chest.

“Great. Amazing.” I chirp back with confidence. “It gets better every time.”

“Really? I dunno if I believe that…” A toothy grin stretches on her face instead. “I guess we’ll have to go again to test it out..” she shrugs, watching me as she glided her palm up my stomach to my chest again.

I nod eagerly in agreement. I had something to ask her. I can’t remember what.

niyafics©️

[erwinsvow]

bitchy!reader being jealous at a party when she sees rafe talking to some girl and then finding out its a girl he has either slept with in the past or shes been all over him since before they were toghether. Reader makes a scene calling her out for being all over her man

yess but bitchy reader is a menace, she doesnt care abt any girls but she'll be soo mean to rafe abt it😭😭 this has to be pre-dating bc she would never let rafe disrespect her like that & he knows not to

when you catch rafe's eyes again, you feel a familiar sense of self-satisfaction course through your veins. of course he's looking—he should be surprised he can even look away.

you always look great, but today is something special, a pretty strapless dress decorating your body, something similar to the color of rafe's eyes. so, like always, it's no wonder he can't look away.

but you can't let the bastard think he's got you thinking about how often he is looking at you. it's all very confusing, so you don't glance back, trying to stay engrossed in your conversation with your friends. a few drinks and thirty minutes later, your eyes travel back to rafe.

and though he is still looking at you, there's some other girl in front of him, talking to him. the girl you recognize, someone who used to frequent tannyhill. on more than one occasion she's wandered down the kitchen when you and sarah are making waffles and sipping overpriced coffee. when you'd seen her, she'd been in rafe's clothes.

you hadn't cared much then, treated her the same you'd treat anyone. even now, with the girl in front of him trying to capture his attention and the idiot's eyes still on you, you feel the same—mildly annoyed at her, beyond irritated at him.

he thinks he can make you jealous. it's even cute that he's trying. this time you do stare back at rafe, a little annoyed at yourself for thinking about how cute he looks today. you like him in blue, you like that he's matching you.

"why are you staring at my brother?" sarah questions, and you smile in his direction.

"get your shit straight, sarah. he's staring at me." you wave at rafe, smiling sweetly before looking away. you don't have to see his face to know how it fell at your reaction.

"ugh. now he's coming over here. i'm not sticking around for this." you direct your smile at sarah.

"who asked you to stay?" she rolls her eyes at you.

"match made in heaven," she mutters, walking away in the other direction. when rafe approaches you, you stay seated on the couch, sipping your drink and observing your nails. they're baby blue—and you wonder how you'd come to that decision in the salon yesterday. of course, you know the answer.

"what the hell was that?" rafe barks, and you resist the eyeroll for as long as you can. last time he said if you rolled them at him again, he'd slap them out of your head, and though you want to test his theory, you'd prefer it in the privacy of his bedroom.

"just saying hi, rafe. you know i've met that poor girl before, at tannyhill. i'm surprised you even let her sleep over, you seem like the type-"

"can you shut up about her? what the hell was-"

"you already said that. and why would i shut up? you're the one yapping away to her. you know, you must be great in bed."

"excuse me?"

"i mean, you treat a girl that shitty and she's still willing to speak to you? she must remember something good. but knowing you it can't be for the conversation."

"..thanks?"

"you're welcome." you glance up at him again, but your eyes track back to the girl watching the two of you, the one he left behind to come talk to you. "i know you're a dick but don't be a dick. go finish talking to her. it's rude."

"i don't wanna talk to her."

"well, you're not talking to me."

"d'you have to make everything so fuckin' hard?"

"you're the one trying to make me jealous by talking to some poor girl! did you think i'd appreciate that?"

"why can't you just get jealous like you're supposed to?"

"you are such a jackass. maybe if you acted, like, a normal person-"

"oh, you're one to fuckin' talk. normal person my ass. you cuss me out every chance you get-"

"stop engaging in behavior that gets you cussed out then."

"shut up."

"you shut up!"

you both stare at each other for a moment.

"you wanna come to tannyhill with me?"

"yeah. let's go."

[aamircoeur]

NOT GONNA LIE i always love thinking ab characterxdresser!lover

like ex ken sato and the person (secret lover) that makes his outfits, does his makeup, usually dresses him for every public outing etc etc

ALSO MAYBE THE LOVER HAS DESIGNED ALL HIS JERSEYS like they design the jerseys for every team he has

- 🍃 (hi im new)

Being ex-lovers with Ken Sato as his personal stylist ー hcs.

hi 🍃 baby happy to have ü here <3 thank you sm 4 the req!!!!!! ur asks r so so cute

sfw, gn!reader. UNEDITED

despite ken sato being your actual lover from the past, you had too much on your plate to give another try at your relationship

but he didn't

this time, instead of asking mina for his schedule, he memorizes it himself so he knows when he has the chance to text you

"hey baby you got my fit ready for the interview?"

"sorry typo i meant [name]" 🤨

"yes, ken"

"heyy so i was wondering, coach shimura asked the team if we could design a new jersey for the upcoming season so i thought if you could be the one to design for us?"

"hello, ken. i'm afraid i am busy having to prepare your outfits for your upcoming interviews."

"oh okay okay no worries"

"but like if i pay you extra will you be able to do it? like a thousand? or, i can add more"

"fine, ken. we can hold a meeting with your team for their fabric preferences and whatnot."

"what they don't need to be there"

he's not slick .

he never forgets to thank you every time that he's given the opportunity

he leaves you gifts like mini cakes or your favourite coffee to share with him when you were together

whenever you come to dress him up or to drop off his outfit for the day he'd have flowers at hand to give to you when you arrive

although greatly appreciated, you told him multiple times that it was unnecessary considering your relationship now was professional

he insists, saying that he does it for everyone he knows even coach shimura

🤨🤨 little liar

whenever he goes on vacation he always invites you

of course you decline

but he's so pushy and basically drowns you with his reasons

"ik we both need it"

"they have a great sense of style there we can get inspo from them"

"the food there is great maybe we can get outfit inspirations"

"the view from the hotel there is great maybe the hotel staff dress nicely too maybe we can get outfit inspirations from them"

what the hell r those reasons kenji

with enough convincing you come, with you insisting on staying in separate rooms but hey at least you're there with him

he always brags about how great of a stylist you are during interviews or press conferences

praises your creativity, your knowledge in color theory and body shapes that you always make him look so great

he's been told so much about how greatly his outfits complimented his body and he's so proud of you

but he almost killed everyone in the room including himself when you told him that other celebrities have reached out to have you as their personal stylist

he tried to convince you to stay as only his instead

i mean by convince is doubling your salary

which works btw

oh and during events he always has you as his +1

and if +1s weren't allowed he would simply not attend no matter how great attending at that event would be for his career && fame

"who cares" - ken2k24

he keeps you by his side and introduces you to all the people that he knows

which really confuses you because he told you that you were there for his touch-ups

but you didn't mind anymore

you missed spending time with him too.

[remxedmoon]

You should tell us about color psychology that sounds cool as hell

YES… HA HA HA… YES!

GGGOD I WISH I WASN’T OUT OF THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW. but i’ve been thinking about colors literally all day so you all get to be subject to my madness! sorry this is long and rambly wauaua. nightmarishly long post under the cut.

okay. first things first, a few basics. color theory and color psychology tend to get confused a lot in discussions, but they usually refer to different things. color theory is more about we physically perceive colors (color wheels and color schemes the like), while color psychology focuses on our emotional response to colors. if you’re familiar with the children’s hospital color theory post, that poster wasn’t actually talking about color theory, but color psychology (and also it’s incredibly surface level and heavily misunderstands the subject because in what fucking universe does the quantity of positive associations with a color matter more than the context it’s used in and sorry i have personal beef with this tumblr post).

color theory is also a special interest of mine but i’m not gonna touch on it too much here because it’s not entirely important. mmmaybe another time…

essentially, certain colors (and color combinations) have associations in our brains and that affect our behavior and emotions. these associations are also very much affected by the context a color is used in. colors don’t exist in a vacuum! so while red can symbolize passion and love when used in something like a dress or a bouquet of flowers, it has a very different connotation when it’s, say, splattered on the walls or smeared on the ground in a snail trail.

or for a less Children’s Hospital Themed example, i’ll put my euphrasie and king designs here!

(of course the saturation and brightness of these blues play a massive part in how they’re perceived but this is not a post about color theory this is n)

and, of course, combining colors in a piece can also change their meanings!! i’m about to get real fucking normal.

i’m gonna be focusing on the color combo of red and yellow here because it’s the one that’s most relevant to my art (and also it’s really interesting.) basically, seeing these two colors together activates the part of our brain that controls our appetite, making us actually feel hungry. this is why so many food companies use red and yellow in their branding! it’s neat stuff!!

also, if you’re familiar with it, this is why the mv for butcher vanity uses this color palette!! along with red’s general associations with danger and blood, the color combo also physically induces hunger. pretty fitting for a song about cannibalism!

(there is also red’s association with lust and passion and how that intersects with the double meaning in the lyrics but i cannot derail this post into being an analysis of butcher vanity i’m sorry. we’d be here all week. maybe another day... wipes a tear from my eye)

and i think this might be the reason why some people feel hungry when they see my art, even when i’m not drawing food. while i don’t tend to use red outright, most of my art has very warm undertones (red-oranges and yellows especially), which could be activating that hunger response??

(ah fuck color theory managed to weasel its way into this post again)

admittedly this part is just speculation on my end. i think my rendering style and Shapes also play a role in it, but it’s interesting for me to think about!!

this is only scratching the surface of how complicated colors can get. i was going to go on an entire tangent about color grading and how green lighting can make a scene feel unnerving but this post is already Too Fucking Long. aaaa super sorry if this is Rambly or hard to understand!! i’m not Entirely sure how much the average person knows about color theory and psychology so if there’s any confusing terms here i’m fine with adding stuff for clarity!

wauauuaa thank you so much for asking!!!! i love talking about colors.

tl;dr colors have a bunch of different emotions and meanings tied to them, but you’ve gotta pay attention to the context in which it’s being used. so maybe take a step back before you put that thick red trail on the floor of your children’s hospital.

[magnuficentwo]

MARS IM FUCKING VIBRATING IM GOING TO SCREAM FOREVER. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE

Honestly such a shame we never get to see each corporation's style of robots, it's just Hyperion's and *a tiny* little bit of Maliwan's + Dahls. Well I say no more. I'm going to design them all even if it's the last thing I do

[meo-eiru]

*cracks knuckles* here I am again. this time with Micah as my victim

so at first,

you definitely should add some more story to him. so far, if I'm being honest, he feels a bit too plain to me. but oh boy, what a potential I see here!

alright lets begin

omg look at him! such a hypocrite! how smart it is, to put all blame on MC while being just as (actually even more) sinful. and he sure hides well; it's your fault, isn't it? oh you and your sinful mind.

buut despite him not really being my cup of tea, I still do like a good old concept of ugly insides, hidden behind a beautiful shell (if that's the vibe you were going for).

Micah seems so pure, so holy, almost like an angel (you played smart by adding a lot of white in his design) – but behind that pristine facade? he's ugly. and that shell eventually starts to crack, because no matter how pure he may seem, Micah is just as human as we are, and definitely not a good one. and what are we, if not a bunch of cruel, egotistical animals? and deep inside he's exactly that, sickeningly human. with that in mind the very first comic you did abt him is actually pretty hilarious to me. your desires? what about his desires, which are strong enough to ruin your whole life?

I kinda feel like he's also a little pathetic in his own way; if he can't make you fall for him, he will break you. isn't it like a very cowardly move? he wants you badly enough to use whatever method it may require to have you, but will never admit it.

but let's talk about that strange desire to destroy MC's purity. why? to make you just as dirty as he is? cute, but doesn't seem like a full explanation to me. he's a priest, right? and even despite those dark insides of his, I feel like Micah still kept at least some of the priest mindset. I mean, they're raised and taught with a very strict discipline. so I feel like deep down, he feels bad (not ashamed, but in a "how dare they" way) for his attraction to you, and punishes you for that attraction. it's not your fault, of course, but who cares? you managed to destroy his perfect, clean facade, which he was methodically building for his whole life with simply your existence. isn't that unfair? so now you must fall into the depths of hell with him.

I like how we can't justify him. Micah is perfectly aware of what he is doing. and of twisted nature of his feelings too, I think, yet still chooses to indulge in his desires, even if it hurts you, the person he was supposed to love and cherish. he makes me feel an absolute, poetic rage, and I love a character I can hate. (don't get me wrong, it meant to be a praise)

and I absolutely adore his design. also if I was on point with the idea you meant for him, that is wonderful too. if a character makes me feel something, I like that character. but girl, you really should add more details about him. because everything I've written here is, basically, just my own brainstorming and bare theories. Micah needs to have more meat on him for a full character analysis >_>

but anyway, I actually have a question.

what if MC wasn't in any way pure? what if they're a complete opposite of that word? count it on my love for hunchback of notre dame

unlike the nun MC, I suggest a MC who fully embraces their sins. like an evil succubus, they enjoy the joys of being tainted. they know what influence they have on their dear Father Micah, and isn't ashamed of that. I feel like that would make a pretty interesting story

(cough cough draw him blushing and moaning and my life is yours darling)

Another absolutely incredible ask I'll have a field day answering.

I do agree with him being a bit under developed at the moment. Micah was a bit unfortunate as in he was never meant to be an actual character. He was just a momentary creation who existed for me to study color theory. A beautiful man of flowers who didn't have an identity.

Then he joined the cast when I was busy with working on commissions and the 5k celebration comic so I didn't have the time to draw his introduction comic with the things I had planned for him, though I've been trying my best to explore him a bit more thru asks like this one. The fact that I don't want to spoil the stuff I'll draw in his comic is also holding me back a little.

I think Micah is evil, but not completely bad. A man who was born twisted, who was raised into goodness, and even with all the love he received never truly got rid of his inner darkness, but just once, just for one moment, I think he had good in his heart. And that is when he first saw you.

With all his twistedness, all his evilness, all his darkness, I think that love he felt for you was truly pure. Because in his eyes you appeared truly beautiful, like a pure lily.

But Micah isn't a pure man, neither does he want to be. So he prefers to pull you down to his level, so that you two can be sinful together. A truly impure way of feeling that pure and innocent love.

I have gotten asks about him with a more rowdy darling, one who isn't a nun or one who is more sinful. I've been really brainstorming about it but I don't think it would work. Not because I personally can't force the story into being like that but because I think it was just not meant to be like that.

You see I do come up with the characters, but I don't control their actions. If the character is unwilling I can't shape the story to my will. Because that story is their life and they control it. The best I can do is to try to fill the gaps I can.

I might prefer submissive yanderes, I might want Micah to have a more sinful darling instead but it wouldn't be Micah's story anymore. That's one of the reasons why he's so different from the rest of the boys. I'm not super into very dominant guys, I could probably count the ones I have with one hand, it wasn't my intention for Micah to be the way he is, but I don't think he could've been any other way.

Micah was just meant to be manipulative, a gaslighter, a dirty man who'll pull anything to push you below him.

I guess me looking at my stories from an actual novel or manga perspective also contributes to this. Father Micah exists to shine with a darling who he can soil.

Now the darling can maybe go against him in the future, she might rebel or give in to his sinful ways, but that's a different story.

[lorarri]

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pairing , zhou guanyu x fem! hijabi! president's daughter! reader

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[angelflms]

guys....remmick isn't just a standard disney villain you know that right?

like mf is scary as hell. he looks charming as hell, has a sweet looking smile, can sympathize with the juke gang because of the oppression the irish went through in america (it mirrored that of us Black Americans, believe it or not). you wanna feel bad.

that is until you realize this man wants to take sammie's god given gift.

the fact that he already stole a song from a Black woman that has disturbing lyrics in them (search up the history of pick poor robin).

the fact that in theory, if he had asked sammie politely, like stack did during the end credit scene, remmick would've been able to connect with his ancestors he's long lost due to being a vampire (and ofc the fucking brits being horrid).

but nope. he wanted to take it as his own.

he believed in equality but only if it was done his way.

he wasn't the klan. hell he thought his offer was better than dealing with the klan. i genuinely do believe that he didn't think he was racist and that he was just trying to heal those who were hurting and was looking for a semblance of family.

but he was still racist.

but he was in a "northern" way. where people were/are nice to Black people but to a certain extent. if they can get something out of it, then they'll be nice.

that's why the whole "remmick isn't racist" thing is fucking crazy and almost offensive, especially as a woman who has dealt with people like remmick as a Black girl in 2025 living in northern US

y'all should've saw how shit went down once trump went into office. the ally veils were lifted and we saw people's true colors.

just like the juke saw remmick's after a while.

that's why seeing the "remmick x sammie" and the "remmick x readers" from (mainly) white girlies on here give me an ick. because it tells me that you didn't truly see what story was being told.

you only saw a charming man played by cook from skins uk.

or maybe you did see the story. and you just didn't give a fuck.

in comes the "it's not that deep" squad from people who again, didn't get the movie.

[respectthepetty]

Wild Ass Theory - Pit Babe 2

I fucked up and didn't block the tag, so I know some stuff based on everyone's reactions to the trailer, but all I really got out of the reactions is Alan is still fine as hell, and if anything happens to him, I will riot.

I also know Barbie and Charles are going to get married, but I could figure that out from the light up ring box since it was shining so damn bright!

So now that I have watched the trailer, muted, and without subs, I'm here to report on what wild ass theory I came up with based solely on colors and vibes . . . starting with the blue.

Charles is a Blue Boy and Barbara is a Black Brooder, so the beginning of the trailer perfectly captures their love.

Because of Blue Boy Charles, Barbara was much lighter by the end of the first season, and that carries over into this season.

BUT in the scene where Charles leaves Barbie, he is fully black.

So my Wild Ass Theory is I don't think Barbie cheats on Charles. I think his darkness comes from making a deal with the devil.

A whole year ago, way back when a second season was announced with a teaser, I thought Tony was going to use Charles since Charles power was absorbing other powers, and in Jeffrey's visions, he saw Charles bleeding.

So knowing Barbie, he would do anything for his man, including going back to the dark (red) side.

The inside of Barbie's car is red, so I think he is even throwing races to protect Charles.

We know the devil is doing experiments on people, so he can figure out how to give them powers, but I think Charles will be the missing piece of his puzzle.

And this is clearly Blue Boy Charles hooked up for experiments in Peter's lab.

His Blue Boy power has to be the special link Tony is missing, right?!

Therefore, I don't think Barbie is sexually interested in the dark void named Willy, but is trying to get information out of Willy about Tony's plan for Charles.

BECAUSE I THINK WILLY ACTUALLY LIKES CHARLES!!!!!

Pink = 💕love💕 which is why Southwest Airlines and Vegas' Hedgehog are kissing underneath it, so I think instead of Willy being a horrible guy, he is basically going to be Waymond and Peter from last season, and just be an idiot in love who is willing to do dumb shit to get close to Charles like race him at night in little go-carts!

So I think Jeffrey is being sabotaged since he can see the future because the only person who would've told Barbie that Charles would be in trouble is Jeffrey.

Therefore, Tony snatches Alan and turns him into a demon (see the horns!!!!) to keep Jeffrey busy, so he won't fuck up his Charles plan.

But here is the thing — there is a lot of white in this trailer as if angels are coming through.

So Kentana has Kimberly and Alan has Jeffrey to save him.

In the previous trailer, I questioned if Southwest Airlines was going to do something funky to gain powers.

But for a boy that was pissing me off in the first season because he could not get his color together, he showed up in the announcement teaser in white, and now in this trailer he is in white, so I think Sonic will be the one to save North if shit goes south (Kimberly was also in white in the announcement trailer).

And even though I think Barbie is trying to save Charles from being used as an experimental lab rat for Tony, I think Charles will be the one to save Barbie, again, from the darkness.

But, more importantly, I think Waymond Christopher will save them all.

Peter, just like Kentana and Barbie, was always a Black Brooder because of his alignment with Tony, but Christopher is lighter than Waymond ever was.

So I think Christopher will be the one to lighten up Peter, and save the day because if they figure out that Charles is the key to everything while fucking, then everyone wins!

So I think there will be a lot of people sacrificing themselves for the others this season solely because there is soooo much white, and the last time someone wore white it was Waymond in the season one finale and he died protecting them!

So we have all these angels trying to rescue their men all because Black Brooder Barbie needs his Blue Boy Charles back safely.

And out of the clutches of darkness.

Let's see how much I'm clownin' when this premieres next month!