#you know what the connotations are ofc you know

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I am in envy over how you portray suns bc at least you understand them well enough to portray them LMAO

WELL- "understand them"- see i did the thing where i disregard canon to a degree (n disregard fanon as much as possible) for my own happye and if it somehow manages to land so close to the canonical vibes of them by complete miracle for some people i give a dumb grin and a 👌 n if it doesn't then we ballin 😔

like. i'm fairly sure my portrayal of Suns is pretty far away from the typical fandom Suns portrayal! there is no 100% right way to characterize characters that appear basically only as a text a few times. make of them what you will, what makes you happy, see if the canon text sounds like smth that would come out of That mouth and you are good to go

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How would Sinners react to a proposition of skinny dipping? You don't have to write all of them ofc :3

Ohhh, you are going to be the end of me /pos /nm the way I had to ponder this for so long. I’m dying

Unedited! Slight nsfw themes (mentions of nudity) ahead!

Hmm, I think Don is all for it as a fun adventure. Like, oh cool you want to swim in a lake together, this will be so fun, you can find something to jump into the water from or splash each other. If she’d be excited for having sone fun in the lake with someone, it’d be you. Those are her thoughts for exactly ten seconds before it hits her that skinny dipping also includes both parties being naked, preferably away from everyone else and pretty intimate. Her eyes get a bit wide as she’s hit with that realization but she’s Don, of course she won’t back down. Might blurt out something like ‚naked?’ Just as that thought enters her mind, not that she minds. She just doesn’t have a filter. And is very eager to do the activity with you still. Still, her openness doesn’t mean she’ll be normal about it. I could see her making quite a ruckus about sneaking off with you (not even to show off and let others know, she’s just like that plus you gave her a lot of positive emotions to process) so your little skinny dipping session will be anything but a secret. Bonus is that for a good while after you ask, you could swear her cheeks turned a semi-permanent shade of pink. The shoes stay on of course. Even when you question her about it, she’ll respond like you’re the one being silly for expecting anything else

Again with sinners being anything but normal, we have Sinclair. He’s another one who will ask the same question of „…Naked?” But in his case it’s not prefixed with excitement and joy. Not that he wouldn’t want to do it. He just didn’t expect you to propose that and even if you did, he’s still a bit surprised that you proposed that to him. He just simply… wasn’t expecting this. And with the insight I have from reading his book, I would guess that the whole concept would bring him more stress than joy. First of all, he doesn’t like himself all that much, so the perspective of stripping in front of somebody he likes… is anxiety inducing. Besides, despite keeping it all well hidden and marinating in his brain, his mind - more often than not - leads him uh. Places. He starts thinking about things he… really feels bad for thinking in relation to his favourite coworker. About your body and the connotations of your proposition. Lewd possibilities cross his mind and with each one he feels more and more awful. This is much worse than the ambiguously wet dreams plaguing his mind (as they do in the book), since at this point he at least doesn’t realise who the motherly figure in them is. But he knows you. And he feels like he shouldn’t be thinking about you in that way. You’d find that disgusting, find him disgusting. You probably already do. And he wouldn’t blame you for that. In the past (again, in the book), it took one lewd comment about a local shopkeeper from his schoolmates to get him flustered to the point he gave up on coming to the store. And he’s not much better now. A huge part of him, one that dislikes both the inside and outside of his own self, is screaming at him to decline. But there is something in the way you look at him so kindly, waiting for his response, that pushes him to ignore his innate instinct to run. You swear you could see cogs turning in his head and steam rising (sorry, that metaphor was uh, not purposefully crafted) as he mulled everything over to finally agree. But not before asking if you’re sure. I mean… you did ask. But he’s so stressed, he would rather make sure that you mean what you’re saying. The last thing he’d want is to make a fool of himself in front of you. You reassure him that your proposition still stands and you meant it. However, when push comes to shove he probably would still, albeit apologetically, ask if he could maybe stay in his shirt and boxers. Especially after seeing you strip. With a lot of encouragement you could maybe get him to give that up, but it would take a lot and he would be… rather guarded. Either way, as time in the lake goes on, he would relax a tiny bit and it would be fun. Mostly staying emerged in water though. Give him time. And uh. Don’t look down when you two get out of the water. We all know what is happening there as his eyes nearly drill holes in your figure, but I think he would actually die permanently if you acknowledged his hhh. Reaction

Rodya is much more chill with it. She gets excited right away and praises you for the good idea. When you tell her that it would be just the two of you and that she was the first person you thought of when the idea popped into your head, she grins. Well obviously she was, who’s more fun on this bus than her~ despite the self assured words and tone, there is a bit of pride as she says it. She proposes to make it a little adventure, to sneak out and make it a fun secret between the two of you. Definitely not because she’s a bit salty that you were the one to come up with the idea. I mean she likes you, she “should” come with something special to add here to impress you. Though it’s a bit reassuring that you thought that she was the best person to share this moment with. She makes the whole event ten times better, coming up with a way to sneak off unnoticed. Even if you are concerned about Vergilius finding out, she waves you off. She’s been in deeper shit than this, no need to worry. She has a way with words, as she claims. As you two strip, she teases you a bit and shamelessly takes off her clothes, fighting against herself not to show just how much she’s seeking out your starstruck gaze. Again, she tells you to relax as she watches you strip, letting slip a comment or two that are bound to rattle your brain for the next week. But for now you two enter the water. She yelps a bit and complains that it’s colder than she’d like. Overplaying the act a little bit, though you can definitely tell she’s cold. If you’re taking the temperature worse, she’d comment on it, saying how it’s crawl who the ‘cultured’ folk is. ‘Lowly ones are too used to freezing colds, it’s very easy to see~’ she says about ‘commoners’ in a playful but matter-of-factly tone. You could easily imagine Heathcliff contemplating drowning her on the spot on a bad day if he was present. But there’s no one around. Only you and her. And despite her poorly masked insecurities, this little activity you share is sure making her feel special

I firmly believe that asking Outis to skinny dip would leave you more flustered than her. Maybe she’d be surprised at first. Taken aback. You could see something in her demeanour shift as she lets out some semi-flustered explanation that it could be amateurish considering your “service” to the company. But she has a soft spot for you. So, after asking Dante (yes, she has to ask them, it’s the ‘professional way to conduct such procedures’) she informs you at what time she’ll be waiting for you. The initial surprise has worn off and from then on, oh, you’re cooked. She’d strip in a very matter of factly fashion and when she stands in front of you in all her glory, it’s hard not to blush. At the slightest hesitance she informs you that this is nothing to be embarrassed about. Her tone both confident and a little… affectionate? You could swear there was a glint of warmth in her eyes when she said it. Genuine warmth shining through her collected exterior. Times at war are (you don’t dare to correct that with a ‘were’) tough and back in her day she had seen contless soldiers in such situations. This is nothing to be ashamed about. Didn’t you request this bonding time between the two of you? It’s a good way to bring you two closer. She proclaims so with confidence, but as her words hit her, she adverts her eyes and adds that it’s good for teamwork. So what are you waiting for? It’s hard to disagree or prolong the ordeal, so soon enough both of you get into the water. She sways effortlessly along with the current and for once you can see her expression soften a little as she goes along with your attempts at small talk. Sure, that civil, personal part of her is a little rusty, but it glimmers though the cracks as she recounts some little facts and situations from the passing days. It’s hard to let her guard down. But as she watches you, submerged in the water beside her, she feels like it’s not impossible to feel something else than a calculated need for survival

As you ask Ryoshu to indulge you in your request, she takes her cigarette out of her mouth and quirks her eyebrow at you. ‚What For?’ She questions you with amusement. No matter your reasoning, she ponders for a second, snickering a little. It’s… sort of cute you want to involve her in your plans like that. Especially since it’s a bit of a bold ask, all things considered. Finally, a smirk plays on her lips as her eyes travel up and down your figure and she replies. ‚Alright, Why Not’. She’s not bothered by the whole concept, though your daring request is for sure positively interesting to her, as I said. You two set the time (well, you do, she’s chill to go along with anything really) and she tells you to lead the way. She’s not too bothered to just walk out even if you want to go during company time. She’s curious to see where it’ll go. Only when you two did yourselves of your uniforms does she change her demeanour a bit. She’s a woman of the arts after all. And there’s nothing shameful in her gaze as it drags across your body, noting every curve and scar. She definitely has eyes of an artist. And in that moment, you feel like the finest muse she had ever had (which… could be concerning considering the type of art she dabbles in, but this time her thoughts are definitely going different places than gore. For the most part). She’s fun to spend time in the water with. Witty and attentive, she gazes at the scenery around, though each time her eyes end up on you again. Albeit she’s an enigmatic woman, it’s very clear that this experience made you two somewhat closer

The real issue when asking Faust to go skinny dipping with you is to get a straightforward answer from her. Or just any answer that would tell you what she’s thinking. But it’s Faust we’re talking about. So, when you ask her if she’d be down to go skinny dipping with you after Dante officially ends the work day (you know she wouldn’t agree if this wasn’t the case) she tells you that ‘all employees are permitted to use the next twelve hours as they please, to rest, use the restroom or destress’. She says it as if she was stating the obvious. Well, she is, in a sense, but it doesn’t mean she’s making herself clear in this context. She’s doing anything but that. After you press her a bit and explains, that her response was, indeed, a “yes”. Although a very faint smile is tugging on her lips, as she asks you about the time and for the briefest of times you could swear that her (usually very distant) gaze settled on you. Still avoiding the eyes, but as it falls below your face, you wonder if it’s about something different than her habit of avoiding looking at faces this time. With how enigmatic she is, she isn’t giving you much to go off on in terms of decoding her thoughts. Even when she shows up at the time you two agreed on (seems like she appeared just as the clock struck the exact minute, but after getting to know her, that doesn’t surprise you at all). Gracefully, her hands work their way around zippers and buttons until the last item of clothing slides off of her body, only to be folded and set aside for later. Her soft, pale skin seems radiant and she waits for you to rid yourself on the uniform as well before emerging herself in water beside you. When you look at her, her eyes barely leave the surface, tracing the lines of the ripples her movement makes against the current. However, each time you look away, you can almost feel the burning gaze that settles on your figure and takes it all in

A gentle, happy smile settles on Hong Lu’s lips as you present him with the idea. How curious! Is this some sort of a ritual or a pastime poor people have? He would love to do it, he never had the chance to~. First being hungry and now taking clothes off and getting into dirty water for fun, this job is giving him so many new experiences! He asks what the purpose is. Of being naked and swimming in some (probably at least slightly contaminated) water. You didn’t suspect he knew about the horrid state of things outside of his bubble, such as water being bad/polluted, but his state of surprise seems to be contagious when you find yourself wondering about the degree to which his ignorance is a choice. As your expression clearly changes at his words, he gives you a lazy, quizzical smile. His questions need to be answered and I, dear reader, wish you good luck because you will need all of it to explain to him why you want to be in the water - alone and without clothes - with him specifically. After he seems satisfied (though you’re sure the last one or two questions were asked in an effort to fluster you), he tells you to get him when you’re ready to depart and head towards the destination of your ‘curious activity’. Once there, he gently pulls off his clothes with a bit of excitement, clearly looking forward to taking part in your plan. Before you get a chance to lead him into the murky liquid, he happily shows you his folded stack of clothes. They look… a bit unconventional in the way he had put them, but he acts with such glee that it’s hard to stay indifferent to his achievement. He tells you that he had other people handle such things before, but since that’s a thing of the past, he had learned to do it on his own. He’s very happy to share this new skill with you. It’s after that, that you two finally go thought with your plan fully. Shivering a bit, he asks if the water will be heated up. It’s up to you if you want to inform him that it’s not how natural bodies of water work or spare him such information and assure him that the longer you two stay emerged, the warmer he’ll feel (omitting that it won’t be due to any manmade mechanisms). All in all, even something you wouldn’t personally call “and exceptional experience” is like a brand new adventure with Hong Lu by your side. His musing and eager inquiries never let you drift off or grow bored. And if you’re unsure about how stimulating a chat with him can be, I assure you that his body will provide a whole array of visual stimuli as well, all on display for your eyes to explore

Next 3 couldn’t have been written without the help of my friend (you, dear anon haha^^) and I hope I didn’t disappoint~

If you were hoping for a distinct reaction from Heathcliff, you are in luck because it is indeed, definitely strong. When you ask him if he would like to skinny dip with you (either because you like the idea and want company or have just heard of the concept and want to try it out, having picked him as the best suited companion) he looks a bit… taken aback. Sure, he can be loud and most definitely wouldn’t categorise him as shy, but he’s also not blind to the implications of you offering to strip in front of him like it’s some casual activity (it’s not to him, definitely). There’s a lot of things left over from his past and even now, it clearly shows in his approach to intimacy. Not only was he ‘undesirable’ before, he had grown to expect to not have his desires met easily and without fighting for each instance of genuine affection (such as his… favourite coworker offering to be so intimate). In his head it’s still more easy to accept being The Other, the one who pleases those he cares about, someone who constantly tries to earn each instance of affection. Despite his… quite innate state of emotional constipation, he is fond of you and by extension- thinks quite highly of you. For someone who had it so reinforced from an early age that he is below the good and pure people (well, especially one person), it makes sense for you to just be your lovely self instead of initiating anything on you own, directing your attention and intimacy towards him so blatantly. Besides that he uh… well, he is all bark no bite in a sense that he didn’t have a lot of instances where he could get experience. At best he had something like this happen once or twice when he was much younger. Both the way he is and the lingering idea in the back of his head of ‘saving himself’ prevented him from familiarising himself with more. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if the question came from someone else. But you get him worked up on daily over much less than skinny dipping. Heck, even when you look at him a bit too intensely during a bickering session he looses track for a moment each time without fail. But he wouldn’t be Heathcliff if he unpacked all of that. So instead your question will get a very annoyed ‚what for’. I mean. Your intentions aren’t that clear to him, like I said, he feels more natural when he’s chasing an idea, than when his desires become something writhing reach, something he doesn’t have to work for. Whatever you tell him to explain your request, it won’t be completely understandable to him because of that. But in the end a strange pull he feels on the inside (again, he’s not unpacking that) pushes him to grumble out something that is almost in agreement to your question. In turn he spends the remaining time being filled with way more tension that what would be considered reasonable. He’s not snappy, but something about the way he holds himself is very different. So much so, that Rodya calls it out at one point. Only then does he let his full annoyance out and while a few sinners muse on what could have set him off like that again, you’re left to wonder if you were the reason for his strange behaviour. He’s stuck between snapping at your coworkers and spacing out. His mind going back to the plans you two made. Each time, he finds that his gaze landed on you again and lets out a frustrated huff. As you two finally depart on your off time, he walks right by your side. His eyebrows knitted together and his eyes looking somewhere off to the side. On the inside he is torn. A part of him wishes to rush towards the body of water and the other part tells him to run back to the bus. In the end he simply walks shoulder in w shoulder with you. Saying nothing until you two arrive at the place. Something stops him from undressing and compels him to instead aim his gaze at you for the first time since you guys departed. It���s then that he finds himself stuck, watching you slip out of your uniform, fabric sliding off of your form 1/2

Hungrily he notes each soft curve and sharp edge that makes up your form, his eyes taking in all the ways in which light and shadow engulf your body, creating a sight he realises now, he yearned so hard to see until now. No beauty mark, no hair, no scar escape his sight. When you turn to him, you could swear that his pronounced chest is rising up and down way pre intensely than it has any business doing so. Heath doesn’t know what to do with himself for a moment. Seeing you so bare, so purposefully there - it makes all the repressed urges inside him turn into a devouring fire that leaves his body sweating and muscles tense. It somehow feels both wrong and cathartic to have someone be here with him so wholly, with such intent. This is not like fleeting glances and meek brushing of the skin that he was told over and over he was undeserving of. This here doesn’t feel wrong or undeserved. Whatever you meant by your invitation here, he can feel that you meant it. He can’t think of what he did to deserve to be chosen out of all the coworkers you two are close to. In all fairness this is so unusual because he is sure that he did not do anything. He didn’t have to dress up nicely, speak differently, act more “civilised” (we… won’t unpack that here hhh). No amount of favours and flowers caused you to trust him enough to bare yourself like that. Somehow, you just did on your own accord. Undressing takes him a second, all those notions racing in his head, having a hard time getting through over his much more thirsty thoughts as he is battling a hard time of his own. The mere fact that his is not sporting a full on erection is more of a miracle than whatever Dante does to bring him back from the dead after battles. Finally you two are naked and if he wasn’t as worked up over you, he’d get an ego boost from the way you looked at him as well. As strong as his self restraint is, even the cold water can’t keep his member flaccid once you two get into the water and he looks at the way droplets explore your body, dripping down each time you emerge from under the surface. They shine and shimmer on your soft skin before falling down and it’s safe to say he’s getting more worked up with each second. It’s even more evident when you try to hold a conversation. Although you will have to deal with his frustrated demeanour and lack of focus, he still makes it worth a while and there’s nothing to regret once your little adventure comes to an end 2/2

As soon as the question exits your mouth, Ishmael cocks her head at you. It that really what you want to do? She also asks you ‘what for?’ Though she’s certainly not as worked up about it as Heathcliff was. There’s no doubt that she has experience with bodies of water and she is the first person to inform you that bathing without any clothes is about the least practical thing you can do. Of course, jumping in with your full attire on wouldn’t work well either, but a minimal amount of clothing is actually very beneficial. She’s not judging you, but don’t expect her not to question what kind of ‘fun’ there is in skinny dipping. So it’s a whole thing and people like to partake in it? Doesn’t make much sense from a practical standpoint, but as you explain to her why it’s actually the whole point to take your clothes off when you two do it, a little smile tugs on her lips. Perhaps she does find your methods of seeking alone time… unique, but she’s not oblivious to the fact that this is you initiating an intimate moment with her. The length to which you’re going to convince her of the vital part of being naked during skinny dipping makes it hard for her not to point it out. She asks you one or two final questions that are solely spoken to fluster you a bit, but ultimately she’s open to try this out. It’s Ish that insists on setting the time and follows through to a minute, waiting to be lead by you towards your set destination. As you undress, she checks out the body of water, humming to herself and giving you updates on her finds. When she’s satisfied that no harm could be caused by your little activity, she turns to face you. Though she acts very casual, her cheeks and ears come close to matching her hair as she eyes you up and down. After a brief pause she begins to take her own clothes off. The sudden change of temperatures leaves you shivering as you two go deeper in, but Ishmael acts unphased. She notes that she did warn you that your fun adventure could turn unpleasant and lead to you catching a cold. With a small sign, she swims closely to you. Body heat transfers underwater just as easily as it does on the surface. Thus, she proposes that you two entangle your bodies closely to keep you from suffering the cruel coolness of the liquid you were so eager to submerge yourself into. Her strong arms wrap themselves around your frame and your chests press together. Though decently athletic, she’s soft and definitely warm. She holds you until it’s time to get out, making sure you don’t freeze. At least that’s the reason she gives you ;3

Right from the start, though calm and unassuming in his demeanour, Yi Sang would be pretty receptive to your idea. All nervousness you might have felt disappear as soon as he responds to your question. He might be a little quiet but it doesn’t mean he’s prudish or judgy, quite the opposite actually. So all he does is nod in agreement and ask what would be the most convenient time for you two to depart. After that, if you are vigilant enough, you might feel his eyes on you a decent amount of times. At one point you can even hear Rodya question why he’s ’smiling to himself like that’ though his answer it too quiet to decipher (and probably a bit too ambiguous to get a proper read on him). In the end he approaches you as your working hours come to an end, asking you if you’re ready to go. He’s so casual about it that it’s hard not to feel at ease, even though his veiled eagerness is definitely a bit flustering. On the way there he engages in pleasant musings with you, listening to your thoughts about the latest happenings or life in general and gladly sharing his own. He’s a bit more relaxed now, whether it’s because he’s off the clock and away from the crowded bus or because he’s speaking with you. He grows a bit more flustered when he sees you take your clothes off and avoids eye contact more than usual when he sees you looking at his naked form, but still manages not to make things too awkward. All in all it’s not a bad time and despite being somewhat a distant person, he is definitely staying pretty close to you physically, sneaking glances each time you gaze at the water you two are submerged in

With Meursault I can’t imagine a scenario that wouldn’t be a bit silly and surreal because that man really just considers private affections and urges to be not a part of his work contract and thus fails to see the purpose in carrying them out. I firmy believe even getting morning wood is a conscious choice to him. It’s not in his contract, thus he refuses to succumb to it. However, he does value your input. Whether it’s affection or ‘simple appreciation for your efficiency in the workplace’ he is willing to hear you out. It doesn’t mean you won’t have to explain and validate skinny dipping as a pastime, both in excruciating length and detail. You might have to get Dante involved, asking them to please issue an official statement allowing you to depart in purpose of decreasing stress and thus increasing productivity. Yes, it has to be phrased like that. If you get your dear (and confused) manager to comply, Meursault won’t argue. It’s not that he doesn’t want to go. But his wants are not relevant. He is an employee first, after all. It shows in the way he completely disregards any of his personal feelings on the matter. Just hums quietly and agrees. If he is flustered or nervous, it doesn’t show. The best sign you will get from him is that he seems pretty receptive, all factors considered. Another sign that he might be a bit more interested than he is lettting on is that, after your work hours end, he heads towards you with such purpose that one could assume that Vergilius himself had ordered him to. With little to no shame he says ‘the work day ended. We can go through with your plan to go skinny dipping now’. It’s said in front of everyone and you can be sure that at least a few of your fellow coworkers will have a blast bringing it up and teasing you for the next week or two. But it is a worry you will have to mull over later as, just like Meursault said, it is time for you two to leave and head towards your destination. As you lead him towards the water he stays silent and promptly begins taking his clothes off when you two stop. Even in such an intimate action he is very stoic and graceful, leaving his uniform folded by the shore and offering to fold yours as well. Without any shame in his naked, exposed self, he submerges himself. If he is cold, there’s no indication of that. It is after hours though and if you are attentive enough you will see his eyes trailing across your figure. He is yet another sinner that, if you find yourself shivering, will offer to transfer some of his warmth by standing and holding you closely. The action seems almost formal, but it’s doubtful he would propose such thing if it wasn’t you. Silence with him is comfortable. In case you initiate a conversation though, he will respond, carrying the talk effortlessly and casually. Or well, as much as his usual uptight demeanour allowed him to

There is no other way to describe the state you put Dante in other than ‘sheer panic’. For a split second they even start to wonder if they should be getting into the water at all, given their mechanical head. Only to realise that this is no different than the showers they take and will not jeopardise their life or ability to bring sinners back. If it was physically possible, you would definitely see more than one droplet of sweat rolling down their face as they look around and fiddle with their fingers. Suddenly it feels like their limbs had grown too long and their body is all wrong. They shift under your gaze, making a few surprised sounds. If you were hoping to make your poor manager a flustered mess, you sure got it. Finally they ask <is that even allowed?>. And I mean. They are the manager, so it’s not like you’re the one to tell them. They get flustered at that realisation even more. Muttering something that almost could be considered a coherent confirmation they look mortified with their own decision making skills. I mean. They are used to being mocked and used by the sinners, disregarded as a weakling by most (and that doesn’t even cover the way they get treated by those who can’t hear their speech). So it’s surprising that out of everyone you could invite, you felt the most comfortable undressing in front of them. Sure, you make a point to treat them well on the daily, but they always assumed you didn’t think very highly of them, that it was pure courtesy. The more they think about your proposition, the more anxious they get. They like you. A lot. But your question could mean that you are more fond of them than they initially assumed. And they like you so so much. Oftentimes your interactions make their day, making them feel better even after the worst of days. But they always thought it was one sided (why wouldn’t it be? You’re so lovely and they are, as of now, not even the bare minimum. Just some incompetent ‘resurrection machine’ with no memories of the past and ‘questionable humanity’). If this is some sign that you’re sending, if you really like them, they would feel bad for giving into their selfish urges. You deserve someone stronger. Someone more capable. They get so worked up over that, that when you two finally get to it and it’s time to undress they are hit with a new wave of anxiety. Once again their whole body feels so inadequate and out of place. As you stand there naked they can’t help but shrink into themselves the more your beauty hits them. They don’t even remember what is considered attractive. They know their head is definitely a turn off but as they stand with their arms folded tightly like a shield, they start to wonder if any part of them is even remotely appealing by common beauty standards. You have to snap them out of their half horny-half self deprecating gaze and lead them towards the water by their hand, making their stomach fill with butterflies. It certainly takes a while for them to relax, though they do their best to respond every time you say something. All whilst desperately reminding themselves that you aren’t able to see where their eyes are looking 0///0

Gregor is no less caught by surprise and the half grumble-half squeak he makes is definite proof. Your surprising question is definitely at least a bit dreadful. Unlike in the the scenario above, Greg is more so concerned with the physical aspect of things. He treads carefully, trying to gage if you’re not making fun of him, mocking his appearance like so many have done before. Of course, up to this point you were nothing but kind, but after being let down and made to feel lesser by everyone, there is a (rather large) part of him that wonders if you’re not about to join the rest in reminding him just how much of a lowly gross looking pest he is. His suspicion is not very subtle, so you would easily catch on. I mean, after having witnessed so many times just how awfully people spoke to him/about him, you wouldn’t struggle to, at least partially, understand the source of his approach. All you can do is be kind and hope he can read your true intent (since he won’t verbalise his exact fear, he doesn’t like to bring up his modifications if he doesn’t have to). Surprisingly, it somewhat works because he reluctantly agrees to at least try. If he changes his mind, he can just stay on the shore. That kind of setup does make things a bit better for him. If push comes to shove he figures he can just opt out, you’re not putting much pressure on him. Still, he sighs deeply and sighs, muttering something about how he ‘should be smarter at his age’. Please, that man is acting as if he’s on his deathbed whilst being 35, someone talk some sense into him…. Well, either way he follows through in his promise and goes with you at your agreed time. When someone comments on you two ‘sneaking off’ it does nothing to make the situation any more loaded. The closer you two get to the body of water, the more visibly stressed he is. Instead of engaging in his usual small talk, he stays silent as he often does when he gets reminded of his painful past. If the walk was any longer you could safely assume that he would go through his whole pack of cigarettes, if not two. He sort of catches himself spacing out by the end and tries to act like everything’s fine (I mean, in the improbable - in his eyes - scenario that you just genuinely like him, it is a pretty bad look for him to be so silent and gloomy), but there is something heavy in the air. As you reach the shore, he stands to the side. Piece by piece your uniform uncovers your naked body. Only when you’re fully undressed does he start to contemplate yet another issue that could put him in a horrific predicament. While a decent chunk of other sinners, in they were in his place, would be most worried about getting a very obvious boner, he is too preoccupied with just now beginning to stress over the sudden upsurge of strong emotion making his body transform or act on its own. And there is a definite upsurge of emotions when he lets his gaze settle on your figure. He almost doesn’t hear you when you ask if he wants to join you. He’s somewhere between flustered and worried, looking anywhere but at you whilst telling you all the ways this could go bad. Hurting you. Scaring you. Making you repulsed. That last one he doesn’t say out loud but it weights on him nonetheless. Eventually you could maybe convince him. Pressure doesn’t work but letting him know that he has a choice and you are simply glad he accompanied you is going to go a long way. Something something being denied autonomy his whole life. Or something. Aaanyways. That might just get him to join you in the water, after having taken off his clothes as well. He… doesn’t like his looks in general. As a friend of mine put it - he figures the arm at least takes the attention away from everything else. Ouch. But undressing in front of you is a huge step! Kind of has a what are we????? Ringing in his head and making his face red but he won’t say that hhhh. Only when you two go in deeper (he’s very actively trying to submerge himself in the water, though he wishes he was a bit more secure if only to have you above the surface) does he chuckle nervously

2/2 and informs you that he cannot swim. At all. You're happy to learn more about him as always but also that kind of information would be handy to know beforehand. He still doesn't trust his modifications not to act up if your naked body were to get any closer to him, so you two stay a reasonable distance away but refrain from getting ant deeper. As he relaxes a tiny bit, you get to experience his uninterrupted yapping and forget about the earlier worries for a bit. His subtle cynicism shines through his goodnatured jokes and comments and for the first tine in a while he gets to relax a bit. It might take him long to let his guard down fully but it's hard not to smile seeing him at least a bit less beaten down. All i can guarantee is that he will absolutely go over this adventure again and again in his head and for days to come will get flustered in the most random moments. But out of all the outcomes, it's not so bad to have that effect on him, is it? ;3

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Lost | Eren Yeager

Based off of Lost by Frank Ocean aka my fave song

Plug!Eren au (maybe more like druglord!Eren??)

warnings; smut ofc. Drugs ofc. Pet names. The word 'daddy' in a sexual connotation.

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... Triple weight couldn't weigh the love I've got for the girl....

He just looked at her in awe, proud of his girl as she sat the kilo on the triple beam, adjusting the counterweights to receive the precise measurements. It wasn't long ago that she was a novice in the trade. Just weighing out measly dime bags printed with spades or dollar signs. In all honesty he couldn't believe he had her out here so eager to help him flip his brick. Maybe it was the way he would spoil her after every pound they sold. The trips to the Maldives and shopping sprees at the Chanel store. The Louboutin heels and Cuban chains and diamond necklaces with his initial on the pendant. Definitely from the way he would fuck her roughly on top of a bed full of money, a la Wolf of Wallstreet.

"You got it all nice and measured out?" Eren finally speaks, walking up to you. It takes you out of your concentration, your eyes on the tiny numbers on the beams of the scale. You look up at him, eyes now full of hearts. Ohhh how good he looked in that Versace silk button up. The way the collar drooped, showing just the right amount of chest.

"Uh huh. The perfect kilo. Not a gram more, not a gram less," you smile at the porcelain-colored mountain, honestly proud of yourself. It had taken you a while to get to this level of precision.

Eren puts a hand under your chin, "That's my good girl." His fingers caress the underside of your jawline. You give him a dimply smile in return, beaming from the praise. The intoxicating weight of his approval was almost heavier than the kilo in front of you. Eren’s gaze burns into you, his green eyes tracing the shape of your plump lips and then shifting downward to the work you’d just completed.

With a glint in his eye, he tilts your chin up just a little more, the pad of his thumb brushing slowly over your bottom lip. "Look at you, all grown up," he murmurs, his voice low and honey-thick, that rough edge of pride lacing every word. You held your breath, pulse quickening under his touch. “Think you can handle the next batch on your own?” he teases, fingers drifting to your cheek, then back to the hard line of your jaw. “Or will you still need me to keep an eye on you?”

You swallowed, hardly managing to hold back a mischievous grin. “Maybe I’d like it better with you here,” you reply, running your hand slowly down the smooth fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his chest through the silk. He just looked too yummy to keep your hands to yourself. Eren’s lips quirked at your touch, his hand settling on the small of your back as he leans in close, his breath hot against your skin.

“You know I’ll always be here to make sure my girl gets it just right,” he hums, his voice sending a thrill down your spine as he presses his mouth softly against your neck, tasting the heat of your skin. The air between you was thick, charged, the slightest pressure away from setting things ablaze.

As his fingers trace down your back, your mind hazily drifts to what this life had turned you into—a girl who could measure out yayo with the same precision Eren used when he unraveled you, his skillful hands claiming you with a possessiveness only his world could breed. A world that made him greedy and a little bit selfish. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, a mischievous smirk on his face as he sizes you up. There was an intensity there, a look that spoke volumes—a dangerous combination of trust, desire, and something else that was just… Eren. It made your knees weak.

“Why don’t you wrap it up for me, then?” he asks, nodding toward the carefully measured pile of powder on the scale pan. “Let’s see if you’ve mastered that part too.”

You took a steadying breath, giving him a smirk of your own. He liked to test you, liked to push you to see how far you could go in his world—and you loved every second of it. The thrill, the risk, and knowing you had Eren’s undivided attention was addictive. Carefully, you start the process of wrapping the package, feeling the weight of his gaze follow your every move. Taking a card, some random fake ID, you start to sift the snow into the cocaine mold, already having prepped it by placing the cellophane wrap inside.

Once all 2.2 pounds are inside the metal casing, you use the press, placing both hands on top to make sure it's packed in tight. Eren can't help but salivate at the way your tits press together in the process, almost popping out of that flimsy tank top. As delicate as you possibly can, you lift the edges of the cellophane out of the press, placing the newly formed rectangle on the table gingerly.

With a tender touch you wrap the excess cellophane around the shape before sealing it off with tan packing tape. Once you know it's nice and sealed up you grab thicker kitchen wrap, encasing the now sturdy block in multiple layers of the plastic vinyl.

Finally finished, you hold up the neatly wrapped brick, meeting his gaze with a look of confidence. “Perfect, just like you wanted.”

He took the package from your hands, inspecting it with a slow, approving nod. "Not bad," he says, though his eyes held a sparkle that told you he was more than satisfied. "I taught you well, baby."

Without warning, he leans in and snakes an arm behind your lower back. Pulling you close, pressing you against the edge of the grand table. The kilo is softly tossed to the side, now being forgotten in lieu of Eren's choice of drug, his baby girl. His lips capture yours, hard and hungry, as if he’d been waiting for this moment all day. The taste of him was intoxicating—sharp and sweet, like the Russian Cream Backwood he had smoked earlier. The excess nicotine in his mouth now numbing your lips. Your breaths became heavy and full of him; a mix of cologne and smoke, of the kind of danger and excitement that no amount of money could buy.

Your fingers found their way into his hair as he kissed you deeper, his rough hands roaming over your body like he couldn’t get enough. The heat of his touch made you feel lightheaded, your mind hazy and focused solely on him. Although your mind was always focused on him ever since he had entered your life.

"You’ve earned a little reward," he mumbles against your lips, one hand slipping down to your thigh, sliding slowly, deliberately up your skirt. The coldness of his gold Palma chain bracelet sending shivers through your body. In contrast his breath was hot against your skin, and you could feel his grin as he left a trail of sloppy, lust filled kisses down your neck. "What do you say?"

Your heart raced, and you didn’t need to answer—he already knew. You were his, completely and utterly, caught in his web of desire, danger, and dark thrills that always kept you coming back for more. Simply put you were definitely addicted to Eren Yeager.

Eren’s fingers trace up your thigh, slow and teasing, pushing the hem of your skirt higher as he presses you harder against the edge of the table. You could feel your pulse racing under his touch, his lips trailing along your exposed collarbone with a heated urgency that made you melt. Every nerve in your body was alive, aware of every brush of his skin against yours, every inhale and exhale of his breath as he claimed you.

“Look at you,” he mutters, his voice low, almost reverent. Thumb skimming the inside of your thigh, making your breath hitch. “You’ve come so far, my pretty girl. From dime bags to kilos, and now…” He leans in, his lips brushing your ear. “Now, you’re exactly where you belong.”

Eren's words sends shocks through you, a sense of pride mixed with something deeper, something raw. There was a part of you that had always wanted this—wanted to feel useful in his world, trusted and treasured by him in a way that no one else could understand. With Eren, you weren’t just someone to spoil or protect anymore. You were his partner, his equal, his mutual addiction.

Lust drunk, he lifts you onto the table, hands firm on your waist as he positions you exactly how he wants, his hungry gaze never leaving yours. Eren doesn’t say anything as he spreads your legs, fingers tracing over the soft lacy fabric between them, making you tingle. Looking down at you, cheekbones and jawline sharp, he puts you in a fawn-like state. You hold his gaze, heart thumping as he leans in, his mouth hot against yours.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispers, his voice sweet and heavy like molasses. Rough fingers slip beneath your now dampened panties, finding you warm and wanting, and you can no longer hold back the soft moan that escapes your lips. Slowly he starts to rub your pearl, causing more heat to pool to your sensitive area.

“I want this,” you manage to say between moans, your words melting into a whimper as his fingers move against you, slow and skilled. “I want you, Eren.” Your eyes are glossed over with desire, bottom lip pouting as your body begs for more.

He gave a low, satisfied chuckle, eyes darkening as he watches your reactions, drinking in every tremor, every shaky sigh. “Good,” he says, his voice carnal. “Because I want all of you, every last piece.” With that he presses closer, his touch growing bolder, his kisses deeper and more demanding. A slender finger now makes its way into you, pressing into your spongy walls, collecting all the slickness that was dripping from your entrance. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, losing yourself in the feeling of his body against yours.

As Eren adds another finger you start to unbutton his silk shirt. Fervent yet careful as to not pop one off. You would be in for it if you were to ruin his brand new fifteen-hundred-dollar shirt. Eyelids heavy with longing, you look up at him through your thick lashes. Eren is a sight to behold, bottom lip tucked tightly in between his pearly white teeth, brows etched together in prurience. He looks absolutely gorgeous, body defined and toned, muscles flexing with every movement he makes. Eren's fingers move at a moderate pace with stern pressure. Just enough to get your juices flowing, but not enough to make you any closer to cumming.

"Faster baby," you whine out as your hips grind against his digits. Eren smirks, looking down at you as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers. Listening to your pleas, he picks up the pace. You hum out as he does so, muttering out a quick 'thank you' under your breath. Looking down at the lewd sight, you notice he was only going one knuckle deep, was he really holding out on you? So much for a reward. "Deeper, Ren." Another whine leaves your throat.

"You're such a needy princess, aren't you?" Eren does as you wish, pushing his fingers in as deep as he can. Adding his thumb to your clit makes your eyes flutter, a wave of stimulus making your legs twitch. Loving the reaction your body gives him, he decides to add a third finger, all three digits now swirling from the bottom of your chasm to curl up into the top of your mound. It sounds nasty, the squelches coming from your cunt as he toys with it.

"You made me like this," you manage to say, your lips staying parted as you watch him add that third finger. The way it starts to spread you, stretch you out with that soft sting. The way those three fingers glisten with your slickness as he pumps them in and out of you. Eren thinks your pink lips look so pretty parted like that, they'd probably look better if they were put to work. Taking advantage of your attention being elsewhere, he takes his other hand, placing it under your chin as his thumb slips between your plump lips with ease. Your big doe eyes look up at him and he gets even harder as you look at him with that needy, (not so) innocent looking face. You moan around his thumb, almost wanting to bite it if you weren't lulling in and out of a pleasure induced daze.

"I did huh, made you so needy and spoiled," he grunts, adding force to his fingering to emphasize his words. Each forceful pump making you mewl, back arching. Eren loves watching you come undone beneath him, your legs jerking just from his fingers. The way your brows knit in pleasure, eyes rolling back as your breaths are light and quick. It's a beautiful sight, one that he never gets tired of. "Anything else my needy girl needs? Hm?" He asks as he takes his thumb out of your mouth, the cute little 'pop' it makes causing him to smile.

You nod fervently, "Need your dick inside me." You yank him by his Medusa belt buckle, pulling him closer as you try to undo it. Maybe it was the way you were trying with such rushed neediness, but it seemed impossible, with you cursing at the overcomplicated belt. Eren lets out a low chuckle as he pulls his fingers out of you, causing you to snap out of your thirsty tunnel vision. Fuck, you looked so cute looking up at him with that confused look on your face.

"Impatient, are we princess?" Shaking his head, he leans down and places a kiss to your temple. Instead of watching you fumble with his belt, he starts to do it himself, still chuckling at how insistent you were in your failed attempts.

"Jus' need you so bad," you respond, watching him undo the belt with ease. He tugs it out of his belt loops, half thinking about using it to restrain you or whoop you, but he remembers how good of a girl you have been, how he needs to reward you. His jeans drop to the floor with his boxers following suit. Your eyes don't leave the delicious sight of his V-line and happy trail as you hurriedly yank your panties off and toss them to the side.

"You're such a needy little thing, princess. You want my cock that badly, huh?" Eren playfully tilts his head as he gathers the precum leaking out of his tip, starting to pump himself as he watches you spread your legs instinctively. All you could do is give him a whiny 'uh huh' as you tug at his unbuttoned shirt, lust making your brain foggy. He laughs inwardly at your response, enjoying how easily you turn ditzy when you were sex hungry.

"Look at you, baby. So desperate for me. You're gonna look so pretty when I split you open right now," Dropping his shirt off his shoulders, Eren's hands move to your thighs, gripping them as he forces your legs open even more. He does a little double tap with the head of his dick, the heavy pats on your clit making you whine even more. He just had to tease you huh? Before you could say anything bratty, he pushes himself inside, a quick little push that forces a squeak of a moan out of you.

Eren pauses for just a moment, reveling in the way you felt around him, and you watched the flash of satisfaction in his eyes as he sank deeper, inch by agonizing inch. Your walls clenched around him, drawing him in, and his grip on your thighs tightened, nails grazing your skin. He loved seeing you like this—overwhelmed, consumed, all because of him.

“You feel that baby?” his voice is horse, dripping with satisfaction as he thrust into you slowly, relishing each whimper that leaves your lips. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” One of his hands cradles the back of your head, holding you up as you give into the pleasure. All you could manage was a nod, biting down on your lip as his rhythm began to build. The table beneath you creaked as he rocked you against it, each push and pull stoking the fire between you, making you shiver with every heartbeat.

“Tell me, princess,” he whispers into your ear, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone that made your insides flutter. “Tell me who you belong to.” His thrusts grew deeper, each one filling you completely, fingers digging into your hips, anchoring you to him.

“You, Ren,” you moan out, head tilting back as he sensually rams inside of you. “I belong to you.” Your brain is reciting romantic sonnets, love letters to the man that simply translate into airy moans. But hey, they would both be music to his ears.

The possessive gleam in his eyes only grows, and he holds you tighter, moving faster now, every motion a reminder of the hold he has over you, of the way he had shaped you into the woman you were now. And with every thrust, every whispered word, you found yourself surrendering even more, letting yourself fall further into the passion and darkness that only Eren could bring out in you.

Rough hands meet your chest, palming you through your thin tank top and bra. "Y'know, your tits looked fuckin' amazing as you were pressing that brick. All squeezed together and shit." Pulling the stretchy material of the tank top down, Eren removes your bra straps from your shoulders, letting the bra fall and rest around your waist as he grabs handfuls of your tits. Thumbs prod at your nipples, flicking at them like little joysticks as he jiggles the flesh and toys with them. He pushes them together, imitating how they looked when they were clamped between your arms.

"Yeah? it looked good daddy?" You purr under a lustfully lidded gaze, your soft hands making their way on top of his as he fondled your boobs. He groans, feeling your body arch up to meet him, and a wicked grin spreads across his face as he dips down, claiming your lips in a kiss that stole every last bit of breath you had left. In that moment, nothing else mattered—just the heat of his body against yours, the intoxicating rush of his touch, and the knowledge that you were exactly where you belonged.

Eren can't help but be proud of how much you grew. Of who you grew into. When he first met you, you were just a sweet college girl trying to make ends meet by being a bottle girl. A little too naive and trusting, but he loved that about you. He still does. Now you were more mature, much wiser. Having learned so much from him, which made you forever grateful and dedicated to him. If he wasn't balls deep inside of you, he would shed some tears.

"I fucking love you baby," guttural grunts leave his throat as he pulls you flush against his sweaty chest, hands tangled in your hair as he planted breathy kisses to the top of your head. Your arms wrap around him, palms flat against his shoulder blades.

"I love you too, daddy. More than you know," your voice was soft, trying to keep from screaming in this almost love making moment. His length was getting to you, starting to see stars as he hit deep up inside you, tip touching your cervix. "I'm close, Ren." In that moment, nothing else mattered—the stacks of cash, the drugs and contraband, the danger that came with his world. All that existed was Eren, his touch, his voice, the way he made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered. Your face is buried in his chest, leaving open kisses as 'thank you's' for fucking you so good. Your nails leave light scratches on his back, slightly stinging him but Eren loved the pain.

Eren’s hold on you tightens, his pace unrelenting as he buries himself deeper, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. Hearing you say those words, feeling your body responding to his with such devotion, drove him wild. His hands start to roam your back, his fingers pressing into your skin as if trying to memorize every inch of you, and he couldn’t help but lean down, whispering against your ear with a husky breath, “Then let go for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

His movements grew more intense, the friction almost unbearable as he watched you unravel beneath him, every inch of you trembling in his arms. Eren leans back just enough to capture your gaze, his eyes locked on yours, full of passion and pure love. “Come on, beautiful,” he coaxes, his voice like velvet, the warmth of his breath brushing over your skin. “I want to feel every bit of it.”

Your body finally surrenders, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cling to him, crying out his name. Eren watches with satisfaction, feeling your walls tighten and pulse around him, pulling him even deeper. Upon thrusting out, he sees your cream painted on his shaft, more of your slickness dripping and puddling on the table. Cracked moans escape your glossy lips, strands of hair covering your face. In this moment—and every moment really—you were his muse. All Eren can do is look at you in awe, how perfect you looked all fucked out. Makes him want to fuck you even harder. Which he does, grip on you tight as he forcefully slams into your cunt. You can't help but scream at the overstimulation, the way he starts to pound into your cervix. Acrylic nails scrape his biceps, your legs are shaking as they wrap around him. The intensity of it all took his breath away, and with a final thrust, he loses himself in you, his body giving in as he harshly whispers your name like a prayer. The room goes still, your hearts pounding in sync, and as he held you close, Eren felt a deep, raw connection with you—a feeling he knew he’d never have with anyone else.

When he finally pulls back, his breathing heavy, he looks at you with a smile, thumb tracing over your flushed cheek. “My girl,” he whispers, words filled with a possessive pride that makes your heart race. “You did so well. You always do so good for me, baby.” A kiss is placed atop your head as he brushes his fingers through your sex tangled hair.

You're leaning on his chest still, catching your breath, still wrapped in the lingering warmth of his touch. Eren’s fingers trace lazy circles over your skin, his demeanor softening in a way he rarely showed to anyone but you. There was a comfort here, in this silence between the two of you, something almost domestic in the way he held you, thumb brushing tenderly over your arm as he hums a familiar tune you can't quite put your finger on at the moment, brain still fuzzy.

But the moment was fleeting. You knew that with Eren, there was always something else lurking beneath the surface, a restlessness that could never quite be satisfied, a thrill he always chased. And now, the look in his eyes shifted, a spark flickering as he reached for the package you'd so carefully prepared.

“You know,” he began, holding up the kilo, “it’s my last drop of the night.” His lips curled into that mischievous smirk you knew too well. “Want to come with me?”

You perk up, "Really? You actually want me to go with you to drop off?" Eren had never asked you to accompany him when delivering product. Always kept you behind the scenes. Always wanted to keep you safe. The thought of it sent a shiver of excitement through you—a chance to step fully into his world, side-by-side, as more than just his girl waiting for him at home.

"Uh huh, so you coming, or what?" He starts to get dressed, grabbing his boxers and jeans that are pooled on the floor and lifting them up. Body still sweaty and now coated in sex fluids, he feels a little less than clean. But business has to be handled before he can finally relax, right? Once he gets back home, he plans to take a long, drawn-out bubble bath with you nested between his legs anyway.

"Course I'll go," hopping off the table, you place your panties back on, core still soaked with both yours and Eren's arousal. Shaky fingers lift your bra straps back in place along with your tank top.

"Good." Eren's already dressed, your oversized fur coat in his hands, ready to place it on you. Giving him a cute little curtsy, you oblige and turn around, slipping your arms into the weighted sleeves. He grabs his jacket from the back of a chair and tosses it over his shoulder, slinging an arm around your waist as you followed him out of the stash house, heels clicking softly against the concrete. Eren’s car was parked just outside, sleek and dark, a perfect reflection of him. Of course he opens the car door for you, the gentleman he very much is, his hand out for balance even though you really didn't need it.

Eren slides into the driver’s seat beside you, his hand immediately finding yours after he starts the engine, casting you a playful smirk while reversing out of the driveway. “It’s about time you saw what your man’s really up to,” he teases, his grip on your hand firm and reassuring, placing a kiss on your knuckles. The notion has you melting, biting your lip as you looked at Eren with such puppy love. Of course he notices your enamored expression, making him smug, giving you a wink before his gaze returns to the road, his jaw clenched with that familiar intensity you’d come to love, the kind that made him magnetic, impossible to resist. It took everything in you not to lean over that center console, shower him and kisses and maybe even suck him off. But that could all wait until after the black duffle bag full of cocaine bricks was out of the backseat.

As he drove, you felt the thrill of the unknown rising in your chest, a mix of anticipation and excitement settling in your stomach. The city lights stream by, casting flashes of color across Eren’s face, highlighting the sharpness of his cheekbones, the glint of determination in his eyes. With him, everything felt like an adventure. It was his world, and tonight, he was letting you in.

Eren kept his hand on yours, fingers intertwined, thumb brushing softly over your knuckles in contrast to the hard edge of his persona behind the wheel. The gesture made you feel secure, as if he were grounding you, silently reassuring you that no matter what, he’d protect you.

It wasn’t long before he pulled into a secluded spot by the docks, where the only sounds were the distant crashing of waves and the occasional creak of metal. The car pulls behind a nondescript building by the water, lights dimmed, giving off an eerie feeling. Cutting the engine, Eren turns to you, “Stay close to me, alright?” His voice is serious now, the usual playfulness fading as he shifted into the role he wore so well—the Eren that commanded a room with just a look, the one people feared and respected in equal measure. But he softens slightly as his eyes meet yours. “Trust me?”

You smile, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Always.” Eren’s smile grew, a glint of pride in his eyes, as if he knew you were ready for this, that you could handle it. And in that moment, you knew, too. Stepping out of the car, he opens the back door to grab that packed black duffle bag that was going to turn into an enormous amount of cash. Hoisting it over his shoulder, Eren then goes around the car and opens your door as he always does, holding out a hand for you to step out. As you finally step out Eren can't help but cup your cheeks in his hands, thumbs skimming over your cheeks as he looks at you with a look you couldn't even describe. A bit of pride, a bit of nervousness, all love.

Leading you to the back of the building, right near the edge of the black looking water of the docks, you could hear the faint hum of the city in the distance, but here, it was quiet, almost unnaturally so. The night air was sharp and cold against your skin, and Eren’s hand in yours felt grounding, warm, steady.

He glances at you, a glint of excitement in his eyes as he led you to a side door, knocking three times in a rhythmic pattern. You’d heard Eren talk about his drops before, knew there was always an order to it—a certain number of knocks, a password, a specific point of contact. But you’d never seen it up close. Now, as you watched him in his element, the man you loved was almost unrecognizable. Gone was the softness he showed you, replaced by a cold confidence, a sense of purpose that made him seem larger than life.

The door creaks open, and a man with a buzzed head and tattoos creeping up his neck appears in the doorway, giving Eren a respectful nod. “Yo, Yeager,” he greets him gruffly, eyes briefly flicking to you, curious but expressionless. Eren nods back, mumbling a brief 'w'sup' as he pulls you close, arm wrapping securely around your waist as he led you into the building.

The hallway was dim, narrow, with walls that looked like they hadn’t seen a fresh coat of paint in decades. The air smelled faintly of cigarettes and some type of cleaning chemicals, and you felt little butterflies in your stomach, the thrill of stepping into Eren’s world fully, of seeing firsthand what he did when he wasn’t with you. You walked in sync, your heels clicking softly against the worn linoleum floor as the man led you down the corridor and up a flight of stairs.

Once you reached the top, you enter a room that was just as worn and dull as the hallway below. A battered leather couch sat against one wall, facing a scratched coffee table cluttered with empty beer bottles, playing cards, and loose cash. On a makeshift setup sat a small tv, one of those small 2010's plasma tv's, some public access cable playing on it as no one watched. A few men were scattered around the room, some leaning against the walls playing dice, others sitting on the couch, each one looking up as you and Eren entered. Their gazes were appraising, curious. But there was a silent understanding between them and Eren—a respect that was unspoken but clear. Eren wasn’t just another face to these people. He was something more.

With a subtle nod, Eren acknowledged the room. Even in this rough environment, he commanded respect with a quiet authority, an edge to him that everyone just seemed to feel. They offered him gestures, some lifting chins in greeting, others murmuring a quick “What's good, Eren,” before returning to their game. But when their eyes landed on you, it was as though a wave of curiosity washed over the room. Eren kept you close, his hand firm on your waist, making it clear you weren’t just some girl he’d brought along. You were his, and in this world, that meant something.

“Yeager, man,” one of the men on the couch breaks the silent tension, his eyes flicking to you briefly, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Didn’t know you’d be bringing company.”

Eren didn’t bother to respond directly. Instead, just giving the man a nod, his hand still resting protectively on your waist. “Let’s just get down to business,” he said, voice calm but authoritative. He pulled you along with a confident ease, guiding you over to a workbench that definitely looks out of place. He lets go of you just long enough to set the duffle bag down as the men gather around the table, eyes fixed on the bundle. The man with the buzzed head, the one who’d opened the door, gestures for Eren to unzip it, and you watch as the two exchange a quick, wordless understanding. The bag comes open, exposing its contents—wrapped kilos of powder neatly lined up inside, stacked with almost clinical precision. There was a surreal quality to it, the weight of the moment settling as you saw firsthand the pieces of Eren’s world.

Another one of them—a wiry guy with boxcar scars and a slacked jaw—pulls out a small pocketknife and slices through the layers of plastic wrap, peeling back each layer to reveal the pristine white powder within. You watch, transfixed, as they inspect it, measuring it out with a scale, nodding in approval.

“Looks good. Quality work, as usual,” Buzzcut says, his gaze shifting to you with a curious glint. “Wasn't aware you had someone helping you out, Yeager.”

Eren’s hand wraps around your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he spoke, his tone low and assertive, carrying an edge. “She’s my girl. And she’s just as good as I am.”

The words made you stand a little taller, pride swelling in your chest as you felt the weight of his approval. It was a rare thing for Eren to show off any part of this life to others, especially when it came to you. To even let his two separate worlds collide. But here, he was doing exactly that—claiming you, letting the room know that you were someone they could trust. It was exhilarating, a glimpse into a side of him that was usually kept hidden.

The man with the scars gave you a nod, his smirk softening slightly as he purses his lips. “Well, if she’s good enough for you, Yeager, then she’s good enough for us.” Buzzcut gives an agreeing nod, before signaling to one of the others to count out stacks of cash. Eren accepts the money with practiced ease, slipping the large manila envelope into his jacket pocket before handing off the duffle. It was smooth, efficient, like a transaction he’d done countless times before, yet there was something different this time, a new layer as he glances at you and sees the awe in your eyes.

The deal wraps up quickly, Eren’s hand never leaving yours as he led you back out, giving brief nods to the men as they exchanged quick, quiet goodbyes. When you reach the hallway, he pauses, turning to look at you, his eyes softening as the door clicked shut behind you.

“That wasn’t too much, was it?” he asked, his tone gentle, thumbs brushing over your knuckles in a soothing gesture.

You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Not at all. I actually…kind of liked it,” you admit, your voice low but sincere. “I liked seeing you like this. Seeing what you do.”

Eren’s lips curve into a slow, proud smile, and he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I wanted you to see it, to understand. You’re part of this now, too. Part of me.”

"I'm happy you trust me enough to let me even see this part of you," your manicured nails softly caressing his fingers as you look at him with gratitude.

"Course, princess. I trust you with my life. I love you," Eren wraps his arms around you, bringing you in his embrace. "Now let's go home and take a longggg bath. That room was hotboxed with cigarettes I feel like I reek." A smile forms on his lips, which rested on the top of your head. Eren turns you towards the dingy stairway, pressing one last kiss to the back of your head as he leads you out, his steps sure and calm, guiding you back down the dimly lit hallway.

As you walked back to the car, hand in hand, you realized something. Being with Eren wasn’t just about the thrill or the luxury or even the danger. It was about trust, a bond deeper than words, a connection that ran beneath everything else. And as you slipped into the car beside him, his fingers intertwining with yours, you knew you wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.

The car hums as Eren started it up, pulling back onto the road with that effortless ease he had, every move calculated, every glance a mixture of mischief and calm control. The night stretched out ahead of you, the neon glow of the city lights casting a warm hue over the two of you as you left the docks behind.

"How’d it feel?" he finally asks without nervousness, eyes flicking over to you with that lopsided smirk you adored. "Being in on the action for real?"

You took a deep breath, letting the excitement settle as you thought it over. "It felt... powerful," you divulge, squeezing his hand in return. "But honestly? I think I just liked being by your side."

Eren chuckles, his gaze softening in a way that made you feel like you were the only person who could break down his walls. “Good answer,” he says, lifting your hand to his lips and brushing a gentle kiss over your knuckles. “Means you’ve got your priorities straight.”

You melt at his words, heart gushing and legs squeezing together. "Yeah, got my priorities straight?" Watching his face, the way he's so nonchalant and smug, all you can do is bite your lip. God, why does he always have to look so delicious?

"Mmhmm, my lil 03' Bonnie," he teases as he kisses your hand again, eyes not leaving the road. You were back downtown, close to the apartment. Cars and pedestrians littered the streets still despite the lateness of the night.

"Okay Jay Z," you giggle, head shoving into his arm that's rested on the center console. The adrenaline high that you had received from earlier had now died down, feeling that soft mellowness that was familial to one of an after sex high. Just simple pure bliss and the feeling of amor.

Eren pulls up to the front of the apartment building, too tired and too ready to get you in that bubble bath that he uses the valet, something he only occasionally did. Handing the keys to the valet, Eren opens the passenger door, extending a hand for you to grab. You balance yourself, feet tired from wearing those damn YSL Debbie platform pumps. Eren's hand immediately finding the small of your back as he leads you into the lobby, the late-night desk attendant looking up with a considerate nod.

As you step into the elevator, you both lean against each other, exhaustion finally settling in now that the thrill of the evening had faded. Eren was ready to go back to being domestic and loving, he wanted to put aside the drugs and dealing for the rest of the night.

Inside the quiet of the apartment, Eren wraps you in his arms from behind, his warmth against your back as he leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Come on, let’s get that bath going,” he murmurs, his voice a low, affectionate rumble.

You nod, leaning into him, savoring the feel of his strong arms around you. Together, you make your way to the bathroom, and he gets the water running, adding bubbles and checking the temperature as you sit on the edge, watching him with a smile. There was a certain sweetness to the way he moved for you, the way he could switch so effortlessly from dope dealer to lover.

When the bath is ready, Eren helps you undress, taking his time as his hands brush over your skin, his eyes darkening with tenderness as he admires you. You step into the warm water together, and as he wraps his arms around you, drawing you close in the foamy, fragrant warmth, you know without a doubt that you were exactly where you were meant to be—by his side, no matter where that led.

As he leans down, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and resting his head against yours, you feel a sense of peace settling over you. In all honesty you could fall asleep right then and there, with Eren massaging your black vanilla shampoo into your hair. With each gentle touch, you feel yourself melting into him, the steady beat of his heart against your back calming you in a way only he could.

Eren tilts his head, nuzzling into the curve of your neck before planting a tender kiss on your skin. “You know,” he murmurs, voice softened with affection, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this lucky.” His words are a low whisper, meant just for you, and they carry a rawness that leaves you breathless.

Turning in his arms to face him, you find his gaze already fixed on you, eyes full of that rare vulnerability he only shows you. You reach up, cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing softly over his jawline as you smile. “I’m the lucky one, Eren. Just getting to be here, to be with you like this... I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

A smile tugs at his lips, that slight, crooked smile you adore, and he leans in, closing the distance between you in a slow, sweet kiss. It’s gentle, unhurried, as if he’s savoring every second, pouring all his unspoken feelings into it. His hand drifts up to cradle the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss, his touch both tender and possessive.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, and you feel his breath against your lips as he whispers, “I’ll keep you safe. No matter what.” His hand moves down to rest over your heart, feeling the steady beat beneath his palm as if grounding himself in the moment.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close, pressing a kiss to his temple as he relaxes into your embrace. The water sloshes softly around you as you both sink deeper into the warmth, sharing this quiet, intimate moment, content to just be in each other’s presence. The outside world fades away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, savoring the quiet joy of being together.

Eren pulls you even closer, his hand moving slowly up and down your back as he speaks in a soft, almost bashful tone. “I can’t believe you put up with all this,” he says, a hint of wonder in his voice. “My life... it’s messy, but somehow, you’re always here, right by my side.” He kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering there as he takes a deep breath, as if absorbing the comfort of having you close.

You tilt your head up, catching his gaze with a reassuring smile. “You’re worth it, Eren. Every bit of it. Besides,” you add with a playful grin, “I kind of like the thrill.”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head as if in disbelief, his eyes shining with a tenderness that makes your heart swell. “Then I guess we’re both crazy,” his words are light and airy as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. The two of you sink back into the water, wrapped in each other’s warmth, and for a moment, there’s no need for words. Just the comfort of his arms, the rhythm of his breathing, and the knowledge that no matter what lay ahead, you’d face it together.

After the cute intimate moments of washing each other's bodies, sticking Eren's hair up in a shampooed mohawk, and a little under the bubble action, Eren finally grabs two heated towels to wrap you up. He takes the time to dry you off, starting with your painted toes, all the way up to your drenched locks.

"All dry," his smile is pure as he ruffles your damp hair. Walking around with just a towel hung around his waist, he goes into the bedroom to get you pajamas. Of course it's one of his old tee shirts, this one a My Chemical Romance one he had since high school. "Arms up," he says as he places the oversized shirt over your head.

The simple domesticity that he could also bring, the soft tone he uses with you, all the little things he does like washing your hair and picking out your pj's, makes you feel swollen with amorous emotions. How could this be the same man that was selling coke to everybody in the city?

"You look so perfect, my pretty baby," he hums softly as he places a kiss on your forehead. Eren can't help but be so in love with you when you looked like this. Fresh out of the bath, bare faced and looking so small in his oversized shirt that reminded him of life before he became so involved in the drug trade. "I have one more thing for you, c'mere."

Shooting him a puzzled look, you follow him into the living room of the apartment. The living room dimly glowed from the tungsten lights, the city glittering from the windows. Sitting down on the velvet couch you watched as Eren shuffles around to search for something.

"Close your eyes princess," his voice is bright with excitement as he holds something behind his back. You do as your told, holding your hands over your face. More shuffles can be heard as he steps closer to you. "Okay, you can open."

"Eren," you gasp as he holds open a small black box that carries a delicate silver ring set with a dark emerald—the same green as his eyes, a color that had always reminded you of him. He takes your hand, slipping the ring onto your finger with a kind of quiet reverence.

“It’s not an engagement ring,” he says with a soft but steady voice. “Not yet, anyway.” He looks up, gaze meeting yours with a seriousness that makes your heart skip a beat. “But it’s a promise. A reminder that this is just the beginning for us. That I want it to be you by my side. Always.”

Your heart swells from his sentiments, and without thinking, you throw your arms around him, pulling him into a kiss filled with everything you felt—love, gratitude, the excitement of a future with him. Eren holds you close, with his hand resting on the small of your back, reminding you that no matter what, you were safe here with him.

As you pull back, both of you a little breathless, he brushes a strand of hair from your face, his eyes soft. “Ready for what’s next baby?”

With a smile, you nod, your fingers brushing over the ring, feeling its weight, its promise. “With you? Always.”

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just a lilll rushed because omg I love this so muchhh. Idk I'm in love love loveee with everything about this.

[bomber-grl]

Hiiii!! I'm not sure if you've done this but could you make one with Hiro and a male reader where he just goes through the whole gay panic bc of the reader? If it's not too much trouble ofc :]

There’s this river in Egypt-

Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Male!Reader

CW(?): There’s a bit of denial on Hiros part but not in a internalized homophobic sense rather just confused so take it with a grain of salt

Hiro and the rest of bh6 were casually eating in the cafeteria, same as any other day

It was lunchtime and it was usually spent hanging out which wasn’t out of the norm

Hiro wanted to get a snack before he left to the rest of his evening classes and chose to get up and select something from a nearby vending machine

He wasn’t really paying attention, hero work alongside quickly approaching due dates were plaguing his mind

And so he accidentally crashed into you

Was it avoidable? Sure but did he end up regretting it? That’s up for debate…

He quickly tried to collect everything back on your tray and was profusely apologizing over and over, refusing to even look at you.

Any normal person would’ve been pissed as hell but all you did was laugh and wave a hand

It was fine, and he had nothing to worry about

You offered him your hand as he was on his knees on the ground, trying to urgently correct his mistake.

Once you pulled him up he managed to get up he was basically just standing there staring

You were going on with your convo and even pulled out your phone talking about whatever it was that you were

But then you noticed Hiros lack of attention

“Hello? “ you waved a hand in front of Hiros face, he was obviously spacing out.

“Huh? Oh uh sorry I wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying, sorry” his face was heating up and he didn’t know why.

Like seriously, why did he feel sweaty all of a sudden, And when did how he stood start bothering him?

“Oh it’s fine I was just wondering if I could get your contact information? I mean i also ran into you and …” you gestured to his stained shirt “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I offered to dry clean it.”

He stood there staring at you. Then he realized you looking at him expectantly. oh! It was his turn to talk.

“Uh yea I wouldn’t mind if it were you” how could someone fail so hard at being casual. His face heated up even more than it already was at the connotation , “I-I mean considering you stained my shirt!”

Horrible save. “Oh, yeaaa” you said in response and nodded along, great now you thought he was weird…

You two quickly exchanged info and you went on your way

Hiro unfortunately had to walk back to his table like a dog with its tail in between his legs

As if bumping into anyone wasn’t enough of a commotion, he also made a fool of himself

He wasn’t even in the mood for that snack anymore despite desperately bee lining for it a moment ago.

-

That same night was spent with Hiro wide awake staring up at his ceiling

I mean it was the first time he’d seen you, you’d think he would’ve known about another genius his age

Not to mention your voice, and laugh, and you looked pretty cool too..

Maybe he just wants to really be friends with you, yea that makes sense

-

Eventually you ask to meet up with Hiro and give him back his shirt neatly folded

Which was also the start of his one sided pining your friendship

Before you could leave he called out and asked if you could hang out

Of course he stumbled out excuses of having stuff in common and rambled on in typical hiro fashion

Despite that, you didn’t seem to mind the proposition

Doesn’t make seeing you around school any less of a heart attack though

He’s down bad and his heart immediately starts pumping so hard that he literally had to shut Baymax up when you were first introduced to him

He almost gave away Hiros concerning rapid increase in heart beat

This thing doesn’t exactly go unnoticed by others either

Wasabi offers to help him out best he could and honey lemons all for it

But hiro doesn’t know what he’s talking about

He just rlly likes you as a friend

Until he realizes that he doesn’t

It isn’t until his aunt is calling him to try out a new dish that she made for dinner and he’s luckily not in any rush

When he starts to eat, however, his aunt starts talking about going somewhere for the summer and then she brings up you

You were already introduced to her and she’s seen how Hiro acts around you

So she began to talk about you as if you were hiros boyfriend or something

That’s when Hiro realizes and finally begins to wonder if he likes you

Which obviously he does

*insert the rest of the night spent with hiro taking ‘am I gay quizzes’, contemplating and thinking about his sexuality,but also thinks about if you’re into him then maybe he’d have a chance..?

He quickly turns his light off and goes to bed after that thought

He’s already starting to experience delusions..

-

*insert Hiro standing at a bus stop a month later*

You two planned on hanging out that day and you began walking to a movie

Even I have no idea where Hiro got the courage from but he managed to be brave enough to hold your hand during the movie

It was pre planned too 💀

The night before said movie, he was hanging out with the rest of bh6

They had found out about Hiros date hang out with you because Hiro was really fidgety and maybe, by chance.. Cass had mentioned Hiros squealing that was quickly covered with him “clearing his throat” when she passed by..

So then ofc they had started coming up with ideas for cliche things to do and Hiro had none of it

Except maybe one idea got to him

Which leads to now that he reached for popcorn at the same time you did

Was it cringe? Terribly but now or never ig

He refused to even look at you and you pulled your hand back.

He sort of deflated, at least he knew he didn’t have a chance

But then you held his hand, even intertwining your fingers

And you leaned in and whispered “if you wanted to hold hands you could’ve just said so”

If hiro could explode, he would

I mean he certainty looked like he was a bomb waiting to be detonated

After the movie Hiro walked you home and when you got there he didn’t even need to confess because you did

You told him that you’ve liked him for awhile and fortunately for him, you’re not oblivious

Thus, you two began to date yipeeee

Thankfully Hiro finally relaxes and starts being himself more around you

Although, he learns that you didn’t know how down bad he was for you and how you basically “turned” him gay

Maybe one day he’ll tell you that you were his gay panic but he won’t, knowing it’ll go straight to your head

Not like he’s any better when you tell him you thought he was cute since the moment you saw him

[joonipertree]

Dad!gojo with teen daughter

People talk AB dad gojo (as they should) but what about...... Teenage girl dad gojo...idk how to word it.

This started when I realized how it's practically fanon that gojo would be a dad that takes his kids side during parent teacher meetings, full on...like if his kid punched someone...that man is buying the child that can't drive a Lamborghini.

So...imagine Gojos daughter being a teen, she goes to normal school because he REFUSES to get his daughter involved in sorcery till she wants to (pisses off so many elderly fucks)

One day, he gets a call (not you because ofc he's her emergency contact, she wouldn't get chewed out right away) and the school complains that his daughter pushed a guy down the stairs.

He's like hehehehe but in front of the teacher he tries to have a straight face (he realised it's easier to look displeased.)

"As you know, Mr Gojo, it's just not acceptable for violence to occur like this. We take it very seriously and while we aren't ready to expel her yet, suspension is more so on the table. Now, you yourself can do what you must for disciplinary actions but we advise---"

Gojo held up a palm at the principal, looking at the man from above his sunglasses. He blinked sassily before turning towards his pride and joy, who was slumped on the chair and looking at the ceiling.

"Tell me what happened, bubba."

His daughter melted with a sigh of relief and looked at her dad, his piercing blue eyes staring back at him. He much preferred if she had gotten your eyes.

"Dude was tryna look up my skirt so I kicked him."

Satoru's eyes hardened but there was a grin on his face as he ruffled his daughter's hair.

"Good job, honey. What's the school planning on doing about that?"

"Jack shit."

Gojo finally looked back at the principal, glare hard and the smile without any positive connotations to it.

"Well, Mr Gojo," The principal spluttered, "The boy broke an arm! It could've been worse if he hit his head."

"Oh it's going to be worse when I'm done with him. I'm guessing the parents aren't planning to sue cuz they heard my name? Yeah, good for them. Now, just for you not doing shit....I'm gonna make sure that you never work in a school setting ever again. And I'm taking my daughter on an early summer vacation to the Maldives. Don't fuck with my daughter ever again, you hear me?"

And with that, he left with his daughter skipping next to him....clinging to his arm while she stuck her tongue out to her now ex principal.

"Can we get ice cream on our way home?"

"You read my mind, sweet pea."

When you came home to your two delinquents eating ice cream, you asked why their suitcases were packed but didn't have a chance to complain when they lugged you into a cab to go to the airport.

[whinlatter]

The broken family bond between Harry and Petunia!

wow while usher was dancing his socks off at half-time you were thinking about petunia dursley née evans' malicious treatment of everyone's favourite grouchy knobbly-kneed jock... what does this say about you anon? look inwards

i feel terrible that i do not have too many thoughts about the broken family bond between harry and petunia but i DO have thoughts about what harry represents as a challenge to the nuclear family unit and its associated class connotations that petunia cares so much about. one thing i have been thinking A Lot about recently is petunia's description of snape as 'that awful boy' in ootp (which ofc, at the time, harry thinks is a reference to james), and how petunia's ideas about class and social mobility colour her view of wizards and, by extension, her resentment and contempt for harry. sooo i have talked about that instead......... ctrl + f neoliberal renders 2 results below i'm so sorry

when we meet petunia in the canon timeline, she's a parody of a tory home counties suburban housewife, striving middle class in the very thatcherite neoliberal sense, all about the house prices and the pension pot, with her perfectly maintained peach home decor and pristine garden, with a husband who has made his money through a managerial position in industrial manufacturing, who sends her son to private school and monitors the material wealth of her neighbours and associates very acutely. we know that young petunia wanted to join wizarding society and was rejected by it, and we know that adult petunia now holds wizarding world and its culture in open contempt. we particularly know that petunia hated snape, and that, other than lily, snape was the first wizard she ever really met. to young petunia's eyes, snape had all the visible markers of poverty and of being working class ("They live down Spinner’s End by the river," she told Lily, and it was evident from her tone that she considered the address a poor recommendation.') nevertheless, by virtue of being a wizard, this shabby poor-looking boy was elevated above petunia as something particularly special, and sneered at petunia as lesser than him as a result. i think this is interesting, because i think young petunia processes her rejection from magic by starting to think of magic and wizarding culture as a perverse subversion of the class system she knows and believes in, where a visibly working class person can somehow be special and worthy. (we can speculate what she would make of james potter as her son-in-law - james, while obviously wealthy, is old money posh coded - he doesn't work for a living! - aka not at all invested in the hard-work discourse, keeping-up-with-appearances that the new money suburban types that petunia strives for).

why does this matter? i just think it's very striking that petunia's complaints about harry are so often expressed less in terms of the danger of his magic, than his threat to external perceptions of her and her family, and, especially, as a challenge to their class position

petunia makes critiques of harry's messy appearance, his misbehaviour at primary school (caused by his magic), his association with the criminal (sirius black) and the shabby (the weasleys), and his refusal to respect or show any deference to vernon and the family despite their great attempts to maintain the trappings of respectability. the particular horror of harry's presence in the dursleys' life, in petunia's mind, is that his existence makes her family an alternative blended family, which compromises all that petunia holds dear in terms of the trappings of middle class respectability that puts a great deal of social capital on the nuclear family unit and no deviation from it. i don't mean to suggest petunia only perceives magic as a class threat, or that she doesn't fear harry's magic as something dangerous. her response to dudley's dementor run-in proves how much she fears what magic can do (and, ofc, she knows what happened to lily). but what's striking in DH is that petunia is still umming and ahhing, as vernon is, about whether to go into hiding. unlike movie!petunia in that deleted scene, book!petunia still isn't convinced about 'what these people are capable of'. for this reason, i think petunia has come to think of wizarding culture in terms of a fundamental challenge to the class system she understands and upholds, and to the primacy of middle class new money neoliberal suburban identity that is petunia's entire worldview. and that's really the source of her beef with harry: not his threat to her safety, but to her class identity, which is adult petunia's whole world.

[brown-little-robin]

HI so sorry to barge in here unannounced like this but u seem to have a lot more knowledge about japanese language/culture/social etiquette than i do and i've seen u mention dimple's mannerisms in canon once or twice and like . i'd love to hear more abt that if ur willing to ramble for a bit. i've been Very curious just how far dimple's Rudeness goes, but i know very little about the culture. i'm sure some things he does or says seem fairly normal to me but is considered very rude or disrespectful to the characters. no pressure tho ofc :]

hi Rika!! literally drop in anytime! I,, I appreciate this ask so much and will answer as best as I can, but I'm a very new student of Japanese and Japanese culture, so take what I say with a grain of salt! also I personally am going to tag @russenoire to respectfully invite them to partake in this conversation if they think it would be fun (no pressure of course!). they have been studying this much longer than I have :}

putting my thoughts under a cut because !!! I love to ramble!!! note: all of this is based on Dimple's Japanese voice & mannerisms from the anime. I don't have the manga in Japanese yet 🙏

As a preface: Ekubo's direct/rude/familiar speech style is typical in anime and not unheard-of in real life, but it's definitely worth noticing! Mob Psycho 100, particularly, gets a lot of its unique interest out of taking unrealistic anime expectations and saying "HEY pay attention to this, WHY is this happening, this is immature behavior, why are adults in this universe letting this happen", and making it funny and/or serious. So!!! let's dive in.

So, okay, Dimple's mannerisms. The first thing to know is very general. he usually speaks in the casual register (which has a whole distinct vocabulary from the more polite registers: for instance, he tends to end his sentences with "da" rather than "desu", which are both "is" verbs with the exact same meaning, just a different connotation). the casual register is comparatively... direct. Dimple using casual implies that he thinks of himself as on familiar terms with and/or higher in the social hierarchy than whoever he's speaking to. casual Japanese is par for the course in anime in general, especially for people expressing arrogance, like Ekubo does all the time. But still, that's A Choice. it expresses simultaneous superiority (I am allowed to speak to you in informal terms because I'm above you) and also, possibly, desire for closeness (Ekubo speaks to Shigeo in familiar terms like they're brothers).

(Politeness, respect, and distance are linked in Japanese. Casual language isn't always rude, but in the wrong situation, it can be jarring and disrespectful. Using casual Japanese is a sign of confidence and personal closeness in your relationship with someone—new friends will switch from formal to casual language at some point and typically never go back; siblings use casual language with each other as a matter of course. It's very situational.)

The second thing to know is, there are choices of first person pronouns in Japanese!!! And Ekubo's choice is spectacular. He refers to himself as "ore-sama". "ore" (roughly pronounced "o-ray") is one of two typical Japanese casual male pronouns, ore and boku. (the formal first-person pronoun for men is watashi). To my knowledge, "ore" was originally the only casual male pronoun, and then "boku" entered popular use as a more humble option and changed the meaning of the formerly more neutral-sounding "ore" by competing with it, which is fascinating. but I'm getting distracted. "ore" is the more aggressively masculine pronoun; it's considered rough/direct to the point of being rude in many contexts. And Ekubo doesn't just use "ore" (ore is a widely-used choice!), he adds the honorific -sama to the end. This is extremely macho. SUPER arrogant. It tracks with his desire to become a god: -sama is the honorific for kami as well as the honorific for people who are way higher ranked than you. giving someone the honorific -sama expresses a greater gap between you and them than -san does. this is hilarious to me. Dimple is over here referring to himself as 🔥 ME 👑 every time he uses first-person pronouns. (Mob uses boku, btw.) ore-sama isn't not used irl, but it's, uh. highly highly unusual, from what I can tell. sounds like a biker gang boss kind of thing to me—something someone on the fringes of society would use. no shade to those outside "polite society" from me, btw, I'm just stating the general connotation from a majority cultural perspective.

OH AND SPEAKING OF HONORIFICS. I'm guessing you've seen analysis of this before and/or just Get It from cultural osmosis, but Dimple calls Shigeo "Shige-chan" the second time they meet. -chan is a usually-affectionate diminutive usually given to girls younger than yourself or celebrities people find cute; I think they translate it as "li'l Shige" in the English dub? -chan has cutesy connotations and can be infantilizing if it's not used with permission and/or some kind of... y'know... familiarity and understanding between the person giving the honorific and the person being referred to with -chan. it is super disrespectful of Dimple to call Shigeo Shige-chan having just met him, and having gotten off on a terrible foot with Shigeo, no less. what the heck, Ekubo!!

And then Dimple proceeds to call him just Shigeo with no honorific at all, which is ALSO disrespectful?? given that Dimple doesn't know him, really?? too familiar, too abrupt! As a strange adult, he should be calling him Shigeo-kun! But he's treating Mob like a little brother. (For instance, as the older brother, Shigeo has the right to call Ritsu by the first name and only the first name, whereas Ritsu usually calls Shigeo "Nii-san". To my knowledge, that's not unnatural in Japanese the way it would be in English; it's not Ritsu reiterating their bond every five seconds, it's just the Expected Thing for the younger brother to refer to the older brother as "Nii-san" out of respect. you'll see the Shiratori brothers, Daichi and Kaito, doing the same thing if you pay attention. to each other, they are "Kaito" and "Nii-san". BUT ANYWAY)

Another Dimple regularly does that reads as arrogant/direct to me is sometimes speaking in a Really Low Voice. This is where my knowledge gets hazy—it's more about pronunciation and accent than "behavior" as such, so bear with me, but the general pitch of one's voice is important in Japanese. Girls and women tend to pitch their voices higher than their natural range in Japanese, especially when doing "polite" or "customer service voice". Japanese speaking men often raise their pitches for politeness/to express humility or a conciliatory attitude too, even though it's not as extreme as with women. And men who are performing aggression will often lower their pitch on purpose, creating a growling kind of effect. Dimple does this a lot. Let me see if I can embed a video of him doing it here

YES. OKAY. Listen to the difference between his mental voice and his spoken voice here!! Dimple uses a higher pitch when talking to Mob because he's trying to ingratiate himself with Mob, but then when he's muttering to himself, he reverts back to his evil-spirit, gang-boss, stereotypically-yakuza-sounding kind of... deep growl.

Relatedly, Ekubo rolls his r's. he rolls them hard. That's a really rough way of speaking, definitely not typical in "polite" Japanese. people learning Japanese are told not to roll their r's unless they want to sound like they're yakuza wannabes. (He also, to my ear, tends to kind of roll his vowels?? he puts his voice backwards in his mouth, pronouncing things either near his nose or deep in his throat, and kind of crushes them with his mouth as they emerge. I don't know if there's a word for this, but to my synesthesia it looks like his voice goes spiky. it's a COMPLETELY different sound than the smooth pronunciation of polite Tokyo-style Japanese. I don't actually have a point this is just interesting to me)

That's about all I have for now! I'm fascinated by Dimple's speaking style and what it says about him. Sorry this was more about accent than behavior—as far as behavior goes, I mean, he's weird. he's weird! as a ghost, he's not really a part of society and he just wanders around making fun of people, which would be rude in any culture. I have a whole Other rant about how Dimple improved as a person after Reigen started treating him as an employee and how that adds to MP100's theme of society and connection, but now is not the time. I hope this has been interesting to you!! Thank you for the ask!

[bentosandbox]

Lappy fancam animatic blogging/production notes

now that wolfgirlyaoi is out on global its rambling time about my powerpoint presentation

Concept

Originally I wanted to do an (Tex & Lapp) animatic with the boss theme (broken wall/Signore dei Lupi .mp3) ever since the event dropped but I thought 1) by the time I finished anything someone else would have probably already done it first (lol, lmao even) 2) I remembered the song exists and how much i looped it then while listening to the group's new album drop and thought the lyrics fit Lapp a little too well and also doesn't end abruptly like the boss theme + was shorter so yea

initial stickman storyboard where i put down the lyrics with event dialogue/happenings that i felt would fit nicely together > hastily scribble the images that form in my head

storyboards were basically what i wanted to see (same rule as my comics) lol especially if they weren't shown in the event CGs, eg. there's a CG of the truck crashing into the courtroom so I didn't do that but they didn't mention her physical acting in that scene + the song I used has a bow/salute at that exact part in their live choreo with the very similar line so I wanted to do a homage even though-

-I was like it's going to be such a pain to figure out an economical hand twirl and bow but I have to do this I need to transplant the image in my brain onto the screen because official media did not do a—

Honestly still don't know if its a common phrase and action combo because I was having so much trouble finding external references that wasn't just scrubbing the live video over and over anyway

part of the storyboards were 'recycled' from comic drafts I did (of the chocolate scene because ofc) when the event was running on CN

Originally I wanted to draw Lapp feeding Texas for The Girlyaoi Funny but I wanted to reference the plaque you get which is a Creation of Adam reference right but I also saw people saying it's referencing the scene from Silence of the Lambs lol so...peel the layers to your liking!!

(The chocolate flavour choice was from asking my Columbian friends what the worst chocolate flavour they ever tried which was white coconut)

my sorry attempt at colour keys > final spreadsheet to keep track of progress and paste all the dialogue i put in

Art Direction

A bunch of shots/colour schemes are references to Måneskin's stuff or other media tehepero I'll just put a few here

At first I was going to limit red/blue to tex/lapp respectively but since Omertosa is blue I just did away with that rule and lapp gets to have both (and more!) these two colours have pretty obvious emotional readings I think but also

red = self blue = society Siracusa or: red = yaoi & blue = yuri

for the others:

Purple = Alberto/Saluzzo, its not orange like the fruit he keeps holding because see below; I needed the colour for something else LOL Also the Saluzzos are iirc nobility or whatever and they have purple hints in their clothes so I think it was a good fit anyway

Yellow/Orange = Its supposed to be representing the last word in the story which apparently, yostar went with 'Savagery' which is Correct I guess but (laments again about how nuance is lost in localisation because imo savagery has a more derogatory kind of connotation while I think 蛮荒 in context of the story also has a 'nature/untouched by civilisation' side to it) which is why Texas setting the house on fire was not (entirely) red but orange (and it complements the blues both visually and thematically) and it's yellow at the end when they're frolicking(?) in the wilderness lol

(these colour rules don't apply to the penglog shot and technically a few frames like the shot with shocked penance, the one right after and 'im just lappy' because...i forgor my own rules lol)

The greens/teals were just a reference to the shades in the 3DPV I think

The silhouette/general style was inspired from the 3D teaser thing they had at the beginning of the 3.5 anniversary stream and the card suits that I..forgot to move to the other layers which is why only the green one had them (supposed to be 1 per set 💀)

The clash bit is basically the same as the event CG but with a flipped camera/POV sorry for world's worst screenshot lmao. Couldn't imagine the poses in my head so I ended up posing 3d models in CSP pretty good posing practice

These shots got rendered extra because..they were the first frames I started on and I was still figuring out how much to simplify lol

I also posed the chairs shot for some inexplicable reason…my file was lagging so bad

Headcanon part (kind of)

The childhood flashback scene is probably the part I took the most liberties (headcanon) on since it's not explicitly canon like the rest...the sequence/how I connected the scenes itself to fabricate a timeline of her childhood was kind of inspired by some weibo post musing about how (iirc) texas's sweet tooth maybe came from when she was being fostered at casa Saluzzo and Lapp treating her like a pet essentially and giving her a lot of treats since...you know what happened to her actual pet hehe except maybe texas offered her a stick first and then Lappy just reciprocated endlessly because its one of the few 'acts' she knew that wasn't violence haha yeah this section was basically a stealth doujin sorry

It's mentioned that she was brought up as the ideal Siracusan or whatever and she does the cute doodle in the 3DPV so I thought she probably had the Forced Music Lessons as a kid (The music sheets are Bella Ciao and of course)

The bow choreo was the one thing i really wanted to animate but the music sheet segment (based on that one split second shot above) ended up being my favourite part even though compositing the motion was a mini hell on it's own (ended up compiling a long png to scroll by with the red doodles layered over)

Other things

I will never live down my (self-imposed) shame of misspelling the title (I fixed the title on youtube but its why the ending shot in the upload says ZittE e Buoni instead of ZittI e Buoni) don't rush your fancam in 10 days 😔

I didn't look through the entirety of the EN loc but Idk why they had Lappy say 'Then go.' to Texas when it's supposed to be more like 'Let's go.' as in, 'let's go together' as opposed to 'alright off you go to the greyhall alone' lmfao also her saying goodbye forever padre when addio is right there

I don't think I'm insane enough to do another ppt soon but man this pair really makes the 'imagines a whole music video while listening to music' part of my brain go wheee like first it was Starset's Manifest then Signore de Lupi then this and while working on this one i was thinking how Måneskin's Torna A Casa would be another good track

ok ty for reading #GIRLYAOIREAL

[kandyzee]

Ur having a laugh right.

ME AND MY HUSBAND IS NOT SOME HAPPY LOVE SONG. And as much as I love love love mitski you really think MICKEY MILKOVICH is putting her on ?

GONNA EXSPLAIN WHY THIS IS WRONG NOW.

'Me and my husband' can ofc like all songs be interpreted differently. I'm gonna explain the interpretation I most strongly agree with (this is also from what I've seen is a pretty common interpretation). I'll also talk about how it doesn't relate to gallavich.

It starts with a heavy sigh. Straight away, you get a tired and negative feeling from the song. This alone is enough (imo) to tell that this isn't gallaviche's song because in what world would either of them start talking about their husband with a sigh? Mickey and Ians' relationship is the strongest it has ever been once they married. If anything, they should be having a sigh of relief because they finally get to be together.

Although the instrumentals are rather upbeat, the lyrics carry a sombre tone. "So I bet all that I have on that furrowed brow" comes to mind straight away. You have furrowed brows when ur angry, maybe upset/confused. One of her husbands noticeable traits is a thing of negative connotations. You could see this as a hint to her husband being abusive. Neither Ian nor mickey are abusive, so would not fit this role within the song.

These lines come across as almost desperate. Sure, you could see this as her lighting up as she sees her love, but to me, it's more than that. She feels helpless when he's not around. She only have value when her husband is with her / she needs her husband to feel validated and worth something. Maybe she's nothing but she has her husbands loves and she desperately hangs on to that to feel for herself. Mickey and Ian don't have that dynamic. They are both self-assured people by themselves.

To me this song feels like she is clinging to a relationship because she doesn't feel sustained by herself. She's trapped chasing the feeling of being loved. It has this undertone of "yeah he doesn't always treat me right but I've been with him so long ik he loves me in their somewhere and I am nothing without him so I'll stay" feeling to it. Its almost like she's been broken down by her husband so that see needs him and sees she's that but not enough to leave.

The slight repetition of "we're sticking together " affirms this for me. She's tired from start to finish trying to convince herself to hold out hope that her marriage can change. She can still be loved by him.

"At least in this lifetime" is a way of showing that she doesn't really want this. In another life, she would rather leave. Maybe she's scared to leave, and she's waiting for another life for the courage. Does any of this song like gallavich to you? Gallavich are desperate, sure, but they are desperate to finally be able to show love, not receive it.

Saying mickey relates to this song would be trying to say that he feels like nothing when Ian isn't around. The idea that mickey is only a love interest is irritating enough as it and u think he sees himself that way too?? I know mickey would get this song more than surface level. I mean, the man was a radiohead fan as a teenager. So, no, I don't think he relates to it.

I think if any relationship fit this song, it would be mandy and Lip.

This was super yappy, but I'm not all that concerned. Listened to me ans my husband on repeat while writing this

[mazzystar24]

I'm bringing positivity (I hope) lol. Top 5 buddie hc on any or all of the following, from eddie pov pls!

1. Waking up together

2. Buck being a dad to Christopher

3. Buck's eyes

4. Marriage...like not just a proposal or a wedding, but the institution of marriage and what it means to commit via marriage to someone you love

Ahhhh hi babe!! I didn’t get to post this yesterday cos my brain was melted post exam so sorry it’s late and thank you sm I love this ask!!!

I’m not creative or artsy enough to give you beautiful descriptions but I can YAP

1. We’ve seen in the show that Eddie is like the organised morning person, wakes up, has a whole routine etc,

Buck gives off goes for a run and cooks in the morning energy but also he’s a disaster bisexual so as a fellow disaster bisexual I choose to headcanon that he is at his most unbearable in the morning, chugs down coffee and is disoriented for a good hour type of thing

So ofc eddie would be endlessly fond of this because he’s been up for ages and has just been giving utter heart eyes at sleeping snoring buck and now is met with awake slightly unbearable buck

2. First of all, the PTA loves him and who can blame them, but back to buddie, I think to Eddie it’s such a calming thing to be able to rely on another person like that, to be able to delegate or anything without feeling guilty or like you’re a bad parent, like he can trust Buck with the fun stuff but also the heavy stuff, but also with some of the 1,000 little responsibilities and obligations of parenthood and it’s just this relief and like equilibrium to it of being part of a unit

3. I’m a SLUT for eyes, I don’t know what I can say though honestly you’ve seen them, Eddie definitely is pro buck wearing light blue tops because they do in fact do the Zoey deschanel in 100 days of summer effect

4. I feel like Eddie will have very mixed feelings on marriage, I think a part of him has a lot of guilt and resentment toward the institution of marriage, I think to him a part of him sees his to Shannon marriage as the start of the end for them.

Buck we know wants to be someone’s husband SO bad, like bro came out of margret’s evil womb probably asking for an apron and some kids of his own, jokes aside I think that Buck’s abandonment issues and lack of self esteem longs for this BECAUSE in his eyes it’s the connotations of being chosen and being kept, like to him marriage is saying “out of everyone in the world I choose you and I’m never gonna leave you” so I think it’s very important to him and the idea of not having that eventually would definitely make his insecurities go brrrr

So I’m an AVID enjoyer of all the fics where Eddie is very aware of this and like it’s a thing™️ in their relationship- before the self healing ensues and Eddie realises it’s different this time

I’m not sure how much I hit the “from Eddie’s Pov” bit of your ask cos idk how to but hope you like this, thanks anon!!!

Edit:

LEGIT POSTED THIS BEFORE REALISING YOU MEANT FIVE FOR EACH OR FOR ONE OF THEM AGJSKFKG HOPE ONE OF EACH IS GOOD COS I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO READ APPARENTLY 😭😭🫶🫶

[drizzledrawings]

hey there! yeah, to my understanding, anon is correct — proshippers are usually people who believe that people should be able to ship whatever they want if they tag it properly and if it appears in the correct spaces (ofc not the case w/ the tags on your art… ugh, i’m sorry:/). whilst it’s true that some proshippers do ship things like incest and such it isn’t bc they’re proshippers, it’s just bc they ship that sort of thing. proshippers just think that whatever people ship shouldn’t be like censored or restricted, even if it’s not to everyone’s taste — it should be just tagged properly and talked abt in the correct spaces, bc people will never stop shipping incest etc and attempting to stop them from doing will only result in them not filtering content properly, which is ofc not good for everyone. or at least that’s how i understand it? mean all this in good faith, i just wanted to say smth bc i know that a lot of people view proshippers as not exactly what they are sometimes

Yeah I get all that I do I’ve been on here for a long time

Sure I believe that people can ship what they want but I absolutely don’t want to see incest stuff? And I’m allowed to say I don’t like “pro shipping” because of the connotations behind it! Like sure go do you be a proshipper,,, that doesn’t mean I have to like it?

If I can’t say that I don’t like it isn’t that the same as telling them they can’t ship what they want? Lol

[catierambles]

Alternate Instincts Ch.11

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1176

Warnings: Panic attacks

Mike helped her put away what perishables she brought, which included a carton of about five dozen eggs that Sy appreciated as they were perpetually running low. They went through a lot of protein in that house with four very active Alphas, and he got the feeling they would be going through a lot more. A couple packs of steaks joined what was already in there, along with chicken and some fish. Girl had a healthy appetite. There was a slight disagreement on whose room her stuff would be going into, as all the bedrooms were spoken for. Not so much as they didn't want her things in their room, more they did and bickered amongst each other on who she would be staying with. In the end, she gave an annoyed sigh, rolling her eyes and grabbing her bags, setting them down in Mike's room and making him give a triumphant laugh, going to her and pulling her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her cheek. He went to pull back, but she reached up, touching his cheek gently and turned his face to hers, kissing him sweetly. His eyes closed, his arms tightened around her. A shiver raced down his spine as she pushed her fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands gently.

“Yep, there it is.” She said as she pulled away.

“What?” Mike asked, his voice slightly breathy.

“The feeling of fur.” She said, “I got it with all the others and I got it with you, too. I was kind of worried I wouldn't seeing as you're not an Alpha, but there it is.”

“Fur?” Walter asked, as they had followed her up the stairs to see where she was putting her things.

“Yeah, it felt like fur running over my mind and skin and I could see Mike's wolf for just a microsecond.” She said, “Black, not as stocky, but still big.”

“Damn, Stephanie.” He whispered, flattening his hands against her back. “And I thought I just wanted in your pants. But, fuck, sweetcheeks. This is a whole new feeling for me.”

“She's your Mate.” Walter said.

“It's not just that.” He said, “I want her to own me, I want to be hers.”

“Steph,” Sy started, “Did you...did you just claim Mike as your Beta?”

“I don't know what that means.” Stephanie said, still running her fingers through Mike's hair.

“Female Alphas not only have multiple Mates, but they also have Betas or Omegas that they claim.” August said, ”Sometimes they're also their Mates, sometimes they're not. Basically they're a pack within a pack. Not something we make common knowledge because there's too many negative connotations with “owning” someone, and humans wouldn't understand that it goes both ways.”

“Don't make me say it.”

“Yeah, we know, doll.” Sy said, “But you're wolf enough to claim Mike as your Beta.”

“You're my Alpha, babe.” Mike said, pulling her close and burying his face in her neck, “You're my Alpha, and I'm your Beta.” It all came crashing into her like a cartoon piano and she just about ripped herself away from him. “Steph?”

“I need some air.” She said, “It's a little too...close in here.”

“Are you all right?” Walter asked and she all but ran from the room, heading down the stairs and out the front door. It was quiet outside, the sun starting to set, casting the sky in reds and oranges.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. I want her to own me.

It was too much all at once, crushing in on her. Too much. Too heavy. She couldn't breathe, couldn't stop her mind from racing.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. I'm your Beta, you're my Alpha.

Her heart pounded in her chest so hard it hurt and she took in shaking breaths. Can't breathe. She was drowning, dying. Can't breathe. Can't breathe. Can't breathe.

“Easy.” A warm, heavy hand slid over her back. “Easy, darlin', you're gonna hit the deck.” She was pulled against a solid chest. “With me, Stephanie. Breathe with me.” His chest rose and fell in measured breaths and she slowed her breathing to match, swallowing heavily. In one two three four, out one two three four. “That's it. Keep breathin'.” In one two three four, out one two three four. The sound of his heart pushed though the loud buzzing in her head and she sank into him.

“Thank you.” She breathed and his cheek moved against her hair in a nod, his hand moving over her back in soothing motions.

“I had a lotta panic attacks after I'd get home from deployment. I know how to deal with'em.”

“Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she's okay, Mikey.” Sy said, “I think it just got to be too much for her.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It's not you, Mike. She ain't a wolf, her brain ain't wired to deal with it right away, and all this just came one after the other not leavin' her much time to process in between.”

“I'm sorry.” She said, her forehead pressed to his chest.

“Don't you apologize, baby. None of this is your fault.”

“But if I hadn't—”

“Hadn't what?” Sy asked, “Been born? Survived that accident by gettin' that transfusion? Babe, you're it for us. Some wolves don't have Mates, and if you weren't around for one reason or 'nother, we wouldn't have one either. It was always gonna be you, Stephanie. A thousand lifetimes, a thousand what-ifs, and it's always gonna be you.” She didn't know why, but hearing him say that made tears sting her eyes and she found herself sobbing quietly into his chest while he held her.

The tears eventually stopped and he pulled away only to look down at her.

"Better now?" He asked and she nodded. "Ready to go back inside?" Another nod and she slid her hand into his, lacing their fingers as they went back inside, her arm looped in Mike's.

"Are you okay?" Walter asked when they got inside and she nodded, still sniffling slightly.

"She just got a little overwhelmed, is all." Sy said and Walter nodded.

"Sy," Geralt said, "I looked into her landlord like you asked."

"And?"

"A lot of anonymous complaints of abuse, and there's a watch on him."

“Why'd you have him look into Frank?” Stephanie asked.

“Got a bad vibe from him.” Sy said with a shrug.

“Like a legit bad vibe, or “he's an Alpha wolf and is in daily close proximity to my Mate” bad vibe?” She asked and he paused as if thinking it over.

“A legit bad vibe.” He said, “And something he said don't sit right with me.”

“What did he say?” Walter asked.

“Verbatim?” Sy asked and he nodded, “If you infect her, she's mine.”

“Excuse me?” August asked.

“Fuckin' yeah.” Sy said and August pushed up from his seat. “Where you goin'?”

“Geralt isn't the only one with contacts in the Council.” He said as he headed for the stairs.

“Since when do you work for the Council?” Sy asked after him.

“I don't.”

[pulim-v]

wjat is a muse. 🎼 🎺 (why do they have a trumpet emoji but not a clarinet or a trombone or any of the actually good instruments)

Theoretically a muse is like. A character that inspires me to do stuff. Or something. But I'm never inspired so I'll just rant abt my OCs

🎼 A song that reminds me of my muse’s vibes

Mist - I'd say Little Miss Perfect but I think I can give a more interesting answer so Koala by Will Stetson babyyyyyy, it's literally a song about hiding your true feelings and putting on a mask (ending with the person accepting help and letting themself express their sadness) and that is SO Mistcore it makes me insane

Spark - Loser by Neoni. It feels like a song about someone who feels like they're a loser and they're useless, and they push everyone else away due to that, but in the end they just really want someone to be there for them

Rowan - This is Hone by Cavetown. That song just feels like someone who's a tad lost on who they're meant to be but still knows that some people love them, and idk that's kinda Rowancore wrt the later parts of the Hibernation Arc

Fern - That's What I Want by Lil Nas X. It's the yearning 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 but also just a particularly desperate kind of yearning. You know what you want and you should know how to get it but no matter what you can't reach it, yk?

Dew - Too Sweet by Hozier. I've ranted abt this one On The Audio but yeah they're hesitant to get w Via because she's too sweet for them, and that hesitancy goes away as the song goes on (church bells etc etc)

Octavia - World's Smallest Violin by AJR. It's the thinking you're unremarkable it's the being unable to voice your own feelings it's the thinking you don't want to be like your friends too much it's just a pretty Via song (and it has musical connotations lmao that's an important bit)

Agate - Sunset on Summerville by Madds Buckley. It's a song about staying with someone even when they're going through tough times, what can I say lmao

Basil - Snow by Ricky Montgomery. THIS SONG. THIS FUCKING SONG. Maybe I'm misreading it since I'm tired and all but this song just feels like someone who WANTS to be forgotten, someone who laments their past and all their terrible previous decisions, but is determined to keep going and achieve their goals. And that's really Basilcore imo she wants Spark to bury the memory of her six feet in snow but she also wants to uphold Lavender (her sister)'s legacy and be an explorer.

🎺 An instrumental song for my muse

Mist - surprisingly enough he doesn't have an instrumental song on his playlist, so how about It's Raining Somewhere Else by Toby Fox? The melancholic vibes feel like they fit him idk

Spark - TROUBLE - NEVER/ALWAYS by Jami Lynne. Chose this one mainly for the instruments but the aggressive vibe also fits Spark imo

Rowan - Respite by Toby Fox. Also a kinda subdued piano song but this one feels a but more like Rowan, maybe it's the way it feels more determined than It's Raining Somewhere Else? Like Mist's song is more about reluctance and exhaustion while Rowan's is more about resting after achieving a goal or smth idk I'm tired lol

Fern - Anyone Can Find Love (Except You) by Hkmori. Breakcore babyyyyyy. Yeah this one just feels like a panic attack so I gave it to Fern LMAOOOOO

Dew - Alphys by Toby Fox. Goofy dorky nerd song so I gave it to my dorkiest character lmao

Octavia - Girl Next Door by Toby Fox. It's another piano song because ofc it is, but this one is a tad more cheerful. It's just got a sort of kind vibe of "just an average girl" that Via kinda has, except she's not average at all, and the song wandering off as it goes on kinda feels like an allusion to that (because it is an allusion to that w Noelle lmao)

Agate - Finale by Toby Fox. Yes it's breakcore again except much less "Holy shit I'm having a panic attack" and much more "I'm going to save you whether you want me to or not". The intense heroic-ish vibe just feels like Agate's savior complex lmao

Basil - also didn't have one so uhhhh The Owl House Credits Theme. Idk it feels cheerful enough to kinda work for her general demeanor but also implies some letting go which LMAO

These all probably suck lmaooo sorry it's almost 1 in the morning and I have a class tomorrow and I've been mentally Unwell for the whole day

[aylinhadtimeforthis]

Dead Poets Society As Dogs

so I'd come up with this concept a long while ago but decided to post it here bc why not so here goes lol

Neil: Brown Golden Retriever

I really tried going off their colour, size, shape language, vibes and personality and all that, and Neil DEFFO has golden retriever energy but the darker colour helps him contrast with Todd and also is in reference to his life and looks more

Todd: Cream Labrador

Honestly I don't know what other dog to have put for Todd this is the best fit I think He is calm and chill like labs but also wouldn't hesitate to defend his friends and stand his ground :)

Chris: Samoyed

I really didn't wanna put Chris as a light (esp white) coloured dog bc of her connotations with light colours but 😭 It literally fits so well hskdhbfjhds she looks so pretty I couldn't not do it :") and also there's not many darker dogs that fit her vibe :( She can still accessorize in darker colours tho ofc ofc

Ginny: Blue Heeler

Nah C'MON this is SUCH a Ginny dog like the bluish blackish warmish greyish patterns on the fur is like exactly what I think she'd wear and the dark round patterns are reminiscent to her dark wavy hair :)

Dalton: Husky-Chi

This was the only one that made a little sense to me tbh 😭 I literally tried looking for so many types of small dogs but they all looked weird and unfitting and wrong so this is the best I got 💀 Also apparently their personalities are quite unpredictable and "mystic" which I think matches pretty well with her impulsive and creative sense

Knox: German Shepherd Hound Mix

This is such a Knox dog omg look at him he's got the same cowardly mopey doe eyed look the lil freak always has I love him I esp wanted a dog that would be of a bigger build but more quiet and kinda scared looking like Knox is, and I think it worked p well with the hound addition bc german shepherds are guard and fighting dogs and the mix totally subverting that threatening appearance fits pretty well with Knox's lack of interest in getting involved with trouble or scuffs Also he looks like he'd give good hugs which :))))))

Pitts: Husky

THAT IS LITERALLY A PITTS DOG C'MON LOOK AT MY BOY THAT IS HIM I LOVE HIM

Meeks: Orange Poodle

Meeks would always accompany you and chill out with you but also judge you to the ends of hell and back and I feel like this is the right dog to convey that through Also it has his curly ginger hair :)

Cameron: Finnish Spitz

Who's a good pretty little bitch boy? You are yeah. Now THAT'S a Cameron dog if I've ever seen one istg it's got the colour the cut the expressions and everything- also there's this title of an article I found hsjkhsdjhfbjt-

-So true bestie too much crazy Cameron barking can be hazardous to your health anyway I hope you enjoyed this silly species-bend post or whatever one'd call it lol I just thought it'd be interesting to make :)

[popstart]

Am I the only one who feels like the way this fandom talks about female characters is always so like???? Omg girlboss but also a girlfailure I support women’s rights AND wrongs she was robbed!!!! Idk it’s always the same few phrases lol I don’t get it.

OHHHH I AGREE SO HARD💀 seeing the same 3 phrases used to describe the female characters bc they think its a diversity win. ok.

Female character is independent or strong etc -> omg shes suuuuch a girlboss teehee🙈 step on me. other weird and annoying sexual comments bc girlbossery is sexy (or something) and thats the only appeal female characters are allowed to have for a lot of people Female character is kinda cringe sometimes and doesnt succeed at everything -> omg my silly girlfaliure girlloser shes so sillystupid i love her Female character has dimension -> omg??? shes like a girlboss and a girlfaliure at the same time???

ignoring the fact i hate so many things about tacking on the prefix girl to random shit as something that feels like a negative connotation (or something degrading), there is 0 critical thinking people have for female characters and its like. ok man. people come up with 600 random headcanons and backstory elements for every single male character they like but designate the female characters they like to "oh ummm shes a girlboss so i like her😊" AWWEEESOMEEEEE. LOVE TO SEE IT🥴

and to people that dont see that or say that doesnt happen....... it does. i see it with my own eyeballs every damn day. eg; in fanon noah has 8 (or 9? i forget) girlboss sisters and is an expert hacker and speaks 300 languages and knows everything and makes 0 mistakes and is always calculated all the time and has 20 boyfriends while in canon he got kicked out of the opportunity of 100k dollars because he was reading and hates everyone and plays video games all day and is a massive schmuck for 1 single person that being emma. sorry noah fans thats just how it is. headcanons are fine but it gets to the point where its like hey guys what are we doing here.

and ok whatever. say we all stop talking about noah bc god knows he did nothing to deserve it. where do we go from there? the amount of people i see saying they wish there was more f/f in fandom they just dont wanna write it or people that say they wish they wrote f/f more its just too hard has me :I i think it really just proves how little fanon there is for female characters. since generally fanon is what fandom bases its fanfiction and general characterization on and f/f famously contains only women, it makes sense that if its "hard" to write for f/f pairings it means that people just dont care enough about the women to make wide spread fandom interpretations of them.

and it reaaaaaally sucks. total drama has what i consider a pretty good cast of diverse female characters. And sure, a lot of the time the show doesnt do them justice (they were robbed as many many MANY people say) but a lot of them have so much potential and all of them have at least SOME potential. but ofc, due to how theyre treated in the fandom, no one really cares about them outside of them being paired up with men. and even worse, people will just straight ignore them outright a lot of the time because they 'get in the way of their mlm ship' or some bs.

am i saying its inherently misogynistic to write mlm ships? HELLLLLL no. im just saying that the heavy apathy or visceral anger many many many female characters get unless theyre paired up with a man or because they 'get in the way of' a mans love for another man is quite frankly laughable when you consider what actually goes on in the show. this shit was made for kids, these people are kids. its just so weird just how obsessed people can be with a fictional character to the point of these overblown reactions to other characters of the same god damn show