#you're a hypocrite and a dumbass but

[ellumsium]

EURYLOCHUS THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU

also the thunder saga actually killed me im so ill..................

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I’m new, I just read your fic about neglect reader. I haven’t read through your blog yet but I am so excited after reading this fic. I am an emotional wreck right now and my curiosity is eating me alive with this question “Does reader know about Jason? Will they ever met? Ever have a platonic relationship together? Will Jason be more of a brother to reader?”

I’m sorry I speed through the fic and tears are in my eyes I couldn’t think straight BUT I notice that Jason is hardly there so I’m curious. Please this is such a brain rot, it’s way past midnight after I read this cause I keep stopping to cry.

major (?) spoilers below.

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

hello anon !! im so happy ppl are getting more exposed to the content i have written so far. anyways, i can't believe i also got others to cry bec i did too when i was writing 😭

anyways, to answer ur question: yes! the reader will meet jason and he would actually be the first sibling you would meet after you have left the manor. the way he would turn yandere for you is a different approach to how the others would be because in the prequel, it has been stated that you had your fair share of encounters with him.

"will they ever have a platonic relationship with him/see him as a brother?" maybe, maybe not. because your meeting with him would all be a blur to you, and jason's obsession would stem from the trauma he had experienced, causing him to be more protective of you.

you're not in your best mindset and you're vulnerable walking through the streets of gotham and all alone? oh god, only a dumbass would do that— but once the red hood recognizes your face and the way you carry yourself so pitiably, he immediately tries to take you in his arms just as he should.

but the moment you push him away? tell him to fuck off despite your drunken state? the moment you cry and tell him you could deal with everything yourself without his help or anybody else's? you just remind him of himself and that triggers his first spiral into yandere-ism.

it's the way you share trauma, the way you both feel immense anger. he should've noticed sooner because you two would've been as close as peas in a pod. and yet he failed you by being a hypocrite. you were literally taken into the manor right after his death and discarded like you were mere trash. he should've taken you away when he had the opportunity to but he was too caught up in his feat of revenge.

yet the worst part was that he had taken notice of tim before he did you, and jason had momentarily hated you too because he thought bruce had replaced him. if he had looked through that veil of contempt that he had for you, and saw just how neglected and in need of attention you are, then he would've taken you under his wing.

but he didn't, and he had done the same thing to you as most did.

so take it as you will when i say you're more or less going to be closer (albeit unwillingly) to jason than anybody else because unlike his other siblings who are bound by their vigilante duties, your big brother jason wouldn't mind shooting any creeps who think they could touch his precious angel.

and he gets it, too, angel— you hate him, you hate them all and that's valid. but you can't just walk out in the streets alone and expect to be home in one piece; so leave it to him to scout your apartment alright? leave it to your big brother jason to intimidate the goons who try to stalk you when you're not looking. even if you don't want him near you, you'll always find warm food by your table and a note reminding you to take care of yourself more often.

it hurts when you rip the paper to shreds but it breaks his heart even more if you refuse to touch the meal he would leave for you, because that probably means you saw him as danger more than anything else. and he doesn't know it, but you're already planning to make a run for it now that you're under red hood's radar.

it's obvious that you have no experience when it comes to living by yourself, so please don't fucking push him away and let him protect you from any harm. your self destructive habits only causes him to become more protective of you and it only lets him stalk you more often to ensure nobody would touch his precious angel.

just like dick, you'll be treated more like a child than that of a young adult, but at least jason has the concept of personal space compared to your eldest brother. but still, jason wishes to hold you in his arms.

heaven forbid if the joker ever got his crummy fingers on you. jason would go berserk.

little does he know, little does your family know just how much they had lost the opportunity to keep you in wraps inside the manor.

they should've never let you out in the first place.

[writeriguess]

Hello! I have a request plz! So I got a katsuki x reader where you are izuku twin sister. You actually got a quirk that morphed from your dad's side (plasma manipulation) which when it manifested was a LOT stronger than his so he was extremely jealous about it. Over the years he treated you just as bad if not worse than izuku. You got into UA was always top of the class in marks which made it worse. When he got kidnapped so did you bc AFO wanted your quirk. You ended up saving both of you by overloading the quirk cancel bracelets (ripping your arm out of socket to break free overloading the brain power used to push yourself past the cancelers etc) he realizes that not only your strength is your abilities but your willpower also. You saved both of you. In the field when you're trying to escape you are already severely injured and you take a devastating blow from AFO that was aimed at him. And when he sees you on the ground broken something snaps into place for him. That he can't stand to see you like this. That he has loved you since yall were 5 and he was just to emotionally constipated and jealous to realize his feelings. And when you wake up a week later in the hospital he has been there the entire time waiting for you. Where he apologizes for everything and confesses his feelings

Sacrifice

The scent of antiseptic and the quiet beeping of monitors were the first things you registered when you finally drifted back into consciousness. Your whole body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder, every nerve screaming in protest as you shifted slightly. A sharp inhale hissed through your teeth as a particularly nasty pain shot up your arm—your right arm, the one you had nearly ripped from its socket to break free from AFO’s restraints.

Memories came flooding back in a violent rush. The capture. The pain. The way you had pushed past the quirk-canceling restraints, nearly frying your own brain in the process just to save yourself and him. Bakugou. Your heart clenched as the last thing you remembered played in your mind like a horror film—AFO’s attack, the way you had seen it coming, how you had thrown yourself in the way without a second thought. The impact, the agony, and then…nothing.

A low groan left your lips, and almost instantly, a chair scraped against the floor. Then—

"Shit—you're awake!"

That voice.

You forced your heavy eyelids open, and there he was, Katsuki Bakugou, his red eyes wide with something you had never seen before—fear. For you. His face was uncharacteristically pale, his normally spiky hair looking like he had run his hands through it a million times. He looked…wrecked.

"Katsuki…" Your voice was barely above a whisper, throat raw from disuse.

"Don’t fucking talk," he snapped, but there was no heat behind it. If anything, his voice was thick, almost shaky. "You need to rest, dumbass."

You managed a weak chuckle, even though it hurt like hell. "Did…you just tell me not to do something reckless?"

His jaw clenched, and he looked away, hands fisting the fabric of his pants. "Tch. Fuckin’ hypocrite, I know."

Silence hung between you, thick with everything unsaid. You took the opportunity to really look at him. He had dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept in days. His hands trembled slightly where they rested on his thighs. Then it hit you—

"How long have I been out?"

"A week."

Your breath caught. "You’ve…been here the whole time?"

His lips pressed into a thin line. "Of course I have." His voice was low, rough. Like he was barely holding himself together. "They told me you might not wake up, dumbass. That you might not fucking make it." His hands curled into fists. "And it was my fault."

Your eyes widened. "No—"

"YES." His voice cracked, and your stomach twisted. "You—you took that hit for me. You almost died for me. And after everything—after all the shit I put you through, you still…" He exhaled sharply, his shoulders shaking. "Why? Why the hell would you do that for me?"

You blinked, stunned. Did he really not get it?

"Because I care about you, dumbass," you murmured. "Because even though you were an absolute ass to me growing up, I know you. I know you’re more than your anger. More than your jealousy. And I—" You hesitated, swallowing thickly. "I could never let anything happen to you."

His head snapped up, red eyes locking onto yours with something raw, something painful. "You should hate me." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I hate me."

A lump formed in your throat. "I don’t."

He let out a broken chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "You should. I—fuck, (Y/N), I treated you like shit. Worse than Deku, even. And it wasn’t ‘cause I actually hated you." He let out a bitter laugh. "It was ‘cause I—" He exhaled harshly, his hands clenching and unclenching.

You waited, heart pounding.

"—‘Cause I was fucking jealous." His voice was raw, cracked. "You were always better. Stronger. Smarter. No matter how hard I tried, you were just more. And instead of dealing with my own fucking issues, I took it out on you. The person who—who actually gave a shit about me."

You could hardly breathe. He was breaking in front of you. Bakugou Katsuki, who never admitted to weakness, never let anyone see him falter—was laying himself bare for you.

"Katsuki…"

His fists trembled, and then, suddenly, he was reaching for you. A hesitant, almost fearful motion, like he thought you’d push him away. You didn’t. His calloused hand found yours, grasping it tightly, like you were the only thing anchoring him to reality.

"I thought I lost you," he choked out. "And it—it fucking destroyed me." His grip tightened. "And I—I finally fucking get it now." He took a shuddering breath, his gaze locking onto yours, fierce and desperate. "I’ve loved you since we were five, and I was too much of an emotionally constipated piece of shit to realize it."

Your heart stopped.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, as his words sunk in. "What?"

His lips twisted into something self-deprecating. "I love you, (Y/N). And I know—I know I don’t deserve you. Not after everything. But I swear to fucking god, if you give me a chance, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you." His thumb brushed over your knuckles. "Just…please."

Tears welled in your eyes. Your body ached, your mind was still foggy, but none of that mattered. Not when the boy you had loved for years was finally laying his heart at your feet.

With the little strength you had, you squeezed his hand. "You idiot," you murmured, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I’ve loved you for years."

His breath hitched. "What?"

You gave him a weak smile. "I’ve always loved you. Even when you were a dumbass."

For a moment, he just stared at you, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. And then, with a shaky exhale, he dropped his head, pressing his forehead against your joined hands. His shoulders trembled, and you realized—he was crying.

"Thank god," he whispered.

You let out a soft, watery laugh, reaching up to gently run your fingers through his hair. He melted into the touch, exhaling shakily.

"You’re stuck with me now, Bakugou," you teased, voice barely above a whisper.

His grip on your hand tightened. "Damn right I am."

[3d-wifey]

NSFT Alphabet: Scott Miller Edition

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex

Wranglers!reader: Uhh…you're likely not getting any. He's got a busy schedule plus an early morning tomorrow, blah blah blah, you know how it is. 

Storm PAR!reader: At the beginning of your relationship, it'd be the same as if you were a wrangler. But somewhere along the way, he stops rushing to get that button up back on, and stays in bed with you longer. You do the yapping most of the time, but he lets you lay on his chest, wrapped in his strong arms as you do it. 

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Thinks the idea of having a favorite anything is stupid, let alone a favorite part of his body. But he's a hypocrite, so his hair, even though he doesn’t treat it like it is. Stuffing those black curls into his baseball cap, leaving the roots sweat slicked and the ends that peek out spattered with dust from the last chase. He doesn't do anything to it other than shampoo and conditioner, dry shampoo if it's a real rough one. Despite that, it's still full and healthy. You must also be a big fan of his hair, especially with how much you pull on it.

He likes your voice, though that isn't really a body part, so maybe your vocal cords? So stupid. He doesn’t talk much, you do. Or at least you do to balance out his silence. And as annoyed as he might act, saying things like, “You've got a mouth that won't quit,” and “Shut up.” He doesn't actually want you to shut up. Even if you clamp up about something, he'll notice and get you talking again in his own way. He likes having to muffle you when you get whiny in those spaces where the walls are a little too thin.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Scott is incredibly responsible; there will be no Plan B runs on his watch. So no matter how much you beg, he's not coming in you without a condom. Oh, you're on birth control? That's only effective, like, 99% of the time. And you're kind of a dumbass (a bit forgetful), he doesn't trust that you remember to take it every single day without fail, which drops it to 93 – 91% effectiveness. Yeah, fuck no.

Now, coming in your mouth? …He's listening. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Scott likes blowjobs—really, he does. He loves fucking into your mouth, and you just taking it. He loves holding you down as you gag and choke, making the dark hair at his crotch even darker with spit and precum. He loves feeling your cheeks flush with warmth and endurance in his much bigger hands, puffed up as you struggle to take all of him. He loves when you stare up at him, eyes wet and lips wrapped around him as one of your hands go down to your clit—knowing that pleasuring him gets you wet. He even loves putting a hand behind your neck and keeping you still as you pat his leg, becoming increasingly frantic, before finally letting you up. He especially loves that split-second panic in your eye, the gasp for air, how eager you are to get him back in your mouth—Scott's a man of very few pleasures, but this is chief among them.

Be that as it may, he'll never ask for one. He'll sit with his arms crossed, legs spread, eyes unreadable behind those shades. And he'll do the same in the motel room, but without the glasses, sitting on the edge of your bed. He's got the patience to wait until you want to give him one, making you beg to blow him.

It's a power thing, sure, but it's also a surefire way of making sure you know what you're getting yourself into. And when you do, he'll wipe the tears from your cheeks with a surprisingly gentle thumb, and tell you how pretty you look.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Have you seen him? 6’4, muscular, a pretty face, and a bitchy attitude. He's had no shortage of people throwing themselves at him. Even grown women while he was in high school, not that he ever humored them past a scoff and a roll of his eyes. Despite all of that, his body count isn't particularly high. He didn't start doing casual hook-ups until he was at MIT, and even then, he was more focused on his academics than anything else. Plus, it's kind of hard getting anyone into his motel bed when he's busy chasing tornadoes.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

His favorite position is the same regardless of whether you’re a Wrangler or not, but for different reasons. Missionary. Yeah, you heard right. Nothing fancy, nothing gymnastic. Just him on top, holding your hips like you’re gonna float away otherwise. If you’re StormPAR, he’s partial to how his face is close enough to brush against yours. If you’re a Wrangler, it’s not about laziness—it never is with him—it’s about control. Eye contact. How deep he can get. How still he can keep you.

If you're whining about wanting something else, maybe doggy or cowgirl for a change, he’ll let you get your way once. Then flip you back over like it offended him personally. “This works better,” he mutters, as if that’s the end of the conversation.

It is. 

Besides, if he’s doing his job right, what position you’re in will be the last thing on your mind

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Very serious, actually. If you tried to tell a joke in the middle of him getting down to business, he'd stop, furrow his brow, before redoubling his efforts as if he's the IRS and your pussy commited tax fraud. The way he sees it, the correct way, he must not be doing it right if you're able to make jokes. Depending on what you say or do, he's liable to leave all together. Way to ruin the mood.

The things he does find funny in the midst of all this are things you certainly won't laugh at. The way you beg even though you know it's not gonna get you anywhere with him—that'll make him smirk.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed a bit for his own comfort, if anything. Doesn't like the sensation of hair being pulled by the material of his boxer briefs. And if by match the drapes, you mean thick and dark, then yeah. They're fucking identical. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Wranglers!reader: Don’t expect candlelight. Don’t expect whispered confessions. You might get a grunt of approval or a single hand over your ribs when you shiver. That’s the kind of affection you get—a little rough, a little absent-minded, the kind you’ll definitely read into even after he explicitly told you not to. He’s not withholding it for any malicious reason; it’s just not the kind of relationship you two have. The end.

Storm PAR!reader: It creeps in slowly. The first time he cradles the back of your head like it matters. The way he says your name—not loudly, not breathlessly, just quiet. Steady. Like it should mean more than a few syllables. And to him, it does. You won’t get sweet nothings, but you’ll feel something weightier. He may not say “I love you,” but he’ll mean it when he moves slow. When he doesn’t pull out of you for a while. When he lingers in the stillness after, forehead against yours, breathing synced. When he lets you lay on him, an action many would overlook for how simple it is. But you don’t. You know how significant this is, and that’s likely why he does it.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Not really, no. He's busy, and when he's not busy, he's fucking exhausted. If he actually gets the urge, he'll get someone to solve it with (you).

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Guess it depends on how you define it. For Scott, it’s simply things he enjoys doing. Like making you go dumb with pleasure—your head too fogged up to say anything coherent, babbling whatever you think will get you to come the fastest. He likes fingering you, he likes the physicality of pistoning one, two, three of his thick fingers into you and how you always gasp like it’s the first time. He likes making you cry.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

StormPAR!Reader: Motel beds. Not because they’re sexy—because they’re temporary. Low expectations. Peeling wallpaper. The kind of bed you don’t feel bad fucking the hell out of. And the novelty of it? You, sprawled under him in a new shitty town every week—it gets under his skin.

Wrangler!Reader: The backseat of his SUV, or the idea of it, rather. Considering your teams aren’t in the same motel most of the time, you’ll have to make do with what you have and what you have is Scott picking you up in his truck deep into the AM and a secluded parking lot. It’s cramped, it’s uncomfortable, it smells faintly like gasoline and rain—but the windows fog up fast, and that’s enough privacy for him. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Mouthy. Stubborn. A little bit of a brat, if we’re being honest. You getting mad at him? Hot. You getting clingy in the middle of an argument? Hot. You trying to stay mad while he backs you against a wall and says, “You done yet?”—really hot.

But nothing gets him harder than you begging. Not performative, fake porn whining—actual needing. Whispered “please”s, broken voice, that desperation in your eyes like he’s the only thing that can fix it. He lives for that.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No open relationship, whatever form that may take. Scott doesn't like to share, never has, never will. With anyone. Girl or guy, doesn't matter. There's very little outside of his job that he gives a damn about. You fall in that category, even if you’re not in a relationship (likely his fault), he still sees you as his. He's possessive, sue him.

No public sex. At least, not in certain circumstances. Nowhere you can be found out by your coworkers, that goes for the Wranglers and Storm PAR. He's got a reputation to maintain. And he's not too eager to get a public indecency charge either. Let's just keep the private stuff private. It's your fault for falling in love with a stickler. 

Anal. Not into it, never got the hype around it. Thinks it’s too “dirty” and you're not convincing him otherwise. If that's someone's thing, power to them. He’s definitely judging, but power to them. You're definitely not getting anywhere near his either, FYI.

Anything to do with piss or vomit. Let's just keep the body fluids to spit and cum, alright?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

You already know how he feels about getting head, but he isn't opposed to giving it either. You're less likely to get it if you're a Wrangler primarily because you're a little short on time. But other than that, you're in good hands. Takes it as seriously as he does everything else. Kneels on the bed, yanks you down by your ankles, slaps your hands away when you try to escape the overstimulation—y'know, the works.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on a couple of factors. His mood, if you or someone else pissed him off at some point that day—highly likely—, what you ask for. But mainly, how much time you've got.

Once you're official and time and discretion are lower on his list of priorities, you'll start having more sensual, more intense sex that feels incredibly…personal. In fact, it's likely the first time you had sex like this while you were still “casual” that made you both go “...wow.” afterwards.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Until you're official, they're all you're getting. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Scott is not what you’d call adventurous. Ironic considering his job. He likes control. He likes knowing the outcome. He’ll try new things if you ask, and if you’re convincing enough—it's like pitching a business venture on Shark Tank—but don’t get too wild. No ropes, no blindfolds, nothing that leaves marks someone else could see. (That of course goes out the window when you're officially together.)

You want to try something new? Sure. Just don’t push him past his comfort zone unless you’re ready for him to stop, get dressed, and act like you didn’t just have your fingers inside his mouth five minutes ago.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

One good round—two if he’s in a certain mood, or if you’ve been pissing him off all day. He’s not a machine, and he’s not interested in marathon sessions for the sake of it. He fucks with purpose.

He’s more of a “stretch it out, make it count” kind of guy. He’ll edge you twice before you get to come, but when you do? It’s gonna take the strength out of your legs.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No toys for himself. That’s too much maintenance. But for you? Yeah. He's got a couple things tucked away—not because he needs them, but because he likes using them on you. Likes watching you squirm with a vibrator against your clit while he holds it there. Likes keeping you on edge until you cry a little. Then finally—finally—he gives you what you want. And nothing he's bought himself, he's commandeered whatever you have to use on you.

Don't think you can hide it from him, don't think he doesn't know—he does, he's gone through your shit. And don't think he's not gonna make fun of you for it—he will.

But he’ll never call them toys. “Shit that helps,” he’ll say, tossing it aside when he’s done.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Painfully unfair. You’re lucky if he lets you come the first time. He’ll edge you until you’re shaking, then pull back and go, “Don’t pout.” If you try to get yourself off, he’ll smack your hand away and look deeply unimpressed.

But the second you turn the tables? Act like you don’t care? He’ll get mean about it—mouth between your thighs before you can finish your sentence. He doesn’t like being ignored, especially not by you.  

And don't tell him this, but he is a bit of a brat. He can dish it, and he can somewhat take it, but nowhere near as well as he's oh so confident he can.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Low. Controlled. Quiet. You might get the occasional grunt, or a muttered curse under his breath, but that’s it. The louder you are, the more intense he gets—he’s chasing those sounds like a man possessed.

Every now and then, though, if you catch him off guard—he groans. Deep in his chest. A sound so raw it makes you clench instinctively. You won’t hear it often. But when you do, you’ll think about it for days.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

After you two start dating, Scott keeps a photo of you in his glove compartment. Nothing scandalous—just you, sunlit and smiling, hand shielding your eyes. He tells himself it’s for “morale,” something to look at between storms. But the photo’s got a worn crease down the middle, and the edges are soft from how often he touches it.

He pretends he’s not sentimental. He is.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick. Veiny. Not huge, but impressive. The kind that leaves a weight in your throat when you try to take it all. Uncut. Warm. And you don’t need to see it to know how much it’s gonna hurt the first time he really stops holding back, though the bulge through his slacks certainly helps.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High, but well-managed. He can go weeks without it if work demands. But if he sees you? If you touch him right, look at him too long, chew on your bottom lip while you argue—he’s unbuckling his belt with zero hesitation.

He doesn’t act on it often. But it’s always there.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Depends on the day. If it was a long storm run, he’s out in five minutes, breathing heavy with a hand still resting on your hip like he doesn’t want you to move. He usually wakes up before you so he doesn't have to reckon with the fact that he clutches you to his chest in his sleep. 

Other times, he just stares at the ceiling. Arms behind his head. Silent. Thinking. He won’t say what about. You’ll have to scoot in and fall asleep on him, force the intimacy. Eventually, he shifts just enough to rest a hand on your back and drifts off with you.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Yoo Hobin Company

G/N. Taehoon is enlisting. Soft and sweet. Masterlists

Taehoon was the one who tried to break it off. Tried.

Considered it a kindness, whatever measly amount his cold cold heart could muster up.

He wanted to play it cool, like it wouldn't work out. Had run its course and naturally reached an amicable end.

(None of that was true.

However, there was nothing more heartbreaking than thinking of you waiting day after day for him as he serves in the military. Waiting for messages and calls and letters until he finally has some time off and can spend it with you.

It's a waste of your time.

Nevermind that it's completely hypocritical because he would absolutely wait until the end of the earth for you.)

You arched an incredulous eyebrow listening to his nonsense. Then, in one fell swoop, rejected the breakup. 

"No."

Taehoon eyes widened at your refusal. He never thought breakups needed to be mutual or that you could decline it. But he knew that you saw through his motives. In hindsight, he didn't know why he bothered; you could always read him like an open book.

A smirk spreads, replaces the shock on his face.

"Dumbass," he says.

"You're the dumb one," you snipe back without heat, pulling him down by the collar and capturing his lips with yours.

.

.

In all honesty, you expected an adjustment period after Taehoon enlisted. A bit of loneliness. Some hours spent twiddling your thumbs until you found your feet again.

After all, you two were joined at the hip. He's your best friend.

What you didn't expect was that you were busier than ever. Not that you were particularly close to the Yoo Hobin company before, but there now seems to be a revolving door of members constantly by your side.

(And you really hate to admit this because Hobin is so sweet, but Taehoon is right. Something about Hobin’s face is sometimes, occasionally… really punchable.)

What you didn't know was, during the last company meeting before Taehoon had to leave-

He glared at them all, one by one. Growled and ordered them to take care of you or else.

Issue is - any sort of intimidation was offset by the pink flush on his cheeks as everyone saw through his prickliness and physically melted at him being such an attentive boyfriend.

First, the breakup didn't work and now neither do his threats. Taehoon is losing his touch.

"Stop that," he snaps when they all stare at him with soppy expressions.

Gyeoul tuts, rolls her eyes and tells him, "You're embarrassing."

Taehoon's leg twitches and he wonders if he stretched out now for a roundhouse kick, if it would hit them all in the face. Men, women, children alike.

His ire is eventually appeased when Yeonwoo, like butter wouldn't melt and earnest as ever, offers- promises that the company will take care of you.

The others agree, although there was never any doubt they would. Eager and already planning to involve you in all manner of things.

Finally reassured, a weight is lifted from Taehoon's shoulders.

[purpledemonlilyposting]

Also there's something really fucking hypocritical of you defending vivienne (did bad things in the past) but have an entire career on bullying cd (did bad things in the past). is it possible you forgive cis people more for their crimes than trans people??? because vivienne theres literally proof out there of her saying white supremacist shit, but i bet if i watched your dumbass slop stream you wouldnt address that once

You're comparing Vivienne Medrano, someone whose worst crimes are being human behind the scenes, making some questionable artistic choices in her late teens and being kinda cringe to... Lily Orchard. The author of the pedophilic epic Stockholm. The incest fetish gooner. Whose sister has accused her of rape.

Is that right?

Also I did cover how retards like you think Medrano eating McDonald's in Japan makes her a Zionist. The VOD's back up if you want to check for yourself. I'll be chaptering it soon:

https://www.youtube.com/live/9z3YLnRXL3M?si=aJFR0yZg4fuvm02j

[xia0mi-c0m]

I hate the infantilization of Beelzebub/Beel.

I hate how this fandom treats Beel like a innocent baby, HE ISN'T A BABY. Nor is he innocent. he knows about topics like sex, he is a grown ass demon. Yes, he cares about MC but saying that he is "so baby" for doing so is kinda fueling into the toxic mindset that men cannot be caring and loving without being perceived as weak and needing protection from an outside force all because they do the bare minimum for the ones they love. I've been in this fandom ever since Obey Me came out and I'm not only heavily uncomfortable but also immensely disappointed in the fandom for this infantilization that is sadly so normalized in fandoms (which, is also unnecessary to do especially since the ones they are doing it towards are grown adults who can fend for themselves and don't need any help traveling through life). He is shown to be able to show sexual desire, even when it is implied rather than outwardly expressed at times. As aforementioned, he is a grown ass man, he knows about sexual topics he is not a fucking dumbass. In fact, if you have ever read the manga or played the game, you would know he is quite smart despite people portraying him as the opposite. Don't say shit like "Stop Stereotypes" or something along those lines when you're the one fueling a mindset that is, by the name, set up to make men who are decent human beings look as if they're "weak" and/or "helpless." If not, and you continue to say it while babying grown ass adults, you're being a hypocrite by definition. So, Obey Me Fandom; Do better, stop treating Beelzebub as a "UwU Cinnamon roll who's so baby 🥺🥺🥺", he is a demon whom is on the strong side of things and can fully fend for himself and others if needed.

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

Mydei and Phainon taking care of you after you had a threesome with them, except during most of the time—they keep arguing with each other while taking care of you at the same time 💔💔

You were exhausted—limbs heavy, brain hazy, body sore in the best and worst ways possible. Lying limp between Mydei and Phainon, you barely had the energy to keep your eyes open, let alone process the way they were bickering over you.

"You're wiping too hard, dumbass," Mydei snapped, snatching the warm cloth from Phainon’s hand.

Phainon scowled. "Maybe if you hadn’t gone so hard, they wouldn’t need this much cleaning up."

"Me?" Mydei scoffed, dabbing the cloth against your inner thigh with way more care than his attitude suggested. "You were the one talking all big about 'breaking them in'—"

"Like you weren't doing the same shit," Phainon shot back, rolling his eyes before flipping the blanket over you with a little more force than necessary. "You're such a hypocrite."

You let out a weak whimper, shifting between them. The soreness was setting in, and all their movement wasn’t helping.

Immediately, both of them went quiet, eyes snapping down to you.

"You okay, baby?" Mydei murmured, his voice softer now, his hand brushing along your side.

"You need water? Something to eat?" Phainon asked at the same time, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead like he was checking for a fever.

You barely managed a nod before they were back at it again.

"You’re being too touchy," Phainon grumbled, swatting Mydei’s hand away.

Mydei scoffed. "And you're being dramatic. They like my touch."

"They're exhausted, dumbass. They probably don’t even know what they like right now."

"You saying I don’t know how to handle them?"

"I know you don’t."

You groaned softly, your head rolling against the pillow. "Guys…"

Instantly, they shut up, both of them turning their attention back to you.

"Water," you mumbled, voice hoarse.

"I told you they needed water," Phainon muttered, already reaching for the bottle on the nightstand.

Mydei huffed. "Like I wasn’t about to get it myself."

They both helped you sit up, hands surprisingly gentle despite their constant bickering. Mydei held the bottle to your lips, and Phainon rubbed slow circles into your back as you drank.

The warmth of their hands, their lingering touches—it was almost enough to make you forget how much of a mess they were.

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

“Aang fans have to reach hard to find any sort of “development” in his story, and to justify why it’s acceptable for him to put the lives of millions of people at risk to maintain feelings of purity despite other Avatars (including an Air Nomad) telling him his decision is selfish”

Thoughts on this take? I found it on “longing for rain” blog.

1 - Zuko had THE perfect opportunity to end the war by killing Ozai during the day of the eclipse, but he didn't do so because "It's Aang's fate" and Zuko has a very rigid idea of what "fate" means and how it should affect one's behavior. Iroh also refused to even try to HELP in the battle because it'd make him be seen as a power-hungry kinslayer (even though he had zero intention of becoming Fire Lord). Both of these things can be seen as selfish, especially since they're all about how it'll affect their OWN image, yet only Aang gets labeled selfish. If everyone is throwing the burden on his shoulders, they can shut the fuck up about how he handles said burden.

2 - One of Aang's reasons to not want to kill Ozai is because HE'S TWELVE AND DOESN'T WANNA MURDER SOMEONE, even someone who deserves it. He never asked for this responsibility. He cannot be blamed for Sozin and every Fire Lord after him being a monster, or for Roku's inability to do anything despite being an adult. He's a child. This is not his mess to fix, and yet...

3 - He's not simply going "Sorry, guys, I don't feel like killing Ozai, guess you're all gonna die." He's trying to find alternative solutions - and when he can't find one, he ACCEPTS killing Ozai (and even almost does it AFTER being taught about energybending), despite...

4 - Him being a pacifist and wanting to stay true to his beliefs. He's not trying to be "pure", as in "I'm better than all of you 'cause I don't want to kill", but as in "I don't wanna be a hypocrite that preaches one thing but does the opposite" - thought I suppose I can understand how someone how tries to get praised by trying to pass off AI bullshit as actual art made by them would have a problem with a main character that vallues being an honest person.

Aang's development is not the same as Zuko's of "I need to completely alter my way of thinking" because AANG WAS NOT THE ONE SUPPORTING GENOCIDE. This doesn't make Zuko a better written, more realistic, or "more developed" character, it means he used to be a monster and now he isn't one anymore.

Aang's entire struggle is constantly having the world trying to beat his innocence and humanity out of him so he is nothing BUT the Avatar, just a super soldier/weapon that lives to sacrifice everything for everyone else's sake, while getting nothing in return because "it's his duty." His character arc is about realizing these "necessary evils" aren't actually necessary at all, and that he CAN save the world without destroying his spirit and identity in the process. He doesn't have to see the "error of his ways" because he was not the one in the wrong for saying "Fuck you, I'm a PERSON, not your sacrificial lamb."

And idiots like this particular dumbass would realize it (or rather, admit it) if they only they didn't have a giant stick up their pretencious ass and could get over the fact that their fanon ship "lost the ship war" TWENTY FUCKING YEARS AGO!

[velvetvexations]

Always think it's funny when something like "transmascs enjoying (media) is problematic and insensitive," and then you look on their profile, and they're a transfemme who uses east asian art as an aesthetic. Every time, man, Every Time. (not talking abt u ofc velvet, you're extremely chill and have demonstrated your knowledge before o7)

I'd find it funny if I wasn't Chinese, and these people weren't so blissfully ignorant of how white western centric society feminises East Asian men (then again they'd probably view that as a good thing LMAO)

(pls anon this if the anon got lost, my tumblr has been working weird)

it's so obviously annoying and hypocritical but especially when it's a White-American trying to weaponize the oppression of Natives against another group that includes a lot of transmascs the way that dumbass was doing with that post

[dioslesbianwife]

Hello! May I request the part5 characters(not the antagonists) a reader who is (too) easily distracted, even when fighting. (Platonic pls!!)

If it's not too much, can I also ask for Johnny, Gyro, Hot Pants, and Diego(scary monsters)? (Same request, also platonic!)

Sorry if that request is long you don't have to do everyone and I hope you're doing well!!

yeah i can do everyone, thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy!

Giorno Giovanna

He is patient, but you test that patience every time you space out mid-fight.

“Please, focus.” Said with the same intensity as if he’s willing you to stay in the present. He sounds calm, but internally he is stressed.

Has probably saved your life at least five times because you got distracted by a pretty flower while someone was actively trying to kill you.

He considers giving you a beetle as a reminder to stay focused, but he’s worried you’ll get distracted admiring the beetle instead of fighting.

Bruno Bucciarati

Tries to be understanding but is so close to zipping your mouth shut mid-battle to keep you focused.

“What are you looking at?” He asks in a calm tone, trying to figure out what could possibly be more important than not dying.

You once stopped mid-mission to pet a stray cat, and while he wanted to scold you, even he couldn’t resist how cute it was.

Ends up making a habit of tapping your shoulder to keep you in the moment.

Leone Abbacchio

Absolutely no patience. He’s glaring at you every time you zone out.

If you wander off during a fight, he is dragging you back, no hesitation. “Are you kidding me? Focus, dumbass.”

“I swear, if you get stabbed because you got distracted by the sky, I am not telling Giorno to revive you”

Secretly watches over you more than he lets on. Complains about it, but still does it.

Guido Mista

“BRO. BRO. BRO. YOU CAN LOOK AT THAT LATER.”

He thinks it’s hilarious until it almost gets you both killed. Then he’s yelling at you like a concerned big brother.

The Sex Pistols? Absolutely no help. They get just as distracted as you do. Now Mista has to keep seven people focused.

Eventually starts clapping his hands in your face like a kindergarten teacher when you get too spaced out.

Narancia Ghirga

Hypocrite. He also gets distracted, so the two of you are a danger to yourselves.

“Oh, sick, is that a dog?” “NO, NARANCIA, FOCUS-”

Bucciarati is holding his head in his hands because he now has two easily-distracted disasters to keep alive.

Fights often devolve into Trish, Mista, or Giorno having to keep you and Narancia focused like chaotic little siblings.

Trish Una

“Seriously?” She is so done.

If she sees you spacing out mid-fight, she will grab your wrist and physically pull you back into focus.

Low-key worried about you, though. She’s seen you almost get killed too many times because of your wandering attention.

The only one who tries to help you train to focus. She will make you practice awareness drills if necessary.

Spice girl will literally slap you if you zone out during one of these training sessions.

Fugo Pannacotta

Uncontrollable rage. Every time you space out, he feels his blood pressure rising.

“I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU DON’T PAY ATTENTION, I’M GOING TO LOSE IT-”

Almost gave himself an aneurysm when you stopped mid-fight to point out a cool-looking cloud.

He’d never actually use Purple Haze on you, but you make him consider it.

Johnny Joestar

He’s so confused. How do you function? How are you still alive?

“What are you even looking at?” You point at a weirdly shaped tree. He sighs in exhaustion.

Has had to pull you out of danger so many times it’s almost second nature now.

Gets frustrated but doesn’t yell at you. He mostly just gives you tired looks of disbelief.

Gyro Zeppeli

“Hah! That’s hilarious. Oh, wait, we’re gonna die.”

At first, he finds it funny, but when he realizes it’s a chronic issue, he starts actively trying to fix it.

Throws pebbles at you when you start zoning out. “Just checking if you’re still with us.”

Will absolutely bully you into staying focused, but in a big-brother kind of way.

Hot Pants

Zero tolerance. She does not mess around.

“I am not saving you if you wander off. Figure it out.” (She will still save you, but she’ll be pissed about it.)

Does not hesitate to shove you behind cover if you get too distracted. You’re lucky she’s fast.

Will literally block your vision with her hand if you start staring at something irrelevant.

Diego Brando

"Are you even trying to survive?"

Zero patience. Immediately mocking you when you get distracted. "Oh no, you’re busy looking at a bird. Guess you don't care about LIVING."

Almost left you to fend for yourself once just to teach you a lesson, but begrudgingly helped you at the last second.

If you get distracted too many times, he starts throwing small rocks at you just to be petty.

[mahowaga]

THE (NOT SO) SUBTLE ART OF BEING A NUISANCE | K.C. — B-SIDES (ONE)

SUMMARY: you're a sound tech. he's a dj. you hate him. he hates you. (allegedly.) but that's okay, because who needs love when you can be a complete and utter nuisance and make his life hell?

PAIRING: dj!choso x sound engineer!fem!reader CONTAINS: rivals (mild annoyances) to lovers, romance, fluff, crack, profanity TEASER: here WC: 0.7k WARNINGS: none

setlist

— A completely normal morning (that’s a lie, because you’re you)

In retrospect, Choso should’ve known better than to even think he’d get a peaceful morning with you.

It started with something simple - too simple. You were sitting at the kitchen counter, scrolling through your phone, sipping your coffee like you hadn’t been a complete menace the night before, stealing the blanket and nearly kicking him off the bed in your sleep. (He suspects that you would have succeeded if he hadn’t wrapped his arms around you to keep you still.)

He watches you from the stove, spatula in hand, flipping the pancakes like a normal person. A sane person.

“You’re staring,” you murmur, without looking up.

“I’m not.” Lie.

“You totally are.”

“I’m literally cooking.”

“You’re literally burning my pancake.”

Choso’s eyes widen as he looks back at the pan, hurriedly flipping the pancake over. It’s- okay, yeah, maybe it’s a little too crispy on one side. But it’s fine. Edible, even. Probably.

“...It’s just caramelized,” he mutters.

You snort. “Right. Charcoal is a flavor, I forgot.”

He throws a deadpan look over his shoulder. “Do you want breakfast or not?”

“I’d like a breakfast that doesn’t require a fire extinguisher, yes.”

Choso sighs dramatically and turns back to the stove, adjusting the heat, flipping the next pancake perfectly just to prove a point. He waits for your inevitable comment - because you always have one - but you’re suspiciously silent.

Too silent.

He glances back over his shoulder, and that’s when he sees it.

You, with your phone raised, camera angle locked on his back.

“Are you-”

Click.

“You are.”

Your face is already buried in your phone, typing something rapidly.

Choso abandons the stove, crossing over to you in two long strides. “Give me that.”

“Nope.”

“What are you even-” He grabs his own phone off the counter and- oh my God.

You posted it.

A picture of him, back turned, wearing his stupidest hoodie (the one you got him that says DJ Dumbass on the back because you thought it was hilarious.) Captioned: Chef Choso in his element.🔥

The comments are already rolling in.

Toji: Bet money that shit is burnt

Gojo: girl change that to dj daddy pls

Nanami: Let the man cook.

Choso groans, dropping his phone onto the counter and pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re the worst.”

You beam at him, sipping your coffee. “Ah-ah. You’re here, and you’re still in love with me. You’re such a hypocrite.”

“Regretting it as we speak.”

You gasp, hand over your heart. “How dare you.”

He rolls his eyes and turns back to the stove, only to be interrupted by the sound of another click.

He whirls around at the speed of light. “Would you quit it?”

You’re grinning so hard. If you weren’t being a complete menace right now, he’d say you looked cute. But no.

“I just think it’s funny,” you say innocently, “that you were so distracted by me that you burnt another one.”

Choso’s eye twitches as he returns his attention to the pan, only to find that, yes, another pancake had succumbed to the flames.

He blames you entirely, of course.

You, obviously, do not help the situation, because you just slide off your stool, walk over to him, and lean against the counter with a smirk.

“It’s okay, pretty boy,” you saw sweetly, patting his arm. “Some people just aren’t meant for the culinary arts.”

Choso looks at you. Looks at the spatula in his hand. Looks back at you.

And then he smears half-cooked pancake onto your cheek.

You shriek.

“CHOSO.”

“That’s what you get,” he says smugly, going back to the pancakes as if he didn’t just commit a crime against you.

You glare at him, grabbing a handful of flour from the bag on the counter.

“Oh, you wanna play?”

Choso barely has a second to process before the flour is all. Over. Him.

There’s a full five seconds of absolute silence as a cloud of white settles around him.

“Oh, you’re dead.”

“Shit-”

You sprint out of the kitchen, Choso right on your heels, covered in flour, armed with a spatula and vengeance.

(Neither of you get breakfast that morning. But it’s fine. You both deserved it.)

NOTE: just a little drabble of them navigating their relationship! (art by omagatokii on X)

[audr3yyyyy]

hiiiiii can i request a jake enemies to lovers fic? like reader is friends with tara and carrington but always “hated” jake for some reason, and he doesn’t like her either. i put “hated” in quotes bc they don’t actually hate each other, they just never got along and find each other annoying but you know… there’s always also been sexual tension. and it could start out really angsty but escalate into them having an argument that ends with them hooking up / realizing they’re attracted to each other. doesn’t have to be smut if u don’t want it to, idk you can really do whatever you want but ik ur rules said to be specific hehe :) IF YOU DO THIS ILL BE SO EXCITED WE NEED MORE JAKE CONTENT ON THIS APP I FEEL LIKE IM ONE OF THE MAIN JAKE WRITERS AND THERE NEEDS TO BE MOREEEE !!!!

- gray aka @sh4wty18 🦇

who's gonna get fucked first? (pt.1)

MDNI 18+ enemies to lovers, fem!reader, little angst, jake and reader being rude but they don't mean it, forced proximity, 'betting on a hookup' trope (super wattpad, ik leave me alone) secondary pov of carrington & jonhnnie is split up with the pink dividers !!!! *not proofread sry, it's late :3

maybe you were the biggest hypocrite alive. for months you've verbalized your severe disliking for jake ― a mutual "friend" of yours through carrington. heavy on the quotes.....you wouldn't exactly call him a friend. he made your blood boil sometimes and you weren't quiet about it. but to be fair, neither was he. you were certain he hated you just as much as you hated him. his little glares, scoffs, and insults were fucking constant. god, the amount of times you've threatened to run him over with his own tesla.....too may to count. he had this innate ability of knowing just how to get under your skin and it makes you to strangle him ― which you probably could, if only you could reach him. he was stupidly tall and you hated it. you hated his stupid long, muscular arms littered with dumb tattoos. his stupid black hair and how it looked all wet at the last pool party he threw. how easily he picked you up and tossed you into the water at said party, as if you weighed nothing. you were so mad when he did that, but he just laughed and pointed like a dumbass. what you hated the most, though, was how many little things you "hated" and how they seem to never leave your brain. you'd never tell anyone, but you've had dreams about him. they're never too long or detailed, but lewd nature of them is enough for you to wake up in a cold sweat, shaky and confused.

unfortunately, with sharing the same friend group and being around him constantly, you haven't really had time to figure this whole ordeal out. you'd planned to sweep it under the rug, continuing to hate him and the match the energy he gave you, but it seems as though carrington and johnnie have other plans for you two.

"i told you guys, i can go get the food. i don't mind." you practically beg them as carrington grabs his keys and johnnie slips his boots on.

carrington shakes his head, placing his hands on your shoulders and gently pushing you back to your seat on the couch next to jake. "no, no, no. nice try, you're not getting out of this." he cracks a satisfied grin at how closely you sit next to jake. "see! that wasn't hard, huh? you two don't always have to be trying to kill each other, you can get along and be happy! that's all we want!" carrington beams ecstatically, nudging johnnie to chime in.

johnnie jolts back from the force of carrington's nudge, "ow-but yeah he's right. and also i just want this whole bullshit to be over. it's honestly really annoying to have to break up your arguments all the time. and i don't like confrontation, it stresses me out."

"well, there wouldn't be any argument's if y/n wasn't always trying to pick a fight with me." jake quips, reaching forward for a redbull from the center table.

you immediately frown at his words, "i'm the one that picks fights? oh, that's fucking rich. you're the one always making me the butt of every joke and attacking every little thing that i do."

carrington steps in, interrupting jake before he can get a word out, "well, okay! we're gonna leave you guys to it. this is good a start, sort letting it all out ― i like it. we'll be back with the food and drinks in an hour or so, which means you have plenty of time to squash whatever this is, yeah?" he slowly steps back towards the front door, speaking calmly, as if the wrong tone will set you two off completely.

johnnie nods along, following carrington, "just please don't actually kill each other."

jake laughs a little at how genuinely scared johnnie is, "johnnie, we're not gonna kill each other, calm down. we're just gonna talk, like carrington said."

"yay, i can't wait." you deadpan, sarcastically.

"that's the spirit! i believe in you!" carrington cheers, swinging the door open and leaving alongside johnnie.

the minute the door shuts, the room falls dead silent. the air is thick and, for some reason, your heart starts to beat quicker. jake clears his throat and adjusts his position on the couch, facing you more now.

"if this is about throwing you into the pool, then-"

"yeah, that was a dick move..." you say flatly, avoiding his eyes and keeping them on what little space there was between you two. "i'm gonna have water in my ears till christmas...."

jake stifles a laugh, trying to keep his face neutral, "you were being a buzzkill, i had to lighten up the mood! the whole party you were hiding around and being weird. i thought maybe you just needed to loosen up." he shrugs, taking a swig of his drink.

"loosen up?" you squint your eyes at him, unhappy with his choice of wording.

"yeah, you heard him. sometimes....most of the time," he corrects himself, "you kind of have a stick up your ass."

your frown grows deeper and you scoff at him, "wow."

"what??? is that so wrong to say? it's fucking true! look, i don't know what or when, but i must of done something for you to always avoid me. and when you're not avoiding me, you're bitching about something. i don't get it!" jake's voice starts to rise, visibly becoming upset.

"okay, don't act like you haven't been shitty too. always picking on me and embarrassing me. you make me feel so fucking stupid all the time, jake, and it drives me crazy!" it was your turn to raise your voice, albeit a little uneven. your face started to feel hot and, suddenly, you were all too aware of the veins on his forearms as he scratched the back of his neck. wait....

"uh, maybe i should text jake to see how it's going." johnnie sighs in the passenger seat, digging for his phone from his pocket while carrington drives.

"dude, we're not even out of the neighborhood yet, no. give it time, i'm sure they're just fine." carrington says suggestively, trying to contain a smirk.

"why are you talking like that? you're scaring me." jonhnnie puts his phone back away.

"oh, c'mon. i thought it was super obvious." carrington's eyes flick between johnnie and the road, seeing if johnnie is understanding.

"what do you mean?"

carrington laughs at johnnie's oblivion, "jake and y/n want to fuck each other." he states bluntly.

"WHAT?" johnnie yells,"no they don't, they definitely don't. you've seen how they bicker, right? she threatened to run him over! remember that?"

"nah, it's textbook enemies to lovers, trust me. it's like the shit on tumblr with the sexual tension and stuff."

"jesus christ, do you even hear yourself right now? you sound insane. if they wanted to fuck each other so bad, then why are they so mean to each other?"

"because, dude, think about it. first of all, they both have huge egos and don't like to admit shit, even if it's true. second of all, they're, like, never alone just the two of them.....until now, of course."

johnnie puts his hands out in front of him for some kind of mental stability, "wait, wait, slow down....you planned this didn't you? is that why you ordered pizza from another fucking area code and didn't let y/n pick it up?"

"guilty." carrington admits, switching lanes.

"you scare me."

"hey! you said it yourself, the bullshit bickering is getting old. so, if this is what it takes to end it then, what's little time out of the house, huh?" carrington aggressively judges johnnie again.

"ow-okay, but what are the odds they actually hookup? like, if we're being realistic here. because, honestly, i don't think they're gonna."

carrington hums, checking the directions on his phone at the red light. he's quiet for a moment, clearly scheming, before the light turns green and finally speaks confidently,"wanna bet?"

sooooo smutty part 2 or what?

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lmk if u wanna be added !!!!

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

the lack of cater content is kinda funny and scary at the same time😭

thoughts abt him? heck do u even think abt this ginger??

I do like Cater and it is a shame he isn't more popular! I blame it on how he's written and underutilized. Seriously, sometimes he's just there or overused for sillies. He's a very complex character who never gets to shine, especially with that sorta depression.

And theres all sortsa lil tidbits there. Like he's Older than Vil (imagine him Jack and Vil playing together once as kids). He's one of the ones that's more openly implied to be Bi in JPN.

He wasn't in the book as much, but when he was there, he felt more real than the game and was memorable. Closer to the JPN version. Seriously, he says some silly shit. But there is a scene where Yuuya and the Dumbass Trio all have a sleepover and Cater, despite the jokes, says he wishes he could go. (How much of a joke is it? He want to feel like he means something. He wants a friend.)

He is a people pleaser to the extreme! Imagine that potential.

****

You and Cater are at the skatepark, sitting on a ledge as the sun goes down, catching your breaths. He smiling genuinely and laughing a bit before leaning back and relaxing, a more casual expression on him now. One thats Cater.

You're the only one who truly knows. Only one he can open up to. I mean he was nearing a breaking point, he needed someone to talk to and you were just so persistent.

Tomorrow, he will have to do it all over again, and he feels so exhausted. He takes a breath in and sigh, frowning just a bit.

"You don't have to keep acting for others, you know?"

Cater just gives a smile, and you already know what it means. It was a feeble attempt really, these things take time. He appreciates it, he really does, but he's not ready for that yet. All he knows is Cay-Cay and to change that is cray-cray! So can you please just hold his heart a little longer before you leave him too?

Of course you can Ramshackle Prefect! It's your job to help others! You can keep up the balancing act for another friend, especially one as close as him. You can hold everyone's heart but your own, being pulled each way and swaying so you don't tip over and break them.

You also put on an act. One that no one, not even Jamil, or Azul, or Leona has seen through. One that not even your closest friends, not even Grim, has seen through. It's practically who you are at this point and it's maddening, so of course you get it.

How hypocritical of them. They're sorry Cater.

***

Anyways yeah please give this card more meaningful screentime and Trey too. He isn't some little softie he is a secret menace.

[martinblackwoodhaterfan]

just listened to 146 rn and oh my GOD i cannot STAND how they’re treating jon

HE DIDN’T ASK FOR ANY OF THIS! HE DOES NOT ENJOY THIS! HE IS ACTIVELY SUFFERING!

bassira needs to shut up bc she doesn’t know what she’s talking abt AT ALL

like has it not been established that he feeds on statements? he doesn’t just do it for funsies he NEEDS THEM TO SURVIVE

i’m not even the biggest fan of jon but oh my god they act like he’s some sadistic schemer or some shit

like yes it causes harm to innocent people but the alternative is him starving to death!

and he only actively fed off ppl when he didn’t have easy access to statements! it’s not like he goes out on the town every night looking for his next victim

jon deserves a year long vacation and a nap oh my fucking god

So true I cannot BEAR to listen to any of the s4 episodes because Jon is getting borderline abused in practically all of them

Everyone's hypocrisy is pissing me the hell off, even if I can understand where they're coming from. Basira shames and berates Jon while excusing Daisy's behaviour in the same breath, despite both of them being the same! Melanie says it's Jon's fault that she's trapped in the Institute, despite the fact she came here on her own accord and Jon wasn't even present when she accepted the offer from Elias! Ughh it's so irritating!!

I get it, people are not perfect and everyone in this show makes mistakes. Hell, nearly everything was caused by Jon acting irrationally cause he was so paranoid. But in the end, the podcast paints those hypocritical characters as good and rational!! They never had to suffer the consequences of their actions like Jon had to!! They just got to live semi-happily, no burdens for them to carry except some minor inconveniences maybe!

Also from what I've gathered the fandom doesn't even allow people to criticise those characters. The survivors. You're not allowed to whisper a word of criticism in their direction. Jon always gets shamed (even playfully) for being rude in the early seasons. People looove to jokingly insult him "oh he's such an incompetent idiot!! Haha paranoid dumbass! He's so mean ughh so annoying >:(" but when hes being hit from all directions by the only people left in his life no one even bats an eye, because then they're such queens of boundaries of course! Cutting off the awful monster to preserve their own wellbeing! Rational and cruel at the same time.

I had to listen to Jon being treated like shit for an entire season just for s5 to offer him half-baked, retracted apologies that didn't actually mean anything. None of this conflict was ever resolved. He didn't become friends with all of them by the end. They didn't accept him as an avatar. Not even his boyfriend did.

Only Jon ever suffers because of his own actions, and on top of that he's treated like everyone's punching bag! No one bothered to even try sympathizing with him. He was so utterly alone.

[epiphanyepica]

Thoughts on Prince's Gambit, Chapter 6

Laurent is using the “you'll find out the hard way that I don't like sharing” line so much that I'm starting to wonder if it's becoming truer by the second.

Laurent being someone “no one could touch” but that because of his earring, “one man could” and that man being Damen seems like a perfect canon event. Like I feel like Damen is going to end up being the only person Laurent physically wants.

Laurent essentially calling Damen a hypocrite about his reaction to slavery, DAMN.

Volo??? Baldur's Gate 3 Volo, oh, how far you have fallen.

Is Volo the person that Laurent wanted to see in Nesson-Eloy?

Laurent losing all of his money to Volo, LMFAO.

Laurent brushed aside the drink as “spoils of someone else's victory” but I think he just wants to be sober and in complete control of himself. I can't even blame him for that.

Laurent proudly showing Damen his new trick, and then, the coin falling out of his sleeve and his casual “welp” was SO cute, oh my god.

Damen is downright attracted to Laurent and is just blaming his sudden interest on the earring. Yeah, okay.

Damen’s mind supplying him with all of the times he found Laurent most attractive and alluring instead of helping him focus on the bad stuff is so BAD. It be your own mind.

Laurent is such a tease. There is no way he doesn't know what he's doing to Damen right now. And he's still doing it, OMG.

Damen making sure Laurent is properly fed, oh my god 🥺 and Laurent being surprised enough that it shows–not to Damen’s oblivious ass, though.

Damen's like: “this is no different from the last two weeks of sleeping in the same tent," meanwhile, he fed Laurent and Laurent actually took the plate.

Damen's already starting to reminisce about this night from the future perspective of him away from King Laurent. Oh, he's FALLING hard.

THE PAST FEELS SO CLOSE BECAUSE YOU'RE FALLING IN LOVE WITH LAURENT.

OH MY GOD. Damen LIKED JOKASTE? SO, her saying “I just chose a brother” cut deep, huh?

Jokaste was–is–a dumbass, to be honest. Damen probably could have won the throne from Kastor if he had known what his brother was going to do. And he'll probably find a way to dethrone him now, so Jokaste literally ruined her best chance at being a queen.

Oh my god, Laurent just said, “I didn't know that was your type” and nearly described himself as well as Jokaste. LOL.

Laurent just openly mentioning Auguste. Oh, he's falling in love.

LAURENT CALLING DAMEN A STRONGER MAN THAN KASTOR AND DAMEN GETTING ALL SURPRISED AND FEELING A LITTLE BETTER. Oh, these two make me SICK. Sick with love, that is.

“You can’t know who's the weaker man because you don't know Kastor.”

“But I'm coming to know you.”

AHHHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭.

Also, do NOT think I missed Laurent calling Damen “my honorable barbarian” in such an abnormally sweet way for him.

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PS: I'm posting these faster now, LOL. I'm ahead enough with my own reactions that looking back is less fun than looking forward to the next chapters. So, I'll probably post these a few more times a day until I catch up to Chapter 10 (which is the latest one I've finished).