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reveluving · 5 months

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OMG!Graves and shy wife are the definition of Gomez and Morticia Addams!!!PLEASE AND THANK YOU ❤❤❤

THIS THIS THIS!!! Swooning because one; Gomez & Moticia and two; Graves and his eternal love for you 💗 >>>

Includes: mentions of s~mut (minors DNI!) & tooth-rotting fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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Even though I, myself mentioned the Gomez-style arm kisses bit, I actually see it now.

You; a soft-spoken respectful, possibly even an iconic sweetheart who looks at no one but her husband with sparkles in her eyes?

Graves; a proud, brazen and successful rich man who adores his wife like no other?

Maybe even Kai as Thing?

I see the vision.

Always making a habit out of kissing your hands, one or both, just the back of it or up your arms like his life depends on it. Or twirling you around before trapping you against his chest or any surface with a cocky smile, feeling your body up shameless as he not whispers, but downright speaks the naughty things he wishes to do with you like he’s reading off a poem book.

Feeling your body heat up against his the more he speaks.

Always having a gift ready for you, whether in a box or a simple bow. Doesn’t matter if there’s an occasion, nor does he only spoil you when he leaves or returns from his work. Deliveries aren’t uncommon, though he prefers actually giving you the surprise himself. To see the corners of your lips twitch as your eyes twinkle at his thoughtfulness. He’s gifted you plenty of things, spoiled you on numerous occasions, but he’ll never grow tired of your reactions.

He supports your work or interests like no other, because who doesn’t love seeing their beloved happily living their life?

If you think he doesn’t talk (read: brag) about you to his friends or better, the people he knows who are jealous of him to have you as his dearest wife, then you couldn’t be any more wrong!

One can only imagine how many times he’s woken up before you, complimenting your features, your loyalty, your nature, and just you being his in general.

Like bro.

He’s undoubtedly blinded by your beauty, indeed!

And your touches.

Ah, your touches.

Your gentle touches contrast with his—not exactly rough (unless you ask for it), but more so experienced, confident, unafraid. A constant reminder of his unabashed character, the lack of suppression or patience he has when it comes to showering you with his love. Something he didn’t know he had in him, nor did he ever have the chance to give it.

Your touches either make him melt like a hot knife through butter or really, just get a rise out of him, even from anything as little as your fingers caressing his stubble, trailing your nails along his chest in the morning or even a little boop on the nose.

Now, you don’t need to hear it from me that Mr Graves is also… experimental.

Positions that’ll have you scream out his name like a prayer, or sex toys to elevate your already extreme level of pleasure. He’s always ready to offer it all, to be at your service, whether to have you squirm and writhe under him on the finest sheets, or tell you how much an angel you are, how the world has gifted him the greatest treasure of all.

And God knows how different his life may be, how he may be without you by his side.

In the words of Mr Addams himself; “To live without you, only that would be torture.”

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cheolaholic · 8 months

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ring of love; csc (03)

summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.

modern! au • boxer! au • hhu focused • multiple kinds of tropes • fluff, angst, smut

a/n; new chapter !! also added navigation and some lists to my profile where you can find right here <3 you can find my masterlist, idea/wip dump, a link to my ask box where you can send in thots, requests and even comments; alongside my ao3 ^^

hope you all enjoy this chapter and lmk if you can guess which korean web series one of the scenes are from 👀

hint: it involves a certain kpop group

it was the beginning of fall when your family moved to daegu.

though it wasn’t a big or dramatic move, since you’re moving from the big city to a smaller town in the same province, it was still big to you because it was your first moving experience.

you vividly remember watching the colored leaves fall from the branches and onto the pavement, being stepped on by pedestrians and you imagined they made those ‘crunch’ noises as depicted by the many cartoons you’ve watched.

you were only 5 years old.

“___, are you excited to see our new home?” your mother asked from the passenger seat, turning to see you kneeling on the backseat, admiring the outside view. you turned to her with a big smile, letting out an excited ‘mm!’.

smiling at your enthusiasm, your mother turned to your father who was driving; reaching out her hand and placing it over your father’s resting on the armrest of the car. “do you think she’ll like the place?”

intertwining his fingers with hers, your father gave your mother’s hand an assuring squeeze, “i’m sure she will,” he spoke, “if she doesn’t, we’ll just have to hope it grows on her.”

your mother laughs at your father’s statement; at the same time hoping that it wouldn’t come to that.

the car stops in front of a white double-story terrace house. the second floor had been extended into a balcony and you notice the few familiar plants from your previous house put on display. half of the wall on the outside of the second story was an exposed brick wall, which adds a little bit of red-orange aesthetic to the full white design of the house. the ground level had a black gate, with two front doors in the same colour with floor-to-ceiling tinted windows.

getting out of the car, you ran up to the gates, attempting to climb them before your mother rushed over and picked you up. “sweetie, that’s dangerous!” she pointed out, a frown on her face.

your father was at the boot of the car, stacking two of the many boxes together before making his way to the gates. “honey, the keys are in my back pocket, could you get it?” reaching out a hand into your father’s pocket and fishing out the keys. unlocking the gates and the front door, your mother placed you down on the ground to help your father with the boxes while you decide to explore the interior of the house.

running up the stairs to the second story of the house, there were three gray colored doors. being a curious child, of course you went through all three of them. you opened the first door that revealed the master bedroom, which of course is going to be occupied by your parents. the second door lead to a bathroom; and when you reached the third door - a pink sign was hung on the door with your name written on it.

pushing the door open, the first thing you noticed was a pink bed tucked nicely in one corner of the room. across it was a white study table with a few trinkets decorating the surface, followed by a wooden closet right next to it. at the foot of your bed stood a similar level bookshelf, filled with all your favorite books and coloring books; alongside some of your plush toys.

“do you like it, babygirl?” came your father’s voice from behind you. whirling around and flashing him a big smile, you excitedly nod your head as he crouched down to your level, giving your hair a ruffle.

“i’m glad you do.”

he then proceeded to pick you up and placed you over his shoulder, legs hanging over his shoulders. “daddy!” you squealed, giggling as he gave you a piggyback ride.

“honey! ___!” your mother called out, “come meet our neighbours!”

you stared down at the young boy from your father’s shoulder while he stared back up at you.

as your father sets you down from his shoulder, the roles switched; you’re now staring up at the boy while he stares down at you.

seeing how the staring contest would not end anytime soon, your mother placed her hands on your shoulders, introducing you to the young boy and the woman standing next to him who you deduced to be his mother.

“my, what an intense staring contest,” she chuckled. “we’re the lees’! that’s my husband, and this is ___, my daughter.”

“intense, indeed,” the woman chuckled. “we’re the chois’. it’s nice to meet you, ___. this boy here is seungcheol, my son. my husband’s out back dealing with the garden.”

she then looked down at seungcheol, lightly patting his shoulders, “cheol, did you bring what i asked you to?”

snapping out of the staring contest he was having with you, seungcheol handed you a paper bag which you accepted after getting a nod of confirmation from your mother. looking inside the bag, you see a container of brownies, a small ‘wah…’ leaving your lips.

“mom and i baked them last night! we hope you’ll like them!” seungcheol said with a big grin on his face.

placing a hand on your head, your mother smiles, “our little ___ will definitely like them. she has an incredible sweet tooth.”

“no, i do not!”

“___, sweetie,” your father spoke up, “you ate half a tub of ice cream in half an hour.”

“daddyy!!”

you were 7 when your little crush on seungcheol began.

you were in the playground, swinging on the swingset with your bear plush in your lap when a group of boys approached you. “that’s our swing,” one of the boys spoke, arms crossed as they stared down at you.

you stopped swinging and looked at the group, “you can’t claim a swing. it’s a playground for everyone.” visibly upset by your response, the boys stepped closer so that they would tower over you. “well, this is our swing now. get off.”

“no.”

you could see the face of the boys turn red - from anger and embarrassment that you were refusing to follow their instructions. as they continued to stare down at you, one of them noticed your bear plush, snatching it out from your lap.

“hey!” you shouted, getting off the swing to try and get your plush back, “give him back!”

“nuh-uh,” the boy retorted, raising it up above his head so you can’t reach it, “that’s what you get for sitting on our swing!”

you then shove at the boy, crying out, “i said give him back!”

“back off, girlie!” another boy said, shoving you back with a harder force, causing you to fall back onto the ground of the playground.

as the boys walked away with your bear plush, leaving you to cry on the ground. they tossed it around, occasionally dropping it on the floor and purposefully stepping on the poor plush, later on acting as if they didn’t mean to do so. witnessing the boys’ treatment towards your plush, you pulled your knees to your chest, hugging it as your cries grew louder.

“___?” a worried seungcheol called out.

crouching down in front of you, seungcheol places a hand on your head, gently petting it in an attempt to comfort you. “___, what happened? why are you crying? are you hurt anywhere?” you attempted to answer him. but, due to your crying, you had a hard time forming words, only letting out harsh pants and whimpers.

“easy there, ___,” seungcheol said softly, “take a deep breath, okay?”

when your crying calmed down, the older boy heard the laughters of the group of boys. turning his head towards their direction, he saw them taking turns throwing a plush bear at each other. seungcheol recognised the plush bear - it was the very same plush he had gifted you on your 7th birthday.

he then turned back to you, noticing that you were looking at the group with a frown on your face. pressing his thumb against your forehead, he gave you a gentle smile, “don’t frown like that, you’ll get wrinkles.”

turning back to the group, he let out a sigh, “they took your bear?”

you sniffled as you nod your head, wiping the snot from your nose with the sleeves of your hoodie. “do you want me to get it back for you?”

“p-please…”

nodding his head, seungcheol got back up on his feet, ruffling your hair before making his way towards the group of boys.

“hey, you rascals over there!” he called out.

you don’t know why, but you felt your heart race, a small blush forming on your face.

after seungcheol had gotten your bear plush back from the group of boys (mainly by scaring them off because imagine an older, taller boy approaching you with a scary look after talking to the girl whose bear you had snatched), he walked you back to your house.

as his parents were out working, it wasn’t unusual for seungcheol to spend some time at your place with your parents as he waited for his to return home. sitting beside you on the porch of the backyard of your back garden, seungcheol was eating a piece of brownie your mom had baked while you enjoyed a cone of vanilla ice cream.

“you need to learn to stand up for yourself, ___,” seungcheol spoke, placing the now empty plate next to him and looked at you. “but, i have you to protect me!” you responded with a smile on your face, earning a small laugh from the boy. “i know, ___. but, i can’t always be there for you.”

“d-does this mean you’re leaving me…?” you asked, tears welling up in your eyes. “oh, ___,” seungcheol said softly as he places a hand on your head, “that’s not what i mean. i meant it as in, there will be times where i can’t always be with you. you remind me of a puppy,” he chuckled. “maybe that can be a nickname for you, hmm?”

when your eyes light up and nod excitedly at the older boy, he lets out another laugh and ruffles your hair.

“alright then, pup.”

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chvoswxtch · 7 months

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Court,

how do you think Matt, Frank, and Billy would react if their partner wanted to… uhm. Make a spicy home movie… 🌶️

(it’s gotta be cannon that Billy would eat that shit up, right?!)

headcannons for each? If you’re interested.

I HAVE THOTS

let's talk about it :)

spicy headcannons below the cut (minors dni)

billy russo

let's start with this fucker bc yes he would absolutely eat that shit up

he's getting production level equipment, setting up mics, perfecting the lighting, picking out a sexy expensive little outfit for you to wear, probably even calling in a professional team for hair and makeup, and picking out the most lavish location he can think of

this is an ALL night event. he's fucking you on every surface, in every room, in every position, and he's getting every single second on film. I think he'd pick a location that has a lot of floor to ceiling mirrors so that he can watch himself as he fucks you, bc we know he's a conceited fucker (he'd probably be watching you and himself in the reflection while you're on your knees with his cock in your mouth), and he's definitely getting close up shots of your face when he makes you come (or comes on your face)

there is definitely going to be a sensual soundtrack

this is not a home movie to billy, this is a feature film, and one he would bring with him everywhere while he's away from you

he's such a shithead he would probably have a "premiere" and rent out a theatre just for the two of you so he could watch himself fuck you on the big screen (and then fuck you right there in the theater)

he'd definitely want to make more than one I can promise you that

matt murdock

I think matt would be a bit surprised by your request, but I don't think he'd deny participating

I think he'd honestly be aroused that you want something handcrafted by the two of you to use when you're feeling lonely and missing him while he's out living his busy double life

obviously the visual is more for you, but the audio is for matt

in order to make it special for both of you, the two of you come up with a plan. maybe you rent a little isolated cabin outside the city so there's no background noise, and get a couple of little mics to set up so that you can capture every sound

the breathy pants from sensual kissing, the soft whimper when you tease the head of matt's cock with your tongue, the obscene slurping from him devouring your pussy, the echo of your ass smacking against his thighs while he fucks you from behind

you get the stunning visuals of matt in all his glory, but he gets the audio file of your combined gratification

everybody wins ;)

frank castle

frank is without a doubt the hardest to talk into this. i've said it once and i'll say it until I die, he's a hopeless romantic and old fashioned when it comes to dating and sex

don't get me wrong, he can be freaky, and i'm sure teenage frankie was no stranger to porn, but watching it vs being in it is a totally different thing

when you ask him to make a spicy home movie, his eyes go wide and his cheeks flush red. he isn't sure he heard you right, but once he realizes you were serious, he gets a little shy

frank can rip people apart with his barehands and not bat an eye but being naked on camera makes him blush

I think he would feel self conscious. you'd definitely have to warm him up, try to distract him from constantly looking over at the camera, push him up against the headboard and climb on his lap while you give him something else to focus on

by the time you finally sink down onto his needy cock, he's forgotten all about the camera

I don't think he would fully appreciate the little home movie until the first time he has to be away from you for more than a couple of days, and he's really missing you in some motel far away, and his curiosity gets the better of him. I think he'd feel guilty at first for fisting his cock while watching you ride his face, feeling like he's disrespecting you somehow or being a perv, but then he'd remember that you wanted this and what he's doing right now is exactly what it was intended for

and knowing that you're at home alone in bed watching the same video and touching yourself too would drive him absolutely insane and make him feel like he can't come home to you fast enough

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simpjaes · 5 months

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frenzy is now at 36k words and I am officially estimating the final wordcount to be 50k or more solely so the smut scenes are nice, long, and detailed.

this was not intentional as this fic was supposed to be like...20k max.

i'm not apologizing for it though because I am putting my entire heart, soul, and pussy into writing it. plus, writing a fic where one person is a stalker? jake deserves the slow burn and the juicy smut scenes that follows.

If you're a person that doesn't want to read longer fics, go ahead and stick to my surface level drabbles and hard thots.

if you're hot and amazing, i look forward to hearing feedback from you :o

#.updates #man this is one hell of a fic #jake is truly insane #simptxt

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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👀 flyboy I’m just saying. After you and Jake have sex for the first time, I’m convinced he couldn’t go a solid hour without being inside of you

But the first time you do anything at the hard deck and he gets head from you? When you tug him outside and practically pin him to the wall and you’re all needy to be on your knees for him? I’m telling you this man is next level pleased and cradling your face as you drop on your knees for him- practically begging. “Already so needy to have my cock in that pretty mouth of yours darlin?” He was grinning, drawling. Even if y’all were trying to hide it from everyone, the thought of seeing you on your knees with your mouth around his cock in the pretty sundress of yours?

And of course who is he to say no? His eyes would be so fucked out when you go back in, but everyone would just be like?? Drunk?? Maybe drunk?? And he’d lean down to chuckle in your ear “I think I need to make you beg more often darlin. Let them hear you begging” and as he wraps an arm around your waist, he just keeps talking “let everyone hear you calling my name and begging for daddy while I fill every inch of you up with my cock”

And no one knows why just yet you have turned 50 shades of red or why exactly your eyes are so dilated and you can’t seem to sit still. Phoenix is glaring daggers the moment she notices, “what did you do to her bagman?”

“Why don’t you ask her what she did to me?” He smirks and takes a sip of his beer, amusement bright in those green eyes.

Context: Flyboy (readable without)

nsfw - minors DNI; this got longer and dirtier than I intended

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh dlsnsjkskdjakajsdnk 👀 FLYBOY THOTS. THANK YOU. Yup yup yup - the next day when Jake goes off to work after you guys have had sex, all he can think about is you - mainly because you both have finally taken it to the next level (which let’s face it, is what he has been longing for his whole life) and all he wants is to be closer to you, touching you, buried deep in you. So it kills him when he has to get home, and sit through dinner with the rest that night - especially when you had spent your day at the beach lying in the sand, are wearing the smallest sundress he thinks he has ever seen. He can see the straps of your bikini tied around the top of your neck, peeking out, and there is nothing more he wants than to undo it with his teeth.

Once the rest are out of the house, and Jake shuts and locks the front door on them, he is gathering you in his arms, pressing lips to your lips, face, neck, while saying “wanted to do this the moment I stepped through the door. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

If you laugh and tease him, asking “all day?” He’ll pull away long enough to tell you “baby, I’ve thought about you every single day for years,” and push his hands up your dress, squeezing your hips, his hands undoing the strings on either side of your bikini bottoms, tugging them off and tossing them onto the nearest surface.

His admission manages to be both the sweetest, but also the most lustful thing on earth from the way he is staring at you. Jake’s fingers start to go to your cunt, but you stop him, pulling his hands away, trailing fingers down to his belt, undoing it and the khakis he is wearing before dropping to your knees telling him, “I bet you thought about this,” with a smirk. The moment your lips touch his cock, the moment, the second your tongue swirls around the tip, he is. done. for. He has his hands carding through your hair, holding it back, his eyes half hooded, mouth slightly agape as he watches you suck him off. If you tell him to cum in your mouth and swallow - well, it drives him mad. The sight of you on your knees, bikini string untied, sundress strap slipping down on your shoulder, breasts spilling out, your dress hiked up around your waist, the curve of your ass visible from where he is standing, the flesh of your thighs fanned out from being pressed in a kneel; the moment your eyes meet his while your lips are around his cock, a dribble of saliva mixed with pre-cum running down the side of your mouth and coating your bottom lip in a shine - Jake decides it is one of his favourite sights in the world.

And and and - the first time you give him a blowjob at The Hard Deck - because well, lucky for him, while you on your knees, his cock in your mouth is one of his favourite sights, you actually happen to enjoy sucking him off - you are all needy for him, because you are slightly tipsy from the shots Phoenix had made you and Bob throw back with her and Fanboy earlier, Jake also had been (unknown to everyone else) running his hand along and up your thigh the whole night, muttering the dirtiest things in your ear every chance he gets, aaaand because it is a weekend - does he look good in those jeans and a simple black tee. So it reaches a point where you are begging for him to let you take him in your mouth. So he lets you tug him outside on the pretext of getting some fresh air and thank god he parked at the far end of the carpark today - so there you both are, sandwiched between a wall and the side of his truck, and let me tell you his words are saying one thing, smooth, cocky, confident, Jake, but the hardness in his pants is telling you another.

Your eyes are locked on his, and it makes him absolutely feral, because you, drunk, needy, coupled with the wet, slick sounds of your mouth hungrily gliding up and down along his length like he is the best thing ever, and the moment you take all of him, choking slightly - he basically blows his load faster than he has ever.

And when you go back in - yes bestie, y e s - he’ll be holding your waist from behind, guiding you back in, fingers around your waist, whispering how he is going to fill you up with every inch of his cock the next time you beg for him at The Hard Deck - your mouth, cunt, pump you until you are wet and dripping against him with your own juices and his cum. He looks almost deranged, his eyes wild, riding off the earlier wave of his orgasm and the sight of you taking him between your lips in public still burning in his brain - because god knows how many times Jake has though about this all the time you had gone out drinking together, whether in college or after and it has finally fucking happened; his own personal fantasies with you and about you coming true. Everyone at the table sees you coming back and are wondering is Jake drunk? Has the alcohol hit him because of the look in his eyes. But by the time you are finally back at your table with the rest - the tables have turned and everyone is wondering just what is wrong with you.

“What did you do to her bagman?”

“Why don’t you ask her what she did to me?” He says, smirking and sipping his beer, amused, and everyones head swivels to you, which makes you tip back your own drink. It will only male Jake chuckle again and Pheonix stands up declaring you need more shots and drags you off towards the bar. Of course Jake lets you go - because the way you are now? You? Getting more tipsy and needy? He can take care of that once you both get home >:))

Bahahahahha thank you for this t h o t anon <3

#tw: alcohol #tw alcohol #flyboy #flyboy thoughts #flyboy universe #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #jake sereskn x y/n #hangman seresim x reader #hangman seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #top gun imagine #not cm

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foli-vora · 1 year

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Massive congrats Foli! Thanks for bringing joy and thots to us, we appreciate you! 💗

I’m being greedy and I know it: 110 “is that a drawing of me?” with Marcus Pike à la You’re Somebody Else? Angsty or heartbreaking smut? Or both?

my sweet, sweet angel! thank you so much for your request and your kind words. i appreciate your presence here! i'm always down for hopping into this universe - i hope you enjoy! x

rough lines [marcus POV ’you're somebody else’]

marcus pike (alex) x f!reader

word count: 1.8k+ warnings: angst. A N G S T. lies and deception, undercover work, soft moments, these two were so in love it fucking hurts me, soft sad smut/love making - not overly explicit but still very much 18+ ONLY.

It shouldn’t be happening like this, but it is.

He feels it everywhere. He feels it thrum through his system, mixing with the blood that runs through his veins. He feels it in the pit of his stomach, twisting and curling and threatening to tear its way up his throat and choke him. He feels it crawl over his skin, stretching over his being with rivers of trembles and sparks of something wonderful.

Love.

God, he’s such an idiot.

What the hell is he doing?

This is a job—a case—and here he is, falling in love.

Falling? No. It’s too late. He’s already fallen. He’s done for. He’s sold his soul and now has to live with the pain of knowing it has an end date. This wouldn’t, couldn’t, be forever, and it’s starting to slowly break him. He swears he could hear the tic of a clock.

Time patiently chips at his heart, the inevitable end lingers in the shadows of every tender moment.

There would be no ring. No house. No altar. No future.

He fights it. Of course he does.

Despite his heart singing it’s relief, it’s joy, of finally finding another, he shuts it away. He ignores the thrill that shoots through his system. He ignores the way his heart starts to thud in his ears. He ignores the fire left in the wake of your touch.

You give him the affectionate name of Snoopy. You merely think he just likes rifling through your things, flicking page after page of your journals and sketchbooks out of curiosity and the want to know you on a deeper, more personal level… if only you knew.

While, yes, that was true—he loved studying the curl of your handwriting and the notes you’d leave next to your drawings and memories and soaking in your voice as it recalled moments in the past—he was looking for things to lead him and his team in the right direction with the case.

He wasn’t doing it for the right reasons.

You believed he was just asking about your friends after coming across photographs of you smiling prettily at the camera, when in reality he was memorising names to give to his fellow agents for a background check and to grow their lengthy suspect list.

Every bit of your life was under scrutiny, under careful observation, and you had no idea. None whatsoever.

He wasn’t expecting the guilt that would come with this investigation and the way it would grow, the way it would fester into this hideous beast of a thing that threatened to make him sick the second he looked at you.

It’s there now, bubbling on the back of his tongue—anxiety, nausea, mixing with the ever present words of apology and declarations of love. Words you’d never dream of hearing, yet words you’ll hear through ringing ears as your love for him morphes into red hot loathing. Hatred.

He won’t ever be ready, prepared, for that day.

The soft pat and stroke of your brush is calming in your apartment, lit only by your favourite candles lining every available surface. You weren’t into strong bright lighting, choosing to instead turn to soft, warm hued lamps and lighting wicks birthing a constantly calm, welcoming atmosphere.

He knows your favourite scents.

He knows your favourite lamp.

He knows you prefer to lounge on the large, shaggy rug rather than any of your comfortable chairs.

He knows the way your tongue would peak from between your lips when focusing.

He knows you.

The nausea grows.

He can no longer focus on the journal in his hands and flicks it shut, smoothing his fingers over the front cover with an air of apology for stealing from its depths. He slides it back into your monstrosity of a bookcase, the vintage dark wood stretching along your wall, ignoring the way your collection of trinkets and souvenirs placed over the shelves seem to jeer him.

“Are you okay?”

Your voice pulls him from studying the shelves, and he forces a smile in return, turning his head to find you sat comfortably on your rug with a small easel propped out in front of you. He can see the swirls of colour sprawling out across the canvas—an original, he notices with relief— and admires it as he wanders closer, sinking down behind you and warming at the way you comfortably recline into him.

“Yeah baby, just had a bad day,” he murmurs, kissing the bare skin of your shoulder where your cardigan had fallen from.

He rests his lips there, sighing quietly and closing his eyes, almost in pain, when your hand raises to cradle the back of his head, your fingers weaving and combing through the grown out hair there. Your nails scratch lightly against his scalp and, just for a moment, he pretends he’s himself.

Marcus.

He’s Marcus, not Alex.

It’s bliss.

There’s no hiding, no secrets kept close to his chest or lies to burn his mouth. You know him, you know everything, and you’re still here, still open to him, loving him… but the moment can never linger. He returns to the present, to the truth of your situation, and languidly opens his eyes at your concerned tone. His fantasy melts away with the next exhale that blows along your skin.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask quietly, tilting your head so you could gaze up at him from where you rest against his chest.

“It’s work,” he replies truthfully, letting his head hang until his forehead presses into yours, “it’s just getting harder and harder, that’s all.”

It wasn’t meant to be this hard.

The feelings he holds for you had just developed so quickly, and admittedly, he had lost himself in the budding romance. The intel on you had left out how sweet you are. How caring and kind and compassionate and smart… he should’ve stepped back the second he felt that spark of true attraction.

Maybe it was selfishness, maybe it was the loneliness inside him crying for the company of another… either way, he was fucked.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you murmur softly, your fingers tracing his cheek, “is there anything I can do?”

Self loathing rolls around the pit of his stomach at your tone, at your touch. His exhale blows softly across your lips, his head giving a small shake of denial.

“It’s just the way it has to be,” he admits in a whisper, trying to push his unspoken apology into his tone.

He hates it. He hates it so fucking much.

“I get it,” you reply with a distinct note of sadness, your eyes fluttering to a gentle close.

God, he wishes you’d say more.

Maybe he could help you, maybe he could get you out before it all goes too far. Maybe there was still time…

You’ve been incredibly tight-lipped about your place in this whole illegal art ring, but with the more time he spends with you, taking in the cryptic marks you’d make here and there, he’s almost certain you weren’t into this life of crime as others may suspect.

It’s not like he could just come straight out and ask you, so he was simply left with his theories until you trusted him enough to open up.

“No more talk of work,” you decide after a moment of silence, turning in his hold and looping your arms around his neck with a sweet smile.

He finds himself returning it immediately, unable to resist.

“Okay,” he grins, eyes closing at the delicate press of your lips.

Everything feels so easy with you, so natural. The way your lips mould with his, the way you both seem to fall into such an effortless rhythm. He burns under your hands, his heart launching into his throat as your nimble fingers drag his T-shirt up and off his body before exploring the planes of his bare torso.

He’ll never get sick of the sounds that fall from your throat. Your whines, each and every soft exhale, the muffled moans that he swallows down eagerly when his own hands explore your body.

He memorises it all.

The feel of your skin, the curves and dips and soft spots that tear the prettiest of sounds from your lips; the way your back arches when he hovers over you, his mouth crafting its own path over your skin; the way you open up for him, weep for him, muscles clenching and tightening and fluttering around him as you meet your end.

The guilt lingers.

It hangs there in the back of his mind as he moves, his skin like fire against yours as he fills you. He hides in your throat, squeezes his eyes shut when you start to whisper the name that doesn’t belong to him. If he focuses hard enough, he can almost imagine your sweet coo of Marcus ringing in his ears.

The shadow of it takes hold when he sits on the edge of your bed after spending the evening losing himself in you, chasing your end and kissing away your bliss filled tears. He tugs at his jeans, pulling them up his legs and relishing in the warm fingertips that trace up and down his spine, bringing a pleasant wash of electricity across his skin.

“Can I have my water, please?” You murmur tiredly from where you rest in the sheets, your face half hidden in the pillow you snuggle into.

He gives you an amused smile over his shoulder before stretching for the water jug beside your bed, pausing when the page of your open sketchbook resting on the edge of the night stand catches his eye, displaying a familiar face crafted from hasty, rough lines of graphite. His stomach tightens.

“Is that a drawing of me?”

You hum softly, accepting the offered jug and leaning up on an elbow, unbothered by your nudity as the sheet slips and pools around your stomach. You gulp at the water greedily, smiling when he catches the drop that escapes your lips and slides down your chin with the rough pad of his thumb.

“It is,” you admit quietly, “that’s not weird, is it?”

He chuckles, reaching for the sketch pad and shaking his head.

“No, it’s not. Why did you draw me, though? I’m hardly the Statue of David,” he says with a heavy tone of amusement, his grin hiding the faint wash of pink that crawls along his cheeks.

You sit up more, shifting closer to him and brushing the strands of hair falling over his forehead with such a soft tenderness it threatens to knock him down.

“Because you inspire me.”

His heart aches at your answer, the pain spreading throughout his chest and seeping into his bloodstream. It takes every bit of strength within him to not let the anguish twist his features as you soften into his side with a peace filled exhale, a single thought circling around and around his mind with a fierce, unrelenting force—

I’m so sorry.

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yse/rty tags: @kirsteng42, @insomniamamma, @albertasunrise, @oursubjectisntcool, @birdie-girl, @lepagera-blog, @maryfanson, @toomanystoriessolittletime, @cecilyjmorgenstern, @donnaa, @spishsstuff, @hungrhay, @tanyaherondale, @dreamcatcher121, @elegantmusicdragon, @aninnai

#foli's 3k #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike #pedro pascal x reader

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inposterumcumgaudio · 3 months

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Uncle Jack & Foggy Jack

So if you're asking about both of them, I'm assuming that's because you're into the idea that they are one and the same.

I don't dislike the concept, but I like it much more for that the game seems to push that notion while simultaneously giving you nothing to substantiate it and, at times, even giving you details that seem to contradict it than the idea for its own sake. Good shit!

It's another one of those things you'll never have a canon answer for!

And frankly, I've never really found the question of whether Uncle Jack is Foggy Jack that interesting. It's a little contrived, a little obvious, a very basic bitch story. The most famous man in town has a mental breakdown and becomes a serial killer? And he somehow does this despite being instantly recognizable by everyone? And also he's doing this while he's still filming his show every day and looking all normal and shit?

Too, the whole Foggy Jack thing intrudes on the natural predisposition of fledging fanartists to make serial killer OC's.

Foggy Jack also exists as an urban legend in the town in a way I think predates even the toxic fog (and I was given a separate ask about this as well so I'll save my thots about that for then!)

But suffice to say, because I do not find the whole Uncle vs Foggy Jack thing compelling and I'd never really devoted much thought to it, I struggled to think of something interesting to say about it. The only chapter I ever wrote about the subject was actually about why Ollie's surface-level investigation of the crime scene in "A Pomaceous Puzzle" did not arrive at the correct conclusion. It simply doesn't fit the MO.

However... in reviewing what we know concretely about Foggy Jack from the main game, I actually did arrive at a fascinating new theory.

Because we think of this as a duality, do we not? Uncle Jack is one side of the coin, Foggy Jack the other. That's why you asked about both.

Let us go over what we know for sure about Foggy Jack, that was reported in the game, to separate out the unreliable information given in "Lightbearer". There are only two sources of "solid" information about Foggy Jack in the main game:

In "The "O" COURANT - Article 3", we learn that five Wellie women - Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine Eddowes, Mary Jane Kelly, and Mary Anne Nichols - have been found hacked to pieces in the streets. All of these women are named for real-life victims of Jack the Ripper.

Stated in the above and reiterated in "Interrogation Report", these murders seem to take place on particularly foggy nights. "Interrogation Report" also states that the witness, Daniel Dunglass, reported that the apparent murderer's face looked "oddly familiar" to him.

One further piece of information that we learn in Ollie's act is that Foggy Jack apparently kept a hideout in the Gardner House, at least until plague wastrels overtook it. We know this from the suitcase which contains a cleaver and the "Mystery Note" with the only the phrase "I'm afraid you've come to the end of your time" on it.

And here we learn that Foggy Jack has some interest in Margaret. And that makes sense if he's actually Uncle Jack.

But... what it's it's not a duality.

What if it's a triptych?

What if it's not Uncle Jack, but someone who would have us come to that conclusion? Someone who would want us to think Uncle Jack is avenging his murdered daughter, but is in fact trying to frame him for it?

Why, who would have motive to do that?

Who indeed.

But DJ, you say, that's crazy. You play through Ollie's entire act and not once do they ever imply that he could be Foggy Jack.

Yeah, well, there's a lot of stuff they don't imply through his act, ain't there?

And just like with Uncle Jack, the details don't say anything conclusive but consider.

Ollie is said multiple times over his act to have periods of lapsed memory, both due to the Oblivion he took and excessive drinking. Margaret mentions specifically in both "The Camp of Thine Enemies" and "Cache as Cache Can" that Ollie has trouble remembering things due to his drinking. And it's an interesting coincidence that Ollie also "vaguely remembers" leaving himself a cache of supplies in that quest and its the same sort of vague notion that leads him into Gardner House where he finds Foggy Jack's suitcase.

He's also in deep denial about the limits of his morality and how far he'll go to see traitors get theirs. Still, killing innocent women just to make Uncle Jack look bad? Surely not! Maybe Ollie ratted out a little girl and got her chased down and murdered, but he's not a serial killer!

Then again, if there's one thing Ollie hates, it's a collaborator. Deutschland Über Alles special and all. And you know who about the first people to start collaboratin' with an occupying force are?

Prostitutes.

All of Foggy Jack's not-hallucination victims are named for the "Canonical Five" of Jack the Ripper's victims, all known prostitutes. Which, sure, maybe that's just the reference, but we actually meet Elizabeth Stride before her apparent death. As Ollie. At the Jack O Bean Club, where she works as a cook serving a bunch of collaborationist traitor lovers. She has no love for them, calling them toffs and wankers as she does, but she does also muse aloud to herself about it: "Take the job, she says. You'll never have to suck another cock, she says." Which sounds an awful lot like a thing a (former?) prostitute would say, making it two separate issues to Ollie, really. And why else would a fine upstanding Wellette be out on the streets at night anyway? That's how Foggy Jack gets you!

And for my most tenuous point: remember that guy from the Interrogation Report? Daniel Dunglass. I looked his ass up and

Reminiscent!

Dunglass (the character, not the actual guy) also says that the murderer's face is "oddly familiar" to him. Uncle Jack is familiar, but not oddly so. Ollie isn't exactly a nobody in town, but he's definitely odd looking in a world that conformist.

And as long as we're drawing specious connections, Daniel Dunglass (the real guy, not the character) was a Scottish medium famous for levitation and speaking with the dead. You know who else does a lot of that?

But... even if Ollie is Foggy Jack, I don't think he killed the constables at the apple tree. Which means there's copycat killer pretending to be the guy who's pretending to be Uncle Jack pretending be urban legend Foggy Jack.

#uncle jack worthing #foggy jack #we happy few #ollie starkey

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kittyofalltrades · 1 year

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Babe I’m gonna need to know your kinkiest thot about Hux

Well, this got out of hand. Nobody look at me. I blame you specifically for this Dee.... NSFW under the cut.

First of enemies to enemies that fuck. No way around it.

Vast amounts of hate fucking goes on, on nearly every flat surface.

His office, your office, random corridors, against walls, and in a special twist, a storage closet. There isn't really a place that Hux hasn't fucked you.

Nearly every place you've had a screaming match has eventually led to angry sexy no matter who is in the right or wrong.

For him, the leather gloves stay on, not because he doesn't like the feeling of your skin, but because he likes how your pussy clenches around him when he does. He doesn't know if you have a leather kink but he can do this one thing to please you.

Hair pulling is his favorite thing, not that he'd ever admit to it. He loves when you tug his ginger locks, ruining his pristine image.

Choking is also a big thing for him. He likes to feel your pulse flutter against his fingers while he holds your throat. He likes to remind you that in that moment he is your god.

For wanting to be neat and he likes to make a mess of you, you both left his office with clothes in tatters with because he cut you out of them with the nearest sharp object or because you've just ripped them to shreds.

He's also not afraid to send you out of his office or quarters wearing cum on your tits from where he's made a mess of you. Your complaints of a walk of shame and the resulting angry sex keep him doing it again and again.

You are both grateful for the high uniform collars because you both sport teeth marks and purple hickies from your activities. And in your case, some bruises on your hips.

Sometimes even him reprimanding you ends up with you bent over his desk begging for him to fuck you while he edges you until you cry. To teach you a lesson, he'd purr in your ear with a slow deep roll of his hips that serves more as a reminder that you hate him than anything.

The week that you spent away from him and the star destroyer was brutal. You felt like it was constant edging because you still had to debrief with him via holo. You weren't sure how you kept your composure with his long distance teasing.

The second you'd returned to the star destroyer, you'd stormed to his office, barging in with a snarl to find him smiling serenely at you. He addressed you by your title and offered you a seat to debrief and it took everything in your power to not lunge over the desk to get your hands on him.

Once the debrief was finished, you finally gave into your desires and stalked around his desk. You did the one thing he didn't expect and pulled his cock out, sucking him off until he finished in your mouth before storming out of his office once again.

You knew you'd made an impression when he caught you in a deserted corridor not from your quarters. You didn't have time to speak before he was tugging you out of your uniform to fuck you right there against the wall.

Your levels of animosity never wavered, even as you spent more overnights in his quarters. Reminding him with every breath that you hated him and nothing would change that. Even while he was buried to the hilt in you, you'd remind him of your hatred of him and how you could find someone better to fuck.

Those times he'd stop fucking you and glare at you until you squirmed under him. He'd remind you that if you could get better, you wouldn't be in his bed taking his cock. If you could get better, he wouldn't know what you sounded like when you cum.

He'd keep still until you apologised to him, the only apology he'd ever weasel out of you before he'd start his brutal pace into you again.

Maker, you hated him with every fiber of your being, but damn, the sex was good.

Yea.............that was alot.....I think I'm gonna go throw myself away now.....

#general hux #armitage hux x reader #armitage hux #star wars #first order officer #too damn much

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odekirk · 1 year

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hey jude. I was wondering if I could get some bcs thots regarding Kim. I've tried to understand this character before but I always seem to hit a wall. The others I intuitively perceive their motivations and sense of the character, but I just end up going in circles with kim. I can't get a handle on her temperament, or understand her reasoning beyond a surface level. Do you have any Kim insights that can help? ty!

I feel like this ask could have been written by most of the characters that Kim interacts with. Howard and Rich Schweikart and Suzanne Ericsen and Kevin Wachtell be like, I can’t understand Kim’s temperament or motivations!

Not every character on this show is in the habit of giving long expository monologues, but Kim in particular has LOTS of scenes where she is deliberately keeping quiet, saying nothing, revealing nothing. Think of the scene where Chuck tells her about Jimmy’s stealing, for example, or her interview at Schweikart & Cokely, or when that one judge just conversationally was like “Hurt your arm?” and she was like “Yes. 🗿” Or when this tendency was heightened almost to parody in 609 when she had to be pushed and pushed and pushed to reveal to the judge that she had already resigned from the bar—I could go on.

Her silence itself reveals temperament and motivation: she has a very strong protective instinct, and is very defensive of both herself and the people she cares about. “Loose lips sink ships”-type deal. In her flashbacks with her mom, Kim shows that same defensive instinct in actions rather than words by refusing to get in the car with her mom who’s been drinking. And of course, you have basically Everything that Ever happens between her and Jimmy—defending him against Howard in 109 (also trying to shield him from finding out the truth about Chuck in the same episode), defending him throughout season 2, staying silent instead of revealing that he lied about the Mesa Verde commercial, staying silent while Chuck gives his long spiel, casting doubt on Chuck’s allegations against him when she knows them to be true, defending him (literally) in court in 304 and 305… again, I could go on, but I would just be recapping the events of the entire show.

When Kim takes that turn at the end of season five, a lot of fans were confused by it, and while Kim Understanders may boast a complete lack of shock, I think there is a change evident in her. The question is, what kind of change?

Is it merely bad writing, a forced reversal driven by plot wants rather than character needs?

Is it evidence of Jimmy’s corrupting influence on her, taking a previously moral person and turning her amoral?

Is it evidence of a deep hidden evil coming to the surface?

Or is it an evolving manifestation of the same traits Kim has always exhibited?

Looking at Kim’s defensive and protective instincts more closely, we can see that it’s not just that she wants to always do the safe thing forever. She is willing to take risks if a couple conditions are satisfied:

The end is at least acceptable (e.g. Mesa Verde getting a larger branch approved, from which nobody is likely to really suffer), and ideally righteous (e.g. the Kettlemans being forced to pay back their victims and being too scared to scam again).

She’s in on it.

That’s why she was on board for the entire Mr. Acker scheme and then furious when Jimmy went ahead with it without her approval. The first condition was satisfied (“Everybody wins!”) but the second was not.

When she comes up with the idea to scam Howard, both conditions are satisfied—the residents of Sandpiper Crossing will get their money faster, everyone involved with the case still gets paid, and when Jimmy gets paid, they will use that money to help more people. And she’s in on it.

She consistently wants to satisfy both of those two conditions, and those two conditions satisfy her basic instincts. Acting righteously (in a sort of utilitarian sense) satisfies her instinct to protect the people she cares about—because she does deeply care about the people she works for, and is clearly trying both before 607 and after (when she goes to the legal aid clinic to volunteer) to dedicate her life to them. And being in on it satisfies her defensive, self-protective instinct. When things are good between her and Jimmy and everything is going right, it’s like they have an invisible force field around them. No one else can see it, “nobody knows what we’re doing but us”—in that way it offers a level of safety far above and beyond that of, say, Jimmy’s dad, who acts righteously but also plays everything above board and ends up getting fucked over as a result.

Anyway,

#inbox #better call saul #sorry this is very late. and sorry if it doesn’t make sense or flow. i am very small and i have no money so you can imagine the kind of stre

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soulreaper · 1 year

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Do you have any thots yours willing to share on time loop theory?

Erm. The thing about me... is that I'm kind of a dummy -w- This entire post will have spoilers so be warned.

This thread by YuuRei20 on twitter explains what is understood so far about the theory. But I also think I'm one of, if not, THE FIRST person to ever think that Jamil is aware of the time loop as well as Leona. In my mind, there are 5 characters that are aware of the loop. That being: Leona (the thread explains that evidence), Malleus (This one is a little harder to explain depending on what you're going with for the explanation of this theory. I will elaborate later), Jamil (super important and what I was talking about earlier), Crowley (the thread also explains this somewhat), and Yuu or the MC/Prefect (this one is also difficult to find the evidence for but I do 100% believe that in some way, outside of our knowledge as players, that Yuu is aware that this has happened before.)

The time loop theory has existed for as long as the game has, so there's a million different ideas of how or why it might be happening. The thread posits that "Everything we know is repeating in a loop in an attempt to either stop something from happening or to make something happen." and that the game's catch copy of “I will show you a true happy ending” implies that there HAVE been bad endings to this story that Someone is trying to prevent. If your explanation for the time loop is as the thread suggests then maaaaaaaybe Malleus might be none the wiser... But If you have read chapter 7's currently released episodes... Your explanation for the time loop could be a teensy bit different.

In chapter 7: Ruler of the Abyss, we go into it knowing that Malleus is going to most-likely be the arc villain, as aside from 1 chapter before, the dorm leader is always the arc villain. One of the first scenes Yuu has with Malleus in this chapter is Yuu excitedly telling Malleus that he's working on a way to return to his own world. Malleus asks him if he would "stay in this world (Twisted Wonderland) if there was a way for him to see his loved ones without having to go home" To which Yuu tells him that he would like to return to his own world. This is the end of that scene.

We also learn that Lilia, Malleus' close friend and caregiver is losing his magic and is going to pass away "soon" which could be anything from a few months to 60+ years given that he's lived 700~ years. He also says that he will be leaving the school and moving to a country implied to be very far away from Briar Valley, where Malleus and Lilia's actual literal son, Silver, live. This information deeply troubles Malleus as well as SIlver.

The combined stress of his dear human friend, Yuu, and his lifelong caregiver, going away from him (as well as his tamagotchi dying) leads Malleus into snapping and putting everyone Lilia had invited to his going away party into a "death-like sleep" (lol) before entirely overblotting and saying that "1000 years will pass in the blink of an eye" (lolololol)

Those events are key in the idea that Malleus is aware of the timeloop because he is responsible for it because he trapped everyone in dreams of idealistic school days. I feel like this theory and the theory discussed in the thread clash a bit but it makes so much sense to me. And more importantly... It heavily backs up my belief that Jamil is aware of the time loop.

In the song performed by the Night Raven College team during the VDC, most, if not all, of the lines sung by other characters are essentially in the vein of "We are so good at singing. We are perfect. You cannot possibly beat us. *does a dance*" But Jamil gets a solo. And in this solo, he says a few interesting things.

It's pretty surface level stuff to understand, but what roots Jamil to knowing about the time loop is that these lines are reminiscent of some events that haven't happened yet. "The thorns that entwine, the clock that starts to turn." I'm disturbed, so naturally this feels like an obvious reference to Malleus (the prince of thorns who covers the whole island in thorns and puts everyone to sleep) and time, clocks, you know.

The "watchful gaze" being referred too could be Malleus' eyes watching his "friends" he put to sleep or (in my own sick twisted mind) could refer to the chapter AFTER the VDC. The Ignihyde chapter is called, get this, The Watchman of The Underworld. If you think its that deep, Jamil is talking about two arc villains that are only villains in the future.

"Silently and faintly torn apart, and becoming foolish" could refer to any of the overblots but I think it hits with Malleus because he doesn't try to resolve his problem in any healthy way. He witnesses Silver crying because he is losing his father, Silver who also did not voice his emotions to the person they concern, and he "becomes foolish". Combining this event with seeing his tamagotchi die and become an egg again, in his fantastical mind, made it clear. He wasn't going to tell Lilia or Yuu that he didn't want them to go away or that they were truly important to him. He was going to make them and all the people he wanted to be friends with stay with him in fantasy-like school days.

In my sick mind, I read the "praying not to be saved" as "I would rather they let me die overblotting than to have to keep living through all of this". Which an hour ago, I was like Woah This is Jamil talking about himself here 😲, but now I understand that it might be in reference to Idia intentionally overblotting in an attempt to end his life. Many hints in chapter 6 support this, such as Idia seemingly forcing his overblot despite using no magic and having no blot accumulation scenes, his attempt to fall into the underworld with Ortho when he's defeated, as well as just KNOWING he's extremely depressed.

Jamil also is... Like... Super aggressive to Kalim during his own overblot and he speaks to him rudely and says that they were never friends, but in any scene you see of the two of them after this point, they seem as friendly as ever. In the Happy Beans Day event, despite being on opposing teams and taking place after Jamil seemingly admitted his hatred of Kalim, he cooks for his team. He heats up and prepares the food he made that morning for Kalim's team. That's not something you would do for a guy you hate, in my opinion.

Time loops are often used in stories to develop a characters values. If the same period of time repeats over and over, you are probably gonna go a little crazy. But... Jamil is not a violent person, he's not the kind of guy who would realize he's in a time loop and start hurting people. Yes, he was upset with the Asim family, but Kalim is still someone he has known his whole life. He has to continue his cycle of being the villain and overblotting because he can't tell Kalim seriously that he knows something foul is happening. Call Jamil two-faced all you want, but I think in the theory that he's aware of the time loop, he has to hold onto something constant like Kalim's friendship, Kalim in general, and that's why he is so soft on him. This is some My Little Pony ass shit I'm typing but I'm for real guysssss. In Jamil's case, he can't really do anything to prevent time from repeating besides get stronger for a threat he's yet to see the end of, so he survives, and clings to any comfort he can get in consistency. (My sick head)

I have more thoughts on the matter but I can't figure out a way to word them that isn't straight up gibberish. I love you. Understand my post now.

#twst spoilers #🐙

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