Toby your looking a little scary there

Hello

Your newest post reminded me i had an idea. The bois comforting wol who is having a nervous brakedown from all the stress. Bonus Ardbert.

I really like your stories. Especially the angsty ones.

(TAZ The Breakdown plays in the background)

(Mild shadowbringers spoilers)

Thancred literally (accidentally but still) disassociated so hard from the stress that he gave up his body to the bad guy for a bit. If anyone gets what youre going through, its probably going to be him. Hes not going to waste his time on empty platitudes: hes going to get you a glass of water, a warm blanket, and a hot meal, and let you cry it out on his shoulder for as long as you need to.

(And if that still doesnt help, well. Sex is still on the table. Its rarely a good idea, but hes all out of those.)

Urianger is probably breaking down with you lets be real. Every future my mans has ever read has included world-ending catastrophe, and, sure, youve thwarted it every time (usually with his help) but. What if this time you dont? What if this time you fail???? Its an unreasonable amount of stress for one man to be carrying. He probably does a fantastic amount of fantasy weed to cope and still all it takes is seeing you break down for him to also start blubber-crying.

Graha seems kind of detached and distant at first. "Shower water food" he commands you, in the voice of Lynas grandfather the Crystal Exarch, firm and uncompromising and impossible to disobey, and you might miss the way his voice and smile are strained. The way his hands clench and unclench at his sides. Hes never regretted turning back time to help you save two worlds, but. Its times like this that he wonders if he shouldnt try again to give you a happier ending.

Estinien is a firm hand on your shoulder, a steady shoulder to lean on, because he gets it. The feeling of being trapped in your own body, puppetted by powers so much greater than you can imagine, almost greater than you can comprehend... Youre breaking down for the both of you, honestly, because hes spent so long training the iron discipline to resist nidhoggs influence that he doesnt know how to anymore. This is. Cathartic. For the both of you tbh.

Aymeric wishes in this moment, more than anything, that he could just. Just be with you. Out on your journeys, giving you support by your side instead of from a distance. And he knows, he knows, that the support he gives you is important, that his ability to move nations in your favor has helped far more than any single sword at your side ever would. But he bears the weight of a nation while you bear the weight of a star, and that just. Doesnt seem fair to him.

Haurchefant knows that theres some things that hot chocolate cant fix but. Its a good starting place if nothing else. Something warm and sweet right now couldnt hurt, neither would a soft blanket and a roaring fire. He'll sit with you, bundled up together, and just listen if thats what you need. Or he can talk-- he has plenty of embarrassing stories about Artoirel that he hasnt shared yet. Either way, he'll happily help you wipe your tears away when youre done, and then drop a delicate kiss on your forehead.

Stand tall, he says. A smile better suits a hero.

Sidurgu is surprisingly good at this. Or, maybe not so surprising? Rielle is very mature for her age, but shes still a child. He probably does this whole song and dance every other week. And you feel a little bit like a child, the way he bullies you into the shower and then bundles you up in blankets and pushes food at you, but. Beneath the gruff words and scowl you can tell hes worried. Frustrated. This is exactly the kind of injustice that as a dark knight he swore he would fight, but hes just one man, there isnt much he can do about the desolation of the star. But he also needs you to know that he'll always be in your corner. Whether in this little way or if you need him to help you kill a god, he'll always come when you call.

BONUS

Ardbert has never felt so helpless in his life. He cant touch you, cant be a shoulder you can cry on. He cant even fetch you a glass of water. All he can do is stand there and watch as you break apart in your bed in the Pendants, and its. Its torture, worse than anything any ascian could ever conceive.

Still. He does what he can. And if all he can do is sit at your bedside, his hand hovering half-through yours in a mockery of touch while he tells you stories of his adventures, or friendship and triumph and happier times, well. Its the least he can do.

comfort hungry phoebe x reader

rpf!!!

pls dont be mean i dont claim to be a good writer i literally just need more boygenius content and took it into my own hands, im aware this isn’t good <3

this is also extremely self indulgent im chronically single and touch starved atm

phoebe was never one for emotions, perhaps stemming from her childhood years begging to be loved, or maybe her innate fear of vulnerability. she didn't like to dwell on the whys too much, her friends had accepted her odd ways and her ever revolving partners had managed, although not without with difficulty. her favourite pet name for her ex was 'dude', a funny running joke at first but then a sad testament to the lack of intimacy within their relationship, and when her first girlfriend admitted that she loved her all phoebe could force out was an awkward smile and a quick 'you too'. it wasn't that she didn't feel, in fact the girl felt so much that it hurt, it pained her to see how her inability to express her emotions affected her relationships but it just never felt right.

that was until she met her girlfriend. phoebe was enamoured with you from the moment you were introduced after one of her shows by some mutual friends. your smile was what first attracted her to you, but it was your ability to make her feel completely comfortable with herself that made her stay. now, almost a year into your relationship phoebe couldn't get enough. she still wasn't big on being affectionate in public, but today she found herself craving your touch, catching your eye from across the room filled with people she couldn't care less about. she smiled as you recognised her discomfort, always in tune with what she needed, and made your way to her. linking your two hands together phoebe squeezed tight letting the sweet smell of your perfume distract her from the blurring noise of the conversation happening around her.

when a brief lull arose in the discussion, phoebe couldn't help but drag you away to a secluded corner. she hated these things, glorified industry networking parties, but ‘the record’ came out in a few months and their manager insisted her and the boys went so naturally you had to come along too. 'fuck's sake', phoebe muttered, resting her forehead on your shoulder, feeling you move as you giggled.

'phoebs, it's not that bad, just an hour or so left and we can leave, i promise', you ran your hands through the blondes hair, feeling her sigh before she lifted her head and held your gaze with wide eyes. she usually managed to push through these things on autopilot but she'd been having a bad few days which quickly turned into a bad week, falling back into her cruel cycle of self hatred and nihilistic thoughts and all she wanted to do was be at home cuddled up with maxine and of course, you.

wrapping her arms around your waist you couldn't help but notice that she was tugging you closer, pulling you into her despite the curious eyes that usually would send her back to her anti-pda ways. you too ignored the stares and melted into her warm body, sensing her need for comfort. 'i love you so much baby', you whispered, rubbing your thumb softly along the strip of skin where her shirt had separated from her trousers, 'we can go right now if you want, i know you're not feeling good.'

biting her lip in thought you could practically see the cogs working in her brain and she sighed before answering, 'no, i promised jb and lucy i would be here', you were about to interrupt her to tell her what she already knew, that her bandmates wouldn't care if she left and never came back once she was safe and feeling okay, but phoebe gave you a pleading look, 'i know, but i want to be here for them, they were so excited for this.'

'okay, but say the word and we'll leave' you hesitantly replied, wanting nothing more than to wrap phoebe up in your bed with a steaming cup of tea and a promise to never let anything hurt her. she looked at you with grateful eyes, lifting her head from where it had fallen on your shoulder to press her lips against yours. 

as if sensing they were being spoken about lucy and julien bounded over and took in the stance of their two friends, 'the heart eyes over here are insane’, joked julien, before throwing her own heart eyes at lucy who was instead focused on the way phoebe kept herself firmly in your hold, despite both of you expecting her to move away like she usually did. 

phoebe lightly smiled murmuring a quiet retort to her best friend, slipping effortlessly into their usual back and forth relationship. joining the conversation you tried to ignore the woman clinging to you, not wanting to bring attention to the fact that she was still attached to you but that became impossible when her hand grabbed yours and placed it on her back, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. you knew what she was looking for, and holding back a smile you dragged your nails lightly up and down her back the way she loved. she craned her neck to stare up at you and your cheeks flushed at the intense love in her eyes. 'i love you sweetheart, thank you for being here’, phoebe said, the earnestness in her voice making your heart squeeze. smiling like an idiot you kissed her forehead, continuing to rub her back.

'this is sickening phoebs', julien interrupted, a grin on her face, as much as she loved making fun of the blonde she also loved seeing phoebe so comfortable in her relationship for the first time. 'shut up' phoebe muttered, finally pulling away from you to hide her blushing face. you laughed at the look on the boys' faces as they finally saw this side of phoebe, the one which you gladly experienced every day. phoebe was so full of love. she had so much of it to give and you were on the lucky receiving end of it. 'i hate you all of you guys' she said, finally emerging from behind her hands, her red cheeks apparent.

'no you dont', said lucy, shaking her head softly at their friend.

'no i dont'

Mafia husband! x (GN) reader Part 2

It has been about 3 days since you've moved into the mansion, your 'fiancé' is constantly busy with work so to your delight you hardly see him. You still couldn't believe it just a few days ago you were a normal high schooler, average grades but now your staying in a house you couldn't afford in your lifetime to be married off to a member of the mafia.

You sat up in bed, you spend most of your days in your room, sleeping the day a away, hoping that this is all just a bad dream; only to find yourself disappointed every time you wake up.

just before you were about to go back to sleep, there was a soft knock at the door. "excuse me mr capone has requested you come down for breakfast at once." the voice on the other side said. you made an audible groan and you make your way out of bed, the last thing you wanted was food much less breakfast with Mr. capone. You knew denying would be a- foolish decision, he could kill you in a heart beat. You open the closet and are stunned by the amount of expensive clothing, not a single one of them looked worn, could it be? he bought them for you? You felt your heart warm ever so slightly at the thought, you shook your head. You pick out something that you liked and changed into it, not bothering to fix your hair, maybe if he finds you unappealing to the eyes he'll let you go? its a small chance but it gave you hope. now here you were, seated at a large table full of various foods you've never tried before and across from you was the man who brought you to this hell, Mr capone. Maybe this is a good time to question him when the time was right? you picked up your glass of wine, you didn't take a sip just stare at it then back at him. You gather the courage to finally ask him "so why me." you asked, your cold gaze fixed on him. your question seemed to catch him off guard for a moment, he tilted his head in confusion with a sly grin. "i have no idea what you mean dearest." he replied, downing a glass of wine, his voice had a hint of playfulness, he was totally taunting you.

now he was playing dumb? who does he think he is. You clench your fist into a ball before slamming it down on the table "dont act dumb! why did you chose me! why did you bring me here instead of just killing me! why do you want to marry me?!" through all your questioning and ranting he just stared at you silently, tapping his fingers on the table. He was going annoyed, maybe going on a rampage was not a good idea. once your anger died down you were filled with deep regret- ohh why did you do something so stupid, you sat back down. You grabbed the bottle of wine and drank it, if your going to die, might as well die intoxicated. Mr capone got up from his seat across the table and made his way over to you.

your cheek was met with a harsh slap that would have your face stinging for a while, he grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back forcing your eyes to meet. Oh he was pissed.

"let us get one thing straight you little bitch. Firstly i didn't 'chose you' your father just didn't have the ability to have more attractive offspring, second if i wanted to kill you i would have."

his grip on your hair tightened. He then slammed your head onto the table, you could feel blood drip down your nose from the impact, you struggle to get away but this only made him do it again but harder.

" Finally, marriage is the ultimate way to have claim over you. this isn't some dumb little fairy tale where i 'fall in love with the innocent damsel.' your my slave, im the master. If you EVER, have that attitude with me again, i will send you home to your old man in a fucking body bag you worthless whore."

His words and the buzzing pain in your head made it hard to do anything but nod, he threw you to the floor and gave you a beating that you would never forget. you dont remember what happened next or how you got to bed. When you woke up, you found that your wounds were treated and a bouquet of expensive looking flowers on your bed accompanied by a note. you did not have to open it to know who it was from, i guess this was Mr capone's twisted way of apologizing after injuring you to the point of you having to passing out.

inside the note was the basic im sorry, please forgive me, i do it cause i love you and how he promises to never lay a hand on your ever again, you scoff at the thought, that was a obvious lie, did he think you were that stupid?

you crumpled the note and toss it across the room not caring where it landed, your head still hurt from how hard he grabbed your hair. If he was willing to beat you that badly for just questioning him, you fear what he will do if you try to escape. you lay back down in bed, silently cursing your dad and his stupid gambling addiction, if it wasn't for him you would be in school right now, even the worst of your bullies were better than being stuck with him. you turned and faced the wall, holding your now bruise ridden body. Pulling the covers over your eyes you drift off to sleep, dreaming of being back home with your parents, even your dad. ignoring the fact that you were to be wed, in just 5 days.

the topic of school gun violence is such a deep systemic issue and i can't lie and say there aren't some days I go to work at my school where I'm afraid something will happen. I have had to message my family to tell them I love them. I have sat in a locked room with children and planned for how ill get in the way if someone comes for them. The person you become when your kids in your school are threatened is a person you can't forget being, because you never forget how it feels to be ready to die any second to protect your kids.

Kids are really hurting right now. I work with middle schoolers. The last normal school year my 7th graders had was 4th grade. You transition into puberty and middle school from a screen, fearing for you life and watching your family die or get sick or lose jobs and housing and everything that makes life worth living...

you don't learn physical boundaries when you aren't on the playground learning real time how to treat people. You have an entire generation of kids that doesn't know the difference between playing and physical aggression. On a near daily basis I am teaching teenagers that they can kill their friends with the headlock they're putting them in, I'm seeing kids not know when to stop, there is no stopping, play fighting becomes real fighting because there is no other out except to finish it when you have no ability to self-regulate.

We had a circle of kids today talking about what the phrase "go touch some grass" meant to them. It's not a meme to kids this age. One of the kids said, "I didn't do anything. I was afraid to go outside. I thought I would get sick and die. I still get scared." Theu didn't see their closest friends for over 2 years. Social workers, counselors, teachers, childhood friends, no one was able to reach them for years. They didn't have cameras on, zoom is a trigger for kids, it's nothing like an online uni class, it's a graveyard.

You leave everything behind in 4th grade and spend the next three years of your life changing dramatically and seeing that change in everyone else from a screen. You can block anyone, you can ignore everything, you become numb to consequences that lead to better behavior and compassion we take for granted. Conflict resolution looks like blocking and never having to address it. These kids cannot fathom resolving a conflict with words. They can't even describe what emotions they're feeling, but they can feel the soul-deep frustration at not having that ability. They are trapped and powerless in a body that is bigger and stronger than it was in 4th grade with none of the tools to regulate anything. More than ever I see kids acting on impulse on a way that is beyond normal. I am seeing dissociative patterns in almost every student I meet. Most of them have taken all year to even understand why certain things make them do certain things.

This year alone I've been punched in the head, face, eyes, you name it by kids who can't see what's in front of them acting on blind rage that should never have to exist in an entire group of people, ive been recorded by kids i knew and talked to every day breaking up a fight like they didn't know who I was and it was a spectacle to watch because they can turn their brains off as a traumatic response to repeated exposure and to them this is how life is, I've been thrown to the ground & nearly hit by a car breaking up kids who took it into the street with intent to kill, had kids bleeding in my office from head wounds they got from accidentally hitting someone with a ball, ive put kids in ambulances, we've been on lockdown, we've had high schoolers break in and attack 12 year olds because they dont know how to solve conflicts without the highest extreme either, kids are hurting. They need so much help right now. Being a kid right now is a traumatic event. Not a single kid I work with is living in a non-traumatic event. It is happening all the time.

The pandemic has destroyed so much for everyone but to our kids the pandemic is their only measure of reality. The post-present-pandemic has created a generation of trauma and loss of education. Be here for our kids more than anything, our future is with them and they need so, so, so much love right now, and it's love they think they don't deserve, it's love that they're resistant to getting, they have no trust for any system or person or each other because every single thing has failed them. Their reality is trauma they are more powerless than anyone to change. They can see everything and only react. Being a kid is a traumatic event, please love these kids. They think that this world doesn't love them and they are so, so far away right now, but they're still able to come back. I'm seeing it real-time. These kids need to be reached before they can't come back, make the safety and love for kids a priority. Hope is being lost on them and their reality is a nightmare.

They won't be kind to you. They won't trust you. They won't let you in and they are in survival mode. And they still need you. They need to know where the bar should be for how they're treated and they need to know what they're worth now more than ever. They're worth the world and more.

a little detail i always liked in otto’s backstory was that he didnt instantly start crying when his mom hugged him. he looked over to his dad and brothers for a cue on how to react

and THEN he starts crying. not only is it fairly realistic for a little kid, but one in his position specifically- otto has never been understood before, nor has he ever understood anyone.

he says his parents always tried their hardest to understand his abnormality, but anyone born without a divine protection could never really get it. and he could never really get them. and hes right, theyll never be able to see (and in this case, hear) the world in the exact same way he does. but that doesnt mean communicating these feelings is impossible- his older brother went out of his way to find a method of communication that would work for him, and taught him how to read and write himself, even though otto would struggle with this more than any other kid.

hes literally been overstimulated for his entire life, he describes the world as being nothing but hellish noise for his entire childhood. he hears everything so he cant hear anything. he just sits with a blank stare because everything is just too much all the time. but its only when he sees his family cry than he starts to cry too. it was the first time that he cried since he was born.

because this was the first time in his life he was able to communicate in some way, the first time he felt somewhat understood. not just to tell his family his feelings, but to respond to theirs as well. even if he didnt fully grasp the nuance. it wasnt impossible to be seen and heard. and i love that he was so loved by his family too.

and thats his entire theme as a character right there! communication... his character revolves around it; he’s a merchant and the head of public affairs of the emilia camp because of his negotiation skills. he helps subaru out of his rot every single time by talking to him. his divine protection of soul language is literally the ability to communicate. his entire character is about communication. and connection. and love. and how these are all connected

i honestly dont think he would have turned out to be how he is now if it wasnt for the fact that his family was so loving. his divine protection might not have even evolved into something thats actually a gift, if mental state has anything to do with it. without proper help and support his world might still be hellish noise.

you all get what im saying here though, right? his neuro is so divergent.

'Adrenaline high' pt 10.

Warnings:foul language and slight nsfw

Hey everyone ! I hope you're all doing OK! And good and swell in this time for the holidays :) sadly this chapter will be the ending chapter for this bitter sweet story BUT DONT FRET THERE IS A KONIG X MALE READER THAT WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW OR CHRISTMAS 👀

Also, if you have any requests for little one-shot stories and such as just dm me or pop a comment on any post of mine and I'll see it.

Anyhow, enjoy this last chapter of this little spice of life :)

Simon stirred away in the sunlight, streaming down onto both your still figures, your bare backside pressed elegantly tightly against his bare chest as you slumbered,taking in the heat of the larger man who watched your sleep peacefully. He then felt his hand shift from your side down to your hips and began to gently slide his hand up and down your side,as if he was forcing himself to remember your touch against his, how your sides dipped and how your curves felt and how the daring mountains of ribs that where moving from every breath you drew mightly moved beneath his touch.

He cooed at you and watched it silence as he felt at peace..but not just at peace.. alive. He felt utterly alive and steady with you right now. And he didn't want to let that feeling go. Not now,not ever.

And he watched as you stirred,grumbling with a whine as you peered over your shoulder at him and broke a light grin at him and shot a quick, 'morning' to him as you rolled onto your other side to face him, and he found his hand placing it self onto your waist and pulling you closer to him, watching you envelope yourself into his warmth. And he spoke, with such a rough morning voice that it stirred you to fumble your morning demeanor and scramble to refind it. "Well, good morning to you too"

And that's when you looked up to see his supirsed and smirked expression on his face, and then it dawned upon you....the sudden realization that he wasn't wearing his mask... and you took in the sight of his face, your mind memorizing a million times over in the short span of such a few seconds. The way his growing out blonde buzz cuts tight curls matched him perfectly in a way... the sigh of his eyes...piercing blue and utterly memorizing you..and his nose..that looked to be defiantly broken a good few times over seemed to be perfect to you... he was perfect to you ..and that's when your gaze found its way to the scar on his thin,pinkish, chapped, and rough lips.. it traveled from the base of his left jaw with his face stubble, and it traveled up through a part of his lef side of the lips revealing part of his gums and teet,especially the canine teeth of his..and it utterly amazed you and looked...utterly beautiful on him.

"Your beautiful..."

The words left your mouth and left you stunned at what you said as your heart stopped before restarting in spasms as you realized what you had just said... and you watched as his gaze went wide before it softened as he replied to your voice.. "God's I love you." His voice cracked as he spoke..like he was afraid of saying that aloud..like he was afraid of even putting it out there to anyone..to you...

And then that single phrase made you think..and then you mouth opened and a single phrase that came out of your mouth made you want to slam your head into a wall.

"What are we?" It was fast,sudden..nervous.. afraid perhaps of what Simon would say?

All you knew is that He smirked and replied with such a crooked smirk that it made you shiver Beneath his gaze as his brows quirked up.

"Well..what do YOU want us to be hm?"

Fuck.

You then thought before beginning a mindless ramble to yourself in your mind before you suddenly spoke, quickly, as if you where afraid of the ability to speak to leave you before you two had stopped talking.

"Well,let's see, we both fucked,we're cuddling,we've saved eachother a million times. You make me nervous,I can feel your hard on rubbing against me, and we're in YOUR bed.. so..what does that make us Simon?"

"Well..thats makes you my Boy yes?"

My boy..

His..

Your his...

And him yours...

You then nodded and snuggled closer to Simon's body and breath with him,listening to his steady heartbeat with the comfortable silence surrounding you two.

As of right now, you weren't just two humans.. hell, you two weren't just "The Hound" and "Ghost"..you two were just, "Y/n" and "Simon"

Two humans just trying to find where they belong.

And you belong with him. And he belongs with you. Together, and you had found a high better than any drug, him. He made you feel.. safe, perhaps? And you..you made him feel alive, secure.

Both of you had found your own Adrenaline High amongst each other, each both making the other alive and moving...

And well... you both knew that the journey from here on out..

As you both laid in eachothers arms,both drifting back to sleep smiling...

That this was going to be one hell of a ride....

I hope you all enjoyed this small, lengthy ride of a journey as much as I have with this story, and don't fret! Like I said, there is one with Konig and you coming soon enough! Possibly in two days,and requests are always open :)

But thank you all that enjoyed this story and are going to look and find it it in the future. :) until tomorrow everyone.

🍹are you thirsty? can i get you a drink? ❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜ with frank castle

*rubs rat hands together* you have no idea what you've done to me with this prompt holy fucking shit. OH GOD YOURE NOT READY ! NO ONE IS. NO OOOOOOONE.

also, to my anon. you know who you are. i dont wanna say you inspired this, but....

let's have a sleepover at mine!

*warnings: tiny lil bit of dubcon touching.

siren song | frank castle x reader

It’s hot in the van. 

It isn’t the summer heat, or the fact that Frank’s stingy with the air-conditioning... it’s the unnerving kind of hot as you’re both wound up tighter than ever. With the way it sits thickly in the air, the tension binding you together has turned into a honeytrap. It’s a dangerous predicament.

Frank’s unusually quiet tonight as he brings his binoculars up to his eyes, laser-focused on the concrete compound up ahead, barely shrouded by a thicket of pine trees. Your head inclines forward to look up at the night sky, chewing on the inside of your cheek as a lone cloud drifts over the van, the silence almost too much for you to handle. As subtle as possible, your eyes glaze over Frank’s posture, heartbeat thundering as you notice his biceps flex, at the muscle now feathering in his jaw. It feels like your head’s been stuffed full of cotton; not a single coherent thought going through your mind as you begin to squirm in your seat. 

You almost yelp as Frank absently reaches over you to wind the window down, just an inch or two, but instead a shaky breath bubbles up from your chest, thankful for the sudden coolness of wind rustling past your ear. Despite the welcome distraction of the night air chilling you to your core, it still doesn’t take away from the heat pooling between your legs or the pounding in your chest. 

God fucking damn it. Frank Castle was supposed to be insufferable. He was insufferable, and you’d been stuck with him two weeks too long.

So what happened?

It’s not even like you two were working together, per se. He was looking for someone, you had the means to do so, and it became a case of you scratching his back while he scratched yours.

But, amidst the sulking, the cursing, and his incredible ability to jump to the worst conclusions every single time, he was alluring in a way you couldn’t place. Maybe you were just spending too much time with him, getting used to Frank in all his Frank glory. You felt it, that little wriggle of desire, the first time you saw him smirk, nevermind that he followed it with a snide comment that well and truly deserved a roundhouse kick to the face. Besides the occasional verbal back-and-forth, that was pretty much it for the two of you. You were wary after that, keeping your distance as best as you could, nevermind being holed up in the same basement together.

Smart, right?

As if it were a big cosmic punch to your gut, and self-control, then came the pull ups. It wasn’t enough that his body – chiseled perfection carved from marble – made you weak at the knees, no. That, and his grunts and sharp exhales, hips thrusting ever-so-slightly as he pulled himself up almost effortlessly. You had to bring a fist to your mouth to stifle the sounds that threatened to rack your body, knuckles going white as your fingernails left imprints in your palm. Your eyes roved over him, tracking the deep adonis lines that, at your dismay, vanished beneath the barrier of his belt and jeans. God, how you’d love to lick those abs.

For fuck’s sake.

Since then, it didn’t matter if he annoyed you, got on your last nerve… none of that mattered. The worst part is that you were stuck together, too goddamn close for your own liking, with no privacy to match. There was absolutely no way to relieve that frustration, that ache building between your thighs… not if you wanted him to hear. 

So, the ideas began to brew. You wanted to have fun, to take the edge off, and if you couldn’t bring about your own release the way you needed to, Frank was going to bear the brunt of it. 

You began to leave the door open a little wider when you were changing, often catching his reflection staring at yours in the mirror by your mattress, holding his gaze a little longer than necessary. Hell, maybe you did fuck yourself at night, all soft whimpers and shaky breaths, just loud enough that he could hear. 

Goosebumps erupt over your body as a rush of wind brings you back down to earth, cold and brittle against the mugginess of the van’s interior. He’s still fucking staring at God-knows-what, breathing controlled and steady as his knuckles squeeze tighter around the binoculars. Your lips press together in response to the flurry of thoughts that flash through your head, each one subsequently filthier than the other. Your eyes flutter closed as you will them away, but it’s getting too hard and – 

One tiny, little, breathy moan slips past.

And as your heart comes to a roaring halt, he whispers one tiny, little word in response.

“Stop.”

Your head snaps to the side, where his eyebrows have furrowed into the lens. “What?”

His voice is lithe, calm, unfaltering. Soft. “I said stop.”

You don’t have the words to respond. You’ve got nothing but the deep rise and fall of your chest, the embarrassment that sears your cheeks. 

Slowly, he puts the binoculars down, leaning across you to wind the window back up, shutting off all access to the air you desperately need to cool off. He turns to face you, spreading apart in the car seat, eyebrows pressed into a hard line as his stare worms into the very centre of your lust-blown pupils, burning its way into the back of your brain. His nostrils flare as his lips quiver, tongue running over his teeth before his mouth parts open. Gently, so gently.

He reaches forward to grab your wrist, calloused grip firm against your silken skin. His breath is shallow now, trembling as he lifts your hand towards the now-visible bulge in his jeans. “You think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been up to, sweetheart? Teasin’ me like that?”

Your eyes widen at where he has you, hovering over him, but you shake your head, each motion stuttering, unkempt. “N-no…”

It’s then he presses your hand against his hardening cock, squeezing your fingers around it with his, moving your palm up and down its length. You’ve never heard him sound so nervous in his life. “Don’t you know what you’re doing to me?”

if liberal western feminists spend even half as much time talking about the patriarchy and misogyny as they do endlessly whining and complaining about evil bitch women with their evil bitch feminism and """misandry""" and mens poor hurt feelings, we might actually get somewhere lmao

wake the hell up. snap out of your female socialization which has taught you to always put everyone and particularly men above yourself. we are an opressed group. i don't think ya'll actually understand and fully process that. we are an opressed group. the male dominant class has been responsable for the instatement of the patriarchy for thousands of years. in many places, globally. thousands. the patriatchy isnt this abstact thing which "benefits noone" and "harms everyone equally" it is systemic opression which benefits the male class much more than it harms them, which is why it still exists.

it is responsible for our enslavement. our psychological and physical and sexual and otherwise enslavement. generations upon generations of women before us whove lived their lives as little more than slaves to men, serving them, giving their lives up for men. the patriarchy benefits noone? you think the male elite getting free household labour, free emotional labour, getting to take advantage of the woman's ability to birth - force women in so many parts of the world into marriages and child marriage - raping girl-brides to death and forcing women and girls to give birth until they die - and then having the balls to create patrilinial lines and lay claim to children and kill female infants, benefits no one? you think males declaring themselves supreme over us and treating us worse than their farm animals benefits no one?

they are responsible for the vast majority of rapes, of pedophilic crimes, of wars, of serial killers, of domestic abuse. they regularly rape children, like, globally, and the male created system barely keeps them responsable if it doesnt outright allow it. they are responsible for your ancestors and your own torment. sex trafficking is worse than ever now. there is an international sex slave trade which is worth billions upon billions every year. this is the fault of men, and most of them dont give a single shit. they have globally, through their patriarchy, lead to the physical torture of women and girls to brand them as lesser - foot binding in china, female genital mutialation which originated in egypt and spread. being just two well known and absolutely horrific ones.

they have turned us into property. they have taken our humanity. we barely gained basic fucking rights in most of the world barely generations ago. they have treated us as their slaves. they have treated us worse than animals.

when a male rapes it is not an individual act. rape is a weapon of the male elite to keep us all in line. as is domestic abuse. as are a whole lot of other things. wake up.

snap out of it. stop coddling your opressors. this is the "not all white people" of feminism. stop it. it doesnt fucking matter, mens hurt feelings arent a damn priority. women are the only opressed class which coddles our opressors this much, its fucking insane and pathetic frankly. we have severe god damn issues on this planet that are affecting half of the damn population. the only way were getting out of this is with each other. stop defending them with more vigor than they ever defend you, and start defending your sisters. snap out of it.

Bad Buddy and its aftereffects

Disclaimer: this is just going to be a word vomit. Something I had been meaning to do since ages but being down with flu finally gave me the time and mindspace to do it.

My first tryst with Thai BLs started with Love By Chance and I tried.. I really tried.. but the script.. the acting were just not clicking with me.

Then came the wave of 2gether the series and that was much better.. I was at least able to complete watching the first season even though I didnt get the hype around it.. It was my second time giving up..

My third effort was ITSAY and gosh what a show that was.. I was recommending it to anyone who would listen to me gush about Billkin and PP and the director. The show was heavy on my heart.. I needed to brace myself every time I wanted to rewatch it.. I guess I have rewatched it 3 or 4 times in all these years.. It just is that emotionally heavy show for me.

But the music.. Gosh the music.. the songs.. Billkin's voice.. When I tell u Skyline and untold answer were on repeat.. Specially untold answer.. I still listen to it..

Despite my love for ITSAY and my tolerance for IPYTM.. I again took a break from Thai BLs.. and BLs in general..

Throwback to exactly 1 year back.. When I rediscovered thai BLs... let me be specific.. I discovered Bad Buddy..

My first watch.. awesome.. loved it.. listened to the songs a bit..

my bestie then suggested me Not me.. kinnporsche.. eclipse.. liked them all.. and I thought thats it..

But then I rewatched Bad Buddy.. and rewatched it the next time.. and the next.. I was literally rewatching those 12 episodes almost till April and May of this year.. for almost 6 months.. I didnt consume bad buddy.. bad buddy consumed me..

I was watching MSP and never let me go and other BLs too.. but an episode of bad buddy everyday became a need.. and this perplexed me.. I kept on having conversations with my bestie about my obsession with Bad Buddy. This level of obsession.. where I was crying listening to the BGM.. crying over a 3 min trailer.. after watching the show multiple times.. had never happened to me ever..

And apart from all this.. bad buddy was responsible for a couple of firsts for me.. first time joined tumblr.. for bad buddy.. explored ao3 and read way too many pat pran fanfics.. and also made me explore Thai music.. and my spotify wrapped is the proof.. its full of thai songs.. Bad buddy instrumental BGM.. is in my top songs..

I guess the obsession was a consequence of my failed past relationship.. which finally ended right around the time I discovered Bad buddy.. where things were very similar.. I used to call him soulmate.. but family issues made us break up after 10 yrs.. Every time I rewatch ep 11.. where Pat says to Pran that you dont leave me and fight alongside me.. I cry buckets over this one scene.. coz I didnt have anyone to fight alongside me.. may be its that.. may be it was the characters.. may be it was the magic created by p'aof.. but somewhere.. something struck such a cord that the show still has the ability to bring out emotions that I didn't know existed.. I always describe it as emotions bubbling and trying hard to break the wall and spill all over.. thats what I feel.. and sometimes they spill over.. and m left a crying mess.. No other show has made me feel this way.. No other form of media has made me feel this way.

Is the obsession still there? Not as much.. I still love a good patpran fanfic.. My top song is Just friends by Nanon which I listen to this day.. I still cry over the instrumental BGM.. But I no longer have to watch bad buddy every single day..

I dont know how much bad buddy has helped me overcome my past.. but I know its still a safe space I can visit when things get tough.. Funny how a random piece of media can have such an important share in your life.. A random show on the internet can heal you more than the living people around you.

Now that I have talked about it so much.. I may as well watch ep 6 (3/4).. fyi.. that beach scene is my fav..

P.S.. I know there would be typos and errors but I am not going to read it all back else I will not have the courage to post this.

Im late to the party but im surprised you dont actually stan new jeans!!! Youre the one who got me to check them out with their debut single and you have nothing but praises (i think) for them. Is it for the same reason why you dont technically stan enha?

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Haha yeah you’re right I like NewJeans a lot. But I love Enhypen far more than I do NewJeans, and if there was any other group besides BTS I’d say I’ve been stanning for almost 2 years now, it would be Enhypen.

I think I’ve mentioned before that even though I like NewJeans, all I’m doing now is watching them. They’re just over 1 year old and while they have a more distinct identity than the rest of their peers, I’m still not fully certain what that identity is. Also, BTS’s ability to perform right out of the gate is indispensable to why I love them, and while NewJeans are better performers than many of their peers, it’s clear they’re still rookies and need more experience.

Whereas with Enhypen, after watching them for some time, I’ve become very certain of what this group is, and I’m fairly more confident in my opinion of the kind of people the members are, plus their music generally is more my taste given how heavily they lean into pure, good old fashioned hiphop and rock. They are also easily the best performers in their generation (probably tied with TXT but Enhypen has stronger individual dancers), I love their vocals, and their song choice is immaculate. The only ding against them is that their songs aren’t rap focused. But in a way, it doesn’t matter much since I get my fix of that from BTS and the rapline’s solo works anyway.

For most of the time I’ve been into k-pop I’ve been a casual fan of many groups, and before I became ARMY I watched BTS from the sidelines for about five years, before deciding to fully commit to the group. BTS was the first example of the kind of group they are, that I’d ever seen, so it took me time to really understand them. But the k-pop landscape was also very different back then too.

With Enhypen, I instantly recognize many things about the group that tells me I’ll love them. The excitement I get waiting for their new music reminds me exactly of how I feel about getting new BTS music. It’s pure, unadulterated, joy. There are many similarities with BTS in how the group functions, and key differences too, but they’re still quite young so things could change.

By the way, I’ve also mentioned that I think NewJeans is similar to BTS, but I mean this in the way k-pop fandom reacts to them, which is very reminiscent of how k-pop stans have been treating BTS since debut.

honestly i get that the yoohankim ship isnt the most popular orv ship but their dynamic is soooo desperate and tsundere and feral, its so fantastic and heartwrenching and beautiful. these three will kill for each other, die for each other, live for each other, for better or for worse, kdj and hsy don’t believe they’re anything special to anyone ever and yjh has a wet cat mentality combined with a savior complex, they are the most complicated creatures to ever interact i mean

right off the bat we learn that yjh has the ability to reset the timeline to a specific point and has done so hundreds of times, tossing away every friendship and lover and ally he's ever gained in order to keep himself from dying and maybe do it RIGHT this time, whatever that means, however many allies he can save this time. and he's turned all his choices into strategic maneuvers and tried to cut out his own empathy and worked with people he despised in an effort to find the survival route BUT THEN. BUT THEN KDJ SURPRISES HIM.

KDJ SURPRISES HIM AND HE THOUGHT HE COULD NO LONGER BE SURPRISED BUT THIS GUY HE'S NEVER EVEN MET IN ANY OF HIS HUNDREDS OF RESETS BUSTS OUT AND CHANGES EVERYTHING. because he has NEVER seen kdj in any of the other timelines and kdj KNOWS this because he's read the novelized version of every single one of yjh's attempts to reach a happy ending, and kdj is TERRIFIED by this because that means kdj has died in every other timeline before the story has even gotten the chance to really start and kdj really wants to know how this story ends dammit!!, and as yjh gets to know kdj he ALSO becomes terrified of this bc he genuinely likes kdj and he starts to get so desperate and hopeful and feral about kdj because he JUST. KEEPS. SURVIVING. and yjh DOESNT GET IT because people DONT JUST SURVIVE LIKE THAT HERE and he starts WANTING him to live and starts NEEDING HIM to live because for the first time in HUNDREDS OF YEARS and HUNDREDS OF TIMELINES something is DIFFERENT and he starts feeling the need to not just survive but actually LIVE bc he CANT reset anymore because

because he cant be sure that if he resets kdj will still BE THERE. and he NEEDS kdj to be there now, even if they aren't fighting together physically side by side he starts to trust that kdj will be on his side and help him out and help everyone ELSE out and he won't lose the people he used to care about, who he still cares about, who he started to think he COULDNT care about because they never remembered him the way he remembered them.

kdj's very existence means yjh can't take the easy emotionless way out of difficult situations whenever anything small goes wrong and he has to start living moment by moment like every other human being again. kdj makes him HUMAN again and kdj doesnt get it at first bc to him yjh is still just a character, just a fiction he's read about and obsessed over and insulted and loved, and kdj starts to see the world as a story instead of real life in the exact opposite of yjh's path to seeing the world as a life again and kdj thinks about living as ‘seeing the story through to the end’ instead of ‘surving because i dont want to die’ and in a glacier's pace kdj has to start confronting that this is real and active and now and yjh is real and a human and maybe he DOESNT know everything about him and maybe he CAN have an honest relationship with him and maybe yjh CAN surprise him and change and change the narrative and be more than the man he was written as originally

and hsy plays an integral role in these realizations bc she helps bridge kdj's real life actions pre-plot with his 'fake' story role while ALSO playing into the 'this is a story' aspect of their reality bc she ALSO read some of the novelized version of yjh's life and she ALSO tends to see people as characters and their current life as a story they need to strategize through in order to survive

but she's not as deep into that mindset as kdj and feels guilty about her actions even when she tries not to and starts getting invested in kdj as both a person and a savior even though she hates him she also respects him and thinks he's annoying and a good strategist and that he has extremely bad taste and she used to cyberbully him bc she didn’t understand his devotion and she believes he's the best chance to reach a happy ending alive and that he couldn’t possibly care about her survival as long as yjh is still alive

bc she's very aware that she won't make it long in the novel by herself let alone work WITH yjh and help him and save him and learn to appreciate yjh as a person instead of as a character she didn't like in a story she hated which has now become her LIFE which she hates and loves and wants to survive in no matter the cost even though she feels guilty every time kdj asks her to help him do something that will hurt kdj/their allies because she KNOWS he only asks her to do things he believes are strategically sound, is hurt bc she knows he only asks her bc he thinks she’s coldhearted and ruthless enough, bc he thinks she doesn’t care about him, bc she thinks kdj is right to think all these things and she trusts him even as she feels like she's burning her own bridges down trying to follow his instructions, trying to keep yjh alive, trying to keep HERSELF alive, even as she makes decisions that she knows are despicable, even as she hates that she’s doing these things and hates that she feels guilty over trying to keep herself alive. she simultaneously thinks of herself as the baddest bitch she knows while also the worst human in existence and she can't understand why kdj and yjh keep her around but at the same time like hell would she ever leave them permanently while they're still offering her their time and their affections, however strong those may be.

even when she purposefully acts against kdj he just sits her down and talks to her bc he can see how much its messed her up, how even when she thought she knew what she was doing she couldn’t predict the results and couldnt predict how badly it’d mess her up and he gets it and she just hates it, she hates how distanced kdj can act despite how much she knows he cares and how much they all care about him

yjh and hsy bond over how stupid kdj is and how they cannot maintain their lives without him and while a part of hsy is constantly terrified that yjh will kill her for being annoying or suspicious or for following a dumbass plan she also learns to trust that yjh will wait and see how things fall through and trust that she was only doing what she thought was best/what KDJ thought was best, that yjh is a lot less likely to kill people he’d written off in previous timelines now that he’s met them, learns to know that yjh recognizes there’s something about her that is similar to kdj and that kdj likes and even if he can’t understand it and it sometimes makes him angry or jealous he still respects it and respects her

And yeah yjh is described as one of the prettiest most handsome people anyone has ever seen, both by kdj in the narrative as well as verbally by other characters, and yeah people say kdj is ugly but that’s only relative to the other extremely beautiful people he’s surrounded by. And yeah a few call hsy ugly but that’s only when a character is actually upset about something she’s done and is taking it out in insults. kdj himself calls her beautiful and thinks she’s one of the smartest most annoying people in his life. she almost gets him killed and he just thinks she’s a genius. yjh doesnt seem to care much at all about physical appearances and just becomes obsessed with how these two people he’s never seen survive so long keep pushing and living and help him and keep their group alive, the man’s got competency kink like no tomorrow and never realized it until now and he doesnt know what to do or how to live if they aren’t living too. They are all supremely flawed people who started at each other’s throats and misunderstand each other consistently and repeatedly but work past it anyway with a kind of reckless devotion one can only have after seeing people at their worst and realizing you love them anyway, and if that isnt endgame post-apocalypse polyam goals i just don’t know what to tell you

ok i have been reading a lot of spoilers from these asks so i have to kinda skim them or else yall are gonna tell me the whole thing before i read it shagdkgsas (i dont mind! ppl can keep sending me these! im happy to post your propaganda!!)

but there's smth i wanna say which obviously yall in the fandom know better than me, and its that ppl seem to think yoohankim is less popular BUT from my understanding, yookim (is that it?) won a poll w a 51%-49%, the same percentage as yoohankim did in the quarterfinals.

so maybe its less popular, im not in the fandom yet and we arent in the finals yet. but i feel like theres way more of yall out there than you guys think!!! yoohankim is powerful

Once again I am asking-- no I'm here to talk about Alastor's breakdown again because I'm in my feels and yeah. That mun post got me thinking about it because I get where Alastor is coming from. If you've ever had to hide yourself, always being held back and scared to be yourself fully because of how you'll be perceived, or if people will think you're worth it. His whole life he's had to fight for a place. His need for power and respect is driven by the way he was treated in life.

When you feel caged in, you don't feel like you're 100% yourself. And I feel like Alastor feels this way, he can't fully do the things he wants because of his deal. Everyone has a dark side, there isn't a person I'd trust if they said they didn't. I wouldn't believe you one bit. We all have it, its our ability to choose opposite of that darkness that makes us strong. He's had to control it and hide it when he was alive because no one is going to accept you if you're killing people. In hell? Its free real estate. Except, now he can't do what he wants. Some way, some how, Alastor got himself leashed up and he's aching to break free from it. People who have been chained down before, make vows to never ever allow anyone to have power over them ever again.

I've been in that position many times, and I know from my own experience, I'll never surrender myself to anyone ever again. And I know that is trauma talking, and its likely very similar for Alastor. When you've gotten to a certain point, wanting to let down those walls feels like a huge, unnecessary risk.

he quotes the group "Great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends"?

I think this is such a neat play, because, altruist is basically caring and helping others above yourself. Alastor is saying 'NAH SON.'

He's an opportunist, there isn't a single thing he's doing out of the pure goodness of his heart. there is always an angle, there is always a motive. There is something he will benefit in choices to help.

To actually be so close to death and for something he didn't really want to die for? He's pissed, he's angry and upset. He's so much stronger and yet--? It almost feels like he's screaming on the inside, all while smiling. Peak insanity. The way he holds his head, fingers digging into his skull, trying to hold himself together.

but there's something really, heartbreaking, even for Alastor, to not be free to be who you are. To have to always tone it down, to always have to be aware of other's feelings before your own. To know that, sometimes people only ever want half of you and not all of you. i dont even know if I am making sense right now I just got really emotional thinking about him dknfklsfnslkfd.

aahh.. i just suddenly started missing playing my bass really bad. i have her right next to my bed but i havent played her in quite a while now, i didnt really know how to play super well or anything, im not able to get myself to practice often enough to get that good at playing any instrument. but my best ones are piano and bass i guess.... i used to be pretty good with ukulele too, lol... anyways, im missing my bass rn. her name is susie btw... i dont have the energy to pick her up rn let alone tune her or anything... i technically have needed to get her new strings for a while, but they never bothered me or anything, i mean they worked fine.. i wasnt playing for anyone else so who cares... i really like playing the bass because of how quiet it is. technically i have an amp but, well i dont like playing loud instruments so why would i use that... sometimes ive performed songs id learned for like my family, but most of the time its just in my room, and i just dont rly like to be loud in general... thats why i like playing keyboard, sometimes more than real pianos because i can just turn the volume down... or plug in headphones, but i dont currently have headphones that fit in the jack on my keyboard. on the piano the only songs that i still retain the ability to play, even after not playing for a long time, are all undertale songs... if i practiced just a little i could regain maybe some pokemon songs, and others..but the ut ones i know are very ingrained in my muscle memory. i know fallen down the best it was one of the very first ut songs i learned, in 2016. i only know how to play a little bit of the fallen down reprised, like, extended part. reprised part. whatever. oh and your best friend. that ones short and easy :). i can do once upon a time, but sometimes i forget some left hand bits. and i can do undertale, that ones fun. i cant play the whole song, but its rly fun.. i used to know an ending pretty well, but i didnt retain that unfortunately... and i know/have known bits and pieces of the rest of the ost. i knew some deltarune ones as well, and other songs in general too, obv. i wont describe every single song ive ever learned on the piano. i meant to talk about my bass. i just wanted to say that i miss feeling the sound in my body, when i played it with my chin resting on the top of it, i could feel it in my head + i could hear it more clearly. and it was better if i wore headphones at the same time (not playing anything thru them, just wearing them). the one song i knew rly well on bass is kind of embarrassing so i cant say it. its not that bad but you know. i knew some other songs, my proudest was um.. eighth wonder by lemon demon lol.. because i learned that one like 90% by ear :). and i learned the whole song! yay. i usually wouldnt learn whole songs, i wasnt that good okay..(+ im not someone who can like, sight read or anything. i cant really read sheet music at all, i mean, i know the basics but.....) i guess thats all i have to say. i should eat something.

I go on tumblr so I can look at one single post for upwards of 5 hours to make tags 3 people will read and yet I still am in full belief that I am getting more out of this than I ever did out of any of the college courses I took to pursue a "career" I am no longer simply surviving, but I have managed to realize and now actualize the skills I actually wanted to hone for my entire life and while I am not applying those skills to anything that far reaching just yet, the fact that I feel compelled to apply them anywhere at all is what matters. Once I figure out how to work sleep into this equation world domination is inevitable. I wish I had the ability to do research into reducing the amount of sleep needed for the human body, perhaps eliminating the need entirely so it becomes something only done when rest is truly needed, however I would only have the ability to do said research once I figure out how to cast curses and hexes so I can add a "This can never be used to increase the monetary value of any party ever at all for ever and ever amen" clause that makes anyone who even considers using it to schedule more hours for less pay head explode. It also makes anyone who schedules themself for more hours for the same amount of pay would probably also have their head explode too I think? Maybe if they schedule themself for more hours but for more pay, and at the larger expense of the company's income, they'd be fine? Maybe you could make your boss' head explode by asking for more hours, it's technically their decision... Hmm.. I think I should probably think about the fine print on that, the angelic "Just dont do it lol" way of doing things only really works when you're trying to be vague or ambiguous for a reason... Lucifer might have some pointers, but I hear he's pretty busy. Maybe he can recommend an agent or lawyer? Maybe im so bad at going to sleep because i need to figure out how to make sleep more in line with my weird ambitions.... If the lucid dreaming stuff if real, I suppose I could use it as a time to flesh out very hazy and rough mental concept art.... Eeh... I don't really like putting much stock in dreams... I suppose it's mostly an agency thing, maybe lucidity is what might fix that? Maybe I could more directly confront the world building concepts in my dreams, not in a "What does this mean for my subconscious" kinda way because fuck that, but in a, like, "Oooo you are in a spooky maze" "What is the maze made of?" "Uh... I don't know... stone?" "Like rough stone, cut stone, marble?" "Mmmarble... Yeah.. M--" "Who built the maze?" "Just do the fucking maze, this is supposed to be scary" "Surely someone built the maze, surely they had a reason for building the maze. I can't even know why I'd want to escape the maze until I learn why I'm in it or what's outside it. You have to answer my questions or I'll wake up right fucking now." kinda way. It should be fine to make those threats to myself? I don't think I'd take it super personally, I think I'd get it. I'd probably want to do the world building for myself anyway. I do wish I didn't have to sleep though. I wish I could just think of a good enough concept for a story about not needing to sleep that I'll reach some hidden truth and be able to make the concept work for real... Maybe I'll inspire someone to invent to torment nexus for me!! Man-made horrors of my comprehension!!! I think I'd be honored...

INFO DUMP NOW

PART 1 OF THE OV INFODUMP!

The Timeloop!

Tag list: @athenswrites @lili-loves-whump (ask to be added/removed for this 'mini' series)

Okay so the first thing you need to know about OV is that they exist in the base world of My Hero Academia as my own personal fan character. The second thing you need to know about them is that they are a loaded character.

The third thing you need to know about them is that they are in a timeloop. Before all else, I’m going to establish the timeloop and it’s functions so that way we have a foundation for everything else, and nobody is confused on certain aspects like ‘well why do they have insert thing so early at this point in insert timeline?’

It was caused in their first life (no duh) as part of a human experimentation project they were part of (more on that later) and is what makes them so fun to play around with. After their first death, the actual timeloop functions started working, kicked off in a way, triggered by the death and sent them into a pocket dimension caused by the timeloop. This is a place of rest, a place that they are able to access from every point onward but needed to be initially opened and unlocked. Anything that they put in there will stay there, everything inside the space of rest is protected from any and all resets.

This is also an area where they can access all previous memories via an interface, it acts as the ultimate data bank, a place where they can store memories, can save certain files and songs and whatever else ‘digital’ that they dont want to lose/cant go into the next timeline with, the actual space space acting as the safe area for anything physical.

For things like quirks, these are preserved through the timelines via a manifestation at the earliest point they ever got each quirk, so in the second timeline they have all the same quirks past the point they would’ve manifested in the first timeline without ever having gone through the experimentation.

This applies to things that affect them physically, things that make sense to suddenly show up, their quirks, tattoos, and strength/power is something that will show up for them in every single loop, however their scars won since they aren’t something artificial that has happened to them, the tattoos are the result of something foreign in their body, an ink that isnt there naturally, the quirks are caused by essentially the same thing, the strength and power build-up over time is something that just feels right to me as the writer, something tied into this function of the timeloop but not entirely caused by the same thing (we in the writer’s sphere refer to this as ‘it’s my story and I’ll do what I damn want’).

Their strength/power build up is another small point on it’s own, I’ll talk about that when it’s time for their abilities.

Now OV can remember everything from their past lives, however there are times where they can choose to leave certain memories behind, purposefully removing them from their brain and locking them away from themselves because it feels right, it wouldn’t be fair otherwise, any number of reasons. They are the only one who can remember these things, unless I, the writer, decide that it would be interesting if for one timeline there was the tiniest ever glitch in the system that allowed someone else access to some sparing memories really late in the timeline.

Within the timeloop’s functions is the ability to alter their own past/backstory. Because they’re an MHA oc and MHA takes place in Japan, there are plenty of timelines where they have decided they want to grow up in Japan, so before starting a new loop they can use the interface to alter some events that specifically pertain to them and their parents and that alone in order to alter their backstory. I should also mention every time the timeline is reset, they start over again at the age of 4 years old, the day after whatever the current day was when they died/decided the timeline had gone to shit and there was no choice but reseting early. This helps me as the writer with dates and ensures their birthday is 100% still their actal birthday even with all the timeloop shenanigans accounted for.

The purpose of this function of the timeloop is my own personal fun, I mean, how exactly would everyone else in the story react if they were actual royalty, had ties to the crown in a different country, and has personal relations to many high-up government officials and access to really high-class information?

* We take a small break so the author doesn’t write temselves to death. If you have any questions about this section please ask them now before we continue.