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shayyprasad · 3 months

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hi lovely! congrats on 100 followers again!

can i ask for a tom holland x singer!reader? with the following prompts?

jump, sender jumps on the reciever's back. + "you got me flowers?"

perfect | tom holland

thank you so much! i love this request it's so sickeningly cute ❤️

this is part of my 100 follower celebration, for which you can request here!

summary: you've just got back from tour, and tom's the first one waiting at the airport.

warning: none, just pure fluff!

pairing: tom holland x singer!reader

word count: 1.2k+ words

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you bounced on your heels anticipatingly, waiting for your luggage to appear on the baggage carousel. it had been 5 months, which was far too long, since you'd last seen your boyfriend (tom) in person. having just released your new album a less than a year ago, your manager had coaxed you into going on tour.

at first, you were hesitant, because 5 months was a long time. normally, whenever tom went somewhere for filming, you did too.

but what you hadn't expected, however, was for you to blow up so quickly. of course, you weren't complaining. just... processing. (you'd been processing for 2 years now.)

the thing you hadn't realized when you'd begun singing, was that with more fame, came more responsibility.

this was the 2nd tour you'd ever been on. you didn't dislike them by any means, they were just a lot. it had much to do with your overall endurance. because, no, you didn't like sleeping in hotels all the time, eating restraunt food everyday, dealing with paparazzi (not fans, paparazzi).

also, you didn't get tom time. talking over the phone did not count, by the way.

all you wanted was for your bag to come into your eyeline so you could grab it and get hugs. from tom, specifically. god, you missed him so much. you were sure he was the only thing keeping you sane the entire time.

without him, you weren't sure you'd be here. you smiled to yourself softly, just at the mere thought. your bodyguards were a couple feet away from you, as you requested.

tom was the one who insisted you hire them, for your safety. you didn't like them very much. okay, well, you didn't dislike them.

phil and barry were sturdy, tall, muscular men. not like tom-muscular. like, one-papercut-and-it's-over-muscular. you had nothing against them, it just felt like they were always (and you mean, always) there. constantly breathing on your neck, and you couldn't blame them.

it was their job, after all.

they do their's, and you do your's.

your phone buzzed in your back pocket, and you pulled it out. reading the contact, you couldn't help but grin at tom's name.

tom: hey love you getting bags rn? xx

y/n: yeah

y/n: sorry it's taking so long

y/n: wait do you think my bag got lost somewhere??

tom: i'm sure that's not the case darling

tom: just wait a bit more

tom: i cannot wait to see you i've missed you so so so so so much

y/n: me too bby

y/n: i love you smsm

tom: i love you too ❤️

you read the message over again before hearting it, pocketing the device. you pulled the hat down lower, looking up when one of the men grunted. if you were being honest, they looked the same with their shiny heads and dark, black sunglasses.

the man, be it phil or barry, grabbed something(s), they were 4, off the carousel. you sighed in relief, glad that they hadn't gotten lost. because while you could replace those things, it didn't mean that you wanted to.

you offered to carry one, because they were your bags, but they'd shook their heads gruffly, ending that conversation (it wasn't much of a conversation, anways). besides, you were too excited about seeing tommy to care that much.

you walked (jogged?) out of the baggage department and into the main area. you saw people holding up signs, many decorated with ribbons, sequins, and various bright colors.

you looked around with a huge smile on your face, trying to find tom. finally, you saw him by the side, holding up a giant poster that read the following; "my gorgeous, beautiful, amazing girl... you know who you are!"

letting out a yelp of happiness, you ran over to him, where he awaited you. tom stood with open arms and a matching expression, and you dived into his arms. squeezing him tightly, you totally didn't shed some tears into his shirt.

"jesus, darling, you have no idea how much i missed you," he gripped you a little tighter, not letting go.

"not more than i missed you!"

"um, i'm pretty sure i missed you more, pretty girl."

you pulled away just enough to look at him. and god, you had really missed those honey-brown eyes. you look a moment to look at him- no, to see him.

your eyes ran over his left eyebrow (the crazy one), to the curve of his lashes, to the freckles that faintly dotted his cheeks, before the crooked bridge of his nose (from having broken it so many times), and then back into those soft eyes of his.

running a hand through his curls, you rested your forehead against his. you dropped you hand to cup his cheek, and he wiped away a stray tear.

granted, it had only been a bit over 5 months, but you'd learned you couldn't live without him.

"how was the trip back, lovey?"

"it was okay. fine. didn't get any sleep though," you said, crinkling your nose. airplanes made you panic a bit, you wouldn't lie. and you could never make yourself eat anything with the motion-sickness, and tommy knew that.

"well, when we get home, i'm gonna give you all the cuddles and we can sleep together."

"i'm not sure if i have the energy for that."

tom groaned, but you knew it was endearingly, "no, baby, that is not what i meant."

"i'll never know."

he gave you another look.

"i wish you were there with me," you murmured.

"i wish i'd been there too, but love, i promise you, i watched them all live. stupid contracts," he muttered, "keeping me from my girl."

you laughed lightly, nudging your nose with his, "s'not your fault. you can't control when you've got to be on set filming. but i really love you for watching them."

tom looked at you quizzically, as you played with the collar of his shirt. "are you kidding? i couldn't completely miss my best girl's performance."

"'best girl'? i have competition?"

"a little. but i wouldn't worry too much," was all he said before he captured your lips into a sweet kiss, one that had been put off too long. you pulled at his hair at the base of his neck, trying to get more of him.

because after this long, no amount was enough.

before it got to heated, he pulled away, cupping your cheek, which you leaned into.

"i love you."

"i love you more."

"i love you most," tom countered, and you shook you head, too happy to disagree. because how on earth did you end up with a man like this?

you used to believe in the saying "no one's perfect", but clearly, whoever said that hasn't met tom.

you pulled away from him, not before pecking him one more time.

"let get going before traffic hits, shall we?" he bowed down slightly, offering his hand to you, which you took.

"yes, we shall."

"oh," he said, "by the way, i got these for you." he handed you a bouquet of pink carnations, your favorite. you squealed, jumping on his back.

"you got me flowers?"

"pretty flowers for my pretty girl."

"awww, you're such a romantic, i love it."

"it?" he asked, adjusting you on his back, "or me?"

"ugh," you pouted, squeezing his cheek, "you're so perfect."

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p4nishers · 2 months

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vimes realizing he's in love with vetinari. now that. hmm. listen. how long it took for him to ACTUALLY fall in love with sybil? oh he liked her, he loved her SO much, but he wasn't IN love with her till jingo. he just thought he was in love. (that doesn't mean he loved her any less or that their love is any less, it means he didn't know her, didn't really have the time for her till he made it so. till he wanted it. really, truly wanted it.) but what would it take for vimes to realizes he's in love with vetinari? well, to be honest with you, not one damn fucking thing. like vetinari's is quite literally the thing he's the MOST stubborn about. he only starts to begrudgingly like him in fucking THUD! that's the SEVENTH book in the watch series. like my man is NOT here to play about his feelings (or, what he'd like to think, the lack thereof) for vetinari. so, what would it TAKE??

another attempt on vetinari's life? this time a SERIOUS one? or vetinari ACTIVELY saving someone sam loves? like young sam? would that. would that ever happen and how would vimes feel about it?? or would it be bc of some kind of jealousy?? or or or OR WHAT

like this is driving me insane i cant fucking figure it out bc there's no universe for me where sam vimes isn't freakishly in love with his boss but how the actual FUCK does that happen and how do i get it thru his thick skull that it's happening??? HOW

what if they like go on ambassador shit together like idk to lancre (bc this is me we're talking abt what did u expect of COURSE imma bring the old women into this) (listen. yes vetinari wouldn't ever go bc why tf would he that's why he has fucking ambassadors and VIMES but. just give me this one thing please and thank you) and sybil outright refuses to go bc sam i have Things to Take Care Of and and you can jolly well run along and do your job and and and. right. yup. go on (she wants them to spent time together for fuck's sake what will it TAKE for them to stop this bloody silly dance already she is so so so tired of toxic yaoi. give her a break) and so they go and sam is perpetually angry bc his Emotional Support Wife basically kicked him out of the house and now he has to endure this bloody fucking trip with his boss who he has Feelings that he would rather not think about and vetinari keeps bloody smiling and being bloody cheerful and bloody handsome in the sunlight and– nope. Not Gonna Go There.

so anyway they arrive whatever it's fine but obviously there was some misunderstanding some (willful) spelling error on vetinari's part and turns out everyone thinks the patriarch and his HUSBAND came to the princess's wedding which is. fine. totally and utterly fine. everyone is suupper normal about it. especially since esme is marrying A Girl. wild, right? so you can imagine how vimes is feeling. how many walls has he punched? who knows we can never know (none bc vetinari Raised His Eyebrows and he had to settle for kicking a few trees and almost rolling down the mountain. Gracefully, of course).

obviously there's the There Was Only One Bed trope. obviously there's victorian woman having gay thoughts for the first time yearning (repressed). of course there's the beast (repressed. for now). of course there's a moonlight conversation which inevitably leads to the Slight Softening of Sam Vimes's Heart and the next day which turns out to be Sam Vimes's Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day. it's the evening before the wedding. a party. with nobs. and idiotic clothes and vetinari and stares and nosy witches and vetinari and awkward conversations and vetinari and vetinari asking (ordering) him to dance and oh shit oh fuck oh what the bloody shit is this why is the bastard SO GOOD+??!!??! does he practice has he practiced will he practice and want a partner– no. no. No. NOO not happening vimes is perfectly sane and Will Not Fucking GO THERE!!!

anyway of course shit happens. of course it ends with vimes and vetinari trudging thru the forest, drenched in rain and mud and fuck knows what else and both of them have fuck all idea about mountains and vimes is fucking Pissed bc his lordship shouldn't be here i dont need his lordship here this is bloody fucking daft. sir. and he gets nothing but that infuriating fucking smile in return and a "ah, but your grace, i am simply enjoying a brisk walk. i wasn't aware that was crime" and he's fucking COVERED in mud and his clothes are sticking to him and vimes had never actually seen him WET before and there's mud on his CHEEK and his hair is mussed and. vimes walks into a tree. gets tangled up in a few tree branches, perhaps. trips and falls flat on his ass, even. vetinari laughs at him in that way of his where he's not laughing but you can tell, deep down, he IS. and vimes is still pissed. and suddenly vetinari is helping him up and looking at him from up close with that expression of his that suggests he has inside jokes with himself and he. kisses him.

what the FUCK, right? well. surprise element and all that. vimes' first instinct obviously is to fucking fight him. then he's like. oh wait oh what the fuck. THEN he's like. vetinari is actually a good kisser and im gonna fucking faint. Actually. then vetinari pulls away and goes on business as usual like not a thing happened. if vimes wasn't so fucking dazed and tingling throughout his whole body he'd bash his skull in but well. he just stumbles after him and tries to not have a heart attack.

unfortunately he doesn't have time to think about it bc fucking CENTAURS attack them. yeah. it's not a pretty fight. by the time they get back to the castle vimes is angry and tired and his whole body feels like a bruise and he's STILL fucking thinking about that kiss but he's so tired he actively cannot fucking speak so instead of punching vetinari's perfect fucking face like he planned to he falls headfirst into their bed and goes the fuck to sleep. of course when he wakes up the bed is empty next to him and he remembers last nights events and he just looks and looks and looks at vetinari's side of the bed and has this horrible sick feeling like Uh Oh. i would do anything to see how he looks like asleep. how he looks like minutes after he wakes up. the weight of his body. vimes has the weird thought that he's actually JEALOUS of a fucking bed for feeling vetinari's weight and has to go walk around the castle 5 times. while in his drawers. it's...he could've been more diplomatic about it, is all.

so he spends the whole day in this out of body shock and avoids the fuck out of vetinari and instead goes to do literally anything he can. he talks to shawn. he talks to hodgesargh. he talks to the princess about love and freaks the absolute fuck out. he tears out every root in the entire back garden in a burst of mania. he walks up and down the mountains. he eventually ends up talking to nanny and she implements her bottomless wisdom on him ('fine lad you got there, your graciousness, wanna share 'im? oh, come on i'm just having laugh no need to be like that. you wanna lock it down, if you ask me, that whole fruit basket is RIPE wink wink') which makes him reevaluate his entire life and walk up and down more fucking mountains.

this leads him. nowhere. he hasn't figured out SHIT. he doesn't even know WHAT he's supposed to be figuring out but it sure as shit something and he has this insistent urge to see vetinari but also he WILL punch a wall if he sees him with his entire Unaffected Self so he goes and roams the halls of the castle and he's going room from room searching for something he doesn't even know about until he comes across quiet voices talking and he looks inside and it's bloody fucking vetinari comforting esme's fiancee, nina, and he just. watches. he never knew vetinari could be so gentle. and it's bc he doesn't have to pretend with nina. she doesn't know who he is just that he saw her struggling with some sewing and he helped and they got to talking and she opened up about her fears for being a queen someday and he was just SO kind. and as sam watches this he quietly, quietly realizes that he's in love. and it doesn't hurt him, not like he thought it would. maybe it will, eventually, but this, seeing vetinari like this, doesn't hurt. it can't.

he walks away before he can be seen (though, no doubt, vetinari already sensed him) and just. goes and has a cigarette and tries very hard not to make a big deal out of it. but it is a big deal. and he cant tell anyone.

so its the night of the wedding, ceremony blah blah blah its all a blur until vetinari intertwines their fingers as they walk down the aisle as guests of honor and vimes' whole world narrows down to that one point of contact until vetinari drops it again as they sit down and blah blah blah its the reception the brides are flushed and dancing and happy and happy and vimes is watching them and thinking of his own wedding and also vetinari vetinari vetinari and then of course vetinari stands next to him and he's more scared than he's ever been in his life and vetinari takes his hand again and it is So Over for vimes. they fucking hold hands while saying nothing and it kills vimes but also it's the most alive he's ever felt and maybe there wont ever be more than this but if he has this he'll be fine. and he is. and they are. the end.

so what i'm saying with this is. maybe vimes just needs a few quiet moments where he can see glimpses of vetinari he hadn't let himself see before and also he needs to be hit over the head with feelings otherwise it wont work. vetinari NEEDS to make the first move bc our dear duke will never. ever ever. he doesn't even let himself THINK he wants it he won't do it unless vetinari Plagues him with the Images.

#is this anything #samuel vimes #havelock vetinari #vetvimes #discworld #gnu terry pratchett #terry prachett #for timeline im thinking hmmm after thud! but before snuff? maybe?

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nobody-is-here01 · 1 month

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back on my bullshit, (im here to spam you Marine Luffy stuff)

Thinking about Marine Luffy’s dynamic with the 7 warlords and it's one of the funniest things ever.

Boa Hancock is going to get her own post because I have SO MUCH to say about her and Canon! Luffy along with Marine Luffy’s dynamic with her.

Anyway, personal headcanons of what I think Marine Luffy and the Warlords dynamics are.

Doflamingo: Luffy is usually the one who during Warlord meetings has to deal with Doflamingo’s bullshit. This is partially because Luffy is the only thing that really puts the fear of god back into Doflamingo. Also, Marine luffy is absolutely feral, and terrifying, and does indeed bite. I think in some twisted ways Luffy in this AU reminds Doflamingo of when he's younger. In some fucked up way of trying to cope with trauma Doflamingo tries to simulate situations that he went through as a kid to see how Luffy reacts. To see if things had been a bit better, if things had been different, if Doflamingo could have been a better person. The Dressrosa Arc still happens in this AU except a bit later. As Doflamingo’s tyrant rein finally falls he realizes that “huh maybe we never were that similar…”

(I have no idea if this AU is a Crocomom AU or not but I’ll go ahead and write up how it would go in either situations.)

Crocodile: Dynamic is definitely more cold and distant than in an AU where Crocodile is Luffy’s other parent. Luffy is seen as a threat, and Crocodile has at least 15 different drawn-up plans on how to deal with him. (none of these plans would actually work in practice.) The dynamic is pretty much just business, you leave me be I’ll leave you be.

Crocomom: Similar to the first one. Except the first time he meets Luffy and he hears that he's Garp's grandkid he's freaking the fuck out. Because holyshit, that's his alive, grownup, kid. Crocodile has no idea how to explain to Luffy that like “hey im your biological mother, now a man, hahaha…” So Crocodile simply doesn't. (The two of them do have a heart-to-heart much later alone in Impel down during the breakout.)

Moria: Honestly I don't have much to say about him. Luffy absolutely hates Hogback and Absolom though. So Luffy has a dislike for Moria and what he does. But Moria out of all the warlords not including Kuma is the easiest to deal with, so that earns him some brownie points.

Kuma: Im not sure if you caught up with the latest chapters. (specifically his backstory chapters) so I will be staying silent for now as not to spoil anything for you.

Mihawk: Mihawk is both intrigued and concerned at the beginning. Because that is Shank’s hat, and Shank’s kid. Why is Shank’s brat in the Marines?? Mihawk also like all the other warlords tends to use Luffy as some form of a coping mechanism. It's not uncommon to hear about Luffy and Mihawk getting into another physical fight. But after a while, Mihawk does realize that he has been accidentally treating Luffy as if he is Shanks. Mihawk realizes that he can't force Luffy to become his new sparring partner. Luffy is not Shanks, and he can't fill that hole either. After Marine Ford Mihawk reads the news regularly, a rare grin on his face whenever he catches sight of a straw hat.

Jinbei: That is Luffy’s emotional support parental figure your honor! The only one who is normal, safe, and sane. Also, the only one to look at Luffy and go “Are you okay?? I don't think healthy humans are supposed to act like that.” Also, the one to get Luffy to open up and heal slowly after Marineford. Also Luffy definitely knows the full truth of what happened to Fisher Tiger in this AU, so yeah that's something.

(I am so sorry, this is a really long post 💀)

Aaaahhhhhh!!! I've missed you and your bullshit bombarding my asks!

I love how with each dynamic all of them are also like, 'alright this kid is fucked up, keep an eye on him' but for different reasons

So here are some of my thoughts on what Marine Luffy’s relationship is with the warlords (love yours so much)

Crocodile : so unfortunately not a coco-mom au, like you said their relationship is strictly business, Luffy doesn't really care for the warlords as long as they don't get in his way.

Domflamingo : Luffy finds him kinda annoying so he tries to avoid any situation where he would meet him, unfortunately he can't at warlord meetings, but he's tried, probably one of the only warlords Luffy wouldn't mind punching out of the blue, dude would punch him without reason (gets away with it too)

Kuma : (no sadly not that far yet but I know a bit of his background not much though) but Luffy likes him

Moria : almost the same relationship as Domflamingo, except he just straight up avoids him, unless he has to deal with Moria then he will and he'll do it quickly

Mihawk : one of the few warlords Luffy actually respects, he admires his fighting and his character, granted it annoyed him a bit to constantly be reminded of Shanks, like you said he also like the other warlords used luffy as some form of coping, but after he realized what he did he stopped and him and Luffy kinda became like gossip buddies, like they'd hang out whenever Mihawk was in the area, but Luffy wouldn't actively seek him out, Mihawk would have to come to him if he wanted someone to talk to or spar with,

Jimbe : only warlord and person that Luffy actually likes from the warlords, yes he likes Mihawk, but Jimbe is different, Luffy has a sort of awe for Jimbe and felt very honored to know about him and his past with Fisher Tiger, Jimbe is the only one who knows that Luffy secretly wishes he was a pirate instead of a Marine, when Jimbe asked why Luffy didn't just become a pirate now Luffy replied saying that he's made so many promises to the people he protects that he doesn't want to go back, not now at least, Jimbe is also the only one who knows about Ace and Sabo and how much Luffy misses them and how proud he is of them

absolutely love your asks 🩷

Have aa good day/night

#one piece #my asks #marine luffy #monkey d luffy #seven warlords #sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #jimbei

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springonmytraptillicomeback · 1 month

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you. Clafry headcanons.

Sir yes sir!

Okay what I want to start with is basically William fucking hated Clay at first. Clay was taking up his time with Henry, yadda yadda, jealousy. But then after a while, William subconsciously started thinking of Clay as “special”. Henry likes Clay. Henry must have a reason for liking Clay and enjoying his company. Because of this, William kinda becomes obsessed with Clay, but not in the worshipping way he is for Henry, in a “why-the-fuck-does-God-like-you” way. He becomes obsessed with figuring out what is special about Clay. After a while, his view of Clay is kinda forced into a better light because of Henry. Will would ask Henry some not so suspicious questions about Clay, like what Henry thought about Clay, what he thought was so special about Clay, etc etc. Henry’s answers were usually all pretty positive (Clay’s nice, he’s fun to hangout with, he’s funny, etc). This shifts William’s view of Clay because Henry’s word is law to him.

Clay, on the other hand, was always fond of William. He thought Will was smart, and he was a bit faggy for William’s extremely outgoing, flamboyant, and dramatic portrayal.

Henry was the chain between the two, if that makes sense. He like William because he and William get each other in a way he feels like no one else does, he like Clay because of also a little bit of the same reason, but Clay also feels like a “normal” part of his life. Clay is probably the most sane and normal between the three, and Henry wants to be seen as sane and normal so he thought hanging out with Clay would help.

Both William and Clay see Henry as some sort of religious being in their lives. William sees Henry as God, more on that. Clay sees Henry as more of a religious guidance, kinda like a guardian angel, going to him for advice, comfort, protection, etc.

As the three got closer, William ultimately took a tolerance to Clay, being an attention whore man who always liked attention, he never denied the opportunity for more

Clay would go over to Fredbear’s on his breaks and the three would bond over broken marriages, not exactly knowing how to be fathers, and a general feeling of somehow being “different” or an outcast. They’re all neurodivergent and queer In some way, William’s autistic, queer both gender and sexuality wise, Henry’s honest idk I have decided, maybe NPD, and gay, Clay has ADHD and he’s bi. But none of them know any of that so they all bond over being different and not knowing the fuck why how romantic <3

uuuhahaggg that’s all I can think of for now but bet ur bottom dollar that I’ll be back with more

#henry emily #william afton #willry #clay burke #clafry #Or #yk #emburton #Idk idk #fnaf #headcannons #glitch-1983 #inbox #ask

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yelling-space · 6 months

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sex hcs

// Might be a lil heavy 4 a first post idk??? thought it be a good indicator of what u can expect from me in relation 2 each charter encase that's sming u want 2 avoid tho,

so enjoy this short summary the Main 4s feelings on/relationship with sex and daans here 2 for some reason

none the left over colours fitted Enki so i made him pink 2 spite him

Cw :(Impyed) child prostitution + s/a

Cahara

-whore by birth,slut by choise

-has a hate-love relationship with sex(regardless position) and kinda treats it like a "get out of jail free" card, rellised from a young age the amount of horrble suitions he can get out of if he opens his mouth a lil wider and swings his hips a little

-can be pear pressured/guilted into agreeing 2 sex + for as mutch as hes into and enjoys sex he feels so gross and unclean and not comfy in his own skin after regadles who its with (he will internaly throw up and try 2 rip his skin of if you call him "exotic")

-will cry if he has totally normal fully consensual sane safe sex w a partner/ his wife

-doesnt understand the religious belifes of immodesty or sodomy esply when those higher up dont tend 2 practice what they preach , OPPOSITE of a prude , open whore.

D'arce

-closeted butch top that didnt realize her desire to fuck pretty men was actually her lesbian soul shining through

-lotta her,,,less practical ,vewis on sex stem from deep rooted homophba + was 2 goal oriented and determined 2 became a knight 2 even think about or consider it before espacping the dugon

-full heartedly believed all women harbour a disgust 4 the male sex organ and that coupes just did not have sex endless it was 2 convive a child , as you can imagine she was in for a surprise when discovering that was not the case.

-horrifically inexperienced and guided by her desire to dominate, and thus becomes known for owning The Scary Strap" that medieval men are afraid of

Enki

-Dead body fucker. That Necromancy spell is NOT going to just go too waist ,

-not all that interested in sex in general and never really saw any reason to engage with it when spell books are literally RIGHT there . saying that he most definitely gets of on having something completely under his control regardless what end the "fucked-fucking" scale he's on

- not really into sex with living people + how he's probably kind of inexperienced due to an isolated upbringing hence the want for control over puppeteering a sexual partner (dead body), or the high he gets off inflicting acts of sadism given how his ideas of intimacy have been twisted from childhood

-100%%%%%%% a fucking freek btw just cuz hes not 2 instered in sex dosnt mean hes not a fucking freek man fucks dead people and probs vry mutch into s/m

Rag

-wife kink. you don't understand how much he loves his wife.

-probs thinks sex is something shared between two lovers and is something meant 2 be full of affection and enjoyed by both party's

-probs see's s/a being viewed as something incredibly disrespectful, cowardly and the abuser deserve of death getting his shit kicked in (this is funny because i like 2 imagen rag starts projecting his dead wife onto cahara when he starts 2 lose it in the dungeon)

-did not know sex work existed or brothels were a thing, got jump scared by it when taking cahra back 2 see his wife with the others , he was vry confused and not rly sure where he was MENT 2 look so spent most the time with his eyes glued to the floor, celling or his friends faces (he respects women even if he's not rly sure what's going on)

Daan

-lil sex adictic freek , dosnt even realy enjoy sex that much,just so used 2 it being apart his life hes not entirely sure what 2 do without it,+allows himself to ast least feel incontrol the situion (for once in his life) cus he knows what the goal is and faster he gets it over with faster he'll be left to his own devices again.

-sex is all he rly knowns and grown up around, as well as one the only things hes ever seen actually be meaningful to anybody,regardless there relationships with there partner. but it feels like its something he owes people/doesnt really enjoy it regardless if he acrly wants it or not.

-dosnt proply understand how relationships work or that there's more 2 them then just sex (or that people could even *want* him for more then sex for that matter)

-sex was allways seen as something transactional or something for control - cant have any of that with fagcat, but can at least indulge in it in a way that makes him feel like he's way 2 finally has some small aspect control his life again.

-Honesty like ¾ his sex life is just him being abused by Pocketcat

#cw implied child abuse #fear and hunger #I hate all them btw #Cahara🤝Daan it's not rape if I don't say no but also don't say yes #cahara #enki #ragnvaldr #D'arce #daan #daan von dutch #Funger #fear and hunger termina #Pocketcat #stupid rambles

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confessionbrain-writings · 2 years

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Check, please? - Henry Cavill (Grand Suite part one)

Summary: You work with your bestie at a bar when you spot Henry drinking with his mates. Both of you are a fan of him and his work, you quickly share your thoughts about him. What you didn’t know was that he overheard you…

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Warnings: Swearing, maybe implied smut? Furthermore none

Word count: approx. 1,6k

A/N: Hi there babes. I wanted to try to write something shorter than I did so far so here this one goes. English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies for typos or mistakes. Feedback is very welcome! [update nov 15th | due the asks, comments and love this is now turned into a miniseries and can be read here]

“No you didn’t! You are fucking lying you bitch!” You half whispered half shouted at Jenny, her eyes so wide and big you could see the whites around her irises. She squeezed your hands again which she held in a tight grip.

“I shit you not and swear it on my most expensive vibrator. Henry fucking Cavill is drinking out there with his mates!” She hissed and glanced over her shoulder and you followed her gaze. Holy mother of shit balls.

The handsome man with his godlike body, sharp jawline and bright sky-blue eyes, who you’ve been fantasizing about since seeing him at first in The Witcher (after that in loads of movies) and had now enveloped this massive crush on, was indeed drinking with his mates at the table in the corner of the pub where you and Jenny worked.

As you gaped at him you squeezed your co-workers hands back and squealed with your mouth closed so the customers at the bar couldn’t hear your little freaking-out-fan-girl moment.

“Okay Jojo, keep it together,” she breathed as you straightened your back, “he’s just a normal person, just like us, just out drinking with his mates.” You narrowed your eyes and nodded as she brushed her hands down on her thighs.

“Yeah duh, totally fine. It’s just a person who also happens to be Geralt of Rivia, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson, August Walter and all the other cuntpuddling characters!” You hissed and Jenny snorted loudly at your statement and you shook your head. “Keep telling that yourself Jen, but I’ll definitely be having trouble to keep my mind sane.”

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It was a crowded evening which thankfully took your mind off from wondering and fantasizing about the handsome man too much. The brief moments you could glance his way you saw him sipping his drink and having conversations with his friends which were joyful as you could tell by his smiles and gleaming eyes. Even when you had turned your back at him while preparing an order you could hear his bright, broad laughter rumble all the way across the bar which gave you goosebumps.

Jenny coming around the bar to bring in the empty glasses or to retrieve your prepared orders kept lingering a few moments so you could have a small chat and exchange both of your thoughts and fantasies.

“Oh but what about that moment Geralt was in the brothel and fucked that woman for three days straight!” Jenny whispered and you nodded at her, recalling the image of him as Geralt, laying in that bed all greasy and sweaty and only covered by a thin sheet.

While drying a wine glass in your hand you replied, “Oh how I wish I was that woman…”

She shook her head and sighed. “I know right! Imagine all the things he would do with you and that for three whole fucking days.”

“What about the bathtub scene in Superman? If he would do that to me the bath would only be filled half with water and the other with my arousal,” you smirked as you filled another tray with drinks for Jenny to serve.

“Ha my God, Joanne you filthy, thirsty bitch,” Jenny playfully smacked your arm while she returned your smirk.

“Let’s not forget the August arm pumps in Mission Impossible tho,” she said and you gasped as you turned your back at her to fill two glasses of wine.

“Ah shit, yeah. That was hot. Talking about arms, that video of him putting that pc together. My. My. I would definitely walk around with a pc logo on me so he could take me apart!”

You half turned to place the glasses of wine onto the tray when you saw that Jenny’s eyes went wide, her brows rose as she bit her lip, trying to hide her smile as she glanced behind you. Your brows furrowed at her expression and then felt the blood drain from your face as you felt someone’s presence behind you.

Oh no. Please don’t tell me -

“Uh hi, can I have the check, please?” You knew that voice. You’ve heard it so many times by now that you could’ve dreamed it. You whirled around so fast your head spun for a moment and there he was. Shit. You were sure that he had heard the two of you talk or at least what you said about allowing him to take you apart…

The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could even think. “Oh fuck me…”

He raised one eyebrow and crossed his arms over his broad chest as you quickly cleared your throat.

“Hi! Yeah of course!” Your voice suddenly two octaves higher and from the corner of your eyes you could see Jenny quickly making her way back into the bar with the tray of drinks, leaving you alone to handle with this awkward situation, the bitch.

Handing him the check you tried to keep your breath steady as your heart hammered in your chest and took him in. You knew that he was tall and big, but standing now so close towering over you as he scribbled his signature on the check made your insides turn into liquid. The denim shirt hugged his body in all the right places, bracing his muscular biceps and showing a bit of his curly-haired-covered chest due the unbuttoned top.

He cleared his throat which made you snap up your gaze and realized he caught you staring. Great.. fucking great. First he overheard you and now caught you drooling over him, way to go Joanne..

He put the pen down and shoved one hand into his pocket. You crinkled your nose while holding your breath as you could feel the heath scorch back, flushing your cheeks.

“Look I don’t know what you exactly heard but I’m really sorry about what I said, that was not appropriate.”

A chuckle escaped his mouth as he eyed you down. “Don’t worry about it…” he cocked his head, waiting for your response.

“Joanne,” you answered.

“…Joanne,” he parroted and just stared. “You’re cute. I’ll take it as a compliment.” You swallowed and smiled at him and felt the creeping awkwardness ease from your stomach.

“Good, you should because it is a compliment, even when it was… kind of inappropriate.”

The familiar rumble of his laugh reached your ears and you had to suppress a shudder from running down your spine.

He returned your smile and shoved the check your way and as you reached out for it to pull it towards you he halted your movement by placing his hand over yours and stared at you.

You almost yelped at the feeling of his warm, big hand covering yours and the intensity of his stare. The stare of Henry fucking Cavill, you couldn’t believe it. He was standing right there, right before you, his hand covering yours. Heart pounding aggressively in your chest, adrenaline pumping through your veins, heat coiling in your stomach as you stared right back. You were already impressed by him by just seeing him on a screen but having him standing so close in real life, touching you, you froze like a deer in headlights.

His oh so handsome lip curled up as he leaned forward. Hypnotized by him you mirrored his action and watched him.

“You know, speaking of inappropriate, I would love to take up on your offer…” His deep voice now only just above a whisper so only you could hear it. The hairs in your neck stood right up and you felt like your heart would jump right out of your chest. Offer? What offer did he—

He saw your questionable face and tapped the check. “Just let me know,” he winked at you and went back to his friends who were already at the door waiting for him.

Your eyes were glued to him, still frozen onto the spot while your mind tried to keep up with what happened. Just before he left he glanced over his shoulder, smirked and winked again just before he stepped over the threshold.

The tightness in your chest eased as you released a breath you didn’t even know you were holding and wiped your forehead.

What the fuck did just happen?! Did it happen? Were you dreaming? Still a bit shocked you looked down at the check to find out he wrote something beside his signature.

You had to be fucking kidding me right now. Scribbled next to his signature was the name of the hotel around the corner and a number which you guessed was the number of his room. Eyes widening your hand flew to your chest as your offer chimed in your head.

I would definitely walk around with a pc logo on me so he could take me apart.

Jenny walked- well more likely almost ran - back to the bar and slammed the empty tray onto the bar. “Girl!” She breathed and took in your shocked face.

“Oh my God, what did he say? Are you okay? You look..”

“I think he invited me to his room,” you interrupted and looked at the check beneath your hand.

“WHAT!” She bursted out and quickly covered her mouth and apologized to the people around.

“No way! You’re going?” Her eyes were just as wide as they were when she announced that she spotted him.

Still a bit shocked you shook your head and stared back, “I… I don’t know?”

“Oh Jojo, I’m sorry, that sounded like a question. You’re going.”

For a split second you just stared at each other in silence and then a broad smile appeared on both of your faces, words sinking in.

“Oh fuck yeah, I’m going."

A/N 2: follow up can be read right here 👉 Consequences🔥 [update nov 15th | due the asks, comments and love this is now turned into a miniseries and can be read here]

#henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry x reader #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x you

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snailsgoingdowntown · 2 years

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Breathe in, Breathe out

Kinktober day 2: Yan! Childe x Afab! Reader – knife play

Warnings: general yandere themes, toxic relationship, toxic behavior, unhealthy mindset, obsessive behavior, implied use of physical violence.

Nsfw warnings: Knife play, unprotected vaginal sex, fingering, lube, dub-con, slight teasing, implied breeding kink.

Please tell me if I missed any so I can add the warnings. By reading the warnings above and choosing to continue onwards, you have given consent to read what is below.

Disclaimer: I do NOT condone any of the actions or behaviors that take place in this piece of fiction. None of this should be considered romantic or even normal as it is extremely toxic and dangerous.

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Breathe in.

Breathe out.

It’s as easy as that – or it should be. But it’s hard to stay calm when Childe keeps gilding the blade of his knife over your skin. It takes everything in you to keep your nerves calm, body relaxed as he stares you down. He isn’t human, you realized far too late into your relationship. But there’s nothing you could really do about it right now, not when his bed is your cage, and his limbs your chains.

The only thing you could do was accept it. It’s easier, that way.

“You feeling alright there, (name)? You look a bit… scared,” he laughs, grip on the knife’s handle sturdy. The blade gleams under the candlelight.

“I’m… I’m fine. But, if I may ask, is the meaning of this?” You nod your head towards the knife he’s currently holding over your stomach. “I’m not… I’m not sure if I trust you with… a weapon…” you trail off, Childe gliding the blade over the valley of your breasts. The cool steel against your warm skin – it horrifies you and you think you’re going to be sick.

Childe doesn’t respond immediately, instead humming while sliding the blade down your skin, taking in the sight. Sometimes, you wonder if he were to give into his intrusive thoughts – slicing you open like an animal carcass, seeing what’s inside. What’s worth taking. Morbid curiosity that scares you on a daily basis – he says he loves you, but it harms you more than anything.

“You’re so pretty,” he starts, smiling like a man in ‘love’ – but his eyes speak louder, a crazed obsession swirling in them. “You’re so pretty that sometimes I want to take that beauty away, you know? But obviously, I barely think about that. I don’t actually enjoy hurting you… much.”

It’s the way he smirks, the way his eyes light up with glee that sends your mind spiraling into fear. But you try not to think much about that, not right now. You try to imagine that he’s someone else – someone loving, someone that genuinely cares for you, someone sane.

You don’t say anything – you can’t – so you leave him to his own devices once more. And he does just that, licking his lips as he drags the blade all the way down to your belly button. It tickles now, and when he trails it all the way back up to your collar bone slowly, you find it hard to breathe. He knows this. He always knows. Childe enjoys your predator and prey type relationship.

But you hate it.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

“Such a pretty body… adorable,” he whispers mainly to himself. Your body trembles like a leaf in the wind. “Hey now, you might want to stay still… no telling if I might accidentally cut you. you don’t want that, right?”

You’re only able to nod, and despite that, you can’t control your body still. You feel so hopeless. And he loves it.

With a drawn-out sigh, clearly made in amusement, he brings up his left hand to his mouth. You watch, curious on what was going on in that unpredictable mind of his. Using his teeth, he pulls his glove off, making eye contact with you the entire time. You’re torn between finding it attractive or horrifying.

After dropping the glove, he looks behind him, where the nightstand is. Leaning over to reach it, the knife dangles above you. You can hear him open a drawer, but your attention is solely on the knife threatening to plunge into your chest.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

“Kyaa!”

The feeling of something cold and slimy being teased into you startles you. quickly, you draw your legs up to your chest, sitting up, arms supporting your eight. There’s a laugh, an honest to God laugh, the knife now gone at his side. It takes you a second to realize it’s his finger covered in lube – something he’s done before, although rarely. It takes you a second to settle down, calming your racing heart.

“Ah, that was so cute… my dear (name) is so cute…” Childe coos, sliding in two fingers. It stings, even with the lube, and you’re grateful he lets you adjust, for once. But it doesn’t last long, not before he starts to pump the digits in and out slowly at first, studying your expressions. Pain, pleasure, fear, it doesn’t matter to him – as long as they were directed towards him, for him.

An attention whore.

“Relax baby… it won’t feel good if you’re all tensed up.” Childe smiles sweetly at you, acting like this was normal. Like you weren’t a prisoner rather than a lover. You don’t say anything, don’t even look at him, opting to close your eyes instead. It makes everything a bit more bearable. Easier.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

When he curls his fingers to hit that oh so sweet spot, you see stars – despite how much you hate him, how much you want to kill him, you can’t deny he knows your body the best. Even if you didn’t consent to it.

“Such a cute little pussy you have… always takes my fingers in so nicely. Always willing to take my cock in so nicely too.” The thrusting of his fingers make you squeal and moan, a hand covering your mouth soon after. Childe doesn’t say anything about it, probably doesn’t even notice it, eyes focused on your cunt taking his fingers like nothing. Lube truly does work wonders.

Your eyes shoot open when you feel cool steel against your skin. That’s it, really – horror written all over your face while he drags the blade across your belly again and again, jaded ocean eyes watching your face closely. A smirk is present on his face, and for once, you’re slightly happy to see it. Because it’s a teasing smirk, one that shows he’s just ‘playing around’ – not out for blood.

It does little to ease your anxiety.

“Such a pretty expression.”

He doesn’t like to use condoms, doesn’t like the idea that there’s a possibility he can’t impregnate you. He’s a family man after all, a family a must for him. Little versions of you running around the house, a loving family he goes home to – a far cry from the reality created.

However, the sight of your cunt taking his dick with no difficulty can only make him wish for a happier future with you. Strong yet slow thrusts that have your legs straining, hips subconsciously bucking into his for more. He loves you like this; loves how much you try to fight the pleasure you’re going to give into eventually. It always happens like this – you, putting up a fight, holding back your facial expressions and moans that he sees as a challenge.

He knows you want more, physically, that you want him to thrust into you unhinged like he usually does. It’s faster that way and provides more clit stimulation for you. So, he does everything that makes you frustrated, makes you mumble into his shoulder about how he should go faster. How he should give you what you want at least once in his life.

Childe was selfish, extremely so, which is why as he slowly thrusts into you, he can only hope that you’ll find him more endearing, in some way.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere childe #yandere childe x reader #childe smut #genshin smut #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader

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shotmrmiller · 1 day

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ok well when you put it that way then sure soap WOULD be the one “sane” one (none of them are.) but gaz would act the most normal ok

what am i to do?? bring a brick shithouse of a man around who’s just as broody as i am?? or the loudest motherfucker you’ll ever meet in your life. or maybe peepaw

maybe ill just go hit on laswell fuck those men

anyways got some cute pics of plinko thought id share <3

isn’t she soooo pretty i love my girl cat <3 (we kidnapped her she was def someone’s cat but she was so skinny and she followed me inside how could i not)((it’s been over a year and it’s prob not the same tortie so dw about it))(((she’s staring at my type from above I looked back and her eyes are so big like ma’am what cruelties of nature and man have you seen in your lifetimes)))

laswell's wife would prob skin you. i suppose that's fair. you ain't gotta tell kyle to behave more than twice unlike certain men

plinko's pupils are always like two pissholes in the snow cuz she takes in a lot of info but then doesn't process any of it.

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itskeej · 3 months

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draw the vampire squad I need to see them noW

(fun fact I'm that one anon that asked for ur OC lore cuz I don't have toyhouse lmao I still don't)

well. there they are. some info that i do got about each under the cut:

Victor

The eldest physically, but the youngest vampire.

Ex-priest. He's perpetually pissed off at Luciano for turning him, as he can no longer step foot inside of a church without it hurting him gravely.

Very bitter about the fact his soul was (probably) saved yet he still exists like this. The entire vampire bit is a struggle for him, to put it mildly...

He has totally prayed before a meal of blood only to accidentally bless it, essentially poisoning himself. He has never done it again since.

He is also the reason Luciano has his cross-shaped scar on his forehead! The first time they met, Victor freaked out and smacked him in the forehead with it. It was night time, dark, and his glowing eyes scared the shit out of Victor. It was the first thing he thought of—

Often tries to avoid hunting until the last possible second, right before his hunger-induced bloodlust kicks in. He hates being a vampire that deeply, so he puts it off as much as he can.

Somehow, he's the strongest vampire of the bunch, much to Jacyn's dismay. It feels like Victor has wasted potential. While the others get moody and a little more violent when starved, Victor turns into a whole other man entirely. You'd think that'd be enough convincing for him to keep himself fed on time, but apparently not...

Jacyn

The eldest vampire. He's been around the longest. It shows in his skin with how sickly it appears. Luciano likes to bug him about it.

Definitely let himself get turned thinking immortality would solve some problems of his (it did not). What problems? I've yet to work that one out.

Very much wants power. He's sort of "asserted" himself as the head of their dysfunctional house, it sporting his last name. None of them really care, so it wasn't much of a fight.

Believes humans to be beneath immortal beings. Their mortality places them a step below someone like him. This was not the belief he held before wanting to turn, though.

Much more violent than the other three solely due to not being afraid of getting his hands dirty. He likes to play to his natural strengths, and blood-drinkers... well, they have inhuman levels of natural strength.

Luciano

Second youngest vampire.

As probably very evident by now, he's quite the pest. He's always poking his nose into other people's business or making playful (or what he believes to be playful, at least) jabs at the others. He's quite fond of Victor, while Victor... it's complicated. He hates him, but he feels like he needs to get used to him being around.

Vain... his appearance physically is one of the most important things to him. Dirty his clothes and he'll kill you. Maybe even literally, depending on the garment. Arguably his biggest downfall—he's cried to Hellena about a torn cloak before, to paint a better picture.

Very care-free attitude. He's often out mingling with the night-life of their town.

He views humans like fodder, often referring to them as such and treating them the same way a human would speak about animals.

Drank the blood of someone on drugs once... never again. Not because he'd mind doing it again, but because none of the house knew how to handle a high vampire.

Hellena

Second eldest vampire and second eldest physically.

The easiest tolerated by Victor. The two of them will sometimes sit and talk.

LITERALLY THE MOST SANE IN THIS GODFORSAKEN HOUSE. Between Victor's constant self-loathing, Jacyn's desire for violence, and Luciano... being Luciano, she's so incredibly normal about things.

Drinks her blood though fancy cups! Instead of feeding all at once, she spaces it out. She just prefers it that way, hehe.

She's not sure what she's going to do with her eternity... it's depressing to her, the time she has set out before her. So, quietly, she's trying to find a sense of purpose, a personal journey that's been going on for many, many years.

Sometimes she feels like she's parenting the rest of them. It's exhausting... but, admittedly, humerous. If anything else, she's content to make sure the other three don't somehow manage to kill themselves.

Despite her appearance, she's not that worried about things like ruining her clothes. Possessions and the like are easily replaced and fixed.

Smokes cigarettes. Her lungs don't suffer. She used to as a human and that habit carried over.

As you can see, Victor is definitely the most fleshed out so far LMAO, he's the first one I made and the first I've done rp with among friends, so I've got more knowledge about him. u_u

The others, I'll have more detailed info for in time! >:)

#keej answers #tumblr ask #anonymous #original characters #ocs #my oc #my ocs #vampire #vampire oc #dark prometheus #clip studio paint #my art #artists on tumblr

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hekate1308 · 8 months

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Prompt: “Don’t worry, I got you.”

Fandom: Endeavour

Pairing: Morse/Jakes

Now, Peter had never had anything to do with magic and madness and everything in between. As a matter of fact, if not for the childhood that he was very much pretending had never happened because it was the only way to stay sane, he had lived a very normal life until now. Even joining the police had been more a spur of a moment decision than anything else, although he couldn’t say he minded.

That said, he had not been working with DI Thursday for long before he heard the rumours swirling around. No surprise there – it would have been impossible to ignore them.

A little queer, they said – him and his entire family. But really, could it be a surprise? Taking in the child of an old friend of Mrs. Thursday’s when she had died, that was one thing. But keeping him when it turned out he had magic, allowing him to stay with their children, and even now still living with them when he was grown and working for those strange people at the Guard, that was more than just foolish that was dangerous. PC Toppins had had to go to their house once, and there had been a goblin – draw to magic, all creatures were, and the Thursdays did nothing about it…

Peter did his best to ignore all of that. After all, what did it have to do with him? DI Thursday’s private life was his private life, and if anything, taking in a child for no other reason they had known their mother was a very selfless thing to do. Not that those colleagues who let their mouths run away with them saw it that way.

Still, it was none of his business.

Until it became one.

Usually, when he picked DI Thursday up, he went and waited in the car, not intent on interrupting family breakfast, no matter how much Mrs. Thursday urged him to come in, but today of all days, for a reason he couldn’t even understand, he didn’t just knock, but simply opened the door and went in. If he had thought about it, he would have considered it wildly inappropriate, but thinking seemed kind of hard at the moment.

Strangely, the house seemed to be empty. Shouldn’t the family be here? And DI Thursday should have been expecting him…

Yet somehow, none of that seemed important as, without even a moment of hesitation, he walked into what turned out to be the dining room.

There was a strange contraception sitting at the table, something like a sphere made out of glass only two pieces of wood were sticking out of it, and there seemed to be fog swirling inside it –

He had to touch it. He just had to. He had no explanation, no reason to, and yet he had to.

He reached out.

Almost immediately, a burning coldness spread from his palm over his arm and into his breast, he came to himself and realized what he had done, and tried to free himself, only that he couldn’t, and the cold was spreading and he was beginning to see stars and it was difficult to breathe and –

Warm arms encircled his waist and a voice he had never heard before said it in his ear, “Don’t worry, I got you.”

And everything went black.

When he came to, he was lying on the sofa in what turned out to be the living room.

“I am terribly sorry, Sergeant” a man with rusty curls, carrying a tablet, said, coming into his line of sight. “I had no idea that the magic contained within the warmth eater was strong enough to unlock the door and lure someone in. I can only apologize.”

He blinked as he sat up, shivering.

“Here, the tea should help.” He poured them both a cup.

Peter blinked again. Then, somehow, managed to say, “Warmth eater?”

��Some creatures… they need to steal warmth, this is one of their traps. I sent the others away while I dealt with it, I meant to tell you when you knocked, but well…”

“You’re the one they took in” he said bluntly because his brain wasn’t fully recovered.

He handed him the cup and chuckled. “I guess you could say that… yes, Mother and Dad were kind enough to take me in when I was twelve. Endeavour Thursday Morse, at your service.”

“Peter Jakes” he replied, “But you know that.”

He nodded. “And now, down with that. It’ll help.”

He wondered if he’d gotten that from his old family or if it was Mrs. Thursday’s upbringing.

“Has the… thing been handled now, then?” he asked.

“Yes, don’t worry, I know what I’m doing…” a self-deprecating smile that had no business looking that pretty (he really really couldn’t use that right now) “Unless I forget that some doors can be opened.”

Yes, some doors, he thought as he shook his hand to prove that he was not angry, could be opened.

And he would quickly learn that the one that had opened on that particular day would never close again.

#fictober23 #my writings #endeavour #jarse #endeavour morse #peter jakes

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manycoloureddays · 2 years

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i was talking to a friend about eddie & steve bringing their first kid home from the hospital the other day & thought i’d put it here too:

neither of them had what you would call a traditional upbringing (”what does that even mean?” is a question that gets brought up a lot in their extended family. the wheeler household is as traditional as they come but none of them would say ted was a good example for parenting. the conclusion tends to be “as long as there’s love and support and we’re trying our hardest” but it’s a complicated question)

anyway, neither of them had the picture perfect nuclear family growing up. steve dragged himself up into adulthood with inconsistent boundaries & very little emotional support, and eddie had all that good love and support from wayne but he was every bit as much of a latchkey kid as steve, what with wayne’s work hours. and while they have seven practice babies, the youngest they started with was a 10 year old, so when they get handed a baby and told “congrats dads” they maybe freak out a little bit. it’s not a big freak out, but it is both of them, which means there’s no level head in the car on the way home. eddie’s brain is going too fast for any of the worries to loom larger than the others, but steve is stuck in a loop of “dad was alright for the first few years of my life, what if i go bad the same way”. they get inside, put the baby carrier with their beautiful baby girl down on the coffee table and call, in this order, the buckley-wheeler apartment, joyce byers, uncle wayne, claudia henderson, and then the jargyle household.

robin tells steve to calm his tits, she’s on her way over with nancy and a bag of parenting books they got from the library just in case there’s any in their pile that steve and eddie haven’t read yet, nancy yells out “you’ve got this, i promise!” and robin reminds him “you’ve saved the world multiple times and nancy would never lie to you!” which makes eddie feel a lot more sane (nancy is his barometer for normal reactions these days).

wayne reminds eddie that even his biological parents managed to keep him alive for the first 10 or so years of his life and eddie’s a damn sight more cautious, kind, and prepared. “just hold her as gently as you held the strays at forest hills and feed her slightly more often and you’ll be fine, ed. i had no idea what i was getting myself into when i took you in, it’s okay to be scared, just as long as you love her.”

joyce reminds steve that “no matter what your little girl is going to grow up so loved and cherished, and that’s more important than anything else. she won’t remember that it took you a few days to find the best way to calm her down, or if you couldn’t figure out the quickest way to change her diaper. she won’t remember when you gave her a too cold bottle, she’ll just remember the love.” and hop jumps on for a quick “we’ll be there this weekend kiddo” which is as good as a long distance shoulder squeeze.

claudia is in the middle of packing a care package while she’s on the phone and tells steve and eddie all sorts of stories about trying to wrangle dustin on her own, “he was always too clever for his own good, but sometimes they need to learn things on their own. they just need you there to pick them up once they’ve fallen over, to kiss it better and remind them they’re never really alone.”

jonathan and argyle congratulate the dads and jonathan reminds steve that family is what you make it, “you’re nothing like you’re dad, man. none of us are. we made our own way and the fact that you’re worried you’ll fuck up is a pretty good sign that you’re going to keep on trying to do your best by her. but how about i promise you this. if you ever look like you’re heading down a path that leads back to him, i’ll pull you out. you’ve got all of us, an insane number of aunts and uncles who aren’t afraid to call you on your shit. but steve, you’re as much like dick as i’m like lonnie.”

by the time nancy and robin let themselves in with their spare key, the boys have exhausted themselves emotionally, and all three of them are snuggled together on their bed. steve with his back to the headboard, eddie between his legs, and their daughter on his chest, steve’s finger clutched tight in her hand. robin takes a photo, and then she and nancy creep back down the hall to the kitchen to make dinner

#steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie x steve #it's about finding your own family and letting them catch you when you feel like you might fall #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #joyce byers #wayne munson #claudia henderson #jonathan byers #argyle #madeleine writes #stranger things #otp: coparents to lovers

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athyathye · 2 years

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The 3 definitions of stupid

Author’s note 📝: This is mainly in 3rd pov. Also here's a fun game, take a shot everytime you read stupid lol

1.2k word count

Warnings ⚠️: kinda cheating¿ implied s3xu@l relations but not really explored, toxic!rindou, like 1 or 2 curse words~

In hindsight, to other Bonten officials you were smart, level-headed and assiduous. But when it came to a certain someone, they all bet you’d go stupid for that person no matter what.

Your profession was not ideal. Your profession required you to do all sorts of things a normal moral person would abhor. You could no longer associate with the ‘normal’ crowd as a result. Left only to the hands none other than you bloodied ones, and to people with the same amount of blood on theirs.

But even so, no matter how much you’ve seen the light leave people’s eyes you couldn’t help but glance at a soulless pair. No matter how ruthless they were, no matter how much they held hate or how much they’d glared at yours.

Violet, like the color that blinded your vision when you fired a shot. Like your favorite scent that could never fail to calm you.

You were a puppet with strings. And he was a damn good puppeteer.

But you see, even if you weren’t that stupid, he was.

The glint in his eyes told you so. The glint that only appeared when a certain equally stupid girl entered the vicinity.

The kind of stupid girl who jumped into rivers for kittens who fell in.

It was a ridiculous pairing that came straight out of the imagination of a naive little girl no older than 7. Even so, you couldn’t deny it. You envied the light he showed her, the effort he tried to give her. Hers and only hers you could say.

Even if all her actions came with more cons than the good she meant to do. But that’s not to say it was excusable. Good intentions alone aren’t exactly enough you see.

No good person would boast about the good deeds she does. No good person would go around preaching about morality to a group of criminals.

Better yet, no sane person would even hang around the most wanted criminals. If she deemed herself as good why hasn't she called the police yet?

Not only were you hard-working, you were observant as well. Though a better term would be, you had eyes. You saw things no reader, no sideline character could see.

The way the car that the heroine jumped in front of to save her kind, a lamb going straight to the slaughterhouse, hit a tree with the person inside just barely escaping. Unfortunately for him he couldn’t escape the bullet that went straight for him after, much less expect it.

Or like the man she pleaded to save, all because she believed in second chances. Who ended up killing a group of teenagers because of driving under the influence.

It seemed as if you were the only person to notice that as well. Everybody else saw her as this righteous, upright and incorruptible female figure that made their days brighter.

You were the complete opposite. Not that you minded, you could care less about what they thought of you. You were way past the line of caring. Not even when those ruthless death-trapping blank eyes narrowed at you.

Only he could make use of those eyes like that. The power that makes them so lovable and able to convey a deep meaning even when they were used only for the most gruesome sights, a look into what he was thinking. And more often than not, you knew he wasn’t thinking about pretty things when looking at you.

“See? I told y’all a sadistic b*tch like she could handle things without me.” He tried to excuse himself from the glares that he was thrown with after you had reported how your mission went to your boss. A mission that was meant to be joint with him. But you could guess why he ditched. After all, it was a special day for a special someone.

As for yourself, you could have said a lot of things. In fact you did have a lot to say. But you stayed silent. Already feeling tired even when you’ve yet to talk, let alone glance at him.

Why won’t you? you ask. Because who knows what kind of expression he’s making. You could only have one of his looks directed at you after all. Everything else was reserved. Hers and hers alone.

You don’t think you could take it either. Not when you were hopelessly pining. Why? Why was it like that?

Well, not even you could figure it out. After all, there are a lot of things you can’t explain to anyone, even when you feel it again and again, or when they’ve been explained. Not everybody has the privilege of being able to explain things.

But oh, how he was stupid. Absolutely moronic, foolish and dumbwitted.

But so were you.

You find yourself thinking that at the deepest depths of the night. On his bed.

You couldn’t even cry anymore from how much shame you felt. You could only chuckle as you imagined what you looked like at that very moment. How he convinced you to join him as he practically spelled out for you how he was never going to get tied up with the same girl he ditched you for.

“Our lives are a heck of a lot different, you already know that” Hands behind his neck, a cigarette in between his chapped but sultry lips. You couldn’t help but admire the way it moved, the way the shape of your name was displayed on his mouth.

“I wasn’t really gonna’ like, tie the knot with her. Just a one-time thing.”

But you tried to fight back your desires. “And suddenly that falls under my business, how?”

One of his hands trailed over the top of your head, to the apple of your cheek. He caressed it which made you lean on the warmth that was radiating off of it. You tried to gaze into his eyes as he did so but before you could he had already slammed it to the wall behind you.

Trapping you in between his predatory gaze as he said “Because I’m not stupid enough to pass on a beatiful woman like you who noticed a no-good man like me.”

How irrational you were. How incredibly desire-driven you were. Stupid.

You couldn’t help but be curious how he knew, your desire was undeniable. However, it was silent. As silent as the pleading of your group to stop the crimes all of you cause.

And now you bear the consequences of a reckless decision.

Staring at the object in front of you that could potentially change everything you’re doing in life. You couldn’t help the bile that rose to your mouth.

What was even more nauseating was the scene occurring in front of you now. It was tormenting.

“You’re different.” He brushed her hair back. Wiping away the tears that continuously poured out of her lively eyes.

You couldn’t help the utter laughter that bubbled out of you. “Aww Look at you comforting people with the words you wished someone would say to you.”

Clenching his teeth at the interruption, all the attention was now on you. Stoic and calm, that’s what your posture said. But the madness and disappointment oozing out of you was loud.

“I take it back. You’re not stupid at all. The line was crossed 50 kilometers ago, you’re unable to even think for yourself.” You breathed out. Shaking your head as you left. Possibly everything.

To other Bonten officials you were smart, level-headed and assiduous. But when it came to a certain someone, they were all correct in believing that you’d go stupid for a person no matter what.

You were stupid for burying your head underwater.

#A little rusty but yk what? I like it-#tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers one shot #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers angst #rindou haitani #rindou haitani x reader #rindou x reader #haitani rindou x reader

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 1 month

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🎵 Church

"For some reason I feel like you have a point there."

+1 Reputation

Thought obtained: Waste Land of Reality

TIAGO - "Don't trust me -- trust the Mother. I'm only the messenger, homes." His voice echoes in the cold air of the church.

"This is the Church of the Mother of Silence. You are welcome here." He sways gently on the beams, waiting for you to take it all in.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - You have no idea what the fuck he's talking about. Is he just trying to throw you off your game?

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - Whatever it is, he's quite confident about it -- just look how gracefully he sways.

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - 'Tis not an act, my liege -- saving, perchance, he hath deceived his very self. This man is a zealot.

"I'm going to ask you again: are you the crab man?"

"Some ravers want to turn this place into a nightclub."

"Do you know where the other spooker is?" (Point at the strange machines around you.)

"Okay then, thanks." [Leave.]

Before we continue this conversation, let's just-

EMPATHY - What's this? We're getting reports of *normal*, *reasonable*, *temperate* political opinions somewhere in Martinaise...

You must be mistaken: I'm a real radical.

That's me, Mr. Reasonable. Someone's got to keep it sane around here.

This is because I keep saying *none of the above* to political stuff, isn't it?"

[Discard thought.]

EMPATHY - Of course, a *radical centrist*. In these bright and loud times where a thousand frequencies drown one another out, sober thinking is a radical act...

It's time… to become a citizen of the *Kingdom of Conscience*.

First, where is this Kingdom of Conscience?

No more talk -- Sign me up for a passport! (Opt in.)

No, I'm too fiery for this watercolour ideology. I'm trying to develop more *extreme* and *interesting* opinions... (Opt out.)

EMPATHY - It is not a place, it is a *moment* in time that can only arise in the right circumstances. In all of human history, it's only been achieved a handful of times...

How do you bring about those *circumstances*?

That's an honourable goal. (Nod your head approvingly.)

That's a stupid goal. (Shake your head dismissively.)

EMPATHY - *Incrementally*.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - YAWN. You'd get there faster with a little *speed*.

EMPATHY - History's greatest catastrophes have been brought about by people trying to make the world a better place *too quickly*...

That's the genius of *Dolores Dei*. She recognized that progress is meaningless if its gains are lost because of instability. *Real*, lasting change can only come about gradually. Increment by increment.

But what about all the things that are wrong *now*?

Okay, but what's the Kingdom of Conscience actually *like*?

This sounds mega boring. Count me out. (Opt out.)

EMPATHY - *Tsk, tsk*. Just because you live in the *present* doesn't mean you have the right to place your needs above the needs of the *future*...

You may never live to see the Kingdom of Conscience. Your children may not. Even your *grandchildren* might not. But that's no excuse not to keep working...

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - What rationality...

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - What sangfroid...

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - What benevolence...

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - What a fucking joke!

Wait, is the Kingdom of Conscience really about doing things, or just preserving the status quo?

EMPATHY - Do you believe the status quo is preferable to chaos and bloodshed?

Yes.

No.

EMPATHY - Then you've never lived through *real* chaos...

Sometimes, in the face of great disaster, defending the status quo *is* progress.

Okay, but what's the Kingdom of Conscience actually *like*?

EMPATHY - The Kingdom is difficult to comprehend and even more difficult to describe...

Partly because humanity will need to discard many of the categories that define and limit it today. The Kingdom of Conscience is post-capitalist, post-national...

It's also post-industrial, post-ideological, and even post-sexual.

Sounds incredible. Allons-y! Let's go there right now. (Opt in.)

That seems fine. I still want to live for the present, though. (Opt out.)

Man, that sounds kind of terrible. I don't think I want to be a moralist anymore. (Opt out.)

EMPATHY - What you *want* is immaterial. The Kingdom of Conscience is coming... WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT. (Only very slowly.)

Given... everything we've done up to this point, I think I'm safe to assume that we *don't* want to become moralist. Here's the Thought we *would* have gotten, though:

KINGDOM OF CONSCIENCE

Temporary research bonus: -2 Half Light: Calm water Research time: 1h 25 min

Heartache is powerful, but democracy is *subtle*. Incrementally, you begin to notice a change in the weather. When it snows, the flakes are softer when they stick to your worry-worn forehead. When it rains, the rain is warmer. Democracy is coming to the Administrative Region. The ideals of Dolorian humanism are reinstating themselves. How can they not? These are the ideals of the Coalition and the Moralist International. Those guys are signal blue. And they're not only good -- they're also powerful. What will it be like, once their nuanced plans have been realized?

Speaking of which...

WASTE LAND OF REALITY

Temporary research bonus: -2 Physical instrument: Insomnia Research time: 20h

It has been brought to your attention that you’re an alcoholic. And that it’s a sickness. And it’s killing you. You're crawling on your knees through life, your booze-filled belly dragging on the ground, your brain now fuzzy, now in overdrive, your hair sticking together with today's cold sweat and yesterday's vomit. Perhaps they’re right. Anything is better than this. Even bone-dry reality itself. Maybe you can quit?

Now, let's get back to Tiago.

TIAGO - "Oh hey, wey. There's coffee in the back... Oh, wait, I meant the Mother's love."

REACTION SPEED [Medium: Success] - "Coffee in the back"? Something familiar about that. Coffee and stale cookies...

"I'm going to ask you again: are you the crab-man?"

"Some ravers want to turn this place into a nightclub."

"Do you know where the other spooker is?" (Point at the strange machines around you.)

"What was that about coffee? I feel like I've heard it somewhere before…"

"Okay then, thanks." [Leave.]

TIAGO - "Look, man. I'm at liberty to talk about the sacred blaze of the Mother's glorious heart. But not about the coffee."

"I'm going to ask you again: are you the crab-man?"

TIAGO - "Never known myself to be a *crab*. But if that's the name you've got for me, I won't stop you from using it."

"To be fair, it's really more like a spider."

"If you're not a crab, then what are you?"

"Sorry, you just weren't moving like a human."

"Hey, it's your neighbours who came up with this name, not me."

+1 Apocalypse Cop

TIAGO - He considers this for a moment. "I always thought of myself more like a *flame*. Flickering along the rafters and beams." He pauses. "It may be that I gotta work on my technique."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - That's not the only technique he's working on. Look at those carved sculptures. And is that a satchel of tools over there?

"Wait, did you also carve all those sculptures?" (Point at the nearest pillar.)

(Let's keep moving on.) "What were you before you became a crab-man?"

TIAGO - "Sure am. Whittling wood used to be something I just did to busy my hands..."

"…now I use those same hands in service of something greater than my own restlessness."

(Rub your chin.) "You've got some nice... curves going there."

(Squint your eyes.) "These seem a tad... derivative."

"You're promoting the objectification of women with your reactionary depiction of female bodies."

"Honestly, I don't get it. All these figures look half-finished."

+1 Feminist Agenda

TIAGO - "It's all just for the Mother, man. No need to overthink it."

"What were you before you became a crab-man and a woodcarver?"

TIAGO - "I was in a gang, wey. But my memories of that time are fading... Most of them are already gone."

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harrier du bois #tiago

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 4 months

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[scrambles into the room at high speed, slams into the door, falls flat on my face]

I JUST FINISHED HELL FEST AND I HAVE THINGS. TO. SAY!!

For one, I liked the friends more than I thought I would! Honestly got upset they ended up dead, and it’s a surprising twist we have two final girls instead of one. (Of course, Natalie is the true one)

And ok- ok- I am a lover of soft yanderes and the likes but… I am very well starting to see your appeal in the dark and dangerous- (especially the tension when The Other first steps up to Natalie, the dangerous air curling between them that we the audience are aware and she is completely oblivious to)

And the scare actor aspect- where an actor has the full capabilities and liability to throw you over their shoulder and run off. I am… I am a civil, logical, sane person, ok? Alright? But…. c’mon, that’s hot. (Aw, you could’ve kidnapped anyone but you picked me?? Awww, I’m blushing)

[rubs hands together deviously] Moving onto The Other!!

When he snatches the photos? No need for that, it won’t really help amp up his creep mode. There isn’t any purpose if you only consider it a benefit to his stalking and murder. But to have something of Natalie? To have a personal momento of her? When she’s vulnerable and smiling? (Plus, there’s two photo strips, he only dropped one in the bathroom, he kept one throughout the entire night and I’m assuming he took it home after all that)

Going from that- he could’ve killed her best friend when she ran after him for the photos! There was a ton of time while she was alone and it was an off limits area, no one likely would’ve found her for a awhile. Did he go for her? No

Because his first victim was Gavin, who has an obvious crush on Natalie. Tell me it wasn’t jealousy!! “I have a surprise for you!�� Really? Really?? With the exclamation mark and everything??

And when the ride breaks down! What other actor would slowly creep up to her while she’s having the breakdown and ride with her?? I really, really doubt that’s protocol. Especially! ESPECIALLY! When he extends his hand to help her off the ride???? What minimum wage worker do you know would do that??!

[head in hands, banging my fists on the table] THE WAY. HE. REACHES FOR HER HAIR IN THE BATHROOM. IT IS SOFT. IT IS ABSOLUTELY SOFT. She was alone and vulnerable! And he doesn’t hurt her one bit! Even though he’s armed and dangerous! He doesn’t even grab her hair! He just pets it!

I am also delusional enough to claim he controlled himself from hurting her when she stabbed him. He had a long reach weapon, he was taken off guard and went crashing to the ground. For a man of his wit and the fact he’s done this before, I fully believe he had the capability to get one last swing on her as he went down. But he didn’t!!

Where is the lie???? How does no one else see this????

LET ME TELL YOU MY VERY NORMAL AND LOGICAL THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS MOVIE. LET ME TELL YOU MY TRUTH AND MY GOSPEL.

Yes!! I was pleasantly surprised by how much I actually liked everyone in the friend group! There's no inner bitchy fighting between the girls (aside from the beginning because of old school days drama, but that's squashed pretty quick once they get to Hell Fest). None of the guys are creepers. They're actively trying to get their two lovebird friends together because they know the feelings are mutual. It's refreshing to have a cast that's entirely likable, especially because then there's less tropes to rely on when it comes to who's getting hacked next (I really thought Nat and Taylor were gonna be the sole survivors because of the foil "we hated each other the first 10 min but now we're trauma bonded besties". I really like that Nat and Brooke can keep their promise to each other about going to Spain after all :,) )

SO LET'S REVISIT THE PHOTOS:

Not only did The Other take the photos of a cutesy, smiling Nat as his future momento (and yeah, he did keep the second one, it's what he puts in his mask box :3), but I like to see it as the first sign of true infatuation. We've seen before he doesn't take too kindly when people insult him for "not being scary". He already chased one girl into the haunted house for such an infraction, and he got real fucking close to Nat's personal space when she made a similar comment. But she laughs it off, points out the previous hiding girl, sticks around to watch after her friends bail and then goads him into making the kill. Yeah, she thought it was just an act...

...but you cannot tell me that motherfucker didn't get some heart eyes for her right then and there!!! She assisted him in murder!!! And he knows she (kinda) knows and he's so into it. The little "shh" finger to the lips he gives her as she runs back to her friends, like baby's first accidental accessory is a secret safe between them? Taylor even point blank saying "oh, looks like you made a friend ;)"? Chef's kiss is not enough, chef's sloppy toppy is in order.

So of course, first kill? Gotta be Gavin. Bye bitch. He literally has photographic evidence of you smoochin' up his new dream girl. And I love, love that he still texts Nat throughout the night too pretending to be Gavin with little exclamation points and emojis later on. What a dork. Murderous, but a dork. Side note, sorry, but I hated the humming. Pick a better song or shut up lmao.

Now I know, I know, The Other scare actor from the ride is not actually The Real Other (diff jacket and shoes), but like you, I am delulu and in love, so I am also choosing to believe that was really him toying with her struggles and hitching a ride out front with the perfect view of seeing her cower between his legs. What a gentleman helping her out!! So much better than Gavin, right?

What kills me about the hairdryer scene was that he only did that for his own gratification. She never realized he was there, he was gone when she finally opened her eyes, he gave her 0 scare or anxiety. There was literally no reason for him to do that as it would have had no affect on their cat and mouse game, but he did it anyway, because he wanted to and he's a simp. And then seconds later, rattling the stall door and grabbing her hair??? He could have fucked her up so easily, especially when she was alone and trapped, but he only wanted to frighten her. Again, a gentlemen!!

Blah blah blah, friends dying whatever BUT. The part when Nat gets separated in a maze and he appears behind the glass wall to stare at her. Banging his fist on the window while she freaks out? Excellent. Side note, notice how he's only targeting her group of friends? For the sole purpose of unnerving/upsetting her, sure, but also as an excuse to stay two steps behind her at all times while slowly isolating her >:3c Like this park has hundreds, if not thousands, of fresh meat. He killed the first girl in a matter of minutes, meanwhile he's been stalking Nat for hours and picking off 4 besties when he could have been slaughtering it up elsewhere. Girl's got a hold on him if he'd rather dedicate his limited time for murder solely on her hmhmhm.

AND ONCE MORE WHEN HE'S GOT HER AND BROOKE TRAPPED IN THE FINAL HOUSE. 1) He swings his axe down and cuts Brooke, not Nat, despite her being 2 inches in the left and the one who kicked off this whole chain of events. He could have wounded her, but he didn't. 2) When Nat tries to fight him in the mannequin room, he eventually overpowers her to the floor. Again, he could have swung his axe down right on her, killed her in seconds. But he didn't. He made the deliberate decision to just knock her in the face with the hilt (not even hard enough to break her nose, just bloody it up!). My money is on that he was probably intending to knock her out while he finished up with Brooke so that they could have proper, uninterrupted alone time before the cops showed up...

Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss, the ladies are safe, homeboy goes home despite still having a gut wound but acting like it doesn't bother him in the slightest I guess. Puts away his masks, saves the pictures of her with the rest of his former trophies, for the reveal that...The Other is a certified DILF. Why are we sleeping on that fact. I don't care what his actual actor looks like, we never see his face in the movie so I can imagine it however I want and if he is canonically a father whomst I want to fuck, that makes him a goddamn DILF. And when he's looking at his daughter, he does the lil *clench fist* Arthur meme, which he also did several times with Nat, which I'm going to foolishly interoperate as him either repressing himself or maybe as a tell when he looks at someone with adoration. Like, that little girl is so happy to see him home and rushes to give him a hug (which he kneels down to give her that's so cuuuuuute), she asks if he got her a gift and he actually did. He's a good daddy, clearly capable of a soft spot.

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk about dangerous yandere slashers where you are the only member in the audience and you're not allowed to leave under any circumstance. I will continue to be a slasher x final girl truther and Hell Fest is one of my biggest and most recent examples of everything we could have had if the writers weren't cowards but instead horny on main like me.

Also thank you for validating me about the scare actor thing like when I tell you I have that fantasy every time I go to HHN. Just waiting for someone to hoist me away while I'm in a barely lit attraction, people assuming my shriek and brief struggles are just part of the act, while I'm realizing the actors aren't supposed to really be touching me but it's too late as I'm dragged further into the darkness...I would not fight to survive because I would be down on one knee proposing to my future slasher spouse right then and there.

#ask #unnamed-blob #im not okay about this movie why must i be continually blueballed

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sojirosteacup · 6 months

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Years ago, the kbs website used to have character profiles for the bof kdrama characters (the links don't work anymore, but you can still read them through wayback machine). These profiles mostly had stuff we already know about them, maybe with some extra details from the manga that didn't get mentioned in the drama but are easy to guess.

But Woobin's profile is the surprising thing here. It's very detailed considering he has barely any lines in the episodes. And it gives us a lot of insight about his characterization (or what it could have been if he had more screen time):

I'm gonna start by saying that I used google translator bc my korean skills are far from fluent. lol So blame any mistakes on google.

So let's go to the text. Parts of the profile are in italics and the my comments are normal text.

The first part of his description are just stuff that are mentioned or implied in the k-drama (In one line! But it is!):

"He is the hidden leader of F4 and the successor to Ilsim Construction, an emerging blue-chip company in the real estate industry. It is a long-established boss family that has led the traditional violent organization Ilsimpa for generations. In Woo Bin's father's generation, elite management was advocated. By legally diversifying its business, it proudly joined the ranks of emerging conglomerates. However, excellent personal network management that can be mobilized in case of emergency."

Hidden leader doesn't mean leader. The leader is still Junpyo, it's just that Woobin is the only sane man in the group lol.

But at least this part gives us a name for his mafia. I like how his family didn't bother to give the company a different name from it

"Its ability and ability to quickly and powerfully mobilize cash are its secret weapons that even Shinhwa Group cannot ignore."

This is interesting because it implies Junpyo's family keeps Woobin close because of this, which answers the question of why Junpyo's mother lets him be friends with the heir of a criminal organization. And I have no doubt she is interested in the criminal connections too. Let's be honest, that woman is probably involved in a lot of corruption.

"He lives with his mother, who gave birth to him when she was 20, and his twin sisters who were born late."

Whoa, that's a lot of information here. So his little sisters from the manga are canon in this adaptation.

which gives a new meaning to Junpyo's line in episode 16:

He wasn't talking about Woobin's girlfriends, he was talking about Woobin's sisters and maybe mother too.

"This may be the reason why he only meets older people and feels attracted only to older people. Rather than taking care of something, he often find comfort in the love he receives and can rely on. Sometimes, he seduces married women who have husbands without hesitation, but while they are dating, he is a pure romantic who only devotes his sincerity to the other person, showing off his undiminished popularity."

This is manga stuff too and none of this was mentioned in the kdrama. I imagine they thought it would be too controversial to include him having affairs with married women which is fair enough, but I wish they had done something to at least imply it.

"He has a soft charisma that leads his opponents regardless of his young age. His sense of humor has become more savory thanks to the bad hip hop English he learned while studying abroad for a short time as a getaway."

HE STUDIED ABROAD????????? WHY WASN'T THIS MENTIONED IN ANY EPISODE??????? THIS MAKES HIS ENGLISH ACTUALLY MAKE SENSE

And "as a getaway" implies he did that to escape from his life. It goes hand in hand with his manga characterization of the stressed friend.

"He has an innate sense of economics and a spicy fist, which is revealed in various odds and figures in gambling, investment, and securities."

i dunno what a spicy fist is but most of this is just obvious stuff. It's funny to imagine him gambling, though.

"He hates his father who passed on the complex and responsibility of his origins. In the end, they are the most similar."

This is the only thing shown in the kdrama. It's during that scene when he and Yijung are talking in ep 18, when Woobin was threatening to jump off the bridge.

But that's also one of the most interesting thing about this profile.

The mafia thing is not in the manga. There is not a single scene where this is implied and we don't even know what Akira's family does besides "they own a company". I think the first version to include the mafia thing was the Jdrama? Correct me if I'm wrong.

So it's interesting to see that the kdrama actually had plans to do something with it besides "he is a mafia heir look how dangerous and cool he is". And they mixed this with Akira's low self steem from the manga to make him hate himself for his mafia heritage!!! And if we take his F4 after story MV into account, he also seems to have the same not-mafia-related low self esteem from his manga counterpart. This makes it a very interesting characterization.

And then they used it in only one scene.

(sorry Akira)

#boys over flowers #Song Woobin #Akira Mimasaka #akiraposting #this has been in my drafts for ages #its finally readable enough to post

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