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Tags: steddie, getting together, featuring the chaotic friendship of Eddie & Dustin
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Steve's hands are already at his hips, “Eddie, what are you doing down there?”
Eddie glances up from the hole he’d dug in the woods beyond Steve’s backyard. Looking at the dirt nearly up to his shoulders he belatedly realises that he may have become a tad fixed on his big idea.
Dappled sunlight falls through the tapestry of foliage above and the chirping of birds nearby cheerily fill the lush landscape, but none of it seems to distract Steve from his concern as he squints down at Eddie.
“Where’s Dustin?” Eddie counters like he doesn’t currently resemble a cartoon villain digging traps for the native wildlife. He resists twirling an imaginary moustache over his bare upper lip, but Steve must have an idea of his thoughts because he squints suspiciously over his arms as he folds them.
“I don’t know,” Steve says slowly from high above, “should he be here while you create what looks like your own grave?”
Eddie props his arms over the lip, tilting his chin up and aiming for charming. Playful even. “Now, why would I do that, Stevie? Life is a magnificent thing, worthy of delight and whimsy.”
“Whimsy,” Steve repeats sceptically, “like you practically digging up my backyard. You know, someone could fall and sue me, right?” Despite his scolding tone, Steve bends to kneel on the ground, his delicious thighs by Eddie’s folded hands and head hovering over his.
Eddie flutters his eyelashes as Steve waits on him, nearly close enough to kiss if he would just tilt down a fraction. “You could get in here with me, make it so there’s no room for anyone else.”
Steve’s bright hazel eyes flash and Eddie wishes he could get a handle on whether it’s because of Eddie’s suggestive tone or if it’s that Steve is simply annoyed with his antics.
Just when the silences stretches for a second too long, enough that Eddie thinks Steve might lean forward, close the gap and take Eddie’s lips in what would surely be a spectacular first kiss, he instead smirks, slyly pushing a handful of loose dirt into the hole from the high mound above Eddie’s head. It rains over Eddie’s right shoulder, which he shrugs fatalistically — he’s fairly covered at this point anyway.
“Eddie, tell me why you’ve dug a hole near as tall as you by my backyard.”
“Or what, you’ll bury me with all the other bodies out here?”
“Something like that.” Another handful rains down and Eddie sighs, “It’s a compression hole.” Steve’s hand halts, “Like the socks?”
Eddie takes the opportunity to reach out and clasp Steve’s hand, ostensibly to stop it from pushing more dirt over his shoulders but really just taking the opportunity to touch Steve. Hold the warmth of his hand within his own, stroke the silken back of it with his thumb.
Eddie steals many moments like these and Steve always lets him, but he never knows whether it's because of Steve's generous nature or if it's because he wants Eddie touching him, specifically.
“Like the socks,” he agrees, eyes sharp as Steve’s cheeks flush a faint red. Yet he retains a sceptical mien about him so Eddie further explains. “Dustin has this book—”
Steve snorts, “Here we go.”
“Dustin has this book and it says that the Aboriginals from Australia have known for ages how to take care of deadly snake bites.”
“With a hole.”
Eddie is always fascinated to see the evidence of Steve’s smiles in the shine of his eyes, and he delights in being one of the few people who often brings out its brightness. “With a hole,” he agrees with a cheeky grin, happy at Steve’s amusement.
“Bit by a Red-belly then you're in the hole for x amount of days. By a King Brown then for an nth amount of days. Placed in the hole and buried up to your neck, the compression of it all works the venom safely through your system.”
He's sad to see those pretty eyes hidden from him as Steve closes them with a deep, bracing breath. “Eddie,” he begins in a warning tone, drawing his hand away, “is Dustin finding a poisonous snake to bite you with.”
“No, definitely not,” Eddie hedges but at Steve’s stern look he squirms, “because poisonous would mean that I can’t eat them?”
“Venomous then!”
Eddie thinks that maybe he’s losing his capacity to charm Steve if the ire rising in his eyes is anything to go by. He shifts uneasily on the hard dirt below him, feeling particularly trapped as Steve’s frown deepens while looking like he’s considering burying Eddie without the bite and definitely above his head.
The sounds of eager feet crunching over dry leaves and fallen branches sound behind Eddie and he tilts his head in time to see Dustin fly through the trees with a long, wriggling animal in his hands. “Found one!” He calls triumphantly, the curls around his face bobbing in excitement. There's a smudge across his cheek that Eddie suspects was made by crawling through the dirt and bushes to find his captured prey.
About twenty inches long, thin with yellow stripes framing its scales of green and brown, the garter snake wrapped around Dustin’s left arm tastes the air in front of it with its pink forked tongue. Simultaneously looking unhappy at being captured while utterly disinterested in the humans surrounding it.
Dustin’s face crinkles in confusion as Steve starts laughing behind Eddie’s back. “What? What is it?” He asks Steve who, Eddie looks over to see, has fallen back onto his butt, head tilted to the sky as he snorts and chuckles at the harmless animal Dustin has procured for their experiment.
“Never mind,” Steve waves an expansive hand towards the two of them, “carry on. As you were.” Humour dances over his brow and broadens his smile, “Here, I’ll even help. Pass it over, Dustin, I’ll throw the terrible monster at Eddie myself.”
It’s Eddie’s turn for his cheeks to flush now and he might be more embarrassed if it weren’t for Steve catching his eye, sharing a look of amusement with him rather than at him, and Eddie finds himself charmed by Steve Harrington once more.
It's not the first time and he knows that it won't be the last. Steve has had Eddie firmly wrapped around his little finger for far too long to say now, and Eddie's only waiting for the barest hint to step forward.
He sighs and turns back to Dustin, “Let the snake go, it’s a bust.”
Dustin opens his mouth to protest, but Eddie heads him off, explaining that the only creatures in danger of the carnivore in his hands are worms and maybe a mouse or two.
Eddie reckons that if Dustin were a mouse his tail would drop in disappointment right now, looking as sad as one can as he trudges away to release the snake in a safer place deeper in the woods.
He turns back to Steve to find him crouching now, braced with a hand outstretched towards Eddie. His eyes are still bright from his earlier laughter, but an invitation now winds its way through them.
“How about I help clean you up?” Steve asks in a dark murmur and Eddie lights up, finally finding an answer to the question that's been jittering in his heart.
“Why don’t you,” Eddie grins in agreement, clasping Steve back and pushing up to meet him halfway. As he scrambles out of the hole, Eddie pats the lip of its edge in affection as he continues to hold onto Steve’s hand. He silently thanks the soon-to-be-forgotten experiment and winds their fingers together, following Steve home.
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Daemon T. Yandere A-Z
(I couldn’t resist, I needed to make this, this was one of the most requested things I’ve ever had so I hope that you love it!)
A stands for AFFECTION: how would they show affection?
•Daemon shows affection through physical touch, he always wants to be touching you in some way whether that’s with his arm around your waist, you sat across his lap (which is a near constant position for him to put you in) or possibly just as simple as holding your hand
B stands for BLOODY: how bloody are they willing to get for their object of obsession?
•As bloody as physically possible!
•Daemon will protect you with everything he has and the idea of getting bloody will not deter him for a moment. You had better hope that blood doesn’t make you sick to see or smell because with how often Daemon believes (true or not) that men are flirting with his Princess, there’s going to be a lot of bloodstains on his clothes…and yours
C stands for CRUELTY: would they ever hurt their object of obsession?
•If you push Daemon too far he can get violent with anyone
•He would never harm you the way he harms other people, however you are in no way exempt from his rage
D stands for DARLING: would they cross their object of obsession’s limits?
•If you try and keep yourself from him then yes, he will absolutely cross any limit he believes he needs to. You are Daemons wife and that means you will perform the duties of a wife as you are meant to as long as you are healthy and strong enough to do so
E stands for EXPOSED: how much do they expose their own feelings to their object of obsession?
•Daemon is actually quite open with you about his feelings in your marital bed, which is really the only place he is willing to talk about anything personal or private
•He actually surprises you a bit with how open he is with you on your wedding night. After your third round he snuggled you to his chest to allow you a break and he began talking, ending up telling you quite a lot about himself for much longer than you expected
F stands for FIGHT: how would they react to their object of obsession fighting back?
•Daemon would find it comical to see his cute little wife fighting back
•He will happily pin you down and fuck the fight right out of you for as long as he needs to
G stands for GAME: do they think this is just a game?
•Daemon does not play games in any facet of his life (unless he’s teasing assholes/idiots like Otto Hightower or Gerold Royce), certainly not in his marriage
H stands for HELL: what would be their object of obsession’s worst experience with them?
•The worst experience you have with Daemon is when you make the mistake of spending the afternoon that he is out for a ride on Caraxes with an old friend that you hadn’t seen in a long time
•That afternoon was spent in the library getting to know each other all over again, however as he walked you back towards your rooms for the evening, you ran into your husband who did not like you in the company of another man
•Daemon, being Daemon, would not listen to reason and that night your husband took you while covered in the blood of your friend, covering you in his warm, sticky blood while his corpse laid 10 feet away from your bed with his eyes open and unseeing
•Strangely enough, Daemon was happy to comfort you from the nightmares that you suffered for months after the incident
I stands for IDEAL: what are their plans for their object of obsession?
•Daemons plan is to breed you full of as many babies as physically possible
•He plans to fill you with an entire litter of Targaryen babies which is why he spends so much time fucking your cunt as full as he possibly can
J stands for JEALOUSY: how they react when jealous? Do they get jealous?
•110% he does!
•You learned on your wedding day that Daemon was a jealous man when you made the mistake of accepting the proposal to dance from a Lannister
•Growing up your mother always taught you to never turn down a request to dance but as you stood behind your husband while he was crouched over the Lion bashing his head in with a wine goblet from the Kings table, you quickly learned that your husband did not want other men to touch you in any way whatsoever
K stands for KINDNESS: how they act around their object of obsession?
•Daemon is a sweet, loving man…to you and you alone
•No one else should or does expect that kind of treatment from Daemon. The only other people you have hope for are your children since the second you became pregnant Daemon was somehow even more protective of you
•He spends hours every day touching and rubbing your belly, talking to the babies at night in your bed after he has finished fucking you for the evening
•’I want to be sure that they know who I am when they’re born. They’ll know you, you’re their mother but should they not like me I do not know what I would do.’ It was a rare moment of vulnerability that Daemon was showing, something he only did with you.
‘Of course they will know you, my Dragon. You are their father, their protector and they will absolutely adore you!’ You assured him, not liking to see your confident, cocky husband in any kind of self doubting mind set.
‘You always know what to say to calm my nerves…I’m going to keep speaking to them though, just in case.’
L stands for LOVE LETTER: how would they approach their object of obsession?
•You found out about Daemons interest the day that you were told you would be marrying the Targaryen prince
•It had only just been announced that his lady wife had passed tragically in a riding accident and then suddenly your father was telling you that the Prince had all but demanded your hand in marriage and your father had no choice but to say yes (not that he would have said anything else)
M stands for MASK: how different are their public persona from their true selves?
•Daemon isn’t the type of person to hide who he is, what you see is what you get
•He is just as cocky, sarcastic and angry behind closed doors as he is in public when someone upsets him, the only difference is a soft side with his wife and babies where no one else can see
N stands for NAUGHTY: how would they punish their object of obsession?
•If Daemon has to punish you he prefers to lock you in your chambers until you settle down, he doesn’t want to hurt you, but if he has to then you will find it impossible to sit down for a long time
O stands for OPPRESSION: how many rights would they take from their object of obsession?
•You can still do most things, but if you want to go out then you must ask him first
•Being around other men is the only big difference, Daemon doesn’t even want you around your own male family members lest they have an unhealthy obsession with his beautiful wife
P stands for PATIENCE: how patient are they with their object of obsession?
•The man has zero patience and zero chill. None.
Q stands for QUIT: if their object of obsession died or escaped, would they ever be able to move on?
•Died: Daemon would genuinely be torn up about your death and he would have a hard time being close to the child that you brought into the world before dying on the birthing bed
•Escaped: You would never get beyond the front gate and if you did you would be corralled by an angry Blood Worm Dragon blocking your way so escape wasn’t worth the hassle
R stands for REGRET: would they ever regret harming their object of obsession? Would they ever let them go?
•He will never let you go however, every once in a while he will regret harming you when he lets his anger get the best of him, making up for it in his own way by bringing you gifts or taking you for an evening flight (which he knows is your favorite)
S stands for STIGMA: what made their yandere tendencies bloom?
•The moment he saw you he went to the Vale and murdered his wife to ensure no one (the King) could tell him that he could not have you
•He demanded your hand right after and Viserys said he would have to wait at least a week out of respect and to not seem suspicious before he “asked your hand” despite the fact that everyone knew it was no question, you would be his one way or another and the ‘permission’ just determined whether your father needed to die first
T stands for TEARS: how would they react to their object of obsession crying/breaking?
•Daemon hates your tears and when you break down and cry, that is usually the moment he knows that he’s gone too far
•Your husband is the first person to comfort you, especially during your nightmares (that he caused) as he hates seeing you sad or scared
U stands for UNIQUE: something different they would do compared to others yanderes.
•Daemon would often have Caraxes eat whatever man he suspected had an interest in his wife
•He would also leave you with Caraxes when he had business to attend to, knowing Caraxes had taken a liking to you and would viciously protect you (especially when pregnant), the Dragon loving you quite a lot and enjoying the scratches you gave him when he was ordered to protect you. He had killed countless men and women for getting too close while he was on guard (whether they meant you harm or not)
V stands for VICE: what weakness their object of obsession could use against them?
•All you had to do is point and someone is dead
•Also if you want Daemon to be soft and sweet, all you need to do is come up with a ‘reason’ to cry, it was the one thing your husband genuinely could not handle seeing
W stands for WIT’S END: would they hurt their object of obsession?
•Never in any way that would have a lasting impact on you
•Locking you in your chambers wasn’t something that ‘hurt you’ and the only pain Daemon ever caused you physically was when you disobeyed him or questioned/challenged his authority in front of others, and even then it was only blistering your ass (which he would then soothe with creams that he had gotten from the maester once you had truly apologized)
X stands for XOANON: would they worship their object of obsession?
•Daemon is obsessed with you, worship is the word most people would use to describe how he looks at you
•Worship actually didn’t quite capture the true feeling once you had announced your first pregnancy to him and the court, he very nearly fucked you right there in front of the King and the Court, his protective streak instantly growing x10 which no one would have thought possible until they witnessed it
Y stands for YEARN: how long would they pine after their object of obsession before they snap?
•Daemon did not ‘pine’ at all
•The moment he met you he decided that you would be his and since your father was actively looking for a husband for you, he immediately took himself to the Vale and ensured the death of his lady wife Rhea Royce
•The only length of time that he waited was the allotted week that his brother ordered him to wait so that no one would think anything that happened had been Daemons doing, and during that week he had fed 3 different lords to Caraxes for daring to try and court you
Z stands for ZENITH: would they ever break their object of obsession?
•Daemon would not want to break you, he wants you to love him and eventually he does make that happen
•You did try to hold out and not fall for his charm, knowing that everyone around suspected that he had killed his wife to marry you so in a sense once you gave yourself over to the feeling of loving him you did ‘break’ in a way but who wouldn’t when they’re being worshipped and loved by a Targaryen Prince and his giant red dragon?
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P5X and the Importance of Community
There’s something interesting about how P5X is handling confidants. Obviously, I’ll have to wait until it gets officially localized, but there seems to be a running trend in regards to community.
See, X is different from P3,4, and 5 in that the protagonist did not move before the start of the game. There’s no adjusting to some new environment and meeting a bunch of people there. Wonder has lived here all his life. So making friends isn’t about becoming a part of a new place. Instead, it’s a signifier of Wonder’s change in attitude.
Wonder’s whole deal is that he was just kinda coasting through life. As the lyrics of Ambitions and Visions points out: “Act like I don’t care. Why even bother? That’s what I though then. Just another bluffer.” He was a go with the flow guy who couldn’t be bothered to put in the effort whose bitterness and lack of ambition was the reason why things weren’t going the way he wanted in life. A fact that he didn’t really want to admit.
But that changes when he becomes a Phantom Thief and he begins to actually put effort in and start caring. The whole idea of the Phantom Idols is that Wonder’s connection to the Sea of Souls allows him to see the potential in people. To see who they could be. Meaning he’s learning to shed his previous ambivalence and see people for who they really are and who they could become.
This becomes even more impactful, because he’s not in some new place with new people. He’s in his home, with most of the people having already been living there alongside him. So it’s not a matter of the world changing. It’s his perception of it that changes. It’s him realizing that the people he’d written off are actually pretty amazing.
So one of the confidants is his next door neighbor and his mom’s friend. Someone who was always around but he never bothered to really get to know. It’s his mom’s friend and they’re both old, what could possibly be interesting about that? They probably talk about whatever it is middle aged women talk about. Boring.
Except she’s not. Once he starts paying attention he finds out that she used to be a fashion designer. And she was good at it!? Not to mention those photos of her when she was younger. Who knew that Mrs. Tomiyama was COOL?!
And hey, did you know that she also has a nephew? Yeah, he’s only like a year older than you and he wants to be an actor someday. Gonna star on tv in Featherman and make so many people smile. If you’re getting to know Mrs. Tomiyama you should probably get to know him too. Who knows? You might even become friends.
And hey, what about that girl that’s always helping her father with running the local bar? You must’ve passed her by a million times by now and you’ve never spoken a word have you? Did you know that she wants to be a nurse when she grows up? Or that she’s planning to simply stay home instead so she can take care of her father with his back problem?
Or what about Yaoling Li? Did you even know that a college student from China had moved into the neighborhood? Right next to the Fujikawa residence! You know, where Yukimi lives? She’s your age, why did you never even try to become friends? But maybe it’s time to remedy that, especially if you’re both gonna befriend Yaoling, who is still struggling with the signage at the local market.
It’s all about the community. That community that’s always been there, that you just never bothered to pay attention to. The people so unique and varied, with dreams and aspirations and lives so complex you can barely imagine. That you could get to know, so long as you were willing to put in the effort to do so. And maybe, if you did, you might just find your life is better for it.
It’s a concept I find incredibly interesting, and one I really hope is done well in P5X. Because, if so, it might just be my favorite handling of confidants/social links yet.
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im curious since in ur request rules you have that you write yandere characters. What is your definition of yandere? How do you write them and what do you think about them? btw I really love your work.
and since we're on the topic, what characters would you see being a little yandere? What type of yandere would they be?
Hi Anon! I appreciate the question! Many people have different ideas of what a yandere is and how they should be portrayed. I’d like to start off by giving you the definition of what most people see a yandere:
Now, my definition of a yandere is a person who is completely devoted to another, to the point where they develop unhealthy tendencies. I tend to write my Yandere characters in a more realistic way. (I tend to stay away from the whole ‘oh gosh you just killed this person because they looked at me weird’ kind of writing style. It’s just not my cup of tea)
Since I’ve always been a big fan of psychological horror and dark romance, I portray yanderes as narcissistic, manipulative, and simply not safe to be around. They might have stalkerish tendencies, yes, but I like to focus more on how they would affect the person they like. (I know it kinda takes away from the whole definition of yandere) Basically, I just like turning the usual lovestruck, insane yandere into a more realistic version of themselves (as realistic as they could get in the ninja world. I hate completely altering a character’s personality into something they’re not).
What do I think of yanderes? Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to meet one in real life. I like reading and writing them in fiction, but in no way shape or form do I romanticize or agree with whatever the Yandere does. I do not condone any type abuse because it’s absolutely vile that someone might go out their way to hurt others. Having said that, I think many people might not find the way I write yanderes very pleasing, because it’s not what they’re used to seeing, and that’s totally okay!
Now to answer you final questions:
I believe there are a few characters that might have the possibilities of becoming a Yandere or having Yandere tendencies:
Obito (way too obsessive):
I know a lot of people think the same way as I do. I believe that Obito is a man with serious problems.
He technically grew up alone, just with his grandmother. He almost succeeded in putting everyone in an infinite genjutsu, where he could distort reality to his liking and be with the girl he loved.
It’s safe to say that he would be a yandere where if push comes to shove, he will do whatever it takes to have you near him.
He is obsessive (he had a lot of pictures of Rin when he was young, so…). He needs to remember your face clearly, even when he’s away from you. You’re the reason why he breathes. He lives because you allow him to. That’s what he thinks.
Madara(protective and controlling):
Hear me out, this man is complicated.
Sometimes he would put his desires over you, but if we’re going to be honest, he’d shred down the world for you.
If something ever happened to you, Madara would take no time in avenging you. He’s a little different to Obito. Although he’s obsessive, he doesn’t completely revolve his life around you.
He likes feeling possessive over you, but he can leave at any time that he needs to. You have to wait for him. He’ll be a protective yandere, looking out for you and making sure you understand that he’ll be the only one there for you.
Kakashi (protective, pathological liar) :
Whoa? Kakashi? Really? Yes really. This man has grown up alone. He made friends, they died. They left. Anytime he got close to someone, they’d disappear. It’s only logical that if he were to fall for someone, he’d like to protect them.
However, this protectiveness can get overwhelming. He knows you’re capable of protecting yourself, he simply doesn’t want you to. If one thing he’s done wrong in life, it’s protecting those around him. This was his time to make up for all those times he failed.
He isn’t used to affection, but when he has it, he craves it. Badly. You need to remind him that you love him too, or else he might just think you’re ready to leave him at any time.
He isn’t above lying to get you to do something. He’s lied before, so why not lie again? If it gets things going his way, he won’t care. A little harmless lie can turn into a bunch of them.
Sasuke (distant, but protective) :
If he likes you, he definitely won’t show it. If he genuinely cares, he won’t be above doing anything inhumane. He’s already done a lot of things in this world that got him hate, adding another one to his list wouldn’t be a problem.
He’ll work from the shadows. He’ll love you from far away. He isn’t really affectionate and doesn’t know how to show it.
One things certain though, you’re his lover. He will give his life for you or take another.
You ask him for the moon and he will serve it in a silver platter before leaving.
Do I think other character could be Yandere? Well yes, this is fiction after all, but these are the best that fit that description. Anyways, thank you for your questions! I’d love to answer more if anyone else is curious or wants to request some Yandere content!
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“Do you like girls?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you like boys?”
“I don’t know. I think I like TV shows.”
I remember when I was in middle school all the other girls were talking about the guys they liked and I said I didn’t like anyone. I just wanted to do my own thing.
I didn’t really get why I would want to date anyone. I understood friendship, companionship— having someone to share my interests and mutually info dump to sounded cool— but I struggled to understand the appeal of spending every day and every night with someone else. Of holding hands and going on dates.
This led to a lot of homophobic bullying and a few of them would act disgusted that I might be into them. Constantly acting like I was looking at their boobs and sexualizing them (I never made eye contact with anyone and would frequently look at the wall or space out while looking in their general direction). Or make a big show of not being interested and many other things.
I didn’t get this either. I didn’t know why I would be interested in any of them. They treated me poorly and I thought attraction was something people made up and simply just claimed to feel towards other people.
Just like I never understood celebrity crushes. You don’t know the person so how could you possibly know you liked them? And I never understood how people “chose” who they dated. Did they just choose whoever they liked hanging out with the most?
But any time I voiced this it was always met with worse and worse reactions. It led to isolation among peers and my family. My parents made it pretty clear I wasn’t who they wanted me to be. That I wasn’t normal.
I soon learned to fake it. Pretend I understood it.
The idea of not being attracted to anyone seemed like a foreign idea to most people I met. Even when I branched out and moved away, I met a few people in the lgbt community who couldn’t grasp it either and reacted poorly and it made me feel stupid. Like maybe I wasn’t just screwed up to people who fit in the neat little box society wants you to fit in, but to everyone else as well.
Maybe I was wrong. If it’s an impossibility even in this community that champions diversity and acceptance then can that really be my reality?
I kept trying to force it. To date, but every time I did I always felt that same skin crawling discomfort and it always petered out. It didn’t matter who it was or what gender. It always felt wrong. It was suffocating.
I don’t think there’s a movie that better portrays that all consuming, suffocating stagnation of feeling so out of place– knowing you’re out of place compared to those around you– and in response forcing yourself to fit what other people expect of you than I Saw the TV Glow.
Whenever I think back to growing up or whenever I return home that same feeling this movie is centered around always drenches my experiences.
And even now it’s hard to put into words when I talk to other people what I’ve felt when it comes to this aspect of my life.
That comment from Owen about knowing there’s nothing there when talking about romance and attraction, but being too afraid to look and knowing that his parents know something is wrong with him hit harder than any other scene from a movie I’ve watched this year.
It’s that absence of something that is at the heart of asexuality that makes me always question what I choose to identify as when I have to explain it to someone. Because for the most part my explanation boils down to (in broad oversimplified terms): I’ve never felt attraction, I’m more interested in watching a Spider-Man movie than I’ve ever been into even just the idea of dating, every time I’ve attempted to date it’s been uncomfortable and I’ve actively dodged anything beyond friendship while in the “relationship”.
And when I try to voice that to another person it always feels like those experiences don’t hold water. That’s describing the absence of something. There’s no real proof of the identity.
With being bi or gay or lesbian there’s something you can I don’t know—point to?— that can help you know your identity.
And that’s the fact that you’ve experienced attraction towards one or more people of one or more genders.
It’s defined not by the lack of something but the presence of an experience.
And so every time I try and explain it I end up feeling stupid. Like I just haven’t tried hard enough to find someone compatible. That I need to get back into the proverbial saddle and try again. I always in some way feel ashamed and backtrack as a result.
This is in no way to say that it’s harder or easier to be one identity or the another. Everyone’s experiences are different and everyone experiences are valid. This is just a struggle I’ve found that’s unique to asexuality that many people I’ve talked to have also experienced.
I haven’t felt that part of my experience be seen in media until I saw this movie. Maybe I’m latching onto what I can get or maybe that was an intrinsic part of the movie. That’s not important. What’s important is that it’s something I felt seen in even if it was literally just one scene.
This is my really long winded and roundabout way of saying that I really think this movie is going to stick with me much longer than any other thing I’ve seen this year.
Things can be hard to put into words and as a result I tend to keep things inside. I’m fairly certain I’m ace but it might turn out I’m on a different romantic spectrum then I thought or I fall somewhere different than I thought on the ace spectrum. I don’t know what I’ll discover in the future.
I’m likely not going to express my label out loud to anyone but a select few. I still can’t express this particular label out loud to many people. My family is definitely never going to hear it. A friend or two might.
It’s something I struggle with on a regular basis. I’m fine with identifying with the label in my head—in a lot of ways it makes me feel comfortable and happy— but any time I try to voice it the words die in my throat and I can’t help but feel ashamed. It’s easier to just tell people I don’t want to date right now. That there are all these factors in the way (finances, time, jobs, etc) than it is to try and explain what I’ve just rambled about above.
I know many people have felt and understood that experience and I hope people know they’re valid. You can express your identity with your full chest, shout it from the rooftops and let people know, or you can keep it to yourself, identifying as your label solely in your head. Both experiences are valid. And if your label changes at some point in your life that doesn’t make what you chose to identify as at this point any less valid too. People are always learning and growing. You can gain a new understanding of yourself as time move forward.
Sorry for the way too long ramble. This movie made me feel things.
#i saw the tv glow#a24#aroace#asexuality#asexual#ace experience#this is my overly long#thoughts on my own experiences#and how labels can shift#and that your experiences#aren’t more or less valid#if you choose to say it out loud#or identify as it solely in your head#life’s complicated
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Some thoughts on Blitz having combined type ADHD and why it matters to me . . .
First, I'm not negating other neurodivergences that he might have or other roots of his issues. I do think he also has dyslexia, and I also think his father didn't bother to get him much of an education. And yes, a lot of the traits I'm about to write about overlap too with ASD and various trauma responses. Comorbidity is real, and we're talking about fiction and only have so much to go on. Your interpretations/ways of diagnosing him are valid even if they don't match mine. Cool? Okay, let's go.
Inattentive symptoms. Blitz's plans come off as disorganized/chaotic, he doesn't do paperwork, doesn't know what insurance is, and visibly zones out during some conversations. He also hyperfocuses when something strikes an emotional cord, i.e. following M&M and looking for his sister, and can't focus on anything else. Random tangents and doodles seem to be a regular part of his workday. He can do fucking somersaults in midair but falls on his cute little face when he's not paying attention to where he's walking.
Hyperactive symptoms. He's bursting with energy and almost always seems ready to get up and go. He's randomly climbing things/sitting weird in chairs all the time, even as an adult. I thought this was an imp trait. Other imps don't do this. It's a Blitz trait. He speaks without thinking a lot and seems to process things out loud.
Strengths. He's calm and strategic in a crisis. He's creative and excited about his own ideas. He's at home in chaos and makes chaos WORK for him. He improvises. He's always wanted to be the boss of his own company and do things his own way. I love him so much. I love that being different/original/chaotic is portrayed so positively.
RSD (Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria). Without going into Blitz's everything, the gist is that behind the front that he doesn't care, Blitz is super sensitive to being rejected and spends a lot of time scared that rejection is going to happen. Look at him at the end of Ozzie's. Listen. This can be caused by A LOT of things, but it's super common with ADHD too, mostly because we have a ton of experience with being rejected and trouble predicting when it's going to happen. Among everything that's happened to him, Blitz had lots of "not good enough" moments as a kid.
There's a lot more. I was going to do screenshots but got overwhelmed by how many episodes I'd have to sift through.
Why I care:
I'm feeling well represented of course. So often, the person with ADHD in a piece of media is a kid, or if they're an adult, they're the primarily inattentive type. I'm still hyperactive in adulthood, and when I'm not masking enough, my behavior gets misunderstood a lot (some of this also comes from being a woman, but since I'm talking about a male character here . . . another time). It's fun and affirming to see a character in fiction who's not masking his ADHD much (because he really isn't good at that lol) and has a ton of issues but kind of rocks at being himself anyway.
#Blitzo#Blitz#Helluva Blitz#Helluva Boss Blitz#Helluva Boss Blitzo#Helluva Boss#My Helluva Meta#Tbh if you read this essay props#Blitzo Buckzo#Also pretty sure both Viv and Brandon have said that they have ADHD so there's that
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this is really only a small point in the end, but like... the first thing that made us solidly go "nope!" about the idea of a school for plurals was the mention of everyone having a badge connected to simplyplural that would show the current fronter.
like, not even going into the personal part, our first point is: who would manage the simplyplural account, first of all? taking us, for example, doing shit on our phone is incredibly difficult and overwhelming. there's a reason why we don't answer 90% of asks we get (on this blog, on the plurillean-confessions blog, etc) on our phone, and as far as we can tell, simplyplural is primarily a mobile app (actually, we're trying to register on the web, and it just straight up is not working--either it tells us that our password isn't valid even though it is, or it gets stuck in a loading loop). and there's probably folks who would struggle to manage a simplyplural themselves in general, regardless of where it was.
okay, so, then who would manage the account if the person it's for can't? we sure as hell wouldn't trust someone else to manage something that's so personal, let alone someone who is meant to be an authority figure, so that puts staff entirely out of the picture if you're trying to make this a safe and comfortable place. and of course, there's every chance that whoever is chosen to manage the simplyplural just... won't listen to the system in question. won't add new members the system says are there for whatever reason, won't change pronouns or apeparances, etc.
alright. alrightalrightalright. put managing it to the side. let's talk about the display of who's fronting, right? two problems i can immediately foresee:
(1a) privacy. this is immediately a huge concern for privacy, say for headmates who want to log themselves fronting, but don't want other people to know they're there. for a while, one of our headmates (Mimic) used a completely different pk proxy while talking in certain servers because it was worried that, if people knew who it was, they would immediately run it out of the place.
(2a) multiple fronters at once. unless this badge is huge or the text or whatever else is on there is tiny, how are you going to manage multiple fronters? multiple badges? okay, how many badges is the maximum? because, for example, when Wolf fronts, all of us are always there. so that's immediately 6 people. and usually, there's more than just Wolf. often, other folks such as Arratay, Parrot, and Lewis are around. that's 9 people all fronting at once. how are you going to deal with that?
and (2b) hey, the whole point of showing who's fronting is to show who is talking, right? what about in cases where someone blips in for a few seconds to add in a random comment before leaving? what if this regularly happens to the point where it could get confusing about who said what unless someone shows up on the badge (like with us, where mentioning a certain headmate or something they're interested in will get their attention, and they'll often send in a quick "hi" or a short (or long) infodump about whatever we're talking about before promptly leaving)?
oh, and not to mention (2c + 1b) what about headmates who front a lot because of something, but don't talk? if they're fronting, they'd supposedly show on the badge, but it wouldn't be them talking. some months ago, we joined a server for a game that was a special interest of Guppy's, and ze would pretty much be in front every time we were playing the game or engaging with the server. note: ze never said a single word, ze always had someone else talking for hir because ze was too anxious to talk to people and let people know ze was there.
and then, of course (2d) what about systems who are almost constantly blurry? who often have multiple headmates fronting at once, but when they're fronting, it's basically just thoughts-and-feelings soup that can't easily be separated into "headmate 1" and "headmate 2"? or systems that struggle to figure out who specifically is fronting for one reason or another? what then?
i don't know. maybe it's just us, but that comment was the very first thing that really put us off. (and then, of course, followed by the whole "ooo it's an experiment!" thing.) that was the thing that immediately put a sour taste in our mouth. it's small potatoes compared to... everything else, but we were really put off by it (and we're honestly surprised nobody else has said anything about it).
#original posts#we're not main tagging this one just because this is mostly just a thought spill (and we don't want to risk getting into any arguments)#but it's perfectly fine to reblog if you want
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Hello! i hope youre having a great day/night
I’ve recently read your fics and i do truly love them, i was here to request something if you dont mind. Feel free to ignore this if its uncomfortable for you!!
I honestly LOVE heavy angst but fluff at the end lmao, could you maybe write something rreeallllyyy angsty with jun, but with a fluff ending? I can’t really come up with good ideas tbh, but maybe a huge argument? Honestly i dont know i just cope with these stuff so anything is fine lol.
Thank you so much if youre seeing this!! Have a great day/night
ofc!! And thank youu aswell, also if the story was not what you had in mind please tell me!! Now lets focus on the ff :DDD
Rebuilding Us
idol!Jun x reader!Y/n
Angst + Fluff
🧸 Word count 🧸 : 664
🎀 Summary : Argument drives you and Jun apart. Reconciliation brings the two of you back together stronger.
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Jun stood in the living room, tension crackling in the air like a live wire. You had been arguing for hours, and now, exhaustion and frustration were beginning to take their toll.
"I just don't understand why you can't see it from my perspective!" Jun's voice was raised, his usual calm demeanor shattered by the intensity of the argument.
You crossed your arms, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. "And I don't get why you're always so quick to dismiss my feelings! It's like you don't even care!"
His eyes softened for a brief moment before the anger flared up again. "That's not fair, and you know it. I care more than you realize, but this—" he gestured between the two of you, "this is tearing us apart."
The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken words and hurt. You both stood there, breathing heavily, trying to process everything that had been said. The emotional distance between you seemed insurmountable.
"I just… I need some space," you finally whispered, the words cutting through the tension like a knife. "I can't keep doing this."
Jun's face fell, and for a moment, you saw the vulnerability behind his anger. "So, what? You're just going to walk away?" His voice was quiet now, laced with pain.
You turned away, unable to look at him. "I don't know, Jun. Maybe we both need time to figure things out."
As you walked to the door, you heard him sigh deeply. "I don't want to lose you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't keep fighting like this either."
You paused, your hand on the doorknob, and looked back at him. The sight of him, standing there with a mixture of desperation and sadness, made your heart ache. "I need to think," you said softly. "I hope you understand."
Days passed, and the space between you and Jun felt like a chasm. You missed him terribly, but the arguments had left scars that were slow to heal. One evening, as you sat on the couch, lost in thought, your phone buzzed with a message.
Y/n can we talk? I miss you.
You hesitated, your heart racing. After a few moments, you typed back a simple reply.
Okay.
That night, you met at the park where you had shared so many happy memories. Jun was already there, pacing nervously. When he saw you, he stopped, his expression a mix of hope and fear.
"Hi," he said softly.
"Hi," you replied, equally nervous.
There was a long silence before Jun spoke again. "I've been thinking a lot about what you said. About how I dismiss your feelings. You're right. I was so caught up in my own frustrations that I didn't really listen to you."
You took a deep breath, your heart pounding. "I wasn't fair either. I should have tried to understand where you were coming from instead of just getting defensive."
Jun stepped closer, his eyes searching yours. "I don't want to fight anymore. I want us to work through this. Together."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded. "Me too. I hate being apart from you, Jun."
He reached out, gently taking your hand in his. "I love you. More than anything. Let's not give up on us."
A tear slipped down your cheek as you squeezed his hand. "I love you too. Let's start over."
Jun pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he was afraid to let go. The warmth of his embrace felt like coming home. In that moment, all the pain and anger melted away, replaced by the promise of a fresh start.
As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy. But as long as you had each other, you were ready to face anything together.
The night sky above was clear, the stars shining brightly as if celebrating your reunion. And as you walked hand in hand, you both knew that the love you shared was stronger than any argument, ready to face whatever came next, together.
#svt jun#junhui x you#junhui ff#jun ff#jun x reader#jun fluff#junhui x reader#jun angst#junhui scenarios#seventeen jun#wen junhui#seventeen#svt#svt fluff#svt fanfic#svt x reader#seventeen imagine
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Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 3 - The Imp
How the mighty do fall.
(Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)
He's not just a bitch! He's a bitch with a backstory.
pt. 1 | pt. 2
Word Count: 3,140
Warnings: a lot of trauma related stuff, a lot of self-deprecating thoughts, some things are canon-compliant and some are my own, i think that's it, also hey look it's the reason blitzø wanted to sneak into ozzie's so bad!
Blitzø has been called many different things throughout his life.
Most of those things have been insults but, hey, who’s keeping track?
From an entitled prick to a selfish asshole to shit-for-brains to imp scum to… well, you get the gist of it. You name it, he’s been called it. And he was perfectly fine with being all of those things.
He’d decided very early on that he would own any titles he was given if it meant he had any sort of control over how they affected him.
And it worked. If he was going to be called useless, or selfish, or a low-level regardless of what he did, he was just going to let himself become all of those things. If no one expects anything good to come from him anyway, why should he even care to try? This wouldn’t help stop them saying all those awful things he hated to hear about himself, but at the very least he’d be at peace knowing he wasn’t spending his entire life humiliating himself for the off-chance that someone would see him the way he wanted them to.
That way, he’d always have the upper hand.
Growing up in the circus, Blitzø learned at a very young age that he was no more than a collateral to his father. ‘Useless’ at being sufficiently entertaining, as he always heard he was, Blitzø understood entirely too well that he was only kept around for the simplest of all things he was: unpaid labor and an obligation.
At times, in his teenage years, he’d start to wonder if he would ever have been kept around at all if it weren’t for his mother.
And sometimes, well into adulthood already, Blitzø would find himself hurting people. Really hurting people. Sometimes even on purpose, without ever fully understanding why he did what he did. Most of the time he would try and ignore it, or pretend not to care, try to convince himself it was for the best that he kept his distance from people.
But, at certain times, thoughts of his mother would consume him. Would she be proud of who he had become?
He hardly thought so.
There were times when he would even find himself wondering who he could have grown up to be had she stayed around for longer. Would he be nice? Kind? Caring?
Would he be loved?
But she wasn’t around, and that was his fault, he kept reminding himself. And that wasn’t fucking fair.
His mother was always kinder than his father ever was. She was sweet and caring and always made sure to check on him. The moments they spent together were always his favorite as a kid.
When she was with him, it almost felt like nothing else mattered, as if her presence could shield him from anything- he always blindly believed her when she told him time and time again that everything would be okay. It was a nice feeling.
She was always full of life, always the soul of every room she entered, always cheering Blitzø back up when he was down. She was always pure light.
Except when his father was around.
Blitzø loathed the way her demeanor changed around him, how she minimized herself to be next to him. When he was young, he’d always toyed in his mind with the idea of her being two different people who shared the same body: there was his mother, and there was his father’s wife.
His mother was kind, compassionate, caring, free. His father’s wife was cold, quiet, dull.
Fizzarolli entered his life really early on.
At merely seven years old, he was taken into the circus after losing his parents in a freak accident, and Blitzø remembers the day they met clear as day.
Fizz was small. At the young age of eight years old, Blitzø vividly remembers his mind conjuring the term ‘fragile’ to describe him.
Scared and vulnerable, Fizzarolli was an emotional creature, only a kid, after all. And that demanded care. At first, Blitzø really didn’t enjoy having to share his mother as a caregiver in the slightest. He was also only a kid, after all.
As time passed, though, he grew to quite like Fizz’s presence. He’d never really been much too surrounded by other kids, as it’d always been only him and his parents, and now he had a best friend! Someone to talk to and play with all the time, and who was as eager for a friend as he was himself.
A couple years later, at ten years old, Blitzø received news from his parents: he was going to be a big brother. His father didn’t seem to express too many feelings about that- he never really expressed much other than disdain when it came to him, for the matter, but his mom seemed excited.
Blitzø wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about it. Sure, he got used to sharing his life with Fizz, but that was enough, wasn’t it? Things were good as they were, why mess it up with another kid?
When Barbie was born, Blitzø made it his personal goal to express just how much he disliked the idea of having a sibling- but that only lasted a few weeks. A few weeks of being rude and purposefully stubborn were enough for him to notice how hurt his mother was that he was acting that way, especially when she was already clearly overwhelmed with taking care of the baby along with himself and Fizzarolli.
Being the reason for his mother’s tears was the thing he hated the most in the whole wide world.
And so he stopped. It took him many months for his feelings about his sister to really change, but he decided he wouldn’t be so mean about it anymore, for his mom’s sake. And, with time, he grew used to his sister too. Sure, she was annoying and extremely clingy, as all babies and younger siblings are, and yes, he’d still act annoyed at her, but he started to not mind it as much.
He started to care.
At ten years old, too, on a random day, something rather unusual happened: his father came looking for him after a show, prompting him to stand up from the floor where he’d been playing with Fizz and their balloon horses, because he’d been… sold?
Yeah, that’s right. His dad told him, normal as ever, that apparently one of the Goetia princes had seen their part of the show earlier, and his father wanted to, quite literally, purchase Blitzø for the rest of the day.
“Ew. Why?”
“Because money!” That always seemed to answer plenty when it came to Good Old Cash.
He was dragged to the Goetia palace with a purpose: to steal everything he could. That didn’t feel right nor did it feel safe. After all, who knew what sort of bad things could happen to him if he got caught stealing from royalty? He was young, but he knew they weren’t demons you wanted to mess with.
He was scared.
But they needed the money, and his dad had pulled the card that could get him to do basically anything he was asked to: ‘don’t you want to help your mother?’
Of course he’d do anything to help mama.
Getting back home, he felt bad. Because the prince had been kind to him the entire time. Because the prince was naive, clearly not even having considered the possibility of Blitzø having been there to do what he did. Because everything his dad had told him about the big bad royals seemed to fall flat with Stolas.
Getting back home, he still struggled to understand why he had been the one chosen to go, and not Fizz, when Fizz was clearly a better… well, everything… than he was.
It was all too confusing, growing up with Fizz. As much as he loved him, there would always be a part of him that felt jealous, insecure around him. Because, to him, it seemed his best friend was everything he wanted to be and everything he wanted to be seen as. A better entertainer, a better friend, a better kid to his parents. Everything Blitzø could never live up to.
But, as he grew older, he came more and more to the realization that it wasn’t Fizz’s fault. It was all his parents. Or, rather, it was mostly his father. He was the one who put the two against each other, when, time and time again, they showed they only wished to work together, to be kids, to be friends… or more, maybe?
On the day of Fizarolli’s 17th birthday, Blitzø had been set on confessing the feelings he’d come to nurture towards the boy. Never used to this sort of thing, the only person he’d told about it was his mom, who had smiled oh-so-sweetly at him and hugged him as he let out tears, assuring him that it was okay for him to feel that way, even if it was scary. He’d prepared a badly rehearsed but well-meaning speech, written something for him in a birthday card, and even gone as far as stealing a rose from someone’s backyard to give him too.
Fizzarolli would have never even dreamed he’d have ever done all that for him, because he didn’t give him the card, and he didn’t give him the rose, and he didn’t tell him how he felt. Because there Fizz stood, laughing with his friends- friends! Friends who looked better and acted cooler and who were so, so much more interesting than Blitzø could ever be. He wasn’t a kid anymore, but he was still young. He still let his jealousy get the best of him, still let the frustration of feeling pathetic for even considering the chance that his best friend could feel the same way he did consume him.
But, as angry, as frustrated, as sad as he was, he never meant for it all to happen.
The fire changed everything.
His mother was gone because of him. His best friend almost died because of him. Barbie only went unharmed in sheer, dumb luck. Everyone’s lives were ruined, and it was all his fault.
And so he decided he’d be better off far away. Not forever. Not for long. But, for now, everyone was sure to be better off without him near. He’d caused enough destruction already and he’d forever have the scars to remind him.
So he left. Simple as day, he told a crying, barely eight-year-old Barbie he’d be back soon and left a note for his father to find and give Fizz when he recovered.
Not forever. Not for long.
The next time he saw his sister again was nine years later. And he tried. He so desperately tried to be present again. But Barbie didn’t seem to think it was fair of him to go no-contact for so many years. Yes, their father sucked- but leaving meant he left her to grow up alone with him. She lost a mother too. He wished things were different, but couldn’t blame her.
Two years later, at nineteen years old, was the first time Barbie had to be checked into rehab. Blitzø went there to visit every week, of course, but she never let him in.
Just like Fizz, no matter how many times he tried, she simply didn’t want to see him.
After the fire happened, Blitzø decided he wouldn’t work as a clown ever again, cutting short his own big, flashy dreams.
But that was the only thing he ever learned to do, and that made things difficult. For years on end, he had to jump from one job to another, trying to find anything he could to make a living for himself.
He was never all that eager to admit to this part of his past, but there were times during which he’d slept on the streets or forced himself onto one one-night stand after the other just to have a place to crash. At some point, he found himself gambling the little money he got from working here and there.
That’s how he met Verosika Mayday, anyway. At a cheap, dark, dirty club in Lust, as he tried to drink his sorrows away and let his luck decide whether he’d be able to pay for his stay at some gross little inn room down in Greed for the night or not, and she tried to kickstart her singing career, standing on the poor-lit makeshift stage with her electric-pink electric guitar and singing something barely anyone was paying any attention to.
A few years later came Loona. And Loona was love at first sight. At first, he wasn’t looking for a hellhound like her to adopt. He wanted a pet.
But she looked so scared and angry, and so, so much like himself. She was about to be thrown out of the system into the streets to fend for herself at only eighteen. He knew what that was like entirely all too well, and he knew it wasn’t pretty. He wasn’t exactly the most sensitive person ever, but if only he could be something like a family to her, if only he could help her in any way so she didn't have to be all alone…
He adopted her immediately.
It was a crazy idea, for many, very obvious reasons. First off, he’d just started making enough to make rent for a one-bedroom apartment in a shitty side of imp city. Second off, even though he was doing slightly better, he still barely made enough to feed himself alone. Third off, he had no fucking clue how to be a parent. Much less how to parent a teenager.
But he made it work. He promised himself he’d make it work. He worked everywhere he could find, doing anything he possibly could (and, in hell, that meant anything), at any crazy hour, to make enough to support Loona. He bought books about parenting that he couldn't really read much of because most of them were targeted to soon-to-be parents of… well, babies, and included nonsense, fancy-pants words he didn’t have the patience to try and understand, but he tried his best to be a good parent to her.
He never forced her to call him dad or anything of the sort, because he could understand how that was probably hard. He still couldn’t stop himself from shedding a few emotional tears when she did, even if most times were slip-ups.
About a year or so later, he was set on a goal: he wanted to make a living for himself. Really make a living. Blitzø was tired of putting himself through every single job he could find just to barely make enough for him and Loona.
Well, it’s not exactly like he’d be the winner in a competition for the best morals in hell.
He started stealing. What? This was hell!
The lifestyle went surprisingly well for him. He wasn’t making bank, but it beat working like 24 hours a day to barely survive. As time went on, though, he started getting more and more confident. Stealing more, from wealthier, more influential people, pushing himself to do better each time things went well for him, having fun with letting things get more violent and subsequently bringing attention to himself.
He was bound to steal too close to the sun someday. After a particularly… well, greedy robbery down by the Greed ring, things went south quickly, resulting in his arrest.
Jail sucked, but honestly, he’d had worse. And, hey, his cellmate was sufficiently cool.
Moxxie wouldn’t tell him much about his past or how he ended up there, but that wasn’t to worry when he didn’t particularly want to do the same either. What mattered was he had a plan to escape and a plan for after that and Moxxie could be of assistance.
Escaping wasn’t easy, and the two of them didn’t leave exactly unharmed, but it was successful.
The grand plan for after that was to start a company that specified in hired assassinations. Moxxie wasn’t perfectly happy with the idea, but damn was he good with a gun.
But two not-even-that-much-experienced assassins didn’t really make a company, did they?
After a lot of convincing, even though they didn’t even keep in contact quite as much as they used to anymore, he somehow got y/n, a succubus he’d become friends with about a year before, to agree to work with them.
Okay, three’s a crowd.
Millie joined in not long after.
Four’s a party. Or, well, a hired assassination company.
They worked phenomenally well all together as a team- even Loona was brought into the business, though Blitzø never really let her participate in the killing. Business went okay… until it didn’t. Things didn’t work as well in reality as they did in their minds- not for very long, at least.
And so Blitzø had to bring back into light the same dumb, far-fetched idea he’d had a year earlier.
“What if we could kill humans?” He blurted out during a meeting in which the point of discussion was how to increase business.
You made a face at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I mean it. Like, imagine how many of these sinners are walking around here just double-dying to have someone that they hate up there dead too. We’d have clients like forever!”
“If that were possible, Blitzø.,” Millie chimed in.
“It is possible.”
“Boss, no offense, but did you hit your head again?” Moxxie questioned, understandably confused.
“Y/n knows what I'm talking about!”
“What? No I don't.”
“Yeah you do. Your best friend Ozzie-boy has something that could let us do that.”
“Are you- wait.” There’s no fucking way. “When we met- were you- were you trying to steal an asmodean crystal?”
“I was not not trying to steal an asmodean crystal.”
“Uh, what is an asmodean crystal?” Loona asked, and you were surprised she’d even been paying attention.
You sighed. “Asmodeus has these enchanted crystals that can be used to create portals to the living world. We- uh- we get to use them at times. When necessary.”
“See? It’s perfect! He’d totally give you one.”
“Not for this. I think you forgot Fizzarolli hates your guts. Ozzie’s not gonna give me a crystal so I can help you with something. Really what the fuck did you even do to this guy?”
Blitzø ignored your last question completely. “He let you work with me,” he commented, matter-of-factly.
“He’s not my owner, asshole. But no. It’s not happening.”
Well, he'd really hoped it wouldn't have to come to this, but… he did know someone else who had a little something that could grant access to the living world.
A/N: I bet with so much complaining yall werent expecting this to actually come out huh expect the unexpected
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𝒲𝑒𝒷𝒷𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏!𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
🄵🄴🄰🅃🅄🅁🄸🄽🄶: ᴇɴʜʏᴘᴇɴ, ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ ᴏғ ᴛxᴛ
E̶n̶e̶m̶y̶s̶ 𝚝𝚘 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝖆𝖚.
Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ: ｌａｎｇｕａｇｅ
𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔: @jaylaxies @pockettwinzz @diorsyun @rinbowaman @heeslomll @hoonieshoneymain
sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs: Sunghoon is quite a confusing man. He's the renowned spiderman that's keeping its identity a question, but he is also quite a mean guy to a certain lady. But, your natural charms had a go at him, and now he's looking at you at a different persepective: someone he could spend his forever with. It'll take time though, from pain to growth, but rest assured, he's quite a lover.
ʅιƙҽʂ, ɾҽႦʅσɠʂ αɳԃ/σɾ ϝσʅʅσɯιɳɠ ɱҽ ɯιʅʅ Ⴆҽ ɱυƈԋ αρρɾҽƈιαƚҽԃ!!
Part 1: Meeting her...
Dividers by @dollywons!!
Sunghoon's successfully survived the start of his Uni life with the help of his friends, Jake and Jay. It was time for chemistry, and neither did your nor Sunghoon expect this to be the fateful encounter, and a start of a blossoming relationship.
The trio sat in the back, especially in a corner, knowing that the professor wouldn't look so high up. They were busy judging girls, and were disgusted when a few thought they could really have a chance with them, using their 'cute manner'. To Sunghoon, it was just faces scrunched up in weird positions, and annoying high-pitched voices that secretly let out their inner whore.
Ah, then came a beauty that had no intention of boasting her divine looks, someone gentle and innocent. It seems she didn't have a person she knew, coming in and sitting alone, silently, three benches to the back. She did everything so gracefully, like as if it was something she always does. Maybe he could have a shot at talking to her, hoping she won't bite.
Once class ended, Sunghoon packed his bag in a hurry, glancing every few seconds in case you were leaving. To his delight, you were still organising your bag, giving him the oppurtunity to talk.
"Umm, hi.." Sunghoon knew how awkward it felt. He may be loud, but he was an Introvert, limiting his ability to speak up.
You felt you should continue it on, seeing how shy he was, he's probably panicking that you were going to ignore him. He was very handsome as well, encouraging you to continue this new meeting.
"Hi...nice to meet you." You can't lie, your heart was going to explode when you saw his smile, eyes with a sparkle of hope.
"I-I'm Sunghoon!" He squirmed at the fact he stuttered, thinking it made him look absolutely pathetic.
(Cute..) You thought, starting to become more delusional by the second. Could he possibly like you? Why was he stuttering? In any case, it would be nice making a friend.
"I'm Y/n...Y/n L/n" You chuckled, seeing the way a pink tint began to reveal on his bread cheeks.
Jake and Jay hanged about in the corner, amused by this sudden conversation. Sunghoon wasn't the type to initiate one with a stranger, giving them the idea he may have fallen for her. Why wouldn't he though? She was very pretty, and looked like she was wife material.
"So uh, do you wanna hang out with us..? I-I'm gonna go get some lunch then uh..walk around.." He honestly didn't know what to do with such a woman, because he wanted to give his all.
"That would be nice, I'll go pack up!" You flashed him a smile, assuring him that you were excited about this.
You and Sunghoon just decided to walk around campus, gifted with a beauiful, sunny weather and vibrant colours of green and orange on mother nature. When people eyed you both down, you figured it was just Sunghoon's perfection. Turns out, this whole time your arms were linked together, giving anyone the impression that you were a couple. It looked unreal, for you both were gorgeous.
You guys just exchanged things about life in general, from talking about favourite foods to the most embarassing moments, you two almost shared it all: almost. Sunghoon got way too comfortable with you, sharing many things that had happened in his life. He only snapped back into reality when you asked what he does. He needed to make something believeable, and quick. 'Entertainment'...AH!
"Oh, I'm just a singer and dancer that's payed good money, I also do a bit of modelling here and there." He laughs it off in an attempt to make it look casual.
You weren't suprised, his good looks would've carried him if he was part of the entertainment industry.
Today seemed like it was in Sunghoon's favour, bell ringing to cut off any possibilty of her asking to come around.
"Oh, shoot! What class have you got next?" Sunghoon asked, feeling a bit panicked as Jake and Jay were nowhere to be seen.
"I think we have the same class, let's just go." Dragging Sunghoon, who looked like a lost puppy.
"How was your date with Miss Y/n L/n?" Mocked Jake, rubbing his shoulders with Sunghoon.
"Do you know where she lives?" Asked Jay, cringing at Jake's faces.
"Why d'you ask?" Grunted the youngest, shoving Jake off him.
"If you like her, protect her." Stated the eldest of the trio, making Sunghoon sprint to you, because it's not time to swing about just yet. Geez, Jay's so damn smart.
"H-hey! Y/n!" Sunghoon called out, a slight pant coming out his lips. You liked seeing Sunghoon, and you trusted him.
"What's up, Hoon?" He bit his lip at the nickname, loving you as each second passes.
"Uhh, can I walk you home?" Shit, why did he have to be perfectly positioned in the sunlight, like as if you were meeting an angel in heaven.
You couldn't deny him, and, you pretty much wanted it. You took your time packing your things, so that you could be one of the last people, and less interference.
"Yeah, maybe you could protect me..." You muttered while running away, "OR THOSE MUSCLES ARE FAKE AND ARE ONLY ON DISPLAY!!"
That hurt his pride, and boy, the time at the gym was worth it.
Jay and Jake shared one mind at this point:
"He's down bad."
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Every time people talk about how Israel isn’t losing as many people in wars, I want to groan so much that my throat gives up on me. Like, dude, why do you think that is? It’s not because Hamas doesn’t try. It’s the fucking Iron Dome, which takes a huge amount of money and portion of the budget to keep going. It’s because the buildings are specifically been designed with a shit ton of infrastructure that can survive missiles and rockets. It’s because there’s the bare fucking minimum in Israel of bomb shelters
You know that it’s actual regulation that almost every building needs to have some sort of shelter? They do this with flats too, my cousin and her boyfriend’s shelter is literally their bedroom because they NEED this and there wasn’t enough space to put it in other places. It used to be just shelters below buildings, but they’ve changed it to other rooms too because in the 90’s the chance of missiles which used toxic gas were becoming increasingly high (this is something my parents went through, once there was a missile attack, they were told it could be gas too so they couldn’t go to the shelter. What they had to do was stay in their homes and just put wet towels on ever window and door that had a gap in it. My parents were on the phone the entire time, they were both beyond terrified and my mum thought she was going to die)
And here’s the thing— Gaza could absolutely have that too! Gaza could have missile diverting technology, Gaza could have shelters, Gaza could have strong infrastructure that can survive bombings much better. But they don’t. And the reason— Hamas takes all of this aid supplied, billions of dollars, and either siphons it off for their leaders in Qatar to enjoy, or uses it to build their tunnels and buy more weapons. And it’s a fucking tragedy, when I think about it I start to feel sick and you should too. Because this is horrible, and Gazans deserve so much more than this. But they can’t have it, because their government (if you can even call the mess that is Hamas a government) has decided that their lives aren’t valuable enough
You can criticise Israel for its current assault on Gaza, absolutely. While the idea that the idf as a whole (not talking about individual soldiers, which is still horrific when it’s only a person and not a system, don’t get me wrong) is actively targeting civilians is ridiculously wrong, and leans into the ‘bloodthirsty Jew’ trope. What you can say is that while the idf provides warning, they still aren’t putting civilians high enough on their priority list. They’ll warn a family and help them get out if they’re about to bomb their house or near it, but they won’t not bomb it if the family refuses to evacuate. You can absolutely cut criticise that (just make sure you understand that, very upsettingly, this is a very common thing in war). But this— acting like Israel using aid to help its own civilians, and then implying that it’s its fault for somehow not doing the same for Gaza? This? Is fucking bullshit, and all you’re doing is showing that you care more about the perceived reality of the ‘evil oppressor Israelis who have never faced anything in their lives’ than you do about the truth and real people’s lives
(Also side note, why do they always point to Tel Aviv to be like ‘see! Israel isn’t affected by the war at all’?? Like, of course Tel Aviv isn’t going to be affected by rockets and missiles much. It’s well in the Iron Dome’s territory and very far from Gaza. If you want to see the devastation from this war for Israel you can go to Sderot, or any Bedouin village, or the Golan if you want to see what Hezbollah’s done. They just live in a fantasy world lol)
I 100% agree.
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↳ EVENT 18. Harvey (Yandere & Anal)
Pairing: Harvey / F!Reader
Genre: Smut 18+
WC: 3,330
Warnings: yandere, dubcon, anal, medical malpractice, drug use, drug abuse, just the tip, creampie
Prompt(s): 18 — yandere + 19 — anal
Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!
A/N: for a while, i wasn't sure what to write for this piece. but the idea i eventually settled on is nice, i think. i enjoyed writing it anyway :D harvey is a strange character for me to write because im basically guessing how this man is supposed to act on vibes alone, so i rlly hope i got him down this time!!
Rhythmic taps of his foot bouncing against the floorboards of your bedroom seem to boom in the quiet open space, chin in his hand in faux thought over how he should answer your question, what he should do with you moving forward. On one hand, he didn't get his medical licence for nothing, right? All those vows he took, sworn to do good on this Earth and to help those in need, promising his superiors to lead all into a brighter future with his helpful medicine.
Ah, when he thinks about it like that, there's really no issue at all, is there? Because on the other hand; God he loves you. Love you so much, perhaps a little too much if he's being honest with himself; in secret, never quite getting to grips with how to say those simple three words out loud and to your face. Shameful, isn't he? Pining in privacy over your whole existence, revering you as some sort of celebrity in his smaller world. He'd like to man up and simple tell you how he feels, but his knees almost certainly always buckle from under him at the mere thought of doing so. Perhaps the fact that he hasn't even taken you out on a single date yet is part of the reason why he's been yet unable to tell you the truth, because after all, he's nothing more than your mere valley doctor, right? Or, maybe it's because he thinks you should know how he feels by now, all of these extra home visits to your farm must count for something, right? And surely, deep down, he knows that you aren't happy to see him just because he's got some more euphoric medicine for you... It's because it's him, right? That smile that you greet him with as he enters your room again, you poor thing, you've been bed ridden for quite some time now haven't you? Without him, you'd be unable to do anything!
You'd be nothing.
And isn't that love at the end of the day? Some sickly version of it, full of back pats to help coughs out and body rubs to ease sore muscles. In sickness and in health, as they say.
He sighs, deep and prolonged. An almost yawn from how hard he has to think— there are so many responses one could have to your rather mundane question, and he struggles to settle on the most satisfying one.
"Are you sure I'm not getting better, Harv?"
He hums absently. The attached nickname feels more akin to a promise of further affection than a simple nickname, a perceived closeness shared only amongst lovers. His heart races in his chest, thumping loudly for you to listen to if only your face was pressed snug to his chest. Which he wants oh so badly, yknow? Wants to take care of you forever, to hold you in his arms, wrap you up nice and tight and to keep you there forever more. Is that so bad? Would you blame him if he were to tell you the God's honest truth that no, you're not getting better, and that it's because he's giving you improper medical advice?
Nothing too obstructive! No, he doesn't want to cause you any real harm, doesn't want to damage his goods in any way, shape, or form. But enough bad advice to keep you bed ridden for him, like a little trapped doll in his play house. Soft and pliable to his touch, seeking comfort in the form of his open palms, how they search and tend to your sore body with gentle touch, how they tug on his pants with rougher contact when he thinks you aren't looking. It's just that you're easier to manipulate when you're all doped up on drugs, right? You wouldn't fault him for making you all woozy on purpose, stretching his arms out and straightening his back with resolution, standing up from the bedside chair you'd asked him to collect one lazy afternoon mid check up with determination. You're in here often enough, might as well get comfortable, right?
And comfortable he is, bringing his suitcase along with him to your side, perched precariously on the edge of it so as to not disturb your aching body too much. See, isn't he so thoughtful? Isn't he so kind? Wouldn't he make such a good partner for you, considering he's spent the majority of his recent days simply tending to your every need? Proving his worth to you as a partner, cause if you really think about it, isn't he playing the husband role so well for you right now? He digs through his briefcase while indulging in his self serving thoughts, eager to distract you from the truth else he might have to force you to see how good he is for you. And he wouldn't want to do that, pained at the thought of having you endure any more hurt by his hands. Inside of his case, among various random objects, are a packet of pills. "Here," he hands you one, shivering into the meagre shared connection of your hand as it barely lifts to touch his. He's never felt so strongly about someone before, so this must be fate, right? He must be doing the right thing. "It'll ease the ache, promise." he encourages you, quickly grabbing your nearby glass of water to help aid your swallow. And he can't help but to stare as the water trickles down your throat, how he bares witness to the pill getting swallowed as if it were some kind of porno playing out right in front of him.
You don't need anyone but him, don't you know?
Getting hard by your side has become a somewhat regular occurrence for him. Annoying at first, but then soon turned greedy. He's always done his best to hide it out of fear of judgement, and there's plenty of excuses to use. I'll go get you some more water, excuse me for a moment for I need to use the restroom, I left something in the living room so I'll be right back— but for once, he stays. Selfish desire assisting his actions when he rests a hand on his growing bulge. That's all, he doesn't move it, just rests it there in the mean time.
At least until your pills start to take effect.
A dumb little thing like you should feel lucky to have someone as benevolent as him obsessing over you. Could you imagine if it were anyone more uncouth? Someone more barbaric? Unlike him, who simply keeps pleasant conversation with you as the light from your eyes dull ever so slightly. A pretty sight, one he wants to jerk off to so badly; but because he's such a gentleman, he refrains. For now.
"Have you—" you hiccup, and he thinks it's the cutest sound in the world. Must be part of the pills effect on you. "Have you figured out what's actually... Y'know, wrong with me yet?" You ask, and the slight slur in your speech only has his cock growing harder. Distracts him for your understandable question, causes him to lag behind a little in his response time. Because he's too busy thinking that tonight, he's determined to go one step further than usual. It's why he's brought extra strength pills for you to take. A soft smile tugging on his lips that could easily be passed off as a placation, but only he is privy to the understanding of its true meaning.
So fucking cute all drugged up, sweetheart... Can't wait to show you the fruits of my labour.
"I'm... I'm sorry, your condition is... Well, elusive, shall we say?"
Anything, saying fucking anything to get you to not question his tactics, or his ethics, letting his thumb rub nonchalantly up and down his throbbing cock when you struggle to keep your head upright before him. It's curious, he thinks, how fast the pills have worked. The thought that perhaps he's given you just a little too high a dosage crosses his mind, but he quickly forgets all about it when you offer him that sweet, dopey smile again. Heaven, he thinks. Like a siren song to his worries, you so easily reel him back in and out of his head.
That's why you belong to him, okay?
He takes it as a signal to continue, to take advantage of the situation while you're sat there vulnerable. Otherwise, why else would you be looking so happy right now? Can you feel the medication running through your system right now? How the edge of pain is immediately knocked off thanks to his gracious gift; it's about time you repaid your long overdue debt, don't you think? That's why you're giggling all sweetly at him when he takes to staring at you, his gaze travelling down your bedsheet covered frame but God it's enough to get him going— you're enough to get him rock hard in secrecy.
Especially when you become so easy to manhandle into position, like a cute little ragdoll for him. Or, more crassly, a pretty little fucktoy, right? It's what he's due, after all. Content not to take a single penny off of you for his hours of tireless work caring, tending, loving you; so long as you can pay with your body. And with the help of his medicine, you're able to do just that.
His voice comes out a little hoarse when he coos down at your babbles of nonsense, spurred on by his contradictory gentle touch helping you flip onto your tummy with such ease that his cock involuntarily twitches at your intoxicated display. It'll be easier if you can't see his face during his attack, that way you'll have no memory that it was him with his hands all over you right now. "Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm going to make you feel all better real soon, all right? Just— Just stay right there— here, let me help you move your head to the side so that you can still breathe, and—" He pauses for a few seconds, fully taking in the sight of you laying down so submissively for him, like you want him to exploit you right now. You follow your doctors orders so well, you just need a little help getting in the right headspace. And then, breathlessly, if only because all of his blood is concentrated at his cock and not his brain: "Perfect." The pretty picture of you face down on your sheets below is almost too much for him to handle, prompting him to paw at his bulge before moving on to the next step of his perverted plan.
Slowly, he helps you take off your pyjama bottoms. Cute as they are, and as well as you suit them, he can't rightly make you feel good if you keep them on, now can he? Tugging them down your legs, hissing at the sight of your ass bouncing before him as he goes to grab at it. Just a little, brushing it off as part of his attempt to help undress you, rather than the actual perversion present in his fingertips as he wants for nothing more than to explore every part of you. To touch, mark, and remember every inch of your skin first hand.
But there's time yet to do all of that, isn't there? With the plentiful prescription he's provided you kept in his back pocket, he can play with you for... God, a few months, maybe? And by then you should have already fallen in love with him too, and when you're really all better he can take you on a date, and— fuck, his fingers are hooking under your underwear already. Instinctively pinging the fabric back against you as a little experiment, cock throbbing for you when you let out short gasps in response. Whether you'd like to admit it or not, that pretty body of yours is trying to coax him in, isn't she? Just begging for his care and attention, prompting him to exhale harshly when he tugs your panties off in one fell swoop. Too eager to keep it in his pants any longer, wanting so badly to show you just how much he loves you as he unzips his pants to let his cock spring free. That's enough, there's no need for him to undress more. The thought of having your juices stain his fancy dress pants sticky has his head dizzy, chest tight with unspilled affections wanting— no, needing to be released, and soon if his hard cock is anything to go by. Leaking precum all over your thighs, dripping down to your bedsheets as a reminder of his love for you.
There's just, well... One little problem... Which is that he cannot get you pregnant right now, not without at least taking you on a date first! It's like, the minimal requirement needed before knocking you up, right? That, and he'd rather have you be as in love with him as he is with you before starting a family. Though the thought alone of impregnating you and having you endure carrying his child is an alluring one... Quick, think of a solution before you fucking— Ah. Anal. It's the only other option left, the most obvious one staring him right in his face. Nervously shaking hands coming out to pinch and prod at your ass cheeks, a shiver of pleasure rolling down his spine at your meek reactions. He has to. He's gotta have you no matter what, and the thought of taking you in such a debasing way only makes him harder; though he'd loath to admit it. His precious, pretty, girl; would you like him to fuck your little asshole? A thumb situated between your cheeks, he instinctively spreads you open and fuuuck, such a pretty little asshole you've got. All puckered up and winking at him, he takes that as a resounding yes to his unvoiced question.
He bends down to his briefcase once again to fish out some lube. Carried with him just in case, shivering into the cool liquid that drools over his red hot cock, and God he wants to help stretch you open a little first, fat fingers itching to be buried knuckle deep in your tight hole; but he can't wait. Not for a second longer, fucking his fist for only a couple of strokes to make sure that his whole length is coated in lube and he's already lining himself up to your hole, in a hurry in part because he's not sure how long these drugs will last, but also because he simply can't fucking stop to wait, loves you that much, he's unable to act proper when in your presence.
Eagerly, he pushes his tip inside. Where he thought he might face more resistance, he instead is engulfed by acceptance, an intoxicated reaction cause by the drugs he fed you earlier but fuck if he doesn't confuse it for your willingness to let him fuck your ass right now. Too lost in the feeling of how almost unbearably tight your hole is, squishy insides squirming around him so nicely that he loses his voice for a few seconds, returning it with a guttural moan when he struggles to push in more than just his tip— but that's more than enough for him. A greedy amount even, instantly taking to pulling his hips back only to push back in with more need, uncaring if more of his length enters or not; your pretty little asshole is sucking his tip off so well that he can barely fucking stand it. Seething from behind you, whining with you when you mumble back at him.
"S—Sorry, ah—" He rolls his eyes to the back of his head, sheer pleasure pooling at his core from the way your ass feels, wrapped around him so tightly that he feels as though he's suffocating. The gross nature of not only taking advantage of you right now, but fucking where the sun don't shine, exploring parts of you he hopes no one else has before; it all fills him with so much adoration. Pouring out of him with every needy gasp and wanting sigh, settling into a comfortable pace back and forth— it helps that his fucks help move your body too, the very minor feeling of your ass falling back down against his cock is similar enough to if you were willingly fucking him too. "I didn't mean to— I mean, God, you feel so good, y'know that?"
You can call him whatever you'd like. Gross, disgusting, dirty, obsessed, but he'd never lie to you. Dance around the truth, maybe, but he loves you too much to disrespect you like that, cutting off his lewd lie of I didn't mean to stick my tip into your perfect little asshole, promise! because it's not true. What is true is that you make him feel so good, clenching your puffy hole around him all pretty like that, leaking slick from your cunt like a plea for more. And he wants to give it to you so bad, for as long as possible.
But you were made for him. Close, already? Another confirmation of how you were meant to be with him, if nothing else more embarrassing. There's no other explanation rising in his fucked dumb mind as to why he's already feeling so close; the perversion from defiling your ass is only part of it. Balls heavy as they swing between his legs, still not able to fuck his full length into you just yet, a loud moan spilling from his bitten lips at the thought of taking his time to teach you how to take his whole cock later on. Wouldn't that be fun? Daily stretching sessions, oh fuck, he could coax you into playing with him like that with those pills couldn't he? Thoughts of spreading your legs wide under the guise of warming up your muscles to speed up the healing process, all while his cock is buried deep in your ass a little more each session.
"I can't stop, I'm sorry—" He all but sobs with you, your sounds of satisfaction tugging on his heart when he thinks that there's no way someone who doesn't want this would sound so happy. Your reactions are just so adorable to him, every wiggle and wail egging him on to continue ravaging your little hole in the name of love. The final nail in the coffin not being how tight your ass wraps around his intrusion, or from how the bed squeaks under his every weighty thrust, or even from the cute little moans you let out. But rather, because you seem so happy with him tainting your little asshole with his love, aren't you? Feels so good to have him explore your insides like this, grabbing a handful of your ass to pull it to the side in an effort to watch his seed spill into your hole.
But there's just so much of it, and he's barely bullied his way inside of you. The vast majority of it coming out to stain your cunt sticky white, and he doesn't have the mind to clean it up immediately. Too busy moaning your name over and over again, panting, chest positively heaving from above from the amount of effort it takes him to milk himself empty, overflowing with so much love for you it's a little absurd. A secret freak, a side of him that only you are privy to as he stains your insides with his seed. Don't you feel so lucky?
Barely done, still catching his breath, half smiling at how well you wear his load, he finds that he can't help but to look forward to tomorrows at home appointment even more.
He can only fall more in love with you from here.
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I love manga and comics, but I gotta say. So many of the series i have found most influential to my work either won’t finish, have not finished, or finished in a sort of unsatisfying way. Even if they’re fine, its usually not like.. IT. This is a pretty common experience. I have had a lot more luck watching movies that have endings that felt worth the experience and I’ve started to try to read in hopes to get more exposure to “good endings”.. But i do wish it was more common in my favorite medium to like, have that experience! Even when the endings are pretty good (and there are some, i personally think “paradise kiss” had a great ending that makes me return to the series multiple times over the decades) - I also am like.. I dunno. Its never the highlight of the story, you know. Its not the main reason why you’d read it, is the ending. I would assume most stories across all mediums, the ending isn’t going to be the “best part” anyway. However, after finally finishing watching UTENA earlier this year, I can say that at least for that series (no movie spoilers pls, i still havent seen it ;n;) the ending was in fact, the best part to me and made the entire experience even more memorable and worthwhile to watch. Months later, I’m still kinda amazed that happened! Wish it was not so rare, but also what a treat to get to see something like that felt like what i think an ending to a story should be. Still not a manga/comic ofc, but y’kno. Still good.
Other strong endings for me were: Paradise Kiss (as I said above), There will be blood, Monster, NGE (specifically end of evangelion) … umm! I don’t know.. Is that really it for me? I like the 98’ Trigun end, but i also hated it as a teenager. So its more of a “nostalgic” one to me, same with Princess Mononoke. I’ll include those just for the sake of having more to think of.
There’s plenty more i am fine with and enjoy fine enough.. but i guess its a lot harder for me to find ones that last in my head as what i find to be a satisfying & impressive end.. Of course, endings are all based on taste. Maybe i just haven’t seen enough endings. I think this contributes, along with a plethora of other elements, why writing endings are so hard! There’s just a lot you want to say and it is such a long journey to get there anyway. You are filled with doubt with your executions of ideas, or maybe find the ending you thought of less satisfying than you used to think it was. The longer you spend with something, the more you might find issues. Plus, it really is so hard just to get there. You’re usually falling over with exhaustion just to get to the finish line, let alone do the ending of your dreams. I know when i get to the ends of my chapters, i’m usually so desperate just to get there, i end up feeling like they come out poorly vrs my vision for them.
Yes.. i have been thinking about endings a lot. Its just something that’s always on my mind, with NRD nearing its close. It still is going to take time of course, but as I revise the last chapters I’m still like left with a lot of feelings with wondering how it’ll come out, if i can even do it, ect. I know i will, its inevitable. But after that, well, my big struggle with FFAK will continue. I know that NRD has given me more tools to handle a series as long as FFAK, but its still getting older and it can be harder to understand all the things I wanted to say with it, what I still can say with it and what is the most valuable to say with it. I can’t do everything! And i certainly have more ideas for it than I could draw, I’m excited to have the story close too. Before it used to make me too upset to even think it i’d cry.. But now i’m like yeah! I wanna know too. I want to share what I thought of, even if its not what readers might have thought it was going to be like. Honestly, with every choice i make in the story, i always have had at least 1 or 2 other options, and I get attached to the other versions of the story that i dont get to make. They all end up very different ends, but still more or less the same story regardless.
Anyway, just some thoughts on writing and comics today…
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Scruffy Bogard Headcanons
To all five Bogard fans out here. If @fanaticsnail brought us Clean Shaven Mihawk, I bring us Scruffy Bogard.
(Photos from Armand Aucamp Facebook. Kudos to his photographer because daaaaamn, that lightning 👀)
This came from my idea that, if Bogard grew a beard and got rid of the fedora, nobody would recognize him.
The first time Bogard came back on board after a week leave, all refreshed and unbothered, a grown beard and disheveled hair, nobody recognized him. He walked to his quarters leaving a trail of whispers and sighs from the crew.
Hours later he was back in full uniform and properly groomed, ready to set sail.
The crew kept looking around and asking about the new handsome officer that had come aboard. Bogard would blush and chastise them to go back to their chores. Garp cackled so hard.
But also got the Best Idea Ever™️
Since Bogard is so unrecognizable, he would send him on spy missions when needed.
It's a surprising good idea and Bogard is really good at blending in a crowd or tavern and listening to good gossip.
The problem came when Garp decided that he wanted to play too and go with Bogard to infiltrate some pirate lair.
(Pic from southafrican movie Krotoa starring Armand Aucamp)
As we all can see, Bogard was not amused since Garp is as subtle as an elephant seal, but played the roll of sassy pirate captain surprinsingly well.
Until of course somebody did recognized Garp and everything went to hell. They blew up a little more than their cover, but mostly came out unharmed.
Sengoku was not amused either. They have been planning to take down that lair and capture many pirate crews, just needed a good recollection of the field.
Needless to say that Garp was banned from any spy mission from then on.
Also, also!!!!! Fic ideas (?)
Bogard is on leave and meets Ghost Rose again by chance five years after A Night at Loguetown when she's going back home from a short mission for her old crew. Romantic noir drama ensues again.
Or
Headcanon Divergence - Garp sends Bogard to retrieve some intel from the Phantom Pirates. Normally is the Phantom Captain himself who deals with it, and takes Ghost Rose as back up. She's always in some kind of disguise and stays on the background so Bogard never realizes she's his lost love.
Until one time something goes amiss and they have to escape. They separate from the Phantom Captain. Bogard and Ghost Rose team up to make it somewhere safe to lay low for the night....
Extra kudos if Bogard gets some minor injury and Ghost Rose has to patch him up while still doing her best to keep her disguise.
I have other things to write, why am I doing this to myself???
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Moots and interested people I remember: @jintaka-hane @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity @feral-artistry @indydonuts @since-im-already-here
#one piece live action#opla#opla headcanons#one piece headcanons#bogard one piece#one piece bogard#bogard#opla bogard#bogard x reader
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Hi! Voices & Gemstones here, I saw your reboot of my post about the phrase the future is plural and I wanted to ask something. I would send my ask off anon but it's my main blog and I'm a little ehhh about using it lol but I come in good faith
Im a trauma based system, trying to navigate syscourse and I agree the human brain can split with no trauma, I just... Struggle with the idea someone could purposely give themselves alters in the same way we've known systems to function.
Do self created systems have amnesia & memory issues too? What about issues with control of the body & fights for front? Foreign thoughts and emotions? If it's a self created system why would you create these problems? It doesn't seem possible or reasonable to us, but we can't not ask.
If life stress is what compelled someone to start a self made system then... Doesn't that count as some form of traumagenic?
And like we said way forever ago on our blog, we don't care what source you claim as long as it helps your function in life, we just
We want to understand different sources of plurality better, and you seem very passionate about education, so we wanted to ask. Thank you for your time
- Gemstone System
Thanks for the questions! 😁
Do self created systems have amnesia & memory issues too?
Nope! I mean, not generally! There's like, one guide that purports to be able to induce amnesia between headmates, but the process requires months of mental conditioning and I don't know of anyone who has actually gone through it.
I have noticed we have sort of speed bumps when trying to access someone else's memories, and our own memories often pop up in our head more easily than memories from other headmates do. But I wouldn't call that amnesia.
What about issues with control of the body & fights for front?
Sometimes.
It depends on the system though, and it's not something that I feel happens too often.
For us... by the time I was created, my host was already a mature adult. (I think with a lot of systems who are plural in childhood, the lack of maturity probably contributes to internal conflict and sets up adversarial relationships.) If I wanted to front, we could talk things out. Most of the time, he'd let me if I asked, but If he didn't want me fronting right then, we could work out a compromise so I could front later instead. It doesn't always work out perfectly. But 99% of the time, negotiation works.
Things were a bit harder in the very beginning, but we got better with thime.
Foreign thoughts and emotions?
Like, passive influence where we feel the emotions of other headmates? Yeah, we get that.
If it's a self created system why would you create these problems?
Most tulpas are created for companionship, with loneliness being a major reason cited in studies of tulpamancers.
Something that's important to understand about tulpamancers is that most don't make tulpas for the switching part. I think originally, in the very very early days long before I got here, the tulpamancy community didn't even know switching was possible, and it was something they discovered later.
How a lot of tulpas start out is purely in the inner world or imposed externally. And learning to switch often takes effort and practice. Maybe that's another reason you won't see many fights over front in the tulpa community, because switching is often an act of love, where the host is willing to dedicate their time to it just to allow their tulpas to be happy and interact with the world. It's not generally something that we'd be fighting over.
If life stress is what compelled someone to start a self made system then... Doesn't that count as some form of traumagenic?
I don't think so. At least not in the same way.
The typical traumagenic systems is a system who experiences trauma as a child. They separate this trauma and their brain tries to distance them from it. As they undergo repeated trauma, they have to return to that traumatized state and the dissociation becomes ingrained into them as a trauma response, often resulting in the presence of triggered switching once the traumatized state develops into its own entity that holds those trauma memories. At the same time, in avoiding trauma, they distance themselves from the traumatized part, creating these memory barriers.
While one could argue that loneliness is traumatic and therefore headmates created due to loneliness are traumagenic, the tulpa isn't holding traumatic memories of loneliness. They're just created to provide companionship.
Hope that helped clarify things a bit!
Have a nice day! 😁
#plural#plurality#pluralgang#tulpa#tulpamancy#multiplicity#endogenic#systems#pro endo#system#pro endogenic#pro tulpa#actually plural#actually a system
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Did anyone request harpy Rika headcanons? Or just headcanons of whatever hybrid you’d see her as?
Ooh Harpy Rika I love this idea!!
Harpy!Rika headcannons
Sfw cut for length
Rika is a roadrunner Harpy, her wings are smaller than others but she can still fly; a harpy built for the land. You met her on a hike, your house was not too far from the trail one of the many perks about living in the country. Sitting down on a rock opening up your water canteen. You haven't noticed the heart retail you saw her in the corner of your eye sitting down her red eyes watching you closely, she's always seen humans hiking here but she has never seen a human this close before. Judging by the cute shocked look on your face You don't see many hybrids around here either. She leaned in close trying to touch you
Her smile widen when you jumped off your butt. The first thing you noticed was her long tail green matching her hair and ponytail as it wags like a dog. The Harpy had vibrant colors like a male even though she was a female, and she was tall! Easily towering over you as she got closer. She pouted when you stepped back again. The harpy seemed friendly but you had no idea what hybrids are capable of so it was best to mind your distance. And plus hybrids are considered protected, causing any harm to her would net you in big trouble.
So your eyes widened when she grabbed your wrist gently opening your palm to place... A cactus fruit?? Okay now you're confused... Maybe she was just trying to say hello? Her red eyes sparkle when you accept the fruit putting in your pocket. reaching into your bag you give her half of your sandwich. Something you planned on saving for later but you're okay with giving it to her. She seemed extremely happy with her gift.
You had no idea that would lead to her coming to your house everyday scratching upon the door for you to let her in sometimes, somehow she would get in your house and you have no idea how she's doing it. Sometimes you would go out and see her idly sitting on your fence kicking her feet waiting for you, before she would just give you food, occasionally brushing up against you maybe playing with your hair. Only to follow you around for until the day ends. Then you realize what that piece of fruit really meant One day she had run up to you before you could say a word her lips press against the your neck (something she had saw humans doing before so she decided to try it with her new mate)
You let her touch you, investigate the difference between her body and yours. She pinched and played with your cheeks. And then brushed her clawed fingers against your bottom lip. Rika, so why do humans like the kiss? She wanted to kiss your lips just like the humans she would always see do, but you were so skittish around her. She could never do it. But now, since you were letting her touch you... Rika kissed your lips, and you loved it. You had no idea what the make of her now.... You always thought your partner would be another human not a hybrid but. Personally you don't really mind.
She was practically living with you at this point. She came by almost every day, stayed with you all day, and begged to stay the night with you. (which you eventually caved to that, too) And she happily would cuddle you when you go to sleep till the morning.
#elite four rika#rika pokemon#rika x reader#pokemon headcannons#pokemon x reader#pokémon gen 9#scvi x Reader#rika
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