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writing-is-a-martial-art · 2 years ago

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hello. do you have any helpful resources for understanding asexuality? been trying to figure things out for a very long time and the more I read about it the less I understand

Hello!

Ooh boy, I might be actually completely unhelpful in your endeavors. My experience with asexuality has mostly been vibing with the community hard enough long enough that I decided to stop doubting if I Really Truly Belong™ and just try the label and see where it takes me, I haven't done a lot of proper research on the subject, mostly just what I've gathered through cultural osmosis.

I would suggest going through r/ace or the ace/asexual tags right here on Tumblr and seeing if you vibe with what you're seeing, but I know that what worked for me won't necessarily work for everyone.

Another thing that helped it "click" for me is the split attraction model, separating romantic attraction from platonic from sexual from aesthetic from sensual. I did look up resources for that and I think this article describes it pretty well. Here's a table from the article I feel gives the barebones feeling of what the model actually is:

[ID: A table that is divided into three columns: Type of Attraction, Definitions, Associated Crush Type.

The first type of attraction listed sexual. It's definition is "A desire to have sexual contact with a particular person". The associated crush type is listed as Smush.

Second attraction type: Romantic. Definition: A desire to have a romantic relationship or contact with a particular person. Crush type: Crush

Third attraction type: Platonic. Definition: A desire to have a platonic relationship with a specific person. Crush type: Squish

(Note: Because this type of attraction is so broadly defined, it is frequently used to describe everything from Plushes to friend crushes and you will sometimes see it used in place of other more specific types of attraction.)

Fourth attraction type: Aesthetic. Definition: When someone appreciates the appearance or beauty of another person, in a way that is disconnected from sexual or romantic attraction. Crush type: Swish.

Fifth attraction type: Sensual. Definition: the desire to interact with others in a tactile, non-sexual way (ex: hugging, cuddling, hand holding). Crush type: Lush.

Sixth attraction type: Queer Platonic. Definition: The desire to have a queerplatonic relationship with a specific person. Crush type: Plush/Squash

Seventh attraction type: Alterous. Definition: A sort of gray area between platonic and romantic attraction. It's defined as wanting emotional closeness without necessarily being platonic &/or romantic. Crush type: Mesh /end ID]

I didn't really look into crush types before this, but the definitions are pretty spot on. Some people only experience two or more at once, like sensual + romantic or sexual + platonic, some can experience all/most types of attraction separately. For me romantic and aesthetic attractions usually come together, as well as platonic and sensual, but I can also experience platonic/queerplatonic attraction without experiencing any other type, and I don't really experience sexual attraction, hence why I use the ace label. You might already know all this, but I'm just trying to share what I've got.

Another rundown of common things there's a good chance you already know but won't hurt to repeat:

There's sex neutral aces who don't mind sex and sex-positive aces who like the sensation, what defines asexuality is the experience of attraction.

Asexuality is a spectrum, there's demi/greysexuals and aceflux/acefluid experiences, basically if you only feel attraction under very specific circumstances/only some of the time, you do fall under the ace umbrella and can choose to identify as ace if you want to.

Asexual and aromantic experiences are separate things but they do have some overlap - I'm an arospec ace and I do use the aroace label as well as identifying as gay. There's peeps who are ace without being aro and aro without being ace, so if that's something you feel you vibe with, you may wanna look into that.

There's also no harm in trying labels, if you do something for a while and figure it's not your thing, that's great too, it means you're figuring yourself out. Ultimately it comes down to what you feel like on the inside and what labels you feel and don't feel like using. Some old-school peeps who experience no attraction choose to use the bi label, stating that they do experience attraction to all genders equally, that attraction being none or very little. Quite a few folks that might be classified as ace choose to go unlabeled. There are fancy official definitions for labels but in the end it does come down to you and your experience, you are the cat with infinite boxes laid before you and you can choose whichever you vibe with or ignore them altogether.

I'm sorry I couldn't provide many resources outside of my personal rambles, but I hope this is at least somewhat helpful. I'll tag this with the asexual/ace tags so that if someone has any good resources they could leave 'em in the notes. Good luck figuring yourself out! Go at whatever pace is comfortable for you and take care.

#asexual #ace #oleg's non writing rambles #i am really not sure if this is anything but i did try

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namaris-novels · 24 days ago

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⁎⁺˳✧༚BEAUTIFUL DESTRUCTION˚✧₊⁎

Date written: 05/24/25

Date published: 06/02/25

Synopsis: Post U-20 match—Rin is alone, rethinking his entire goal in life in the locker room. Until someone lets themselves in, and not just into the room. But into Rin's heart.

Contains: OC x CANON, Mild angst(? Idk man just ur typical Rin and Sae trauma), sort of ooc Rin but also not really (he's just overwhelmed and this is my take on how he'd react to the emotions portrayed in this), Rin feeling loved for once in his life, tooth-rotting hurt-to-comfort fluff with some hints of "unhealthy" relationship goals (it's not actually UNhealthy, there's just some very ... specific types of boundaries laid), basically a backstory to the most badass power couple the world will ever see

"Rin."

He would acknowledge the call of his name. Under normal circumstances. Ones where he's level-headed, times when he's aware and keeping his guard up. Like always.

This certainly isn't one of those times.

He's alone in the locker room after the game. Well, he isn't alone now, but he intended to be. So he doesn't look up. He doesn't face the person who let themselves in.

He knows he'll break if he does.

That doesn't deter them, though. Not ever. Not her.

Namari doesn't repeat herself. She just takes a few, calm steps forward until she's towering over his form. Even while standing at 6'1, sitting still makes him smaller. Which means her full height right now is a few inches above his.

He still doesn't stir. He stays just as he remains—sweaty, hands limp between spread knees, head bowed, and towel over his damp hair.

She still says nothing, silence filling the locker room that used to be full of the twenty-two other prideful, hopeful strikers that just won the biggest debut game of their lives. The U-20 match.

The game that made them legends.

But to Rin, it's the game that ultimately made him lose to Sae Itoshi. Again.

He could never hate his brother. No. Not that Sae. Never his big brother.

But this Sae...

Winning, for even a moment, against him, just to then hear Sae turn and praise the one person in the entirety of Blue Lock Rin vowed to destroy... In front of Rin...

God.

It makes him want to sink his teeth into anything that will spew blood.

That's what he's always done, even when he's never tried to hone into it. But it's been an instinct since he was young. A fixation he could never satiate. Sure, he's controlled it. Especially in the way he plays. It doesn't come out as often.

But now, with no hope of being recognized by his brother again... Of being better than Isagi, the one rival of his that Sae has recognized...

He doesn't care who he mauls on.

He just wants to bite.

Namari keeps her head tucked to look down at him, only to be met with those bangs of his that curtain his beautiful eyes.

And she recalls the rest of the times he's been gorgeous on this day.

Out on that field... In his element, fixated on killing everything. Everyone...

She's played so many matches. Against so many different kinds of people from so many other highschools. Seen so many egos, those willing to destroy themselves just to get better at the game. Studied them, analyzed them. Won against them.

But Rin... The way he is...

She's never seen anything more breathtaking than him.

She swallows before blinking once, never swaying her line of sight off of him.

"Will you look at me?" she finally asks.

Again, he doesn't respond right away. At least not with words.

But he gulps, flushing down the burning he feels deep in his throat before listening. Quietly. Intensely.

They lock eyes.

And she doesn't break the contact the entire time she unzips her coat. Tossing it to the bench adjacent to him.

She does break it, however, when she turns around. Showing off the back of her shirt.

Or jersey, rather.

"RIN"

Big. Bold. A statement. His name.

"10"

Bright. Vivid. A claim. His number.

He may have been the only one wearing it out on the field. All of the Blue Lock players were the only ones that wore their own jerseys. No one bought them before the game started. No one knew who they were. Until now.

Their names and their numbers plastered on their back were theirs alone for the final time tonight.

But for Rin...

He wasn't the only person rooting for him.

There was someone else. Someone who had his name and number on her own back.

The only other person who wanted him to win other than himself.

He huffs through his mouth, a hard exhale leaving him as he bows his head again.

He can't ... handle this. It's been years since he's felt—or rather, allowed himself to feel—like there's someone he can lean on.

He's masked his hurt well during his time here. He made himself seem untouchable, especially once reaching number one. The top spot, the one that clearly everyone but him seems to care about most.

He's at the top, above everyone else. Where he thinks he needs to be to get closer to Sae's level. To be able to beat him.

And it made him think he didn't need anyone else. He still doesn't. There's no one in the world he needs; not anymore.

But... This is the first time he realizes that there is someone he wants.

And he doesn't know how to feel about it, considering she's standing right in front of him wearing his name.

Wearing his number like she wants him just as much.

"Why do you...," he begins to speak. He can't. His voice is shaky, and his hands desperately try to rub away the itch that floods his eyes. "Why can't I..."

Rin can't form a complete sentence. Not in the midst of all the unspoken words swirling around his head. He doesn't understand why now is the time when he crashes. When everything just starts to feel ... too much.

He doesn't understand that it's because he doesn't really want to be alone.

He told himself so. Back on the field. When he realized everyone on his team were centered around him. The entire game was. Every play was for him. To help him.

And he hated it. He hated feeling so tied down. So constricted. It's what made him tired of playing like a team. Playing like it was just a sport. Like something hadn't happened to him one snowy night that changed his entire perception of football as a whole.

It was a battle to death that he learned was best to fight alone.

But now, he's faced with someone who can boost his survival rate like no other.

"...Why me?" he asks. His hands are still covering his face, palms pressed into the sockets of his eyes and fingertips peaking through his bangs.

Namari doesn't reply. Not instantly. She lets his question linger for a minute, letting it settle. Letting it marinate that he's right.

She is choosing Rin.

She faces him now, then places a gentle hand on his knees to help herself crouch before him. He doesn't look at her, not yet. He can't.

But he can talk. "Why...? Don't you realize what I am?"

Part of him wants to say monster. But that isn't completely true, and he knows it.

Rin is cracked. Oh so very close to shattered. He's destructive. He breaks. He hurts. He's the embodiment of pure and unbridled demolition.

So why does the most whole and graceful person he's ever met want to be on his side?

"I do," she says quietly.

Her acknowledgement to what they both know he is doesn't make him feel better. "Then why?" He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, jaws wanting so badly to quiver. "I'm not... I wouldn't be... I don't know how to..."

His blunt nails dig further into the beginning of his scalp when he can't find the right words.

"How...?" he rasps.

How are you so sure you could want me?

"Because all of you is so beautiful."

He's never, ever been praised like this. For his skills, sure. And compliments on his good looks, of course.

But this.

This is anything but vain.

She is not just calling him beautiful.

She's saying that she finds beauty in his destruction. In everything that he kills. Everything that he is.

His shaky eyes move with the lift of his head, finally meeting hers. Sea glass meeting soft jade.

"...How are you so sure?" Rin asks with a hard gulp. "What about me is worthy of having you?"

She doesn't reply with a sentence.

Instead, Namari replies by placing her hands on his sweaty wrists, softly guides them out of his hair, and brings her lips close to his.

He's never gone more still in his life. He doesn't move. He couldn't even if he wanted to.

"You're worthy of having this."

And a soft kiss follows.

He doesn't move his lips, but he does purse them. Enough to tell that he wants to feel hers on his just as much. Only that ... he doesn't really know how to reciprocate.

But that doesn't matter.

Namari isn't kissing him to simply kiss.

It's to relay a message.

You deserve this. You deserve everything that I'm willing to give you. If you'll have me, I will be yours, and not even your doubts can push me away.

Rin's heart has never beaten this fast even during a match. Once she peels her lips away from his, it's a feeling he's never felt before and instantly wants more of now that he has it.

But even so, his nerves keep him from initiating another. He's grateful for what he gets, and right now, he keeps it the way it is—her face inches from his own.

"I can't promise you I'll know what I'm doing," he murmurs, soft breath filling their limited space. "I can't promise that I can give you what you deserve from me all the time..."

She doesn't miss a beat. "Can you promise me you'll try?"

He gulps. "Yes."

She leaves barely any more room left between him, basically talking into his lips.

"Will you promise to let me in so I can be with you while you destroy the world?"

"Yes."

"Then that's all I ask."

And they kiss again.

Rin is not built for a relationship. He has a lot to learn if he wants to be there for her like she needs if they pursue this. He knows that.

But what he doesn't understand is that Namari isn't going to treat them, treat him, like a relationship.

Rin is someone she wants to have everything of. And lately, he hasn't had an ounce of affection in any kind of way for years.

So if he can let her provide that, along with support on whatever new path he chooses to take after this wild game, she will be there.

As the number one player in Blue Lock, Rin hates being crowded. He wants to be alone. He wants to fight alone.

As Blue Lock's personal trainer, Namari wants to help raise up blossoming egos and natures. Guide them all to their full potential.

But amidst both of those goals, they found something with each other. Something neither of them have ever felt.

Something neither of them thought they would've wanted until now.

Now, Rin doesn't have to be lonely as he's alone. He can fight all he wants on the field, kill and destroy whatever on his own. And there will still be someone off the pitch finding him just as gorgeous. Wanting to help him improve in every way possible.

And Namari can have some semblance of care that she missed out on most of her life. Football was always something she studied as she played. And now, she has someone she can watch all she wants at the same time as she lifts him up.

They seem like opposites. With her beautiful analytics and his destructive unpredictability.

But a pair like that is unstoppable together.

And soon, the world will see the powerhouse they'll become.

A/N: wanted to post this on my birthday (May 31) butttttt plans changed so have this now<⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

©Namari Aria, copyright namaris-novels 2025

#namariaria #namaris novels #oc x canon #blue lock oc #blue lock #self insert oc x canon #namari aria #bllk oc #rin itoshi x oc #bllk #rin x oc

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becauseplot · 10 months ago

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Just read your new fic and uugh im simply obsessed with your writing really!!! The way you write Liz and Thiago scratches all the braincells i have about them

I especially love the way you portray their relationship! Im not aro myself, but i am ace and these portrayals of undefined relationships that dont fit the commom labels bring me so much joy. Even more so when its with my favorite characters being shown somewhat as part of the Aspec

Also i agree with you! The ordem universe really has a lot of potential for aro and/or ace readings of sooo many of the relationship between characters. Because i feel like the experiences that come with having contact with the paranormal impact the characters and their relationships with one another in such a deep level that ends up binding them together in ways that are often hard to define but definitely always fun to explore!

Back to your fic specifically, i think you truly get the intricacies of their bond, the way you write about their struggles with both the paranormal and with their own issues aways makes me go "Yes!! Yes you get it!!" When im reading. Their banter and mannerisms are really accurate, and im also a huge fan of how you potrayed Thiago's internal conflicts! In fact, the way you write him its one of my favorites aspecs of your ordem fics...

Sorry for the rambling! I hope its understandable, i just had to come and compliment your ordem writing again because its so good!!

Glad I could scratch the braincells!! This fic was a lot of fun to write, I simply adore them :D

I myself am aspec (heavier on the aro, probably some flavor of ace) so aromantic readings of ordem relationships are so special to me. And YOU. YOU get it EXACTLY. The circumstances that the characters meet each other in Ordem are incredibly distressing, often life-or-death, and highly unusual---of course the relationships that flourish out of them are going to be different from the more "typical" platonic, romantic, and familial relationships; and putting them strictly in any of those boxes often sacrifices the relationship's nuance. Thus, an aromantic/queer-platonic/unlabeled lens for analyzing the relationships can be very helpful! God I could write paragraphs on the matter (and I have, in insane late-night ramblings in DMs and discords hdskhdj) but what it boils down to is that it's care, and love, and at the end of the day, that's what these characters desperately need from each other, because the story they live in certainly isn't going to provide it for them.

Liz and Thiago are especially fun to chew on. Like many of the other characters, their relationship is founded on a trauma bond: only they really know what happened to Gonzales, Daniel, Alex, and the monster in Nostradamus, and they very nearly didn't survive it themselves. Grief, shock, and desperation are at the roots of their relationship, and their relationship flourishes out of that shared trauma---of course they're going to stick close together. So now you've got this powerful bond between two characters who met a month ago that is constantly being tied tighter by these missions, making them cling to each other harder and lean on each other more heavily as more people die and as circumstances become more and more dire.

So, "friends" becomes a seemingly weak word in the face of that, nor does it seem to check all the boxes when you have such strong feelings for the person that don't seem to fit under what you would typically feel for a "friend." BUT there isn't any language available to accurately or succinctly label your relationship otherwise. Thus, Thiago's conundrum in the fic.

Anyway, yes! Their personal struggles and the paranormal threats they face go hand in hand! The threats they face often pull out the rawest parts of characters, which makes them fun to analyze. I'm glad their banter and mannerisms felt accurate, it was one of the ones I was incredibly mindful of when writing this---taking extra care to make sure that this fic really felt like them. The banter and bickering are essential <3

Never apologize for the rambling! If anything I should apologize I've just dumped a bunch of paragraphs right back on you my dude lmao.

Thanks for the lovely comment, it made my day <33

#asks for curly #curlyosnf #dont mind me im just rambling #also btw i headcanon thiago as ace #which yeah i really tried to keep personal headcanons out of this fic (wanted to stick to what is strictly Canon as much as possible)#and it's not really a detail that's *especially* relevant to the topics explored in this fic? at least not directly.#but do know i was thinking about it while writing him #ace thiago beloved

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thaneoftas96 · 1 month ago

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there is no reason these other planets wouldn't have plenty of their own to go around.

Just as an in universe explanation for why this is less the case than could reasonably be expected, Regular Interstellar travel has been common place in universe for somewhere on the order of 15-20 thousand years, however most human or near human worlds were colonised in waves over the last few thousand years, Most of the colonisation efforts were conducted either by communities on specific planets that would reasonably have all spoken the same language, or by multi-planetary corporations and thus everyone would be primarily using Basic. This is also why most planets in the GFFA have lower populations than even modern day earth, when people start feeling like there's not enough space they tend to settle on a new world instead. Ecumenopoli like Coruscant are the exception, not the rule. In fact we see often that in the mid and outer rim, most communities are only the size of small towns to mid size cities, and many planets will only have one or two cities with a collection of smaller communities around them. Hell, Alderann, a core world and founding member of the Republic, only had a population of roughly 4 billion. Its also why so many worlds seem to only have a single biome, for a lot of them, its just that biome is the only place that anyone bothered to settle.

Then there's all of the times various species got shuffled from planet to planet in pre-history by ancient Empires like the Rakatan, who would absolutely have forced their slaves to all speak a single language, and thus left populations of several different species who all had roughly the same language scattered across the galaxy. There would have been divergence in the time between the fall of the Rakatan Infinite Empire and the development of non force-powered hyperdrives by the other species, but they still have a common root language in the recent-ish past.

Naboo as an example was colonised around 4000 years before canon, by a single group of people, so any languages that have developed in that time would have a) come from a single common ancestor + basic or just basic itself and b) would have been pressured by the fact that long distance instant communication means that geographically distant groups wont necessarily have diverging language. British, American, Canadian, Australian and New Zealand English may all have diviged slightly, but they are all very much the same languages, and a lot of the structural divergences occurred before the age of global telecommunications. Then most of the rest of the worlds in the surrounding Chommell sector were also colonised by people from Naboo, meaning that they would have all spoken a Naboo dialect, and were all in close contact with Naboo, due to Naboo's position as the sector capital and the seat of the Senator for the sector.

Which brings in another factor for why there would be less circumstances for language to diverge as far as it might do, The fact that most of the galaxy is living under a single government that seems to primarily use Basic in its bureaucracy, its not just the language of interstellar trade, its also the language that any interstellar laws would be written in.

The Gungans however are native to Naboo, so them having hundreds of tribal languages would be completely reasonable and expected, although the fact that they seem to be all living under a single government now may imply that many of their historic languages could have faded as the various tribes were unified.

Hi, I wish you a speedy recovery! Hopefully you're leg is healing well and you're not getting cabin fever!

I'm absolutely obsessed with DLB, and I've been wondering if you have any headcanons about languages in the DLB universe.

Have most species that are physically able to just switched to basic completely? Or is there, for example, a language native to Naboo that is still in use? If yes, did Leia learn it at some point after becoming a citizen of Naboo? Or maybe she learned some before (maybe because of Pooja being her friend) and has been listening in on conversations that people think she doesn't understand since day 1?

Also, is there an Alderaanian language? Cause that could be really interesting if someone picks up on her being able to understand it.

I would love to hear any thoughts you have on this!

Oh man.

So, I feel like asserting there are specific language headcanons in the DLB universe would be a little disingenuous, because it has not played a part in the story.

HOWEVER!!!

My feelings about language in the SW universe more broadly is absolutely that there should be dozens if not hundreds of planetary specific languages for each planet, and Basic is specifically for people who intend to do interstellar work.

Look, realistically, the GFFA is so, so so huge. Our own planet is home to hundreds of languages and dialects, there is no reason these other planets wouldn't have plenty of their own to go around. If I were to rewrite this series (lol, no) language and culture would probably get an upgrade, specifically the diversity of these things. That would be high on the list, next to dealing more with PR, and maaaaaaybe lengthening the timeline? Just to make things fit more realistically? Oof, I cannot write this story again. Just imagining this is breaking my brain.

Anyway, a more robust Naboo culture would have several languages (at least two gungan specific ones, but probably three), and as for Leia...she might choose to learn one or two if she knew a specific handmaiden spoke it. Or that Padmé did. What Leia is probably best at though is dialects of Basic and adapting to various local pidgin communications, from all the traveling she would have had to do in the Rebellion. And she understands languages better than she speaks them, because she can understand intent in the Force. Which is not the same as learning vocabulary or grammar.

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tj-dragonblade · 2 years ago

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FLUFFBRUARY 2023: Feb 14

Prompts: idea teach fruit

"Hob."

"…Yes?"

"I have been. Considering your words, and I…will concede, that your concerns are valid."

"Thank you."

"I would remedy the oversight, with your. Cooperation."

"…We're not talking about getting you a mobile phone, are we."

"No."

"Alright then. What?"

"I would. Teach you the means to summon me—"

"Whoa, hold on. Summoning? No. No, I know what I said, but absolutely not. I'm not just yanking you willy-nilly from whatever you're in the middle of when you've got no say in it. Thanks anyway."

"It is not that sort of summon, Hob. I would not be. Compelled, to answer. Only…made aware, that you wish to speak with me."

"…You're free to answer me or ignore me, then? I can't accidentally drag you here against your will?"

"Yes. And. I will not. Ignore you, should you call me in this manner."

"Alright then. But only if you're sure. Look I know I was whinging about it but I understand the…the differences between us and that you can't be here—"

"Hob."

"…"

"There is little reason to deny you the means to contact me from the waking world, and I am. Disinclined, to heed it. I would make myself accessible to you. Allow me to. Treat you, with the favor you are due."

"Silver-tongued—alright. Alright. Tell me how this works."

"You need only write my name, with intent, on something which may be burned."

"And then I burn it to call you?"

"If need be. Or speak my name, with intent, while touching what was written. Burning will indicate. A particular urgency."

"Fire's for emergencies, got it. Which name, specifically?"

"Summon me by Dream. My other names do not hold the same power."

"The whole thing, Dream of the Endless, or just Dream?"

"Dream is sufficient."

"Good, good. Shorter in emergencies, too."

"…Do you anticipate the need to reach me under duress?"

"Hopefully not! Just considering all possibilities. Can I prep a calling card ahead of time, something I'd carry with me that I could grab and call you if needed?"

"Yes."

"And if I had no other options, I could…I don't know, write it in blood on my own skin? I mean, I'll burn, if it comes down to it—"

"HOB."

"Well it's like you said, not that it has to be burnt, just that it could be."

"Do NOT. Set fire to yourself."

"I wouldn't. Not unless I was out of options."

"HOB."

"Dream."

"You are being difficult. On purpose."

"Maybe. A little. Mostly I just want to be sure I know all the ins and outs of how this works so I don't call you by accident or accidentally let someone else get ahold of your calling card or—I don't want you to have any doubt—you can trust me, with this. I won't abuse it. I won't be careless with it."

"…I know. And. I thank you."

"…"

"My name, written with your intent, cannot be used by another to summon me. Any burnable surface will do in dire circumstances."

"And setting myself on fire is strongly discouraged."

"Very strongly."

"It's not like it would kill me."

"Hob."

"I'll stop. I'll stop. Thank you for this, truly. It really…it means a lot."

"You…mean. A great deal, to me. I would not cause you distress, not when I have means to soothe it. Forgive me, for not doing so sooner."

"Of course. Now. Tea?"

"…Yes. Thank you."

===== All-dialogue is a good exercise in capturing voice. Ultimately that's all this is. I've seen a few variations of 'burn Dream's name to call him' across the fandom, but special shout-out to @pellaaearien bc this heavily resembles the method and mechanics described in chapter 10 of Another Word for Ache.

On AO3

#Dreamling #Fluffbruary 2023 #TJs Fluffbruary #TJs Fics #Sandman

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writingwithcolor · 2 years ago

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Shintoist Japanese-French Tourist Trapped Abroad, With Tattoo-Like Curse Marks

heavenlyfury asked:

Hello! I have a question regarding a character for a short story I'm developing. Here's the general gist of it : there's a curse physically spreading on earth, and it's unstoppable. The people it comes in contact with suffer tremendously, going mad with pain and a sense of grief so strong that they can die in minutes. But for years, this curse seems to stop... Until it hits the western coasts of Spain and Portugal one summer (the curse actually traveled under the ocean). So people die or flee, but a few of them survive and become cursed, with marks on their bodies showing the influence of the curse. Among them is a group of teenagers in Galicia (the region of Spain that is just north of Portugal, where my family comes from), some of whom are tourists. Specifically, a young Portuguese boy (Pedro) and a young Japanese girl (Mitsuki) who both lived in France (my home country) and are now stuck in Spain, unable to return home.

My question is about the Japanese girl, and her religious (shintoist?) practices specifically. After some research, I've read that Japanese people tend to follow rituals seriously, but don't necessarily consider themselves very religious. But I am not sure how those rituals could be applied in a setting where there is no Japanese community. Would this girl create a sort of shrine for herself? Would she follow some celebrations on her own? And if so, which celebrations would she be familiar with, as a Japanese living in France?

Another question I have regarding this character is about the curse. The signs it leaves on the body are very visible and would kinda look like moving tattoos. But I remember that tattoos have a criminal connotation in Japan. I thought that Mitsuki would try to hide those tattoos under her clothing and would have an initial distrust of anyone wearing something similar out of their own volition, but is there something I should be careful about with this?

Thank you in advance for any advice you can give me!

Regarding Mitsuki’s Religion:

You need more research on Shinto, Japanese Buddhism and current religious trends for Japanese individuals domestically and abroad, in addition to more research on Japanese diaspora and their modes of identity expression. And I mean fairly serious research. The above would be like me writing a story about a girl in a Catholic school in France without having ever read the Bible, while also having no familiarity with the the religious history of Europe, the structure of institutions within the Catholic Church and further not knowing terms like "mass", "eucharist", "communion", "confession", etc.

Similarly, your context is clear but not why a Japanese character makes sense for the story you are telling. Why is Mitsuki living in France? How did she or her family come to live in France? Which country does she consider "home"? France? Japan? Both? Neither? What is her relationship with her Japanese identity? Does she have a French identity? If so, what is the interplay between both of her identities? All of these would in turn inform her relationship with religion and personal perception of norms surrounding physical appearances. It's not that Japanese diaspora don't exist in France. They do. It's rather that the circumstances that result in someone's family leaving Japan and ending up pretty much anywhere in Europe (as opposed to more common destinations like the Americas or other parts of Asia) are going to be distinct enough to have an impact on how that person turns out to be the person they are.

- Marika.

I think what you’re missing is that I don’t have a sense of what her personality is, or what her personal values are, or why she is assumed to be a typical, mainstream specimen of her society.

You’ve opened with the generalization that Japanese people are spiritual & ritualistic but not strictly religious, but I feel like that’s only a thesis statement to a much longer and complicated explanation about mixing religions and philosophies (plus westernization) in Japan. And more importantly, there’s nothing that binds you to include this in Mitsuki’s characterization.

~ Rina

Regarding Mitsuki’s Markings, Tattoos

With respect to tattoos, sure, negative associations with tattoos exist among mainland Japanese individuals due to traditional associations between irezumi (Japanese traditional tattoo artistry) and organized crime. Think about how people in Russia or the US might regard prison/ gang tattoos. The presence of these tattoos makes legitimate employment and participation in general Japanese society difficult for those who have them when they are obviously visible. However, younger generations, many Japanese diaspora and minority groups within Japan looking to reclaim tattoos (ex.: Ainu, Uchinanchu) don't make the same associations. However, consider: A number of businesses (like hot springs and bath-houses) will often bar anyone with tattoos from entry, regardless of the tattoo's origin. Similarly a landlord in Japan or a company in Japan could justify not renting to someone or hiring them by the presence of a tattoo, and there's not much the individual could do about it. The practical realities of stigma against tattoos is something of which most people who have regular interaction with mainland Japan are aware. Does Mitsuki have this awareness and how does this awareness shape her?

That said, I don't think anyone would look at a curse marking that effectively serves as a proxy for a disease/ pandemic and associate it with tattoos, however much their discomfort with tattoos. Irezumi in particular are so distinctive in design and motifs that it's not going to be mistaken for a something that functions as a rash and lets others know who is affected by the curse. Similarly, if this curse has been spreading around the world, I can't imagine people not being familiar with its appearance.

- Marika.

Again: Personality. Is Mitsuki reserved, conservative? Unapologetic, countercultural? Artistic, fashion-forward? Whether or not she is averse to body markings should be primarily because of these traits you choose. Every single time we talk about stereotyping & generalizations on this blog, this is the whole issue. Someone’s ethnicity or religion or race—or the mainstream values held by a particular ethnic or religious or racial group—should not constrain their personality or character. Of course, someone’s background can & will influence their beliefs system, and that can clash or match their personality in interesting ways. For example, Mitsuki may be totally down to get tats, but may try to hide them or the markings from other Japanese people, because she knows there’s taboo/judgment on a wider level or in her family/community. Or she might be a more traditionalist type, meaning her values align with the taboo, meaning she feels her shame or disgust more strongly. It completely depends.

Also consider Mitsuki’s home is in France and the people around her are wearing them freely. A lot of American Nikkei folks have tattoos, too, and their relationship with them can be as complicated as “I was torn about it because of my cultural upgringing, parental pressure, and admittance to onsen affecting my sense of belonging in Japan but I also acknowledge that as diaspora I am viewed as an outsider and it empowers me to flout conventions to reclaim this abjection” or as simple as “I got an origami design cuz I’m half Japanese and also it’s neat idk.”

~ Rina

P.S. Japanese people—yes, in mainland Japan, not criminal—have tattoos! Japanese people who are tattoo artists exist! And they are currently advocating for the destigmatization of tattoos and lower legal barriers for tattoo artists to practice! And with western media & celebrity becoming more available than ever on the internet, it’s a cultural tide that is turning overall! Again: generalizations of cultures are not helpful when taken at face value!

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sofiadragon · 1 year ago

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If he didn’t, he said he did. I've always thought that part of Snape's radicalization would be his mother's death. We know at minimum he owns their house as an adult, and they weren't the kind of wealthy where he could inherit anything before they both died. I've imagined that Eileen, with the suggested depression she had, died in Severus's last two years of school and then his father drank himself to death - either alcohol poisoning or walking into traffic while drunk. Did Severus spike a bottle with something extra to hasten his end? Unclear, but he absolutely told the Death Eaters he did, and Voldemort would see parallels between himself and Snape. Poor, useless muggle father, weak mother that died of her own poor choices, magically powerful half-blood, and naturally skilled at dark magic.

This is how he becomes so trusted, but also I think this would be the start of him learning to lie with the truth. It fits far more than just their absence from Spinner's end. He couldn't be a spy if he didn't have the skills necessary to start when he goes to beg Dumbledore to protect Lily. He would become better at it after, put more work in and do it more often, but he had to survive the first week or two didn't he? So taking credit for his father's death when he may have only meant to keep the man so drugged he wouldn't bother Severus fits as a first step down that road.

More waffle about circumstances:

How Eileen dies, be it her husband's violence or lack of self care progressing into illness with no money to pay for the needed care, is anyone's guess. I really do think she dies while Severus is at school, and then his father tells him he isn't welcome back in the house now she's gone, which puts Severus in a position of great need of protection.

Narcissa Malfoy nee Black and Lucius Malfoy were probably prefects when Severus was a first year in dire need of help to not embarrass Slytherin house with him wearing his mom's old clothes and all. I think k this is the origin of his connection to them, a bit of kindness that he never forgets. Perhaps he reaches out to them, through his peers who are radicalizing him in the dorm or directly, and they give him a leg up with a very specific string attached.

Now marked, now fully and honestly a Death Eater in every way, he won't let his muggle father bully him. He returns to Spinner's End and makes his father let him back into the house. Potion, spell, perhaps even Imperio. His old man is on the dole again, and keeping him alive keeps that money coming in. Being a Death Eater doesn't pay, but it does give him contacts who wouldn't dare deny him work with heir Luvius Malfoy as a referance on his CV and the endorsement on his arm.

Tobias dies. Maybe he was too dazed to notice the lorry he stepped in front of. Maybe Severus, tired of all the money being drunk, forced Tobias to get sober all at once and the withdrawal killed him. He was magicked up to the eyeballs, but Severus knows it is an even chance it wasn't directly his fault. In Tobias' state of health, it is simply impossible to tell.

He takes credit for it because he is congratulated for getting rid of the old man, just not contradicting anyone's assumptions and thinking a lot about the spells/potions he put Tobias under. Voldemort, still handsome if a bit unworldly and strange with his red eyes, takes great interest. Bellatrix becomes jealous of all the attention their lord lavishes on this unworthy mudblood. Severus thrives, preening under the attention and offering up his most deadly inventions. He's gifted better tasks, rewarded with spoils taken from the homes they raid and paid work, and forces the last of his Black Country accent out of his normal speaking voice. He's living well, and damn the cost.

Then the Dark Lord targeted Lily, and the sweet cream he'd been sipping curdled.

This is very much my personal theory based only loosely on sparce canon details and inferences I've made.

Do you think Snape killed his father? I always sort of headcanoned that he did because we know his father treated him (and his mother) badly. Plus his father was a Muggle and Snape was legitimately a real Death Eater for a while. And Voldemort is pretty open with his Death Eaters about having killed his Muggle father so it could be something Snape might even view as a shared bond.

And killing undesirable family members to "purify" their family tree seems to be a bit of a thing among the Death Eaters. I think if he did he regretted it later. Idk. Just something I always imagined.

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noteguk · 4 years ago

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too much, too little | jjk | m | drabble

[ ! ] this is a drabble for bad influence. You can read it as a stand-alone.

— summary; in which you’re always trying to keep up with Jungkook, especially when he goes from one extreme to the other.

— contents and warnings; so much smut, pwp, fluff, two different smut scenes!!, badboy!jungkook x goodgirl!reader, enemies to lovers, secret relationship, dirty talk, sex in front of a mirror, unprotected sex (don’t.), creampie, cockwarming, overstimulation, tit play, squirting 😳, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, praise kink, dom!jk x sub!reader, mentions of cum stuffing, jk has insane stamina lol; for the other scene we have pretty soft sex!!!, so no major warnings besides being whipped 🕺

— words; 2,7k

— author’s note; oh the duality of men… inspiring. The timeline is after bad romance for both scenes, during summer break.

Some days, you couldn’t keep up with Jungkook.

Ever since the first time you two slept together (under less than ideal circumstances), you could tell that there was something else burning at the edge of his touches; something fiery, needy, always on edge. He kissed you like it would never be enough, held you closer tightly, exploring your body like he both wanted to worship and ruin it. It was an insubstantial warning, something that took its time before it materialized into reality and, yet, it was there — an insatiable whisper at the back of his mind, just waiting to strike.

The closer you two got, the more it showed, but it was only after you made it official that Jungkook actually let himself go. Regardless of the intensity that he showed, it was a rare occurrence — under very specific moments, very specific words. Something just clicked inside his head and made him realize that he would never get enough of you — and, yet, he should still try to.

The hot summer air was unbearable around you two, intensified by the contact of his chest against your back; his hands roaming your body like he could find the secrets of the universe underneath your skin. Your bed, before so tidy, now had sheets falling over the edge, accumulating like puddles on the ground, your pillows mindlessly thrown over each other. It was in that warzone that you found yourself, moaning out his name like it was a personal prayer, doing your best and still feeling like you were failing.

Jungkook kept both taking and providing, pushing you towards your high again and again until all that you could think about was him; all that you could utter were the broken fragments of his name. You said yes every single time, allowing him to use your body however he deemed best, making you cum on his fingers, his tongue, his cock; presenting him with everything he wanted and he still asked for more, so much more than you felt like you could give.

By the time that Jungkook had pulled you onto his lap, your back to him and facing the large mirror at the corner of your room, you had already come four times, and you were at your absolute limit. Nevertheless, when he urged you to ride him (his voice so deep, so coated by desire), you did, using his help to bounce on his big cock as he moaned endless praises to you.

You got high on them — his sweet words, the compliments, the strained groans you earned when you moved your hips just right, making him cum inside you one more time and dragging you into that abyss just as quickly. Everything was such a mess, you both were so sweaty, so dirty, drunk off the pleasure. And you just hung onto his voice like it was your life jacket, even if it was only making you sink deeper.

“That’s my girl, so fucking perfect,” Jungkook moaned, breathing hard against your neck. His cock was still hard inside you, slowly softening, and you could see the white lines of his thick white cum dripping down his length, onto his balls, making a mess on your bed. His eyes darted towards the mirror, meeting yours in the reflection. “So pretty sitting on my cock like this, angel.”

With a shivering breath, you nodded, watching as he wrapped one tattooed arm around your body, pressing you back against his toned chest. You whined at the feeling of his cock moving inside you at the change of angle; sighed at the gentle kiss that Jungkook placed on your shoulder.

Innocently, you thought that was the last round — in all honesty, you couldn’t conceive another one. But Jungkook apparently wouldn’t stop until his stamina had run out because, within a second, two of his fingers were landing on your clit, rubbing it quickly.

“K-Kook, wait, wait,” you sobbed, trying to maintain your body in place. Your thighs were already shaking like crazy and, even with one of his arms holding onto you, you felt like you could fall on the ground at any given second. “I j-just c-came.”

And yet you felt like you were about to do it again, picking up right before the tidal wave of your high washed over you; the pleasure, a sharp feeling at the bottom of your spine. To tear another high from you so fast was normal considering how sensitive and overwhelmed you were, but there was also a strange pressure that you had never felt before building up just as fast, threatening to spill over.

“One more for me, baby,” Jungkook cooed, his voice like honey, yet so sharp around the edges. He was staring at you like a crazy man, focus flickering between the movements of his fingers on your clit and your overwhelmed expression, almost pained with sensitivity. He could feel his cock hardening again just at the sight of you, at the feeling of your pussy constricting around him. “Just one more... Fuck. You look so fucking pretty when you cum, I just wanna see it again.”

“C-Can’t,” you cried out, but didn’t make any attempt at fighting him off. You knew you were about to crack, ecstasy filling your brain. The way your legs were shaking was shameful, a loud moan breaking your thoughts. “Wait, I don’t—“

It all happened so fast that you couldn’t even tell what it was at first, that odd pressure releasing at the same time your walls tightened around his cock, splattering all over his inked fingers. You sobbed and whimpered as you came, Jungkook’s fingers rubbing you through your orgasm, only stopping when you landed one hand on his wrist.

Took you a second to piece together what had occurred, your heavy-lidded eyes falling to the calamity between your legs. “Fuck, princess,” Jungkook grunted behind you, voice strained with hunger. “That’s so fucking hot, you just squirted all over my cock.”

Your sentence felt like cotton trying to leave your mouth, mind still hazed. “I’m... sorry, I never did this before,” you said, unsure how to proceed. Your inner thighs were so wet, a mixture of his cum and your own arousal painting your skin. “God, this is so embarrassing.”

“Fucking love it, baby,” Jungkook breathed out against your skin, eyes glued to your reflection like he could eat you whole. “Did you know you could do that?”

“Do I look like I did?” You asked, throwing your head back against his shoulder. Jungkook followed your movement, placing a kiss on your cheek. You sighed. “This is so—“

“And I thought you couldn’t get any better,” he didn’t even let you finish, the hand that was around your waist now trailing up, up, squeezing your breast before stopping on your neck. “Such a good girl,” he praised, tilting your head to the side so you could meet his gaze. “Do it again? For me?”

How he still wasn’t satisfied, you had no idea. If anything, your recent discovery only made the flame inside him burn brighter, all-consuming. “I… I don’t know if I can,” you admitted, a pretty pout on your lips. “I’m so tired.”

Jungkook chuckled, his fingers squeezing your cheeks, making your pout grow. “Aw, poor thing.” He dove in, kissing you slowly. You could still taste yourself on his tongue, from when he had eaten you out earlier. “My girl’s tired.” He touched his forehead on yours, keeping eye contact. You felt like he was looking at you under a microscope, watching every blink of your eyes, every twitch of your muscles. “Let me take care of you, princess, hm? Promise I’ll treat you right.”

Frankly, you had no fucking idea if you’d be able to take it. Even if Jungkook did all the work, you still felt a bit worn, light-headed. You wanted to, however. And the squeezing of your pussy around his cock only made it more obvious. “You will?” You asked, hopeful.

Jungkook hummed in agreement. “Of course, you’ve been such a good girl for me,” his lips were brushing on yours as he spoke, his hand caressing your thigh, tracing faint circles on the skin. “You made my cock so hard again, baby. Can you feel it inside you? How big and heavy it is?”

That managed to get a soft whimper from you, hips just slightly rolling against him. It was true, Jungkook was hard inside you, filling you up to the brim, begging to cum inside you again. “Y-Yes,” you stuttered. “So big.”

“It's all yours, baby,” he said, raising his lower body just a little so you could feel him better. God, the sounds were so lewd, so wet, keeping you on edge. “Wanna try and see if you can squirt again for me, make a fucking mess on my cock?” Jungkook asked one more time, placing a kiss on your nose. Something rather cute for the filthy words leaving his mouth. You only nodded, which he didn’t appreciate. “Use your words, princess.”

Your eyes closed for a little, mind working overtime to push those words out of your throat. “Yes, please,” you finally agreed. “Want you to cum inside me again too.”

Jungkook groaned, lips tracing down your neck, kissing your skin. “Fuck, I want that so bad,” he cursed, tentatively rutting up to you. You gasped, so tight and perfect for him. “Gonna make you drip down my cock, baby. Lay down for me.”

And you did.

Maybe Jungkook was too much sometimes. But you could take it.

Other nights, you felt like you were dreaming.

Equally as rare as the moments in which Jungkook went all-out, were the ones in which he held back almost completely. Moments in which he moved so languidly, so patiently; in which he touched as if you were made of porcelain, about to crack if given enough pressure. In those nights, he fucked you slow, deep, losing himself in the way you wrapped around him, wishing he could prolong that sensation to infinity. It wasn’t about instant gratification, it was about feeling you, having you, giving you everything you wanted and more.

It was fire and ice, the contrast between his two moods. In some mind-bending way, it was almost more challenging to keep up with that, your body always aching for more, begging for him to move faster, to fuck you harder. You were used to Jungkook being too much — asking for a lot, taking a lot — but not so familiar with him being so calm, loving, restrained. It always felt like it was too little, like you were swimming in a lukewarm pool, a hypnotized state of bliss, until your orgasm hit you out of nowhere.

You didn’t know what you prefered. But you didn’t really have to choose.

Jungkook let out a shaky sigh against your skin, a slow roll of his hips that made his cock brush over your sensitive spot. Your hips fidgeted in his hold; he placed a tender kiss on your neck. “So fucking perfect, baby,” he husked out, lips dancing on your skin; hot tongue coming out to lick your pulse. “My girl’s so fucking perfect.”

You felt like you had a fever, your orgasm building up so slowly, yet so intensely, that you couldn’t even keep your eyes open. His body was pure heat on top of yours, pressing down on you, pulling you up against his chest. “Kook,” you called, voice just above a whisper. “I’m close.”

He nodded, leaning back a little so he could kiss you. His lips were swollen against yours, gradually parting, allowing for his tongue to slip inside. The way Jungkook made out with you was dizzying, overbearing, earning a faint whimper from you as he sucked on your tongue. He moved away a little, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “You’re amazing, princess,” he praised, slightly breathless, one inked hand trailing down your arm, curling around your wrist before settling against your palm. Jungkook interlaced his fingers in yours, and smooched your lips once again. “Wanna see you cum for me.”

“Please,” you whined back — asking for your release, asking for him to pick up the pace; anything. It felt too intimate, too vulnerable, like you could move around a little and it would all be over. You could feel his heartbeat against your breasts, his grunts echoing inside your head as you tightened around his cock. “I can’t…”

With a tight squeeze of his hand on yours, you grounded yourself once again. “Shhh, it’s okay,” he guaranteed, “let go for me.”

And you did, because you couldn’t hold it back any longer. Your walls fluttered around his cock as you reached your high; your sobs and moans being silenced by the sloppy crash of his lips against yours. Jungkook swallowed everything you gave him, found heaven in the muffled cries of his name, the way you were dripping down his length, making his cock throb.

“Fuck,” he cursed out, breaking the messy kiss. His jaw was clenched, eyes closing as he started to pick up the pace a little. “Good girl... shit— gonna make me fucking cum.”

The grip on your hand got impossibly tighter, his other hand hooking under your knee, pushing your leg up so he could get a better support. Jungkook was going faster now, but nowhere near his usual pace. Some nights, he just wanted to pay attention to your body — the little sounds you made, the bouncing of your tits, that pretty, overwhelmed look you gave him as he pounded into you. He could look at that forever, die in the way your glossy eyes stared up at him.

It made him go a little crazy sometimes, how much he loved you. How much you felt like the first inhale of air after being underwater for too long; how your body fit his own like it was made for him. And, when he was nearing his high, he had to be careful, because all of that started to come out. “Baby, baby,” he moaned, so close that he was losing his grip on you. “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, made for me, so fucking pretty for me, all mine,” Jungkook was rambling a little now, gasping as your walls clenched around him again. “Shit, wish I could fuck you forever, your pussy feels so fucking good,” almost there, he thought. It was like his body was leaving him on edge, prolonging that euphoric feeling until it consumed him. “Gonna fill you up so good, baby.”

It was your turn to hold his hand tighter, a small sob perishing in your chest. “K-Kook,” you called, voice so tiny that he almost didn’t hear at first. “P-Please, cum inside me.”

“Yeah, baby,” He choked up. “Fuck—“

Jungkook came right after, his cock throbbing inside you as he released his thick cum inside your pussy. He cursed as you tightened around him again, milking every drop out of him as he tried to prolong his high, thrusting into your wet heat a few more times.

With a final sigh, he laid on top of you, careful not to squeeze you with your weight. “You make me crazy, princess,” he mumbled against your neck, placing an affectionate kiss on your skin. His hand was still in yours, holding tightly, unwilling to let go anytime soon. “I’m so fucking lucky.” Another kiss, higher this time, on your cheek. He felt you smile, and he did the same. “So perfect for me.”

You giggled, allowing him to kiss your lips again. “You’re so dramatic.” You pushed his sweaty hair away from his forehead.

“I’m serious,” Jungkook said. Two, three more pecs on your mouth; his nose bumping against yours. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You smiled, pulling him into a kiss. It was odd how, even when he gave you so little, Jungkook was still so much.

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cinnamonest · 4 years ago

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Y’all are too nice to me I swear… here I am being horny and nasty on main and I’m getting encouraged, damn. But for real ( ´ ω ` ) thank you so much!!

I’m gaining more confidence to post more smutty stuff and the kind of dark shit I like, so I might go back and make more nasty Childe content later on too… After Albedo, I got Razor and Zhongli coming up, and a few ones I just worked on for fun. But yeah, just in case it wasn’t clear for anyone who followed me, I’m going to be writing almost entirely dark content and some really nasty stuff, so just be aware of that, and don’t consume my writing if that’s something that may be harmful to you.

Albedo is so pretty… and such good dark content material… He treats you like a science experiment but has the audacity to make it hot smh

I haven’t seen a whole lot of him outside the cutscenes, so potentially ooc (as if yandere content isn’t already ooc, lmao)

Albedo - Yandere Profile

tw: general yandere content, obsessive behavior, stalking

tw (below cut): smut, noncon (seriously, you’ve been warned)

What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Very much aware. In the beginning, it frustrates him. He’s never been particularly attached to anyone, outside of his former instructor. He’s always enjoyed being out on his own, spending extended amounts of time by himself – the desire to be around someone is a foreign feeling for him. He immediately notices how bizarre the emotion is for him, how it changes his behaviors. His self awareness combined with perceptiveness makes him able to acutely recognize not only how unusual this emotion is for him, but also how the extent of his feelings, the types of desires they ignite in him, is unusual even for “normal” people who aren’t social recluses.

He’s frustrated by his own actions, feels embarrassed at how attached he is to you, how easily you make him flustered and trip over his words. As he is a very aware yandere, he’s definitely afraid of rejection to some degree. He has no idea how to navigate feelings and interactions with other people, he’s never really had the desire to form a particularly strong bond with anyone before. As such, he’ll come across as very awkward, and he will interact with you less than most yanderes – he knows he’s just going to embarrass himself if he talks to you, right? He’ll just mess up and say something strange, so instead, he opts to watch you from the shadows, go to places where you are, but keep a distance from you, just being able to watch you makes him feel fluttery and overwhelmed.

He will definitely be one to collect things from you. He collects plenty of things for the sake of science, this is no different. Or so he tries to tell himself, but he can’t delude himself even if he tries. He knows its weird, he knows its wrong, but the overwhelming urge to have things of yours is too great to resist. He’ll start off with more innocent things, but it will gradually progress to not-so-innocent… items of yours.

It may not be obvious, but he’s actually a fairly sensitive person, at least regarding you. He places a lot of value in what you think of him, and wants to ensure you’ll respond positively to him. He views it like a science – there should be some formula by which he can put in the correct actions, and produce a specific result. Unfortunately, unlike real science, there’s not much room for trial and error – he feels he only has once chance.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

It will take some time, as he’s got to get over his own nerves first. He’s torn between the fear of you hating him for such a thing, it would be the end of the world for him, but also the desire to pull you away from the world, to keep you hidden from others, to have you all to himself, to be the only person that gets to look at you. If you start showing positive signs, reacting positively to his gifts, expressing interest in conversation with him and going out of your way to see him, he’ll start to get more confident, think that he can afford to do something that might sour your opinion of him, hoping it will merely be temporary.

He’ll probably start to do so several times and back out. He’ll set out at night, make it all the way to your room and stand over your sleeping form, and he’ll start to worry, wonder if someone saw him, see holes in his plans, he gets too nervous and bolts. He’ll persuade you into being alone with him, and although its the chance he’s looking for, again, he’ll get nervous, worry about being caught, run through all the what-ifs, and miss the chance. Honestly, when he does finally take you, it will probably be not planned, but in the heat of the moment, a rash decision from desperation. Something like you coming to visit him to tell him you’re leaving the area, came to say goodbye, and he’ll panic, ultimately grabbing you by the arm as you try to leave and dragging you back inside, silently, but forcefully.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

Moderately difficult. Your best bet is to take advantage of his tendency to be absent minded when he’s absorbed in his work. He gets very lost in his thoughts, to a point where he’ll completely zone out and be oblivious to the world around him. On the downside, this means you won’t have much time to cover distance, he’ll be close behind the moment he realizes you’re gone.

The route he’ll probably take is actually one where you won’t need to be too restrained, because you’ll be taking… a little research trip. Out to the most freezing, desolate areas of the mountains. He’s convinced the knights he needs to stay there for his research, but in reality, he’s internally panicking, as he tries to figure out how to make this work – after all, you two can’t stay here forever. You’d be foolish to run out of the little cabin he’s bought, out into the perilous freezing cold and jagged, high slopes. At first, he thinks there’s no way you’d try it, so he’s content letting you have free reign to walk around as you please. If he has to leave for whatever reason, he’ll probably lock you into a single room, but he won’t chain you up, as again, he's really trying to avoid making you hate him.

If you prove to be determined to leave, he’ll be hurt, but mostly concerned for you. He’s actually not one to get too mad over an escape attempt – he’ll blame himself, or theorize it’s just a natural response your brain triggered. Against his first choice, he’ll end up having to get more strict with your restraints. If you get too whiny, though… you might trigger one of his more frustrated moments.

“I didn’t want to have to do this… I’m sorry. I can’t risk anything bad happening to you. Tell me if it’s too tight… I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t blame you. I know you’re probably panicking over all this, but you’ll get adjusted to it, I promise. Just… just give it some time… it’s not so bad, living with me, I promise.”

“Don’t be like that. You’re only tied up because you tried to leave. You should understand why you have to be kept like this… If you don’t want to be restrained, you shouldn’t have run out, trying to get yourself killed.”

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

For all his academic intelligence, he’s not highly skilled with people and socialization. He’s not too good at being able to tell when he’s being lied to, and he definitely won’t pick up on subtle manipulation. It’ll be pretty easy to wrap him around your finger, he’ll do what he can to make you happy.

Once he finds out you’ve lied to him, though, he’ll get pretty upset. He likely won’t trust you again, and will require proof of anything you say, or set out to find out if you’re telling him the truth or not.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He’ll try to accommodate you, giving you things you ask for, but he has limits. He’s too paranoid to let you have any contact with the outside world. You do have him wrapped around your finger to an extent, though. Whatever he’s doing at the moment, he’ll drop it in a heartbeat if you want to spend time with him in any way, even if its just you asking for food or to take a walk. He’ll be willing to take you for very short trips outside, no further than a few yards from the lodging, if only because he knows sunlight is vital to your health.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

The basics will be there – don’t try to leave, don’t be difficult with him, try to cooperate, be obedient. However, he’s also particularly overprotective of anything that can hurt you – even yourself. Under no circumstances can you handle anything that can hurt you – that means no cooking, no knives, no lifting anything heavy, no going outside without him. If you’re determined to cook something, he’ll have to stand right behind you, and watch while you do it. If you get so much as a little cut or burn, he’ll take over, insisting you go sit down after he tends to your “wounds.”

At the very beginning, he’ll be hesitant to punish you too much, as part of his plan to get you to like him. However, he can be a little easily frustrated, and your safety and well-being comes first, even if it means he has to make you upset. He will have to restrain you, take away what little privileges you had. If you try to bolt while you’re outside, no more going outside. If you try something foolish like attacking him with a knife when he gives you cooking privileges, you will lose said privileges. Really, the worst part of it all is the humiliation, being treated like a dumb, incapable baby that can’t do anything for yourself. He insists on doing everything for you, even down to bathing you and dressing you, even feeding you if you can’t convince him to take restraints off your hands. He’ll talk down to you in that way, too, talking to you as if you were a child.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

It’s a situation he’s not prepared to handle, and he’s unsure of what to do. It strikes fear in him that you might have someone else interested, so he has to get rid of them as quickly as possible. He’s not opposed to killing, if it comes down to that, but initially, he’ll try to work behind the scenes – expose something that will ruin their reputation, get them accused of a crime. This would also be one of the possible aforementioned situations that might cause him to kidnap you a bit earlier than he normally would, as well. If he can’t get rid of them easily, he’ll just take you away from them.

He will absolutely try to make you hate them, try to ruin your image of them, and he’s rather good at falsifying evidence for his claims of their behavior. With his alchemic skills, that sort of thing is easily possible.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

He gets more frustrated than anything, when you’re being difficult. This is mostly just him sighing quite a bit, speaking a bit harshly, even pouting and sulking a bit if you’ve offended him. But true anger in him is not pretty, and almost never happens. It’s a buildup, a slow rise that has a boiling point. If he reaches that point, he can definitely get mad enough to hurt you, it’s actually kind of terrifying in how sharp of a contrast it is to how he normally is. It’s a side of him that’s very difficult to draw out. He’s not one to yell or shout, no, his anger is a suffocating silence, he slams down whatever he’s holding as he stomps over to you, grabbing you by the arms hard enough to bruise, and dragging you by the hair to whatever he has planned.

With mild frustration outbursts, he will feel justified, but if it reaches that intense anger, he’ll usually give at least a little apology, tell you he didn’t mean to go that far. He hates to think of you fearing him, but ultimately, if that’s what’s necessary to keep you safe, then he can live with it.

Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

It’s an odd mix. On one hand, he sees you as utterly fascinating, the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on, more than any landscape or art he’s seen or made, an invaluable treasure to be kept on a high pedestal. Simultaneously, however, he will treat you like a child, thinks you can’t do anything for yourself. It’s a bizarre duality, but one he is consistent on. You’re precious, so very precious, and he’s undeserving of you, but at the same time, you need him to be safe and sound.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Of the genshin boys, he’s one of the most determined. He’s not good with people, and he doesn’t really have anyone particularly close to him left anymore. He tends to keep people at a distance. You sort of fill an space inside him that he never knew was empty, a void he wasn’t aware he had until it was consumed by thoughts of you. He doesn’t need anyone or anything else, so long as he has you with him, but he really, really wants it to be true that you love him. He doesn’t need you to even love him as much as he loves you – he doesn’t even know if that’s possible – but he just wants to know that, even if only in the slightest, his feelings are returned. He’s so distant from everyone else, but you wormed your way into his heart, even if you didn’t intend to, with your smiles and softness and kindness towards him. For the first time, he feels weak around someone, but in a way, it’s a good feeling. He wants to be able to be vulnerable, be weak, and not have anything to fear by doing so.

He’s lucid, though, so he doesn’t expect you to love him immediately. As he’s not good with words or displays of affection, he’ll get you all sorts of gifts. Rare items that you wonder how the hell he obtained them, beautifully crafted little trinkets from all his searching and time traveling, more clothes than you could ever wear. You’ll start to feel a little guilty, it’s so much, and you’re certain he doesn’t have that much money. He’ll blow it off, say it’s no big deal, but if you insist, he’ll have to start finding new ways to convey his affection. In captivity, he won’t stop trying, but he’ll understand why you might be angry. In that case, he will utilize what he’s learned from research in books he’s read. He knows that eventually, with him being the only one you have, the only company, the only one to talk to, the only source of touch, you’ll eventually have to cave. You’ll become attached to him, bond with him, whether you like it or not. He knows how powerful the affect of touch can be, and will make sure to hold you in his arms, keep you on his lap, make you crave the only source of human touch you can get. Dependency, he thinks, is the gateway to you loving him.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Drawings. So many of them. Much like his drawings he uses in notes, he’s found he tends to start scribbling a familiar face when his mind drifts off. He’s memorized every little detail of your face, every curve on your body. If you’re ever snooping around, you’ll eventually uncover a book of sketches he has solely dedicated to drawings of you. Drawings of you laughing, smiling, sleeping, drawings that you’re certain were of real events you were at, that you didn’t remember him being at. Every bit in perfect detail. If you confront him about it, he’ll be horrifically embarrassed, insisting they’re no good, or, if you’re upset, trying to reassure you it was all from his mind and totally not him lurking in the shadows as he watches you.

Also, if you want to make him happy, get him on one of his spiels about his work, his interests, anything that he can catch onto and go on and on about. He’ll catch himself rambling and apologize for being “annoying,” but if you reassure him, and express interest, that will make him feel particularly appreciated. It would be a primary way to get on his good side and manipulate him, or lull him into false security to make your escape, if that’s what you’re looking to do. But be warned, it will only work once, and he’ll be far too hurt to let himself indulge in sharing these things with you again.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Publicly, definitely highly reserved. He’s easily flustered, and thinks of sex in a very scientific way, for the purpose of procreation. For fun? He knows it’s enjoyable, but can’t separate it from his very analytic, scientific way of viewing things. It’s a formula, you touch this here and pull that there, and the result is supposed to be orgasmic bliss. He just isn’t very familiar with pleasure – he doesn’t drag out masturbation, even, as that would be a waste of time. He gets it over with quickly, taking short breaks during his work. He is a fairly high drive, though, and gets the urge fairly frequently, about once or twice a day.

He’ll be hornier with your presence, having to leave more frequently to get off to the little things you do, quickly getting himself off while recalling the mental image of you holding a pen in your mouth, the little moan when you stretch, the way your clothes fit to your frame.

Prior to abduction, he’s not particularly touchy at all, in fact, he’s very jumpy if you touch him. Once he’s gotten you alone with him for the foreseeable future, isolated, dependent, he’ll gain more confidence, be willing to give into his cravings to touch you, hold you, eventually progressing to groping you, moving his hands up and down your body, under your clothes, slowly peeling them off.

He’s initially a bit ashamed of his urges towards you, feels guilty every time he gets off to you, but will likewise gain more confidence once you're his.

A guy can only fight off the urge for so long before he cracks, before he can’t continue to care about the consequences. For him, that point is when he knows he finally has you all to himself – his worries fade, and while the guilt is still there, it’s far outweighed by desire.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He does care, but as stated previously, it’s hard to fight the urge for so long. It will be torture, but for the first few days, he wants you to “adjust” to your new “home,” and not add to your panic. After that, though, he’ll try to assess your reactions. If you’re extremely resistant, he’ll give you more “adjustment” time. He can’t really hold off forever, though, and eventually, maybe a few weeks in, comes to the conclusion that if he just does what he wants, so long as he’s gentle and reminds you he loves you, it will help you get past the mental barrier in your mind. He’s convinced there’s simply a psychological issue, and that sometimes, people need a push. It’s like having a friend who can’t swim – sometimes, you just have to throw them into the water, help them get over that mental hurdle, and they’ll be grateful in the end. That’s what he tells himself to justify it, anyway. He has enough… anatomical prerequisite knowledge to know what’s good and what’s bad, and will take your body’s positive reactions as a sign of what you really want. Is definitely the kind to use that against you, holding up his fingers to your face after you cum on them, as if to prove a point.

“See? I told you, you just have to let go and give in to what you want… if you didn’t, my fingers wouldn’t be dripping like this, now would they?”

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

He wants to experiment on you. This manifests as him being something of a service top without really intending to be, even if you’re not exactly happy about it. He likes to watch your reactions, watch the way your body moves, test the pleasure you get from different things, discover what it is that you like, even if you weren’t aware of it. In particular, he’s fascinated by the fact that girls have so many types of orgasms. He’ll want to try them all, watch and see which ones are more intense than others, which ones make you convulse, makes your toes curl, your eyes roll back. Which erogenous zones make your breath hitch, make you twitch and whimper. Probably the type to be determined that he can make you cum just from something like sucking on your nipples, and he won’t stop until he achieves it. He’ll also want to try everything. At least anything that he thinks has some potential to appeal to him, mentally. He’s a busy man and hasn’t really taken the time to explore his own sexuality, and has virtually zero experience.

Edging, overstimulation, forced orgasms

Experimentation also means testing limits and thresholds. He’ll bring you up to the edge, learn to watch for the slightest of signs that you’re close, listen to your breath, watch your face, wait until you’re just so close and then draw back, stopping just short of letting you catch that high. Then he’ll let you drift back down, and bring you back up again. No amount of begging will make him show you any mercy, you’ll only cum when he’s decided he’s observed enough. He wants to push the limit, see just how close to the edge of orgasm you can get without spilling over, just how much it takes to drive you insane. He’ll also want to see how far you can go after it as well. Orgasm won’t be the end of his ministrations, no, he wants to see how much stimulation you can take. You won’t be able to get away from his tongue, he’ll grab you by the hips and slam you back down, continuing to lap at you even if you’re so sensitive it’s painful. Watching you cum will just make him rut into you harder, bruising and abusing your insides to a point that they’re so sore you can feel it long after it’s over. At first, he might feel a little guilty, and may very well after it’s over, but in the heat of the moment, he can’t fight the insatiable urge to listen to you squeal, feel you convulse, watch the tears from overwhelming pleasure run down your face.

He’ll make it his personal mission to see how many orgasms the female body is capable of within a given amount of time - per day, per hour, how quickly you can have them in succession. For scientific purposes, of course. Anatomy and human biology isn’t really his main field of focus, but he likes to expand his research horizons.

“Just one more… cum one more time for me, then we’ll be done. Come on… I know you can, just one more.”

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He’s actually good with children, usually. He has a calming effect on kids. He isn’t sure how he feels, though. To some degree, he fears his capabilities to parent, thinks he would be too cold to be a good father. But he also likes the idea of a protege, an heir to his title, one he can teach everything he knows. If he does end up having one, this fucking nerd man will read every book on pregnancy, birthing, and parenting that he can get his hands on.

Also, he’ll absolutely be one to track your cycles, even better than you can. He’s researched enough to know exactly when you’re most or least likely to get pregnant, and you can’t help but notice how much more he seems to cum in you when you’re at your most fertile. Nor can he deny how satisfying it is to watch his cum slowly drip out of you, watching you twitch with aftershock and slowly drift off in exhaustion.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Unfortunately for you, since overstimulation and edging are already normal and everyday for you, he’ll have to amp it up a bit if he’s trying to make you regret something. He might get rougher, abusing more pleasure spots on your body, keeping his hands, mouth, and cock occupied all at once with driving you over the edge until it’s painful. But if you’re exceptionally misbehaved, you might not ever get a release to his edging, instead left to suffer from being so close, tied up so you can’t finish yourself off.

In moments when he’s really, truly angry, the peak of it, and that blends with arousal, he’ll really, really throatfuck you. Grabbing the back of your head and shoving his cock down as deep as he can, holding you there as you gag and choke, feeling your throat convulse around him, desperately trying to pull back for air. The movements are harsh and brutal, pulling harshly on your hair, moving at a pace so fast you barely have a second to breathe. Thankfully, when it gets like that, he won’t last long, emptying out into your throat, holding your jaw shut and demanding you swallow. If any spills off on your chin, he’ll gather it up on his fingers, hold it to your face, and command you to open your mouth, suck it off, and swallow again. That’s at the peak of his anger, though, and you’ll have to substantially piss him off to reach that point. He’ll apologize later, holding you close, but his guilt doesn’t change the fact that it’s one of the most intense orgasms that he’ll have, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t sometimes think of doing it again, even without provocation. He’s restrained enough not to, but the thought is there… and deep down, he’ll entertain the idea.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

The curves of your body, no matter how defined or faint they are, no matter the general shape of your body, to him it’s the most beautiful thing. He’ll definitely want to draw you, even if you’re not too keen on posing. He’ll run his hands up and down your body, squeezing every little bit of flesh he can, moving his palms over every little curve, every inch of your skin.

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the bad batch + what romance/rom com movies they watch with you

each of the bad batch x gn!reader

ok first and foremost i really truly believe to the pits of my soul that every single one of these fuckos loves romances and you cannot under any circumstances change my mind

ALSO it’s a gender neutral reader except kinda in echo’s theres like a very brief quote regarding breasts but like i still think even that is pretty gender neutral tbh

so anyway

Hunter: Pretty Woman

this is not the first time that i have publicly declared that i think hunter has a deep rooted connection to the movie pretty woman and it will not be the last

first of all this movie is incredibly soothing to hunters overwhelming savior complex

second of all hunter is literally richard gere (debonaire but emotionally distant gentleman that learns to love) and julia roberts (hooker with a heart of gold) at the same time

he was a little skeptical the first time you put it on but he instantly fell in love with it

the humor, the sensuality, the class divide, the glamour, the unconventional cinderella story of it all. it just really butters his bread

after the first time, when you suggest watching a movie and you pick this one he’ll act very aloof about it (“whatever you want cyar’ika, it doesn’t matter to me”) but secretly he’s really really happy bc it’s one of his favorites (you def know this and def pick it more often)

he absolutely hates the scene when stucky the lawyer hits vivian. like it doesn’t matter how many times he watches it he will fully turn his head away from the screen and say “I don’t like this part” and when it’s over he nuzzles a little closer into you and very tenderly kisses your forehead

he loves the soundtrack too. like he fully exposes how much he likes the movie when you catch him singing or humming “pretty woman” or “it must have been love” absently to himself (you kept it to yourself for a while but eventually you just had to tease him about it. he just smiled a little sheepishly and admitted he liked the songs before promptly changing the subject)

hunter also lowkey definitely wants to recreate the ending where richard gere shows up to her apartment in the white limo with you bc he thinks it’s such a sweet gesture and he wants to treat you like royalty

Crosshair: 10 Things I Hate About You

if there’s one thing about crosshair it’s that he’s a sucker for the enemies to lovers genre

maybe its just him projecting (spoiler alert it most certainly is) but he really enjoys watching the drama conflama of a miserable bastard be tricked into love

and really that’s the true essence of 10 Things I Hate About You

he will grumble and bitch and moan about not wanting to watch a ‘chick flick’ when you put it on, but 15 minutes in and he’s hooked

he has strong negative opinions on literally every single character except for kat and patrick

(crosshair really really wants to think he’s patrick but when it comes down to it he is katarina stratford in every single possible way)

he doesn’t say a word throughout the entire movie but you can tell when he’s annoyed at like bianca or cameron or joey bc he will openly scoff at them

will absolutely hum along in your ear during the “can’t take my eyes off you” scene and make out with you during the paintball scene

(seriously he wants to be patrick verona so bad)

when it’s over and you ask him what he thought he’ll roll his eyes and say “i guess it could have been worse” but his little smirk let’s you know he enjoyed it a lot more than he’s willing to admit

Tech: 50 Shades of Grey

ok hear me out on this one

tech is a huge movie talker. like subtitles are a non-negotiable if you wanna be able to take in any of the movies dialogue bc tech is most likely gonna make commentary over it the whole time

this makes him absolutely indescribably so much fun to watch bad/corny movies with

he will go off about EVERYTHING. the plot, the dialogue, the acting, the costuming, the music, the production quality. nothing and no one is safe. whether you just enjoy letting him talk at you or you join in on the roast, cheesy movies are a hoot between you two

and honey. 50 shades is one of THE cheesiest movies ever

you and tech will literally spend the entire duration of the movie tearing it to shreds

and the thing is tech is a very sarcastic, funny guy when he wants to be (and when it comes to you he definitely wants to be) so by the end of it he will have you in absolute stitches from laughing at the ridiculousness of both the movie and him

with any of the other batchers watching a movie like this either turns into a shy, slightly awkward experience (wrecker, echo) or an incorrigibly horny experience (crosshair, hunter)

but in this context tech literally has no shame or squeamishness about sexual things (why should he it’s a natural biological process?) so to yall the sex stuff is just another thing to roast

literally christian grey could be fully tying dakota johnson down and flogging her and tech will be like “in the last 3 minutes they have panned up to her nipples 4 times. this is criminally shoddy cinematography”

even tho he’s busy giving a detailed play by play critique, he never fails to keep some sort of physical contact with you (wrapping an arm around you and running his hand up and down your skin, playing with your fingers or your hair) so you know he’s enjoying spending this time with you despite his nasty words about the movie

also 1000% after you watch it tech will do extensive research on the ins and outs of bdsm and will have lots of hypotheses he wants to test out (as long as you’re willing and able ofc) ;)))

Wrecker: 13 Going On 30

of all the bad batch members, wrecker is the only one who unabashedly loves any movie that could be considered a chick flick

like he doesn’t even try to hide it or act like he’s too masculine for it. he loves romance and he’s proud of it

this man will have full marathons with you. rom coms, regular roms, tragic roms, hallmark roms, you name it and he’s game

his absolute favorite tho is 13 Going On 30

i feel like he has a huge soft spot for childhood best friends to lovers stories like he finds that type of lifelong partnership so endearing (and he loves to live vicariously through jenna since that type of romance was obviously never an option for him)

wrecker is also very childlike at heart and i think the idea of a 13 year old sweetheart trapped inside the body of a 30 year old cut throat magazine exec is so amusing to him (and maybe makes him feel just a little bit represented in the media)

he is definitely the type to completely engulf you in a cuddle for the entirety of the movie and he DEFINITELY cries into your shoulder at matty’s wedding when jenna is crying on the stoop with her dream house

he wants to try razzles so bad. like so bad. i think if he ever came across them somewhere he would barter at least one of his brothers for them

wrecker really just loves love and watching movies about it just reminds him of how lucky he is to have his own love story with you <3

Echo: The Princess Bride

i feel like it’s glaringly obvious why echo loves this movie

pirates. sword fighting. decades long revenge plots. the value of an honorable, loyal man. true love that never wavers even in the face of devastating tragedy and the darkest of hardships. clever but goofy humor.

echo considers this an action/adventure movie and NOT a romance movie (even tho it 100% totally is a romance movie) and requests to watch it very frequently

he can quote the whole thing. i’m seriously telling you echo loves the princess bride with his whole chest

even tho he refuses to admit it’s a love story above all else, he really does try to model himself in your relationship after wesley

like especially given what happened at the citadel and all the time you thought he was dead, the cinematic parellels are alive and present in y’alls relationship and he strives to be even half the man to you that wesley is to buttercup

literally in your day to day life he will sometimes respond to your requests with a smooth “as you wish ;)” (it doesn’t matter how many times he does it it still gives you butterflies)

when you watch the movie, he snuggles as close to you as possible and does his best to make youre comfy the whole time (he’s insecure about his prosthetics hurting you no matter how much you reassure him they don’t)

he just loves to be able to feel your heartbeat and your laugh when you giggle at the funny bits

every single time without fail at the part when buttercup is about to stab herself he leans down, ghosts his lips against the shell of your ear, and whispers the line in time with wesley: “there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours”

every single time without fail you wind up making out until he pulls away and tells you to watch the next part when wesley challenges humperdinck to a duel to the pain

echo just loves you to bits and wants you to know he’d endure a thousand fire swamps for you

Omega: Clueless

i have this really specific obsession with omega being a total girly girl and having very traditionally feminine interests as she keeps experiencing the universe and being exposed to a spectrum of gender expression beyond clone (masc and boring) and kaminoan (ugly)

so with that headcanon of her in mind, it’s vital to me that she sees clueless as soon as possible

clueless is an essential piece of media for a girl entering adolescence and i will die on this hill

it has literally everything you want and everything you need to develop into a well-rounded young woman

it’s so deliciously 90s and glamorama and valley girl humor and camp. its got meaningful female friendships and valuable life lessons and paul mf rudd

if there’s one thing you should encourage a burgeoning hetero teen girl to do, it’s to stick to dating guys like paul rudd in clueless. the earlier this message can be broadcast the better

the second you’re able to steal omega away from hunters watchful eyes (“hunter we’re just gonna watch finding nemo i swear!”) you show her this movie

at this point omega is not really a girly girl, but omega also has absolutely zero feminine influence in her life

the first time she sees clueless she is absolutely obsessed. like seriously she is so enamoured with the glitz and glam of cher horowitz

she asks you questions the entire time. she wants to know about EVERYTHING. the makeup, the clothes, the hair, the slang

(she definitely goes around saying stuff like “i’m totally bugging” for long enough afterwards that almost all of the boys have slipped up at least once with some ridiculous valley girl slang. you thought you were gonna die of laughter when you overheard tech say “as if!” to wrecker in the middle of an argument)

it just really introduces her to this whole world of femininity that she didn’t even know existed and she absolutely loves it

she makes you watch clueless with her seriously once a week at minimum. she begs you to style her hair like tai’s and you can’t help yourself when you happen to run across a little yellow plaid dress and buy it for her on sight

(hunter was gonna scold you for recklessly spending credits until he saw how omega almost cried from how happy she was for the gift)

honestly she enjoys the romance of it all and paul rudd is def her first celebrity crush but she enjoys more that you and her now have this special thing of hair and nails and pretty dresses

she loves how confident and beautiful and special you’re able to make her feel, and you love that you get to bring her that small sense of normalcy and happiness

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the-insomniac-emporium · 4 years ago

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Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 2

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village

Rating: T+ for blood, language, nudity, and horny

Warnings: Implied pain/blood kink

Summary: Local vampire tries to give her human soulmate a bath, but the human is feral and loving it. Then it gets a lil horny, to both of their frustration.

Previous Chapters: 1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring

2: Bloodbath, Baby!

“I take it you changed your mind about the clothes? Or am I supposed to use these towels like a makeshift toga?” You asked, glancing around the bathroom, eying the ornate tub with mild interest. This certainly wasn’t where you had expected Cassandra to take you, especially not when she had somewhat promised you garments to wear. There were no pants or shirts (or even dresses) in sight, just a rack of the softest looking towels you had ever seen. It was admittedly difficult for you to resist the urge to use one to wipe the blood off of your shoulder. However, you figured that it would be best to save that for after you were given a good behavior prize. After all, it was much more fun to be a bastard if your “victim” (not that Cassandra really counted as that) knew how polite you were capable of being, and you were, under normal circumstances, very polite. Most of the time. Maybe.

“What did I say about talking?” Cassandra snapped at you, glaring at you from her perch on the counter. She was sitting on the edge, waiting for something, occasionally eying the room’s entrance.

“You told me to shut up for ‘five minutes’. It’s been eight, at the very least! I’ve been holding back, just for you, babe,” you replied, smirking as you did. For a moment your soulmate seems to consider chucking a bar of soap at your head. Eventually she thinks better of it, opting to roll her eyes at you instead. “For the record, I did count, just to be sure. Wouldn’t have wanted to make any assumptions about the passage of time, considering how fast time seems to fly when I’m with a loved one.” Unfortunately, this does not get a rise out of Cassandra, who has shifted to face away from you. Not yet willing to give up your buffoonery (and assuming that you would not, in fact, be getting a good behavior prize anytime soon), you released a loud, exaggerated sigh, before switching tactics.

Standing up with the blanket still curled around yourself, you maneuver over to the tub, eagerly climbing inside. With how large it was, laying down was fairly easy, though you weren’t entirely flat. Wanting to be as comfortable as possible, you adjust yourself and the blanket until it covers you, while letting one end go behind your head like a pillow. It’s nowhere near as nice as you had hoped. On the plus side, however, is the attention it gets from Cassandra. Before long she’s standing adjacent to the tub, staring down with an expression of exasperation.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She asked.

“Napping, obviously. Care to join me?” You answered, without hesitation. Then you gently pat the blanket, as if offering to let her sit on top of you. This only serves to make her angrier. Now she’s leaning over the basin, bracing one hand against it, her other hand reaching to grab your throat and pull you towards her. The two of you are so close that you can’t help but blush, and the feeling of her skin against yours is weirdly attractive. “I should have known you were the kinky type. Not that I mind,” you murmured, gaze wandering a little farther south than her lips. Before you know it she’s shoved you back down and let go of you. She shakes her hand a bit, like she’s just touched something gross, but you see the pink rising on her cheeks. As much as you want to tease her, the sound of approaching footsteps takes priority. Soon the door is opening, revealing a stressed servant, a pile of clothes in her arms. Suddenly you’re glad that Cassandra pushed you away, considering you don’t think she would have enjoyed having someone walk in on the two of you in that position.

“Lady Cassandra, I have what you requested. Would you like me to draw a bath for you? Or-” she pauses when she sees you, clearly unsure of what to make of your behavior. Hell, she almost drops what she’s carrying, and makes a soft ‘oh’ sound. Presumably dying inside, Cassandra quickly takes the bundle from her. Then she stands between the two of you, blocking line of sight, looking as tense as could be.

“Just get back to work, and don’t mention this to anyone,” she growled, gesturing towards the door. As soon as the maiden closes it behind her, Cassandra is turning back to you. “Get rid of that stupid fucking blanket or I’m forcing you to wear wet socks.” Understandably, you start giggling at her request, hardly able to believe that she had really just said those words out loud. “Would you prefer I cut up the soles of your feet? I’ll heal long before you do, asshole.” Now that makes you pause, trying to figure out whether or not her threat held up. Even though everyone had a basic understanding of how blood bonds worked (the less romantic, and more historic, way to refer to soulmates), the specifics were confusing for most people, including yourself. Would your aching wounds bother her? Or only the initial injury?... Somehow you had a feeling you’d figure out the answer within the next few days.

Until then, you decide to err on the side of caution, for once in your life. Still, you roll your eyes before you pull the blanket up and out of the tub. Again you spot a faint rosy tint on Cassandra’s face, and her gaze most definitely lingers on places other than your eyes. In the end you have to bite your lower lip to stop yourself from calling her out on it. Gotta get some clothes first, you think, then back to being a dick. Holding back only gets harder from there.

Wordlessly, Cassandra takes a seat by the front of the tub, where your feet are propped up on the edge. Giving you a judgemental look, she pushes them aside so she can reach the controls knobs easier. You give an exaggerated pout in response, only for her to ignore you completely, trying very hard to look anywhere but at you. It was in stark contrast to how she had looked at you a mere half an hour earlier. There were several interesting things to note about her behavior, and you found yourself almost excited to figure out the puzzle she presented. Did she care about you now? Simply because of your blood bond? Did she have a genuine soft spot for romance?... Those sorts of questions were all you could think about, even as Cassandra turned the handles, letting cold water splash into the tub.

“I’d say ‘fuck you’ but honestly, were I in your position I would likely do the same,” you said, shivering a little. Cassandra raises an eyebrow, staring at you like you were stupid, before turning the handle a bit more. Eventually you figure out what she meant by it. “What, you guys don’t have a quality water heater? This is Romania for fuck’s sake. I would have figured the water would be a hell of a lot hotter by now,” you added, only for her to splash some still very much cold water on your face. “Is this fun for you? Are you enjoying this? God, I hope you assholes have Legos somewhere in this maniac menagerie, so I can step on them while you sleep.”

“Do you always spit in the face of kindness?” Cassandra asked, moving towards the other end of the tub as she spoke. Once more you laugh, though this time it’s much more of a hollow sound, and your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. “My sister wanted to kill you, but I pulled your pathetic corpse out of the basement, now I’m letting you use my bath, and you’re mocking me. This is why I don’t bother with this shit,” she growled, even as she wets a washcloth and starts dabbing at your wounds. On one hand you understand her frustration… but on the other you couldn’t get the image of her past victims out of your head.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather be clean than not,” you started to say, pausing to think for a moment. Then you reach out, putting your hand over Cassandra’s, making her freeze in place. It’s soft enough of a touch to surprise her. Which is why it’s so easy for you to snatch the towel from her hands. “You ‘don’t bother’ with this ‘shit’ because you’re a fucking sadist, who thinks all humans are beneath you, who acts like she has every right to bleed innocent people dry, who thinks she’s God’s gift to this goddamn hellhole we call Earth. Do you think this makes up for your sins? Do you-” her nails dig into your arm and she grits her teeth in pain- “think that I can forget listening to the screams of your victims? Whose graves is this castle built upon? Whose fucking bones am I standing on? Who died to keep you alive? How many other versions of me have you killed, in other timelines, in other lives, where the universe didn’t demand that we be together? I’ve seen your heart, girl, and it’s as raw as they come.”

There’s a brief second of intense, furious eye contact. Then a flash of movement, a rush of pain, tears filling the corner of your eyes. Blood pours from the new hole in your shoulder, but Cassandra is quick to lick it up. She’s groaning in between each run of her tongue across your skin, clearly feeling it every bit that you were, yet she shows no signs of stopping. If anything, her pain seems to spur her on harder. Even you can’t help but blush a little as you struggle beneath her grip. Why did vampires have to use their mouths? Why couldn’t they get blood transfusions, like the rest of society? This way, your pleasure mixes with your misery, leaving you confused, and the fact that you’re still naked is not at all helping.

“Oh fuck off, please,” you gasped, trying to push her off of you. To your surprise, she does as asked, pulling away after one last lick. When you turn to look at her, you see your blood covering her lips and dripping down her chin. “You’re a mess, Cassie. Hot water?” With that you return her favor from earlier, splashing some of the (finally above room temperature) water in her direction. Most of it misses her. A few drops, however, do manage to hit their mark. Then she’s wiping her face on her sleeve, scowling the whole time. There’s still plenty of blood on her face afterwards, but it’s nothing compared to what’s gathering on your shoulder. She eyes the wound, nostrils flaring briefly, a predator dying for one more bite. “If you bite me again, I swear to whoever that one lady y’all worship is, I will bite you. My teeth aren’t made for that shit, but I don’t care. We’ll both be miserable and that’s it, baby! That’s love! I’m threatening you with an unhealthy perception of affection, dipshit!”

This time you expect her to move away, or hit you, or do anything other than what she does. Calling your bluff, she moves around the ever-filling tub, pausing to turn the water off, before hiking the edges of her dress up and… oh. Oh. Somehow she’s in the tub with you now, legs on either side of your waist, presenting the side of her neck to you with a knowing smirk. But you are not known for your cleverness. Nor your ability to make good decisions, at that. Perhaps your blood loss was starting to affect your cognition. Whatever made you so feral, so beautifully unhinged, you embraced it with utter glee. Soon enough your teeth find themselves on Cassandra’s throat, digging in enough for you to feel your blood bond reacting. For a moment she stiffens in response. Then she relaxes, even takes in a rush of air that sounds oddly content, leaning into your touch. What the fuck? You think, almost shocked enough to let go. Almost.

“What’s the matter, pet? I thought you wanted me to know what it felt like on the other side of things?” Cassandra teased, voice quiet and low. Something about her tone sends a familiar, although unwanted, feeling to your core. Still, her words egg you on, and you find yourself biting harder, tugging at the skin a little. More tears gather in your eyes, but you fight through the pain as best as you can. You drag your teeth across her skin, wishing for sharper canines, before letting go to inspect your work. There’s a clear outline where your mouth had been, but not a single drop of blood. Frustrated, you go back in for seconds, choosing a different spot to target. Again you go through the motions, only for no crimson to stain your lips. This cycle repeats several more times, with you running your tongue along her neck in between bites, so focused that you don’t realize that she’s grinding against you until she stops.

“I need to file my teeth,” you mused, trying to forget about what you had just done. Now that it’s over, Cassandra seems to feel the same, and she quickly climbs back out of the tub. She’s refusing to meet your gaze, instead focusing on arranging the clothes the servant had brought earlier. By the time she’s facing you again her blush is almost entirely gone.

“Finish cleaning up, then bandage yourself and get dressed. I’ll have a maiden wait outside to bring you back to my room. Don’t even think about trying to run,” Cassandra said sternly. You’re too distracted by the thought of what happened to give her any snarky response. So she simply nods to herself, then leaves, slamming the door behind her. Though you had expected to be relieved by her absence, you find yourself groaning, holding your head in your hands. Why is she so attractive? This is probably illegal, you think, in at least several countries. Or it should be, at least. Now that she’s gone, there’s nothing to distract you from the price of her attention, with your shoulder and neck aching horribly. Cleaning up was going to hurt even worse. Still, you think, at least I’ll have some time to think of new insults. With that in mind, you begin to wash away the blood, thoughts entirely consumed by your newest ‘partner’.

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #unhinged maiden #well personally I prefer the term feral #absolutely feral #goddamn menace #blunt teeth sharp tongue #please enjoy #not beta read

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