#i cannot say the idea does not Intrigue me...

[oneknot]

going through the doc of notes i took last time i started rewatching twd and this from s1........ lowkey had a lil bit of a crush on glenn.  andrea is the only one that ever knew,  and she threatened death if she ever told anyone.

[harvestmoth]

more rejuv things but its. its just this guy again, im sorry shes all i can draw

[morbiderotica]

Hii! Can i pls request a Light x reader nsfw? You know the scenes where L planted a camera in his room right? Well maybe to make L less suspicious of him Light fucks the reader in his room? I thought that it was a hot idea♡ you dont have to do it if you dont want to😊

★ DECEPTION ─ fem!reader

#NOTES ─ i love you for requesting this i cannot tell you how many times i've day dreamed about this (sorry it took so long)

#WARNINGS ─ smut, cnc peeping toms (L), p in v,

#SUMMARY ─ "there was an elaborate plan set in place. but as soon as light's hands snaked around your waist you seemed to forget everything you were supposed to do and say." innocent until proven guilty

there was an elaborate plan set in place. but as soon as light's hands snaked around your waist you seemed to forget everything you were supposed to do and say. his moderately chapped lips kissing your cheek lovingly. much unlike how light usually behaved around you.

"light." his name left your lips, trying to warn him he'd made your mind go blank. but he knew.

"i know." he whispered back, displeasure laced in his voice. luckily, light was more than capable of carrying out the plan for the both of you.

"just let me do all the work." he muttered, his voice not loud enough to be picked up on by the mics on the camera but still he was careful with what he said.

he hoped you would be too. you nodded. looking up at light with a lustful look in your eye that he couldn't deny was making him a little aroused. light kissed your jaw, roughly. as if light was capable of doing anything without roughness.

"last chance to back out." it's not a soft tone, but it does let you know that he won't be mad at you if you do decide you don't want some random creep watching you have sex with your friend.

you shake your head, you weren't going to let him down now. and to be totally honest, the thought of someone watching you in such a vulnerable position was intriguing to say the least. light began to undress you once you'd given him your final consent.

meanwhile, L watched his screen with wider eyes than normal. his eyes grazing every pixel of the screen as he watched light take off your shirt. neglecting the other screens that were broadcasting equally, if not more, important information. L racked his brain trying to figure out if this was just a trick of if he was really witnessing this dirty scene play out.

all your clothes were off in what seemed like a blink of an eye. pressed into the mattress with light's knee inches away from your heated core. you dumbly pull at his tie, fucked out expression but light hadn't even gotten started with you yet.

"you got any thoughts in there at all?" he smirks. silently gloating now that he knew he had every single person he knew wrapped around his godly finger. there was not a thought behind your blown out pupils. it prided light to know he had such an effect on you.

"i haven't even done anything yet." he furthers. and L was hearing all of it.

you paw at the waist band of his bland khaki pants. light chuckled feeling your shaky hands trying to get more of him. his rubs his hand over your chest, caressing your nipple with his pointer and thumb.

"patient girls get rewarded." he tsks. he's met with a whine to which he chuckles again. he knows L will over analyze and find something wrong with the scenario if he doesn't hurry up.

"you wanna get rewarded?" he unbuttons his pants with one hand. you're eager, desperate. you need hm in a way you didn't even know it was possible to want one of your friend.

he reaches over you, grabbing a condom from the book shelf. it was wedged between two books. clearly he was trying to keep it hidden from his maid of a mom and his nosy sister.

he opens the condom with his teeth and you might as well just have hearts in your eyes as you watch him. the wrapper falls somewhere unimportant on the bed. he rolls the condom on. you knew it was only a matter of time before you finally felt full with his cock.

© 2023 MORBIDEROTICA

[7ndipity]

Just found your blog and LOVE your bts headcanons so much… after having watched Are You Sure?!, I need all your NSFW headcanons for OT7 as your boyfriend… please please please 🔥

Random NSFW Headcanons

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: Random spicy headcanons about the members

Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, unprotected sex(don’t do this), breeding kinks, mentions of edging, oral(m. & f. receiving), bondage, sensory deprivation, dom/sub dynamics, somnophilia, voyeurism, idk there’s a bunch of stuff lol

A/N: You want my hcs? I’ll give ‘em, hehehe😈 Hope you like them!

Masterlist

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Jin:

Okay, I’m gonna make some of y’all real happy by saying, although I still think he’s mostly switch/sub leaning, he does have a dom streak in him. Like as much as he loves letting you lead him like a puppy on a leash(sometimes literally), nothing quite gets him off the same as taking control and pounding into you until you’re his empty headed baby, only able to whimper is his name.

He’s also a big fan of sensory deprivation, both giving and receiving. Blindfolds, handcuffs, etc. He loves the heightened sensitivity that they create, turning even the lightest touches insanely intense.

Has a major thing for cumming in you that it’s bordering on a breeding kink. Like tell him that you want him to cum in you, and he’ll propose on the spot💍

Yoongi:

He’s definitely into bondage and shibari(he’s been tied up/handcuffed wayy too many times in music videos to not be, lol) tho it would take a bit of coaxing to get him to admit it. There’s just something about trying out different knots and restraint styles, both on him and you, that intrigues and excites him.

Lowkey into angry sex, but not when he’s angry with you. It’s more those days when he comes home frustrated from the studio and he just wants to scream, so he makes it his mission to make you scream instead, hehe.

Has recorded himself getting off for you and thought about sneaking it into the background sounds of one of his Agust D tracks(might have actually done it, but he won’t admit it bc he’s a menace and likes to fuck with your head, so you’re just sat listening to every little detail on his demos, lol)

Hobi:

This boy is a certifiable freak, you cannot convince me otherwise. Like except for a relatively small list of hard no’s, he’s open to playing around and testing out pretty much any sort of kink/scenario that you might be interested in.

Lowkey very into the idea of watching you fuck one of his friends rapline whats up?, guiding them on just how to touch you, watching the way your face scrunches up in pleasure, just to turn around and fuck you into oblivion afterwards.

Man adores having his head between your thighs and actively begs you to ride his face. And don’t even think of arguing that you’re too heavy or whatever, bc he’ll spend the next hour worshiping your body and showering you with so much praise that you won’t be able to think, let alone remember any of your insecurities🫠

Namjoon:

Although we’ve established he’s definitely more of a daddy dom, he definitely has a weakness for you taking the lead or being on top(“pro rider, hohohoho rider” I had to, I'm sorry). Something about him being under you, watching the way your body moves on top of his, feeling the way you take him so perfectly, just makes his brain go hazy🤤

Idk if he’s fully aware that it’s a kink/thing, but he’s definitely into temperature play. Ice cubes, hot wax, even just blowing cool air over his skin makes him tingly in all the right ways. 

He loves to tease you at the worst moments. Like you could be on phone with a friend or whoever, and he’ll let his hands start to ghost along your arms, down your sides, across your chest, between your thighs… seeing just how long it takes before your voice and focus start to waver, quickly hanging up and giving him your full attention

Jimin:

*cough*ropebunny*cough* Sorry, what?

No but fr, he loves being tied up in different pretty styles of shibari, but he treats it like an art form, with different silk ropes and ribbons. He wants to feel pretty and treasured, caressed with soft voices and sweet words, regardless of if you’re teasing and edging him to tears.

Lowkey into semi-public sex, teasing you at dinner with his friends with his hand creeping along your thigh under the table till you’re squirming and begging him to find an excuse for you both to be excused for a minute. Dude will fully have you shaking and seeing stars and then walk out of the bathroom like nothing happened.

Definitely the biggest fan of aftercare out of all the members, like he treats it as more of a sensual spa night for the two of you; candlelit baths together, gentle massages to work out any tense muscles, cuddling in bed that might turn into cockwarming or a very sleepy round two... 

Taehyung:

Definitely into taking photos of the two of you, both on his phone and on his retro film cameras. Man turned his guest room into his own studio/darkroom and learned how to develop film by himself so that no one else but you would see his artwork.

Loses his goddamn mind every time you go down on him. Like if you ever wanna make his mind go completely blank, all you have to do is let him feel your warm, wet mouth close around his length, and he’s absolute putty in your hands.

Feel like he’s very into lingerie, both for you and himself. He loves feeling like a pretty present for you to open and play with, and vice versa. You literally came home on your birthday to him waiting for you in some pretty little silk number with a bow on his head as your gift.

Jungkook:

Although I’ve said before he’s a dom leaning switch, when he subs, he lets go completely. He loves letting his mind shut off and being at your mercy, letting you take control and turning him into a needy whining mess. 

For the similar reason, he has a major dumbifacation kink, both giving and receiving. He loves the idea of being fucked to the point that your mind goes completely blank and all you can think and focus on is how you make each other feel.

Definitely has a thing for somnophilia, again both giving and receiving. The thought of touching and teasing each other, your bodies reacting purely out of instinct, seeing how long it takes for you to wake up so that you can fuck each other properly, the whole thing makes him crazy. His favorite way to wake up, 5 stars, highly recommend🤭

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @feminympho @classicalelephant @dfqcsqueen @mother2monsters @comingupwithacoolnameishard @bo0ghol @universal-travel-er @k4ngelz

[yokumirumerafan]

You can make KNY characters with a platonic female reader, where the reader has very fluffy, curly, abundant, voluminous hair, and the hair is difficult to manage? has many curls.

🌸 Shinobu Kocho

At first, she’s intrigued. Then... fascinated. Then... obsessed.

“Your hair is like a wild garden of curls~ So soft too…”

She gently pokes through your curls like she’s studying a rare new species. Definitely wants to try making you fancy herbal shampoos and treatments. Might even braid a few sections and tuck a butterfly clip in.

“Hold still. I want to see if this butterfly can land on your hair and stay there. For science!”

🔥 Kyojuro Rengoku

Is 100% enchanted the moment he sees you.

“Your hair is FLAME-LIKE in its glory! SO BOLD! SO POWERFUL!”

He has no idea how curls work but keeps complimenting them like they’re an unstoppable force of nature. Tries to pet your head once and his hand just gets stuck.

“Ah! I see! Your curls have... TRAPPED ME! Well played, young one!”

🌊 Giyuu Tomioka

...Stares. A lot. Quietly. Not in a weird way—he’s just fascinated.

One day, you catch him watching you while you’re detangling your hair and you’re like, “What??”

“...It’s big.”

That’s it. That’s the whole comment. But later he brings you hair ties without saying anything and awkwardly places them next to you like an offering.

🌪️ Sanemi Shinazugawa

He says things like:

“Damn, you lose a whole bush every time you brush it?” “Is this a bird’s nest? Do I need to go rescue eggs?”

But if anyone else makes fun of your hair? He’s ready to throw hands. Secretly watches you do your curly hair routine and mumbles,

“Tch. Takes that much work? That’s stupid. But like. Not you stupid. Just… ugh, whatever.”

Will fight your tangles for you and be mad about it.

🦋 Mitsuri Kanroji

SHE ADORES YOU. Like absolutely melts every time she sees you.

“You’re like a fluffy, sparkly little cotton candy angel!!”

She loves brushing your hair and always asks if she can style it. She wants to match hairstyles, even if her hair is totally different.

“Can I put little ribbons in your curls?? I PROMISE I’LL BE GENTLE!”

Will 100% take cute selfies with you and post “#CURLYBESTIECORE” if she had Instagram.

🐍 Obanai Iguro

At first, he acts indifferent.

“...Too much effort.”

But secretly? He’s amazed. Like “how-does-this-hair-even-stay-like-this” amazed. If Kaburamaru disappears, there’s a 50/50 chance he’s curled up in your hair.

One time you walked by and Obanai’s scarf fluttered off because he turned his head too fast watching your curls bounce in slow motion.

“...I wasn’t looking.”

💥 Zenitsu Agatsuma

Instantly worships your hair. Worships you.

“Your curls... they’re divine!! Like the clouds of heaven!! CAN I TOUCH THEM?? PLEASE???”

He starts crying when one of your curls bounces dramatically in the wind. He absolutely cannot handle the cuteness. Thinks you look like a princess. Has probably written poetry about your curls.

🐗 Inosuke Hashibira

Grabs a curl and yells,

“WHAT IS THIS WEAPON!?”

Immediately tries to hide in your hair. Thinks it's the most comfortable thing in the world. Tries to braid it terribly. Gets tangled in it mid-battle somehow. You find him napping in it like a little forest creature.

💖 Tanjiro Kamado

The sweetest cinnamon roll. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just smiles.

“Your hair looks like it takes a lot of care. I admire how much work you put into it.”

He’s so gentle when helping you comb through knots. Offers to carry your hair products for you on missions. Definitely asks Nezuko not to tug your curls even though she loves the springy bounce.

🐗Bonus: Nezuko Kamado

Thinks your hair is a playground. She loves tugging on your curls like springs and watching them bounce. You have to gently bat her little hands away while she giggles.

[aventurineswife]

Okay, hear me out... AE!Sunday celebrating christmas wth reader on the Express and neither of them have any idea what christmas is bcuz it's just not a thing where they're from😭

(Oh yes, a chrismas req when it's almost february and this probably won't even be out before like the end of feb💀)

No Footprints in the Snow

Summary: Neither you nor Sunday have any idea what Christmas is, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to celebrate it together aboard the Astral Express. As the train hums through the stars, you find warmth in each other’s company, sharing quiet reflections, unspoken emotions, and a simple touch beneath the twinkling lights of a decorated tree.

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Fluff, Soft Moments, Mutual Pining, Subtle Angst but Mostly Fluff, Touch-Starved Sunday (?), Found Family Feels, Holiday Celebration (Sort Of), First Time Experiencing Christmas.

Warnings: Brief Mentions of Sunday’s Past (Melancholy Nostalgia), Light Hand-Holding (Yes, this is a warning. Why? I don't know either).

A/N: ahahaha.... 🚶‍♀️

The Express hums beneath your feet, its rhythmic motion blending with the low murmur of conversation and distant clinking of tableware. Outside the windows, the vast stretch of space is interrupted by a planet cloaked in a wintry glow, its atmosphere swirling with crystalline clouds.

It had been March 7th’s idea, of course—bringing a little of this Christmas tradition onto the Express. You weren’t sure how she managed to convince the others, but now, the train was adorned with twinkling lights, garlands, and strange red-and-white striped confections. A tree—tall, evergreen, and shimmering with baubles—stood proudly in the lounge.

Sunday stands before it, tilting his head ever so slightly, eyes tracing the soft glow of the ornaments. His wings shift with subtle curiosity, the left one twitching when he reaches a gloved hand to touch the twinkling lights. You watch, amused, from the couch as his brow furrows in quiet contemplation.

"You’re staring," you say, unable to help the smile that tugs at your lips.

Sunday doesn’t turn immediately. His fingers brush against the branches, his halo casting faint reflections against the glass baubles. "This ritual," he murmurs. "It’s meant to commemorate something, yes?"

You nod, shifting to sit cross-legged on the couch. "Apparently, it’s a celebration of warmth, generosity… togetherness. But, uh, I’m as lost as you are."

Sunday finally glances at you, the faintest ghost of a smile forming. "Then we are both wandering in the dark, it seems."

You huff a laugh. "Yeah, but at least we’ve got each other."

He doesn’t reply immediately. Instead, he turns back to the tree, thoughtful. There’s a familiar weight in his expression—the kind he wears when nostalgia grips him like a quiet tide, pulling him beneath memories you cannot quite reach.

"It reminds me of the Charmony Festival," he finally says, voice airy, distant. "We would release lanterns into the sky, their glow like falling stars, guiding lost souls to peace."

You watch the way his gaze softens, his mind lingering in a time long past. You wonder if it is painful for him to recall, or if the memories have dulled into something bittersweet.

You rise from your seat, stepping closer until you stand beside him. "It sounds beautiful," you say, your voice softer now.

Sunday exhales, the faintest flutter of his wings betraying an emotion he does not voice. "It was."

A beat of silence stretches between you, comfortable yet brimming with something unspoken. The lights of the tree flicker gently, casting shifting shadows across Sunday’s features.

Then, hesitantly, you reach for his hand. His fingers are cold through the gloves, but he does not pull away. Instead, he tilts his head, studying your intertwined fingers with quiet intrigue.

"You said Christmas is about togetherness," he muses, thumb grazing your knuckles absentmindedly. "Then… I suppose this is as close as we can get to understanding it."

Your heart stutters at the sincerity in his tone.

"Yeah," you breathe, squeezing his hand lightly. "I think so."

The Express hums on, carrying you both through an endless sea of stars, and for the first time in a long while, Sunday allows himself to simply exist in the quiet warmth of the moment.

[starlitiris]

Hi, I wanted to say I adore your writing!! You don't have to do this request if you don't want to, but I'd love to hear your headcannons for how the troupe (or specifically Uvo, Pakunoda, and Shalnark) react to an s/o that likes to give them love bites♡ (Not sexually, just affectionate biting!)

I sincerely apologize for being months late to this holy shit, I had a lot of shit going on right after i got this ask and i was just tired and OUGH but here it is

I hope my goofy ass writing makes up for the wait </3 and I hope I didn’t make them too out of character 😭 been a minute since I wrote for hxh

And ty for enjoying my writing i’m very glad that you do!!!

If anyone wants me to do this for other hxh characters, phantom troupe or otherwise, LMK!!! I’d love to give that a shot >:)

Love Bites! (Phantom Troupe Headcanons)

Shalnark

- I can imagine you and Shal are cuddling on the couch in the home you share

- He has an arm around you, holding you close while he scrolls through whatever on his phone

- You don’t know what he’s looking at. Nor do you care. You want attention.

- You gently grab the hand that’s on you and CHOMP

- Well. It’s not really a CHOMP. It’s just a little nibble.

- “Huh?-“ He looks at you.

- He looks befuddled.

- But then he smiles!

- Intrigued and amused, he asks: “What are you doing?”

- “You’re not paying attention to me, so I’m making you,” you tell him with a devious little smirk

- “Oh, really?” The amusement in his expression morphs into something much more mischievous.

- “Uh huh,” you say before biting his fingers again, a little harder this time

- “Hey!” He shouts through a giggle

- He grabs one of your hands and bites YOU. Not any harder than you bit him, though. He wouldn’t wanna hurt his beloved <3

- You squeal and try to pull your hand away, but he doesn’t let you.

- He keeps nipping at you while you giggle and screech at him to stop

- Eventually he tackles onto your back on the couch

- He squishes your sides attacks your shoulder, neck and ear with playful nibbles

- “SHAL!” You laugh. “S-STOP IT!!”

- “What? I’m giving you attention now, isn’t this what you wanted?” He retorts before resuming his attack

- I’m sorry, Reader. You lost this battle.

Pakunoda

- Arghh your girlfriend/fiancée/wife is so pretty

- You adore her so much. Sooo so much that you cannot put it into words

- You can put it into actions, though!

- With the utmost love and care, you lift her hand to your face, kiss the back of her hand, and very very gently nibble on her dainty wrist.

- She makes a small noise indicating she was caught off guard, and she looks at you with a look of befuddlement

- “What on earth are you doing?” She asks

- You remove her wrist from your teeth and look up at her with a sweet lil smile. “Biting you.”

- “Why?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

- “Because I love you.”

- She stares

- And blinks

- Then smiles, emitting a chuckle

- “You are strange,” she tells you.

- “Does this bother you?” You ask, not wanting her to be uncomfortable.

- “Not at all, my love.”

- You grin and gently nibble at her wrist again.

- Strange as you may be, she finds you adorable.

- This will become a common occurrence.

Uvogin

- You and Uvo are having a picnic date!! Cute!!

- Right now you’re listening to him ramble on about a recent job he had

- He retells his favorite moments from the adventure enthusiastically

- You love watching him get enthusiastic and passionate about things. Even if it is, uh… theft and murder sometimes. But you find it charming!

- “-Anyway, you should’ve been there. It was the most fun I had on a job in a while!” He finishes his story and takes a big ol’ bite from his sandwich.

- An idea strikes you. Muhaha

- “Hey Uvo, gimme your hand,” you tell him, reaching out your own two hands to hold his massive one

- “Huh? Why?”

- “Just gimme. Give.”

- He gives you a questioning look before complying and giving his hand to you.

- You grab it, pull it closer to you and chomp one of his fingies

- You don’t bother with being gentle. The man has iron skin, you could probably bite him as hard as possible and it would barely tickle

- Uvogin snorts. “What the hell are you doing?”

- You let go. “What’s it look like?”

- “Why are you biting me?” He grins, finding your goofy ass to be very cute and charming as always.

- “Cause I wanna!” You bite him again.

- “Fuckin’ weirdo.” He lets you gnaw away at his hand and continues eating his sandwich.

- He snickers when you literally say “grr” as you’re biting him.

- He loves you. He loves you and all your quirks.

Sorry if this was too short but i hope you enjoyed nonetheless 🕺

[bamfkeeper]

Sweet Iced Tea.

RQ: 'Could I give you a penny for your thoughts on nightcrawler with a southern s/o. I’m from the deep south and He Is So Dear To Me. I just wanna feed him and make him go horseback riding with me.' - @leon-de-la-vega

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x GN!reader | Warnings: None

A/N: Half my family comes from the south, so I get this hard. Written as headcannons because this idea can be so versatile. Please ignore mistakes it's 4am ;; Dankeee

Kurt is very interested in your lifestyle. He grew up in a circus where the animals were kept in poor conditions and abused, so when he hears about you taking care of animals he is very intrigued.

He's a little nervous, not sure what to expect, but upon seeing your horses and how you treat them, he's pleasantly surprised.

"Mein Gott, they are so shiny," Kurt pets one of their manes, grinning at the horse.

He would adore horseback riding, he'd be a little skeptical at first. He'd be afraid to make the horse uncomfortable, or doing something wrong, but you promise him everything is fine and you both end up having a lovely ride.

There is a joke to be made here...

He helps with the animals if you need it, and he gladly lends a hand around the farm if you have one. Helping clean, feed the animals, collecting tools or following you around like a puppy to aid in anything you ask.

He'd love the food. He eagerly asks questions about the foods you eat. He loves corn and potatoes, since German meals are often hardy, it's not much different.

Brisket?? God he loves it. Sometimes he helps you cook too, but he mostly likes to watch while holding your hips.

You have a game where you hold up ingredients and he says their name in German. You try to repeat it, often mispronouncing, but he doesn't have the heart to correct you.

He tries on your hats and clothes, which are too big on him, but he's absolutely adorable in them.

He has a hard time learning the lingo.

You have to explain to him the terms since English isn't his first language anyway, and some terms in English confuse him. Now hearing Southern ones further makes it difficult for him to understand.

"Liebling...what does druthers mean? I cannot find it anywhere..." Kurt frowned, looking to you with confusion. "Und dog won't hunt? Dogs do not hunt, they eat inside? They are not wolves anymore."

His first time trying sweet iced tea, his eyes about bug out. Especially when you made it fresh. "Ach, das ist wunderbar!" Kurt practically downs the glass, looking expectantly for a refill.

He loves when you fuss over him. It can be over anything, a wound, what he's wearing for the weather, how much he's eating, etc. You fuss over him so lovingly, it's how you show your care and he is more than happy to sit and be the center of your attention.

Kurt gets used to the unique scents of your lifestyle too, and eventually he seeks out smells of your home and you to feel comforted when he's at the mansion.

You're kind and respectful as you were raised, and he is drawn in by your warmth and generous hospitality. You are so hard working and loyal, you never expect anything back for kindness.

You had so many traits he adored, and it only made him love you even more.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedbylight

Forgot which comic this image is from, please let me know! Other photos from pinterest.

[earthlybeam]

Elrond x Reader (You Like to Bite and Leave Marks) Nom nom on their skin 🤣

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Elrond Version below. (Thranduil and I added Gil-galad links to their too as quite lengthy) -Thranduil Gil-Galad

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

(Your Elrond Friend version)

His First Response to Your Affectionate Bites

✶ Confusion and Pondering At first, Elrond is taken aback when you bite him, even lightly. His ancient, calm demeanor remains, though his eyes flicker with surprise. He steps back, considering the action with a raised brow, as though contemplating its meaning. “What manner of affection is this, mellon (friend)?” His voice is soft, reflective, as he gently rubs the spot where you bit him. His confusion is tinged with an air of intrigue, not discomfort. He can tell this is a playful gesture, and he is uncertain whether to laugh or ask more about this new expression. “Your customs grow ever more… curious.” There’s a quiet amusement beneath his composed exterior, as he does not recoil, but rather seems fascinated by your choice of affection.

✶ Amusement and Gentle Curiosity After a moment’s contemplation, Elrond’s stern expression softens, and he looks at you with an almost imperceptible smile. “In my many years, I have encountered many forms of kindness and closeness, but this… this is new to me,” he remarks, his voice almost like a melodic whisper. His curiosity, now piqued, is matched by a playful glint in his eye. “Tell me, is this a custom that all of your kin partake in, or is it an expression unique to you?” The idea of being marked, even in this small way, by your affection is a concept he can understand but still finds charmingly peculiar.

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Elrond: Reader Who Likes to Bite and Leave Marks on His Skin

✶ Your Playful Behavior vs. His Dignity, A Subtle Tension of Composure Elrond is a being of great wisdom and restraint, qualities that he holds dear. So, when you bite him playfully, there’s an immediate shift in his composed demeanor. His posture remains upright and dignified, but his brow furrows slightly in confusion as he looks down at you. For a moment, he simply stands there, processing this unexpected gesture. “What manner of affection is this, mellon (friend)?” he asks, his tone even, though there’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes. Despite his confusion, there’s no trace of anger or disapproval—just a bemused curiosity. His lips curve upward in a barely perceptible smile, though his efforts to maintain composure are apparent. Even though he is trying to preserve his usual poise, the warmth in his gaze betrays that he cannot quite suppress the fondness he feels for you.

✶ Trying to Maintain Distance, Yet Amused Elrond takes a half-step back when you bite him again, his tall figure straightening, clearly aiming to re-establish a sense of distance. “Truly, you are an insufferable one, are you not?” he says, though his words are softened with affection. He might try to feign seriousness, but his eyes sparkle with mirth, and his lips tug upward into a smile that he can no longer contain. The more you persist in your playful antics, the more he finds himself losing the battle for composure. Though he may attempt to reassert his dignity, Elrond cannot help but be charmed by your boldness and the warmth that lingers behind your actions. In the end, he relents, giving you a brief, affectionate gaze that signals his affection, even if he remains ever the composed elf.

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When You Bite Him: Reactions, Sounds, and Movements

✶ When You Bite Him: Reactions, Sounds, and His Body's Response The moment you bite him, Elrond's first instinct is to freeze for a heartbeat, his dignified nature momentarily disrupted. His lips part slightly, and you can hear the faintest intake of breath as he processes the sensation. He might shift his weight slightly, his body not pulling away but subtly tensing, as though he's unsure how to respond to such a display of affection. A quiet, amused hum slips from his chest, almost imperceptible, as his hand instinctively moves to the spot where you marked him, fingers grazing the skin. "You truly enjoy this, don't you?" he says softly, his voice steady but with an edge of playful curiosity. His gaze is fixed on you, a glimmer of warmth in his eyes as he tries to hold onto his composure. He doesn't withdraw, but he does take a small step back to assess you more carefully, his chin tilting slightly as if to say, I must understand this peculiar habit of yours.

✶ His Body's Response, Subtle Yet Noteworthy Despite his best efforts to maintain control, Elrond's body betrays him. When you bite him, his posture stiffens for a moment, but then he relaxes, allowing himself to lean ever so slightly into the pressure of your bite. The tension in his shoulders eases, a soft exhale leaving his lips as his body settles into a quiet, accepting stillness. He doesn't pull away, but his hand moves to touch the mark you've left on his skin as though trying to gauge its intensity. His eyes soften, his lips curving upward into a fleeting smile that shows his enjoyment of your playful affection, even as he works to maintain his usual calm and collected nature. There's a faint warmth in his gaze— admiration for your boldness and tenderness for your affection. Though the bite might surprise him, the sensation soon becomes a quiet pleasure he begins to cherish.

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Does He Hide or Not to Hide: How He Reacts to Visible Bite Marks in Public

✶ As a dignified and revered figure, Elrond understands the significance of maintaining his composed and regal appearance in public. While he may deeply appreciate the affectionate marks you leave on him in private, he will not allow them to be visible when among others. He will make subtle adjustments to his attire—a high collar, an elegantly draped cloak, or a careful positioning of his sleeves—to ensure the marks remain concealed. Even though the marks are a sign of affection from you, they are personal, and Elrond is protective of their privacy. His focus on maintaining his grace in front of others is important, and he will make sure that these personal symbols remain between the two of you.

✶ A Quiet, Private Acknowledgment Though Elrond hides the marks in public, there’s an undeniable quiet pride in his demeanor when he feels them against his skin. When no one is watching, he may gently touch the mark underneath his clothing, feeling the subtle reminder of your affection. His exterior remains composed, yet there’s a small flicker of a smile when he thinks of the moments shared between you. The marks may be hidden from the world, but in his heart, they are cherished as a private bond, a silent acknowledgment of your closeness.

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Marking His Neck, Collarbone, Shoulder, Wrist, Elven Ear, and Other Areas

✶ Neck: When you bite Elrond's neck, his response is one of subtle surprise. Elrond's neck is a sensitive area for him, and the sensation causes a small, unexpected shudder through his body. He stiffens briefly before taking a deep breath to regain his composure. His voice, usually calm and controlled, catches for a moment, "Mellon-nîn, you are most bold." Despite the surprise, there's a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips, his gaze flickering with quiet amusement as he acknowledges the intimacy of your gesture. Though he won't pull away, he'll attempt to cover up the marks quickly afterward, as they are not meant to be seen by others.

✶ Collarbone: The collarbone area elicits a more contained response from Elrond. The bite here doesn't make him stiffen as much, but he will lower his chin slightly, his posture becoming more relaxed as he adjusts to the sensation. His eyes soften, and a brief, amused chuckle escapes him. "Such affection, mellon-nin. This spot... it is a delicate place for such markings." There's a sense of fondness in his tone, and although he keeps his composure, there's no mistaking the affection in his voice. He doesn't mind the mark here but still tries to keep it hidden, not wishing to break the illusion of his usual dignity in public.

✶ Shoulder: Elrond's shoulder is another sensitive area for him, but the reaction here is more controlled. When you bite him, he feels a brief tension shoot through his muscles, but then his shoulders relax as he breathes out. A slight smile tugs at his lips as he looks at you with fond exasperation. "You always surprise me, mellon-nin. But if you wish to mark me so..." His voice trails off, not entirely upset but rather intrigued by your boldness. He does not flinch away, but you notice the soft warmth in his gaze as he relishes in the personal nature of your affection.

✶ Wrist: Elrond's wrist is more vulnerable than most other areas of his body, and when you bite it, you feel the initial shock ripple through him. His breath catches as he lets out a soft, barely audible sound of surprise. His hand instinctively curls, fingers twitching in response to the bite. He looks at you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "A mark here?" he asks, his tone rich with curiosity, though there's no anger in his voice. He doesn't pull away, however, and his gaze softens as he admires the closeness of the moment.

✶ Elven Ear: Elrond's ears are one of the most sensitive and intimate parts of his body, and your bite here causes a sudden reaction that he cannot hide. His breath catches sharply, his body visibly tensing as he straightens, eyes narrowing in both surprise and pleasure. His voice, usually steady and composed, falters as he gasps, "Mellon-nin, you know the effect you have on me." His hand immediately reaches up, gently brushing your hair away from his ear as if trying to regain control. His body stills for a moment, his composure fraying, but there's an undeniable warmth in his eyes that tells you how deeply he feels the intimate mark.

✶ Other Areas (Inner Elbow, Ribcage, Thighs): Elrond's response to bites in more intimate areas, like the inner elbow or ribcage, is one of quiet surrender. He doesn't show discomfort, but you can feel the subtle tension in his body. His muscles tighten slightly, and his breath becomes a little more shallow as you mark these more private places. When you bite his thighs, he reacts with a soft, almost imperceptible moan, his composure slipping even further. "You know how sensitive I am, mellon-nin," he murmurs, his voice low, his tone almost pleading. He doesn't pull away, instead offering you a soft, unspoken invitation to continue.

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When He Notices a Mark Later How He Reacts to Finding Unseen Marks

✶ Elrond is a keen observer, so when he discovers a bite mark he didn’t notice before, his first reaction is subtle surprise. The discovery happens most often when he’s preparing for a meeting or tending to his duties, his hand brushing across his neck, wrist, or shoulder, and encountering the unfamiliar mark. His brow furrows ever so slightly, and he pauses to examine the bite in the reflection of a mirror, his gaze lingering on it for a moment before he softly exhales. A quiet, almost imperceptible smile appears on his lips, though he quickly smooths his expression back into calm neutrality. His thoughts run to you, the affectionate gesture that you’ve left, but he’ll likely attempt to conceal the mark, though not with any visible distress. His voice is calm when he next sees you: “It seems I have a new mark, mellon-nîn,” he says, glancing at you with a faint smile. “How did I not notice this before?” He speaks with a quiet amusement, but there’s a deep appreciation behind his words, a gentle acknowledgment that your marks are an intimate bond between you, even if they aren’t always visible to him at first.

✶ Covering the Mark: If the mark is in a location visible to others, Elrond will likely cover it with a scarf or adjust his cloak, though not with haste. It’s clear that he values his composure, but there’s no embarrassment in his actions. He’s used to the subtle intimacy you share, and while he may feel a moment of surprise, he doesn’t mind it entirely. There’s a quiet pride in knowing that you’ve marked him, even if it’s a reminder of a private moment.

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Gentle Bite: How He Reacts to Your Soft Teeth Against His Skin

✶ When you gently bite Elrond, your teeth grazing his skin with the lightest pressure, his response is subtle, yet telling. He doesn't pull away, but his posture stiffens for a brief moment, his sharp elven senses absorbing the sensation. His eyes flicker with mild surprise, and a soft breath escapes him, as if the tenderness of your touch caught him off guard. His usual calm and composed demeanor remains intact, though there's a slight warmth that spreads across his face, betraying a softness he doesn't always show. "| did not expect such tenderness from you, mellon-nin," he remarks with quiet amusement, his tone still controlled but edged with curiosity. He doesn't shy away but rather, allows you to continue, intrigued by the intimacy of the act.

✶ Light Amusement with Quiet Appreciation as Elrond may try to maintain his usual poise, but there's a flicker of warmth in his eyes that betrays his growing enjoyment. He may even lean in slightly, allowing you more access, silently inviting your continued attention. His lips curl into a small, affectionate smile, though he tries to keep his expression neutral. "Your bite may be gentle, but it speaks volumes, my friend," he muses, his voice soft and teasing. Despite his reserved nature, your soft bites seem to pull him into a moment of vulnerability, and he quietly appreciates the connection between you two, even if he doesn't outwardly express it much.

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Biting Him in the Heat of the Moment

✶ Biting Him in the Heat of the Moment - During an Argument: When you bite Elrond during an argument, the intensity of the moment catches him off guard. The bite isn’t harsh, but it is enough to stir something deep within him. His words falter for a moment, and his expression softens despite the tension between you two. His usual composure cracks just a little, and a flash of surprise passes through his eyes. The pain of the bite is brief, but the intimacy of it changes the energy in the room. “Is this how you win, my dear friend?” he asks, his voice a mix of annoyance and something else—perhaps admiration for your boldness. Though the argument remains unresolved for a moment, your bite does something to him, reminding him of the deep connection beneath the surface. He might step closer, not fully retreating from the conflict, but also not pulling away from you entirely. The tension between you both shifts, and there’s a pause in the argument, as if you both recognize the new dynamic your bite has created.

✶ Biting Him in Affection - Soft and Tender: In a moment of quiet affection, your gentle bite takes him by surprise, but this time, it is met with a softer reaction. Elrond’s eyes soften as you mark him with a playful, tender bite. He may even laugh quietly, shaking his head, but there’s an undeniable warmth in his gaze. “You are impossible, my friend,” he says, but there’s no sharpness to his tone. Instead, he relaxes into the intimacy of the moment, his composure easing, and a smile playing at the corner of his lips. It’s a brief moment, but one that pulls you both into an intimate space, and for a fleeting second, the weight of all responsibilities seems to vanish, leaving only the bond you share.

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When He Sees You Admiring Your Marks on His Skin

✶ When Elrond catches you admiring the marks you’ve left on his skin, his first reaction is one of quiet surprise, though he tries to mask it with his usual composed demeanor. He watches you for a moment, a slight furrow in his brow as he sees the soft, almost affectionate way you trace the marks with your eyes. There’s a flicker of something—perhaps pride, maybe a bit of discomfort—before he speaks. “You seem… pleased with yourself, my friend,” he says with a small smile, his voice laced with both amusement and a touch of curiosity. He doesn’t pull away, but he’s fully aware of how your gaze lingers on the marks. There’s a quiet warmth in his eyes, though, as he recognizes the intimacy in the act. He might even allow himself a moment of vulnerability, perhaps running his fingers over one of the marks and meeting your gaze. “You make your mark on me, and yet, I find I do not mind it,” he admits softly, his voice betraying an unspoken affection.

✶ Subtle, Reserved Acknowledgment Though he may not outwardly show it, Elrond feels an odd sense of pride when you admire the marks he bears from your touch. It’s an intimate thing, yet his reserved nature keeps him from fully acknowledging the depth of your bond in such a public manner. His eyes soften as he watches you, and for a fleeting moment, you can almost see a shift in his usually composed expression—like he’s allowing himself to fully feel the connection between you two. “A mark of affection, I presume?” he asks, raising an eyebrow, though his voice is warm and not mocking. He might not voice his emotions directly, but there’s a quiet contentment in his gaze, an unspoken acceptance of the bond you share.

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Biting Him During Moments of Stress

✶ When Elrond is stressed, especially in the midst of important matters, the pressure and responsibility weighing on him are palpable. His normally composed and stoic demeanor slips only slightly, the tension in his shoulders and jaw becoming more pronounced. If you choose to bite him in such a moment, your touch—though playful—serves as an unexpected relief. He freezes for a moment, the bite grounding him, and his breath hitches ever so slightly. There’s no retreat, no immediate pull away. Instead, his eyes meet yours, and there’s a fleeting softness behind his usual stern gaze. “You do know that I have far more dignified ways of dealing with stress, don’t you?” he says with a wry, but gentle, smile. Still, he doesn’t move away. Your bite, while a small interruption in his thoughts, brings a grounding sensation he can’t easily deny. His posture relaxes just a little, the tension easing in his body, and he may even lean toward you in silent acknowledgment of the comfort you’ve provided.

✶ Subtle Relief with Unspoken Gratitude In moments of stress, Elrond often feels the weight of countless responsibilities. But when you bite him gently, there’s something comforting in the intimacy of the act. He may close his eyes for a brief moment, letting out a slow breath, as if the world’s demands have momentarily melted away. Your bite, while small, offers him a rare form of solace—one that doesn’t demand anything from him but offers him the peace he so rarely finds. He might, for just a moment, let go of his worries, allowing himself the quiet pleasure of your touch. “You know how to take my mind off things,” he comments softly, his voice warm, though he doesn’t seek to draw attention to your connection. The mark left behind is a quiet symbol of the comfort you’ve provided, even if he doesn’t say it aloud.

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His ‘Punishments’ for Over-enthusiastic Biting

✶ Elrond, as your friend, tends to value both his space and dignity, and while he might find your enthusiasm in marking him amusing, he also has limits. If you bite too hard or become overly eager, leaving marks that are more intense than he’d prefer, Elrond’s correction is never harsh, but it’s always filled with a quiet, firm authority. His eyes narrow slightly, and there’s a subtle shift in his posture as he steps back, giving you a look that is both playful and warning. “Mellon, there is no need to leave such marks,” he says, though his tone is far from angry. “You’ve made your point.” His words are gentle but carry a weight of finality, his voice holding a note of playful reprimand. He may gently take your hand, leading you away from him with a teasing smile, and for a moment, you feel the soft reprimand in his actions rather than his words. He’s not truly upset, but you can tell that he expects a certain level of restraint in your actions.

✶ A Quiet Pause and Gentle Warning If the bite was particularly hard or unexpected, Elrond’s reaction is a brief, but effective pause in your interaction. He’ll gently take your chin in his hand, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. His expression is serious but not angry, the mark left on his skin serving as a quiet reminder of the need for balance in such playful gestures. “I enjoy your affection, but remember, there is a fine line between passion and discomfort,” he’ll say softly, though there’s no mistaking the gentle authority in his voice. The moment is fleeting, and the distance he creates isn’t much—just enough for him to let you know that while he appreciates your enthusiasm, some care is required. His hand lingers for a moment, and then he’ll soften, a knowing smile forming. “Perhaps you’ll let me mark you next time.”

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(Your Elrond Lover version)

His First Response to Your Affectionate Bites

✶ Surprise with Gentle Intrigue When you bite Elrond in a moment of intimacy, his reaction is a blend of surprise and curiosity. His typically calm, controlled demeanor falters for a split second, his eyes widening just enough for you to notice. He doesn’t pull away but rather tilts his head slightly, considering the action with great thought. “Meleth nín (my love), what is this gesture?” he asks in a low, thoughtful tone, his voice laced with wonder. There’s no anger in his gaze, just a quiet, intrigued contemplation of this new form of affection. As he processes it, a subtle smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and his hand slowly reaches to touch the spot where your bite marks him, as though savoring the feeling of your closeness.

✶ Amused Understanding and Appreciation As time passes and your affectionate bites continue, Elrond begins to embrace this unique form of love. He smiles softly, his voice gentle as he addresses you: “Ah, it seems you find joy in marking me in this way, melethril nín (my beloved). I confess, I am not accustomed to such acts, but I find I welcome them.” His tone carries no trace of discomfort; instead, it’s filled with admiration and understanding. He leans into your affection, allowing you to leave your mark on him, knowing that it is a bond between the two of you—intimate, personal, and deeply cherished. As he holds you close after, his fingers lightly trace the marks you’ve left on his skin, a silent acknowledgment of the unique way you express your love.

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Elrond: Reader Who Likes to Bite and Leave Marks on His Skin

✶ Your Playful Behavior vs. His Dignity, Barely Containing Desire As your lover, Elrond’s composed nature remains, but his response to your playful bites is far different. When you mark his skin with a gentle bite, his breath catches for a brief moment, and his usual dignified expression softens. “Melethril,” he murmurs, his voice a quiet mix of admiration and quiet longing. Though his posture remains graceful, his body leans into your touch in a way that he did not intend, betraying the desire that stirs beneath his calm exterior. His hands may move to gently touch your arms or your shoulders, as if encouraging you to continue. Despite his noble composure, there’s a soft vulnerability in his eyes, and a deep yearning that he doesn’t try to hide, even as he murmurs, “You test my patience in the most intriguing ways.” His body, ever the serene vessel of centuries of wisdom, betrays a desire for intimacy that he finds difficult to control.

✶ Eager to Let Go of Composure, Fully Embracing You When Elrond is more in tune with his feelings for you, his usual restraint slips away entirely. The bite to his skin no longer causes him to stiffen with surprise or discomfort. Instead, he finds himself responding more freely to you, his hands reaching out to pull you closer. “Melethril, you always know how to make me forget myself,” he whispers as his breath quickens, his voice a soft mix of affection and a trace of need. His hands rest on the small of your back, guiding you toward him, while his eyes close as his body leans into you, yearning for the intimacy that only you can offer. “I do not wish to keep my distance anymore,” he murmurs, his voice thick with the weight of emotion. Though he still retains an air of dignity, it’s clear now that his longing for you has overtaken all else, and the playful bites you leave on his skin become a cherished connection he is willing to fully embrace.

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When You Bite Him: Reactions, Sounds, and Movements

✶ When You Bite Him: Reactions, Sounds, and His Body's Response When you bite him as your lover, Elrond's body responds in ways that are much more revealing than before. At first, there's a sharp intake of breath, a soft gasp that escapes his lips in surprise. His usual composed demeanor cracks slightly as his posture straightens, and his hand instinctively seeks to touch where you've marked him. You can hear the faintest groan leave his throat—a sound that is equal parts surprise and appreciation. His body tilts toward you involuntarily, as if drawn to the connection you've created. "Melethril," he whispers, his voice low, filled with a quiet yearning. The sound is a mix of gentle frustration and desire, as though he's both surprised and intrigued by your boldness. There's a shift in the way he holds himself now; his chest rises and falls a little quicker as his heart beats faster with each gentle bite.

✶ His Body's Response, Full of Desire Elrond's body responds to the bite with much less restraint than he would like to admit. His initial reaction is one of stillness-his breath catches, and his gaze sharpens with a glimmer of something more than curiosity. But quickly, his composure melts away, and his hands find their way to you, either cupping your face or drawing you closer to him. His shoulders relax, his breath becoming more audible, deep and steady as his body leans into your touch. If you bite his neck or shoulder, he might let out a soft groan, his lips parting as he lets his usual stoicism slip away. His fingers gently grasp at your wrist, urging you closer, his body arching slightly to offer himself to you in a silent plea for more. "You make it impossible to keep my composure," he murmurs, his voice thick with affection and desire. His body no longer seeks to maintain distance, instead responding with the quiet but undeniable intimacy that speaks to the deep bond between you both. His skin is warm beneath your bite, and his entire being leans into the affection you offer, eager for more of your touch and the connection you share.

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Does He Hide or Not to Hide: How He Reacts to Visible Bite Marks in Public

✶ Covered, but More Comfortable with His Affection As your lover, Elrond still values the privacy of your shared moments and thus ensures that the marks you leave on him are hidden from public view. However, the difference now lies in the quiet confidence that he exudes. He may not be as meticulous in concealing them as he once was, and in moments when you’re alone, he may let the marks peek out slightly, a subtle sign that they belong to you. If someone happens to notice, Elrond will simply cover them with an easy, graceful gesture, giving the impression that these marks are something only for him to reveal. His affection for you runs deep, and the marks, though hidden, are a reminder of the trust and intimacy you share.

✶ A Flicker of Pride Despite keeping the marks covered in public, Elrond can’t help but feel a surge of pride whenever he sees or feels them. He understands that these marks are a reflection of your bond, something deeply personal between the two of you. When you’re alone, he may let you see them more openly, perhaps even letting you trace the marks with your fingers, as a silent acknowledgment of how far your relationship has come. His expression softens, and in those quiet moments, he might let you admire the marks, knowing that they are more than just marks—they are a sign of love, trust, and a connection that only you two share.

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Marking His Neck, Collarbone, Shoulder, Wrist, Elven Ear, and Other Areas

✶ Neck and Collarbone Response to Bites: When you bite Elrond's neck or collarbone, the tension in his body is palpable. His breath hitches, his pulse quickening as his throat vibrates with a soft sound of pleasure. He tilts his head back slightly, giving you greater access, his voice low and filled with quiet desire. "Meleth-nin," he murmurs, his voice thick with affection, "You leave your mark on me, and I wear it proudly." His hands gently grip your shoulders, pulling you closer as he surrenders to the sensation. There's an undeniable sense of intimacy in the moment, as if he is allowing you to claim him in the most personal way.

✶ Shoulder Response to Bites: Elrond's reaction to a bite on his shoulder is one of soft surrender. The bite elicits a small gasp from him, but he immediately relaxes into the sensation. His body leans toward you as if inviting more of your touch, his breath becoming more uneven as he draws you closer. "You claim me so easily, mellon-nin," he whispers, his voice almost playful but full of affection. His hand finds its way to the back of your neck, gently guiding you to continue marking him in this intimate way.

✶ Wrist Response to Bites: When you bite Elrond's wrist, the pleasure is subtle but intense. His breath hitches, his hand tightening involuntarily around you as you leave your mark. His gaze locks onto yours, eyes filled with a mix of surprise and something deeper. "You truly enjoy marking me, don't you?" he asks, his voice soft yet laden with desire. His lips curl into a small, appreciative smile as he leans into the sensation. Despite his usually composed nature, there's an openness to the affection you offer, and he welcomes it.

✶ Elven Ear Response to Bites: Elrond's ears are incredibly sensitive, and when you bite or nibble on them, his entire body reacts. He stiffens for a moment, his breath catching sharply as his knees buckle slightly. His hands immediately find their way to your face, pulling you closer as he murmurs your name in a low, strained voice. "Meleth-nin, you test my resolve," he breathes, his voice husky with desire. He can't help the soft shudder that runs through him, his entire being responding to the intimacy of your touch. His ear, usually so composed and dignified, betrays him in this moment, and he surrenders to the pleasure you offer.

✶ Other Areas (Inner Elbow, Ribcage, Thighs) Response to Bites: When you bite Elrond in more intimate spots, his response is even more intense. His body stiffens, then softens under your touch as his breath hitches in quiet gasps. His movements are fluid, but there's an underlying tension as if he's fighting the intensity of the pleasure. "Melethril," he whispers, his voice thick with desire, "You know how much you affect me." He can't help but pull you closer, giving himself to you fully, his body responding to your touch in a way that betrays his usually dignified composure. Each mark you leave on him brings him closer to the raw, unfiltered connection he shares with you.

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When He Notices a Mark Later How He Reacts to Finding Unseen Marks

✶ When Elrond finds a bite mark he didn’t realize was there, his response is more intimate and a little more playful. His fingers will linger over the mark with a soft touch, his expression softening as he remembers the moment you left it. There’s a look of recognition in his eyes, an understanding that it’s yours, a mark of affection he carries with him now. The discovery often happens in the quiet of his chambers when he’s undressing or in the midst of grooming. His hand drifts over his shoulder, neck, or another spot, and when he touches the mark, his body freezes for a moment, as though savoring the sensation. His lips curl into a small, private smile. “Ah, I had not noticed this one,” he murmurs to himself, a trace of amusement in his voice. He’ll gently trace over the mark with his fingers, his thoughts clearly turning to you and the intimate gesture. The fact that you’ve left your mark on him causes a flicker of warmth to rise in his chest.

✶ Playful and Possessive Reaction If you happen to be nearby when he notices, his reaction might carry an undertone of playful possessiveness. He will look at you with an unreadable expression before smirking. “So, you’ve marked me without me even realizing, have you?” His voice is low and laced with affection, and there’s a glint of desire in his eyes as he takes a step toward you. “I’m not sure whether to be pleased or… concerned,” he adds, the words teasing but with a deeper, more intimate meaning behind them. His hands will gently reach for you, pulling you close as if to ensure he knows exactly where you’ve left your mark.

✶ Admiring the Mark Elrond doesn’t rush to cover the mark if it’s not in a place that others will see. Instead, he might admire it in the quiet of your shared moments. He’ll turn the mark over in his mind, even if it’s a slight thing, as he marvels at your intimacy. “I bear your mark,” he says softly, his voice filled with quiet pride, as though the mark signifies the bond you share. It’s something deeply personal for him, and he’ll allow himself a moment to savor it before continuing his day.

✶ Covering the Mark If the mark is in a more visible place, Elrond may cover it—though his actions will be slow and deliberate, not out of embarrassment but out of a desire to maintain the privacy and sacredness of your bond. When he dresses, he might subtly adjust a collar or make sure a sleeve is positioned in a way that ensures the mark isn’t seen by others. There’s a quiet pride in this action, as he knows that the mark belongs to you, and he wants it to remain an intimate gesture only shared between the two of you.

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Gentle Bite: How He Reacts to Your Soft Teeth Against His Skin

✶ Shivers of Delight and Appreciation When you gently bite Elrond, the soft press of your teeth against his skin sends a shiver down his spine. His breath catches, and he freezes for just a moment, his body almost trembling at the intimacy of the gesture. The sensation is enough to elicit a deep sigh from him, and his usually controlled demeanor slips just enough to reveal his pleasure. "Meleth-nîn," he whispers, his voice low and rich with warmth, "You know how deeply you affect me." The gentleness of your bite strikes a chord within him, a reminder of the tenderness that lies beneath his dignified exterior. He leans into you, unable to hide the quiet appreciation in his gaze.

✶ Soft Breath and Quiet Affection Your gentle bite brings Elrond into a state of quiet contentment, his breath slowing as he absorbs the sensation. His body relaxes into the moment, and he may even close his eyes, savoring the intimacy between you. "You have a way of making me forget everything else, meleth," he murmurs, his voice thick with affection and desire. His usual sense of restraint slips, allowing the bond between you to deepen. He doesn't try to maintain his usual composure here; in this moment, all that matters is you, and he's fully present, letting the connection flow freely between you.

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Biting Him in the Heat of the Moment

✶ Biting Him in the Heat of the Moment - During an Argument: When you bite Elrond during an argument, it’s like a switch is flipped in him. His anger is momentarily forgotten, and his breath catches at the unexpected sensation. The sharpness of the bite isn’t lost on him, and he becomes hyper-aware of you in that instant. His usual calmness shatters, his eyes narrowing, but there’s something else in his gaze—a mixture of frustration, confusion, and a growing desire that he can’t quite suppress. “Meleth-nîn,” he murmurs, the edge in his voice softer now, “You know how to throw me off balance.” His hands find your shoulders, and though he might want to keep arguing, his body leans into yours. The bite has affected him on a deeper level than just physical pain—it’s as if the heat of the moment suddenly shifts the focus from words to something much more intense. You can feel the tension in his body change, the argument slipping away, replaced with an unspoken understanding that neither of you can deny.

✶ Biting Him in the Heat of Passion - Intimate and Deep: When the moment between you and Elrond is charged with passion, your bite becomes an extension of the raw energy between you two. As his lips meet yours, your teeth sink softly into his skin, and he reacts instantly, his body arching toward you, his breath quickening. His hands grip at your skin, pulling you closer as his pulse quickens in response. “I love it when you mark me like this,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. The bite is not just physical—it’s a silent promise, a deeper connection. He leans into the sensation, his control slipping entirely as he gives into the moment, a low groan escaping him when your bite sends a wave of heat through his body. His gaze softens as he pulls away just enough to look into your eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Never stop,” he murmurs, his voice a breathless plea as he pulls you back into the heated moment.

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When He Sees You Admiring Your Marks on His Skin

✶ Elrond’s reaction to seeing you admire the marks you’ve left on his skin is far more intimate. His initial reaction is a slow, appreciative smile, though there’s a slight flush to his cheeks that he doesn’t try to hide. His gaze softens, and there’s a tender, almost possessive look in his eyes. “Meleth-nîn,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with warmth. “You are quite pleased with yourself, aren’t you?” His tone is teasing, but there’s a clear, unspoken pride in it. The marks you’ve left on him become a symbol of your affection, and he doesn’t shy away from that. He might reach out, gently running his fingertips over one of the marks, his touch light but deliberate. “I am yours, then,” he says quietly, his words a mixture of affirmation and a subtle invitation. His body leans into yours, his hand lingering on your skin as he watches your expression. “They are a testament to our connection, aren’t they?” he adds, voice thick with emotion, acknowledging the deeper bond between you two.

✶ Soft Desire and Quiet Acceptance When you gaze at the marks you’ve left on him, Elrond’s heart swells with affection. His reaction is one of quiet desire, his breath quickening as your gaze lingers on his skin. He might give a small chuckle, a soft laugh escaping him. “I did not realize how much power such marks would hold,” he muses, though there’s a depth to his words that goes beyond teasing. His hand moves to rest gently on your back, his thumb tracing small circles, as if grounding both of you in the moment. “These marks are proof of your affection, and I… I cherish them,” he admits, his voice tinged with warmth. The deeper connection between you two is undeniable, and when he looks into your eyes, there’s a spark of something more—an understanding that these marks are more than just physical; they are a representation of something profound and shared between you two.

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Biting Him During Moments of Stress

✶ Biting Him During Moments of Stress: When Elrond is under stress, whether due to his duties or personal matters, he can become inwardly tense, even if he remains outwardly calm. His brow furrows slightly, and there’s a subtle but palpable shift in his energy. During such moments, when you bite him—whether in the heat of the moment or as a quiet act of support—he responds with a mixture of surprise and deep relief. He might let out a soft exhale, the tension in his shoulders dissipating slightly as your teeth press against his skin. “Meleth-nîn,” he murmurs, voice thick with a blend of exhaustion and gratitude. “You know how to bring me back to myself.” His body leans into you instinctively, the bite grounding him and drawing him out of his head. He doesn’t need to say it, but you can feel the relief in the way his posture softens and his breath steadies. The pressure of your teeth offers him a rare comfort, reminding him that he is not alone in his struggles.

✶ Deep Connection and Comfort In moments of intense stress, Elrond may retreat inward, trying to control his emotions and the weight of the world on his shoulders. But when you bite him, the act of tenderness and intimacy cuts through the noise. His breath hitches at the initial sensation, and for a moment, his body relaxes completely. It’s as if the weight of his responsibilities falls away in that instant. His hand finds your arm or back, pulling you closer as he exhales deeply. “I find peace in you, meleth,” he whispers, his voice heavy with emotion. The bite, in its soft intensity, brings him solace, a reminder that he is cherished beyond the weight of his duties. His eyes soften as he gazes at you, an unspoken appreciation filling the space between you. “Thank you,” he murmurs, the words simple but carrying the depth of his gratitude for your support in his moments of stress.

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His ‘Punishments’ for Over-enthusiastic Biting

✶ As your lover, Elrond’s corrections are far more intimate, and there’s a tender warning in his touch when you bite too hard or leave marks that are more forceful than he would like. While he enjoys your enthusiasm, he is far more sensitive than he lets on, and when you go a bit too far, his reaction shifts into a gentle, but firm, control. His eyes meet yours, and there’s a flicker of something teasing in them before he takes your wrist, pulling your hand away from his skin. “I do not mind your bites, but I prefer them to be more… measured,” he says, his voice low and filled with both affection and a quiet authority. He might then guide you to sit beside him, ensuring that you’re close enough for him to gently kiss the spot where you marked him, as if to remind you that affection can be just as intimate without the intensity of an overzealous bite.

✶ A Soft, Playful Reprimand If your bite has left a mark that has made him wince or caused him discomfort, Elrond’s response is always gentle yet effective. He may press a soft kiss to the area you bit, his thumb tracing the mark as if to soothe it, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that tells you he’s not angry, just reminding you to be careful. “I know you crave me, but I am not fragile,” he murmurs, his voice both affectionate and teasing. His hand gently cups your cheek, guiding you closer as his lips brush against yours in a soft kiss. “But you need to be careful with how you claim me. There is more to marking someone than leaving your teeth on their skin, meleth-nîn.” His words are not a true punishment, but a quiet reminder that he craves balance in your passion, one that respects both his need for affection and his limits. The playful reprimand lingers as he pulls you closer, his embrace warm and full of affection, showing you that, while your enthusiasm may need to be tempered, it’s always welcomed with love.

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[ixiot-ghostrebel]

HI saw your requests were open for sagau so i thought i'd drop on by

can i request creator reader with favourites, specifically alhaitham and diluc but you can add more if you'd like! just generally how the character would react to being favourited by the creator and how the creator treats them pls <33

have a good day and no stress if you don't like the idea, just a lil brain rot i've been having recently

lei <3

Hello, Lei Anon! I'll gladly do this request! It's been a while since I've done something like this too lol—I'm doing great as of right now. I hope you're having a good day as well :) I hope you like what I got!

Alhaitham & Diluc Getting Favoritism Privileges ✨

(Warning: Might be OOC!)

Diluc

When he heard rumors that he was being favored by the Almighty Creator, he denied it at first. It was just the drunkards in his tavern just talking and rambling. There wasn't anything that could be used as solid proof to back up their drunk claims.

If it wasn't for the fact that you strolled on in, saying, "Diluc, my favorite Main!" he probably would never have believed it.

With your attention consistently on him, Diluc is often praised for gaining Mondstadt the true blessing of the Almighty Creator. Diluc is constantly being given gifts that you find, bought, or crafted—be it a chair made of the finest wood, a fresh bouquet of freshly picked asters and cecilias, or a fresh pair set of clothes with the best quality of silk! Or, whenever you think your gifts aren't enough—mora.

"Your Grace...there is no need for any of this." Diluc doesn't know what to do with the amount of gifts you're giving him constantly. He doesn't even know where to place them in your manor. Adelinde and the other maids are even struggling to maintain the overflow of gifts you've been gifting.

And you, of course, don't think this is enough. "Diluc needs more love" is your motto now!

Alhaitham

Alhaitham's heard of the rumors about being favored by the Almighty Creator. Even Kaveh brought it up, drunk or not, about how Alhaitham was like the golden child of the Their Divine Grace.

Like the usual guy he is, he shrugs it off. Rumors cannot be taken as truth, but that does get him intrigued. Thus, he starts researching to see if these rumors were true, and if not, what parts of the rumor were true.

Turns out, the answer was rather easy to find—you just straight up walked up to him and handed a few books you thought he might find interesting for him. And by a few, I mean at least 50 books.

"Thank you, Your Grace. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be able to bring any of this home—" "I can help you bring it home!" "—nor do I have the space for it." "I can buy you a new shelf! No, actually, I'll build you your own private library!" "Oh? You're even more intriguing than I thought, Your Grace. Allow me to ask for your help and aid to carry these books home."

You would often buy him books, or give him more mora, or hell, even gift him any furniture or equipment he needed! Anything he needed, you would find a way to supply it to him, or just gift it to him in general, because why not!

Safe to say that Alhaitham took quiet amusement to Kaveh's flabbergasted expression and shock. And, ever the perfectionist he was, how Kaveh was fumbling on shelving the books in the new (big) library you built beside his house that only he (and Kaveh) could access.

Safe to say he is grateful for your favoritism.

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: Dang, is my mailbox exploding with brainrots from people LOL. I certainly wasn't expecting this! I do hope these posts are up to your liking :)

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MelVik AU: A More Radical Solution

~Main Pairing: MelVik (Mel X Viktor)~

~AU Type: Viktor becomes Councilor instead of Jayce~

~Trigger warnings: There is an ableist comment and overall classism and naturally some discriminatory implied comments regarding Viktor's Zuanite heritage (more or less racism/bias). Better safe than sorry but let me know if I should include other warnings and I will add them!~

~A/N: This is by and large more for fun since I'm a bit of a sucker for AUs and scenarios where Viktor gets selected instead of Jayce. Seeing everyone's takes are super interesting so I minus try my own spin on it. Which leads into the factor of this possibly being an interest check too. Idk, just enjoy! And I tried to make Mel as nuanced as possible since I don't want her to appear too sinister so hopefully I did her earlier S1 characterization justice. I like to imagine the scenario as kinda like a political drama or something. Just they feel an attraction and they have met previously but never thought much of it (Viktor was introduced through Heimer taking him to a meeting or gala with him as an assistant once or twice). That sorta deal. Anyhow, anyone interested at all in this becoming a full thing someday?~

"The gemstone is gone... Along with some of our research papers."

Viktor grips his cane tightly as he solemnly announces this to the Council, looking downward while Jayce tries to put on a brave face. Yet, both men knew that it's not exactly possible to do so when some of their life's work is gone... As such there is a small glimmer of sadness in both of their eyes.

Mel on the other hand, internally processes this as she tries to conjure an idea. Her glance at Viktor in particular didn't escape his full notice but he opts to ignore it as Marcus gives his report, "The situation is still developing. No one in the Undercity has claimed responsibility yet."

Heimerdinger looks down from the window sadly, "How did it come to this?"

Viktor, while sympathetic to his mentor, could have easily huffed at what the Sheriff is implying with that last sentence but again, he keeps quiet for now. Unfortunately, Marcus did seem to notice his annoyed expression despite his attempt to hide it, "Is there a problem sir?"

Jayce glares at the man, about ready to defend his partner but Viktor stops him, "No, no problem here Sheriff Marcus. It's just..."

"Just...?"

Mel raises an eyebrow, now intrigued as Viktor calmly stands up with his voice soft and even, "It's just that how do you know it was someone from the Undercity? What if it's somebody from Piltover or outside it?"

"Tch, like I was saying, the situation is still developing. So far, current findings point to the Undercity. If it ends up not being the case then your opinion will be put into consideration. For now, I would suggest you restrain yourself."

"I am though. I just feel that we're all jumping to conclusions."

Shoola is the first to speak up, "I must concur with Mr. Talis' science partner. We've lost touch. They may not be your, or even anyone here's, preferred constituents but they're still our people."

Mel notices Viktor's expression softening a bit in thanks, feeling a tinge of surprise but also furthers her interest. Though Hoskel seems to think otherwise as he continues to fiddle with his puzzle box, "Hmm... Still, for too long has the Underground been left unchecked."

Cassandra hums in thought, "But the Undercity cannot be controlled, not by us."

Salo joins in concern, not really for anyone but himself though, "So where does that leave us?"

Viktor and Jayce frown as Bolbok mutters for a second before getting their attention, "Mr. Talis?"

Jayce looks up but also feels mild annoyance at Viktor being ignored despite being the one currently standing, "With all due respect Councilor Bolbok, I would also like you to address my partner here as he does have a name along with being a founder of Hextech along with me."

"Calm down Jayce." Heimerdinger kindly tells him, "But I agree, Viktor here was also a valued student and assistant to me so I'd say he has the right to be asked as well."

Bolbok seems to react like he's annoyed which Mel isn't surprised by considering what she gathered regarding his stances. Still, a small part of her feels a small pang of sympathy towards the Zuanite scientist. An outsider like she was she supposes but that shouldn't be the main focus at the moment as the gears in her mind slowly start to turn.

"Very well, then my inquiry extends to the Zuanite. Could the trenchers build a weapon with the stolen crystal?"

Viktor gulps a bit, trying to ignore the insult towards him and his people as Hoskel adds, "Shimmer, body replacements... We've seen their ingenuity over the years, of course, they can. In fact look right in front of us, that boy is a strong example right here."

Viktor looks hurt at what he's saying, "Are you trying to imply that... That I-"

"No Viktor, we are not. Right gentlemen?"

Bolbok and Hoskel seem to quiet a bit at Heimerdinger's scolding tone.

"Right, right, apologies Professor. As for Councilor Bolbok's question..."

He looks down at Jayce with a nod which prompts him stand with him to speak, "If the right person got a hold of it, it's possible they could utilize its energy."

"Yes, it's more theory than fact but worse case-scenario... It may be possible. Even I will admit that some of my people might be willing to stoop to such levels for one reason or another. Whether it be out of desperation to survive or personal gain... I dare not think of the potential consequences."

The room was silent at the admission with Jayce placing a comforting hand on Viktor's shoulder. It gets broken by a concerned Cassandra, "We need to address this immediately."

"We agree Councilor Kiramman..." He trails off until Jayce gives him a comforting and encouraging look, "It was our responsibility to safeguard this technology... And we failed."

Heimerdinger looks back from the window, his expression kind.

"Our mistake cost people their lives... Which is against Hextech's primary goal and purpose: To improve and help this world and it's people."

This causes Mel to pause in her thinking, absorbing his words as he continues, "Which is why we've come before you to recommend that we suspend all Hextech operations until this situation is resolved. Including our laboratories, the refinery, and... "

Jayce finishes for him, "And the Hexgates."

In an instant, they all (except for Heimerdinger and Mel), express outrage at such a suggestion.

"Have you both lost your minds?!"

"The Hexgates must remain open. Piltover's status as a global shipping lane depends on it. Thousands would lose their income."

Both men look astonished at the lack of priorities as Viktor steps forward to the center with Jayce exclaiming, "But shouldn't the safety of Piltover be our first priority?"

"Jayce is correct. The way we see it, this is the best possible way to ensure safety until the culprit is found and tried for the crime. Yes, it is a huge risk and I am no stranger to such... But don't you all think this might be worth trying?"

And there she sees it, that spark she's been looking for. Sure she sensed it in Talis as well but his? That drive, compassion, and determination is precisely what she's been seeking. She just regretted not noticing it sooner during their earlier days.

"So you both would sacrifice your life's work?" Heimerdinger asked in a mixture of awe and pride at his former students.

Hoskel, however once again, responds indignantly, "Without the Hexgates, my goods cannot reach foreign markets till winter. Am I to tell the Noxians their next shipment of wine will be vinegar?"

Now has come the time to make her move, the pieces falling into place right where she wants them, "Councilors. It appears we are at an impasse..."

All attention is turned to her, completely silent. She and Viktor briefly make eye contact, the latter already sensing that something is brewing in her mind. While they've interacted once or twice, and most of it was in a professional setting, he does admire some of her wit and cunning. Her strong ability to adapt and improvise on the fly. Her beauty and voice so hypnotic and it can draw even the most stubborn people's attention. He feels that it's a shame that she seems to be wasting all this and her other potential talents on politics but he can't exactly protest or say much on the matter. It's her life, not his. His own voice wouldn't matter to someone like her anyhow...

...Or so he thought as she continues, "If we shut down the Hexgates, the city will suffer. But if we do nothing, we leave ourselves vulnerable to malefactors..."

"And more lives will be lost..." Viktor finishes solemnly.

"Precisely well put Viktor. Which leads to what I will suggest: Perhaps the time has come to explore a more..."

She once again looks at him and that when she fully noticed his eyes, not just the continued spark that's slowly igniting but also how the beautiful shade of gold could rival any form of riches here or even in Noxus. There's an endless shine, a sparkling idealism that still lingers despite his clearly failing health if his crutch is any indication. She will admit that she also regrets not seeing such a beauty until now. She quickly regains her focus, expression strong willed, "...Radical solution."

"What are you suggesting?"

Viktor notices a slight smile in her eyes despite her face showing otherwise as she responds, "Both Mr. Talis and his partner Viktor have demonstrated a strong commitment to our safety. They're willing to sacrifice their own enterprise and dream. And it seems to me that only they have the knowledge necessary to secure the Hexgates. Therefore I propose that a new chair be brought forth, and that Viktor be elevated to this august body."

A collective series of gasps fills the room, Jayce looking at Viktor with worry but then awe. Viktor himself is simply astonished, almost dropping his crutch in his shock, "W-What?"

"As a Councilor, he will have the resources necessary to protect all our investments."

Shoola calmly states, "Councilor Medarda, this is highly irregular. The Council has held seven seats for generations."

Salo hissed in disgust, "What's most irregular is her choice, a poor crippled Zuanite in the Council? This has got to be some kind of joke!"

Hoskel huffed, "I must concur with Salo, we'll be made a mockery of!"

While Bolbok lacks facial expressions, Viktor can pick up the condescension in his tone, "Does this Zuanite have any experience? If not at all?"

Mel's confidence doesn't falter, "Only that of a scientist. Like Heimerdinger whom may I remind you all that he's worked closely with."

Viktor shakes his head in disbelief, looking at Heimerdinger with an almost pleading look. Whether it be to talk her out of it or to plead his case he's not entirely sure as the Yordel thinks for a moment before sighing, "I believe Councilor Medarda is right. Hextech security should be administered by a scientist and I have full trust and faith in Viktor to make the right calls and decisions. He is a bright lad like Jayce after all. I second the motion."

Viktor makes a choked sound as Mel finishes with a smile, "Well then, shall we vote?"

And that's when it hits him as the vote becomes unanimous, it seems like he's now dragged into a game and Hextech will no doubt be at the center of it. He never imagined himself into politics, let alone a Councilor. But in this case, he minus make the most of the position to further improve lives. Especially for his home.

"Then it is settled, we shall announce Viktor's inclusion first thing tomorrow. And Viktor..."

He looks at her and he can't but notice a spark like she did with him, a bit of mischief but also something else he can't quite pinpoint. No matter what it is, he can definitely feel a slight gravitational pull from within her greenish-gold eyes.

"Welcome to the Council and congratulations for being the first Zuanite to join us."

He looks at Jayce who is giving him a look of excitement which makes him smile before turning back to her, walking closer until they're face-to-face, "Thank you for the honor, Councilor Medarda."

She was admittedly taken aback by the boldness but that just further proves she made the right choice, as she gives a cheeky smile, "Please, only in professional settings. Outside of it though, feel free to call me Mel."

Viktor doesn't falter, "Of course, how could I forget your name? My apologies... Mel."

Oh this will be interesting indeed...

[cookieshipshowdown]

my good pal manyminded sent this blog to me so i must submit my favourite polyship for review: Whatever this is (mysticsugar is there too i just made this before the es update) (cacao is sitting to the side, romance repulsed style)

i can define the colors of the lines but honestly its more fun without context

OMORI PFP !!! Anyways

This is so intriguing to me just on principle of timekeeper being here. I want to say grey is either dislike or intrigue and I'm not sure which is funnier. Red is love/crush probably, black is The Nightmare Polycule, green is friends-

Wait are these just the ovenbreak colors. Hang on.

THIS IS POSSIBLY FUNNIER IF IT'S THE OVENBREAK RELATIONSHIPS COLORS. WE BALL (Yellow is admiration, I don't think purple or black exist on the chart so uhhh. Idk about those)

Oh wait I think the purple are soulmates/soulsharing fuckery. Ok

Also if it IS the ovenbreak colors. The Ancients not trusting each other is possibly the best part about this. They're fucked up <3

Starting top right and moving to bottom left!!

Eternal Sugar and Pitaya bonding over their shared love for Hollyberry. My OT3 forever. Sugarberry other half, no surprise there, happy that Pitaya is included on the chart and everything. Such an interesting guy, my Pitaya <3

Admiration and tension between GC and Sugar is kinda par for the course? Like think about it. Stasis hell for all your subjects. Wings. Desperately holding on to the people you care about and not letting them leave you (dying in GC's case, getting out of the paradise in ES's case). I should do a character analysis of GC sometime. Maybe.

Rivalry between The Girlies. I think it's friendly rivalry, like they looooove competing in things. It's enrichment. Let them blow up a house and then rebuild it. They all take turns making dinner and burn down a kitchen at least thrice a week.

Holly holding admiration for WL guys. Guys. Admiring her for not running away and facing her problems head on. Lily admiring Holly for not giving up and continuing to be loud and laughing despite The Horrors. "I wish I could be like you"-type beat from both of them. They think that the other handle their problems so so well. I'm insane. No one listen to me.

Silent Salt and White Lily. The sheer. AUUUGH I have over them. They aren't even out. This is so far into AU territory but I'm so far gone. The knight and their lady. They need to make charm bracelets for each other this is very important to me

LILY AND VANILLA. GUYS EVERYONE SHUT UP I NEED TO YAP ABOUT PURELILY. No it's not "childhood friends to lovers" no it's not "I'll always come back for you" no it's not "Thank you for being there when no one else was" IT'S NOT !! Pure Vanilla falling in love with the idea of Lily, finding out that she never really was who he thought she was. I think that that's why the fandom mischaracterizes her so often!!!! Because quite a bit of our information about WL up until the silver kingdom update was THROUGH PV. And PV does not understand her to the extent he thinks or says he does!! She shares the dream of peace for Earthbread! Of happiness for all cookies!! Pure Vanilla saw this beautiful, smart, amazing cookie in the library and holds her up in a pedestal in his mind because that is Who Lily Is to him. When Dark Enchantress rises, that pedestal shatters. Because the person in front of him is not his friend, is not the White Lily in his mind -- the Lily in his mind would not stoop so low as to rip Earthbread apart (but he can't understand, doesn't understand, how this has always been a part of her; just one that has never been brought to the surface in such a potent way before) and he CANNOT reconcile the two in his mind. When Lily wakes up in the Silver Kingdom update. Can you IMAGINE how PV feels. Overjoyed. This cookie that he admires, this perfect cookie who he's known all his life, is still alive. Never mind that he doesn't know her favorite color, favorite food. Never mind that Lily seems more withdrawn. You would think that he goes to comfort her, but GINGERBRAVE STEPS IN. It's GingerBrave and co. that invite her to join in the festivities. PV only comes up once GingerBrave has started to make her feel better. Can you IMAGINE how Lily feels, disoriented and seeing her friend after 50-odd years. Conflicted. She knows what Dark Enchantress has been up to, to some extent. She doesn't fully disagree with the reasonings -- just with the methods done to achieve DE's goals. She was always a part of Lily. WHEN SHE SAYS "OUR PATHS DO NOT ALIGN" GUYS. THE VISCERAL REACTION (/pos) THAT WENT THROUGH ME. White Lily sees what PV refuses to; if PV cannot pull himself out of his head and see her, REALLY see her, than their relationship cannot continue. That's all there is to it. She isn't perfect, and he needs to learn that.

ANYWAYS. Yikes I yapped. Silent Salt and PV holding admiration I want to say is Salt having respect for him. This guy has managed the stress on his shoulders so well. Predictions for Salt's arc incoming btw !! I feel like they, as the Virtue of Solidarity, had so much pressure to keep people together, to be there as a rock of support for people to bring their worries to. Always the comforter, never the comforted. That's why I think SilentLily works so well. Mutual agreement of worth. White "Just your presence is enough for me" Lily Cookie and Silent "You are always going to be enough for me" Salt Cookie. They cannot believe that they are worth anything if they aren't helping someone, so they believe it for each other. But THAT'S why I think Salt corrupted -- the stress of all that and never being able to tell anyone was too much for them. (Again with the too much. Bashes fist on the ground.)

Rivalry between Salt and Smilk because they have some sort of something going on. I feel like they're the embodiment of "I suffer so much every day and for what. girlish whimsy" "girl you have something more sinister going on" <- that. that is them in a nutshell. Am i making ANY SENSE or have I lost the plot. The knight and their jester. They keep koi fish in a pond to stare at for hours while talking about everything and nothing. Smilk was the closest Salt got to feeling like someone cared about them before they corrupted but then, well. Smilk stopped coming to their weekly chats. The silence was so, so loud. And then the tree happened, and now they're trying to figure out where they stand with each other now.

Tension between Timekeeper and Salt is the funniest outcome. Timekeeper on this chart in general is HYSTERICAL. She's such a bitch I love her.

OKAY NIGHTMARE POLYCULE (BLACK LINES) TIME.

TIMEMILK. MY GUILTY PLEASURE RAREPAIR. They hate each other sooooooo much guys. The worst fucking dynamic on the planet -- two annoying bitches who never shut up <3 They THRIVE on violence and shenanigans. Anyone within a 5-mile radius WILL feel a deep sense of dread until they've been formally pranked by the two. They both go to the bar and wail about how much they hate GingerBrave and co. because "FUCK THAT STUPID CRUMBLY BALD-LOOKING BLUE EYES WEIRDASS FUCKER". And then they take a shot, grimace, and call for another. The alcohol doesn't taste good, and it takes unholy levels of it for either of them to get drunk, but it's more for the experience of yelling about all the people you can't stand than anything.

SDVN I already yapped about so I'll spare you all. This time.

The DE/WL/PV triangle is such a hot mess. SUUUUUCH a hot mess. The HOTTEST mess.

Pure Vanilla and Dark Enchantress is such an interesting concept based on the above rant about PureLily. Here, there ARE no pretenses. He sees her for what she is; someone who found out a horrible truth, couldn't stand it, and dealt with it in the only way she knew how. She's done awful things, and really, he shouldn't even be trying to forgive or redeem her, and yet. Here he is, doing the same thing he did with smilk. And on DE's side, she sees someone who is only now just starting to understand her, and it frustrates her to no end. Who is he to have the right to get to know her? How dare he try to claim that her vessel is someone so weak? He had his chance, and he fumbled it. But Lily asked her to try, so try she will. LilyEnchant. Do I have the capacity to keep this small, because I fear if I get started, this will just turn into "Loaf yaps about WL and DE and character foils" instead of "polls about cookie ships!!" (like this isn't already happening. denial is wonderful, everyone.) I'll keep it small because this post is already big as-is. They, more than anyone else, more than any Beast or Ancient, understand each other on a fundamental level that is nigh impossible to achieve. This is what Smilk wanted, with PV. With TR. That's why the admiration for DE is there. Lily is so incredibly sorry for all that DE has gone through. DE sees it as pity for the longest time, and Lily always says that it's never been pity, and never will be. She knows herself, and she knows that she could never pity DE. Eventually, DE recognizes the empathy, the compassion, the love and self-loathing in equal measure. They both blame themselves for various things, and they both empathize with the other. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," they whisper to themselves when they think the other doesn't notice. "I'll be better. For you," they promise. They ignore the thoughts of killing the other, of taking back the life they once shared, of becoming just one being; either Lily, or Enchantress. There's room enough for both of them, and that space grows more and more with every day, every improvement. It's self-love on the most literal level, and they are happy to continue along this path.

Anyways. Those are! My thoughts! :3

[sukuna-dees-nuts]

rizzless sukuna pt 3

FINALLY!! i've finished it. it's much longer than i planned but what're you gonna do?? lmao happy late late valentines day everyone! have a sukufushi date

@nessieartss you wanted me to tag you so here i am tagging you!

part 1 | part 2

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Sukuna hasn't been able to stop thinking about his date. 

Yes, it's only been about two hours since he and Megumi have set up their date, but that doesn't mean that Sukuna can't be excited. He's never had a date before (if that wasn’t obvious by the way he totally fucked up his pickup line). It’s a mystery why Megumi had even agreed.

After the initial excitement had worn off, Sukuna found himself wondering if Megumi only said yes out of pity, even if he had been amused by Sukuna's fuck-up. 

But as soon as the thoughts came, he pushed them away because since when does Sukuna think about the consequences of his actions? He should be thinking about what the hell they're gonna do for this date. 

Sukuna had half the mind to ask Maki what they should do, whether she had any suggestions about what Megumi might like, but then he remembered the “advice” she'd given him earlier and a scowl came to his face. Even if it had worked, he refused to send her a text. 

“Hey, Sukuna!” 

The older boy looks up at the sound of his name, seeing Yuuji making his way over with a grin on his face. He doesn't allow Sukuna to speak before he nudges his brother with an elbow. “We should go to that new Boba place! Gojo told me that the Mango flavor is amazing—”

“No—”

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Yuuji pulls away, looking affronted. “You don't wanna spend time with your favorite brother?” He gives Sukuna his best puppy eyes, sticking out his bottom lip for added effect. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes and pushes Yuuji's face away from him. “Well if you'd let me finish my damn sentence,” he grunts. “Not today, I have plans.”

Yuuji snorts. “Plans? Doing what? Throwing rocks at police cars?” 

“None of your business,” the older boy replies with a sniff, keeping his face impassive. Yuuji opens his mouth but Sukuna already knows what he's going to ask. “And no you cannot come with.”

“What? Why not?” He pouts once again. 

“Because.” That's all Sukuna says. He pulls out his phone and checks his messages. His heart does a stupid little flip when he sees Megumi's name on a notification, letting Sukuna know that he's reached the spot where they're supposed to meet up. Sukuna responds to let him know that he's on his way. 

Putting his phone back into his pocket, he reaches out and ruffles Yuuji's hair, earning an annoyed grunt from his brother. “See ya later.”

Sukuna turns on his heel and heads in the direction of where Megumi is waiting, missing the intrigued look on his brother's face. 

The closer he gets, the faster his heart starts to beat and Sukuna runs a hand through his hair. Briefly, he stops himself before he rounds the corner just dust himself off and shake out his hands as if it might get rid of the anxiety that he’s feeling. Once again, he pushes his hair back and takes a deep breath. 

Rounding the corner, the corner of his mouth lifts up when he sees Megumi waiting patiently, scrolling through his phone. He looks up at the sound of footsteps and he immediately pockets his phone when he sees that it’s Sukuna. A small smile comes to his face.

“Hey,” Sukuna greets.

Megumi replies with a “hey” of his own. 

Silence stretches out between them and if it were anyone else, Sukuna would be inclined to laugh at just how fucking awkward it is. He really didn’t think this through.

Megumi doesn’t seem to mind however and asks, “So, where are we going?”

“How about that new Boba place?” Sukuna suggests. 

“Sure. Better to go with you than be dragged along by Gojo. He was late to class this morning because he was getting a drink there.” Megumi shakes his head and Sukuna huffs. 

The two of them turn to begin walking in the direction of the Boba shop which Sukuna realizes that he has no idea where it is. Hopefully Megumi knows where they’re going. The older boy would hate to make himself look like an even bigger fool by getting them lost. 

As they walk, the two of them make small talk and Sukuna finds it easier to keep up a conversation with Megumi than anyone that isn’t Yuuji; he feels his anxiety melting away by the minute. There’s still something nagging at him in the back of his mind that Megumi is only humoring him, but Sukuna ignores it, as he does with most of his internal turmoils. 

When they arrive at the shop, Megumi and Sukuna reach for the door handle simultaneously, their fingers brushing. Both pull away instantly, eyes wide as they meet each other's gaze. There's a pink blush dusting over Megumi’s cheekbones and Sukuna's brain short circuits at how cute he looks. The thought alone makes Sukuna's ears burn and he clears his throat, forcing himself to look away. 

They both hesitate only to reach for the door at the same time, again, both retracting their hands before they can touch again. This time, Sukuna does chuckle at how ridiculous they're being, trying his best to ignore how fucking adorable Megumi is with his cheeks red (and ignore how his fingers are still tingling after he and Megumi barely touched). He grabs the door handle to yank it open much harder than necessary. 

He gestures for Megumi to enter first and Megumi nods, stepping around Sukuna quickly to enter the shop. Sukuna shakes his head at himself, pressing his hand to his chest, willing his heart to slow the fuck down. He's on a date, not running a fucking marathon! 

Stepping up next to Megumi, Sukuna looks over the menu, briefly considers asking Yuuji to recommend a flavor, but immediately brushes that thought aside. He would not hear the end of it considering he just turned his brother down to come here. Now Sukuna is on a date with his little brother's best friend at the shop that Yuuji wanted to come to.

Megumi and Sukuna step up to the counter, and as Megumi gives the person at the register his drink order, Sukuna is already pulling out his wallet and card before the other boy can even think about paying. The second the barista gives the total, Sukuna is tapping his card on the terminal screen. When he glances over, Megumi looks unimpressed. 

“Hey, I asked you out first,” Sukuna points out as they find a table to wait at. “It's common courtesy that I pay.”

“Then I suppose I'll have to pay for next time,” Megumi hums, a smirk playing on his lips. 

Sukuna feels his heart flutter in his chest and he internally scowls at himself for such a stupid reaction; what is he? Some little school girl? 

Grow up, Sukuna, he scoffs at himself mentally. 

He hates that the idea of a second date gets him so excited. 

“Bold of you to assume you'd wanna go out with me again,” Sukuna responds with a quirk of his lips. 

Megumi arches an eyebrow, leaning forward. He rests his arms on the table. “Why wouldn't I?” 

Sukuna drums his fingers on the table, holding Megumi’s gaze. “Well for starters, I'm an asshole.”

“Yeah,” Megumi nods. 

“I'm also Yuuji's older brother.”

Again, Megumi nods. “Correct.”

“Gojo doesn't like me. Or rather, I don't like him.”

Megumi snorts. “Gojo enjoys having you at the school. He just thinks you're fun to tease.”

Sukuna pauses momentarily. “He's a terrible influence on Yuuji,” he grumbles. 

This time, Megumi laughs, tucking his face into the collar of his school uniform. The sound makes Sukuna's chest grow warm and he wants to hear that sound again. Who knew such a pretty sounding laugh could come from Megumi Fushiguro?

“That is very true,” Megumi sighs once he's finished laughing. 

Sukuna gets to his feet when their names are called for their drinks, and he’s thankful for the out to give himself a moment to take in a deep breath, to regulate himself before going back to the table. He slides Megumi’s drink across the table and watches as the younger boy easily stabs his straw through the top of his drink and takes a sip. For a second, Sukuna is so transfixed on watching Megumi’s Adam’s apple bob that he doesn’t register the fact that he’s being spoken to. 

“Huh?”

Megumi huffs in amusement. “I was asking why you asked me on a date.”

“Oh,” Sukuna breathes. He blinks and rubs the back of his neck. With his free hand, he takes his straw and stabs it into his own drink so that he can take a sip, stalling for more time to try and give an answer that wouldn’t sound stupid. “I don’t know.”

Perfect. Great answer you fucking loser, Sukuna  tells himself. 

“I, uh, well—” He stutters over his words, making himself look like an even bigger fool. The biggest fool in the Goddamn world. He’s reminding himself of Yuuji at this exact moment. “I’ve been thinking about it and, uh, ah fuck.” Finally he gives up and leans back in his chair, rubbing his hands over his face. 

“I just wanted to and Maki told me to just do it,” Sukuna says, his words muffled by his palms. By now, the tips of his ears are red and he’s sure that his face is the same. Dropping his hands, he continues staring at the ceiling before looking back at his date. 

An amused smirk spreads over Megumi’s mouth and he snorts. “You asked Maki for advice?”

Sukuna takes a sip from his drink as his other hand runs through his hair (he needs to break this habit sooner than later). He scowls, more at himself than at Megumi as he says, “Listen, it’s not my proudest moment, but I’ve never done this before—”

“What?” Megumi gasps dramatically (or as dramatically as Megumi can be), interrupting Sukuna. “Date Man has never had a date before?”

“No,” Sukuna grunts, “and why do you keep calling me Date Man?”

Megumi simply shrugs in response. 

“If I'm Date man, that means you’re Raisin Boy,” the older boy decides with a firm nod. This earns an amused snort from Megumi who doesn't disagree. 

They go back to sitting in silence again, sipping their drinks. Thankfully, the other boy speaks up first.

“Are you as big of a movie buff as your brother?” Megumi asks.

Sukuna looks up. “Only by association,” he replies. “If he's not watching with his Junpei friend then he's forcing me to watch them.” A pause to take a sip of his drink. “Though, I do love a good horror movie; it's my favorite genre.” 

Perking up in his seat, Megumi leans forward a little. “What's your favorite horror movie?”

“'The Exorcist'. A classic.” Sukuna kisses his fingers. When his eyes land on Megumi again, the other boy has a look on his face that says he doesn't agree. Arching an eyebrow, Sukuna asks, “What?” 

Megumi gives a lame, one-shouldered shrug. “It's alright.”

Sukuna gapes at him, jaw dropping slightly and he blinks, shaking his head. “Alright? What do you mean ‘it's alright’?” 

“It's alright,” Megumi repeats while he mixes his drink. “I'll agree with you that it's a classic.”

There's a pause and Sukuna waits for him to continue, but he doesn't. Sukuna gestures for Megumi to continue. 

“I just think 'The Conjuring' is better.”

A loud laugh escapes from Sukuna's mouth and he claps a hand over his mouth. He clears his throat, glancing around to see if anyone noticed. Turning back to his date, he folds his arms and rests them on the table.

“You're just saying that,” Sukuna decides, eyeing Megumi over. “There's no way you think 'The Conjuring' is better.”

Megumi almost looks offended. “It is better. I prefer the first movie out of all of them, but I'm not too picky. Not to mention they're based on true stories and I'm a fan of nonfiction.”

“'The Exorcist' is based off of a true story,” Sukuna points out.

“Very loosely,” Megumi retorts. “Don't get me wrong, the actress who played the little girl—”

“Linda Blair—”

“—did a fantastic job, as did the actress who played her mother—”

“Ellen Burstyn,” Sukuna supplies helpfully.

Megumi smirks at him. “Not a big movie buff, huh?” he teases.

All Sukuna can do is shrug. “It's my favorite horror movie. I've done my research, alright?” 

Shaking his head, the other continues, “but with that being said, I think the plot of 'The Conjuring' is better. It's more suspenseful. Keeps you on your toes. Nothing terribly exciting happens in 'The Exorcist' until the last 20 minutes of the movie or so.” Seeing unimpressed look on Sukuna's face, Megumi asks, “When is the last time you saw 'The Conjuring'?”

Sukuna thinks for a moment. 

When is the last time he's seen that movie? Yuuji isn't much of a horror fan, and recently, Sukuna has been busy dealing with his stupid feelings and training that he had really watched any movies. 

“It's been a minute,” he finally says. 

The corner of Megumi’s mouth twitches up. “Maybe we should get together again and watch them back to back, you know, to see which one truly is better.”

The suggestion throws Sukuna through a loop and his brain stops thinking for a second. His heart skips a beat in his chest, his stomach twisting into knots and he wants to punch the table for getting so giddy. He can't stop the smile that comes to his face. 

“It's a date… Raisin Boy.”

[juicywritinghoard]

a few more prompts

This crime is going almost too well?

Can you play with my hair? 

Of all the people to body swap with. Of all the days. 

This is no time for cute cat pictures and heart emojis!!!

And ANOTHER THING. Zombies-

Hey. Honestly? [deep breath] [SCREAMS]

Nothing like yard sale drama and intrigue! 

I did not see your text. Actually I can't read. It's very sad. Sudden onset adult illiteracy is very real-

Do not put it in your mouth! 

I know I got in trouble for buying them a very cool toy last time, but hear me out. 

Bite me. You gotta.

I am not eating this raw, actually. Nope.

How long did it take you to make that for me? NO I am not crying 

You drive me insane. Obviously I would go to hell for you 

What does this button do? I gotta know

Sword fighting is even more charged than I expected and I was not prepared 

I know you grew up in a wet cardboard box all alone but I cannot believe you have not experienced this. I think we have to, right now,  immediately 

We both showed up alone to the couples cake decorating class, so obviously-

Oops! Run

It hurts, but it rules

After a bad day, what we really need is some chocolate and violence.

Meow? Are you kidding me? 

Oh don't even get me STARTED on monsters- 

Pick your battles. As in let go of some of them please I swear you cannot fight it all

You know that object from the thrift store we thought was haunted? Haha so guess what,

Good chances we all die. Counterpoint, everyone who lives gets ice cream with sprinkles, so gear up!

I think I pretty explicitly said not to get it on the carpet.

So your mic wasn't off,

Please dress up with me? Please please please?

It isn't my blood. Don't get it twisted 

Can we kiss behind the mini golf windmill one more time? 

Magic is real, it just looks fake. 

Quick! Propose to me! Also, what's your name? 

We have to get you a new super costume.

You're enchanting. You're resplendent. You're a little bit on fire,

I gotta be honest. I have no idea what's going on and I think I waited too long to say so. Sorry?

Why do they have cat ears? They're supposed to be DEAD

I have normal feelings about this. And regular opinions. And I'm vibrating a reasonable amount.

Help, help, I'm not supposed to be in this universe!! 

I will help you ruin your hair, obviously, but you have to tell me what's going on. 

You wore that to the funeral?? 

Baking is science. Wizardry is science. You know what isn't science? 

Tired, angry, and covered in spaghetti sauce, and here I am at your door. But I can explain?

Bear. Seriously 

gonna destroy you and end your legacy forever xoxo <3

Nothing could possibly make me laugh right now. Don't you dare start doing silly voices at me. 

You know what this giant fancy crystal is good for? Blunt force head trauma 

I know it's super dangerous but when your eyes glow like that I can't focus on the battle at all…

Life finds a way?

Fighting? No, no, we're having a great time arguing about this. 

[catfishofoldin99colours]

it's SO interesting seeing how different people react to the story of mouthwashing and how it unfolds, particularly the element of playing as curly and Jimmy

Having seen both gab smolders and jacksepticeye play it now, it's interesting seeing how differently they react to it all

Gab reacts to it similar to how she reacts to most pov horror games she plays, in that she takes the story in stride and the actions of the characters are accepted and interpreted through a lens of understanding that this is a horror story, and everyone is the worst version of themselves. What surprises her the most is just *how* intense the themes and suffering gets, such as the cannabalism and sheer vitriol Jimmy says to curly, but she's not surprised that Jimmy is awful at all. Even him being the main pov character for majority of the game play doesn't necessarily make any reveals about him (he got Anya pregnant, he was the one who crashed the ship) into a lesser being in her head, she's more intrigued by what they reveal about the story. That's not to say she thinks he's great at all, but any information doesn't take him down from a pedestal in her head because she never had one on him in the first place.

Given she loves horror stories and horror games and frequently talks about the horror books she reads, this makes sense. She's primed to come to a horror story knowing it's a tragedy and no one is good and accepts that immediately.

Jack, on the other hand, interprets the lenses of Jimmy as the inherent main character, and he is, but jack takes it as, 'he is the victim the story is happening to' rather than 'he is as much complacent and active in the horrors going on as the story wants to make him experience.' he gives Jimmy a normal voice when reading out his dialogue, and everyone else gets some kind of voice acting - a deviation from the norm, which is immediately Jimmy in his eyes. Even curly gets a rough scratchy voice and through that until jack sees his face, it can inferred jack sees him as the grizzled old man that Jimmy arguably is instead of curly (tho in the wake of most people seeing curly as nothing but a victim and incapable of causing any harm when he very much did, this is kind of refreshing to me).

It's only when Swansea is dead and Jimmy is REALLY descending into madness, that jack considers the idea that Jimmy may be the bad guy, and that in turn, he has been perpetuating many actions that have led to the horrible situation getting worse.

Interestingly, the puzzle - gab, who up until that point has been thoroughly horrified by everything that does happen and how graphic the game has been, seems to find a sort of dissociative comfort in making the pipes line up so curly can digest his own leg. Meanwhile jack cannot stop focusing on the horror of making curly digest his own leg to the point that he takes a while to figure out how the puzzle works to complete it, and eventually settles into a very uncomfortable silence as he makes it work.

It's two really interesting ways that this game has been interpreted and I kinda fucking love thinking about it.

[nightcoreandcaffeine]

Slide to the Right

Narrator has Create-A-Sim style sliders for his character model. Stanley makes some changes.

Accurate ASL grammar (or my best attempt its been a minute since ive had asl class)

“Stanley, let us dispense with the formalities of starting a run; I have something very interesting to show you and simply cannot wait!” I’m sure excitement is palpable in my voice as I speak to my protagonist. Oh how excited he shall be, I am sure!

I spawn the Adventure Line™ outside his office, too excited to narrate him along. Plus, he seemed to respect the Line™ as a no-deviations-allowed path. I would burst from my excitement if he weren’t to come straight to the surprise.

Thankfully he follows the line, and I finish setting up my surprise with a giddiness I hadn’t felt in years. Oh how marveled he would be!

Finally, he’s here! I set up within the room with the red and blue doors (so he couldn’t bring that bucket with him), and had decorated it to look more…appropriate for the situation. There was a catwalk of sorts in the center (repurposed from the bucket game because asset recycling is a perfectly good practice.) The lights are all dark, and there’s a chair at the front of the stage, where that yes/no panel usually is. Stanley follows the line obediently and sits down on the chair.

“Stanley, I am very proud to show you…me!”

I step onto the middle of the stage, then turn the lights on.

“I made myself a character model! With quite extensive features may I add. I can be customized quite thoroughly for whatever situation I may come across. Though I do believe I’ve knocked it out of the park with this initial design.”

I turn around to show him all the angles of my new model. I went into in-depth research as to what male humans most wish to look like to get an idea for how I should look. After all, I’m supposed to be perfect, am I not?

“What do you think Stanley? Please, feel no need to flatter me, I want your honesty.”

Stanley stood up from his chair to approach me. As he walked around the stage, I felt something like…uncertainty rising up? No no, I know it is perfect, he is just too in awe to say anything.

Finally, he is face to face with me again.

‘Glasses?’ He signed, and I honestly didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Glasses? Stanley, I am an omnipresent being, I do not need <i>glasses</i>.”

Stanley simply signed the word again, and I rolled my eyes. “Fine, I shall add glasses to my wardrobe.” And with a snap of my fingers, some generic glasses are perched on my nose.

This still doesn’t satisfy him, the gall of this man. “What?”

‘Square. Thick.’ Does Stanley seriously want me to wear <i>nerd</i> glasses? Well…he is my audience. I suppose his opinion matters. I snap my fingers and the glasses thicken and reshape. In addition, I spawn in sliders like a character customization screen. I suppose I could hear more of his opinions.

This seemed to be a good decision, because Stanley became intrigued with the sliders. His gaze is first caught by the age slider, and I’m not sure what to think of that.

“Are you intending to make me a child? Or mayhaps moments from my deathbed?” I get my answer when he slides the marker to the right, aging the body I’m in. He doesn’t go all the way over, thank god, but instead of a 30-year-old, the body is more that of a 50-year-old.

“What brought about this decision?”

Stanley looked at me for a minute, thinking I suppose, before finally signing. ‘Your voice old. Body wrong was. Now, better.’

I roll my eyes. Such a stupid reason. Sure my voice was based off an older gentleman’s, but that doesn’t mean my avatar must resemble that age bracket. I wait for Stanley to inevitably change more settings.

“Was my model not up to your standards?”

‘No.’ He harshly signs, which is frankly insulting. ‘Perfect, bad. Look wrong. Not you.’

That is interesting. Of course he doesn’t see me as perfect, does he? Well, he has been privy to some of my…ahem, outbursts. “I was simply making my body resemble that of what human men aspire to be. Is that so wrong?”

He does not deign me with an answer, rude, and instead heads to the physique bars. He moves the muscle mass bar all the way down.

“Really? I know you’ve only known me as a voice, but you cannot imagine I have any strength? Has my voice not portrayed my strength of personality?”

Stanley won’t even answer me, and moves the body mass bar over to the right. “Stanley you are making me look downright pudgy. Are you simply intending to mock me?”

Finally, he looks back at me. ‘You body strong-not. Old man fat. I think correct, that.’ He looks almost sheepish when he averts his gaze to finish signing. ‘I think…cute.’

“Cute? Oh Stanley, this won’t do. I am not meant to be ‘cute.’ The baby in the Art Ending is ‘cute.’ Even that damned bucket could be considered ‘cute’ to a cretin like you. I, however, am not to be ‘cute.’ Preposterous.”

Stanley refuses to elaborate on this cute nonsense, and instead finds the skin color changer. He has a fun time making me look positively like a disco ball, before I finally get fed up. “Stanley! I am to look human. Do not make me green like a pop-culture Martian.”

Finally he lets it rest on a deep brown. Maybe a better decision than my initial shade, which almost matched the walls of the office. Now I would stand out. I suppose that’s one change I’ll keep. “Anything else Stanley? Or are you almost done playing dolls?”

He waves me off, seriously when did he become so rude, and becomes occupied with the clothing options. Oh god, he will be here for positively forever, won’t he? I groan loudly, and rub the bridge of my nose. These stupid glasses feel so uncomfortable, why in the world did he force me to wear them?

I feel warmer all of a sudden, and see he’s given me a sweater vest. A <i>sweater vest</i>. “Stanley I do not approve of you making me look like some common professor.”

‘Sound same.’ He signs, before shrugging me off. Damn you Stanley. Now my wardrobe is a bright yellow tie, white dress shirt, and a khaki colored cardigan. Better than the sweater vest I suppose. The black slack are quite comfortable as well. The dress shoes will have to go though. They are quite uncomfortable. Although I suppose I could just turn off the feeling ther- wait, why am I letting him change my avatar so much?! Isn’t it supposed to reflect how I wish to look?

“Stanley, while I know I gave you the ability to change my avatar, you are going too far. It is still supposed to reflect how I wish to be represented.”

Stanley has the absolute gall to glare at me, as if I’ve said something unreasonable. ‘Can I change I? No. You make I. I choose-not.’

Well, I suppose he has a point there. I made him look however I wanted. Hell, I haven’t even given him a wardrobe of clothing options for when the plaid isn’t doing it for him. “Oh alright, I’ll let you finish, and maybe, I’ll choose this form on occasion.”

That’s all it takes for him to go back to working. Hair next, it seems. He sets the curl pattern to the absolute max, and the hair I had originally puffs out like a dandelion. “At least get it out of my eyes if you insist on me also wearing these glasses.” Thankfully he chooses some locs with a headband to keep them back. Bright yellow again, how could I have known.

“Now you have changed absolutely every aspect you can. Are you happy? Am I now how you always envisioned?”

While I was expecting some sarcastic quip, he signed a simple ‘yes.’ Ah…well, it would not be unreasonable to have multiple forms on the backburner. And maybe I should get Stanley a proper wardrobe. He might want something other than plaid.