#i want to see them get out and make a life for themselves. i want to see them live and thrive

[powderpuff-divines]

pick a pile: what makes people's hearts flutter around you

thank you so much for the love on the previous reading!! i was so happy to see that so many of you enjoyed it. i hope that this one resonates too. once again, it is a general reading. only take what applies, leave the rest and please forgive any grammatical or spelling errors xx

pile 1 ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

(judgement, ace of pentacles, queen of pentacles, page of pentacles, page of wands)

there's just something intimidating about you pile one (you may or may not have a resting b-face) but there's also something about you that makes people want to impress you. whatever way you express your dissatisfaction- whether it's the way you curl your lips in distaste or scrunch your eyebrows- it sets people on edge. it makes them nervous but also very eager to please you.

you could come from a well to do family, like a long line or surgeons, etc. (if not, that's the vibes you give) or even if it's not wealth, it feels like you come from a very reputed family.

but regardless of your family, you have built have a very good reputation for yourself amongst your peers. your work ethic is also very good- you put your head down and get to work, and even that makes people's hearts flutter sometimes. you elicit awe and admiration quite easily.

capable. that's the energy i'm getting from this pile. someone capable who wants to work hard, who wants money, who wants status, who wants recognition. majority of the people from this pile are the go-getters, the type to want to work in student body councils or win a lot of trophies (i'm getting more academic/corporate achievement than sporty though).

there's also another section of people who picked this pile who wouldn't necessarily call themselves hard-working, they'd prefer to call themselves lazy even but regardless of how you label yourself, you just breeze through your work anyway. in the eyes of others, it looks effortless. the people around you take one look at you and just know you're going to achieve great things with your career

regardless of all this admiration, i don't think you're friends with many people. there may only be a few in your inner circle. there's something about other people wanting to be a part of your personal life so bad. i'm seeing this image someone who randomly posts a Instagram story of them surfing and the people viewing it are so shocked ("pile two surfs? i never knew that about them. that's so cool!") they're intrigued by you and want to know you better but you don't let people that close easily. you might just have really strict work-life boundaries and are very particular about who in your life gets to see how much about you.

and because of who you are, what you've accomplished and how you carry yourself, your approval means something to the people around you, especially if it's something you don't dole out to just anyone.

your approval; that's what gets their heart fluttering-- a nod from you when they show you what they've done, a pat on the back, a smile on your lips as you give praise, even if it's off-handed, it gives them something to feel good about for the rest of the day.

pile 2 ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

(chariot, 8 of pentacles , ace of cups, seven of swords, ten of pentacles) (oh my god 😭 who are you peopleeee. i would not be surprised if multiple people were crushing on this pile.)

pile 2, you're popular and you definitely know it to some extent too. this pile is a bit similar to pile 1 in some ways but still vastly different you could have lot of admirers and people who want to get close to you and i do see you engaging with these people, because you do enjoy the attention (nothing wrong with that), but i also get the feeling you're very controlling and picky over your image and how you come off to people. even while trying to channel the messages for this pile, the energy feels a bit reserved and doesn't want to give me too much.

there's one particular thing you could be known for, some sort of craft you've worked hard at or you're really talented at. this could be something like dance or music but that's where most of your popularity comes from. you have a good network of friends and people who you can pass time with.

i'm ngl, lowkey getting some player energy from this pile but not necessarily in the bad way. it's just some of you are aware of effect you have, and you have fun teasing people, toying with them, making them blush. oh, pile 2 you like making people's hearts flutter, you do it on purpose. you like knowing that you have the power to make people flustered.

what makes people's heart flutter is the rush they get when your eyes meet, the flirtatious lilt in your voice, maybe a smirk on your lips as you tease them in a very nonchalant manner, when you say something and playfully tell them that it's a secret only the two of you will know, when you make them feel like they are the sole focus of your attention. heart are fluttering left and right because of you.

i don't know if this pile will resonate with a lot of people or if the things mentioned here are too specific, but bottom line is that there's a very flirtatious and seductive vibe to your energy. you guys might be bored the majority of the time but man, when you're interested in someone, you tease and play with them until you get a reaction. even if you're not like this currently, you have great potential at charming people my pile twos.

pile 3 ˚ . ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

( 6 of cups, the empress, nine of pentacles, eight of pentacles, temperance rev)

pile 3, are you really uncomfortable with being perceived by any chance? i had the most difficult time channeling the energy of the people who chose this pile out of all three piles. i think you keep to yourself for most of the time but there's also this adorable energy around you, like that of a cat that just puts its head down and sleeps whenever it gets the chance to.

you could not like attention and maybe most of your days, you put your head down and focus on getting through. that's not to say you have a sad life. maybe you're not where you want to be yet, but you do have hobbies, things you enjoy and to pass the time with.

there's something casually cool about you. i cannot say what it is exactly since it's different for each of the people who pick this pile, but something about the way someone gets their drink from the vending machine? for someone, it's the way they hop over a gate. you have these tiny particular habits and methods of doing things that catch some people's attention without even knowing it.

i think it's your affection that makes people's hearts flutter.

this is giving me the energy of that one type of male lead/character (i'm just talking about the vibe, this could apply to you regardless of your gender) in anime that slacks off all the time but will randomly say something observant or serious that will have your heart skipping a beat. it's very endearing, i feel like you're very laid-back but still very straightforward and blunt with your affection. you'll say something simple but it'll be so earnest and the most romantic thing ever in the moment; it would exactly the thing the other person would happen to need to hear.

and it's not even intentional for most of you, it just comes naturally.

AHHH pile 3s, i get the feeling most of you don't think very highly about your work or aren't very comfortable with yourself but you should know that you're inherently a very chill and cool person. you aren't nearly as embarrassing as you think you are. be proud of your existence please!! and take up more space!!!

what makes people's hearts flutter around you aren't big gestures or big speeches, but it's just simply you in the rawest form possible. maybe it's you holding a cold soda can to someone's cheek and murmuring something that was just on your mind; a silly joke, a comment about a look on their face. it's your nonchalant affection that arrives so silently yet reassuringly steady every time. it's the way you unknowingly make the weight of the world lighter for others, even if just for a second.

this pile gives me maomao vibes? i haven't seen ad yet, just clips and edits but the way she just puts her head down and dgaf about anything except posion/her own thing and she's just inherently endearing and people adore her??? that's your vibe pile 3!!! also this is the second time anime has been referenced, so maybe that's a sign for some of yall

i love how much you can customise your tumblr post but the gradient text is just too stressful for me to do more than twice in one post lol. do let me know which pile you picked and on how it resonated!! in all honesty, i'm a bit nervous about it since i feel like i went too specific so i hope it still resonates with people.

[seleneprince]

REBORN

Gotham Cathedral, Spring.

A majestic silence reigns around her, interrupted only by the occasional sound of the giant bell ringing above her.

She would like to think is because people have finally learnt to respect her space and stopped butting their noses into her bussiness.

But no. The truth is that the church is basically empty at this hour. The only other people are old ladies and some last-minute sinner in need of confession. It's quite normal in Gotham. We all become sinners eventually, she thinks. It's unavoidable.

The first days she started to come here for her prayer hours after her accident, people whispered non-stop when she passed by and could barely conceal their stares. Shocked to see her out of all people in a cathedral. A holy place.

"I didn't know Lady Wayne was so devoted."

"I don't think she's ever been in a church before."

"How...surprising of her to step so confidently into the Lord's holy place. She certainly lacks some self-awareness."

The sheer hypocrisy delights her as much as it infuriates her.

Because first of all, who are they to question her faith? Just because she doesn't make a show out of it doesn't mean it's up to debate. She's always been taught that one's faith is meant to be private and personal. It's not a reason to boast.

Which is why she's always looked down on those people who praise the Lord's name and present themselves as "true" Christians just for appearances or to give themselves a reason for their self-righteousness.

In reality, they're the ones completely devoid of any self-awareness.

"Either that or she just doesn't care about seeming direspectful. I mean, we all know the kind of woman she is."

"I heard she's not like that anymore. Apparently, she's changed a lot since the accident. Everyone says so. It's bizarre."

"Yeah. She's behaving surprisingly well lately. There hasn't been a scandal since."

"Maybe she hit her head so badly it reprogrammed her whole personality."

Idiots. If only they knew...

Well, guess she can't really fault them for not knowing. After all, there's no way they can even imagine the truth behind her change.

"Maybe that's not really her and we're just seeing someone else with her face."

"Sure. Or maybe she actually died on the accident and her body is currently possessed by an incredibly nice spirit."

They have no idea.

She raises her eyes to the cross in front of her, its figure looming over her head as if watching, where the image of the Lord was carved in a typical representation of the moment He died for humanity's sins.

The most remembered moment of His life. This is the first thing that pops into people's minds when they think of Him. Not all the good actions, not His endless kindness, His banter with the disciplines, His sense of humour, how He dedicated his life to help the poor and stood for what was right. Not even His beautiful relationship with His family. His mother, His father Joseph, even His siblings.

No. Instead, He'll be mostly remembered like this. In His death, with iron drilled into His body and bleeding out between two criminals. Sacrificing His life for sins that weren't His.

The Bible is full of passages depicting His humanity, His miracles, yet this moment is what will be forever His symbol.

Most people claim it's meant to be a reminder of how big His heart was. Of how He became a martyr.

To her, it's always felt more like a lesson.

That no matter how good you are and how much of yourself you give for others, you'll still get screwed over by those more powerful than you if they want to. That doing the right thing won't always be rewarded.

In the end, people value life the most when it's gone.

The thing about martyrs, she thinks, is that they have to die to be worshipped.

She makes one last prayer under her breath before standing up, sealing it with a kiss to the cross that dangles from her neck, putting back under her coat. She walks around the bench quietly as to not disturb the others and makes her way to the exit in the shadows.

Her phone vibrates again in her pocket. She pulls it out to see the several missed calls, messages, e-mails and the news.

On top of all, one name persists.

A name she wishes to never think of again.

Mr Wayne🙄

Where are you?

Seriously, where are you?

Don't you dare ignore me now.

You can't be serious.

I just found it laying on my desk this morning. Is this some sick joke of yours?

It better be.

I swear to God, where the fuck are you?? You can't just leave like this!

Those gossips don't know how close their little jokes are to the truth.

Because she didn't just change. She wasn't reprogrammed.

She catches her reflection in one of the windows. Her face, her hair, her body, even the way she moves. She still looks the same as before. Healthy and confident.

Except it's not her. Not really.

This body isn't hers. Just like the clothes. Just like the man pestering her on the phone. None of this belongs to her.

It's from that woman with her same name and face that died several weeks ago.

Mr Wayne 🙄

What do you mean with "divorce"??

Gotham City High School

They're still talking.

It's been several weeks but they haven't stopped. In fact, she'll say it's gotten worse.

Before, it was just whispers behind her back and poorly concealed side-eyes. Now, they've taken to brazenly stare at her like she's some exotic animal, even approaching her at times to ask about her health, only to step back when she answers with a gentle smile, their eyes reflecting something between horror and fascination.

She found it amusing at first. Their faces looked so stupid at time she had to supress her laugh a lot.

But it's getting annoying now.

Whenever she goes, whenever she looks, they're there. Muttering, blinking at her, trying to strike clumsy converstations as if she's some long-lost friend who finally returned. All while keeping their distance and staring at her unnervingly.

Sometimes, she feels like a desecrated creature on display.

A pair of girls stand straighter when she passes by, following her with their eyes wide open. She catches the magazine one of them is holding, reading the bold letters in the cover title.

"Wayne heiress's lavish purchases turned into secret charity donations? Follow Vicky Vale's interviews to witnesses for more!"

Of course. The media doesn't help the insanity.

(Good to know Vale is a monumental pain in the ass in every life)

She sighs, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder. It's flashy and clearly expensive. Something made to draw attention to the teenage girl who wears it...and subtitly brag about her money.

In another life, she wouldn't have ever come to school with this thing, not even her mum wouldn't allow it. But everything is different now, isn't it?

To be honest, she can't really hold it against these guys for acting the way they do. From their perspective, this must be some kind of fever dream.

She knows her current behaviour clashes greatly with what everyone else is used to from her.

"She's gone mad. There's no other explanation."

"I don't know. She seems to be the same, but nicer."

"Seriously? She's already made three teachers cry from arguing about the lessons with them. Poor Miss Terris was about to faint!"

Yeah, well, she's not going to stay quiet when people who are expected to educate and prepare them for the future teach their damn subjects wrong.

Plus, Miss Terris's lessons were poorly structured and boring anyway. It was for the best.

"Didn't she also disagreed with Mr Johns so badly that he took a whole day off in the middle of class?"

"Oh my god, yes. Luke told me about it. She questioned his thesis for the PhD and started scrutinizing each point like she was grading the damn thesis herself. Apparently, half the arguments didn't stand and it lacked solid references."

"I saw the poor man afterwards. He looked like he was rethinking his whole existence."

That guy should've thought better before writing his thesis on cybersecurity, the one field she’s studied, mastered, and dominated for years. Reading that thing hurt her eyes more than her correction hurt his feelings.

Next time, he won't ignore her questions and shame her in front of the whole class. A time off sounds perfect for self-reflection.

"How can someone like her know so much about cybersecurity anyway? Enough to criticise a professional about it?"

"It's weird. I mean, do you remember the last time she talked back to teachers?"

"No. She's never interrupted lessons, much less to call them out on it. And she's actually right most of the time! It makes no sense."

Because she was a spoiled little brat who lowered her head at the first sign of dissapointment from adults and ran off to her mother to fight the battles for her.

Now she's a spoiled brat with a backbone.

But she understands their confusion. They have every reason for it. Ever since her return, she's been a walking contradiction of everything they've seen and known from her. A mystery.

Really, she's only annoyed when they invade her space with their antics. If you're going to speculate and gossip, do it quietly when the person in question can't hear you. Otherwise you look stupid and attention-seeking.

Or even better: Keep your thoughts to yourselves and let people live, geez.

She wonders if this the kind of attention she would've liked, once upon a time. Maybe this is what that part of her craved so bad. Or maybe she was content either way. Bad attention is still attention and all of that.

From afar, she spots Stephanie staring at her, arms crossed and eyebrows pinched in suspicion. She's no doubt thinking the worst of her, expecting a tantrum at any moment or anything that exposes whatever "scheme" she must have in mind.

Anything to remind everyone how rotten the spoiled Wayne heiress is.

"Do you think...she lost her memories somehow and doesn't remember how to act?"

"Don't be stupid, Kevin. If she lost her memories, she wouldn't even know where she is. Nah, this girl is perfectly fine. Probably just faking for attention again."

She snorts quietly. She can't help it.

Their theories aren't so far fetched. Just lacking a little twist.

Because it's not that she lost her memories.

She actually gained more.

As they wonder about her true motives and the reasons behind her change, none of them can come close to the truth.

That the girl they know died. Literally. Several weeks ago, her heart stopped beating as she bled out in the ice.

And somehow, she came back....with her soul and conscience fused to someone else's.

Wayne Manor

She hasn't moved from the greenhouse in twenty minutes.

Or so she thinks. She hasn't checked the time once since she arrived.

Everyone else is out, doing whatever they usually do at this hour. School, work, send criminals to the ER. Only Alfred is still around the manor.

And herself.

She should be at school now too, but claimed sickness and refused to leave her room. Alfred was worried about her and tried to pry, but her mother and sister covered her. They understood.

How can they not?

It wasn't until she knew for sure it was only Alfred left that she gathered courage to step out, heading towards the one place that has always made her feel safe.

The manor's greenhouse.

A botanical dream come true that only rich people can afford, and her personal paradise. It's supposed to be one of the Wayne's prides, but no one is interested in caring for plants in this family anymore. Only she and Alfred.

Well, maybe Damian too, but he barely shows up since she frequents the place, sticking to his precious farm instead.

She prefers it this way. It allows her to have the place all for herself. It's her corner to hide in when the world becomes too much, the familiar scent of her beloved flowers soothing her like a lullaby just for her ears.

And right now, the world is a lot bigger and more devastating that it's ever been.

It's been days. Long, excruciating days of processing what happened, what it means. Assimilating how things are now. Trying to get through the new routine without crashing out, despite being all she wants to do since she woke up.

Mum jumped right into action as soon as she got a hold over their new situation, and her older sister handled it as she handles everything: Adapting and somehow finding a way to benefit from it.

She envies them for it. For being able to go on with their new lives almost normally while she's still stuck repeating the same scene in her head over and over. What she saw, what she felt.

That's why she needed to come here. Nature has never dissapointed her. She loves her plants and all the green that surrounds her in a explosion of beauty she's nurtured over the years. In times of sorrow, it's her passion what comforted her, along with her family.

When you learn about mother nature, you understand everything follows a pre-established cycle that pushes it all forward, regardless of whatever obstacles there might be. It's about balance within the chaos. No one can evade it.

It's reassuring, to know that no matter what happens, you can trust nature to always find a way to fulfill its rules.

It's a shame my favourite color in the world is the same as certain asshole's eyes. Such beauty wasted on that demon, she bitterly recalls.

She inhales, taking in the scent of wet grass and some freshly bloomed flowers. It's the middle of Spring, after all. The season of life and rebirth, when all that died in winter blooms back with the same beauty as before, as if they never withered in the first place.

Just like she did.

Like the three of them did.

How deliciously ironic that it happened in Spring out of all. Maybe this is really mother nature's work, once again finding a way to restore the balance.

Or maybe it's some wicked game from the universe to make our lives even harder, her inner voice supplies.

She has no idea.

All she knows is that she should be dead. In fact, she vividly remembers dying, exhaling her last breath. Right on cue, she feels a sharp sting from her inner wrists. She rubs the pained zone over the bandage she put on herself.

It's a reminder of the incredibly dark motive behind her new life. Her second chance, as Mum said it is.

The death she remembers happened a lifetime ago....but the pain on her wrists belongs to someone's else death.

This greenhouse has been her paradise in another life, and her grave in this one.

And still..

What a beautiful place to part from, she can't help but think.

All of it, without ever noticing the shadow watching her back, still and silent in a corner of her sacred place. Waiting. Guessing. Or just looking.

a/n: Prologue for my uncoming Yandere! Batfam reincarnation au...with possible other Yandere! DC characters and my other ocs included in it because why not lmao I've been reading too many reincarnation of villainesses webtoons recently, so, here we are now

@la-patrona-magdalena (la culpable de este au, the enabler)

Taglist (for those who showed interest in this au first, thank you for the comments!): @therealme13posts, @coldilikeit, @like-thechocolate

[vasito-de-leche]

B-Baby Saja dating hcs, please and thank you. I have no money, but I have my love and support!! 🥹👉👈

;KPOP DEMON HUNTERS BABY - Relationship Headcanons

Compilation of headcanons about Baby (Baby Saja) in a romantic relationship.

no problem anon, all we ask is for your heart and soul, nothing too big!

Okay, hear me out. I know it's common to portray maknaes as sweethearts, the cute ones that make you squeal with their adorable antics, but I really like the idea that the roles given to each of the Saja Boys are somewhat ironic--Jinu being the leader, the figure of someone you can rely on and that keeps things stable being actually a liar and selfish person only looking out for himself, Romance being all about love but being unable to truly accept nor commit to a relationship, etc etc. So when it comes to Baby, I like the idea that his cute antics are mostly an act.

He and Mystery are the most difficult members to approach in a romantic context, simply because they have no interest in anyone outside of the band.

The difference between them is that Mystery believes any connection he makes cannot be genuine for many, many reasons, while Baby just doesn't think anyone is interesting enough to let them stick around. He likes the superficial attention and compliments that he can get just by rapping and making cute faces, those are easily accessible! He dislikes the idea of anyone expecting something out of him, the pressure of living up to someone else's idea of him--the vibe I want to portray with Baby is that of someone who is too childish to realize that relationships are a two-way thing, who struggles to understand that some people are worth the effort.

I mentioned in my previous Saja Boys posts that the only way for most of them to be in a relationship right away is through a publicity stunt--being in a fake relationship with Baby takes a lot of patience, due to him going hot and cold, back and forth constantly. Sometimes he has fun pretending to be your boyfriend, sometimes he gets fed up with keeping up with the cutesy nicknames and ignores you for days on end. Sometimes he's blowing up your DMs, asking if he's done anything wrong, why are you ignoring him? Don't you want to hang out anymore? By the way, you still owe him money for that lunch date the other day.

Ideally, for Baby to start considering a relationship, he would first need to consider the idea of opening up to someone as a friend; I think that anyone looking to be close with Baby needs to be someone full of surprises, who can keep up with his moodiness and all of his whims.

There are a million fans who would love to spoil him rotten after all, he can get those any day. But someone who can keep him on his toes? Bite back with comebacks that leave him speechless? That's rare. That's new and fun. I do think that Baby gravitates towards people who are most similar to him, hence why he had no problem following Jinu--game recognizes game, both are people who live for themselves.

And once you have Baby's attention, it becomes easy to earn his approval. He likes you, so obviously you should get the same privileges as him!

He teaches you how to pull the perfect pouty face to get away with anything, how to cry on command and where the hottest hidden spots in town are, always making sure you get the best VIP treatment. Even if you're not into the life of luxury that idols live, he still insists that you keep him company, it's fine if you don't want to buy designer clothes or fun novelty trinkets for yourself, but you have to be there when he shows off his new outfits or this new drone he's bought.

And trust me, he WILL show off in front of all of your friends and family, Baby is the type of person who would LOVE to show up unprompted to a family dinner just so everyone at the table can gawk at the two of you because holy shit you're dating THE Baby Saja?

Movig on to their demon aspects, dating Abby involves slowly coming to see more of his animalistic and demonic impulses, all of the sides he cannot keep hidden because of how excited he is to be in a relationship--but with Baby, it's more like you're finally privy to all the things that happen behind the scenes, like you're in on the joke. His attitude doesn't change a lot, but it's like you're able to see him in a brand new light either way, understanding all the little details because he finally allowed you into his world.

I like to think that Baby's struggle as a demon, or the reason he became one in the first place, is related to how guarded and childish he seems to be--someone who was raised to be great, couldn't live up to those expectations and yet demanded the rewards either way because this is what he was raised for, this was what was promised to him. Why deny him everything now? Why force him on a path with no escape, only to toss him aside like that?

This is why it's harder for Baby to let anyone in, why he struggles with expectations and responsibility of any kind and why he becomes so fiercely overprotective and territorial of anyone that manages to slip into his heart.

When Baby falls in love, he unconsciously becomes extremely clingy with you; sometimes it's his casual cute maknae antics, sometimes it's giving the nastiest looks to anyone who distracts you from paying attention to him, sometimes it's whining into your arms about how you're leaving him alone too often, he wants your opinion on his next rap! Do you wanna hear it? It's a diss track on this guy you both hate! He genuinely doesn't notice he does this, more focused on finding ways and excuses to be with you.

Following his instincts as a demon but lacking the actual drive to get himself physically involved, Baby would have no issue pulling a few strings to somehow push anyone he deems annoying or a threat to your friendship and relationship with him out of the picture--in fact, I can see him fully believing he's doing you a favor by weeding out those who might be a bad influence on you. These people? They want to change you, to force you to do things you don't want! What the fuck is a 9 to 5 job, that sounds awful!

Whereas Abby becomes drunk in the positive feelings you inflict on him, focusing on how to make you happy because you make him happy, Baby focuses more on how to ensure you don't leave him, nor experience any of the things he's lived through. Depending on how close Jinu is with all the members, I can see Baby somewhat adapting the mentality that all demons deserve is to swallow in their own misery for all eternity, but it doesn't extend to you.

Moving on to less intense topics, it's pretty easy for fans to spot when he gets serious about you; he simply stops posting about you as often on his social media. All the cute pictures he takes of you or the two of you together are for his eyes only.

Once you two settle into the relationship, you can pretty much figure out what he wants or is going to say with just a single text. He sends "Hiiii ❤️✨" and you already know he's going to say that if he was a worm, you'd obviously love him but that he'd want you to also be a worm with him.

Another fun headcanon I have about Baby is that he's pretty much a brat and all, but he's not immune to you and basically folds super easily without even realizing--not when it comes to things he likes and dislikes, mind you, there's no one on this planet who can make him do anything he hates, but if you happen to mention your favorite color, then Baby will find himself wearing more of it without noticing. If you mention you like sweets, he just happens to bring up your favorite snack during interviews, as if that had been his favorite brand all along.

[msmimundo]

Ok I found this part interesting. Besides the whole Mini Kris getting out of the screen and threatening our Kris (also Kris getting... pale?? probably an animator error but worth mentioning still), Susie asks them if they enjoy it. Susie, who has been a symbol of freedom in Kris' caged life. We seemingly got two options given:

More than once we can differenciate our choices from Kris' by the way the others react, but this time it seems to be different. None of them Susie reacts as if Kris was screaming or confused or tried to hide the answer by coughing.

If you chose "Of course. Games are fun"

They sweat. Their head tilts down too, almost regretfully, still "pale". Even if their voice tone wasn't described, we can conclude this was not the option they would chose. It makes sense with the whole "they are forced in A Situation and is not enjoying this".Also its interesting that Berdly is brought up, not only bc weird route but also considering this chapter's secret boss(also Berdly a sweaty nerd confirmed)

Also despite this they joke with her. That's cute

If you chose "No" however

Susie disconnects the game. Susie, the symbol of freedom, kills Mini Kris. Whether she is saving them or not, well I can't really tell what deep meaning this could have. But she is stopping them from playing the game they clearly don't enjoy.

But there's a secret third option

YOU can attack Susie. And KRIS saves her.

This was specially interesting to me, cause if this is some kind of foreshadowing for future events, the way it's put is I think is Genious! Specially considering Just moments before, we were basically forced to kill Mini Susie and Mini Ralsei while Kris looked back at us. This is something Kris did for themselves, and we can tell by their expression, the way they grit their teeth and how violently they pulled her out of danger, even she was surprised by this. They do NOT want to see their friends injured, we knew that, and they are probably scared to the possibility of her exploding like Mini Susie did, but them coming out of their way to protect her AGAINST what we clearly intended, i find that so interesting.

The rest of the scene they don't let got, and at Susie's awkwardness their only reaction seems to be just, calling her a weirdo? Or maybe that's the conclusion Susie got herself after that awkward silence. Also notice how this part makes Susie open up a bit, get more vulnerable as the awkward weird teen she is, in contrast to the pillar she is usually put as.

So in a scene where Kris, a videogame character we as players are controlling, where they have to face Mini Kris, a videogame character we are making them control but that is set free out of it's world's boundaries:

-we make Kris say they love the game. Implied a lie, negative reaction. Berdly gets mentioned

-we make Kris say they don't love the game. Implied true? Susie frees Kris off the game they are forced into//kills Mini Kris

-we attack Susie. Kris saves her by their own, against our wishes. This leaves her a bit more vulnerable

I'm horrible at analisis but I think there's something worth to pick from here

[acmeangel]

I’ve had this in my drafts for about 5 months because I’ve been too afraid of stirring the pot if my takes are hot, but I also really just enjoy character analysis so… this is my opinion!

Levi would not be a rough, mean dom in bed, and he wouldn’t have a high sex drive.

(CW: sex, prostitution, trafficking, all the Levi childhood things)

To start, if we look at his childhood, his mother was a prostitute in the Underground. And he was the direct product of this. While it was never specified exactly how Kuchel died — just that she was sick — I'd wager that it was almost definitely from an untreated STD; and even if not, it was precisely her dire circumstances that would've prevented her from receiving adequate treatment for any other illness. This lifestyle killed his mother, and we can see how deeply her death impacted Levi through even the smallest behaviors in his adult life; in the way he treats life as valuable, how he looks out for the young teenagers who end up on his squad, even in the way he holds his teacups. Kuchel loved him, and she was a kind person, but it didn’t matter—the world was too cruel of a place.

In Bad Boy, we see young Levi being threatened with the prospect of being sold into the same life as his mother — one of the men says, "We should make him do the same job as his mother. He might have inherited her talents." That's not something he'd easily forget, and, unfortunately, would likely be an experience that shaped his perception of self-worth, what sex is, and how the world works. This is not to say anyone is defined or shaped by their traumas, but our childhoods are very often where many of all our behaviors lead back to.

I'd imagine that if this is the life he grew up with, it would make his viewpoint on sex that it's something harmful, cruel, and unforgiving; it's a transactional means to an end, something taken with brutality, not an act of care, love, and intimacy.

There likely wasn’t anything in his life in the Underground to shown him otherwise, and he was there for all of his key, formative years. Even aside from his own personal experiences, we know that prostitution and trafficking ran rampant in the Underground—Mikasa and her mother were intended to be sold into it.

His abandonment by Kenny (who he almost definitely thought was his father at the time), only would've compounded his negative views regarding self-worth and the dysfunction/unreliability of relationships that are supposed to be caring, comforting, and nurturing. It took him decades to find out who Kenny really was or why he was abandoned—that's plenty of time for these emotional scars to cement themselves deep within him, even if subconsciously.

He'd then go on to lose basically anyone he'd ever dared to care about from that point forward—from Furlan and Isabel to the original Levi Squad to almost the entire Scout Regiment to Erwin to Hange to Sasha and Eren. Because of all of that emotional turmoil and the loss of all of his relationships that had mattered to him (despite his best efforts to keep them), I don't think emotional or physical intimacy would come easily to him or be something that he'd go out of his way to find, because why risk it? Why take the chances of getting attached to someone if your life is full of loss?

For that reason, I don't think he'd seek out sex just for the pure physical release. I think that for sex to even interest him at all, there'd have to first be a level of emotional connection and trust. With the right person, I'd reckon that over time, he'd develop a desire/need for it—it feels good physically, he'd see that it does foster intimacy, it would likely soothe some of his emotional wounds, and he'd want to please his partner. It’s also not to say he’d be overly gentle or timid or meek; but there’s a difference between passion and being rough with someone to the point of harm.

I just don’t envision him being particularly rough or dominating about it. He's not a violent or aggressive person at heart—only by necessity and circumstance. Honestly, I think, to some degree, he likely struggles internally with the super-human physical strength and fighting skills he's inherited. In my mind, it's not a far stretch to think that Levi has viewed himself as more of a tool/weapon/killer than a person, and I don't see him wanting to bring that into sex (or a relationship at all for that matter).

Levi didn’t choose to be an Ackerman/fighter — it was a perfect storm of his bloodline, Kenny’s influence, and the survival instinct necessary to live in the Underground that turned him into one. But that doesn’t mean that it’s his true nature. (Yes, he can at times reach a breaking point and lash out because he’s human, and almost no one constantly acts in line with their true nature and morality when put into dangerous, pressurized situations.)

I feel that Levi would want to avoid being violent or aggressive in an intimate setting, toward someone he deeply cares for, at all costs. Underneath his stoic exterior, crudeness, and the hardened mask he's often had to wear, he's shown to be a deeply caring, protective, and empathetic person.

Not to mention, I could genuinely see him being wary of his own sheer strength and not wanting to hurt his partner in any way or potentially scare them off, which would lead to yet another loss/abandonment.

Again, none of this is to say that a person’s trauma has to define them or shape their actions, feelings, and behaviors; but Levi is a deeply empathetic person, and I don’t see him easily shaking off seeing his mother’s tragic life, being abandoned, the loss he’s experienced, and the violence he has committed. Sure, it’s possible that after he gets into a relationship, or feels truly comfortable enough with someone, he’d be more open to different types of sex and not be as wary, but he’s just not a violent person in my eyes.

But mostly… I think, after a life of fighting and violence and aggression, he’d be eager to leave that behind when he can.

He’s not a violent dog, he doesn’t know why he bites.

This is not to discount anyone’s versions of Levi that they write/enjoy in fics/smut, I don’t really care what other people do and this isn’t about that. I’d never tell anyone what to do in regards to that. At the end of the day, we are really all just having fun here and living out our little fantasies as our our collective favorite character (I mean, I mostly write fluff pieces, so it's really not all that serious…). This just happens to be my take on Levi, it doesn’t have to be anyone else’s by any means, and I think character analysis is interesting! Pls don’t come for me, I won’t come for you!

[ethosiab]

Anything slabtek? 👉👈 Would be super interested to see them from your sci-fi au!!

hi jammmm <3 you get 3 scifi au slabteks because i got really in the groove. and some related facts below so they're not completely contextless bc i want to ramble

(Img 1) theyre actually room-mates in the au because im a sucker for that lol. After etho had recovered from the injuries that erm. Made pause and Beef think he was dead, he stayed in a room provided by the foundation for a few weeks while he sorted himself out a little. That... wasn't working completely, he was kind of a mess since his memory was all fucked up and his entire support system had fallen from underneath him. Tango, who knew etho a little from some work they'd done together in the past, and who took over for ethos duties quite a bit while he was getting back on his feet, offered him a place in his apartment so etho would have a stable place to stay and not have the foundation on his back about finding a home all the time.

Etho only intended for it to be a short arrangement, he didnt know tango that well and he doesnt know all of what tango knows about him because he can't remember the past few months of his life. It just became easy, is all, because tango spends a lot of time away from home while on work trips, and needs someone to mind the house. So it became a little more permanent, and they settled into a routine with each other.

God knows they both have horrible self care when it comes to sleep schedules and overworking and forgetting to eat, so they tend to be able to keep each other accountable when they're both home.

Etho sleeps on tangos couch still, but its one of those ones that pulls out into a bed, so its really fine.

I don't know how long it takes Joel to figure out that these guys live together but its gotta be a slightly comically long time

(img 2) The Citadel is Tango's ship that he maintains, and while it's not technically his, he's worked for the company long enough and is such a good pilot/mechanic that he's kind of got that guarantee that he'll be the one flying and in charge of maintaining it on jobs

which also means he can get away with some modifications that he wouldn't otherwise be able to, given he's trusted. some of them are straight up illegal, some of them are simply in breach of contracts that state he's meant to get approval before making modifications

He doesn't intend to tell Etho about these at first (because duh step 1 to not getting caught is not telling anyone), but when he gives Etho a proper tour of the ship, Etho notices. Instead of telling tango off or accusing him of sabotaging the foundation, however, Etho's just mostly curious about the modifications themselves. I would consider this the stage at which their friendship really starts to blossom, where tangos been more vulnerable with etho as well.

(Img 3) closer to immediately pre-canon theyre very comfortable around each other :] its not just tangos apartment anymore, its their apartment, and its ethos home too.

Doesnt stop them from always making jokes about tango coming back from a trip to find the place upside down (etho probably has played a few pranks on him before where he'll shift around some of tangos carefully organised chaos and time how long it takes him to realise when he gets back)

So uh. Theyre room-mates. Housemates. Not solely friends, not labelled a QPR. And if you ask them if they're dating they'll both get really uncomfortable and ungracefully switch the topic <3

[puppygirlsnout]

1. Trans women are hurt by this too??? The article you listed literally talks about how this bill targets trans women in the first couple paragraphs. Iswtg yall don't read your own sources on here

2. Nobody is against transmasc specific language. There are objections to the term "transandrophobia" because it's a very obvious "but what meeeeee. What about men" response to transmisogyny. Also the idea of "androphobia" or hatred of masculine traits on a structural level is very antifemininst at its core. It's obvious of you think about it for five or so seconds.

3. A large portion of hate transfems receive comes as a source of their "rejection of masculinity" they are viewed as a stain on the male oppressor class by staining themselves with femininity. At the same time, we are also viewed as invaders of women's spaces, putting "the real wombyn" in danger by our "male presence" this is part of the "third, worse thing" that transfems are treated as, a very foundational part of transmisogny. I also can't tell you how showing it is that you state that this treatment is unique to transmascs while claiming to vy for "listening to others experiences." it's showing how despite the fact you claim to be open minded to others, while yelling right over transfems with no consideration for our experiences. It begs the question, are you telling us to listen, or are you telling a bunch of "whiny bitches" to sit down and shut up when the men are talking.

4. The dehumanizing I've seen towards transmascs comes from expression of feminene traits, not masculinity, or not matching to the identity they claim. This is, misogyny and transphobia intersected of course, but a transfem could just as easily suffer this. Tran women are often harassed for this too, often facing claims of being a "fake woman" whereas transmasculine people will be clocked as "actually a woman." You can see that, while transmascs are reduced to their assigned gender at birth, as is common with trans people, trans women are seen as this worse, third thing. In this way, transfems get the worst of both worlds, and a third of their own as well, making this dehumanizing and sexualization you claim to be transmasc unique, not so transmasc-exclusive after all.

I dont want to minimize your personal experiences, and I don't want to speak over you, so I'll keep this brief. but I would ask you to consider what your mother would have done if it was a "son" wearing a dress. Think about what your mother would've done if it was a "son" trying to be feminine. Because I don't think she would welcome that with open arms.

If you want to say transphobia on a stage is exclusive to transmascs, you are so out of touch that it's incredibly concerning. Do you know how often people like Matt rife of Dave chappele will just get up on stage and shit on transfems? Do you want to talk about how people will spew lies about us being crazed rapists who want to get into women's spaces for sexual assault? This point is perhaps the most telling of them all. This shows that you 1. Did not take transfems into account at any point writing this 2. Do not even listen to transfem experiences, while telling people to listen to yours. Can you make your misogyny any clearer?

Your claim that transmascs have been erased more than anyone else is just ridiculous. Once again you are blatantly ignoring transfem experiences. You have to consider, there is more then one kind of erasure. When someone who was a "crossdresser" (feminine) is shown in history, that is more often then not all they are. Unless if they are shown unfavorably, then, they are every awful thing you can think of, because they were a sick crossdressing mental case. When someone is overshadowed by this one aspect of their life, this one major thing, it is also erasure. Erasure of trans women as people. Erasure of trans women as anything more then some boogeyman, outside of man or woman, some third, monstrous thing. And transfem erasure is more than that. Most people have never heard of Compton cafeteria riot, the things that gave rise to it, or any other structure of transfeminine identity outside of the role of "weird and exotic sex object", and most don't even know that. So no, erasure is not some "transmasc-only" form of oppression. And claiming that it is is fucking disgusting, as with everything else you've said.

The idea that that transmascs are the only trans people who get sent to asylums, jails, etc. Is absolutely insane. This was done to "feminine men" too. They were lobotomized, raped, and abused, and when you say that transmascs are the main class that has been sent to mental institutions and prisons to fie, you spit on the Graves of countless numbers of my dead sisters. This is genuinely one of the most evil fucking takes ever. You were whining about erasure in the paragraph just before, but you've done nothing but yell over transfem voices in your entire response. This genuinely sickens me to my core. I don't even have words for how awful this is.

And for my tags, I'm sorry if I offended your sensibilities, but you've confirmed the exact thing I was trying to say. You're just telling transfems to shut up and listen to the men who know better. I genuinely hope you come around from your violent transmisogyny, but you will be blocked because of your horrid opinions and beliefs.

without fail, every single time, men just seem to forget that there are women experiencing all the same stuff they do with added misogyny. "well what if i don't pass as a man? i'm treated like an ugly woman!" what do you think happens to trans women who don't pass. real quick. hey what's that transandrophobia thing doing in your bio

[sapphicstrawcore]

ᰔ Mother Sevika!au: headcanons pt2 - angst, fluff

masterlist ᰔ pt1 , pt2

TW: This one hurts a little, and it’s a long one. Realized if I wanted it to be accurate I couldn’t make it entirely happy, it would be too easy and unfair to Sevika’s life

(just needed a pic of a zaunite kid to illustrate <3 )

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Sevika’s whole life was built on power and control—her way, her rules. So hearing “no” from her own toddler? That’s not just defiance—it’s this tiny, high-pitched rebellion that shakes her more than a bar fight ever could.

The first time it happens, it’s over something small.

“Okay, put your shoes on.”

“No.”

Just like that. Defiant. Eyebrows scrunched, arms crossed, pure toddler energy. And— oh, they actually know what ‘no’ means now. Shit.

Sevika freezes. Her jaw tightens automatically, that old instinct twitching in her gut—you don’t tell me no. Every fight, every insult, every drunk bastard in Zaun who ever tried her—she’s shut them all down with a single glare.

But this? This is her kid. Their tiny little face is red, their voice shaking just a little with that stubborn “no.” It’s not a threat. It’s a child trying to be someone.

So Sevika exhales, slow and quiet through her nose, and crouches. “You wanna do it your way?” she says calmly. “Then show me. I’ll wait.”

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Eventually, “no” becomes part of their daily rhythm. Sevika learns to live with it—laugh at it, even.

“Time for bed.”

“No!”

“Tough shit. You’re goin’ anyway.”

But there’s always that faint smile tugging at her mouth. Because her kid is strong. Loud. Unafraid.

Just like she hoped they’d be.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ She hates how hard it is. How much effort it takes to not raise her voice, not snap, not just pick them up and force it. But she doesn’t. Because deep down, she wants her kid to grow up strong—not scared.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Toddler mischiefs are a pain in the ass to handle for her. Crayons on the wall? Water spilled on her jacket? Sneaking food to the floor like she can’t see it?

Sevika stares, rubs her temples, and mutters, “I used to break jaws for less than this.”

But she doesn’t yell. Instead, she grabs a rag, hands it over, and says, “Clean it. You made the mess.”

Consequences, not anger. It’s hard, it sucks, but it’s what her kid needs—and she knows it.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ But her biggest struggle? Not being feared.

Sevika’s used to fear being power. Control. Respect. But with her kid? She wants them to respect her without being afraid. So when they cry after she raises her voice one time—just once—she feels sick.

It happens one night. The house is a mess. The kid’s running on pure chaos, climbing the couch like it’s a jungle gym. Sevika’s on her third attempt to get them to put on pajamas. There’s marker on the walls again. Her arm’s acting up. She’s running on two hours of sleep and half a coffee. She steps on a toy— and then she yells.

“You stop, RIGHT NOW.”

The words rip out of her like a whip crack—loud, sharp, furious. The room freezes. Her kid does too, eyes wide, mouth trembling, completely silent for the first time all day.

It’s a silence Sevika knows too well. The kind of silence that comes before fear.

And then, she sees it. In their tiny face. In the way they shrink just slightly, the way their lip wobbles like they’re not sure what happens next.

She scared them. She scared her baby.

Sevika doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Just stands there, frozen, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. And then?

She drops to her knees.

“Hey. Hey, look at me. I’m sorry.”

It’s quiet. Her voice—raspy, broken, barely holding together. “That wasn’t okay.”

She holds out her arms—not demanding, just offering. The kid hesitates. Then toddles forward and buries themselves in her chest.

Sevika wraps them up in both arms, mechanical and human alike. Holds them so tight they squeak. She’s not crying—she doesn’t do that—but her throat hurts. Her stomach turns.

Later that night, she holds them close, whispers into their hair: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” —The words are awkward, heavy in her mouth. But true.

She rocks them gently, back and forth. Back and forth. “I’m gonna keep trying, I promise.”

And that night, she sits in the dark after they’ve fallen asleep on her chest. She doesn’t move, she doesn’t even light her cigarette. Because for the first time, Sevika feels like she’s fighting something harder than any war:

Her own self.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Sevika has to learn to use her words.

Her kid’s getting older now. No longer tiny enough to carry around, no longer all giggles and clumsy hugs. They’re quiet sometimes—too quiet—and Sevika knows silence when she sees it. The kind that holds something.

They still come to her, still press into her side when they’re tired, still laugh when she growls playfully under her breath. But there’s a hint of a sadness sometimes. A distance she can’t put her finger on. And then one night, when they think she’s not listening, she hears it:

“She never says it back.” To a stuffed animal. Barely a whisper. Like a secret.

And Sevika’s stomach drops. And it hurts. It hurts more than any stab or punch she’d ever had.

Because it’s true.

She does love them. She’d die for them, kill for them, live for them. She shows it every day—in the way she cooks, protects, listens, shows up. But saying it?

Saying “I love you” feels like putting a knife in her throat and twisting. Not because she doesn’t mean it—but because no one ever said it to her when she grew up. Not when it mattered. Not when she was small and angry and scared.

And now her own kid feels unloved, because she can’t say three goddamn words.

So the first time she tries, it’s clumsy. Awkward. It’s ugly, even.

Her kid’s sitting on the floor, shoulders hunched after a bad day. Sevika stands behind them, arms crossed, chewing the inside of her cheek almost nervously.

“…I love you.” It comes out so flat, so forced, she winces.

Her kid turns around, eyes wide. “What?”

“I said it,” she mutters, suddenly hot in the face. “I meant it, alright?”

She doesn’t repeat it, not then. But the kid smiles. Like sunshine after rain. And that smile?

That kills her more than any fight ever could.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ So after that, she starts saying it more.

Still awkward. Still low-voiced. Sometimes under her breath.

“You did good today. Proud of you.”

“Go to bed, little shit. Love you.”

“I got you a new coat. You better wear it. …I love you.”

Every time, her heart races. Her throat tightens. But every time, her kid lights up—like the words mattered. Like they belonged.

Because they do.

And even if Sevika never got them as a kid, she refuses to let silence raise hers.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ After learning how to use her words, She doesn’t lose that stoic shell, especially not in public, especially not with people watching. But once she figures out that her affection means safety to her kid, not weakness—she stops hiding it from them around people. Even if the rest of the world doesn’t get to see her heart, her kid always will.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Her kid gets nervous around crowds.

Especially stiff ones. Pilties in suits, long speeches, formal pressure, council chambers where Sevika doesn’t look scary—she is scary. Where everyone speaks with too-perfect words and no one dares to raise a voice. Where they whisper about Sevika in the corners, like she can’t hear them.

Her kid clings to her leg before every meeting.

And Sevika doesn’t say a word. She just reaches down, grips under their arms—

— lifts them clean off the floor, flips them onto her shoulder, and keeps walking, straight-faced, mechanical arm steady as steel.

Everyone watches like she’s marching into war. She’s not. She’s just letting her kid hide in the safest place in the world.

“You good up there?”

Tiny nod against her neck.

“Alright. Don’t drool on my jacket.”

No smile. No softness on her face. Just total composure.

But her kid laughs—every damn time. The tension breaks like glass, and Sevika walks into the chamber taller than everyone, her child riding on her shoulder like a crowned menace. And no one dares to say shit.

In public, Sevika stays composed. Cool. Controlled. —Unless her kid needs her. Then she’s all in—no hesitation, no shame.

“C’mere.”

“You okay?”

“Take a break. Sit with me.”

She won’t flinch if people see her hold them. Not anymore. Because now she knows love doesn’t make her weaker.

Now, she can understand Silco and Vander.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ they’re not present at the core political events—but they’re nearby sometimes. Sevika brings them to Piltover on the days she has council work and they don’t have school, but keeps them tucked in a quieter room with trusted aides or staff. Not because she wants to hide them but because she wants to protect them.

And she knows the difference now.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ It’s a day like any other. Tense, pilties buzzing, documents being passed, council members speaking in clipped tones.

Sevika’s in the middle of reviewing a proposal—something dry, wrapped in red tape, but important. Her kid is just one floor below, in a side room with books, puzzles, and an aide she trusts. Close enough to keep them near. Far enough from the chaos.

Then— A thud. A shout. A cry.

It echoes faintly through the council floor, but Sevika hears it like a gunshot. The papers in her hand still. Her head lifts.

And then she’s gone.

She doesn’t say a word. Just pushes back her chair and moves. Not brutally, calm and steady, but her long legs are quick.

She finds her kid on the floor, tears streaking a scrunched-up little face, one knee scraped open from falling on the cold marble. The aide is already apologizing, but Sevika isn’t listening.

She drops to one knee, slow but focused, arms open.

“C’mere.”

The kid flings themself into her, still sobbing. And Sevika—Zaunite soldier, former enforcer killer, steel-armed threat in every council report—sits on the floor of a marble hallway in full council attire, holding her crying kid in her lap like nothing else exists.

Because in that moment? Nothing else does.

“You’re okay. I got you. I’m right here.” She whispers it, low and gentle, her voice a tether.

The aide tries to offer help. Sevika lifts a hand, and it meant ‘not now’. One of the councilors leans out of the chamber, confused. Sevika doesn’t look up.

Her kid is more important right now.

She rocks her kid slowly, smoothing sweaty hair back from their forehead. “I’m sorry you got scared. You’re not in trouble.”

Some councilors whisper that she’s become soft for a zaunite. Others see the steel in her spine as she walks out, her kid curled against her chest, and realize that she, too, cares for people she loves.

bow dividers: @/cursed-carmine

taglist: @lonerslug

Couldn’t add more dividers so i stop here ! part 3 is going to be real sad I’m afraid but I’ll make a few cute drabbles in between

I swear don’t listen to mitski while reading this it’s torture

[a99jazzybean]

HIIIII! I just binge read your date everything fics and I love them! May i ask for yet another Chance fic, where y/n is familiar with g&g and used to play with their friends from time to time - using his dice of course! And... y/n used to kiss the piece for the "lucky shot", doesn't matter if it worked or not. So now, with Skylars help, y/n can speak with him and even play a session or two and it is so much fun! But she is completely oblivious to the fact that he remembers every time y/ns lips touched his dice-y form and each time he silently yearns for her lips to touch him once again... The rest is up to you, lots of love!

I love this prompt so much! Thank you for the request!

With a Taste of Your Lips...

synop: You and Chance decide to play another session of G&G. Little do you know, a special tradition of yours has him feeling all sorts of hot and bothered. i.e. You discover Chance can feel when you kiss his die.

words: 4.7K

includes: chancexfem!reader, ttrpg playing, making out, fondling an object?, cumming untouched kinda, smut

a/n: I might make a part 2 to this one, thoughts? Also, its got smut. No minors!

“You feel yourself growing weaker. The spell the lich cast on you drains your life force. All of your comrades are downed. You are their final hope.” Your GM stares you down, brow raised. “What would you like to do?”

Looking around the table you see all of your friends' faces are grim. All eyes are on you. Taking a look at the battlemap before you, your eyes widened. 

“Past the cliff, it’s the Abysmal Pit, correct?” You asked the GM. 

“Correct.”

“And anyone who falls in is erased from existence, right?

“Correct.”

“No!” Sam shouted. “I know what you’re thinking. You can’t do it!”

You give her a solemn look, eyes filled with sadness. 

“I’m sorry.” You pick up your red D20. “But you can’t stop me. I’m going for a grapple on the lich, then I’m dragging him over the edge with me.” 

A chorus of gasps erupts from your party members. Some are getting teary-eyed. 

Two years of a campaign filled with adventure, friendship, romance, and tears. This is how it ends. Perhaps it was destined to be. 

“Make your roll.” Your GM feels tears prick in their own eyes. Not knowing whether they want you to succeed on this or not. 

As is tradition on major rolls, you bring your trusty die to your lips. Pecking it softly, you pray that this works. 

“Lucky shot,” you hear Sam say under their breath. 

Cupping the die in your hands, you give a good shake. Then you release it onto the table. Everyone in the room is holding their breath as it rolls. Finally, it stops. Natural 20. 

Normally, the table would erupt with cheers. This time, it wasn’t proper to celebrate. 

“Prim,” your GM took in a shaky breath as he spoke your character’s name. Trying to hold back tears. “You muster up the final dregs of strength within you. Pulling yourself up with a groan. Everything hurts, but your mind has been made up. Pushing through it all, you start to run. Taking one final look at your fallen teammates. This is the last time you will see them. Tell me how this ends.” Their voice wavered. 

“As I run toward the lich, I let out a final ‘goodbye’. I grab it around the waist, then throw both of us off of the ledge. No matter what it does I keep ahold of it. It’s coming with me.” Your own eyes fill with tears. 

“As you fall, the lich tries to get you off of it, but to no avail. For a brief moment you can see a flash of its past humanity. Fear filling its face as it realizes the one thing that it tried to run from has finally arrived. Death in the shape of a half-elf rogue who risked it all to defeat it.”

Chance sighed dreamily, remembering your great sacrifice. Seemed like you frequently played characters that laid their life on the line. No wonder he was absolutely smitten.

While you weren’t able to see his personified form at the moment, he was able to see you. Back hunched over as you typed on Mac. The computer feeling pretty good about themselves as you cranked out your latest self-insert fanfic. What else were you supposed to do when an AI took over your job? 

Chance wasn’t able to see what you were writing, but could see Mac occasionally blush and chuckle at the words you were typing onto them. 

“Care to share?” He asked the computer. 

Mac glanced over at him, then back to one of the screens in front of them. 

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. She’s kind of mortified that I’ve even read this stuff.” Mac turned back to read what you had just typed out, red blooming on their face. “Yeah, no. You don’t need to know about this.” 

Chance grumbled to himself. It didn’t feel fair that Mac got to see the sexiest innermost thoughts of yours. Actually, he was kind of jealous of many of your objects. Betty slept with you every night, witnessing the limited sexual exploits of yours. Johnny, he wouldn’t talk about it, too much of a gentleman. But the massage setting on his shower head? He might have alluded to activities you had accomplished with that. 

It was frustrating to say the least. Seeing how much better the other beings in the home got to know you intimately. All Chance wanted was a taste of that knowledge. 

He hoped you’d put your Dateviators back on again. Now that you had been able to see him, all he wanted was your attention. It didn’t help that you enthusiastically offered to play G&G with him. Only feeding into the ever-growing obsession with you. 

It didn’t start when you put those glasses on, no. It started when you came up with that damned tradition. Kissing the 20 side of his die body. You didn’t know, couldn’t know, really. But he felt it, every single time. It was special, something you only did when making a major roll. And you always picked him. Your “lucky shot” for your “lucky die”. 

The thing was, you hadn’t ended that tradition. When you began playing with Chance, you continued to make your lucky shots. Not realizing that although the personified version was sitting in front of you, Chance was still very much connected to the object he was. He would have you roll on something difficult, and as if it were instinct, you pressed your soft lips right on the20 side. Thankfully, Chance had been able to maintain his composure as you watched the die roll. However, it was beginning to become too much. 

Each press of your lips to the die had him falling for you harder and harder. 

With a sigh, you pushed away from your computer. Eyeing the die beside you with a smirk. Tapping on the desk, your gaze flitted over to your glasses. It had been a few hours since you had them on, couldn’t hurt to say hi to your office. And there might have been a specific object that held your affections.

“You know. I can feel you looking at me, right?” You teased the die before putting on the Dateviators. 

Chance’s face was ruddy when you looked at him, caught red handed. Rubbing his neck sheepishly, he gave you an apologetic look.

“What can I say? You’re nice to look at.” 

Now it was your turn to blush. The damned man always seemed to fluster you in such innocuous ways. Somehow always polite with his flirting. 

There were times he could be fairly forward, but he never pushed. It was sweet. 

Thinking about it, you could go for something sweet now. But nothing that was consumable. 

“Do you have a session prepped?” You asked.

Immediately, he perked up. A bright smile on his face complimented by an enthused flush. 

“Of course! Ever since you’ve come along, I’m like ten sessions ahead!” He leaned toward you, bouncing on his toes. 

“I’m glad that you’ve been so inspired. I love your stories.” You gave him a soft smile. 

His eyes widen, practically sparkling at your words.

“Y-you love my stories?” He held his hand to his heart, feeling the muscle pump faster at your compliment.

“Why do you think I want to play with you so often?” You pulled his die over with a finger, rolling it around. “I have a lot of fun with you.” 

“We could have more fun.” He raised a brow suggestively, looking over his glasses at you.

Red in the face, you waved him off with a giggle.

“Do you have time to play now?”

“I always have time for you.” 

You were sure you heard Timothy scoff somewhere in the distance. That was no matter though, for now you had the full attention of your favorite die. 

“Shall we play, then?” 

Chance nodded enthusiastically, then proceeded to get his GM station set up. When his screen and notes were all in place, he gave an approved nod. Looking up, he beamed at you again. Feeling his heart squeeze at the content smile on your face as you sat on the other end of the table from him. Oh how he wished to always keep you happy. He would play forever with you just to make sure that smile never fell from your lips. 

“Alright, where did we leave off?” He glanced over his notes.

“I managed to talk myself out of being eaten by a giant.” You had your own notes pulled out. 

Chance felt his heart swell again. You took notes! Oh, you truly were the perfect player. 

“That’s right! My charismatic girl!” He chuckled as your face grew red. 

He was glad that he managed to make you as flustered as you made him. Equal opportunity flirting to make the other squirm. Again, perfect. 

“You’ve gotten away from the giant, but you still have yet to find the gilded egg laying hen.” 

“Thankfully, you have quite the wise girl as well!” You let out a satisfied huff. “Can I make a perception check to see where the chicken is?” 

“You may.” He motioned for you to continue.

Shaking the die in your hands you urged it to roll well. 

“C’mon D20, show me what you’re made of!” 

You released the die, it clattered into your dice tray. After a moment of circling, it landed on a 16. 

“Nice! And that’s a plus four to my perception!” 

“Wonderful!” He cleared his throat, continuing his tale. “As you look around the foyer of the giant’s castle, you aren’t finding any indications of where a hen might be roosting. However, after a moment of hearing silence, there’s a new sound filtering down the hallway to the north.”

“What’s the sound?” You ask with a knowing smirk.

“It’s soft harp music, almost dreamlike.” 

After your previous character died valiantly saving a village from a dragon, Chance asked if you would mind experimenting with a fairytale themed game. Of course, you agreed, excited to see what he would come up with. While some of the quests you have been on so far were a bit predictable, he had many twists and turns added in. 

Like Cinderella’s slipper turning out to be a baby mimic. When you had managed to aid the prince in finding his lost love, the mimic revealed itself, chomping down on her foot. However, she didn’t scream. It turned out, Cinderella’s ballgown had already consumed her and was using her head and limbs to blend in. The fairy godmother revealed herself as a demon looking to collect on the souls of the kingdom. All she needed was the prince to disappear so she could take his place. 

It was a lovely twist that ended with a fairly hard battle. Thankfully the prince that accompanied you turned out to be part of the bloodline of very powerful sorcerers, so he was able to aid in the defeat of the fairy godmother. 

The prince tried asking for your hand in marriage, but you had other adventures to go on. Instead, you left with a hefty amount of gold. A token of appreciation for saving the kingdom. The engagement ring hidden amongst the coins didn’t go unnoticed, Chance giving you a cheeky wink when he mentioned it. 

You had noticed the man had been throwing romance options at you throughout each of the fairy tales. Many of them were love stories, sure, but it seemed like he really wanted you to get with someone. Little Red Riding Hood, growing smitten with you after you saved her from the belly of a wolf. A huntsman asking for your hand after you aided him in saving the kingdom from a corrupt king. Snow White practically begged you to marry her after you turned out to be her “true love's kiss”. He was laying it on pretty thick, so to speak.  

Truthfully, the reason why you never accepted was because you wanted Chance to stop hiding his affections behind characters in your game. The two of you had constant flirty banter, but it felt like he could only speak through innuendo when hinting at wanting anything more. While it was endearing, it was starting to become tiring. 

Though admittedly, you were a coward too. It would be hypocritical to judge the man considering you couldn’t muster up the courage to do anything either. Instead, you sat in a flirtatious purgatory. Something that could be viewed as a comfortable platonic relationship, but in reality had very, very heavy overtones of desire. 

Neither you or Chance could be subtle. There were times where you could feel the hunger in his eyes as he ran your game. Usually when you did something quite clever. 

That time when you answered his Latin riddle? The man was very glad he had baggy pants on. 

Then there was you. Easily bending to his dominating whims when he was GMing. Something about him having that kind of authority over you often had you clenching your thighs and squirming in your chair. And don’t even get started on the villain monologues. He pulled one of those out, you left the gaming table with your panties soaked. Giving Betty quite the show when you couldn’t get to sleep. 

Back to your current game, Chance asked for your next move.

“I follow the sound of the harp.”

“You feel almost entranced at the music. Your steps pulling you to the north hallway. After about an hour of walking (remember, this is a GIANT’S castle) you made it to the room the music was coming from. Peering inside, you see a giant sitting on a bed. She appears to be much shorter than the one you first encountered, but still clearly a giant. You can tell she is related to the other giant, both sporting the same nose shape. The giant girl is playing the harp, her fingers delicately plucking at the strings. You look across from her and see what you’ve been looking for. A hen nestled in a nest of straw. Its body swaying side to side with the music. Below it you see a peek of gold. What would you like to do?”

“I’m not going to try and hide.”

Chance looked at you with wide eyes, surprised at your blatant move.

“I handled the other giant with my words, I can easily do the same again.”

Oh, he loved your confidence. Your willingness to dive in despite the consequences. He just hoped that it wouldn’t end with your bones ground up to make bread. Quite the horrific way to depart this mortal realm.

“If you say so. You stride inside with confidence. Hyping yourself up from your previous encounter with a giant.” He rolled a die, giving a grimace. “The giant girl doesn’t appear to see you. She’s looking right at the hen, swaying side to side as she continues to play the harp.”

“I try to catch her attention by clearing my throat loudly.” 

“You clear your throat, and she stops playing. A sour look grows on her face as she looks for the source of the sound. Looking down, she finally spots you. Crossing her arms, she gives you a pout.”

“You know, it’s quite rude to interrupt a performance.” Chance put on the voice of a little girl, making you chuckle. “What’s so funny?”

“Chance, you know that wasn’t in-game.” You gave him a stern look. 

“I know, I’m just messin. Anyways… she looks at you, waiting for you to respond.”

“I apologize, your music is lovely.” 

“Then why did you interrupt me?”

“Well, I have some important matters to discuss.”

“Important matters? What’s important is that Bailey gets her proper rest.” Chance returns to his normal voice. “You follow her gaze to the hen in the nest.”

“Is Bailey your hen?” 

“Obviously!” The character voice returned. “And she won’t lay eggs unless I play for her.” 

“I see.” You ponder on that information for a moment, then ask. “Is the harp huge?”

“It’s giant, so is the hen.”

“Didn’t the asshole who hired me say he had been here before? Why send me up if there’s no way to bring the items down?” You huffed in frustration at the quest-giver.

“Who said there wasn’t a way to bring them down?” He clicked his tongue at you, admonishingly.

“Hmmm. I think I'll talk to the girl some more.” He motioned for you to continue. “I’m sure Bailey loves your music.”

“She does, she always lays an egg when I play! My daddy says I’m gettin just as good as my mama!” Chance goes back to narrating. “After she says that she goes quiet. Her eyes widening as if she’s just realized you were here. There’s a darkness in them that surprises you for a girl so young.”

“I don’t have a good feeling about this.” You bit your lip nervously.

“You’re a human. Humans aren’t allowed here!”

“Um, you’re dad let me go. At least I think it was your dad.” You give Chance a nervous glance.

“Roll on persuasion.”

Shaking the dice, you let it drop. Watching in fear as it lands on a three. Chance’s gaze grows dark.

“You only think you know? How can I know if you’re telling the truth?” Chance narrates again. “The giant girl stands up, towering high over you. A glare on her face as her eyes narrow. But you spot something odd, her eyes are watering.” The little girl voice is put back on. “All humans lie! I bet you’re no different!”

“I decide to stay quiet, letting her speak.” You say to Chance. Again, he’s surprised at your action.

“Your people killed my mom!” He switches back to normal. “You now see tears falling from her eyes. She’s going to reach for you.” He rolls a die, eyeing you expectantly. “Would you like to do anything to stop it?”

“No. I let her.” 

“A large hand grabs you with a crushing squeeze. You feel the air forced out of your body by the strong grip of her hand. She lifts you to her head.” He clears his throat, going back to the girl voice. “I should just eat you, show you how it feels.” He gives you another expectant look. “Are you going to try and do anything?”

“Nope. I’m gonna close my eyes and accept my fate.” 

Impressed, Chance sits back with his arms crossed. Pondering on what to do next. While you had managed to talk your way out of the last giant encounter, he thought you would at least try to fight your way out of this one. The giant child’s stat block was something that you could manage on your own. 

“Okay. I want you to roll persuasion, and I’ll be nice and give you advantage for what you’ve managed to do so far.”

Pumping your fist in the air, you reached for the die. This time, you brought the D20 to your lips, giving it a light peck. This was a roll that was gonna need it. 

“C’mon lucky shot, don’t let me down now.” 

The first roll landed on a 6. Again, you brought the die to your lips. The kiss to the dice slightly lingering, just for good luck. You shook it in your hand and released, crossing your fingers for a good roll. Slowly, it spun to land on a 20.

“Nat 20 babee! Let’s gooooo!” You stood up and cheered, your character saved.

Chance remained seated, face beet red. His breathing had become labored. For some reason, he couldn’t get himself to calm down. Maybe it was the fact that you had kissed the die in succession. Something he could feel burning through his body. 

Coming down from your high, you realized Chance hadn’t continued. Turning, you gave him a concerned look. Walking over, you eyed the state he was in. Face still extremely flushed. 

“Are you okay?” You leaned toward him, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“I-I’m fine. We can continue!” He rubbed his neck nervously.

“Are you sure? Your face is really red.”

“What did you expect after kissing me like that!” He clamped his hands over his mouth, face turning another shade darker. 

“What? I didn’t kiss…” You looked over to the die, feeling a heat crawl up your neck. “C-can you feel that?”

Hands still over his mouth, he nodded. You realized you had been performing your luck ritual the entire time you had been playing with Chance. He could feel it. Every. Single. Time. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You felt terrible, doing that to him without asking.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said softly.

“But then I kept making you uncomfortable! Kissing you without your consent, ugh. I’m so sorry, Chance.” You gave him a sad look that pierced his heart. That wasn’t what he meant at all!

“I never said I was uncomfortable.” He composed himself somewhat.

“Huh?” 

“I might have liked it…” He trailed quietly. 

“What was that?” You couldn’t make out what he said.

“I like it!” He blurted. “I really like it when you kiss me.” His face grew red again as he waited for your response.

“Y-you do?” 

He nodded sheepishly. 

“Yeah. It feels… nice. Really nice.” He bit his lip nervously. “You’re always so soft and sweet.” 

“Oh.” Your face was burning.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” He gave you an apologetic look. 

“Chance…” This time you were nervous.

“Yes?” 

You leaned down toward his face. Arms planted on the headrest of his chair.

“Can I actually kiss you?”

“I-I mean technically you are ‘actually’ kissing me…” He stuttered out, eyes flitting between your eyes and lips.

You gave him an unamused pout.

“You know what I mean. How’s about this? Can I give you a reciprocated kiss? One that you also participate in?”

“Yes. Please.” 

With that, you pressed your lips to his. Chance froze up at first, eyes wide at the fact that this was happening. Leaning into the kiss, his eyes fluttered shut. You let out a content sigh at the feel of his lips against yours. Soft and plush, perfectly meldable with your own. 

With your tongue, you teased at his bottom lip. Gladly, he slightly opened his mouth for your tongues to intertwine. A low groan left him as he tasted you. So fucking perfect.

The man pushed the chair away from the table, letting you sink onto his lap. Your hand trailed up his neck, fingers lightly scratching at his scalp. He moaned against you at the action. His own hands trailed over your body, mapping out your slopes and curves. Ultimately they landed on your ass, giving it a quick squeeze. You giggled against his lips, pulling away to get a good look at him.

Face still flushed with kiss bitten lips and blown out pupils. He stared up at you like you were a goddess that was granting him a blessing. That was sure how this encounter was feeling. Something that he had only dreamed of. 

“You’re so handsome.” You pressed kisses against his jaw and down his throat, making him shiver. 

“And you’re beautiful. So perfect.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. 

Leaning your forehead against his, you smiled. Then an idea came to you. Biting your lip, you wondered if the man beneath you would oblige to your whims. 

“Chance…”

“Hmm?”

“When I kiss your die, where do you feel it?”

“Oh, um, I guess on my face? Like a whisper against my cheeks and the corner of my lips.” He let out an awkward chuckle. 

You shifted off of him to grab the die, then returned to his lap. Holding the die in front of you, you looked over the numbers.

“So what would happen if I kissed the other numbers?” You asked, gaze hungry.

Oh, oh, this was hot. So fucking hot. Chance thought just kissing you was a dream come true. You wanting more from him? That was merely a fantasy.

“I suppose I would feel you kissing me on other parts of my body.” He answered. Truthfully, he had no idea what would happen. You only ever kissed the 20.

“So if I kiss the one.” You brought the dice to your lips, pecking the side.

Chance giggled at the feeling. Right on the bottom of his foot. 

“I take it that was your foot?”

He nodded, excited to see where this was going. Already feeling himself growing semi-hard in his pants as  he watched you in anticipation.

You pressed a kiss to the five, eyeing Chance’s response. He twitched under you with a whimper. 

“Where was that?”

“My left thigh.” 

Okay, so if five was the left thigh then… you pressed a kiss to the six.

“R-right thigh.” He groaned out. Having your lips on him like this was something else. 

It was probably a good thing you never kissed the other numbers. He was sure you would make him cum from just kissing him alone. 

“So if six is your other thigh then that must mean seven or eight is likely your-”

“What if we avoided that area?” He cut you off, a nervous sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

“Why’s that?” You leaned in, giving him a deep kiss.

“I-I just…” He couldn’t finish the sentence. 

“Chance, would me kissing the dice equivalent of your crotch make you cum?” Wow, just right out with it. 

“Y-yeah, yeah. It would. I’m gonna be honest. With the way that you’re already going at it, I’d probably cum just from you kissing me.” 

“Really?” You sat upright, eyes sparkling. 

He nodded, blushing furiously. 

“Could we try it?” You bit your lip. 

The thought of having the man fall apart just from you kissing him had you riled up. You could feel yourself growing wetter at the thought. Seeing him squirm from your kisses before coming undone. Oh, that was very appealing. 

“You want to?” He was surprised.

“Yeah, I do. Only if you want to.” 

“You don’t have to ask twice.” He wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. Your tongues tangled with each other as you moaned. 

Pulling away, you brought the dice back up to your face. Eyeing the numbers, you decided to go for the 19. You gave it a slow kiss, watching Chance as he shivered and moaned. The feeling reached a sweet spot on his neck that had him keening. He was pretty sure he was addicted to your lips now. 

You continued to press kisses to various numbers. Loving every whimper and moan you managed to get out of the man. Occasionally you would lean back in to give him a proper kiss on the lips, only to return to tease him with the die. 

Chance could tell you were avoiding the seven and eight. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore. 

“P-please.” He groaned through gritted teeth as he felt your lips on his chest. “I need you…”

“Need me to what?” You teased with a smirk.

“Kiss the seven and eight. Please.” He begged, squirming beneath you.

“Hmm. Good boy.” Oh fuck. That had his dick throbbing. 

Slowly, you brought the die to your lips. You pecked all over it, then finally pressed a kiss to the seven. Chance cried out at the feeling. Your lips right where he needed them. Feeling them press against his throbbing length. He was sure the next one would be the last he needed. You gave another slow kiss to the eight. It was his undoing. Cock twitching in his pants, releasing a sticky load into his boxers. His hands gripped at your hips as he rutted against the feeling of your lips. 

“Oh f-fuck.” He stuttered out. 

You pressed your lips to his, then kissed all over his face. The man melting into your affection. 

“How was that?” You asked softly.

“Amazing. Perfect. Wonderful. Perfect. Did I mention perfect?” He chuckled.

“I’m glad I could give you that.” You picked up the die again, giving it a peck on the 20. 

“Guess I’ll be keeping my lucky shot tradition for our other games.” You gave him a sweet smile. 

“Oh sweetheart,” Chance pulled you back to him, “did you think playtime was over?”

[bewitched-hours]

I wanted to ask if you could make more of the yandere Noli and 007n7 thing. Something like they got into a fight and they’re all just fighting like children or just anything!

I just love that au ^^

Gonna be honest- I don't think I remember which one you mean but I'll gladly make more of them? I'll just try to come up with something new and hope it works but it'd be great if you could use a link to it if you make a new request so I know what you're looking for because I've done a lot at this point with Noli and 007... And not just one with them as yanderes-

Let's say reader gets She/They?

You've learned not to question your circumstances anymore...

It all started out fine when you agreed to team up with Noli and 007n7. Hell, you were giddy to work with other exploiters and you guys helped cover each other's tracks to hide from admins.

You were quick friends and had your own little base for just you three. A place you were most proud of even though you'd do most of the decorating. They didn't really seem to care much as long as it wasn't an eye sore or one simple colour.

No, you combined all your guys' colours together to make the best decorative palette ever!

You weren't into decorating even half as much as you seemed when you all moved in together at first. But turns out you were actually pretty good at it.

You got comfortable... Perhaps too comfortable...

You were blinded by the bliss of this new life and the comfort of your new home made you ignorant to the fact you were basically isolated.

Sure, you were part of a trio that caused chaos so who would wanna be associated with you but you wouldn't even get so much as a chase with some poor fellow who saw you and could report you. It was almost boring how little fight there was for you but you shrugged it off as bad luck.

Of course you wouldn't know that you were trapped because you flew into the cage first.

You wouldn't know that they intentionally kept you away from prying eyes and planned out where to send you in your chaos to get you away from people subtly. In a way that wouldn't have you suspect a thing.

But you only needed to see the truth once. They needed luck everytime they hid the truth from you.

One slip up was all it took.

One mistakenly placed box was all you needed when you got home after a shopping trip in your disguise.

They weren't home for once and you figured they were off causing chaos somewhere else, only causing slight envy to rise in your chest as you wondered why they couldn't wait for you.

But slamming the door caused a box to lose balance in the messed up pile of packages and you could only groan as the fact you now had documents to pick up and put back.

Except it wasn't documents... It was plans.

Papers that were left in the trash pile that would detail things they've done to keep you to themselves without raising suspicion which made the cogs in your head click together.

They were head over heels for you but in a way that made you cringe just a bit. A messed up part of you wanted to see how far they'd go and before you knew it, you were sat with the plans on a coffee table and curled up on the couch whilst reading through their strategies.

You had to admit, they were smart for playing you like they did but you still felt betrayed and confused.

Why? Did they think it was fun? Did they worry you'd try to run? Maybe they thought you could betray them?

Ugh, the more you questioned it, the more you wanted to find them and just ask. You weren't even that upset over it because of the life they gave you but...

Actually, maybe you were a bit upset. What if they used this life to lure you further in? It wasn't like you regretted being part of this trio...

You were growing drowsy when you heard the click of the lock that made you jump back awake in seconds. They were back and there was no hiding anymore. You had to quickly gather your courage and confront them.

They had been joking around until they turned the corner to see you calmly get up, papers in hand and giving them a cautious look that was even worse than when you had first met them. And even back then you've been cautious because you had no choice but to assume the worst from them.

It made their smiles turn to slight frowns. Only for Noli to start smirking again. Though he didn't say anything.

"I'm not gonna scream. I'm not gonna pretend to really be upset or any of that shit." You started, refusing to act like some movie main character. "But I just want to know why. Why did you need any of these plans and why would I be worth such a hassle???"

Your confusion only seemed to amuse them as they stepped closer. You let them because their plans did mention not letting you be harmed.

"Would you believe us if we said you were divine?" Noli's teasing tone made you cringe at such words but you chuckled lightly. "What? Don't act like you're obsessed now..."

"But we are." 007's firm tone made your gut practically scream.

There was no way this was happening...

Stepping away from them, you dropped the papers and shook your head. "No no no- I'm not about to let my whole life be controlled-" You were chuckling nervously, though a blush crept over your face.

Were you enjoying this? Maybe. But it didn't stop them from teleporting behind you to hold you in a loving embrace that had you more confused than anything.

"You're not being controlled~ We're just making sure to set a fair ground between letting you be so beautifully chaotic and independent and guaranteeing you'll never want to leave." Noli held held you from the front while 007 stopped you from behind.

You were effectively caged between them and the heat building in your face betrayed you. "... So you promise not to tie me up or anything to keep me at home, right...?" You muttered, biting your lip as you mentally cursed yourself out for letting them see you like this.

"How would we be able to see you laugh or smile otherwise?" 7n7's voice was quiet but you felt his head rest on your shoulder.

Great... You were essentially giving in.

"Well... I guess I shouldn't be complaining then... If everyone benefits..." You hesitated to raise your arms but Noli made sure to grab one of your hands for himself when you finally did. The other hand just went to feel 007's hair for a moment.

It was surprisingly soft...

"That's our little harbinger of chaos..." Something about those words felt... Right...

Honestly I feel kinda bad for not knowing what to give you for this one-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[littlefankingdom]

I feel like I need to be more specific, and also state that I hate when people say that Bruce bringing up Jason when he is trying to make his other kids not risk their life is blaming the boy for his death. I think that's a reach.

About Cass, it's very clear that Bruce knows she is risking her life because she doesn't value it and value saving people more. By bringing up Jason's death to her, but also to other kids like Tim when they are being self-sacrificing, he is asking them to realize the value of their life. To think about their own life and safety and not put others before them. That he values them and he will be heartbroken, just like he is heartbroken over Jason. It is also implying that Bruce wished Jason had value his life more than saving others, because even if Bruce doesn't know about Sheila' betrayal, he knows his boy died to save her. And as a father, he has this selfish wish that his boy had not try to save her.

In one of those instances where Bruce sees Jason in Cass, he also sees Dick and Tim in her, because they would all do what she is doing, which is "going against Bruce's orders to try to help him and save his life". He thinks about how they all have a different reason to do it (Cass because she is suicidal, Jason because he was headstrong and wanted to stand out, Dick because he wants to prove he is useful and a loyal son, Tim because of his empathy), but in the end, they are also doing it because they love him. Anyway, all his kids will put their life on the line and disregard his orders to try to save a life, and he wish they would stop, because this led to Jason dying. Again, this is not him blaming Jason for his death, this is a parent blaming themselves for not being protective enough and their kid getting killed. Bruce always dealt with his trauma by trying to have control over everything, and him trying to have control over his kids risking their life is the same thing.

Multiple times during Cass' beginning, they portrayed Bruce seeing Jason in her when she is self-destructive and ready to sacrifice herself for the mission, and like, dkzodbxizvidvf.

At this point, Jason has not make his comeback yet. So, Bruce thinks of the pain he feels from losing his son and he is mentally begging for Cass to not make him go through that again.

[biancasaidstfu]

to the anon asking why you don't buy nic and jake or luke and antonia:

i'm not as informed as bianca but I've been here quite some time. let me try to break it to you.

on the surface, it absolutely does look like they're dating these people, especially after the last months. luke and nic tried a bit harder to sell that narrative especially during BAFTA time.

but if you dig a little deeper, you realize some things don't make sense.

luke:

- you can tone up the PR during the world tour to promote your season, you can look at your costar like she hung the moon and stars during interviews to sell a real-life romance that doesn't exist. but doing that ALL THE TIME? there are so many videos where you can tell it's not played up for the cameras but the little moments where he looks utterly and completely in love with nic, and she had those moments as well. just rewatching the world tour clips is enough to realize what could be PR and what most likely is just them being themselves

- he was not happy seeing antonia during certain events like the premieres in new york and london. he avoided her multiple times there.

- during summer they went to events together but did not act like a couple. no affection whatsoever. he always looked like he'd rather be anywhere else than near her

- he never posted her on his account despite having always been quite open about his relationships in the past. it could be that he just wants to protect her, but then where is the affection? the loving looks he's always given his girlfriends in the past? even when he was holding her in the water in sorento, he did not look happy or particularly interested in her.

- there were articles out in the summer claiming he's single, most likely put out by his team. why would he do that and disrespect his partner if he's with her? not being public about your relationship is one thing, denying it is another level.

- from august till the end of january, they were not seen together at all anymore. someone was with him during his sexiest man alive shoot because he kept looking to the side when talking about polin, but he seemed so happy and at ease there that it rather fit how he always seemed around nic than how he seemed around antonia.

- they did not celebrate christmas or new year's together. we don't know for sure if they were together on his or her birthdays, but antonia has been teasing being with luke for over a year now and i believe she would've posted something hinting at spending her b-day with him if given the chance

- this time BOTH looked incredibly unhappy during BOSS event, like they didn't want to be around each other. luke tried to play it up for the cameras but there were shots where you could see him looking uncomfortable. but it rather looked like he was a man on a mission and dragged her there against her own will. there's literally a moment on video where it looks like even holding hands is annoying them

- they keep getting papped somewhere but he never looks very interested or affectionate. and why do they get papped so much when luke is not a huge celebrity? it looks really weird, like they're calling the paps on themselves. which only makes sense if they want the public to believe a certain narrative

- he played it up at the baftas but in the one shot where it looks like they're kissing, their lips aren't even touching. it looks really forced and not like the new year's eve photo from 2023 where they were kissing for real. luke managed to look way more comfortable around her this time but the photos we saw of them didn't look natural but over the top, as if they're again trying to convince people they're together.

in conclusion: i think two things became quite clear whenever we saw luke with nic last year and with antonia: he has feelings for nic because he can't really hide them (see SAGs) and he doesn't look happy and at ease next to antonia.

i'm not saying he has to be dating nic because there could be various reasons why they never got together, or did get together at some point but broke up again, but why would he stay so long with a girl he's not happy with? just look at him with sophie skelton or with jade, it's two different worlds how he was acting around them compared to how he is with antonia. he could have so many women, especially after season 3's success. surely one of them could make him as happy as his exes did? and if he's so happy with antonia that he stayed with her all this time, then i really wonder why it's not showing in their interactions when it was so easy for him to look happy and in-love next to nic.

nic:

- she was seen with jake a few times during the summer and then the festival photos deuxmoi shared sparked the rumors that they're dating, but nothing in those interactions looked romantic. it could very well just be friends hanging out together. and nic said multiple times she has lots of handsome gay friends

- controversy #1 in this fandom is stating that we think jake is gay, but one look at his insta the day i saw the festival photos made it clear to me he's not straight. he might still be into women, i have no idea about that, but what i do see for sure is that whenever he's with nic, he doesn't look at her like he's romantically or sexually interested. he looks about as disinterested as luke does with antonia. he's part of nic's gay actors friend group, was apparently on a gay beach with them. i just don't know why in his case people started assuming that he's dating nic when for me nothing ever indicated he's not just one of her friends? they were seen holding hands but there are so many pics of nic holding hands with male friends that this is also not a real sign for me.

- there were multiple posts, comments, stories etc. from jake's friends calling him names indicating his sexuality not being straight in the past months

- whenever deuxmoi would publish something hinting at nic and jake being a couple, for a while douglas would immediately post something to shut those rumors down. nic also deleted tags saying they were dating. so for a while at least neither jake nor nic seemed to want to play into the dating rumors

- he was also with her everywhere for a while but by now she's more and more promoting his work and championing for him. could really very well be because they're in a relationship but it looks more like a mentor thing because nic has always been rather private about her romantic partners. i think if they were really dating she'd be more subtly supporting his career instead of actively posting about it in her stories.

- again, they celebrated christmas and new year's separately

- something i noticed was that the person nic had dinner with on her birthday had their cutlery on the right side of the table while hers was on the left side. could be coincidence but it made me believe she was having dinner with a left-handed person, which JD is not

- the BAFTA pre-party was the first time where i thought nic was more leaning into selling the narrative she's with jake because of how she posed with him at the red carpet. but again, there was a certain stiffness between them you never had with her and luke. and to me it's really weird that both nic and luke look more happy, in-love and relaxed next to each other compared to the people they're supposed to be dating.

- jake just does not look attracted to her. i've seen him various times looking at men like he's very much interested, but i don't see that look with nic.

for me it really just looks like he's another one of her male friends, sexuality aside.

lukola:

- whenever they're together, you see sparks flying. you could excuse it last year with it being PR and them having to promote their show, but what was the SAGs then?

- why does it look like they're now trying to avoid being seen together, especially after the SAGs where everyone clocked them looking in-love again? why are there no polin selfies and why is the last one we got a one where they're not even touching anymore when they always used to hug?

- why were there no happy birthday posts this year when they've always wished each other a happy birthday before? it's one of the most natural things to congratulate your costar. luke even did it for claudia who has no instagram.

it could be that they don't want to fuel the shippers anymore but nic always gave the polin fans content to be happy over. but ever since the london premiere last year they've been acting overly distant on social media. it makes it look really suspicious when they could have just asked the fans to tone down the shipping because it bothers them. i think most people do try to be respectful and would have stopped it if nic and luke had asked.

in conclusion: nic and luke have given me plenty reasons to think they're secretly together, but it's not like i'm so sure that i will die on that hill. but what i am absolutely sure of is that they're not dating the people they're rumored to be dating. i've seen enough happy couples irl to know what people in love look like, and neither nic/jake nor antonia/luke are giving that.

ANON COOKED

[ruruumin]

mirror mirror

₊˚ ☘︎ huntr/x rumi x fem! reader.

⤷ feeling exposed after a live performance gone wrong.

“get out!” 

the explosive voice of rumi echos in the confined room. you stand in front of her, eyes wider than saucers as she quickly wraps her hands around her exposed arms. she is staring at you like a deer in headlights. her breath is ragged and torn apart. if you looked close enough, there were tears starting to bubble at the corners of her eyes.

you notice the patterns on her skin but that’s not that concerns you. 

“rumi,” you say, slowly approaching her. every time you take a step forward, she is backing away. there is a thick layer of tension between the two of you, something that had only happened once or twice in your careers. 

“stay away! don’t look at me!” she is closing her eyes, squeezing them shut while the tears start to flow. hoping that this was all a sick prank by the demons, by gwi-ma or jinu, she shuts the whole world out. she chooses to submerge herself in an ocean of wallow. away from prying eyes she hides herself.

rumi has lived her entire life in shame. when the marks started coming as small patches on her arm, celine made it a constant habit to pull down her sleeves. summers were hot and blistering. however, it was nothing compared to suffocating turtleneck masking her patterns. every invite to the bathhouse was a deathwish to her career, and she felt scared that with each ‘no’ her friends will distance themselves from her. 

the last person she wanted to see these patterns was you. while mira and zoey could understand to some extent, you were entirely different. as her agent and longtime friend, maybe something more after the recent debut of golden, she can’t let you see this side of her. those soft, alluring touches behind the stage keeps her awake at night. it has her thinking about the what if’s for your careers. she questions if shes ready to risk everything for you.

you are human. she’s a demon. even if only half of her body has patterns, that doesn’t distinguish her from the rest. she was your responsibility and with these new profound marks, it might over complicate the already strained relationship the two of you have. 

if she was the sun, you were the moon. 

if she was gold, you were silver. 

as cool as water, your touch stings her. bringing your arms slowly around her, you pull rumi into a deep, tight hug. squeezing out every ounce of stress from her bones as you press your face against her shoulder, you let her weep into your arms. 

“i’m sorry you have to see me like this.” she sobs, tucking her fingers beneath the folds of your shirt. her lungs are burning. her chest was on fire as if they were seeped in a bucket of hot sauce. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” 

“don’t apologize.” you suck in a deep, careful breath. “it’s okay. everything is going to be okay.” 

“the show—the live performance. the fans, everyone is waiting for me out there,” rumi is choking over her own words. unable to contain the fears that have plagued her for years, they’re finally reaching her. they’re sinking into her flesh with their filthy claws and she feels tainted. 

“there will always be more live performances in the future. don’t stress about the pr backlash. that’s what me and bobby are for.” 

brushing your fingers through her hair, you loosen the tight braids that hold her together. the weight of the world is slowly lifting off of her shoulders. for some strange reason, she thinks its you making this happen. “come back to sing when you’re ready. we will reschedule the live performance and push back any shows.”

“this is your era, rumi,” the palm of your hand makes contact with the side of her cheek. “i’m sure everyone will love and adore you.” 

“what if… i’m not the person everyone wants me to be?” rumi’s response is hurried and desperate. she’s chasing after something she can’t grasp yet.

“who do you want to be, rumi?” 

you slowly pull away from her but she clings onto you. 

“i want to be perfect.”

your grip on her tightens and it reassures her that you aren’t leaving. “humans aren’t perfect though.” 

her eyes are stinging at your words. if she was truly human, she wouldn’t have to live with these patterns. she didn’t need to live underneath celine’s careful gaze. she could go to the bathhouse with zoey and mira. she could do anything she wanted. she could even…

looking up into your eyes, she hiccups. 

words are bubbling up in her throat and they pop once they touch air. they escape her and she struggles to catch them. instead of scolding her the same way celine always would, your voice is a mere whisper. untouched by the cruelty of demons and all things gwi-ma, you shine brighter than the smiling stars. 

“you’re okay, rumi. everything is going to be okay.” wiping away her smeared mascara and tears, your gaze never wavers. it is as soft as silken tofu. it continues to melt her body into your unshaken arms.

you’re the rock in her life. a steady, unmoving force that keeps her grounded. in a place where demons threaten every corner, you make the world seem normal.

you make her feel normal.

instead of verbally acknowledging your words, she holds you close to her chest. just enough to hear the gentle beating of your heart mix with hers. 

[jackdaw-sprite]

Thank you for your perspective! And yeah, that's one of the things I'm not sure anyone's mentioned yet -- tags are for personal organization as well as for discoverability.

Something I've been confronted by again and again over the years, in fandom and out, is that people will use a system they're presented with in the way that's easiest and least annoying for them.

You can explain how a system should be used until you're blue in the face, but unless they themselves find the system easier and more intuitive to use in the way you want, you're never going to get them to stick with it:

People are people, first and foremost.

Everyone here reading this has a life, worries, things they want to do off of tumblr. They don't want to think about what tags to include or not when they're just trying to share what they made, and go about their day. Talk with friends, have dinner. Trying to get people to remember a specific rule about not using a tag when it makes intuitive sense to them that they should? When they just want to move on with their day, because tags are the least exciting part of posting things on Tumblr Dot Com?

I don't think we can expect people to take that time, especially when the people still doing it don't see any downside.

The reason I'm suggesting adding -- that's right, adding this tag, not replacing the old tag, is because it's intuitive, and it's simple. It works with human nature instead of against it.

The people who benefit most from it are also the people who will need to go to the effort -- typing dponly into the tags after danny phantom -- and in return, we'll get a space with no crossovers.

I can't argue anyone out of being angry. After years of this argument, I think most of us are. But I think this will give everyone breathing room.

This would be used in addition to the danny phantom tag, turning it into a true umbrella tag for everything related to Danny Phantom, while having a few major sub-tags for people to find exactly what they want.

---

After some more discussion with members of the fandom in the notes of my poll asking about a community and elsewhere, it seems like the better option for everyone might actually be a new tag, so I'm making a new poll here!

Some answers to questions I think people might have are below the readmore:

Q: Why are all of these only one word?

A: For the same reason the dpxdc tag is only one word! Tumblr's tagging implementation is Not Good. Tags with spaces don't play well with it, and especially don't play well with blocked tags. If someone wants to block non-crossover Danny Phantom content, we want to make it as painless as possible for them.

Q: What issues were raised around communities?

A: A few! To name some of them:

Limited interactions with posts: Communities only let you react with emoji and leave comments on posts reblogged into them. Not great, if we want to have long reblog chains riffing on one another

Original Posters aren't notified if someone else reblogs their post into a community, even if it's public. So if someone reblogged your post into the community for you, you wouldn't know about it -- or know to look for people interacting with it.

Communities have mods, and therefore would need trustworthy, engaged mods to make it work. Over a short time frame, we could probably manage it! But over a longer one, a community for an entire fandom would probably have moderator drama. That could lead to fracturing, or people leaving specifically because they don't like the mods, etc. A tag is a lot less active maintenance.

A few people also expressed a general dislike for the feature, even if they were willing to move to one. This seems like a much smaller change that will let those people stay away from a feature they don't like, while interacting with the content they do.

Q: What about less-common crossovers? Won't those get excluded from this tag?

A: They will. I'm asking about this poll first because I figured getting the community to make a decision about the other crossovers would be easier if we'd already decided on the non-crossovers.

The current idea is to move those to their own tag as well, so they can get dedicated attention from the crossover enthusiasts who love them. One of the people I talked to about this runs the niche-dp-crossovers blog, so it's on the radar. If you have concerns or suggestions about that, the notes on this post is as good a place as any to suggest them!

[hystericalend]

was talking with a friend abt weak hero and we birthed a semi-joking hc that juntae is really into bl and yaoi and how maybe he brings some mangas to the hospital for suho as an effort to bond..... and maybe one of his bl mangas was accidentally left in the pile.... and maybe suho is intrigued by the cover that looks nothing like all the other manga juntae brought him so he picks it up and-

warning. this got way too long. read at your own risk

SO we know juntae's friend group before sieun was all the anime losers so it's not too far of a stretch to assume that he's also into anime and manga and probably has since he was a kid, and when he was 12 or something he accidentally stumbled across a bl manga not knowing what it was. at first he was freaked out bc ?? why are these boys kissing. why are these boys- woah, hey wait. hey wait a second. why am i feeling things. why do i like this.

and boom, juntae the fudanshi is born.

fun. fun. but going deeper, bl manga also being the catalyst for him realising he's gay. he starts buying his favourites and soon has a huge bl manga collection that is actually super meaningful to him because it's his outlet for his queerness that he doesn't get to express elsewhere. and yes he loves baku and gotak and sieun and YES he feels entirely safe with them, but baku and gotak are wrestling each other dudebro straight boys and sieun is emotionally unavailable 99% of the time so even tho he trusts them entirely, he's not sure he's ready to tell them he likes to read abt boys kissing. (and that he'd like to kiss boys too, if any boys were up for it.)

so anyway, he's happily gay and in the closet reading his yaoi, living life, and then everything changes when sieun's friend wakes up.

it's mind boggling to him when he meets the boy in wheelchair, to see with his own eyes the boy they've only heard about in quiet, solemn snatches. he's alive. and holy shit sieun is crying?? oh my god sieun is SMILING???

it takes a while for him to get to know ahn suho properly. the eunjang boys have seen throughout their friendship with sieun how important suho is to him, and think it's probably best if they have their space. they have it for a while, but then a few weeks after suho wakes up sieun tells them suho wants to get to know his friends, so they all nervously crowd into ahn suho's hospital room and introduce themselves.

ahn suho is pale, thin, and looks perpetually tired, but he's alive and he smiles when juntae introduces himself, and juntae's heart aches.

they start accompanying sieun to his suho visits, sometimes all together, sometimes one at a time, and slowly they get to know suho better. one day, it's just sieun and juntae, and while they're sitting with suho talking sieun stands up and says he's going to get them something to eat. juntae immediately panics bc fuck he's never been left alone with suho before?? what if he says something weird?? what if something goes wrong?? but before he can protest sieun has already left the room and it's just the two of them

in an effort to make things less awkward juntae is like, so... how have things been.... and suho immediately goes fucking BORING that's how. and juntae is like ahhhh yeah i can't imagine there's much to do here..

cue suho ranting abt being super bored now that he's gotten so much better and is conscious all day, having nothing to do in between physical therapy. juntae nods along being the empathetic listener he is until he is goes hey maybe i could bring you something? do you like manga?

and suho is like hell yeah i like manga. you got any slam dunk? and even tho his reading taste leans more towards suckin and fuckin than dribbling a ball juntae does have some sports manga sitting at home that gotak lent him so he's like yea! i'll bring it to you

juntae being juntae he doesn't waste time and he's at suho's hospital room the next day with a bag full of mangas like!! hello!! i can't stay but here's the manga you asked for :)) and suho is like damn that was quick thanks juntae.

juntae isn't there when suho goes through what he brought him, finding one manga that doesn't look like it has much to do with sports.

baku and gotak are busy with basketball practice, so the next visit is just juntae and sieun again. the minute they get there suho immediately starts complaining about how he's starving and goes sieun-ah, can you get me some food? plsplssplps. juntae has seen sieun subjected to similar teasing from baku with a 0% success rate, but as he watches sieun is up out of his seat and heading to the cafeteria without another word.

as soon as the door shuts suho turns to juntae with a grave expression on his face.

suho: juntae... i read your manga

juntae: oh!! which ones? did you like them? :D

suho, dramatically pulling the bl manga out of his hospital gown: this one

obviously juntae freaks out immediately and tries to think of an excuse like OMG GDSKJGHDSKG AHH ACTUALLY THAT'S MY SISTER'S I DONT KNOW HOW THAT GOT IN THERE AHAHHA SORRY THAT'S SO AWKWARD but then suho just looks at him dead in the eyes and is like.. can u get me more

and that's how juntae discovers that ahn suho is gay as fuck.

before they can have any real conversation abt it sieun walks in and they both go suspiciously quiet, suho all like ah! sieun-ah! you're back! (not subtle at all) but sieun is sieun so he doesn't press them and they start eating what he got from the cafeteria and talking normally.

the next day, juntae goes to the hospital again. alone.

juntae, slamming open the door to suho's hospital room: U WANT MORE BL??

suho: yea

juntae: WHY???

suho: cause i'm gay

juntae: UR GAY????

suho: yuh

juntae: ME TOO!!!!!

suho: ayo no way!

juntae: YEA :D

suho: :DD did u bring more of that manga with dudes kissing tho

juntae did, in fact, bring more.

like yes this is lowkey a crack hc but it's so cute to imagine juntae and suho having this secret friendship founded on their bl manga book club. juntae being busy with school so they exchange numbers so suho can text him live commentary as he reads and juntae will get texts from him throughout the day like "ayo this shit is fire" and "THEY HELD HANDS" .. and its mostly all fun but as they text more they actually get? super close?? and bc i personally hc suho as knowing he was gay since he was pretty young but not rlly telling anyone its super sweet to imagine him and juntae both finding their first queer friend in each other? like finally having someone to talk to abt stuff like when they first discovered they liked boys, crushes growing up n all that stuff.

juntae admits that suho is the first person he's ever come out to and that nobody else knows he's gay not even sieun and suho tells him that sieun doesn't know he's gay either and juntae is like?? how?? i feel like you guys know everything about eachother and suho is like well yeah it's awkward cause i feel like if i tell him i'm gay i also have to tell him i'm in love with him yk and juntae is like.. you what now..

bc like. he knew. he's not fucking blind, he KNEW there was something queer going on between those two but to have it confirmed so bluntly makes his brain short circuit a little and he immediately goes??? oh my god you have to tell him?? but suho is like ahhh it's complicated... and juntae is like?? HOW?? he literally waited for TWO YEARS for u suho he definitely loves you.. and suho hasn't told anyone this, but as silly as it sounds he's genuinely gotten really close to juntae through the little gay book club thing they have going on that he feels like he can really open up to juntae so he ends up sharing his insecurites abt his condition and still being in the hospital and not wanting to make a move or start something when he's still healing. and juntae is super accepting but assures him that the minute he's ready, sieun will be waiting for him. there's no doubt in his mind that sieun loves him back.

JUST LIKE!! everyone always goes on about suho x baku besties post coma suho x gotak besties but am i crazy if i say i think suho's taste in friends is the quiet ones? like if we look at beomseok and sieun as a pattern i genuinely think juntae would be the one suho would be the closest to among eunjangz aside from sieun, especially if you're like me and look at that connection through a lense of queer solidarity.

AND HOW CUTE IS THAT!! suho and juntae becoming extremely close in private until it inevitably shows outwardly and baku gotak and sieun being absolutely baffled by it?? juntae accidentally dropping in conversation "oh suho told me..." "suho sent me this...." and sieun being like?? since when did you have his number??

and it's so funny to picture sieun being maybe a little bit jealous of their connection bc?? what do they even talk about? how did they get so close?? and trying to be subtle and Not Affected he mentions it to juntae one day offhand like "so how did you and suho get close?" and juntae isnt about to out both of them by saying "he read my bl manga" so he's just like oh you know, we talked. and sieun externally is like, ok cool, but internally just screaming WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU TALK ABT???

(you, sieun. they talk about how suho is in love with you.)

idk, this is a mess. i just think that juntae and suho would be bestfriends and not enough people are talking abt it. if you made it this far you get a cookie (ily)

[colrell]

Will Graham is a Hyena.

Now, please hear me out on this because I've been sitting on for a while. I love those misunderstood animals more than anything... and I love Will Graham with almost the same amount of veracity. So.

Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens | 1922 | dir. F.W. Murnau

Will is ostracised by society.

Hyenas, just like Will, have been rejected by humans and painted as monsters. Seen as simple, stupid scavengers who will do anything for a scrap of meat. I think we've all seen how they have been depicted in media such as The Lion King: dumb, cruel idiots whose only desire is to steal and destroy what other, more royal animals (lions: productive members of society) have built for themselves.

They are regarded as savages with no brains. Only capable of acting if under guidance of a firm fist of a leader and sometimes pitied by others... meanwhile, Hyenas are actually highly intelligent, social predators who hunt in groups and share their kills much more often than they scavenge. They remember faces and can identify friend from foe. They live in clans that get up to hundreds of members: but this fact goes unmentioned in most media.

Will isn't seen as somebody capable of caring for his own life because. Just like hyenas, he is treated as an outsider in his own home. Alan pitied him because she didn't think he could take care of himself. She saw him as a dependant and troubled man because he showed signs of being autistic. Jack treated him as a tool and lead him into destructions because he didn't think Will could make good decisions on his own and in his eyes, if Will were to be left to his own devised— he could stop being useful.

This image of hyenas— of Will — wasn't entirely undeserved, of course. They are, after all, a little bit weird. They look weird, act weird, and refuse to conform even when this refusal leads them to the outskirts of society... even before Will Grahams' encephalitis, he was as different. Everybody knew there was something 'other about him, which is experience shared by many people withing the queer and autistic-spectrum community. Some of us deliberately choose to mask because this is just a more comfortable way of existing day-to-day. We recognise that if we were to act as ourselves: the 'typicals might see it as an affront to themselves.

Others, however, take a different approach. They embrace this otherness as a badge of honour despite what others wish for them. Will Graham is one of those people, and just like Hyenas, he paid the price of it in ostricisment.

They reject judgement.

This brings us to how Hyenas are unapologetically themselves. Of course, an animal cannot be aware of what we as humans see them as, but in a way, they still are, and Will is much the same on that regard: doing his thing and refusing to follow others' ideas of himself.

Will Graham, for all the talk about how lost and confused he was before Hannibal, actually knew about the darkness within himself and he had accepted it.

It is very evident in the first episodes of the series, where he states this over and over again— others aren't allowed to judge. He is what he is. He is rude, he avoids eye contact, and he reconstruction murderers' minds and won't allow others to stand beside him while doing it because he won't take their judging glances for it.

He doesn't want to be psychoanalysed. Hannibal 'won't like him when he's psychoanalysed'. Nobody ever does because he won't let them change him. He doesn't want to change: he just wants to be left alone.

The reason for his fear during the first season wasn't his empathy. Will Graham knew what he was since the very beginning. He knew he's different. He knew of this dark side of himself, which craved to kill before encephalitis came along, and that is what made Hannibal so enamoured with the man.

I know that many people believe Hannibal to be the reason for why Will started to kill or fantasise about it... but he did it since before knowing Hannibal. The reason why Will was so petrified wasn't because he started seeing himself kill. It wasn't the fantasies or Hannibals manipulations that brought him to this state of hysteria because Will knew what he was already.

It was a lack of control, which brought him over the edge. Fear of losing composure, of killing and not knowing it. Not the act of killing itself. Until the sickness came for him, Will perhaps wasn't doing well... but he was content with how things were. He never wanted to be helped or changed. He merely wished to be accepted.

Will is a scavenger... and predator.

Yes, I know that we all see the agent as a fisherman— luring and waiting for prey to come to him, but that is not all that he does.

Hyenas are hunters first, which is another thing that media often gets wrong.

They hunt for their own food, and they do it successfully, collectively, and cruelly. Funfact: most of the videos featuring hyenas hanging around corpses, which are being eaten by lions, are actually hyena kills that were falsely attributed to their enemies.

Much in likeness to how Will fantasises about his own work, hyenas murder with beautiful personality. Their hunts are bloody, wild, and brutal. They are savage in how they kill, chasing the weak and biting them until the inevitable collapse. They don't wait for their victim to die. There is no need to.

But they can scavenge— and scavenge they do. It reminds me of how Will continues to eat Hannibals' own prey even after learning about what it is; How he waits for Chiyoh to kill the prisoner herself and creates art out of the corpse because his curiosity was more important than the act itself. How he was fine with Matthew doing his dirty work for him. How simple act of threatening Hannibal with a gun brings out a vicious smile... he liked the idea of having Hannibal at his mercy, of the psychiatrist not knowing if he will die tonight (being sure he shall).

There is a lot of cruelty within Will Graham, which he never attempted to hide. It was simply overlooked because of his desire for bringing justice that came alongside it.

Hyenas and Will are queer icons.

Not only for how gay his relashionship with Hannibal is.

Our fandom is full of trans and gender nonconforning people. Will is heavily autistic-coded, and transgender people can identify with him for a huge variety of reasons. We see his struggles, the way he suffers with his own identity in comparison to how others see him, and we empathise because it mirrors our own experiences in the world that does not and nefariously refuses to understand us.

Hyenas, as some of you may know (and others are learning about it in this post), spotted hyenas in particular, have been viewed as "double-sexed" since before the times of ancient Greece. The reason for this is that females of the species sport a genitalia that looks indistinguishably like the males'. For ages, humans believed them to be either all bigenital or constantly sex-changing animals. They are plenty of myths and stories about this fact.

They do not change their sex, of course. Either on a whim or based on necessity— female spotted hyenas are born, age and die as females just as the males remain just that for the entirety of their lives... however: this does not change how they were (and still are, for some) perceived.

Reasons for this state are multiple. For one, spotted hyenas are a matriarchal species. They are much bigger, stronger and dominant towards the males. They have thick skulls, powerful jaws and brute bodies. This uniqueness is ensured by a large amount of androgens their bodies produce during growing up: making them stronger... and also causing their (already naturally big) clitorises to grow to sizes comparable to a males'. They will even mount the males (and other females) at times as a form of domination tactic. This intersex-like feature is found in ALL female spotted hyenas.

In recent years (or decades), they have become one of the symbols for the transgender community. Indeed, hyenas are unique and beautiful gender-benders.

And just as members of the queer community, they are hated by the mainstream media— and loved by those who took the time necessary to understand them. Sounds awfully like Will, doesn't it.

Hyenas have been misinterpreted by us for centuries. And so is Will Graham by almost everybody in his community.

They are notoriously called ugly, much like Dolarhyde's claim of Will not being attractive. It is not true: Hyena's beauty is a matter of opinion. They have a distinct, heavy smell which they spread all over their territory, however people who live amongst them often like to remind sceptics that they actually do not smell any worse than their natural enemies: lions, do. They're claimed as ugly because humans don't understand them, because they're demonised and 'obviously', evil can not be beautiful— it must be ugly, stinky, disgusting...

Aren't those all epithet given to the people in the queer community? To Will, in a sense?

Hyenas— and Will, are victims of abuse.

There is a group of African people known as The Hyena Men, the Gadawan Kura. They group travels throughout Nigeria with their half-tamed hyenas and other animals and make them perform various tricks in order to make a living.

Which— here we go to the point:

Hyenas are social animals and just like dogs, can be socialised and trained. They actually make wonderful friends, if you have the resources and enough persistence within you to try. Those people, the Gadawan Kura, recognised it and use it to their gain. There has been a photographer who documented some of this relashionship between those hyenas and their men. It's a very fascinating and interesting tale to read about.

Until you learn that said hyenas weren't brought to this point with love but through abuse.

There is a very painful parallel to how Jack treats Will thought the whole story, and before it, and how the Gadawan Kura train their hyenas through beatings and scraps of food. They are rewarded for good behaviour... barely.

Doing tricks (profiling), brought along traveling (dragged around to crimescenes even when he doesn't want to), given rewards in food (told he's doing good work though said work is breaking him).

Abdullahi Mohammed with Gumu | Ogere-Remo | Nigeria | 2007

... and there is also the fact that Hyenas closest relatives are the meerkat and mongoose.

And we all know Hannibals' stance on that one.