#sinners fan theory

[thisiswasp]

The Smokestack Twins & The Clarksdale Bank Robbery.

I re-read the Clarksdale Herald article about the twins robbing the bank. I've been wondering about which twin did what. 

“Two masked men, both Black, stormed the bank—one took charge with smooth, calculated commands, while the other used violent force to control the room.”

When I read this after I first saw the movie, the words “smooth”, “calculated”, and “commanding” stood out.  At first, I assumed it was Smoke, because of his serious, practical, and no-nonsense disposition, and thought Stack was the latter, because he seemed more impulsive, and just likes to wing it, but I couldn’t really picture it. 

Upon several views, I think that it may have been Stack who smoothly commanded the room. Throughout the film Smoke inflicted most of the violence. He committed patricide, killed the snake, shot the thieves, threatened to shoot Pearline, pulled a gun on Sammie, and whacked him in the face, etc. 

Stack was a charmer, personable and charismatic. He persuaded Delta Slim and Cornbread out of their reluctance to take a job at Club Juke. It’s not that Stack is incapable of violence (he’s a WWI veteran and a gangster), it just doesn’t seem like his first resort. The most aggressive behavior we’ve seen Stack display was when he was locked in the room, under the influence of Remmick’s hivemind, and may have taken on some of his characteristics.

Basically, during the armed robberies, I just picture Stack smoothly demanding tellers to give him the money, with the implication of violence, while Smoke is watching his back, looming with the certainty of violence.

I love the little idiosyncrasies between the twins; Michael B. Jordan is fantastic. 

[faenguine]

am i the only one thinking about the ending when smoke kills the kkk?

like specifically, why he killed them. obviously they were kkk and those mfers deserve it, but i realised after letting stack live that stack wouldn't have had time to flee for shelter from the sun... he would have to stay in the juke joint.

smoke was legit protecting his brother from them too.

[bambilott]

Idk if someone already has said this or if this was already confirmed i only watched the movie once but I wholeheartedly believe that remmick had sammys ability to conjure up spirits and ancestors with music when he was alive and thats exactly what he was trying to do in the dance circle with all the vampires. He was desperately seeking community throughout the whole movie, but his performance felt more cult like than spiritual (unlike sammy’s).

[beargregor]

wait i'm curious, what makes you say that gregor doesn't like everyone else (if i read that post right)? just curious since i've never seen anyone else say that

i don't necessarily think gregor dislikes everyone else at lcb but i do think that gregor is an incredibly petty person that isn't nearly as close to the rest of the sinners and even outright dislikes some of them cough cough rodya cough cough which a lot of people just Refuse to see because he's as much of a doormat as he is. there's several examples i could get into to try and prove my point however i'll just focus on what i personally think to be the biggest ones.

additionally, this is going to be kind of long, so i'm adding a read more. read more! read it. sorry for being so wordy. i have several diseases.

Pt1. gregor is the type to try and get along at least decently with everyone, especially if he gets a good first impression from them.

this is less a point in favor of gregor's distance w/ the rest of the sinners and more just a contributing factor to it. once again there's several examples i could point to here but i think the most in your face one happened in canto I with yuri, as several people have pointed out. even before gregor comes clean about growing attached to her as quickly as he did because she reminds him of his sister, we get this interaction.

i'll go ahead and make the disclaimer now that i don't necessarily think gregor is the most reliable of narrators, especially when it comes to his feelings and interactions with most people, but from the way he acts when the topic of yuri comes up (and the way we still see him act even all the way up to c7, nearly a whole year after yuri's death) i don't see reason to question his sentiment here. gregor immediately got that aya and yuri were close, potentially even taking note of their traded belts, and went out of his way to get something nice for yuri despite hardly knowing her.

i feel like a lot of people have forgotten as much, especially since it's been so long since c1, but gregor actually spent a good bit of season 1 doing the exact same thing with the other sinners! gregor reads a connection between him and ishmael pretty quickly despite getting off to a rocky start

mostly because gregor can tell that ishmael is pretty sardonic in a very similar way to him. there's been multiple instances where ishmael and gregor have essentially expressed the same sentiment at different moments, most notably gregor's little argument after ishmael got shot with a decay ampule in c4

and ishmael's response to pilot talking about self-sacrifice in c5

i could go ahead and pull up more examples, but in general pm has gone out of their way to show us that gregor and ishmael are pretty similar, so it makes sense for gregor to assume that they're friends, right?

this will be pushpin 1. keep note of this for Later.

ishmael's only the first sinner we see gregor trying to do this with in s1, we also see him try it out with heathcliff, sinclair, and ryoushuu

he's tried to get along with charon, being one of very few sinners that we've seen actually try to establish a connection with her at all

even rodya, despite my insistence that gregor doesn't like her nearly as much as the fandom thinks he does

all of these seem pretty fine and dandy, right? sure it frequently leans towards self-degradation, micromanaging, and commiseration, but gregor can at least be pretty chummy with most of the sinners, can't he?

Pt2. hell's chicken was more than just comic relief guys please

i'm fully aware that this is quite the hot take, but i think hell's chicken deserves a lot more credit for character writing than the fandom gives it. hell's chicken gave us foreshadowing for several events, such as the donqui bloodfiend reveal

heathcliff's distortion in c6 (as well as hong lu's highly speculated distortion at some point in the future)

and ryoushuu and sinclair's continued connection by making him the odd one out on her team

which, hey! that implies something about gregor's odd one out, don quixote, too, doesn't it? yes. yes it does. that's pushpin 2. keep note of that for later.

speaking of pushpins, hey! that's pushpin 1!

splitting into teams is one of the major events in hell's chicken, and most of the sinner's choices are either motivated by very little, backhanded, or motivated primarily by not wanting to be on the opposite leader's side. i didn't include all of the picks, just because i feel like including most of them already gets this across, but i think gregor took one major thing from this: most of the sinners, when push comes to shove, will only side with gregor when they refuse to or can't take his opponent's side.

now, don't get me wrong, i'm fully aware that this is primarily intended to be comedic relief, but when gregor is being described as having his trust broken by ishmael or nearly crying because no one on his team properly sided with him for him, i feel like it's pretty fair to read into this.

something that i think is pretty important to remember in conjunction with this is that we know that gregor is the type to hold a grudge, both from his general attitude towards the G corp soldiers in c1 as well as his continued distaste for vergilius

even beyond the splitting into teams of hell's chicken, the sinners have given gregor plenty of reasons to feel bitter. i feel like this is something people have noticed but haven't really put a finger on, but it's kind of wild just how often the rest of the sinners make gregor the butt of the joke

and sure, we could argue that a fair few of these aren't really made with any ill intent. quite a bit of it could have been meant as harmless teasing, but with gregor being more sensitive than most, it coming from nearly all sides, and as often as it does? yeah, i think he's prone to taking it a bit personally.

Pt3. yes i do still think gregor was the third most important character in canto VII you guys gotta hear me out okay

of course, all of this leads up to the bit of the story i highlighted, doesn't it? c7? i totally get why people haven't really picked up on all the gregor things i did in it, seeing as they were mostly not *directly* said about him or by him.

personally, i think that gregor's distaste for talking about himself on any serious level and thus leading to him getting sort of "sidelined" narratively (which i take issue with that claim, but still. it's effective for getting what i mean across atm) is supposed to lead players to take a deeper look at the times gregor gets held up to other characters and compare and contrast what's being said about them by the matchup. as i showed earlier with his immediate latching onto ishmael, i think this is something gregor himself is at least partially aware of too.

so, that begs the question, who was gregor compared to in canto VII that makes me think it's one of the most critical pieces in understanding his character?

really, i'd like to avoid getting too lost in the analysis of this canto specifically, since i'd like to do a proper post about this later, but i figure i can bury the lede a little before doing it properly.

c7 features several characters being made to perform in sansón's play, acting out the relevant backstory for this segment of the plot. a lot of these characters have rather direct, degrading reasons for playing the roles they do.

outis, a character with an inflated ego who wants her journey to have a purpose, is made to play an aimlessly wandering villager with a single line.

hong lu and ryoushuu, two characters for whom families and the expectations placed upon them are likely going to play a major role, are made to play bloodfiends.

rodya, a character who resents her lot in life and is constantly shown to be eager to leave her destitution behind her and become someone special, is made to play a helpless villager that's too poor to even offer any money to the hero that saves her.

heathcliff, a character that has spent most of his life getting dehumanized by comparing him to beastly animals, is made to play a literal bear whose sole purpose in the plot is to get beat up and then quickly left by the wayside.

sinclair, a character that has two opposed parties essentially treating him as a macguffin to procure for their side, is made to play the character who was arguably the catalyst for this entire canto, not to mention playing a decently major role in ruina.

our star don quixote is made to play her father, the first kindred, but there's someone by their side the entire time, isn't there? don quixote's dear, steadfastly loyal companion. a character which don quixote has tasked themself with getting to come out of their shell?

hello again, pushpin 2.

gregor has been made to play our unreachable star, sancho. someone had to, of course. you can't really tell a story without it's main character, now can you?

now, i should once again give a disclaimer. i am not trying to say that i think adapting what happens to donqui/sancho in c7 to gregor is the road pm is going to take here, not only would that toe a bit past the line of foreshadowing, but it'd also just amount to rehashing that plotline again, which i don't think would make for a particularly exciting story.

what i DO think is that we can take a lot of the things that are said to either directly be the case for sancho and use them to inform how we see gregor.

and god, does playing sancho have some fucking implications for our favorite ossan archetype.

starting off, the earliest moment we get to see of sancho is quite literally her just waiting for death to take her in a pile of ashes.

which, i should remind everyone, is actually pretty damn close to what happens to gregor's literary counterpart at the end of the metamorphosis. gregor samsa experiences one final breaking point that pushes him over the edge and makes him decide to just wait for starvation to take him.

gregor and sancho both consider themselves to no longer be human, something which sancho goes out of her way to highlight repeatedly throughout the canto and gregor is quick to get defensive on her behalf for when outis starts really tearing into her

sancho spends quite a lot of this story denying herself the joys of community and friendship, despite knowing that, even with the rest of the sinners frequently making jokes at her expense and outright insulting her, they were things that she desperately craved.

and, while this is getting into my "outis is a red herring meant to distract us from gregor's eventual betrayal" theorizing, i also think it's worth noting for this discussion that sancho's fellow kindreds, her family, all seem to be under the impression that she dislikes them and ultimately her departure was an act of betrayal

and that, despite gregor being one of LCB's resident mood makers and attempted conflict de-escalators, one of the sinners that's most prone to making appeals to the bonds they've all forged together, only him and faust remained silent during everyone's speech

so yeah, i think there's quite a lot of little details and hints building up to the reveal that gregor's not quite as fond of everyone as he presents himself to be. i do think a lot of this ultimately comes down to gregor getting in the way of his own happiness, similarly to donqui, particularly because he's been frequently portrayed as something of a self fulfilling prophecy, especially by giving him as many christ allegories as they have by way of priest and garden of thorns. gregor is convinced that the rest of the sinners don't like him because he's not convinced anyone could like him, so he convinces himself that he hates them because why should he care if someone that he hates hates him too?

a lot of this ultimately ties back to my personal interpretation of what happens in the metamorphosis as well as my own theories regarding all the times gregor has made weird callbacks and references to lobcorp and ruina, but yeah. i think about this guy and his deeper characterization a fairly normal amount, i think.

to end this off i'll highlight one of my favorite little "gregor is fucking seething and trying so hard to keep it cool" moments, in the credits CG for c7 we see rodya teasing him by drawing a little horse on his window and actively pointing and laughing at it, which gregor really doesn't seem all too pleased about.

i personally think this ties into the other cruel part of sansón forcing gregor to play rocinante, which is the more literal "he's actually just straight up playing rocinante" side of things. gregor was quite literally made to play something less than human, less than even animal really, as he was reduced to nothing more than the shoes don quixote wore as she got to play the leading role. sansón directly makes jokes about gregor being nothing more than shoes in the play twice, which adds to this reading, i think.

this, imo, really plays into the adaptation of the metamorphosis! i've seen a lot of readings for the book that posit that, despite being the protagonist, gregor samsa can't really be considered the main character due to nearly everything he experiences in it being used to further his family's character development at his expense, which i think fits nicely with limbus gregor seemingly having the most said about him through indirect means by holding him up to other characters. also it's rodya carelessly making fun of His Big Major Insecurities™ again like she did in c1 which i always find fun. rodya i love you but god you're the worst.

[sw33tsummerchild]

Possibility Of Afterlife For Remmick?

I rewatched Sinners the other day and couldn't help notice how Remmick's death scene had some significance to it. Sure it was a cool, plus badass death scene for sure, but I believe there's some subtext underneath. I mean c'mon, the Irish tune beginning to play as he stares into the sunset and then as he bursts into flames before the flame swirls up into the sky. THE SKY, UPWARDS! My immediate thought was the afterlife or some sort of heaven? Maybe even reunited with his ancestors at last, hence the music of his ancestors/culture playing at this moment. It was significant since none of the other vampires had that, they just burned alive. And sure, they all only just got turned that night so maybe its also the fact Remmick is far older and far more powerful then the rest. But its just the fact his fire, his literal essence went up into the sky.

Now here's the thing, I know the whole being a vampire lore means his soul is trapped on earth after death. Annie said they were unable to reunite with their ancestors in the afterlife because they are stuck here. But Vamps can die obviously, so I did a tad bit of research.

Now there is a ton of theories of what happens to vamps after they die ranging to the most obvious, their soul simply ceases to exist, to being sent to purgatory, Damnation/hell or even having their soul judged based on how they lived as a vampire and as a human. So did Remmick get an afterlife? Was he able to reunite with his ancestors at last? It was just a little thought, specifically because we can see his essence being taken up rather than normally burning to death. I know most tiny details and choices in Sinners have a lot of thought and consideration behind them since Ryan Coogler is literally a stickler for details. Just a thought though since I also loved Remmick as a villain since he's more complex than what most portrayals of vampires in modern media are.

Well, if you read all this thanks! And honestly please let me know your thoughts on this!!

-Willow

[firstservepercentage]

a (sketchy) Carlos+Jannik+Holger Star Trek AU nobody asked for

[geeklikeagirlstudios]

Hazbin Hotel Theory

So just saw the new Hazbin Hotel trailer, and already our editor is coming up with theories. The main one is that Vaggie is NOT a sinner, but not a fallen angel either. Rather, she theorizes that Vaggie is a current angel soldier sent down undercover as a sinner by Adam so to weaken Hell/Lucifer through Charlie, only to eventually doubt her mission and "fall" for Charlie. We looked at her kinda crazy when she told us this, only for her to point out several things...

When Charlie sings confidently that she will get Heaven to back her plan to save the sinners, Vaggie is suddenly startled. She holds her head as if unsure what to say, but she also looks as if she knows something that Charlie doesn't.

She proceeds to try and get Charlie to stop for a moment, but when Charlie proceeds to continue on that there was no way she could ruin things, Vaggie looks more concerned and to remind Charlie that it was JUST A MEETING with the angels.

Vaggie continues to point out that this whole thing could be bad as if indicating that she didn't think that Charlie should go. This caused Charlie to pause and reassure Vaggie, which only seems to cause her to give Charlie what looks like a strained smile. Vaggie still seemed concerned as Charlie continued her number, and proceeded to insist that Charlie not sing to the angels. Now this could just be her knowing that not everyone likes the singing numbers, but our editor says it could also be that she knows what to expect from the angels and that Vaggie would know for a fact that singing wouldn't help if she were aware of the angels' mindset going into the meeting before hand.

2) Vaggie's apparently a "moth-demon" sinner, but when you compare her design to the other demons she really doesn't look like the usual sinners do, but:

1) Her hair shape almost resemble angel wings/robes (In Adam's case)

2) Her hair bow faintly resembles horns in some angles which the angels have

3) Her X-out eye is the same as the angel exorcists, only on the opposite side - which, conviniently, we notice the leader of the exorcists' face is completely unseen during the pilot episode. She also has a very similar build to all the exorcists.

There are other things she said makes her believe that Vaggie is a double agent from heaven, but these were the main points. And yes, she knows what Vizzipop originally planned and said about the character, but given that the show was purchased by A24, there's a possibility that some characters could have complete overhauls to their backgrounds and character plots from what was originally planned. What do you think? Could she be on to something???

[procyonloser]

I know Vivziepop likes a lot of fanart of varying different ships even the definitely not going to be canon kind in any way shape or form.

But other people have pointed out she's liked virtually no art of sinner Adam...so seeing her like a picture of Adam and Roo as a ship just feels odd enough it's making me hmmmmm.

[longcastshadow]

Something I've been thinking about. I think we've got a good chance of Adam content for S2. It may not be Sinner Adam, but going over the meta stuff.

In the interview, Viv said, "Alex did the voice again." But wouldn't confirm if it was a flashback, or him coming back, etc.

Well we know from that comicon panel that S2 recording was already wrapped right before S1 premiered. Ergo, the only reason Alex Brightman would have been recording more Adam would be for S2. It can't have been for S3 or 4, those hadn't even been greenlit yet.

So, odds are high for more of our boi in S2 I think! Just hope it's not ONLY a flashback...

[pelagic-crimson]

I kinda love canned memories as a concept and I really feel like they'll be really relevant. On a metatextual level, I also think we might get a scenario where other works of literature are mentioned (like Ishmael having The Old Man and the Sea to contrast obsessions and tact) and like, the work of french literature - Proust's In Search of Lost Time - is all about how we store and recall memories and how they define us as people and would make such a good parallel in a district capable of giving you a madeleine moment on demand. Big ramble incoming sorry

Given how his text does describe how he does seem to experience things differently on even a basic sensory level and his N+H ID doesn't mentioned canned memories but does mention him being drugged via more conventional methods, I wonder if it's almost the opposite and canned memories don't work properly on him (in like a 'so incompatibly overwhelming he can't get anything from them' way), leading him to put such an emphasis on real lived ones as a way of trying to keep up with his district's obsession with the human experience and acting as another way he's incompatible with society.

Either way, while maybe not like final boss territory, I definitely feel like canned memories will make an appearance in his main plot because it would neatly deal with a few things that are big plot points in his text but just, don't really matter in The City. Like how his and Marie's relationship isn't really a big deal anymore - sex outside of wedlock or just being promiscuous in general probably isn't a big deal at all in The City but I could see society in district 14 using canned memories as a substitute for an actual relationship/sex because it lacks the messiness of reality which is what he gets shamed for (it would also give PM a way to still keep Raymond as a pimp but still serve as a contrast, but I'm not sure they'll do that just in general).

I feel like there's also a good chance it could replace the entire Christian funerary rite/not wanting to open the coffin thing for his mother. She's turned into a canned memory (which neither of them want but still happens) which he refuses to open which is considered Weird and Disrespectful. He doesn't know much about her or what she was thinking, but now he does have a way of knowing. I don't think he'd willingly do that, but I could see something like that being used against him in court to horrifyingly traumatic ends, or to contrast what Dante picks up of his memories.

Also canned memories are tied to the suicide booths and he's from a philosophy where the main question is "why not kill yourself?". Not entirely sure how they'd work that into the story but like philosophically? Lotta potential there.

Also looking at other sinners...Outis' lotus Eaters geographically takes place in North Africa next to Algeria in Tunisia. Y'know, the group of people trapped in their own happiest memories. I doubt her and Meursault have any plot relation, but it would be a really interesting parallel given they already have a few other parallels.

LIMBUS THEORY WOOOO

So I have a Canto 10 (Meursault) theory.

In my friend group, we've been making jokes abt how the final boss of ca. 10 is gonna be The Voice (since the character has thematic ties to the sun), but I do actually have a theory for something that could happen? Albeit, it's unrelated to any final boss or main antag. More-or-less, I think Meursaults chapter will have ties to the "canned experience" stuff, since he seems to want to experience the joys of the world for himself. I get the feeling that since he was once employed by N Corp, he might know about how canned experience was made, didn't like it for some reason, and left, maybe valuing it as "not truly experiencing something". Do I have anything to back this up? No

[thisiswasp]

Remmick & The Celtic Hare

Before Remmick arrived in America in 1911, he must have terrorized Ireland and other European countries for over a millennium in search of a Filí (or any cultural equivalent of talented, veil-piercing musicians). Maybe his search didn’t amount to anything. People might have suspected what he was, so he left before they could act on it, or perhaps some European vampire hunters chased him away, forcing him to flee. So, he set off to the U.S. on the Celtic Hare, along with his fellow Irish immigrants. When it arrived in Boston, it was a ghost ship. 

“Upon boarding, they found blood-soaked decks, burned remnants and a haunting silence. There were no survivors, and no bodies to be found.”

“Witnesses reported seeing strange flickering lights, and hearing music as if an Irish celebration had been taking place on the ship the night prior as it approached.”

“But the festivities must have turned to horror. The ships cabins were destroyed, and scorched furniture lay scattered— only signs of brutal violence and fire remained.”

“As workers approached, a local woman claimed to have seen a lone man fleeing the scene, his skin reportedly smoking as he disappeared into the shadows.”

This happened over a few days or weeks, in between days and nights. He must have picked them off one by one, turning them to join his vampire hivemind, to keep them on his side and under his control. It seems impractical; however, he would’ve been outnumbered by humans who may have figured out how to stop him, and revolt. He could also keep tabs on the other survivors through the hivemind. It’s clear the human passengers fought their hardest, but to no avail. Eventually, the vampires outnumbered the survivors. I’m sure some of the passengers didn’t want to turn, maybe they jumped off the ship. By the end it was full of vampires, and they burned up before arrival.

I still wonder if there was a Filí on that ship, though.

Or maybe he just got hungry, and everything went to hell.

Imagine setting sail to start your new life in America, but you're unfortunate enough to board a ship with an ancient vampire, and the trip becomes a survival horror simulator.

Jack O’Connell was so much fun to watch in this. Remmick is one of my favorite villains, a mass-murdering vampire cult leader with a messiah complex, he offers a twisted version of everlasting life and cloaks his selfish needs and desires under a veil of altruism.

[booksonlyburninhell]

Dating Baby Saja HCs (SFW)

Felt like adding my 2 cents to Baby's characterization. Here's hoping there's a sequel or prequel that adds to the boys.

Some theories I'll be aligning with for this is that the saja boys (not Jinu) are the same boys from the shady dr.'s office photo, meaning they're younger demons who were already a struggling band before coming to work under Gwi-Ma.

His OG wish was to be famous with his friends, but it's. . . boring? Exhausting? He's not sure how to explain it but unless he's actively performing he's too emotionally tired to care about the fans anymore. Something about performing to people he's going to eat takes all the noy out of it. His only real energy comes from hanging with his friends and you, even if your time together is mostly naps since Jinu runs them so ragged with all their performances.

He lost most of his sense of taste after becoming a demon, so spicy food is his favorite since it's one of the few flavors he can taste. That is until he rediscovers candy. Be prepared to constantly have suckers, lollipops, and tootsie rolls on you because this boy be snack'n.

He genuinely loves performing, but creating songs ment to drag more people to hell isn't fulfilling. He'll work on little personal pieces (sometimes rap, sometimes not) and show them to you, but refuses to show the group in fear they get used in service of Gwi-Ma.

His spare time is limited, but when he's free he REFUSES to talk about work. No dancing or costumes. If you know he's a demon he'll shed the human disguise too. He wants to watch funny videos and cuddle with you and not think about returning to hell. He'll still sing sometimes under his breath, or some random beat will make him talk in a near-rap (faster with a loose rhythm, but not really fast enough to be called singing) for a bit. It's habit at thise point.

Which brings me to my hot take, Baby does not match his baby persona for the band. At least he didn't before the demon deal. The fact that he does now is a complete coincidence. Irl he was cocky and mischievous but also incredibly shy and introverted. Meme lord supreme over here, and is the only one in the group who knew/used Reddit. Looking back he feels like a try hard who clearly didn't know what he wanted in life.

After the deal though he started indulging in human life like his life depended on it. Soft fabrics instead of leather and metal, sweets instead of sinner's souls. He'll happy perform to keep his luxuries, and he barely speaks anyway so playing the baby of the group is fine with him. (Yes he's the smallest and the youngest and loves piggie back rides but don't tell anyone ok?)

He's the lyricist and yes his puns are intentional. He's constantly whispering jokes to you in private, even if you're alone. Hell is surprisingly loud and crowds aren't his thing, but he wants his jokes heard regardless. Sarcasm and deadpan jokes are his favorites. If you two witness anything even remotely funny together his lips will be at your ear in seconds, trying to make you laugh.

His guilt and shame stem from using his lyrical talents for ads or stuff he was never passionate about. Being a star was never his goal, just expressing himself with his friends. He didn't care that they weren't successful until he fell into poverty, then performing for cash became his everything. Now though he's falling in love with music again, and having you as his only "real fan" helps.

He switches between the blanket and the little spoon when cuddling, depending on how self conscious he's feeling about being "the baby" that day.

He absolutely REFUSES to let the group know you exist. Everyone knows about how Jinu is dating stalking Rumi and joke about it relentlessly. Gwi-Ma forbid they found out about you. He loves his friends, but Baby will keep you to himself thank you very much.

His shame is the biggest problem in the relationship honestly. His wish was to make money, to be so famous he would never want for anything else again. So his shame is the inverse. He's the least popular of the Saja Boys, the least shipped with people, the least loved.

The voices whisper to him constantly about him not deserving any of it. He didn't care when he was alive, not really, so why would anyone care about him now? It haunts him a little, and in these moments he'll try to push you away. He doesn't deserve you or your affection, not when being with him might drag you to the other side of the Honmoon. Still you hold him in these moments, cradle him in your arms and pepper him with kisses. It quiets the voices a little.

Basically make sure you shower this boy in love when you can. Words of affirmation and quality time are the best combatants to his shame.

He loves you so so much. In all his indulgences are yours if you want them. Wear his clothes, eat his food, he doesn't mind. He makes you pay for it in kisses.

You are forbidden from listening to the Saja Boys music. They are literally siren songs meant to pull in souls and you are not allowed to be their fan. You listened to SodaPop ONCE when you two met and never again. He actively refuses to let you come to a single concert or signing. At first you don't understand why your boyfriend doesn't want your support, but the second he trusts you with his true nature you avoid his group like the plague. Drowning out Saja Boys with other Kpop or even rock and metal music helps you stay in control of yourself.

You two met at one of the Saja Boys pop-up performances. He noticed you in particular because you were the only one not dancing to SodaPop, not until his rap section. Then you stopped when it did. The rest of the song sounded too much like an ad jingle to you. Too much like a purposeful earworm.

Still the idea that someone liked his piece and only his piece sent him spiraling. Like you were his fan, not a member of the pride. He immediately understood why some bands broke up and went solo. The personalized affection was like a drug, and he started seeking you out at every popup.

He didn't find you. At least not until he'd given up. It was an other coincidence actually. Baby had been walking through his old neighborhood. He'd just wanted one last look at his first apartment, the one where he'd survived off ramen and chips and spent hours practicing with his friends. Lo and behold you were the new tenant, decorating the place in a way that Baby never would have thought to, but still hiding your spare key in the same spot by the door. You talked for hours, bonding over snacks, the apartments little oddities (one of the windows is painted shut, why you two have no idea). Baby was smitten.

You both work to keep your relationship secret, if for no other reason than the fans might tear your head off for dating a Kpop star. That and his band members might eat you. That one in all honesty is a good reason.

An average date will start with him strolling into your apartment like he owns it (since he did once) and flopping down on your bed or couch. He'll vent for a bit before realizing he sounds like an imposition and go quiet. You'll feed him and kiss him and it'll slowly coax him into speaking again. Then you get to decide what you actually do together. If you can ever pry yourselves out of your cuddle knot that is.

[pinkaditty]

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AND you're cooking up a Subaru fic???!?!!? YOU'RE SPOILING US SO MUCH THANK YOUUUU

Visions (Yan!Perv!Subaru Kagami x Reader; Tokyo Debunker)

ok its finally here holy shit wht ther ufckkckckkc

also THANK YOUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO GLAD U LIKE THE WORKS YIPPEE!!!!!!!!

a/n: i went 2 bed the night after writing starstruck coral and woke up thinking about how touching you is how yan!perv!subaru would keep tabs on you. is this deranged and out of pocket? maybe. but was this real as fuck? ab-so-fucking-lutely. anyways. admittedly not the biggest fan of yandere characters unless they’re the harmless-type, stalker-type, or worship-type yandere yk? they’re strangely possessive and slightly stalker-y ish? maybe the occasional sabotage of a love rival perhaps.  they don’t kill anybody, just get really jealous. which. kinda suits subaru. 

2 explain a little bit. i buy in2 the theory that subaru is NOT nearly as innocent as he portrays himself and purposely puts that image forward 2 fool others. i like 2 think he won’t let go of it, even when caught, bc its the best way 2 weasel out of things. i also think that, 2 an extent, it is actually genuinely a piece of his personality and how he genuinely acts, so the act is harder 2 see through bc it seems so,,, like him, if u will. 

summary: you want subaru. subaru has a reputation to uphold.

cw: voyeurism via psychometry??, masturbation, breaking and entering, creepy, weird, perv and yan behavior idk idk. also editing was rushed sorry!

WARNING: the ending 2 this is like. kinda crazy. at least 2 me idk! i wrote it like "wow this heat" but idk tumblr might not like it! u've been warned.

Subaru is the type to hide from his desires, despite how strongly they pester him. He belittles himself by convincing himself that such things are improper, corrupt, and shameful, and that indulging in them would taint his proper, innocent, humble manner. To him, he must keep up the perfect, trimmed, clean, graceful exterior in tandem with his placid, unassuming, and polite demeanor. It is the only way to conduct himself. So, he hides from that which would shake his precariously balanced mask, even goes as far as to express discomfort when exposed to things that are supposed to be outside his comfort zone, even if they are things he’s long been aware of or indulgent in. He refuses his naturally decadent tendencies and strives to upkeep his gentleness. 

In truth, he knows what he is. A hedonistic sybarite. A guilty heathen. A depraved sinner. These titles haunt him, constantly at the back of his mind, reminding him of the consequences of indulgence and the rewards of self-control. He holds these reminders close to his heart. He will not flinch. He will not falter. He will not break.

And then you happened to be one of the first people to know about the truth of his stigma. He supposes he can pin the onset of his downfall there. 

As pretty as you were, and as perverted as he was, he had already grilled it into his mind that desires of the flesh were not worth faltering for, not if he was to keep being perfect. You were easy to brush aside at first, his focus trained on maintaining his carefully crafted personality. All was well until he mistakenly touched your hand one day. 

You’d been over for tea and sweets at Hotarubi. The gentle sounds of rain against the window and light chatter of Zenji made for the perfect ambience. Haku was off on a mission, but Subaru and Zenji were there, enough to keep you company. Subaru is pleased to listen to Zenji’s lamenting poetry, and smile apologetically at you for his ramblings. He’s astonished at how well you seem to fall for his mask. There were times where even Haku had seen past it, not that the other man had much room to comment on it. He smiles to himself, seemingly unassuming, thinking you’re rather naive for a cursed girl. He makes the mistake of slipping off his glove and reaching for a sweet while looking at Zenji, not wanting to get any crumbs on his gloves. He freezes when he feels your hand brush against his, images flashing before his eyes, layering over his vision. 

To your credit, you flinch backwards, apologizing profusely. He notes his expression must appear dazed, because you add on: “You must’ve seen my busy morning, huh?” You chuckle to yourself, smiling apologetically. “Sorry again, Kagami.”

He shakes his head, the vision finally subsiding, blinking to restore his normal sight. “It appears to have been stressful. I see why you stopped by.” He crafts a welcoming smile, a small, trembling voice, and an overwhelmed undertone in his expression. Judging by your slight bow, it’s perfect, and fools you. 

He hides his darkening expression behind his teacup, pretending the smile dropping from his face so abruptly is simply so he can blow on his tea. Zenji returns to his rambling after checking on Subaru, ensuring he was well. Subaru mulls over what he had seen. He’d seen a busy morning indeed, full of the Frostheim King’s demands, the pestering of an uptight paralegal, and a fair bit of hounding by many other overzealous ghouls. But he had also seen how you relieved said stress. Fingers dipping underneath your skirt, in the privacy of your own dorm. He’d heard your soft mewls, seen your hand dripping with essence. He felt like, if it had lasted longer, he’d have felt your plush skin, tasted your dripping heat. 

He curses himself for such thoughts, resisting the crease in his brow that threatened to form. He hoped his next sip of tea was bitter and cold as a punishment for his minute indulgence, a reminder of the path he had set himself to. But when he tips the cup back and the liquid reaches his tongue, it’s warm. It’s sweet. It’s tempting. The sticky remnants of the honey used to sweeten it seem to cling to his throat. This was not punishment. The reminders he held close to his heart dimmed for only a moment. 

Then he was the picture of elegance again, smiling sweetly as Zenji laughed, pretending his friend was the source of his joy. 

The following weeks, despite the sweetness of his indulgence and the temptation rumbling within him, he convinced himself it was only a fluke. It was nothing more than a minor accident, and he couldn’t allow a minor accident to tarnish his clean slate. He had to keep these desires hidden. Yet and still, the vision plagues him, hidden in the deeper corners of his subconscious. He can still see it quite clearly, can almost feel the exact sensations you felt, can almost taste the cloying allure that seemed to saturate the entirety of the vision every time he replayed it in his head. It takes him a while to snap out of it when the vision plays in his mind’s eye. His eyes will become clouded, his breathing will become labored, and his fingers will twitch as he struggles to keep up his restraint. He remains successful, and such bouts of desire only happen in privacy, but he has a gnawing feeling that even remembering the vision is a form of indulgence in itself.

Despite his efforts to not think about it, the vision returns, and he feels shame and anger begin to make their presence known. This was not proper. It was unbecoming of him to allow something to swim in his head so persistently, especially something made to tempt him. He can hardly stand to have a normal conversation with you. Not that it’s your fault, rather that it’s his for succumbing to the wiles you may have inadvertently and unknowingly used on him. He decides that the only way to rid himself of the previous vision is to have another one of you. Maybe he’ll have a vision of a gross habit or something generally unattractive, and perhaps that would neutralize his fixation on your stress-relief techniques. It would be a gamble, but it was an option nonetheless.

He invites you for lunch again with him and Lyca, outside on one of the balconies on campus. It’s relatively warmer, fresh breeze combing through the trees and open windows. Days like this brought a large crowd, which meant it would be no problem to go unnoticed if needed. He sits quietly on a bench, Lyca leaning into his right side, drooling over his lunch but patiently waiting to dig in. Subaru finds himself awaiting your arrival a little too eagerly for his tastes. This would have to end soon. 

He finally spots you from afar, carrying a brown box that Sho usually packed his lunches in. He smiles as you approach and holds up his own brown box, his eyes crinkling with mirth. “It seems we had the same idea.” Effortlessly, he turns on the inferiority complex charm, hurriedly apologizing. “Ah, I apologize for not properly communicating with you. We could have waited in line together.”

You smile and shake your head, reassuring him with a quick  “It’s no problem, really,” and plopping down on Subaru’s other side. He notes the distance you leave between your bodies and lets his displeasure swim in his gaze before returning to a placid smile. 

Lyca barely spends a moment greeting you before digging into his meal, forgetting once again to use his utensils. Subaru sighs fondly before smiling at you and returning to his own meal. He is the epitome of grace, carefully bringing his chopsticks to his mouth, demurely flicking his tongue against his lips to lick up any excess sauce, and chewing so soundlessly you wouldn’t be able to tell. Not a single hair is out of place. Something about feeling your gaze on him fills him with pride and dread simultaneously. Could enjoying the attention of someone he actively attempts not to crave be considered an indulgence? 

Lyca suddenly begins hacking next to Subaru, alarming him. Immediately, Subaru assumed it was because he'd practically inhaled his food. He rubs a gentle hand on Lyca’s back until the coughing subsides as you watch with concern. Lyca looks up with a frown, grumbling in frustration about his coughing fit. 

When Lyca looks up, sauce and bits of rice are stuck to his cheeks. Subaru has to stifle a laugh, pretending to clear his throat instead, smiling fondly at Lyca. He reaches for his handkerchief, about to help Lyca clean up. When he doesn’t find it in his internal pockets, his confusion grows, searching his other pockets for it. It seems he didn’t have it. He looks back up to Lyca, wondering how he was going to clean him up without any napkins. Lyca looks back at him quizzically. “What? Is there something on my face?”

Subaru sighs and shakes his head. “Hold still, Lyca.” He begins to pull one of his gloves off, not wanting to get sticky residue all over them. It’s when he just manages to slide the glove halfway off that you reach forward, pushing his hand down. 

“Here, let me.” Subaru glances towards you as you reach towards Lyca, keeping your other hand on Subaru’s wrist. Your thumb brushes against his palm, and something about the action strikes Subaru as deliberate before he is thrust into another vision again. 

Another busy morning—nothing out of the ordinary. A red-headed ranger and his pet held most of your attention today, a certain slacker lagging far behind. Moving back and forth between classes and dorms, getting cases signed, all seemed relatively normal…

At least until he sees you, lying on your bed, laptop propped open, watching a rerun of one of his old shows. He can’t tell if he blushes or not, but he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. 

He feels himself freeze up as you smile wider, watching him twirl across the stage. The vision begins to fade, but his confusion remains at a peak. Had you heard of him before? Were you a fan? If so, why hadn’t you shown any indication of knowing him prior? 

If you were a fan, this was mortifying. If you weren’t a fan but were simply doing research, that would be different. He couldn’t quite label it, but it felt… strange? He thinks back to when you first met him and remembers the lack of surprise on your face seeing him there. You couldn’t possibly be a fan. Which left him to wonder why you were watching reruns of his old shows in your free time. And, why had the way you’d brushed your thumb against his palm felt deliberate?

When he comes to, he finds both you and Lyca staring at him with concern. He idly notes he’s out of breath and his forehead feels damp.

“Suba. Are you okay?” Lyca peers at him curiously, curling his fingers into Subaru’s jacket sleeve.

Subaru finds it hard to so much as look in your direction, so he turns to Lyca, donning a simple, yet overwhelmed smile. “I’m fine. Just another vision, that’s all.” He manages to force the words out between pants, slowly catching his breath and blinking to stop the world from spinning. He had too much to think about to focus on appearing prim and proper any longer. What was that vision? 

When you pipe up, despite himself, Subaru turns towards you a little too fast. “Ah, I’m sorry, Kagami! I hadn’t realized I’d touched you.” Your face and voice appear apologetic, your eyes shining with pity. To anyone else, this would appear genuine. To Subaru, however, it was anything but. Something about the twinkle in your eyes screamed revelry rather than regret. 

He matches your expression, friendly and forgiving externally, with tension and excitement in his eyes. “It's no problem. Please, don't trouble yourself worrying for me.”

Lunch remains uneventful from then on, but even the prickling of your gaze isn't enough to draw him away from the rumbling in his mind.

He wakes up, staring upwards at his dorm room ceiling. It had been a few days since the incident, but he'd hardly been able to rest at all. 

His plan had backfired. It only served to worsen his mood. His initial urge encouraged him to blame it on you—his lack of rest, his inability to focus, his slipping facade. It was your fault, somehow. He had to keep you in line, somehow. You were threatening the carefully constructed status quo he had given himself and convinced everyone else of. 

He suddenly falters, common sense catching up with his wayward thoughts. It wouldn't very well be proper to do anything remotely threatening, especially to the honor student. He frowns up at his ceiling, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. A sickening feeling bubbles up in his stomach again as the visions revive themselves in his vulnerability, swarming his thoughts. This time, instead of chasing them away, he lets them settle. Maybe he'd find answers within the visions. It should be okay—so long as he didn't indulge. The images play in his mind—you, touching yourself, and you, watching videos of his old shows—and part of him feels the strange urge to draw a flimsy connection between the two. Despite himself, his mind wanders. Without realizing it, his hand begins to slowly travel downwards. 

Had you ever touched yourself to thoughts of him? Had you felt the urge to do so when you watched him dance across that stage? Or, was it only a coincidence? But if it was, what was your goal? If his assumptions about you doing this intentionally were even correct, that is. So many questions swam around his head. His breathing picks up and his face and neck begin to feel warm. The images and self-indulgent assumptions of his didn't help. His imagination ran wild with the things you would have done to yourself while watching him, dreaming of him, wanting him. He finds himself squeezing his thighs together and screwing his eyes shut tight. 

Any sort of relief in any form would do him good now, he thinks. He feels himself begin to tremble, his skewed brain focusing more and more on the idea of you touching yourself to thoughts of him. He imagines how it would look. Maybe you’d have your laptop propped open before you, marveling at his flexibility and physical prowess. Maybe you would be mesmerized by the way decorated fabrics would swish around his form. Maybe all these things were attractive to you, and you’d let your own imagination run wild—pinning him down, exploring the angled planes of his body, testing his flexibility as you saw fit—he’d be eager to prove himself to you. He imagines how his name would sound—mewled, moaned, or screamed—all in your voice, from your lips. He licks his lips to prevent his own from taking the shape of your name, silencing himself with an audible groan. Hearing the hunger and desperation in a single groan stops him in his tracks. He blinks awake from his hazy state, shivering in horror as he realizes he’d been palming himself, his hand moments from wrapping around his cock through his pants. He yanks his hand away from himself, turning over in bed and pulling his comforter over his head. He grinds his teeth together, his hands running through his hair and gripping his bangs out of frustration. He’d just been self-indulgent, nearly going as far as touching himself to thoughts of you. His mind swims with reminders of the consequences of self-indulgence, the path it would lead him down if he continued to crave. He bites his tongue, trying to relieve himself of the focus his brain was lending to his rock hard length. He attempts to control his breathing, inhaling and exhaling shakily at a pace he had practiced for years before. It doesn’t work, not in the way he would like it to. He’s barely managed to get a few breaths in before his alarm sounds next to his bed, reminding him of the time. His eyes fly open and he cannot resist the rage that courses through him. He rises to a seated position, exhaustion contributing to his frustration and anger. He reaches for his alarm, grasping it firmly in his hand. He is about to hurl it across the room, his rapidly increasing rage at himself, at you, at his inability to indulge nearly consuming him. 

But, wait. He pauses, blinking blearily as realization washes over him. This was no way to act. Shame overtakes him as he glances back at the alarm he holds in his hand. His grip falters and the alarm slips in his grasp. Slowly, he lowers his arm, and gently places the alarm back on his desk, silencing it with a dainty tap. He sits upright, folding his hands in his lap. Acting with anger was unacceptable. If the glass of his alarm were to shatter on the ground, someone would have surely come running, and witnessed the fury that twisted his expression, his arm positioned after a throw, and his still obvious hardened length. No, he couldn’t have that happen. There were better ways to carry himself. The reminder rings true in his head. Anger will not go without consequence. Indulgence will not go without consequence. Deviation from his carefully crafted mask will not go without consequence. What was acceptable, at best, was a slightly creased brow and an endearingly exhausted pout, seemingly unintentional. After a deep breath, he morphs his expression to just that, even pairing it with a quiet sigh. Perfect. Now, to keep this up for the rest of the day. 

He was long due for a more thorough reminder of where rage and indulgence had gotten him before. The growing frustration at his near indulgence stokes an urge to bite his lip, but he resists, remaining the picture of elegant, endearing, even adorable exhaustion. He could not allow his anger to show. 

He would not flinch. He would not falter. He would not break. Not even for you. 

When he walks out of his dorm room to greet the day, he ensures he is nothing less than the picture of perfection, besides a tired expression and a pout to go with it. Today would be another day to take in stride. Surely he could handle your meddling. He couldn’t allow you to be a threat anymore. 

So, of course, when he walks into Hotarubi’s tea room, he does not allow himself to be shocked at your presence. Surprise flits across his face for just a moment before he quickly replaces it with a welcoming smile, ensuring his exhaustion still shines through. Haku, seated on the other side of the table next to Zenji with his legs spread out, waves. He clicks his tongue and frowns when he takes in Subaru’s appearance.

“Sheesh, looks like a rough night. You okay?” Haku tilts his head towards Subaru, and Zenji does the same. You twist around to look at him, and he doesn’t miss the emotion that looked suspiciously like satisfaction flickering across your gaze. 

“Good morning!” You also greet him with a wave, before your eyebrows dip in concern. “He’s right. Did you sleep at all?”

Subaru puts his hands up in false surrender, his welcoming smile reducing itself to a timid, nervous one. “I’m fine, I promise. I simply had some trouble staying asleep.” Technically, that wasn’t entirely a lie. When Haku nods in understanding after studying him for a moment longer and you look back towards your tea, Subaru sighs with relief internally. 

Zenji is playing his biwa today, reciting some of his favorite childhood stories, with occasional commentary from Haku. Subaru finds himself relaxing into the comfortable atmosphere despite having most unfortunately been seated next to you. He supposes, so long as the distance between the two of you remained, there would be no issues. He would not allow himself to yearn for a close to the gap. 

This time, he’s clever. He finds no excuse to take off his gloves, instead opting to use a napkin to pick up any sweets.  He ensured before leaving his room that his collar was high and his sleeves were low. The only skin showing on his body was that of his upper neck and face, and any such contact to those areas would not go unnoticed, especially if deliberate. He allows himself a minor burst of pride, thankful for his own diligence. He was on the way to going down the proper path once again. 

He’s chewing on his final pastry before he’s off to pick up some tea from Benji and check on Lyca. Thankfully, he didn’t need to be seen by many people today, so he could use this opportunity to train himself to regain control over his expressions and emotions. You had a way with breaking down his walls, but that wouldn’t last much longer. At least, he thought so. He hears you giggle as Zenji is mid-story and feels you tap his shoulder. He turns to you, and with a wide grin on your face, you point to your cheek, indicating to him that he’s got something stuck on his. He starts, surprised that his poise had slipped enough for an imperfection, but simultaneously pleased that it was at least charming. Timidly, he reaches for his cheek with his gloves on, biding by his reminders and choosing to deal with the unsavory consequence of crumbs on his gloves in place of another slip-up regarding you. He brushes his fingers along his cheek, but he must have missed it, because you only giggle and indicate it’s still there, rubbing your finger back and forth along your own cheek. Subaru copies your movements, pulling back when he’s sure he’s gotten it off of his cheek. He frowns when he finds nothing on his gloves. He hears you giggle again and sighs internally, deciding to try one last time before giving up. However, he’s too late. He feels your fingers brush against his cheek, brushing away something that felt sticky rather than crumbly. He’d be grateful for the help if it weren’t for the fact that he was thrust into another vision the minute your fingertips touched his skin. 

When he’s thrust back into reality, he’s sweating, eyes wide and gaze unfocused. He glances at you, but that turns out to be a mistake. The frightened mask you’re wearing would’ve been impenetrable if not for the slight upwards quirk of your lips. He clenches his jaw and curses you under his breath, which is drowned out by your distressed cry. 

“Kagami!” You steady him with your arms, holding him up by his shoulders. Haku is already on his other side, watching Subaru’s face carefully. 

Subaru glances at Haku, whose frown deepens significantly. “Alright,” he stands, offering a hand to Subaru. “Let’s get you back to your room.”

Subaru doesn’t even protest, nor does he look back to glance at you. He simply wordlessly takes Haku’s hand and rises to his feet. Haku allows him to lean into his side as they make the trek back to his room, Haku shouting over his shoulder that he’d be back. 

Haku keeps Subaru steady as they walk back. Subaru’s mind swims with the vision he just saw.

Haku clears his throat. “If it’s not too much to ask, what’d you see?” Subaru can’t tell if Haku is asking this out of curiosity, concern, or both, but he indulges him anyway.

“A challenge.” His voice comes out somewhat strained. Technically, this isn’t a lie. But it’s not the whole truth, either. 

“Oh.” Haku frowns and raises a brow. “Is she in trouble?”

“No,” Subaru shakes his head, donning a reassuring smile and offering it to Haku. This might be a lie. “It seems it was all resolved. Just a little intense, that’s all.”

When Haku smiles in return, Subaru can tell he’s not wholly convinced, but he doesn’t ask any more questions, so Subaru doesn’t offer any more answers. 

He had seen a challenge, indeed. It was a challenge from you to him. What else could it have been? The images swim before his mind’s eye over and over and over again. Sweaty skin, panting breaths, raucous moans, his name on your tongue, and a purple dildo to tie it all together. He swallows harshly, feeling his body tense as the vision continues to play in his head. He can feel his half-hard cock prodding at his thigh, the stimulating vision enough to thrust him right back into his earlier predicament. 

Indulgence would ruin his plans. Anger would ruin his plans, Accepting this challenge would ruin his plans. And yet, he’s practically drooling at the visual of participating in the invitation you’d left for him. 

‘Desires of the flesh are not worth falling for,’ he reminds himself, thinking the same phrases repeatedly. He idly thinks of his continued heaving breaths and the warmth in his face from the vision. ‘There are consequences to indulgence. There are rewards to self-control.’

But were there any rewards to self-control as alluring, as satisfying, as deliciously saccharine sweet than what awaited him if he simply chose to let it all go, just this once? 

He mustn’t flinch. He mustn’t falter. He musn’t break. But, surely, so long as he didn’t allow himself to flinch, falter, and break permanently, it should be fine, right? Just this once, right?

His teeth dig into his bottom lip, keeping his pace steady as his mind churns. Perhaps indulging himself is what would remind him of why he chose the righteous path in the first place.

A smile begins to grow on his face. He had a plan.

He makes the final adjustments to the chair across from him and everything it held, ensuring everything was in place. He carefully shifts the teacups so that they are positioned perfectly in line with each saucer. He adjusts his tie, smoothes out the tablecloth, and takes his own seat. Everything was perfect. Now, to wait. 

He looks out the window beside him, basking in the dimming light of the roseate sunset, lavender, orange, and yellow blending to create a beautiful view. As prepared as he was for this, he also felt nerves and excitement working their way into his mood. He draws in a breath, reminding himself of the purpose of this endeavor, and releases it, strengthening his resolve. The peace he felt in this decision felt strangely fitting. After fighting it for so long, here he was, giving in to the very things he desired, performing the very show that could end in his fall from grace. But he clenches his fist, reminding himself that he will not fall forever. This was just a one-time thing, to set him back on the right path again. He hoped you would forgive his ambitions. 

Finally, he hears a lock click and the doorknob to the room turns. He sits up straighter, holding a cup of piping hot tea in his hand, looking the picture of warmth. 

He watches eagerly as you walk inside, your gaze rising to meet his. He only smiles wider when you freeze in shock, staring at him. He notes that confusion rises on your features rather than fear, as you twist the doorknob, wracking your brain to remember whether or not you’d locked the doors to the chapel before you left. Subaru waits patiently, swirling the tea in his hand. When you finally look back up at him, he sees suspicion swimming in your gaze. “How did you-”

“Ah, please don’t trouble yourself with the details.” Subaru cuts you off in the most polite voice he can muster. He projects his voice effortlessly, meeting your ears in a softened tone even from across the room. His tone is gentle, almost timid-like, but firm, leaving little room for questions. He places his teacup down in its saucer and rises to his feet, making his way over to you. His expression is open and his smile is kind and warm. And for once, it feels quite genuine to him. “I was wondering where you were.” He holds his gloved hands out for your bags, silently offering to put them away for you. After staring at his hands for a while, you relent, and he happily carries them to your desk in the far corner. He can feel your questioning gaze on him the entire way. It fills him with glee. 

He makes his way back to the table he’d set, standing behind the chair opposite to the one he was sitting on. He pulls it out from the table and gestures to it, warm smile on his face. “Please, sit down.”

If not for what was on the seat, this would seem the perfect polite invitation for tea. Subaru’s eyes were bright, his smile was soft, and his demeanor was polite and respectful. He watches you as you eye the seat warily, a crooked, nervous smile forming on your face. Your eyes flit back to him. He tilts his head upwards questioningly.

“Is it a show you want?” You gesture crudely towards the seat. Subaru only smiles, the look in his eyes darkening. It wasn’t a warning, rather a confession. The smile on your face read as nervous, but he could tell from the way your pupils were blown wide and your fingers were tapping the side of your thigh that you were more excited than you let on. 

When you made eye contact with him again, he looks at you expectantly, the expression on his face so open and gentle you would think he was asking for something innocent. He is satisfied when you finally nod, your teeth digging into your lips to hide the smile that threatened to grow. He watches your careful, slow steps towards the chair, your mouth open due to your excited, labored breathing. He, himself, has to bite his cheek out of excitement, not wanting to rush you. When you finally stand in front of the chair, your back to him, you simply reach behind yourself, hike up your skirt, pull your panties to the side, and slide yourself down the length of the purple dildo you’d used not too long ago. Once you’re as comfortably seated as you can be, Subaru tries not to smile wider and pushes the chair in, before walking back to his own seat, sitting across from you. 

You’re handling it better than he thought you would, and he commends you for that. He picks up his tea from the saucer, smiling at you. “Help yourself.” He kindly gestures towards your own teacup, steaming aromatic tea sweetened exactly how you like it right in front of you. Your hands have a slight tremble when you reach for your tea, but it doesn’t last long, Subaru notes. He makes eye contact with you, and you return his smile. Your face is flushed and your smile is trembling, and he’s sure if he bothered to look down, your legs would be, too. 

He takes a sip of his tea, deciding to stall for a little while longer, reveling in his success. You, however, voice other plans, speaking up to catch his attention. 

“Care to tell me what all this is for, Subaru?” The tremble in your voice would be unnoticeable to someone not as practiced as Subaru. He wonders just how many times you have used that dildo to not react so obviously. He bites his lip to stifle a smile from growing much wider.

“Ah…” His voice comes out surprisingly timid, and if not for the circumstances, even he would think this was a normal conversation. But the excitement that roils through him is too real to be imagined, and the boner he crossed his legs to hide was too genuine a reaction. He sips at his tea again before putting it down with a soft clink. He nervously wrings his fingers, his smile wavering. “I suppose this could be considered a confession, of sorts.”

“A confession?” The surprise is clear on your face, and you almost look relieved. “I thought I was due for a punishment or something.” You confess nervously, but Subaru hardly registers the tone in which you said it. 

“P-Punishment?” He looks taken aback and says the words almost incredulously, blinking at you with surprise. He exhales, frowning. “No, no, you’ve misunderstood me…” His tone falters back into his usual timid voice, and he shakes his head. His expression is apologetic and genuine. He reaches for his tea, probably as a way to keep his hands busy. “My real intention here…” He trails off, pursing his lips as a blush appears on his face. He felt nervous to admit this, but he reminded himself that this was for good reason. Excitement and heat pooled in his abdomen again, rising to his chest and neck as well. He could feel his heart pound against his ribcage, his breathing becoming heavy with anticipation. He looks towards you, summoning a small smile. “...Was to tell you that I’ll… stop resisting.”

He takes his final sip of tea and places his teacup down. He stands, moving to stand in front of your chair, kneeling down in front of you. He had been right earlier, he notes, observing how your legs were trembling and suppressing a small smile. Wordlessly, he loosens his tie just a little and undoes the first few buttons of his uniform shirt. He reaches upwards and silently holds out his hand for yours, looking up at you pleadingly. You gently place your palm in his, tremor still in your movements. 

“If you’ll have me…” He takes your hand and loops your fingers around the collar of his tie, pulling your wrist away from him so his neck would be forced to follow the pull. He bites his lip as he looks up at you, his visage the epitome of bliss, his lips curved upwards in an exhilarated smile, his eyes wide and pleading. 

“I’d like to know how you’d want me, Miss.”

ok CHALLENGE 4 ALL MY READERS PLEASE tell me what u would do 2 subaru in this situation. please. im so curious. if ur suggestions r good i might even be inspired 2 write a part 2 bc im already thinking abt it................

a/n: well. i hope that ending wasn't too scary! like i wrote it like "WOW" but. idk. im scared what if y'all hate it aaahhhhhhh!!! anyways. enjoy, please. i put so much work in2 this, truly, bc i really really wanted this 2 be good.

obligatory blurb that i love likes, BUT i mostly love comments, reblogs, and asks detailing how much you loved my work!!!!!! please please please let me know how much you loved the story! i cater 2 u and i want u all 2 enjoy it. knowing u do keeps me going <3

songs i listened 2 while writing this:

gold by britt nicole (accepting urself despite ur flaws... very ironic)

kiss it better by rihanna (physical lust fueling the reconciliation of a toxic relationship)

ecstasy by suicidal-idol (self-explanatory)

sweater weather by the neighbourhood (diminishing oneself, separating the dream from the person, yearning 4 something u cannot have)

taglist: @cupcakesmoothie @aayakashii @sunskosh @despairingy-obsessed @glamorousspoon @mmy-meow @dailyvahine @diluxama

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[hell-for-rent]

Bring back my boi!

Okay, so many people responded to my last post about this that I decided to just make a fresh one. XD

Okay so Viv dropped the fucking H-Bomb on Adam fans yesterday (while laughing the entire time) and MADE IT SOUND like he's dead forever. BUT I listened to her Adam bit in the full context and here's my interpretation of it:

(Jump to 1 hour and 23 minutes into the video to see the Adam bit)

So she's talking about how she had to kill Adam to make narrative sense, but IMMEDIATELY backtracks in trying to say "oh well you know fans can always AU them back."

She's trying to cover something, and I think I have an idea what she's trying to say. I think that killing Adam HAD to happen....for him to grow as a character.

Specifically when she says "If a character dies, it's not without a reason." And I think her aim is Sinner Adam. But to GET to that, she HAD to kill Adam as he is NOW. Sir Pen died and he got better in Heaven. Why wouldn't the same happen in reverse?

Yeah, Viv knows she said too much, she goes on Twitter every day so she's seen the shit storm. But I won't say Adam's gone forever given what it sounds to me like it's going on, on TOP of the sheer amount of fans BEGGING for him to come back.

Because I'd rather see a redemption arc for the Dickmaster than a spin-off with the Vees. Because what the fuck are the Vees even WORTH if they're just waving their brands around.

Anyways, if I'm wrong and she did erase Adam entirely, I'm only buying fan merch. If you want a content creator's attention, hit them in the wallet.

[knight-a3]

Hazbin Masterpost

Heavenbound Masterpost

Velvette, Social Media Doll

Velvette is fairly straightforward.

Notes under the cut

--Design Notes--

I designed her to look similar to a Bratz doll. She has articulated joints, and she hates when dirt and grime get in them. She can swap out pieces if they get damaged.

I don't like how many characters just don't have noses, so I gave her one. Same with ears.

Two pigtails was a bit much for her design, so I reduced it to a ponytail(her ponytail style was my favorite anyway)

Human: It is what it is. I don't have a ton to say about it.

--Backstory--

Raised by a single mother, she grew up both exploited and spoiled rotten as a child star. As she got older, she became a prominent online influencer herself, primarily surrounding fashion. She's either lesbian or bi, I haven't decided what I think suits her better.

Death theory- some crazed fan, abusive partner, or angry ex-partner. For maximum irony of her demon form, she was dismembered.

She's relatively new to hell(between 5 and 10 years), and rose to Overlord so quickly because Vox and Valentino took a liking to her almost immediately. Took her just a couple months to secure her foothold. She would have gotten to that status eventually on her own, due to her domineering personality. But without the Vees, she wouldn't be so securely at the top. The only other sinner to reach Overlord status so quickly was Alastor(he took a week to orient himself to the environment, then killed his first overlord and that was it), but he remained anonymous for a while, so he wasn't publicly recognized as one.

(edit notes will go here as needed)

[warblogs17282]

Sinsmas is coming out today! So let's quickly discuss what we know about the episode right now.

Vivzie's Bluesky Thread:

Things we learn from this thread:

There will be quite a long wait until the start of season three, but we will have closer releases of episodes, considering that the team wants to commit to a more traditional release. This also has double confirmed that season three has 15 episodes. Season three will also be 'bigger and better'.

We will be getting shorts during the wait until season three, I assume it'll be like last time where we get a short every single month.

And of course, we gotta prepare ourselves to go out with a BANG!

Sam Haft calls the episode 'PACKED!', meaning yet again we're in for a ride and a half, that's for sure.

Yea, all the confirmation I need that Octavia's song is going to absolutely destroy us all emotionally when we hear it, SAM HAFT WHAT DOES THIS MEAN, WHAT DOES THIS MEA-

Brandon's Instagram Story:

Transcript:

"I'm so anxious for the new helluva boss episode to drop. I went back and I've been rereading the script over and over and over and I don't read."

So we also have Brandon fanning the flames of our anxious waiting as well.

Right as I was in the middle of writing this post Vivzie said that she was doing the final checks on the episode, and that she's in constant awe of what the artists at Spindlehorse are capable of.

The sneak peek gif:

We see a sinner at the I.M.P office, and it looks like the entire I.M.P crew is going on a mission somewhere where it appears to be snowing and naturally has all of the Christmas decorations up as well.

Although I will admit, it kinda strikes me as weird that they'd just leave a sinner completely alone within the building, unless, of course, that there is someone else within the building, with the most likely candidate for that being Stolas, but that's just a theory I'm spitballing here. It does also raise the question of 'where the hell is Stolas during this scene anyways?'

Onto the other not-so-new things, it was confirmed by Sallie May's VA that she is appearing this episode. (The 'next month' is supposed to be 'this month', I think she said at a panel after the first short that she'd be appearing again before this year ends.)

The trailer scenes:

This scene where Stolas appears to be getting attacked by someone while Blitz protects him with some kind of sword, with the floor appearing to suggest that this takes place outside of formerly Stolas' palace, said attacker has been commonly theorized to either be Andrealphus or Paimon.

We see a frozen over version of formerly Stolas' palace in the background, considering the events of Mastermind it now appears like Andrealphus is defending the palace against whatever it is that he's looking at, not a hostile takeover that we assumed it would be initially.

We see Octavia during this scene, everything about this shot seems to suggest that Octavia is getting a song of her own this episode, with this further getting backed up by Sam Haft's response to "Sam what heartbreaking song did you write this time."

It's also very likely that the conflict between Stolas and Octavia reaches it's boiling point this episode, considering that Octavia says "You never loved mother and you don't love me. You love him!" at some point during the episode.

Finally, in the helluva 2022 trailer, we see a shot of Andrealphus (I think this is a beta design of him or something), standing in front of what looks like formerly Stolas' palace, with a bunch of what looks like ice in the background, placing this shot after Mastermind, meaning that this shot also takes place sometime during Sinsmas, if this scene wasn't scrapped.