#you can't deny the absolute chaos that was created

[jacksdreams]

And if i say "Hello, Bryce Quinlan. My name is Rhysand" had more impact than the entire crossover-

[wendichester]

SCREAMED WHEN I SAW YOUR DRABBLE FOR JENSEN ACKLES.

Can you write about Misha x actress!reader filming a makeout scene that's lowkey escalating into something more primal, and I mean primal. I'm speaking about dry humping, sloppy but feverish kisses, hair tugging, hands wandering and groping any silver of flesh, moaning and groaning, heavy breathing and so on and so forth.

And a tiny detail I would L O V E to read is the fact that they don't hear the director saying cut. They just keep going and create such an intense scene that makes them question things.👁👄👁

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 still rolling,

summary. drawing a line between character's chemistry and real life is so so hard. but you can't deny this is far from fictional.

pairing. misha collins x actress!reader genre. steamy / almost-smut ( mdni )

wordcount. 838

notes / warnings. dry humping, feverish makeout session, breathy moans, groping, hair pulling, handsy chaos, on-set intimacy that spirals, acting that’s way too real, no concept of personal space, unspoken mutual pining, and yes—they absolutely don’t hear the director say cut.

You’re not even thinking when he crashes into you.

Well—Misha crashes into you. His character is supposed to kiss yours against the wall with a little roughness, a little heat. One take, easy enough. You’ve done spicier stuff on screen before. You even practiced the damn blocking last night, just to make sure there’d be no awkward bumps or bruises.

But this isn’t the kiss you rehearsed.

This is—God. This is Misha pressing you against the set wall like the air between you two is toxic and his body is the antidote. It’s his hand fisting in your hair, the other slipping under the hem of your costume jacket, calloused fingertips dragging over bare skin like he's been waiting all season for an excuse.

Your mouth opens for him like it’s a reflex. There’s no pause, no break, no breath. Just tongue and teeth, spit-slick lips, and a groan so guttural it vibrates straight through your sternum. You’re not acting anymore. Not really. The moan that leaves your throat is yours. And so is the way your hips roll into his like you need something. Like you’ve been starved for it.

And Misha—oh, he feels that.

He shudders, lips slipping down to your neck, biting where the mic won’t pick it up. His breath is hot and ragged against your skin, nose nudging your jaw, and he’s gripping your waist now, grinding into you with slow, heavy friction that makes your knees wobble. One of his thighs wedges between your legs and you don’t stop it—you press down, gasping, chasing the pressure with a subtle desperation you hope the cameras can’t catch.

(They can. And they are.)

You don’t hear anyone yelling cut. You don’t hear anything. The lights are sweltering, your pulse is sprinting, and Misha’s hand is halfway up your back now, fingers sliding beneath your bra strap like he’s going to pull it off if you give him a single ounce of encouragement.

Your fingers tangle in his hair. Tug. You feel the growl in his throat more than you hear it.

“Misha,” you gasp—and that isn’t a line. That’s you. That’s your voice, airy and needy and so not scripted.

He pulls back a fraction of an inch. His pupils are blown. Lips pink and slick. His chest heaves as he searches your eyes like he’s checking in, but he doesn’t move away. Doesn’t drop character. Doesn’t even blink.

A second later, he’s on you again. Harder this time. Messier. His hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip before his mouth devours it again, and this time your leg lifts—hooked around his hip like your body’s just done this before. Like it remembers something your brain hasn’t let you admit.

You rub against him shamelessly, the drag of his jeans against your clothed center making your thighs tremble. He grunts, a sound low and filthy, like he’s seconds from forgetting where he is.

Your back hits the wall again with a soft thud. Your hips stutter, chasing his. His teeth scrape your collarbone. Your fingers clutch at the waistband of his jeans, greedy and blind.

And then—

“Cut!”

The room snaps into focus like you’ve both been dunked in cold water.

You blink.

Misha blinks.

You slowly, very slowly, look past his shoulder.

The set is quiet.

Too quiet.

The crew is silent, watching. Some look stunned. A few look like they just saw something private—like they weren’t supposed to still be rolling, like they just accidentally witnessed the scene of the century.

The director clears his throat. “That was… uh. We’re gonna go again, but—maybe tone it down from NC-17 to cable TV?”

Jared snorts. Jensen mutters “Jesus Christ,” and Misha hasn’t moved. His hand is still on your waist. His chest is still pressed against yours. You can feel him breathing, fast and hot and barely keeping it together.

You don’t say anything for a second. Neither does he.

Then—

“That was your fault,” you murmur, lips still practically grazing his.

“Oh yeah?” he breathes, not backing up an inch. “I think we both deserve the blame. Or the award.”

You huff a breathy laugh, and it hits him in the mouth. His eyes darken again.

“Wanna talk about it later?” he asks, voice low and even, like he’s asking if you want dinner—not if you want to finish dry humping him in his trailer.

You nod once, dizzy.

And even as he pulls away (slowly, reluctantly, like his body wants to stay pressed to yours), his hand finds yours for a beat. Squeezes. Something passes between you—something unspoken, but not fictional.

Definitely not acting.

You hear the director again, clapping once to reset.

“Okay! Reset for take three—this time, let’s remember there’s a crew in the room!”

You and Misha glance at each other, and he raises an eyebrow, smirking just a little.

You grin back, cheeks flushed, thighs still trembling.

Take three’s about to look suspiciously like take two.

But hey—if they want chemistry, they’re gonna get it.

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[killa-cookie]

Author chan i want to see all the ancients reaction mostly Pure Vanilla on Gluttony Reader like my previous ask i want it to be like a story not headcanon

okayy!!!! I'll make this individual! And it's short cause erhmm... I'm in class so wrote this in a hurry

PURE VANILLA

(His POV)

This couldn't be happening... NO

This, this must be another trick right? This can't possibly happen... That deceitful liar, had corrupted Temperance? No... NO!

I couldn't stop it, I was useless... How could this occur, this calamity... He should have corrupted me instead, not Temperance... Temperance must be in... Pain...

—

He looked at your crouched figure, slowly falling into deceit. As Shadow milk looked intently at your transformation, he felt guilty that he couldn't stop your corruption... It was his fault.

Pure vanilla started panicking, he didn't want you to be like those beasts, he didn't want you to create chaos... He didn't want you to be like the beast you are now.

Your looks started to gradually change, two more arms painfully sprouting out. Mouths forming everywhere, you started to eat bits of your clothing, you were ruined.

You were a beast.

And he couldn't stop that.

He didn't want to hurt you, but he knew that you were going to cause chaos or destruction one way or another... He has to stop you now,

But he just couldn't.

- Pure vanilla's main reaction was guilt.

WHITE LILY

(Her POV)

Oh no...

Calamity has finally struck, Temperance has fallen.... This can't be happening, is Temperance okay!?

Are they alright... That Shadow Milk had done something to them, has he... Turned them into sin..?

—

She was worried as she looked at you, horrified at this new form you were taking. You look like you were in so much pain.

In all the adventures you had, you understood her story and loved you as a friend regardless of dark enchantress... And all the horrible things she had done..

She didn't want to see you in this form... She didn't want to see you as gluttony, as you didn't see her as dark enchantress.

- White Lily's main reaction was worry

DARK CACAO

(His POV)

What a disaster, a corruption worse than mine... What happened to you, Temperance?

—

He saw you in the distance, your presence familiar... Yet destructive. He couldn't believe that this was happening... He was horrified, he could not bear to see you like this

The self discipline comrade he had who had accompanied him during the travel to the ivory pagoda.. Is gone, this was a monstrosity.

You were one of those beasts— destructors, and he could not deny that.

- Dark Cacao's main reaction was Horrified.

GOLDEN CHEESE

(Her POV)

W-what is happening.... No.... NO!

My dear comrade... Has lost..?

—

She was scared, she didn't want you destroying her kingdom... Like what Dark Enchantress did. She had complicated feelings

Golden Cheese is absolutely hurt, she doesn't want to do this, she doesn't want to hurt you.. But for now she has to deem you as a threat. But deep inside she's absolutely destroyed.

Gluttony is a threat, Temperance is a friend... Those are not the same.

She can't risk the liveliness of her kingdom again, so all she can do now is hold back.

- Golden cheese's main reaction was fear

HOLLYBERRY

(Her POV)

Oh... No....

For the first time in decades, she felt worried... You were there... But it was you, it was Gluttony...

—

Hollyberry looked at your gigantic figure, swallowing up everything in your path... Consuming many things..

She was saddened, she absolutely did not like you in this form.. You were so self controlled... Now you are just a beast who consumes everything in their path...

She took out her shield bravely, and faced you head on... Even though she was heartbrolen

[xxximortalxxx]

As much as you guys hate to admit it, the Five and Lila pairing makes sense and was not at all utter bullshit as you guys are making it seem.

From the time Lila was introduced, she came in as a strong character that's wild, sexy, fun, and a bit deranged. She's a badass character! And what happens? She meets Diego in a point in her life where she was at the height of chaos and adventure. They fall in love, or in a toxic situationship filled with family drama and mother/father issues.

Now let's look at Five. His situation is overall fucked. Imagine being some kid that grew up with space/time travel powers and getting stuck in time, having to grow up pretty much before all of his siblings, and then having to come back in his KID body and still have to fix THEIR problems on top of dealing with his own mental issues that he acquired and loneliness. Reminder that he would not have had a partner due to his inconvenient life/appearance.

Lila and Diego are in this marriage with kids after trying to live a "normal" life. Lila feels stuck because she basically trauma bonded with some guy that happened to be there and was able to put up with her issues and vice versa. Diego was convenient. And from what I see, she really just wanted to make a family she didn't have. Their relationship is kinda out of obligation for their kids at this point, and neither of them are happy.

At this point, Five and Lila get stuck in time together after having previously been on opposite sides but coming together for family sake. From the beginning they matched each other's energy and even I would say they complement each other. They both have explosive personalities filled with sarcasm, snark, and a bit of humor. They both enjoy danger and a rough tussle. That's all they have known.

At this point, both Five and Lila have experienced so much in their lives, so much adventure already. They are ready to settle down, because sometimes love is the adventure you're looking for in this crazy world.

And look I get it. Badass lady is reduced to housewife trope that shouldn't exist unless within character. But can we really say this is out of character for Lila? She always does the unexpected, so her going off to be a spy is what we would expect, for her and Five.

And I also get that you guys think that Five would never betray his family like that. This isn't a perfect world and neither are these characters. If anything, we've seen Five do things for his own self interest over what the family/others want. Same for Lila.

Add in the loneliness of DECADES from Five and the trapped loneliness Lila feels within her marriage, and the fact they they go on another mission together over SEVEN years, mixed with their explosive dynamic and you have a pairing.

And explosion seems to be the theme for this season right? With Ben and Jennifer. Sometimes 2 exlosive chemicals become more stable rather than creating a blast. And maybe each other is what Five and Lila needed. They both understand each other in ways Diego could never understand Lila. Lila also understands Five's predicament like no other, having lived it first hand with him in the Seven years. It's only natural that they would come together. Lila and Diego were eventually going to divorce because they weren't compatible. Lila has always had the most chemistry with Five.

I get the cheating and in no way do I excuse it, but these characters have no idea when they will ever get back home and if. I think they would go absolutely crazy if they didn't have each other. In this time, they realized how similar they are and ended up being a better match. They found what they were looking for in each other. And you can't deny their connection like come on.

In my experience, in the real world, love is messy and not perfect. Sometimes finding love is your next adventure after you've live a life like no other. Maybe this will be good for them.

Also, they writers arent crazy or out of pocket, you guys just need to grow up.

[callizinc]

Something I've been thinking of is that like... a lot of ENA's actions, even if unintentionally, seem to bring.. some sort of destruction in their wake? Which might be part of why people hate her?

Like, to go through it. For the pets, she basically brought these 4 innocent beings to be eaten (to their death). For Alex, completing that quest means he gets blown up (also dead). For the witches, you destroy property as you move the entire building to get her back, and although this one they did intentionally seperate from anything ENA did, they also dissolve into a pile of blood (aka, dead). And for the shaman... well, this one's an outlier, cause they actually created Life together, not the opposite, though it did still bring destruction (destroying the shaman's whole fucking house), and also, if we're to reallyyy read into it... creating life just to walk all over it and use it as a tool is also like. Kinda fucked up (not that I blame my girl for it #ENAapologist). And also, at the end with the smoke machine, though it's literally what you had to do for your job... obliterating the smoke machine sort of of felt... kinda. Wrong? And the wording with it, too... "bear the liability of". Like.... huh

Now, I don't think ENA is at fault for Theodora dying and the door closing. Seeing as it happens in both routes regardless of what ENA does, and it happens before ENA reaches the smoke machine, so she hasn't even like. Done anything. Yet. I think she just dies in both routes due to unrelated causes and in the ascension route ENA just gets there before it happens.... but like. I wouldn't put it out of the question for her to Somehow in some tangential way, just like how she was kindaaa at fault for the rest of the destruction during the rest of the jobs, except not, being maybeee at fault (but not really)...? And like. People somehow finding that reason enough to blame her regardless in future chapters..... idk. Sorry if this has been said before, but. Just some thoughts...

Also, it is interesting to me how in the route where she Doesn't do any of the jobs, and therefore Doesn't get involved in any of the destruction and death, She is the one who suffers instead.... hmmm

Idk. Maybe I'm hashtag crazy and reading too deep into it but. There's some kind of connection here between ENA being hated, being blamed, her unintentionally being destructive, her praying to g0d, and her being denied forgiveness in all this regardless......... uh. Yeah !!!

HELLO HELLO OPENING THIS ASK IS LIKE WALKING INTO A CANDY STORE 4 ME THIS IS SO FUCKING FIRE AND YOU ARE SO FUCKING RIGHT. ADMITTEDLY I THINK THIS IS ALSO SOMETHING I HAVEN'T THOUGHT ABOUT SUPER MUCH MYSELF SO JUST WHAT SUCH FIRE OBSERVATIONS AND TAKEAWAYS THESE ARE!!!!!!! Especially when you mentioned that in the route she Doesn't accidentally cause all this chaos and destruction then SHE'S the one who suffers instead LIKEEEEEE

You are absolutely not reading too deep into it though not at all. And if anyone thinks you might be Well idgaf. You're right forever. I think it absolutely is 99% chance intentional that no matter how hard she tries to do Good and be Good in the eyes of others and no matter how hard she tries to do good at, y'know, Her Job, that she still Can't

Like, say, that all these bad and insane things will happen in the wake of her best efforts and people will still blame her for it because she's Ena, no matter how much she might try to say that she's "not doing anything at all"—AND I AGREE TOO, THAT THIS COULD TIE INTO THE WHOLE GOD THING, Just that she ends up being unintentionally destructive and turns to a nebulous God for worship and forgiveness, but she can't even have that...

I actually don't think i'm bringing anything unique or new to the table here 😭 which. Is fine honestly I just know it's probably a bit underwhelming from me LOL But please know that i think you are SO right and these are such juicy themes. The smoke machine especially, I am so intrigued to see what happens as a result of us destroying it because you're very right that doing it feels SO wrong. Like it made the whole place Auction Day it obviously was a bad move LOL

But especially with how much other NPCs talk about the smoke, or that the doors seem to like it, that one slime guy that says turning off the smoke is one of the weirdest things they've ever heard of... Plus I have seen hacked in unused dialogue seeming to be from chapter 2 Hub NPCs talking about like. "This world" possibly ceasing to exist soon. Like. ...........Anyone else. Scared

Also your #ENAapologist point is so fucking real and based like It took me so long to notice the humanboard makes like little sounds of pain when you walk on it It's kind of unsettling but also so fucking funny. #TheHumanboardIsNotAFuckingChild #ButIfItWasThenEnaShouldAlwaysStepOnBabiesAndExplodeThem

[dedgirlfailure]

Found out abt the new Red Hood but for adults thing they're doing in September and...hooooooooooo boy. Jay-Jay's no longer in Gotham (which is so weird to me ngl), will apparently get freaky with The Huntress of all people, and is going after a cop-killer. Which, okay....

It's a universally acknowledged truth that there is so much wrong with the way Jay's written in DC canon, and the editor lady claims this is the RH comic the fans have all been waiting for. Now, I'd be a little more inclined to believe this if she didn't immediately follow with:

"...Every element of the book highlights the core aspects of Jason’s character—his difficulties with personal connections, his badass training, his brooding hotness, and his violent approach to heroism. Which means he’ll be killing people—a lot."

So first of all, his core personality trait is that he is a loser with a capital L. Nobody finds him attractive because of his "brooding hotness", they do it because he's an absolute disaster of a man and his love interests are equally bonkers. Argue with the wall. I'm low-key beginning to think RHATO volume 1 is the reference material for this.

Also, I've joked around a lot that DC should give my man his guns back, but obviously we can't have nice things around here, because the way they're talking about it has me thinking they've completely missed the memo with why exactly he picked those guns up in the first place. They sound like they're gonna turn him into some hot-headed nut-job with a killing kink, never mind the fact that Jason is actually extremely methodological with his kills, and there is order in the chaos he creates. He is NOT a mindless killer, please! He has a sense of justice, and that doesn't come with being a fucking butcher, Jesus.

There's also so much emphasis on the fact that this is an 18+ series, and I can tell you right now this man's lack of a sex life is NOT what's so inherently wrong with the way his story is told.

Speaking of the romance, I would've liked if this was a Red Hood/Ravager thing, considering Jayrose is already relatively solidified in the comics themselves (I genuinely do not know where the huntress came in from), and it would actually allow Jason to form connections and build an identity for himself outside of the batfam and their batbabes. I just think further developing Jayrose would've been a smarter decision, idk.

Now look, I don't deny that i am a hater at heart. DC does NOT have a good track record with how they handle Jason, so it's only natural that any JPT related update from these guys immediately triggers my fight-or-flight response. Obviously it'd be great for everyone involved if this thing does pleasantly surprise me, but do I have any good expectations? Not really. Will I still read this? Fuck yeah.

At least he's leaving the Batfamily after that Hush disaster. For however long this lasts. That's gotta count for something.

[andreal831]

Hey, I just discovered your vlog and I've been enjoying reading your replies very much. Idk if this has been asked before but I wanted to know if you think having Legacies in the making influenced The Originals ending. I think killing most, if not all parental figures was done because them existing in the same universe where the kids were in life thretening situation and not coming to help them wouldn't make sense.

Hi! Thank you for reading! I'm glad you enjoyed them.

I think it was very clear that Legacies ruined The Originals. To the extent that even the cast discussed it. Daniel Gillies was always very open about this, which is why (in my opinion) they did what they did to Elijah's character. He mentioned rushing through the last couple of seasons in this interview. I used to be more into the cast and would watch interviews, but I unfortunately never saved them so I don't have all of the receipts. But here are some quotes by Daniel regarding TO:

"That time was so complicated and difficult that to walk away from it knowing I had given it a great shot, it felt good – to walk away from the inherent difficulty of it."  "I was exhausted at the time, almost more exhausted than I have ever been. I had just directed an episode, I was sort of in these throes of the edit. I was consumed with having worked for long hours. I hadn't seen my family in weeks. We were also making a lot of changes to the scripts because scripts were struggling at that point. We had a backdoor pilot come in for another spin-off for the character of Hope Mikaelson in episode 11 or so, and because of that there was this tremendous pressure on the show. We were basically doing another show, another project, when we ought to have been wrapping up ourselves."

There is also a video interview where I distinctly remember Daniel talking about feeling abandoned by the producers, but I can't find it. We do know that Michael Narducci left after Season 4, as well as a lot of the crew. Daniel talks about a lot of upheaval on set that I find hard to believe was just normal business. He also complains about so many new characters in Season 5 which cut into the main characters storylines. With actors who have devoted years of their lives to these characters, it must have been difficult to watch them get ruined by the writers.

It is clear that none of the actors were happy when they left, which is why so many of them refused to come back. Phoebe even refused to sign off on them using her likeness and was only a "guest role" in Season 5.

I also think it is very telling that there are so many rumors that TO was supposed to be more seasons. It had good ratings and yet they decided to not even give us five full seasons. JP was definitely rushing to get to Legacies. That was always her goal, TO was just a means to an end. Season 5 wasn't about the TO characters, rather about launching Legacies. So much of Season 5 made no sense.

You're absolutely correct. Hayley, Elijah, and Klaus all dying was simply so Hope would be orphaned. Although they should have just killed the entire family because how the rest of them abandoned Hope was terrible. But, Hayley, Elijah, and Klaus would never have done it. There was no way Legacies was happening with those three around. It goes to show just how much of a parental figure Elijah was because JP also wanted that same pattern for Legacies. All three shows' lead woman is an orphaned teen thrown into the chaos of supernatural. Hayley and Klaus were never going to survive TO because JP wanted that for Legacies. Elijah got thrown in because in no world does he abandon Hope. I guess they could have left him with amnesia, but she wanted more drama than TVD.

But yeah, JP can deny it all she wants but she rushed the best show in the TVDU to create the worst. She wanted to create her own legacy (pun in tended) by creating a never ending spinoff universe.

Thanks for the ask!

Also feel free to send me the interviews if you can find them!

[hexellent]

@already-know-this-story asked: [Weighing Pros and Cons]

❣ for Team Sonic!

Pros:

Can and Will build/fix anything you want, even if you don't ask. He'll overhear you complaining about something breaking or wishing some tech or another existed to make your life easier, and within a week you'll have that exact thing fixed or created, and probably better than the original.

Cuddly as all fuck. Loves hanging off his partners and just being around them all the time. Quality time is his love language and he does NOT mind body doubling, or just cuddling on the couch watching tv. As long as you are either in the same room or within arms reach, he's good.

He's also pretty understanding for the most part. He lets a lot of wild shit that would otherwise scare other people off slide. As long as you aren't actively hurting yourself, him, or his family, there's a good chance he really won't care. Might even hit you with a 'pop off queen/king'.

Cons:

Does NOT take care of himself well. Junk Food King. His insomnia takes a hard toll on his mental health. A lot of the time he's left exhausted and tries to wear himself out by overworking in the lab. He's done that a lot less nowadays due to Sonic, but it still happens. He becomes incredibly irritable and more apt to fly off the handle in frustration.

Possessive tbh. He is very much the jealous type, and wants your attention all for himself. Depending on your reaction to that, he'll try to tone it down, but expect him to be very clingy and grumpy at the minimum. He will deny it, but he's absolutely jealous.

Morally gray. Now this might not be a con for some, but he's more likely to let wild shit slide, and even commit his own crimes. King of tax fraud and stealing from people's bank accounts, granted the stealing is usually from shitty, overly rich people. He also smokes weed and drinks, but again, may not be a con for some.

Pros:

Very physically affectionate when comfortable enough. A huge step because he is very very sensitive to touch.

Not a whole lot of drama. Probably won't have to worry about much with him since he doesn't really go to crowded places often, nor is he trusting of others. Just keep him in the loop on what you're up to and its all good.

Chao. Like bro you can hang out with Chao, who doesn't want that?

Cons:

Though he is incredibly loyal, it's not hard to lose his trust. Disrespecting his island, heritage, duty, harming the chao, or putting his family in danger is a good way to get him to turn on you quick.

Pretty stubborn tbh. A hardheaded man that's trying his best.

Is not always good at communicating. Sometimes he genuinely doesn't know how to voice a problem until it becomes a big thing, and then he explodes over it. He struggles a lot with social interactions, especially if he doesn't know you well, and it's frustrating not being able to articulate when something is wrong.

Pros:

Actually really good with kids. He's got a pretty good balance of childishness and responsibility when it comes to them. He just treats them like the tiny but intelligent people they are, but also works to make sure they're safe.

A good cook. Though Amy taught her, she's actually really good at cooking and is more than happy to make you anything if you ask. At least, within her abilities. She's still learning some stuff.

The fact that he's gotten therapy is probably a pro in and of itself tbh.

Cons:

He can still be self-sacrificial at times, despite having toned it down. He genuinely can't stand letting others get hurt and it's not something he can let go of easily.

Having a lot of sexual partners can be a con depending on how its thought of. He's not at all shy about his promiscuity, and while he doesn't outright flaunt it, he doesn't hide it either. If his partner doesn't want her with anyone else, he will respect that, but the fact that it's something she's done at all may be a con for some.

Commitment may mean two different things between the two of you. To her, it means he'll always come back to you, no matter where he goes. It means you're one of his top priorities, but second to Tails, because that's their kid. Means that he might go sacrificing himself again to save the world and he refuses to let anyone, even his partner, stop him. Means he still needs to do his own thing, regardless of if you're involved or not. And none of it is out of malice. He just can't compromise certain things about himself for someone else. It feels too much like changing who she is.

[jujitto]

. . . . . 매력적인 혼돈  ★ c h a r m i n g c h a o s

! pairing. jung wooyoung x reader

! synopsis . in a quaint library, the librarian finds her peaceful routine disrupted by a mischievous troublemaker. as he continues to test her patience with his antics, the librarian discovers a hidden thrill in their playful banter.

! warning. just y/n wanting to hurt wooyoung that’s all!

! w/c. 1.7k

What was this? Like the 15th time you kicked him out of the library this month? He just didn't know when to stop. But the thing is before Y/N had even started working at this library they didn't seem to have this problem before. So why is it that on the days she is working, he is always disturbing the peace and causing trouble for her?

With a sigh, Y/N made her way to the classic lit section, with her mind set on one thing. "Jung Wooyoung. How many times do I have to kick you out for you to get it through that thick skull of yours that this is a library not PC bang." She questioned turning the corner coming to face the familiar face of Wooyoung.

Who wore a smirk upon his lips as he turned in his chair to face you. "Ah, Y/N, my favorite librarian," Wooyoung teased, leaning back in his chair with that mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, I just can't resist your charms, even if it means getting kicked out of the library countless times."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, trying not to let his antics get to her. "Charm? More like troublemaker," she retorted, though a hint of amusement softened her expression. "Seriously, though, why is it only when I'm here that you decide to cause a ruckus? The other librarians never seemed to have this problem with you."

Wooyoung grinned, crossing his arms casually. "Well, maybe it's because you're the only one worth teasing," he said, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Besides, the library gets a little more exciting when you're around. It's like a challenge to see how many times I can get your attention."

Y/N let out an exasperated sigh, trying not to let his words get to her. "Wooyoung, you do know that the library is supposed to be a quiet and peaceful place, right? People come here to study and read without distractions," she explained patiently. Wooyoung shrugged indifferently before tilting his head looking at you with a hint of curiosity. "But you have to think, why didn't you come sooner if this is supposed to be a place for intellectual pursuits and peaceful reading?"

Y/N arched an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by his question. "What do you mean, 'why didn't I come sooner'?" Wooyoung rolled his eyes sitting back in his chair looking you up and down with curiosity. "What I mean is....that every time I do seem to cause trouble as you like to call, you always come a few minutes after I'm said and done. You know I think I've realized something?"

Y/N narrowed her eyes, intrigued by Wooyoung's observation. "Realized what?" she asked, crossing her arms in response to his scrutiny.

"I think you secretly enjoy our little interactions," Wooyoung said, a playful smirk still on his lips. "You always seem to show up just in time to reprimand me, like you're drawn to the chaos I create."

Y/N scoffed, trying to hide heat crept up on her cheeks which luckily he couldn't see. "Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself," she replied, attempting to maintain a professional demeanor. "I'm just doing my job as a librarian to maintain order and ensure everyone can study in peace."

Wooyoung chuckled, leaning forward as if sharing a secret. "You know, you're not very convincing when you say that. Your eyes betray you, Y/N. They light up a little whenever you have to deal with me," he pointed out.

Y/N felt like she was losing her mind further, trying her best to deny Wooyoung's playful accusation. "That's ridiculous. My eyes don't betray anything," she countered, avoiding direct eye contact with him.

"Oh, they absolutely do," Wooyoung insisted, a mischievous glint still present in his eyes. "But I can't blame you. I do bring excitement to this otherwise quiet place, don't I?"

Y/N crossed her arms and sighed, realizing that arguing with Wooyoung was like trying to catch water with a sieve. He always had a way of getting under her skin, and she couldn't deny that there was a strange allure to their banter. "Look, Wooyoung, it's not about finding excitement or charm in chaos. I take my job seriously, and it's my responsibility to ensure the library remains a peaceful environment for everyone."

Wooyoung chuckled, leaning back in his chair again, seemingly undeterred by Y/N's serious explanation. "I get it, Y/N. You're a responsible librarian, and I respect that," he said with a hint of sincerity. "But let's be honest, it's not just about me causing chaos, right? There's something more to our interactions."

Y/N sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and curiosity. "And what would that be?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"You enjoy the challenge," Wooyoung said, a playful glint returning to his eyes. "You like trying to keep me in check, and you find it thrilling to see if you can get me to behave. Or maybe you like me? Could that be the case?"

Y/N couldn't help but let out a small laugh at Wooyoung's audacity. "Oh, please, don't flatter yourself too much. It's not about liking you; it's about maintaining order in the library," she insisted, though her playful smile betrayed her true feelings.

Wooyoung leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto hers with a mischievous glimmer. "Hmm, denial suits you, but I'm not convinced," he said with a playful wink. "I see the way you look at me, Y/N. Admit it, there's a tiny part of you that enjoys our little cat-and-mouse game."

Y/N took a step toward him, leaning in just a little, matching his playful demeanor. "Fine, maybe there's a small part of me that finds our interactions amusing," she admitted with a sly grin. "But that doesn't mean I condone your disruptive behavior, Wooyoung."

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, leaning in just like she had done, a smirk upon his lips. "Are we about to kiss right now?" Y/N leaned a little closer just close enough to whisper in his ear. "As if pretty boy,"

Y/N pulled back, a smirk still dancing on her lips. "You wish," she teased, enjoying the banter with Wooyoung.

He chuckled, not at all put off by her response. "Well, a guy can dream, can't he?" he replied with a playful glint in his eyes.

Y/N shook her head, feigning exasperation. "You never give up, do you? Always pushing boundaries and testing my patience," she said, though there was an underlying fondness in her voice.

"Guilty as charged," Wooyoung admitted with a grin. "But don't worry, Y/N. I'll try to behave myself... at least a little bit."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, not fully convinced of Wooyoung's promise to behave. "Somehow, I doubt that, but I appreciate the sentiment," she replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Wooyoung chuckled, leaning back in his chair again. "Hey, you never know. Maybe I'll surprise you," he said with a wink. Rolling her eyes, Y/N couldn't help but play along with Wooyoung's teasing. "I won't hold my breath for that," she retorted, crossing her arms.

Wooyoung grinned, leaning forward again. "You know, we could make a little bet on it. If I manage to not cause a disruption the rest of my visit here today, you let me treat you to a date," he proposed.

Y/N arched an eyebrow, considering Wooyoung's proposition. "A date, huh? And what if you do cause a disruption?" she challenged, wanting to add a little spice to their playful banter.

"If I cause a disruption, you get to choose a book for me to read, and I promise to read it cover to cover," Wooyoung replied confidently.

Y/N couldn't help but smile at the idea. "Alright, you're on. But don't think you can get away with any sneaky attempts at causing trouble," she warned.

Wooyoung held up his hands, feigning innocence. "Who, me? I'm an angel. I won't do anything to jeopardize our little bet," he said, his playful demeanor making it difficult to take his words entirely seriously.

"We'll see about that," Y/N replied with a smirk. "Now, get back to your seat and let the other visitors enjoy their quiet time."

Wooyoung obeyed, still wearing that mischievous grin. "As you wish, my favorite librarian," he said, giving her a playful wink before returning to his seat and pretending to focus on his studies.

Y/N continued her rounds in the library, keeping an eye on Wooyoung from a distance. To her surprise, he seemed genuinely focused on his work, not causing any disruptions for the remainder of his visit.

As the afternoon went on, Wooyoung eventually approached the librarian's desk before leaving the library. "Well, Y/N, looks like I kept my end of the deal," he said, a touch of triumph in his voice.

Y/N couldn't help but be impressed. "You did surprise me, I'll admit," she said with a smile. "You've earned yourself that book you'll be reading."

Wooyoung's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I can't wait to see what you'll pick for me," he said, genuinely intrigued.

"I'll choose something thought-provoking and deep," Y/N teased, enjoying the friendly competition they had going on.

"I look forward to it," Wooyoung replied, his playful demeanor still intact.

As days went on, Y/N noticed a change in Wooyoung's behavior whenever he visited the library. While he still had his mischievous side, he made a genuine effort to keep the noise level down and respect the peaceful environment.

Their playful banter continued, and they found themselves engaging in deep conversations about the books they were reading and various other topics. Slowly, Y/N realized that there might be more to their interactions than just playful teasing.

One day, as the library was about to close, Wooyoung lingered behind until the other visitors had left. He approached Y/N with a slightly nervous look in his eyes.

"Hey, Y/N," he began, his usual confidence showing a few cracks. "I know we started off as adversaries of sorts, but I've really enjoyed our time together."

Y/N smiled, appreciating Wooyoung's honesty. "Me too. It's been fun, and I have to admit, you've added a unique touch to this place," she said.

Wooyoung took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Would you maybe want to continue this outside of the library? Like... on a real date?" he asked, a touch of vulnerability in his voice.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, realizing that she had developed feelings for the playful troublemaker. "I'd like that," she said softly, her smile growing.

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

waitttt can you elaborate on the similarities between taka and kokichi? it’s such an interesting comparison

*vibrates* YES I CAN ABSOLUTELY ELABORATE

Ishimaru and Kokichi are both white uniform wearing leaders, both of whom he see problems in society and around them and devote themselves to fixing it. They follow their own set of rules that while are completely comprehensible and understanding to them, tends to leave others in confusion. Both of them (likely) had somewhat tragic upbringings with Ishimaru living in poverty and kokichi (likely) having his own tragic backstory of his own. They're both people who when faced with a motive about keeping information secret immediately went "so we should share them all with everyone" Ishimaru unfortunately was shot down while Kokichi when being denied attempted to force it anyways because its just the right move.

Both have positions of power and ADMITTEDLY this one's more headcanon but I really think Kokichi would just straight up not like the talent system, Kokichi likes chaos and unpredictability, he would find the talent system fucking boring and I cannot be told otherwise. Kokichi's a smart boy who likes interesting things, not to mention he leads a group of people who likely aren't ultimates, you cannot tell me Kokichi would like a system that discriminates against most members of DICE.

You know who else CANONICALLY doesn't like the talent system? Kiyotaka Ishimaru, who has a LOT to say about how geniuses aren't real and how its effort that deserves to be rewarded instead. In the V3 bonus mode, Kokichi even finds Ishimaru's speeches interesting, even if he cloaks it in talk about how as an evil leader it's what he wants to destroy.

The only real true difference is that Ishimaru wants to change society from the INSIDE modeling a better behavior and enforcing change through the systems. While Kokichi wants to change society from the OUTSIDE, putting pressure on systems and actively showing their flaws as a mean to either make it bend and change, or crumple and fall apart.

So if they were able to come together under a common goal, they'd be pretty damn unstoppable as Ishimaru creates change and inspiration on the inside that can feed off the pressure and doubt that Kokichi provides. Plus I think they'd have a lot to learn from each other, Kokichi can help Ishimaru learn how to bend or even break rules for a greater purpose of changing the rules or revealing injustice, and Ishimaru can help give Kokichi a greater understanding of the inside of systems and why people would follow them

Plus could you IMAGINE those two in a debate? It would be fucking FASCINATING! I can just imagine them arguing philosophy and hegel and stoicism and the point of society and all that fun stuff as Kokichi runs from Ishimaru who is trying to give him a detention. It's a good dynamic! They're very similar people who came to different conclusions to achieve SIMILAR GOALS, I LOVE IT

Plus Ishimaru is very much not the top to just go "its just kokichi let it go" because Ishimaru is the kind of person who challenges Celeste to games constantly because he's determined to prove that by studying and skill he can beat her talent, because Ishimaru is one of the few people who sees through that talent isn't everything, he even says things like

"You(Makoto) and me, we're just normal people. We know what it means to have to make an effort."

"I figured this school would be full of geniuses. I mean, I thought everyone would be my enemy."

"So we have to work hard to build a society where those who put in the most effort are properly rewarded!"

"Effort is everything! That's the only way to fix anything in this world! And I have to prove that to all the ordinary people out there so they'll keep on trying!"

"I have to become the ordinary man who can surpass any genius!"

You can't tell me an ultimate with such an unusual mindset wouldn't capture Kokichi's attention, and you can't tell me Ishimaru wouldn't be able to see the sheer amount of effort Kokichi puts into things even if Kokichi tries to make it seem effortless. I think they could balance each other out really nicely, and push the other to improve and refine their beliefs and morality.

[moonlight-prose]

Pleasure is a Kind of Pain

a/n: who asked for president loki ruining them? no one, but i literally can't get that man out of my HEAD. so here we are. this is just filth with no plot and a sprinkle of poetic bullshit.

Not tagging anyone cause it's pretty filthy and idk who wants to read this. Not beta read OR edited so if there are mistakes....that's my bad.

summary: pissing him off never goes well, but you seem to never get enough of pressing his buttons.

word count: 2.5k

pairing: president!loki x fem!reader

warnings: ooohhhh boy your girl went batshit insane on this one; EXPLICIT SO MINORS YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T BE HERE, knife play, knife kink cause it's me, hate fucking turned to love, cussing, prez loki being mean, choking, tw: blood, fingering, cum play, p in v sex, dominant president loki, slight submission, tenderness cause i'm a softie.

You were fucked.

Literally as well as figuratively, because you had cussed him out using some of the most vulgar language you could fit into a single sentence. Knew that the second the words left your mouth you’d find yourself in a situation similar to the one you were in now. Shoved against the wall with a dagger to your throat. It was dramatic - even for him - but you couldn’t deny the way you physically reacted to riling him up.

Watching his face contort into an expression of absolute rage. A part of you didn't mind that the fury was directed at you, and perhaps that the part you should have shut down. The sick portion of your brain that kept you in place. Leaving you wondering if it was you or him that had created this burning need in your body. That had you unconsciously arching yourself towards his blade.

A smile begins to spread on your lips at the sight of him baring his teeth at you.

"What are you going to do prez?" you asked with a taunting lilt behind your words. Already prepared for what was to come with the storm behind the false calm in his eyes.

There wasn't much that had to be done in order for his strands of control to snap. Hell, he'd sever them himself happily if it meant getting to see you this way. Willingly resign himself to being forever known as the devil. A temper that would put other Lokis to shame.

"You seem to be in a playful mood," he replied, his voice teeming with venom.

How could you not be? When he held a knife so delicately, so reverently, against your throat that it could be deemed as romantic. The type that he portrayed that is. No words to be said; merely a few grunted words, spit in your direction as you pressed the buttons under his skin. A delight you partook in far too often for your own good, for your own sanity. But what was the point of sanity when the opposite was - oh so - delicious.

When what he offered you - chaos on a gold platter served with a side of pain - was better than anything you had before. Better than never playing in this game he enjoyed.

"That's putting it lightly."

That made him smile. His lips curling up into a look that could be its own version of lethal.

He had an ego that was for sure. You knew it the second you met him. Charm that could sweep anyone off their feet, with eyes that made deals with the devil.

“I would ask what you want, but it seems to me like you’ve already decided on something.” A lie that you’d grown fond of hearing, unlike all the other ones. He already knew what you wanted, what he wanted more specifically, and you wanted to bet it had something to do with the way he was looking at you.

Wetting your lips you reached for the hand that wasn’t gripping his weapon, dragging it down towards the button of your pants. Showing him exactly what you desired, what you’d be giving him if he willed it, if he wished for it. People would call it a mistake to let him consume you, to have him drag you into the whirlwind storm that was his love. Yet the mistake had already been made.

Again, and again. You continued to choose him over anything else. Chose his silvertongue that whispered lies of sweetness to you; promised a love that you fell for each time. Because it was addicting. He was your drug, the one thing you’d never be rid of. The person you couldn’t say goodbye to.

“Good girl,” he whispered, knife pressing further into your throat until it bordered on pain. Until it had your heart racing, eyes fluttering closed in euphoric passion.

His lips met yours in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongue rendering you useless as his hand popped the button on your pants effortlessly. A move he’d done more times than you could count. And yet you still fall apart for it each time. Begged for it, because it was just what he made you out to be; his perfect spitfire. Someone who could go toe-to-toe with him in both combat and the throes of passion.

“You’re already a mess for me.” Another taunt, followed by a kiss that had you gasping for air. His teeth pricking open the skin of your bottom lip; a coppery taste of your blood mixing with the taste of him.

Both complementary of each other as they should be. Balance in its darkest form.

A smile curved on your lips, eyes lighting up with a challenge. “I could make myself a better mess...since you’re taking so long.”

He didn’t like that; eyes flashing with a look that told you everything you needed to know. You were challenging his pride. Teasing him with the insinuation that he wasn’t an adequate lover, that he couldn’t turn you into a puddle of nerves. Voice nearly gone from how loud he could make you scream. And while it was a statement you both knew to be false, he still didn’t like that you had the guts to say it aloud.

His hand slipped underneath the band of your pants, forehead pressing against yours as he found you to be soaked. His own smile took over; the knife still stuck in place.

“Now,” he breathed out, lips barely brushing against yours. “I believe I’m the only one allowed to lie.”

“Since when has that - fuck - been a rule?” You wanted to let him know that control went both ways in this fucked up situation you shared. Except that would only be another lie.

He had you wrapped around his fingers. The same ones that had plunged into you, finding the spot along your wall that had your legs shaking. It was unfair how fast he could shove you off the ledge. With only a few words that were borderline mean, the grin on his face was something you wanted to slap off. Yet you couldn’t move. Not when the knife was still against your throat; a piece of his dominance in such a pretty weapon.

Pressing his thumb against your clit he watched - enraptured - as your eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open, another sinful sound echoing off the dirty walls. You were his; his love in the form of an angel with a bloodlust that would terrify the devil himself.

“It’s been a rule ever since you said you were mine.” His voice, sickly sweet, cooed in your ear. Eyes trained on your body that writhed underneath his touch.

Your impending orgasm building up in your body. The pressure, glorious in its own way; driving you to the very edge until you could no longer hear what he was saying. He crooked his finger in a certain way that changed the angle of the way they pumped into you, and that’s what did it. Had you clutching onto his tattered suit jacket, a high pitched sob falling from your lips as the pleasure crested and you were left in shatters.

Chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. A sting of pain on your throat as your movement caused the blade to prick your skin. It didn’t matter. Didn’t bother you, because you were still coming down from your high, body floating above The Void in it’s own way.

His lips slotted against yours again. Roughly licking into your mouth as he sucked on your tongue, moaning when your hands dug into his hair. Yanking it painfully to pull his head back, giving you access to his neck. The knife shifted slightly to allow you room to place your mark on his skin; to show that not only were you his, but he was yours. He would always be yours.

Power play be damned.

A groan tore from his chest, hand gripping the back of your neck to keep you in place, the hardness that dug into your hip telling you how much he was enjoying this. How much he loved giving you a small piece of control. It didn’t border on give and take. Didn’t abide by those rules.

No, it was take and take and take, whenever he wanted. Whenever you wanted. You were desperate for one another; willing to go through pain for each other and beg for more. Beg to have a love that had been poisoned a long time ago.

“Enough.” One single word to get you to stop, but you were stubborn. Refused his every command, because it was fun.

A snarled out cuss word echoed off the walls, the knife pushing into your throat as he worked on your pants with the other; his teeth baring with feral need. You had your fun and now it was time for him to ruin you for everyone else. For him to hear you sweetly cry out for him. With your assistance you managed to yank your pants off, kicked them across the floor with your shoes; his trousers only needing to be opened to where you could pull him out.

“Someone’s desperate,” you whispered, lips pressing against the corner of his mouth, hand stroking him lightly. Just to feel his chest heave, his breath leaving his mouth in pants.

Gripping your thigh he slung your leg around his hip, lips brushing against your cheek in a move that was far too delicate for him. Too much romance and yet you welcome it. Kissed him softly, winding your arms around his neck, tongue meeting his as he pushed into you. The feeling familiar; something you couldn’t give up. And maybe this was the sick part. The poison that bled through your dynamic with him.

Except it was far too good to let it go. His hips meeting yours, the fullness of him too good for you to do anything else but cry into his mouth. The slight pinch of pain that came with taking all of him is just another addition to the euphoria he brought you Another reason you were addicted to him.

“So prez,” you said, knowing the next few words would diminish the romance, would tear it to shreds. “You going to fuck me like I’m yours?”

The smile he gave you was almost rueful. Malicious in all the right ways, because you still had a knife to your throat. Still had the tang of your blood on your tongue, and it wasn’t enough. Because you wanted the monster to come out. Wanted to see the Hyde to your Jekyll.

“Don’t ask for things that will break you,” he replied, his grip on your hip letting you know what he fully intended to do.

You returned his smile with fierce voracity, the need for him clear enough. “Maybe I want to be broken.”

His eyes flashed dangerously, a look that told you everything you needed to know, before he was pulling out. Slamming back into you hard enough for your head to hit the wall. A cry of surprise leaving your lips, hands digging into the fabric of his jacket to keep him close. It was brutally beautiful. Everything you wanted; everything you asked him for.

Words in a different language were spat out, hips slamming into yours as he dragged you to another blissful cliff. One you’d happily fall off of. It was madness in the purest form. Hatred coupled with a love so sinful it had your heart twisting violently in your chest, and you loved it. Ached for it. Moans tore from your throat, unabashedly loud, because you couldn’t give a shit. Not when he was fucking you like it was the last time.

The steady sound of your slick mixed with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. His grunts sounded just as pretty as your sobs. Nails began to prick at the skin of his neck as you wrapped your palms around it, wanting to show him that this was not his time to be in control. This was an equal show of dominance and if anything it had him slamming into you faster.

Eyes turning vicious in delight at the sight of your wrecked expression.

“So fucking pretty for me,” he harshly got out, knife tilting your chin up, until you were looking up into his eyes. “Bending to my will.”

“Fuck. You.”

He chuckled, shifting the angle of his thrusts, searching for one that would make you relent your hold on his throat. And he found it the second your head fell against the wall, eyes rolling back, a high pitched scream ripping from your chest. A sight that he wished to see over and over again. And he would get to. Each thrust focused on the same spot; your leg starting to shake violently until it was clear you were right there.

On the precipice.

“Oh but my sweet darling,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly from holding his own pleasure at bay. “You are fucking me. Or is it me who is fucking you?”

Just as you were about to fall, crash into a heap and love every second. He froze. You screamed in anger, hands hitting his chest; tears falling from the corners of your eyes.

“Why?” you gasped out, desperate for him to move.

He simply smiled. “I want you to beg for it.”

Yet another taunt, another piece of the game, yet you were too far gone to fight him on it now. You needed it; craved it until you were walking the border of sanity and madness. The wave of emotions turning you into a whimpering mess, because you wanted him.

“Please,” you whispered, hands cupping his face as you arched your neck. Giving his blade more access to the delicate skin there. “Please fuck me. Ruin me Loki. I’m yours forever. I’ve always been yours. Everything about me is-”

You let out a strangled gasp when he moved again. The speed from before only grew until you could do nothing but fall against the wall. Melt into his grasp and cry out for him when he pressed against your clit to shove you off the edge. You were pretty sure you screamed until everyone could hear you, but that didn’t matter, because it was too good to stay silent. Far too much for you to handle.

He dropped the knife to the ground, burying his face into your neck until he was finding his own release. A moan of your name falling from his lips, only seeming to add to the pleasure that coursed through your body.

His cum dripped down your thighs even before he pulled out, and you knew he liked it.

Found it to be one of his favorite sights.

“My love,” he breathed out, tenderness showing through the fury. “You anger me on purpose.”

You sighed, content to remain there with him inside of you. “It’s worth it.”

He smiled, fingers dancing along your spine. “Perhaps it is.”

This was the side of him you rarely got the chance to see. The tender man behind the chaos, behind the cold exterior he showed to the rest of the world. The man who whispered promises to you that he intended on keeping. Ones that would result in situations like this; pleasure bordering on pain in its own delicious way.

A game you would never stop playing.

[weewoobrainrot]

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i am unwell

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#4

he's gotten so big i wanna sob

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the absolute chaos from this picture lmao

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#2

joseph kosinski: basically, you hate rooster, okay? you can't stand the man. like fuck rooster, he's your rival. you just absolutely hate him, alright? you get me?

glen, who only heard fuck rooster: i got you

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My #1 post of 2022

still obsessed with rooster's effing and blinding back seat driving

"mav...why are the wings coming out?"

"mav, this is a taxiway, not a runway! and it's a very short taxiway!"

"shit!"

"mav do some of that pilot shit"

"oh shit!"

"what the fuck was that!"

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[moonlitmeeks]

pumpkin carving with gerard pitts headcanons !

type; headcanons

warnings; mentions of knives, swearing

request; okay - i’ve always headcanoned that pitts is a fall guy. always has been, always will be. that’s why his ideal date is pumpkin carving [if you catch my drift ;)] could i possibly gets a pitts x reader pumpkin carving date (with as much chaos as possible?) - @pretentious-strikes

a/n; combining two of my favourite things i see, thank u for this bestie <33 i loved writing this,, so i hope you like it

since you and pitts first started dating, you knew that autumn was his absolute favourite time of year

he always wants to do really cute seasonal dates with you, and how can you say no?

so when he suggests pumpkin carving together, you’re all for it

but first, you have to get the pumpkins, which is a feat in itself

you turn up to the pumpkin patch and pitts looks like he’s going to explode, he’s so excited

he’ll pull you through, trying to find the perfect pumpkin for you both

pitts insists he gets a bigger one and you get a smaller one, because it matches you guys

and if he wasn’t so cute about suggesting it, you would’ve rolled your eyes

but anyways, onto the carving!

you sit opposite of each other, so you can do a dramatic reveal once your pumpkins are done

you initially decided to buy those ‘pumpkin carving’ kits, you know the ones

it doesn’t take long for you to ditch them however, as they’re never really that good

pitts hates taking the innards out

however, if you also hate it, he’ll do it for you

you know, cause he loves you

“are you allowed to eat this stuff?” “please don’t.” “okay.”

you’ll both tease each other with the ‘goop’, threatening to put it in each other’s hair

and maybe some will actually end up in his hair

“accidentally”, of course

now it’s time to decide on designs

whilst you go for a jack skellington type face, pittsie decides he’s going to wing it and see where he ends up

yeah, he’s a creative one

although i also think he’s totally the type of person to get the world’s biggest pumpkin and carve a tiny :D into it and that’s it

(totally not what i did last year. anyways.)

pitts is very over zealous with the knife

like. extremely careless.

he’s just focused on his art okay

“pittsie, i love you, but you’re going to take your eye out if you aren’t careful”

you have to keep an eye on him just in case

“y/n, stop peeking!” “i’m not!”

of course, you have to put on some halloween-esque music as you carve

michael jackson’s thriller is a must

your pumpkin is coming along great, and judging from pitts’s focused face, his is too

that is, until you hear a ‘shit!’ come from your poor boyfriend

half of his pumpkin has caved in.

he turns it round to show you that his once meticulously carved fang-filled mouth has broken off, leaving just a regular looking mouth

you try not to laugh, but the devastation on his face at such a minor inconvenience is certainly amusing

“you’re laughing. this is the worst day of my life and you’re laughing.”

yeah, pitts is upset to say the least

but a few kisses from you cheers him up pretty fast

he decides to just go with it, instead creating a freakishly large mouth that works just as well

when you're both done, and do your grand reveals, candles are grabbed and placed inside

you both turn the lights off together and admire how they look at lit up

and although pitts is still mourning the loss of his masterpiece, he can't deny you've done a great job

plus he's had the best time doing something he loves with the person he loves

i too have had my pumpkin design cave in last minute and i'm still heartbroken over it </3

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[mimisempai]

I love you because you’re you

Summary:

Imagine Mobius confessing to Sylvie that his crush on Loki started when he watched his exploits as D.B. Cooper... Imagine Loki overhearing this conversation... That is enough to give ideas to our god of mischief to spice up their life...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32516398

2214 words - Rating T

Other oneshots in the same series : Together, For all time, Always 9/?

Sitting at his desk, Mobius was watching Loki.

When he thought about everything that had happened, everything they had been through, and reflected on where they were now, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Whether it was Loki or him, they had both had to deal with great changes in their lives. Both of them had to question themselves in a short period of time.

But they had managed to do it, together.

Mobius sometimes felt a kind of overwhelming elation when he stopped to think about their lives.

Order and chaos.

As he saw Loki walk away with the group of recruits he was training, he let out a sigh of satisfaction and dug into his files.

"Oh my... Mobius, you got it bad."

He looked up.

"Sylvie!"

The young woman was leaning against the doorframe of his office, arms crossed and looking at him with a smile, the usual spark of mischief in her eyes.

"Come in!"

She stepped forward to sit across from him.

The arrival of Loki in Mobius' life had surprisingly brought him another bond.

Sylvie had made a place for herself in Mobius' heart almost as quickly as Loki had.

He had found in her a dear friend, a sister at heart.

When you think about it, Mobius who had been betrayed by his closest friend, Loki who had never found a friend who accepted him as he was, and Sylvie who had not been able to create a bond with anyone during all her years on the run, it was clear that the bonds between them all could only be strong, whether it was friendship, love or brotherhood.

"What did you mean when you came in, or rather why did you say that?"

Sylvie leaned in, her chin in her hands.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe your goofy smile when Loki walks into a room you're in, your completely smitten look when you watch him work or do something else... Do you want me to go on?"

Mobius, embarrassed, raised his hand and said, "Stop! No! It's okay!"

"If it makes you feel any better, it's only me who sees it. After all I know you and I know perfectly well the bond between you. And even though Loki is an expert at masking his feelings, he's just as obvious as you are."

"I guess the fact that you've spent so many years running away, you've learned to watch people so you can preserve yourself." Mobius told her compassionately, fully aware that he had contributed to what had shaped Sylvie's personality.

"Mobius..." Sylvie sighed before continuing, "We've talked about this before, we each did what we had to do to survive or because it was what we thought we were made for. Now we're doing what we need to do to atone, to make sure it doesn't happen again. Know that I have long since forgiven you completely."

Mobius knew that he would still carry the guilt of what he had done at the service of the old TVA for a long time to come, and even though he didn't know at the time, that didn't stop him from being aware of his own responsibility.

He simply replied, "Thank you."

"Well! Let's pick up where we left off," Sylvie began in a lighter tone, "I'm a little curious Mobius, I have the feeling that your crush on Loki dates back long before you met him for real..."

Mobius knew that with Sylvie, there was no point in denying it, she knew him well, sometimes too well for his liking.

"Damn, why do you always have to be so perceptive?"

She shrugged, before adding softly, "it's just that you're very open, Mobius, when it comes to Loki or when you're with him."

"If you say so." replied Mobius, looking unconvinced even though he knew she was right. Odin's lie about Loki's origin had had such a negative impact on his life that Mobius was doing everything to be transparent. He would always do anything to preserve the trust Loki had in him.

"So?" insisted Sylvie, "Your little crush that became a big one… When did you realize it?"

Mobius, annoyed, replied somewhat curtly, "I didn't keep a diary you know."

"Okay, but there must be something about what Loki did or who he was that made you realize your attraction, right?"

Mobius muttered and seeing that Sylvie wouldn't let go, he reached into the only locked drawer of his desk, opened it and pulled out a file.

He took out a photo and slid it towards Sylvie.

She leaned over to take a closer look.

She gasped and her gaze went back and forth from the picture to Mobius several times.

"D.B. Cooper?!!"

Sylvie moved her chair over to Mobius' desk to be closer.

"Now, my little Mobius, I want to know everything."

Mobius sighed and rolled his eyes but complied anyway.

______

Loki had assigned their training missions to the new recruits.

"Miss Minutes, what time is it?"

"Loki, I already told you! Just because I'm shaped like a watch doesn't mean I'm here to be your clock!"

Loki chuckled, before looking at what time it was on the wall clock. He would probably never tire of teasing the IA.

He headed to Mobius' office, he had five minutes before his next assignment so he was going to take the opportunity to pay his lover a short visit, hoping Mobius would be alone.

As he approached, he noticed that the door was slightly open and he heard voices. "So much for the tête-à-tête." he muttered to himself and turned on his heels, a little disappointed.

But as he walked away, he heard his name. Of course, he went back on his steps discreetly and approached the half-opened door, taking care not to be seen. He was not able to look inside the office, but he could now hear the voices very well and recognized that of Sylvie who was conversing with Mobius.

"Okay, but there must be something about what Loki did or who he was that made you realize your attraction, right?"

He heard Mobius mutter in response, but knowing their dynamic by now, he knew he would answer.His answer was of great interest to Loki.

There was a moment of silence, then he heard Sylvie gasp and then exclaim.

"D.B. Cooper?!!"

He heard a noise, as if a piece of furniture was moving and then Sylvie's lower, but still distinct voice saying, "Now, my little Mobius, I want to know everything."

Oh yes my little Mobius, I want to know everything too.

"You didn't see the video of the whole scene where Loki pretended to be D.B.Cooper, I did. And I don't know if it's the charisma he gives off, or the suit, or the glasses, or the haircut, or that fucking wink, but it's the first time I've noticed my interest was far less professional than it should have been."

Sylvie chuckled and replied, "How? You Mobius? You the oh-so-perfect TVA employee?"

Mobius grumbled back, "Ex-employee first, and then perfect employee or not, I'm only human. I was on a diet and I ended up with a five-star meal under my nose, you can't judge me because it aroused my appetite."

Loki realized that the five minutes were over and returned to his appointment place, a little baffled by what he had just heard, but above all extremely interested.

An idea began to germinate in his head, he was not the god of mischief for nothing.

Mobius was not going to figure it out...

Loki moved forward with a much more energetic step, the prospect of an interesting evening motivating him for the rest of his day.

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In the evening, much later, they were making out like teenagers on the couch.

Loki had surprised Mobius with a candlelight dinner and they had spent an extremely pleasant evening and continued to prolong the harmony of the moment.

Loki had wrapped his arms around Mobius' neck and was sitting on his lap.

They separated only to catch their breath before reconnecting their lips again.

Mobius' eyes were closed. Loki swirled his tongue in his lover's mouth in an absolutely naughty way before planting kisses from his mouth to his ear and then whispering in a warm voice, "Open your eyes, love."

Unable to refuse anything to Loki in the state of arousal in which he was, Mobius complied.

He opened his eyes and gasped.

Inches away from him, looking at him through familiar sunglasses, was D.B. Cooper.

D.B. Cooper-Loki sitting on his lap.

He brought his face close to Mobius', lowered his glasses slightly and winked at him. Just like on the video.

Mobius swallowed and licked his lips.

Loki's mouth almost against Mobius', his eyes unfathomable behind the smoked glasses, Loki asked him with a deep and sensual voice, "So, is the charisma that I give off..." he gave a small perverse thrust.

"... or my suit..." he traced with his fingertips the lapel of the black jacket with a lascivious gesture.

"...my haircut" he ran his long fingers through his short hair in a suggestive way.

"...my wink," he repeated the gesture before putting his forearms on Mobius' shoulders and tying his hands behind his neck.

He whispered, "Is all this up to your expectations?" and then leant in to kiss him.

But Mobius, who had recognized the words he had said to Sylvie, had no intention of letting his god of mischief be in control any longer.

Even before Loki's lips could touch his, with a skilful twist of his back, he made them turn around and managed to reverse their position somehow.

Loki found himself lying on the length of the couch, his legs imprisoned by the knees of Mobius who ended up now astride him.

Mirroring Loki's moves, he kissed him and then in the same manner, placed a shower of kisses from his jaw to his ear against which he whispered, " Become Loki again, sweetheart."

Before his eyes, under a veil of green magic that flowed through Loki, Mobius saw his lover regain his usual features.

Loki pouted a little and asked sheepishly, "Didn't you enjoy it?"

Mobius put a finger on Loki's lips, "Shhh, I enjoyed it a lot, but there's something I want to know. How far did you spy on my conversation with Sylvie?"

"Hey!" protested Loki, "I wasn't spying, well not really. I just happened to overhear some of the conversation before I went back to work! I only heard your answer about D.B. Cooper."

"Then I'll tell you what I said to Sylvie afterwards." replied Mobius softly.

"I told him that D.B. had aroused my appetite, but the one that had captured my undivided attention and made me forget about all the others was this Loki."

He underlined his words by poking Loki's nose with the tip of his forefinger.

"So yes D.B. is handsome, but he pales in comparison to you Loki. The real Loki. D.B. doesn't have those gorgeous black curls..." he ran his hands slowly through Loki's hair, and letting them run down his fingers continued, "that are soft as silk. »

He gently stroked the outline of Loki's eyes with his fingertips, "D.B. doesn't have those indescribable blue eyes that change color with light, with time and with emotion."

He ran his thumb over the lower lip of Loki's half-open mouth, "D.B. doesn't have that smile you only have for me."

He gently kissed said smile, then resting his forehead against Loki's, he said softly, "Loki, you will never have to be someone else to seduce me, hell, you don't even have to seduce me since I am already completely seduced. I was lost the day you explained to me with a sad look that your destiny was to be a villain. Because in front of me I had the real Loki. You let me see who you were."

He closed the distance between them and put his lips on Loki's.

Unlike the previous kiss, it was a gentle and almost chaste one. A kiss of oath and renewed love to which Loki responded with all his heart.

Talk about mischief turning against himself in the most beautiful way. There were no losers tonight, only two winners.

Though a little later as his head rested on Mobius' chest, he couldn't help but ask, "So, no more D.B. Cooper?"

The hand that was stroking his head, paused for a moment before resuming as Mobius whispered with a smile in his voice, "Hm... I admit the idea of being bossed around by D.B. Cooper does raise some interest..."

"Tut-tut Agent Mobius... What a naughty boy!"

Mobius pressed a kiss on Loki's forehead and said mischievously, "It's not just you who can do and be whatever you want."

Only Loki's warm laughter against his chest answered him.

Later, lulled by the sweetness of the moment, Mobius drifted off to sleep.

The last thing he felt was a light kiss from Loki on his chest, and the last thing he heard was Loki whispering against his skin, where his heart was.

"Thank you for letting me be me."

⚠️🔞NSFW 🔞⚠️SEQUEL HERE : https://archiveofourown.org/works/32529109

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Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it. 🥰

Now that I'm at the end, I'm thinking about a little sequel about DB Cooper-Loki bossing around Mobius😏😏

[gemsofgreece]

random but I find it a bit uncomfortable when we Greeks, especially someone like you who actually knows about history and is educated, calls Scopje "North Macedonia". Just bc they decided to call themselves like that and our dumb, unpatriotic politicians accepted it, I don't see why we should play along. Macedonia is Greek. Alexander the Great was Greek. Period.

If even we Greeks give in and start calling them like this, then we can't expect foreigners not to do so or not to eventually believe the false historical facts spread by that country. And eventually everyone, even Greeks, will believe that Macedonia or Alexander or whatever else were not Greek.

This thought worries me a lot. But since I live overseas myself, I do try educating foreigners about this.

sorry for the lil rant, but it's not the first time I see Greeks (even on tv!) do that and it is disappointing and saddening to me.

like Turks, Germans, French, British or ppl from any other country would never behave the way Greeks do on such a matter.

Really makes me wonder sometimes what it is that makes us Greeks so unpatriotic. it's somehow like being patriotic equals being a fascist for us, and obviously no one wants that so we just accept everyone else running over us, our history and our culture. (generally speaking, not only about that topic and it's definitely not towards you. just an observation of mine)

anyway again sorry for the rant.

I agree, many Greeks have that belief that any slight patriotic sentiment, even without hatred or any feeling of superiority, automatically makes you a fascist. It frustrates me too.

On the topic of our neighbour country, things are very complicated though. It’s not as easy as to say “There’s no other Macedonia - our politicians betrayed us - I try to educate as many people as I can”.

First of all, Skopje is not a correct term to use either. Skopje is their capital city and if I said “there are Pomak populations in Bulgaria, Northeastern Greece and Skopje”, then the average foreigner would misunderstand that sentence. We Greeks simply use that name for the country in lack of any better alternative and because it is not our job to find one for them.

Of course I dislike the name North Macedonia, however I think it is better in comparison to what was being used till the change. Just because we Greeks used the former official name FYROM, it doesn’t mean foreigners did too. It is very sad but it is the truth. In the absence of Greeks, everybody was calling the country Macedonia. The reason is a) the insane propaganda of the neighbours, b) the weirdness of an acronym used as a country’s name and c) the extremely long and complicated name when said in full. Trust me, everyone called them Macedonia and when a Greek showed up and screamed “it’s FYROM”, they were largely ignored or even ridiculed.

Let alone that FYROM is in truth an even more terrible name than North Macedonia. Remember what it means. Former Yugoslavic Republic of Macedonia. What the hell does that mean? That it was formerly (yugo)slavic but now it is not? And that it was or still is THE Republic of Macedonia, the one!!! You get how this was way worse than North Macedonia? North Macedonia suggests that there is another Macedonia too, a South Macedonia. So the average foreigner who doesn’t know much about Greek or Slavic history may be intrigued by that North specification and look up what the “south” Macedonia is and find out about our region and its inhabitants and history. Also the differentiation between North Macedonia and Macedonia (ours, often called Historical or Aegean Macedonia) may intrigue new people to study the issues of the tensions between the two countries and have an educated opinion on it. This was much less probable to happen when foreigners were expected to call the country FYROM and then they were weirded out, so they would be like “oh just call it Macedonia for short” and they would do that without second thought, without knowing someone else condemns this name as appropriation of history and direct land claim.

Of course, the name North Macedonia is mostly inaccurate as only a small part of the far south of the country is part of the actual Ancient Macedonia. The ideal would be a NO Macedonia name but right now it was not realistic. They would not accept it and they were getting deeply under the influence of Turkey. Albania and Bulgaria are deeply influenced by Turkey, Greece felt it was suicide if she destroyed entirely the relations with North Macedonia and was literally surrounded by Turk friends from all sides. I am sure both sides absolutely loathe every single term in this agreement but politics sometimes work differently than our principles. I don’t like it but I have come to a place that I kind of understand. I hate it but it is better than the absolute nothing we had before.

What I can’t come to terms with is giving in for the nationality and language. That really seems as little other than a big fat betrayal. However, if I try hard to be objective about the situation, I believe neighbours are in a worse place than us in the longterm. Huge tensions often arise inside North Macedonia with like 1/3 of “”””””MaCEdoNIAns”””””” being Albanian and Bulgaria claiming the rest 2/3 are actually Bulgarians. And what is factually the truth, that the “Macedonian” language is basically a Bulgarian dialect just must create a situation of chaos within the country. I wouldn’t find it surprising if the nation feels unsafe. And when a nation feels unsafe, the best way to control it, distract it from the identity confusion and give it a purpose is to feed them with a shitload of propaganda, the kind they would LIKE to hear.

When Slavic populations were pushed north and out of Macedonia by the Greeks during the Balkan Wars and then they became part of what was called South Serbia and then part of Yugoslavia and then Yugoslavia collapsed and their population is a blend of Serb Slavs, Bulgarians, Albanians and apparently there must be Greek Slav origins there too, it is no wonder the nation suffers from identity crisis and is susceptible to brainwashing and propaganda. I suppose they hate the guts of all of us surrounding them. So the claim that Macedonian is a separate ethnicity, unrelated to Greeks, and they are the sole descendants, a claim that was only made in 1935 for the first time, was a desperate way to establish an identity against Slavs and Greeks who surrounded them and with whom they felt entirely disconnected and hostile. I mean, at points in time, they were even denying any Slavic heritage. I think lately things aren’t as bad as they were. Of course, their government remains provocative towards Greece even after the agreement but this is no surprise after Greeks agreed on nationality and language. Currently they have tensions on ethnicity and culture mostly with Bulgarians and Albanians so our issue is somewhere in the back. Some of their youth now says they don’t actually believe they are descendants of Alexander the Great and that was an extreme measure to spite Greece. This was one of the terms of the Prespes agreement after all: that they would stop claiming Greek history and culture. Of course extreme and brainwashed nationalists are alive and well (everywhere) but things are better than they were some years ago IMO. I could be wrong though.

Anyway I get why things happened the way they happened. But of course butchering history is not the solution… but as you see they are not very close at solving anything. That was kinda my answer’s point, not sure it came across right. In the meantime, I have to use this geographic term to be understood and it is a little better than any widely understood alternative.

Context for foreigners: Alexander the Great died about 800 years before the first Slav stepped on Macedonia or any other Greek territory. Macedonians and all other Greeks technically stopped being considered as “ancient” half a millennium before the first Slavs showed up.

[loveisneurotic]

Kaguya-sama Blind Reaction/Analysis: S1E1

Hello everyone, this is my blog which I am currently using to react to and analyze Kaguya-sama: Love Is War much more seriously than I should analyze any romcom.

I have only seen the first episode of the anime, which this post shall explore using far too many words. If I'm feeling particularly motivated, I may read the manga as well.

My analysis will contain spoilers. If you're thinking of watching this show and haven't seen it yet, I recommend you at least go check out the first episode yourself before reading any further. I don't know what the rest of the show is like, but what I've seen so far has been both entertaining and thought-provoking.

I'm going in mostly blind, but not entirely blind. There are a few images of the anime and manga that I have been exposed to, although without the attached context. Due to cultural osmosis and the sheer popularity of this work, perhaps that was almost inevitable.

Figure 1.1.1: Why did this guy write an essay about a single episode of an ongoing romcom?

Kaguya-sama: Love Is War

Season 1 Episode 1

I Will Make You Invite Me to a Movie / Kaguya Wants to Be Stopped / Kaguya Wants It

Power dynamics in relationships

Figure 1.1.2: Immediately, the mangaka's tastes become clear.

I heard a saying once that really stuck with me: "The partner who cares the least has all of the power."

In the world of dating, I often sincerely believed this saying. You may yearn for someone's affection, but the other person need not give it to you until they are willing and ready. No matter how much you want it, you can't make someone more interested in you, unless you resort to being roundabout, such as adding some mystery and intrigue to your courtship. But is that excessive?

I once felt a potential lover slipping through my grasp, and before I knew it, I found myself chasing after them. As I was yearning for their attention, I felt as if I'd lost my dignity. It was humiliating. Painful. Was it just that they weren't the right person for me? Or was I not funny enough? Not charismatic enough? Not interesting enough? Too clingy? Too talkative? Should I have been more distant and given them more space? Did I seem too weak? Too eager? How should I have maximized my desirability? Regardless, I had surely lost. Perhaps they wanted the satisfaction and validation of conquering me. Playing me for a fool and asserting their superiority by being so distant. Isn't that right? Or is that just insecurity speaking? At what point is it ideal to cut one's losses and walk away?

If someone desperately wants the object of their affection to desire them, does that make them pathetic? Does it make them a loser? If you show more vulnerability and desire than the other person, does that truly make you the weak one in a relationship?

These questions plague our two protagonists and seem to be a driving force behind the main conflict. Since I have also grappled with how much to reveal my own feelings of desire, I find Kaguya-sama: Love Is War to be a particularly fascinating show.

Desire without action

Figure 1.1.3: Our protagonists are gifted with impressively high academic intelligence paired with impressively low emotional intelligence.

The show wastes no time in introducing us to our two main protagonists. Kaguya was born into a family of high stature (and says "ara ara" frequently enough to power a small country of weebs), whereas Shirogane is a "commoner" (Kaguya's word, not mine) who worked hard to reach the pinnacle of the student body. Like timid schoolchildren, they're crushing on each other, and yet they refuse to admit it due to their pride. Instead, they focus on getting their "opponent" to confess their love first.

What stuck out to me immediately is how they both have different ideas of what their relationship would be like. Shirogane envisions Kaguya as blushing, shy, and conventionally cute, whereas Kaguya (thankfully) envisions herself taking absolute dominance over Shirogane (which plenty of people should see coming as a character trait after the anime's very first scene). The bad news about this is that their two fantasies are at odds. The good news about this is that the mangaka has fantastic taste -- you can learn a lot about a storyteller based on the characterization of a love interest or lead character of the author's preferred gender.

In the event that the two of them become an actual couple, I wonder how on Earth they'll reach a compromise as to how they'll treat each other. Perhaps they will have to figure that out before they can even get that intimate.

I appreciate that we get to see both of their perspectives. It hammers home how everyone has a different truth in regards to what they desire and what they experience, and the show does not hold back when it comes to showing just how different these truths can be -- such as a certain lunch-themed sequence that I will talk about later. This works to great dramatic and comedic effect.

That said, when you spend your time fantasizing about what could happen instead of actually taking action, time is not so friendly to you.

Half a year passes.

Figure 1.1.4: Two geniuses dedicate their pride to wasting their life and energy.

Immediately, I got the impression that whoever wrote this segment of the story knows what they're doing. This is too real. And by "too real", I mean I very much appreciate the realism. How many of us have waited for ages (or for eternity) to confess our feelings to a specific someone?

This is the curse of having a crush and being incapable of acting on it. It's also why I hate having crushes.

Manufacturing affection in others, AKA the extraction of vulnerability

Figure 1.1.5: A plan is devised to weaponize jealousy in the name of affection.

To express your truest feelings means being vulnerable. That implies taking a risk and feeling responsible for any potential consequences of rejection, as well as putting our dignity on the line. It would be so much easier for the object of our affection to make themselves vulnerable instead. So instead of being direct and honest, we act indirect. We drop hints. We act suggestively, but not explicitly. We may even place them in situations where we think they are more likely to confess. If they don't pick up on it, we can pretend we didn't mean anything by it. That way, we don't have to risk our dignity. We can just wait for them to make the move.

It sucks.

Incidentally, it sucks even more when both you and your love interest are thinking that way.

It sucks infinitely more when both you and your love interest are COMMITTED to thinking that way.

Someone has to break the deadlock, whether that's immediately or eventually.

If this show isn't one of those romcoms where the status quo never changes ever (judging by the quality of writing, I have faith that it isn't), then at some point, either Shirogane or Kaguya is going to have to be explicit about how they really feel. And it's going to feel scarier to them than anything else they've ever done.

It's gonna be great.

If we could all grow up and live in environments where it's safe and encouraged for all of us to be honest about how we feel and what we want, surely love would be much less painful for so many people.

Chaos theory

Figure 1.1.6: If your prospective lover won't protect you, then your friend definitely will.

Chika is the ideal wild card and agent of chaos in this arena of love.

From a writing perspective, Chika is immensely useful. The mangaka probably could have gotten by without a third character in the mix, but she serves as a catalyst and an unknown element, able to create unpredictability and subversion of expectations. For a comedy-oriented story, this is invaluable.

Blissfully unaware of the mental turmoil that plagues our two lovesick dorks, she is able to unintentionally invalidate whatever schemes that Kaguya or Shirogane spent so much mental energy on, which adds extra comedy and tension for the audience. She is also an effective vehicle for Kaguya's jealousy and projection, as seen in the lunchbox scene which I have so graciously foreshadowed.

Figure 1.1.7: We have confirmed visual on an unidentified fourth person. Chekhov would love this. From their posture, I wonder if they'll be a gloomy character?

Misunderstandings and assumptions

I've heard that most interpersonal conflicts in life emerge from misunderstandings. In the absence of communication, assumptions are born and give rise to misunderstandings.

You may know where I'm going with this. Let's talk about the lunchbox sequence.

Figure 1.1.8 (not pictured because tumblr wishes to deny me of my image spam): Kaguya is too prideful to admit she thinks that a couple is doing something cute.

Figure 1.1.9: Pride is considered a sin for a reason.

From a writing perspective, I was impressed by the lack of romantic intentions in Shirogane in this whole sequence. Not once did he try to get Kaguya to show vulnerability to him. Instead, Kaguya is the only one spinning the situation in a romantic way, while Shirogane's driving force is the misunderstanding that Kaguya is looking down on him for what he eats. Because of this misunderstanding, Shirogane doubles down and makes his food even better, making the situation even more complicated and more stressful for Kaguya. This was definitely my favorite comedy sequence from the first episode.

I appreciate that the show has demonstrated the ability to create these scenarios where one of the characters doesn't even have love on their mind, but there are still romantic thoughts coming from the other character which drives the drama. It gives me a lot of faith in the variety this show will have to offer, and makes me excited to watch more.

When it comes to comedy rooted in misunderstandings, it is important to have miscommunication or lack of communication. In order to resolve a misunderstanding, you need to talk about it. For a pairing as dysfunctional as Kaguya and Shirogane, expecting healthy communication sounds highly unreasonable, which makes them prime material for a whole world of misunderstandings.

Misunderstandings are rooted in assumptions about what the other person meant when they said something or made a certain gesture or expression. When Kaguya glared at Shirogane and his food, he didn't even think to ask "What's the matter?" He just made an assumption about how she felt. I wonder if trying to understand Kaguya's feelings would be considered a sign of weakness by Shirogane?

A prerequisite to initiating an emotional conversation is the desire to understand or be understood by the other person -- assuming that your assumptions haven't already built a narrative for you. It is far easier to make assumptions than it is to attempt any sort of understanding.

In the end, Shirogane fled, unwilling to confront or attempt to understand the intense and passive-aggressive Kaguya. Kaguya feels that she cannot directly ask to try his lunch, so perhaps this is the closest she can get to initiating such a conversation with him at this time. Despite their mind games where they imagine the reactions of their opponent, they still have a lot of difficulty understanding each other.

I am curious to see if this prospective couple's communication skills and emotional intelligence will improve over the course of the story.

The burden of potential romance

Figure 1.1.10: Even the infallible genius Kaguya succumbs to superficial jealousy. It's "mind over matter" versus "matter over mind". That's how the saying goes, right?

Chika is a free spirit, able to ask Shirogane for whatever she wants without being neurotic. That is the power of not being bounded by a crush. Kaguya, who lacks that degree of freedom, briefly loathes her for experiencing something that Kaguya cannot ask for. It's amazing how much someone's feelings for a friend can change without a single word being spoken between them. All it takes is an action, unintentional or not, combined with the raw strength of insecurity. Just as quickly, the status quo can return back to normal too, with the act of properly making up.

To Chika, asking for food from someone doesn't mean anything at all, whereas with Kaguya, it is an admission of defeat. In that sense, a relationship that will only ever be platonic brings peace of mind, whereas a relationship that can be potentially romantic brings leagues upon leagues of anxiety if the outcome is of great concern.

Love is neurotic.

Is love worth the pain? For some people, it is not. For others, the reward is immense -- but only if you can make sure your relationship with this person doesn't end up being a nightmare for your emotional health.

Love and self-identity

The final scene of the episode surprised me in a good way. It's a brief departure from the comedy, and reveals a more heartfelt side of the show.

Kaguya's servant asks her an insightful question. It is substantially more insightful than I would expect from any romcom: "If you fell in love some day, would you wait for that person to confess their love, like now? Or would you confess your love?" I found myself immediately curious to hear Kaguya's answer, since I knew it would be highly informative about her character.

"If that time comes, I would consider the risk of someone stealing him first and come to the one rational conclusion." Even in the realm of love, Kaguya seems precise and calculating. It's as if she hesitates to give a straight answer, but then she confirms: "Of course I would go."

Figure 1.1.11: "Please understand."

It is not embarrassment or rejection that Kaguya fears; it is the absolute destruction of her identity and sense of self. Kaguya is the daughter of a family that practically runs the country. In her mind, everyone yearns for her and wishes to serve her. Turning that around and reaching out to another person to express her own desire would be a direct contradiction of that. It is probably a similar situation for Shirogane, where the infallible self-image he has built up is being put at risk during his romantic duels against Kaguya.

Kaguya clearly feels trapped. She and Shirogane see each other as threats to be conquered, but in reality, they both share a mutual enemy that is much more imposing and insidious: their own simultaneous disgust at the idea of vulnerability.

Their freedom is dominated by their insecurities, and so, even despite their impressive stature, they are still very human. Their upbringing that has lead them to become so accomplished may be more of a curse than a blessing, due to the resulting pride and self-image they likely feel pressured to uphold.

It is hard to cast aside a lie that you have bought into for your whole life.

If our two protagonists wish to have a chance of establishing a healthy romantic relationship, they have a lot of their own demons to overcome first. If they cannot set aside their pride and reach mutual understanding, they have no hope.

Until then, they will both remain trapped in a hell of their own design, however tragically comedic it may be.

My hopes for this story's future

I can tell that the mangaka, unlike far too many writers all over the world, actually seems to have a solid understanding of romance and the conflict that arises within. I've watched too many anime that place huge focus on the "will they or won't they" crap which never runs any deeper than one or both of the characters being too embarrassed to just say what they're thinking, without any sort of convincing mental blocker. In that case, it's clearly just manufactured drama which is designed to pad out the story and waste your time rather than pose interesting questions and themes. In the case of Kaguya and Shirogane, the two of them have substantial communication issues which are depicted in a comedic yet mature way, which I have found engaging.

I very much hope that the show will more deeply explore the themes and questions surrounding the ideas of vulnerability, emotional intelligence, and superiority within relationships. Kaguya and Shirogane have been set up to be great vehicles for such exploration, and I hope the mangaka can capitalize on that, especially if our protagonists can confront these issues directly.

My impression is that the ending will make or break this story. If the mangaka can pull it off well, I can already believe the payoff will be hugely satisfying.

Of course, in order to get to that point, we'll have to see a certain something. It has to do with the most sacred word amongst romcom enthusiasts: "progress". Indeed, after spending chapters upon chapters watching two characters bumble around amidst the same exact status quo, those little signs of advancements in a relationship are highly rewarding.

Underneath all of their aggression, if we can see Kaguya and Shirogane slowly open up to each other and realize the benefits of vulnerability, I think we could witness something really beautiful and really emotionally cathartic.

I've still only seen one episode, but I believe the mangaka has laid a fantastic groundwork for a series and can do a great job developing upon what I've seen so far. On that note, I will surpass our prideful protagonists by opening my heart to this story and entrusting it with my vulnerability, believing it can deliver satisfying development and resolution. You can do it!

Closing thoughts

I did not expect to write so much about a single episode of an ANIME of all things, but here we are. If only I could conjure this kind of power back when I actually needed it in high school English class!

The first episode alone is already so rich with characterization and themes that I managed to find quite a lot to talk about. Given how much I found myself relating to the characters and some of their situations, it's clear to me how this show became so popular. Not only are the animation, direction, and writing excellent, but also many people can probably relate to love feeling like a battlefield.

I do not want to believe in the idea of winners and losers in relationships. That idea creeps into my head whenever I'm having trouble keeping the interest of a new date, and I find myself wondering where those thoughts even come from. Lately, I have been reflecting on the way I relate to other people. Perhaps I've started experiencing this show at a time in my life when I most needed it, and that's why I felt driven to write such a large analysis.

This show poses some very interesting questions about romance that I do not actually know the answer to at the time of writing. I do not know yet how much the show is actually going to explore these themes. Regardless, I appreciate how this show is helping me reflect, and I am curious to see if and how the mangaka will answer some of the questions brought about by the story's themes.

This is a show that I'll most likely have to pace myself with. There was so much to process in this first episode alone. If I went any faster, I'm not sure if I'd even catch all of the details and character moments. I'm excited to move onto the second episode soon.

A highly subjective footnote about my cultured tastes

I'm glad that Kaguya is a sadistic dom with a gentle and vulnerable side, solely on the basis of that being my favorite personality type in a love interest. It also helps that it makes Kaguya's fantasies that much funnier with Shirogane acting so out of character. I feel like this show was made for me.

What was I writing about again? Oh yeah, writing a gigantic wall of text about an anime romcom. Somehow, I spent an entire day on this essay. Hopefully someone got a kick out of it.