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the-most-humble-blog · 3 months ago

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🧠 HUMAN LOGIC IS A BIOLOGICAL TOOL, NOT A UNIVERSAL TRUTH — DEAL WITH IT 🧠

🔪 Your Brain’s Favorite Lie: That Logic Is “Objective”.

Let’s stop playing nice. Your logic—your beautiful, beloved, oh-so-precious sense of what “makes sense”—is not divine. It’s not universal. It’s not even reliable. It’s a biologically evolved, meat-based survival mechanism, no more sacred than your gag reflex or the way your pupils dilate in the dark.

You’re walking around with a 3-pound wet sponge between your ears—trained over millions of years not to “understand the universe,” but to keep your ugly, vulnerable ass alive just long enough to breed. That’s it. That’s your heritage. That’s the entire raison d’être of your logic: don’t get eaten, don’t starve, and hopefully, bone someone before you drop dead.

But somewhere along the line, that same glitchy chunk of gray matter started patting itself on the back. We started believing that our interpretations of reality somehow were reality—that our logic, rooted in the same neural sludge as tribal fear and monkey politics, could actually comprehend the totality of existence.

Newsflash: it can’t. It won’t. It was never meant to.

💀 Evolution Didn’t Build You for Truth—It Built You to Cope.

Why do we think the universe must obey our logic? Because it feels good. Because it comforts us. Because a cosmos that operates on cause-effect, fairness, and binary resolution is safe. But here’s the raw, uncaring truth: the universe doesn’t give a shit about what “makes sense” to you.

Your ancestors didn’t survive because they could contemplate quantum mechanics. They survived because they could run from predators, recognize tribal cues, and avoid eating poisonous berries. That’s what your brain is optimized for. You don’t “think” so much as you react, pattern-match, and rationalize after the fact.

Logic is just another story we tell ourselves—an illusion of control layered over biological impulses. And we’ve mistaken the map for the terrain. Worse—we’ve convinced ourselves that if something defies our version of logic, it must be false.

Nah. If anything defies your logic, that just means your logic is insufficient. And it is.

📉 Spaghetti Noodle vs Earthquake: A Metaphor for Your Mind.

Imagine trying to measure a 9.7-magnitude earthquake using a cooked spaghetti noodle.

That’s what it’s like when a human tries to understand the totality of the universe using evolved meat-brain logic. It bends. It flails. It doesn't register. And when it inevitably fails, what do we do? We don't question the noodle—we deny the earthquake.

"This doesn't make sense!" we scream. "That can't be true!" we bark. "It contradicts reason!" we whine.

Your reason? Please. Your “reason” is the product of biochemical slop shaped by evolutionary shortcuts and social conditioning. You’re trying to compress infinite reality through the Play-Doh Fun Factory that is the prefrontal cortex—and you think the result is objective truth?

Try harder.

👁 Our Logic Is Not Only Limited—It’s Delusional 👁

Humans are addicted to the idea that things must “make sense.” But that urge isn’t noble. It’s a coping mechanism—a neurotic tic that keeps us from curling into a ball and sobbing at the abyss.

We don’t want truth. We want familiarity. We want logic to confirm our biases, reinforce our sense of superiority, and keep our mental snow globes intact.

This is why people still argue against things like:

Multiverse theories (“that just doesn’t make sense!”)

Non-binary time constructs (“how can time not be linear?”)

Quantum entanglement (“spooky action at a distance sounds made-up!”)

AI emergence (“machines can’t think!”)

We call them “impossible” because they offend the Church of Human Logic. But the universe doesn’t follow our rules—it just does what it does, whether or not it fits inside our skulls.

🧬 Logic Is a Neural Shortcut, Not a Cosmic Law 🧬

Every logical deduction you make, every syllogism you love, is just a cascade of neurons firing in meat jelly. And while that may feel profound, it’s no more “objective” than a cat reacting to a laser pointer.

Let’s break it down clinically:

Neural pathways = habitual responses

Reasoning = post-hoc justification

“Logic” = pattern recognition + cultural programming

Sure, logic feels universal because it's consistent within certain frameworks. But that’s the trap. You build your logic inside a container, and then get mad when things outside that container don’t obey the same rules.

That's not a flaw in reality. That's a flaw in you.

📚 Science Bends the Knee, Too 📚

Even science—our most sacred institution of “objectivity”—is limited by human logic. We create models of reality not because they are reality, but because they’re the best our senses and brains can grasp.

Think about it:

Newton’s laws were “truth” until Einstein showed up.

Euclidean geometry was “truth” until curved space said “lol nope.”

Classical logic ruled until Gödel proved that even logic can’t fully explain itself.

We’re not marching toward truth. We’re crawling through fog, occasionally bumping into reality, scribbling notes about what it might be—then mistaking those notes for the cosmos itself.

And every time the fog clears a bit more, we realize how hilariously wrong we were. But instead of accepting that we're built to misunderstand, we cling to the delusion that next time we’ll finally “get it.”

Spoiler: we won’t.

🌌 Alien Minds Would Find Us Adorable 🌌

Imagine a being with cognition not rooted in flesh. A silicon-based intelligence. A 4D consciousness. A non-corporeal entity who doesn’t rely on dopamine hits to feel “true.”

What would they think of our logic?

They’d laugh.

Our logic would seem as quaint as a toddler’s crayon drawing of a black hole. Our syllogisms? A joke. Our “laws of physics”? Regional dialects of a much deeper syntax. To them, we’d be flatlanders trying to explain volume.

And the real kicker? They wouldn’t even hate us for it. They’d just look at our little blogs and tweets and peer-reviewed papers and whisper: “Aw, they’re trying.”

💣 You Are Not a Philosopher-King. You Are a Biochemical Coin Flip.

Don’t get it twisted. You are not some detached, floating brain being logical for logic’s sake. Every thought you have is drenched in emotion, evolution, and instinct. Even your "rationality" is soaked in bias and cultural conditioning.

Let’s prove it:

Ever “logically” justify a bad relationship because you feared loneliness?

Ever dismiss an argument you didn’t like even though it made sense?

Ever ignore data that threatened your worldview, then called it “flawed”?

Congratulations. You’re human. You don’t want truth. You want safety. And logic, for most of you, is just a mask your fears wear to sound smart.

🪓 We Have to Kill the God of Logic Before It Kills Us.

Our worship of logic as some kind of untouchable deity has consequences:

It blinds us to truths that don’t “compute.”

It makes us hostile to mystery, paradox, and ambiguity.

It turns us into arrogant gatekeepers of “rationality,” dismissing what we can’t explain.

That’s why Western culture mocks intuition, fears spirituality, and rejects phenomena it can’t immediately dissect. If it doesn’t bow to the metric system or wear a lab coat, it’s seen as “woo.”

But here’s the paradox:

The deepest truths may be the ones that never fit inside your head. And if you cling to logic too tightly, you’ll miss them. Hell—you might not even know they exist.

⚠️ So What Now? Do We Just Give Up? ⚠️

No. We don’t throw logic away. We just stop treating it like a universal measuring stick.

We use it like what it is: a tool. A hammer, not a temple. A flashlight, not the sun. Logic is helpful within a context. It’s fantastic for building bridges, writing code, or diagnosing illnesses. But it breaks down when used on the unquantifiable, the infinite, the beyond-the-body.

Here’s how we survive without losing our minds:

Stay skeptical of your own thoughts. If it “makes sense,” ask: to whom? Why? Is that logic—or is it just comfort?

Let mystery exist. You don’t need to solve every riddle. Some truths aren’t puzzles—they’re paintings.

Defer to the unknown. Accept that your brain is not the final word. Sometimes silence is smarter than syllogisms.

Interrogate the framework. When you say “this doesn’t make sense,” maybe the problem isn’t the idea—it’s the limits of your logic.

Don’t gatekeep reality. Just because you can’t wrap your mind around something doesn’t mean it’s false. It might just mean you’re not ready.

🎤 Final Thought: You’re a Dumb Little God—And That’s Beautiful.

You are a confused primate running wetware logic on blood and breath. You hallucinate meaning. You invent consistency. You call those inventions “truth.”

And the universe? The universe just is. It doesn’t bend for your brain. It doesn’t wait for your approval. It doesn’t owe you legibility.

So maybe the wisest thing you’ll ever do is this:

Stop pretending you’re built to understand everything. Start living like you’re here to witness the absurdity and be humbled by it.

Now go question everything—especially yourself.

🔥 REBLOG if your logic just got kicked in the teeth. 🔥 FOLLOW if you’re ready for more digital crowbars to the ego. 🔥 COMMENT if your meat-brain is having an existential meltdown right now.

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that-one-ostrich-friend · 7 months ago

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Delicate Part I

sirius black x reader - delicate part i

link to part ii

word count: 1.5k

summary: this is part i of a sirius black x ravenclaw!reader series. a slow burn romance with platonic remus x reader and maybe some flirtatious remus x reader if you squint a lot lol

warnings: y/n is from ravenclaw (not sure if that’s even a needed warning) so sorry if that’s not your house

a/n: does young remus have glasses?? i always picture him with them so… anyways i hope you enjoy!!!!

The weather was perfect for a Quidditch match—crisp and clear, with a bright sun hanging lazily in the sky. The students of Hogwarts were buzzing with excitement as they filled the stands around the pitch, the air thick with anticipation. It was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, and as usual, the rivalry was as fierce as ever. y/n y/l/n, perched in the Gryffindor section, was one of the few who wasn’t fully invested in the outcome.

Of course, she was a Ravenclaw, which meant she didn’t exactly hate Slytherin the way many of the Gryffindors did, but she didn’t exactly like them either. Quidditch, for y/n, was less about the house competition and more about the game itself. The fast pace, the sharp movements, the high stakes.

“I swear, I’m going to break my neck with all this flipping around,” Remus said, sitting beside her in the stands, adjusting his glasses as he leaned forward, his eyes tracking the players on the pitch.

y/n laughed, nudging him with her elbow. “You don’t have to copy the broom movements with your head, Remus.”

Remus smirked, but his attention was still fixed on the players below. He and y/n had been friends since their first year at Hogwarts, and over the years, they’d come to have a natural rhythm. Remus was thoughtful, measured, while y/n was... well, less careful. She often followed her whims, but Remus never judged. He understood her, and in turn, she’d always had his back.

“So, how are your Quidditch predictions going?” Remus asked with a teasing grin, a slight glint of amusement in his eyes.

y/n shifted in her seat, pulling her scarf a little tighter around her neck. “I’m not exactly in the business of predictions,” she replied. “But I’d say Gryffindor’s keeper looks like he’s about to have a nervous breakdown.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Sirius isn’t playing, is he?”

y/n turned her head just in time to catch the flash of black hair in the distance. Sirius Black. Standing near the Gryffindor bench, a leather jacket hanging carelessly over his shoulder, chatting with James Potter, looking every bit the confident troublemaker he always was.

“No,” y/n replied quickly, perhaps a little too quickly, “he’s just... watching.”

“Wonder why…” Remus mused.

Before she could say anything else, the sound of the crowd roared in approval as the match began. y/n turned her attention back to the pitch just as the teams took off. The game was fast, as expected. Broomsticks zipped through the air in all directions, and the tension in the stands was palpable. y/n watched as the players darted around, each one more agile than the next, the game unfolding in a swirl of color and motion.

It was only a matter of moments before her eyes, despite herself, found their way back to Sirius. He was standing a little further down, not far from the Gryffindor team. She’d always known him as the charming, rebellious Gryffindor whose every movement seemed to demand attention, but today, there was something different in the way he stood—more contemplative, almost... absent. He looked deep in thought, his eyes far from the action on the field, his focus instead drawn elsewhere.

For a brief moment, their gazes locked across the stands.

There was an intensity in his eyes, something that felt... more than just passing interest. Then, just as quickly, he gave her a cheeky grin, his eyes narrowing with the sort of mischief she’d come to expect from him. He shot her a wink and turned back toward the match, leaning slightly forward on the railing as if to shout something to his teammates.

y/n’s heart stammered in her chest, and she quickly turned away, trying to focus on the game again.

Sirius Black was not her type. He cared for very few and swooned every girl he came across— he would even try McGonagall if he had the chance.The few occasions they had spoken were purely because of his friendship with Remus. But that look, that smile—it lingered far longer than she liked to admit.

“Everything okay?” Remus asked, his voice full of innocent concern.

y/n nodded quickly, a little too quickly. “Yeah. Fine. I’m just... getting distracted.”

She realized that she wasn’t talking about the match anymore.

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The rest of the match passed in a blur. Gryffindor won, of course—James Potter’s Seeker skills were, as always, nearly legendary—but y/n didn’t feel the usual rush of excitement she normally would. Her thoughts kept returning to Sirius, to that brief connection they’d shared across the stands. It wasn’t like her to overthink things, but she couldn’t help it. She tried to push the thoughts aside, but they lingered, stubborn and persistent.

When the final whistle blew and the stands erupted into cheers, y/n stood up, stretching her legs.

“Another victory for Gryffindor,” Remus said dryly, his voice a little less animated than usual. As much as he was happy for his friends, he wasn’t as invested in Quidditch as most of the school was.

y/n glanced down at him, “Not a big supporter of your friends?”

“No,” Remus said with a laugh. “I just don’t get the point of screaming your head off for people you don’t know.”

y/n smiled and nudged him. “You’re such a stick in the mud sometimes.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Someone has to be. You’re never serious about anything.”

She led him out of the stands to start their walk back to the school, but Remus made her stop to wait for his friends. Despite his lack of interest in the game, he was always eager to congratulate them for a victory.

As they waited near the team tents, a voice rang out above the noise of the crowd.

“y/l/n!” Sirius Black’s voice, sharp and clear, cut through the chatter like a knife.

y/n’s stomach dropped, it wasn’t from embarrassment. It was something different—something she couldn’t quite place. She turned around slowly to find him making his way toward them through the thinning crowd. His black hair was a bit windblown, and he had a grin plastered across his face, looking for all the world like he’d just won the game himself.

“What is it, Black?” y/n asked, trying to sound nonchalant, even though she felt awkward after their… moment.

Sirius stopped just in front of her, his eyes scanning her face, a glint of amusement in his dark gaze. “Just thought I’d pop over so you can give me your congratulations.”

y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. “Your team beat Slytherin without you even playing.”

“Ah, but you see,” Sirius said, his grin widening, “They wouldn’t have won without my grand reputation to scare the other team away.”

“Uh-huh,” y/n said, trying to hide her smile behind a scoff.

Sirius’s grin softened just slightly, but before he could say another word Remus clapped him on the back.

“Congrats to Gryffindor once again!” He smiled as he wrapped an arm around his friend’s shoulders.

“Save it for James,” Sirius said, “he did most of the work.” He glanced at y/n before quickly adding, “I mean I helped too of course,” with a smirk.

Remus laughed at the absurdity and withdrew his arm. “Will there be a celebration?”

Sirius adjusted his stance to a slightly more confident one, “Of course. I thought you might be interested in joining us too,” he looked at her, his voice light but edged with something more. “You know, to show that you’re not always too busy with your potion studies.”

y/n glanced at Remus, who was searching the remaining crowd for James. She hesitated.

It was tempting. Very tempting. But she had her studies to attend to. And then, there was always that lingering hesitation when it came to Sirius Black.

“I’m busy, thanks,” y/n said with a shrug, though part of her wished she wasn’t.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with her answer. “Right,” his posture changed ever so slightly, “well, next time then. You’re not always going to be too busy to have a bit of fun, are you?”

Before y/n could respond, James joined their little group with a smile so big you think this was his first Slytherin defeat. He pulled Sirius away into a conversation that Remus soon joined.

y/n said a quick goodbye to Remus and headed towards the school, feeling the strange sense of disorientation that often followed when Remus was dragged away by his other friends.

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allgoldenelite · 3 months ago

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Late as hell because I wasn't online when it happened, but here's why Taichi vs ZSJ from the NJC on 3/15 is so devastating. I'm very normal about this match. I'm normal about these two men and I can be trusted around matches where they're in the same ring /s.

Long so it goes after the cut.

(Btw I will say this here once but it goes for the entire post so please keep it in mind: it's irrelevant to me what's work or what's shoot. At the end of the day this is an art form, so if it was said in a tweet or on stream or backstage I'm taking it as absolute truth for the characters. If it made you feel something it's real enough, the rest is just a footnote.)

So, the mise-en-scène is that everything fucking sucks. Suzuki-gun is no more, Dangerous Tekkers are no more, Taichi was just hanging out with a literal pack of Just Some Guys in a casual work only relationship so that he can avoid getting hurt again, and yet he still gets hurt (btw you will burn in hell for this, Sanada). Sana-yan and Taichi go way, way back, so this latest betrayal brought to you by Action Comics The Amazing Always Lose Everything-man hurts especially deep and sharp. On stream he's been wondering, does this promotion even still need me? Does the wrestling business even still need me? Things are fucked, there's a reason he abandoned love, you know the spiel by now.

This is how we go into the NJC. I don't know about you, but when the participants and rounds got announced, personally I wasn't feeling particularly enthusiastic. Last year Tekkers didn't meet for their fated matchup, and this year it seemed even more unlikely as I assumed the Kidd push would continue (thanks, Kenny /s). But that's not how it went. Of course Zack wins his match, but in a surprising turn of events, so does Taichi. It's via count-out, but he wins nonetheless. Thus he will meet Zack on 3/15, with a preview tag set for 3/14.

He's absolutely miserable about it. He's so frustrated at the repeated interferences, the repeated setbacks, his own shortcomings, his lack of tangible achievements, but he's especially sad and embittered about the way this all came together. On stream he says that him and Zack have been wishing and waiting for a singles match ever since Suzuki-gun disbanded. Understandably, Taichi wanted it to be a big deal. So much does even the chance for matchup mean to him that anything but the main event of a big show is unacceptable. The way he got here makes him feel wretched. Wretched in front of himself, and wretched in front of Zack. Backstage he asks the cameras, and thus us, the audience, as well as the company, how the hell he's supposed to stand across from Zack and look him in the eyes. He, who has nothing to show for it. He's here by sheer luck. Even before the Kidd match he already sits awake all night, feeling awful. Even when Zack had the World belt, Taichi wanted to win the Global first so he could face Zack on somewhat equal footing. He even contemplates just withdrawing from the tournament altogether. It means that much to him.

What about Zack? Of course he's also distraught and irate deep down, but where Zack and Taichi differ in this, is that Zack has a clear goal: his goal is to motivate Taichi to come out of his moping shell. So yeah, it wasn't what they had wished for, but they can, as he says, control what they can control. We don't know what exactly they talked about as they find each other beneath the apron after the preview tag, heatedly making eye contact like two lovers outside a club in the morning hours, as far as they are concerned the only people in a ten mile radius. But we know that it resonated with Taichi, and he recounts some of it on stream. That this is still, in spite of everything, their match. It's only about how wins or loses (and not-so-secretly Zack is hoping Taichi wins, because he wants to see him at the top of that mountain where he knows he belongs). They'll wrestle this for themselves. It's fate. They're the best, they'll steal the show. "He said to me, 'How long have we waited for this match? How many years? Not the fans, not the company, how much have we waited? That's what matters most'." Zack knows it, and so does Taichi, even if he still claims his lack of talent and accolades is the reason it never happened sooner.

And backstage on 3/14 Zack practically yells at Taichi to wake up, shake off the misery and face him in the ring with all he's got. Because it also means that much to him. It's tough love, but it's love. "I will force the Taichi that I know, the man who should've already been a main eventer a decade ago. The only person that doubts you, Taichi, is yourself."

That tough love goes a long way, because once Taichi sees said comments, he's struck to his core. Who has ever treated him that way? "For as long as I live I will be proud of having tagged with you and having won the Best Tag Team Award." If you got some déjà-vu, it's because Taichi, much like myself and I wager to guess many of you, keeps coming back to this. No matter what happens, his life keeps coming back to Zack. But the thing about Taichi is that he has, in fact, that dog in him. No matter how many times he's pushed down, no matter how bad his luck is, no matter how many times he contemplates quitting, somehow, he always gets back up. And so, while still frustrated and sad, he goes into the 3/15 match a little bit more motivated, thanks to finding that inner fire and thanks to his former tag partner (or tag partner for life, according to Zack). They set out to steal the show and blow the main event out of the water, and boy, did they.

How do I even describe this match? If you haven't seen it yet, I aggressively implore you to (and the preview match, bc it's a very good and very emotional primer). You'll probably need a metaphorical cigarette after. They went out there that day to lay themselves bare-naked in front of the fans and the cameras and everyone else. The second half of the match made me yell like I haven't yelled at pro wrestling in a long time (the good kind of yell). If you're still somehow on the fence, take a look at these wonderful gifs to get a taste of a fraction of what you're gonna see in the match.

There's one spot in it that I can't stop thinking about, and I think it's because it embodies this whole encounter and story to me. After wisely escaping Zack's Cobra Twist and applying his Holy Cross Mausoleum (the name, ofc, comes from Fist of the North Star, but the moves is modeled after Kawada's dragon sleeper, the Stretch Plum), he has Zack trapped in the middle of the ring. But Zack just eggs him on. "More, harder," he seems to say with his hands and the patting of Taichi's head, even while he himself is already turning purple (I know you can "fake" it, that's not the point). He didn't care if he was gonna pass out in the middle of the ring at that moment. He didn't care if he was gonna lose (you can make a strong argument that he didn't even want to win), as long as it meant that Taichi got to a place where he could show the rest of the world what Zack has known for so many years.

So Taichi digs a little bit deeper still (altho arguably Kawada represents his very roots). He whips out a beautiful Emerald Flowsion and an even more beautiful belly-to-back ("LIFE IS A CHALLENG, SEIZE YOUR CHANCES" indeed), Zack whips out a beautiful Gotch-style piledriver in his own way to refer to back to their shared past, comms and the crowd and I scream and have been screaming for the past several minutes. What is the finish, you ask? A Zack-style Taichi-style Gedo Clutch. If that ain't love, I don't know what is. A move that can only exist because they met. "Thank you for coming into my life," Taichi says in a tweet after the match, something he has said before but will probably say until his last breath. As Zack himself puts it, he wouldn't be here without Taichi, and maybe this was his way of paying him back.

There's so much from Taichi's stream after the match as well, but if I had to pick one thing, it would be this: "I have all of these friends, I'm blessed with all of these friendships, people who support me and push me, but that was the first time someone has ever said something like that to me. I've always told myself that I'm not made to be champion, that this is all I can do. No wonder I couldn't get ahead."

He doesn't feel like he lost that day, and he's right. He didn't. Zack gave him what he needed to get back the most important love of all: the love for yourself. "Maybe," he muses, "I still have what it takes to love myself again." It's a new dawn.

Brother I need to lie down. Dangerous Tekkers forever.

(Also immediately after the match Taichi said Zack told him that this isn't over. The finish might have been smart (and a bit emotional), but it wasn't the end of this. I hope that, whenever they do get their next match, it comes in the shape that they've been hoping for, and it blows whatever else is on the card out of the water once more.)

(Also also this has nothing to do with anything, but later on stream someone comes along with the usual "are u really hitting each other" and it made me laugh as Taichi rolled up his sleeve and showed them Zack's FOOTPRINT on his shoulder lol. Wrestling fans are gonna wrestling fans.)

In summary, it's kinda funny that the guy is so obsessed with gacha because his luck is notoriously bad, but he's a trooper. Every time NJPW actually lets their story breathe again, I can't help but throw my fists on the ground in frustration. Not even at the company (though I will have Gedo's heart on a stick and then eat it). It's frustration at the "maybe in the next life" of it all. THERE'S STILL TIME YOU MORON. You already pulled the SSSS Ultra Rare ★★★★★★★ waifu!!!! THERE'S STILL TIME!!! I HEAR KYOTO IS BEAUTIFUL THIS TIME OF THE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!

#/joesays #rasslin #/long #insert joe swear he's done with wrestling all of a sudden here comes that overly verbose match recommendation meme here #dangerous tekkers #zack sabre jr #taichi #translation #sometimes wrestling is beautiful and love is real etc etc etc #how about them legs

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bella-goths-wife · 1 year ago

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Imagine V’s pet just starts calling Vox dad and the other two uncle and Auntie, they don’t even do it intentionally it just slips sometimes.

Would Vs pet call Vox dad accidentally?

Warnings: Valentino, mentions of SA and abuse, dehumanising reader

If I’m being honest, I don’t think you’d call Vox dad unless you were trying to manipulate him

He would absolutely do the “please, call me dad” or the “I’m practically your dad” line on you and you’d just look at him with a cringing expression

Because you’d be thinking about why on earth you’d call the man who regularly abuses you, lets others abuse you, exploits you and is actively holding your soul hostage dad?

Like, why couldn’t he just be absent like your real dad?

So i think you’d only ever do it if you wanted to manipulate Vox into giving you something or letting you refuse a request from the others

As for velvette, you call her auntie and she’s beating your ass

Your not a real person to velvette, your an item she obsesses over and a pet that brings her entertainment and fulfils her needs

She doesn’t view you as family because then she’d have to view you as an equal

If she’s in a good mood she’ll allow you to call her a shortened nickname like ‘vel’ but that’s very rare

If you have to call her a nickname she’d want you to just stick to calling her boss

Auntie just doesn’t fit her image of herself, or her image of the relationship you two share

Now I could see Valentino being weird or playful and saying something like “come spend the day with your uncle Val”

But apart from that I doubt he’d like it if you called him uncle

He views you as more of a person than velvette does, but he still also sees you as just something that fulfils his needs and give him entertainment

Calling him uncle would give him a small realisation of how he’s treating you when he’s touching you or sexualising you

And he does not like to be self aware of his actions, he wants to pretend that he is untouchable to judgement or morality

So being reminded that what he’s doing is actually abuse to a person who he finds himself caring about is an unpleasant experience for him, and he doesn’t like to experience negative emotions

If you did call it him, it would be a similar reaction to how he reacted in the breakdown fic

He’d just stop his actions and let you leave while he contemplates what he’s done

He’d probably go to your room or voxs room in the middle of the night and ask to be held

He’d demand to be praised and reassured that his actions are justified

All in all I think the characters you’d accidentally call auntie, uncle, dad or mom would probably be Charlie, vaggie, lucifer, Rosie, alastor, angel, husk and cherri bomb

But that’ll probably become self explanatory in future fics

Tag list so far :)

@lilyalone @the-faceless-bride @corvid007 @repostingmyfavs @buttercupfangirl

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earthlybeam · 5 months ago

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

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

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

(Your Elrond Friend version)

His First Response to Your Affectionate Bites

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

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

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

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

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

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When You Bite Him: Reactions, Sounds, and Movements

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Biting Him in the Heat of the Moment

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

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

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When He Sees You Admiring Your Marks on His Skin

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

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

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Biting Him During Moments of Stress

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

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

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His ‘Punishments’ for Over-enthusiastic Biting

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

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

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(Your Elrond Lover version)

His First Response to Your Affectionate Bites

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

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

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

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

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

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When You Bite Him: Reactions, Sounds, and Movements

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Biting Him in the Heat of the Moment

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

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

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When He Sees You Admiring Your Marks on His Skin

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

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

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Biting Him During Moments of Stress

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

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

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His ‘Punishments’ for Over-enthusiastic Biting

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

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

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#elrond #elrond x you #elrond x reader #lord elrond x reader #elrond peredhel x reader #elrond peredhel #elrond of rivendell #elrond headcanons #Lord Elrond #Elrond simps #Elrond supremacy #lord of the rings #the hobbit #lotr elves

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tuesday-teyz · 5 months ago

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Can you tell us the all the name of each arcs in butterfly reign and short description abt it :>

Also hai teyz!

Hai, and thank you for the question!

I answered this one before in the comments to the last chapter, so I'm going to copy that and then expand a little on what I mean by arcs and how they are distinct from one another:

Arc 1. The Midday Sun

Includes everything from the start of the story and until the night of the Empress' death anniversary. This is kind of like the 'hanging' point of the story where I set up the main players on the deck and their relationships. Most of the conflicts at this stage are plain and understandable: Tommy hates Wilbur because he left, he is bitter at his family for their preference towards Ranboo, and he gravitates towards Dream.

The majority of people would clearly separate characters into 'good' or 'bad' based on their general disposition towards Tommy, the primary narrator. In a way Midday Sun also refers to how Tommy views himself: at noon, shadows are most prominent and distinct, almost separate from one's own body, much like Tommy and Theseus are two separate entities in his mind.

Arc 2. The Witching Hour

The phrase witching hour by itself refers to the typically darkest part of the night at around 3am, often tied to superstition and magic. The arc includes Tommy and Dream's fallout, Tommy's conflict with Techno, and the entirety of the traveling arc with Wilbur as well as Techno's interlude.

The primary conflicts in here are sort of flipped. We get this betrayal-ish moment in discduo, even though the readers already know that Dream's been shapeshifting, while Wilbur's more empathetic behavior might hint for some people of a possible redemption. This arc is aimed at recontextualizing previous actions and behaviors: Dream helped Tommy out of political gain and then somewhere along the way came to care for him genuinely, Wilbur acted out not out of maliciousness but because he was unable to grasp the nature of Tommy's opposition to him, and Techno had suffered in silence and distanced himself due to intense feelngs of guilt and isolation.

The Witching Hour also refers to Tommy's darkest points when it comes to the state of his mind. On multiple occasions, he contemplates taking his own life, shows complete disregard toward his health and well-being, and his inner conflict of past vs now manifests in him making up reasons to be angry and an asshole to people around him. All of this in part masks how the entities of Tommy and Theseus begin to merge together, ultimately leading to a decision that would probably feel very out of character for Midday Sun Tommy. During the Witching Hour, everyone just looks like their shadows, which someone could argue are their truest selves.

Arc 3. The Star Of The Sea

The Star of The Sea is a lesser common name for Polaris, the North Star, due to it's significance in maritime navigation. Polaris' position in the sky is comparatively stable, which makes calculating distance much more accurate even when using most primitive tools. It is also one of the easiest and brightest stars to find at night. I don't know if anyone else does that, but whenever I want to look for some constellations in the sky, I always find Polaris first, then the Ursa Minor (constellation that Polaris is a part of), and then find the rest relative to positions of Ursa Minor and Major. Probably not the correct or scientific way to do but still, there is an inherent association of clarity tied to the North Star.

Because arc 3 didn't happen yet, I can't say a whole lot without bordering on spoilerish, but Dream's comparison of Tommy to the North Star in arc 1 does have something to do with it. To me, this is the arc for showing the characters' – and especially Tommy's – purest, truest forms. Tying it back with arc 1 and 2, you can't see stars during the day, and to see the stars clearly you first need to reach a point where the sky is truly dark. I'm hoping to loop every unfinished arc around in and on itself here, so hopefully I'm able to produce a full and coherent narrative by the end of this and preferably before I graduate university and apply for a full time job lmao.

#br asks #butterfly reign

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let-us-cultivate-our-garden · 2 years ago

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I just remembered the "Please. I don't want to see another human life destroyed by this place” line, and honestly did they have scenes of Luz starting to wonder if Belos' had a point and going into the island did destroy her life? If not, they should have had.

No, they did not have Luz ever wonder how the isles affected Belos--except in the storyboards:

Luz still calls him out for trying to destroy the isles and being a hypocrite but there's still that moment of empathy in which she asks point blank: "What do you think they DID to you?!" She briefly contemplates just why someone would go so far to destroy an entire population and what his mindset might be. Unfortunately, this was not included in the final version and Belos' expression is blank instead of pleading.

Then there's this storyboard from For the Future in which Luz, Eda, and King explain to the Collector how people like Amity and Lilith became their friends:

Luz's line about "people being complicated" is in the episode but the entire exchange between her and the Collector is not even though it opens up a lot of interesting ideas and themes. Without it though, the show becomes straight up hypocritical when it states that people are complicated but reduces its villains to generic archetypes and its hero characters as being simply misguided or victims of the villains.

And no, this doesn't mean that the show should have excused Belos' actions or even forgiven him; but they could have and should have acknowledged the complexity of his character by keeping this nuance in and how the characters react to it. By doing so, the message of "people are complicated" becomes clear and strengthens the other characters as well. Luz gets to self-reflect on how she sees other people and learn that even the worst people among us are incredibly complex and have driving forces that are uncomfortably close to our own, thus making it much harder to demonize them. The Collector--instead of being a Giant Star Baby--keeps both his childlike bluntness and keen observational skills that he had in season 2, thus fleshing out the character instead of devolving him.

Regrettably, that nuance is absent from the show and we have a rather black-and-white narrative about Good vs. Evil; people are only ever really "bad" if someone tricked them or if there was a misunderstanding and all the Real Bad People are just selfish jerks who are power hungry and controlling.

This is not compelling storytelling; this is a tale as old as time. And the worst part is that there was a great story in The Owl House but it was left in the rough drafts.

Storyboards by Yasmin Khudari and King Pecora

#asks #toh critical #toh criticism #belosfanstakeover #the owl house #emperor belos #philip wittebane #luz noceda #toh collector #long post #toh meta #toh storyboards

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scrappywritz · 1 month ago

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characters haunting the narrative vs will's becoming

might come off as a stretch but i find that the characters that haunt will throughout the show represent his stages of transformation as nothing else does. it's almost jarring how it differs seasonally.

season 1: garrett jacob hobbs

this is the easiest one to think about. there isn't that much to say that hasn't already been said. gjh haunts will because of the violence he'd discovered within himself upon his murder. will fears becoming him, feels the lines between them blurring as he'd fully immersed himself in his psyche in order to catch him. it's so much so that he adopts gjh's love for his daughter as his own, in a parasocial way through which he barely interacts with abigail, but still claims to hold familial/fatherly love for her. this is stage 1; will experiences denial and revulsion for his urges, while also maintaining a steady, unflinching and almost contradictory curiosity. he doesn't connect with the killers as well as before because it's overshadowed by how he himself feels.

season 2: abigail hobbs

here's where things get tricky. it's hard to place where exactly will lies here, as the narrative takes on a more unreliable direction. for instance, it's hard to draw a fair line when it comes to how much of will's latter interactions with hannibal were genuine, and how much wasn't. we always assume the most of it was, so that's the assumption i'm going with. now, at the beginning of the season, something is made abundantly clear: will is not grieving. you'd think after getting arrested for allegedly murdering his surrogate daughter would warrant a more emotional reaction. on the contrary, he is more consumed by the desire to expose hannibal and to "avenge" abigail. there is not a single moment of contemplation from him in which he reprimands himself for the possibility of murdering her. instead, abigail acts as a placeholder for his anger and rage. he cowers behind the cover her "death" gives him. through it, he justifies, to himself and to other people, the sharply violent and in someway, proactive, turn that his motives and thoughts take. here, he is aware of what he is, who he is becoming, but refuses to face it outright. he misses her, he misses the idea of her, but above all, the mourns his loss. not the loss of abigail, but to him, the loss of his final shot at being a normal person. she is a tether to him that way, an escape route, a semblance of morality and the closest he can get to normalcy in his position. after she is "gone", that wariness and longing to a life different from the one he leads is abandoned and in light of these events, he seizes the opportunity to play victim to circumstance while also acting in a way that could be rationalized by an onlooking viewer. "prison changed me" and "abigail's death changed me" are statements he probably threw around to placate himself, but deep down he knows it was none of those things. he remains terrified of it, despite being all the more accepting. it's like slipping into a pool of water; you thrash uselessly against the fall, but somewhere between your breaths your brain shifts into action and begins considering your next move and what you should do after you hit the water. there is a moment of resignation there, and i believe that is why he let himself get carried away. she continues to haunt him, although you can see it taper towards the end of the season. he recalls her sadly, mourningly, but less in the memory of her and more in defeat. she was his moral crutch, a not at all convincing reminder that he's not so far gone after all. matter of fact, he wants to help her. he wants to save her. he doesn't want to kill her like her father did. all of this is, quite frankly, bullshit. when hannibal reawakens his innermost desire for wanting the normalcy a family would bring, whether through margot's pregnancy or through their half-hearted attempt at escaping before will's betrayal, compounded by the revelation that abigail is in fact, alive, hannibal allows him to entertain the notion that will could reverse his actions. that all could be forgotten, that they could run away together. hannibal recognizes that will's love for abigail is not built upon anything substantial, that in order for will to accept him fully, he has to rid him of that crutch once and for all. and so he does.

season 3: hannibal lecter

it’s the man himself. what can i say? while one might argue that abigail’s death haunts will through his presumed manifestation of her, i saw it as something else entirely. abigail only served as a conduit between will and the feelings/thoughts he has for hannibal. he puts them in abigail’s mouth so he wouldn’t have to admit to himself what he truly feels. it shouldn’t make any sense for him to want to track him down after what he’d done to him–to yearningly devote himself to uncovering his past before laying his eyes on him again. if anything, he should be hunting him down to kill him, and while that might have been part of will’s intentions, he’s always been an indecisive man. will claims that he'd been staring at afterimages of hannibal in places he hadn't been in years, but that is an understatement. the entire season lives and breathes in hannibal's name. there is seldom a single moment that hannibal is not connected to, be that direct or indirect. will soaks up hannibal's presence like a sponge, he is all encompassing. no wonder it sounds as if will's likening him to god at certain points. even during 3b, during the red dragon arc, the narrative molds and shifts in relation to hannibal and his influence, not entirely unlike how will undertook the peter bernadone case head-on due to how much it reminded him of his own predicament. when will goes to lithuania, to the very beginning, he does it to learn about the man he's afraid to become. while he's there, he tries his hand acting like hannibal with chiyoh. he completes the ritual through the firefly tableau. whether that is for his own sake or as a final act of vengeance against the man who presumably killed mischa, i can't entirely say. will performed well in solitary. his actions seemed calculated and precise, but confronted by the reality that is hannibal, the reality that cannot be brushed off or minimized, his resolve weakens. his mind skitters. in light of new knowledge, the man he wants to believe he hates is not so awful after all. he just can't decide. and then hannibal turns himself in and will is forced to live in the shadow of hannibal's influence once more, rather than his living image. he also thinks that stepping away from fbi work once and for all would help distance himself from hannibal, erase him for his thoughts. while the time jump completely obscures the nature of will's life after hannibal's incarceration, that's because that's how will sees it: inconsequential. the family he builds for himself is a retaliation, a fuck-you to everyone who thought he couldn't do it, especially hannibal. but that's all it is. it's out of spite. it’s desperate, just as he would try to see the best in himself through his interactions with abigail, the frantic grabs of a man during his descent, fisting in the air. he could catch ahold of a tree branch or a jagged cliff face, but the reality remains that he’s on his way down. and when that family was formed, will expected something profound, just as he had been promised by hannibal, except that it wasn't. the idea of family wasn't what was so alluring, but the concept of sharing it with hannibal. when jack returns, it's one reminder too many. he spirals again, and the letter serves as an indirect way of saying, "i haven't forgotten. have you?" hannibal represents will's final stage; acceptance. will wrestles with the idea of hannibal and what he means to him, jumping back and forth before settling. the fall represents his rebirth, finally letting go of his inhibitions and allowing himself to accept the man in front of him and what he represents. the entirety of him, and all that entails.

#birthday post #might have veered off course #but i have a headache #i could talk about them for years #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannigram #hannibal nbc #hannibal meta #more thoughts coming up #after i finish my s3 rewatch #ive a lot to say #i missed so much on my first watch it's almost insane #its like i watched it with my eyes closed #i love them so much #hannibal and will #will and hannibal

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bkdk-dump-blog · 3 months ago

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Chapter 2

Chapter 1: I Thought Spiders Were Friendly

“Come on Izuku, you’re gonna miss the best part!”

“Coming!”

I quickly put on the Bakugos’ guest slippers and joined Kacchan on the couch. Kacchan and I had watched all the All Might movies that came out at the time, but rewatching them never got old to us. Both Kacchan and I were practically breathing on the screen when All Might said,

“With great power comes great responsibility.”

When I was four at the time I thought that line meant to use your powers for good, but now… I’ve learned what that line really meant…

*RIIIIIIIIIIING!*

After I heard the final school bell for the day I put my notebook and pencil in my bookbag, collected the books I needed for my homework, and started to walk out of Aldera High School before the inevitable happened.

“Oi, Deku!”

I turn around and see my childhood friend with his lackeys, somehow looking more pissed off than usual.

Okay, Izuku. He definitely knows that you applied to UA. Maybe just pretend that he doesn’t totally scare the crap outta you and maybe you’ll live.

I took a deep breath, steadied myself internally and physically, and said a simple, “Yes Kacchan?-”

Before I knew it Kacchan grabbed the collar of my shirt and slammed me against the nearest wall, for sure leaving a bruise on my back as a reminder to contemplate my life choices.

Kacchan butted my head and said, “Who the hell do you think you are applying to UA?!”, he slammed me on the wall again, “You should know by now that I don’t make empty threats!”

Two months from the day Kacchan told me not to apply to UA or else he would make my life a living hell there. When he said it, I was honestly surprised that I didn’t mind. It’s sad that in my heart I still thought of him as a friend, yet there are far-and-between moments where he does feel like one. I do believe him when he says that he doesn’t make empty threats, however, I’ve noticed that I’m the exception to that rule. He’ll give me advice masking as threats, stop bullies when they’ve gone too far, and once secretly gave me his lunch when my mom didn’t have the money to get food for the week.

I want to become friends with him again. UA just put the idea into action.

Releasing Kacchan's hold from me I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “You’re not going to stop me from accomplishing my dreams, Kacchan.”

Kacchan for a millisecond had a look of shock, “You overconfident little shi-”

One of Kacchan’s lackeys tapped his shoulder and pointed to the vice principal walking towards them. Kacchan let out a “Tch-” and walked away with his hands in his pockets saying, “No matter what college you go to, you’ll always be a useless Deku.”

He always has to have the last word, doesn’t he…

That ended much better than I expected, but it still was taxing. At that moment I remembered I saved some cash to buy the only All Might movie I don’t have in my collection. Maybe that can cheer me up?

I pretty much memorized the quickest way to go to the closest BlockBuster to the school. As per usual, I hear a jingle from the door opening and stroll towards the counter. Jiro looks up from her phone and sighs.

“Midoriya, I feel like you should work here due to the number of times you come, but all you’ll do is steal the All Might movies.”

“Hah… Am I really that bad?”

“Yes, yes you are… I found all the All Might: All for One vs. One for All Director’s Cut movies that were in the back or that people offered. If I remember correctly, didn’t you say you already have the movie?”

“It isn’t just the same movie. I need to find the movie with All Might’s signature in it. There are only one hundred copies with his signature!”

All Jiro did was roll her eyes and looked back at her phone because she knew that I was just going to ramble. I was so focused on telling Jiro the importance of the signature that I didn’t hear someone come in, nor the someone approach me.

“You’re quite the All Might fanboy, huh?”

I turn around and see a skinny man with baggy clothes, unkempt blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. He looked maybe in his 40s.

Why is this guy approaching me?

“Oh yeah”, I slightly blushed due to the fact that I rambled in front of a total stranger, “I’ve watched the movies for as long as I can remember.”

“I don’t see a lot of kids like yourself watch them, let alone know about them. They’re quite old movies.”

“I guess that’s true, but they’re classic hero movies to me at least.”

“If you don’t mind, can you show me some of your favorite All Might movies? I’d like to know from an expert.”

“Um, sure.”

As I walked the blonde man towards the All Might display, I stared down Jiro communicating don’t you dare leave your sight on those movies and Jiro gave me a thumbs up without looking up from her phone.

Looking at the All Might movie display in all its glory I pick out my favorites from what's there.

“Oh! The All Might: Stain movie is really good. It really dives deep into hero society and why All Might as a character is important. And All Might: Rising. It’s the only movie that explores his origin story but I wished we got more. My all-time favorite movie is All Might: All for One vs. One for All specifically the director’s cut. ‘With great power comes great responsibility’ feels so impactful in that movie… but I still can’t find a copy with All Might’s signature on it.”

The blonde man looked around the BlockBuster before he whispered in my ear, “I can guarantee that I can give you a copy with his signature.”

“What? How?”

“Well, you’re looking at the one and only All Might in the flesh.”

“You’re All Might?” Looking at the blonde man he didn’t resemble All Might at all. “All Might” stretched his neck and shoulders to get himself ready for…something.

“I think I can still pull off the look, but-”

Suddenly the blonde man changed his face, somehow smoothing his hair into the iconic V-shape, and showing off the sharp facial features that only belong to All Might.

“With this face, you can’t mistake me for anyone else.”

I’ve seen a lot of fans try to recapture the look of All Might, but watching All Might on screen for who knows how long, there’s no mistake that this man-

“Y-YOU’RE! YOU’RE ALL MI-!!!”

All Might placed his hand on my mouth.

WOW!! What an honor!

“Shh… Keep it down will you? Hugh… this is why I don’t like messing with fans.”

“Then why tell me?”

“I don’t know what it is about you, but I can tell you’re different from any fan I’ve encountered.”

Huh? What does that mean?!

All Might continued, “Tomorrow I can give you the movie. Same time, same place. I’ll see you later, kid.”

All Might waved me goodbye before he left the BlockBuster and all I could do was stand there in awe.

I-I just met THE All Might! Wait, why was All Might of all people doing in a random BlockBuster of all places?! Today has been a very strange day…

Shaking my head I walk towards the door as well before turning to Jiro.

“So uh, I don’t need to look through the pile of movies after all. I found another way to find the copy.”

“So I did all that work for nothing?! You gotta be kidding me!”

“Sorry, Jiro…”

After what a hectic day today has been I decided to take a scenic route back home. Even though Gantry Plaza State Park isn’t among the most popular, I loved to walk along the waterfront when the sunset is out. It was one of my favorite views of the city.

As I walked, a scream caught my attention. A little girl wearing a big sun hat and pigtails was screaming at a bench.

“AHH! It’s gonna kill me!”

The girl wasn’t screaming at the bench but at the spider on it. It was a Joro spider, scientifically known as the trichonephila clavata spider. I didn’t express this often, but spiders were actually one of my favorite animals. It was strange to see one in New York since they are native to West Asia and hang around trees.

“Don’t worry,” I said, carefully approaching the little girl, reaching out to the spider to show that it wasn’t a threat. This is a Joro spider. They look scary, but they’re practically harmless. They’re actually pretty skittish.”

To my surprise, the spider climbed on my finger.

“Hm. This one seems quite friendly though, but don’t worry. Their bites only cause redness-”

The spider bit me and what happened next I can’t even describe. It’s like I could see the venom enter my body, not just visually but on a molecular level. The venom turning my transparent cells into bright blue. It was all I could see, all I could do. Then… everything went black and slowly I heard a sound filling my ears.

*beep-*

*Beep!-*

*BEEP!!-*

*BEEP!!!-*

As I slowly opened my eyes I realized I was in my room and that noise was my alarm.

How did I get here was all I could think about. I don’t recall when I got back home, but waking up at home was better than waking up somewhere else. At least I could finally relax after yesterday.

The storm has finally passed.

Right..?

Chapter 2

Additional Notes:

Some of my bkdk online friends really enjoyed the title name. One thing about me is that I absolutely suck at coming up with titles so I literally just came up with any dumb thing that came into my mind

Even just sharing the first 3 chapters with them was so nerve racking but I'm so glad I did. I am pretty much a novice when it comes to writing fanfiction so the tips (specifically one online friend gave me. You know who you are) helped me a lot

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