#But even he doesn't make me feel most me. I feel trapped in a cage where no-one can possibly hear my innermost thought and

[flare-dragon]

How to make friend with someone and feel like my actual self for 5 minutes

[cinnamonest]

Female-Targeted Doujin Masterlist

Thank you anon! Sooooo, I have decided to compile a female-targeted/yumejoshi masterlist, I'll add this post to my main masterlist soon.

These were the one I could think of from memory, I’ll come back to this list and add to it if I get more, I'm sure I missed a few from my bookmarks. Feel free to add to it in the comments, and I'll try to find and update it! Also, several of these were recommended from anons in the past, so thank you all <3

FYI several links lead to nh*ntai dot net, so be aware of that.

Umekoppe

As per the post anon is referencing, Umekoppe is a doujin group that consistently puts out exclusively good content!

“The Yandere Prince Won't Let Me Slip Away”

(Part One)

(Part Two)

Premise: Isekai/pseudo-reincarnation trope, premise basically explained by the title, MC is isekai'd as prince's lost lover.

"The Sacrificial Maiden Corrupted by Coupling With an Oni"

(Link)

Premise: Historical Japan setting, the "MC is an offering sacrifice to the Creature, but the Creature chooses to keep her instead" trope.

"Until the Trashiest Boy Toy Exorcist Ren-kun Crushes Me in His Embrace"

(Part One)

(Part Two)

Premise: MC is a girl that attracts malevolent spirits, exorcist-kun is obligated to help her ward them off (with orgasms, naturally).

"The Spy Who Ravished Me ~Reborn As a Mafia Princess in a Deadly Game~"

(Link)

Premise: Isekai, MC reincarnated into a game where she knows who the guy who is most likely to kill her is, but in her attempt to avoid getting killed by him, ends up taking actions that make him grow into an obsessive love-hate instead. Top tier, this boy is probably the worst (in a good way) of how all the Umekoppe love interests treat the girl.

"Heibon Onna wa Downer Kami-sama ni Izon sarete Modorenai" (this one didn't have a translated title, sorry)

(Link)

Premise: MC discovers her friend is a shrine god and wolf-boy. Wolfboy fun times ensue (and in the end she's apparently unknowingly trapped into being with him forever, so that's nice).

You’re Cutest When You’re Pathetic ~Obsessed Golden Retriever Boy Haru’s Disciplinary Sex~

(Part One)

(Part Two)

Premise: Softboy™ neighbor finds MC's phone with lewd stuff on it, gets her confessions in drunk conversations, turns out to not be so much of a Softboy behind closed doors.

Oniben Katze

Another group that also does a lot of fem-targeted stuff.

Serious Sex with my Brutish Boyfriend

(Link)

Premise: MC's lover gets mad over rumors that she's a slut, decides to get possessive and rough over it.

Dog Eat Dog Era

(Part One)

(Part Two/Extras)

Premise: a personal favorite, an isekai'd witch adopts two dragon boys who grow up to have a strong fixation with her and noncon ensues.

Parasite Garden

Makes notably darker stuff that contains more controversial subject matter/themes, so be warned.

The Corpse of a Goldfish is at the Bottom of the Swamp

(Link)

CW: INCEST

Premise: possessive brother wants to corrupt/mindbreak sister to keep her forever (spoiler: he succeeds)

The Neighbor in Room 203 Disappeared Leaving their Keys Behind

(Link)

Premise: stalker girl meets her match, as it turns out the boy neighbor she's stalking pulls a spiderman pointing meme and has actually been her stalker for even longer and to a much greater, darker, and more more extreme extent, and is intent on not letting her go.

My Sweet Bunny Cage

(Part One)

(Part Two)

Premise: tiny girl is kidnapped by a crazed guy convinced she is the reincarnation of his lost pet rabbit.

Other

(artist listed below titles)

If you wish, hypnosis ~Maki-san's secret love therapy~

(Link)

Artist: Meeo

Premise: pretty straightforward, after she doesn't believe it's real, MC's coworker uses hypnosis on her for Certain Specific Purposes.

Sakaki the Lazybones Shows His Talents at Night

(Link) (Contains all chapters' links on the page, you might have to scroll down on the chapter list to see chapter one on some phones)

Artist: Potsunen Jin

Premise: (Another personal favorite) MC's younger coworker, peak innocent idolizing softboy, is in love with her and takes advantage of a situation while she's drunk after watching porn to "learn what girls like." Clingy, possessive relationship ensues.

Lady K and the Sick Man

(Chapter One) (site's menu is a bit awkward to deal with, but you have to click in the corner to view the menu to go to other chapters).

Artist: Rororogi Mogera

Yet another personal favorite, this one does have slight male gaze to it in that it focuses on the girl quite a bit, but it still focuses on the guy way more than the average doujin. Also the guy is an older bigger guy, if you ever tire of the twink/twunk standard in yumejoshi stuff.

Premise: guy moves into an apartment with a ghost lady and just kinda accepts it because he can't afford to live anywhere else, but quickly decides he’s down bad for ghussy.

I Became the True Love Object of Mr. Segawa, Who Has a Huge Attitude and Body

(Link)

Artist: Haruo Haruyama

Premise: very straightforward office coworkers to lovers, coworker is a big guy who turns out to be kinda sadistic, which is good for the masochistic MC.

The Man Who Saved Me on my Isekai Trip was a Killer

(Part One)

(Part Two)

(Part Three)

Artist: Ahan Horihori

Premise: this one got kind of infamous and shock-valued the mainstream crowd due to an animated advertisement I believe, it's essentially self-explanatory from the title: isekai'd lady gets saved by a guy who turns out to be a violent murderer, dark and sometimes pseudo-incesty plot twists ensue.

[biteofcherry]

Does mafia!Steve's Reader ever get jealous? Maybe there's a businesswoman or mafia related one that Steve has to have meetings with and reader gets jealous?

Nesting

Not an inch away

mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings for the part below: some angst; soft!dark Steve Rogers; mafia!Steve Rogers; possessive behavior; arranged/forced relationship;

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You shouldn't care. You really shouldn't, you tell yourself as you watch Steve open the restaurant door for that other woman to enter.

A woman that looks stunning in a body-clinging white dress and killer heels, not a single thing out of place in her confident persona.

She tilts her head and smiles at Steve, who reciprocates with one of his most charming smiles - one that gets you weak in the knees when he flashes it at you.

He told you he'd be home late because he has boring business meetings to attend to, so you talked your bodyguards slash enablers - Natasha and Yelena - to go to the movies and for some greasy food afterwards.

It's pure coincidence that the spot you picked for your snacking was opposite of a fancy restaurant to which Steve took this woman.

You know plenty of women have successful businesses, but you don't think a mob boss of Steve's caliber would actually do any business with one of them. In a romantic restaurant at that.

Natasha's face is perfectly impassive at the sight, but Yelena cringes as if she feels bad for you for seeing this.

You tell yourself that it shouldn't matter. This whole arrangement, one practically forced upon you after Steve found out about your pregnancy, is one you wanted out of at first, right?

The elegant, shiny ring on your finger, which you grew to love and often looked at with a fond smile, now reminded you of the cage Steve trapped you in. Gold, pretty cage.

With how intense and dotting Steve was, you actually believed the cage could become a warm house, with a faithful, loving husband.

Seemed you were going to become a cliche, instead. A wife to produce heirs to a mafia king, while he fucked around with whomever he desired.

Perhaps you should walk into the restaurant, make a scene, throw a drink in Steve's face. Throw it at that woman's white dress.

But you only clench your hands on the paper bag with takeout you bought to eat at home (your pregnancy is turning you into a bottomless pit). You straighten your back and keep your head up high as you march to the car and get inside, Natasha and Yelena slipping inside soundlessly.

Yelena tries to say something, explain Steve's actions, but you tell her you're not interested.

"I don't care." You announce as coldly as you can, quite proud that your voice doesn't crack with how hurt you feel inside.

At home you devour your food. And some chocolate muffins that you baked in the morning. Each bite as delicious as heavy, your stomach revolting with the bitter jealousy and anger at the thought of what Steve was up to.

Are they having a romantic dinner and smiling at each other across the table? Is he sliding his hand up her thigh and under her dress? Does he make her come silently in front of all the patrons?

Will he take her to a hotel room, or one of his apartments that he owns all around the city, and fuck her into a screaming mess?

Will he fuck her better than he did you last night... yanking a fistful of your hair as he wrecked you into a dripping mess and praised you, A good little wife, taking all of me so well.

Ripping apart another muffin, you decide on your next step. You know running away wouldn't work. For one, you have two guards, who may be friendly, but still were loyal to Steve and what he said triumphed over whatever you wanted.

Secondly, even if you managed to slip out, Steve would find you. And he'd drag you back into the cage and the life he builds with you beside him.

You can't leave the penthouse, but you can make yourself a safe space in one of the free guest rooms.

Since Steve's dipping his dick in other woman's cunt, he doesn't need you sleeping beside him.

You definitely don't want to touch him when he reeks of other woman's perfume. You don't even want to see him.

So after you drag most of your stuff from the main bedroom and hastily put it in the closet in your new room, you close the door. Just in time, because less than ten minutes later the echo of firm footsteps resounds.

You flip a book open, trying to focus on the printed words and not on the way your heart hammers in your chest as you hear Steve's footsteps aiming for the main bedroom.

A vicious part of you hopes that he is a shocked, seeing that you're not there.

Not in the huge bed, naked under soft covers, waiting for your husband lord and master to throw you a crumb of his attention.

The emotionally heaving part of you shudders in sobs at the image of Steve simply not minding that you're not there.

Maybe he's only a little surprised, but brushes it off and simply takes a shower to wash off the remnants of that woman's arousal and his own sweat. Then he'll get into bed and fall asleep sated, uncaring for your state as long as you obediently stayed inside.

You rub at your eyes, cursing the tears away. You shake your head and try once again to focus on the words you're reading.

But then, after a long stretch of silence, footsteps sound through the space. A creaking of door being open. Then another. Slowly moving towards where you are hidden.

Your heart rate increases, fingers trembling against the paper pages of your book.

You take a breath, willing yourself to remain calm and not show Steve how hurt you are. Play it the way mob bosses wives in movies and tv shows do it - cold and indifferent, an armor around you, so nothing can prickle you.

The door to your claimed room opens and Steve stands there in the doorway in all his stormy glory.

He frowns, seeing you sitting stiffly on the bed.

He walks inside. Sleeves of his suit jacket are pushed up, showing his forearms and twirls of tattoos. He braces his hands on his hips and gives you a look that's a combination of concern and blatant anger.

"Can you explain what's the meaning of all this?" Steve's voice is thick and raspy.

You swallow, but shrug nonchalantly as if his heated gaze isn't bothering you.

"I thought it's better to leave the main bedroom, in case you brought your companion home for the night." You say and return your gaze to the book, fighting the urge to wave him away with a dismissive gesture.

"What?" Steve's frown deepens, actual confusion showing on his face.

"I'm not sure your mistress would like seeing me there. Might ruin the mood." You lift your head and sneer at him. "So I simply made it easier for you."

"I have a mistress now?" Steve raises a single brow, remaining calm while everything inside of you was boiling.

You snap your book closed and slam in onto the bedside table. With a little huff you get off the bed and stomp over to Steve.

"No need to lie." You scoff. "I saw you. With her. Didn't know mob business meant taking beautiful women to expensive restaurants."

You push at his chest in anger, but Steve's strong, muscled body doesn't even sway at your outburst. So you push at him again, unsuccessfully, but at least you get to unleash some of your fury.

"Just do me a favor and don't bring any of your whores home once the baby is here. Stay in one of your apartments, or allow me to move into one."

You can't hold off tears anymore and as some pour out, trickling down your cheeks, you clench your hands into fists and slam them against Steve's chest.

Steve's fingers wrap around your wrists, a tight, almost painful hold that keeps your hands bound to his chest.

"You are not going away from me." He declares, a definite order.

His eyes darken, a flash of lethal danger he rarely directed at you.

"In any form." He ads, obviously meaning you switching bedrooms.

Slowly, Steve's face lightens up. Twinkles appear in his eyes and it makes another wave of annoyance surge through you.

He keeps your wrists locked in one of his hands as he uses the other hand to cup your cheek.

"Any moving you're going to do is along with me." He says and tries to lean his forehead against yours, but you pull your head back.

Steve sighs.

"Which is why," he forces you to maintain eye contact with him, "I had a meeting with Camilla. She's a real estate agent who works for me on renovating a house that I bought for us. For our family."

His words make you speechless. A house? Someplace where you'd feel more free and where your kids could run in glee.

Still, you remain suspicious. You want to assume it's just a crafty lie, you're sure Steve's good at those.

"The Infinite is a rather romantic place to talk construction." You narrow your eyes.

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. He lets go of your wrists to wrap both his arms around you, pulling you close to him despite your attempt to squirm away.

"Jealous little bird." He hums and slides one of his hands up to grip the back of your neck.

"In my line of work-" Steve leans closer, his nose tracing the line of your jaw, hot breath tickling your skin making you shiver-

"I manipulate people. Some with threats, some with sugar. And some, like Camilla, with never voiced promise of something they wish for."

Steve's soft snicker puffs across your cheek at your sneer. His lips travel toward your lips. You close your eyes at the intensity of his blue irises and the way your body reacts to the touch of his mouth against yours.

"A restaurant dinner gave her that little spark that will make her work her ass off to grand me all my wishes regarding our house. Even though not once have I even brushed an inch of her body with my fingers."

"It also happens-" the tip of Steve's tongue licks over your bottom lip, his hand starts pulling up the hem of your nightgown- "that I know how to manipulate my wife's body, so she sweats out all that jealousy and anger while she creams on my cock."

Your tiny, needy whimper makes him chuckle in dark victory.

"That what you need, huh?" He grips your buttock and kneads it. "Should I fuck you braindead every day, so that your mind doesn't come up with silly ideas?"

"It wasn't silly." You try to defend your earlier outburst, but it comes out breathy and weak.

"Thinking I could be interested in anyone else when I have your sweet, ripe body at my disposal. Absolutely ridiculous." Steve flashes you a wolfish grin.

He lifts you up suddenly, forcing your arms and legs to wrap around him. His fingers slide from your ass to dip between your thighs as he turns around and walks out of the room.

"You're coming back to our bedroom." He growls a command.

"I'm going to keep you naked and full of cum for the next few days, so it really sinks in that neither of us is stepping away from this marriage. Ever."

[casuallyawkardd]

Dating Miguel O'Hara NSFW

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader

Summary: Same thing as my other 'Dating Miguel O'Hara', this time for the grown ups

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI! Sex, rough sex, oral sex, praising/degradation, breeding kink, consensual somnophilia, maybe angst if you squint, not fluent in spanish so correct me if I'm wrong on grammar/translations

A/N: I didn't use the same taglist as my past fics cuz idk how many of you are comfortable with this kinda stuff so please fill out my new TAGLIST if mature content is your thang 💅

First Time

Miguel would hold off until you're ready, honestly he's so busy he forgets how high his sex drive is and can get easily distracted. It's a week or so after you two became official and he can pick up on the signs. You're wearing something a little more revealing for date night, something to show off his favorite parts of you. Specifically your ass and thighs. Being a bit more touchy with a hand on his arm or leaning in close when he's talking.

He can even smell it on you, the faint scent of your pheromones making his head fuzzy. Hear how your heart beats a little faster when you invite him up to your place. The man has heightened senses, making him more perceptible to how your body reacts to him.

The first time he restrains himself a lot. Miguel is very much aware of what he's capable of, the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. On top of that, he's a big guy. A big guy who's...proportional. In every aspect. It's a canon event. He's a lot to accommodate and he knows it, so he takes his time.

Preps you well for him. Fingers pressing past your lips, letting you suckle the digits until they're slick with saliva, only to then spread you open with two fingers. Three when he realizes you're tighter than he had expected. It gives him the chance to figure out what makes you tick. What places his fingers have to graze that make your hips buck against his palm. Where to curl them to make you moan louder and arch your back so your chest is flush with his. How fast he has to move them to drive you over the edge.

However, no amount of fingering can prepare you for what's to come. It's a stretch regardless, a dull burn as he bottoms out. The first time hurts, but at the same time you feel so full. It's a deliciously addictive sensation, the pain and pleasure mixing together. Miguel trails kisses along your neck and shoulder, praising you as you adjust.

"Mierda, you're so tight for me."

"Take me so well, cariño"

You learn very quickly how vocal this man is, a stark contrast to his usual quiet and brooding attitude. Moaning and grunting shamelessly when he begins to move. He reminds himself to hold back, but that doesn't stop him from thrusting deeply into you. Falling into a steady rhythm as he ruts his hips against yours. You're trapped under him, his forearms and sheer mass caging you in. Miguel can feel his control slipping and he fights it every step of the way.

The teeth nipping and marking your neck and shoulders moving to bite into the flesh of his wrists when his fangs come out. Gripping your sheets and pillows so he doesn't accidentally cut the skin of your hips with his claws. He wants to though. He so desperately wants to grab you so he can fuck you even harder, move you to his liking. Miguel notes that he'll have to get you new bedding, like the kind at his place, after ripping up your pillows and sheets.

He makes sure to treat you well so you come back for more, picking up on every request and plea until you reach your climax. As you flutter around his cock, you get a taste of just how rough he can be. Miguel adjusts his thighs to be under yours, lifting and angling your hips so he can reach deeper, if that's possible. The last few thrusts fast and creating the most obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin.

When he's spent, he moans right in your fucking ear to let you know. His head moves to rest on your chest as you both catch your breath, you combing your fingers through his hair and placing rewarding kisses on the dark curls. Your breath catches in your throat when he lifts his eyes to you, the red of them glowing in the low light.

"No crees que hemos terminado, ¿verdad?" You don't think we're done, do you?

Early On

It takes some time to convince him that he's not going to kill you while you two are having sex. While he thinks he'll cause irreparable damage, both mentally and physically, if he loses control, you on the other hand trust him unconditionally. He's a good guy, a superhero for crying out loud, you don't see any reason to doubt him until he gives you a reason to.

It starts with little things to boost his confidence. Hands on your hips when you ride him, letting him pull you down on his cock when you move at a teasingly slow pace. A hand tangled in your hair while he fucks your throat, encouraging you to take him deeper with every thrust harder than the last.

It all pays off one night after the two of you get into a fight. In hindsight, it was over something stupid. Some asshole had made some inappropriate comments about you and that riled him up. You, on the other hand, could care less. He was just some dumbass who was mad you turned him down. Who then became even more bitter when Miguel showed up and he saw who he was 'competing' with.

Maybe it was because you didn't care, or because Miguel was still riled up from the interaction, either way he had to take out his frustration somehow. You don't know how you ended up bent over the back of the couch, Miguel plowing into you with no remorse, but you loved it. Rough sex was never something you thought you'd be interested in, but having his claws tear your clothes from your body and his sharp fangs graze suggestively along your jugular makes you excited. Makes you want more.

"You're such a fucking brat, mi amor"

"Remember who makes you feel this good next time some cabrón decides to eye fuck you."

Once he's finished 'teaching you a lesson', his words not yours, he treats you the usual aftercare. Cleaning you with a warm washcloth, preparing a bath if you ask him to, combing his fingers through your hair and praising you for being so good. It's when you're going to bed you realize that he finally let loose. And like you said, he didn't kill you. Just left you with some bruising and maybe a few nicks from when he tore your clothes off.

You make a mental note to reward him with breakfast and some morning head tomorrow.

Favorite Things

In terms of what Miguel enjoys doing with you during your-ahem- alone time, where to even begin.

In terms of kinks, it's a given that he has a breeding kink. Even if you are unable to actually have kids, he still just loves cumming inside you. To the point that when he finally pulls out his cum leaks down your thigh and he has to push it back in with his fingers. If you can get pregnant, he gets off on the idea of you carrying his child. Belly swollen with his baby inside of you. Pride flaring up in his chest at the mere thought of it.

Somnophilia is an unexpected turn on for him. It makes sense, after having multiple nights where you expect him to be home, only for him to arrive after you'd gone to sleep, sexual frustration was bound to happen. You'd talk about it beforehand, making sure it's all consensual. He'd come home to find you already in bed, in nothing but one of his shirts. No underwear. His indicator to know you needed him. Watching you be roused by his cock sliding into you, the half asleep moans falling from your lips, he finds it both mesmerizing and adorable.

Using his fangs on you is a rare treat. You had expressed interest at one point, wondering what it'd be like to be completely at his mercy when his venom leaves you immobile. It's not his favorite, but in those rare instances where he wants to remind you that you're his and only his, it comes in handy. You enjoy the manhandling aspect of it, Miguel bending you into whatever position he desires so he can fuck you stupid.

Sex positions depend on his mood. If he's feeling romantic, he likes to be able to look into your eyes. Mating press, cowgirl, even modified versions of the missionary position are what he enjoys. He also provides more foreplay, spending what feels like forever just pleasing you with his fingers and mouth. Especially his mouth. He loves thighs, so feeling yours clench around his head turns him on to no end. One time even, your thighs were positioned in just the wrong way when clamping around his neck, cutting off blood flow and he passed out; you were both too lost in the moment to notice until his body went limp on top of you. Don't worry, you guys had a good laugh about it when he finally came to.

"Dying between your thighs would be the perfect way to go, mi vida."

When he's in a bad mood, it's a different story. It's usually after a rough day at work or if you're pissing him off by being a tease/bratty. His goal is to have you trapped between his body and whatever surface he chooses, varying from the bed, to the couch, the wall, etc. Doggystyle, full Nelson and flat iron are popular choices. He's rougher than usual too, pulling your hair, leaving more hickies than normal and his dirty talk is more degrading than praising. Foreplay is more of a way to assert dominance over you, overstimulating you into submission.

"One more, cum one more time for me. Te voy a joder estúpido, putito." I'll fuck you stupid, little whore.

This is also the time when injury is more likely to occur. Nothing major, puncture marks from his claws on your hips and scratches from his fangs grazing your shoulder. You don't accept his apologies after because there's nothing to be sorry for.

On and Off

There will most likely be a phase in the relationship where the two of you are struggling to keep said relationship afloat. While problems in the bedroom are rare, issues usually being not enough sex, the relationship outside of that can be rocky. The both of you are busy and finding time to spend together becomes harder and harder to do.

The reasons for breaking up can vary. Sometimes it's on his end, Miguel wanting to protect you from his life as Spider-Man and wanting you to be happy and not waiting on him. Other times you're the one to end things because he doesn't provide you with the attention you deserve or because you feel like a burden to him and his work. Either way, even when you're not together officially, it's hard for the two of you to keep your hands off each other.

Miguel shows up to your apartment multiple times, most of the time uninvited. It's always late, the sound of the window to your living room sliding open, followed by his heavy footsteps is enough to wake you up. When you step out of your room, he greets you like a man starved. Sinking to his knees and wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting your shirt to leave kisses down your stomach.

"Been missing you so much, necesito recordar el sabor de ti." need to remember the taste of you.

He's trying to butter you up and you know it. Whether it be you missed him too or you're too tired to argue, you fall for it almost every time. Letting him grasp the back of your thighs to lift you as he stands, making his way to your bedroom with you in his arms and lips pressed against yours.

You don't know which you like better, the sex when you guys aren't together or the makeup sex that follows. Every. Single. Time. It's always after something happens, ranging between him finding out you're starting to date other people again to one of you surviving a near death experience. Either way, it always starts the same.

Miguel shows up at your place, as usual, but instead of groveling for your forgiveness, he's fuming. Mad that you're looking at other guys and not him, mad that he almost lost you, mad that he was stupid for letting you go in the first place...either way he's pissed off. A possessive hand at the nape of your neck, forcing you to look him in the eye. Eye contact is very important to him.

"You're mine, cariño. I'm not letting you go ever again."

After some bickering and maybe even shouting, the interaction usually ends with you ass up over the nearest object while he pummels you with his thick cock. One of his hands restraining your hips while the other is snaked around your torso, his hand wrapped around your neck and his hot breath against your ear. It's an odd routine you've become used to, borderline unhealthy even. However, while the lows can be pretty low, the highs are oh so high. The good times make you fall for his tricks without question. Besides, you both know he's the one wrapped around your little finger.

Don't worry though, for the ride or dies, it all pays off in the end. The back and forth between you two settles and Miguel finds his permanent home between your thighs. As well as your heart, of course.

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[prettyboypistol]

How the TF2 Mercs De-stress/Manage Anger

Scout

Actually a stereotypical movie bad boy about it. Cigarette, batting cage, and punching bags his emotions out. Shouts at people and shoves them out of his way, throat closed up in welled up emotions, his lungs refusing to give him air as the tightness of slamming against the metaphorical wall of frustration feels like it kills him inside. You know what? Being so tired you can barely register the world around? It's better than feeling like an elephant trapped in a jam jar.

Soldier

Works out and represses the expressions unless he's in battle. That's actually where he gets most of his energy. He thinks of all the shit that pissed him off or made him feel small and uses that flicker of rage as the start of the firecracker of a soldier on the field. Doesn't talk about his emotions much and doesn't see any need to. Yeah, a few drinks in and he gets sappy, but that's normal. Anger usually gets metal pipes bent or people's faces bashed in. Usually both.

Pyro

Expresses anger and stress as overexcitabiliy and hyperactivity. A constant overstimulation mode. Referencing the comics, Pyro won't hesitate to kill a bitch knowingly if they are pissed off. They're the reason it's called a "crime of passion". High spikes of anger followed by a low simmer of calmness. Actually pretty good about deep breaths when it comes to mild annoyances or daily stress, but the over the top bullshit absolutely gets an over the top reaction.

Heavy

Intimidation and powerplay is the name of Heavy's game. Sharp glares and a clear body message of "I will snap your spine if you breathe near me." This comes from his time in the gulag, when he had to keep himself and his family safe. Looking murderous when upset had a lot of advantages. When it actually comes to relieving the anger, he's an isolationist. Def thinks over the situation over and over again as he distracts himself with one of his hobbies. Usually not reading because his mind wanders off too much to focus on the pages.

Engineer

Hyperactive workaholic. He locks himself in his workshop and doesn't leave until he makes something either revolutionary or a man made horror you could only fathom in your nightmares. Whatever, he can sell it to the Administrator as a torture device. Who cares. Engie isn't much of a talker so much as he is a ranter. He grumbles and shouts to himself in a one way conversation as he tightens that one bolt that gave him trouble. Only once has he dented one of his sentries with his wrench when the energy was too much to comprehend.

Demoman

As is his usual solution, he drinks. He drinks and he talks. It doesn't matter to who or even if people are with him. Talking and bitching helps him to understand the situation, get his feelings validated, and develop more points of view. If that doesn't work, there's always testing his explosives. That release of emotions as he watches the burn pile explode is cathartic in a way. Pyro usually joins in and watches the fire, giving Demo someone to talk to.

Sniper

Also an isolationist, but you couldn't tell either way unless you pissed him off while talking to him. If it's just him, then you wouldn't even know that motherfucker was milliseconds away from starting a fight. Mutters to himself softly, barely able to hear the words himself as he shoots at sodacans and empty food containers all lined up by his van. Long drives while music plays in the background is one of his guilty pleasures when he can get away with it. If you ask what's bothering him he'll have a 50/50 between shrugging and saying a dismissive "it's nothing, just woke up wrong" or will barely explain it, but get the just of it accurately.

Spy

Tries to work through it physically, not emotionally. Man's has never talked about his emotions in his life and you won't make him start now. Usually very bitchy when something pisses him off, and his weapon of choice is personal insults. It's a funny thing really. He needs to feel superior by putting others down because the anger and stress makes him feel weak. There is only one good way to snap him out of a bad mood: casually praise him. "Nice work, Spy." "I knew I could count on you." "Thanks Spy, you're a lifesaver." Are instant soothers. It's nice to be acknowledged.

Medic

Workaholic worse than Engie. This man is really out here about to create an elderitch horror because he stubbed his toe and spilled his coffee. Strained smiles and snide comments are his language when he's had a bad day. If someone directly irritates him, that man is a solid 6'1 minimum and is built. He will and continue to physically intimidate people. Has violent fantasies as a cope.

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

One of the things that annoy me the most about people (mostly zutarians) trying to argue that Zuko saying he wasn't being himself in a war meeting with Ozai somehow means he doesn't want to be Fire Lord or date Mai is not just how it completely misinterprets Zuko's character and the things he has explicitly stated to want multiple times - but also because it ignores one of the most realistic portrayals of what it is like to live with an abuser that isn't on Evil Bastard mode 24/7.

During "Nightmares And Daydreams" Zuko is being treated shockingly well. He can get literally anything he wants, whenever he wants. He is being so pampered that he doesn't even have to walk anywhere if he doesn't feel like it, and everyone adores him - he is basically being treated like Azula.

Yet unlike Azula, he was not invited to the meeting. And he doesn't feel safe to ask his father about it directly or to just assume there was some communication issue and show up regardless of the "lack of" invitation. And considering what happened last time he tried, it's not hard to see why he feels that way.

But oh look! He WAS supposed to be there! And Ozai even refused to start the meeting without him! He saved Zuko a spot so he'd be at his right hand, and even wants to hear him out when discussing ideas! Surely that means he cares about Zuko and values his opinions, right?

Not quite. There's another catch. There's ALWAYS another catch. He can say what he wants... provided it is what Ozai wants to hear.

Zuko has every privilege in the world, but he doesn't have the basic to right to have his own opinions, to speak to his own parent and to not constantly fear he will suddenly be, at best, ignored, and at worst physically abused, kicked from home and cut off from everything and everyone he is familair with just because Ozai woke up in a bad mood or felt challenged/insulted in some way.

This episode was not about Zuko realising he didn't love Mai, or wanted to go back to the job he canonically hated. It's about him finally realizing that the most luxurious cage in the world is still a cage. That he will never feel safe with his abuser around, even if Ozai isn't constantly lashing out. That no matter how good his life seems to be on the surface, he will never truly have anything (from basic stuff like a roof over his head to luxuries like literal royal treatment) when there's someone that can just randomly decide to take it all away from him and not face any consequences for it because he has absolute power over everyone.

That's why in lots of frames during his conversations with Iroh, the animation makes it look like Zuko is behind bars while his uncle is free. Why Azula, the child that stuck by Ozai's side, ends the show having a breakdown and feeling worthless after being randomly abandoned by him and excluded from what was supposed to be THEIR moment. Why during the eclipse, Zuko literally says "I'm going to speak my mind and you're going to listen."

And why he confessed that entire inner conflict to Mai - yes, his girlfriend, but also someone who can RELATE to his struggles, because while her parents are not abusive, they are neglectful to the point of it being criminal and she full on says "I could get anything I wanted, as long as I behaved."

She knows what's like to feel trapped, and that's a big part of why Zuko felt comfortable enough to "take the mask off" with her instead of with anyone else.

[transmascutena]

Bird Symbolism in Revolutionary Girl Utena

There is quite a large amount of bird and bird-related imagery, symbolism, allegories and metaphors in Revolutionary Girl Utena, and i think all of them are very interesting. Here is a ~2000 word essay about the topic.

The Birdcage Garden: Anthy and Ohtori Academy

This is perhaps the most obvious of the bird symbols in Utena. It is literally Anthy's cage. It is where she, as the Rose Bride, is supposed to spend her time watering the flowers. Touga talks about never letting her out of it once he wins her, and calls her a "lovely little bird." And doesn't that just sum up what so many people's idealized version of her is like? A pretty thing to be admired, only in captivity.

I think the birdcage can also be seen as a sort of microcosm of Ohtori Academy as a whole. Akio does call the school "a garden where people will never become adults," after all, and Anthy is not the only person trapped there, nor is she the only character associated with birds.

According to this analysis, "Ohtori" as a word can mean "big bird" in japanese, and is also a Japanese term for the Fenghuang bird in Chinese mythology, said to be "beautiful, immortal and rules over all birds." Sounds a lot like a certain someone in charge of this place, doesn't it? Which would make every person in Ohtori a bird, symbolically speaking, trapped in the cage that is the academy and ruled by Akio (who, despite being the biggest, and the one with the most control, is also a caged bird.)

Additionally, the statue on the gate to the dueling arena is in the shape of a bird, before it transforms into a rose when opened. I am not sure exactly what this means, but I assume it is in some way symbolic of Akio, Anthy and Ohtori.

The Bird and the Window: Shiori and Juri

The bird that flies into the window during Shiori and Juri's conversation in episode 17 is a Java Sparrow. Despite its name, it is a part of the Estrildid Finch family, but I think the symbolism for sparrows fits the context more, as they can represent love, devotion and compainionship, all of which are very relevant for Juri and Shiori.

The bird is also the symbolic item for Shiori's black rose duel, which means we should associate the bird mainly with her. What, exactly, is the window, then? I think it is symbolic of Shiori's feelings for Juri, Juri's feelings for Shiori, or most likely both. The bird hits the window directly after Juri says "Is that all you have to say to me?" and turns to leave. The bird hits something it could not see in its flight, just as Shiori hits against something that hurts her, even if she doesn't understand it, in her conversation with Juri. The bird is shown to be lying still, presumably dead, after Juri reveals that she was never in love with the boy Shiori "stole" from her.

The bird is shown again after Juri throws her locket in the lake, and before Shiori finds it in her dorm. I've heard it discussed that this implies the bird retrieved the locket (probably through Anthy-as-Mamiya), and if the bird is symbolic of Shiori and the locket is symbolic of Juri's feelings for her, it would mean Shiori is the one to bring them back after Juri tries to rid herself of them. This makes sense.

The Bird Nest: Kozue and Miki

The bird nest that Kozue rescues from the tree that is going to be cut down is symbolic of her and Miki. Or, at least they are symbolic of how Kozue views the two of them. The comparison is pretty straightforward; Kozue projects her and Miki's feelings of abandonment onto these baby chicks, who have been left behind by their parents, just like the two of them were when their parents divorced. I think she projects her protectiveness over her brother moreso than her own feelings about the whole thing, as Kozue likes to think of herself as very independent ("a wild animal") and very unaffected by it all. As seen by her attempt to save the birds in the first place, she is very willing to put herself at risk, and is less concerned with her own feelings/safety.

Now, I don't want to get too much into speculation, but I have to wonder if there was more going on in the Kaoru family than just the divorce and the too-high expectations for the "twin prodigies." Miki's uncharacteristic cynicism in saying "adults who tell you something is for your own good can never be trusted," as well as Kozue's total disregard for authority and her tendency to use her sexuality as a tool both concern me. Although Miki and Kozue's parents are not explicitly shown to be abusive, I do not think it is a stretch to say that there is a possibility that they were. It explains some of Kozue's behaviour in regards to Miki as well. It's not just posesiveness but protectiveness. She has needed to protect him before, and she feels she needs to protect him still (pushing the predatory teacher down the stairs, saving the birds she sees his innocence in.)

Interestingly enough, Anthy interacts with these chicks as well. She advices Miki on how to feed and take care of them. Utena even comments on how unusually straight forward she's being about the whole thing. This might just be another instance of characterizing Anthy as a person who is fond of animals, and that is certainly part of it, but i think there is more to it as well. If these baby birds are symbolic of (Miki and Kozue's, but also a general) feeling of abandonment by parents/adults, as well as their potential abuse, what does that mean for Anthy not only knowing how to take care of them, but being eager to talk about it? Could it perhaps be that she, like Kozue, sees herself in them? Like Kozue, Anthy herself is symbolically a bird, but a caged one in contrast to Kozue's claims of being a wild animal. Could it be that Anthy has had to become an expert in taking care of those (herself) that have been abandoned or failed or abused by the adults in their lives? Rememeber that this is the same episode where she says that Akio is more like a father to her than a brother. A parallel is indirectly being drawn between him and the Kaoru parents.

If Miki and Kozue's parents were abusive, this might be a rare moment of Anthy empathising with other victims, telling them through metaphor how to take care of themselves. Although, it doesn't keep her from continuing to manipulate them, as she goes on to say her line about returning the chicks to their mother, which is what sets Kozue off. Anthy also says that she's never actually raised chicks before. Maybe she's not very good at taking care of them (herself) after all.

There's also what looks like two caged parakeets in Miki's flashback of their childhood. I assume this has similar meaning to Anthy's birdcage, as a feeling of being trapped, in this case by their parents' expectations for them. Kozue used to be a caged bird, but now claims to be a wild one, despite still being inside the birdcage that is Ohtori.

Brood Parasitism: Nanami and Touga (and Utena)

The Kaoru's are not the only sibling pair in Utena to be compared to birds. In Episode 31, Her Tragedy, a pretty unique shadow play is put on in the Chairman's Tower about a cuckoo leaving its egg in another bird's nest, a phenomenon known as brood parasitism. It also references the fairy tale The Ugly Duckling by Hans Christian Andersen. Perhaps the most interesting part of this play is that it's done in the style of the ones in the black rose arc, with C-Ko playing all the roles, the return of the monkey-catching robot, and Utena's fourth-wall breaking commentary at the end. I won't get into what this means, as it doesn't have anything to do with the bird metaphor, but maybe in another post.

This shadow play is about how Nanami and Touga were adopted, and specifically about Nanami's feelings on the matter. Of course adopted children are not parasites, but it makes sense for Nanami to think along those lines, considering her fear of being compared to animals or aliens, and of being ostracized by the society she lives in. Nanami doesn't actually know that she is adopted, only that Touga is, which muddies that interpretation a little. Perhaps it is about Nanami blaming Touga's birth parents for "leaving him in another nest"? Something about her resentment of Touga at this point in time, thinking of him as a parasite in their family? Or simply her fear of what not being his blood-relative means.

I'm more confident about the Ugly Duckling reference, and it being symbolic of Nanami's worry of not fitting in among her peers. Nanami mainly copes with this by thinking that the reason she doesn't fit in, is because she is actually better than everybody else, because she's related to Touga (being a beautiful swan among the common ducks.) The play ends with the cuckoo insisting that it will become a swan one day, when really it can't. It will never be a duck that fits in, either. It will always just be what it is, a parasite (a space-alien. A girl who lays eggs.) This reflects Nanami's despair at the idea that she's "just another fly in the swarm" after her duel in the next episode.

And like all the shadow plays this one can be interpreted as being about Utena as well. She is an orphan who is now being raised in Akio and Anthy's "nest". Although she wasn't placed there by anyone but Akio himself, so it's more about her insecurities about feeling like an outsider in their family. And like the Ugly Duckling/cuckoo, she is also out of place among the rest of the students, and dreams of growing up to be something she can't actually become, in this case a prince. (credits to this analysis on the shadow plays for helping me piece together my thoughts on that. Always cite your sources!)

Cuckoos can also be symbolic of one-sided love, and is the origin of the word cuckoldry. Make of that what you will.

I should mention that Nanami also lays an egg of her own a few episodes prior. ...Or does she?

Her nightmare sequences show her fears of being compared to a chicken, a turtle, a frog, and of course, a space alien, but it is quite obviously a bird egg. And since we are later shown that Anthy has a chicken named Nanami, much like the cow with the same name, it can be assumed that the egg comes from there, and that Anthy brought it to Nanami's bed, perhaps via Chu-Chu. Could this relate to the brood parasitism of the cuckoo in some way? Is this not one bird (Anthy) laying its egg in another bird's (Nanami's) nest (bed) and getting them to raise it? is this what Anthy means when she tells Miki she has never personally raised chicks? Are all of these metaphors connected??? There's also the fan-theory that Nanami's egg hatched a reincarnated Chu-Chu, and in that case would he be the baby cuckoo while Anthy is the mother and Nanami is the duck? I'll be honest I'm not really sure what to make of it at this point. Draw whatever conclusion you want!

Last and probably least interesting is the third of Nanami associated bird imagery: the crow in episode 10. Crows can be symbolic of death, and it feels safe to say that this one is just here to set the mood of the scene, and as visual confirmation that the kitten did indeed die. Not too much to say there.

The Chicken and the Egg: The Student Council

I'd be remiss if i didn't mention the student council's chicken and egg speech in this post as well, even if it has been analyzed to hell and back by hundreds of people before me. It is a reference to Hermann Hesse's book Demian. It is about breaking out of childhood and into adulthood. It is about escaping Ohtori, which is both the egg and the cage (and interestingly enough, during the speech birds can be seen flying by outside the cage of the elevator.) In Nanami's version of the egg speech she mentions "the cage of freedom" and how it cares for the chick. This something that ideally should be true for schools. A place that limits children, but in a way that prepares them for the adult world. Of course, Ohtori as a system has no interest in this, as it is a cage in its most literal sense: a place to keep people trapped. Trapped in their harmful behaviours, in their lack of growth, in their idealized memories of the past, and most of all, in childhood.

And with that, we have come full circle back to Anthy's birdcage as a symbol for all of Ohtori. Thanks for reading :)

[the-house-of-auditore-frye]

We need to talk about the men in MK1

Wow.

WOW.

I really don't understand how they managed to make everybody SO BLOODY ATTRACTIVE?!

Even characters like Reptile were made into Boyfriend material.

Kenshi is a babe. That's it. That's the statement - he's a babe. His attractiveness ascends my language abilities to articulate how attracted I am to him in this game.

And Johnny - SO DAMN FINE! They struck the perfect balance of all Johnny's qualities with the features of a young Harrison Ford (which my followers will know has a certain power over me). Also I love that they made Johnny a hot nerd - who doesn't love a man that was ready to just dive into ancient Japanese history during a conversation.

And of course my dear Kuai Liang SERVED LOOKS in this game - I could cut my hand on his jawline...

This game has made me PRIMAL in ways that are dangerous to my psyche... but am I going to stop panting over the thirst traps that are Kenshi Takahashi and Johnny Cage? No.

Under the cut, I'm going to put more details reason's about why and how I want these fictional men to rail me which will probably make more sense to me followers but by all means, feel free to read! (But I will warn, it gets explicit so reader discretion is advised)

The amount I desire these men to dominate me is just unhealthy but let's get back to basics.

So those of you who have followed me for a bit (or I guess just looked at my page) will know that I have loved Kuai Liang and Hanzo since MKX. In MKX, I also had the hots for Kenshi and Johnny but not to the same degree. Then MK11 came out, obviously Kenshi isn't in it. I liked Older Johnny but not younger Johnny. As for Liang and Hanzo, I liked them a lot but not as much as MKX.

Then this DAMN game was released and like the timeline, the whole playing field was reset.

Don't get me wrong, I still love Kuai Liang in this game: he gives off such tender Lover vibes that I just want to stay in his arms ALL DAY. I mentioned that jawline right? I loved him and I love what they did with the familial relationships between him, Bihan and Tomas. When it was first announced that Kuai Liang was going to be Scorpion, I wasn't thrilled since, in my heart, that will always belong to Hanzo. They landed it tastefully but I still miss him as Sub Zero. Overall, I loved Kuai Liang in this game but Kenshi and Johnny were on another level.

Kenshi. KENSHI. The hold this man has over me. I can't tell if I want to be tender with him or animalistic: I genuinely go from "I want to remove his blindfold and kiss his scarred eyes, reminding him how much I love him while softly running my fingers through his hair" to "I want Kenshi to remove his blindfold and tie me to the bed, reminding me that I'm his toy to play with in any way he sees fit while fingering me with his tattooed hands- OH. HIS HANDS. I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I WANT TO SUCH ON HIS FINGERS WHILE HE CALLS ME A GOOD GIRL. I AM SO SUBMISSIVE TO THIS MAN THAT IT'S NOT HEALTHY.

I think out of all the characters, I was most impressed by the characterisation of Johnny. Don't get me wrong, Mileena, Sindel, Baraka, Syzoth all got the storylines and re-characterisation they deserve but with Johnny I was more impressed because less changed about him. Like I said, I've always been a bit hit-or-miss with Johnny but this Johnny was perfection. Immediately making him a hot history nerd rather than an airhead was brilliant, it gave a depth to Johnny that I've never seen and it played off Kenshi perfectly. It's kind of like when you're with a group of people and a random topic you love comes up and suddenly you go on a 10 minute rant about why it's fascinating before realising everyone is just staring at you in confusion: it made Johnny so much more relatable. Also I love the sense of humour they went for in this game with Johnny. In prior games, I sometimes felt like Johnny was trying too hard to be funny for other people but in this game, Johnny is unintentionally hilarious and his jokes are mostly for himself and I love it. The first time I saw "Ripley!" I genuinely couldn't stop laughing for like 5 minutes. Also his beloved Hichulli, peak comedy. But let's get to the juicy stuff: HIS DESIGN. YES PLEASE, SIGN ME THE HELL UP FOR IT. I want to just cover his face in kisses. I want him to cover my face is kisses. Also his nose... I mean, I'm sure you guys have noticed that I like prominent noses and Johnny's when I saw his made me go red. MK1 Johnny going down on someone would be an ethereal experience (especially since he never stops talking which I might request a fic for) and part of that experience would be the nose. Just general though, the facial shape, the hair, the nose, the jawline: it all slays, just like Johnny.

So now having read all this, you can see why I don't let myself talk about the men of MK1: I just become a whore. This game opened my eyes to kinks I have NEVER been into cough cough threesome with Johnny and Kenshi cough cough blade play using Sento with Kenshi cough cough recorded sex with Johnny cough cough... In summation: this game has reduced me from a somewhat mentally adjusted young woman to a neanderthal that wants to be breeded by two fictional men called Kenshi Takahashi and Johnny Cage.

[snekjoy]

I genuinely can't believe that the rannett windblume thing happened, like???

They get trapped in a cage together, which is just. Such a romcom trope and then while they're there Bennett gives Razor all his food because he's worried for him ANS THEN THEY WRITE A LOVE POEM TOGETHER

Like it's not even me going "Oh this is a love poem bc I say so" THE POINT IS THEY WERE WRITING LOVE POEMS, TRAVELLER SAID IT WAS FULL OF ROMANCE, AND

THE POEM IS ABOUT RAZOR

"You and the Mare Jivari

So close and yet so far

One at the edge of the world

The other in the center of my heart

Wolfhook and dandelion

My Windblume offering to you."

That's so fucking romantic and Bennett needed another windblume to use than dandelion so what does he do? Think of another flower himself, like his ascension mats or something? NO HE ASKS RAZOR AND PUTS RAZOR'S WINDBLUME INTO THE POEM!

People's choice of windblume is a personal thing!! Most Mondstadters have their own idea of what the windblume is so Bennett including Razor's choice (which is entirely unconventional in that it's not a flower and is only in Wolvendom) makes the poem so personalised to Razor!! He could even have said Windwheel asters or something bc those are his ascension flowers but NO! He made the poem about Razor's Windblume choice!! (And his ascension mats)

Let me ask you: if someone is giving someone else a windblume and they choose a Wolfhook, would you assume that the person receiving or giving the Wolfhook is the one character we know to live in Wolvendom, aka the only place Wolfhooks grow? Yeah you would assume that wouldn't you, so why is Bennett writing about giving someone a Wolfhook as windblume in a romantic context if it's not about Razor???

And then the most damning piece of evidence: RAZOR SAID THE POEM MADE HIM FEEL WARM AND TINGLY!! GAYASS

And don't think I didn't notice that the first few lines of the poem are about the contrast between the emotional and physical difference between the person the poem is about and Bennett. Razor lives in Wolvendom, putting him physically distant from Bennett, but they're "friends" anyway!! They hang out!! They write love poems about each other!! Bennett speaks to Razor in a way softer voice than anyone else!! They're close!!

Also, while Bennett was writing this poem he was "so close and yet so far" from Razor because they were IN THE SAME CAGE BUT DIFFERENT COMPARTMENTS. That makes them close, but unable to actually be next to each other!!

Also, after this, Venti says the poem is good and invites Bennett back to go to a bar and celebrate. Bennett declines, not because he doesn't like drinking or because he has some vague other thing to do but because he wants to go explore with Razor specifically. They then disappear and appear next in the cutscene, where Bennett is teaching Razor all about adventuring and says "WE need to bring more food next time, or you'll go hungry!" HE MEANS THEY'RE GONNA CONTINUE TO HANG OUT AND THAT THE NEXT TIME WILL BE WITH RAZOR AND HE WANTS TO ACCOMMODATE FOR RAZOR'S QUIRKS LIKE HOW HE CAN EAT LOADS AND STILL BE HUNGRY!! HE'S MAKING CHANGES TO HIS OWN LIFE TO BETTER FIT RAZOR!!

And Razor also makes changes for Bennett!! He doesn't like loud stuff or people who talk too much (which makes me think he's autistic but we move that's a different post) and the reason he was at the Thousand Winds Temple in the first place was because Wolvendom was too loud! This establishes he struggles with loud noises, or the fact that the hunters in Wolvendom talk too much.

BENNETT TALKS A LOT. Just saying

Also, in the cutscene for that Windblume, they're headed into the city. We know the city is filled with people, especially during a festival, probably way more people than Wolvendom, but he still goes because Bennett is there. He's following Bennett into somewhere that makes him uncomfortable, which means he trusts him already!!

Also, in his voiceline about Bennett, he says he talks a lot. He acknowledges that Bennett talks a lot but he doesn't have an issue with it! He says "eat with him, never full" which could either mean Bennett keeps stopping to talk or that Razor doesn't want to stop hanging out, so he's never full because he doesn't want to be done with the meal. It could also mean that he's never "full" or sick of Bennett's talking which is just adorable.

Also, in the susbedo event, Paimon asks Bennett where Razor is, meaning whenever she sees Bennett she expects to see Razor. You realise this means they probably hang out so often people see them as a pair? Inseparable?

IN CONCLUSION they're so in love they're basically canon, they have so many signs and hints and stuff that suggests they're way closer to each other than anyone else. Basically whenever we see one of them, they're with the other or the other one is close behind. They're so in love u guys

[figgrrr0]

Hey hey Im back again!! I hope youre still open for accepting headcanon requests <33 this time i wanna req What is it like for Heizou, Xiao and venti (seperate) to date a fem!reader who is taller than them? (Nsfw or sfw is fine!)

Their girlfriend is taller than them

Characters: Heizou, Xiao, Venti // Reader: Female

Genre: Smut, only fluff for Xiao // CWs next to the corresponding character

Heizou

Cw: Body worship, height difference, mentioned high heels

• Would forget how tall you are until he walks up to you and is eye level with your chest. This would happen almost every single time. It doesn't even matter if you've got any skin showing, just the realisation of how tall you are compared to him will make him temporarily short-circuit. Heizou would lose all the confidence he'd strode up with, mentally criticising himself for forgetting, when, one: you're literally his girlfriend; he sees you every day! How could he forget? And two: it's his job to file away information about people and be able to recall it all in a moment's notice! The only way to stop him from kicking himself for this, is to bring his attention back to you. Now, this could very easily be done just by laughing a little at the annoyed expression on his face, but some good old physical touch will do the job even better. Though, this will also restore his boldness, so watch out, cause Heizou has a full arsenal of tactics to turn the nervousness back onto you.

• Because of how easy to reach they are, Heizou would be worshipping your breasts daily. I mean, they're the perfect height for him to just smush his face into. Not only that, I think he'd have a thing for just your overall height. Some of your limbs are obviously going to be longer than his own (arms, legs, torso, etc.), and the difference is going to be so interesting to him, plus its extra space for him to kiss and explore. Bonus points if you ever wear high heels. I really can't figure out why but I just think that Heizou would have a thing for height differences to his own disadvantage, but at the same time that'd just make him want to try and keep the control even more. It'd give him a pleasurable power trip.

Xiao:

Cw: Slight strength kink? Maybe a little, apart from that it's just fluff. Cuddling, clothes stealing.

• Your height would be oddly comforting to Xiao. He'd feel safer in your presence than most others, but he loves how easy it is for you to completely wrap yourself around his body when you're cuddling up together (I am a firm believer that Xiao is a little spoon. Fight me). Your arms and legs would be able to trap him, and though he isn't used to the touch, even just the thought of leaving to go and fulfill his duties isn't as appealing as feeling your body caging him in. But, what's even better, is that, despite how strong he is thanks to his powers as a yaksha, there's a possibility that if you were to lock your arms and legs together around him, he might find it harder to escape than expected... he's almost tempted to try it out one of these days.

• Oh, your clothes are big enough to fit him? Too big? Yeah, you're coming home to Xiao absolutely drowning in your sweaters. They're comfy, warm, and they remind him of you. Could he possibly get any cuter?! Probably, but he's feeling a little too shy at being caught stealing your clothes. He'd try making up an excuse, and a very poor one at that, but please don't let him take it off. After that first day, you likely won't see him wearing your clothes for about a month after that; but gradually, it just becomes something that you come home to more often than not, to the point that if he's not wearing some article of your clothing, you'll start to get worried that he's upset with you, as rare as that would be.

Venti:

• We all know that Venti would use any and all excuses that he could find to slip his hands under your clothes, shamelessly groping whatever skin his fingers can touch; usually your thighs or boobs, but even just feeling the heat from your stomach is fine (except for the fact that he always does it when his hands are extremely cold...). Unfortunately for you, this is usually just a ploy for him to be able to tickle you once you let your guard down. Being taller than him just gives him easier access, how is he supposed to resist?! And, he won't even need to use as strong of a gust of wind to see up your skirt... your height is doing half of the work already!

Cw: Groping, role reversal, implied cross-dressing

• He would be an absolute menace. Suddenly, every single item that he needs is too high up for him to reach... I wonder how that happened? Oh well, who cares? Cause now he needs your help to get it down! He likes playing up how much stronger your stature would imply that you are compared to him (even though he is a literal archon...). He's not-so-secretly turned on by the role reversal, since the guy in a relationship is most commonly the taller. But, you being taller than him and being able to help him with everything so easily is a one way ticket to unlocking his brattiness and laziness all mixed together. And, if you go along with his little games long enough? Well. I think it could potentially escalate to Venti trying on some skirts for you and making the role reversal even more prominent...

Thank you for reading! 🩷

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New here. Just discovering and exploring #RWRB fandom on Tumblr and, random thoughts about the film (haven't had time to read the book yet) keep popping up in my head.

In the museum scene and at the airport afterward, has Henry borrowed the blue hoodie that Alex wears several times earlier in the movie (beginning when Alex talks to Nora about Henry kissing him)? Or do they both happen to own the same blue hoodie?

Why do you think Henry decides to bring Alex to the V&A? Did Henry just want to show Alex the gilded cage he feels trapped in as part of letting Alex go? Or is Henry deliberately moving another step closer by revealing a little more about himself? I've been struck that at the airport, Henry asks Alex to "be patient," but he doesn't say "I love you" back to Alex and walks away with a pained expression on his face.

Loving your blog, and the others I've discovered here...

Welcome! Sorry for the late response, I'm a senior in college with ADHD and autism so sometimes asks get put in the background of my mind for a while lol

1) At first, a lot of people thought they were sharing the blue hoodie you're referring to, but when you look closer, it's two different hoodies. They're practically the same shade of blue (most GIFs are edited with different color effects & filters), but you can tell because of the pull strings! Alex's pull strings have folded tips whereas Henry's has aglets, or plastic, at the ends.

2) In the books, Henry takes Alex to the museum the day after their fight, after they've agreed that they're both committed to their relationship. It's just a piece of Henry's life that he's enthusiastic about and wants to share with him before he goes home.

In the movie, there's lots of explanations and theories as to why Henry takes him during their fight. I can share you my thought process, but you can definitely find other interpretations! I think it's a sort of combination of the things you said!

In the museum, Henry can be himself without the influence of the outside world. It allows him to make a decision with a clear head, as "Henry Fox" rather than "Prince Henry of Wales". He also intends to say goodbye, but he wants Alex to know that it has nothing to do with whether or not he loves him.

The museum is his safe space, his sanctuary, and a sacred memory of his father. He loves Alex more than anything, and proves it by showing how much he trusts him by sharing the V&A with him. He says that he has dreamed of bringing someone he loved there, indirectly telling him that he is that someone he loves.

However, he follows that up by calling it a "daft pubescent fantasy". Henry does not believe that a future with Alex is possible, and he is preparing himself to let him go, but then Alex surprises him.

Henry essentially says that he cannot have love, and he was foolish to even imagine it. Alex says that he can, and that there is nothing foolish about him to wanting it.

It's because of this that Henry changes his mind, but it doesn't automatically make everything easy. They still can't be public. That's why Henry doesn't say he loves Alex back, or allow him to kiss him. He wants to, but it's risky to kiss in the open, even on a private airstrip, and Alex is about to leave, so it hurts too much. Henry does not want Alex to go, especially after such an emotionally exhausting night.

At least, that's how I interpret the scene! I hope that gives you some answers or info to think about!

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

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Fuck-dumb Steve getting fucked in several positions has been the only thing on my mind lately i swear and Archie's writing did nothing but make it worse.

1. Cowgirl

Can you imagine Steve bouncing on Bucky's cock, panting and whining uncontrollably with his eyes all blown out. He could feel his legs cramping from the repeating motion of lifting himself up and sinking down on Bucky's thick cock with a moan or a whimper but nothing could overcome the feeling of Bucky buried deep inside of him. His lips were parted, trying to suck in as much air as he could, his chest heaving from the pressure that was placed on his chest. From the pressure of Bucky's face buried in between his tits. "Buck- oh fuck-! Buck!"– was all Steve could make up in between is moans, eyes beautifully rolling to the back of his empty head.

2. Missionary

Even if it's the only position that Steve and Bucky would use for vanilla/love making, it can get rough too. Steve's head would always tip back every time Bucky pushed his legs back (pinning him down), his toes curling in the air as he'd always clamp around the length of Bucky's cock. Bucky could never not groan at the sight of his baby's body rocking back and forth from the sheer power that he'd use in his thrusts, pushing out small 'ah's from Steve each time the top of his head merely pressed against the headboard. Not even moans at this point. His brain wasn't working hard enough to let him scream. All he could let out was small gasps and whimpers every time he could feel the girth of Bucky's cock sliding in and out of him.

3. Good ol' doggy style/ass up face down

Bucky would always get a hand full of Steve's blonde hair and would most definitely tug it every time Steve wants to get fucked on fours, yanking his head back slightly with each of his thrusts, making him pant and whine from the sting on his scalp. Not that he was complaining. He was a man made of muscle. He could squirm away if he wanted to but he didn't. Steve would always moan and whimper until his arms crumble, letting him go ass up face down, his thighs threatening to crumble as it quivered and tremble uncontrollably each time Bucky thrusts forward.

-Pleading anon

This is from the requests I got before I closed my writing requests for the school year. I'm not taking requests during the school year.

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You're all good, lol, you still were on time 😘 it just took me a long fucking time to come back to this. I'm sorry, lmao. That's my bad.

Oh, I can imagine

And I ask you to imagine the same except, rather than this occurring over several different sex sessions, montage style, this occurs during the same drawn-out marathon session. So Steve starts out going dumb, but the more Bucky moves him around, the more he's manhandled and manipulated, the more dumb he becomes until he really is just a pretty pile of mush.

Also, while we're at it, imagine this all happening while Steve is locked tight in chasity. He wants so badly to get hard, he wants to cum as many times as Bucky is, using his super soldier stamina to his advantage, but he can't. He can't get hard. He can't cum. All he can do is drip and drip and drip.

His cage is pretty, polished stainless steel that glints in the light, dressing up his soft, little cock, but with how he's dripping honey, that cage glistens.

His balls are swollen and wet, too. He's wet. So wet. Pre-cum dripping out of the head of his weeping, trapped cock and his brain dripping out of his ears.

His skin is damp with sweat, so he glistens, too. Catching all the light. The center of attention. Pretty and fucked out and dumb despite not having gotten one orgasm. It's been so long since he's orgasmed that he doesn't even think he needs it anymore. All he needs is Bucky. He revels in what Bucky does to him. The way Bucky makes him feel heaven without ever actually having release. It's paradoxical. It's perfect.

Sex isn't about chasing orgasm. Sex is about the penetration. The heat. The intimacy. The pressure. The wetness. The sounds. The pleasure. The way Bucky moves him and makes his toes curl until the soles of his feet cramp. Everything other than his orgasm. Steve doesn't have to think about orgasm. There is no distraction. He doesn't have to work to focus on the larger-than-can-fit-inside-his-body feelings. Good feelings.

Oh, God.

He loves how Bucky fucks him.

Cowgirl

The moment Steve is set on Bucky's cock, he's dumb. Brain gone. It doesn't matter that he was fine--put together and intelligent--before he was set right on Bucky's thick cock. His own cock twitches and kicks in its cage. It wants out. But Steve doesn't want to take it off. He gets enough from bouncing on Bucky's cock, panting and whining uncontrollably with his eyes all blown out.

He doesn't need his cock.

He doesn't need to cum.

There's more than enough relief in the way Bucky stretches out all the deepest parts of him that get so, so empty between fuckings. So deep. So thick. Fuck. Steve fucking chokes on it. He whimpers on it, rolling his hips and panting from the intrusion pressing up against his prostate, forcibly milking hot, messy drips of pre-cum from the head of his cock. His eyes roll at the way the satisfying weight of the cage tugs at him where he's so goddamn sensitive. Yet, really, he is overcome with the feeling of Bucky buried deep inside him. Nothing else can touch it. Not even the cage, as much as he loves it.

Constricting.

Freeing.

Steve half sits on his cock, moaning, lips parted, trying to suck in as much air as possible, chest heaving, and half bounces. He's not smart enough to focus just on bouncing. Especially not when Bucky will occasionally fuck up into him hard. That scrambles him into a useless mush every time.

Oh, oh, OH! He screams when Bucky does it.

He wants to cry every time it happens. The pleasure. The pressure. The, the--

Guh.

It's indescribable.

He doesn't have words. He doesn't have thoughts. And pretty soon he doesn't have any fucking motor control anymore either. He's a ragdoll. Bucky is holding him up with a vicious grip on his hips, burning bruises into his pretty pale skin, groaning and grunting, watching those black-with-arousal eyes roll to the back of his empty skull. He's just along for the ride. Head lulling uselessly, back arching, tits jiggling, thighs flexing, and cock making cute metallic clink-clink-clink sounds as his cage is rustled around.

All those precious noises continue, "Ah!"s and "Oh!"s and strung-out, pathethetic cries of "Buck!"

All too soon, Bucky can't take it. He flips Steve around without fucking problem, manhandling him through his orgasm, filling him up, hardly breaking a sweat while Steve gets absolutely wrecked.

Missionary

Bucky manages to arrange the puddle that is Steve onto his back, his legs spread whorishly wide to let Bucky's thick cock in. All he wants. Bucky teases him that he lives for cock--lives to be fucked, and sweet, stupid Steve can only barely shake his head yes. He's desperate. Whining. Toes curling in the air as he clamps around the length of Bucky's cock like vice grip, slick velvet. Shaking.

Now, every sound that comes out of him is gurgling or choked, like he really is that deep inside him. In his throat.

"Unh, uh, uh-!" He sputters.

It only inspires Bucky to put more of his back into it. Using the soft, intimate position to remind Steve what he can't fucking live without.

He can't live without this feeling.

Bucky's muscles under his clawing hands. Bucky's cock carving deep, deep into him, making space inside his body for himself. Bucky's mouth on his tits, wet and charming and sharp and unfathomably fucking hot. Bucky's mouth against his, growling and groaning and biting. Bucky's fingers digging into his shoulders or into his jaw, holding onto him because if he doesn't the thrusts will literally fuck Steve up the bed. And as stupid as Steve is, he doesn't need to be stupider, getting his head hit against the headboard.

Bucky cums in him again that way. It's a lot.

Wet.

Hot.

Filthy.

Snarling and tearing into his collarbone, bruising him like a ripe peach, Bucky feels the first round of his release get forced out of his heavy, swollen-feeling balls into Steve. Steve is so fucking tight around the hot, thick, spear of his cock he just can't take it.

"Messy boy," Bucky licks sloppily up his sternum, not feeling bad for even half a second at the way Steve whines so sharply in arousal that his face twists up in pain, throat aching from all the noise he's making. It's not his fault Steve is such a pretty, easy slut, now is it? It's not like his dick makes anyone 50% dumber just by reason of being inside them.

It's just Steve.

Just Steve.

He lets out a hilariously loud, wrecked sound when Bucky drags his metal fingers brazenly around his twitching, puffy, wet rim.

He can feel cum leaking out of him.

"Buh-- B-" Steve's so fucked out, so fuck-dumb that he can't even manage to moan Bucky's name. He doesn't have words.

Perfect.

He's right where Bucky wants him. Or, actually, Bucky wants him worse--he wants him stupider. Dumber. Even more drooling and brainless.

Doggy Style

So...

He flips his stupid boy over. He needs to get at that stuffed full ass.

"Ohhhhh," Steve moans, long and low, into the sheets. Only slightly muffled.

Fuck.

The day Bucky doesn't get a kick out of Steve moaning like he's fucking stupid will be the day Bucky is dead. He gets a fucking kick out of it. A kick like boot to the gut. God. Fuck yeah.

Immediately, Bucky gets a handful of Steve's ass, grabbing and spreading.

"Look at that," Bucky groans.

He's wet. He's swollen. He's obscene.

Steve sobs. His thighs falling apart wider, begging for it with his entire fucking body. Using his pretty curves and muscles for pure evil. Winding Bucky the fuck up.

And, fuck, he can't miss that sight, either, so he gives up the vice-grip he has on those round fucking cheeks (but not before slamming back into his slick heat) and instead gets a handful of Steve's blonde hair, tugging it yanking head head back with each thrust, staring, eyes heavily lidded, at that fucking dumb look on his face. Flushed red. Sweaty. Eyes rolled back. Mouth wide open. Chin wet with drool. Every breath a pant or whine or moan. He's not fucking holding himself up. Bucky is doing all the work. Fucking him. Making sure he can see the sin that is Steve's face perfectly. And Steve is just...

Just here.

Dumb.

Just letting this happen to him. Going with whatever Bucky wants. Letting Bucky use him like he's a stress ball and Bucky has had a terrible, fucking awful day. He sure is brainless as a little stress-relief toy. Malleable like one, too. Bending whatever way Bucky wants him to. Taking anything Bucky gives him.

His whole body quivers. His useless body. He's the picture of uselessness. Helpless. Every muscle has been liquified. He's a puddle.

It turns on Bucky because sometimes Bucky is fucking awful and he just can't help it. He likes his Stevie stupid. Sugar filled and gooey. Sweet like the most mouth-watering dessert.

Bucky cums in him again.

Wetter. Fuller. Stupider.

Steve takes it. He takes it gorgeously. Jaw hanging open. Chin wet and shiny with drool. Cheeks hot red. Lips hot, hot red and swollen.

Quivering head-to-toe. Golden hair a fucked mess, strands hanging over his forehead and plastered in place by sweat.

Shit.

Just one look is enough for Bucky to want to start all over again. Cowgirl. Missionary. Doggy style. Cowgirl. Missionary. Doggy style. C--

He's gonna fuck Steve until he can't keep going anymore. He's gonna fuck Steve until he screams himself raw. He's gonna fuck Steve until he cums straight through his pretty little cage whether he wants to or not--its Bucky's anyway. His orgasm. His cock. They're Bucky's. Steve's too simple to know what to do with it, so Bucky has to take responsibility.

The only thing Steve knows is the back of his eyelids, he can't manage to open his eyes. The only thing he knows is gasping for breath. The only thing he knows is drowning in molten lust. Which way is up? Which way is down? It doesn't matter! All that matters is Bucky, Bucky, Bucky BuckyBuckyBucky. He cries silently, choking on nothing, unraveling completely.

So, yes.

Stupid 👏🏻 Fucked-Out 👏🏻 Steve 👏🏻

[scoobydoodean]

i know it's compelling in fics for cas to feel betrayed about the jack in the ma'lak box decision but its So weird bc its obvious the moment jack breaks out of it hes like. oh man jack might need to be restrained at least until we can figure out a plan. like his first thought before jack breaks out is "this was cruel of them to do" and then hes like. oh fuck jack might be a threat actually.

like castiel is a complicated character hes on jack's side but by the time god suggests killing jack hes done a full 180 on it.

and when people are like "aiming the gun at jack is just as bad as shooting him" im even more confused bc like. dean aimed a gun at emma and didnt shoot her, even with the safety off. dean aimed a gun at SAM while under mind control/anger spell (talking about southern comfort iirc) and didnt shoot him. dean aimed a blade at cas and didnt stab him. like. its fine for cas to be upset at the god gun thing but its so weird when people act as if cas didnt basically admit jack needs to be stopped/bound next episode.

Cas should have been consulted and had a right to be angry that he wasn't included in the decision. At the same time, part of the reason the whole dead mom incident leading up to this happened is that Cas—yet again—kept something from everyone else so he could make unilateral decisions behind all their backs, so I'm not particularly sympathetic to his frustrations with being excluded.

I also just don't think it was cruel at all to put soulless Jack in a box and I think people should get over it. He was killing people and I care more about that than his feelings about being stuck in a box for all of 20 minutes. I simply don't care and it continuously baffles me how big a deal some fans makes out of this when Jack was going around fucking punishing and killing people in horrific ways for not believing in god on Dumah's orders after Cas suggested to her that Jack was in a vulnerable state due to being soulless and could be molded to do others bidding. Anyway like 20 minutes later, Cas went to inquire about putting Jack in The Cage. You know—the room where Sam was trapped for a year with Michael and Lucifer and where as far as Cas knows at that point, Sam was so badly tortured by Michael in addition to Lucifer that it ripped him apart at the seams?

Fandom's take on the entire thing is so devoid of even the most basic level of nuance or even plain simple honesty (to the point one of my mutuals was sent hate mail for months for nothing more than pointing out canonical facts surrounding the incident). It doesn't even surprise me anymore, because this is a fandom that infantilizes Jack to such an extent that it's been passionately argued to me that Jack should be allowed to kill people when he's angry because he has such Big Important Feelings and simultaneously and incongruously—that Dean shooting Jack to keep him from killing the black store clerk Jack was strangling to death in a rage was an act of abuse. Don't even get me started on gun disk horse that exists beyond that regarding the shooting people with guns show.

[musekicker]

Set in the Bill wins au, A moment where Ford literally can't disobey orders.

Day.. well who really knew what day number is was with time under Bill's control? But it had been awhile since Bill had gotten everything he wanted. His henchmanics spreading their mayhem through the world. Bill often times joining them. Though he did have a reason to return to the Fearamid often.

His captive human.

Ford was not taking the loss of everything he knew and his gilded cage treatment well at all. The human was still stubborn even after everything. It would be endearing if it were not so frustrating.

Bill however had a plan to break a bit of that stubbornness. And it was in Bill's secret alcohol and snack stash. The really good shit he kept away from his friends.

He had access to a large variety of fun treats and drinks really. What was it about not needing to actually eat or drink that made the act of doing either feel so hedonistic? Maybe it was the use of resources that Bill just did not need.

In any case, Bill was seeking out a particular brand of drink tonight. And when Bill found the stormy purple bottle with equally purple liquid, he stroked the side of the bottle. Dark thoughts about the fun he could had tonight with his favorite human.

Getting Ford to drink the stuff wasn't that hard. Not when using his powers to make the drink look just like water. And though at first Ford had tried refusing food at drink, enough threats pointed at Ford's trapped in a dream bubble had convinced him to just eat and drink what was given him.

The effects of the drink were fast, Ford's world suddenly swaying a bit.

"Bill... what did you do?" Ford asked, correctly guessing that Bill had done something.

"Oh, that would be the drink working on you." Bill said.

Looking at the glass again, Ford saw that the liquid was purple. He dropped the glass in terror. Bill made the glass disappear before it could hit the floor and break.

"It.. I thought it was water. You told me-" Ford said.

"I tell you a lot of things Sixer. Doesn't make most of them true." Bill said. "But here is the truth now. What you just drank is referred to as "Bird song wine". Called that because drinking that makes you do and say anything the first person you see tells you to. Fun little interrogation tool."

"I just took one sip.." Ford said, sounding just a touch forlorn.

"All it takes." Bill said with a touch of glee.

"If you had this, why did you bother with torturing me and using my family as a way to get me to tell you the equation?" Ford asked.

"A good question! Good to know your brain hasn't gone stagnate yet." Bill said.

Ford looked up at Bill to give him a sour laced glare. Bill continued.

"The answer to that question is that it takes a while to brew. Even with my powers sometimes you got to wait. But you got the first taste of this batch. Feel honored!" Bill said.

Ford's glare did not break off of Bill. Bill didn't care.

What he did care about was getting to the fun.

"Get on your knees." Bill told Ford.

The words had a instant effect. Even as Ford opened his mouth to tell Bill what he could do with these orders, Ford found his legs starting to shake. To the point that they seemed ready to give out from under him. He had to kneel or risk falling right onto his face.

Once his knees touched the floor Ford made a attempt to get up despite his still shaking legs.

"Stay on your knees." Bill ordered.

Now Ford's legs were no longer shaking. Instead they felt so heavy. Impossible to move. The shape of Bill's eye, somewhat half lidded like a content cat, showed just how very pleased Bill was by this.

To Ford, it was starting to sink in how bad this was. A great number of things could happen here. Ford couldn't do much to stop any of it before. But being unable to fight any of the abuse that was coming his way was terrifying. He tried not to gulp as he stared at Bill.

"That was a easy one. And you did it so fast I'll reward you with another easy one." Bill said.

Bill floated closer to Ford. Ford tried to rise from the floor once more but still heavy legs. He suspected it would be that way until Bill gave a order that would conflict with or over rule the last order. Or the effect of the drink wore off. Whichever came first.

Now Bill was right in front of Ford. For a moment Bill took in the sight. The his hand went towards Ford's face...

The stopped just short of touching. The back of his hand was now presented to Ford.

"Kiss my hand." Bill said.

Ford grit his teeth at the order. It would not matter how much the thought of such a tender act given to his bitter enemy made him want to spit bile. The back of Bill's hand was waiting.

"Any time now, Sixer." Bill said in a slightly sing song fashion.

The fight to disobey the order did not last much longer. Even when he closed his eyes to avoid looking at Bill's hand the pain was a constant, thrumming feeling in his head. Finally he could not stand the pain any longer.

Almost carefully he took up Bill's hand in his. A incline of Ford's head and his lips were at the back of Bill's hand.

Bill felt what acted as blood for him rush. He hadn't expected such a simple, soft act to affect him like this. Even if the act was only because of a drink. It brought a slightly more red hue to his normal yellow.

Ford meanwhile tested the power of the drink a bit. He had had to kiss Bill's hand because of it. But would it stop him from doing something more. Before Bill knew what was happening, Ford's teeth bit into Bill's hand. Bill yelped and pulled back.

Ford had bit down hard enough to draw blood. Black with golden specks blood was now smeared on Ford's face. And the taste of Bill's blood was in his mouth. It made Ford think of nightmares, stars, and oddly enough a touch of cinnamon.

He really wished he could wash his mouth out right now. But as it was, the blood was already beginning to dry on his lips. Bill was still looking at the bite wound. Though not for very long as the wound was already healing. Once the wound was gone Bill looked at Ford.

Ford expected rage or to be hurt back for his attack. The number of things Bill could do to him without killing him was staggering. His mind was close to spiraling when he realized something.

Bill was laughing.

"A little more bite to you then I remember. I love that." Bill cackled.

Bill then leaned in, his eye focused on Ford and only Ford. Then that eye opened to a toothy maw. The sight made Ford freeze. He had mental images of Bill biting off something like a hand or-

"I'll return the favor soon enough." Bill promised through the eye mouth. "Mark you up more so everyone knows you are mine."

A dark moment that Ford did not doubt would be revisited later if he stayed trapped in Bill's grip. In the next moment Bill's eye turned back to normal. Or as normal enough as anything was for Bill.

Then Bill gripped Ford's chin. Ford didn't bother trying to bite again. There was clearly no point in the action.

Bill seemed to be thinking. Probably coming up with the next order. Ford had the fear that Bill's next order would be something more invasive. More then how the kissing Bill's hand had felt. Though he knew that was still a fairly tame demand.

Ford was stared at so long that Bill was starting to feel awkward. Then Bill's eye lit up literally. Bill had come up with something. Ford went stiff, knowing something bad was coming. But the next words that came out of Bill were not expected.

"Now, tell me the truth, Sixer. How much did you miss me?" Bill asked.

The feeling of pain was there almost immediately. As if the magic at work sensed that Ford would put up more of a fight at this order. And he did fight it. Enough that Ford's hands and teeth clenched.

It was more then the wanting to not obey any orders given from Bill. It was because he knew what words would come out of his mouth. Even though he hated Bill so much that the thought of him made Ford's blood boil, there were old, strong emotions mixed in.

Ford would had rather died then letting Bill know any of that information.

That said, it hurt. A acid like burning sensation that started from the back of his throat. And the longer he tried to keep his mouth shut the further the pain spread.

"Come on Sixer, I know you can do it." Bill said in a tone that just felt like a smirk.

"You really want to know how I feel? Fine!" Ford hissed. "You were the center of my universe. My sun. I thought that you were my muse. I... I thought you were my friend! So that... that I do miss." Ford said.

Bill had knew Ford could get very poetic. And Bill had heard many things in his time of existence. But this, oh this was the sweetest thing that he had ever heard.

The wistful look in Bill's eye must had sparked thoughts of how much Bill had really betrayed Ford. Because Ford's next words were said with such venom behind them.

"But that was the past! It doesn't mean anything now." Ford insisted.

Of course Ford had to add that. As hollow as it felt after all he had just said.

"Oh, but it does to me." Bill said.

Bill's grip grew tighter as sharp claws grew from his fingers. Ford tried not to yelp as the claws dug into skin. Ford was bleeding from those claw tip wounds. Bill idly thought about tasting that blood, licking it off his claws. But first, he had a point to make.

"This could go on and on you know? I could drug all your food and drink, order you to eat it even though you know full well that the drugs are in there. You wouldn't ever be able to fight me ever again." Bill continued.

Ford's back and shoulders grew stiff at those words.

"Not on staying here with me. And certainly not on any activities that I've been wanting to do with you for so long."

Bill's words had dark promises behind them. He finally let go of Ford's chin, long enough to make his eye a mouth again, licking the blood off his claws as he had thought about. Ford made a expression of disgust.

This time when Bill floated closer, Ford made a attempt to push Bill away. The action made Bill's eye narrow just a bit. The song bird wine did not last that long it seemed. Not nearly as long as Bill would had liked. As it was now, Ford was not strong enough to break the control fully but getting close.

This particular fun was soon to end.

Bill could easily just make Ford drink more of the drink, that wonderful cocktail. Maybe even up the amount of the Bird Song wine that went into the mix. If he was going to go down that road he would have to start having a large amount of the stuff made. That would take time.

That was okay. Bill could still have so much fun with Ford. He had Ford where he wanted him. And if time still existed, he would have all the time in the world.

[thelunarfairy]

Let me tell you a story

A story about two boys who had a wish.

The Liberty.

Does it seem cliché to you? What would you give for her? for freedom? Maybe it doesn't matter so much now, freedom is only valuable when you don't have it.

Isn't that what they say?

The older boy wanted wings to fly as high as he could, so he could reach the brightest point in the night sky, the moon, but he was stuck on Earth.

The youngest wanted to give his older brother wings so he could fly, even if he couldn't follow him. It didn't matter, he just wanted to see him fly through the sky, he wanted to see him smile as he felt the wind ruffle his hair, as he passed through the clouds, he hoped that he would bring the stars, and he would hear each of the stories of the adventures that he had going to heaven.

The love of being happy just to listen, just to see that smile while talking about the adventures. Seeing those golden eyes shine as bright as a star.

It was genuine. Brotherly love so strong but so misunderstood. The way Tsukasa tries so hard to please him, the way he sometimes takes the place of an older brother trying to protect Amane from such a tragic future.

Or the absence of that future.

An admiration so intense that he can't control it, the way he looks at Amane, like a kind of treasure, not a possession, but something unique and irreplaceable to the point that it's unbearable to imagine himself away from him.

But even though he spent all that time imagining what their life together would be like, he had to choose.

"My wish or his?"

You already know the answer.

He chose to give Amane wings, but in exchange for that he was chained and locked in a cage. The little bird can no longer fly, its wings were cut off before it realized it had them. He no longer had the energy to sing.

He could no longer watch his brother fly, so he imagined, tirelessly.

The love of admiration, the way Tsukasa sees him, almost like a waking charm, the intensity of the love hidden inside his chest, all the words he wanted to say but didn't say, and most of all, all the words he wanted to hear , but did not listen.

The love of a brother, the love of admiration, the love of… what kind of love would he have more?

An intensely… forbidden love? What do those flushed cheeks whisper to us when we look at them? A boy who always blushes when he sees or mentions the brother he loves so much. Which other person have you seen Tsukasa blush with?

His eyes shine when he talks about Amane's great future, he talks about growing up, about reaching the stars, but not talking about family, wouldn't Amane have a family in the future?

Innocent love that intertwines with a mysteriously dangerous love. When the boy becomes Amane's yorishiro in the future, because he is so important to him in the same way…

Amane will have the chance to make a wish come true, but to do so he will have to devour Tsukasa. Maybe he would start with the cheek, little by little down the neck, Tsukasa's body would be free for him to do what was necessary.

Tsukasa is looking forward to it.

What love is that?

Amane's obsessive love, he decided, Tsukasa will not go anywhere, he was the reason that trapped Tsukasa in that red house, and when he returned, perhaps he became paranoid and insecure, "he won't be able to disappear again if I arrest him"

Tsukasa is always the one who offers too much, when Hanako in one of the AUS drinks almost all of his blood, to tie him to himself.

How selfish, there is no power of choice for Tsukasa. There never was. What kind of love did Amane feel for him? The same as Nene's? He trapped Nene in a fantasy world because HE decided it would be best for her.

He killed Tsukasa because he perhaps believed it was best for his younger brother, he didn't allow Nene to give up her own life because HE decided he didn't want her to do that.

There is no middle ground.

Tsukasa always did everything for him, and much more than he could, but Amane decided that he wouldn't leave. If Tsukasa died, he would die with him, and if Amane returned, Tsukasa would return with him.

There is no middle ground.

The story of two brothers who had opposing desires, one who wanted his brother to gain wings and fly away, even without him, and the other who cut off his own wings to cling to his younger brother, because he wanted to be with him.

Opposite and willing.

Willing to make sacrifices for each other, opposed because they love each other so much but at the same time they can't stand each other, because they don't know how to respect each other, because they have no idea how to communicate.

A brother who cuts his wings and another who gives them to him.

Tsukasa wanted to give Amane the chance to reach the stars, and Amane gave up on them… because reaching the stars means losing Tsukasa.

The younger brother gave him the fulfillment of a wish, and the older brother gave up this fulfillment because his greatest wish was not the moon

it was being by his side.

[birdmitosis]

💔 for the chapter 3 princesses?

💔 An angsty headcanon

Like Tower before Her, Apotheosis cannot really emotionally connect to individual people, but while Tower would be unhappy and lonely if She never had people around Her at all, Apotheosis has trouble with that. Individuals are just so small, even if they wanted to get near Her. The Protagonist would be the only one who could ease that for Her; without him, Apotheosis really is a supremely lonely god.

Den can still hear the cabin and the basement -- Her cage, Her pit -- talks to Her. It's why She's starving, malnourished. It tells Her that She deserves it after what She did.

Eye of the Needle, if Adversary progresses to that point, is far less capable of being able to readjust to a more normal life. She has gotten to a point where She constantly feels unsatisfied by never having the fight She was denied. She might not be forever doomed to that, but She may fall into the trap of eternally searching for it.

Fury's rage is stoked by a severe self-loathing. She hates what She has become and hates the Protagonist for turning Her into it. Without the Protagonist around, that rage is still there, but Her self-loathing eats at Her more. She is less than what She was, She thinks, and She can never get it back. She was denied that. She takes this to mean She can never be better, so She embraces being worse even though She doesn't want to. (As a less angsty headcanon, this makes me think She might get along with Witch/Thorn/that version of Wild.)

Burned Grey remembers trying so hard to accept the Protagonist destroying what few small desires She had: to leave the cabin with him, and to not die. She tried to accept his decision, even with tears in Her eyes, but now She accepts Her desires fully even if they hurt both Her and him. She would, I think, be the vessel most upset about never being allowed Her wish in the end if not for the full understanding that seems to come with reuniting with the Shifting Mound.

Drowned Grey cannot emote and cannot quite access Her own emotions in Her death. Unlike the Burned Grey, where the dry heat that consumes the entire Construct is an expression of Her desire to burn it all down and destroy it all -- which She fully feels and is aware of -- the constant rain in the Drowned Grey's route is Her sorrow fully externalized. She can't cry and She can't even quite feel like She wants to cry anymore, but the Construct itself weeps. She thinks that drowning the Protagonist is making him feel how She choked on Her own blood... It isn't, but She does want him to feel and understand Her: the emotions She can no longer access, She needs him to be fully faced with Her sorrow at being betrayed, at not being trusted, at not being understood.

Moment of Clarity is as broken down as the Protagonist and any of his voices. They are not the only ones who have done all of this over and over and over and over and over again, after all. And they have all exhausted every other option before finally freeing Her solely because they can no longer avoid it. They can no longer do anything else. The tender moment She shares with the Protagonist is almost despite Herself... He is finally, finally letting Her out and it almost looks like he made the choice to do so. She can almost pretend he made the choice to do so. But he tried so hard to put it off until choices just didn't exist for either of them anymore, didn't he?

Thorn still has so much Witch in Her. This isn't the headcanon; it's obvious if you choose literally any of the options other than finally freeing Her. My headcanon is that if She would, of course, sometimes continue to backslide into being more like Witch in negative situations. And She would hate it. There'd be a lot of uncertainty in Her still if She could actually be better, if She wasn't still the worst.

Networked Wild, if She could actually escape like that -- even with the Protagonist and the voices -- would still always feel incomplete and too afraid to ever risk looking at and facing what She'd done, what they had done, and what it might mean for all of them. They would probably always be doomed to fall apart at some point.

Wounded Wild feels incomplete, even if She will always feel grateful for the kindness, empathy, and companionship She receives "despite" being incomplete. Maybe She can work past that eventually, but it will take her a long time, and also a long time to really feel okay facing who and what She had been and done. (Again, a slightly less angsty headcanon, but I think this means Wounded Wild-from-Beast would get along well with Thorn.)

Wraith wants so, so badly to be able to heal Her relationship with the Protagonist and to forgive him and the voices. She wants it so badly She can't let herself realize it. The one moment She allows herself to is when, if they toss themselves and Her into the abyss, She asks "WHY DO YOU HATE ME?" Her laughter that follows is at Herself for Her folly.

SPECIAL CASES:

Arms Race/No Way Out doesn't know how to be anything other than a weapon, doesn't know how to do anything other than hurt the Protagonist. Doesn't know how to want anything else. She is joy in Her purpose, but She is nothing outside of it. She likes him, yes, but She doesn't know what to do with it. She is -- ironically, given the name of the alternate Chapter IV -- empty, maybe even more so than the Deconstructed Damsel.

Mutually Assured Destruction/Empty Cup panics because She does not know how to be anything other than what She is. If She steps out into the unknown -- if She changes -- what is She? Is She nothing if She is not the one who hurts the Protagonist? All She can do when Her armor and sharp edges crumple and strip away is to put Her heart in his hand and trust that he will be able to lead Her to what comes next.

Stranger doesn't have a Chapter III at all, but so They aren't left out entirely: what happened shook Them all up really badly at first. It wasn't just Harsh, Neutral, and Soft all pleading with the Protagonist at the end of their chapter, but Emo and even Monster as well.