#I’m so obsessed with this idea I love it

[the-girl-from-another-place]

Me starting malevolent s4- “seems like this season is going to be more of a lighter romp, maybe the boys will get chased around nyc by the butcher and get into silly shenanigans! This will be a welcome change after the angst in s3 :)

Part 31:

[slytherinboysappreciation]

Hm okay, what abt a guy that just intimidates Tom Riddle (and he got no idea why, prob bc he has a crush on him but Tom just refuses to acknowledge it). Like, Tom would be all flustered and stuttering when he's around, Tom was smitten yall 😋🤭

Flustered - T. R. x male!reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! 💛 I did my best to write it and I hope it fits what you were wanting. Fic is completely unedited with no use of Y/N. I think I tagged everything, but let me know if I missed something! 💛

CW: probably ooc Tom; Tom being a flustered boy; talk of humiliation/embarrassment; Reader plays quidditch; Tom is a bit of a stalker in this; obsession; flirting; teasing; Tom does not understand his feelings; awkward fluff

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Tom Riddle is Head Boy. The best of the best. Top of all his classes. The perfect prince of Slytherin. Unafraid and unfazed by anyone and everyone.

Except…

You.

He cannot stand you.

Not that he hated you, but that he literally can’t stand when you’re around.

His knees go all weak. His breathing catches in his throat. His face gets all hot. And worst of all, he stutters and trips over his words.

It’s horrible. A taint upon his perfect reputation.

Tom Riddle is weak around you.

And he can’t figure out why.

It starts with Herbology class in fifth year.

Tom is working with some particularly stubborn Chinese Chomping Cabbages when one of them gets loose. It lunges at Tom, biting and snapping.

And then…

It stops in midair. Still growling and chomping away.

But now it’s held firmly within your strong grasp. One hand, tightly gripping the back of the cabbage. Like it’s a Quaffle, instead of a deadly chomping plant.

You look at Tom. Offer him a warm smile. “Brutal things, huh? Gotta be a bit more careful, Riddle.”

Tom opens his mouth. Prepares to speak, probably to say something smooth and bitingly witty.

All that comes out it is a squeaky, “Thanks.”

It is mortifying. Humiliating. And Tom can feel his cheeks heating as you hand him back the cabbage. Your fingers brush, and it’s like a spark of electrifying feeling.

Unlike anything Tom has ever felt before.

Tom is a bit obsessed, though he’d never admit it.

Within two weeks of your first interaction, he’d tripped over himself twice, stuttered over his words four times, and messed up his Herbology projects several times.

He couldn’t figure it out. You were just you. An unnoticeable guy with a love for quidditch and a caring attitude. There was nothing impressive or particularly special about you at all.

And yet, he finds himself following you around.

In just small, unobtrusive ways at first. He starts watching you in class more. Starts memorizing your specific routes to and from classes. Even goes so far as to attend one of your quidditch practices.

You, of course, notice him in the stands. After practice is over, you fly over to him, giving him a cheery grin. “Hey, Riddle. Fancy seeing you here.”

Tom’s face immediately gets hot. He hadn’t meant for you to see him, and especially not for you to come talk to him. “Hi…”

He can’t get out more than that. His tongue feels thick in his mouth, his palms suddenly sweaty.

Why were you doing this to him?

“So,” you lean on your broom, giving him a playful look. “What’re you here for? Suddenly feeling the quidditch spirit?”

“N-No…” Tom gazes at you, unable to look away for some reason. There’s a bead of sweat rolling down your forehead. It’s immeasurably fascinating. “I’m here for you.”

And suddenly there’s nothing less interesting than your face. Tom feels hot. Utterly embarrassed. Why would such a thing even dare to leave his mouth?

You seem just as surprised, almost falling over as you lean against your broom. “You—“

You recover quickly, rubbing the back of your neck as you offer him a shy grin. “You came here to watch me?”

“I—“ He feels paralyzed, mind frozen. “Yes.”

A strange warmth blooms in his chest as he watches a faint pink creep into your cheeks. It makes him feel gooey, like the fresh cookies the house elves make.

“I— I have to go,” he stammers, his own face hot.

“Wait—“ you call out, but Tom is already stumbling down out of the stands.

As soon as he gets inside the castle, he’s leaning against a wall, burying his face in his hands. Of all the things to say…

The interaction had been terrible. A mess of embarrassment and weird warm feelings.

He vows to never let it happen again.

It only gets worse after that.

By the start of sixth year, Tom’s curse is well known among even his followers. Most are unimpressed or uncaring. A few dare to comment on it.

It’s Abraxas Malfoy who clues Tom into what’s going on, all with a dumb comment.

They’re in the library, searching through a book on dark magic when you walk up.

“Hey, Riddle.”

Tom’s head immediately snaps up, his palms already starting to sweat. “Hello.”

You smile at him and lean against the study table he’s at. “Busy studying?”

“I— yes. We’re looking for—“ Your smile widens and Tom loses his train of thought. “For…”

Abraxas, watching Tom with narrowed eyes, clears his throat. Tom snaps out of his daze with a burst of heat in his cheeks.

“It doesn’t matter,” he says hastily, the words spilling out of his mouth. “You wouldn’t be interested in it.”

You tilt your head, giving him an unusual look. “Try me. I might be more interested than you think.”

Tom’s face heats even more. Why…? There’s a hint to your voice, a glimpse of a meaning beyond your words. Something that makes his heart beat faster.

“It’s— It’s just magic,” he stammers, gazing up at you. You look back at him for a long moment.

Finally, you nod. “Alright. I get it.” You sound almost… disappointed. “Just magic.”

Abraxas pinches the bridge of his nose. Tom flounders, unsure what to say. What had he done wrong?

“You can join us! If— If you want…!” The words tumble from his lips, a stuttery mess.

You tilt your head. Give him a look. Tom wilts a bit. He’s never felt so helpless before.

But then you offer him a small smile, and his heart leaps in his chest.

“I have quidditch practice in a few minutes,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck. “So maybe next time. But thanks for the offer.”

You give him a little wink, and Tom’s face gets hot all over again. “Y-You’re welcome!”

He watches you leave, unable to look away until you’ve disappeared around a bookshelf.

There’s a long moment of silence. Then Abraxas clears his throat. “I thought the rumors were exaggerated about your little crush, but you really are just as madly in love with him as they claim.”

Tom blinks. He stares at him. “What?”

Abraxas raises an eyebrow. “What? It’s painfully obvious.”

“I’m… I’m not in love,” Tom scoffs. But there’s a sinking feeling in his chest. Was he…?

Of course not. There was no way. And yet…

It would explain the weak knees. The red faces. The stuttered words. His odd fascination with you.

All of it, possibly explained by a simple crush.

“I’m not in love,” Tom repeats firmly. “He’s just… interesting.”

Abraxas gives him a dubious look, but doesn’t say anything. He just shrugs and goes back to looking at the book they’d been reading.

Tom stares down at the pages of the book, but the words don’t make any sense to him. His mind’s a mess, bringing up every instance of weakness around you to try and disprove Abraxas’ words.

He can’t be in love. He’s untouchable. Perfect. Without weakness.

But the more his mind thinks, the more he has to admit. Something is going on with him around you.

And he’d determined to figure out what.

[nicksbestie]

Touch Starved - N. Sturniolo

(headcanons!)

Summary : nick not being used to having access to such loving touch, but not being able to stay away from it <3

Warnings : none!

Pairing : Nick Sturniolo/Male!Reader (romantic)

A/N : i love this idea <3 discussed with @nickgetsmewetter

~ he denies wanting a hug when you first asks him, but seconds later he's changing his mind and pulling you close

~ he's the littlest spoon, feeling safe wrapped up in someone else's arms

~ he begs for you not to get up and leave in the mornings, even when you have to work

~ he becomes the reason that they're late to filming if they have recording to do in the morning because he refuses to get out of your arms

~ he's obsessed with the way that you gently rub his back, short nails softly running up and down, to the point that he never sleeps with a shirt on anymore

~ he never knew that he loved having his hair played with until you were gently running your hands through it one night, and now he asks for it to fall asleep every night

~ he doesn't sleep well unless he's in your arms, regardless of where he is. he could take a nap in the car and as long as you're there with him, it's the best sleep he's ever had

~ he is always holding your hand, regardless of where you two are

~ he's always sitting next to you, legs touching if he can't be any closer

~ he always plays with your rings, spinning them around your fingers, tangling his fingers with yours

~ he loves when you gently trace his tattoos with your fingers

~ soft massages between the both of you, each one of you loving the way the other's hands can perfectly massage the knots of tension away

~ he leans on your shoulders when he gets so tired that he has to be helped to bed

~ deep kisses, always. not even because you want it to go further, simply because he can't get enough of feeling your skin against his

~ eye contact from across rooms, or even when you're filming, and you can see how desperate he is to be touching you in some way

~ he blushes so hard every time you hold his face in your hands, which is always accompanied by telling him just how beautiful he is

~ when you read a book he reads it too, because he's resting his head on your shoulder

~ he loves when you lay your head on him and tell him all about your day

~ when you're cuddling, you always leave soft kisses on his shoulders and he loves them so much more than he'll ever admit

~ if he wakes up and you're not in bed, he'll come find you and bring you back to sleep because he needs to be held now that he's used to the feeling

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[yourneedylilpup]

ugggg i need more things on cum play(?). just the idea of someone absolutely obsessed with me sneaking their cum into everyday things of mine😵‍💫

make me cover myself in your cum by putting it in my lotion, sure it might smell a little funny but the textures the same so i’m sure it’s fine. or in my conditioner, make me wonder my hairs a little crusty, but it’s nothing some oil won’t be able to fix

make me swallow your cum by gradually working more and more cum into my diet. start with some cookies that have a little bit in the batter, then add some to my salad dressing, it’s supposed to taste like that right? then start adding it to my morning coffees, then in my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. keep adding more and more of your cum until my favourite thing to eat is your cum, i’ll love it so much that when i have to eat food not prepared by you ( covered you cum) i throw a fit and say that no one’s cooking is better than yours even if it’s got a taste that i can’t quite place.

surround me in your cum by covering my pillows in it. make your sell you whenever i’m comfy or sleepy until i can’t live without your cum.

ugg just get me addicted to cum without even knowing it.

[ducktracy]

Does it ever feel pressuring (no pun intended) to work on a show with such a legacy and history as SpongeBob?

VERY much so, but in a good way, if such a thing exists! one of our mantras on our little storyboard plussing team is “pressure makes diamonds” and it is a very applicable saying

when i first started, i was TEEEEERRRIFIED! i really felt like i had no idea what i was doing, and there have been so many times where i’ve turned in a section and genuinely thought “oh my god they’re gonna fire me for this it’s so bad.” working in animation is frazzling enough! but not only are we working on a cultural mecca, with not only the kids of today to entertain, impress and inspire, but to maintain the integrity of the series and entertain/impress/inspire the kids like us who grew up with the show, we are also working with literal animation legends and animation veterans!! it’s pretty surreal to be working on the same show as someone like Bob Camp, who’s been in the industry for 40+ years… and even more surreal when he says he’s a big fan of your work 😵‍💫‼️‼️‼️‼️

THANKFULLY, i’ve made a lot of strides in curbing some of my storyboarding stage fright. it used to be really bad when i started, like genuinely panic attack inducing! the constant patience and guidance and encouragement of my peers and consistent practice from these past three years have really allowed me to grow and blossom. now, when i feel a bit claustrophobic in remembering the pure scale of what we’re doing, i weaponize it for good!!

i think of how inspired and amazed and obsessed with SpongeBob i was as a kid. how it inspired me to draw, how i remember drawing along to episodes and commercial breaks. my brother and his wife are both elementary school teachers and routinely update me about how their kids are still crazy for SB (and they both brag about me to their kids heheh). i think of all the kids watching, all the kids realizing that getting to draw these characters and interact with them and live in their world is something you indeed can do, all the kids who religiously catch each new episode like i once did… it just fills me with so much confidence and hope and love, and that motivates me to deliver and do my best and try to do what i can to help make each episode be better and more fun than the last

SpongeBob is for everyone, obviously! that’s one of the great things i love about working on it: i get just as much enjoyment watching our finished episodes as our target audience. but i do bring up the kids particularly often because, at the end of the day, that is who we are doing it for and i also just can’t help but think back to how my SpongeBob obsessed self as a kid would have had her world rocked to know i’m doing what i’m doing. i want to give those kids, who i used to be and still essentially am, the same joy and spark and all consuming inspiration i felt and still do

there are definitely some days where the gravity of what we’re doing hits harder than others! some days are a lot more difficult than others. this is an absolute dream job, i’m not just saying that, i always fantasized about maybe one day being able to work my way up to working on SpongeBob and now it’s my first animation job—but it is very easy to get overwhelmed by just how big of a legacy we’re carrying on our shoulders! how many other mega talented people work on this show! there’s a lot to juggle. but we juggle it well. there is so much love and heart and care poured into this show. we do everything we can to maintain the integrity of the characters and the show’s core, and it just makes me love what i do all the more and makes me more determined to do it

TLDR: YES! but i’m much better off for it, because it reminds me of why we’re working so hard to begin with. we all want this show to be the best it can—to maintain its core 25 years later, but still have fun doing it. i mentioned this on Twitter, but when i met Bill Fagerbakke last month he was saying how cool it is that fans who grew up with the show are now able to work on it and i couldn’t agree more. it’s the greatest honor imaginable being able to carry such a monumental torch, and i hope i’m able to keep at it for a long, long time.

[floof-bunz]

RAHHHHHH

LUCIFER AS HOWL FROM HOWLS MOVING CASTLEEEE

I’m a little obsessed. I love the crossover idea, he’s so pretty. And imagining him having a meltdown over his hair LMAO. This is inspired by a tiktok I saw ages ago, don’t remember who it was but I absolutely had to draw him.

[gutterfuuck]

i’m a literal whoreeee for your somno bff! mark shit. i would love some more of that if you ever get the chance!

-🎀

this is my chance, and i have gotten it!! side note: i have not thought for long on this, but i think that bff!mark would probably have braces… i don’t know, i was sitting and thinking. i do not include this headcanon here!! maybe i will incorporate that idea in future works! let me know!

cw: mdni, somno, this is just smut wow shocker, bff!mark (see other posts), this is a dark content blog! block if you are feeling uncomfortable!! i love lowk creepy highkey obsessed bff!mark…

snow white.

that’s all he could think as the moonlight illuminated your body, sleeping figure laying so peacefully on top of the covers like you were laying in a glass sarcophagus. he listened to the steady sound of your breathing, occasionally interrupted by little murmrs and gasps, shifting your thigh over your other leg in your sleep. he did this often, stayed awake longer than you when you came over to stay at his house. most times he’d just watch you as you slept, sometimes he’d slowly pull your pajama pants down to your knees and ever so carefully lift your shirt over your chest so he could fully take you in. you looked so beautiful like this, there was just something about how serene and peaceful you were when you slept.

he wanted to violate you.

you were tempting him, your soft breaths turned into low mewls as you shifted again before giving a heavy sigh, falling back into motionlessness. mark held himself above you, slowly placing his hands next to either side of your head, his knees separated as if to cage you in. he was. mark could hear his heart pulsing in his ears, could feel how his face went hot, how his dick started to throb in his boxers. he wondered what you’d do if you woke up, if you’d be scared, if you’d try to push him away… he hated how his cock twitched at the thought, he’d never want to hurt you. ever. mark’s fingers fiddled with the hem of your pants, tugging them down, down… just so he could see your bare cunt glistening, wet with your arousal. he had to bite back a moan. you’d been dreaming about something inappropriate. your wetness stuck to your pajamas, almost driving your best friend off the edge.

he’d done this before, more times than he could count on one hand but this was different. it was like you were expecting him to do this, like you wanted him to. you’d gotten wet for him before when he had slid his hand into your panties after you’d shared a night out together, holding you in his arms as he played with your clit, watching your body twitch when he circled it for too long. mark came in his pants that night, sucking your slick off of his fingers… this night was different, he hadn’t even touched you yet and you were already like this. just for him, he thought. all for him.

“you’ve been waiting, huh?” he asked softly, voice barely a whisper. he pressed his thumb between your folds, mind hazy as he searched for that little nub, flicking it with his digit when he felt it. “dreaming about me..?” he felt so selfish, so shameful. he pushed his thoughts away, they’d only make him feel worse. the constant echoing of his conscious telling him no, that this was wrong made him want to defile you even more. he straddled your legs, sitting up on his knees so he could move his hands more freely without having to lean on his other hand for balance above you. “i hope you’re dreaming of me..” he palmed himself through his clothes, he wanted to fuck you. he lifted up your shirt, pushing it up to your chin so he could grope your breasts, nipples poking at his palms. you made a sound and mark flinched, ready to roll over and pretend that he was asleep. he calmed himself when you took in a deep breath, still sleeping. still his.

mark’s cock bounced free, hard and leaking all for you. a part of him felt upset that you weren’t awake to see him, to see how much he needed you and wanted you, how badly he wanted to be yours. “m’sorry, you got me all worked up..” he sighed, leaning down to kiss you on your nose, your collar bone, your stomach… all the way down until he was face to face with your pussy, being careful not to tickle your inner thighs with his hair. he couldn’t have you waking up now. not yet, he hadn’t even started yet. he spread you open with his thumbs, eyes catching the way your clit twitched at him. his dick rested on the cool bedsheet, his hips grinding softly as to not make the bed creak, lips attacking your slick slit messily, hungrily. “don’t know how much i need this…” he hummed, tongue sliding up from your opening back to your clit, retreating into his mouth to savour you. this was fucked up, he knew it. you’d never think of doing this to him, never in a million years.

“mm, taste so good… smell so good..” he spoke as he licked you up, your thighs tensing. he sucked on your clit greedily before moving his mouth again, making out with your cunt while you slept soundly, safely. his hand wrapped around his cock, working it up and down, “n-nhg.. y/n..-“ your name felt like a prayer, golden. it rolled off his tongue perfectly, like your name belonged in his mouth. he couldn’t get enough, sucking and lapping at your juices as soon as they dribbled out, hand fondling one of your boobs. he could cum just like this, he was pretty sure he’d be able to cum from your scent alone. mark had to stop himself, unenthusiastically parting from your pretty pussy lips, licking the sides of his mouth like he had finished a meal.

mark pressed his lips against yours, tongue slivering into your mouth to meet yours. he liked kissing you, it was like you tried kissing back. your tongue would move timidly, his desperate and with purpose, hips stuttering when his tip rubbed against your tummy. you hadn’t woken up yet, hadn’t rolled in a certain way to let him know that it was time to stop before you woke up and caught him. “we’re gonna… we’re gonna do this together one day…” he huffed, trying to keep his voice low and hushed. he moved forward, crawling up the bed until your face was flush with his shaft. he rubbed the tip against your cheek, leaving a shiny line of pre on your skin. “so pretty, so, so pretty…” he trailed off, mumbling nonsense to himself about how he couldn’t help it, you were just so… tempting. in your sleep, your mouth opened with a deep sigh. you temptress. that was it, his breaking point.

all resolve flew out of the window, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down until he could see your teeth. mark had to pause, had to stop. he needed to stop, he couldn’t just lose it. but you were begging him to feel your mouth, why else would you open your mouth like that just as he was rubbing his cockhead on your cheek? obviously, you had no control over what you did in your sleep but mark thought otherwise, believed otherwise. “you’re so good to me..” he praised, leaky head resting right on your open lips. “j-just half, know you can take half…” his cock started to push past, hissing when he felt the tip of your tongue on his frenulum, involuntarily bucking his hips. he had to be careful, couldn’t risk waking you up out of your slumber. he was too far gone now, couldn’t explain this away if you did open your eyes.

“wan’ so bad… y/n, please…” and just like that, your mouth opened more, like you had heard him. you hadn’t, those were your reflexes. mark’s head tilted back, dick holding your sleepy jaw open as he started moving, slow and steady. “throat.. mh, i wanna fuck it…” he babbled, pulling his hips back and watching as his cock slid out of your wet mouth, slapping it against your forehead a few times. he really should stop, you were starting to move around. with the moment still raw in his mind, mark placed a hand on your rib, settling to jerk off onto your stomach. he cursed himself for not acting earlier, he could’ve been able to paint your face if he had. he pumped his cock urgently, small “ah-ah-ah”’s increasing in volume as he approached his orgasm, red hot pleasure coursing up his spine and making him almost choke on his moan, biting his lip hard so he didn’t make a sound, white ropes shooting out onto your stomach, pooling at your belly button. the sight of you, the way you just scrunched up your nose and relaxed again, it was enough to keep him hard and straining, even if he had just squirted pearly white all over your body.

post nut clarity hit him hard, disgust crawled into him, pinching his nose bridge in between his fingers with a shaky sigh, giving himself a second to regroup his thoughts. mark grabbed one of his shirts from the neat pile on his desk, using it to clean up the mess he had made on you. he’d cum so much that a droplet had found its way to your chin, quickly swiping it away with the cotton of his shirt. he pulled your pants up tidily before working to wipe away his cum from your skin, not noticing how your head craned to look over at him.

“…mark..?” he stopped dead in his tracks, turning his head to look at you slowly in the dark. suddenly he felt like a scumbag, dirty, like he needed to take a shower to clean himself from himself. your shirt was still pulled up, you were still exposed. “wh-what’re you doing…?” you questioned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you waited for a response. your eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dark yet, you couldn’t see mark’s guilty expression. he had to think, fast.

“you- you were moving around.. looked like you were having a nightmare.” good. now he just needed to explain away your shirt and the fact that he was wiping you clean of something. “i went.. i got you a glass of water— uh, milk, thought it’d help if you woke up… i’m sorry, i spilled it, i-i know what this looks like..- i swear i-“ you cut him off, shaking your head at him. “you’ve always been so clumsy, marks.” you yawned, sitting up in his bed, letting your shirt fall over your naked chest as if nothing had happened. we was your best friend after all, there was nothing to hide from him. close call. very, very close call. “i believe you, i don’t know why you get so worked up.” you placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly for a second. he gave a nervous laugh, he was terrible. you were so nice, so sweet… how could you accuse your best friend of something like that anyway?

he felt awful. he wanted to apologise, wanted to get on his knees and beg you to forgive him for defiling your body like that, tainting you without your knowledge or suspicion. he didn’t know why he felt so horrible, this happened all the time. rinse and repeat, he’d be back to it eventually. “sorry.” he offered, scratching the back of his neck idly to which you smiled, playfully landing a punch on his bicep, “it’s fine, dude. it’s not like you’re a creep or anything.” oh, that burned him in his chest. it swelled up, eating away at him… until he bubbled with pride. he could really get away with anything when he was with you.

“i wanted it, though.”

you spoke, making mark’s blood run cold. had you been awake? he was going to defend himself, going to apologise for lying and not telling you the truth- “my drink, you said you bought me up a drink. my throat’s dry.” saved again. he was so lucky. mark stood up from his bed, legs shaky and hands trembling. he had gotten away with it again. close call, again. you watched as he left the room, turning on the desk light before he walked downstairs, giving you a little bit of light.

as mark stepped around in the kitchen with your drink, he thought to himself, “how many close calls until she realises?” it echoed in his brain, he knew the day would come.

you placed your hand on your stomach, sly smile plastered on your face as you felt something drip down from your sternum. next time, he should really turn on the light before leaving you alone to observe his remaining mess. you swiped it up with your thumb, licking it off of the pad of your digit.

mark grayson tasted really good.

[barbwritesstuff]

I also love Chris and I would give my left kidney (or my right, whichever you prefer) if they got to be a full fledged RO. I’m just a sucker for exs who still clearly love each other and are able to overcome their issues, and there’s not a ton of ifs with a character like that.

I think it also helps that they’re the one with the most history with MC. They’ve known them long before they turned, and they’re the one RO with no connections to the supernatural world. In fact, every step you take towards rekindling things with Chris actually prevents you from experiencing the supernatural world, which I think is really interesting.

It’s like the relationship with Chris itself is a metaphor for Thicker Than in general. It’s using the past as a source of comfort and strength while you head towards a scary and unstable future.

I try to make all the ROs intersect with the main themes of the story in some way.

Chris, being the only one that knew MC when MC was alive, is very focused on the themes of humanity lost (and the pieces of it that remain). Their route also talks about lies, mistakes, and regret which I think is also 'on brand' for vampires.

Marcel is all about the masks the vampires lords wear. He plays the part of the shadowy vampire lord, but is actually softer and kinder than he appears. He kind of highlights how vampire society makes even the good vampires monsters.

Minjo is a bit of an oddball here. Her themes are less obvious. Ultimately, her themes might end up being that you can't always get your perfect 'happily ever after'. Perhaps, for vampires, it can only ever be fleeting moments of light in an eternity of darkness.

Freya's kindness and empathy is meant to highlight how needlessly brutal and cruel vampires and vampiric society can be. She's a witch, she has no reason to trust you, and yet she does, despite knowing exactly what you are. Her empathy towards ghosts, hunters, and other monsters is meant to highlight that all the paranormals are sort of outcasts in their own ways, and not as different as they might seem to each other.

Nathan is very focused on the horror of vampires from the perspective of humanity. He's seen the worst vampires can be and has turned himself into a weapon against the undead. But, in doing so, he's sort of killed himself too. He has no life outside that of the hunt. Being with him is both him and the MC deciding to live again, in their own ways.

Iliya, in contrast, is someone who enjoys being a vampire. Spending time with him, you see all the little ways being undead can be unique and special. He reads books, has affairs, carves his name into rocks underwater. But, in the end, even he isn't free.

On that note. Tracy's story is much more focused on how little freedom vampires really have within their own society. She had no choice, both in her life, and her death. Making you a vampire lord is her first real steps towards freedom, and it's incredibly dangerous for her.

Ravima route is sort of half finished right now, so is a little hard to talk about. Like Iliya, they find beauty in being dead, but unlike Iliya, their story focuses more on how those obsessions can destroy vampires as surely as the sun.

Erin isn't in the game yet but the idea I'm planning on exploring with her is how vampires humanity erodes. She was once a better person than she is now... and she knows it.

Of course, I'm an imperfect writer, so how well I can get those themes across in the final product remains to be seen. But that's the rough idea for all of the ROs. 😅

[misc-obeyme]

Hiiiiii, yandere veteran here! :'DD

I saw your post about yandere and stuff, so i thought i could explain a few things! Firstly, there are different types of yandere out there! Clingy submissive type, sadistic yandere, the subtle manipulator yandere, possessive, obsessive, Yangire, Yeredere, Delusional, Intelligenct, quiet etc.

You can even combine two archetypes together, for example, Tsunyandere (Tsundere + Yandere) and kuuyandere (Kuudere + Yandere). There's even a slight difference between female and male yandere! Male tend to be more violent and possessive meanwhile Female yandere tend to be more passionate and submissive.

Generally speaking, the term "Yandere" associate with someone who is so into you and possessive that they would go to great lengths to monopolize you. Yanderes start sweet and overly affectionate, and then they get possessive and possibly violent. A classical yandere goes after the people surrounding their target first and tries to separate the love interest/target from everyone else. If that means locking them in a cage, so be it. Doesn't necessarily have to be bloody and/or gore. Again, it depends on the yandere type!

This is gonna be a little personal, but for me, I like yanderes a lot because I like the idea of someone loving me so much they'd do anything for me. I fell in love with the idea that someone loves you so much, they're willing to do insane, socially unacceptable things for your love. Of course, this doesn't supply to real life.

Anyway, moving on to Belphegor, i would say he's more of a "mild yandere" and possibly leaning more towards the "Nonviolent/Manipulative yandere" those types of yandere never bring direct harm to someone, and never will directly kill someone themselves, but will manipulate others to achieve their goals. It's the psychological and emotional manipulation that makes it so interesting. And seeing how much of a brat he can be, i would say that fits him the best.

Fun fact: There's an old devilgram story, i forgot the name, where belphegor poisoned Satan bc he was flirting with mc, lol.

Moving on to Barbatos, the reason fans suspect him to be a yandere is bc of his character song "Crazy About you," in which he sings the following lines:

"My heart in turmoil

Having you with me makes me want you

I’m crazy about you

I, too, cannot stop this billowing feeling

I wish to please you always

Please leave everything to me

But your poor manner will not be tolerated

Not matter how many times

Let me give you a lecture in calm

I will not hand you to anyone else, oh

I can’t take this

My feelings for you

I’ll make you mine"

"Crazy About you" does give off some yandere vibes, but does that make Barbatos a yandere? I don't think so. Considering all the characters had their "yandere" moments doesn't make them Yandere per say. But Barbatos does seem to be possessive in his song about Mc. Honestly, considering that his sin is greed, that makes quite a lot of sense. If i had to categorise him to a Yandere trope, then he would be the "Intelligenct/quiet yandere." Those types of yandere plan far in advance and fight more with their brains than with their brawn. It's almost similar to the "Manipulative yandere."

He could be absolutely terrifying, a yandere able to manipulate time and space? That's absolutely scary IF he was a yandere.

unironically, the closest thing to a yandere in Obey Me has is Mammon. He's shown that he constantly wants Mc to himself and seeking their attention, even getting in the way of his brothers and constantly reminding everyone that he's Mc first pact demon. In the beginning of the OG, obey me, he even said “I want to be the one who saves you, and if I can’t be, just die already" and remember that ONE NB lesson where he lost control over his Greed and wanted Mc to himself? Yeah, yandere moment definitely.

Anyway, what i'm trying to say is there are different types of yandere, and not everything has to be bloody. Sometimes, yanderes can be subtle with their motives.

Hello there, anon!

Okay see I had a feeling there was more to it than what my basic search of the term had indicated. I have seen some of the other -dere types because someone asked me about that and I had to look it up lol. But my knowledge of the different yandere types is pretty much nonexistent, so thank you for this explanation!

Okay, okay, so I wasn't taking Barb's song into consideration at all. The songs are all fun and there are certainly parts that are informative of character, but generally speaking I don't really think about them in terms of their characterization. (Not that it's bad to do that or anything, that's just a me quirk lol.)

That being said, I think any character can be written as a yandere if that's what the person writing the story wants to do. I would say most characters edge on some of those qualities, which really just boils down to them being a well rounded character.

Especially because Barbatos has this kind of vibe that's he's always holding something back. Not just truths about himself, but his own feelings, too. I think it'd be easy to say that he just doesn't allow himself to act in the way he really wants to.

And in that case, I think the concept of subtle yandere could apply to him. But again, this is all something that I think would need to be explored in fanfiction. I just don't think that in the story itself there's any indication of Barbatos having secret yandere motives. But I don't think it's a stretch to give him some in a fic by any means.

Interesting point about Mammon, though! I think his general tsundere personality probably overshadows those other yandere moments lol. I've never seen anyone refer to him as such, but it sounds like it fits to me! Then again, as I stated, my knowledge of these terms is very limited.

I like what you said about Belphie too - his whole thing is manipulation so that checks out to me!

Anyway, I like when characters have flaws and act jealous or possessive because it makes them feel more real to me. But that means it's only one aspect of who they are, so I don't tend to focus only on those traits when I write about them. But this is just a personal preference and I think that if you like yandere characters, it's perfectly reasonable to make your faves yandere even if they aren't in the source material.

Thank you for this thorough explanation, anon! I'm glad someone who knew more about it was able to add more insight and nuance to the discussion! It sounds to me like we're in agreement that Barbatos has some yandere moments, but in general is not a yandere.

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

final girl | coriolanus snow

pairing: ghostface!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

summary: you've become a target, the final girl of a killer's movie.

warnings: dark content, possessive!coryo, dark!coryo, obsession/obsessive behavior, suggestive themes(if you squint), stalking, murder, blood and gore, coryo being delusional, threats of violence, violence, sort of modern!au, no use of y/n, naive!reader, r is too kind.

It was october, not only that but there was a killer on the loose. You were by yourself, much to your parent’s annoyance. You told them,”I’m 18 Mom. I technically could be on my own. Please, let me be on my own. I’ll be fine. I’ve got friends who can help me. And 911 on the phone.”

Your mother sighed. "The capitol’s safe enough. Fine. But if anything happens-” “Protocol, I know, I know all the rules, You replied. You did. Normally, your parents weren't like this. But there was a killer. A fucking killer. Of course they'd be worried for their only child.

You were also the heir to wealthy parents and known in the capitol. Your parents were. If there would be a target, you might be on that list. Either way, you were going to be as safe as you could be.

. You place yourself on the couch. The staff, which included the maids, were on their day-offs today, which was unfortunate for you. Tonight, would be different, though, you had no idea.

Clemensia, your best friend, texted you.

Home alone?

You replied almost right away.

Yeah. It took convincing, though. My parents are kind of protective.

You knew she was sighing and rolling her eyes at your comment. Clemensia was logical, so were you. The both of you were, but sometimes you could be reckless. Her, too, but not tonight apparently.

For good reason. I mean, there's a killer out there.

You wanted to just watch a movie, something that was a form of entertainment in the Capitol, obviously. You decide a horror movie was too gruesome for a time like this, and were planning to watch a rom-com. A surprise, considering you loved horror movies.

Yeah. I feel too... scared to watch a scary movie. That's how bad this is getting.

That was the truth, you were utterly terrified. Terrified to even watch scary movies, as if it'd become true. You check your phone. Updates in the group chat continue.

Your friend, Coriolanus, was discussing the killer. But also said that everyone should be careful. It was a known fact he liked you, but you were oblivious.

You were always so naïve.

They say he calls his victims before he kills them. I hope that's not true. I mean, what if he gets one of us?

The latest kills were students at the school, Gaius Breen and Androcles Anderson. This was tragic, and they didn't deserve it. They really didn't. And it made you wonder, why?

Why?

Clemensia was texting you and then calls. “Hey Clemmie, You say. “Hey! She replied. She sounded a little better but still, she was probably terrified just like you. "You okay, Clemmie, why did you call? You ask her, naturally. "Clemmie" was a nickname given in your childhood. You had a friend group that all had your own nicknames, including you. "I don't know, I don't think I'd like to be by myself, She admitted.

"That's fair, You agreed."I don't think... Hold on. I'm getting another call. Can I be right back on that?" "Mhm, it's not your fault, Clemensia said.

You end that call, and while the number was not one you'd recognize, sometimes you don't put in numbers on accident, or change the name. It happens. "Hello? You say, kindly. No matter who called, you tried to be as polite as you could be. 

"Hello."

Already, you know this is a stranger. For one thing, the voice isn't one yo recognize, secondly, the number wasn't in your contacts. So it wasn't one you accidentally kept the number on. Unless this was a prank. 

"Sorry I have to ask, who is this?"

"Who is this?"

"I already asked that. What number are you trying to reach?"

"I don't know, what number is this?"

You chuckle. "You called me, shouldn't you know?"

"I guess not."

In your mind, you conclude that this must be a wrong number. It wasn't his fault, so you weren't going to be annoyed by it. They seemed to be confused. "Wrong number, it's not your fault, it happens." You hang it up, and it was eerily similar to the beginning of Scream. You brushed it off, and planned to call Clemensia back, when the number called again.

"Hello?"

"I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number."  

"Oh, then why did you call again?"

"To apologize."

"Well, I forgive you, so-"

"Wait, can we talk?"

You sigh. "I'd love to. But i've got a phone call to do, bye, buddy." You hang up again. You innocently think of this as some joke. So, entertaining the prankster wouldn't be too bad for you. 

However, you needed to call Clemensia back, ASAP. As you were about to tap her name to call, the prankster called again. However, you weren't going to be mad or annoyed, you were that good of a person.

Maybe naïve for your own good, but kind nonetheless. 

"Hello?"

"Why don't you want to talk to me?" 

"Oh, hi, um... I just don't know you at all. Sorry."

"You seem very sweet and understanding."

"I try to be. You never know. What's your name?"

"You tell me your name, and I'll tell you mine."

You place a piece of popcorn in my mouth, my soda beside me by the movie." As much as it'd be nice to make another friend, you'd have to earn that." A while ago, you texted your boyfriend to come over. Where was he? Your parents were gone. This was your chance to finally get intimate tonight. Still, no response. You texted him a couple of times. You frown. Is he cheating on me? You thought.

"What are you eating?"

"Popcorn, You immediately reply. "I'm watching a movie."

"What movie?"

"A rom-com, I can't bring myself to watch a horror movie."

"Rom-coms are cheesy, I think horror movies are incredible."

"Ah, a horror nerd, You joke. "Well, I normally think so, too. But, it's just... whatever."

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

You smile. "I guess I'd say, Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It's interesting."

"A good choice. It's brutal."

You check your phone a couple of times, still on the call, your boyfriend messaged once. He was on his way, and apologized for not being there. You accepted it, he was a good boyfriend, and was normally on time or responded, he was perfect. So, you forgave him immediately. 

"So, you've got a boyfriend?"

His voice was flirty, and suggestive, even. But you weren't flattered or anything. You loved your boyfriend. "Mhm, You say."So, I'm not interested. We're happy together."

"Ah, lovebirds. How cute."

His voice was sarcastic. However, you still tried to remain kind. You didn't say anything as a response though. 

"You never said your name."

"Why do you want my name?"

"Because I want to know who I'm looking at."

You freeze. "What did you say?"

"I want to know who I'm talking to.""

You shake your head."No. That's not what I heard." Panicked, you text your boyfriend and Clemensia. Someone was watching you."I'm hanging up."

"Why would you do that, Doll?"

"I... I just have to go."

"Don't hang up."

You text your boyfriend once more, hoping he'd come quick. Instead, however, you got a disturbing response.

Don't hang up on me. It won't end well for you.

You lock every door in your house, this creep wouldn't come in your house. But you also weren't ignoring his calls anymore certainly. He calls again, and you pick up. "What do you want?"

"Just to talk, doll."

"No, clearly not. Otherwise-"

"You've caught me. I want to play a game. Like I played with your boyfriend."

"What did you do with him?"

"Go check for yourself."

You whimper, stepping towards the back of your large home. You had a feeling it'd be in your backyard, the answer you were looking for. When you turn on the lights, You scream. Your phone drops, but thankfully doesn't break. Your boyfriend, was hung and gutted in your tree, bloody and all. You began to sob, shakily picking your phone up. "Please, why did you kill him?"

"You belong to me, doll. You're mine. I won't let anyone take you from me."

In that moment, a figure with a ghostly mask bursts in, grabbing you from behind, hands on your waist as you begin to fight, what was he going to do? Take you? You kick, your elbow kicking his rips, and a groan came out from him. You run. You held your phone, call ended. You take this chance and call 911. 

Ghostface gets up, and mid call, is fast and you dropped your phone. You yelp, trying everything in your power.You’re thrown onto the floor and now he’s on top of you, knife in hand was clean but probably washed off the blood after murdering your boyfriend.

what was he going to do with you?

He must be contemplating what he was planning to do. Your legs were stuck, so you couldn’t kick him. He tilts his head. His knife trails down your body, suggestively but also mocking you, it's between your breasts, and then you grab his wrist, trying to pry him off of you. But he's stronger. He says,"Be a good girl and I won't hurt you." He must mean death, so you nod, still crying. The police would come. 

You must've hit the floor hard, because your vision was foggy, and you were close to passing out. If this was death, you were ready. But you had no injuries. You clearly were just going unconscious. You use your free arm to take his mask off.

Your eyes widen."Coryo?" You barely see the grin on his face before you black out.

[coryothesub]

Young President Snow being a sub literally kills me

I think I saw this somewhere else, but I'll ask it anyway (I love how you write): maybe President Snow is being threatened by his secretary or maid, perhaps, because of a video where he fucks his ass with a dildo (sorry for the obsession), forcing him to... No idea, my imagination ran out... Maybe being forced to ask the reader out on a date or something, the point is that will end in something else...

OMG ANON THANK YOU FOR COMPLIMENTING MY WRITING IT LITERALLY MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME!! Also this was so fun to write

nsfw / mdni / president!sub!coryo / secretary!dom!reader

“You called for me Sir?” You were standing before your boss aka the young President of Panem holding your tablet and ready to write down his orders.

“Yes,” he got up from his work desk and looked at you, smirking and curling up the corner of his mouth.

“I think it's time we get to know each other better… Come closer, doll!”

You weren't exactly thrilled about him calling you a doll, but you were curious about what he had in mind so you made a few steps closer.

“You look delicious in that silly little work attire of yours, I bet you would look even better without it,” he made a move on you without hesitation accompanying his lewd words by grabbing your derriere and squeezing your butt cheek.

To his great surprise the next thing he felt was a hard slap across his cheek, causing him to step back astounded by your unprecedented impudence.

“How dare you?” He muttered under his breath.

“Sit!” You grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down on his chair. You sat comfortably on the side of his desk, enjoying his anger and confusion.

“Do you even know that attacking the President is considered a high treason? I'm gonna make sure you face the consequences!” Coriolanus spoke through gritted teeth, his face burning with anger.

“No, I won't… Unless you want that little tape from the bottom drawer of your desk to go public,” you gave him a cocky smirk. “You're so old fashioned Mr. President, still using a video camera to capture your little shenanigans…”

Coriolanus's mouth flew open at your statement. He felt a deep shade of red filling his cheeks.

“That's… That's impossible, I know for sure that it's still there.”

“Oh Coryo,” you gave him a pitying look. 

“I had so much fun watching it. Your slender fingers pushing a dildo up your tight, little hole like the pathetic little slut you are. All those lovely moans and whimpers coming from your mouth. I couldn't resist and made a copy. I know, I know, a little invasive, but since you were moaning my name the whole time…”

Coryo's eyes widened. He was now fighting for his life like a trapped animal.

“I will make you disappear before you even manage to leave this building!”

“Oh, don't worry, I figured that much. So I made a few more and gave them to people that are true patriots and trust their President. Unless I disappear. That might undermine their patriotism and who knows, your little video might go live before you even blink, Mr. President.”

Coryo looked so shook that you almost felt sorry for him. Maybe he deserved a little treat. You spread your legs just enough for him to see that you had no panties on.

Coryo's pupils dilated. You could see a wild mix of anger, humiliation and pure lust in his eyes.

“You're a terrible person,” he muttered, not being able to take his eyes off your delicious pussy.

“I guess we could say I’m learning from the best,” you chuckled and jumped off the table.

“We can still settle this like adults. But you'll have to behave.”

“I will,” Coryo nodded frantically. “What do you want? Money? A higher position?”

“I want you to take me out on a date.”

“W-what?” Coryo's face radiated pure despair.

“Are you out of your mind? I'm a married man AND the President of Panem! It would be a scandal!”

“A bigger scandal than your little tape going public? Imagine the unsuspecting citizens of Panem seeing their ruthless President bouncing up and down on a pink dildo whining and panting like a little whore…”

Coryo flinched at the thought. That sounded like his worst nightmare. He took a deep breath and swallowed thickly.

“Alright, we can have a date in my mansion. I will send a limo to pick you up tomorrow night.”

“Good boy!” You caressed his flushed cheek. Coryo leaned into your touch, feeling himself getting hard at your little praise. He crossed his legs instinctively making you giggle at his struggles. Who knew the President of Panem would find so much joy in getting humiliated by his own secretary.

***

The limo arrived to pick you up as promised. You were wearing a little black dress and high heels for your President. You had to look good while turning him into your personal sex doll.

Poor first lady had been sent away for a picturesque weekend in the countryside, Coryo had only his most trusted servants at the mansion. He couldn't let any rumors start.

You entered his lavish dining room, the lights were dimmed and the table was set. Coryo got up from the table to offer you a chair.

“You look gorgeous,” he tried to be as smooth as possible knowing full well his reputation was hanging by a thread and you keeping your mouth shut was the only way to save it.

You didn't reply. Just sat down at the table and started your meal. Coryo tried to keep it cool, yet he looked anxious and impatient.

He wondered if this would be enough for you to stop blackmailing him. But most of all he wanted to know if he's gonna get that sweet taste of humiliation again. But you were just keeping a casual conversation and that slowly drove him mad.

Finally you got up and walked around the table noticing a prominent bulge in Coryo's pants. You smirked and tilted up his chin.

“Now show me your cock, I wanna hear those pathetic little moans of yours.”

Coryo rushed to follow your command, pulling out his dick and starting to jerk off frantically. You bit your lip at the sight, his cock was long and handsome, it looked even better than you remembered from the video.

“Fuck, you're so beautiful!” he let out a series of desperate moans, watching you through half closed eyelids.

“I-I want to fuck you so badly.”

You let out a little laugh, enjoying his despair.

“You’ll have to do better than that, baby. Now stop!”

Coryo made a few more strokes before letting his cock out of his hand after you gave him a stern look. He had no choice but to obey. You both loved that.

He watched you as you pulled up your dress, revealing your bare cunt. You were not wearing any panties again, just a pair black stockings and matching garter belt. Coryo let out a soft whine at the sight, he needed to touch you so badly.

“Such a needy boy, huh,” you teased him, slowly straddling his thighs. Your dripping wet pussy was just mere centimeters from the leaking tip of his achingly hard cock.

“Beg for it!” You instructed.

“P-please I need…” he begged, his voice shaking and pleading.

“Need what? Use your words, doll,” you smirked at the thought that you were the one calling him doll now.

“I need to fuck you, please!”

“You need it because,” you said slowly.

“Because you are…”

“Because I'm a slut,” he whispered. “I'm a pathetic slut and I need you.”

You gave Coryo a flirty smile and slowly lowered yourself, sinking his hard cock inside your warm, wet pussy, causing him to let out a deep groan of relief.

You started fucking yourself on his cock relentlessly, realizing you both were already so close from the teasing alone.

He was filling you up so nicely as you kept riding him, clutching at the lapel of his jacket and enjoying the way he was looking up at you, his baby blue eyes full of adoration. He looked so pretty and pliant.

You grabbed a fistful of his platinum blonde hair and pulled his head against your chest, feeling his hot breath on your hard nipples as they were poking through the thin fabric of your black dress.

“Fuck, this feels good, your cunt feels like heaven,” Coryo whispered blissfully, caressing your thighs as you kept riding him.

“You have a nice dick, Mr. President,” you murmured as you kept bouncing up and down enjoying the feeling of his rock hard member stretching out your walls.

Coryo smiled at your praise, feeling his climax approaching as his cock twitched inside your tight cunt, causing you to let out a soft moan.

“Fuck, Coryo!” You smashed your lips against his in a wild kiss as you came hard on his cock, your pussy clenching around it in a tight grip.

The feeling of your tightness brought Coryo over the edge and you felt a hot, thick load of cum shooting up against your velvety walls, Coryo moaning and panting against your lips.

“You did pretty good, Mr. President!” You winked at him, climbing off his lap. You could see his nostrils flare as he noticed a small stream of cum dripping down your inner thigh.

“W-what about the tape?” He shouted after you as you were walking towards the door.

You let out a small laugh and glanced at him over your shoulder.

“Oh, the tape. I never copied it.”

[hummus-birb]

Been obsessively working on an idea for a Splatoon and partially DnD based magic system, thought I’d share it! If anything is disorganized, contradicts, or repeats itself, it’s because most of it has been written at midnight throughout the past week

v Everything under the cut! v

Random Important Stuff

Music is canonically magical

Zap fish and Power eggs give power (magical in nature?)

Ink based magic

Since splatoon is post-apocalyptic, ancient humans had cool technologies or smth

Ancient sea gods (variants/take inspo off of splatoon bosses? King salmonids might be magic imbued/ just actual gods?)

Splatoon “demons” have something to do with story mode voices? Or ancient human ghosts?

“Plant” magic includes coral now

Training grounds and schools to connect with magic are sprinkled throughout

Monk abilities are now squid roll and super jump because yes

Fairies are like sea butterflies???

Global warming caused extreme weather conditions (maybe take inspo off of that Pokémon concept by lockstin & noggin?)

Music mind control definitely exists (maybe Octavio/-like uses it? Or Tartar?)

Sanitized and fuzzy ink is a little wackus bonkus (made from dead bits and aliens and stuff, so it interacts with world differently due to magical/ technological properties)

Ancient clans confirmed w/ examples being Shiver, Frye, and Big Man

Weapons help concentrate ink magic

Other races can have magic, but it’s off a different type (since no ink)

^^^ Music, Memories (mem cakes do be like that), coral and other plants, control of minor sea creatures, abilities directly based off of species, etc.

Main pillars of magic are rooted in Song, Ink, Color, and Memories. Based on Deep cut and other characters, we can assume most if not all species have ink

Ink color is important, not necessarily magic in and of itself, but a manifestation of it (slightly edited this fact later on, don't worry about it)

No fey realm :( but they do have a magic realm of sorts. It’s a realm manifested of pure color, ink, and music, as well as human memories mixed in there. Maybe also nuclear, who knows. (For simplicity I’m calling it a fey realm though)

Rain is dangerous, Rain World style

Transient water/ink pools to other dimensions?

Nuclear based hell circles?

Maybe nuclear power is the “demonic” side of magic? And Cephalo-etcs are semi-resistant to it, and learned to control it like a form of dark magic?

Poisonous/venomous species assassins are fairly common, there’s whole cults/underground schools dedicated to the art of it

Jellyfish hive mind do be like that???

Frying permanently “fries in” a food based magic (like Crusty Sean might have a now-permanent run speed up)

Zapfish are along the same lines as king salmonids, just more respected due to them acting as a big friendly traveling energy source

8 is seen as a “magic number” of sorts to Octarians

Magic Specific Details

Like I said before, main pillars/sources are Music, Colors, Memories, and Ink!

Nuclear magic, while “natural,” is looked down upon, and generally considered evil. Fairly dangerous for both users and target

Use weapons as focuses most of the time! Especially ink based weapons, while being useful physically also allow for ink based manipulation. Song based weapons work as well, and while memories don’t have a focus, they can be compressed into memcakes

Sanitized, Fuzzy, and [side order] ink is all modified technologically, magically, or nuclearly, and is all highly dangerous and illegal. The main reason why creatures get permanently affected by it (mind control, becoming furries, etc.) in the first place

Jellyfish can use telepathic sort of magic, it’s main source being Memories

Zapfish are a siphon of electrical energy and magic, helping spur technology and link the gap for many different races as a pseudo-magic. Also some sort of more powerful being, sort of like a dragon

Respawn anchors are a mix of Ink and Memory technology, powered by the Zapfish

Salmonids have different magic customs, using more nuclear magic, as well as different types of song and technology

Super Jump, squid roll, etc. are all movement spells, many species can use them

Temporary drink and food-based magic is their form of alchemy/potions. Temporarily enhances abilities

Salmonid excel in food magic due to their whole thing with being eaten after death

Color chips include technologically engineered magic [side order please give me lore]

Color is a type of magic usually coinciding with emotions. “Fey” use it regularly, and their realm is a pure collection of it and song

Ghosts are manifested and affected by Memories, and they live in a sort of ghost realm similar to the void with human tech and stuff. Bits and bobs of memories and artifacts floating around

Song music is really strong, and does a lot of mind related stuff. (Ex: Jellyfish get their telepathic power from song) (and color)

Species abilities includes: Bioluminescence, venom/poison, electricity, regeneration, spitting insides out at you, seeing more colors (giving stronger color magic), cold/ice magic, etc.

Booyah magic is real, and primarily based on sound (Music)

Splatfest law is actually somewhat true, sometimes things are manifested by the memories of it, as well as predicting future events

Power eggs give energy similar to the strength of a singular mini Zapfish. Golden power eggs are super strong magic conductors, and control and siphon energy as well.

Super sea snails have a sort of magic randomizer imbued in them

Kraken magic is gotten from colors, ink, and extreme emotions

While some creatures don’t have ink magic, some still do, such as eels, sharks, mantas,

Main Mythological Creatures

Great Zapfish - gives energy, lawful good, invested in Song slightly more. My man powers the entire three cities, I’m proud of him. Popular god among most city-dwellers

Huge fry - Reincarnated god, shows up only in Salmonids. Chaotic Good, fights for justice but will destroy a city (oops)

Horrorboros - Reincarnated nuclear empowered god of salmonids, most popular among them as a result. God of life, death, and reincarnation. Huge Fry is kind of like a child or champion of sorts

Cohozuna - Nuclear empowered king of salmonids, similar to Grizz in that he’s not exactly a god, though he didn’t cause his own nuclear shenanigans. Treated like a god though, and has special cool abilities

Grizz* - He basically made himself a “god” with his fuzzy ooze.

Goldy- Minor god/creature, controls glowfies. Kind of like pestilence or something? Very popular among salmonids, usually the leaders of the troops they are in

Minor gods based off of Deep Cut’s families (shark, eel, and manta)

Nessie - Canonically exists!

Space - Not a creature, but space is important to almost all creatures. Radio waves for the Splatfest come from there, Horrorboros is said to have come from there, Huge Fry is often depicted in outer space, etc. (Grizz is also related to space, but again, he’s a self-made god)

Kraken (creature) - Major god to many Octolings, the Kraken is somewhat of a magic common ancestor, and/or gifted it’s magic to cephalopods (color and ink)

Ink vampires - They exist. Not exactly dead, but a deficiency in ink or color can cause vampirism. Not to be confused with the vampire squid species

[paragal]

Your eyes are a thousand times deeper than the sky, and I am a tiny star falling for all time

[aboutmercy]

thinking about how dongsik and joowon are the inverse of each other. thinking about joowon's journey realizing that blood is not thicker than water, ties can be severed from abusive family members (no matter how painful that is) and that among many things, his father's cruelty is what took away and destroyed dongsik's family who actually were a positive force in his life. many things about beyond evil appeal to me, but i mainly want to put a pin on the central themes of the show, particularly the failures of adults and parental figures, how that ripples through the lives of their successors in an especially vicious and self-destructive manner. this is a commonality found between multiple characters in the show (minjeong, joowon and jeongje) - but i want to put emphasis on joowon's struggle with this because his path to freedom was walked to completion, in comparison to minjeong whose life was cut short and jeongje who we part with carrying the painful knowledge that he may never achieve absolution, as his journey has only begun.

the show, technically starts at the beginning of joowon's journey/arc. unfamiliarity and discomfort force him to adapt and self-reflect, because the only way joowon was able to free himself was by breaking every rule his father set for him, going beyond his selfish confines and breaking down the walls he built. joowon is unable to get his physical body dirty, he is emotionally closed-off and is incapable of understanding why the people in manyang, particularly dongsik, would look out for anyone other than themselves. he is selfish, rigid, guilt-ridden and bashful; but it is exposure to dongsik's unwavering faith in and patience for others (for jeongje, for sangbae, for the people of manyang that have wronged him for years) that erode his harsh edges. dongsik, although not without flaws and contrary to what his outer appearance and manner of speech radiate, is kind and forgiving. that kindess, that forgiveness, as well as joowon's own guilt and shame is essential to getting him to a point where he is comfortable bloodying his hands, his clothes, and his face to protect dongsik (+ jihwa and her partner. to protect his friends).

dongsik recognizes joowon's pain too ("i know what it's like to be blamed for something you didn't do"). he sees his guilt, it's not inordinate to what joowon's done per se but a large portion of it brings so much shame to joowon ("please, stop doing unnecessary things out of guilt.") how could i have been so self-righteous when the man who bore me is responsible for so much misery? how do i rectify this, how do i absolve myself from the guilt? all dilemmas joowon grapples with, and dongsik, knowing pain and shame all too well does not grant joowon mercy when he is bowed down, forehead to cuffed hands while joowon's own are also cupping dongsik's, begging for it. mercy is letting joowon go, it's lifting the burden of responsibility off his shoulders - but instead, dongsik’s final request ensures that joowon truly atones ("i ask you to arrest me" - "no, how could i do that? i have no right") by informing him that the only way to live with guilt is to try and do right by the people who expect something from him. "joowon-ah", dongsik says as he softly picks up joowon's clenched fist, the look they share informs joowon that going through with the arrest is how he'll do dongsik right. it's what dongsik, his now friend, expects from him. that's what their final scene as partners is all about, in my opinion.

and something good does come out of dongsik's firm but tender confrontation. joowon gradually becomes a better person who seeks community and whose life, in return, is enriched by the friends that forming community gave him. dongsik and joowon's parting is bittersweet, but in letting joowon know that his actions matter to others and that he is wanted and expected by others - (jihwa, as part of the larger collective whose feelings towards joowon are influenced by dongsik's, texts him and checks in - that expectation to show up and empathy for when he does not respond is an invitation letting him know that there is a place for him if he chooses to occupy any) - dongsik sets him free.

[sleepytimegal777]

Ser Criston Cole and Queen Alicent Hightower in House of the Dragon

We’ll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross / The Art of Courtly Love - Andreas Capellanus tr. by John Jay Parry / Perfect Day - Lou Reed / The Dedication - Edmund Blair Leighton / John I Love You - Sinéad O’Connor / Prose Lancelot - Unknown tr. by Carleton W. Carroll / Idylls of the King - Alfred Tennyson

[danothan]

i think above all else, i tie my aro identity to my autism. like sometimes i wonder if i’m aro just bc i’m autistic, and ykw that’s totally fine for me lol

and while we’re at it, that might be the case for my gender too. being non-binary is quite literally rejecting the binary, and being aro basically subscribes you to relationship anarchy, which also inherently rejects societal norms

that’s so peculiar to me now looking back on myself as a child. i knew romance and gender weren’t fake, but they definitely didn’t feel real lol. i wonder if other queer ppl felt this early on too, and if being neurodivergent makes a difference

i remember being incredibly frustrated every time gender was brought up with validity. “boys and girls” was like saying “cats and dogs.” it’s a phrase to communicate an idea, but we all know they’re not the only ones. romance didn’t rly frustrate me so much as it felt like participating in a game. it was fun choosing ppl to have a crush on, until i was on the receiving end. like, we’re still playing, right?

ppl always say autism means you don’t get social cues, but i don’t think i was misunderstanding anything. i think i was just questioning their value