#Someone who says things is such a contrast

[anxious-witch]

I think the reason why there are so many amazing ships in Dead Boy Detectives is because the show manages to show different versions of love/lust/devotion through different relationships all characters have.

Like, love triangles have been doing the whole "a girl has to choose between two guys who each being out a different side of her" for over a decade in popular media, some more, some less successfully. But the pitfall they often fall into is that those differences seem very shallow and often ignore the other aspect of the main person who have to choose between the love interests.

Dead Boy Detectives makes sure to not do that.

When we look at how Charles is with Crystal vs how he is with Edwin, we can clearly see the difference. In the beginning of his and Crystal's dynamic, he is flirtier and puts more if a bravado, but he pretty quickly opens up to her. Because he sees that she very quickly sees past his facade he puts up with his constant happy-go-lucky persona. Only when he starts opening up to her and showing his emotions does their relationship progress. Because after David, Crystal needs someone who can be emotionally vulnerable with her and in turn, Charles offers her the same, and offers her a safe space.

In contrast, we see that Charles is more at ease around Edwin. They know each other deeply, and are also woven into each other at this point. It's easy, like breathing. One thing it doesn't do is challenge either of them from the status quo they have built over the years. But there is a sense of ease there, and such devotion. There is no question about what they would do for each other because the answer is everything.

That said, while they both bring out different sides of Charles, those sides of him feel intricately linked to one another! Which is why Crystal coming into the pictures begins changing Charles' relationship with Edwin as well! It brings to light things they have ignored. And in turn, Charles' clear and unwavering devotion and loyalty to Edwin prompts Crystal to learn it herself. To quote Jenny in ep 8, "you were about to leave and never see these boys again, but now you are going to save them"? And yes, she does exactly that.

This even has influence on Edwin and Crystal's rs directly, which I can't recall ever seeing in a love triangle before, at least not in a positive sense. But it's so clear that Charles loves both of them that the other learns to love them too, and they realize their own similarities through it, too!

As for Edwin and his many love interests, well. I know there has been a lot of debate, especially around Cat King vs Charles dyankics with Edwin, but the thing is-you are comparing apples ajd oranges here.

The Cat King is enamored, fascinated by Edwin, and yeah above all, attracted to him. This dynamic serves to challenge both of their characters' beliefs and shake up the power dynamics between them. Whenever you like the Cat King or not Edwin clearly reciprocates the attraction part, at the very least.

Charles loves Edwin and is devoted to him and Edwin to him turn, as discussed above. What is difficult about their relationship is that it became stagnant due to lack of communication, which is why they needed other relationships to shake up that dynamic.

But to address the most prominent comparison I saw, which is the Cat King saying he'll wait for Edwin vs Charles going to Hell to save him.

Both are types of devotion, is the thing. A profession of love, if you will. To this day, we consider Penelope a faithful, loving and devoted wife for waiting for Odyssey for 20 years. Cat King saying he'd wait for Edwin isn't any small confession, given he is aware it could take decades, if not more.

Don't get me wrong, Charles going to literal Hell to save Edwin and succeeding where Orpheus and Eurydice failed is an enormous success and a way to show you love someone. I am not minimalizing that at all.

I am just saying that, for who these characters are and given their rs with Edwin, they did exactly what they were supposed to. They expressed in which ways Edwin had influenced them and what they can offer him if that dynamic becomes romantic.

Cat King represents experience, patience. As an immortal he has all the time in the world to wait for Edwin to return from hell, because he believes Edwin is strong enough to return on his own.

Charles represents love that breaks all obstacles in their way. He goes to save Edwin because he believes Edwin deserves to be helped in the way he helps others. He deserves to be saved.

My point is, there is no better of worse way of loving someone. The character in the love triangle choose the person that better alignes with who they are and who they wish to be as a person. So yes, you are absolutely allowed to say "I think this character would choose person a because it alignes better with their character development" but comparing the two as one being superior is kinda pointless imo? Exploring different dynamic of a character is the goal here, right? Either through canon or fanon.

...I was gonna talk about Crystal/Niko and Edwin/Monty too but this post got away from me to uhh. Might do another one if anyone is interested but in their way! I adore the way DBDA explores different sides of characters while still making them feel like a fully rounded person and doesn't shy away from letting one rs influence other rs character has.

[pparadiselost]

could you write sae x reader x shidou? if not, then shidou x reader would be fine

and im absolutely inlove with dacryphilia.. so if you could include that too thanks ^^

deux et trois.

shidou ryusei x fem reader x itoshi sae your wild boyfriend has always been a handful, but him tagteaming you with a rather trusted teammate might be more than you can chew. warning(s): nsfw, dacryphilia, dubcon, exhibitionism, cucking, degradation (from sae) minors do not interact.

dating someone like shidou ryusei feels a lot like a dream come true in the conceptual sense. you could easily imagine a whole plethora of young women who would give up everything they ever knew to date a handsome, successful soccer player like him and to essentially live a guaranteed life of glamor and luxury. and this much was your reality, and it was a fact that you accepted with as much humility and gratitude you could. 

you were never someone who enjoyed letting such superficial things get to your head and pump your ego up; you falling in love with him and him falling in love with you was nothing more than chance, and nothing on the objective level separated you from any other girl in the world. 

and shidou treats you sweetly, a surprising contrast to his maniacal behavior on the playing field. he’s still energetic and gets a kick out of teasing you playfully whenever he gets the chance to, but everything he does shows that he cares for you. perhaps in that way you two are really meant for each other; he would never purposefully do anything to upset you, and everything he involved you with was because he genuinely thought it would be good for you.

his coworkers, be they opponents or teammates, also all treated you with a degree of respect. they were intimidating and constantly raring to go, as if each of them were starved beasts, but they knew that you were simply shidou’s lover but not him himself. you grew accustomed with some of them. isagi sometimes gave you a shy smile and a greeting, igaguri would beg you to tone down your boyfriend to no success, and even the icy rin would peer at you with his cold teal eyes and nod curtly in your direction.

but exceptions were always to be expected.

“hm…,” a callous voice hums to no one in particular from above you. “...i can’t say i knew what to expect from you, but this certainly wasn’t it, little demon. well, i suppose that is my fault for letting you have too much free rein.”

your core burns, and every part of your bare body prickles with heat and shame. you don’t know how this happened or what pieces fell into place to bring you here, but you were here nonetheless. shidou’s dick is stuffed into you, your boyfriend bucking his hips wildly into you while you’re perched helplessly on his lap, and your thighs are spread apart nice and wide to give the other man in the room a perfect view to how shidou’s cock stretches your pussy apart.

you recognize him vaguely. unlike shidou, this man’s face is unreadable and frosty. his jaw is set as if it were carved out of stone, beautiful but unapproachable, and long under eyelashes escort you mockingly upwards to his unimpressed eyes. his irises are the same shade of breathtaking teal that are rin’s, and your stomach flips.

“whaaaaaat, i thought i’d offer you the best!” shidou sings from behind you. you whimper as he leans forward, trapping you in between his arms and his toned chest. “c’mon, why are you acting so shy all of the sudden, sae-chan? if i brought you anything less than acceptable to your impossible standards, you’d call me all sorts of ugly names and kick me out!”

this whole thing is embarrassing. you’re already so shy about having sex with your boyfriend, let alone have sex with him while someone that might as well be a total stranger watch you bouncing on top of shidou’s dick like tomorrow doesn't exist. and you weren’t given much space to hide any of it either. the very instant you’d make an attempt to even close your legs, shidou would be spreading them right apart and bullying his throbbing length into you even deeper, as if to offer your stuffed cunt up to itoshi sae and brag about it to him.

sae frowns, and his pretty lips twist into something that almost looks like a scowl. the temperature in the room feels as if it’s mounting into a dizzying heat but also plunging into an arctic chill between the two men. “but to think you’d bring me your girlfriend… i’d be impressed, if it weren’t for the fact that you brought me such a perverted girl.”

your breath hitches in the back of your throat when he points an insult at you. you’d believe that sae hated you with an unspoken passion if it weren’t for the fact that he was also naked and you could see how his cock was hardening, his dick twitching slightly whenever you glance towards the midfielder with watering eyes and short-lived gasps escaping your mouth. still, his words hurt, and you can feel tears invade the corner of your eyes. you rapidly try to blink them away; you’re already ashamed of the fact that he’s watching you getting railed by shidou, let alone cry like a baby in front of him. 

“‘m not- ‘m not a pervert-,” you somehow manage to choke out, and your chest immediately tightens. you sound more like an out-of-breath porn star than you do the normally sweet and assertive girl that you are, and your gut spasms with shame. fuck, fuck, fuck! this shouldn’t feel good, you really shouldn’t be getting off to something as wicked and shameful as this. but the throbbing in your core tells you otherwise; you’re enjoying being watched as shidou dicks you down mercilessly.

as if on cue, shidou laughs heartily. you grip at his arm when he snakes a hand down to pinch at your clit. heat jolts straight up your pussy, and you let out a strangled cry.

“but isn’t she beautiful, sae-chan? looks like you hit a nerve with what you said to her. she looooooves to act all shy and cute, but i’ll have you know that she’s really fun to play with.” he fucks his cock up harshly into you as if he’s making a point, and you’re practically drooling from the way he forces you to take it, your pliant walls molding to the rough lovemaking he’s showing you, all of the pleasure making you feel lightheaded.

you’re not sure what to do. you feel so good, you love having shidou’s cock inside of you. and the new angle of having him fucking upwards into you makes your pussy drool with anticipating, desperate to cum. you want him all over you: touching your bouncing tits, torturing your clit, making sure your pussy only feels good from having his length inside of you. but as much as you want to lose yourself to this world-shattering pleasure, you can’t really succumb to it because of how hyperaware you are of the little voyeur in front of you. 

sae makes it clear that he’s observing every detail. his eyes glaze all over the curves of your body, and you shudder when he stares right in between your legs, where shidou’s fucking into you. it feels like he’s judging you, like he’s telling you that he clearly has the upper hand in the situation, and that you having sex with your boyfriend only exists for his amusement.

you try your hardest to bite back how much your eyes are watering. but everything feels too good, and you’re quickly crumbling in shidou’s arms. shidou’s doing his best to get you to cum. his mouth sucks all over your neck and leaves open-mouthed kisses on your skin, and you whimper loudly when he bites and sucks on your earlobe.

“n-not there…! please- ryu, i can’t take it! be nice to me… no- gonna cum-,” you moan out. you’re shaking your hips lewdly, and your inner thighs burn. but fuck, you’d be damned if you said shidou wasn’t making you feel good. like the dedicated boyfriend he was, he knew exactly what he needed to do to get you to fall apart. you’re crying out, and there’s a ring of frothy white forming at the base of his cock. his balls twitch under you, and your pussy clenches and tightens up ruthlessly around his girth when you start thinking about having him creampie you.

“gonna cum already? we just got started though! i promised sae-chan such a good show too…” shidou makes an exaggerated kissing noise, and one of his big hands squeezes encouragingly at your hips. sae lets out a quiet huff as if in disagreement, but there’s a few drops of prominent pre-cum that bead at his tip. you’re not sure if sae is a masochist or just downright prideful. probably both, but despite how red and angry his cock looks, he refuses to touch himself to the sight of you.

your vision is hazing over with tears. you really don’t want to cry, don't want to look weak in front of a stranger, don’t want to look like you’re falling apart this quickly. but trying to regain control of your body when so much is happening to you feels impossible, and everything is going to your head. your core is tightening up dangerously, and the pleasure is overwhelming every part of your mind. you whine and whimper, mewling like a wounded animal, and a few scalding hot tears slip past your lashline.

it doesn’t go unnoticed.

“are you… crying?” sae spits out the words as if they’re toxic and bitter in his mouth. you shake your head feebly and try to turn your face away from the redhead, but your body seems to answer instead of your mouth. your pussy clamps down on shidou with renewed vigor, and the boy lets out a gruff “fuck!” through his gritted teeth before laughing loudly and speeding his pace up. 

you hiccup. “no- ‘m not crying- not so fast, ryu, please…! you’ll mess me up, you’ll mess up my pussy if you fuck me like that-!! ah- feels so good- you’ll kill me- i’ll die from having sex with you!”

more tears are streaming down your cheeks, leaving hot trails as they fall. sae’s eyes are blown open wide, and something akin to fear settles deep in your body when you notice how entranced he looks. it’s like he wants to gobble you whole, like a man possessed by something unholy, and you cower against shidou’s chest as if he’s able to provide any protection.

shidou giggles delightedly against your ears. “you’re saying such lewd things… you’re making me really happy, did you know that? yeah? is your boyfriend’s cock making you feel that good? gosh, you’re so naughty… i didn’t know you liked my dick that much.”

you sniffle, suddenly feeling as if all the strength was being sapped from your body. you can barely see as the tears fall freely from your eyes, staining your face. you’re aware of how awful you must look, turning into goo in shidou’s arms as every part of your body shakes. it’s horrible and vulnerable, but at the same time, it turns you on so badly with a high so unexpected that you’re scared you’ll get hooked on it. it’s the kind of pleasure that runs so deep, you know it’s going to ruin you the moment you let it fully take root inside of you.

“gonna cum- please- please, slow down- not so deep, ryu, not so deep! i can’t take it-,” you squeak out. your head lolls back weakly against shidou’s shoulders, and you moan when shidou captures your mouth into a deep kiss. his tongue swirls all around your defenseless mouth, and you sob and cry all throughout the kiss. your pussy won’t quit squeezing and hugging his cock, and being kissed through it only makes you tighten up that much more. 

the friction is just so, so addictive. you want more. you need more. you don’t want anyone else to see you falling apart in such an unglamorous way, fucked dumb and reduced to tears over a man’s dick, but your boyfriend is determined to show you off to his friend and to rip an orgasm out of you one way or the other. 

a strand of saliva clings to shidou’s mouth when he pries his lips off of you, and he glances over at sae with a smug grin. “uh-uh, none of that, babe. i know you can take it, know you can handle my cock. look at you! you’re doing so good… it’s like your pussy wants my cock more than you say you do- don’t lie to me. bet you want me to cum inside you too, fill that pretty hole of yours up with aaaaaaaaaaall of my semen. what do you think, sae-chan?”

“do you think a girl like that deserves it? look at her, crying over something as trivial as this. does the thought of being watched make you want to cry?” sae’s voice is as sharp and cold as ever, and the edge to his words make you sniffle. “what a dirty girl… it makes me almost pity her. almost.”

shidou pretends to pout, and he sticks his tongue out. you moan, your cheeks feeling sticky and hot from all of the dried tears smoothing over your skin. everything feels heavy and good, your pussy being pounded into a senseless mess from how rigorously shidou’s fucking his cock into you. it’s like he’s trying to force more and more of his cock up into your tight hole, attempting to spear himself all the way in until your hips hit the base of his cock, like he wants his tip to pry open your womb and flood you with all of his cum.

“i don’t know what else i expected out of the big meanie sae-chan… well, too bad that i’m the one that’s actually fucking her. you can be mean and awful all you want, but i think i want to cum inside of my girlfriend.” shidou laughs against the shell of your ear. a cold shudder runs down your spine when he nips at your skin again, your neck and face vulnerable to his teeth. “ooh, you’re tightening up against me again…! fuck- so fucking tight- so eager for cock, huh? yeah, i like this side of you sooooo much… you’re just sooooo cute when you can’t resist me!”

you sob openly, not sure who to turn to for help. sae won’t lift a finger, not when his tip is leaking angry pearly white beads of pre-cum and not when he’s more fixated on the fat tears welling at your eyes than anything else. you’re no better than a prey animal when shidou’s like this, determined to creampie you and imprint himself even further onto your pussy. no matter how much you writhe and try to catch a moment to breathe, he pulls you down even further on his cock and sends a jerk of hot pleasure straight up your crotch.

“cumming-,” you choke out, your words slurred out. if you were any more coherent, you’d be embarrassed with yourself for letting another man watch you orgasm this shamelessly on shidou’s cock, thighs pried and held open so that sae doesn’t miss a single detail of your pussy being spread apart and stretched out mercilessly on your boyfriend’s length. “ah- ryu- i can’t hold it in any more… your cock feels- feels too good…! ‘m cumming- ‘m cumming, i’m cumming- fuck- oh- ‘m gonna cum- gonna cum- gonna cum so- sooooo fucking hard…!”

your pussy clamps down like there’s no tomorrow around shidou’s dick when he angles his hips just right and yanks you down as far as he can down onto his lap. you let out a loud cry as heat rips through your body as if you’re made out of nothing. your brain is thrown into overdrive, your nerves and synapses working overtime to flood every inch of your body with pleasure and heat, your stomach furling in on itself almost painfully, pussy gushing lewdly as your juices soak shidou’s cock and your hole spurts and drools out your orgasm.

it’s like something inside of you breaks. sex with shidou always felt good, but something about this felt as if you had crossed a point of no return. you shudder and shake, reeling in the newfound pleasure. it’s like the pulsing nestled deep in your stomach pushes and pulls, like a second heartbeat tugging you downwards. it feels good, it feels so good, and you feel like a broken shell of something that was before, unable to push past the fog in your brain or the haziness in your eyes. 

you can vaguely make out the sound of shidou’s adoring laugh, and you cry out once more when he grinds up against you, rocking his hips into your ass and keeping you stuck down and trapped on his entire length. you’re squeezing him so nicely, your pretty pussy all fluttering and desperate around him, clenching him and milking him despite how shy and insistent you are that you’re above all of this. but you aren’t, and everything in this room knows that.

“hah- ahhh, you’re gonna take it all, aren’t you?” shidou breathes, his voice suddenly high-pitched and tinged with a crazed lust he reserves solely for you. your breath hitches in your throat when he leans towards your face and buries his head into the crook of your neck, and he inhales deep, greedy breaths of your scent. his cock is about to burst, all swollen and thick and wanting nothing more than to stuff every inch of your cunt with his semen. “that’s my girl… take it all! it isn’t meant for anyone else!”

you nearly go limp in his arms when his cum gushes into you. you can feel it shoot straight into your stomach, quite literally flooding what feels like every part of your insides. it’s hot, and it burns. and yet some part of you inwardly croons at how good it feels, like your pussy was made to catch all of shidou’s cum and to store it deep inside, to feel it swirl around you and leak out of your pulsing entrance, dripping down shidou’s engorged length and joining with the rest of the ivory ring built up at the base of his cock from all of your lovejuices mixing with his as he fucked you like an animal gone wild. 

shidou smiles to himself as he lets you sit there, with no choice but to be impaled on his dick, and he makes sure most of his cum is safely lodged deep into your insides before he maneuvers you expertly off of his length. 

you feel weak, and your limbs dangle limply as you slump over onto the mattress. shidou presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head and wipes at your eyelids carefully, and you bite back a shudder when you see him lick your salty tears from his thumb. he looks down at you with a look laced with both love and desire, and you’re brought back to reality.

“i think i’ve given you a good show, sae-chan,” he coos, glancing towards the stoic redhead. “she’s all yours now! don’t have too much fun though, you hear? even though i like you quite a bit, it’ll make me sad to see my girl feeling too good from another guy’s cock.”

“your mind knows no limits,” sae breathes as if he’s annoyed with shidou, but he still steps towards you without any hesitation. you choke back a teary-eyed hiccup as he looms over you, and you let him grab onto your thighs and spread your legs apart. your cunt still feels spent and sticky, and globs of shidou’s pearly white cum drips from your fluttering hole. 

sae’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly. you can’t tell if he likes the sight or not. he slots himself in between your spread legs, and he watches you with his pointed eyes. silently, carefully, like a snake laying in wait in the tall grass waiting for the moment you come down back fully to earth and understand the gravity of the situation you’re in.

your belly coils with the familiar thrums of arousal when his tip prods at your swollen clit. you let out a small gasp as sparks climb up your insides, settling somewhere deep in your stomach. you just had your brains fucked out by your boyfriend, your cunt spread apart by his thick cock, but you want dick inside of you again.

you wiggle your hips, and you think you see the edges of sae’s mouth twitch. he stares at you and the way shidou’s cum leaks out from your pussy and onto the tip of his cock.

“do you want it?” he asks plainly. you nod, knowing he’s going to be mean to you. he seems to get off on it, hurling insults at you and seeing your face stricken with tears. he seems like he’s just about to sneer at you, like he’s disgusted at the fact that he’s even in the same room as you, despite the fact that he’s literally grinding his slick cock against your sensitive folds.

“how awful. begging for another man’s cock right after having sex with your boyfriend… is this a part of some weird perverted fantasy you have? you two are perfect for each other, did you know that?” he clicks his tongue. you shudder uncontrollably. the edge to his words are sharp, and despite bracing yourself for it, you can feel hot tears kissing the corners of your eyes again. it hurts, it laces against your heart, but fuck, you’d be damned if you said it didn’t turn you on a bit.

your tears hang heavy off of your lashes, threatening to drip over your waterline, and for the first time since you’ve bared yourself to the two men, sae’s expression actually softens. you sniff pathetically, unable to form proper words, but he grabs at your hips. he leans in, and you stiffen, unsure whether to avoid him or to let him continue to come closer. you’re mesmerized by how unrealistically beautiful the redhead is: the fiery red strands of his hair are nothing like the icy turquoise of his eyes, and if you weren’t already so overwhelmed with the sensation of having an orgasm ripped from you and another man on top of you, you might have been starstruck truly.

his lips part slightly, and his tongue sneaks out from between. you clench your eyes shut, and something warm laps at your eyes, stealing your tears from your face. 

pressure taps at your cunt, and you let your head go limp as the stretch of penetration slowly grips you all over. you should be tired, should be worn out, but as the dull pleasure flickers inside you again, you find a moan bubbling up in the back of your throat. god, taking dick feels too good for you to ever not want it this badly. whereas shidou is always quick and skilled at drawing out an orgasm from you in record speeds, sae takes his time in penetrating you. it’s like he wants you to feel the stretch, wants you to feel the presence of his cock as he slides himself into you, and while your walls envelop his girth fully, he laps greedily at your heady tears.

“ah- sae…! ah- please- fuck me…,” you choke out. he bottoms out inside of you, and you can feel his balls pressed up against your hole. one hand reaches down, and you clench up around him when two fingers start to slowly rub circles into your puffy clit. it’s simultaneously too much and not enough at once, feeling him play with your clit while not moving his cock. the tender wetness of his tongue gliding over your face makes your head spin, and your pussy won’t stop gripping onto his length.

he breathes over your cheeks, the hot breath leaving you shivering. “dirty girl… who said you can demand things from me like that? shidou might let you get away with things like that because he likes it, but i’m not an easy man like that.”

“please-,” your voice sounds strained and needy, unlike your normally sweet but still firm cadence. “having your cock inside of me feels good- wanna feel more of you, please… please fuck me! i wanna feel you thrusting into me- wanna feel it, wanna have more of your cock inside- please, sae, please…”

“you don’t get to tell me how to move,” he hisses. he throbs and twitches inside you, and you can feel his balls tense up against your ass. but he draws his hips back slowly, giving one slow stroke, and that’s almost enough to make you fall apart. you throw your head back and let out a drawn out whine, your cunt fluttering violently against his swollen cock. he’s being mean to you, he’s being so, so mean to you, but your pussy feels full and good when his dick’s kissing your deepest parts.

if shidou had been pounding into you, sae keeps you begging for more. he treats his dick as if it’s something for you to earn, despite how he grinds upwards into you, the leaking head of his cock pressing straight into what feels like the entrance of your cervix. he keeps degrading you, muttering words that swim straight through your ears, and you keep crying those beautiful pearly tears that mar your vision and stain your cheeks. it drives him crazy, to break down such an innocent, beautiful girl into the worst, senseless version of herself, and he makes sure you know it, feel every second of it.

his pace is a bit faster now, but far from the animalistic sex you need to feed this uncontrollable side of yourself. the sound of your bodies connecting is nothing short of obscene, and sae drinks it all up as if you’ve mixed it personally just for him. you might as well have; you were meant to be offered up to him like some kind of sacrifice on a silver platter from the start, before you were even aware of the predicament you would be in.

“harder- harder- want more- please, fuck me harder…!” you sob pathetically. it’s humiliating, having to beg for a man’s cock in such a demeaning manner. you know words alone can’t convince sae, so you press your aching thighs apart further, using your hands to press them closer to your chest. the change in your position has his cock hitting deeper and more roughly into you, and your moans go from desperate cries to throaty chokes. you feel like you’re suffocating over your own breath, but the way you buck your hips against sae’s proves that there are far more pressing things in your mind than self-preservation. 

sae grits his teeth, and he slams his hips into you. his cock pumps in and out of your greedy hole, and your cunt grips onto him like it doesn’t want to let go. fuck—it almost makes sae mad over how good your body feels, especially after getting what feels like shidou’s sloppy seconds. his abs tense up as he sucks in a deep breath, the focus in his teal eyes starting to shake around the edges.

“thank you- thank you, thank you, thank you-,” you pant out helplessly when the full strokes are finally, finally where you wanted them to be at the start. you shake your head back and forth, entire body trembling and overwhelmed by the pleasure that consumes you. “feels so good- cock feels so good inside of me, sae- want to cum on it… want your cock to make me cum- make me pussy cum…!”

“you really are the worst,” sae laughs. his hair is sticking to his forehead, and despite how awful he is to you, he looks beautiful. “begging for another man’s cock in front of your boyfriend? don’t you have any sense of shame?”

“feels good-,” you weakly choke out, as if that was an excuse. you know shidou doesn’t mind. he was the one to drag you into this mess in the first place. sae really enjoys this farce, this holier-than-thou act, when everyone in the room knows that he’s just as twisted and depraved as you are. it takes two to have sex like this, and you sure as hell aren’t alone. “make me cum- please, i wanna cum…! i’ve been so good for you.”

sae hums to himself. his cock pulses inside of you. your pussy’s just as shameless as your mouth is, milking him every second he stays buried into your hole, and it feels like your inner walls are begging him for his cum too. you must really like being treated like this, your pussy filled up over and over again with cum, not caring if it was your boyfriend or a man that your boyfriend happened to feel comfortable handing you over to. what a greedy girl you were.

“you wanna cum?” he sneers. “do you think you deserve it? all you’ve done is lay there and cry and take my dick. so demanding…”

you shudder, seeing stars. you can feel your orgasm building up and laying in wait deep in your belly, just begging for a few more harsh thrusts to topple you over the edge. shidou had fucked you out so good before, and you needed a taste of that pleasure again. you already felt so good stretched out and humiliated like this on sae’s cock that you could only imagine how much better finally getting your release would feel.

“you’re so mean to me… just wanna cum-,” you sniffle out. your voice wobbles, and sae grunts when a fresh wave of tears threaten to overtake you. it’s embarrassing how a crying girl might be the thing that gets him to snap, so he grits his teeth and bucks his hips harshly into you. 

it’s your fault. all of this is your fault. he can’t admit to himself that this turns him on, that seeing you sob and wail and writhe has him wanting to blow his fat load inside of you. that would be too much for him, to cum inside of you and then have you cry just from the sheer pleasure of it. to take dick so good that it makes you fall apart and bawl senselessly as if you’re his girl, not shidou’s.

“yeah, that’s right-,” he grunts under his breath. “go ahead and cum then. if you really want to end up as a mess on my cock, then i’m not stopping you. make a show for your boyfriend then, huh? let him see you crying and screaming from how good you feel on my dick. you have him to thank for landing you in this position to begin with.”

you swallow back a shaky inhale. your vision had been blurred over a long time ago, but right now, with your entire body weighed down with nonstop arousal, you feel like you’re seeing stars. it feels so good and it hurts, but it hurts in a way that has you moving your hips lewdly and wanting him to stuff your already cumdrenched pussy with his load. 

he thrusts sharply in you. again and again and again, until his entire length is stretching you and bullying your cunt open, his cockhead slamming into your g-spot over and over until the pangs inside of your pussy start pounding against the inside of your skull. your moans are melting away into incoherent slurred noises, barely gasping out his name.

“sae- sae…! ohhhhh, fuck- fuck, so deep- so hard…” your body shakes, and your voice sounds unrecognizable. sae likes this too much, likes seeing how broken you are because of his own machinations. he grits his teeth, the bed shaking and his pace nearly falling apart, his thrusts messy and awful and everything you need.

you cum with a silent cry. your back arches, and your hands scramble to try to grip onto anything to steady yourself. your fingernails dig into your own flesh, your thighs aching and screaming in pain despite the numbing pleasure that crashes entirely over you. fuck, everything feels so fucking good, and your brain feels like it’s melting out of your ears as your orgasm grips every one of your synapses. tears glide down your face without any restraint, and your sobs echo throughout your ears as you turn into a truly fucked out mess.

sae grunts, his own voice low and muffled, when he feels your cunt clamping down on him and a sudden warmth engulfing his whole cock. his self control wavers when he feels you creaming around him, your pussy milking his cock. it’s like your walls are clinging to every inch, every ridge of his length and refusing to let go, pulsing all around him like you want him to unload inside of you and paint your insides completely white again. of course you do, you’ve been begging for it this entire time. being creampied once by your boyfriend isn’t simply enough for you anymore, sae knows, you need him to do it again and to overwhelm you with his twisted desire.

you gasp when he fucks you roughly through your orgasm. it’s almost too much, your stunned cunt keening with overstimulation when the faint sparks start flying again. sae mutters something you can’t quite pick up, and he slams into you hard, enough to have you recoiling backwards.

his cum explodes inside of you as he hangs his head, his breathing unsteady as he stays buried deep inside of you. it’s as if he wants to drown out shidou’s cum with his own, scalding lines of white cum. it’s blasphemous, how good it feels, and if sae wasn’t feeling so out of body right now, he would be mad at the fact that a mere girl—shidou’s girlfriend, no less—could knock him off of his high throne like this.

you don’t get any reprieve from the whole thing. sae yanks himself out of you the moment his grounded rationale seeps back into his brain, and you whimper in protest. your spent hole feels so empty without a cock to stretch you out, but you feel dazed and heavy and warm. their cum mixing together fills you up, and some of it leaks out of you in a lewd rivulet, dripping in such a tantalizing manner down the flesh of your ass.

sae leans over to grip your face harshly, tilting your face so that you meet his eyes. his hold on you tightens to an almost painful extent when he sees the final remnants of your tears swimming in a clear layer over your puffy eyes, the evaporated marks on your damp cheeks, your lashes wet from everything that you had faced. 

you’re pretty, pretty when you’re stained with cum and tears and all of the filth that sae’s dumped onto you.

shidou slinks up behind him with his usual strange smile, and he snakes his arms over sae’s neck from behind. “what a good show, sae-chan! my girl’s amazing, isn’t she? look at her now… ooh, it makes me want to fuck her all over again.”

sae sucks in a deep breath as he watches shidou prance over to you to press a sickly kiss to your forehead, and his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. shidou peers up at sae as if to mock him when he kisses your eyes, the taste of your salty tears spreading across the inside of his mouth.

it’s irritating. it’s annoying. his cock stirs again, and his lower stomach flares with warmth again.

was this the game shidou had planned from the start? sae didn’t care; the result wouldn’t have changed. the only certain thing now is the way these two men circle you like a pair of vultures descending upon their next meal, the hunger in their eyes primal and filled with an unspoken anticipation. you should be cowering away from the intensity, but you’re right there with them.

shidou giggles as a large hand caresses your bare knee. “that’s a good girl… now that you’ve taken each of us individually and sae-chan’s gotten all nice and warmed up, it’s time to get to the main event, don’t you think?”

“...the way you talk about it like it’s some game makes my skin crawl,” sae’s cold voice sighs. something sticky and hard brushes against your calves when two hands coax your legs open again, and your cunt clenches weakly with arousal, heat licking around your insides shakily. your cunt, still leaking with cum, is bared fully for the two men to enjoy in their own respective ways.

you close your eyes momentarily, your tear-filled vision finally turning to black. 

“ready to take both of us at once?”

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[velnna]

Hey! I love your work! Geninue question. Do you think Astarion would fit more with a Tav OC or a Dark Urge OC? How do you feel about it?

Ehh like with anything Astarion I don't think there's a better or worse fit, I think it really just depends on your preferred "version" of him or headcanons. Also Tav and Durge are pretty flexible so I think there's room for them both to be very satisfying.

NOW for me personally, I prefer Tav 😔 part because I haven't even played that much durge, part because I'm old and jaded and don't have patience for too many angsty plot points in a relationship dynamic.

I'm not interested in evil or ascended Astarion so that's out of the picture, and I like to see him in a dynamic where he CAN just take up all the space he wants and needs to deal with his own demons + have someone who has comparatively less shit going on so that that can be a bit of a team effort.

I get the angle that durge and astarion can sorta bond over a lot of things bc they relate to each other, but I prefer to see someone with an unrelated background so they can navigate stuff that's alien to them too. I'd say I'm more of a person of contrasts - so if Astarion has the big bad murder blood thing going on, I'm more likely to pick him up and put him next to someone who's equipped to deal with it but doesn't have that as a core element themselves.

Idk if this makes sense but alas I remain true to my yapper self

[lovetei]

may u do how the om brothers would act with a bimbo mc who's like ..... scarily dumb 💀 like think Karen Smith x10 (gn mc but i don't remember the gn word for bimbo😭i think it's like thembo or something but im not sure. english isnt my first language so i might have made some mistakes😅)

I think bimbos are cute 🤭🤭

I fully believe getting treated like this by them would solve 99 percent of my problems.

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How would the brothers react to an MC who is a complete bimbo?

Warnings: Grammar errors, spelling errors, no proofreading, readers gender is not specified (even though bimbo is used to degrade a beautiful but unintelligent woman or frivolous young woman, I used "bimbo" in this scenario as someone who's attractive but unintelligent), slight dark themes, slightly deregatory

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

At first, he found you annoying

How come your only solution to problems is "Be pretty"

It's insane how stupid you were, what do you mean you don't know how to spell the orange fruit?

But soon after, he started to find you interesting

After meeting you, he believed that it's not the professionals that are dangerous, it's the newbies

It's interesting how they can never guess what's your next move

When you two got in a more romantic relationship though, he started treating you like a complete child

You would sit on his lap in a meeting while swinging your feet and you asked him, "Luci baby~ what's the investment thing you're talking about? Is that like, shopping?"

He would just chuckle and squeeze your cheek softly, "Don't think about it, little MC don't need to worry their pretty little head over something so trivial~"

MAMMON

Even though people think of him as someone who's as stupid as you

He proves them wrong when he started to act like a complete mature man around you

No funny pranks or anything, he's just taking care of you because "How can his pretty little survive in hell without him, hmm?~"

And you'll just giggle at him and continue clinging on his arm

He would walk around the academy and each time, it's either he's holding you or your stuffs

Some people would find your things on his bag and he'd just shrug it off

Though at first, he thought you as a nuisance

He started to like it how you depend on him so much

"Mams how do I use this??"

"Mams don't leave!~~"

Oh, how his heart speed up whenever you ask him for help for the smallest of things

It's alright, MC, this strong demon will protect this pretty little human.

LEVIATHAN

He hated how you used to look at him like he's some animal in a zoo

"What?? How come little Levi don't like going in parties?!"

With those pretty, glossy lips of yours and that tiny brain in your head.

He hated how you wore your uniform, can't you see how innapopriate your uniform is?!

Is the skirt supposed to be that short?!

Is that shirt supposed to have only three buttons closed?!

Why is your pants so tight?!

But once you got close to him

Oh, the contrast between the two of you made others heart flutter

Other people saw it as "Discord mod x d kitten" in the best way

But his brothers

They saw it as "the nastiest pervert x the prettiest girl"

You don't want to know why

He'll just be there sitting with his arms around your waist grumbling, "Ah, people are so noisy... Let's just stay in my room, okay?"

If that's the only thing he'll say, you might find it normal but of course, he has to say something to ruin it

"This pretty sheep won't refuse me now, will they? After all the snacks and candies I've given them, this pretty sheep will sure come with me, right?"

SATAN

As someone who values knowledge and education more than anyone among the brothers

You must've thought he'll hate you

Well, you're right

At first

Everytime your test exams will come back, he'll be the one to sigh the loudest

But after the tutoring session Lucifer planned for the two of you, to help you increase your scores

It's been different

Well, it's not like you're studying, psh, never

Satan gives you cheat sheets or tells you the answers secretly

He'll be next to you every exam and his hand will secretly on your thighs, or sometimes, even higher

Then he'll caress your skin to tell you the answer

Of course, after exams scores are released you have to give him a reward

One kiss for every correct answer, that's the reward

But since you wished for it, he'll pretend to be a good tutor and act like you really studied instead of cheating

"Ah, my baby is so smart~ look, the only thing you got wrong is the last part! Butt that's okay, it's really hard, especially for someone as innocent as my baby..."

Then he'll pepper your face with kisses

ASMODEUS

You two are a match made in heaven and hell

The moment you arrived with those leopard prints, he knew you two will have fun together

Shipping sprees and all

The internet will break everytime you two post on social media

He'll help you get in the high society of Devildom

And of course, get you a pass to the freakiest parties in hell

You two are practically beasts in parties

The most breath taking clothes and the sexiest proportions, what a combo

And the two of you will drunkly stumble inside the house, well, you will.

He's the only person who knew about you and Satan's little deal too

"Hi my prettiest baby! How's my apprentice doing?!~" He said while squeezing your cheeks

Yes, your cheeks

It doesn't matter if it's the cheeks on your face or your ass

He's squeezing them

BEELZEBUB

He wasn't annoyed or anything

In fact, he's worried for you

"It's okay, MC. I will protect you, just tell me whoever says mean things about you."

He acts like your body guard

Always beside you whenever you have to go by yourself, we'll, not by yourself anymore

Always carrying your bags

Your little make up

Holding your clothes as you shop

Paying for you

Everything, who knew who might take advantage of you if he isn't there

That's not all

He's always carrying you too

"My feet hurts so bad! Beel!"

Is how all of it started

The next day, and so on

Everytime he sees you, he's scooping you up and carrying you on his arms

BELPHEGOR

He knew you were dumb

Please, he has this sense where he can find out if someone is dumb just by hearing them form a sentence

And so far, yours is the most... You know.

He's one of the most manipulative, but also one of the most protective

He hates it when someone else use his dirty tactics on you

But that stop him from doing those dirty tactics on you again

He just loves it when you're so... Naive.

He chuckles everytime you tried to think for yourself once in a blue moon and would ruin it with a,

"Shhh... Don't think about pretty, it's better when you're dumb and dependent."

And you, who sadly didn't take that as an insult, just nodded and made him chuckle even more

Gosh, he wonders how much it will take for you to break.

[do-you-ship-this-comic-ship]

propaganda:

The chemistry. the banter. Being a hacker and bisexual are too coolest things in 1995. The way years later Tim created an entire vr suit/world for Lonnie when he was fully paralyzed so they could team up to defeat DC's darkweb the Ünternet.

(second propaganda is very long so it goes beneath a read more)

Lonnie is the first vigilante peer Tim interacted with and a major part of Tim's first solo detective case before becoming Robin - their histories are connected inside and outside of the comics, as Lonnie was the third Robin that never was and Tim is the third Robin that was. Tim maintains the myth of the Bat and Lonnie works to render the need for it obsolete (despite admiring Batman to a degree) which makes for interesting contrast. Tim's been at least somewhat interested in talking to and understanding Lonnie since their first interaction despite their couple of clashes, offering to discuss Anarchist politics with him, and Lonnie is someone often misunderstood by the wider vigilante community. Their banter is fun when they're up against each other, and Tim arrives at the conclusion that they'd make a good team the second time they meet. Tim makes a few comments here and there about how Lonnie's motivations are right and how his heart's in the right place, proving a sympathy with his cause even if it chafes against Batman's. Later on, Tim saves Lonnie's life when he's about to die after getting trapped attached to a blimp set to explode. Tim saves Lonnie's life again when Lonnie's kidnapped by Ulysses Armstrong at the end of his Robin solo, beforehand starting to correspond with Lonnie to try to track him down and rescue him and then actually rescuing him with Ulysses makes Tim choose between apprehending him and saving Lonnie. Tim in Red Robin shows signs of liking Lonnie, teaming up with him, being very concerned about his well being, even calling him his "best friend" a few times, even if sarcastically. Lonnie uses the fact that Tim understands him and how he operates to convince Tim to let him deal with the Unternet. Tim defends Lonnie's character. There's a lot of potential for the two of them any way you slice it (because there is some rivalry, annoyance, mistrust present), but I think they're people who are both similar enough to each other and different enough from each other in ways that would challenge each other to reflect on aspects of themselves, and there's nothing Tim loves more than someone who challenges him. Lonnie's painfully lonely and often needs others to drag him back down from the clouds when his well-intentioned schemes get out of hand as well as thoughts that he's the only one who can actually save the world, and Tim tends to connect or connect well with others, working well with a team. Lonnie is someone who has big, alternative ideas about society and how to deal with societal issues and has the drive to get things done, which I think would be good for Tim who is so averse to becoming like Batman, and they make nice conversation partners. There's more I could say but this is already getting so long. TL;DR timlonnie sweep forever.

[redvexillum]

O gosh i’ve read Caught for like the 70th time and it never fails to bring me to tears (both good and bad ones) you’re an incredibly talented writer.

Since requests are open I would love to see Alastor with a reader who also works in radio? Or is just a fan of it. Idk wanna see him get lots of compliments and his ego fed ahaha.

Anyway whatever you upload next i’ll be looking forward to >u</ (and if you have a kofi or something would love to send you some tips for all the great content)

Oh my gosh! Thank you for such a lovely comment! I’m super glad that you are enjoying Caught. I’m not confident in my fluff-writing skills, but for you, of course I’ll do it!  Since you didn’t mention if you wanted Radio Demon!Alastor of Human!Alastor, I went with Radio Demon!Alastor because of…EARS!  Also, I referenced a specific scene from Caught, just for fun~ Thanks for the request, and I hope you have fun reading this 'cuz I definitely had a little too much fun writing this! XOXO, RedVexi 💋

summary: you didn't anticipate sending a simple fan letter would grant you an audience with the infamous Radio Demon.

tags: gn!reader, alastor has a slight praise kink, alastor being alastor doing alastor-like thing, fluff if you squint (SFW)

You had never imagined that writing a fan letter to the infamous Radio Demon would lead to an invitation to his radio tower. Yet here you were, sitting across from him in the dimly lit room, the air thick with sinister vibe. The Radio Demon, with his eerie, unblinking red eyes, stared at you, an unsettling wide grin plastered across his face.  

Feeling a chill dripping down your spine, you shrank back slightly, trying to compose yourself. Mustering up a polite smile in hopes of appearing courteous, you were met with an even broader grin from him, his lips stretching unnaturally, almost reaching the corners of his eyes. The sight made your heart pound, a mix of intrigue and fear coursing through your veins.  

Quickly scanning your surroundings, you noted that the radio station was a paradox of cleanliness and… well, almost chaos, much like the way the Radio Demon dressed. The room had a semblance of order, but an undercurrent of disorder kept it from looking perfect. The wine-red curtains were tattered along the edges, barely covering the wide expanse of the window, mirroring the frayed ends of his pinstriped suit.  

Despite this disarray, there was a peculiar precision to the scene. The radio studio’s table and console were immaculate, free of dust and grime, just like the rest of the Radio Demon’s almost dapper, clean-cut appearance. The contrast between the meticulous and dishevelled seemed purposeful, adding to the uncanny and unsettling appearance as a whole.  

“I just wanted to say...” you began, your voice trembling as the Radio Demon leaned forward, his presence suddenly more imposing. “Th-thank you for inviting me over, Mr. Radio-” 

He cut you off with a laugh, his voice laced with a radio filter that had initially caught you off guard when he greeted you. “Oh, call me Alastor!” He offered in a light, jovial tone that seemed jarring to your ears despite his continuous grin plastered across his face.  

“Then…A-Alastor,” you repeated softly, the name feeling heavy and oppressive on your tongue. The demon before you were someone to admire at a distance. He was a powerful Overlord, notorious for his fearsome reputation. Yet, there was something oddly captivating about him, especially in the rare moments when his broadcasts didn’t include the chilling screams of despair from unknown demons. Those were the times you found yourself genuinely enjoying his shows.  

Moreover, it was worth noting that he hadn’t exactly invited you; more like he had summoned one of his demons to practically drag you to his station, leaving you with little to no say in the matter.  

You stared at the two tufts of hair that suspiciously resembled ears. “I’m a big fan of your work,” you said nervously, trying to discern why he had brought you here in the first place. 

His tufts of hair twitched – oh, perhaps they really were his ears. 

Alastor waved his hand dismissively, his eyes rolling to the corner. “Oh, yes! I read your very passionate letter about how you’ve been a long-time fan since you fell down under, haha!” His laughter echoed with a chilling mirth, as if being dammed for eternity was a lighthearted joke.  

Again, you noted that your letter wasn’t exactly passionate, as he so aptly described it. In fact, the letter you had written was reminiscent of the corporate emails you had written when you used to work in Human Resources back when you were alive. You quite simply wished him well and expressed your anticipation for his future broadcasts after his seven-year hiatus. You had been meticulous with your words to keep it cordial and respectful. 

Laughing anxiously alongside him, you forced down the nervous lump that formed in your throat. “W-well,” you stuttered, trying to keep your voice steady, “surely, you must have many adoring fans, so I’m truly thankful that you picked me for a chance to see where all the magic happens,” you said while trying not to cringe on how much you were brown nosing right now.  

Perhaps you should dial it back down a bit.  

But you couldn’t help it, considering how terrified you were being in the same room with an Overlord who had millions of souls in his possession.  

Your shoulders jumped when the chair screeched, and you blinked owlishly as you realized that Alastor had scooted his chair closer to you, so close that your knees were almost touching. “I suppose one could almost say that they are quite fawn of me,” he grinned while waggling his brows.  

“Right,” you said, unsure how to respond to his comment. The room fell into another bout of awkward silence, punctuated by the faint sound of static white noise emanating from Alastor himself. Taking a small, fortifying breath, you decided that the best course of action was to ask (extremely politely) why you were here.

“So, uhm,” you began, leaning back instinctively as Alastor leaned forward, “may I ask why you invited me? Sir? Radi– I mean, Alastor?” You fumbled over the last few words, still nervous about calling him by his name.  

He tilted his head, a fleeting expression of confusion crossing his eyes before his placid look returned. “Well, I would think it’s quite obvious, my dear!” Seeing your blank stare, he elaborated. “I believe it’s only natural to allow you to meet the Radio Star, yours truly, in person, considering how much you absolutely love my work!”  

His grin widened, and his chair screeched again as he scooted even closer until your closed legs were between his open ones. “You can even tell me everything you adore about me,” he said with a dramatic pause, then spread his arms in a theatrical gesture, “in person!” 

You slowly registered his words, turning each one over for any hidden meanings. Were you crazy, or had one of the most powerful Overlords invited you to his radio station personally just so you could…praise him in person?  

Staring into his open expression of glee, you had a feeling that the latter was correct: he basically wanted you to stroke his ego until he reached his glorious release.  

Wow.  

Alright.  

That was something you would have to process later tonight.  

“I’m honoured,” you said, treading carefully to ensure your compliments didn’t appear disingenuous. “Your broadcast is actually quite entertaining and enlightening,” you continued, not missing the way his shoulders trembled with delight at your words.  

“Oh ho, you flattered me, sweetheart! What’s your favourite part?” he encouraged. He stretched his neck forward, his eyes dropped to your lips as he focused all his attention on your next words.  

“Ah, I would have to say all the hot gossip you somehow got your hands on and your choice of music,” you responded honestly, opting for truth rather than crafting lies on the spot.  

Suddenly, he snapped his fingers, and his staff with the mic head floated next to him, playing soft jazz tunes. “Yes, I do admit that I have impeccable taste, yes indeedy!” He grinned widely, his eyes brightening with almost childlike wonder.  

For a fleeting moment, you found yourself thinking he looked kind of, almost, slightly cut– 

You blinked away at the thought immediately. You weren’t going to entertain such notions right now. He was a dangerous Overlord, and any charisma he exuded likely stemmed from his malevolent nature.  

You cleared your throat, trying to push away your embarrassing thoughts. “I also like your voice, it really is made for radio,” you said, leaning forward and letting your inner thoughts slip out, “you were made for radio is what I always…” you trailed off, feeling your cheeks and ears burn as you realized you had blurted out the first thought that came to the forefront of your mind.  

But it seemed you weren’t the only one affected by your words. Alastor’s whole body jolted before visibly shuddering, his grin stretching wider until you worried his lips might actually tear his face in half – quite literally.  

“Do go on,” he purred, the radio filter in his voice was heavy and pronounced.  

The way he stared at you was intense, as if he was trying to rip open your soul and uncover every thought you had about him. The surrounding air crackled with tension, and you felt a shiver reverberating deep within you, right down to your bones.  

“I… I don’t think I’ve missed a single broadcast since I came down here,” you said quietly, unsure if you were imagining it, but it seemed like his face was inching closer to yours. Your hands found purchase on the edge of your seat, gripping it until your hands went numb.  

And then you were certain – Alastor's face was indeed moving closer to yours. “W-what’s happening?” you asked, your voice coming out in a small squeak, overwhelmed with confusion.  

The tip of his nose lightly grazed yours, and Alastor’s eyes widened with an even larger grin. “My dear, it just so happens that I am in desperate need of an assistant as I prepare to make my triumphant return from my hiatus as a radio host!”  

You blinked once, wondering if you were dreaming or high as you were trapped in his ruby red eyes dominating your field of vision. It would be rude to turn your face away from him, right?  

Right? 

This wasn’t normal; the way he easily invaded your personal space was unsettling. “What?” you asked, dumbfounded, struggling to comprehend his sudden proposition while also trying to calm your riotous heart beating uncontrollably from the sudden close proximity with an Overlord.  

Unexpectedly, he grabbed your wrists and pulled you up from the chair. “This job is everything you could wish for!” he exclaimed, releasing one of your wrists to twirl you around in time with the soft jazz music emanating from his mic. “Picture this, my dear! You, slaving away with minimal pay while juggling my every whim!” 

Furrowing your brows, you found his vision of the job far from appealing. You were about to politely decline when he suddenly dipped you low from your back, his hand securely holding the small of your back as his face, once again, hovered closely over yours.  

This would certainly be a romantic gesture if he kept his mouth shut.  

“Oh, the glamour! The glory! And the pay? Well, sometimes money isn’t everything, my dear! For in exchange, you will get the priceless opportunity to bask in the presence of a radio star,” Alastor declared dramatically, raising a brow for emphasis, “yours truly – Every. Single. Day!” 

He pulled you back up from the dip, and as you stood upright, a wave of dizziness washed over you from the sudden change in position. Shaking your head to reorient yourself, you glanced back at the Radio Demon. His hands were now tucked behind his back, and his unnerving grin remained firmly in place.  

“I…uhm…” you stammered, searching for the right words to say ‘no, thank you,’ but the way he stared at you with such expectation dredged up unresolved issues from your past life. You had always struggled to decline in the face of people’s expectation from you.  

“M-may I ask why you are giving me this opportunity?” Your voice pitched higher, desperately seeking a way to say that you preferred to remain his fan from a safe distance.  

“I would think it’s quite obvious,” he said, the tip of his two fingers gently landing below your chin, tilting your head to lock eyes with him. “I wouldn’t give this position to anyone but to my deerest fan, haha!” He laughed boisterously, clearly amused by an inside joke you weren’t privy to.  

“Th-thank you?” you stammered, confused and unsure of what to say.  

“Perfect! You can start first thing tomorrow morning.” Alastor declared, taking a step back. He snapped his fingers, and the same shadow minion that had dragged you here reappeared. They grabbed your hand and began tugging you toward the exit.  

“Wait, what?” you exclaimed, your brain struggling to catch up on what had just happened. The suddenness of it all left you reeling, barely able to process that you had somehow agreed to become Alastor’s assistant.  

“Oh, don’t worry. They’ll make sure you’re safely back home, my dear.” Alastor called out in a whimsical tone as you were ushered out.  

Everything happened in such a whirlwind that it was only when the shadow minion took you back home and your door closed behind you that you blinked twice, slowly. Realization crept up on you – you had just accepted his job offer to become his assistant.  

An assistant to the radio sta – Radio Demon.  

An assistant to a goddamn Overlord. 

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Leather Twink: Part 3

We arrived at the address listed on the flyer, and sure enough, the sounds of laughter, music, and deep voices filled the air. The BEAR party was in full swing, and I could see men of all sizes, all sporting beards and leather gear. John, still in Kevin’s twinky body, seemed nervous but determined.

-“Remember, we have to be smart about this,” I said to him as we approached the entrance. “If Kevin sees us coming, he might run.”

-“Got it, Miss Johnson. Just keep an eye out for my body. I’ll recognize it anywhere,” John replied, his high-pitched voice contrasting sharply with his serious tone.

We walked into the party, and the atmosphere was both welcoming and intimidating. As we made our way through the crowd, I couldn’t help but notice the curious glances aimed at John. Kevin’s skinny frame and youthful looks were clearly out of place among the burly, rugged men.

-“Keep looking around,” I whispered. “He’s got to be here somewhere.”

We wandered through the party, and finally, I spotted him—John’s body, or rather Kevin in John’s body, standing near the bar, laughing and chatting with a group of men. He seemed to be enjoying himself, completely at ease in John’s strong, hairy body.

-“There he is,” I said, pointing discreetly. “How do you want to handle this?”

-“Let’s confront him directly,” John replied, his eyes narrowing. “He’s had his fun. Now it’s time to switch back.”

We made our way over to Kevin, and as we approached, he noticed us. His eyes widened in surprise, but then he smirked, clearly pleased with himself.

-“Well, well, well. Look who decided to crash the party,” Kevin said, his voice deep and confident in John’s body. “Enjoying your new look, John?”

-“Cut the crap, Kevin,” John snapped. “We’re switching back. Now.”

Kevin laughed, a rich, hearty sound that didn’t match his usual demeanor. “Why would I do that? I’m having the time of my life. I mean, look at me! I’m a hit here.”

-“This isn’t a joke, Kevin,” I interjected. “You can’t just steal someone’s body and think it’s okay. We’re here to make things right.”

-“And how do you plan on doing that?” Kevin sneered. “It’s not like you know how to reverse the spell.”

-“Maybe not, but you do,” John said, stepping closer. “And you’re going to do it, or we’ll make sure everyone here knows exactly what you did.”

Kevin’s smirk grew wider, and he leaned back against the bar, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest. “You really think you can threaten me, John? Or should I call you Kevin now?” He laughed again, enjoying the power he wielded in John’s body.

-“You can’t just keep his body,” I insisted. “It’s wrong, and you know it. We’ll figure out a way to reverse it, even if you won’t help.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “I’m sure you’ll try, Miss Johnson. But why would I give up this? Look at these muscles,” he said, flexing his arms. “And this beard? I finally look like a real man, not some scrawny kid.”

-“This isn’t you, Kevin,” John said, his frustration evident. “You don’t belong in my body, and I don’t belong in yours.”

Kevin shrugged. “Well, that’s just your opinion. Personally, I think I’m doing a great job filling your shoes. Or should I say, your harness?” He chuckled, patting the leather strap on his beefy chest.

-“This isn’t funny!” John’s voice cracked, high-pitched with anger. “Give me back my body, Kevin.”

-“Nah, I think I’ll keep it for a while,” Kevin said nonchalantly. “Besides, you’re the one who should get used to your new life. Being young and fit again isn’t so bad, is it?”

John clenched his fists, but I stepped in, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. “Kevin, this isn’t just about you. Think about what you’re doing to John. He can’t live your life, and you can’t live his. It’s not sustainable.”

-“You’ve had your fun, Kevin,” John said, his voice wavering with anger and desperation. “You don’t understand what it means to live in this body, my life. Give it back, now.”

Kevin shook his head, still smirking. “Oh, I understand perfectly. That’s why I’m keeping it. Look at how everyone here respects me, looks up to me. I’ve never felt anything like it.” He ran his hands over his biceps and furry chest, admiring his reflection in a nearby mirror. “And you? You get to see what it’s like to be the small guy for a change. Maybe it’ll be good for you.Besides I have plans tonight, and they involve this body.” He winked at us, a mischievous glint in his eye''.

-“Kevin, please,” John pleaded, his eyes wide and earnest. “This isn’t fair. I can’t live your life. I’m not you.”

-“You’ll manage,” Kevin said dismissively. “Besides, it’s not like I’m leaving you with nothing. You’ve got youth, flexibility, and all that energy. Maybe you should learn to appreciate it more.”

-“Kevin, this has to end,” I said firmly. “You can’t just hijack someone’s life. It’s wrong, and it will catch up to you.”

Kevin shrugged again. “Maybe it will, but not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to enjoy myself.” He turned away, heading back towards the crowd of admiring men. “See you around, John. Or should I say, Kevin.” As Kevin disappeared into the throng of partygoers.

Kevin strutted through the party, reveling in the newfound respect and admiration he garnered in John’s body. The heavy bass of the music thrummed through the floor, vibrating through his powerful frame. As he walked, he felt the eyes of the men around him, envious and appreciative. It was intoxicating.

Kevin made his way to the men’s room, feeling an urgent need to relieve himself. He pushed open the door, the noise of the party muffled instantly. The restroom was a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere outside—quiet and dimly lit. He approached the mirror, turning to face his reflection.

“Damn, I look good,” he muttered to himself, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

He flexed his biceps, admiring the rippling muscles under the skin. His new beard added an extra layer of ruggedness, something he’d never been able to achieve in his own body.

“This is how I was meant to be,” he thought, running his hands over the coarse hair covering his chest and stomach.

Kevin then turned to the urinal, unzipping his jeans. The sensation of his new equipment.

''Oh boy I'm loving this thing too much''.“I finally look like a real man,” he said to his reflection, a smirk playing on his lips. “Who knew being a Bear could feel this good?” He flexed again, admiring his broad shoulders and powerful chest, covered in a thick pelt of hair. “Man, I’m a beast,” he said, chuckling to himself.

Just as he was finishing his moment of self-admiration, the door swung open, and John stormed in, his eyes blazing with anger. The sight of his own former body behaving so arrogantly made his blood boil.

-“Kevin!” John’s high-pitched voice echoed off the tiles. “We need to talk.”

Kevin turned, a smug expression on his face. “Oh, look who’s here. The twink trying to act tough.” He stepped closer to John, towering over him.

“Face it, John. I’m stronger than you, more respected, and better looking in this body. What do you have to offer? Look at you, all scrawny and hairless. How does it feel to be in that skinny twink body, huh? You know, I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have all this power. Being the big, strong bear of the neighborhood. And now that I have it, I’m not in any hurry to give it back.”

-“You don’t understand what it means to be me,” John snapped. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Kevin’s eyes glinted with amusement. “I think I’m handling it just fine. Maybe you should get used to being at the bottom of the food chain for a change.” He chuckled, looking John up and down. “Literally.”

John’s patience snapped. He lunged at Kevin, pushing him against the wall. “You can’t just take my life!” he shouted.

Kevin, using John’s superior strength, easily shoved John back. “Oh, really? Because it looks like I already have.” He moved forward, grabbing John by the collar. “Maybe you should learn your place, little man.”

John struggled against Kevin’s grip, his smaller body no match for the brute strength of his former one. But his determination didn’t waver.

“This isn’t over, Kevin,” he growled. “I will get my body back.”

Kevin smirked, leaning in close. “I’d like to see you try,” he whispered, before shoving John away and turning back to the mirror. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some business to attend to in your body!.”

John watched, helpless and furious, as Kevin turned his back on him. He could see the pure enjoyment Kevin took in his body. John lunged again, grabbing Kevin’s beefy, hairy chest with both hands, trying to pull him back.

“You’re not walking away from this!” he shouted, his fingers digging into the dense hair and firm muscle.

Kevin growled, the sensation of John’s hands on his chest sending a shiver of unexpected pleasure down his spine. He shoved John hard, sending him stumbling back against the wall.

“You think you can fight me?” Kevin taunted, flexing his chest muscles, the hair bristling under his touch.

“I’m a man now. You’re just a bottom twink.”

John’s face flushed with anger and humiliation. “I’m still me, and I’m not giving up!” He charged at Kevin again, this time managing to land a punch on Kevin’s jaw.

Kevin staggered but quickly recovered, his new body’s resilience surprising him. He grabbed John by the shoulders, easily lifting him off the ground and slamming him against the wall.

“You’re out of your league, John,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Face it, you’re at the bottom now.” Kevin still held John firmly against the wall, his new muscles rippling with power. He smirked down at John, who struggled weakly in his grip. The contrast between their bodies was stark—Kevin’s newly acquired, rugged, hairy frame and John’s lithe, smooth-skinned one.

“You know, John,” Kevin said, his voice a low growl, “you should really get used to this body. Because you’re going to be in it for a while.”

Kevin pressed his lips against his, kissing him forcefully. John’s eyes widened in shock as he felt the unfamiliar sensation of his own rough beard brushing against his smooth fneck. Kevin’s hands roamed over John’s slender frame, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. The musky scent of sweat and cologne filled the air. John’s mind raced, a mix of anger, confusion, and an unsettling thrill coursing through him. He tried to push Kevin away, but his smaller body was no match for the raw strength he once possessed. Kevin’s hands moved down to John’s waist, pulling him even closer, their bodies pressed tightly together. John could feel the coarse hair on Kevin’s chest rubbing against his smooth skin, an alien and disconcerting sensation.

Kevin broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker. “How does it feel, John? To be kissed by your own body? To be held by these strong, hairy arms?”

“You’re sick, Kevin,” John struggled to catch his breath, his face flushed with a mixture of anger and something he couldn’t quite identify.

Kevin laughed softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Oh, I’m just getting started.” He leaned in again, his lips brushing against John’s ear. “You might as well enjoy it. After all, this is your new reality.”

John felt a shiver run down his spine as Kevin’s breath tickled his ear. He hated how powerless he felt, how easily Kevin could dominate him in this new form. Kevin’s hands moved up to cup John’s face, forcing him to look into his own eyes.

“Look at you,” Kevin murmured, his voice soft but filled with condescension. “So weak, so smooth. You’re nothing like the man you used to be. I am.”

Summoning all his strength, he pushed back against Kevin’s chest, trying to break free from his grip. Kevin tightened his hold, his smirk widening.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he taunted. “Not so fast. I think you need to learn a lesson about what it means to be (at) the bottom.”

The thick hair on Kevin’s arms and chest scratched against John’s soft skin, and the scent of sweat and leather filled his nostrils, overwhelming him.

Kevin slapped John's twinky ass before ramming his old thick cock deep into him, making him yell.

Both were moaning, the grunts and growls keeping them going. Kevin’s powerful thrusts left John gasping, his smaller frame unable to resist the overwhelming force. Kevin's muscles flexed with each movement, dominating John’s former body with a ruthless intensity.

Finally, with a low, guttural growl, Kevin released his load deep into John. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and humiliation that left John trembling. Kevin dropped John to the ground with a grin on his face, standing over him triumphantly.

"You see, John? This is what it means to be on the bottom," Kevin sneered. "You better get used to it."

"And don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy that," he taunted. "I know this body well. I know what turns it on. Maybe deep down, you like being on the bottom more than you thought."

John watched, helpless, as Kevin strutted out of the restroom. He could feel the sting of Kevin's words, the humiliation of being dominated in his own body. He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of determination well up inside him.

''That fucking Twink!''

John walked out of the restroom, tired but his mind racing. He needed a plan, something more than just brute force. He found Miss Johnson waiting for him near the bar, her eyes filled with concern.

-"What happened in there?" she asked, her voice low but urgent.

"Kevin happened," I replied.

As John and Miss Johnson navigated through the pulsating crowd at the BEAR party, they noticed a makeshift dance floor in the center of the venue.

Kevin had seamlessly integrated into the atmosphere, drawing attention with his newfound physique and confident demeanor. John clenched his jaw, feeling a surge of frustration and determination. If Kevin wanted to flaunt his stolen body, John would show him what true ownership looked like.

Without hesitation, John stripped off his shirt, revealing his slender yet defined torso. Miss Johnson looked at him with concern. This was a battle that needed to be fought on every front.

Kevin noticed John's bold move and smirked, his eyes gleaming with challenge. He, too, removed his shirt, exposing his rugged, hairy pecs as he made them bounce and bounce. The contrast between them was undeniable, but John refused to be intimidated.

Kevin smirked, his eyes locking onto John's with a mix of challenge and amusement. "Well, well, well, look who's ready to dance," he taunted, his voice carrying over the pounding beat. "You might have lost your body, John, but can you keep up with me ''boy''?"

The dance battle escalated, each dancer feeding off the energy of the crowd. They circled each other, mirroring movements and responding to unspoken challenges. The spectators held their breath, caught up in the electrifying tension between the two men.

Kevin smirked, his voice a low growl over the music, “You sure you can keep up in that scrawny body of yours, John?”

''Watch it old man'', “I’ll show you what real agility looks like,” he shot back, his voice steady with determination.

As the music reached its climax, John and Kevin converged in the center of the dance floor. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their chests rising and falling with exertion. With a shared glance, they launched into a synchronized finale.

The crowd erupted into applause!

To Kevin's surprise, John stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Kevin's big, hairy body. Kevin tensed at first, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture.

"What are you doing?" Kevin asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

John looked up at him with a soft smile. "Your big, hairy body is made for cuddles," he replied simply.

Kevin hesitated for a moment, then relaxed, his arms instinctively wrapping around John in return. As they held each other, Kevin felt the softness of John's head against his chest, the silky strands of hair tickling his skin. John nestled against his broad, hairy chest.

"Yeah," Kevin agreed quietly. "Maybe my former body wasn't so bad after all."

Miss Johnson watched them with a gentle smile.

"Okay, let's do this," Kevin said finally, pulling back slightly but keeping his hands on John's shoulders. "I think I know how to reverse the spell."

John nodded, a mixture of relief and anticipation washing over him. "Let's give it a shot," he replied, his voice tinged with optimism.

They faced each other, hands clasped together as Kevin began to recite the incantation. The air around them shimmered with a faint glow, the magic of the spell weaving through the space between them. They could feel the energy swirling around them, a tangible force that seemed to bridge the gap between their bodies.

As Kevin finished the incantation, a brilliant flash of light enveloped them both. John felt a tingling sensation wash over him, a strange yet familiar feeling.When the light faded, they opened their eyes simultaneously, staring at each other in astonishment.

Kevin blinked, looking down at his own hands, then up at John. "We… we're back," he murmured.

John touched his own face, feeling the familiar beard and the contours of his own body. A grin spread across his face as he realized the truth. "Man, it's good to be back," he said, his voice filled with relief as he made his pecs bounce.

''Dude stop that doing that I just left that.'' Kevin glanced at John with a twinge of disappointment.

"I, I kind of liked having your bear body," he confessed with a small grin. "But I guess I'll just have to get used to my own again."

John chuckled, punching Kevin lightly on the arm. "Don't get too attached next time," he teased. "You've got your own body to love."

As they rejoined the party, the music and laughter surrounded them once more. Kevin and John shared a relieved smile.

You know, Kevin," John said, "we should hang out more often."

"Really?! Yeah, I think that's a great idea, John… "I guess I can't miss your body too long, huh?

John laughed, shaking his head. ''Maybe I should lent you it some times, temporarily ofcourse. I bet being back in your own skin feels pretty good."

Kevin nodded, "It does, but I have to admit, your body had its perks too. Kinda grew on me."

John raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Oh yeah? Enjoyed the bear life, huh?"

Kevin chuckled, glancing down at John's sturdy frame. "Can't deny it. It was nice having all that strength and fur. But," he added with a grin, "I think I'll stick to being a twink for now."

John laughed heartily, clapping Kevin on the shoulder. "Fair enough. It suits you."

As they bantered, John shifted slightly, a puzzled expression crossing his face. "You know, speaking of bodies, I gotta ask—why does my ass feel so sore?" He turned to Kevin, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

Kevin's grin widened mischievously. "Oh, well, you might want to get that checked out by a doctor," he replied teasingly.

John's irritation was palpable. "Seriously, Kevin, what did you do with my body while you were in it?"

Kevin held up his hands defensively, still smiling. "Hey, nothing harmful! Just had a little fun, you know? Went to a party, danced a bit

"Danced a bit? That's it?"

Kevin chuckled, nodding. "Well, let's just say your body got a workout."

''A few hours earlier''

THE END

[gancegancerevo]

Rides to Lake Silberneherze Thoughts

It was great. The second major visit to Kjerag sees us return three years after the previous event to see how the nation has built itself up after the Saintess reforms the political system of Kjerag and accepts the Silverash clan’s plans to open the country to outsiders.

Degenbrecher is the main selling point of the event in my opinion and damn did they work hard to make her appealing. She’s not only very strong, very skilled, very pretty, and a lot less long-winded than the other politicians, she’s also got her own story. It’s quite beautiful to see someone immigrate to a new country and have it just be a story of finding a home you can settle with. She’s the kind of character who’s physically strong enough to survive hardship. And in a sense, she is emotionally strong as she does not hold any grudges against her old nations. Probably in part because she’s beaten up the ones she needs to and let go of what she doesn’t need. She’s very much her own person and she herself has decided she wants to stay in Kjerag as one of its people. Makes you think about all the immigrants who makes their homes in new countries and how that experience is unique to them.

Leto was adorable in this event. The way she takes everybody she passes by and makes them her friends is hilarious and wonderful. It’s also great that they made her a competent field operator. She was able to sense and threaten a Trillby Asher all by herself even if that went awry. She also knew when to call up her superiors when she needed help.

One of the best parts about her arc here is how they turn the classic father-daughter reunion on its head. Because for one, Tatyova, her mother, is alive and well. And seems to be perfectly capable of continuing to care for Leto. Leto ultimately doesn’t care about her father, as she should. Arctosz’s decision to make his family leave for political safety makes it obvious that he knows nothing about the wider world. His privileged upbringing means he has no idea about how others would treat a single mother and what it means for a child to grow up without a father. The thing that really brings it into perspective for me is the attack on Chernobog. If you don’t know how bad it was, read the Ursus Student Group side stories. It makes every excuse Arctosz make seem extra moronic. This story takes the “looking for a long lost father” trope and makes it an ode to all the mothers who had to deal with single-parenthood themselves.

Harold is quite interesting. He’s your classic bumbling high-spirited old man except he’s also a Victorian military officer. Like Degenbrecher, he’s someone who also adjusts well to Kjerag life finding work as a veterinarian and doing old man things. In spite of this, he remains loyal to Victoria and when told that he would need to attack the people he’s lived with for months, he ultimately sides with his country. This is an interesting contrast to bring in this story. About how some people would throw away their old countries while others would remain loyal. Though overall, he was just fun to watch. Especially when paired with Leto or others who humor him.

By far my favorite part of visiting Kjerag is seeing the Saintess and Enya and Kjarr do not disappoint.

Before I gush about yuri though, I should say I love how Enya, and especially her relationship with  Enciodes has evolved. She’s much more active in the goings-on of the nation and is willing to use the Saintess as a state official rather than just a ceremonial position. She and Enciodes managed to separate their personal lives from their work in nation-building and it’s so interesting to see it play out. Enya inserting herself when Enciodes tries to avoid more direct interactions. The whole banquet scene with Harold. It was great especially when they both admit that the Head of the Silverash clan and the Saintess have a similar vision and plan for Kjerag’s development and both go silent when others ask about the relationship between Enya and Enciodes Silverash as siblings.

Enya and Kjarr have to be the most wife and wife coded characters I’ve seen in Arknights so far. Like a pair well into their golden years, they have a mutual respect and trust of one another while still disagreeing on some issues. There’s also that sense of both of them playing an active role in the relationship rather than the usual one stays at home and one works sort of dynamic. I especially like when Kjarr is like “babe, are you sure I shouldn’t use my god powers?” and Enya keeps insisting that they can’t rely on god to fix things for them. And of course the eternal pestering of Kjarr for a statue adjustment. If she can’t ask Enya for it, she’ll let Degenbrecher and the Trillby Asher do it. I always love Enya and Kjarr and this has cemented my favorite Kjerag dynamic even more.

Lastly, I really appreciate the way they included the Doctor this time. It’s not the take control of a situation you’ve only been aware of for a few hours. Instead, they made reasonable assumptions about what others are plotting and taking a few small steps to push pieces into the best place possible. Kinda like how they can’t rely on Kjeragandr, they also can’t rely on the Doctor of Rhodes but that doesn’t mean either of them can’t do one small move themselves.

P.S. What do you mean Kjerag has a battleship under Lake Silberneherze. Though it might be more shocking that Enciodes expressed approval of Sciurus before Ratatos did AND that Ratatos liked Sciurus naming the battleship Walnut to mess with her kids.

[marshmallowprotection]

The Mc in another story (if you decide to do Ray’s route at least) is bold as hell, heading to an undisclosed secondary location and the first thing they do is flirt with the random guy that brought them there in the first place.

“Do you have any questions about the game?”

“How do I pursue you, Ray?”

They wasted NO TIME, they were charmed by that man from the start 😭

I’m rambling but do you think GE ever reflects on their first encounter. Like Mc is so bold but also really endearing 😭

Oh, it actually comes up quite a few times in narration. Suit Saeran points out how stupid you were to go to a secondary location in his last phone call with you. The fact Suit Saeran says what he does at the end of the route tells me that you two are bound to have a longer conversation about safety when GE Saeran has time to breathe and think about the scope of not only what Suit Saeran and Ray did, but what you did. Why did you trust them like that?

Ray may not outright say it himself, but he didn't expect you to go along with him at first, and that's why he had contingency plans set up. He thought you would think twice about trusting him, even if he was gentle in his approach. That's a contrast against Suit Saeran and his full awareness into the matter.

I genuinely think GE Saeran is going to tell you, "My love, I know you trust people without a second thought... but in the future, let's try to think carefully before we get into unmarked cars, okay? I'm happy to know you trusted me but next time, don't trust people who do that to you. My intentions weren't the best but I can't imagine the next guy'll be any better... so, if someone asks, make sure you talk to me about it first. I can hand off that information to Saeyoung and he'll take care of it, okay?"

[kaphzzz]

so i saw a couple posts about how arthur is sexist and racist and i'm not defending him because ive got a filter on but i do think some things are debatable. a few things got blown out of proportion and overanalysed i think.

first off i agree by today's standards hes definitely got some views to correct such as gender roles and not resorting to telling a woman to go to the kitchen as an insult, but at that time hes about as feminist as you get from a man. he says he doesnt think women and men are all that different, and he doesnt show any doubt at all regarding the capabilities of the women in the gang. many times hes expressed his belief that the women such as tilly or mary beth are skilled and capable of fending for themselves. he frequently shows his vulnerable side to the women in camp. when sadie made it firm that she wanted to be a fighter he allowed her to do it, barely even hesitated. i think he only mocked her because hes irritated at the commotion she and pearson caused in the middle of the camp, and also when isnt he sarcastic?

about the womens suffrage march: yeah he goes only because he's getting paid but he doesnt mock them for their cause and isnt afraid to be seen among them or to be perceived as an ally to their cause. considering the amount of angry men gathered at the protest who would have died of shame if anyone thought they were allies to feminism i think the contrast is clear enough.

'arthur as a lover would force gender roles' i genuinely dont think he would. the girls in the gang do chores because ms grimshaw is in charge of them and arthur has nothing to do with it, hes in fact more assured of their mission success when the girls are involved. he trusts sadie in a fight with his life. he meets charlotte and offers to teach her, without her asking him, to handle a gun to hunt and be independent, not once does he tell her to go back to her cozy life in the city or find another man to rely on beyond offering to get her somewhere she can get food. he goes out of his way to help mary, even when he realises he has nothing to gain from it. these are his views on what a woman should or shouldnt do and it wont change just because said woman is his partner. and i dont even ship him and sadie but i totally get it, i think he'd love a woman who can handle herself both in life and in a fight. this is also why so many people thought he had insane chemistry with black belle and there are even fanworks out there of the two. he doesnt get to meet too many but he's nothing but impressed and respectful when he meets a strong woman. and sure, if his partner is and just wants to be a wife in a traditional wife role, arthur'd be totally fine with it, he'd probably love to have someone stay in their home caring for it and waiting for him. but i also think he wouldnt be opposed to someone who can accompany him when hes out and about and who he can entrust his life to either.

'he lost his temper at mary' okay why wouldnt anyone? thats an understandable reaction for anyone in the circumstances. he's gone to meet who is probably the only person he has ever loved romantically and still loves, and all she does is criticise him for his outlaw lifestyle while at the same time expecting him to help her using the skills he gained from that life. im not going to say shes using him or being manipulative but it comes close, which is a whole other debate and i dont want to get into it but mary isn't in the right either. they talk to each other as equals too, their argument and the way they talk to each othet just supports that. when he got angry he realises his mistake and tries to calm himself down immediately when mary tells him to be kind to her. any truly sexist man who believes in a man's role in a relationship wouldnt even have listened. there were and are enough men in relationships who dont listen to their female partners or accept criticism from them or would even escalate the situation but arthur is not one of them.

about him being racist - this is a no brainer honestly he wasnt racist in 1899 and not racist now. sure you can say hes ignorant and uneducated on racism issues but thats not the same as being racist or accusing him of racism. the only thing i see people have to support the racism argument is that he referred to javier as a 'greaser' during the boat heist, but thats i think the only time he says a slur and thats only because he's got a role to play and hes simply saying whatever the manager expected from his act. he thinks of javier as family and all of the non white people in the gang too, quite obviously.

and lastly yes i agree hes a flawed person, charles calls him out on not wanting to help the germans or the tribe of his own will, lenny calls him out on not realising that the south is dangerous for him and tilly and charles to be in, in fact many people put him in his place by telling him exactly where hes wrong. he is often offending people whether he means to or not, and in certain situations quick to lose his temper or resort to violence, but he is also a kind and caring and sensitive person. i dont think we need to be squinting so hard between the lines to know that hes a good person when he doesnt have to be the violent brute dutch shaped him into for the gang.

so anyway i totally agree hes not some pure pookie wookie cinammon roll capable of no wrong and definitely has a lot of flaws besides the crimes, but i dont think racism or sexism are among them.

everyone has their own understanding of a character, i dont normally want to get involved in debate but if anyone does want to discuss then do but keep it civil

[oscconfessions]

i say this with a lot of bias, but knife should’ve gotten eliminated instead of soap. they basically serve the same purpose in mic’s arc, to oppose taco and remind microphone of how she should be playing the game, but soap would’ve done it better.

she’s already established to be close to microphone. her personality also contrasts taco’s much harder, which i could honestly rant about for hours on end but. i wont. also, her “follow your heart speech” did so much for mic’s arc despite her being eliminated, imagine what she could’ve done while in the game!

knife isnt a bad character in the slightest, soap just would’ve done what he did but better. she would’ve provided a much more direct source of conflict for microphone and taco, given that she’s basically the source of mic’s whole “following your heart” thing. soap also doesn’t directly oppose taco’s beliefs about murder/injury being okay (and actually seems to enjoy hurting people for the sake of the game), which could’ve also fueled mic’s inner conflict with listening to her heart.

also soap staying in for longer would’ve given her the opportunity to continue her arc, maybe even changing her from a half-baked ableist caricature to a somewhat decent representation of ocd/germophobia, but i digress. truthfully, i dont know how she would’ve affected the alliance’s arc in comparision to knife, so maybe that could be a reason why he would work better in ii than her. someone who knows more than me could talk about how soap would’ve affected them in knife’s place if they want to.

so um yeah. soap is so awesome and should’ve stayed in. this is not knife neg btw he’s my blorbo-in-law

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sorry i'm still thinking about "are you asking or making me?" i do think like. obviously louis resents armand a little bit for saying no but i also think he resents him for NOT saying no. for instead saying are you asking or making me, a Complete opposite of the last time he asked a vampire more powerful than him to turn someone for him. but while with lestat, louis was the one begging, here armand absolutely puts him on his back foot with a single sentence in which he surrenders the power louis is asking him to wield to LOUIS. permission not to beg, a power that's also a reminder that that power is completely artificial. yet it's still there! we see in san fransisco when armand asks questions like this he will absolutely do what louis Tells him to. but it's something that's entirely dependent on armand. he can only concede that power because he has it to begin with, and when he asks are you asking or telling, it puts louis in a position of power in which he can also abuse that power, which. i do think he'd like to think of himself as someone who never would, not after lestat, while lestat in contrast was asked directly by louis to turn claudia, was begged to, and he absolutely did Not have to say yes. but he did, just because louis asked.

armand's single question tempts to paint louis in this light he'd despise at the same time as making armand exempt to actually answer yes or no. it makes louis seem like a bully for asking at all when armand concedes the power of his own free will to him. of course he can't make him! he wouldn't! but that's not what he was doing! he was Asking armand. to do this thing for him. because, well. love <3 and armand refuses to answer! instead he warps the function of a question at all into something he doesn't have to answer! to actually engage with as a person with free will and responsibility for that free will! i think he'd much rather be told what to do because then he can't be held responsible for it. life feels a whole lot safer to live when he doesn't have to grapple with his own innocence or guilt in his 500 years of living a life full of crossroads and judgement calls and decisions. every decision he has or hasn't made in 5 centuries. like even in this last episode, he's admitting his guilt to daniel in the same breath as saying he couldn't stop it, there wasn't anything he could do, but also louis forgives him! like just because he doesn't want power or responsibility he thinks it means.... he doesn't have it? just because he's willing to verbally and even actionably cede his power to someone else, it means he isn't culpable. even though he can only cede it Because he has it in the first place, arguably more than anyone else in the situation.

the mental gymnastics he will go through to maintain his innocence in a given situation is crazyyy like talk about victim complex personified. but i also think it's one of the few genuine things about him. he actually looks relieved when louis' answer to his question is that it's okay. i won't make you. the last time his free will was truly stripped of him was so so long ago but his victimhood is also frozen in time forever. that wound of a more genuine powerlessness was never healed, not in 500 years, and it's easier to just stay in the open, festering shape of it than try to heal and grow around it into something new, even though it already has whether he liked or not, also without his say. i don't think he knows how to exist in that shape because he never chose it himself.

it is just delicious to me. loumand power dynamics are crazy but they can be so much crazier when contrasted directly with loustat. with loustat, lestat is clearly the one with the power in the dynamic but he also more often genuinely gives in to louis just because. just out of love. he does abuse that power too just like armand, but with loumand, armand more often directly puts the power of their dynamic into louis' hands, but it's only By backing him into a corner with questions like this. are you asking or making me. i won't say no to you. you can either make me or keep your mouth shut. and, well. more often than not he just doesn't ask at all. better to remain silent than to put himself in a position in which he'd have to beg ever again.

[rhaegang]

i know it's an overdone trope but... persephone felix and hades oliver, what are your thoughts?

My thoughts are YES. There’s just a massive stack of different myths to play with where these saltboys can easily be involved, but this one is such a core myth, you know?? And it’s pretty obvious that a lot of the appeal of cattonquick is the duality and the contrasts — light and dark, big and small, extrovert and introvert etc. That’s obviously true of this myth, too.

I think it would be extremely interesting to see someone approach it from the reverse, also. Hades certainly has more power in their dynamic, and draws Persephone into an entire realm that’s foreign to her, that would come with its own customs etc. I can definitely see Saltburn as the underworld and Oliver as a fairly innocent but sharp-tongued Persephone whose darkness is only awakened by proximity to the beautiful, congenial, yet callously cruel and selfish Felix / Hades…???

I love how it could work either way for them, and that makes my brain buzz with how they are! The same! Somehow! I don’t know how Emerald, Barry & Jacob did it but they fully managed to convince me that Oliver and Felix are the same person split into two bodies with two wildly different upbringings. Not even twins separated at birth kind of thing, but one soul cleaved in two. They seem!!! So different!!! But I don’t believe it. I believe they are Enmeshed. They are made of the same stuff, somehow.

(though wouldn’t it be fun to do like, a historic fantasy where Queen Elspeth birthed two boys and they disposed of the smaller quieter babe to avoid any disputes over who would be the heir…but instead of killing the boy, a guard or the wet nurse sold it to a modest merchant whose wife had given him four lovely daughters but who was still in need of a son…and one day that merchant’s son happens to save the prince from a runaway carriage or something and is summoned to the castle keep…)

Anyway. Back to Hades & Persephone.

Oliver doesn’t mind his work. It’s consistent, it’s predictable, it’s necessary. He has plenty of time to himself, and he has all the knowledge of the ages available to him — any scholar who has ever lived has also died or will one day, and their great minds are available for his perusal.

But it is cold, and sometimes much too quiet, and he’s so very tired of being merely tolerated by the other gods. He works hard, much harder than many of them, and he deserves recognition and respect. He deserves more than their disdain and rejection.

He knows saying this would matter little. If he wants something, he’ll have to make it happen for himself. After all — he works hard. Why shouldn’t he benefit from his own efforts now and then?

Felix is naive and trusting, and much too loose-tongued when he’s drunk. He says more than he ought to, considering that Oliver is a stranger to him, but he’s sun warm and charming and no one would ever, ever think to hurt him — he’s a child of Demeter and Zeus!

So he says more than he ought to, including that he is so very, very bored by making things grow. He doesn’t want to do Demeter’s work all the damn time. He’s tired of being forever gilded by the sun, of being enrobed in the cloying scent of fresh flowers, of the adoration of every living thing.

“…and what if you were adored by a dead thing?”

It’s such a strange question, and Felix is so drunk, cheeks and mouth flushed with wine, that he laughs.

He laughs, but when Oliver beside him does not laugh, Felix turns to look at him properly.

And he sees, very briefly, the shadow of a great scythe. He sees, for a mere moment, those sharp blue eyes embedded in a death mask, suspended in dark and empty sockets of bleached bone.

What falls from Felix’s mouth is not a laugh, then, but a gasp.

Terror grips him, and it makes him tremble, and everyone knows he’s easily scared. Everyone knows that, so later, everyone believes that he must have been too scared to run. He must have been too frightened to fight back.

Everyone understands that it isn’t Felix’s fault that he disappears, that in his absence the growing things stop growing, that the warm sun turns its face away, that winter comes for the very first time. It’s much easier to blame Oliver, the strange one, the Other, for all that. It’s easier to believe that Oliver must have taken Felix away than it is to believe he simply left of his own accord.

It’s easier for everyone to believe that, but only because they’ve never been to where Oliver comes from. They’ve never felt the calm, the cold, the peace of the place. And they’ve never felt how it feels to have Oliver’s complete, rapturous attention, to be preferred over all others by He who knows every soul that’s ever lived. They’ve never felt how it feels to be held in the arms that will one day reap the entire world.

They have never kissed him and tasted their own oblivion.

They know nothing, and that’s why they believe they must bring Felix back to where they think he belongs.

But Felix eats, willingly, fed from Oliver’s hand, and he will wait. He will lie naked in the summer fields and let himself grow sun warm again, let the scent of flowers cling to his skin, let the vibrating, screaming chaos of all this busy life sink in and swell inside himself. He’ll soak up the love of the living, and then some day soon, he’ll spill all of it into Oliver, empty himself out like an upturned bottle of wine, a ready vessel waiting to be filled up again with something new.

Something quiet, and cold. Something that terrifies him. Something he chose.

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What did you think of that Matty Healy New Yorker profile? 👀

I've a lot of thoughts about this profile - and another ask where I'll talk about him more generally.

The article came out late evening New Zealand time - so I had an experience I've had a few times of seeing stuff as I'm going to bed, before anyone has reacted to it - and knowing I'll wake up to the reaction.

And in this case I was fascinated by the profile - but also could very clearly see how bits of it would be understood and the negative response that's coming. I want to focus on what was to me the most interesting part of the interview and which I could see that people were going to hate:

“But it doesn’t actually matter. Nobody is sitting there at night slumped at their computer, and their boyfriend comes over and goes, ‘What’s wrong, darling?’ and they go, ‘It’s just this thing with Matty Healy.’ That doesn’t happen.” “Maybe it does,” I said. “If it does,” he said, “you’re either deluded or you are, sorry, a liar. You’re either lying that you are hurt, or you’re a bit mental for being hurt. It’s just people going, ‘Oh, there’s a bad thing over there, let me get as close to it as possible so you can see how good I am.’ And I kind of want them to do that, because they’re demonstrating something so base level.”

I am much more sympathetic to this than most commentary I've seen, but before I explain why I'll say the ways that I think is not true - and also not a reasonable thing for Matty Healy to say.

Because my very first thought when reading this was - 'Matty Healy, who are you to call someone mental?' And more than a statement about how he navigates the world (although it's not not that) - by that I mean - he is obviously someone who is fascinated by the fan performer relationship. He is fascinated with and his whole career is based on the way fans give meanings to performers. He's talked a lot about that feeling himself. Of course Matty Healy has meaning to people - of course there have been people (with and without boyfriends) slumped over their computers, because they have an emotional reaction to what he said. It's both childish and absurd to pursue stardom and a fandom for decades and then respond to people having a problem with your actions by claiming that nobody should think you're that important.

But the other way to take 'who are you to call other people a bit mental Matty Healy?' is to take the sting out of the idea. If I'm a little bit mental, and so is Matty Healy, and his fans - if the assumption is that everyone is a little bit mental in one way or another (which is certainly a basic assumption to how I navigate the world) - then I read what he said in another way. I think that Matty Healy was saying something that is interesting, resonant, and not always articulated.

What he is saying about false outrage - of people wanting to get close to and claim a personal stake in certain sorts of controversy - that resonated with me - as I've watched the different ways on-line dynamics play out.

I first thought about this in terms of amplification. I remember when the first Hunger Games movie came out and Jezebel ran a piece about people (none of whom had very many followers) who tweeted about caring less about the Rue character, because she was black. Writing that article greatly increased the number of people who saw these tweets. I think that decision can be defended (although I suspect it was made on clickbait terms - rather than principled ones). But what I found indefensible was that afterwards the journalist tweeted something like 'Oh no I really hope Amandla Stenberg doesn't hear who don't care about Rue'. I thought then you can't have it both ways - you can't bring terrible things to a wider audience and then act as if the fact that more people know about them now has nothing to do with you. (I thought of this when I saw people blaming Taylor for the fact that teenage girls knew about the porn site mentioned in the podcast)

But it's not just about amplification - the dynamic Matty Healy names is a very real and human one. I've always been very suspicious of the politics of designating an individual man 'a sexist' or an individual white person 'a racist'. It suggests that they want to treat racism and sexism as things that are rare, unusual, and reside in the individual. And often this is part of erasing and denying their own racism. I think there's some of that going on here - particularly at some of the hyperbolic reactions from white people. Such as claiming Taylor was making them unsafe by inviting Matty Healy to Eras shows (the idea that what we know of Matty Healy's behaviour would make him stand out as dangerous in a crowd of 70,000 Americans - is totally disconnected from reality).

One of the reasons I find what Matty Healy said so interesting - is because I think it and don't say it. I often get anons who express very strong emotions that I just don't believe. They'll say they're outraged or offended or something, and it just doesn't ring true. I wouldn't frame it the way Matty Healy does - as getting close to the bad thing. I have always thought it in stan terms - anons are performing outrage as part of black and white thinking of standom. But I really like Matty Healy's framing.

If I was being generous with myself I'd say the reason I don't say anything is that I could be wrong - and for me 'what is the impact if I'm wrong' is quite a big factor in how I behave. Taking a risk that I'm telling people that their offense isn't real is something that I'm cautious about. But what this does mean is that I am part of creating and promoting something really false - and I do think that promoting that false idea of the politics of being offended is damaging - it's not something that I want to do. (For those who are new here and haven't seen me link to it dozens of times before, I think Racism is a system of oppression not a series of bloops by Gary Younge is a really important articulation of what is at stake here).

But as well as finding it interesting that anyone says things that I find myself not saying - I think it's particularly interesting coming from a celebrity. So much of what celebrities say about fans is just baby food - totally pureed and anything that might be interesting removed. 'Blah, blah, blah I have a really special relationship with my fans.' There's nothing true or real about any of it - because in general for a celebrity to say most things that are true is too high risk.

I do think what Matty Healy was saying was mostly true - particularly if you take away all the connotations of 'a bit mental' (if you take that to mean overinvested in - or even just fan). And there is something to be explained here - there is a gap between what he has done - and the response over the last few months. Some of that gap is about stan culture - but not all of it something else is going on.

I also think he's hiding behind the fact that some people are being outrageous. The people who are declaring him the worst people in the world, or suggesting that he's a danger to fans, or writing ridiculously long threads about their own accountability - they are lying and I like that he says so. But if some people are criticising you in an unjustified and absurd way that's not a good reason to ignore everything that is being said to you.

I find myself returning to the idea of standing - and asking if I have standing in a particular issue. I can have an opinion on things - whether or not I have standing. But if I don't have standing then there's no reason my opinion should matter to anyone else. (There is something in here that I haven't fully unpacked about the individualisation of all this).

There are plenty of people with standing here - Ice Spice, Rina Sawayama, fans of the 1975 who listened to the podcast and heard people like them talked about in degrading ways. The fact that someone who has never listened to the podcast and is misrepresenting it - doesn't change what was said on that podcast.

That's a lot to say about 116 words - so I'll stop. But I would love to know what Jia Tolentino said yes. And I'd want to push on the implications of a popstar believing that people who were invested in what they say were 'a little bit mental'.

[tyrannosnore]

okay consider this

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