#and if that’s wrong feel free to start a discussion w me but some of the fics my black moots have written are absolute masterpieces

[togamest]

just so y’all know. if you’re not the target audience for a story, or you don’t identify with the reader described in a story, but you’re friends with the author or simply enjoy the story and how it’s written…you’re allowed to reblog it and interact with it. you’re allowed to spread its reach. gatekeeping has its uses but for fan-made things let’s stop doing that. who is that helping??

[heytheredelulu]

I was wondering if you could do maybe a like feral Bucky? Like maybe they trigger the soldat and instead of him fallowing their orders he goes after the shy curvy little intern of Tony’s? They’ve both been too shy to make a move. I’m cool with whatever spin you put on it, I LOVE your writing.

(Love all your normal kinks so feel free to add those too as you see fit! )

Thank you lovely 🥰 Can’t wait to drool over more of your writing lol

I took this and RAN with it.

It ended up becoming much longer than I had anticipated so this one will be broken up into two parts.

I struggled with trying to incorporate Bucky being triggered after the reader already being somewhat aquatinted with him, pining after him, etc. so I went the route I did and I hope it fulfills your request!

Part one will be mostly just plot building with a spicy cliff hanger leading us into a part two of pure smut.

Ready to Comply - Part One - Anon Request

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+

Word Count: 2.5k

C/W: Language, discussion/implications of violence and murder, choking, blood (Bucky is strugglin’ and bites his own hand), a lil sexual tension in prep for part two, he sniffs her coochie, okay?

“Okay, stop. Stop that.” Tony whispered out of the corner of his mouth. You shot him a glance and tugged at your skirt one more time for good measure. He lets out an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes. “You look fine, Rookie. Very professional. Is that what you needed to hear?”

You scoff and shake your head. “That’s no- I’m not fishing for compliments, I genuinely hate dressing like a fucking secretary.” You grumble, drawing a laugh out of Tony. “And don’t call me ‘Rookie.’” You add with a prod to his chest. He brushes the front of his suit jacket sarcastically in response to your poke and raises his hands defensively, a soft chuckle rising from his throat.

“A fucking secretary? Really? It’s business professional. Did you think I could let you stand next to me in a press conference wearing an old t-shirt and some torn up jeans? We need to create a semblance of professionalism.” He gestures to his own attire with a grin and there’s a teasing glint in his eye as he continues.

“And what’s wrong with ‘Rookie’? You’re my little protégé.” He jests, reaching like he’s going to pinch your cheek as if you were some adorable little toddler. You frown, swatting his hand away and brings it to his chest, clutching it dramatically. “Wow, you’re going to assault your friend, mentor and extremely rich and handsome boss?” He jokes, feigning offense.

“The only accurate adjective in that sentence is ‘boss’, Sir.” You reply dryly, crossing your arms. The corners of his lips twitch into a sly smile and he nudges you with his elbow. “I’ll accept if you don’t agree with friend and mentor.” He starts, pressing his lips into a pout. “But I might actually get a little offended if you refuse to acknowledge how devastatingly handsome I am.”

You groan in annoyance and roll your eyes, preparing a witty comeback when Pepper Potts rounds the corner with a tablet cradled in her arm, a phone nestled between her ear and shoulder and an expression of concern written across her face.

“Everything alright?” Tony asks, placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “Don’t tell me.. another offer for People’s ‘sexiest man alive’? I keep telling them, I can’t be on the cover every ye-“ Tony stops mid sentence as Pepper’s manicured forefinger lands on his lips, effectively silencing him.

“Yes. Okay. Understood. Thank you.” She says curtly into the phone before disconnecting the call. “That was Fury. We have an issue. A Barnes issue.”

Your brows furrow at this. “What’s happened with Bucky?” You ask, a sense of dread creeping up your spine. He’d been all but isolated since he’d moved into the Avenger’s tower alongside his best friend Steve Rogers and you couldn’t imagine him being the source of an issue with how reserved this man was. You weren’t at all oblivious to his past- it had been global wide news after all, but in the months since his de-conditioning in Wakanda he had been making great strides towards recovery, working to make amends.

Though your interactions with the ex-assassin had been few, he’d always been polite and kind towards you. You’d felt so out of place among the Avengers, being Tony’s intern. You weren’t on the team, hell, a few of them didn’t even know your name despite you having been trailing behind Tony for the last year. Maybe it was your own fault, considering you hadn’t really made an effort to talk to any of them but aside from the fact that they were all extremely intimidating, you were naturally a shy and quiet person.

You quickly push the self deprecating thoughts from your head. You didn’t care about any of that. You shouldn’t. It wasn’t as if you wanted to be on the team, or were there to make friends, you were here as an engineer, to learn from who was arguably the most intelligent man on the planet. Perhaps that’s why Bucky had always been cordial to you more than some of the others living here. Maybe he gravitated towards you, as someone who constantly felt so out of place, because he felt that way here as well.

Or maybe he thought you were cute.

Oh fuck, if only.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to the man or that you’d been quietly crushing on him practically since you’d started your internship. Every small interaction with Bucky left a blush on your cheeks and a kaleidoscope of butterflies flitting about your belly.

The thought of someone as absurdly good looking as Bucky fucking Barnes finding you attractive was enough to spark a surge of heat straight to your abdomen.

No, get it together. Now’s not the time.

You mentally scold your vagina for having the nerve to throb at the mere mention of Bucky Barnes regardless of the context and turn your attention back to Pepper and Tony as they argued in hushed whispers.

“What’s happened with Bucky?” You repeat, knowing they likely won’t clue you in if it’s related to Avenger’s business.

Tony offers a nervous smile and exchanges a quick glance with his wife before he checks his watch. “Terminator? He’s fine. I’m sure it’s nothing. Probably holed up with security for setting off the metal detector.” He pauses and then snaps his fingers. “Or maybe he walked past the junkyard on fifth and got snatched up by the hydraulic magnet.” He says, lifting a hand and miming a crane.

Pepper lets out a soft sigh and your gaze flicks to her. “Yeah, a big magnet or something.” She mumbles, turning her attention back to her tablet. “I don’t think that’s-“ Your cut off by Tony’s hand on the small of your back, urging you forward. “Enough about Robocop. We’re on, Rookie.” He says, his nervous expression falling away and quickly being replaced with a mask of professionalism. “Let’s go unveil our project to the press.” Pepper moves to open the door for you both and before you can open your mouth to tell Tony that if he calls you ‘rookie’ one more time you were going to strangle him with his overpriced tie, your senses are overwhelmed with an onslaught of overlapping voices and camera shutters.

You toss your blazer over the desk in your quaint office and slump over into the chair, trying not to let your mind run wild with anxious thoughts about the press conference. Despite your best efforts you couldn’t help but worry that you probably looked like a deer in headlights up at the podium alongside Tony.

You huff and rest your chin on the back of your hand, glancing over at the computer screens. Your attention is immediately drawn to security footage from one of the conference rooms when you see movement on the monitor. You lean in with your brows furrowed. It’s late and no one should be in the conference room. You expand the image and can clearly make out Tony and Steve moving about the room with tense body language.

You hover over the footage with your mouse and hesitate. You know that you absolutely should not eavesdrop on the two men but once Tony’s hands begin angrily gesturing around you give in to temptation and turn on the audio.

“What the hell do you mean, ‘back up?’” Tony shouts, beginning to pace the room.

Steve leans forward with his palms on the table and his head bowed slightly. “It’s exactly what I said, Tony.” He replies, his biceps flexing as he grips the table. “HYDRA had a fail safe. They’d planted a back up activation incase he would ever manage to be deprogrammed.” He looks up at Tony with a solemn expression. “They got to him. I should’ve been there, I should’ve-“

Tony holds out a hand, his other resting against his temple as he tries to comprehend what Steve is telling him. “Well you weren’t and they did so know we have to figure out how the fuck we navigate this.” He says firmly, shaking his head. “Do we have eyes on him? Is he in the building?”

Steve sighed and stood upright from the table. “No. He’s in the wind. We lost contact with him a few hours ago.” He admits, running a hand through his hair. “But there’s something you need to know.” He adds, looking at Tony with concern as he begins to pace again.

“Well spit it out, Rogers!” Tony yells, stopping and turning back to Steve.

“Nat received some intel. The hit HYDRA ordered is on you and your intern.” He says so quietly you can barely pick it up on the audio. Fear crawls up your spine and your hand trembles as you increase the volume on the security feed, while your heartbeat in your ears becomes near deafening.

Tony stiffens, slowly approaching Steve. “You wanna tell me why?” He asks, his voice low and dangerous. Steve nods. “The new tech you unveiled today.“ He explains.

Tony sighs, understanding why one of their enemies would be threatened by what the two of you had been working on and reaches to loosen his tie. “I’ll take Pepper and move her to the safe house before I meet you at a rendezvous point. Send someone to get my Rookie and get her off the grid. I don’t want her alone for a single second.” He says in an exasperated tone, reaching into his suit jacket and pulling out his cell phone as he stalks towards the door.

“And Rogers?” He asks, turning around one last time, his hand curled tight around the doorknob. Steve’s head snaps up and he looks at Tony with guilt ridden eyes. “Yeah?”

“Find Barnes.”

Find Barnes.

The statement echoes in your ears, sending your thoughts spinning as if a category five hurricane were waging inside your head.

No. No, no, no.

There’s a hit out on you?

To be carried out by the fucking Winter Soldier.

Oh you were so fucked.

You scoot your chair back, bracing your hands on the desk to stand with wobbly knees.

Bile rises in your throat as you take a slow step backwards, bumping the chair in your state of panic and knocking your jacket off the workbench. You jump at the sound of it slipping to the floor and clutch your chest as a result of inducing your own jumpscare and take slow breaths to steel your nerves before you bend down to pick it up. As you rise back upright, your gaze connects with a pair of vacant, icy blue eyes in the shadows across the room and your entire body seizes in terror.

He’s not in the wind.

He’s been in here with you this entire goddamned time.

“B-Bucky?” You stutter, bringing your jacket to your chest and grasping it until your knuckles turn white. Maybe Steve and Tony were wrong. Maybe Nat’s intel was wrong. Maybe this was all a huge misunderstanding and you weren’t about to die at the hands of the ex-assassin you’ve been pining over for nearly a year.

He takes a step forward from the shadows, his face expressionless and his eyes unblinking without a single trace of emotion behind them.

Okay, yeah. You’re fucked.

“Sergeant Barnes?” You whisper, almost a plea to the man you knew, locked away somewhere in the brain of the cold and calculated killer standing in front of you.

He doesn’t speak, doesn’t register your words, as he crosses the lab in a few quick strides and catches your throat in his cybernetic hand.

Oh god.

The air leaves your lungs, his grip tightening around your windpipe as his face remains blank.

You’re going to die.

So why are you so fucking turned on?

Heat pools low in your abdomen, your core flooding with arousal, coupled with fear and unbridled lust.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as you gasp and thrash in his grip, your thick thighs rubbing together with every kick and flail, doing nothing to alleviate the throbbing ache in your cunt.

God this is so wrong.

His brows furrow, the first hint of emotion since he stepped out of the shadows. His head tilts inquisitively and his grip slackens around your throat as he leans in, tracing his nose across your jaw line and inhaling deeply. You still, your face contorting in confusion as you swallow hard against his palm, leaning your body into his hold.

His eyes narrow as he pulls away from you and you take the opportunity to suck in a breath, massaging your neck gently while your gaze drops to observe his hands clenching and unclenching into fists at his sides.

“Bucky?” You ask, wondering what’s caused the sudden shift in his demeanor, wondering if maybe he’s somehow snapped out of the trance he’d been in. He’s still and silent for a long moment, his head bowed as his chest rises and falls heavily with every breath.

“Sergeant Barnes, are yo-“

His head snaps up, effectively silencing you.

Your mouth remains agape, stuck on your last word and as he watches you with predatory eyes, taking menacing steps toward you, you can’t seem to find your voice any longer. You stumble backwards, losing your balance and falling back against the desk, unable to regain your footing before his hands grip the flesh of your bare thighs.

He tilts you backwards, your back colliding hard with the surface of the desk, stealing the breath out of your chest. He drops to his knees, splaying his palms against your thighs, the hem of your dress rising up to expose your panties as he spreads your legs wide before him and drags his nose across the fabric.

He groans.

He fucking groans.

“You’re my mission.” He breathes out, eyes wild and fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as if he were fighting to physically restrain himself.

“I know.” You whimper, lifting your head to look down at him over the soft curve of your stomach.

“I’ve been ordered to kill you.” He chokes out, pressing his forehead against your inner thigh and drawing in a deep and shuddering breath.

“Then why haven’t you?” You ask in a broken whisper.

He turns his head and mumbles something incoherently, his breath ghosting against the damp fabric of your underwear and sending a wave of arousal crashing through your core. He stiffens, curling his flesh hand into a fist and bringing it to his mouth, biting down on his knuckles as he swallows back a moan.

He shakes his head, his teeth pressing into his skin hard enough to draw blood and you move to sit up, leaning on your palms as you look down at him where he’s slotted between your legs, visibly trembling.

He rises quickly to his feet, his left hand shooting out to curl around your neck again and he drops his bloodied flesh hand to his side.

“Because..” He says through clenched teeth, inhaling sharply as the cool metal of his thumb strokes the column of your throat.

“I can’t fucking focus when all I can smell-“

His free hand roughly cups your pussy over your panties, his voice trailing off as he kneads his palm against the thin, wet fabric.

He growls, tightening his grip around your throat and jerking you up to him, forcing you to meet his threatening gaze.

His expression grows pained and he whimpers, dipping his head to meet your forehead with his own, his breath fanning across your face with every heave of his chest.

“All I can smell is how wet you are.”

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Part two

[starrywilliams]

guilty as sin? | abby anderson

“these fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath, taking all of me, we’ve already done it in my head”

warnings: masturbation, slight masochism, ruined orgasm, angst, perv!abby (a little), internalized homophobia (discussed in more detail below)

notes: no surprise my favourite ttpd song is the gayest one on the album, but guilty as sin? screams lesbian guilt i fear!!!! i’ve been writing this for over a month so i hope u guys like it 😭

cw: discussion of lesbian guilt & comphet - these are somewhat based on my own experiences with my sexuality and i absolutely!!! do not think a man can ‘cure’ a lesbian or anything similar to that. nor do i believe anyone should ever feel guilty for being gay. realising i’m a lesbian has been extremely freeing & dykes r the best x

wc: 1.8k

likes, comments + reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

the door slammed harshly behind abby as she stormed into her room. she pulled her jacket off desperately; her skin hot under its tight vice. she’d been in the gym, trying to work out her endless frustration of late, when you’d walked in.

you’d only said “hi" and smiled politely at her before setting your things down. but she felt her stomach churn, a black hole opening inside her. abby stood up, pulling the weights off the barbell and onto their rack. she grunted softly, glancing at you from the corner of her eye.

you’d started stretching, currently bent over as you touched your toes. her eyes drifted for an infinitesimal moment, locking onto the swell of your-. she looked away - wrongwrongwrong.

but then she looked back, her stare feasting on your body. she wondered whether you were doing this on purpose, trying to tempt her from across the room. she wondered if you knew her dirty little secret, abby picturing a smirk on your face as you mocked her for such indecent thoughts.

she didn’t want to feel this way. she didn’t want to feel the poison ivy swarming around her chest, getting tighter, tighter. the rash spread inside her; this invisible whip of lust lashing against her skin whenever your face appeared in her mind. well, had it been just your face maybe she wouldn’t feel like some depraved sinner.

now it wasn’t like abby believed in god, in a world where death and destruction infect every crevice you’d have to be mad to believe that any ‘god’ wanted its followers to suffer so greatly. but something inside her screamed every time she had these thoughts. these impure, twisted thoughts about you.

she didn’t know what made her feel like this. what made her resent you for simply existing; and what made her resent herself.

she recalled her teenage years, when manny had subtly suggested that owen liked her - so she was supposed to like him back, right? and she tried! she loved him even - but there was always that something, that feeling in her gut that told her that something was wrong, something about him that just would never sit right with her.

but all the other girls wanted a boyfriend too, and the jealousy was nice at first - she’d thought. after all, mel was the star student, a doctor in the making, her dad’s favourite; and nora was this freshly trained medical officer, and abby was- abby was just abby.

her dad began noticing her more too - previously too preoccupied with his firefly duties and his favourite student. now his little girl was slipping away from him, he finally began paying her the amount of attention she’d craved for so long.

before, their conversations had often drifted into talk of mel and her new achievements, or his hopes of a vaccine, or some animal he was tracking. never anything about his daughter’s life.

having a boyfriend made her interesting, it gave the other girls something to envy. which was a nice reversal, for a while. then her dad died, and she had become this object of pity. owen helped a bit, she supposed. he tried to distract her and keep her focused on their new role as soldiers, but she barely cared about him anymore. all she wanted was revenge, and with revenge, came you.

you were one of the gyms trainers, passionate about helping the members of the wlf stay fit and healthy! you’d helped her start lifting weights, squealed as she reached every milestone, and had remarked jokingly about just how much you loved her new physique.

it was innocent at first, the most being her brain going a little fuzzy when you’d bit your lip while spotting her; a slight blush when you’d hugged her a little too tight. then, once she and owen were finally broken up, these new pictures began hanging themselves on the walls of her mind. still, innocent, just slightly tainted with desire - the true nature of them still an avoidable matter for her back then.

when she could ignore the truth in her recent behaviour, abby loved spending time with you. after all, you were just really good friends! anyway, she’d had a boyfriend before so everyone knew she was normal, and absolutely not different, and she would never ever have to feel like an outsider.

yet it took a mere three months before she gave up on this foolish lie. she liked you, and as long as nobody ever found out, it wouldn’t matter.

but as her mind grew dark and twisted - joel a constant topic in her head as she obsessed over finally getting to enact revenge - her thoughts got worse in turn. she wanted you - filthily and desperately.

every gym session ended with another cold shower, a desperate plea for her body to stop and let her focus on the task at hand; a hopeless attempt to bury this ache into the ground; an endless endeavour to escape these urges for just one second.

but then she came back changed, every hair on her body endlessly erected with guilt. the way she’d killed him so mercilessly, the way it had done nothing to ease the pain, and the way you had tormented her mind ceaselessly throughout the entire trip.

maybe, had she never met you, she could’ve just killed him and been satisfied. maybe had you never offered to train her personally, she could’ve just stayed comfortable in that stuffy closet. maybe if she found the right man she’d stop feeling this way.

abby deemed such ideas unfathomable now.

owen made her feel nothing. being with him was like an eternal thursday, an endless wait for the week’s end and its pleasure to turn up at her door. every day she’d wait for some spark to arrive, the routine only becoming more and more tedious by the minute. but he helped her get people’s attention, which was enough when she was just abby.

but then she was abby anderson, top scar killer and isaac’s favourite. she got attention on her own, she was praised for her own accomplishments: people worshipped the fucking ground she walked on. but they didn’t know who she really was.

they didn’t know she liked girls the way she was supposed to like boys. she’d seen it in enough of those wlf movie nights - cruel jokes about anyone who even thought about being different. she’d heard the way people gossiped, “did you hear that they’re moving lesbians into the family unit? what a joke.”

they said it like it was something dirty, something egregious, something that she had to hate about herself. so she did.

but as long as she kept it secret, kept it locked away in her mind, maybe she’d be okay. after all, only your actions talk: it was the age old question really, if a tree falls in a forest and no one else hears it, does it make a sound?

abby fell back against her bed sheets, calloused hands pushing her cargos down to her ankles as she replayed the sight of you in her mind. bent over - she felt like you were trying to tempt her on purpose.

she felt like a heathen; staring, fantasizing, worshipping. her mind was bursting with the idea of every possible position she could put you in; head a chorus of every little noise she wanted to hear you make; eyes screwed shut as depravity filled her every sense.

she shoved her bralette up her chest roughly, fingertips dragging over her nipples with little mercy. she pinched them, the peach skin stinging underneath her touch.

she wanted it to hurt; wanted it to feel like some sort of punishment for her thoughts. but as her hips bucked into the air, a long whine dragging from her clenched jaw, she realised it needed to hurt more.

she imagined you, finding her like this. disgust burnt into your features - what the fuck was she doing? repeating your name like some subverted prayer, fingers harshly scratching along her stomach as she tried to make the pleasure feel more like pain, trying to induce some connection between the two.

if it hurt enough, would she stop? force herself to forget? could she torture this part of herself until it surrendered?

her hand slipped over the top of her boxers, a finger running tentatively over her clit through the now darkened fabric. she bit down on her lip, groaning against it as she pushed down harder and harder, attempting to break through the skin.

another finger pressed down, beginning to draw circles down on the throbbing bud. she jolted against her own touch, your head between her legs burning into her mind. your hands, trailing along her flesh - groping at her with little tenderness; tongue, swiping at her pussy with no intent of fulfillment: she wanted you to make her weep, smoke out her lungs with shame, deny her from gratification until all she could feel was regret.

she pulled away, only to cover her fingertips with her spit - diving under her boxers to continue with her corruption. abby let out a strangled sigh, hips grinding against her fingers as they toyed with her clit.

she moved a hand to her hair, knuckles stretching against her scalp as she began to pull her braid. she grunted, yanking even harder. she whispered your name: pained, hopeless.

she sped up her assault against her pussy, feeling that pit in the bottom of her stomach begin to grow. “pleasepleaseplease” her voice cracked as she begged, unsure what she was pleading for.

she wanted to stop, but she needed to try and make this feeling go away. she knew it would come back, it always did - but even five minutes free from your torment on her mind might save her.

her fingers kept going, drawing desperate circles against her weeping pussy relentlessly. the void was growing, almost consuming her entirely at this point. she thought of you laughing at her current state: a crying mess, pussy wet with perversion.

it was sick, really - how the idea of you hating her for this made her need even worse. you’d probably think it appalling: someone who was supposed to be your friend, now sat here burning at the thought of you.

a part of her wished that you shared this sickness. that you too let yourself be overwhelmed by the thought of sin. maybe you didn’t let the guilt swallow you whole - she hoped so.

but there was no point lingering in the what-ifs, they were far too fleeting.

her deft fingers quickened their pace, the ache all consuming. the climb began - a desperate jump towards oblivion. closer, closer. the flames scorched her bedsheets as her breathing hastened.

fuck, she hissed before reaching the apex with a scream of your name. a scream? a whisper? a thought? it didn’t make her actions any less deplorable.

her conscience grabbed pleasure by the throat as she ripped her fingers away, putting out the blaze on her hips like a cigarette crushed on the ground.

the desire imploded within the walls of her torso; scratching against her insides in the vengeance of her denial.

it was wrong; she had to stop it. yet still, the guilt poured into her lungs with no chance of resolve. she was a fool for thinking it would fix her. maybe next time it would work. maybe next time the exorcism would finally purify her.

until next time.

[abbyromanoff]

Hi 👋🏻 could u write gpWanda x reader x gpNatasha where Wanda is r gf and she doesn't know how to fuck reader properly so she ask Nat for help and N fuck r while W is watching?

I'm sorry if there are mistakes, english isn't my first language

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PAIRINGS: Wanda x reader, Wanda x Nat, Nat x reader

WORD COUNT: 3,697

WARNINGS: therapist/patient relationship, perv!Nat, nat and Wanda have dicks, subby!Wanda, Miss (N), threesome, exhibition, voyerisum, degrading, praising, breeding, therapist!Natasha, pet names, smut (obvi), pining, cunnilingus, dry-humping (kinda), bottom!R, top!Nat, Nat treating R like an object,

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Wanda sat on the couch with Natasha in front of her, sitting at her desk with a notebook in hand. The walls were painted a soothing gray, only adorning a few pieces of artwork. She had been seeing Ms. Romanoff for close to a year now after you suggested the idea of therapy, already having one of your own.

“I don’t know, it’s just hard I guess. I mean, I love them so much and I see myself having a future with them, but-” She paused, rubbing the back of her neck and adjusting her potion. Nat hummed, waiting for a response but speaking up when receiving none.

“But, what?”

“I- I want to- well, we don’t really-” She didn’t know why she was so nervous all of the sudden, she had been able to tell Nat almost everything but this seemed to be different.

“Trust me, I’ve most likely heard much worse here, whatever you say is confidential and free of judgment. Just take your time.” Wanda sighed and nodded, trying to figure out the words in her mind before speaking.

“I guess I just want to spice things up, you know? And don’t get me wrong, the sex is great but- but they were the first person I’ve ever done it with. I’m just scared they’re not satisfied and it worries me to think that I’m nowhere near as good as their past boyfriends or girlfriends.” She shrugged as if it wasn’t anything serious, but it was to her. She was a giving person, all she wanted was for you to be happy and well-pleasured, she wanted to impress you. But there was nothing to show off with, she had no skills in that aspect, that’s what she thought at least.

“Okay, that’s understandable.” Nat started. “Have you ever tried, say, having a conversation with them about this? I know you’re not great with communication but maybe just asking them what are some of the things they like or maybe even expressing your worries, I’m sure they’d listen.” She knew you would, but the idea of bringing such a thing up felt uncomfortable. She didn’t hate the thought of sex, but she hated the thought of talking about it. It felt like watching a sex scene on the television with your parents right next to you.

“I know they’d listen, I just don’t know how to, like, bring it up.” Wanda watched as Natasha moved her pen gently against the piece of paper, writing something down that she wished she could see.

“Alright, well, what if you invited them to a session, possibly our next one? We can bring up our discussion and your worries and maybe it could help ease them.” She spoke with such gentleness that it always made Wanda even more nervous. You had picked up on the way she’d always come home with a blush and a small smile after her appointments, but you just assumed she was happy to see you. And she was, but that wasn’t the full reason for her expressions.

“So it would be like couple’s therapy?”

“Yes, pretty much. I’ll have you two both share your sides and your feelings and we go from there.” Wanda could do that, she hoped so.

The one hour ended in what seemed like a few minutes as Nat said her goodbye’s to the woman, watching her leave as her eyes trailed down to her ass. The jeans fit her ass perfectly, it was impossible to stop the biting of her lip and the long sigh.

Truth be told, she had been planning this moment for too long. She remembered when she first ever saw you, Wanda showed her the picture she kept in her wallet of the two of you holding hands that were pointed to the camera with your lips attached in a sweet kiss. Before, she had been slightly upset when finding out that her client had a partner, even with the knowledge that it would ruin her career if she did anything. But then there was you, she didn’t expect you to be so beautiful.

The moment her last client left she went searching through your accounts, using your name to find anything on you. She was embarrassed to say she had stroked herself to multiple orgasms while scrolling through both you and your girlfriend’s photos. She was beyond ecstatic about next week’s visit, she could only hope you’d agree to go.

Luckily, you did. It took a little bit of convincing, when Wanda brought the idea up to you, you were frightened that you did something to upset her, but she quickly rushed that thought out of your mind. She didn’t tell you what exactly it was for, although you assumed it would be nice. You knew Natasha was an amazing therapist, she helped Wanda with all the things you struggled to help with. You were only human, and you didn’t have a degree like Nat, but your moral support meant just as much to your girlfriend.

“Wanda?” Her head shot up at the sound of Natasha’s voice, she quickly grabbed your hand and the two of you walked into her office. She closed the door behind you, her eyes catching a quick glimpse of your body. You were even better than the photos, she couldn’t wait.

“And you must be Y/N if I’m correct.” You nodded and shook her hand, giving her a warm smile as you removed your coat. Wanda did the same, grabbing yours and placing it on the coat rack in the corner of the room.

“So, I’m assuming Wanda has told you why you’re here?” When she looked down at her knees where her fingers rested, nervously picking the skin off of them, she knew her answer.

“Uh, not really. I was a little bit hesitant about this, but she told me there was nothing to worry about, so I’m hoping it’s nothing bad.” You shied away from Nat’s eyes, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks at the woman’s clear attractiveness. You didn’t exactly know what her therapist looked like, but now you wished you had done your research beforehand. She was stunning, breathtaking.

“Well, I can assure you that you have done nothing wrong, honey, there are just some topics we’d like to approach if that’s alright with you.” You nodded and interlaced your hand with Wanda’s, giving a small squeeze to assure her you weren’t upset. She had been planning what to bring up since the moment she left last week, but it seemingly all vanished by now.

“Do you have a therapist or a counselor of your own, Y/N?” It started off with simple questions, ones that you’d expect. That was until she started asking about your relationship and prior ones too. You shifted in your seat as she continued, feeling the immense pressure with both of their eyes on you.

“Now, tell me, Y/N, do you feel satisfied with Wanda?”

“Of course, I do. She’s such a great woman and I can really feel her love, I haven’t ever had someone like her.” You could see Wanda smiling next to you and you joined her. You truly loved this woman more than anything, you wanted to marry her someday and you hoped she thought the same.

“And sexually? Do you feel sexually satisfied with Wanda?” You nearly choked on your spit from her words, nervously chuckling in hopes to redeem yourself. She noticed your expressions and tried reassuring you, holding back as best she could when she patted your knee.

“It’s nothing I haven’t heard before, trust me. It’s normal to feel a sense of discomfort in these situations, but I promise that everything here stays confidential.” Her voice was able to soothe you and calm your nerves.

“Uhm, I’d say so, yeah. Obviously, there are some…things I’d like to try, but we haven’t approached that.” She nodded, as if she wanted you to go on. You didn’t know what to say, your words were stuck in your throat. You were experienced with the topic, but it wasn’t one you openly shared or talked about with others.

“Would you say your sex life is more vanilla than you want it to be?” You loved Wanda, you really did, but she wasn’t the greatest when it came to your intimate moments. You could feel her love through it, but you wanted to see her rougher side, you knew she was holding back on you.

“To be honest, yeah. I kind of like things to be a bit more..kinky, you know?” You could see the redness on Wanda’s cheeks and the tip of her ears as she shuffled her feet around. You felt sorry for making her embarrassed, but that’s why she brought you here in the first place.

“What would you consider kinky, darling?” Her pet name had your lips quivering ever-so-slightly before you came up with a response.

“I guess I just wish she was a bit more rough with me. And don’t get me wrong, I love that I can really feel her care for me but sometimes I just want her to, like, use me.” Nat scooted her desk chair closer to you two, placing her hand on your thigh softly. Wanda was still silent, she was probably too scared to speak up.

“You want to be used, Y/N?” You nodded slowly, feeling your eyes drift to her lips. You felt so dirty looking at her the way you did your girlfriend, but you also knew she was doing the same.

“Hm, who knew such a sweet little thing could be so dirty?” You could feel her hand rubbing small circles on your covered skin, her eyes staring deeply into yours. She trailed them over your body, taking all of you in.

“Does this turn you on, honey?” You nodded once again. “Yeah? Me touching you while your girlfriend watches, that makes you wet?” You gulped down your arousal as you felt her thumb teasing your clit through the fabric, your legs instinctively opening for more.

“Kiss them for me, Wanda; act like I’m not even here.” You looked in the brunette's direction, watching as she snuck glances between the two of you. She placed one hand on your cheek and the other on your lower back as you leaned in for her lips to meet yours. You moaned into the kiss as Nat rid you of your pants, dragging her fingers across your panties and smiling at the wet patch adorning them. The noise allowed Wanda’s tongue to slip into your mouth, the intrusion causing you to groan in pleasure.

Your fingers ran through Nat’s hair, pleading her to come closer. You could feel her hot breath teasing your slit as she slid your panties to the side, small kisses being pressed against your clit.

“Please, Ms. Romanoff.” You pulled away from Wanda to catch your breath, your head resting on her shoulder. Your eyes landed on her crotch as you noticed her palming herself, her hips bucking into her hand.

“You’re such a good girl. Say, why don’t we give Wanda a little lesson, okay?” She smiled when you complied without a thought in your mind. She stood up, guiding you to join her as she removed your shirt, grinning when she took notice of your lacey bra.

“It’s Wanda’s favorite, I was going to surprise her tonight.” She huffed out a chuckle and reached around behind you to unclasp it, shuddering as it fell and you were left in nothing but your panties.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long, baby. Now I can finally get my hands on you.” She had been so desperate to be alone in her office with the both of you, she wanted nothing more than to mark you both as hers.

She led you to her desk, her kisses trailing from your neck to your chest where her lips wrapped around your hardened bud. Your back was met with the wooden table as she lifted you to sit on it, her palms lingering on your soft thighs after she guided your last piece of clothing off of you. She parted them, dropping to her knees in front of you and staring up at you with lust in her eyes.

“Watch closely, Wanda.” You looked over to the woman at the mention of her name, biting your lip with hunger as you noticed her unbuttoned pants and her hand hidden inside of her boxers. She shuddered when you cupped your breast, using Nat’s saliva to help create a small rhythm.

Nat blew a teasing breath onto your pulsing clit before leaning in, taking the bud into her mouth. She sucked delicately, soaking in your moans and twitches. She was too engrossed in your taste to take notice of her growing erection in her pants.

“Oh, you look so pretty on your knees for me, Miss.” It was clear that she was still the one in charge, but her need for you was so great, she couldn’t care if she seemed weak. Wanda, while feeling a pang of jealousy, couldn’t deny the heat that was growing in her stomach. She felt as though she would burst any second, but she was trying to hold back. Her thumb would occasionally brush over her tip, causing her eyes to squeeze shut.

“Look at me, Wands; watch me.” She pried her eyelids open willingly, nearly whining when she saw you wrap your legs around her therapist’s head. You grinded into her face as her tongue tortured your hole, diving in and out repeatedly. She groped your ass in order to push you closer into her, her nose poking at your clit.

“Fuck! Fuck- right there, yes!” You covered your mouth with your hand in order to silence yourself, becoming ashamed of how loud you were. Neither of them were complaining though, they thrived off of your noises; it brought satisfaction knowing that they were the reason you were in such a deep state of pleasure.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum.” Nat smirked into your cunt as you were brought over the edge, your head falling back and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your silent screams filled the room as Nat continued to lap up your juices, Wanda watching with the wish that she was the one tasting you. You were addicting, a drug that she couldn’t get enough of. Every sway of your hips, every lick of your lips, every noise, and every word that left that sweet mouth was so alluring.

You were suddenly pushed to lie down, feeling the lumber underneath you bruise your back. You leaned up on your elbows to admire the woman as she undressed herself, running her hand through her short hair once as to fix what you tugged.

“Tell me, love, have you ever heard of breeding?” You nodded, receiving a slap to your cheek. Wanda widened her eyes at both the words and the rough contact, is this what you meant? Is this how you wanted her to treat you, like you were some no-good slut?

“Yes, Miss, I have.” She hummed, guiding her tip through your slit and gathering the wetness as a replacement for lube.

“When was the last time you ever pleaded to milk Wanda dry, hm? Beg her to slap you ‘till your skin turned black and blue? Or, better yet, when was the last time you got on your knees and asked her in that sweet little tone of yours to treat you like the dirty whore you are?” Your chest rose and fell with every breath you took, each one not feeling like it was enough.

“Never.” You shook your head as you answered, your eyes not being able to meet hers. She gripped your chin roughly, pulling you in close so her nose was practically touching yours.

“What was that?” She asked again, even if she had already heard you well enough.

“Never.” You repeated, this time louder. She clicked her tongue and shot you a disapproving glance.

“Mm, there’s always two sides to the matter. Here Wanda was not knowing what to do because you couldn’t communicate, do you think that’s fair on her?” The way she spoke, the light rasp to her voice was what caused the wetness already coating your thighs to increase.

“N-no, Miss.” She turned your head to face Wanda and she blushed in the moment you caught her. You could notice the stains now coating her boxers and the shameful look on her face; she had peaked with you. You didn’t know how you didn’t hear her, she was usually the louder one of you both. But you guessed that you were too far into your orgasm to care for anything else.

“Apologize to your girlfriend, Y/N, and tell her how sorry you are.”

“I’m sorry, Wanda, I’m sorry for not- not talking about my needs and wants when I should’ve. I’m sorry.” You stuttered over your words as you felt Nat’s cock prodding at your hole, her tip breaking way and creating a small stretch.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry too.” She spoke up, and for the first time this entire session, you were able to hear her voice. It was coated thickly with her Sokovian accent seeing as she had just moved here nearly eight months ago. You hoped it would never go away, no matter how long she lived in this country.

“See? You’re both already doing such a good job.” You both smiled at the praises, seeming to fish for them from the woman at bay. You sent a small ‘I love you’ to Wanda from across the room, although it was only mouthed out. Nat grabbed hold of your waist, pulling you towards her and causing her length to fill you up almost entirely. You gasped at the intrusion, crying out in pain as you clawed at the desk.

She continued to slowly lead you further, moaning to herself as your warmth clamped around her. Your tears only brought more delight to her heart, she could only grin when seeing them.

“You’ve been begging for Wanda to use you yet you can barely even take me? Aren’t you just a pathetic fucking slut.” Her fingertips ran along your face, her thumb rubbing gentle circles as a faux sense of comfort. She then brought them down to your neck, wrapping her palm around it and cutting off your airways. The only thing you could manage to get out were choked sobs and moans. The burning discomfort slowly eased into one of satisfaction as Nat slowly thrusted her hips into you, the sounds of skin clapping together ringing through all three of you guys’ ears.

“Did you know your girl likes to be choked, Wanda?”

“N-no, ma’am.” She chuckled at the title given to her. Her breasts bounced with every movement of her hips, her cock hitting your womb. There was a small yet noticeable bulge carved out on your stomach making her groan, she was so big compared to you.

“Hm, maybe in our next session we can teach Y/N a lesson too, what do you say?” She didn’t need another opinion to decide her answer, it was final. It wasn’t just the brunette at fault, you were required to voice your wants too, even if she’d have to force it out of you.

“Please-” You managed to get out when her hand removed itself from your bruising neck and found a spot on your waist, pressing down harder than before. She was practically resting her weight on top of you, causing the bone to struggle in holding her up.

“Shut your dirty fucking mouth, I don’t want to hear another word from you.” You were close, so close, and so was she. She was forcing her body to hold back, ensuring that you were to finish first.

Wanda’s erection only grew after her orgasm, her greed making her yearn for another. You were the only one who had ever been able to make her cum, she assumed there was no better. Shyly, she walked forward, her soiled clothing still masking her bottom half. She gave Nat a look, asking for permission to which she was granted.

“Don’t ask, sweetheart, force it.” She was so used to constantly asking if it was okay to do something to your body, after all, it wasn’t her choice. Every time you’d say yes, but there was always a nagging fear that you’d not want it and she had forgotten to ask. The thought made her sick, who would ever think to do such a thing?

“They want it, Wanda. Just rub yourself against them- perfect, just like that.” She praised when Wanda held you by the back of your neck and rutted her bulge against your face, the fabric rubbing against her hard length. She whimpered when your hand came up to rub her balls, your mouth peppering kisses over her cock.

“You close, baby?” You didn’t know who she was asking, but you both agreed. You continued to gently suckle while wishing you were able to truly feel her instead of the wrinkles in her trousers.

“Ah! S-shit, cum with me.” You followed her orders and let the coil in your stomach snap as you soaked her cock, feeling her release shoot deep inside of you.

You nuzzled against Wanda as you felt her twitching, only to notice a wet patch forming on her pants. She had leaked through her underwear while itching for more, the knowledge only fueled your pride.

You mewled as Nat pulled out of you, watching as the cum dripped down your cunt, some landing on the desk while other droplets fell to the floor. She didn’t bother looking for her clothes, instead pulling the younger girl in for a kiss before doing the same with you. It was passionate, both kisses were. You could sense the longing and the emotions in it that she tried to mask, only making you chase after her lips for more once she leaned back.

“Shall we plan your next appointment then?”

[thegoldencontracts]

ONE OF MY TWST OCS IS A TOTAL TSUNDERE WHAT THE HELL

Make twst tsundere content, I DARE you(I'd say I'd match you with content of my own, however it is drama and science finals week and I'd rather not burn myself out on more than one front bc my english final is next week. So I will not guarantee that lmao BUT STILL THAT SOUNDS AWESOME MAKE THAT CONTENT I WILL EAT IT UP)

- thoughtlessdesires

THANK YOU SOMEONE ELSE WHO UNDERSTANDSSSSS

Hello, you there, yes, YOU 🫵 can help make tsundere twst by uhh... idek man it's tsundere twst,,, it's cuteee i swearrr imagine THIS:

I-It's Not Like I Like You!

Summary: The Housewardens deal with their affection in the oddest of ways.

Notes: This is a taste of what we can make possible GUYS tsundere!twst is cute and it's not ridiculously ooc or smth like that i SWEAR- Also the last sentence in Azul's part is literally ripped straight from the third part of his dorm vignette (the tsundere potential of this man is so understated guys PLEASE let me yap here I have a point-)

Night Raven College; a place of raw meritocracy. Sentiment is rarely found, and affection is often mocked. Logic and strength are meant to take priority, and discord between students is common.

So what happens where these students find someone who treats them with kindness, understanding.

...Completely flounder, of course.

The housewardens, during one of their meetings, even discussed the dearest Ramshackle Prefect, so odd, so understanding. Kalim had brought the topic up, of course.

"...Why's this important?" Leona had said, a bored look on his face.

"I-Indeed," Riddle said. "The Prefect isn't particularly relevant to our current topic of discussion, regardless of accomplishments."

Azul sighed in his typical, overdramatic manner of his.

"How cold!" he said. "Kalim was merely doing his duty to discuss the needs of all students, regardless of how-"

His nose wrinkled.

"Talentless."

"Well, the Prefect's not that bad." A lukewarm praise. Even Kalim wasn't speaking highly of the Prefect? Just what was going on here?

"A total normie," Idia had said.

"It's true, the potato could use some work," Vil said,

Wow. These housewardens sure did hate you, didn't they?

Wrong! At that moment, all of the, were lying! They liked you. And no one in that room had any clue how to deal with it.

Riddle hasn't ever really got to experience relationships due to the stifling pressure of his mother. Thus, he has absolutely no clue how to handle the sudden affection for you he feels. He'd often stop by Ramshackle to help you with your homework. Just because you happened to need it way more than the others, of course. N-No ulterior motives here. What do you mean 'his face is red'? You're just imagining things!

Leona's always been treated like a cold, uncaring individual, and that's what he's used to. That leaves him completely flabbergasted when you suddenly start making him lovesick. He happens to "accidentally" drop money and the like while you were near. Not that he wants to help you, of course! He just doesn't really care about the money that much. Why're you looking at him like that? He's not that kind of sap!

Azul's childhood's left him used to rejection. After so long of being mocked for any desire of love and companionship, he's shunned it. Love's just business to him, an easily exploitable emotion. So he'll never be able to admit it now that he's the exploitable one. He gives you stuff... for free? Since when did he do that? Ask him about it and he insists he's just doing it for business' sake. What kind of business? Is he sure he doesn't just like you? W-What sort of foolish questions are those? Do you honestly think him capable of such an illogical sentiment as "attachment"?

Kalim, of course, isn't immune. Even he doesn't understand this. Someone actively returning his kindness? He's absolutely in love, and he doesn't know how to handle it. Although he won't be quite as abrasive as the others, he'll definitely struggle to admit his feelings. He might actually be less nice to you than to others. Not in a rude way, of course, he's just a bit quiet because he's always so flustered around you! Can you blame him?

Vil, too, despite his normal mentality of being candid and mature, struggles to handle his affection. He'll buy you skincare and the like. B-But, he'd do this for anyone, of course. There's nothing particularly special about the way he feels for you! Once again, though he isn't particularly defensive, he'll definitely struggle to admit his feelings, and it causes him boatloads of internal conflict. Why's he being so immature all of a sudden?

Idia doesn't get you. Why'd some normie suddenly have to start talking to him? J-Jeez, it's not like he enjoys your company or anything! Idia can vaguely recognize the word 'tsundere' in his head as he mulls over his interactions with you, but he denies it. Denying his feelings? U-Uh, what feelings?

"Looks like you have some competition, huh?"

"What competition, Lilia?" Malleus's face twisted in displeasure. "The Child Of Man- they're merely a friend."

Malleus doesn't know how to feel. He's never really had these sorts of close relationships before, so when his heart pounds around you and sparks seem to fly, he has no clue what to do. He's so deep in denial, partially due to his obliviousness when it comes to matters of sentiment and partially due to how he's used to being intimidating, and blushing like a schoolgirl around one's crush is the opposite of intimidating.

[accio-victuuri]

i’m someone who can’t get enough of (fake) stories from the time of cql shoot. so when i see a “story” that i haven’t before ( or maybe i did but forgot about it ), i get excited. lol. even if it’s not a juicy kind of information— i’m cool with it. 🤍 i like this one cause OP seems closer to wyb, it’s more of a short analysis of him & his relationship with XZ during that time.

the usual disclaimer: these are all fake and treat it as fanfiction. obviously, this content is for cpfs. if you don’t like it then scroll along. if you are somehow offended by stuff like this, it’s your problem. feel free to unfollow or block me.

i got the screenshots over here. enjoy!^^

W often catches up on sleep as soon as he gets on the car because he has a lot of engagements. He doesn’t talk much. Last year, he was not in good health. He had a cough and fever and went to get an IV drip at night. Many fans knew about it, so he talked even less in private. Later, I found that he talked a lot on the set. This is a matter of opinion. He needs to refresh himself when he is so tired.

But he does have a good relationship with X. He is not very outgoing, so he should not have many friends, but he is not the kind of person who really looks down on others and does not talk. Many times he does not know what to say (personal feeling hahaha), so he does not start a conversation. Some people are like this, thinking that it may not be meaningful to say it, so they do not say it. He has changed a lot in recent years, and this drama he has successfully made friends with X.

W didn’t communicate much with me. After all, we had never met before, so I could understand the distance. Once, I was discussing tomorrow’s arrangements with the coordinator. He had just finished shooting a scene and passed by me and suddenly asked me if I had a hemostatic patch (this is a consumable item in the crew, and I had just used it up and didn’t bring a new one). I was shocked. I said no, and he didn’t say anything and seemed to go to the bathroom. Later, I don’t know where he asked, but it was a very girly pattern. I feel that he may have asked around, but I didn’t see him use it. That day, I saw a new hemostatic patch on X’s leg, but it wasn’t the one that was used by the transporter?! When I was chatting with the coordinator, I found out that someone had given it to X first, and W saw it and quietly put away the one with the girly pattern. At that time, he had just joined the crew not long ago. Because we were really not familiar with each other, he might have felt that it was too obvious and a bit embarrassing.

W and X have a lot of scenes together. As the main characters, they interact a lot, much more than what is shown. X is not as talkative as the footage shows. On the contrary, he is a person who cares about other people's feelings. In the footage, we can only say that he was: 1. He fainted from the heat (he almost had a heat stroke), 2. He was too tired, and 3. He didn't expect that everyone would exaggerate it. W was the same. He was just joking and making faces, just like everyone would have some such pranks when they were in school. When he felt something was wrong, he quickly changed the subject.

The main reason was that it was really tiring and hot at that time. Every time I went to the scene, I felt that I could get a heat stroke at any time. They also wore long robes with wide sleeves, which was very hard (W didn't dare to eat too much to maintain the fairy feeling of the character) In short, although this matter fermented a lot, it did not have any substantial impact on the relationship between the two. At that time, the crew also knew that this was their childish behavior and was used to it. After all, they were like this all the time. The two are ordinary people who are more casual in private. If they have a good relationship, they will definitely play around, but they will not be fussy about such trivial matters. W's personality is very interesting. He will suddenly act weird and then return to being calm. When he acts weird, he acts seriously. When he is silent, he is serious. I later thought that this kind of personality may have something to do with his love of street dance, motorcycles, and skateboards. Whether it is physical, emotional, endurance, psychological quality or anything else, he wants to try to touch or even challenge the upper limit in all aspects. He is a true adventurer. Most of these people are quite opinionated. He also said that he is a male chauvinist and has a strong desire to control himself and the outside world.

A double-edged sword, not a weakness. Being serious is good, but it is always difficult for people to grasp the precise degree. If you exceed the limit, you will develop a conditioned reflex of vigilance, which will prevent you from revealing too much of yourself, and on the other hand, you will be wary of outsiders' attempts.

This kind of self-defense is actually related to his experience. One is that he left home very early to work hard, and the other is that he went to Korea for training. You must have heard about the trainee system there, which is fiercely competitive and full of intrigues, and it is easy to fail. Many young trainees don’t have much life experience. No matter how cautious they are at the beginning, they may not be able to play better than the older or Korean people. The habit of not offending others for many years has become one of his personality. I am not so familiar with W, so it is difficult to remind him, but I found that he has improved in his relationship with X. It is very subtle. It is generally a good thing. Hahaha. Maybe it is also due to experience. X’s past is relatively simple. He entered the circle a few years after graduating from college. Before entering the circle, it was relatively smooth. It’s not that he has never experienced setbacks and lows, but it is definitely not as shaky and cautious as W faced during adolescence. It directly changed a person. I believe that W is still a positive and enthusiastic person in his heart, but he doesn’t show it easily. He needs someone to guide him.

What I really found strange was one time when the two of them were standing on a downhill slope. The scene was built in a studio and was a bit high. X walked in front of W and slipped. There was a few steps between the two of them. W rushed forward in two steps and quickly grabbed X's waist. They both almost slipped. He intended to grab his arm with his fingers spread out, but he miscalculated and poked X's lower back. We shot that scene in two or three takes and it was passed. After that, W's hand was a little swollen. I found some ice cubes to apply to him and it stopped swelling, but it looked painful. There were still a few scenes that day, but he didn't tell me because he didn't want to delay the progress. He applied ice when he left the camera. Because he had to go to the hospital for an IV drip after work, I thought I would deal with it together.

The strangest thing about this incident was not his behavior, but that X did not see W come down to apply ice, and came over to ask if his hand was okay. W directly stretched out his hand to show him, twisting it vigorously, shaking his fingers flexibly, trying to prove that he was fine, but X grabbed his wrist and looked at it clearly. X said that it was swollen, and W said it was caused by the intravenous drip. X muttered a few words of doubt, and saw that there were indeed many needle holes on the back of W's hand. He believed it a little. I was about four or five meters away at the time.

The director often asked them to be more ambiguous. At the beginning, it was quite awkward because they were not familiar with each other, but it was fine after they got used to it. X made a lot of small moves, and W would shout his name when he couldn't stand it anymore. W was very smart and could find the door. He didn't lose to X at the beginning. It was forbidden to move. It was common for them to insult and fight each other.

Many people are talking about the drinking scene, so I'll share another one. After the day's shooting, W took off his makeup and walked unsteadily. After walking out of the studio, he was looking for something. I said the car was over there (the exit was narrow and the car was a little further away). He said he knew, and then he turned around and pounced behind me, which scared me. I subconsciously turned around and hid, and found that X also came out, but he hadn't taken off his makeup yet. W stuck to him like an octopus. X was also scared, and his wig was pulled by W, and X screamed in pain. His assistant came out the next second and quickly pulled W away. I reacted and supported W. X was not angry, and told me that W had secretly drunk some more later and might be really drunk, so he asked me to make some honey water for him to sober up. I said okay, thinking where would I find honey water in the middle of the night. W is very thin, but very strong. X's assistant couldn't pull him away completely.

I am a little anxious, but I can’t say anything, I can only worry.

X was in a good mood, and cheerfully patted him and said, "Isn't W laoshi known for not getting drunk even if he drinks a lot?"

W didn't refute, and hugged him so tightly that I felt X was about to suffocate, and then X said: "It's late, see you tomorrow." W let go as if he had suddenly lost his temper, reluctant to let go, wanting to look at X but not daring to. I don't know why, but I felt that he was a little sad.

X joked with him: "Go back after you graduate from kindergarten.

W said sullenly: "I will definitely beat you next time."

X changed his tone of voice and complained: "W wants laoshi to win everything. save me from losing a few times, okay?"

I went back to the hotel and asked X's assistant who the winner was. She said that the two of them competed to see who could talk in the other's ear without blushing, and the loser would drink a small sip. I was speechless. No wonder he rarely played mobile games last night, and went to sleep after chatting on WeChat (he got off work earlier yesterday). It turned out that he was saving his energy to play this today (wrong). I asked again, "No one took the photo (mainly referring to the fans who were waiting there.)" She said that it should not be possible, because the place where the two people were standing was difficult to take a photo.

-END.

[mrcavill88]

Inner demons

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Summary: There’s something so dark and attractive about a man who could kill you in a heartbeat. Even though Bucky’s twisted mind is healed, remnants of the winter soldier are still there. You and him have been through hell and back together, but his recents outbursts of anger are really starting to fumble your relationship

Word count: 2.9k+

Warnings: 18+, age gap (reader is 18, Bucky is 102 XD) abusive Bucky, alcohol addiction, face slapping, yelling, begging, bondage, whipping, daddy kink, skin sucking/kissing/licking, nipple play, genital licking, fingering, crying, vibrator usage, unprotected sex, breeding, fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m back with another fic: my very first Bucky fic. This is one is definitely, interesting, to say the least. Thank you all again for all the support you have shown me, hope you enjoy;)

Bucky Barnes

The man of the hour, the one true love of your life, someone who made you feel stable - did I mention an ex-assassin with over two dozen credited murders?

You never were 100% sure about being safe around him. Sure, he was... insanely attractive. His soft and short brown hair, the dark blue sapphires he had for eyes, pearly white teeth, chiseled and muscular body, and his deep voice; his mere presence was enough for butterflies to flutter around your tummy. But Bucky's dark history was always a thinking point for you.

"What if he goes crazy and tries to kill me?"

"What if he goes on another rampage and starts murdering everyone?"

"What if he doesn't love me?"

Your intrusive thoughts never got the best of you, but a single thought of Bucky's past made you quiver in fear.

But your relationship with him wasn't exactly, perfect. He might be free of his control from Hydra, but, he isn't exactly free from his new demons

Alcohol

His loneliness after Steve's death was apparent as he turned to heavy drinking to aid his sorrows. That's when you came in, you were initially there to help Bucky through his journey of rehab, were you successful? Fuck. no.

Every time you encountered him, instead of discussing his progress, you and he did the most lewd things together. He was completely taken aback by your beautiful and slim figure, he didn't need rehab, he needed you.

As of now, you lived with Bucky. You were both pretty set on spending your lives together, and you were both happy. Currently, he was out with Sam, you knew that Sam was the only other person Bucky was close with, he trusted him, and so did you. You laid in bed, waiting for Bucky to come home, hoping you guys could have some dinner together, maybe have some fun.

You heard a car pull into the driveway; you ran to the door, waiting to greet the love of your life. The door burst open, and there he was, running towards you.

"Y/N! I missed you so much baby, give me a kiss!" he said, hugging you, connecting his lips onto yours. The things you felt when you were in an intimate setting with him, they were surreal. You really loved him, but something wasn't right, you could tell something was off.

And then it hit you

The strong and unpleasant scent of alcohol. You pushed the man off of you, an acerbic look painted on your face as you looked him dead in the eye.

"Baby? W-why are you l-looking at me like that? W-what's wrong?"

You could tell that he was a little tipsy, if the smell wasn't enough, the slurring of his words definitely was. "Bucky, please be honest with me. Were you drinking?" you asked, squeezing his hands.

"Y/N! You know I'm sober! How could y-you doubt me?" his hands cupping your cheeks, his face getting redder and redder. "Baby, please believe me! I know I have a bad history with drinking but, please, I'm being honest."

"James! Don't lie to me! I love you too much for you to lie to me like this! How could you! I thought you were a new man!" you yelled, slapping his face. "Ok. You caught me, I'm so sorry Y/N. Sam just said it was one beer, but it ended up being several. Please forgive me! I promise, this won't happen again! Please, Y/N?" he pleaded, holding your waist.

The single tear that formulated on your cheek dried as you contemplated what you were going to do with Bucky. Was he really going to stop? Or was this another white lie that he told? You decided to give it one last chance, hoping the decision was right.

"Fine. I'm putting my trust in you Buck, please, just think about what this could do to you! It's going to kill you! Please just promise me that you'll stop, ok?" holding your pinky out. "I promise, baby. Thank you so much for believing in me" he said, latching his pinky onto yours, giving you a small kiss on the cheek. "Now, let's enjoy ourselves! The night is still young Y/N! I brought some takeout from that Mediterranean restaurant across town, I know you it's your favorite" he said, bringing you over to the polished dining table, adorned with the most appetizing food you've ever seen.

But one little nuisance on the table was there, a needle in a haystack, if you will. A tall bottle of whiskey. "Bucky, are you serious?"

"Baby. I know I promised I'd stop, but please! Just this once, I swear, this is the last one. C'mon, I know you like this brand. Don't try to deny it"

You hesitantly sat down, opening the bottle of whiskey. You knew Bucky would have some trick of his sleeve, so what did he do? He fished in one last drink, and it just so happened to be your favorite kind.

You two enjoyed your supper. You guys' just had a special bond, every time you were in each other's presence, you just felt, complete. Any thought of Bucky's past actions were completely eradicated as the expensive whiskey started hindering your brain.

Next thing you know, it was already 9 pm. Bucky was completely OUT, his pants undone and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tried to stand up.

"Y-Y-Y/N, w-we haven't h-had some f-fun in a w-while. L-lets m-make the most of o-our night," he slurred out, bringing you to the couch as he gripped your right thigh. "G-get off o-of me, I k-knew you c-couldn't k-keep from d-drinking" you said, barely being able to connect your words together.

The cold air thickened as tension started to build between you two, both completely drunk. "H-how dare y-you speak to m-me like that! You l-little brat!" he yelled, slapping your face hard. The tension in the room completely skyrocketed as the man you loved, the man you trusted, struck your face.

"B-Bucky? W-what's gotten into you?" you sniffled, holding your face. "W-w-what's gotten into me? What a-a-about you! You spoiled l-l-little ingrate! You n-need to be taught a lesson! You need thicker s-skin, Y/N" he slurred out, dragging you to the basement.

The countless kicks and screams you let out were completely useless as the 6 foot man effortlessly powered through your resistance. He slammed you onto a stool and tied your arms above your head, leaving you helpless.

"T-that's better baby! You s-see, I'm much older than you. I had it w-way harder than you when I was your age! I'm only doing this because I love you, trust me, Y/N" he said, pulling out a long, matte black whip.

The sound of screams, cries, and begs filled the room as the absolute terror you felt completely consumed your body.

"P-please Bucky! I'm begging you! Please don't hurt me! I love you! Don't you love me?"

"Oh Y/N, you're so adorable, I-I'm doing this for your own good, I'm sorry little one"

The final words he said before he maliciously whipped your torso, the loud crack breaking the seemingly forever silence that formulated between the two of you.

The screams coming out of your mouth intensified as the everlasting sting coursed through your veins, tears falling from your eyes as the man you trusted, just whipped you.

"Oh baby! That's what I like to hear! But, I think we could have more fun! Don't ya think?" he said before he grabbed a pair of red scissors and started cutting up your clothes.

You winced as your body was slowly being exposed in front of the man, as if it hadn't happened before. But this was a new side of Bucky you've never seen before, much more, possessive

He rubbed your baby soft skin, the sight of your delicate and skinny posture truly astonished him. The only thing you had on was a tight little spandex, your cock hard from Bucky's presence alone.

"Y-you're mine now, understand?" he said, practically inches away from your face. You jerked a nod before the whip cracked against your body again, a gush of blood spewing from your body. You screamed mercilessly as the immense pain you felt was practically permanent.

"Bucky! Please stop! I-I can't take it anymore!" you begged, a raspy breath leaving your mouth as you felt the air suddenly get hot.

Turns out, it wasn't the temperature, it was Bucky

He took his jacket off, revealing his rippling muscles and toned body, laced by his tight black tank top.

"Oh baby, I almost forgot. Don't ever call me Bucky, again. I'm your daddy now, your master, are we clear?" grabbing your face tightly.

"Y-yes, daddy" you whimpered out, absolutely terrified yet turned on by Bucky's sudden dominance.

"Good boy! Oh Y/N. I'm so p-proud of you. You see? It's not so hard to behave, right? Now, here's your reward for being so good"

Mere milliseconds after his words, his lips latched onto your neck. Sucking the absolute life out of it; moans and whines escaped your mouth, your libido level skyrocketing as the sound of skin against skin filled the room.

"Oh baby! I love tasting you! You're gonna feel so good when you're with daddy tonight, just wait and see"

His mouth continued attacking your neck, his lips traveling down your body onto your shoulders, biting and sucking on your skin, marking what was his. The angelic moans that left your mouth were like music to his ears, something that caused him to go even harder than he intended on.

His fingers caressed your nipples, goosebumps forming around them as Bucky relentlessly stimulated them.

"Daddy! Ugh! That f-feels so g-good!" you moaned as Bucky continued pinching and rubbing your nipples.

With no hesitation, he latched his lips onto your nipple, sucking on it with much determination and lust. The pleasure you felt was unreal; the tingles reaching the tips of your toes, making your cock twitch and harden as he continued sucking your nipples.

When he let out, your nipples were puffy and decorated with saliva, your breaths heavy and constant from all the pleasure you were feeling.

"Oh my sweet baby, Y/N. I love seeing you all horny and vulnerable like this. You make me want to do horrific things to you. But the night is young, I'm not finished with you" he said, viciously licking your neck.

His head was now face to face with your hole, your butt perfectly propped up so he was practically in breathing range of it. He kissed your inner thigh, prepping you for what was about to come next. The moans that left your mouth fueling the lewd activities he was about to commit.

His tongue started flailing in and out of your hole, swirling at a rapid pace. Your toes started to curl as you quickly became a sex doll for Bucky. "Daddy! Oh Fuck! Daddy I-I'm gonna c-cum!" you whined as he continued licking and playing at your sensitive hole.

"Baby! C'mon now, don't disappoint daddy like that! I know you're stronger than that, come on now, let me make you feel good"

You whimpered in response as your hole became drenched in Bucky's saliva, acting as a lubricant as he slowly inserted his thick fingers into your hole.

You screamed at the immense discomfort you felt, you've never been this intimate with Bucky ever in your life. "Does that feel good baby? You like when daddy shoves his fingers in your tiny little hole?"

All this dirty talk was making you queasy, your head practically spinning in circles as Bucky continued using your hole as a domain for his sexual pleasures. "I-I-I'm g-gonna cum!" you yelled at the top of your lungs, cock ready to burst at any moment.

"Oh no you don't" he whispered, gripping your tiny little pre-cum covered cock tightly.

"I know you're a good boy baby. Show daddy how good of a boy you can be! C'mon baby I know you can be a good boy. My good boy"

You snapped

Your cock jerked uncontrollably, drooling with ropes of white, thick cum. Your face turned red as you met Bucky's slightly disappointed face.

"Baby, I really hoped you could pull through for daddy. But it's ok! Daddy has a few tricks left for you"

"No daddy please! I can't take it anymore! I'm gonna... explode!" you pleaded, struggling to break out of your bonds.

"That's not how it works. I am your master, your daddy, you are my boy. You listen to me, absolutely no questions asked baby. Now, daddy has a new little toy here that he would love to try on you" he cackled, pulling out a pink vibrator.

Tears stained your cheeks as you knew what was about to come, you knew that you had no other choice but to comply, so why not enjoy it?

He attached the vibrator on your cute little cock and turned it on. You screamed as the vibrator tickled and pushed against your prostate, cum leaking from the tip of your cock.

"Daddy! Please take this o-off! I-I'm s-so horny!!!" you moaned as your bottom half twitched and shook from the absolute pleasure you felt.

Bucky noticed the state of mind you were in, somewhat amused by how fragile you were. And with the little bits of remorse still in him, he yanked the vibrator off your body, your cock worn out and drenched in pre-cum. You were a moaning, panting mess, cum disseminated over the floor.

"Oh baby~ You turn me on so much you don't even know. Such a sweet boy like you acting like this, this'll just be our little secret. Now, daddy has one last present for you, I promise, it's worth it" he said, slyly, before unzipping his pants. The big dick print in his boxers was making you so hard, oh you were so in love with him.

And then, oh!

A large piece of man meat sprang from his underwear as he pulled it down. The sheer size of it amazed you as he walked toward you.

"I want this to be a night for the books baby, let's make this special"

"Fuck me daddy!" you moaned before he slammed his monstrous dick into your tight hole. His thrusts: strong and firm.

"Oh fuck baby! I love how your little hole hugs my cock! You belong to me! No one else!" he yelled, a mixture of moans and whines filling the room as you both became infatuated with pleasure.

He starts to develop a fast and consistent rhythm with his thrusts, your moans getting louder and more high-pitched, making him even more turned on.

"Oh yeah! You love when daddy's big cock fucks your hole don't you! You naughty boy! You bussy is so greedy for daddy's cock isn't it" he growled, getting a broken and long moan in response.

Your body temperature started to climb higher and higher as the man you loved dearly continued fucking the daylight out of you. What you didn't realize? The fact that the ropes that put you in this very position broke in the midst of all the sexual pleasure you were feeling.

You didn't know how much longer you could handle this. Your bussy was practically broken after enduring all of Bucky's abuse, but the pleasure you felt continued to escalate by the second.

That's when, it happened again

Bucky's cock penetrated the most sacred and sensitive part of your entire body, your cock exploding with cum as your body twitched and quivered at the pleasure that basically consumed your entire body at this point.

"That's my boy! Oh y-you're daddy is close you're doing so well. Fuck!" he groaned as you could feel his thrusts growing sloppier.

You took notice of this and decided to give Bucky a taste of his own medicine: you pinched and twisted your nipples, causing your hole to tighten around Bucky's cock, making the man grow weak as his cock was being stimulated like no other before him.

"Oh shit! You naughty little bitch! Oh baby! I-I'm g-gonna cum!" he slurred out before unleashing his load inside your hole, strings of his white sticky cum polishing your insides an ivory color. You collapsed from the chair, your legs were practically immobile after all the pleasure and abuse you endured tonight.

Bucky crawled toward your destroyed figure, hugging you tightly and nuzzling your nose against his.

He carried you, bridal style, up from the basement into the bedroom you shared together.

"Now baby, let's get washed up, alright? We need to be perfectly clean before we sleep" he uttered, walking you over to the shower.

Despite the immense sexual activities that occurred that night, the shower you two had was one that was completely ingenuous.

You two shared a few loving, intimate moments, but nothing that was extreme. You were glad to have Bucky back. The old Bucky back. Sure, you loved the sex god that just fucked the shit out of you a couple minutes ago, but the little moments you have with him: you cherished forever.

You both got dried up and cuddled up on the bed together. "I'm so proud of you baby, we pulled off wonders tonight. I love you, Y/N" he said, kissing your forehead.

"I love you too, daddy" nuzzling your head against his chest.

You went to sleep madly in love with the man, and James Buchanan Barnes definitely loves you too~

[acebytaemin]

[end of an era]: closing #analook

first of all, i want to say thank you times five billion to everyone who’s ever tagged me in a post. it goes without saying that i have enjoyed every single one of them and will treasure this entire experience and all the beautiful creations i’ve gotten to see (and discuss in great lengths in the tags of course 🤭). now, that’s partly the reason why i feel like i should wrap it up - you all create such wonderful things and they all deserve my full attention and all the yapping i can muster yet sadly just don’t have the time to type up. it’s silly how much it’s meant to me (i might be tearing up a little) and how much i’m going to miss it, but i really do think it’s for the best. of course, feel free to @ me or send me any post of yours in the future - you know i’ll respond with enthusiasm. though it won’t come close to a gif/edit/artwork, i’ve typed up little thank-you notes to the main contributors to #analook as a token of my gratitude under the cut. love & appreciate you all SO so so so much! 💖

@atlantis-area - my dearest alexa, the reason i even started a user tag and got to experience all this, thank you The most 💖 hopefully you already know how grateful i am for you, so i won’t make it too long. it’s been a pleasure (and will continue to be) to watch your giffing style evolve and to get to be a fan of taemin alongside you. love you! 🩵

@herewegobebe - oh my darling ru where do i start 🥹 i’m soooo so thankful for your wonderful presence and your gifs (as ive already told you numerous times). you’ve been a real highlight of my tag (it’s still a bit of a starstruck moment for me to be your mutual/get tagged in your gifs tbh!) and it’s going to make me really really sad to potentially miss some of your gifs now but best believe i’ll be checking ur blog whenever i can 🙂‍↕️💖

@minhosblr - MAJA my number one gorgeous wino gif source i literally can’t believe you even tagged me in them to begin with i feel like it’s all been such a successful fan moment 🥹🐰🫶🏻 thank you so so much & ofc expect me all up in your tags regardless 😽💓

@kimsuyeon - my lili the absolute master of gifs with gorgeous quality and beautiful coloring and stunning women like you can truly do no wrong in my books anytime i see a gif of yours i get giddy and feel like cracking my knuckles and going IN in the tags. thank you soooo much for gracing me (and everyone else) w your gorgeous gifs 💝

@pink-vacancy - the way im going to miss yuna & mina served on a beautiful platter cannot be overstated.. thank you so much for adding a beautiful touch of cherry red spice to my tag 🙂‍↕️🍒💋 (and kinda beside the point but also for always being SO incredibly sweet & nice to me)

@faunandfloraas - jess my third favorite australian 🤭💕 your creativity and collecting moments/pulling parallels + funny tags have brought me very many giggles, thank you saaaaur much 😽💕

@chanrizard - sa thank you soooo much for my chan gif fixes 💖 and SORRY for all the stuff you’ve had to read in your tags and still tagging me regardless lmfaojfkdjdk you best believe you’ll keep on reading them as i’ll be a frequent visitor of your blog from now on 🫡

@rainknow - your art has been one my favorite things to find in my tag, thank you so so so much for using it! most wonderful capturing of lino i’ve ever seen, no one does his eyes justice like you do 😽💖 (pls if you ever feel like it and i don’t see a post of ur art mention me or send it to me - it’d be highly appreciated!)

@linoyes - thank you SO much for amping up the amount of linos in my tag, it’s been such a delight to see your giffing evolve and im excited to keep yapping in your tags in the future 🤭💞💞💞

@jonghyunluvr - your jjong/taemin posts are always so enjoyable, i love your insights and how you notice the same things as me sometimes hehe 🩵🩵 please do keep sending them to me by all means 😌

@shorelinnes - raf pleaseeee if you want to still send me or tag me in your art.. i’d be so sad to miss it and your gorgeous gifs too! im so very happy to have you around and i appreciate all the posts you’ve tagged me in so so much 💞

@strayklds - em i remember being nervoussss to ask you to tag me hdksjdk i think your gifs are so good and want to thank you Very much for tagging me in them! it’s really been a pleasure 🫶🏻

@briankang - TAY my minchan friend and my bangchan gifs supplier you best believe i’ll be checking your blog 🤭 thank you SO much for all you’ve tagged me in so far 💖 (still thinking abt your minchan ate teasers edits.. changed my life now idk if for the better or worse but. lives have been changed for sure)

@taeiltual - bex your gorgeous edits truly make me think that most of these companies truly need to do better, thank you so much for making everyone look more beautiful and tagging me along (hehe) for the ride! 💖

@ashmp3 @kissoflifes - thank you two SO much for using my tag as intended and for the highest purpose of all - in your gorgeous selfies! (& thank you zaynab for your beautiful gifs too ofc ofc) for sure still send them to me if i happen to miss them we Do Nottt want a tragedy like that to ever strike. love u my beautiful friends 💞💞

@28reas0ns - not directly related to my tag (though you did tag me in a couple of beautiful sets!) but just wanted to once again thank you for my header gif(s) i’ll really treasure them for a long time 💝

and a shoutout to everyone who’s tagged me in a few of their posts, thank you thank you thank you from the bottom of my heart! it’s really felt special every single time and i can’t thank you all enough for thinking of me and inviting me to yap in your tags like one would a vampire into their home. MWAH appreciate you all soooo so much 💖💖💖:

@reiiofsunn 💖 @drzephyr 💖 @hyunjinsource 💖 @minho-knows 💖 @speakofcompersion 💖@linolinoing 💖 @sunugf 💖

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

Okay so since there’s soooo much fucking transphobia rampant, here’s a post for those of you who either are Christian and/or surrounded by Christian queerphobes. Here’s a list of rebuttals to when they start talking about how being trans is ungodly.

Most of these rebuttals are religious as that is the base they will be arguing from; however I did include  bit of a science to make their heads spin.

“Genesis also says that God made morning and evening. Are morning and evening strictly binary? Is there nothing inbetween? Can you define 'morning'? How about the binary of darkness and light?”

“So if we're born the gender we are, what are intersex people?” [when they inevitably say there's just "so few of them"] “There are more intersex people than there are redheads. 1.7% of the population are Intersex, while roughly 1.5% are redheads. Does that mean that redheads do not 'count' when discussing hair color?”

[to “God doesn't make mistakes”] “Yes, of course. They just do impossible things. After all, if God could put a baby into a virgin, or could bring life to the dead, why could they not put a boy's soul into a girl's body, or vice versa?”

Feel free to also say “God literally made such a mistake with all humanity that they flooded the planet.”

This line is from a Jewish source, Something That May Shock and Discredit You by Daniel Mallory Ortberg: “As my friend Julian puts it, only half winkingly: 'God blessed me by making me transsexual for the same reason God made wheat but not bread and fruit but not wine, so that humanity might share in the act of creation.'”

Galatians 3:28: “There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus.“

If they're using the Deuteronomy verse (22:5, about not crossdressing or w/e), know that line is mistranslated. Quoting https://hoperemainsonline.com/index.php/transgender/, “A more literal translation from Hebrew reads 'The weapon of a warrior shall not be on a woman, nor shall a warrior put on the robe of a woman, for all who do these things are a hateful thing to the LORD thy God.' The word “robe” is translated from the Hebrew word simlah, which was a garment worn by both sexes. Clearly, this cannot be referring to cross-dressing. What could it be referring to then? A much more likely answer to that question is that it is about ritual purity and the mixing of blood. Both warrior’s swords and women’s garments would get blood on them, one from battle and the other from menstruation. To have a man wear the robe of a woman, or vice versa, would mix blood, which was considered an abomination under the law.”

Similar mistranslations result in the homophobic verses they spew as well. just browse through hoperemains for some inspo

This last one is long, but it talks about how all humans, including women, were created in God's image; therefore, God is both male and female. If it's wrong for humans to be, why is God enby themself? 

From The Africana Bible, edited by Hugh R Page Jr:

“The term occasionally translated as 'human beings' in the NRSV and generally as "man" in most other English versions is  'adam or ha'adam. Now this is clearly not a personal name (that is, Adam) as the KJV ill-advisedly begins to indicate at about Gen. 2:19. A better translation of this term, however, would be “the earthling” since the term is derived from the term ‘adamah, meaning “land” or “earth.” Such a translation clarifies better than “man” or even “human being” that the original intent of the author is to emphasize that God made “earthlings” as a whole, not just males, in God’s image[...]”

[...]“Such a translation takes into consideration that the term ‘adam is meant to function as a collective term referring to both the male and the female. Thus, we should note that ‘adam here is not a name or an ascription of gender but a collective term for “earthlings” in general; this is emphasized by the author’s choice of the plural pronoun ‘otham, and the use of the plural verbs veyirddu and urdu, meaning in 1:26 and 1:28, 'let THEM have dominion,' further reiterates the inclusive nature of the term ‘adam. [...] In Genesis 1 and 2, both genders were created with equal expressions of God’s image, equal authority over the earth, and equal value as human beings.”

[xiaoscarasimp]

Smol bit of cat boi smut 3

So im back at it again. ^^ this didn't turn out quite the way I wanted it to, but that just means I have stuff for pt 4

Nsfw(duh) mdni

triggers: afab reader, somewhat sadistic scara, mirror sex, piv sex, consensual voyeurism, oral(both give and receive) cum eating and of course SiZe KinK

Cat Boi Smut 3 

After a few hectic weeks of trying to make heads or tails of the magic book Lyney gave you, you decided it was time to test it out. However, you were a bit hesitant, in fear of screwing up, so you decided to call that Fontaine twink.  You dial his number and it rings a few times too many for your comfort. When he finally does pick up, his voice is groggy with sleep; it almost sounded like you had woken him up at 2 PM on a Tuesday. 

“H-hello?” He asked, not sure of who was calling. 

“Oh, hi, Lyney? This is y/n,” You keep your voice even, but the nerves start creeping up on you. “Remember that magic book you lent me the other day? I want to test it out, but am rather scared to try it with just me and Scara. W-will you help us out?" Ah, shit, you stuttered. 

“O-oh, hi y/n!” His voice gained a bit more energy. “Oh, yeah, sure. Is your cat boy ok with testing it out? I help without both of y’all’s consent.” 

“...did you just say ‘y’all’s?’”

“...not at all. Ok, maybe I did; I slip up when tired. When are you free next?” 

“Let me get with Scara, but I feel like Friday night should be good.” Not that your cat boy ever had any plans outside the occasional show he’d like to watch as it airs; there wasn’t anything on Friday that you knew of. 

Lyney yawns on the other line. “Sounds good. I’m going back to bed, late night last night.” 

Your stomach starts getting butterflies at the thoughts of your next adventures. While you wanted it to be just you and Scaramouche, you didn’t want to take the chance of stuff going wrong; plus you had a feeling that your cat boy was starting to like not only being with you, but also with Lyney as well.

Once you get home, you let Scaramouche know that you two have a "date" with Lyney Friday night, and that you were going to test out the book of magic. His ears perked up at this, his tail twitching happily; however, his face portrayed none of the excitement that his body was. 

"Better not screw anything up," He pointedly says, although with a bit of affection. "Been getting bored lately because someone's too pussy to try anything on her own." The cat boy has the audacity to wink at you, smirking and glowering. 

You tackle him to the sofa and straddle him, hands to his throat. Scaramouche still has that cheeky grin; he knows you won't actually hurt him. You'll just tease him a little bit, make him beg for you. He starts laughing darkly as you tighten your hands playfully, his gaze egging you on. 

"I'm no pussy. If anyone's the pussy here it's you, pussy cat boy," you laugh. You release your hold on him and ruffle his hair and ears. He scowls at you, hopes smashed (unlike him). 

"I have dinner to cook tonight. Was thinking about a stir fry style dinner, i.e. fried rice beef and a few veggies. If you're a good cat boy, maybe I'll even pan fry you some shrimp." You say as you get up. His tail flicked happily, mouth was drooling slightly at the thoughts of pan fried shrimp.

As you're cooking dinner, you see Scaramouche scrolling his phone, even typing out a few things here and there. Usually, this was not abnormal behavior, but since you mentioned the date for Friday night, he was probably looking for ideas of what to do to you. The cat boy had a sadistic streak going for him, and how far he would take things with you underneath him had you a bit worried. 

"Hey, Scara," you call out. "Shrimp's done! Pan fried in garlic and herb butter." You puff out your chest proudly. The stir fry was also done, but Scaramouche had little to no interest in it; he only had eyes for the shrimp. 

As you guys discuss plans and boundaries for Friday, you realize that almost anything was on the table as long as it didn't kill or permanently mutilate either of you. Oral, toys, anal, pegging: all things that you and the cat boy consented to. 

~~♡♡♡~~

Friday night had arrived at last. You and Scaramouche picked out some appropriate outfits for the night: you wearing a shorter and tighter than normal skirt with a lacy top with a nice lingerie set, complete with thigh high stockings and garter belt underneath. Your cat boy did not put as much effort in his outfit: going in his usual skin tight black turtleneck and skinny jeans. You weren't going to deny it: that look suited him very well; it accentuated his sharp features and complimented his hair very well.

You knock on Lyney's door three times, and wait a bit before hearing frantic footsteps on the other side before the door swings open. Lyney’s hair was almost perfect, however you could still tell a few hairs were out of place; he must have overslept a bit. 

“H-hey, welcome in!” Lyney stammers; very unlike him. “I was just getting some props ready for tonight. Have you guys eaten? I have a roast going.” He was speaking a thousand words a minute. It was actually rather cute to see the usually suave magician flustered. 

“Lyney, calm down,” You laugh. “A roast sounds lovely, don’t you think, Scara?” The cat boy was scowling in the background, not fond of the light blush on your face when talking to the blonde. 

“..fine, whatever makes you happy, y/n.” His tail flicked in annoyance. Scaramouche wasn’t fond of beef, but he knew that he needed the energy for their activities tonight. The cat boy’s eyes sizzled at the thought of those activities. 

As Lyney invites the two of you in, you can’t help but to be in awe of his house. It had an old-timey aesthetic, lined with wooden bookcases and dressers in the hall way. The hallway split off into multiple rooms, with a modern looking kitchen at the end. The smell of the roast greeted you as you got closer to the kitchen; it had obviously been slow cooking for hours upon hours. 

“Make yourselves at home,” Lyney says in an upbeat voice. “I’ll grab the plates. Eat as much as you like, my siblings have already had their fill.” 

He must mean Lynette, you muse to yourself.

“So when do we get to the fun?” Scaramouche asks abruptly, ears twitching impatiently. “Save the pleasantries and let’s get on with it. I need you to hurry up and teach y/n how to work the damn book so I can get rid of you." 

Lyney almost teleports across the room and grabs Scaramouche’s chin, purple eyes twinkling mischievously. "We'll see how long you'll be saying that, mon chéri. I think you'll find some of the more fun things can only be done between you and I." He winks and gracefully grabs plates and chairs for dinner. If you didn't know better, you'd think that you were watching the furniture and tableware come to life. 

As you guys eat, you set boundaries for the night; each party having a say in what they did and did not want to do along with safe words. Lyney offers up toys or all sizes for you guys to use, along with the thoughts of sitting some of the action out to let you enjoy your cat boy one on one. He wasn’t going to leave you alone in case something went wrong; he’d be watching over you. 

“Oh, yeah, I completely forgot to mention, yes you will be getting cat ears and a tail again; it’s part of procedure at this point. Don't ask why; apparently the creator of the tome had a thing for cat boys or cat girls or something like that," Lyney mentions casually. You weren't going to lie though: having cat ears and tail made you feel closer to your precious cat boy.

Lyney leads you two to one of the side rooms that has a bed with a canopy, surrounded by mirrors and few dim lights. There was a dresser on the left side of the bed, supposedly with the lube and toys Lyney had mentioned over dinner. The sheets were pink and appeared to be satin and the comforter was rather plush.

"Here you guys go!" Lyney leads you two in, arms stretched out. "The mirrors are two way, so I can see you, but you can't see me. Any questions? Remember: the magic words are felis nekomas. I did not make the phrase; blame the creator."

"Felis nekomas!" You say in a timid voice, scared of the tome not responding to you. To your surprise, you feel the sensation of the cat ears and tail sprouting from your head and back, wiggling on their own at first. You catch Scaramouche looking at you in awe when he turns away, face flushed with pink.

"Now, the shrinking or growing is variable," Lyney continues on. "Since it's a two way street, you can shrink him and he can do the same to you. Likewise with making each other bigger. Now granted, you can also be selfish and use the magic on yourself, but it'll be less efficient. Any questions so far? Also, same rules apply as last time: cumming will make you shrink and if you cum in or on each other, you will grow" You and Scaramouche shake your heads. "I'll keep an eye on you both; make sure to put on a good show for me, will you? I want to enjoy myself tonight too." 

“Lyney, what is the actual purpose of the room?” You question him. 

“It was my master’s room, and where I learned how to do magic. I figured it would be a great place to set the mood.”

You and your cat boy exchange glances, wondering what to try first, and how to give the magician the show of a lifetime. You decide that you were going to let Scaramouche take the lead since he was not in control at all last time. As the door shuts behind you two, you drag your cat boy over the bed and start kissing him gently, starting on the forehead, then progressing down to his lips. 

As you deepen the kiss by biting gently at his lip, his hands move themselves down your body, eventually finding their way to your tail. Once he was at the base, he tugged gently, sending shivers up your spine. You gasp and Scaramouche uses this opportunity to thrust his tongue in your mouth, swirling his tongue around yours. 

"Sc-scara," you moan, your senses overwhelmed by him. He deepens the kiss, and starts to push you backwards on the bed, one hand moving to cradle the back of your head. His knee moves between your legs, rubbing against your throbbing pussy.

"Heh," He chuckles. "If kissing has you this turned on, I'd hate to see the state of your pussy." The cat boy practically rips off your shirt, revealing the lacey bra. His eyes widen; you were wearing his favorite lingerie set. 

"So cute, but don't you think you're wearing a bit too much?" 

Scaramouche unhooks your bra and discards it, leaving your erect nipples exposed. The room wasn't cold by any means; they were stiff from arousal. He leans down and swirls your nipple with his tongue and groping the other one with his hand. His slightly rougher than normal tongue enhances the sensation ten fold. As he bites at the nipple, running his tongue over the sensitive bud even faster, your hands start to move towards your dripping sex. Scaramouche grabs your hands and holds them above your head, shaking his head. 

"Now," the cat boy says with a devilish grin. "It wouldn't be fair of my pretty little cat girl to get her pleasure first." His nails dig into your wrists as you rub your legs together in an attempt at soothing the burning sensation of arousal.

He presses his knee further into your crotch, his face daring you to rub yourself off on it. You start to rub your still clothed pussy on his leg, when he pulls it away, tutting at you. 

"You still have too much on," as he takes off your skirt, leaving you in a lacy thong and thigh high socks. Scaramouche knew about the stockings as they completed your outfit very well, but the selection of panties was a pleasant surprise. 

The cat boy slides the crotch of your almost non existent underwear to one side and starts running his tongue across your clit. As you approach the peak, Scaramouche growls, "Say my name," through licks.

"S-scara! I'm c-cumming!!" You are almost screaming at this point, pleasure rolling over you. “Scara, pl-please! I-I need your dick inside m-me!” 

“Good girls cum in my mouth first.”

As you cum, you start to feel the familiar icy hot sensation of shrinking underneath your lover. Your formerly too tight underwear and stockings were now comically too big. In contrast though, his tight clothing becoming even tighter; his bulge becoming even more prominent. Scaramouche had a Cheshire cat-like grin on his face; the sight of your small body underneath him, the anticipation of your tight, hot pussy, waiting to be filled by his throbbing cock. 

Once the shrinking stops, you notice that you are about seven inches to a foot smaller now, but Scaramouche grew by the same margin. He towers over you as he grabs your pretty little face and slams his lips into yours. Scaramouche quickly unbuttons his pants and practically rips them off, revealing a big, flaming red cock, dripping with precum. You start to wonder how that's even going to fit in you at this point, but more importantly: you were enraptured at the thought of being impaled by your lover. 

"You want this in your pussy, don't you?" He smirks, not missing the lust in your eyes. "Too bad. Good little whores only get this cock in their mouth." You start salivating at the sight of the precum dripping down the shaft. "But first: I think you deserve this." He holds up a slightly bigger than average dildo with a clit stimulator, although at this size, the toy was almost too big. Scaramouche slams the toy inside you, causing you to moan a little bit. He shows you the remote with an evil grin on his face, hinting that he was going to turn it on at any moment.

"And you're not allowed to cum until I do. Can't have you getting any smaller before you please me. Now: suck" 

You gently start licking the tip of his cock, starting at the slit and working your tongue around the head. Your tiny hands were gently massaging up and down the shaft, although they could barely wrap themselves around the large member. As Scaramouche moans in pleasure from stimulation, he finds himself wanting more. 

“Haaa, don’t be afraid to stick the whole thing in your mouth, you know. If you do, I’ll reward you,” the cat boy moans. As soon as your mouth wraps around the tip, he turns the toy to the lowest setting, making you moan in surprise and delight. The vibrations send shivers down his shaft, his cock almost bursting from the pleasure. 

With a sadistic smile, he looks down on you and cranks the toy up the max setting making you yelp and moan in surprise. 

“S-Scara!” You cry, tears pulling at the edges of your eyes. All of your senses were being overwhelmed by the taste and smell of his dick and the vibrating toy in your pussy. “I ne-need to cum!” You manage to moan with his member in your mouth.

“Good girls w-wait for their p-partner to cum first,” He moans, ears twitching in pleasure. Scaramouche just needed more of your tiny mouth and was prolonging the act to try to get more of it.

You feel his dick pulsating in your mouth along with your abused clit and all the sensations sent you over the edge before your partner could attain his high. You groan in frustration and pleasure as you shrink with your mouth stuffed full of cock leaking even harder than before. Scaramouche notices that the toy was becoming too big for your hole, and begins leaving a bulge in your stomach and starts fucking your face faster and faster. 

"Haa, you f-feel so d-damn tight. A small, perfect little mouth, j-just for m-me," He moans out. "B-be a good girl a-and swallow it all, hmm." You nod vigorously, the tip of his massive cock barely in your mouth. Your tongue runs over his slit right before he cums in your mouth, a sweet, salty, but yet bitter release. You swallow the entirety of his load, opening your mouth as proof you swallowed it all. 

As the magic would have it, you eventually grew a little bit and your cat boy was back to his original size, if not a bit smaller; his pants and shirt that were tight to begin with now a bit looser. You wrap your tail around his, noticing how right it felt. As you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you became self-conscious of how small you looked beside him now, but somehow it felt so right. 

You had forgotten the toy was still inside of you as Scaramouche pulled it out, it  was dripping with your juices. The cat boy did something you’d never expect him to do: lick the toy clean, growing a bit as he did so. After the toy was licked clean, he then shoved his fingers back in your abused hole and swirled them around, hitting that sweet spot, causing you to arch your back in pleasure. 

“Hnng, Scara,” You moan, voice becoming winey. “I just c-came, i-it’s too much.” 

His ear flicked, as if he heard something in the background. “Shh, darling, we still have to give the magician a show of a lifetime,” he murmurs in your ears, breath stimulating you even further. 

Scaramouche lifts you up effortlessly and slams you down on his dick, facing away from him, staring at the two of you in the mirror. You try to turn your face away in shame but his delicate but strong hands grab your chin and force you to look at yourself, face stained with tears of pleasure. He was covered in sweat, hair plastered to his face, but it made him look even hotter, not that he wasn’t before. 

“I think our friend is watching; if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was enjoying himself. Same could be said for yourself.” His voice was a drug at this point, clouding over your mind.  The more he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, the more turned on you became, bouncing up and down on his cock, looking at yourself in the mirror, embarrassment. You tried to look away a few more times, but each and every time, he’d force you to look back at the mirror, pulling on your tail or ears as he did. 

All of a sudden, he bites down on your neck, your walls clenching down even harder on his dick as he does so, prompting him to bite even harder harder on the other side. The cat boy almost came the first time your walls clenched down on him, but the second time he bit down, he emptied ropes of hot cum in your abused hole. 

You can feel him shrinking underneath you, his shirt almost two sizes too big now. As you got bigger, you could feel him starting to get hard again despite just cumming inside of you just now. Your poor cat boy just couldn’t get enough of you, big or small. He tries to move out from under you, but you flip him around and straddle his face so he could lick you clean. 

“Now, lick,” you command, and he nods furiously. Scaramouche’s semi-rough tongue starts at your clit, stimulating it to almost another orgasm, but you decide to hold out for one last round. He then moves his way to your hole, tongue lapping up every last bit of the mixed juices. This time, however, you stop the spell from changing your sizes; you wanted to end the night like this before canceling the spell. 

“Mmph,” Scaramouche moans. “So b-bitter; I l-like it. Aren’t I supposed to be growing though?” He suddenly asks in a clearer voice. 

You giggle; teasing what you could see of his ears. “Sorry, honey, I want you to stay underneath me for a bit longer.” 

As he slurped the juices from your sex, you orgasm one last time, before releasing the spell, returning you both back to normal albeit a bit messier than what you started. Your tail and cat ears recede slowly,  eventually disappearing entirely. Panting, you look around for Lyney when he appears right beside you, clapping with a big smile on his face despite being a bit disheveled himself. If you had to guess, he was probably pleasuring himself while you and Scaramouche were going at it. The fact that mirrors were two way meant that he could have seen how small and needy you had become, the thought making you blush slightly.

"Bravo, mon chéri" Lyney says, eyes twinkling. He then grabs Scaramouche’s face, eyeing him top to bottom. His ears flicked in annoyance, jerking his face out of the magician's hand. "You guys are marvelous! Especially you, Scaramouche. The look on your face as you-” Your cat boy’s hand covers his mouth before he could go any further. You chuckle awkwardly, still pretty well fucked out and basking a bit in the after glow. 

“Shut it…” Scaramouche mumbles, a flush of red marking his face. Although he knew that Lyney was watching them, and even knew exactly where he was to try and give him the best angle, he still was embarrassed after the fact. He turns his head towards you and asks if you two were staying the night as it was quite late and none of you guys had anywhere to be in the morning. You sarcastically ponder for a moment before saying yes.

“Great! I knew this was going to happen, so I prepared a room for you two!” Lyney absolutely beamed; it wasn’t often he had guests, especially ones that put on such a show for him. He does an over exaggerated magician's bow.“Right this way then!” 

You two follow him down the long hallway before arriving at a wooden door which opens into a large open room, not unsimilar to the one you were just in, minus the mirrors. The bed had the same type of satin sheets, but this time in blue although the comforter was just as plush as the other one. 

“Room comes with its own bath so you guys can refresh yourselves before bed. I feel like you guys might need it,” Lyney winks. Knowing what he was getting at, you accepted his offer, but told him no funny business. Scaramouche scowls in the background, but the magician shrugs him off. 

Thanking him as he steps out, you strip down to go relax in the bath. You extend the offer to the cat boy to come in with you, but he shakes his head and mutters something about not wanting to get water in his ears. 

Sighing, you step into the huge, white bathroom that looked like it had a swimming pool in the middle, which you discovered was the actual relaxing area. Upon closer inspection, you notice that this pool had what looked like hot tub jets-perfect for relaxing sore muscles after a long stressful day. You almost start to wonder if this was Lyney’s personal bathroom, but shake your head at the preposterous thought. No way he would let guests into his precious space, right? 

You head over to the wash area and rise yourself off before settling down into the tub, letting the heat and jets add to the bliss of being fucked out earlier. As your mind starts to wander, a shadow looms over you. 

“Scara?” You question sleepily. “I thought you didn’t want to bathe with me tonight.” 

A pair of hands cover your eyes, startling you awake. You try to squirm out of them, but they have a firm grip on you.

"Guess who?" 

[thegoldheartlocketandkey-blog]

911 Spoilers Season 2: You’ve been warned. 😅

Episode 1

Okay so I wasn’t kidding when I said I was taking notes during my rewatch of season 2. I’ll show you the first page out of 15 pages I’ve written.

My hand writing is atrocious, and my grammar is definitely all over the place, but if you find my hand writing difficult to read, I’ll have my notes transcribed below. With more of an analysis/summary.

Buddie ❤️

Season 2: Episode 1

• Buck meets Eddie (Shirtless). Buck is obviously intimidated and subconsciously finds him attractive.

Can we talk about the song choice the producers/editors went with for this scene. What do you mean “What a man” is playing in Buck’s head when he first sees Eddie.

• Eddie obviously not comfortable with team yet, wants to be impressive. Shows off Army skills. Buck is more jealous.

Eddie really just wants to be accepted and apart of the group, and just do a good job. And we have Buck over here being grumpy and realistically concerned over his own place in the team.

• Gym scene= Lots of peacocking. Eddie just wants to be helpful / impressive. Eddie obviously finds Buck attractive Buck is too jealous to actually notice that.

Why are they being so unnecessarily aggressive with each other. The tension in the room isn’t just a simple I don’t like this person vibe. It’s more of a lustful tension, that’s the best way to describe it. Keep in mind I thought the tension in this scene was weird when I first watched the episode, and before the idea of shipping them ever crossed my mind. Now rewatching it just solidifies my desire for them to end up together.

• Eddie & Buck remove a bomb and this near death experience squashes any bad blood between them and is the start of their friendship.

Possibly the shortest Enemies to Besties trope to ever exist. Not going to say Lovers yet, but the way they were looking at each other definitely suggests that possibility.

• Buck tries to come up w/ cute nicknames for Eddie. Eddie is enjoying the interaction. Both acknowledge the other is attractive when trying to figure out who won the calendar.

This scene. Eddie’s reactions. Bucks complete 180 behavioral change towards Eddie is the moment I acknowledged their mutual attraction towards each other. It’s still not the moment I shipped them, it was something I didn’t fully acknowledge until I watched more episodes. I just knew they were going to be really great friends.

* Lots of smoldering eyes from Eddie and lip biting. Eddie may not realize it, but his body language is screaming he finds Buck attractive.

Eddie doesn’t lip bite when looking at Chim, Bobbie or Hen. He only seems to do it when looking directly at Buck.

Transcribing my notes for the other episodes might take me a while. I plan to post my notes for episode 2 and 3 soon because they are short. I may even include episode 4. Idk, this little project is just to get me ready for Season 7 and possibly channel my obsession in some way other than reading fanfic.

Please feel free to tell me if I missed something or if you think I’m wrong about something I’m happy to discuss these episode break down.

[animefinatic]

Just me playing devils advocate with the Rumbling. Spoilers for aot

Since the new episode drop all sorts of discussions and memes are on the internet including once again casting judgement on Eren and the ‘Yeagerist’ both in show and fans irl.

I myself am an Eren apologist or Yeagerist. While I don’t seriously feel the need to defend myself, I’ve grown pretty grey when it comes to morals in an anime. I could simply say I have watched this man grow and suffer for too long in the series to suddenly switch on him at the end. I could say I’m loyal to a fault, where if I can justify the action I will support you regardless be it a fictional character or a real person. If I can justify the means I will probably support you and your decision.

However I feel everyone is focusing on innocent children are dying and it’s wrong(which I agree is sad). But I feel there’s some things I feel people are magically forgetting about.

Eren was just a kid when Birthcontrol, Reiner and Annie came storming in from Marley and attacked Paradis. And many many other people, children included, died in the aftermath of the wild titans that were let into the wall. On top of the following death that came when the government couldn’t hold the refugees from the breached wall and sent them on a death mission that was essentially population control. All that because they were attacked first. Innocent lives have been lost long before Eren had ever gotten the power needed to start the rumbling.

Paradis island and the Eldians in general were under a constant threat by Marley. Did we all just forget the wild mindless titans are people? Actual eldians from Marley that were punished by being forcefully turned into mindless titans and were let loose onto Paradis that have been tormenting the people on the island the entire time. Meaning this whole time the scouts have been unknowingly killing their own people for survival. And had to kill them after knowing this truth just to officially clear the island of titans for good(minus the wall Titian’s and the shifters of course.)

The people Eldians on Paradis have NO IDEA what exists over the wall. The average person was left in the complete dark and only the royals knew the truth and forced everyone to continue living in the walls. The whole argument was ‘well Eldians started it’ but the royal family just locked themselves away on Paradis and kept everyone ignorant. Eren and Armin dreamed of what was over the walls to be free of Titian’s. Imagine finally getting through the nightmare that is fighting all the Titian’s to know they weren’t the last of humanity. But CIVILIZATIONS have modernized. And not only that they’ve already labeled your kind, specifically paradis as the enemy. The worst of humanity, monsters. What would you do? What do y’all expect him to do? You think he’s going to just take that sitting down?

What other option did he have? Being diplomatic and peacefully talking it out seems good on paper. And quite honestly following the peaceful route was gonna get them all killed. That episode where they went to Marley and sat in on that meeting. Eren essentially deadass heard everyone make Paradis the scapegoats for everything wrong with the world, even other Eldians are throwing Paradis eldians under the bus. After that speech it’s no wonder he left the group to execute his plan ‘with’ Zeke (we know he double crosses his own brother). There was no hope to peacefully talk it out when the whole world has decided paradis island is the enemy. And for all the damage and distraction Eren did not attack until war was officially declared on Paradis island first. They was gonna send destruction on a higher scale to the island had Eren not made his move. He simply brought the war to them.

In the end it was literally Paradis against the world. Eren is going to choose his home and his friends over the world that’s already declared them an enemy. And frankly I can’t and won’t blame him for attacking first. In a perfect world I would have loved for all eldians across the globe to stand together. But because they’ve already been brainwashed and condemned paradis eldians I could just say their deaths are an unfortunate collateral damage. Seeing the sheer destruction and mayhem the rumbling is causing is shocking and I was left speechless. And Eren himself hates he has to do this but he’s going to do whatever it takes to make sure the eldians of paradis island are free. I can agree the rumbling is horrifying but I can see why it happened. In the new episode even the commander of the Marleain army can acknowledge this is the cultivation of all their hate being returned back to them.

[prettygreenpills]

Missed years - Morticia Addams, Larissa Weems x fem!reader

part 6

characters: Morticia Addams, Larissa Weems x fem!reader

rundown: you are trying to sort your feelings out in school while you’re having a class with Thornhill

warnings: shapeshifting, argue!, fainting, etc.

!reader is 19yo!

You sat onto a free chair in the class, hoping in that no one would sit next to you. You really didn’t care about your classmates, you did not talk to them, care about them or anything what had anything to do with them. You just took out your book and put it onto the desk, waiting for the class to begin.

Someone sat down next to you and you sighed. Looking aside you saw Enid, who was supposed to be laying in her dorm, sick.

You closed your eyes when Thornhill walked inside of the class. By that time everyone who was supposed to be in there was. Larissa too.

“Okay guys. We are starting with poisonous plants today. Can anyone tell me what is this beauty called?” The teacher asked and you saw Bianca lift her hand. You let the girl answer the question and that was the moment which you used for a little talk.

“What do you want Larissa?” you hissed in her direction while trying to pretend that you were searching for something in the book you had opened.

“How do you know?”

“You’re messing with the shapeshifting again, even if i told you what affect did it have on me,” you said and then decided to answer her question. “Enid is laying sick in her room. What do you want?” You asked her, your tongue sharp enough to leave cuts.

“Someone heard you yesterday night,” Larissa said only and your eyes widened. Still watching what was happening in front of you in the class, you gulped loudly. You didn’t dare to look aside to meet Enid’s face who was actually Larissa. “Is that true?”

“Enid please pay attention to the class,” Ms Thornhill asked her and you wanted to smile a little. She had no idea it was the principal.

Since Larissa had to stay quiet to not get Enid in trouble, you had enough time to think about what happened in the previous days.

You met your ex. The ex who was messing around with shape shifting just like now. And somehow you both got drunk, ending up together in her bed.

You closed your eyes and wiped your eyes using only two fingers of your hand. This couldn’t be really happening right?

But why did you allow that? You didn’t use to get that drunk. That drunk you would make out with your ex, waking up in her bed and escaping.

You felt guilty. For what have you done. That you had sex with Larissa felt bad, but what happened after, fucking Morticia in your room to forget felt even worse. And you knew that it wouldn’t help you at all.

Your attention was back in the class when you realized that Larissa moved even closer to you. It was wrong. You had Morticia. It was so wrong.

You pulled away from Larissa and looked at Ms Thornhill. She was showing you a plant you had every information about so you didn’t have to pay attention at all. But it was better than thinking about the last few days.

“It is,” you whispered only and knew that Larissa heard you. Enid’s knuckles turned white and she closed her eyes when you looked at her. Larissa was mad.

When some kind of conclusion ran through your head, you gasped. Loudly.

“Y/n, are you feeling alright?” Ms Thornhill asked you and you decided to use the opportunity.

“I am sorry Ms. Could I please return to my dorm?” You asked, playing sick. Professor looked at you and nodded her head. You had to seem pale as well since when you stood up, the professor spoke up to Enid.

“Enid please take Y/n to the emergency room,” Thornhill asked her and you closed your eyes.

“Of course Ms,” Enid said and she stood up, offering you her hand. Knowing that this was a sick game, you didn’t take it and walked out of the room between all of the kinds of plants the professor had there.

When the doors shut behind you, you started to feel really sick. You didn’t want to talk to her. Not at all. Not talking about what we’re you about to discuss.

When you turned back to face Enid, the woman wasn’t Enid anymore. You were facing the tall blonde in her silver dress and you gulped loudly. When you looked into her face, you couldn’t tell if she was angry or sad. Somehow both.

“Yes Morticia was in my dorm. With your permission. And yes, they could hear us. Because I was finally with someone who I love.” You said sharply and looked into the pair of blue eyes the headmistress had.

“Y/n you know that my students are not allowed-“

“Oh I am your student suddenly? Yeah? What was I when you used that I was drunk and laid me on your table? What was I back then?” You asked, anger filling your veins.

“You were-“

“Your student? Should I go and tell the sheriff?” You threatened her the same way she used to and you took a calming deep breath. “You’re truly unbelievable.”

“Y/n just let me explain-“

“Let you explain what?!” Your voice raised and your body was slightly shaking from anger. “Explain that you maybe thought I would leave Morticia for you? If you have sex with me?” You kept talking loudly and Larissa shut her eyes.

“Y/n it is not like that-“

“No? And how is it then?” You didn’t give her a chance to answer and Larissa rested all the muscles on her face, seeming sad.

“I-“ she started and looked around. When she was sure there was no one, she went on. “I still love you.”

“Oh do you?” You asked and when Larissa didn’t answer, a horrible thought popped out in your head. You backed away from Larissa and took a breath. “It was you-“

“I was what?”

“You shape-shifted again. When Morticia was supposed to come. That’s why you know about everything. I wasn’t making love to Morticia-“

“Y/n, I have no idea what are you talking about-“

“Yes you do! You turned into Morticia-“ you said quietly and your eyes filled with tears. You had no idea what was going on when everything went black for a second and you leant on the wall behind you. All you could hear was beeping and you tried to remember everything from the night with Morticia, but you couldn’t recall.

“Y/n? Y/n!” Larissa raised her voice and there was nothing else you could remember. Everything went black and the last thought you had in your mind was that you cheated on Morticia more than once. All because of the stupid shape-shifting.

“My love-“ Morticia kissed you onto your cheek. You could smell her perfume. You held her hand. It felt so real.

Her eyes were black and she seemed really worried. Her black hair was falling onto her shoulders and she was standing next to your bed, leaning closer to you. You were in the emergency room.

“Tisha I love you,” you whispered and Morticia smiled, stroking your cheek. You couldn’t do anything else, just to lay there and keep watching Morticia, who had her eyes full of love. She didn’t seem to know about what happened yet. And then, when her smile widened, you saw it.

Black hair turned into white. Long hair turned into short. Her black eyes were replaced with blue ones and the tone of her lipstick changed from black to bright red one.

You gasped and sat up on the bed. There was no one around you and you really were in the emergency room. Your breathing was fast, faster than ever and you looked around.

No white hair. No black hair. There wasn’t another person with you in the room, what also meant no other soul. When you realized, you laid back into the bed and kept watching the ceiling.

Every single thing with Larissa was over. You drew a line, not allowing her to come closer to you than she was supposed to. That was it. You loved Morticia. The tall black haired woman with beautiful curves. Not the blonde who was messing with shape-shifting every time she thought it could be useful.

@finelineskies

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Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Chapter 3 : Fawley? F-A-W-L-E-Y?

Harry J. Potter / reader

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      “Attention everyone!” It was Bagman speaking again “It has been decided that the judges will be needing more time to discuss the scores, due to uh..special circumstances”. By now it was crystal clear that Harry had indeed saved the completely wrong person, and needless to say Harry has freed you but at the cost of derailing this whole thing slightly; he also gave Karkaroff more of a reason to hate him. 

      “Everyone is free to leave the venue now, and lunch will be served at the great hall shortly after!”.  Everyone had started to make their way to the great hall after Bagman announced this, it seems that the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons champions had made their way to their respective headmasters' side.  Cedric had been joined by his friends, much like Harry, and so he made his leave.  Leaving you, Harry, Hermione, and Ron alone..well mostly alone, there were still some stranglers staying behind but whatever.  

      By now you and Harry were fully dry (Harry more so than you thanks to Hermione);  you found yourself standing awkwardly in front of the trio as they were still caught up in their own bickering.  Finally, Harry remembered your existence, and offered you an apologetic (and awkward) smile as he tried to divert the attention over to you.  “Guys–guys!” Harry’s sudden loudness elicited silence from the two of his friends.  

      “There's still another person here..” Slowly, they turned around from Harry and faced you, as they originally had their backs turned from you.  Awkward silence took over the group as Ron and Hermione had a silent fight on who was going to speak first, thankfully Harry got the message and broke the ice. “This is Y/N, Y/N Fawley.” Harry spoke, you could clearly see the gratefulness reflected in his two friends’ eyes.  “Right then, nice to meet you Y/N.  I'm Ron Weasley—blimey it feels odd to introduce myself for once..anyways, that's-” 

      “Fawley?  Like, F-A-W-L-E-Y, Fawley?  Wow..how interesting..and your name is Y/N?  That's a bit odd.” said the girl, you knew her name from when students around the lake would gossip but anyways, “Yeah..uhm sorry that it's a weird name..I guess?” despite it not being in your control, you couldn't help the apology that rolled out on instinct, people pleaser and all that.  “Oh!  No no, I don't mean it like that at all, but it's just that you disappeared from Hogwarts grounds ages ago, as in like, 50 years ago!  In fact you are thought of to be the ‘lady of the lake’, though I guess lady wouldn't be an accurate title considering your age..been debating that topic with my roommates for ages!  Anyways, is it true that you helped open the chamber of secrets?  Or is that just completely false?” 

      It was clear that she was rearing to ask more questions but took a moment to breathe.  You weren't used to being questioned like this but then again, all those assignments Slughorn used to assign that required everyone to start interviewing each other on the usefulness of anecdotes was helping..kinda.  Anywho, you heard Ron interrupt her little ramble, “Oh come off it, you can't tell me to stop ‘overwhelming’ Harry if you're just gonna go ahead and do this!” her ears went pink.  

      You tried to help her case by saying that you, truly, didn't mind one bit, but you found that she already made a rebuttal, “Hmph.  I’ll just save the questions for later then!  By the way, my name is Hermione Granger.  I hope to be great friends with you, seeing as you know the value of information gathering!  Unlike someone here..” truth be told you don't really know the value of ‘information gathering’ but right now you just needed a few friends to help you catch up on what you missed in these past..50 years was it?  

      “Y..Yeah!  I’d like to be friends too..Hermione.” You slightly smiled at her, and your cheeks were a bit pink.  ‘Dear Helga, being isolated from others really does things to you!  And Merlin’s beard, 50 years?  50 years have passed..all my friends, everyone I knew..they would be gone by now surely..’ you thought, it was depressing to think about really, the thought that all your old friends would be..well–old now.  And here you are, still physically and mentally 14.  It's as if time had stopped for you, but you must move on for now.  You will give that topic some more thought another time.

      “Great, now if that's all sorted can we go eat lunch now, I'm as hungry as one gets.” Ok well, now you felt a bit bad because of how long introductions took, but anywho he was right.  And frankly you started to miss sitting in the great hall, Helga this is making you realise just how much you took freedom for granted.  “Agreed..the quicker we get there the better.” And so the group of 4 made their journey to the great hall.  Guess you’ll just wait until after lunch to talk with Dumbledore.

A/N: ill have to move the meeting to the fourth chapter😔

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Easy Target, Pt.2

Part two!! If you like it, please leave a like. Some of us authors claim we can write without feedback but it surely is much less fun! I would love to discuss headcanons and meta analyses!

Easy Target, Part 2

They thought wrong. Severus/OC

Warnings: cuss words, allusions to trauma and injuries.

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE

Part 1

When next he saw her, she was considerably more put together. Her hair was pulled back into a neat chignon, she was wearing a simple knit dress, neat but sans teaching robes. She seemed much better rested as she sauntered into the Great Hall, whatever infernal shoes she had on clacking loudly on the stone.

She smiled serenely, lips a fetching red, as she settled her free hand on the back of her seat, the other small hand clutching a newspaper, long, elegantly manicured nails painted a deep, bloody red. “Good Morning.” She chirped as she scooted her chair from under the table, waving a hand over it, transfiguring it in a plush, soft cushioned chair. 

Whatever his reservations about her, he had to admit that she was brilliant at transfiguration and likely excellent at spell work in general, considering her facility with wandless and wordless magic. 

He looked up and caught her eyes, nearly starting at her bright, friendly smile. “Did y’all sleep well?” There were a few noncommittal morning mumbles, none of which fazed her.

He arched an eyebrow silently as she settled delicately against the right side of her over-large chair and opened her paper. Where was the snippy witch he had met last night? Where was the woman who had called him a dick and sparred toe-to-toe with him? 

“Morning person, are you, Ms. de Vilieré?” He groused lightly as he sipped his tea.

Her smile faltered in the slightest as she spared him the barest glance over her New Orleans Magical Post and waved a negligent hand over her teacup. The acrid scent of strong coffee floated over to his nose and he watched as she poured a liberal amount of cream into the cup. 

She sipped silently and shrugged. “No, not at all, Professor. I think I got more sleep than I’m used to yesterday and I’m kinda energetic, oddly enough. Before long, y’all are gonna need to peel me out of my chair in the morning.”  

Y’all are gonna…

He snorted to himself, what an absurd accent.

Lupin leaned over her teacup and chuckled. “It’s not even brown anymore. Is there any coffee in there, Charlotte?”

She smiled and shrugged. “My hu... ex-husband’s grandmother used to tease me for exactly the same thing.”

Snape could smell blood in the water.

She grimaced slightly and looked up at him as if expecting him to comment. There was a sharp moment in which he could feel her vulnerability, then it was gone and she was looking back down at her paper. 

“If it wasn’t the only way for me to get my morning start, I wouldn’t even bother with it. It takes too much cream to cut the bitterness out of coffee.”

He snorted again. “It seems to me that you don’t need a morning start, Ms. de Vilieré.”

She looked up at him, her blue eyes assessing his, as if wondering why he didn’t take the free shot she had all but given him. He smirked smugly at her, one word: leverage. 

One pale blonde eyebrow lifted sardonically. It wasn’t the reaction Severus had expected and it set him on edge, as if she knew something he didn’t. 

Then with a small smile, she looked back down at the paper. “Appearances aren’t always as they seem, Mr. Snape.”

Severus felt his jaw clench, an involuntary sign of his discomfort.

Then she winked at him. He sucked in a breath, trying hard to pin down the reactivity that still lingered after all this time.

**

Appearances aren’t always as they seem, Mr. Snape.

He took a few hours to cool his temper, thoughts -irrational thoughts not based in fact- making it difficult for him to not see her comment and wink as anything but meant to embarrass and ridicule.

She didn’t go to Hogwarts. She has no idea how I would take that. She was just being cheeky or mocking, at worst. She was responding in kind. 

He kept the mantra up as strode through the blessedly empty halls up to the transfiguration professor’s office. 

There was a wreath of seasonal flowers on the door. Severus stared mutely, its presence almost unintelligible.

Shaking loose of the confusion, he walked into her office without knocking, a smug smirk firmly in place, noticing how markedly different it was to Minerva’s former office. Gone were the tartan and biscuits, now replaced with Fleur-de-lis’, deep green, and wrought iron.

At least her color choices weren’t objectionable.

“It seems ironic that both you and the former inhabitant of this office are equally obsessed with your respective heritages.”

She looked over at him and sighed. She turned back to the shelf and released whatever complicated spell work she was performing.

Without a wand. Or verbal spells.

The effortless show of facility irked him.

A vase of flowers landed on a sideboard with a soft thud.

She turned back to him and set her hands on her hips, shrugged. “Must be a transfiguration professor thing. Besides I don’t rightly see how that’s a bad thing, myself.”

Snape ignored her. “You were married, that isn’t in your file.” 

She sighed and transfigured a nearby wooden chair into a plush, deep green velvet armchair. “Please have a seat, Professor.” She waved elegantly at the chair and he settled himself in the ridiculous seat. “What is it exactly you would like to know?” He opened his mouth to speak and she quickly cut in. “Mind you, I reserve the right not to answer.”

He nodded. “Does Minerva know?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course. She decided that it was best left out of the file.”

Interesting. “Why?”

“I don’t know, honestly. I didn’t ask her to.” She sighed and lowered her eyes from his. “I suppose that she wished to shield me from the stigma associated with divorcees.”

He shrugged lightly, his eyes heavy with suspicion, there was more to this story. He crossed his legs and leaned back a little in his chair. “Do you have any children?”

She stiffened. “One, a son.”

He nodded and smirked slightly, trying to see how far he could push her. “One would think that a mother would have her son here with her.”

She perched herself on the edge of her desk, crossing her legs primly at the knee, back straight and rigid. “One would think that a professor would be smart enough to not make such an imbecilic statement. But then, there you have it.” 

It took most of his considerable reserve to not gape at her. “Pardon me?”

“You heard me.” She smiled blithely at him, not to be cowed. “I said what I said.”

He arched an eyebrow, fighting against a thrill down his spine that was fast becoming a predictable nuisance. “So then, your son doesn’t want to be with you?”

She rolled her eyes again. “My son can’t be with me.”

“Why is that?”

“The courts weren’t inclined to let me take him off to foreign locales. My ex-husband’s family had something to say, I think.” Her eyes hardened perceptively and her shoulders stiffened. “I have filed numerous petitions for sole custody and they have all been thrown out.”

Interesting. “Why?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Not really any of your business.”

He settled back in his chair. “As deputy headmaster, I think you’ll find that’s not a correct statement.”

“As a man, I think you’ll find that you feel entitled to information for no other reason than you have a penis, whether it’s your business or not.”

He steeled himself, refusing to be set on his back foot by her blunt, provocative verbiage. “You seem to not think highly of men.” 

She waved off the statement with a negligent hand. “On an individual basis? Sure, I think highly of a few men. My father, my brother, my brothers-in-law. I hope that my son will be a man to think highly of. As an institution? The whole of the biological sex that makes up men? I try not to make sweeping generalizations.” She examined her cuticles, casually unbothered. 

“What was your earlier comment if not a generalization?” He tilted his head, watching her pretend not to watch him. 

She shrugged, smirking. “I tried. I failed.”

“And your husband?”

“Ex-husband.” She caught his eyes and held them unflinchingly. 

He was tempted to try legilimency, but he decided against it. He wanted information, to be sure, but not information at all costs. It was not war and whatever he thought she may be hiding, to pry into her mind without the justification of impending danger seemed wrong.

He acquiesced with a small nod.

“Beau?” She smiled coyly. “He’s a shining example of his sex. Surely a paragon. Which is exactly why I divorced him, an’all.”

He knew better than to wade into that water. “Why did the courts throw out your petitions?”

She shifted slightly and regarded him coolly. “Because despite claiming that they have entered into the modern era, Louisiana Court judges still can’t understand why a woman without means of her own, a former housewife in fact, would divorce her wealthy, well-loved, politician husband.” She paused and fanned herself with her hand, her accent deepening mockingly. “Well, it’s practically unheard of! She must be outside of her mind to even think it.”

A lone brow arched over a dark eye. “They judged you unfit.”

She shook her head, chuckling mirthlessly. “No, they could not do that. They have no evidence and defamation is a dangerous gamble to make. They tried, his lawyers brought it up once. It was pretty easy for me to dispense with. How lucky is it that one of my brothers-in-law runs the premier law firm in NOLA. His junior is better than the whole, very expensive team Beau hired with a fraction of the experience. Fish in a barrel, and all.” She smiled a shrewd snake smile.

He felt some part of him, long-buried from disuse, rouse and had to fight down his own answering smile.

Though she but little…

Severus nodded. “So shared custody, then?”

“The judge said fifty-fifty, so I guess they decided to play Solomon.” Nodding, she held up a finger, catching his eyes shrewdly. “But my son will be joining me here as soon as he turns eighteen.”

“How old is he now?” Severus wasn’t sure why he was so interested. He couldn’t imagine this woman doing anything nefarious. 

His earlier suspicion had almost entirely abated in the face of her clear honesty. That and he could understand why she hadn’t wanted to talk about this at dinner, he could appreciate not wanting to open your chest in front of people who would surely judge you as many had likely done before.

She talked of her son with clear adoration and spoke of her situation with a bitter sarcasm that led him to believe that she knew she had been had and that there wasn’t anything she could rightly do about it.

But still- Severus ran the tip of his finger over his lip. But still that thrill remained.

“He turned seventeen seven months ago.” She smiled with an anticipation that lit up her face. “Any mandated custody is null and void in five months.”

“Seventeen?” Snape frowned. 

Charlotte looked young, at first he thought that she was in her twenties. It was part of the reason he had been so suspicious as he watched her hedge and edit herself last night. What had she done in a relatively short amount of time that would warrant such evasiveness?

He knew better than to assume any magical person’s age though, such was the availability of anti-aging potions and charms. Regardless, she seemed too young to have a seventeen year old son. “How old-“

She smirked. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?” 

He frowned. “You’re clearly younger than me, therefore I see no reason to demure.”

She giggled and pulled a face, waggling her eyebrows. “Maybe I look good for my age. My godmother always says that the humidity keeps NOLA young.”

“Humidity has nothing to do with it.” He rolled his eyes. “Aside from potions, charms, glamours and muggle plastic surgery, I don’t see how it could be  reasonably possible for you to be substantially older than me.”

“I think you just complimented me.” She smiled wickedly. “Well, this all hinges on your age, so how old are you?”

He reckoned he should be irritated with her. She was playing with him, enjoying being obstinate, but he found that he wasn’t. She wasn’t being manipulative or disrespectful, just coy and almost playful. 

It wasn't that she didn’t want to share the requested information. 

She was making him work for it. 

He sighed. “I’m thirty-nine.”

“Then yes, I am younger than you.” Charlotte smiled smugly but provided no further information. 

“By how much?” He drawled.

She bit her lip to avoid giggling. “About five years. Give or take. I was born in 1965.”

He nodded, doing the math quickly in his head. He tried for an even tone, not wanting to come across as judgemental. 

It was a novel sensation. He normally didn’t care how he was perceived. “You had a child before you turned eighteen?”

“I did.” She no longer seemed smug, retreating being a mask of guarded indifference.

“‘Life got complicated.’”

She nodded hesitantly. “It did.”

“He turns 18 in January, correct?”

“January 12th.”

The irony was not lost on him, three days after his own birthday. “I see, and what does he plan to do when he gets here?”

“Hadrien wants to pursue an apprenticeship.” 

He nodded. “What is he interested in?”

“Potions and Runes.”

**

“What are you doing, Ms. de Vilierè?”

She started and blinked up at him, quill drooping a bit. “Huh?”

He rolled his eyes, jaw tight, staring down at her with a sneer she wasn’t sure she had done something to deserve. “What are you doing, de Vilierè?” 

She shrugged, tired enough to drop the mask of polite indifference she had been conjuring to maintain employment. “Lesson plans?”

His sneer deepened. “In your nightclothes?”

She frowned and looked down at herself. “I’ll admit this isn’t office attire-“

“How magnanimous of you.” 

“They’re sweats and a t-shirt!” She huffed out on a chuckle, hoping valiantly that he was kidding, at least, or worried about her health if ‘she caught a chill’ as Minerva had said the first time she had caught her similarly dressed.

Charlotte was starting to think that she would have been better off going to teach on Mars. 

In the past two weeks since joining the staff, it had become pretty clear that she was fast becoming odd. While no one was outright mocking or mean, it was crystal clear that most of her colleagues thought of her with fond, if not patronizing pity. It irked her. 

She may have thought the social rules in NOLA were stupid, and it was true that she often purposely ignored them to rankle the judgmental fools that relied on them, but she understood them and knew what to do to pretend if necessary. She wasn’t socially acceptable in NOLA, but that had been a choice. Here she was plain inadequate.

This week alone, she had been gaped at when she referred to her ‘pants’ (Remus had actually snickered at her before deigning to point out her faux-paus), she had been gently informed by Pomona that she gave ‘too much detail’ in conversation, Filius had patted her on the head when she had asked about the possibility of having a television, and-

And the man in front of her had taken near every opportunity to point out her shortcomings.

You’re doing lesson plans this late in the summer holidays, Ms. de Vilierè?

Yes, it does rain frequently. You did very little research, then?

Why is it always like this? She sucked in a breath and tried to calm herself.

Snape scoffed. “I know what they are, de Vilierè. Why are you wearing them outside-“

She forced a breath out through her nose. “I’m trying to understand, Sever-“

“Professor Snape.”  He seethed.

She froze, staring at him. “I see. Professor Snape, can you please explain why you object to how I am dressed?”

He seemed to flounder slightly and she noticed the clammy pallor of his skin. She had the brief thought that something had happened, that he hadn’t sought her out to lambaste her.

He looked down his nose at her like she was shit on a shoe and she felt her chest tighten and her eyes burn at almost the same time as long suppressed rage boiled over. “Your complete lack of professionalism will reflect poorly on Hogwarts as an institution.” 

“It’s midnight.” She sucked in a breath. “I fail to understand-“

“Clearly.”

She sent him a nasty glare. “I do not understand how it is unprofessional to be in a library in comfortable, warm clothing while attempting to complete tasks.”

“What if a student were to see you?” He threw his hands in the air. 

She rolled her eyes. “First, the students won’t arrive for another month. Second, I was not planning on regularly roaming the halls dressed so casually once they do arrive.” She shook her head. “You are not stupid enough to assume that I would, surely.”

“Stupid?” 

She nodded, a sarcastic smile on her face. “Yeah, stupid. Do you really think that I would’ve dressed like this if I knew I would be seen?”

“Then why are you dressed-“

“‘Cause it’s fuckin’ midnight, Snape! I was alone! There are no students and I had no reason to assume that I would have to speak to you!” She gesticulated widely. “This goddamn castle is cold at the best of times and I wanted to get somethin’ fuckin’ done! That’s why!

“I don’t spend all of my time thinking up ways to flout conventions I didn’t even know fuckin’ existed. I’m not standing in a corner, twirling a mustache, waiting for my chance to embarrass all of you. I just wanted to be out of my office because I thought I might get more done. And I wanted to be comfortable.” She was starting to run out of steam, and she blinked away tears. “That’s all.”

I will not give this asshole the satisfaction. 

Snape stared at her like she had grown an extra head.

“Well? Nothin’ to say?” She scoffed. “Typical.” She waved her hand over her belongings, stowing them in the satchel she had transported them in after lunch. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“This conversation is not done.” 

He advanced on her and she felt herself flinch, stepping back.

Worse, she saw Snape register her flinch. He stilled, shocked and suddenly pallid. 

“de Vilierè-“

She swallowed, voice dropping into a nearly broken whisper. “I know that I am not what anyone expected. I recognize that there is a lot about me that is not-“ she sighed, “not ideal. My apologies. I’ll remedy it.”

She left and didn’t turn back.

**

Severus stared at her chair the following morning. 

Her empty, un-transfigured chair.

His jaw clenched. He would not feel guilty.

His eyes darted to the door, imagining the sound of heeled shoes in the hall. 

“What happened, Severus?”

He started and turned to Minerva. She had asked softly enough to not draw attention but he flushed. “I’m sorry?”

“Why is our favorite American not at breakfast this morning?” She sent him a look that made clear who she thought was to blame.

“Why should I-“ 

Pomona sipped her tea. “Because you have not stopped watching the door, dear.”

Filius cut into his mushroom. “Or the dear girl’s chair.”

Severus flushed. “She was in the library last night…”

Minerva nodded encouragingly. “She has been most nights. What of it, lad? She doesn’t seem to sleep well.”

He winced, noticing for the first time that Lupin and a few of the other professors had left, leaving him with Pomona, Filius and Minerva. 

He sighed. “I had a dream and went for a walk and then she was there…” he dragged his hand down over his face.

“Dear me,” Pomona mumbled.

Severus nodded. “I was harsher than I meant to be, then I had any right to be.” 

The look on her face right before she had walked away, blue eyes focused on the floor in front of her. He pinched at the bridge of his nose. The brokenness had been worse than the fear. 

“I believe I may have scared off your replacement, Minerva.” His posture belied the dryness of his tone, collapsed in and fatigued. 

Pomona set her tea cup down and the soft sound resounded in his head. She set her shoulders and asked, more stern than she had been since he was a boy.  “What did you say?”

“I objected to how she was dressed- how casually she was dressed-“ he amended. “I called her professionalism into question-“

“Merlin’s bones, Severus!”

Minerva leaned forward, fury in her posture. “And what did she say?”

He glanced at Minerva, wincing. “That she recognized that she wasn’t ideal. That she wasn’t trying to embarrass us.”

Filius hummed, catching Pomona and Minerva’s eyes in turn. “Thought as much.”

Severus frowned. “Meaning?”

“I think Charlotte is feeling inadequate, maybe out of her depth.”

Pomona nodded. “We’ve all tried to help her adjust, but I think she may have more foolish pride than even you, Severus.”

“I think we have been doing more harm than help, whatever our intentions.” Filius crossed his arms across his chest. “I saw it when we had the conversation about the tele- telev- blast, what is it called?”

“Television.” Severus sighed heavily. “And I have been feeding into all of this. Bloody hell.”

“And you must apologize before we really do lose her.” Minerva pinned him with a sharp look. “We will all endeavor to apologize for our own parts and to be more understanding of her cultural differences.”

“Fuck.”

**

“Do you need something, Professor Snape?”

He winced, still facing the wreath of flowers he had been pacing in front of. He turned and stared down at her. 

She was herself and there was a part of him that sighed in relief at her unbothered appearance, as if it let him off the hook. 

Her hair was pinned back neatly, her complexion smoothed and perfected by cosmetics. She wore neat dark jeans and a fashionably oversized, deep green silk shirt, teetering elegantly on dark leather boots. She cradled a mug in one hand and directed a levitating stack of books with the other.

“Did you need something, Professor Snape?”

He shook himself free of his inspection of her. “I came to apologize.”

She arched an eyebrow and moved past him to open her office door. She glanced back at him and made a soft dismissive sound. “Mais… it’s not necessary.”

She strode into her office and set down the books and the mug. She seemed to take an extra moment to fiddle with papers on the desk before taking a deep breath and turning to him. She smiled, but it was hollow, empty and Severus felt his gut twist.

“All is well.” She shrugged. “No apology necessary.”

“I am sorry, de Vilierè, truly.” He swallowed. “It’s no excuse but I often take walks when sleep is difficult. I took my frustrations out on you. You didn’t deserve it.”

She smiled her hollow smile again. “Thank you. It’s fine, though really.”

He watched the shutters go down in her eyes and felt an answering hollowness in his chest. She is not likely to ever be open to me again, if she ever was.

He nodded and stepped further into her office. “Minerva said you also don’t sleep well-“

“You spoke to Minerva about last night?”

She seemed upset, her brow furrowed. He made a vague gesture, looking down and away. “She noticed you weren’t at breakfast and rightly guessed that I was the cause.”

He thought he heard her scoff, but the hollow smile was back when he glanced back at her.

“I see.”

He watched her for a small moment. “If sleep is an issue, I can retrieve a Dreamless Sleep potion for you.”

She shook her head. “That won’t be necessary. Thank you though, Professor Snape. I am capable of brewing a potion if I need it.”

He fought not to flinch. “Of course.”

Silence settled heavily over them and he set his jaw to avoid fidgeting.

She sighed sharply. “Was there anything else?”

He shook his head and moved to leave, catching the shimmer of a glamour out of the corner of his eye.

He turned back to look again and noticed that some of the smoothness he had attributed to her use of cosmetics was in fact a spell. 

She is hiding. 

He caught her eyes and held them. “For the record, de Vilierè, I know that you are capable and competent. My social skills are sorely lacking. I apologize.”

She turned away, the briefest flash of vulnerability swimming in her eyes before the shutters came down again.

“I’m fine.”

**

A dark owl sat ominously on the perch next to her desk, staring at her with large, round, dark eyes, a folded piece of parchment in its beak.

She breathed deep, fighting down a stab of panic. That’s not an owl I recognize. The Beauregards all have great greys because they’re bougie as fuck. It’s not their owl.

The owl vocalized softly and dropped the note. She reached for a jar of owl treats she kept by the perched, eyeing the owl as the owl eyed her back. 

She held up the treat and reached for the note with her other hand. The bird took it almost gingerly and flew through her open window with the barest of whispers of wings. 

None of them have ever had such a mild-mannered owl either. 

Comforted by that fact, she unfolded the note and huffed.

Come to my office. -S

She was tempted to send her own note back and briefly amused herself with the look that would be on his face at dinner if she did.

Thanks but no thanks. -C or maybe How about you walk your happy ass up here? -C

She snorted and reckoned that being fired for being contrary after only a month wouldn’t do. He was the deputy headmaster after all.

She rubbed at her face, her temples twinging sharply. 

Still, though the tension had eased considerably, she had spent most of the past two weeks avoiding him. Something he seemed to be aiding her in, by making himself equally scarce.

She could feel a migraine starting. She had spent the time since lunch in the library, alternately cataloging the reference material future students would have access to and watching for approaching company. It would be good to take a break anyways. She glanced down at the note and rolled her eyes. 

Not much of a break.

She shrugged. Nothing to it, but to do it. At least, he’s interesting.

Sighing, she pinched at the bridge of her nose, chastising herself for continuing to entertain even an iota of interest in a man who plainly didn’t like her.

Glutton for punishment.

As if escaping that thought and the accompanying feelings, she all but sprinted out of her office and had to force herself to slow down and take her time walking down to the dungeons. 

It truly was no chore to walk the long hallways and grand staircases and she imagined Snape would be less than delighted to hear that she actually enjoyed what he certainly thought was at least an inconvenience.

She grinned, maybe she should mention it. 

But somewhere between her office and his, she forgot all about wanting to needle at him. 

Such was the power of this place. She had thought that the mysticism of this place would have worn off by now, replaced with staff duties and routine, but it had yet to do so.

She breathed deep, enjoying the wet smell of old stone and the cool, clean air that got cooler and damper the further she trekked. The impending migraine lessened somewhat as if the magic etched into the stone could reach inside her and permeate the tangled mess of scars she often felt made of.

She shrugged. Maybe it could.

As if wanting to connect further with that possibility, with that power, she traced her fingertips into dips and crevices, scuffed the toe of her loafer against floors that had witnessed so much. Hundreds of years of history and conflict, a recent battle even. She kind of wished she had attended school here, as opposed to the Convent, with its rigid social rules and roles, a structure that she hadn’t been able to get free from no matter how hard she had tried.

But then this place has rules too. They’re just nicer about it. And I don’t fit in here anymore than I did at the Convent.

Sooner than she would have liked, she found herself in front of a blackened, aged wood door. 

She took a deep breath and thanked whatever god applied that she hadn’t gotten lost. She hadn’t been paying much attention as it was and she had simply been shown what hall to traverse to find Snape’s office and classroom. 

She knocked right under where his name had been painted in an elegant silver hand. S. Snape, Deputy Headmaster

She heard steady footfall on the other side of the door and marshaled herself into some semblance of professional disinterest.

He opened the door and by virtue of his height alone, filled the doorway. He cast a look over her, clearly taking umbrage with her jeans and cardigan ensemble. She bristled. 

Be polite, Charlotte Theodosia. 

She held up his note. 

Be polite. 

“You rang?” 

He met her eyes and held them. “You came.”

She arched an eyebrow, slightly shocked by his tone and the unreadable something in his eyes. She swallowed, eyeing him in his trousers and shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His collar was undone, no cravat or tie to be found, and she caught her first sight of the remnants of the wound that nearly claimed his life.

She thought better of lingering overlong on that spot, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, and not to add to his obvious antipathy. 

And honestly, she’d much rather keep looking. 

Clearly having come from working on something, he bore all of the marks of potions-in-the-act. He was slightly flushed, skin dewy from the humidity of a cauldron. He had tied his hair back, inky strands slipping from a low ponytail that was losing its battle against gravity. 

His limbs were long, his forearms looked strong, if wiry, and his hands were large with prominent veins and knuckles. There was strength and hard work written into his calloused fingers and she fought the slightly hysterical thought that Beau had baby-soft hands until he didn’t. Severus’ hands didn’t engender the same response. 

But then Beau had never engendered anything other than fear and apathy from her. Snape, it seemed, called forth an emotional range she had not thought existed, or at least had no longer existed.

She breathed deep and worked to put that thought away.

There was a nasty scar on the inside of one of his forearms. She knew immediately what that was- or what it had been- and, shrugging, she met his eyes again. “I wasn’t aware it was an invitation. Felt more like a summons.”

He moved wordlessly back, a clear indication that she should enter. 

She felt the air, heavy and loaded, and then broke eye contact, staring down at the toe of her loafer. She stepped past him and risked a glance up at him. He caught her eyes again.

**

He closed the door behind him and fought the urge to fidget with his collar or unroll his sleeves.

‘You came’? How bloody asinine. Collect yourself, Snape.

He honestly hadn’t expected her to show up at his office door. The note had been the result of a fleeting thought, one he hadn’t caught and suppressed before Blodeuwedd flew from her perch by his desk. 

A thought born from lingering guilt and some cockamamie desire to see her outside of meals. Guilt and desire that led him to act rather rashly.

Not that she needed to know that. 

But then here she was, dressed casually, comfortably, sans heeled shoes and cosmetics since the incident.

She was so small.

He had almost forgotten, her personality was bold enough to create a mirage of physical presence, but the top of her head didn’t even clear his shoulder. There was something soft and feminine in her oversized cardigan, which had slipped from her shoulder in an effortless show of allure that reminded him of the courtesans of old.

Courtesans? Hell, Snape, get a hold of yourself.

She looked around, some of the same wonder he occasionally saw on her face at meals when she didn’t think anyone was looking. 

She crossed the room to look at one of the jarred specimens on his shelf, stretching up on the toe of her leather shoe. “Do you use any of these or are they just for intimidation?”

He considered her quietly for a short moment, unsure if she was mocking him or curious. 

She glanced back at him, blue eyes genuine in her curiosity. There was no meanness that he could catch and he cleared his throat. 

“Some of these specimens have been in this office since I was a student.” He watched as she meandered down the line of the shelf. “But generally, no, they are not ingredients.”

She smiled. “So, intimidation then.” She chuckled and caught his eye over her shoulder. “And something you inherited from potions masters in days gone past at that.”

“What is it that you Americans say? If it’s not broke, don’t fix it.” He sneered or, at least, he tried, it felt more like a wry twist of his lips. “It has worked for as long as anyone can remember, so why change it?”

She turned and her face was lit by the glowing liquid in the canister nearest to her. “I never did know when to leave well enough alone. When is well ever enough?”

He hummed. “Are you feeling philosophical, de Vilierè? You’ll not find a ready conversationalist in me.”

Snickering, she ran her finger over the edge of the shelf, nails a deep, almost black shade of purple. “For the record, we woulda gotten that saying from y’all. The language is called English, after all. And if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”

He scoffed. “Hogwash. The only thing broken is that grammatical structure.” 

“Fair enough.” She threw her head back and laughed. “Back to the matter at hand then. You mean to tell me that tradition has kept preserved animal parts on the shelves of your office and you’ve left them there because it ain’t broke.” She tapped her finger against the glass. “So, then I can conclude that intimidation is precisely what you’re going for.”

He shrugged. “It gets me what I want.” At her look, he added. “Peace, quiet, a controllable classroom.”

She leaned her hip against the row of cabinets under the shelves. “My-oh-my, dontcha know you catch more flies with honey?”

Severus felt his chest warm at her coy smile. “Why would I want flies?”

She nodded. “I asked my grandmother that very same thing when she told me that it would be easier to get what I want if I played nice.”

He sneered. “We are generally not considered to be nice. Potions masters, I mean.”

“I dunno…” Laughing, she turned to stare at a preserved sheep’s heart. “I know a nice potions master or two.”

He knew that. That was why he sent the note to begin with. He shifted, suddenly aware of the time they had wasted… doing whatever it was they had been doing. “I’m aware.”

She turned and smiled up at him again. “Ah, so that’s why I’m here. I thought maybe this was some sort of tactic, a power play. Tryin’ to intimidate me or somethin’.”

No, I lack impulse control on occasion and we’ve been avoiding each other. 

He rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t expend the effort. I don’t spend all of my time scheming and plotting, contrary to popular belief.”

She stilled, watching him with intensity. “So you haven’t tried to intimidate me?” 

Staring into her very serious eyes, he again wished to use legilimency, his fingers veritably aching to retrieve his wand and do just that. “Are you intimidated?”

She turned and leaned against the door jam that led to his private study. She smiled and he was briefly relieved to see a real smile from her. It wasn’t the cheeky grin he had seen her share with Filius and Pomona, even Minerva recently, but it was some amount of progress. 

Progress towards what? He lambasted himself. The most he could truly hope for was the warm professionalism he shared with Minerva and some of the other staff. To not actively be enemies.

That is all it will ever be, Snape. Don’t get your hopes up.

She had been watching him as he chastised himself. He thanked whatever god applied that he was already flushed from potions making. 

Her smile took a cheeky, mischievous edge. “Should I be?”

“Answering questions with questions.” He sighed. “I have not tried to intimidate you, de Vilierè. I’m sorry that I have failed to communicate effectively.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that, cher. You’re a very effective communicator.” She smiled, eyes dancing in the light of candelabra above her. “It’s just that I’m veritably bulletproof at this rate. Un-intimidatable, nearly.”

He should be irritated with her. Should take affront at her cheeky, cavalier attitude, but he found it almost refreshing that she didn’t shy away.

He had seen her eyes find what remained of his Dark Mark, had seen the comprehension on her face. He had been prepared for her to turn on her heel and sprint back upstairs.

After the Incident, he expected that she would.

But she hadn’t, she had shrugged. 

He didn’t have time or predilection to examine his feelings on the subject but he didn’t have it in him to totally eschew the attentions of a pretty woman, however fleeting they likely were. 

The silence stretched for a brief, but not uncomfortable moment, as they considered each other. 

He motioned to the door behind her. “I have something to show you.”

He unwarded and opened the door, gesturing for her to enter in front of him. On his study desk, sat a stack of half a dozen or so books. 

She lifted the first book and smiled down at the front cover. “My dad’s book!”

He breathed deep. “So, you are Theodosius de Vilierè’s daughter?”

She nodded and opened it, idly flipping through and reading his personal annotations. “Yep.” She glanced up at him. “Should I tell him he has a fan?”

He sent her a baleful look. 

She chuckled. “I mean he’s read your work, he’d be pleased to hear you’ve read his.”

He ignored her. “Your father is a prolific writer.”

She nodded and picked up the next book in the pile. “He enjoys research and writing.”

He sighed. “Since you are Theodosius de Vilierè’s daughter, I have also found a book by your grandfather. Aurelius de Vilierè.”

She smiled. “The History of Southern Potions Making.”

“Quite.” He leaned back against his desk as she perused his annotations in the next book in the stack.

She set her fingertip over one of his annotations. “Milk Thistle as opposed to Milkweed?

He nodded. “Milkweed is not indigenous to Europe.”

She made a soft exclamation. “I’ll have to tell dad that.”

“Why did you not tell me who you are?”

She froze, a deer in the gaze of a predator, and he wondered at her reaction, having not intended to cause such a reaction. “What do you mean? I did tell you who I am.”

He nodded, aiming for a softer tone. “You neglected to mention who your father is, who your grandfather is.” 

She relaxed and smiled, setting the book down on the stack. Wandering past his overstuffed bookshelf, she made a parody of looking at the titles, though her eyes were more often studying him. 

“I really didn’t think it would matter.” She shrugged. “You didn’t seem predisposed to liking me and I’ll be damned if I name-drop to impress someone.”

He hummed. “Too proud?”

She shrugged. “Where I’m from, everyone already knows who I am, who my family is. It was nice to escape that, I think. Honestly, it was refreshing to be disliked because of something I did, separate from my family or what I was expected, but ultimately failed, to be.” She smiled again, though softer and more sad. “How dumb is that?”

“Your pot was too small.” He drawled. “I don’t dislike you, de Vilierè.”

She snorted. “Coulda fooled me.” She held her hands up. “Well, is that all, Professor? I am released on my own recognizance?”

He moved to stand, mistakenly knocking over a small stack of books that had been precariously placed on the edge. 

She flinched minutely at the clatter, but Severus caught it. “What is it?”

She hummed and he noticed the tightness around her eyes and the tension in her neck and shoulders. 

He scoffed and moved toward a closet in the wall opposite the bookcase. “Foolish woman.” He all but whispered and held out a vial for her to take. “You should’ve said.”

Migraine/Tension. 1-2x/day SS

She caught his eye with a speculative look.

“What?” He groused. “Take the bloody potion or give it back. I wouldn’t poison a colleague.”

She shook her head, before popping the cork and throwing it back. The difference was immediate as her shoulders dropped and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled, relieved. “I didn’t think you were going to poison me, for the record.”

He doubted that. It wouldn't have been the first time someone assumed negative intentions on his part. 

She handed the now-corked vial to him and laid her hand on his elbow, getting his attention. “I assumed you didn’t like me, professor. Not that you’d poison me but that you wouldn’t expend effort on my behalf.”

“You can use my name.”

She tilted her head. “I’m sorry?”

“You don’t have to call me professor. It will be odd if you are still doing so when the students arrive.” He nodded, feeling supremely awkward when she shot him a cheeky grin. He shifted away from her, turning his back on her with a dismissive wave. “Now, I’m busy. You may leave.”

She nodded. “Alright. Thanks for the potion, Snape.”

[not-this-guy]

Once again, picking at your brain for your thoughts

What’re your reasons/ideas behind your top hc’s for Bro

i'm brain dead right now after a full shift so let me give you the long short list and a more general explanation of my general fascination with this guy

the basis of my takes and hcs on bro stem from approaching him and viewing him as a person who is flawed and wrong and misguided, but a person and not a generic one faced boogeyman. he is an abuser, he has a lack of boundaries and he has violent tendencies, but i don't look at it in a vacuum because unlike dave who's only ever seen what bro allowed him to see, we can look at him as a whole.

i picked him up a couple years ago in a group roleplay server, mainly as a "i don't trust anyone else to write him/haha wouldn't it be funny if" and since then he's been living rent free in my head - but he's out grown what canon gave us.

and the fundamentals of that are:

0 | SPITE, DISGUST AND FRUSTRATION: he is a fascinating character in his own right, but goddamn is he polarising and one prone to settle in the extremes of fandom perception to the point that people have to fucking tag him as a trigger warning nowadays, which makes people unwilling to interact and engage in more nuanced discussions of him out of avoidance of being harassed which is understandable. however this kind of left him as a character to the wolves, and now a lot of his more recent works and his entire tag in general in whatever site you use has been trashed by incestuous pedophiles - which makes people even less wiling to interact with the concepts brought up in his character. and honestly fuck that. i'm willing to endure dealing w their bullshit directly n i'm willing to call these people what they are (groomers sharing csa material for personal gratification and desensitisation) and i'm not giving them free reign of bro's tag anymore. these freaks should be rightfully shunned and mocked and judged where ever they go because they're too deep in self-denial to ever change.

I | EXTRAPOLATION: with alpha dirk's introduction we were left with a question, how could this kid end up like his beta session self? what could possibly drive the dirk we grow to like and see multiple facets of become this shell of a man? and boy do i love assuming and explaining shit away for people who are barely characters in their own right. free reign to do whatever i want baby.

II | BRAIN DAMAGE: the answer to that question is to chip away at the soul and to scramble a man's sense of reality. i haven't really been in the headspace for it but id love to one day fully explore the horrors of Bro and Lil Cal's codependency for those 30 some years. with that as a base (but not an excuse) i started to slowly piece him back together, and working with the 'undesirables' of mental illness. he is an unmedicafed paranoid schizophrenic with hoarding tendencies who was diagnosed with aspergers as a child... and then punished for it, being effectively abandoned by the system to fates whims and blamed for never having his needs met. his one solid connection at any point in time was lil cal. but instead of villanizing him for having these traits... i see him as someone who was trying to help, but was misguided by his closest confidant and blinded by his over controlling paranoid nature and compulsory need to one up people. everything bro did, he did to help dave... he just never stopped to think about if he was going about it the right way, because he saw dave as an extension of himself and thus of course thought his behaviour was appropriate, because he is acting as who he wished he had when he himself was a kid.

III | PROJECTING AND RELATABILITY: damn he just like me fr. aka on top of all of that, i've grown to attach some of my own traits onto him and vice versa as a means of coping with my own backstory and as a backwards way of acknowledging that my feelings are valid... by allowing bro strider of all people to also go through them and changing myself to have compassion for him.

there's more but look i forgot and m done eating my cold burger.