#and we can't really know until we actually see him interact with other minorities

[tvuniverse]

Listen i just want to preface this by saying I don't even personally hate Tommy, but that's not really the point i want to make so here goes nothing.

The way a lot of people act as if it's impossible to dislike him because the characters have moved on so so should we, right? and that's the thing right here, as poc we're always being told to move on. We can't express our feelings, we can't hold grudges, we can't complain about issues without making it something more than it is, we always have to just... move on.

I know people are going to say it's just a show, it's not that serious, but the issues it touches on and the way fandom speaks on those issues are.

I've seen a lot of comparisons between Tommy and other mains, how each of them are flawed and have screwed up one way or another, and you're right, but it's still unfair to compare him to them. We've seen each of the main characters experience guilt, or be ashamed of their action, we've seen them apologise, put in the work to actually grow, and they have. There's not enough time in an episode for us to see that for side characters. In this case, Tommy didn't do any of the above and that's normal, he was a plot device to show some very real societal issues, and especially what people of colour/women might go through in the workplace, and once he served his purpose he didn't get much more beyond a few scenes where it seemed like everything was fine between him and chim/hen. It would be more appropriate to compare him to the buckley parents, (who appeared in more or less the same amount of episodes) like if people suddendly started saying no one is allowed to hate them because they got their redemption, their kids more or less forgave them, they more or less tried to be better parents. And yet it's still not enough for a lot of people, because how they treated their children, the shit they've said to them, hits a little too close to home for a lot of people and so no matter what the show says or does, they'll still be mostly hated by the audience, and that's more than okay. But if margaret buckley is your favourite character than by all means be my guest. And listen, i love this show, it's all about hope, and it means everyone gets a redemption arc, as short as it is (sometimes even just a sentence lol), but we won't always be satisfied with these arcs, especially if they don't feel proportional to the hurt the characters may have caused to our mains, so we'll all have different reactions to them.

I swear liking a morally ambiguous/grey character says absolutely nothing about you, but making excuses for them, antagonising people who might dislike them (for good reasons) or acting like suddenly triggers don't exist for people, does say something about you. One of my favourite characters is literally the worst person ever, an actual bigot, but i won't ever write essays about why people are not allowed to dislike him actually because he's my babygirl.. i very much understand why people would.

All of this to say, everyone will have different opinions about Tommy. Some might love him, some will be completely neutral or at worst slightly uncomfortable/bothered by him, and some will straight up hate him, and all of these are fine. Live and let live, love whoever you want to love, and hate whoever you want to hate, but please stop trying to dictate how others should feel, i'm begging. And this really does go both ways.

[mayumiiyuu]

Love!!!! I've 🍃🍃 and I just had the best idea for a Bokuto story! Imagine you are dating sweet himbo bokuto and after about 6 months you confess to him that you're a masochist (like Hori in Horimiya). You ask him to degrade you in public and he just can't because of how much he loves you and respects you. You keep encouraging him and eventually when you're being extra bratty during his MSBY practice, he calls you an attention craving slut or something infront of the team and drags you off home "you're going to regret asking me to degrade you". 😍😍😍😍😍

I LOVE YOUR MIND SO MUCH!!!!! I will give u a consensual smooch in the brain if you’d let me!!!

18+ content!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (pls)

timeskip! bokuto x reader

warnings: degradation, jealousy, spit kink

Bokuto loves you so much, more than anything or anyone else in the world, so when you told him that you wanted to be degraded by him in public, it through him for a loop. This boy does nothing but praise you so he’s lowkey questioning whether or not you actually liked it when he praised you in bed huhuhu poor baby boy just doesn’t know what to do with himself.

He’s so shy whenever you mention it, too, always so timid and blushy whenever you bring it up, especially when you beg for him to do it while you guys are in public.

but bokuto has his limits, and you were going to make sure to push every single one of his buttons until you got your way<33

usually you’d be a little quiet during his practices, giving him a little whoop here and there for motivation. but this time? you wanted to be an absolute menace. you’d say hi to him and his teammates, but this time you went so far as to giving them all a big hug, except for bokuto who only got a kiss on the cheek from you >:0 mans is fuming silently as you pay more attention to the other MSBY jackals rather than him, despite his silence, his serves and spikes are hard enough to take out someone’s hand as he slowly gets more frustrated.

he finally hit the tipping point when all of them were finally done with practice, you approached sakusa with such an innocent smile on your face, the man totally unaware of your devious plan to make your significant other jealous.

“hi kiyoomi!” you beamed, holding up your hand ina small wave, to which he responded with a wave back, only for you to take his hand and measure it out against yours. “wow, your hands are so big! good job on your serves today, I see you’ve really improved—“

“is that how it is, (name)? you wanna act like an attention seeking slut while your boyfriend’s around? hm?” bokuto all but yells out, causing the rest of the people within the vicinity to jump, and you take your hand away from sakusa’s almost immediately.

bokuto grabs you by your wrist as he drags you towards the locker room. kiyoomi winces as he sees the death glare bokuto gives you.

as soon as you’re inside, he basically slams you against one of the lockers, wrists held tightly in his hands as he pins them above your head, leaving you a cowering, vulnerable mess. in spite of his rough treatment, you feel your legs quiver in anticipation, a wet spot forming in your panties as you feel his hot breath against your cheek as he leans in closer to whisper in your ear.

“you’re gonna fucking regret asking me to degrade you, because from now on, you only get to respond to names like slut, whore, and cumdump? are we clear?”

you couldn’t have nodded your head faster at his words, he presses closer to you, grabbing you by your thighs which tell you one thing: jump. and you do, wrapping your legs around his torso as he ruts into you, mouth on yours in a heated kiss, you can’t help but moan as he bites your lower lip. feeling how hard he is through his shorts, you pull him to you closer, wrap your legs around his waist tighter, wanting nothing more but friction between your aching cunt and his thick cock.

suddenly, you feel yourself being dropped onto the floor, wincing as you feel the cold tile hit your knees. bokuto pulls out his cock from his shorts, slapping up against his abdomen, already leaking beads of precum along his tip. you can’t help but drool at the sight of him. noticing your stare, he smirks, grabbing you by your hair, using his other hand to open your mouth with his thumb pressed upon your lower lip.

“fucking cock hungry slut,” he spits into your mouth, and your swallow it happily. “‘m gonna make such a fucking mess of this pretty face.”

[rallamajoop]

More random details from the depths of RE8

With the excuse of trying some shiny new mods, I've been replaying RE8 lately for the umpteenth time. Given the number of hours I've already poured into this game, you'd really think there'd be nothing left to find by this stage ‒ yet here I am, finding still more details I'd somehow missed the first half-dozen times through.

For one, there's the fact you can actually find Eva's grave in the graveyard outside the church. As the only photo we ever see of her shows her as a baby, I'd assumed she was still a baby when she died, but turns out, she was ten years old.

"Eva, June 1909 ‒ August 1919

May you slumber for only a short while"

As expected, her death of the Spanish flu took place in 1919. There's some semi-legible text on the stone, but it doesn't match the caption ‒ it's just the same generic filler text you'll find on half the gravestone assets in this game.

For another, there's Rose's baby monitor. I'd noticed Ethan turning the thing on when he puts her to bed, and even found the assets for its screen ‒ but since I'd never found the monitor itself, I assumed they must be unused.

Until this playthrough, when suddenly I'm just like, oh, there it is, sitting right on the table. You can even interact with it!

How did I miss this so many times? It is pretty easy to overlook, given you'll trigger the cutscene with Mia if you go much closer to the kitchen, but I'm still surprised I never spotted it before. (And you do have to wonder if there was ever any plan for it to show a glimpse of something more sinister than just a still-image of Rose sleeping.)

In other minor details, there's the bit where Ethan arrives on the outskirts of the village at 8AM. You can hear a clock striking 8 times as you get your first view of area.

Granted, this is not going to excite anyone who hasn't spent as long as I have putting together an hour-by-hour timeline of everything that happens in this game, but I still do love that they give you enough detail that that's even possible ‒ and this new timestamp fits right into that timeline. (And why yes I have just gone back and updated that post, what do you take me for?)

Speaking of assets I thought were unused, you know that hidden room under the castle you can't get into until later, where you have to solve a puzzle that involves setting a moroaica on fire? Have you ever looked closely at the tapestries decorating this place? Because I found them in the game files ages ago, and have been trying to figure out if they're actually in the game ever since.

Because seriously, look at these things!

Yes, that is a indeed a man with a sword and spear, wearing a hoplite helmet and sandals and nothing else. And the women seeing him from the front seem to be having a whole range of reactions to all that, er, weaponry being brandished their way. Isn't fine art wonderful?

Another asset I'd innocently assumed was unused is this wonderful bit of bullshit which was labeled simply 'antibow'. It wasn't until I took a long look at it that I realised what they meant was more like 'anti-B.O.W.', as in Bio-Organic-Weapon.

Yes, that is indeed a knife taped to some kind of grenade. Sure is one high-tech outfit we're working with here!

Only now do I spot that this is actually the bomb Chris chucks at the Megamycete in the cavern. It doesn't even come with the knife already attached, he just kind of sticks the knife onto the bomb and presumably straps some tape around them while the camera cuts away.

I still have so much more to share from my ongoing free-camera adventures, but I think we'll leave this one there for today.

[royboyfanpage]

Hi, I love your page! What are your thoughts on Roy and Connor's relationship?

Hi! Thank you so much, I'm glad you like my posts :) and thank you sososo much for this ask, I love Roy and Connor's relationship and I'm glad I have an opportunity to talk about them. Sorry it's taken me all day to answer, but here you go :)

Short answer? That's his little brother.

Long answer?

I know that "fanon Batfam is canon Arrowfam" is tired and overused, but I really do think that, especially with Roy and Connor, there is some truth to it. While they haven't had too many interactions in canon, there's still a clear arc their relationship takes which I really like.

I don't like Chuck Dixon's Green Arrow run, obviously he's a shitty person but also his writing just isn't for me, but one of the few parts of it I did enjoy was Connor's first meeting with Roy in Green Arrow (1988) #97, prior to Ollie's death. It first establishes one of the most present themes in their relationship, which is the differences in relation to Ollie, and the contrasting experiences of being their father's sons. Roy's the son who grew up with Ollie, he knows him personally, the good and the bad, but his status as Ollie's son is still constantly in question, you can see it back in Longbow Hunters, Ollie calls Roy his son but still denies that that word has meaning ("Roy's a hell of a kid, but he's not mine. Not really.") Whereas Connor, there's never been any doubt that he's Ollie's son, he's his flesh and blood, but he never knew Ollie until he was already in adulthood. He knows Oliver Queen through magazines, but not personally. That's why when Ollie storms off after finding out he's Connor's dad Connor's shocked, but Roy isn't surprised when he hears that from Connor. He knows Ollie, and he knows how his fears of commitment would make him act. While this is only a minor theme of those specific issues where they first met, Roy helping Connor understand what it means to be Oliver Queen's son is one of my favourite parts of their later interaction.

After Ollie's death, there is some tension between Roy and Connor, particularly around Connor joining the JLA in Ollie's place and becoming the new Green Arrow, first mentioned in Teen Titans (1996) #12-

-which is later expanded on in Arsenal #2.

This is really the first time we see Roy and Connor have a heart to heart, and it shows Roy's inferiority complex. Due to tumblr photo limit I can't show more pages for this, but I think the one I chose is the most poignant because, at least in my eyes, it shows the insecurities both of them have in terms of their relation to Ollie, and how each of them address that. Roy's loud, he'll openly speak his mind and say what he feels, and that's why it's primarily about him (that and that it's his mini and Connor's a guest). Roy openly admits feeling inferior to Connor in his position as Ollie's son, even after Ollie's death. Connor, he's quieter about it, and gets spoken over by Roy before he can actually talk about his feelings (which is a pretty consistent problem Connor faces where people expect him to listen but not talk). But you can still see it in his body language, the shadow over his face looking downwards, and while he isn't allowed to finish his sentence you can still tell what he's about to say, that Roy's more of Ollie's son than he is. They both know that the other hasn't actually done anything, but they're not to blame for each feeling their own individual emotions.

They also address the topic of legacy in relation to Ollie in #3, and how there's this unspoken standard to live up to that neither of them ever really can. Roy's Ollie's mentee, his protege, he should be Ollie's legacy, and yet he's not Green Arrow, he's not in the JLA, and he's still coming in second place. Whereas Connor, he is Green Arrow, he's Ollie's legacy, he's in the JLA, but he's a better martial artist than archer.

I wish they'd gotten more opportunities to interact while Ollie was dead because there was SO much potential for them during that period, but alas.

And now, I get to talk about one of my top five comics ever: Boys' Night Out, Green Arrow (2001) #32. Yeah, sure, the whole issue only happened because Ollie wanted Connor out of the house, but it's also the first comic to really explore the brotherly relationship between them, particularly in terms of Roy being older. Roy takes Connor bookshopping despite his own boredom-

-And then takes him to a strip club, where they have another heart to heart.

This page specifically is so important to me, because it's one of the few instances where Connor's actually being heard. Particularly in the 2000s but also in the 90s, a lot of Connor's character was defined by him being the voice of reason, the one who'll talk people down and listen to their problems, which ignores the fact that he's actually a pretty young guy, usually younger than the people he's helping (I suck with ages, I'm pretty sure he was 18 when he was first introduced which, by rough estimate using the Lian Method, would make him around 20-22 in the 2000s). I'm not saying that diminishes his emotional intelligence, he's clearly very emotionally intelligent, but it is a lot of pressure to put on someone that young to constantly be the one holding his family together. That's why I think this whole issue is so important for Connor, it's his chance to actually just be, and Roy's the best person for that. Despite what some fanon and canon characterisations suggest, Roy is absolutely not emotionally immature. Hell, you could make a pretty solid argument that part of the reason he took Connor to a strip club in the first place was to bring up the issue of Connor's sexuality. While asexuality wasn't as popularised as a term back then as it is today, the idea of Connor being queer was very present during Green Arrow (2001), albeit often used as a punchline, and while they're there Connor even gets referred to as a "friend of Madonna" by one of the workers. And while in Roy's head Connor was either gay or just had a low libido at that time, his "you're you and Ollie loves you" speech could very easily be interpreted as acceptance of his sexuality, even before Connor himself had figured it out. It acknowledges that, while Connor's good at helping other people work through their own problems, he's still a young person struggling with his identity, not understanding why he's so different to those around him, even his father. And Roy picks up on that, and tells him that it doesn't matter who or what he is, that what matters most is he's Connor, and him being Connor is enough to warrant love and support.

But Roy also doesn't treat Connor any differently to how he'd treat anyone else. When Connor says something Roy disagrees with, he calls him out

And I think Roy's treatment of Connor as an equal is very important. He doesn't depend on him or treat him like he's this pinnacle of wisdom, but he also doesn't coddle him and treat him like a baby. He calls his ass out, when he needs to! Roy's still a very loud and outspoken person, and he's not gonna change that because he and Connor had a heart to heart. I feel like a big problem with a lot of characters who enter into a family dynamic is that sometimes their writers change who they are at their core in order to have them fit into a specific role in the nuclear family, and while yeah, Roy's absolutely playing the role of an older brother in this issue, he's still Roy Harper, which I think is crucial. And conversely, Connor also calls Roy out when he does something he doesn't like!

I'm running low on the photo limit so apologies for the quality of this collage, and I couldn't fit it in frame but for context Roy just knocked out a robber who Connor was trying to talk down. Connor explains to Roy his reasonings, and Roy apologises! I think this also highlights the differences in terms of their characters. They're both very protective of their families, but Roy tends to act first whereas Connor thinks things through. Roy saw Connor with a gun pointed at him and immediately took action, which contrasts Connor's reaction when Roy gets shot in Outsiders #6

Connor's more of a rational thinker in times of crisis, and he tends to try and think things through and avoid rash decisions, whereas Roy's very much an immediate responder if his family's at stake.

And then it ends with them actually acknowledging each other as brothers!

The ending of Boys' Night Out is so important to me, honestly, and it demonstrates one of the most important features of their relationship- trying to figure out what brotherhood means. There's not a big hug at the end, there doesn't need to be. Just an acknowledgement that they're in each others lives, that they're brothers, and it doesn't matter what that means. It's cool. I adore this issue so much, I had to make like half the post about it because it's so good and it's such a good example of why filler issues are needed. Sure, Williamson's run has it's sweet moments, but an issue like this where two characters just get to interact in a low stake scenario will always be so much more impactful than one hug in a big event.

So, yeah, I think my short answer sums it up pretty well. They're the brothers ever.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Changbin is horny but, you're tired. You let him hump your thighs to get off though. That's it. That's the thought that inspired this lol. I was initially thinking about writing this with Mingyu but, I think Changbin works very well here too. Plus, I haven't written about my boy yet.

Heads up: Seo Changbin x Fem! Reader, power dynamics, Dom! Reader, Sub! Changbin, friends with benefits, Changbin is an anxious, horny mess, thigh fucking, dirty talk, praise kink (m. receiving), very mild degradation (m. receiving), cumming on thighs and lightly referenced cum eating.

I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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You can usually tell when Changbin is horny. Your friend has many talents but, subtlety is not one of them. Which actually works out given the dynamic the two of you have. So, when he slips into your bed after an evening spent hanging out with the other members of your friend group and his arm wraps around your waist, you can already tell what he wants.

However, you hold back on your suspicions. Changbin is notoriously physically affectionate so, perhaps he just wanted to cuddle before the two of you went to sleep. He completely proves that thought wrong when his hand gradually moves upwards to rest just below one of your breasts, his hard cock pressing against the swell of your ass.

Even though you're frankly exhausted, you can't help the way your mouth quirks up.

He really is too predictable.

"Binnie, as much as I'd love to fuck right now, I'm too tired," you say, resting your own hand atop the one that was making its way to your breasts and giving it a soft, apologetic pat.

"Oh, that's okay. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything," he says, moving his hips away from your ass so you no longer feel the weight of him against your ass and, shifting his hand to place it over your stomach instead.

"Don't worry, you're fine. I just didn't want to set you up for disappointment," you say, giving his hand a squeeze to let him know you genuinely weren't upset or offended by his advances.

The two of you settle into a silence but, you hesitate to call it comfortable. There's some tension in the air and, even without seeing him, you can tell your friend is building up the courage to say something. Cute.

"What if I do all the work? I usually wouldn't ask but, I'm...really hard right now. Fuck, sorry. I don't want to make you feel like you're being pressured into doing anything. I'm sorry. I'll just go sleep on the couch or something-"

"Woah Changbin, breathe. You're not upsetting me. I know you'd respect my wishes if I say no. There's no harm in suggesting something that could satisfy both of us. Did you have anything in mind?" You ask, genuinely curious.

"Uh no, that was kind of just horny word vomit. I would be willing to do all the work though. You wouldn't have to lift a finger," he says and you can feel the desperation rolling off of him in waves. My, what's got your friend so worked up? His neediness triggers your own arousal, your insides beginning to grow slick with want. If you weren't so exhausted, you'd happily press him down and ride him until he lost feeling in his legs but, unfortunately that would have to wait for another time.

However, you do have an idea. Something you two have yet to try.

"Do you want to fuck my thighs?" You ask, glancing at him over your shoulder.

Fuck, he looks good enough to eat.

His cheeks flushed a light pink, either from his own desire or your question, his lips slightly agape and his dark hair appealingly messy.

He looks surprised at your question, "Fuck your...thighs?"

"Mhm, we can just stay like this and, all you have to do is stick your dick between my thighs and fuck them until you're satisfied," you respond. You can tell he's seriously thinking it over. You're well-aware how much Changbin loves your thighs so, you know the contemplation is mostly for show.

"Okay," he finally says, flush darkening when you give him a knowing smirk before turning back around.

"Just make sure to use lube. It's in the second drawer on the side you're on," you say, rubbing your thighs together to gain some sort of relief. For all your teasing of Changbin, it's not as though this left you unaffected.

Excitement builds in your system as you hear him getting ready behind you. Your pussy throbs when the sound of lube squirting into his hand hits your ears. It's made even worse when you hear him stroking his cock and, the labored breathing and quiet moans that accompany the action.

Maybe you should've just let him fuck you, honestly.

"Uh, sorry. I need to put some on your thighs too. Don't wanna make this unpleasant for you or anything," he says as his fingers prod between your thighs. You spread them slightly to allow him to smear the lube, and what you guess is his pre-cum as well, along your inner, upper thighs. The substance is cold and a little unpleasant but, the warmth radiating from Changbin's hand makes it considerably less unpleasant.

Eventually he seems to be satisfied with the amount coating your thighs and, stops. Fiddling behind you once again and it sounds as though he's cleaning his hands.

"I think I'm ready. Are you okay to start?" He says coming up behind you once more, the head of his cock pressing against you.

"Mhm, go ahead," you respond, pointedly ignoring the breathiness evident in your voice. Your arousal is beginning to coat your panties now. You make a mental note to fuck him tomorrow when you actually have the energy. For all your enjoyment of riling your little bunny up, he was just as good as working you up. Though, he didn't seem to realise it.

"Okay," he says quietly, shifting closer to you and pushing his cock into the space between your thighs. His arm coming around to wrap around your waist once again and grabbing a generous amount of your breast through your oversized night shirt.

"You're so warm," he groans against your neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Changbin slowly starts to thrust against you, his cock occasionally bumping against your panty covered centre as he finds his rhythm. His grip on your breast becoming harsher.

"Binnie, you're so hot. You're getting so worked up just from fucking my thighs. What a cutie," you coo out, your own hand soothingly rubbing his arm as his breathing speeds up against your skin.

The praise has its intended effect.

His moaning against you now, all whiney and cute in the way only he can sound. His hips snapping faster against you, cock smearing your thighs with his pre-cum as he chases his climax.

"You're just s-so pretty and warm and soft. I-I'm getting close," he whines out, the sounds of skin smacking against skin starting to increase in volume. Beginning to echo throughout your bedroom.

"Thank you, baby. I want you to cum for me, okay? Wanna see how much of a needy slut you are for me,"

Well, that'll do it.

Changbin moans long and hoarse against your neck, his arm holding you in place as his hips weakly spasm against you. His warm cum smearing all over your thighs and panties.

Honestly, this may be one of the hottest things the two of you have done together. You're mildly surprised you didn't cum untouched just from feeling and hearing how desperate he was fucking your thighs. You just might consider making this a more regular occurrence.

"Good boy. You did so well, Binnie," you say to him softly, lacing your fingers with his and giving him a little squeeze. He groans against you quietly, gradually coming back to himself and returning your squeeze of affection.

"That was pretty hot, not going to lie," he said, a shy and embarrassed tint to his voice.

"Mhm, it was incredibly hot. Though, you did make a mess. And you know what you need to do whenever you make a mess, Binnie," you say, glancing at him over your shoulder with mischievous and expectant eyes.

A deep satisfaction washes over you when you see his cheeks flush a dark red but, he nods. Thus, you roll onto your back and spread your thighs for him. His cum decorating your skin and, adding more fuel to the want that's been building inside of you since this all started.

Your friend settles on his stomach between your thighs, looking at you through his dark locks before beginning to clean his mess.

[erenxfrieda]

Cooking by the book!

Pavitr/Reader.

tw: yandere/ obsessive behaviour, unhealthy themes, reader is yandere, one sided love, mentions of blood, needles in the food, mentions of killing, a tiny bit of cannibalism, vomit, no ending, reader is version of Harry Osborn. minors/antis do not interact.

What bad could happen during simple baking cupcakes session with your clueless— friendly hero Spider-Man?

”Come on, Pav, I know we all feel really worried about Gaytari, ” you chirp sweetly, circling around your friend, who is looking down in sadness, holding a mobile phone in his hand. He has been waiting for a call from Gayatri for two days. Nothing. ”But we need to stay strong no matter what, you know?”

Knowing Pavitr, the young man had probably already gone around the whole Mumbattan in search of the poor girl, her father, classmates, even none of her friends could tell where she was. And this only hit the boy’s heart more, making him clutch his head in despair, every time he thinks about where the love of his life could be. What if she might have gotten lost on the way home when he was too busy with his job as Spider-Man to walk her home? What if some villain took her away from him!? What if—

“Pav, look at me, ” you placed your hand on his shoulder, squezzing a bit and leaning closer, giving him a reassuring smile on your face to make the boy feel even slightly better if it helps. “You have to eat something, do you even remember when you last had your meal? Aunt Maya and others really concerned about you. Me included.”

Pavitr looks up at you slowly, eyes bloodshot and full of tears, he struggles to keep them from just streaming down like during heavy rain, how could he not? His first love, first girl in his life with whom he felt so happy and just thinking about her makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside. Now, when she's not around, he really can't help but to feel like part of him was stolen.

“You know what? Let's cheer you up a little...” you nonchalantly pet his cheek, as if he was some sort of puppy to you, before you grab his hand and walk with him towards your kitchen. “I know a little something will totally make you feel better.”

You clap your hands happily, while Pavitr still sobs and sniffs softly, trying to force out of himself a slight smile, after all, you're his best friend he knew since childhood. You two perfectly match eachother , since your father showed his affection with money only, but never actually cared about your feelings, not even giving you a slightest bit of affection. Pavitr had love and care you received, but he struggled with money constantly, making him run to work from work after school everyday.

“We're gonna make cupcakes?” he asks, curiously peeking through your shoulder, already preparing dough for cupcakes, mixing sugar, eggs , flour and milk. You nod at his words, giving him a little sweet taste of the substance you created, and he licks it, probing it on the tip of his tongue, before his eyes shine in delight.

“This tastes so good already..!” he finally smiles towards you, his mood finally lighting up a little, so he quickly joins you in this baking process. You can't help but smile back at him, his cute expression always makes you weak, so joyful and naive, radiating warmth like a little sun. Warmth always appears in your soul when you are near him.

He never notices the glances you throw at him, always peeking at him everytime when he doesn't see. Too busy preparing small cupcakes, decorating them with sweet red and blue icing. You only avert your gaze when he finally notices, and you pretend as if you weren't staring at him a few seconds ago. With slightly trembling hands, you mimic him, making your batch of cupcakes with vibrant green and purple coloring."

15 minutes left until your cupcakes are finally ready in the oven. You are both sitting at the table, each in your own thoughts. Silence seemed pleasant to you, there was no need to say anything, it was always nice to just sit next to Pavitr like that, his company was enough.

But the boy next to you couldn't say the same, no, you weren't unpleasent to him, it wasn't like that at all. These thoughts of what might happen to Gayatri made his thoughts grow more and more gloomy. Inspector Singh doesn't say anything to him and ignores every question, none of his friends at school even look his way.

Pavitr did not even notice how quickly his foot was hitting the floor, and the nails were scratching and tearing the cuticle almost to the point of blood. He would definitely tear his hand to the flesh if you didn't give him another, but more confused look. Pav stops, looking you in the eyes, with obvious nervousness.

“Hey, do you think…Gayatri will be alright..?” he says quietly, not looking away from you. Pavitr looks at you with such hope, as if one word from you can change the whole fate of his life. “I-I just really try not to think too much about it, but you know, she's my girlfriend and—”

"Time to take the cupcakes out of the loop." you cut him off sharply, getting up from your seat and grabbing the tacks.

Pavitr gulps, feeling a little hurt that you so rudely ignored his question. Maybe you are already tired of him? He spends so much time with you after the recent event, he literally has no one else to turn to but you. He's obviously fed up with you. You want to swoon over him just like his classmates, don't you? So??

“Fuck-fuck, fuck! Damnit!” you cuss, as you slammed the hot plate on the table in a hurry, the red burning marks already appearing on your skin from where you gripped the plate.

“Shoosh bro! Are you ok!? Let me see!” Pavitr runs up towards you, grabbing your hands worriedly, as he looks at them, examining for more wounds.

You hiss a little in pain, the unpleasant tingling on the tips of your fingers makes you feel as if sharp knives have been inserted into your nerves. Your friend wrapped his arms around yours gently to avoid further injury and turned on the faucet so the cold water could ease the pain.

“Hold them like that for a while, okay? I'll find some First Aid Burn Cream!” he warns before running into another room and finding the necessary medicine for you.

You just nodded your head at his words, letting him leave you alone for a while. Pavitr really seemed to try not to make you wait too long, but your house will always be too big for him, so finding something very small will be very difficult. However, he found the desired burn cream and was carefully applying it to the pads of your fingers. Every time you whispered 'I'm sorry!' or 'bear with me, please!'

After Pavitr is done with it, you both can finally sit down at the table and eat. It seemed that it should be a short snack, a small delicacy with a pleasant feeling of youth in the mouth, somehow to improve your mood. But Pavitr felt too exhausted, emotionally and physically from everything that had happened today.

“Oh man, I'm so hungry, I could eat a whole plate of it,” he whines, picking up the one and shoving it into his mouth, gulping it whole and not even bothered to chew it properly.

“Go on, I don't mind, pal,” you brush it off, leaning against the chair to watch him intently with those piercing green eyes of yours.

Pav could only moan in pleasure, that was too good! Seriously, you two added just few spoons of sugar and strawberry jam or whatever that jam was and it tastes like heaven?! He was ready to reach for another one until something sharp stuck inside his throat, making his breath to hitch before he starts coughing violently.

He bends down, frantically swallowing more of his own saliva to somehow force this something down his throat, hoping it will help. It only added to the bitter taste of iron, no, blood in his mouth, which mixed with saliva with each sip as his tongue pressed against the lower palate. The strange pressure at the bottom of his throat continued to grow until the sensation of all the contents of his stomach blended into one.

At last he spat out the remains of the cupcake, which was still somewhere down his throat along with the rest of the vomit, a soft and wet red-yellow mass of all the almost digested food with little sharp needles stuck carelessly on every side. Arms shake around the table to try to get up and finally look at you, begging for help or an explanation.

“What— what the hell!? How did this thing even get—” he struggles to speak, probably from shock which pretty much dulled his senses and the blood which is pouring down his cheen rapidly.

“Oh? Can't speak normally now? Good fucking God you can't,” you rolled your eyes, letting out a sigh of relief as you stand up to walks towards him.

Pavitr's hands tightly holding his mouth closed, in naive attempt to make the bleeding somehow stop. He breathes heavily through his nose, chest raising and falling so fast that his heart might jump out of his ribcage now.

“At least now you finally stopped talking about her, ” you placed your hands on both sides of his face, leaning closer to him and never breaking the eye contact.

He looks up at you with such an innocent expression, eyes full of tears once again, chin trembling, trying not to gulp the disgusting mix of dark red liquid inside his mouth.

“You just claim to be very good in reading people but you pretty fucking stupid to notice the obvious,” the grip on his face tightened, making both of you feel unpleasant feeling where the pressure is. “Can't even notice how all this time I have been the only one here for you, not her not this friends of yours from ‘other school as exchange students’, who left you when you needed them the most.”

You hug him tightly, burying your face into his neck and thinking maybe he will finally realise how much he mean to you. How much you love him, how much you need to have him here with you.

“And you were here with me too when I needed you. You helped me to get through after my father's death,” you whisper, on brink of tears already after remembering yourself, finding your father in his own room, dead in hands of no other but hero of Mumbattan Spider-Man.

Pavitr visibily tenses up, you can feel his shoulder muscles bulge after mentioning this, eyes wide and now his eyes unfocused, not looking at you.

“And I knew she would hurt you, I couldn't let her break your hear, so I did what was the best for the both of you, ” you placed your palm over his stomach softly. “Since you were always stuck on her side, now you could be always closer to her.”

Your hand slowly tracing circles around his stomach, until you finally move away slightly to look at him once again, eye to eye.

“I bet she was really nice to taste, huh?”

[seasonsbloom]

heaven is a place. hangman

pairing ; jake seresin x female!reader

synopsis ; hangman gives you something to think about, and then you stop thinking.

wc ; 3k

warnings ; 18+ only, minors do NOT interact; explicit language, explicit sexual content (semi-public, mentions of oral m receiving, spanking, some making out, grinding, mostly just sexual tension), there is explicit consent in this but both of them are a lil drunk so...?

note: .... oh god I don't know? no beta we die like goose and carole and iceman and any other parental figure in bradley's life except tom cruise because he has a deal with the devil apparently

If you were any more familiar with the guidelines of Californian criminal law, you might be able to predict just how many years you will spend behind bars. As is, all you know is that you're about half a minute and one crooked smirk away from committing actual homicide.

"This is a horrible idea," you say, staring at the bottleneck pointing right at you. A dawning sense of horror tips the pitch of your voice onto an upward trajectory. "Do not lock me in a storage closet with Hangman."

By all accounts, you should have known that playing spin the bottle with this group of people would end in disaster. But maybe you've had a drink or two too many (so what?), and maybe the whole staying at a bar after closing thing had gone to your head (okay?), and, yeah, alright, maybe you'd sort of been hoping you might get to make out with Fanboy once, just to test your theory about quiet ones and tongues (can you really be blamed for that?). Can't the universe cut a girl some slack?

Apparently not, seeing as here you are, smack-dab in an actual nightmare. You are a grown woman who should have known better, and you have no one to blame for this but yourself.

"What's the worst thing that could happen?" Payback asks, grinning until he catches sight of your death glare across the table. "Right. Don't answer that."

There's a commotion as several chairs are scraped back. You catch sight of Hangman himself getting up, smirk in place, fingers hooked into his belt loops. Immediately, your eyes focus back on the condensation stains on your coaster. Things always go a little haywire when you look at him for too long.

"I'm not going," you say as you feel somebody stepping up behind you, and you preemptively grab onto the sides of your chair until you feel your knuckles straining against the skin. "You can't make me."

"That's where you're wrong," Natasha sing-songs, and then your chair is abruptly yanked backward with enough force it tips onto the rear legs, and your own feet lift into the air. You yelp.

Bradley's face appears above you, looking a tad sheepish, and he says, "Sorry."

Traitor, you think, but get beaten to it by a wolf whistle from Payback. "Get her, Trace."

You don't have time to react before she has you by the arm, still grinning like the cat that got the cream. Or the devil that got the soul. "Natasha Trace," you protest, making a grab for your glass and missing narrowly as she drags you out of your seat. "Let me go right now."

Usually, dropping her real name into a conversation has some kind of impact on Phoenix. Right now, though, she seems to be having way too much fun to let herself be stopped by the mere insinuation of your wrath.

"No way," Natasha says between peals of laughter. "Fate has decided."

"It's an empty beer bottle, dude. That's not fate."

"Semantics." She's steering you toward the Hard Deck's storage room by the elbow, completely ignoring any attempts of resistance you put up. Your heels, digging into the floor, scrape audibly across the hardwood floors, and honestly, no fair with all that stupid Navy training. If you had biceps like her, you'd be hightailing it out of here by now. "Just go like a lady, man. Even Seresin isn't being this difficult."

Which is suspicious, honestly, but you don't have time to think about it. The dark rectangle of the doorway looms before you like a gate to hell. You change tactics. "Trace," you say, blinking rapidly as she pushes you on and on, "I'll buy your drinks for a week."

No reaction.

"A month?"

No reaction.

"Okay, let me check my bank account and I'll go up to a year, yeah, come on, man, I…."

You've reached the doorway.

"Sorry, girl," Natasha says, and she doesn't sound sorry at all. "No deal. This is for your own good."

Then she pushes you into the darkness, and the door slams shut behind you. The lock turns with a resounding click.

"And I'm bumping your time up to fifteen minutes," Natasha calls through the door, sounding so cheerful it turns your stomach. "Just for being annoying."

For a second, you just stand there, arms dangling by your side, mouth slightly agape, trying to wrap your mind around the absolute betrayal you've just experienced from someone who's supposed to be your best friend. Then the shadows to your right move, and Hangman says, "So. Come here often?"

You flinch. "Jesus Christ," you mutter. "You wanna give me a heart attack?"

"Depends on the context."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Your eyes are still adjusting to the darkness, but you think you see a movement that reminds you of a shrug. "I wouldn't want to give you a heart attack in a football stadium or anything. I would, however, want to give you one in bed."

Your mind whirrs, then you think, Hold on a minute. You spit, "You want to murder me in bed?"

Hangman splutters. "That's not what I… I mean…"

You let him have it out with himself, testing the doorknob instead. It won't budge, not that you really expected it to. With a sigh, you drop your head against the door for a second, resigning yourself to your fate. You know Natasha too well to think banging on the door, begging to be let out, would do anything. That girl is stubborn as a mule. From outside, you hear the low hum of the music, the excited chatter of your friends.

This was supposed to be a good night.

"... besides," Hangman is saying as you tune back in, "You hardly know me anyway, it's not like…."

"Oh, give it up, Hangman," you mumble. You turn to face him, even though that doesn't really matter with the lack of a lightbulb, and lean against the wall, crossing your arms. You're beginning to recognize the outline of things, of half-empty beer crates and abandoned mops. "I hate you. I'm never going to sleep with you."

He huffs. "You don't know what you're missing out on."

"What's there to miss? A three-minute rut and an STD? You probably couldn't find the clit even if you would ever bother trying to look for it." You rub your hand across your forehead, suddenly exhausted by this incessant, infernal back and forth between Hangman and you. You've been turning in circles for so long that it's giving you motion sickness. "Let's just sit out the next seven minutes and not talk, please? Your voice makes me want to smash my head into a wall."

There is nothing but silence for a while, and you're so grateful you consider a sudden religious epiphany just to have some higher entity to send a gift basket to. Then Hangman's voice sounds once more from the darkness, "You're a brat."

You open your mouth to retort something scathing, but a hand on your waist stops you. Long fingers curve around your hipbone, press into your flesh gently, and even over the layers of your clothes, the touch makes you shiver. When Hangman speaks next, his voice is much closer.

"Do you even know why you hate me?"

"What the fuck are you doing, Hangman?" you choke out from between grit teeth, and to your own horror, your voice sounds just a bit breathless. "Are you going crazy?"

He chuckles, that sound that haunts your darkest dreams and worst days. "Well, do you? Know?"

His fingers wander up your flank, tracing your rib bones like he's tracing piano keys. Your brain shortcircuits. 

"I… I…” Your stuttering is cut short before it can really take off as Hangman's nose knocks against yours, as his breath ghosts hot across your mouth. "What are you doing?"

He pauses. "You want me to stop?"

The silence hangs between you, thick and mounting. You breathe once, twice, assess the situation. There's nothing threatening about Hangman, nothing between you but the certainty that he'd listen if you told him to stop. Only. Maybe. Maybe you don't want that? Which just solidifies the suspicion building inside you: You must be going crazy.

Slowly, you shake your head.

Hangman accepts the answer with a hum and a drumming of his fingers into the spaces between your ribs. "So what about my question then? Why do you hate me?"

"I don't... I'm not..."

"I changed my mind. Don't answer that. I don't even wanna know," he mutters, his voice a rumble in his chest, and he's so close you can almost feel it rattling your own ribcage. "I bet you wouldn't even know how to. I bet you don't understand anything you feel when you see me."

Here's what you should say: Yeah, I do understand what I feel when I see you, Hangman. It's hatred. Pure fucking hatred. I hate everything about you, your stupid smirk and your stupid mouth and your stupid white teeth and your stupid blond hair and how you look like the actor Greta Gerwig would have cast for Ken if she were a fucking Republican. Every time I see you, I fantasize about punching you. 

Instead, you can't find a single word. Your mind is wiped clean, your head an empty chamber echoing the sound of his voice. A loud exhale fills the space between you.

"But I know how I feel when I see you," he goes on. "I know what I wanna do to you. You wanna hear, duchess?"

You can just so bite down on a whine at the sound of that name, hips rocking forward half an inch. It's a mess. You're dizzy, the darkened silhouettes you can make out swimming around the room as if your field of vision has been flooded. In your chest, your heart is beating up a storm.

The worst part is the insistent, horrible thrum of want in the pit of your stomach. That tugging between your legs.

What the fuck is happening?

"I won't go on unless you tell me to," Jake says. One of his hands comes up to pinch your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Come on, baby. Tell me."

You release a shuddering breath. Is there not enough oxygen in this room or something?

"Tell you what?" you ask, some pathetic, desperate attempt to preserve some of your dignity. A last stand for your sanity.

Those fingers on your ribcage curl around your side, squeeze a little tighter, and your self-restraint escapes you on a gasp. "You wanna hear," Jake repeats, his voice slow, his words clear, as if he thinks you're some idiot who won't understand him, and god, you should hate him, you do hate him, this is Jake fucking Seresin after all, the goddamn bane of your existence, the object of all your fistfighting desires (and fuck you especially, Anthony Bridgerton), only right now you also think you'd sell all your earthly possessions just to get him to keep talking to you like this, and when the fuck did that even happen, "all the things I wanna do to you?"

If you could remember Natasha Trace's name right now, you'd be cursing her.

But you're also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to... Yeah, that one's definitely not appropriate in this situation.

"Okay," you say, your voice barely more than a whisper, your hands trembling where they're curled against the wood of the door, "alright."

Jake's chuckle has your toes curling in your sneakers. "Ah, no, duchess. I'm not gonna make it that easy. How am I supposed to know you really want it?"

You blink. "Well… I… huh?"

"You gotta ask nicely," Jake says, and you just know he's smirking. Can see the shape of it through the darkness, as if his mouth is slathered in neon paint. Can hear it in his voice.

"No," you protest, but it's so weak you wonder if he even heard. At this point, it seems obsolete anyway.

Jake's fingers let go of your chin, tracing up the side of your face instead, over your cheekbone, the slant of your mouth, and then down. His thumb presses into the dip of your cupid's bow, then against your lower lip. You grit your teeth before you do something stupid like sucking on it. Or getting on your knees.

"Be a good girl," Jake whispers, "and beg."

If there was any common sense left in you, those words burn it right out of your synapses. A fever thrums through your veins.

You're speaking before you realize it, words a little slurred by the pressure of his thumb on your lip. "Please," you say, in a voice that barely sounds like your own. "Please."

Any slither of dignity you might still have left evaporates on the spot. And good fucking riddance, too.

He hums. "Almost there. Please, who?"

Well, now he's just being mean.

But then his thumb digs a little more insistently, and your mouth drops open, and you're tasting the salt of his skin, and who the fuck ever needed dignity anyway? What an outdated concept when you could be getting dicked down in the Hard Deck's storage room instead.

"Please, Jake," you whimper. And then once more, for good measure, "Please, Jake."

Suddenly there's the pressure of his chest solid against your own, hip bone knocking against hip bone, thigh slipping between thighs. His thumb sinks into your mouth, and now you can't do anything but suck on it, wrap your lips around it, take it as deep as he'll allow. Your brain shuts off entirely. Windows sound and all. Black screen. Fuck sleep mode.

His nose rubs over your cheekbone, strokes to your ear, followed by the wet drag of his mouth, and you tip your head to the side to give him better access, pliant and boneless and moldable. "First," he whispers into your ear, and his exhale tickles, "I'd get you on your knees for me. Would you do that, hmm? Get on your knees and show me how good of a girl you can be? Suck me off real good, get me all wet with your spit, and fucking behave for once?"

Your mouth feels dry, even as you're distantly aware you're probably drooling all over his hand. A sound escapes you in answer, something like a whine or a groan or anything else equally embarrassing.

"You like that idea, hmm? My cock in your mouth?" You nod a little too rapidly, forcing your head deeper down on his finger than planned, pushing your tongue down. You choke, and Jake pulls his thumb an inch or two back even as he says, "You want it, duchess? You wanna feel how hard thinking about your pretty little mouth makes me?"

He doesn't really wait for an answer, pressing himself against your thigh instead. The hard line of his cock, the idea that nothing but fabric is separating you, that you made him like that, has your eyes rolling back in your head. You don't want to know how wet you are, and he hasn't even touched you yet. Not really, at least.

You open your mouth wide enough that his thumb slips out, dragging a wet trail over your chin, and then you gasp, "More."

Jake is close enough you can see it when he raises an eyebrow. "Now that's not very polite, is it, duchess?"

He's probably right about that, but then again, it's pretty rich to talk about politeness when you're literally Jake Seresin. The man has more enemies than teeth-whitening strips.

So you demand again, "More."

Jake's mouth tips up into a smile. "Which brings us to the second thing I'd do."

Pressed flat against the door, you wait with bated breath.

"I'd get you out of this little skirt," Jake says, tugging at the hem of said skirt, fingers just so skimming the edge to scrape across naked skin, "but I'd leave on your panties. And then I'd take you right over my knee and spank you 'till you learned how to behave."

You're pretty sure if Jake's thigh wasn't still slotted between your spread legs, you'd go sliding right to the floor. You are a bowl of ice cream left out in the sun. You are an iceberg and it's global warming time. You're a house and somebody left on the oven. You are a car and the brake cable has been cut. You are a train on a half-finished track. You are…

You are saying, "Oh. Oh. Please, please…"

Then Jake's fingers are back, two of them this time, diving deep enough you're choking again, hands flying to grasp at his service khakis, heart beating a million miles a minute, head spinning spinning spinning…

His voice is in your ear, muttering, "Fuck, duchess, the things I'd do to you, the way I'd fucking wreck you until all you know is my name, until you'd never think you hate me again, until you're my good girl..."

You're pretty sure you sob, hips bearing down on his thigh, clit knocking against strained muscles, and something builds in your stomach, trickles down into your center, something that feels suspiciously like an orgasm, only that's impossible, and you know that, even in the state you're in.

"Is that what you want, duchess?" he asks, and he's breathless too now, rutting against your hip, hiking your leg up his waist, opening you up for him even further. "You wanna be my good girl?"

"Yeah," you say, before you can think better of it. "Yes, I wanna be your good girl, Jake, please let me, please touch me, please fuck me, please, please, please…."

Then Jake's fingers disappear, and he replaces them with his mouth, just for a moment. It's a desperate thing, this kiss, all tongue and teeth and bite, wet and open and desperate, and you cling to him, you want him, you want to eat him up, you want him to devour you, you want, you want, you want…

He goes as quickly as he came. Pulls back, adjusts himself in his pants, rearranges his hair, deposits you on a crate on the floor. If you had any wherewithal, you'd be grateful that he didn't just let go of you. Your legs still feel like jello.

"What…" you begin, and your voice is a wreck, your head reeling, your body tingling with the evaporating yearning of something…

Your answer comes in the form of a door being ripped open. Natasha stands, silhouetted by the light, with her hands on her hips.

"So," she says, "did you guys figure it out?"

Jake, looking in the wash of golden lamp light to all the world like nothing happened in here, like this is a normal situation, like he didn't just drive you to the brink of your sanity just with some dirty talk, turns to you. "I don't know," he says, grinning from ear to ear. "Have we, duchess?"

And then he leaves. Just struts out and leaves you there. 

You open your mouth, pause, buffer, then close it again. What the fuck are you supposed to say?

"Duchess?" Natasha repeats, staring at you. "Oh, fucking hell, man. You guys are such idiots. Can't you just stop fighting?"

You'd answer her, but you still haven't regained the speaking ability you lost somewhere between that game of spin the bottle and Hangman's tongue down your throat.

"Fuck it," Natasha grumbles. "We'll just do this again next week. And the one after. At some point, you guys will just have to have it out."

She follows Jake, and suddenly you're alone. Alone with the pieces of everything you thought you knew strewn all around you. You blink into the dark.

So. How long for double homicide?

[ageless-soul-au]

HIHIHI OKAY. i absolutely love flicker. do you accept fanart (might be a silly question but im 16 and want to make sure before i actually draw/send in anything. im here for my boy /lighthearted)

but besides that. ive never seen anyone else actually hc that downfall hero of time DIED AS A KID and i am SO GLAD other people feel the same. like dont get me wrong everyone has their own opinions and none are wrong but. I LOVE FLICKER. i love that the gods didnt quite catch him in time to put him to sleep and he took the sword to ganon and held his own until beast ganon. it makes me do a little happy wiggle.

he was not a "valiant, noble man, tragically lost to evil" he was a misguided child told the world rested on his shoulders and because of that, he was killed. and i LOVE that kind of tragedy

so. flicker supremacy, thank you very much.

Hi hello!!!! Omg you had so many great points, thank you for the enthusiasm!!

Mostly for the 18+ warning, we're trying to keep minors away from the main fics bc there are heavy, potentially triggering topics and NSFW-ish things there. As long as you have your community labels set up right on the blog tho, it should be safe to browse/interact with (though main blogs are different, Kio's is strictly 18+). I'm not your dad etc etc, practice caution online, we really only ask that minors don't read the fic or view the NSFW. We'll still probably be writing ASAU by the time you turn 18 tho so maybe see u on ao3 then?? XD

TLDR, it's up to you if you wanna make art of the lil guy. We appreciate everything that comes our way!

The decision to keep Flicker 9 years old came from a discussion on why the hero failed in the downfall timeline. Bc if things progressed like they had in OoT, then Link would have still won! So what needed to change in order for him not to win? It wasn't bc the player just went out to play basketball instead of beating the game /ref

The sages put Link to sleep bc he wasn't ready to wield the sword. But nothing changed except his size. He was in a 17 year old's body, but his mind hadn't matured any. Somehow he was able to pull it off tho, and everything turned out fine (or... It depends on your definition of fine).

So the sword didn't put Flicker to sleep. He didn't get stronger. And he's a tough kid, but that only goes so far. He also rushed to get to the final boss, which Time didn't do, so Flicker got there underprepared in his haste. He died, then the goddesses went "oh shit, that shouldn't have happened!!" and reset the timeline. And as we know, a reset doesn't mean that the original timeline goes away, now there's just two versions of the story.

Poor lil guy... His Zelda (Aria) and the sages managed to pull it together, but the timeline was still pretty fucked. I can't wait for when we get to what happened to it in the fics, but that won't be for a while. Flicker is still out there tho... In the forest... Doing his little guy things....

Thank u for ur interest! Maybe we'll have gotten to Flicker's point in the story by the time you're 18 hchdhdj

-Kio & Mizu

[renaultmograine]

So, in the foundation of the "Westfall-in love" or whatever you're calling katrina/nathanos. (Dragonblight?) Does she end up developing feelings for Anduin, given his affinity for attachments to black dragons...

Do we have minor appearances? Jaina? Vanessa? How are they coping with/not helping?

Dragonblight is hilarious I'm calling it that now.

I mean it depends on what the feelings are IMO? I don't think romantic ones necessarily (mostly because I'm not even sure if she had romantic feelings towards Varian?). I've debated Onyxia/Anduin in a different context and I think it suffers from my same inability to ship Wranduin, which is I don't actually think Anduin could tolerate them at length. The dynamic makes for nice and crunchy character interactions and I really do enjoy those, but I can't ship it.

I do really like fucked up parent/child adjacent relationships that despite their ups and downs, end up rather amicable (I think the Lightbringer series did that?), and they'd have such a weird one. Anduin who is viciously honest and unrepentant in his beliefs for peace and goodness but also isn't above doing underhanded shit for said beliefs would be infuriating with glimmers of "you're not so bad kid." They of course both hate this too.

In terms of other characters

This is, in my mind, taking place in lieu of the Gathering shit, and Jaina is AWOL at this point, and depending how fast the wedding shit takes place misses it entirely (this would be HILARIOUS news to break to her when she gets back from her therapy boating trip btw. I'd be jealous of whoever got the honor.)

I don't imagine Vanessa would have any part of this (I'm guessing this was brought up because of my 'Vanessa is a black dragon' post and the image of that being true in tandem with a living Onyxia is a hilarious one but it's a digression too far rn. I need to live in the space a bit to consider that and I'm doing broad strokes right now).

All the Horde leaders are expecting this to be a shitshow. I'm split between they're getting a sense of schadenfreude (as iirc none of them really like Nathanos) but there's a looming sense of immense danger with it, or them genuinely feeling sorry for Nathanos because Sylvanas just dumped (this on) him.

Lor'themar and Halduron are betting on how long before this explodes because they KNOW how Sylvanas is about Nathanos. (Halduron is convinced it'll be fine because he doesn't believe she's capable of feeling love, Lor'themar points out how you don't need to feel love to feel every other emotion involved with seeing a guy you obsessed over marry another woman.)

Baine was cautiously optimistic about this until he heard it was Nathanos and Katrana getting married.

No one on the Alliance knows what exactly to think about with this. I don't think anyone really likes Katrana but also no one likes the thought of a black dragon being close with the Horde either so it's kind of an impasse.

Genn and Katrana are at least having fun shit talking all of this in the wedding prep because if there's one thing old people like doing its complain.

fucking. CALIA. oh my god.

Calia who is talking to Anduin about how horrible her father was for arranging her marriage to a Lord Prestor and Anduin who is just going :V because he just arranged someone's marriage to a Prestor.

Anduin who is like "am i bad person for this?" as if Nathanos isn't like a fifty year old man who (theoretically) could've said no to this and not a teenage girl with no choice in the matter.

could you imagine. the wedding rehearsal. genn who is this close to making a scene vs sylvanas seeing him and turning to go "should i make a scene." its unfortunately lor'themar next to her and he's a good voice of reason.

TYRANDE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR AGAINST THALYSSRA COMPLETELY UNPROMPTED OH NO

[acourtofthought]

I always get so confused when I see pro-Elains say they want her with Azriel because they want her to have a choice. Well having a choice implies there are multiple options, right? Azriel is not the only person in existence! Besides, Elain might be physically attracted to Azriel, but she barely knows anything about him. Us as the readers barely know anything about him. But we know a ton about Lucien who has been there from book 1 and, considering everything we know about Elain, they’re perfect for each other! Don’t they want Elain to make an informed decision, and ultimately the right decision for herself? I also get irritated when I see that some people want her and Azriel to be a spy duo because Elain showed some ability to keep secrets, but so did Lucien! Lucien was implied to not only be a courtier and emissary but often play spymaster for Tamlin. Ultimately, though, Elain’s talents lie in making relationships with people, just like Lucien. Not spying like Azriel. They keep trying to turn her into something she’s not and then get mad when we say we want Lucien to be happy! And don’t they get that Sjm loves the reluctant lovers trope? There hasn’t been a single endgame couple that started off with both sides being totally obsessed with each other.

I agree with everything you said. And you're right, in book 1 Feyre wonders if "emissary" also means being "spymaster" because Lucien has contacts in other courts that provide him with information. So really, any career headcannon they have for E/riel, Elucien could also provide but the difference is Lucien doesn't use violent means to obtain his information which I think Elain would prefer. And yeah, Lucien was made Elain's mate for a reason. Could that reason be nothing more than strong offspring as Rhys theorized? (that wasn't even confirmed, he was just taking guesses). But I do think when something as important as a mating bond is given to two characters, it's important for all parties involved to make sure rejecting it is for the right reasons. Lucien probably can't move on for good until he knows for sure that he and Elain won't work out. And Elain can try to ignore Lucien for now but what's going to happen if she ends up with Az and continues to be drawn to Lucien at inopportune moments? What happens when Elain's mind drifts and Az becomes worried if she's thinking about him? I think if two characters are meant to reject their bond it's only fair to everyone that they know for sure it's what they want and they can't know that it's what they want until they actually interact with one another. The choice argument continues to have me shaking me head. When has any character in any fantasy series really had a choice in their destiny and how often was their endgame love interest truly their choice from the start? Discovery of Witches and Once Upon a Broken Heart minor spoilers to follow: For example, Diana (the FMC in the DoW series) spent her entire life trying to avoid her magic, she wanted nothing to do with it. But she did not have a choice when circumstances made it impossible for her to ignore her magic any longer. It was also not initially her choice to be with the MMC that she ended up with. She was actually a bit fearful and uncertain of him in the beginning and yes, he become her choice early on in the series but if you based things off their first meetings then it's clear he wasn't her choice then. In the Once Upon a Broken Heart series, the MMC was not the FMC's choice until well into the series. She met him yet still chose others before ending up with him. And most of what happened to her in the book wasn't her "choice." She was often used as a pawn in others schemes. So people claiming Elain deserves a choice more than anyone are forgetting that Feyre had almost all her choices taken away from her. She only ended up with Rhys in the NC because she was forced to leave the human lands for Prythian, fell in love with Tamlin which ended with her being forced to compete in the three trials, then ended with her being forced into the bargain with Rhys. Otherwise she would not have seen him each week which eventually led to him being what she considered a safe place for her to go.

Had Nesta not been forced into the Cauldron then eventually forced into training with Cassian, it would not have opened the door to them reconnecting during training, which eventually led to her accepting their bond. But somehow Elain deserves to be the only sister who gets to pick everything that happens to her? Somehow she's the only one who shouldn't be forced into anything or used in any schemes to further the plotline? SJM loves her endgame pairings but I'll say it again (as I've said in other posts), there is no endgame without that endgame furthering the plot along. Feysand ended up together and they saved Prythian during the war. Nessian ended up together and as a result, they changed Illyrian history. SJM can easily write it so that in Elain's book, Elain's character is set up to help their world which puts her in the direct path of Lucien which eventually leads to her making the choice to being with him.

Characters are allowed to change their minds as they grow and mature and that means Lucien can still be her choice in the end, regardless of the events that came before.

[sassykattery]

Reignition, Pt. 2

Welcome to Part 2.

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Post-breakup grief from reader. Suggestive conversations.

Themes: relationships

Characters: MC="you", Diavolo, mention Lucifer, Asmodeus,

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Enjoy~

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Diavolo informed you that after the weekend, you had a few days off from RAD, and he implored you to do something fun and enjoy yourself in the little mini vacation you now had. You were unsure what to do with yourself, especially when everyone was out of the House most of the day, so you cleaned up your room, rearranged a few things to change up the space, and did laundry. It was nice to have some time off, honestly, after everything that had happened, classes were the last thing you really wanted to think about.

Though, you got bored after a while on the second day, so you decided to take a nap for a while, just to pass the time and relax a little. It was your turn to cook dinner tonight, so you set an alarm to wake up before you would need to start cooking.

It took a while for sleep to come though, as you finally had to sit with yourself and process everything that had happened to you. It hurt, what Lucifer did to you. You had put so much faith and trust in him, only to be left alone and desolate. When you thought about the last interaction you had, you hated yelling at him, threatening to use the pact, it was all ugly. That was a side of you that disgusted you, because you never wanted anger to be your first or last resort. But he was taking shots at your fidelity, your image, and that was something you couldn't stand for.

You rolled over in bed, staring at the wall. The memories of waking up next to Lucifer filled your mind, seeing his smile or his sleeping face.

The first time you were intimate with Lucifer resurfaced in your head, and though it was a beautiful memory that you now kept hidden away, it burned away at your soul. Was it love you two shared? Or were you really just a toy? It hurt not knowing which it was.

Your thoughts kept spiraling downward, and eventually sleep overtook you as you silently cried.

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The ocean sparkled ahead of you. It was bright out, there was actually a sun as you could feel it's rays kiss your skin. Your eyes feasted on the majestic beauty of the crashing waves, coming to just lap at your feet. The air was fresh and smelled of salt. You could have sworn you were up in the human world again, but then you heard a familiar voice.

"MC!" the voice called out cheerfully. You looked over to see Diavolo walking up towards you in his beach attire.

"Hi Diavolo," you said with a soft smile. "It's beautiful out, isn't it?" you said, turning back to the ocean.

"Why don't we go out a little further?" he suggested.

Both of you walked out into the water, until the water was at your knees. It was calming, relaxing; your soul felt soothed by it.

A hand brushed yours, and you looked down to see Diavolo's fingers outstretched toward yours. Your eyes shot back up to look at him, and he was smiling down at you. Both of you turned toward one another. Suddenly, it was sunset, and you looked toward the horizon for a moment, only to have Diavolo gently pull your chin to look back up at him.

"MC," he murmured. When you looked in his eyes, you saw... adoration?

"What is it Diavolo?" you asked.

"I have to tell you something. I think you're the most wonderful person I've ever met. I've lived a long time, and for the first time, I think I've found someone I simply can't live without," he replied. Your mouth fell agape, and you tilted your head in confusion.

"You... feel that way about me?" you asked in reply.

"That and many other feelings," he murmured, his face inching closer to yours. You saw his golden eyes illuminated by the orange rays of the sun as it set. But to your surprise, you found yourself inching closer as well. Your eyes closed for what was to come.

-

You sat up with a gasp as your D.D.D. alarm went off.

Uh oh.

Scrambling, you got out of bed but ended up throwing yourself onto the floor. The floor was actually nice and cool compared to your now sweaty and flushed skin.

There was a knock at your door and Asmo walked right in before you could answer, "MC? Are you okay? I heard you- why are you on the floor?"

You stared up at Asmo, eyes wide and panting. "I-I'm fine Asmo! I fell that's all!" you said quickly.

"Dear, let me help you," he said, walking over to you. "Honestly, MC, you- oh," he stopped talking as he put his hands under your arms to help you up. Once on your feet, Asmo looked at you inquisitively.

"What?" you asked indignantly.

A sly smile crept across his face, "What has you so worked up? Did I find you at a bad time? You could have asked for my help-"

"Asmo!" you shrieked, embarrassed. "Okay! Thank you but I need to cook now so off you go-" you tried to shoo the fifth-born out.

He stood firm, digging his heels in. "Who is it?" he asked.

You stared at him, and the two of you were locked into a stalemate, with you not answering, and him not leaving.

"I will start guessing-" he started to say.

"Okay! Okay, hang on," you said, quickly running to close and lock the door, and then rejoining Asmo where you previously stood.

Asmo folded his arms as he waited patiently.

You leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I had a dream about Diavolo," you said, barely audible, but it was more than enough for Asmo. His hand flew over his mouth to contain his squeal. He sat the two of you on your bed and held your hands, looking you over.

"Do you like him?" Asmo asked excitedly.

"Um... I like him, but I don't know about in that way... I always thought he was out of my league since he's a prince, and I'm a human," you stated.

"Oh dear, don't worry about that. What if I told you he liked you too?" Asmo asked, wriggling.

You gasped. "Does he?"

Asmo giggled, "Darling, he has it bad for you. When I was at RAD today, someone asked where you were, and you should have seen the way he lit up at your name. He can barely contain himself."

Your jaw dropped further. "Surely... you're mistaken," you said, shaking your head, then closing your maw.

Asmo held up his index finger. "Doll, I am the Avatar of Lust, I know when someone is lusting. I must say, MC, I am surprised by you. You usually keep these things locked up tight, so thank you for telling me."

"You're surprised by me?"

Asmo's smile fell, suddenly becoming serious. "I know what's happened to you, and I was worried maybe this would make you shut down for good. I could feel our pact burning for days on end in the beginning of you two seeing each other, almost a month straight, and then suddenly... nothing, and I was confused. Then every so often the feeling would come back, but it seemed... sadder? But darling, when you were dreaming, your pact with me was burning so hard it turned me on."

You stared at Asmo, contemplating his words. They made sense, but it was bordering on a topic you didn't really want to talk about. Him.

"What I'm getting at, doll, is that I want you to be happy, it makes me happy when you are. And I think maybe... this could make you happy," Asmo clarified. With a nod, you threw your arms around Asmo for a hug.

"Thank you," you whispered. Asmo wrapped his arms around you as well.

"Of course, anything for you, MC."

You pulled away, and then a rather disturbing thought hit you. "Wait- oh hell, I didn't realize this before. So, you know when I'm... indulging in your sin," you stated with a groan, your hand sliding down the front of your face in distraught.

Asmo vocalized a noise of agreement, "Indeed. But don't worry, I'll keep that deliciousness all to myself. After all, I hope you'll tell me yourself, or ask me questions should they arise."

You grimaced, but ultimately nodded. "Okay, well, I need to go cook before Beel starts a riot. Thank you, again, Asmo," you said, giving the demon another hug.

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On the third day of your vacation, you sat around the House, thinking things over. You had already finished up all of the homework you've missed while being gone, and you were caught all the way up till the end of the week anyway, so it was rather boring to be by yourself for the third day in a row.

Thinking about Asmo's words, you looked down at your D.D.D. and wondered.

MC: Chess and dinner?

Diavolo: Chess, dinner, and video games?

MC: I'll be there.

You smiled at yourself, rather proud. When considering Asmo's advice, you realized that you could offer yourself up to hang out, rather than always waiting until Diavolo invited you.

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[sageandred]

* jotting down some thoughts from old wtFock, seasons 1-3 .... (part 1)

1. Jana

Pros- Jana + Robbe (Belgium Eva + Isak); Girlsquad minus Amber; Zoe + Jana/Zoe + Yasmina/Luca + Yasmina; the first appearance of Senne/Senne + Zoe scenes

Cons- Jana + Jens (Belgium Eva + Jonas), lol

*couldn't remember anything from this og season and the first few eps were fun, then I got annoyed at how the main couple story seemed to drag on; overall it was average-i don't think they changed much and the story was fine, but nothing really blew me away

2. Zoe

*I don't remember much from this og season (gonna be honest, before this, I don't think I finished Noora's season ever, because I can't stand William, lol, and I didn't realize until now).

Pros- Senne feels like a more likeable version of William to me [basing even off of the earlier episodes before both Senne/William's development]. (+ Senne at the beginning of wtFOCK is even still better than William at the end of Skam OG).

Cons- I LOVE Zoe + Senne, but the early ep conflict of her going on a date with him and being in denial is honestly so stupid. It seems like such a simple issue in the world of Skam in comparison to the other seasons for every reimagination. (But I know the later conflicts are gonna break me).

More in depth appreciation of Senne and Zoe

Senne: There were only a few moments in season 1 + early season 2 where I questioned him, but there's just charm and development to Senne that fleshes him out and actually made me love this couple by the end. They don't water down parts of "Senne" that are truly important to his whole "bad boy" personality-like later on (s3) his instinctual crutch of violence towards his brother or his smart-ass comments in season 1, but they also don't make him just a terrible boyfriend like og.

Zoe: could throw water in someone's face for no reason and I would still love her (I'm watching s4 rn although she doesn't do that, so this is kind of in line). She's not perfect and a lot of her push-back with Senne (mainly) can be really unreasonable, but that's what makes her her. I feel like she comes off as more stubborn than og Noora, but I honestly love it and there's subtle changes to her characterization that back it up. She's one of the most headstrong Nooras (obv all of them have this trait), and she's someone that is gonna move in a way that seems proactive to her (ex: her taking the plan B pill before even knowing what happened to her). The only minor thing I thought at one point is that we didn't get enough of Zoe's perspective on things (there are a lot of characters and it's great to see them, but sometimes certain interactions felt it took away in some way, idk). She was just a character I knew I would love immediately in season 1 [& she's great, but as I go on, I do think the writers kind of diminish her potential in some way (even certain choices in s2), but idk how to explain it-although it doesn't ruin her character at all for me, there's just minor minor differences than how she seemed].

Zoenne: I love how they are so different in their points of view; they each are strong in their opinions and it's not resolved too quickly. I honestly see both povs, which is how it should be. And in season 3, I wasn't even mad at the break up (even though it didn't last long)-they are the only Noorhelm imo to address the problem between them (with them being so young + why love's not enough), not make it the end of the world, and still get back together at a later time.

wtFOCK likes to dramatize a lot of their scenes, but for me it works in Zoe's season.

Examples: 1) the text from Senne's brother at the end of the episode revealing the pictures he took per the glass drop; 2) the Senne finds out scene I felt was better directed and acted than the og scene, giving a more emotional feel and lead up to the hallway confrontation in ep 10

other things: Amber is one of the worst Vildes in terms of ignorance, however they've done well with her development and not resolving her problems too quickly [I just know I'll eat my words come season 4/5]. Her seemingly heightened naivety against the other "Vildes" makes so much sense in this scenario.

2 is definitely my fav wtFock season

...not sure I'll watch Season 4, cause I know it's gonna piss me off more than Imane's, but maybe I'll continue for Yasmina only

^ update-started it; I hate it

[feralattentionwhore]

Get to know the blog:

So apparently my horny posts are something worth following for so I guess I'll do a bio and about me thing that definitely won't turn into a random ADHD ramble about shit

About me

I'm Feral, 19 and I never learnt how to read ✌️

^^ I'm leaving this up because I think it's hilarious but I'm 20 now

Living in the UK but not white

demisexual as fuck, preference for women but honestly I'm more interested in how we vibe than any gender. I tend to identify most with lesbian/sapphic labels because I feel most comfortable in this community.

fuck knows my gender either, I mostly present femme atm but I just identify as *all* I'd say I'm more nb/w or nb/nb & t4t but just in love with queer people in general. I am a girl but I'm also a boy, I'm not cis. You aren't straight if you're attracted to me

Owned, completely and utterly in love, technically poly. I'd rather start off as friends and see how it goes (benefits available if we vibe)

-Dni and more under than the cut-

DNI:

I'm saying this now, I love y'all but minors please get off my page *respectfully*. This includes blank blogs without your age/ age range

Cis men-Age regressors-People who fetishise trans people, s*ssies and cross dressers-Gender/sexuality correction-terfs/homophobes etc-

Oh and PSA this fucking includes people who gatekeep LGBT labels, including but not limited to hating on butch lesbians who transition, nb&he/him lesbians. Just honestly if you aren't accepting of the ✨ENTIRE✨ LGBT+ community and how people choose to identify please leave. No buts no ifs no maybes

How to give attention:

Asks are completely okay, if you want to talk through anon regularly pick an emote and I'll be sure to tag it so they're easy to find. Flirt with me or ask questions, just keep it within my limits please.

Requests are also totally okay along with reblogs of any of my posts. They're always appreciated!

Unless we've interacted before please don't randomly DM me. Mutuals are obviously always welcome to chat, for non moots I prefer asks as I get a lot of anxiety

I tend to check out profiles that reblog/follow so if you want to be moots then that's the way to go

I can't believe I have to say this, but if you're only messaging me to sext or roleplay or whatever you call it you can leave. It makes me uncomfortable, and will most likely make me feel weird about talking to you again in the future. I'm happy to flirt but unless we've talked about it nothing more.

Safe words and talks about boundaries and limits are non negotiable in kink. If you're not respectful of that you're not a dom, if you don't have complete understanding of how this works and expect to engage in anything sexual with someone without doing proper preparation you're practicing unsafe and frankly dangerous kink. Kink is something serious and you need to know what you're doing

I'm demisexual, with a partner and require actual communication before I engage in anything other than flirting. If you're literally only talking to me bc I'm hot or for sex n stuff you're going to be disappointed

I also have a shit tonne of anxiety, so I will disappear if something makes me feel unsafe. If I don't reply, don't make it worse by getting upset. I'm sorry but I really just don't have the energy to deal with things, especially when we don't really vibe.

About ✨whore✨me:

I'm a sub mostly, total bottom and complete mess irl. thought I was ace until this year and basically innocent af (I mean significantly less as of v recently but still fairly shy). Also kinda a hermit so I'm very touch starved.

Short long summary of my kinks.. To be continued..

- Praise and nicknames, specifically cute ones that start with "my"

- Exhibitionism Mostly being uh, fucked in front of people and stuff

- hands and fingersJust god, everything to do with them. In my mouth? Yes, Pulling my hair? Yesss, choking me?? Yesssssssss, hurting tf out of me?? Please

- being manhandled, strength, just be stronger than me and throw me around pls&ty

- being a simp for me and letting me get away with pretty much anything?? Yes

- being controlled and posessiveness Like a lot, like probably more than a healthy amount

- being teased, constantly

- marks.. Just fucking marks feeling owned and having proof of it with collars and stuff

- and also pain, pain and more pain all the hard kinks

- voices, dirty talk, the way they beg, and moan, and call me a good girl, the way their voice drops when they tease me. Everything about voices

- corruption.. 👀 😤

- being free use, letting friends fuuck me, being a whore for everyone. Them sharing my nudes with their friends, them letting their friends fuck me? Yes please

- affectionate domination / soft doms but rough sex

- most of this is just the long way of saying I have a massive kink for my pretty ass girlfriend though.. Just everything about them.. Mostly their hands, and their voice and uh.. Yeah just them

Limits:

-degradation, any way shape or form,I'll most definitely cry. Acting like you don't like me, hurt me because you love me not because you think I'm worthless

- pet play, Ddlg and that kind of vibe aren't for me

- I don't quite know how to explain it but the strict af, black suit and tie, academy / high protocol/training style/straight people bdsm. It's just way too nonpersonal for me and not fun. I prefer messing around and stuff plus my gf looks way better in a skirt

- discipline, punishments and other things that make me think you hate me (see: I'm a big ass baby and sensitive af)

- refering to my uhh *anatomy* just uh it gives me dysphoria like a lot so please don't

- body fluid shit, incest, feet, tickling, hypnosis

- other things that I'm not perticularly comfortable talking about here, you don't need to know unless we're talking

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Yes I'm insanely bad at tagging things, yes I'm trying, no it's not working. If I forget to, just get mad at me in asks or something. I'm sorry ADHD just kind of does that

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#feral in love - direct posts about my gf/wife/partner/Dom/love of my life

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#feral blogs - thoughts, updates and questions for you all about the blog

[allthefujoshiunite]

Can I ask your top 5 favorite moments from "Love for Sale"?

Thanks, Nora, because of you I found this manhwa, and it became one of my top fav BL ever.

Oh, have you read, "Dear Gene" by Azuma Kaya? It's also one of my favorite BL ever.... (Sorry if you already know it and don't really love them).

I can't put into words how happy it makes me that you liked Love for Sale... I don't think even Dal Hyeonji would feel this happy about someone liking their work SHFKUS but it's just SOO dear to me! Thank you for giving it a chance.

Obviously, there will be spoilers for Love for Sale below.

As for my top 5 moments.

The moment Namwoo finally realizes that he's the horndog in the relationship lol. From the moment they met, he's fixated on what he can provide for the money he's taking from Sieon, and since he's so rich and can literally buy anything he wants, there must be one thing and one thing only he wants from Namwoo: sex. Namwoo thinks Sieon must be a pervert for spending so much money on him (thus expecting a lot of sex in return) but it's actuallly him that constantly initiates sex. I kept waiting for the moment of realization!

The night Sieon went up to Namwoo's apartment to try his "toys". This is another favorite of mine because of how casual, funny and sexy at the same time. Still giggle whenever I remember Namwoo's middle finger action xD

Namwoo's realization that his sunbae was actually in love with him as well. I honestly didn't see this coming?! Probably because we never get to see his side of the story, and his "advances" could only be read as friendly invites. I should've been suspicious because I knew he picked up the nature of Namwoo and Sieon's relationship when they've first seen each other at the mall.

Namwoo and his sister Eunjung having a Love Declaration Olympics in the middle of a crowd. I mentioned in another answer that I love Eunjung for several reasons, and that scene is both so hilarious and emotional, I couldn't help but add it to the list. I love all of their interactions but this one probably takes the cake.

Sieon's blush. You know which chapter I'm talking about, right? xD I wouldn't believe you if you were to tell me that seeing a character blush after 70+ chapters would make me cry but here we are. This is top grade story-telling. Building everything up until such a "minor" point AND having a cathartic pay off, I can only bow down.

WHEW. Thank you for giving me another chance to gush about Love for Sale, because I feel self-conscious lol. I keep inserting the series whenever I get an ask or start blabbing unprovoked... Anyways. There were a lot more I liked about it, like our redhead with anger management issues looking back on his relationship with Sieon, or Namwoo's heartfelt convo with the female friend in his friend circle, OR Sieon reuniting with his mother. It's so hard to pick. But anyways, I'll stop here before I list anything and everything that transcribed in the series.

As for Dear Gene. I did read the parent manga, The Scene of My Rumspringa and liked it a lot! You can feel the weight and importance of the theme to the author, because only then you get a delicate story packed with emotions. Dear Gene was recommended to me as well, but I want to wait for the official English release because my Japanese is not at a level where I can comfortably read manga. I can get by with dictionaries and apps when the BL has your run of the mill story, I usually guess what's gonna happen from the very first chapter anyway. But BLs with deeper conversations and topics are hard to get through. I'll leave it to the translators and enjoy when I can. I'm looking forward to it!

[actualhumansunshine]

Don’t kill the messenger but what I’ve heard about her is that she is extremely stuck up and snotty. That she always acts like she is better than everyone else and looks down on people who are not from the same class and don’t have as much money as her father has or aren’t as skinny as her rich friends. She has body shamed people before and is extremely jealous and possessive too. I’ve heard people say that she gives off a very unpleasant vibes. Don’t know if that’s true because I’ve never met her but I’ve heard this from several people who have been around her and have seen the way she carries herself and acts around other people. I guess we will never know unless we meet her ourselves.

ok but once again, who are you hearing this from? are you hearing it from people that actually, genuinely know her, or are you hearing this from people that were already biased against her and spent six hours staring at her from across a golf course, only to decide she's a bitch?

i have yet to see even a single instance of actual evidence against her beyond 'well i heard...' or 'well the vibe she gives me is...', which leads me to believe that it's less a case of her being a fucking cunt and more just rumor mill gone wild. people WANT to believe that she's a horrible person because it justifies their dislike of her, so when they hear from someone that heard from someone that heard from someone else that she's rude, she's classist, she's fatphobic, she's this, she's that, there's NO questioning where this information is coming from, there's NO benefit of the doubt being given to her, and there's NO hesitation in continuing to spread the information, true or not. and the people that are starting these rumors are literally just making assumptions and saying shit based on their own biased point of view, then continuing to say it until they've convinced themselves and everyone else around that she's some horrible monster when they don't actually know that (and frankly CAN'T know that based off nothing more than a few minor interactions and being in same general area as someone for a few hours).

also just like...once again it has to be pointed out that if he's the type of person that wants to be—and has been for two years now!—with someone like you've described, that says something about him too. either he's just as bad and/or he condones it—in which case you should hate him as much as you hate her—or he's a fucking idiot—in which case, is that really who you want to be spending all your time and money on? someone that doesn't know their right foot from their left and needs to be protected by fans that see .02% of his life because he continues to have the wool pulled over his eyes by these awful, horrible, evil women?