#because clearly He Gets There... but it takes some time for him to fully commit to loving Mallory as a Man and not just Mallory

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Never Have I Ever Sucked a Cock

(Thom x Mallory Trevelyan)

With the Iron Bull now a tal-vashoth, Blackwall revealed to be a murderer, and the Herald of Andraste now an open cross-dresser, the Inquisition in dire need of a morale boost. Thankfully, Sera knows just the drinking game to get everyone's mind off of the less fun secrets.

What's this? A "Keep Reading" divider on one of my fics? Insane!

First off, I'd like to extend a special thank you to @stenshale for spurring me to commit to re-doing this fic! I'm so glad I did! Hope you enjoy, beloved mutual!

I thought it'd be fun to include a list of all the questions played in the game of Never Have I Ever, mainly because I'm so curious to know how many drinks other peoples' characters would have had to take!

Never have I ever... 

1. ... fucked a girl  2. ... gotten kicked by a horse 3. ... vomited after drinking  4. ... knitted  5. ... had hair longer than my nipple  6. ... gone more than a week without a bath (including streams, so long as there's soap) 7. ... been to the opera  8. ... pantsed myself on the battlefield  9. ... gotten challenged to a fight in the middle of a piss  10. ... been picked up and dangled by a Qunari  11. ... instigated a tavern brawl by slapping a man on the ass  12. ... pissed myself  13. ... fisted someone  14. ... sucked a cock  15. ... faked my identity  16. ... slept with a man  17. ... accepted coin for sex  18. ... stripped in public  19. ... bottomed for a bas 20. ... had sex drunk  21. ... worn a dress  22. ... slept with a mage  23. ... slept with a dwarf  24. ... had sex in a barn  25. ... watched two unknowing people go at it  26. ... taken it up the back entrance  27. ... used a sex toy  28. ... been eaten out  29. ... slept with an elf  30. ... been tied up during sex  31. ... fucked a shem 32. ... had my cock sucked 

[alaia777]

✰ can i get uhhhh ???

note; this is so unserious i’m so sorry i just saw this tiktok and i couldn’t stop thinking about it

✰ sae;

sae was on his laptop when you walked in, back turned to you, fully focused on whatever he was doing. still, he let out a lazy “hm?”, already knowing you had something to ask.

“sae, are you busy?”

“what do you think?” he replied flatly, fingers never slowing on the keyboard.

“can i get an, um, an—” you hesitated, glancing around the room he had meticulously decorated with his trophies and, of course, that framed picture of a random family you bought from the store. the one you refused to let him throw out.

“can you get what?” he sighed, clearly regretting acknowledging you at all.

you were practically breathing down his neck at this point.

“um, an, ummm—”

he stopped typing. slowly, he turned to look at you, eyes narrowing in a mix of concern and exasperation.

“are you having a stroke?”

“no, but can i—”

“get out.” he cut you off immediately, already turning back to his screen.

✰ rin;

you really couldn’t have picked a worse time to bother your boyfriend. rin was watching a recording of his last match for the third time today, pen in hand, scribbling down notes on everything he thought needed improvement. he’d already told you not to distract him unless it was important, but you were bored, and frankly, watching him rewatch the same match over and over again was starting to get on your nerves.

“rin, where’s the—” you started, then immediately got distracted by your phone.

he didn’t respond. you knew he heard you—his ears practically twitched like a cat’s at any sudden noise—but he refused to acknowledge you.

“where could it be…?” you mumbled dramatically, glancing around the room despite not actually searching for anything. when he continued to ignore you, you nudged him with your foot.

rin let out a sharp exhale, finally pausing the match. “what are you looking for?”

“the, um—” you trailed off, and that was all he needed to confirm that you weren’t looking for anything at all. you were still wrapped up in your blanket, pillows stacked comfortably beside you, phone in hand—exactly how he’d last seen you when the match started.

he stared at you, unimpressed. then, in the flattest tone imaginable, he said, “it’s in the pile of attention you’re not getting.”

✰ barou;

barou was on cleaning duty today—just like every other day. at some point, you had given up on trying to help. not because you didn’t want to, but because he was insufferable about it. if you so much as held a mop the wrong way, he’d be right there, arms crossed, judging you like you committed a crime. so, you learned it was best to just stay out of his way.

he was vacuuming the living room when you walked in, motioning for him to turn it off. barou exhaled sharply, clearly annoyed, but still switched it off. “what now? are you done with the laundry?”

you hadn’t even started. “no, but i need to get the, um..” you trailed off, pressing a hand to your temple as if the word was on the tip of your tongue.

barou stared at you, unimpressed. “the what?”

you hummed like you were deep in thought, tilting your head and tapping your chin for extra effect. barou’s eyes narrowed.

“take your time,” he deadpanned. “it’s not like i’m busy or anything.”

you pursed your lips, pretending to concentrate even harder. his jaw ticked.

without another word, he turned the vacuum back on, the loud hum drowning you out entirely.

✰ isagi;

it was 6 a.m., and isagi was up, already getting ready to leave for training. today was one of those days where he had to get there at an early hour, barely having any sleep.

you, however, were still half asleep but decided it was the perfect time for a little prank.

“before you leave, make sure to get me the, um…” you trailed off, deliberately leaving him hanging.

even though he was exhausted, isagi immediately perked up, giving you his full attention despite how sleepy he was. “huh? the what?” he asked, blinking at you.

“um..” you repeated, dragging it out, still refusing to finish your sentence.

he waited patiently, his head tilting slightly as he tried to figure out what you meant. “yeah? what is it?”

you could tell he was still too sleepy to realize what was happening, his brows furrowing ever so slightly as he waited for you to continue.

“…huh?” he said again, letting out a soft chuckle, still too sweet to get annoyed, even when you weren’t giving him an answer. “what do you need?”

you stayed quiet, holding back a laugh as he looked at you with nothing but pure confusion.

after a few seconds, he let out a small sigh, rubbing his eyes. “wait, are you just messing with me?” he finally asked, his voice soft and amused.

you grinned. “maybe.”

he laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “you’re lucky i’m too tired to do anything about this,” he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “but i’ll get you back for this, just wait.”

“sure you will,” you teased, watching as he leaned down to press a quick kiss to your forehead before heading out the door.

even half-asleep, he was still the sweetest.

[laaailuh]

-TROPHY WIFE🏀

-pairing: basketball player!e42 miles x fem!black!reader

-genre: fluff

-summary: What it’s like to date Visions Academy’s most prominent basketball player.

a/n: After I wrote my fic “He's got a whole fan club” this came into mind. Like cmon, earth 42 miles would totally be a hooper. Also, this is my first time doing headcannons, kinda scared.

a/n 2: For the people who have requested, I haven’t forgotten about you.

MILES MORALES who asks you to braid his hair for him, the day before a game.

MILES MORALES who sneaks you into the locker room just to get some extra time with you.

"I'm going to get in trouble." "Ma chill, the boys aren't even here." "But-" "No buts, I wanna spend some time with my girl before I whoop some niggas asses on the court."

MILES MORALES who gets upset if he sees other guys/players approach you at his game.

“What did he say to you baby?” “He just wanted his water bottle that was beside me.” “Nah, he was tryin’ start something with you.”

MILES MORALES who will go all out and play more aggressively if he knows you'll be there.

MILES MORALES who lets you know if he's at practice so you don't think he's ignoring your texts and calls.

MILES MORALES who makes a shot and says “this one’s for my girl” which most of the time goes in. However, if he misses, his whole team will clown/tease him for it.

“How you gon’ airball in front of y/n man? Straight embarrassing.” “Nigga shut up, I had that on lock.” “Clearly you didn't.”

MILES MORALES who wears a bracelet with your initials on it when he plays, claims it gives him good luck.

MILES MORALES who barely uses his social media but when he does, it's only to post you and his basketball highlights.

MILES MORALES who will reassure you that he is fully and utterly committed to you if you start to feel jealous or annoyed at the amount of female attention he was getting.

“No te preocupes por ellos princesa (don't worry about them princess), you know I only want you.”

Being MILES MORALES girlfriend wasn't easy, a lot of the girls envied or despised you, wishing it was them in your place.

MILES MORALES is never afraid of showing affection towards you in front of a large crowd. This involves kissing, hugging, exchanging small glances and pointing at you when he makes a shot. 

MILES MORALES who likes receiving massages to help him unwind and relax after an intense game. Nonetheless, it usually ends in a makeout session due to him not being able to resist you. 

“I thought you wanted a massage.” “I did but it aint' enough.” “So what is?” “Kissing you mami.”

MILES MORALES can be a sore loser if he doesn't win a game. If his team gets defeated, he will most likely go see you straight after because you're the only person that can properly comfort him.

MILES MORALES who likes to take you to the basketball court late at night. Instead of a traditional dinner or movie date, you often find yourselves shooting hoops or playing one-on-one games together. 

MILES MORALES who likes to talk/think about the future with you.

“When I make it pro, you don't gotta worry bout a thing anymore.” “What do you mean?” “I’m gonna take care of you baby. Anything you want, it's yours.”

[jaylaxies]

GLOSSY LIPS | NJM

pairing: fwb!jaemin × fem!reader

wc: 1002 words

cw: smut, public sex, cunnilingus, fingering.

warning: 18+ content, minors dni

a/n: i dreamt about jaemin being a sucker for pussy and decided to share it with the world :3

Jaemin isn’t the one to think about decorum when it comes to you, especially when he’s got some sort of odd fixation of having the urge to eat you out each time you go out (you keep his lips glossy and moisturized; is what he says), whether it is a lunch date with your friends or a random outing with Jaemin, he’s gonna make sure to do one thing—eat you out, no matter what.

It was to no one’s shock that you forbade from taking your panties off, especially when you were in public as you were still traumatized by that one incident where you had almost flashed Jeno, simply because Jaemin couldn’t stop himself from stuffing your panties in his pocket after eating you out in the bathroom, which you were glad was clean.

So, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to Jaemin when you gave him the look which was a clear warning as to tell him to not pull any of his stunts this time, but he only smiled the softest of his smiles, the kind that anyone would mistake as the smile of an angel, which is not the case with you as you clearly know about the sin he’s about to commit.

It’s your monthly dinner date with your friend group tonight, the extravagant restaurant only makes it even more special than the usual ones. Hyuck is busy talking to Mark, while Renjun is explaining some theory of his to Jeno and Chenle. Jisung is busy eating, while Karina and Ningning are busy discussing the latest gossip.

Jaemin couldn’t have been more happy that the tables were fully covered with the table cloth, meaning: if he were to go in to play with you a little, then nobody else would be able to spot him inside. It was almost comical the way he crouched down, thankful that he was sat at the corner, which helped him not garner anyone’s attention. You gulped as you saw him grabbing the cloth, holding it up for him to get enough space as he got under the table, careful to maintain the distance with anyone who’s not you, crawling close to your knees with a sinister smirk on his face. You gasped then second his hands separated your legs, and you cursed yourself for wearing a dress tonight.

Jaemin knew he wasn’t allowed to take off your panties, you had made that very clear beforehand, so he simply settled down between your thighs and got closer, his glossed up lips brushing against your inner thigh, leaving a soft kiss right on the same spot, followed by many more as he peppered open mouthed kisses all over, but not where you needed him the most.

“Where did Jaemin go?” Mark asked two minutes after the disappearance of Jaemin, unaware of the activity that was taking place under the table, “oh—he went to the washroom,” you managed to speak up with a shaky tone and he nodded in understanding, ��ah—I didn’t even notice him leaving,” he laughed and you laughed back, stopping the second you felt Jaemin’s tongue on your lace panties, right on your clit.

You didn’t allow him to take the panties off, but you sure as hell didn’t say anything about him doing stuff to you while you were wearing them.

You bit on your food a little too hard as he pressed his lips against your clothed cunt, the lace allowing his spit to penetrate easily, causing the fabric to be wet instantly. He tried not to groan with how good you tasted as he pressed his tongue harder, lapping up the taste of you as much as he could, his warm breath fanning your cunt as he pushed the fabric of your panties aside, giving your wet pussy a sloppy kiss, caressing it with his fingers.

He didn’t care about being caught, the thought only made him harder. Jaemin had always been a bit of a freak, and he happily embraced the title, immersing himself as he attached his mouth to your clit, sucking on it as his fingers prodded your entrance, rubbing circles on your slit before pushing two digits in, curling his fingers inside to give you the most unadulterated pleasure he could while still lapping at your juices, almost as if he was drunk in your essence.

Your orgasm was so close as you spread your legs wider to give him more space, his strong arms holding your legs open as they started shaking, and you tried your best to keep up with the conversation happening around the table.

Jaemin was enthusiastic. If someone were to ask him to note down his favourite activities to do, then your name would be on top of that list, and it showed with how eagerly he pressed his face to your cunt, making you see white as you almost toppled over with how good it felt as you reached your high, granting Jaemin with the utmost pleasure of tasting how good he made you feel.

He’d pull the panties back to their place, leaving you all wet as he’d smile at your shaking legs, his eyes almost dazed as he wiped his chin, but not his lips.

He wanted to have the taste of you on his lips, the glossy appearance only made it look as if Jaemin had put on too much lip balm—which was a normal thing for him.

He made sure to be discreet as he got out and sat down on the chair again, successful as no one caught him, his smile only widening when you looked his way, your lip a little swollen with how hard you bit it to conceal your moans.

“Ay dude! When did you come back? Where did you disappear to?” Mark asked, wondering if he was that oblivious to miss Jaemin twice, but he only smirked, licking his bottom lip as he spoke up, maintaining eye contact with you.

“Just went out to get my lip balm.”

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[tobiosbbyghorl]

Buy 1 Take me | psh

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One Romance Cream — “Friends to lovers with a shared coffee loyalty card.” Coming right up!

Brewed over buy-one-take-one coffee dates and a slice of cake too sweet to resist. Blended with a bubbly regular and her fake boyfriend—who just happens to know her drink order by heart. Flavored with under-the-table handholding, red velvet negotiations, and one surprise kiss between sips.

It all started with a promo flyer slapped on the campus café window.

“Buy 1 Take 1 Coffee + A Free Slice of Cake for Couples!”

You had paused, iced Americano in hand, eyes glued to the words like it was a divine message from the coffee gods.

Cake.

Coffee.

Free.

For couples.

Your wallet cried. Your sweet tooth screamed. Your brain only had one name on speed dial.

You stormed into your shared lecture hall, beelined for Sunghoon’s seat, and slammed your coffee down in front of him.

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.”

He blinked, not even flinching. “Hi.”

“There’s a promo,” you rushed, dropping the flyer in front of him. “Buy one coffee, get one free. Plus a slice of cake. Every time. But only for couples. I need you. You like cake.”

His brows pinched like he was trying not to laugh. “You’re asking me to commit tax fraud over chiffon sponge.”

“Yes.”

“…What flavor cake?”

You gasped. “You’re considering it?!”

“If I get red velvet, maybe.”

You clutched his sleeve. “I’ll give you my whole soul if you do this for me.”

He sighed, picking up his bag. “Fine. But if I gain five pounds from this, you’re buying me new pants.”

—

Sunghoon quickly became your “boyfriend” in all the important ways—linked arms at the counter, low mutters of “babe, which one do you want,” and sharing cake forks like it was nothing.

The first time, it was casual.

The third time, he started cutting the cake in half so you always got the cherry.

By the sixth visit, the baristas just called you “the couple with matching drink orders and shared forks.”

You weren’t dating, technically. But you weren’t not dating either.

Especially not with the way Sunghoon would pull your chair in, tug your tray closer, and silently take your hand under the table during your coffee runs.

“Why do you do that?” you asked once, squeezing his fingers back as your shoes brushed under the table.

He shrugged. “You talk a lot. Keeps you from flailing.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You just like holding my hand.”

“Maybe.”

He said it like a joke, but the tips of his ears were pink.

And you… you were starting to fall. Hard.

It hit you fully when you found yourself buying strawberry cake one day just because it was his favorite—even though you didn’t even like it.

“This is the worst day of my life,” you gagged, chewing slowly. “This tastes like toothpaste.”

Sunghoon just smiled and finished the rest for you.

—

It happened on your eighth cake run. You’d barely gotten your order out before bouncing on your toes and rambling about a new drama you were obsessed with, waving your hands and mimicking entire scenes.

“And then he like—grabs her, right? And he’s like, ‘You drive me crazy!’ But she’s crying and—oh my God, you would hate it. You hate angst. But I love angst. Do you think I’d survive a love triangle? I think I would. I’d pick you anyway—”

“Y/N.”

You stopped mid-rant, cheeks puffed out from your last bite of carrot cake.

Sunghoon stared at you across the table, coffee untouched.

His thumb brushed over the back of your hand, still held beneath the table.

“Can you stop for like, two seconds?”

“…Why?”

“So I can kiss you.”

You froze. Blinked.

Then promptly short-circuited. “Wait, are we still pretending?”

He didn’t answer.

Just leaned forward, and kissed you like he had been waiting through eight slices of cake and a hundred coffee orders to do it.

You were too stunned to speak after, which he clearly found amusing.

“Finally,” he teased. “Some peace and quiet.”

You shoved his shoulder. “You like my yapping.”

“I like you, period.”

You smiled, eyes wide with disbelief. “Is this still for the promo?”

“No,” he said, lacing your fingers together beneath the table. “But I still want the cake.”

You giggled, tucking your head into his shoulder.

And from then on, the coffee runs came with a new kind of sweetness—one you didn’t need a promo for.

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You Will Stop the Wedding! - Jamil Viper

SUMMARY: YOU were the one being kidnapped by Princess Eliza to marry her. How would he react and how would he save you? With the aggravation of he already having a crush on you.

CHARACTERS: Jamil Viper x Reader

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration

WORD COUNT: 1.260 words

Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia

Rescuing You - Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Floyd Leech; Kalim Al-Asim

COMMENTS: What have I done? Why did I commit to writing this? And why did I write so much? Why was I so inspired? There were seven of them! Why do I do this to myself? So yeah, this took me a long time. But I hope it was worth it, for me and for you.

CONTEXT: Someone was kidnapped to marry some ghost princess and might end up turning into a ghost too. And they just found out that someone was you.

Jamil was not present at the Housewarden's meeting, since he isn't one. But it didn't take long for Kalim to tell him, especially because he was panicking. He starts saying loose sentences about ghosts, kidnapping, marriage and especially your name. Jamil gets very serious and asks Kalim to stop for a few seconds, calm down a little and explain things clearly. And if that doesn't work, he has a plan B: ask one of the other Housewardens. Riddle would be an excellent choice.

After fully understanding what is happening, he himself panics for a moment. But then he clears his throat and calms himself down. He asks, no, he orders Kalim to stay safe in Scarabia while he joins the others in the rescue groups. When Kalim tries to convince Jamil to let him help them, Jamil gets straight to the point and says it's dangerous, both for him and for you. Does he really want to risk ruining everything? It's your life that's at stake here! Jamil was being harsher than usual, but Kalim knew why, and promised that he would stay in Scarabia hoping that everything would go well. He would behave well for Jamil and for you.

However Jamil is too cautious to simply believe him. So most likely, without Kalim noticing, Jamil will put him to sleep or something with some spell or with his Snake Wisper. You know, just in case.

Jamil asked to be in the last group. A little like Azul, he is the type to first analyse all angles of the situation before forming a more appropriate plan.

When it's the last group's turn, whenever someone needs to stay behind to tie up the ghosts, Jamil tells one of the others to do it. He always managed to show himself as a good strategist and someone who conveys the confidence of a leader, so the others just followed this order without questioning much. His behavior showed that he seemed to have a plan in place. He ends up being the only one to arrive at the ceremony hall.

He could follow the plan, but he knew himself well in this regard. He is good at hiding his true feelings, but he is not good at showing feelings that are antagonistic to his true ones. The princess would definitely notice this as she noticed some of the others' strategies. For these reasons he had a plan B, but still wanted to try the original plan.

“Your majesty, you must stop this wedding. You are taking with you someone who doesn't want to be with you. If you don't marry someone who loves you back, both of your lives... afterlives? will be miserable. And that's why I'm here. Please accept me as your husband and I promise to do everything in my power to make your afterlife wonderful.” Everything was going well, until he proposed to be her husband.

The princess said out loud the same thing that you also noticed. In these sentences his emotion almost disappeared, showing that he was lying. And she accused him of trying to deceive her.

Jamil sighed. He was now forced to follow plan B, which he never really likes to follow: Be honest. “You are correct, your majesty. I was lying. But-” Before he could continue speaking the princess ordered the guards to catch him. And he had a plan for that too.

He managed to dodge all the ghost guards and was heading towards the altar where you and the princess were. But one thing wasn't part of his plan: One of the guards turning into a giant ghost. Obviously he still tried to fight and did his best, but he still lost against the guard. As soon as the guard caught him, the princess wasted no time in slapping him, she didn't want to hear his excuses.

However, Jamil remained able to move. Everyone gasps, including the princess. When the guards ask what's going on, the princess says it can only mean one thing. The thing is that her slap is capable of petrifying anyone, except those who have already found their true love. The reaction from all NRC students is like "What the F-?!" And Jamil’s reaction was to lower his head to try to make his hair hide his face.

Then he lifted it again, with an upset and slightly obscured expression on his face. He really hated exposing himself like that, but at that moment, it was his last shot to save you. “Do you want the truth? I'm here for someone, yes, but not for you. I'm here for the person you kidnapped to force to be your partner.” She starts to say that she didn't kidnap or force anyone. “Your delusion disgusts me.” The guard shakes him, threatening him not to insult the princess.

But now the princess is interested. He was there for you? So why did he ask to marry her? “Because we had a plan.” Jamil admits, as if he's had enough and just wants to resolve everything once and for all. “Making you accept one of us as a husband to put a ring on your finger that would send you to the afterlife.” The princess is offended and feels attacked by that. And while she and the guard start to say how outrageous that is, Jamil looks at the princess again, but this time with a condescending look.

“If you're going to take someone with you, take me then. Let (Y/N) go. Let me go in their place. From a young age I learned that part of my job would be to be willing to give my life for someone. Let me give my life for someone I lo... care about, then.” He couldn't fake something like this that well.

And, out of nowhere, the princess started to feel sorry for herself and jealous of you. Having someone willing to give their life for you like that. This was the greatest proof of love anyone could give. How she wished she had someone like that for herself too. And this was the opportunity that the guard who was in love with her found to declare himself and say that he would give his life for her, after all, technically, he had already done so. And that whole ending of the princess realizing that she loved him too happens, they get married and happily ever after.

As soon as the guard releases Jamil, he runs to you. “Are you well? Are you hurt?” You were petrified, but shortly afterwards you could move again. Jamil never left your side until the ghosts left.

After everything and while the first-years were getting ready to tidy up and clean the cafeteria, you asked Jamil to wait a bit. You leave the room so you can talk alone. He couldn't look at you, and he was trying to hide his face with his hands or his hair. He had practically already declared himself to you during all that madness. So you decide it's your turn to tell him that you feel the same way about him. He looks at you in surprise and you can see how flattered he was.

Knowing now that your feelings were mutual, he becomes kind of smug. “Does that mean you would give your life for me too? That you would serve me if necessary? *chuckle* Don't worry, I'm just messing with you. Unless you don't mind.” You say you would at least kiss him right there and then if that's what he wants. He holds you by the waist. “Be my guest.”

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[takes1]

fukunaga shouhei can't stop kissing you

a rare character i like a lot <3 not as much content for him out there

warnings. nsfw kind of, recreational use of alcohol, minors DNI

details. nekoma girls team!reader / "crushing on the weirdo" prompt / lots of kissing / the 'knee thing' / libero!reader / lap sitting / freaky!shouhei / an altered game of spin the bottle / public displays of affection / yaku being a friend / kuroo being a friend

links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. requests open.

Shohei was not a guy you could reveal you wanted to kiss without committing. You weren't friends and you didn't talk.

Everybody would know, through process of elimination, that you were crushing on him hard.

"--You clearly have somebody in mind," Kuroo insisted.

The longer you two went back and forth, the more attention was captured around the circle of both teams.

"I can't--," You wheezed.

The heat from your face alarmed you. It felt like your breath was getting stolen from your weak lungs as you glanced around a giant circle of curious, anticipatory faces.

Yaku, ever-enthusiastic, ever-crafty and always a little too interested in your crushes, placed an arm across your shoulders.

"You'll never get the chance again," He sang soft, just for you, into your hair.

You shuddered at the truth.

Now everyone stared at you both, as if he was the object of your adoration- as if you two were in a secret relationship. It'd be damn near libero-profiling if he was any more discreet about your close friendship.

No, you had long since passed the point of hoping you would move onto a more normal guy. If you did like Yaku, it would at least be socially accepted. But that was too easy. Your heart, among other things, was determined to make things difficult.

You made the mistake of bringing up your crush just once in the changing room.

"Shohei's not bad, either." It rolled off your tongue.

In fact, you didn't fully register that you said it until the other girls went silent.

Some polite, but disagreeing hums, even a couple muffled laughs. You shrank in your spot, clinging to the jersey in your hands.

"I'm joking-!" You laughed along, adding to the cruel sound, burning face hidden into your locker door.

Time was of the essence. You glanced down at your half-full bottle, eyes filled with a mix of somber resolution and pained resistance.

Yaku was right. There was no way you'd get this heavy admission off your chest without the double-excuse of alcohol and an innocent game.

"Shohei," You uttered the name directly to Kuroo.

He wanted to know the most, anyway. If anyone wanted to hear it repeated, they could ask him. Because now you were taking big, desperate gulps of beer to the crescendo of surprise from both of your teams.

You would've finished, if it wasn't for Yaku ripping it away from you to stick his finger down the neck of the bottle.

A flick to the back of the head. You could barely hear him over some celebration, some disgruntled, disappointed shouts alike, "That's not how you play the game, idiot."

Kuroo understood that this was a little more than the chance to kiss just any guy. He hit a goldmine of unrequited feelings while blindly striking some rocky ground. A proud grin replaced his shock almost right away.

Luck on his side, he called to Shohei across the circle.

"Whaddya think, man?"

Everyone seemed to lean in to hear what Shohei had to say except for you.

It was quiet for a second. You watched Yaku try and fail to twist his finger out of your bottle through the corner of a stinging eye.

"Ooh," Was all Shohei said. It was toneless, void of implication either way, until the bottom of his bottle faced the ceiling.

As he downed it, you felt your shoulders stoop further to the floor at a brutal sign of rejection.

A slew of second-years from both of your teams shouted to your defense, which turned into the start of mean threats on his body and life. It didn't help you feel any better, but it was reassuring to know less people thought of you as a loser.

Shohei's confusion was evident to you when you looked up across the circle, hugging your knees. He glanced around, wide-eyed, at all the collective anger when he stood up.

Kuroo clocked it first. He was quick, shushing everyone down, and pointed right at him.

"You're supposed to kiss her or drink, man."

"Ooh," Again, quieter. He was impossible to read.

Your heart fluttered with hope again despite your cynical mind.

"I'll do both," He said with a definitive nod, a complete disregard for the rules, and gave you almost no time to recover from the switch-up before walking across the circle.

Yaku shuffled away to make space. He kept his snide comments to himself for the first time ever.

Shohei was truly looking at you for the first time. You saw it in his big, watchful eyes, bouncing up and down over your body when he sank to his knees in front of you.

You shrank under the pressure, but remained larger than life inside.

He looked excited. You hoped you did, too. Or at least presentable.

Slender, precise fingers slid slow to cup one side of your face. His touch was so cold against your burning skin, but he didn't seem to mind it.

You readied yourself to kiss him, eyes closed-- once again, you were caught off-guard.

A cheek kiss.

It was slow, tender, curious, and you blinked your eyes open to look at him. He was staring down at you, still holding you in place.

Groans of disappointment all around.

You didn't have the privilege of feeling the same-- his proximity alone was going to kill you.

You shied away from his unholy eye contact, instead glancing down to his tense, sharp jaw, to his soft lips, only to realize you wouldn't be able to calm down.

He dipped back down for another, for your mouth instead, but could only barely brush you before a third-party pulled the rule-breaker off of you.

"It's just-- One kiss, you freak-!"

The game continued, filled with odd pairings and dramatic reveals of interest or disinterest. Yet, in spite of all the commotion, the only thing you were occupied with was trying to get a glimpse of Shohei without getting caught. It was impossible to do when he wouldn't tear his eyes off of you.

It was eventually his turn. The answer didn't surprise anyone, but it still ran a violent shiver across your entire body.

"(Y/n)," Shohei stated, returning your gaze with unfaltering stillness.

The focus in his eyes simply never matched the rest of his face. He looked always receptive, always interested, but he stared like he was about to swallow you whole.

It was creepy, and it shamelessly turned you on.

Too many times had he given you less intense glances that plenty sufficed in your late-night imagination. This was beyond what you could craft on your own.

Yaku prompted to you move with a gentle shove.

It was easier this time, in part because you were buzzed enough now, but mostly because you could get the nerves out by standing up, instead.

You were uncertain how to move once you stood in front of him, bouncing back and forth between replicating how he sat earlier, or getting closer somehow- but he made it a nonissue quickly.

At first, he got up to a kneel when you came down.

He seized your wrists and placed them on his wide shoulders with such a casual movement you didn't have the chance to appreciate it enough.

Your body was involuntarily stiff at his touch, and more importantly, his lidded eyes. He looked leagues more relaxed than you, like he forgot about the 15-some party shouting and commentating as soon as he got his hands back where they belonged.

Shohei knocked you off-balance by pulling on your hip and threading a thigh between yours, so you had no choice but to sit on his lap.

A small gasp parted your glossy lips. He took the opportunity to steal that kiss he was owed.

Whatever his true intention was, you couldn't find it in yourself to care; malicious, performative, exploitative, it didn't matter. He was far more experienced than you assumed, left you reeling at how direct he was, and filled you with complete rapture.

He took great measures to make you feel good in such a short time. A dexterous hand pushed you down onto a muscular thigh that flexed between your legs.

There wasn't going to be a second kiss, this time, so he made the first last as long as he could drag it out. It was rougher as he pressed into you, harder so as to not be separated again, passionate, and sure.

His arm kept you plastered against his front, an oversized hand on the back of your head-- you didn't have to move an inch, not a single worry about fucking anything up. He stilled your mind for a long ten seconds.

You were buzzing, light and heavy at the same time, when you pulled away to breathe. He blindly went back in for another, hungry for you still, but caught the corner of your mouth instead.

You both studied that pornographic string of spit between you for a moment before you wiped your mouth dry with the back of your hand.

The next morning.

The events of that night were so beyond your imagination that you woke up thinking it was just a wet dream.

You were brushing your teeth before for your morning practice game when your teammate slipped by you to grab her own supplies.

"How come you didn't sleep on the couch? I heard Shohei got booted to the living room since there weren't enough beds."

It was real. You kissed twice, in front of everyone.

How were you supposed to go back to normal now?

That question didn't get any easier to answer as the day went on. No matter how weird it was for the others that had also confessed their crushes, or just decided to let loose last night, the sand volleyball game still came at 8 a.m. sharp.

And those keen, nearly predatory eyes tracked your swift movements from behind the net throughout the entire game.

Captured attention aside, he still didn't speak to you until the first big break.

"Let's kiss again," He stated, clear as day.

His tilted look down at you made you jump back to the grass.

"What?" Shot out of your mouth, a little mean, but mostly confused. He didn't take it to heart.

Instead, he actually stepped closer to you, pointing between your lips, "We should kiss."

Panicked, you glanced around to the others either drinking or pouring water on themselves, and felt more at ease when nobody was paying attention.

"I..." You looked between his big, unblinking eyes, and felt a heartbeat start between your legs, "I don't think we can do that here."

"Why not?"

His quick argument and the sudden presence of his team captain, glancing around his arm at you, made you a little uptight.

All you could do was stutter out some incoherent sentence and shake your head.

"It's a fake match." He pointed at the sand court. "No refs. No coach."

Shohei stepped towards you again and closed the remaining distance. His neck was limp as he glanced you up and down again in your tiny shorts and tight tank top.

"Just a little one," He slouched forward to be eye-level with you.

There was no smoothness to his words, but his insistence, indicative of a powerful desire was enough to make you lean into him for a peck.

But he lied.

It wasn't a peck- it may have started as one, but once he wrapped his arm around you and fixed his hand against your head, it turned into three, then five, then a full-on, messy kiss that left you clinging to his sandy shirt for stability.

"Mmn-h," You pushed on his chest, evading another kiss by twisting your face, "Shohei--"

He was so good. You were featherlight, buzzing with cool electricity at his touch, but this wasn't the place.

"Y'know," Kuroo called after he was done watching from afar, "My car is unlocked if you two lovebirds want somewhere private."

Shohei only moved because a bit of sand from your face caught his lips.

You took the opportunity to try to look Kuroo in the eye in an effort to prove innocence. It was nigh impossible, because the way he grinned at you was like convicting you of a crime you didn't do.

"That won't be needed," You explained with a short tone, trying to sober yourself up with a big breath.

Despite Shohei taking him literally, eyes searching back towards the lot for Kuroo's car, and your desire to abandon all reservations about it, you couldn't.

You gathered your nerves and made some space between you. It would have to wait for a better time.

♕VIP♕

@yuchacco @integers

[delicateperspective]

I think people who assume Harry is completely free tend to overlook a lot—especially things he shows during his concerts and in some interviews. Starting with the queercoding, but also those really vulnerable moments. You can literally see it in his face what it means to him when he waves a rainbow flag. And when he says things like “that doesn’t happen to people like me”—it’s heavy.

And I don't blame them because Harry's public image has been pushed very hard, especially with dwd and that stunt with the director. But If you really pay attention to the details, it’s pretty clear that Harry isn’t fully free. He’s just doing what he can, playing the game with everything he’s learned along the way.

I’m sure he’s negotiated as much freedom as possible over time, and what we see is a gradual result of that. I really hope in this next chapter, with all the leverage he’s gained, he’s been able to secure even more freedom.

I honestly just wish the best for both H and L.

yes exactly. you put it so well — that’s the thing about public perception. in order to see H & L the way that some people do, you have to be willing to accept a version of events that genuinely doesn’t make sense unless you ignore… well, everything.

to believe that version, you have to believe that:

harry was a womanizer from the very beginning. that he dated half the girls at bootcamp and then moved on to older, high-profile women who just happened to boost his image (taylor, kendall, olivia). that he’s a commitment-phobe who’s never had a long-term relationship. that he leans into queercoding and wears obviously queer clothing just to sell albums — even when he doesn’t know he’ll be photographed. that he writes intimate songs about home, about loving the same person through every season of life — despite having no personal experience with any of that. and that he deliberately distanced himself from the other boys in the band — especially louis — because he thought he was better than them.

louis, meanwhile, apparently changed his entire personality between 2011 and 2013 for no reason. that he got angry at a magazine for implying he supports LGBTQ+ rights. that he got a triangle on his achilles heel because he just… liked the shape. that he wears t-shirts and brands with overt queer symbolism (Tchaikovsky, All Out, Only the Brave, Maison Margiela) without realizing or caring what they mean — even though he loves fashion. that he used to call himself “camp” and “flamboyant” all the time, but only as a joke. and that he had a long-term girlfriend during the band, which is clearly why no fans ever had a shot — not because he was gay.

and that’s just the surface level stuff.

the more you pay attention, the worse it gets.

you have to eat a lot of narrative gymnastics to believe that version. honestly? in some cases, you have to make more illogical leaps than even the most unhinged larries do. you have to completely discredit every contestant who’s ever spoken out about x factor. every person who’s criticized modest management. every lyric change — like: “women just don’t feel right”, “i’m hoping someday i could be open”, “i can’t compete with my boyfriend”, "hopelessly devoted to Lou", etc. — has to be chalked up to coincidence or queerbaiting or… misheard. and you have to believe that none of it means anything — even when it obviously does.

i’ll always go back to the metaphor harry gave us in the As It Was music video — the red pill and the blue pill. just like in The Matrix: the red pill means you wake up and see the truth. the blue pill means you stay in a comfortable illusion.

so many people would rather take the blue pill. and honestly? i don’t blame them. it’s easier. it’s lighter. it doesn’t force you to confront how corrupt the industry is. how normal homophobia still is. how much trauma they endured. to accept that kind of truth — especially about people you love — takes a toll.

because once you see it, you can’t unsee it. you’ll always question the narrative. you’ll always feel that unease when something doesn’t add up. you’ll always see through the bullshit.

and yeah — sometimes I wish i could close my eyes too. especially in this world, in this moment, where everything is already so heavy. but i can’t.

so we keep paying attention. we keep listening between the lines. we keep hoping the next chapter brings them more peace, more truth, and more freedom.

because they’ve earned it. and they deserve it.

[accio-victuuri]

goodnight song is what we thought it would be and more 🌙

even before this was fully released, we already had expectations and clowning related to it. and a line from this song was the first real clue we had that the rumored album was actually true. so cpn aside, this track will always be special. there is an official explanation to this song and everyone is free to keep it that way because it’s a perfectly good message that goes well with the entire album. however, as with all other kinds of art, it is up for interpretation. and who’s to say there aren’t alternative meanings. it’s not like he can publicly say that oh, this is about the loml. anyway, while i was reading through some reactions to it i found one that perfectly describes it:

There is not a word about love, but every sentence is filled with love. Every word in the lyrics is a clear love story that people who know can understand at a glance.

and that’s the beauty of this song. it doesn’t have love in big bold letters but to those of us who have paid attention for years, we can see it.

so what did we see? …..

let’s look at the lyrics. 📝

Using a bowl of noodles, a bowl of soup

To flush away this piece of sorrow that warms the heart

Thinking again of her, or of him

Just think of it as an after-meal refreshment

i was already freaking out with the first line! sure, you can say he is talking about a comfort food that makes him less lonely but then the next part goes that he is thinking of someone. who could it be? who was the someone who nagged him to eat noodles? not only that, the same person who always asked him to eat well? YIBO.

i think this is common knowledge by know. the infamous wonton noodles. even his solos cannot deny what they saw in the cql bts. even in lrlg, this is a usual scenario.

🟢 "I'll cook noodles for you"

🟢 “Get off the car and eat noodles”

🟢 "Mom said, when you come back, let me cook noodles for you."

🟢 "I'll cook noodles for you. Where can you eat your first meal if you're not at home?"

yibo making sure that xz is eating well and vice versa. as a cpf, this is one of those clues that made me side-eye their relationship. it’s not even the fact that wyb made sure he eats cause any friend can do that — but the lengths he would go to make sure xz did. it was different.

and now xz gave his answer of how he saw that. in this first line alone. it warmed his heart. it was and is an act of love in it’s most basic form 🥹🥹🥹🥹

i also feel like this is a case of if you know, you know. if that first line didn’t hit you in the head then no amount of explanation will.

Don't be too pessimistic; need to try to become habituated sooner or later

The one left behind has no choice but to bear it

A 'good night' left for my past

this to me is him having to get used to the distance from a lover because of his work. but they have no choice but to bear it and try to live through it by the good night from the last time they met/spoke.

How many people, must take how many corners

Before being able to find their other half

Don't retreat, seeing your single-mindedness

Is able to disperse my anxieties

xz acknowledges how hard it is to find your soulmate. your twin flame. and most likely, harder to keep it. but as explained here, that person’s single mindedness or maybe you can say that person’s devotion towards him is enough to soothe his anxieties.

when you hear single mindedness or maybe single minded focus, doesn’t that remind you of yibo? and i love how cpfs went back on how persistent yibo was when it comes to xz (evidenced by mostly cql bts). some saw it as being a gremlin or him being a naive boy with a crush but clearly xz was comforted by it. most likely even now. as yibo said, what he decided when he was 21, he will continue on till 81. that level of commitment to xz is what he needs to drive away the anxieties.

Using a short phrase, a bowl of food

To take away the entire night's loneliness

Time to stop speaking, the sun's about to rise

Thank you for the warmth you gifted me

Thank you for the 'good night' you gifted me

there we go with the sunrise again 🌄 and love and affection equated with warmth.

this is a really sweet way to describe love. it’s not about someone being with you at night but one who can take away the loneliness with just a good night. no kiss. no hugs. nothing barely physical mentioned. but something as simple as a good night. that at the end of a long exhausting day, or whatever happens, he has that someone who will wish him a good night.

i’m gonna cry 😭😭😭😭😭

and oh someone pointed out that the lyrics, you can see Y & B. YIBO. what a coincidence!

-END.

P.S: feel free to interpret this song however you want. this post is not a space to argue about what other meaning it could have. if you want the official meaning, his team already released that. there is no point in debating or trying to convince me of whatever. this post is on the cpf side so if that’s not you, why are you even reading this post lol.

[tealvenetianmask]

Why Stolas's Story Is a Neurodivergent Story

And what that means for what's ahead.

Like a lot of fans, I see Stolas as autistic. This isn't a diagnosis post. But yes, something something special interests, dinosaur arms, persistent difficulty fitting in with his own social class, anxiety about social situations, frequent difficulty reading people and/or noticing others' emotions (especially when caught up in his own thoughts), masking, etc. etc. etc.

I want to talk about how Stolas's character arc tells a really well written (and potentially very uplifting) story about what it's like to be neurodivergent.

So what would be in my ideal neurodivergent story? Well I'd rather stay away from true utopia and have it reflect what it feels like to be neurodivergent in society today. So the character would struggle, not because their traits are bad, but because society isn't built for them. As the story progresses, the character might find happiness in unexpected ways and begin to look beyond society's rigid expectations for what a "good life" looks like. And then, hopefully, after some twists and turns, this character reaches a kind of self-acceptance where they are more themselves than ever, proud of who they are, and maybe even able to help change their society for the better.

Stolas's character arc IS this story.

Act 1: It's hard trying to fit into a neurotypical world.

Stolas is taught to mask his true emotions and follow strict social expectations as a child. He isn't living in just ANY neurotypical culture. The Goetia are old and set in their ways, and have rigid expectations for what one does and does not do. He's playing the social game on "hard mode" from the beginning.

I think one thing that helps make Stolas high masking is the way in which his special interests are socially acceptable within his social sphere. Stars and plants? Books? Well he's a nerd, and no one wants to be his friend, but of course a guy with his particular destiny-assigned-in-childhood would like things like that.

Stolas develops a few different types of masks. One is the "I'm fine" mask where he pretends not to be emotionally affected by what's going on around him.

The other is this sort of "powerful" mask. A character who is in control of everything and plays into his society's ideas of how a Goetia should interact with the rest of the world. It usually means acting demeaning toward Blitz in order to preserve the facade of what a powerful prince of Hell is supposed to be. And he's conscious of putting on an act when he uses it.

But anyway, the masks cover up a person who is deeply unhappy in his prescribed role and doing his best to act correctly for others . . . his father's expectations and then his daughter's wellbeing, instead of for himself. I like that HB has him STILL not fit in among the Goetia despite his best efforts. It's an experience that a lot of neurodivergent people know too well.

By the way, I LOVE how Mastermind brings us Stolas doing something truly subversive with this "powerful" mask, playing into his society's expectations in order to, in a small way, undermine their power. BUT that's me getting ahead of myself.

Act 2: The neurodivergent character learns that there are other ways to be.

I think that Stolas has been dipping his talons into this part of his story for two seasons now but has been hesitant to envision himself as anything but a prince of hell. We're going to see him fully engulfed in working through these questions in Season 3 because of his banishment.

Blitz is of course the major catalyst for Stolas questioning his commitment to conformity and acting outright rebellious at times.

I think it's neat that Blitz is so clearly neurodivergent himself. We tend to find each other . . . if you're reading this and are neurodivergent, take a look at your closest friends. And these two share a kind of chemistry and appreciation for one another that most of Hell seems not to see in them.

BUT until he's banished, Stolas doesn't really reach for a situation where he doesn't need to act out his prescribed role. Even when he pursues a relationship with Blitz in earnest, he does so with the expectation that he'll somehow balance this relationship with satisfying the expectations of his upper-class peers.

Act 3: Radical Self-Acceptance?? Hopefully!

Now we can only speculate.

I think that despite realizing that he wants something else, Stolas still fundamentally believes that something is wrong with him. He doesn't understand yet that his enthusiasm for his interests and his emotiveness, for instance, are part of what makes him wonderful. He doesn't see yet that being different might even help him change a society that is deeply flawed.

I can't wait to see Stolas truly have fun in Imp City, and do things there that he's truly proud of.

Whatever happens with his literal powers, he might figure out that he's most powerful when he doesn't act like a "powerful prince" but instead acts like himself and proudly questions his society.

And there's a lot of "The Circus" in this post because @akirathedramaqueen and I had a major brainstorm while we were rewatching that episode. More new ideas about old material to come soon hopefully!

This post is a follow-up on this literal fever ramble from yesterday about Blitz as a neurodivergent character. And yes, I think neurodivergent stories map onto queer stories quite nicely.

[nquesoxlies]

https://www.tumblr.com/nquesoxlies/780567152604463104/let-people-be-upset-about-their-favorite?source=share

tbh there's also something a loooot of ppl need to learn calling "setting realistic expectations." i personally wouldn't want eddie back without an on-screen conversation between him and CHRIS about what CHRIS wants, otherwise his entire plot in texas would feel kinda moot with a throwaway "yeah chris is fine with coming back to LA :)" since this plot was big enough for eddie to drop everything to go finally make things right with his son. i didn't expect for him to show up for the two-parter. meanwhile, everyone i saw who was momentarily disappointed bc no tommy was like "ah well, we know we're almost definitely getting him next episode bc of leaks" and went on to enjoy the episode as a whole

its genuinely fine to go "aw no eddie? :(" its Not fine to review bomb an episode and repeatedly bitch about the director not putting ur favorite man in the episode when it makes 0 sense for him to come back so quickly and without showing us that he IS still working on being a better dad to chris. hell, go write fanfic about it where eddie IS back instead of review bombing!!! that's probably a way more fun use of time than review bombing!!!

honestly, these fans make me dislike eddie more and more ngl which isn't even the actor or the writers faults at all. if he leaves the show then it's not going to impact me that much unless his ending is fully unsatisfying, and that'll be more of a "cmon, writers, you knew this was where this was going, do better." i have never watched the show only for eddie like these people have. came into the show expecting to love madney + henren and ended up very emotionally invested in bathena while enjoying buck and eddie as well. i'm on the same page as a lot of ppl who have been here longer than i have been: we love the entire show rather than just eddie. honestly, i think half of these people don't even like buck. i already know most of them don't give a shit about the rest of the show from insulting ravi over him distracting buck with tommy to turning josh into the "number 1 b*ddie cheerleader" to ignoring henren unless they can use them as a "gotcha!!! you don't actually care about queer rep!!!" like.

@ BoBs: do YOU? because every time there's queer rep that threatens ur fanon ship, u actively get homophobic about it down to, what, 600? of you PROUDLY admitting you would commit a hate crime to make your stupid ship canon--including both real men and fictional characters like josh and tommy in your "i'd hate crime for them teehee!" bullshit.

idk queso its just wild to me how often i also see the "eddie diaz pretty pretty princess who wants to paint his nails!!!" like. painting ur nails isnt gendered, the fuck? BoBs see anyone gender non-conforming and goes "wow, inherent sign of queerness, i am very smart :)" while feeding directly into toxic masculinity with the idea that if you don't adhere strictly to what's deemed masculine, then clearly you're queer. even if you say you're straight and know you're attracted to women and only women, you're gay because you (checks notes) have emotions and cry over your friends and did ballroom dancing when you were younger.

anyway if im being petty then i kinda hope that eddie leaves to focus fully on chris and making a life for the two of them in el paso and ravi takes his place on the team so that we get indian rep permanently on the show for a bit! i think he could bring some new life into the team (regardless of whether the show goes on for one season or more) and it'd be nice to see buck in a mentor position to him. plus i'd love to see his dynamic with the rest of the team <3 i am still available to play his love interest who is there for a single episode before being relegated to one-off mentions <3 /hj

Yes to alllllll of this, Annie!!!

What's ironic to me, based on something you mentioned, is the nail painting. They want sooooo hard for RG to actually be gay yet an actor who does paint his nails (for self-harm reasons) they call a slur and tell him to die.

Like???? Wtf are we doing???

(I know your ask is about the characters but that shit will always rub me the wrong way about Ryan stans)

[lavatory-sealed-hanako-kun]

Words on Chapter 120

“You became what you hated most.”

Point Nr. 1: When Teru attacked Kou with spirit lightning to save Nene, Kou was already a ghost.

I am going to throw out a seemingly controversial take here immediately: Teru did NOT KILL Kou and additionally, there are NO PARALLELS between him and Hanako/Amane within the current events and arguably most of the entire manga. Especially not in relation to his hate of Hanako for having killed his twin brother.

This is going to be a very detailed and long one, so have fun.

In chapter 118, Sousuke and Kou are dragged into the exact same door, next to which Aoi later finds Nene's hair clip laying around. We know from the current chapter that this door leads to the basement of the Red House and the opening of the well. We also already know what purpose this well had, since it was established in chapters 68 and 80, that this is the well leading into the pit to which the Kannagi were sacrificed as offerings to a god.

It's a pit of sacrificial corpses, which due to the events of chapter 118 where Sousuke and Kou were dragged into that door and down to that basement, as well as this current one where Kou's possessed spirit tries dragging Nene into it, is clearly a spot still piled up with sacrificial bodies, nowadays the victims of the Red House. And those two boys were both thrown in already.

So now back to the scene where Teru attacks Kou!

Teru specifically uses his spirit lightning to slash at Kou’s hand gripping onto Nene. His sword blade never comes anywhere near Kou's body and we know for a fact that, while spirit lightning can hurt humans who are to some degree supernatural-

It has never been shown to go so far as to chop off limbs or leave very long lasting damages. (Which again, Kou’s hand being chopped off wasn't from Teru's blade either, it never came anywhere near Kou or Nene.)

After the attack, Kou's entirely blood and gore-free wound is shown and he suddenly starts crumbling into mist, exactly like most of the supernaturals did throughout the manga, showing us that this is exactly what a supernatural looks like when they’re exorcised!

Point Nr. 2: Teru knew Kou was already dead.

Alright, buckle in.

When we see Amane kill Tsukasa in flashbacks, it is bloody. He's got him pinned to the floor, using a knife to stab him in the torso, clearly spaced out in some way but committing a very real murder on a very real, living person beneath him.

Without even fully getting into just how completely different Teru's and Kou's dynamics are with each other, in comparison to the situation Amane/Hanako and Tsukasa have going on, you can't just claim that two characters are “parallels” to one another simply because they both happen to have siblings? Tsukasa and Amane were twins, Teru and Kou are not, they’re not even each other's only siblings, they have Tiara there too. Amane was never the one to sacrifice his childhood and future for Tsukasa's wellbeing, he killed him. Teru didn’t take his brother's life, the Red House did.

Tsukasa and Amane always had a very strange dynamic, glued by the hip and overly dependent on one another, Tsukasa even sacrifices animals and later himself to the wishing entity to grant Amane a chance at life without constant pain and illness. For several reasons Amane wants less and less to do with his brother as time goes on, they're still close, but Amane’s keeping his secrets from Tsukasa, and he in turn even accuses Amane of wanting him gone again. Amane immediately refutes that, yet still through a series of still somewhat unclear events, Amane later ends up brutally killing his own brother with what looks to be a kitchen knife (so very likely at home) on the floor, very dazed, but clearly intending to hurt Tsukasa.

Now back to a member of the “I professionally catch strays from the fandom” trio.

I’m going to remind everyone of the fact that this isn't the first time Teru has attacked Kou with his spirit lightning within the last few chapters. A couple chapters prior, when Sousuke invites Kou to search the school for his missing upperclassmen, they encounter the Red House. Aka Tsukasa's possessed soul most likely, since it only seems to take on the appearance of victims it already devoured and we know from the Yugi family photo in chapter 119 that Tsukasa must have died either before or after he went into the red house as a 4 year old, since he doesn't show up in the photo even when he would've still been very young. (This is a bit of a timeline discrepancy, considering the clock keepers went back to 1968 and not 1959 when Tsukasa first goes into the Red House, but I won't get into that right now.)

After this encounter, Kou gets possessed from chasing the entity around and right as he's about to seriously hurt Sousuke, Teru interrupts them by blasting Kou with spirit lighting, a thing he acts VERY CALM about (keep that in mind!). His stance is measured, he's clearly using a lot of force here too despite not using his preferred weapon, it even leaves Kou knocked out and a bit charred on the ground, but clearly not severely hurt in any way.

When even Akane points out how this was a bit overboard, Teru basically assures him that this wouldn't actually hurt Kou, he consistently has a ton of confidence in his brother's toughness.

This also shows he has experience with also using spirit lightning on possessed people and that it proves severely damaging or even fatal on supernaturals, but seemingly never on living humans.

And yet, attention back to the moment it all goes down: Teru is clearly screaming Kou's name in distress, moving to slice the space BETWEEN him and Nene, intending likely to merely free Nene from Kou's grip. If his intention was to just exorcise the entity possessing Kou’s body like he did earlier (in a very calm manner), why didn’t he just blast Kou with spirit lightning again? Why was he screaming his name with a face of agony before even making his attack?

It's because he already knew by this point, that wasn't Kou's living body, that was his ghost. Kou was already dead. He was too late to save him and now all he can do is stop him from dragging another victim down into the well.

Point Nr. 3: But how did he notice?

We can guess Teru has almost completely different senses from anyone else in the cast. He feels and notices things even Kou, Nene and Akane, all of whom can see supernaturals, don't notice. He mentioned seeing literal cracks between the near and far shores in chapter 73, he saw Hanako looking like that on the rooftop, he was the only one to immediately react to Nr. 6’s ambush attack and he is the ONLY ONE in the red house to feel a cold dread and fear of something powerful overcome him, a sensation neither Kou, Akane or Nene felt at all in the house. And again they can all see supernaturals, but they're not attuned to them like he is.

He could see down that well in complete darkness, immediately knowing that what he was looking at were the corpses of Kou, Sousuke and countless other victims. Akane needed a flashlight to get even a glimpse of what had made Teru collapse at the sight, he couldn't see it immediately, no one's eyes are as sharp as Teru's.

He knows supernaturals, he knows the clear difference between a ghost and living human, even when others can't see those. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on his little brother standing on the edge of that well, that he was already dead, a spirit walking without a living body.

He never “killed” Kou, there is no parallel between him and Hanako. He exorcised the shackled spirit of his beloved brother, possessed and puppeteered around by the red house to lure in more victims, because it knew they'd let their guards down around the sunshine boy Kou. He was one of Nene's best friends after all. 

Kou didn't want this, he would have never wanted to hurt Nene or lure anyone else to the same fate he and Sousuke endured here. In his very last moments, there was no anger, no blame towards Teru for attacking him to stop him from dragging Nene down. And none of the morbid fascination and happiness Tsukasa felt at being killed by his own brother.

All he felt was glad that Nene was safe now, hoping he'd get to see her again when the world turned back to how it once was. 

Endword!

So there you have it. Usually I don't make these kinds of commentaries for things I read, because quite frankly I don't care and I’m too busy to make these, thank you for sticking with me through this because huuhhh it took hours to make dear god. Props to everyone who makes these more often, solid troopers fr. I’ll make an exception for TBHK this time (and maybe if I’m asked to again)- solely because I see so many takes that I find are just very strange or completely wrong and that last chapter had me actually super interested in this series again.

I will take this is due in part to the very young average age of readers for this series and the fact it is often (as much as I enjoy reading this hot garbage, find its worldbuilding super fun and love the characters in it), just genuinely not a very well written series. It has an immense amount of plot holes, inconsistent character writing, situations for the sake of it with no proper set up and lets down on a lot of mysteries it builds up because it never resolves them, even several arcs later.

Anyways, if you disagree with my points and/or want to add something to this, feel free to comment, reblog or send in an ask about it. I think discussing stories does the best job at letting people realise things they never noticed before, so I highly encourage doing that lol. Also you made it to the end of this, you get a cookie. If I could bake cookies..

[alexthebordercollie]

I know this definitely wasn’t the point of your post but this line “I think he gets shipped with Stanley by people who want to see Stanley get that kind of overbearing love that Fidds showed to Ford. I do understand wanting to give him that kind of partner but Ford deserves love too,” in your Fiddleauthor comic post made me think… what about aro/ace Stan. It seems like a lot of Fiddlestan shippers only ship it because they want Stan to have that overwhelming love or whatever, but do these people ever consider that maybe the only overwhelming love Stan wants/needs is familial? The most important relationships in his life are all family, and considering his repeated mentions of failing at romance/the implication he engaged in sex work, I can totally see him just straight up having no interest in romance or sex at all. In my opinion, the most realistic scenario (and probably the best for everyone involved) is Stan being aro/ace and happy for his brother and his brother’s partner, being supported and loved non-romantically and being perfectly content with that. It certainly makes a lot more sense then breaking up Fiddauthor which has so much canon basis and taking away Ford’s support system.

Ok so I've got a lot of thoughts here, but it's a great point to bring up. I'll start by offering up some art of Stan and the beans then dig into my thoughts.

Nikola is speech delayed while Newton is an early yapper.

So I think the point about Stanley being happiest with familial love is a fantastic one. He's clearly someone who values family a lot and they seem to be his most consistent source of happiness. I think lot of people undervalue platonic love next to romantic love and I think that's a waste.

That said I don't see Stan being aro/ace, like it's a fun headcannon and I can understand the logic behind it. It's just I think something else is going on. I think Stan's issue is that he's terrified of emotional intimacy. Something backed up in the show by repeated examples of him avoiding being vulnerable in front of people. I think what happens with Stan is he tends to self-sabotage his relationships anytime they get too close out of fear. The sort of thing that likely stems from the trauma of being abused and rejected by his own family. He doesn't want to get close enough to someone new for them to hurt him. Avoidant attachment style

Family is different though. I think he has an easier time being close to family because there's this built-in connection and he isn't pressured to be vulnerable in the same way a romantic partner might pressure him. Instead, he has more of the space to open up at his own pace.

Speaking of, by that same metric. I actually think if he and Fidds ever happened, he'd probably sabotage the relationship pretty fast. Fiddleford loves rather aggressively and with an open hand and I actually think Stan would find it overwhelming. I feel like he would panic having someone shower him with gifts and bail.

Personally, I might ship Stan with someone else in this AU later on down the line though I'm still not sure yet if I want to fully commit to the idea. For now either way I see him spending at least the first few years of his nephew's lives completely single so he can focus solely on being a good uncle. He loves these boys like his own and he's just as involved in their upbringing as Ford and Fidds.

If I do ship Stan with someone at some point it's not because he needs a romantic partner. It's just because I found a ship I think could be fun to explore. Stanley doesn't need a girlfriend or boyfriend. He is perfectly content being the bachelor uncle and helping raise his brother's kids.

[theroguequeen]

what I really liked about the fight between rhaenyra and daemon was how there were glimpses of their younger versions while showing that both have changed and that rhaenyra becomes more confident in herself.

Younger rhaenyra was trying to hold daemon close while deep down knowing that at that time he was not able to give her a stable relationship and older rhaenyra knows that she is still able to breathe and to function even when he is not there because she had to do it for years. Don't get me wrong, daemon loved rhaenyra back then, he always did but he struggled with his desires and wishes and everytime he would really have to commit to her he left, not because it was what he wanted to do but because not leaving would mean he would have to open up and I think most of the time it was easier for him to tell himself that the circumstances were just not right and that he maybe was scared of having something real to lose this time.

That man tried to escape, tried to drown the what if but still was haunted by it every day while rhaenyra feeled like he abdomend her all over again and tried to build something on her own, becoming a mother and stood up everytime she was pushed down. And with the time passing I think she was able to find some clarity for herself, becoming more confident in what she really wanted. After harwin death and the funeral she was very clear in her words to daemon and it was similar in the fight they had, she was straight forward and she was not afraid to speak up and show her anger and disappointment.

And even younger rhaenyra was not afraid to hold daemon accountable like she did when she came for the dragon egg or at the wedding night when she straight up was challenging daemon. Most people around daemon would never speak to him that way or dare to openly disagree with him but rhaenyra always knew how to approach him. Younger rhaenyra was already really direct and confronting and some of that was shining through when she said "you're pathetic" while still struggling with the memories of all the times daemon just left, abandoned her. Daemon on the other hand did leave after the fight but it's still different, not like when he was suddenly gone after the funeral or the times when left her in the brothel or at the wedding because this time he stayed long enough to really show what was going on in his mind and rhaenyra really hit his weak spot with questioning his loyalty and making clear that she is not trusting him fully even so I think that deep down she knows that he would never try to take her crown. She knows him like no one else does and she was clearly struggling with her memories of him leaving, of him not letting close enough to get behind the wall that he builds around him. This was not him leaving her and just going as far away as he can. He was leaving full of anger and grief and being hurt by her words but he straight up goes and gets his armor and doing everything he can to strengthen her claim. He is hurt and not able to verbally express all that his boiling inside him but he goes into action, fighting for his wife and family and in a way trying to show her with his actions what he right now can't show with his words: that he is worthy of her trust and that he would burn down the world for her. He is not abandoning her he is still there even if he is not right at her side and I would bet her words and her face are haunting him every minute of the day. Their fights were never about the love they have for each other. It was never a real question. It was always there.

This was a fight between two people who are deeply struggling to deal with the grief and the feeling of betrayal and daemon pushed this even more with the whole blood and cheese Desaster because he was so driven by the idea that if he does something quickly that maybe things would change and that he could do something to take some of rhaenyras pain. This fight was not a break up or cut to their bond. They were communicating and daemons does not do that often and you could still feel the love between them. Yes daemon was aggressive but still there was something soft in it when he touched her face and in the way the looked at each other. Daemon was desperately need to feel rhaenyra because he felt like she was slipping through his fingers and it seemed like he was fighting so hard with himself no to just kiss her or scream "Yes I know I fucked up but why don't you see how much i love you?"

Matt and emmas acting was absolutely phenomenal. And this is still daemon and rhaenyra and they were both in a way so vounerable and open and I would be more alarmed if they didn't had that fight because this showed they are still so connected with each other.

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Part 2 / Part 3 / Ghoul Headcanons

Joshua Graham (Fallout: New Vegas, Honest Hearts DLC) NSFW Headcanons

Massive voyeur. He's attracted to you the moment he meets you, but his religious beliefs/the probable age gap/the circumstances/his own fucked up self-image keep him from saying anything. It doesn't keep him from watching you closely, though, from studying your habits and your daily schedule. Especially interested in what times you usually leave camp. He already disappears sometimes without anyone really knowing where he's gone; despite his positive working relationship with the Dead Horses, Joshua's energy is off-putting overall, and he's intimidating. It makes people nervous if they have to interact with him one-on-one for too long. Due to this, he has the freedom of sort of coming and going as he pleases, since no one wants to be the person to question him, though more often than not he can be found working away at weapons in the Angel Cave. That said, he is prone to sneaking away for an hour or so in the evenings (to stretch his legs and occasionally sneak a cigarette), slipping out unnoticed amid the hustle of the busy camp; his schedule for this changes once you come around, but, he'd swear it has nothing to do with you if confronted. He just so happens to want to take a little stroll right around the time you go to find somewhere private to bathe. The commitment to promptness only increases when he realizes that you sometimes use this little bit of "alone time" to masturbate.

He won't even touch himself 95% of the time; seems the type to get off on denying himself. Trust me, he desperately wants to, though. On a day where he gets especially worked up watching you, he might stroke himself over his clothing, or even cum untouched, but he won't take the risk of exposing himself fully. This usually happens on days where he gets to watch you touch yourself, caught up in studying every detail of how to bring you pleasure while openly lusting over your body. However, most of the time he'll simply sit in silence, hidden away out of your line of vision as he takes in every ounce of your beauty.

If he notices you starting to get close with someone, it'll be enough to prompt him to reveal his own feelings. The man is deeply jealous in an ugly way, and the idea that someone else would have you just because he failed to ever say anything is repellent to him. Doubly so if that person is Daniel. Once he's confessed his interest, he'll be quite possessive, even if you're still weighing your feelings for him against your feelings for someone else. Knowing this will drive him crazy, and he'll be quickly desperate to "mark his territory" in some way.

In terms of your intimate life, he doesn't have much energy for sex despite his sex drive and attraction to you being quite high. As long as his wounds go unhealed, he's in a lot of pain, and pain is exhausting. He may want to bend you over every flat surface in Zion pretty much every second of the day, but he simply does not have the energy.

He's sinned a lot in the past, so he's not exactly sexually inexperienced (his faith has clearly always been important to him, but I think the level of fervor we see in him in current day is a result of him seeking some feeling of salvation from all the things he's done/a doubling down after his incident), but it has been a long time since he's done anything with anyone. When you two grow close and eventually start dating, he'll fully intend to wait until you get married to have sex. It won't work out that way. At the very most, you two may be able to resist penetrative sex until after you fully commit, but you won't be able to keep your hands off of one another overall. He chastises himself (and, when he's in a darker mood, you) for failing to resist temptation, but ultimately he thinks that God likely has more of an issue with other things he's done than not waiting until marriage to let you blow him or whatever.

Absolutely knows what "soaking" is. Shocked and quite taken aback if you also know what "soaking" is.

That Legion history of his starts to poke through once you start spending a lot of alone time with him, once he feels comfortable showing his true face. He isn't abusive, but he is still quite controlling in some aspects. It's not that he denies you of options, but he does have a tendency to make it difficult for you to make choices he doesn't agree with. More often than not, he exercises control when he worries for your wellbeing, but there are times when he exercises control over you simply because he wants to see you bend to his will. Sex is one of the aspects of your relationship he often uses to this end. He'll make you cum until you can't see, but make no mistake; he's making you cum because he wants to, because it feeds his ego to see how you react when he breaks you down completely and commands your body. He also knows that it'll be easier to keep you around if he tries his best to make you happy, to ensure your needs are fulfilled, including the intimate ones. Yes, he will take very good care of you in bed, but know that ultimately it's sort of a form of control. I mean...you're still allowed to enjoy it. But keep that in mind.

Does it even need to be said that the Mormon former Legionary has a massive breeding kink? I don't think he believes he deserves to have children, but that doesn't stop him from fantasizing about seeing you so swollen with his child that you can't effectively get away from him. Definitely buys into the idea that adults are supposed to procreate as much as they can stand; in his ideal world, he'd have you pregnant every two or so years for a good portion of your life. He'll worship every inch of your body before he fucks you, fantasizing silently about how a pregnancy would change it.

[starberry-cupcake]

GUESS WHO'S BACK IN THE HOUSE???

I don't know how frequent these will be but I'm gonna try to pick this back up now that, at the very least, I am done with having to read stuff for mandatory academic reasons.

But before I go back and start over with chapter 33, I'm going to do a little recap of where I think everyone was when I left them, as far as my own notes and my memory allow. I'm probably going to make less sense than before now that I had a 5 month hiatus and I'll probably guess even less of what's going on, but such is life.

This character recap should be read with this song in your head because that's the energy I picture.

she's going through it

doesn't remember shit

thinks ortus was her cavalier

is constantly targeted by alleged gideon aka ortus the first

who actually also told her how to defend herself from him (them? he said "us") (use blood, not bones, of course)

is seen as "lyctor lite" because her cavalier slurping thing "didn't work"

(we think this might be good because of gideon reasons)

improved her necro abilities to "make up" for it

can't really hold the sword

everyone expects her to die

I think she's stronger than they think and that's their mistake

sent letters to herself that she hasn't yet fully read

like I made these recaps that now I'm re-reading, life parallels

gave yandere twin her arm back with necro sex or something

is dealing with an inner chad who is as difficult in death as in life

misses her sister who she thinks is still alive

I also think she's alive

got a new arm through necro sex or something

is kinky as well as yandere

thinks too highly of augustine

wants to be a good lyctor

has issues with her self-perception because she was always the ignored twin, even if she had the necro abilities

sleeps in a room with a lot of nudes

wanted to kiss harrow but was rejected (the second time, the first time was some harrow conspiracy theory thing)

I hate this guy

is very bad at his job

or very good, if his job is to be awful

supposedly he's gonna be killed, but so far no results on that front

had a thing with ice cube barbie aka AL aka annabel lee, allegedly

undetermined what kind of "thing" that was

gets into orgies with his lyctors, apparently

is always reading stuff

has created a system to destroy planets and their energy

this has brought them issues

who would have thought

there are now energy things that are wanting to destroy them

they killed some but have, I believe, 3 still trailing them

claims that what they did was a good thing

doesn't take responsibility for things that are clearly his fault

isn't disturbed by harrow's origin story of baby blending in a necro magic bullet to make her

probably because he has committed genocide himself

is also being hated on by a bunch of rebels whose leader disappeared about 20 years prior

my running theory is that gideon's mom might be related to that

aka Senior Chad

don't like this guy

he's training yandere twin, if we can call it that

dislikes mercygirl a lot but isn't above getting dirty with her and the emperor

you can't convince me there weren't other ways they could have distracted him, but he went for that, so

wanted to help kill alleged gideon aka ortus the first

thinks too highly of himself

explains things in a convoluted way

is treated very poorly

can help people with wounds

thinks harrowcita is very smol and always claims her to be younger than the last time

was involved in the plan of getting emperor reverend doctor john Distracted with Capital D to get alleged gideon aka ortus the first killed

idk how much she knew of the plan before getting into it tbh there wasn't a lot of discussion prior

insists she's not moving not!dulcinea

argues with people all the time

his name is up for debate at this point but I'm sure it's actually gideon

may or may not be involved in things beyond the planet situation

seems to be sort of possessed or something because, in a moment of maybe lucidity or not wanted to protect harrowcita from "us"

maybe he's not the kind one, maybe it's his cavalier, but idk

is probably who the note in book 1 was referring to

wants to kill harrow to protect the emperor, apparently

was about to be killed by not!dulcinea (who doesn't get a section but is STILL wreaking havoc because nobody listens to me)

harrowcita saved his life like in toy story 3 with the incinerator

was seen doing Stuff with not!dulcinea prior to this

emperor john alluded that he may be aroace though

we stan him for that

doesn't get along with the rest

also we stan him for that

has been trying to kill harrowcita the whole time

we don't stan him for that

aka AL aka annabel lee, I think

it wasn't stated but that's what I'm going for

is the body that was in the locked tomb that harrowcita saw

but now is haunting harrow and going around with her but only she can see and hear her

her eyes though are like gideon's maybe

harrow claims to love her

she's also present in the gideon-less past we keep seeing as well

we don't know much about her but if the emperor imprisoned her, we're on her side

canaan house but with a lot of events differently set

starting with gideon not existing and ortus being harrow's cav

ortus is also in a polycule with the fifth

dulcinea is the real one in this one and protozoa is alive

regina george twin was pushed to her "death???" by mayonneise uncle, before he also threw himself

palmolive and camilla are dead in this one

the second house has 1 alive and 1 dead

abigail seems to know a lot of stuff

maybe hadn't she died immediately, book 1 would have been shorter

everyone keeps saying "is this how it happened?"

IT'S NOT

harrow reads a note only she can see that keeps getting longer about someone ranting to some guy and there's a potential triangle situation going on and also eggs

I'm thinking it might be a fertility thing but idk

there's a waker/sleeper that behaves like a slasher villain

it's hidden in a coffin nobody can open and kills with a rifle

it also has a gideon-like sword?

not sure how this connects with what's going on in the emperor's bolthole because not!dulcinea doesn't exist in this one, apparently

even though camilla is very much alive and slaying and palmolive is currently a skull in a bag, I'll leave that for the next recap once I've caught up with the entire chapter