#but like... is it technically a valid tactic

[propheticbride]

Doing It All For Love

𐙚 Reeling after her meeting with Rhaenyra in the sept, she takes advantage of the one thing that reminds her most of her true love; you. Even if you are Aegon’s wife, Rhaenyra’s only daughter and technically, her step-granddaughter.

𐙚 Alicent x Rhaenyra's Daughter!Reader (tw: step-incest, age gap; alicent is reader's step-grandmother and 38/reader is 20, manipulation, slight dub-con)

AN: i am still writing lamb to slaughter i am just rlly turned on by alicent being manipulative and being in power <3 reader is of age, no i am not doing the math

Alicent can't breathe. The power, her very control on matters is slipping. Aegon is lost, Aemond a violent monster. Helaena lost to her grief. Matters possibly be any worse. Of course they could. They always can.

She had told Rhaenyra to her face that war was due, that it was inevitable. Alicent knew the succession had not been changed, that Viserys did not change his mind.

But was Alicent to blame for wanting power of her own? To have developed a taste for it since it was first forced down her throat? Was it so bad of her? Her father had drilled in her so hard Aegon’s claim that had to be what she truly wanted. Why else would she forcibly usurp the only person that has ever loved her.

But it was far too late. All of it set in place. The board was set. Time to play the game before them. But she couldn't deny her feelings. Noy truly. She was angry. Angry at her father, angry at her king, at Aegon.

“Your grace?” you call softly.

Alicent half smiles, but it isn't sincere. She isn't the queen anymore, you are. She foolishly thought if she rushed and married you to a newly crowned Aegon that Rhaenyra would bend. She didn't know Daemon would simply declare war for his better half as you were now considered a 'hostage’ in the capital.

“You are the queen. You can call me Alicent, or mother…” Alicent walks towards you, and allows her hand to reach your face. “...or grandmother.”

“You're so young to be a grandmother.” you assure her.

“You think I look young?” Alicent feeds off your validation, so eager to please. You don't know if it's sincere or a survival tactic but she doesn't care, it turns her on all the same. “You’re such a dove, aren't you? Flaunting about the keep as you please. So insistent on making me and your betters happy.”

“I just want to please you all so you don't take my head.” you admit rashly.

“Take your head?” she cocks hers. “Why would we?”

“Because my mother is…my mother is a traitor and so is my father. I have traitor’s blood.” you say softly.

“You have the blood of the dragon and you share Aegon’s blood. Not all is treacherous.” Alicent tries to calm you, even though the words affirm what you fear people say about you is true. You are the blood of a whore, a traitor. And the worst is you are no bastard, but the daughter of an even worse fate, Daemon Targaryen.

“I wish to be a good queen to you, to Aegon and them.” Alicent reaches to hold your hand and pulls you closer. You gaze up at her.

“You are a good queen. Probably more loved than I.” Alicent’s voice is calming, but not to be sweet or kind or caring. No. She wants you in a false state of comfort.

The more Alicent looks at you, studies your face. The more you look like Rhaenyra. She could see why the court confused you two at times. You didn't have a shred of Daemon in your face, she thanks the gods for that. But you have her former friend’s face. The friend she so desperately clung to as a child. The one who turned her back on her. And now her daughter was clinging to her.

Alicent leans in and kisses you, it’s gentle and she can physically feel you react to it.

You immediately pull back, “Your grace-”

“I am not the queen, you stupid girl.” she grabs your hands firmer, her nails digging into you. “You took that position, usurped it from me.”

“As you have usurped my mother.” you speak back, matching her cold tone. As soon as the words leave you, you regret it.

“I am so sorry, have I hurt you?” she asks as she brings your hands to her face to inspect. Her tone changes to soft again, as she watches blood pool around the moons her nails left in your skin.

“I want to go home!” you admit, tears streaming your face. “I want my mother.”

“I wanted your mother too once. She was my…friend. But she has turned her back on me, on you.” Alicent kisses your hands gently.

“You lie.”

“Do I sweetling? Where is your mother? If I had heard my daughter had married my enemy I’d swarm the palace with my dragon and burn it to ash. But she has not yet even made a move and it has been weeks.” she shakes her head at you, almost mocking you for being so naive.

Alicent holds your head, and leans in to kiss you again, this time more roughly. You don't react, you let it happen. Alicent controls it, every movement she has the power and orchestrates it. And you're so stupid, naive and powerless, you let her.

“What would Aegon say?” you break away, mostly to catch your breath.

“He's with painted whores as we speak.” She licks her lips. You taste like fruit, something she knew you were fond of. She watches your face fall. “Does that upset you?”

“No.” you shake your head. “I do not think so. I don't love him.”

“I know.” Alicent goes to kiss you again, and this time you kiss back.

Your hands go to her waist and you whimper into her mouth. Her hands begin peeling you of your gown, a soft white and gold, and you work to untie the strings on the back of hers.

It’s all happening so fast you can't control anything, she's in charge. You can't help it, you miss your mother. Your gown is slipped off onto the floor and Alicent reaches to pull you closer, gently turns you and then throws you lightly on her bed.

“Have you two lied together?” she asks, finishing stripping her gown down, the dark green material pooling at her feet.

You can't help but stare at her body, despite four pregnancies her body still was slender, and a soft warm color painted her skin. You watched Alicent remove her seven pointed star necklace, kiss it and set it down.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” she asks, beginning to sit beside you on the bed.

You shake your head and watch her take pieces of your silver hair in her hands. God you looked so much like Rhaenyra, she needed to have you.

“Can you kiss me again?” you ask, snapping her out of her trance.

She smiles, mostly because she knows she has you, and she does. She kisses you again, and places herself above you.

You wonder what Rhaenyra would say, what she would think. They had been childhood friends, and now you were kissing her old friend and newest enemy, about to sleep with her. It was all entrancing. Would Daemon have your head when they eventually stormed Kings Landing?

Alicent dips her fingers in her mouth, coating them with spit before settling inside your cunt. You groan, and arch your back at her touch. Pure pleasure shoots through you as she continues to pump her digits in and out of you. She watches you with hungry eyes, picturing your mother in your spot.

You're a gentle little girl, always so keen on pleasing others, Alicent smiled slightly at you finally being pleased. She knew Aegon did not take your pleasure into account, her nasty excuse of a son could not please anyone. Not even the maids he took his pleasure from.

“Feel good sweet dove?” Alicent coos, voice full of sex.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” you cry out, pressure building as you become closer to orgasm. “Please don't stop.”

“I won't, I won't.” she says softly, mostly to herself.

You looked good like this, sweat stuck to your forehead, writhing in pleasure, pleasure given by her. Alicent pulls her fingers out, which causes you to omit soft pleading for her to go back to what she was doing.

She settles between your legs, and gives small kisses on your thighs.

“Don't tease me, please your grace.” you beg.

“I’ll do what I want, won't I?” Alicent doesn't wait for your answer until she's latching her mouth on your now wet cunt, sucking and licking away, the sounds of your moans growing louder and filling the chamber.

She didn't care if maids heard, or passed by and saw. All she cared about was that you were close to cumming on her tongue. She traced your cunt up and down with the wet muscle, ensuring your clit got the most attention.

Your orgasm hits hard, causing you to wrap your legs around her head, “Gods gods gods gods!”

As you ride your wave of pleasure, Alicent licks up the mess and gives your cunt one last kiss before pulling up and looking at you. Her mouth was wet, no soaked with your cum. You blush at the sight.

“Sweet girl.” Alicent wipes her mouth on the duvet, and lays beside you.

“Do you want me to…please you, your grace?” you ask.

She shakes her head, “Dowager queen.”

As you cuddle into her side, still breathing heavily, the one thing that crosses Alicent’s mind is your mother.

[cerastes]

This is absolutely the Lack Of Reading Comprehension Website, but there's another issue I've noticed that I never see brought up, and it doesn't exist completely excised from lacking reading comprehension, but it's definitely it's own topic.

Tumblr's a Bad Faith Website as well. Like the above, it's not something exclusive to Tumblr, but it definitely defines it in my opinion. A lot of people want to be Right, and disagreements are seen by a bunch of people as something to "win" rather than something to "have". You'll have randos that frame their entire argument against you based on latching onto technicalities to try to prove why you are wrong rather than actually engage with your argument to try and propose something else or turn it around. As someone who was in a debate club during university, I call it "debate-poisoned people" who see arguments and conversations as a sport more than an interaction or, well, an actual conversation to be had, or in other words, that consider every argument as a debate to be had, when a lot of the time, it's not that deep fam, and also the other person never really agreed to play under your rules, because, here's the thing, a debate is a very specific kind of interaction. In a debate, bad faith interaction and trying to erase the very floor the other party is standing on is a valid tactic, it's part of the game. In a conversation or an argument, bad faith interaction and trying to erase the floor the other party is standing on gets you rightfully called a moron who cannot use inference or extrapolation to actually engage with the topic at hand. I had one such weirdo like a week or so ago, even, who used so many words to say absolutely nothing, that I thought I accidentally performed a digital necromantic ritual and had actually found myself face to face with the spirit of Jacques Lacan.

Even in more innocuous, non-hostile scenarios, this still applies: A lot of people are so, so eager to Be Correct On The Internet, that they'll reblog something with a correction or an opinion seemingly so hastily that they did not in fact read the entire post or comprehend it. This feeds into the lack of reading comprehension, but in my opinion, it does also have to do with seeing something that they believe they can correct, and immediately chomping at the bit to correct it without stopping for a second to ask themselves, "Did I read this right? Does this need correction?", and a lot of the time, it turns out, yes, you did not in fact need to correct it, you just had to read it a bit slower without letting your quickdraw hand get the best of you, cowboy. The way I consider this to be Bad Faith, even if it's not really hostile or confrontational, is the long-held belief that The Internet Is Inhabited By People Stupid Enough To Actually Think Or Say Something This Stupid.

I'll be real with you: Yeah, you've seen wild stories on the internet, plenty of them true, about how stupid people can be. No, they do not define the majority of people that aren't you. A wild, flabbergasting story about idiocy gets traction because it's funny and wild. We don't hear stories about how User A made a compelling argument that seemed stupid at first but then turned out that their rationale was incredibly sound as much, because that's not funny and wild and doesn't make us feel good about ourselves, because we'd never make such a stupid mistake. You aren't a sage wearing the floatie of wisdom in an ocean of idiots, no matter what your echo chamber and/or carefully curated internet space makes you think. You are not exempt from having to think about things, and you are not exempt from having to acknowledge people that know things you don't, people wiser than you are out there. This isn't "you are dumb as shit, actually", because I personally believe most people are smart, this is "you are being superficial and too eager to be Correct, which only works to your detriment in the long run and makes you a rather unlikable person".

It's as simple as engaging in good faith, even when you disagree or dislike the other party. Rip apart their arguments properly, instead of trying to disqualify them with cheap gotchas from the get go just because you want to own someone. Yes, sometimes people don't make sense, period, but that's absolutely not as common as people like to claim it happens. Inevitably, you'll run into someone that will actually call out your bullshit and there goes your entire argument. And in less intense settings, really, no one likes a pedant who really wants to be Correct on fucking Tumblr of all places.

[psuedosugu]

You know something I've noticed? Yeah, Nifty is your typical yandere but can we talk about Vox? You technically don't even have to request him as a yandere unless you want it to be romanticized toward you and/or further explored because according to ALL of the recent regular Vox x readers (and the show itself), he clearly has many traits of one especially toward Alastor. He acts like a toxic, jealous ex 😂 He cyberstalks people for one, he's manipulative, insecure (this is where possessiveness and jealousy tends to stem from), doesn't take rejection well as we heard from Al, is capable of being obsessed with someone, and an overall control freak. He wants to keep the Vees' image and everything looking perfect. Imagine this guy being attached to you. An absolute nightmare. Never any privacy, eyes and ears everywhere, can teleport with or without a screen, blackmail is 100% on the table as well as other tactics, and constant validation for him whether your relationship is forced or not. What sucks about the last part is that it's a double-edged sword. If you fuel his ego, he's enabled but if you don't give him enough attention, he'll try harder and tighten his hold on you. So while Val absolutely horrible, it's like you can never win with Vox. Not when you don't have equal power and he's stated to be very strong. Especially these days, tech is an absolute must since even jobs heavily rely on it. Life and the afterlife here is much harder without a smartphone. He's literally a TV. He wants to be watched and noticed.

So he'll get it.

exactly brooo

cw: themes of manipulation, blackmail, and toxic, controlling relationships.

gender neutral

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

ੈ✧̣̇ || honestly atp he’s practically a canon yandere.

ੈ✧̣̇ || i kinda talked about this before but i feel like he would manipulate reader into thinking that they need him when its the other way around

ੈ✧̣̇ || as u said, he’s insecure as hell and he needs someone to boost his ego and make him look superior

ੈ✧̣̇ || he also needs some source of stability in his (after) life which is where you come in.

ੈ✧̣̇ || hed also never let things go or get over you.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he started beef with a dude that he hadn’t seen in 7 whole years, for gods sake 😭

ੈ✧̣̇ || bro will start fights over things that happened months ago and are over now done with

ੈ✧̣̇ || he also craves control, not only will he spy on you through your electronics but he’ll also try and control other things that he has no business controlling like what you wear, who you talk to, ect.

ੈ✧̣̇ || if you mention your concerns about it he’ll try and back off, but hes just so paranoid that something will happen to you even though he knows you’re capable of taking care of yourself.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he needs to feel like he’s needed.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he also exerts his control by threatening you with blackmail, wether it be secrets that you told him or pictures.

ੈ✧̣̇ || not like you don’t have a fair amount of dirt on him too, though.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he’d definitely fight a bitch for you, if you’re getting threatened, stalked, and/or harassed by someone (that isnt him ofc) said person better prepare for his wrath.

ੈ✧̣̇ || hes a whiny ass bitch which is either annoying or hot depending on who you ask and what the context is.

ੈ✧̣̇ || its also kind of confusing how he acts, he’ll be practically ignoring you one second and begging for your attention the next.

ੈ✧̣̇ || another reason why he’s so scared of you leaving is because of how vulnerable he’s been to you.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he’s told you things that he’s never told anyone, shown parts of him that no one has ever seen, and the thought of what you could do with this info if you ever were to turn on him makes him feel sick to the stomach.

ੈ✧̣̇ || despite how it feels sometimes he really does care about and love you, he just has an unhealthy mindset when it comes to love.

ੈ✧̣̇ || perhaps you should stay around (not like u rlly have a choice), teach him how to love someone properly. you wont regret it :)

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I need to see more demigods who bite. Like jason totally feels the need to bite stuff, and leo half-jokingly suggests getting him a chew toy (like a dog). Nico absolutely bites to show affection, (maybe not willy nilly like jason but still) like just randomly biting people he's close with shoulders or hands because he just loves them so much (jason both bite to express affection and stim)

Anyways petition to normalize neurodivergent people who bite as a form of expressing affection or stimming.

oh absolutely. I actually have a tier list of "which of the Argo II crew & co are most likely to bite:"

Jason gnaws on people to show affection. He is extremely "Everything I love belongs in my mouth and everything I hate belongs between my teeth." He mostly stopped doing it for awhile cause of the whole "being trained to be the Perfect Praetor™" and having to mask a lot more, but he picked it up again a bit when he and Reyna became friends cause she didn't care and then more with the Argo II crew. He definitely hoards chewlery. He also definitely bit Krios real bad when they were fighting, if not outright killed him with his teeth.

Nico is a younger sibling. He has no qualms against biting in fights, any fight, but he does associate biting with fights. Jason tries to friendly-bite him one time and Nico just takes it as declaration of war and they end up tussling for like five minutes. After he gets used to Jason though he picks it up a bit too, mostly just chewing on people's hands. Also I 100% hc that when he was in Tartarus he just went full teeth-and-claws mode to survive. Honestly he bites more in regular combat and even training than Jason does, mostly just cause he's not above fighting dirty. If it works, it works. Also I hc he has sharp canines and is small so he might as well.

Frank's third but only on technicality cause shapeshifting. When he's human he's pretty much equal level to everybody else which is "only bites as a last resort."

Everybody else is pretty on-par with each other but Percy is probably just sliiightly more likely to bite not for any particular reason, he just considers it a valid fight tactic in a pinch (unlike Nico, who just considers it a general fight tactic). Also he got the oral stim adhd vibes. He has a lot of chewlery. They're all sea-themed, of course. Thalia is also pretty equal to Percy in terms of "biting as a valid fighting tactic."

Annabeth is also like. She's less likely to bite than Percy but more likely to than the rest of the crew. It's just a valid battle tactic under certain scenarios to her (and that includes training). She does consider it a low-blow though. She's also definitely got the oral stim adhd too. Lots of chewlery, rip her pencils and pens, etc etc. Her and Percy probably have a shared chewlery collection.

Piper is not the bitey type but she does have little to no formal combat training so yknow, wet cat technique. I do also totally believe she'd also have a chewing stim though. Like yknow how I draw her with the little braid sidebangs? Yeah she definitely chews on those and that's part of why she wears her hair like that. The other reason is that braiding it is one of her other stims.

[iknowyuu]

hey !! just read study study mwah and saw that u wanted to write a part 2 🤭🤭i think u should omggggg

study, study, mwah - part two

kdrama! sieun x extrovert! affectionate! reader

// reader is feeling conflicted about the way sieun treats their relationship (what is their relationship, anyway?) here is part one!

tags: very light feelings of low self worth, kissing obv, reader kinda being rejected (not really, it's just sieun being kinda dense lol), neck kisses, sitting on someone's lap, mentions of kidnapping (as a passing joke)

note: hope you enjoy!! updates have been slow lately because i'm not as obsessed as i was before LOL, BUT DW, I STILL LOVE HIM VERY MUCH <3 anyway i barely edited this i hope theres no mistakes again sjsjsjs

♡

you listened to the soft scribbles of the boy who 's lap your head laid in, the background noise doing nothing to calm the churning in your stomach.

you sighed, scrolling through your phone, then quickly shutting it down and laying it onto your chest. you sighed again, a little heavier than before. noticing he didn't even flinch once again, you changed your tactics, instead shifting to stare at his stomach instead of up at the ceiling. you raised your hand to brush away the bangs that grew to cover his eyes. "im bored, sieun." you mumbled.

"you should finish your homework then." he swiftly replied. he didn't need to see your face to know you were pouting.

after the... exciting visit you had with sieun a few weeks ago, he slowly began to open up even more, and show parts of him you hadn't seen before, including his (slightly) more talkative as well as sarcastic side. it was almost like a reward for doing so well on the exams that happened a few weeks ago- you'd gotten an A!

you'd like to contribute your higher-than-expected grade to his kisses.

the thing is, ever since that day, you hadn't had anything like it with him, or anyone. only the occasional hugs at the door, but you hadn't kissed him since then.

"but.." you trailed off, not really having a valid excuse. "..do you really enjoy studying alllll the time?" you mumbled.

he shrugged, not bothering to give you a response, simply continuing his work. you frowned, sitting up to move out of his lap. sieun ceased his writing, waiting as you sat up from his lap before resuming his work, not giving you the attention you wanted in order to finish the problem he was on.

you crossed your arms. you knew you were being kind-of annoying, but you'd been waiting for him almost two weeks. he had been intensely studying for another exam (technically a practice), and you felt neglected. then again, did you really have any right to feel this way? none of you had made.. 'what you had' official. you just wished you could kiss him without him feeling uninterested again.

as one last attempt you caressed his cheek, gently turning his face toward yours and placing a soft but quick peck onto his lips. relishing in the way he looked at you while up close, you hoped he would kiss you this time, but he just blinked at you before turning back to his work.

you felt disheartened at his reaction, to say the least. you felt it was selfish to be behaving the way you are, and suddenly you were swept with guilt and slight embarrassment at the way you'd been acting; obviously he didn't want you the way you wanted him.

going back to your seat next to him on the floor, you went back to your work and began finishing you what you needed to do. it didn't take long before you finished your work, standing up and packing your things, you announced your departure. "i'm gonna go.. since i'm finished." you told him, not noticing how he glanced up at you.

"okay," he got up to see you out, even though the door was just a few feet from where you were sitting. you made your way to the door and put your shoes on after taking off your slippers, unlocking the door. as you were walking back, you barely glanced at him, "bye," you walked off.

he blinked in slight shock at your attitude, no hug? no 'love you'? he wasn't particularly bothered by it, just.. it felt like something was missing. he tried not to think about it too much, remembering the work he had for himself at the table. however, no matter how long he wanted to shake it, he felt as if something was off. like the world he felt in suddenly felt... off. wrong.

-

a day, two, then three days passed without you stopping by his house. he noticed you'd stopped texting him altogether, and started avoiding him in school and cram, choosing to switch seats with another student.

he tried reaching out to you, but, no response of course. he also tried to wait by the snack station you usually visited with your other friends, but he noticed you weren't there either.

meanwhile, you hid behind your friend in the line. "get off me, [name]! why're you even avoiding him anyway?" your friend tried to shake you off, but you remained attached to their shoulder. "pleaseplease, just for today! i don't want him to see me!"

"you've said that for the past three days! ah, i'm starting to get annoyed at you laching onto me- it makes my shoulders sore and i can't sleep at night!" they whined. "i'm sorry! it's just.. he doesn't feel the same way as me, and i don't wanna embarrass myself more than i already have! i want to put a distance between us."

your friend rolled their eyes. "clearly he feels some type of way towards you, he's literally waiting for you! i've never even seen him in the cafeteria without suhoo and bumseok before!"

you heave a heavy sigh before detaching from them, "and clearly you only want to fuel my delusions," you turn around, "i'm leaving to hide somewhere else."

they shake their head, watching you leave out the back of the cafeteria. "so annoying..." they jokingly stated as you walked off.

your friend made it to the end of the end of the line by themselves and buys their snacks, going to sit at their usual table before remembering the boy that was standing there, waiting for you.

trying to avoid him, they quickly moved past and made their way to the table before stopping in their tracks. “god..” turning around they walk back towards sieun, tapping his shoulder. “uhm.. sieun?” he turns around. “umm.. so, [name]’s been avoiding you. they think you don’t feel the same way about them.” he stared for a second before responding with a simple “oh,”.

he begins to walk away before your oh-so-loyal-and-faithful friend catches his shoulder, “yahhh, wait. im not dumb, i can tell you like them too. i have a plan.”

-

after another long day of school and cram school, you receive a text from your friend, wanting to hang out. you were really close to saying no, but they begged and promised you matcha tea and gimbap. you weren’t the biggest fan of matcha tea so you wondered why, but you accepted anyway.

“[name],” your friend grabbed your shoulder as you were waiting outside the cram building, and you jumped, quickly turning around. “you scared me!!” you pushed your friend and they laughed at your discontent, pulling out a cloth from the plastic bag in their hands. "listen, i know it's weird, but i promise the payoff will be amazing and you'll thank me." they stood behind you, getting ready to tie the blindfold over your eyes. "wha- what?" you stepped away in surprise. "what are you talking about?"

they moved closer, "PLEASE [NAME], don't you trust me?"

you blinked at them and slowly nodded. "...okay." you stood in front of them and closed your eyes. "really? that was fast," your friend tied it around your eyes, mumbling something about how fast you'd get kidnapped before tying the final knot and taking your hand. "let's go."

leading you through the streets at a fast pace, not abiding to the way you screamed "SLOW DOWN OH MY GOD," multiple times. you were led for about seven minutes, before reaching two sets of staircases, and for some reason, they seemed... familiar in a way.

reaching your destination, your friend stopped abruptly, and you heard some faint knocking before a door was opened. "all yours." your friend said, placing the bag they'd been carrying in your hands.

"wait, what?" you looked towards the direction of your friend's voice, suddenly concerned. "you're leaving? where are we?" your heart began to beat faster- was it a mistake to trust them? you've known them for several years now, they wouldn't do anything completely irrational.. right? you tried to calm yourself with those thoughts before you felt your blindfold being removed. you didn't get a response before the cloth fell from your eyes, and the person pulled back from you.

well, you shouldn't be surprised.

there stood sieun, and you remembered the flights of stairs you climbed, and as you looked around, your friend was nowhere to be found.

"you can come in." he looked at you, his eyes flickering to your lips for half a second before meeting your stare again.

you sigh heavily and barely look at him before moving past and into the apartment, sieun closing the door behind you. you take off your shoes and step into the house slippers that have been unworn for the past three days, pulling off your bag and you taking tiny steps towards the couch and table, feeling awkward. you don't know if he knows how you feel; not just about him, but this whole situation. you've avoided him for days and for anyone of you to expect things to just go back to normal would be completely and utterly irrationa-

"sorry." you feel his arms wrap around you from behind, and his warm breath at the back of your neck. "i didn't know if you wanted to..." he trailed off, hoping you understood what he wanted to say. in that moment, all your embarrassment and regret melted away.

you loosened his grip around your waist, turning around to meet him, taking pleasure in the way he retightened his hold on you. he looked into your eyes as you hesitantly cupped his cheeks, his eyes glossed over as you maintained eye contact. "if you're really sorry.." you took a deep breath to calm your nerves before opening your mouth to speak again. "you should be my boyfriend." you spoke at a low volume, almost as if you didn't want him to hear your suggestion.

moments passed as he didn't say anything, and you were about to remove your hold on his face and step away, but you saw the way the corner of his lips perked up, and he blinked before nodding once, letting out a quiet but affirmative "mm,".

you smiled at him and your chest felt fuzzy with affection and warmth. deciding to take another leap of faith, you opened your mouth once more, barely able to articulate your words to busy smiling at his response. "can i.. can i kiss you?"

the tiny smile on his lips remained as he nodded once more, and you could barely contain yourself as you leaned in to place a kiss on his lips. the lips you'd yearned for ever since you first made contact with them.

his lips felt complete with yours, and finally, everything in the world seemed right again.

the two of you stood there for a minute, and as much as you didn't want to, you broke apart from him, squishing his cheeks in your hands before walking towards the couch, gently pulling him along with you.

the two of you sat on the floor, partially leaning on the couch behind you for comfortability. limbs not yet entangled, his hand remained on your shoulder as you pulled him impossibly closer to you, wrapping your arm around his waist and tugged. he didn't hesitate to closer, and you filled in the gap to the point where your chests were almost touching.

you took in the atmosphere, it feels like your life stops when he kisses you. in that moment, you felt like there was no school, no world, only you and sieun. kissing him felt like heaven, and you were so sure you've never wanted anything more in your life.

your eyes remain closed when he stops, pulling away from you. he dips his head down, not taking any chances to rest before beginning his attack on your neck. you lightly whined at the contact, your volume dropping when he stopped. "did i hurt you?"

"no," you quickly shake your head, already wanting him back on your neck, "i don't think you could ever hurt me,"

he hid his face in your neck, resuming his previous actions, nipping and biting at your neck. you brought your hand to his head, the pleasure of his actions making you shiver.

the two of you stayed there for a while, and as time went by, you ended up being the one in sieun's lap instead of the other way around. you felt bad for interrupting his studies (even though that's what got you into this mess in the first place..), your chests facing each other, sieun with his front facing the table, and you with your arms laying on the couch, his back leaning against the couch as well. you insisted he do what he needed while you sat there, keeping him close to your heart, every now and then leaning back to get a look at his face, sometimes calling him cute just to see the way his ears lit up when you went back.

"im sorry for ignoring you for so long," you heard the way his scribbles haulted this time, listening to your words. it was only three days, but it felt like a week. "i think my friend already told you, but... i was embarrassed at the way i acted... i... like... no, i really like you, sieun."

he sighed with contentment and responded, "it's okay.." he waited for a bit, trying to gather the courage to finish, "i like you too." the way his short response gradually decreased in volume with each word he spoke calmed your nerves and you smiled, pulling back to watch him again, leaning forward and placing your lips on his.

♡

post story note: AHHH YEAH. ty again to anon for asking for this it got me out of my writers block for a bit :D

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[blindmagdalena]

I’ve been thinking a lot about the underwhelming reveal of homelander’s surrogate mother. I just kind of assume that she was a human.

But I’ve been wondering how that reunion would go had she not died. Homelander wanted to make a father-son connection with soldier boy because soldier boy was his hero growing up and he was powerful. A plain human woman cannot exactly measure up to that.

Ryan also has powers and Homelander can see himself in Ryan which is something he can’t really do with an older human woman.

Do you have any thoughts on if homelander would seek out his mom if Barbra had mentioned she was still alive? Homelander does have a strong sense of blood related family but I do think his mom would have to prove herself to him somehow.

i’m not entirely sure i buy the story about Homelander’s mother/surrogate. it’s so close to the lie that Vogelbaum told Homelander about Ryan, so it’s either also a cover story, or Vogelbaum tried to lie with the truth by attempting to pass off Homelander’s birth story as Ryan’s. to me it just felt like another manipulation tactic to throw him off the trail and make him feel even more alone, though. he’s easy to manipulate when he’s lonely.

either way, it wouldn’t matter to Homelander if his mother was exceptional or not. like Madelyn, his mother’s role is much less about what she is and what she’s capable of, and more about who she is and how she can make him feel. he would want her to validate him, see HIM as exceptional, and make HIM feel special. it doesn’t matter that she’s technically beneath him because he craves her approval and her love. he sought Vogelbaum’s approval just as much as Soldier Boy’s. it’s so much more about who they are in relation to him, and what roles he believes they should play in his own self image.

while he does regard supes as higher beings than humans, they’re all ultimately still below him. he’ll crush a supe without mercy just as swiftly as he will a human. the whole “supe supremacy” schtick doesn’t actually come from a place of respecting supes. it comes from a place of continuing to elevate himself above all others, and rejecting humanity for how it has hurt him. hurting them back.

she would be better than other humans based solely on her connection to him. she birthed a miracle and survived: that alone makes her worth more than comp v alone. she’s inherently elevated by her proximity to him. of course he would have lots of questions for her: did she know about him? does she care about him? why didn’t she seek him out? and those questions would matter.

imo the only thing she’d have to prove is that she—unlike so many before her—can actually love him.

[bobbydagen24]

tbh I think Peppy Dying in a Future film could be a good story Decision because of what it could lead to for the characters.

hear me out I swear this isn't just because I Dislike Peppy for all his lies 😂😂😂😂

like I feel his death would work really well as a consequence for Poppy's actions and a proper Arc for her to learn through as so far Despite Technically having character Arcs

poppy seems to mostly stay the same Due to everything still always working out her way in the end like in World Tour it was shown she had a problem listenening to other people

and acknowledging that all the Tribes Differences were a good thing and they couldn't just Hug it out and be friends in the end except that's literally what happened.

I'm not saying the Tribes should have gone to war or anything but the movie seemingly has Poppy learn she's wrong and then Validates her by having her get exactly what she originally wanted proving her right.

same thing happens in TBT she has a narrow view on family always being an automatic good thing Disregards Branch's feelings at the start in the name of unconditional forgiveness

only to seemingly learn later on that it isn't that simple and family can be broken and toxic only to then have the family come back together in the end for no other reasons other than family is always great and you should always forgive them no matter what.

once again a seemingly good arc somewhat ruined by Poppy's original feelings being proven Right in the end so in future what if we saw some similar behaviour from her

where maybe she just wants to Resolve things peacefully with a Dangerous Villain Group Despite other people warning her

which Results in them meeting with them only to fall into an ambush and very nearly die and Peppy ends up having to sacrifice himself to save Poppy and Viva.

and this has a few interesting points it can lead to imo

Poppy can feel guilt and blame herself for her dads death finally her actions had consequences she can't just wave away and this kinda perfectly leads to another moment of Branch picking her up after she's down and broken because he knows what its like to blame yourself for a parental figure's death even tho Poppy would point out he was just a kid and she was a leader who should have known better he still points out she was simply trying to do her best like she always does and what mainly matters now is how you let it change you since he let his Trauma change him for the worse to the point he made himself miserable and he doesn't want Poppy to go down the same Road of self Blaming and misery. 2. it gives an interesting bit of Tragedy to Viva given her and her Dad were separated for such a long time and only just got each other back so this would make for a sad bit of extra Viva angst. and maybe even causes a Brief Rift between her and Poppy due to her somewhat Blaming poppy's choices for Peppy's death. 3. I feel that either way Poppy chooses to Deal with the antagonist from this point on would be interesting and would make her overall character stronger imo as either she can accept that her original way of trying to resolve things peacefully isn't always a valid option and Decide that in this case the Villain does just need to be stopped with good old fashioned force. or she can stick to her morals even in the face of Great Tragedy and still in the end try to reach across the aisle to the Villain to Resolve things without anyone else needing to get hurt or killed. in which case a lot of people may not agree with her but it would be a strong character moment that shows a certain strength. as so far Poppy only seems to preach forgiveness and peace making tactics when it comes to people who haven't wronged her personally like letting Barb off the Hook and even befriending her at the end of World Tour despite her enslaving countless people or encouraging Branch to forgive his own family for abandoning him or giving a sympathetic shoulder to Crimp even tho she stood by and let Floyd be tortured because she didn't wanna lose her Job. Hell the only instance where you could say Poppy actually proves she stands by her none violent second chances morals is in the tv shows where she even gives second chances to people who wronged her personally like Creek. but in the cannon of the movies Poppy has never really had to do that so I feel it would be interesting to see in the main movies. that is assuming they take her Development in that Direction like I said they could go the other way and have her finally accept she's wrong about some of her view points either way I feel it would make for interesting Development for her that would work best if the personal element of losing her Dad was added to it. what do you think?

[airlocksandaviaries]

TOP GUN 86: FENCING ACADEMY AU

Bear with me. Hear me out. LET ME FINISH. Your local Top Gun obsessed fencer is here to give you Thoughts. Also fencing is always homoerotic so do with that what you will.

The flyboys are all in a fencing club/academy, one where they all have silly nicknames to put on their fencing jacket patches. The coach is Viper. Usually the coach is the only one with a silly nickname but it started one day and he allowed it. They all show up every other night to train and be silly together. But they're still in a class being taught by Viper and they're all trying to make it in the San Diego City Tournaments.

Maverick: He's a foil fencer, which is the most difficult sword form to consistently fence in. Points are scored by stabbing. It has the smallest valid target area and right of way is very strict (when two people hit at the same time, whoever gets the point is based on who had control of the action. This makes it very strategic). It's the form everyone starts out in. Maverick mastered it ages ago and everyone has been urging him to move up to something like Saber or Epee, which would be easier with his skill and would match his chaotic style. But he wouldn't listen and stay in foil for the challenge of it (and to annoy everyone with his unhinged tactics). He is a skilled fencer but will toy with you for a while before actually closing in for the win bc he likes to play.

Goose: He's the well-rounded guy. He mastered foil, epee, and saber. He liked them all but liked epee most of all (like foil, but with a larger target area and less strategy). He fences in foil most of the time, so that he and Maverick can fence together. They goof off all the time, and have secret handshakes when they finish their bouts together instead of just normal shaking hands. They talk and banter throughout every one of their bouts. Everyone assumes this means they're inexperienced, but when someone else fences one of them, they realize how skilled they both are.

Iceman: Also a foil guy, because he is in love with the precision and technique required. He has also tried the other sword forms, and fences Saber with Slider all the time, but he likes foil the most of all. He has the most precise and efficient style and will beat anyone almost instantly. He has found very few people who are able to beat him or even get a point against him in foil. He loves fencing the newbies and showing them no mercy.

Slider: Saber fencer, for sure. Yeah he tried foil and epee. Yeah he's decent at them. But nothing compares to running full speed at your opponent and whacking the hell out of them (sabers score points by slashing and everywhere is valid target area). Despite the love for the chaos he's actually a very refined and efficient saberist. He'll dash in and out and go for the top of your helmet.

Charlie: Instructor who works for the club. She barely fences bouts because she refuses to fence her students (no this is not a euphemism back off) but will teach all the newbies the techniques. She knows all the technical knowledge on all the forms and will ref all of the club members' and students' bouts for them (reffing is when you watch and judge who got what point). She gets along with all the students and members and is genuinely just an amazing person to see at the club every evening.

Viper: Coach. Only his friends and the instructors call him viper. He needs to be addressed as Coach at all times. He is incredibly strict and will tell everyone exactly what they did wrong, mercilessly. He normally sits in his office after training the new students but every once in a while he will come out to ref a bout and give a complete dressing down to whichever unlucky club member is goofing off and slipping technique. He keeps everyone on their toes but is a really good coach and will, if you're lucky, tell you he's proud of how far you've come.

Yes I based these on myself and others from my club whom I know and love.

LMK IF YOU GUYS WANT A PART TWO WHERE I TALK ABOUT BOUTS AND DYNAMICS AND SHIPPING 👀

THANK YOU TO @calkale FOR LISTENING TO MY UNHINGED RANTS

[rin-solo]

Something to think about

Hamnet:

Led an unprovoked (technically we don't know if that is true, but let's assume) attack against the rats in the garden

Used an unfair, war crime-coded tactic to win

Killed many innocents with it

= Narratively presented in a good light, has the background of his war crime told and explained (actually going too far because it comes across as though Solovet's abuse and involvement are supposed to excuse it, which it does not. Hamnet was an adult who is responsible for his actions; your tragic backstory is tragic but it does not excuse your war crimes).

Also, not to mention, judged Gregor, a child, for an inborn talent he has, conveying that it makes him a bad person. Either way, he is supposed to be sympathetic and everyone buys it.

Sandwich:

Led an unprovoked (technically we don't know if that is true, but let's assume) attack against the diggers

Used an unfair, war crime-coded tactic to win

Killed many innocents with it

= Narratively presented in a bad light, has nothing about the background or circumstances of his war crime explained (we get like, what, one line from Vikus?), and yet that one line immediately makes him without a doubt or question a horrible, evil person and even an unreliable prophet (because your moral alignment absolutely is connected to the validity of your prophetic abilities, yes).

Also, not to mention, he is not responsible for the tragedies he's seen, and very likely only tried to help the Regalians and Gregor deal with them by trying to write his visions down and giving Gregor his sword. Either way, he's supposed to be unsympathetic and everyone buys it.

[whorangi1104]

Ghoap AU: Frozen Hearts and Electric Souls

Chapter 6: Gifts-Fuck around

Over the course of the two weeks Johnny had known Graves, they’d gotten along, although they weren’t particularly friendly. In the first week, Graves would be seen wandering around the base with a couple of his shadows, either talking to Price or inspecting their gear. Price himself spent more time in his office than out, which wasn’t unusual, but the time he spent on his paperwork was longer than usual, which got Soap worrying. He hadn’t originally been stressed by the mission, considering they would have multiple allies alongside them, but price’s frequent planning and stacks of intel and constant discussions with lasswell was starting to get to him. Soap decided to dive deeper into the info email he got and-Bloody Hell.

What the fuck are these abilities? Known abilities: Cloaking, power absorption, manipulation, matter distortion, illusion cloning. It all sounded like some demon from the depths of hell shite, except for the fact that Soap was staring at the information on his laptop screen in his room while waiting to deploy and track down these creatures in just two days. Maybe they had wanted an extra man on the team just for this. 

>>time skip<<

“Soap, the fuck you mean you want to try gift fusion?”

“Captain, it’s the coming mission, I don’t think it’s quite enough for simple attacks.”

“Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to meld two powers in one attack? There hasn’t been a success for the last decade.”

“But if it comes to that, shouldn’t we have a method prepped?”

“We do. But it’s a last resort, and don’t you dare try anything on your own, got it?”

“Yessir.”

Soap left Price’s office and couldn’t stop his brain from wandering over to gift fusion, which, in his defense, would work great if he and Price could create electrified water blasts, but there was always the chance of a backsplash… literally. Technically, the team didn’t have any fusion tactics, since Price was ‘transporting resources’ for Ghost to use his ability on, and Soap had just ‘taken advantage’ of the frozen floor, and it was technically considered team tactics, but the line was always blurred and to Soap, it was just as confusing as fucking english grammer. Then again, he really didn’t care about grammar, so fuck that. Would Gaz launching ice spikes from Ghost with pressurized air count as a fusion or just special use? Actually, who the fuck cares? Maybe he should just suggest the idea. And- who was that guy that was an animal gifted? Roach? Now that's just opportunities for the wildest ideas. No, Johnny, stop. We are not gonna think about flying supercharged electric eels. Actually wait-

—

“So in conclusion, you want Gaz and I to try… ice projectiles with…*deep inhale* quote on quote, ‘fire ants riding icicles’ with Roach?”

“Ye know, when ya say it like that, it sounds like I’m a lunatic.”

“And launching ice torpedoes with various explosives inside.”

“Impale and explode.”

“Sergeant… what the fuck? Where do you even get these ideas?”

“I mean, they could work, right?”

“...well yes, but first of all, animals don’t just automatically obey Roach, it’s complicated, and I’m pretty sure you haven’t asked Price about any of this?”

“Yeah, but-”

“We can’t do any risky shit without approval, and I trust my captain more than I trust you, Soap.”

“Away n’bile yer heid!”

“Speak English, Mactavish.”

“Sorry sir, let me translate. Go fuck yourself.”

“That’s better.”

“A’m gonna see if the others are in… can’t go te Price by myself…”

“Good luck”

“Won’t need it.”

Ghost rolled his eyes as his office door clicked shut behind the sergeant, and continued on autopilot filling out reports. The idea amused him, at least and he was sure Gaz would want to try it out, at least. Roach? Maybe. And maybe Price will be convinced to let them try. It sounded valid after all, he’d just have to wait and see.

literally my shortest chat with 660 words. I wrote 500 of it tonight. I have nothing to blame but my own procrastination.

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

Carrying on from this post because I do actually think I was valid there for once, but also because I was thinking about Phoenix's poison line. You know, this one from Recipe for Turnabout:

Phoenix: (There are two things that I consider inexcusable. Poisoning, and betrayal! Only a coward would hurt people using either of these tactics.)

And I was thinking about it in conjunction with how he feels after BttT, and how it could have warped (or been warped to fit) his perception of events there.

Because, while it is Dahlia who sets the whole thing in motion by poisoning Diego, the only one who can be said to have "betrayed" Godot in any way is... Phoenix. It's not Mia who tells him who stabbed Misty, Iris refuses to cave even when it becomes clear that she was an accomplice, and Maya begs Phoenix to leave things alone the whole time she's on the witness stand. The one who actually pushes the revelation and finally brings the truth to light is Phoenix. As Mia and Godot both say, that final battle was all him.

And of course it's ridiculous. Of course it doesn't add up. Because there was no betrayal. Godot killed someone. It is objectively right that he be sentenced for it, and, if it wasn't for his own interjection, he wouldn't have been found out at all! But then I think about what Phoenix says at the end of the case -- how he talks about "his own hand sending Godot to prison" (not, notably, finding the truth, as Edgeworth might justify) and how he specifically questions whether "justice was served with that verdict" because he "wasn't able to save Mr Armando" -- and I wonder if he doesn't feel some sense of misguided responsibility and guilt for that. Like, yes, he may not have known, and, yes, he technically owed Godot nothing, but that was the man who risked his life to save Maya's. And that automatically means Phoenix owes him something close to his own life.

And Phoenix sent him to jail.

It's a self-imposed debt; it's a fictitious betrayal. But the guilt is real.

Originally, I hypothesised that Phoenix grew disillusioned with the courts, which led to him leaving without a fight.

Now I wonder if what he actually grew disillusioned with wasn't just himself.

[2af-afterdark]

Any opinions or thoughts about each Love interest of What in hell is bad?

Oh gods. Oh fuck. There are so many of them. Give me a hot second to mindlessly ramble about first impressions. There is no structure here. I'm just giving my thoughts as they come to me. Excuse me if I miss anything. The list is very, very long.

Satan

Look at him coming to save us. He's so kind... you say before he brings out the whips and introduces you to all the fun kinky shit.

If MC was a virgin, they aren't anymore.

Opposite of a hypocrite. He likes getting as much as he likes giving.

He gives me aromantic energy. He's here for the sex and the sadistic joy of watching his subs fall apart, but he doesn’t care about any of that love bullshit. He'll be a ride or die friend though.

Oh fuck. He's angry again.

Who hurt this man that he rips the heads off of stuffed animals? If he touches any of my plushies like that, I will break his fingers and teeth. 😀

Sitri

This man brought an entire tea party to the battle and I respect him for it. That is the ultimate rage inducing intimidation tactic.

Some people in Gehenna get angry, but he prefers to make others angry and he's good at it.

Why is his design so smooth?

I wonder if there's a deeper meaning to him being the only Gehenna member without a gun for a weapon? His weapon actually reminds me more of the coffins that Hades' nobles carry.

Leraye

Uhh... so, not to be a misogynist... but the fact that he collects the bodies that Satan throws away makes me wonder if he likes Satan's... sloppy seconds.

You know, given he was the preview after Satan's... he probably does.

I kind of hate his design. It's too busy. Also that tongue piercing looks so uncomfortable.

Astaroth

Kuudere?

He gives me emotionless sex vibes (on the outside). Deep down though, he is so desperate to see his partner fall apart for him.

I want to cuddle his snake.

Paimon

His rainbow eye is a little much for me, personally. Like, it's a stimulation overload. You know?

I hope he's bitchy and caty and has a temper as short as Satan's but in a secretly manipulative way.

I am so disgusted by the bubblegum thing, but it also gives me the feeling that he's a biter. It's a valid form of affection.

Zagan

His horns look like droopy bunny ears.

He wants Satan to hit him. Add him to the masochist pile.

Wait! Is Satan the reason he has a scar??? I mean, healing is readily available but he still has a massive, deep scar on his face and neck. Does he keep it by choice because Satan gave it to him???

Amosdeus

I have no idea!

He's probably walking sex and violence given how the devils under him seem to act.

Phenix

SIR! YOU'RE THE REASON THIS GAME IS RATED 17+ ALL ON YOUR OWN!

He and Satan would actually probably get along well since Satan is a sadist and Phenix appears to be a masochist.

How do you even function when you are two seconds away from an orgasm at all times.

Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder?

Dantalian

Dude has a death wish so great that it makes him a phenomenal warrior. Like, how many times has he invaded heaven? Are the angels sick of them? Is there a poster at the pearly gates that tells everyone that he's banned?

Again! Hang out in Gehenna! I'm sure someone there will help you out.

Does not know the meaning of the world 'loyalty'.

Lucifer

Are all of his nobles hurt because of him? Why are they all injured? Who heals the healers?

We've seen that the nobles tend to pick up the sin of their kings, but none of the pride nobles seem to be prideful yet. Interesting...

Morax

I'm pretty sure the only reason one of his eyes is uncovered is because Lucifer told him he wasn't allowed to blind himself.

Seriously... who heals the healers? Does he have to wait for him injuries to heal naturally? Does that mean he's out of commission for months at a time???

He's a good general despite his wounds. I mean... the wounds aren't technically even his.

WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS HORNS???

Marbas

He's hard 24/7 considering his fetish is being tied up. Although, I wonder if he developed that fetish before or after Lucifer started keeping him restrained.

He and Lucifer fuuuuuuck.

Uhhhhhh *staring at the bulge in his pants*

Good luck to all you brave souls.

That "I still want to touch you" is giving me that sort of feel like... like Tarzan and Jane, you know? I don't know how to explain it but it makes me soft. I desperately want him to be destructive and violent with the world but soft and sweet with MC.

He's one of the pre-sale units so I'm looking forward to trying him out!

Leviathan

BITING HIM BITING HIM BITING HIM BITING HIM

Needs to be pegged and choked. Grab his hair while railing him from behind and yank it. Be so fucking mean that it makes all the othe devils blush. He loves it

It's actually so adorable that the devils of his kingdom love and adore him. He must be a really good king 🥺

On a personal note, his habit of hiding inside his coffin low-key reminds me when I was a kid and would hide in my closest or sleep under my bed. Glad we're both on the same wavelength of neurodivergent. I'm crawling in with him

I actually love that they specifically that his envy runs so deep that he even envies himself. In a weird way that's a form of self-love.

Barbatos

His hair is so fluffy. I want to brush it.

He's such a smooth talker and will fry the brain of anyone with a praise kink.

He doesn't feel envy. Instead, he causes envy. Seriously! Look at him! The man is post photos hoped model on a magazine cover!

What are those tattoos on his hands? 👀

I'm weak for rose aesthetics.

Foras

He has the prettiest horns. They look like they are made of opal which is my favorite stone

His tattoo writing down his face looks like tears and that's a whole mood.

Do not mistake his gentlemanly kindness for affection. If you go after Leviathan, you will be on his shit list. It's not a fun list to be on.

Do you think Asmodeus is resentful that he's considered the fairest of the devils?

Will gladly accept an orgy with the entirety of Hades based on the three members we know so far.

Mammon

Big... big everywhere. Will bury my face in his titties and suffocate.

Is it wrong of me to think he's the most loving of the kings? He just wants to hold you close and make sweet, sweet love.

Eats ass so well that Beelzebub feels threatened.

He will grope MC's butt at every opportunity, especially if they sleep in the same bed together. He wakes up hard and grinding against them.

Big fan of reverse cowgirl.

Bimet

No time for sex when time is money.

Classism made manifest.

Seriously... give me a few bucks, please. Like, his earrings alone are about $1,000.

You could wash clothes on those abs.

Eligos

Please see this post

Beelzebub

Fuckboi energy

It's required by law to compare his libido to the act of consumption. His also law that he is an oral king. Just be sure you trust his mouth near you...

I want to know why he won't go back to Avisos. He doesn't even want to step foot in his own kingdom, but he won't abdicate the title either.

None of his people seem to express gluttony. I wonder if that's because he's not around to influence them?

Bael

Someone please hug him.

So much angst potential in my porn game.

I am heartbroken for him after hearing he essentially lives as Beelzebub's rreplacement. Do you think he ever wonders where Beelzebub ends and he begins? Does he consider himself a failure for letting Avisos come under mafia rule rather than a monarchy or is he successful for being the head of that mafia?

I'm going to kiss his precious face.

Side note... is that crown on Bael's head actually his horn? He doesn't have a horn otherwise.

Kind of surprised he doesn't have a fake horn to mimic Beelzebub's considering how noticeable the king's is.

Stolas

This man is planning a coup that he knows will fail.

WHAT IS A SIN TO A DEVIL??? WHAT TURNS THIS MAN ON???

Brat energy!

Look at his little blushy face! Is he shy about his massive dick? Can I tease him for it?

Let me bully!

Amon

Bye Felicia.

True definition of chaotic neutral.

If this were a children's cartoon, he'd be the one making all the issues but then also solves them within 20 minutes so someone can tell us the moral of the episode.

I am slightly bothered by his horn not being centered. Please send help.

Minhyeok

Pervert ❤️

I love a good childhood friend trope. Especially when one is obsessed with the other.

Yes, he knows what videos MC watches and he watches them too.

He's so fucking gross. He looks mature and put together, but he's the nastiest person behind closed doors.

He has jerked off with MC's underwear so many times, washed them, then returned them. He thinks about how they could be wearing them all the time.

No, seriously. I images he is absolutely disgusting. He sniffs that seat because he knows MC leaves it wet.

I made a crackpot theory about Solomon and God being the same person (so you are both by proxy of likely being Solomon's reincarnation), but Mihnyeok also makes me think he may be God given how he is your friend (just like Solomon and God).

No, I don't think he's a normal human, but I also don't think he knows he's special.

Gabriel

He wants to fuck God (seriously, look at his fetish).

Yandere and proud.

I'm going to get myself killed. I see hot angel and my brain turns off.

I want to brush his bangs aside and kiss the eye his hiding, then let him finger me stupid.

[just-antithings]

Re: refrainbow (creator of the Boyfriends webtoon) saying the n-word. (Note, I'll be switching between he and they pronouns for refrainbow, since he uses both, I hope it doesn't end up confusing. Also, the bold is to help with reading (at least, it helps with my ADHD, but there's also a td;lr at the bottom as well))

I don't have screenshots or links, but it's been noted that refrainbow has admitted to having said it when he was younger and still learning English (mostly from the internet). They are Indonesian and did not know the history behind the slur. I'm not sure they even knew it was a slur until getting called out for it; from what I've seen, refrainbow thought it was English slang calling someone stupid or bad, due to learning it through I think gaming, where the n-word and other slurs were often thrown around liberally.

People ofc are valid being wary around refrainbow or anyone who's used the n-word or other slurs as general insults (or just saying them in general). No one is entitled to anyone's forgiveness.

One thing I've seen thought up, though, is people saying that refrainbow should have known anyway that the word was off-limits. One anti art-commentary youtuber said, "I knew as a little kid that it was a BAD word, that you just DO NOT say." And yes, as an American kid, I'm sure they were observant enough to realize that it was a horrible word, even if they did not automatically know the history of that word.

Refrainbow is NOT American. He was learning English mainly through the internet, iirc, and even if he was also taking formal English classes, there usually isn't a section on slurs in said language. Now, in my French class, part of the lesson plan was learning about racism north African and Middle Eastern people faced in France (a very compressed lesson; I barely remember what the teacher told us in that lecture). We were not told slurs and told "Do not, under any circumstances, say these words." If I'd been in an online gaming community with a bunch of French kids back then, there is every possibility I could have repeated slurs in French, not knowing they were slurs, if everyone around me were using them like general insults. I would have assumed it was slang first, not slurs.

As for why antis add refrainbow saying the n-word at the very end of a rant/call-out, this is a pretty common tactic that I've seen in call-out-type posts I end up coming across. Lots of buzzwords are used, many with the barest amount of "evidence" (if there is any, or if there is, it's usually worst-faith takes of some post or passage from a fic). Usually it's full of rhetoric meant to stoke people's anger or disgust, and then at the very end is a claim not mentioned in the bulk of the call-out/rant and usually a shorter sentence. It's usually something worse than what else has been stated and may or may not come with actual proof, and this last part might be actually true or true if you hide context around it.

I think there are two main reasons for this. One is that depending on how long the call-out/rant is, most people are more likely to pay attention to just the beginning and end parts, skimming over the rest. Placing "the worse/worst thing" at the end then makes sure people actually read it. Another reason (tied to the first reason) is that this last point is more likely to stick in people's memories this way, so if people only skimmed the rest, they're more likely to believe the other points are true, too, especially if that last point has evidence attached or is easily searched.

There's been a few call-outs in my fandom recently (some were technically responses to earlier call-outs, showing proof that the original people making their call-out posts were lying/twisting the truth), so whenever I find myself getting disgusted or upset, I make sure to go back and read it more closely (if the call-out is about someone I follow/a mutual; I don't have energy to read rants about people I've never heard of before).

td;lr: refrainbow did say the n-word before, he's apologized, explaining that he was still learning English at the time and didn't know how bad the word was, and using points like this at the bottom of a call-out post seems to be deliberate, so that people remember The Bad Thing about the person more clearly.

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[princess-of-the-corner]

Unrelated BUT

I know I've mentioned the whole thing with like. 1.) When Katsuki gets kidnapped, Shoto and Himiko are also kidnapped with him and 2.) I plan to expand on how long they're with the LoV.

But I keep thinking about it and it's kinda fucking funny because like.

This is a /recruitment/ tactic. So the LoV members are like. Being nice to them. Like yeah the three are kidnapped and they're technically still handcuffed with Quirks suppressed because if they're not joining they're gonna be trouble. But the villains are doing more than bare minimum keeping them fed, but also like. Validating their trauma, seeing if they want to join karaoke night, giving older sibling/parental vibes(the trio tricks them into a whole debate because they joke about 'since we're in a bar can we get drunk?' only to be met with 'no you're underage!' which they counter with 'oh so /now/ you care about the laws???')

So it's hard to really say it's an awful experience on the whole.

But it's still high-key traumatizing because there's the fear of just. If they can't escape, if they're not saved in time, if they don't give in..... it's not as if the Villains would let them go, right? And, well. They're already aware of where the Nomu come from.

[weirdcultstuff]

One of the most common things I hear from ex-cult people is that they never felt like really part of the group. A few examples:

“We were first generation, so we didn’t really fit in like the people who’s parents and families were already there.”

“Well, I never finished all the levels of classes/ceremonies/whatever, so technically I wasn’t really a member/specific rank/etc.”

“I belonged to a group/family unit/class/department that was often ostracized by the higher up members of the inner circle, so I didn’t really experience everything that went on.”

These feelings of having not really belonged are valid and often useful when you’re recovering from being in an abusive group. But I think it’s interesting that it’s such a common theme among survivors. It’s testament to how strongly abusive groups like cults depend on making individuals feel inadequate and socially pressured to conform and follow the group.

And if you were in a high demand group and you spent a long time feeling like you just weren’t worthy of acceptance, just know that it’s pretty damn likely that nobody else felt good enough, accepted enough,or like they really belonged either. It’s a core component of brainwashing and manipulation tactics for high-demand groups.

[gumnut-logic]

I've got a cold. It's taken me down rip flyboy but anyway, which brother do you think would say 'bless you' every single time someone sneezes? Which brother does that kind of AGHCHOO that makes them sound like they're being murdered?

I've been on an Indiana Jones binge 'cause that's what I watch when I want warmth and death to embrace me. What do you think the boys would watch? Apollo 13? Indy? Finding Nemo?

T Protocol

Okay, I wrote and this happened. I don't think I answered all of it, but most of it. I hope you feel better soon ::hugs you ever so tight::

Warnings for sick!fic and an off-screen injury, but mostly fluff and comfort, I promise.

I hope this helps at least a little.

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It’s a special protocol. Reserved for only the blanket situations.

In both uses of the word.

There are times when a bug gets loose on Tracy Island and takes them all down, or when the ratio of injured family members to uninjured family members gets skewed in the wrong direction.

This is the protocol that Grandma calls.

This time it is after a flood in Bangladesh. It wasn’t the first time a protocol was called after a flood in the remains of that country, but this time it was complicated by a broken leg and a sprained wrist, both sported by Scott who had flown into a tree.

Virgil had had so many words on the matter, there was a current ice age in progress between the two eldest brothers.

Once the virus reared its ugly not quite alive head in three of the four other brothers, Grandma did not hesitate more than a diagnostic second to shut down IR.

Scott, being Scott could not keep away from any of the snotty brothers despite Grandma’s warnings and before long there were five brothers producing mucus at a disgusting rate.

It was at this point a sneezing Virgil kicked Grandma out of the picture and confined everyone else on the Island to any other place other than where the brothers were. Which was currently the main comms room because Virgil was a softy who couldn’t resist Gordon’s whining.

Okay, technically it wasn’t whining, more a valid plea for time with each other to get through this together. It was possibly a tactic to get Scott and Virgil talking again, but it was definitely designed to torture Virgil’s aching head with b-grade movies that had Alan and Gordon arguing about aliens and sea life for eternity.

‘Can you just…please!” Virgil curled up into a ball on the couch he had stuffed with pillows and begged the painkillers that he had thrown back not minutes earlier to please do their job.

“Sorry, Virg.” Alan’s voice was an octave higher than usual and the words were closer to ‘sowwy, Birg’ but close enough.

Virgil grunted.

John sneezed.

“Bless you.” Three of them said it at the same time. Virgil out of habit, Gordon out of mysticism, and Alan because Gordon said it.

Their youngest brother did have some kind of hero worship for Gordon after all. Gordon never took advantage of it. Well, not since Dad and Scott had ripped him a new one for terrifying Alan enough to induce insomnia in the entire household.

Alan had been too terrified to sleep and had kept everyone awake in the process.

Virgil suspected that the ten-year-old Gordon hadn’t meant to provoke such a reaction in his four-year-old brother, but it had. So telling your little brother about the dreams you might not wake up from, had not been a great idea.

Despite this, little Allie had been wide-eyed about Gordon for most of his life. Not as much as he adored his biggest brother, but enough to get himself into Gordon’s schemes.

They weren’t called the ‘terrible two’ for nothing.

A groan from near Virgil’s feet had him opening one eye.

He shot his big brother a glare. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Scott frowned at him over his leg brace. “Getting a drink.”

“Move another inch and I’m stapling your clothes to that chair.”

That activated his brother’s blue lasers enough to scorch the Earth and Virgil’s t-shirt. “I’m fully capable of looking after myself.” It was followed by a sneeze.

Virgil rolled off the lounge to his feet. “Bless you. Now shut up and stay put. I will get us some supplies.” He steadied himself as his abrupt change in orientation was protested at by his brain.

“I brought stuff!” Gordon protested.

Virgil didn’t bother to look at him. “Real food and drink, Gordon.”

“This is real and super healthy!”

Virgil grunted and climbed out of the sunken lounge. Technically Gordon was correct. Sports drinks and celery bars were good stuff, but Virgil’s stomach roiled at the thought. He needed comfort food.

Or whatever he could manage right now.

Behind him, Scott sneezed again and a chorus of ‘bless you’ sung out from the lounge.

Virgil made his way carefully down to the kitchen and dove into the refrigerator.

The wave of cool air was pure heaven.

He sighed. His fever must still be in play. Explained the headache at least.

“Need a hand?”

Virgil looked up to find John standing at the counter. His brother was a sight. His red hair and pale complexion always conspired to make Johnny look the worst of them when they were sick. His eyes were red and puffy. His nose was in the Rudolph stakes, and honestly, the man looked miserable.

Virgil fought the urge to hug him.

John had been the one to pull Scott out of the river. Virgil and the rest of his brothers had been rescuing a family from a barely floating house. Scott had been in-bound and John had been in Two, as Virgil was needed on the ground.

Bangladesh always took all five brothers. Hell, Kayo had been the lucky one this time having been tied up with hunting down a lost climber in the Pyrenees.

She had been successful. Bangladesh had been mostly successful.

Virgil sneezed.

“Bless you.”

He grunted and rolled back onto his heels. “Screw this.” He shoved the refrigerator closed. “This needs ice cream.”

“God, yes.”

The two of them wobbled their way to the walk-in freezer and loaded up on frozen desserts. A carton each of their favourites and some soda for extra sugar.

“T Playlist?”

Virgil looked up at his little brother. “Definitely. Top Gun it.”

John rolled his tired eyes before thumbing his collar. “Eos?”

“John, you should not be standing up. Your vitals are depressed and you could fall over due to-“

His space brother’s eyes widened. “Eos! I’m fine.”

Virgil frowned at him and if he hadn’t had his arms full of ice cream, he’d have his scanner out.

John must have sensed that. “Really, I’m fine!” He glared at Virgil. “Eos, could you please queue the T protocol playlist on the holoplayer in the lounge. Start point ‘Top Gun’, follow it up with ‘Finding Nemo’ and Dory, ‘Need for speed’, and throw in one of the ‘Fast and Furious’.” He smirked at Virgil. “Top it up with the 1990’s Mummy series.”

So, sue him, he loved a good Librarian adventure.

Virgil glared at John and cut him off. “Eos, chuck in ‘Apollo 13’ and ‘2001: a Space Odyssey’. There would be so much space debate sparked by that last one. “Actually, throw in all the Star Wars movies.”

“Just the twenty or did you want the branching series as well?” Was that glee in her voice?

“Just the movies. Oh, and ‘The Lord of the Rings’ trilogy, extended version.”

“Are you intending on sleeping at some point?” Eos had obviously been taking notes from John, her tone was pure parent.

John’s smirk proved everything.

Virgil gave him a flat stare in return. “I have no doubt there will be sleep.” Especially his own. ‘Top Gun’ was far from his favourite.

Together they stumbled back up the stairs, arms laden with all the goodies, to find the sunken lounge full of rugs, pillows, cushions and all the comfy stuff. Gordon’s doing, no doubt.

His fish brother already had Allie half asleep under one arm.

Virgil and John stepped carefully into the pile of comfort and handed out their goodies as the first strains of the movie bounced around the room.

If Scott’s eyes lit up at the sight of his favourite ice cream, Virgil wasn’t going to say anything because he was still supposed to be pissed with his brother for colliding with that tree and scaring all Virgil’s hair colour off his head.

But honestly, he loved to see his big brother happy.

Which was why ‘Top Gun’ was queued first, why he handed Scott his fudge-monstrosity of a flavour to him, with his favourite spoon, and why he sat down next to his big brother regardless.

There followed a couple of hours of old Air Force zooming and nooming about, and strutting their stuff for the girls.

Scott’s grin was massive. But ice cream is full of carbohydrate and fat, and enough was consumed that about halfway through the movie, Scott began to wilt.

Virgil was already half asleep, but alert enough to let his head drop against Scott’s shoulder in just the right position…and yes, Scott’s head dipped to lean against Virgil’s and his breathing evened out.

Yes, he was pissed with his brother for taking a risk that possibly could have been avoided and then falling in the drink and giving Virgil a heart attack when he couldn’t respond.

But he was still Scott, and Virgil had fallen asleep to ‘Top Gun’ playing in the background so many times in his life, it was almost automatic.

Across the lounge, John was murmuring something to Alan, and Gordon was already snoring on his side.

Really, they rarely got past ‘Top Gun’, it was a definite sleep inducer.

Someone gently took the carton of melting ice cream from his hands, but his headache was finally going down under the painkillers and he was comfortable, and his big brother was safe, and Tom Cruise really was a bore.

He was sleeping before he knew it.

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