#generally never being attentive or sympathetic to my feelings

[skater110599]

Listen.... I know full well why I’m crushing so hard on Prince Eric and we’re just gonna embrace it

[princess-tulip-writes]

honey bun • poly!batboys

genre: smut

summary: reader is ovulating, so her three mates make it their mission to get her pregnant by pumping her full.

a/n: this piece serves two meanings: my 1k special, with a dedication to my lovely @redbleedingrose for both the idea and a lil gift. i hope you all enjoy!

you knew that the moment you agreed to move into town house with all three of your mates that it was going to be very chaotic— sexy, but chaotic.

and mother, were you right.

everyday was something new, adventurous and full of love, even though each male had a different way of expressing their love, communicating was never much of an issue. you were spoiled rotten by the three illyrian’s, both emotionally and financially, and never doubted the amount of love they had for you.

although, they were very wholesome and sweet, they sure could fuck like they hated you— especially during fertility season.

“fuck, get ready take another load, baby.” cassian grunts out into your shoulder, feeling his balls tighten as he ruts into you.

you were already pumped with your high lord’s cum, twice, and you knew there was four more rounds of semen to come before you were anywhere near finished for the night— not that you were complaining.

it was like a dream to be pumped full with not only one, but three different sets of illyrian cum, and at least two times each at that. the consequences being a sore cunnie the next morning and a possible babe announcement next month; exactly what they were hoping for.

cassian came seconds after for the first time that night, joining his brother’s sticky mess inside of your womb with his own. his heavy breathes cascaded off of the skin of your neck and sent shivers down your whole body, your shaking legs tightening around his waist and pulling him in deeper— if that was even possible.

“f-fuck, your cunt’s so lovely.” he chuckled into your shoulder, but the laughter faded into a whimper as the new sensitivity of his cock came apparent when you became tighter around him.

the both of you took a breath before the general slowly pulled out of your dripping pussy with a hiss, and softly pushed back into the sopping mess of your cunt.

“so fucking messy in here now.”

a dark chuckle sounded from the right side of the bed, snapping you out of your subby and filled headspace as butterflies abrupt within you from the familiar sound.

rhysand.

you turned your attention to the male, eyes quickly finding his violet ones and softening them as he takes in your fucked out state. the smirk on his face gentles, yet the fist around his cock doesn’t flatter.

he cocks his head at you, a tell of his fake sympathetic mood.

“awe, my darling, do you feel full already?” he asks softly.

you babble an incoherent agreement, one that only your mates would understand, followed by a fast nod and a whimper as cassian hits your sensitive gummy walls over and over and over until your stomach knots again.

your mates knew too well that you were close again, and the two beside you quicken the pace on their cocks as the one inside of you fucks you faster, ignoring the painful sensitivity of his cock.

“look at me, pretty girl.”

azriel.

you obeyed thoughtlessly, immediately directing your eye contact to the shadowsinger, where your head had been laid on his thigh all night.

“good, good girl.” his free hand found the side of your face, grimacing at the left over saliva on your cheek where rhysand had licked a few tears away earlier, but smiled down at you anyway.

“wanna cum baby?” he asked gently, eyes intently watching yours for hesitation or pain but was met with an enthusiastic nod instead. “you can cum then, princess. go ahead.”

with a small scream and a harsh arch of your back, you did. you clenched tightly around cassian’s cock once more, creaming around the thick base and pushing some illyrian cum out accidentally.

“such a pretty girl.” rhysand spoke as he watched the way your body shook. “one more round from you cass, then it’s azriel’s turn.”

“ ‘s not gonna be long then.” cassian responded, feeling the euphoria of another orgasm closely approaching as his strong hips picked up inside of you, slamming into your hips roughly and undoubtedly bruising them.

you didn’t seem to mind, in fact they all recall watching you buck you hips to meet his, as if you were begging for another fill of his cum.

a wish that would very soon be fulfilled.

“she wants it, cassian.” azriel encouraged. “she wants it so bad.”

with a loud growl, warm liquid coated your walls once more and joined the other three puddles in your womb.

the male above you shook lightly, huffing out breaths as he regained his strength to switch. but you were too tight, too warm, too wet to pull out of, a drug cassian shamelessly become addicted to as he stilled his hips.

after a minute too long, the oldest brother shoved at the male’s shoulder with a hiss that meant ‘move’.

“you’re lucky she likes you so much, brother.” he groaned before reluctantly removing himself.

though he didn’t roll over without a ‘thank you’ kiss to your lips, slipping his tongue along your own quickly before joining rhysand against the head board.

“my turn, isn’t it, beautiful?” azriel mumbled to you, his thumb stroking your jaw softly as he carefully slid his thigh from under your neck and slipping off the bed. “do you need a break?”

as usual, you shook you head to the offer as you made grabby hand motions at him, watching your mate position himself between your thighs with a lazy smile on both your faces.

his eyes studied your face for any pain or discomfort as he tapped the head of his hungry cock on your clit lightly, teasing you just as he always did.

“put it in, please.” you whined causing all three of your mates to chuckle softly at your eagerness for the spymaster’s cum.

rhysand quirked an eyebrow at you. “i don’t remember you being in any place to call the shots, darling.”

before you could apologize, azriel slipped inside of your aching cunt, still standing between your legs but his eyes moved onto your harden nipples. memories of sucking on them previous to your first load of cum of the night flashed through his mind as your lip wobbled at your lord’s scolding tone.

“leave her be, rhys. it’s not her fault her womb loves my cum so much. is it, princess?”

you shook your head, babbling another incoherent version of ‘no’.

“gods, she is so fucking full. so much godsdamn cum inside this cunt, it’s practically leaking out.” azriel hissed to his brothers as seed poured around his cock with each inch deeper that he pushed inside.

“don’t worry, she won’t let it spill, will you, sweetheart?” cassian cooed at you.

“n-no, i-i-i promise.”

azriel smirked at you proudly, and increased the speed of his hips for you.

you gasped when his cock directly pounded into your spongey spot, and you could feel another orgasm approaching already.

“good fucking girl.”

before azriel could announce your impending arrival, rhysand kneeled beside your face, hands cradling your cheeks. confusion spread across your face as he maneuvered your head to his liking, but you understood once the leaking head of his cock pressed to your lips.

“i’d hate to waste my cum, darling, but i’m afraid i can’t wait.” he explained. “open up.”

[dinofromspac3]

Hi! Could I have 10,11 and 12’s reaction to alien reader? Perhaps realising their supposedly’human’ companion is very obviously in a human form. And that they aren’t themself, human?

I’m thinking maybe they convince reader to show their alien form more, or etc in general!

Maybe have readers alien form have yk, multiple arms? Or multiple eyes!

Sorry if this is to specific!

I absolutely love this idea! I sort of made into head canon form, I hope you don’t mind<3

Also, thank you for being my first request!

Enjoy <3

(also I think I may have only done what you actually asked for 12… oops)

Doctor Who Masterlist

10th Doctor

You’ve been traveling with the Doctor for a while, and you feel like he’s opened up to about some pretty serious stuff.

You’re happy that he’s come around to trusting you, but you can’t help but feel terribly guilty for hiding your true identity.

You were a Stask. A shape-changing lifeform that allowed you to pass as human for many years.

Your true form, however, was a grey-skinned, six-eyed, humanoid, with long white hair.

The longer you traveled with him, the more it ate away at you. Until one day, you couldn’t hide it any longer.

You left your room on the TARDIS and went to find the Doctor. He was easy enough to find, he was almost always in the console room. And if he wasn’t he was usually in the library.

“Um, Doctor?” You spoke up, calling his attention to you. You were nervous. What if he hated you for this? No, you mustn’t dwell on such things.

“Y/n!” He replied enthusiastically. He took a few steps towards you, but stopped in his tracks when he saw your face and your stature. “Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“I… I have something to tell you,” you expressed, as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

“What is it? What happened?” He pressed, growing more concerned.

No matter how many times you stammered, and started over. You just couldn’t seem to get the words out.

He stared at you, his face full of worry. He could tell something wasn’t right, but he wasn’t sure why. And didn’t like not knowing.

You took a deep breath and did the only other thing you could think to do. You changed back to your true form, right in front of his eyes.

Your hair went white, and your skin back to its dull grey that you never liked. It was one of the reasons you never stayed in your true form.

His eyes went wide for a moment before his face scrunched up in total confusion. “What?!”(WOT!?) He exclaimed.

“Please don’t be mad!” You winced at his reaction, holding your hands out in front of you.

“You’re a Stask,” he pointed out the obvious, clearly dumbfounded by it all.

“Yes…”

“But-but-but what!?�� He said again.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” you began dejectedly. “I understand if you want me to go.”

“Go? Go where?” The Doctor asked. Seriously, after one big shock, it takes a minute for his brain to reboot.

You just shrugged.

He shook his head, sympathetically. “No, I don’t want you to go.”

“Really!?” You felt your heart swell at that. He didn’t want you to leave, he was just a bit surprised.

11th Doctor

You’d been traveling with the Doctor for over 2 years now. Ever since he saved your life when you were trapped on that 54th century space shuttle.

The crew was human, so you’d disguised yourself as a human to avoid awkward stares. As your true form had deep violet skin, 5 inky black eyes, and pointed ears.

Your species was called Anziks. Of the many shape changer races in the universe you were not one of them, however, your people had the most advanced Shimmer technology in 3,000 neighboring galaxies. It was almost undetectable and much more comfortable than most others.

Of course, you had been wearing one when the Doctor found you. And you had been wearing it since, only taking it off when you were alone in your room on the TARDIS.

Often on your adventures you’d make passing remarks or jokes about how “humans are silly” and remembering things from your home planet. The Doctor never seemed to notice, at least he didn’t let on that he did.

Even with Anziks’s advanced Shimmer technology, it still got stuffy and little difficult to breathe after wearing it for a long period of time.

Today it was particularly bad.

The Doctor was rambling on about something, you really couldn’t say what. You had dismissed yourself quickly, heading straight to your room.

Immediately when you entered your room, you dropped the shimmer, and your deep indigo skin faded back to view, along with your ears and eyes.

You could’ve sworn you shut the door, but the next thing you knew you turned around after taking a breath, only to freeze completely, like a deer in headlights.

The Doctor stood there, a strange metal box he was holding, clattered to the floor.

“Doctor!” You practically screamed, as you quickly put the Shimmer back on, hoping somehow he’d forget.

But it was no use, he’d seen it. You’d been caught.

“Y/n?” He sputtered out, pointing at you. “No! No, no, no, no!”

“I can explain!” You blurted. “I swear I can explain! P-please don’t be angry!”

The Doctor opened his mouth to speak several times, each time with a new hand gesture, but he wasn’t really making any progress on saying anything.

You sighed, still feeling a little like you were choking in your Shimmer. And so you dropped it again, allowing the Doctor to see you how you truly looked.

His mouth snapped shut as he gaped at you.

“I don’t know why I hid it,” you admitted. “I’m sorry.”

“S-so y-you’re a-a-a—“ he stammered.

“An Anziks,” you finished for him. “I’ve been wearing a Shimmer. At first it was just for the job, to keep people from staring at me.”

“Then… we got stranded, and hunted by those Kruuls…” You explained. “and then you came and rescued me and I… there just wasn’t a good time.”

“I see,” he said, his face still slightly pale from the unexpected news.

“Are you angry with me?” You asked, hopeful he would say no.

And to your delight, he shook his head, and relief washed over you like a warm blanket of water.

He smiled and said, “It’s just nice to finally see you.”

12th Doctor

You’d only been traveling with the Doctor for a couple of months.

He was strange, and wonderful and kind, but still you were nervous to tell him your secret.

Today, you decided to confess to him, before the lie went on for too long.

You walked into the TARDIS console room, where he was reading a book on the second level. He noticed you come in but he didn’t look up.

“Doctor,” you said, taking a few more steps toward him. “I have something to tell you.”

He still didn’t look up. He licked his finger, and turned the page of his book. “Okay,” he said.

You let out a sort of shaky sigh at his aloof attitude. “Doctor, I think you should put the book down for a moment. It’s a bit… serious.”

He looked looked up at you, realizing how serious you were being, and decided to close the book as set it on the table next to him. He waited for you to continue.

You took a deep breath, before looking back at him. “I am… not human.”

He stared at you blankly, and you cringed at what that could mean.

“That’s it?” The Doctor asked, taking you completely off guard.

“W-what?”

“I mean, no offense, Y/n,” he continued. “But you’re not exactly good at hiding it.”

Now it was your turn to stare blankly at him. He’d known? How long had he known?

“So tell me,” the Doctor smiled at you. “Where are you from?”

“I…” you started, wanting to question him, but instead answered his question. “Scravikos 5.”

“Ah, Scravikos 5,” he repeated warmly. “So, you must be hiding that lovely second set of arms then?”

“Um… yes,” you said, still completely dumbfounded that he knew all along. “H-how long have you known?”

“Oh, I knew right away,” he scoffed. “It was very obvious.”

“But… you never said?”

“Why would I?” The Doctor questioned.

You shook your head, and shrugged. “Because I lied to you, I suppose?”

“Oh really it was nothing,” he waved off your reasoning. “How long have you had your arms tucked away?”

“About 8 months,” you responded. You had crashed landed on Earth a few months before you met the doctor, and you’d hidden the only thing that was your dead giveaway that you weren’t human.

Well, that must be terribly uncomfortable,” he sympathized. It was a little, and you silently tilted your head in agreement. “Well, you don’t need to hide them here,” he said, urging you to be comfortable in your own skin again.

“Oh, you mean…” you started, eyes wide in surprise at his acceptance, although truly you weren’t sure why you were surprised. He just nodded.

At that you allowed your second set of arms to sprout out of your back. With them out again, it felt instantly easier to breathe.

The Doctor smiled, and you smiled.

And you never hid them again, save for a few choice time period adventures.

[theheirofthesharingan]

Hi,it annoys me when Itachi is paired with Sakura, does anyone really think that the could fall in love with her?He won't even look at her,but how do you feel about this couple?

Anti-S*kura/ anti Ita*ku/anti ss content ahead.

I've written about it before too. Here.

It annoys me too. This is my honest reaction to the ship. (It's probably someone's art, so if anyone knows the artist's name or blog, please let me know. i'll credit them).

I haven't interacted with her fans a lot (their general hate for Itachi just makes me want to not talk to them), so the psychology behind anyone shipping her with Itachi is entirely lost on me. He would certainly not fall in love with her. I can't see him falling in love with anyone, least of all, her. He's so damaged and guilt-ridden, and he has absolutely nothing he can offer in a romantic relationship. He's broken, suicidal, and suffers from the most severe form of PTSD, so what can he do that she will find charming? In all of Itachi's ships, his partner(s) would have to work hard to make it work. We know she isn't the kind of person who does it, or pays attention to someone unless her own feelings are being rewarded or coddled.

I don't know how she's written in the fics (I've never read them), but if the writers are making her sympathetic, thoughtful, understanding, kind, generous where her ulterior motives do not lie, then that's just not her actual personality. You can't write their core characteristics as it is and think they can be shipped together. There's absolutely nothing he'll like in her. If he did think something of her obsession towards Sasuke he would have acquiesced to SS and reached out to her instead of Naruto.

She's just shoehorned into both Itachi and Sasuke's lives as their potential life partner, which is wild because Sasuke just didn't care about her until very last and Itachi... oh, well.

You guys really made me give more thought to her in the last 2-3 days than I did in the last 13 months of having seen and read Naruto. Many people unfollowed me recently, lmao. Could be a coincidence too that some deleted their blogs or maybe unfollowed me for other reasons. But still.. xD

[animentality]

I feel the reason why we don’t see a lot of people in the fandom who loudly hate durgetash or durgetash shippers (compared to the very loud backlash against people who, for example, headcanon Asterian as a doting father family man or etc) is that I think the Durgetash delusion is just kind of. Easy to understand? In general. Even for people who dont like or ship it. Like even though it’s very much a delusion built out of random scraps of game lore and notes and character animations, I feel like those scraps are so generically Compelling that it’s easy can see how people actually got here, way more than other obviously delusional ships in other fandoms. Or even in this one. Like you can’t really explain from anything in game why you think Asterian would make a good father (no offense to anyone on that grind 😭). But you can point to the prayer for forgiveness and Gortash’s unique animations when talking to Durge specifically, and recognise at LEAST what got people started, if not the fanon that followed.

Ironically this could ALSO be delusional on my part lol like maybe I’m just not seeing it somehow, but genuinely I have not noticed anywhere near the amount of discourse over Durgetash as I would expect from a similar ship in literally any other fandom. So I have just been trying to think about why! Is the delusion ultimately that sympathetic or are we just so in our own bubble that people don’t even know?

(Especially when Gortash himself is so very hated by most normal players for VERY correct reasons. Like he is SO hate-able. And I do see tons of posts of people saying they don’t get why people like him, but never to the level of what I would consider discourse. My Karlach-loving ass sure hated him until I played Durge and paid more attention to him and learned to enjoy him more from that funny gay villain angle, while still maintaining that Karlach and the Gondians and every refugee in the outer city deserve to beat him into a pulp ultimately - but I feel thats a common origin story for durgetashers lol)

You missed the outcry over the Franc letter being edited, huh?

We had a good couple of days of "Gortash isn't bisexual" discourse.

It's the most rowdy I've ever seen the fandom.

But you're correct in that Astarion fans will always be louder.

Gortash is evil and he's harder to woobify.

Doesn't mean we won't do it, though.

As for the general reason for Durgetash not being as intense as other ships, well.

How many people really play the Dark Urge?

Not many, I'd warrant. How many people care about Gortash at all?

Not many.

Now how many ship those two together....a good number, but it's still a small population, compared to the Astarion, Gale, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Karlach fans out there.

So it's just smaller, is all.

We try not to elbow each other too much, or we'll crowd crush in the broom closet of the hospital we're all crammed in, as Astarion fans are brought into Emergency Care after a night down in the discourse mines.

[phantoms-planet]

Barred Protection

Chapter Two

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It wasn’t hard, per say, to keep up his public persona at the museum’s fundraising gala, but it was beginning to agitate him that he hadn’t been able to get close to Percy Daelus the entire two hours he’d been there. Everyone and their dog wanted to speak with him.

It was understandable of course. People wanting to invest in the new company, or thank him for what he did, or try and schmooze their way into getting discounts and partnerships. That was just the way these things were at galas unfortunately.

“B!” Dick’s hiss was only heard by him, being that it was through the comms. “Go to the bathroom, Daelus is on his way there!”

Bruce quickly excused himself from the conversation he hadn’t really cared about. Thankfully no one stopped him on the way and he was through the door before the target, meaning he could ‘go to the bathroom’ and be waiting at the sink.

An odd skill to have, faking bodily function, but one that had come in handy more than Bruce would ever guess if he hadn’t been the one to employ the skill. It was just as he put soap on his hands that Percy Daelus stepped up to the sink next to him. The man was unassuming in looks. Brown hair and eyes, average build, no distinct markings like freckles or moles. He was the most boring thirty four year old Bruce had ever seen.

“Ah! Mr. Wayne? Goodness I never thought I would get the pleasure to meet you in person. I dreamed, of course, but never that it would be in a bathroom.” Daelus chuckled slightly. His face had lit up like he’d been gifted the world.

Bruce smiled as water flowed on his hands. “Some of the best meetings are in the strangest places. It’s nice to meet you Mr…?”

“Daelus! Percy Daelus, I own the Ameliorate corporation.” Daelus was practically vibrating with excitement, bouncing on his heals a bit before soaping his hands.

“Oh yes, that new medical company! Brilliant work you’re doing, goodness knows Gotham has needed something like this for a long time.” A little flattery tended to go a long way with anyone new to high end circles. It certainly didn’t hurt right then.

Daelus beamed as he dried his hands. “That means quite a lot coming from you sir.”

Bruce opened the door for him. “No need to call me sir. I’ve heard good things about your company; I’ve been considering getting a consultation myself.”

“You look fit as a fiddle Mr. Wayne.” Bruce led him towards the hors d’oeuvres table. He both wanted Daelus closer to Dick for better analyzing and wanted something to eat.

“Well truth be told Mr. Daelus, it wouldn’t be for me. You see my middle child, Tim? He’s been having health issues after needing an organ removed.” Daelus’s face twisted into a sympathetic frown. “A mother at my youngest’s school mentioned her immune compromised daughter was feeling much better after receiving some of your medicine.”

He seemed to be genuinely proud at that. “Oh, so glad to hear it! You know, I could do a personal consultation with your son. You inspired me to make my company so it would be my pleasure to help him.”

Bruce had to quickly choke down…well, he wasn’t sure actually. He had been so focused on his goal that he had grabbed whatever was closest on the table. Whatever it was had a mild kick to it.

Pulling out his brightest smile, Bruce placed his hand to his chest. “That’s very generous, you don’t have to! I know being an owner of a company leaves your schedule quite full.”

“No no,” Daelus gestured vaguely. “I insist on it Mr. Wayne. I want to be sure everyone who needs our help gets the attention they need. And getting your son treatment so he feels better, maybe some medication to boost his system, it would truly be no problem at all!”

“Pull the overly protective parent bit B.” Dick suggested. “Like ‘oh but I feel better knowing exactly where my kids’s things come from’ or something like that. It won’t even be that hard for you!” Bruce pointedly ignored that.

He was a prepared father, not overprotective. Maybe. “Thank you very much. I’m not sure how I feel about the medication, however. Not that I don’t see how brilliant it is of course!”

Bruce let some of his worries show through. Truthfully Tim being compromised did make him anxious if he had to admit it, really what good parent wouldn’t be worried after their child lost a spleen. “But I really like to vet everything my kids take personally. Meet the scientists, tour the business, all that. They’re the most important thing in my life, you see, and I want to be sure they get the best there is.

Daelus nodded quite sternly. “I understand completely Mr. Wayne. Our children are our future; you can’t play around with their lives like a game. It’s incredibly admirable that you would keep track of these things so closely just for their health.”

“I don’t normally offer this,” Daelus held a hand to his chest with a warm smile that didn’t quite fully reach his eyes. “But we could arrange a tour so you can feel secure with our products.

 Yes! Bruce waved the thought away as if it weren’t exactly what he had been aiming for. “I wouldn’t want to ask too much by asking to poke my nose into your company’s workings.”

“Oh no Mr. Wayne, nothing would be asking too much from you!”

“Bet you twenty he’s just trying to get you as a financial backer. He’s laying this on really thick.”

Bruce was inclined to agree with his oldest. “Well, if you’re sure; it would be delightful to see how your brilliant scientists create these medicines. And if it helps Tim, and others of course, I would be more than happy to put some donations in to help further the research.’

Daelus flashed another million-dollar smile. “That’s very generous of you! Tell me when you’re next free and I’ll clear the whole day for you. Better yet,” He pulled out a card. “You can call whenever you would like and I’ll drop everything!”

[xinnabon]

he's the type to...!!!

#kazuha & albedo x gn!reader

note; "he's the type to" edition!!! but these are basically just wholesome, on crack, short, and definitely hcs that don't make sense at all.

requests are allowed to be sent but do take in mind that i will take longer than expected since i would require your patience over this. also no nsfw, i'm a minor.

i don't think this is proof read since i just wanted to post after months.

+KAZUHA

he's the type to dance like old married couples with you. life awaits him and now that you're here, many outcomes behold in the future to the two of you as time comes, as he wants you to be a part of it.

he's the type to wait for you. if you're going to be gone long, he'll support you and still stay loyal. why is that?

he's the type to sing for you. the questionable thing is, its like he's alluring you to sleep after a hard day. he has some poems he made and just make it in song form to just make you more sleepier just trying to understand what it means. i do wonder if it does matter.

he's the type to be like a knight. even though he is a noble himself, it is never a burden to sweep you up your feet. saving you and saving himself.

he's the type to lift your stuff. maybe when you try moving in with him, he'd do all sorts of things just to make you feel welcomed enough, or its just simply carrying certain grocery. who knows.

he's the type to write about you ACCIDENTALLY. maybe he'd reflect it over something he foresaw or just something he takes value of and inspired him. as he progresses, it eventually turns about you.

(previous bullet extended) "a promise is made out of true loyalty and devotion in committing to someone. either you spouse, friend, family, or even to someone as hard as rock to figure out, it is still a must to be able to harnest your ability and fulfil it. someday, somewhere, somehow, i'll have the will to promise to my own spouse. to make due with at the end of " he scraps it off. (bonus if he just keeps it somewhere instead)

he's the type to save drafts from his writing. he probably has a lot and likes looking at it since it sounds so direct and a few mistakes... just often poorly written or not understandable enough to comprehend.

he's the type to be caught rambling too much about a certain topic or interest by "reflection". he'd go all out and get sympathetic, just by thinking as well what other people would think about it. you sometimes tell him over and over again but maybe he can't stop because it may take advantage of him.

+ALBEDO

he's the type to never judge. even at times of being reckless, he wouldn't bother to pressure you further. he is someone to trust whenever you fear of one's opinion or possible judgement that can lead as an offense. no. he would never.

he's the type to doodle. whenever you come by while he is working or watching him work, he does horrible but cute doodles of the both of you while writing specific formulas or other materials he does. he thinks that it serves as entertainment for you.

he's the type to ramble and fidget around. again, working. you can hear him spitting out certain hypothesis, possibilities, formulas, or literally... anything. he likes it just because he thinks that it can help progress his mind more.

he's the type to be clueless. maybe the first time you were trying to court him, he thought you were just trying to hell regardless of the weird pick up lines you did to get his attention. you literally told him off that you liked him and the fact he only knew now at that moment.

he's the type to accidentally baby you. he's pretty much used to being with klee all the time to the point he is overly protective even if you doubt it. as in, he would ask if you are comfortable with him or not. maybe he does need a break.

he's the type to generally not know how to cook. he'd kept asking you how to just to spend some time and improve. all he probably knows is just to make daily every morning coffee.

he's the type to be less self-conscious around you. people are horribly terrifying to be with because it's either they'd want to test you or even aggravate you to your limit. not you. no. you'd never do that to him. he did thought about it but as timed leaned and further passed, with you, nothing will interfere.

he's the type to be your tutor. history or chemistry, he'd know. instant head aches just hearing him teach you but he doesn't bother to make an issue out of it. but of course, he'll be cut out in trying to go a more simpler level for you. (not an insult...)

he's the type to do crossword puzzles or just puzzles in general. he can be bored or just in a burnt out, and you know all about the cerebrum and testing your brain to become more knowledgeable per puzzle or anything. he liked asking you if you ever want to do some with him but maybe that's your fault for the lack of capacity you contain in your head that you refuse to at times.

[inamindfarfaraway]

What are your thoughts on Duela Dent? Specifically her Pre-Crisis backstory—before she was retconned to not even being related to Harvey for Some Reason. I think there could be some interesting themes about generational trauma and how his own childhood severely impacted Harvey’s relationship with his own daughter.

Harvey and Gilda having a kid who becomes a superhero to try to redeem her heritage is a great concept, and like a lot of great concepts, DC dropped it down the drain. But that’s what fanon is for! There’s so much you can explore with Duela. If I were to remake her myself, I’d do away with the whole Joker’s Daughter and Harlequin identities, at least after the initial phase of her trying to get Batman’s attention by pretending to be other supervillains’ daughter; and instead have her reflect Harvey and Two-Face’s themes of duality and justice. Like, maybe her heroic identity has a Lady Justice theme with a symbol of scales, a sword for a weapon and a tied domino mask with coloured lenses to mimic a blindfold. Or maybe she defiantly avoids all things duality-related to disown her father’s evil legacy, only to later incorporate her own version of it as she accepts him as a part of her. It doesn’t feel right to have her so associated with the Joker and similar to Harley Quinn when she isn’t even related to them, especially when they’re both very popular and present in DC already (in the Joker’s case, far more than he deserves). Let’s keep her a Dent first and foremost.

Anyway, onto the relationships! I like the idea that Harvey and Gilda wanted kids and them trying before the acid attack and turning out to have succeeded after the dad is a crime lord or in Arkham Asylum is so perfectly tragic. Maybe Harvey “Definitely Not Hanging on by a Thread” Dent wants to be a dad partly, subconsciously to prove to himself that he can be the opposite of his father, to create the ultimate proof that he isn’t doomed to fail and suffer and ruin everything he touches, that he’s capable of having a healthy, happy family and can handle his C-PTSD just fucking fine. In essence, to ‘redeem’ and stick it to his own terrible childhood and paternal heritage. The cycle of generational trauma can’t have that much power over him if he breaks it, can it? No more power than Gotham’s cycle of violence and corruption will have once he, Bats and Gordon take the streets back for the people! A nice work/personal life parallel that mirrors how Bruce doesn’t stop thinking like Batman when he takes the cowl off. But then the trial happens. And then Gilda misses her period. And now Harvey, unable to find a way out of perpetuating Gotham’s vicious cycle, is an absent father with an ever-growing criminal record who perpetuates his familial one. He passes that whole toxic mindset down to his child. He loves her so much and hates that he’s failing her! It’s just that you can’t hate yourself into a better person, so the ‘Oh God, I’m becoming my father’ stress on top of everything else wrong with him actually makes him spiral lower faster.

Two-Face, I believe, loves Gilda as much as Harvey does (though she doesn’t seem to love him back). I’d imagine he loves Duela too. I bet Duela is the only thing both he and Harvey can ignore the coin for. Two-Face loves in a particularly “If anything happens to her, I will kill everyone in Gotham and then myself” way. Of course, he makes things happen to her. Growing up with your dad, or his alter or whatever, committing murder and terrorism and such on the news is not fun. She could easily be bullied because of Harvey and Two-Face. So she would really resent them, especially the more immoral Two-Face, before gaining a more objective, nuanced understanding of them and struggling to reconcile how awful her daddy issues have felt her entire life with the causes of them being sympathetic and not beyond rehabilitation. When she becomes a superhero, does she avoid Gotham to avoid them? Does she never go on patrol while Two-Face is at large? Or does she seek the system out for catharsis, or the desperate, painful need to know her father in any capacity? Do they have incredibly awkward fights? The drama writes itself, but there’s a lot of comic potential too.

Duela: Dad, for fuck’s sake, go to therapy.

Two-Face: That’s my girl! We’re so proud of you, sweetheart! I mean, the way you took out my best muscle, that was amazing.

Duela: (rolls her eyes) Therapy. Now.

Two-Face, still robbing the bank: Right, right. In a minute. And don’t stay out too late again. It’s a school night. A little bit of financial redistribution really doesn’t have to be your problem, you know. Just saying.

Henchman: I didn’t know you had a daughter, boss. Seeing you act like this is so -

Two-Face: Finish that sentence and you’ll get a closed-casket funeral.

Duela: Dad!

Two-Face: Sorry. It can be open casket.

Duela: (sighs) Put your gun down and stop stealing the public’s money, or I will start vaping to cheer myself up.

Two-Face: Alright, Jesus! I’m coming!

Does he kill innocent people, sells drugs and guns and torture the Batkids without losing any sleep over it? Yes. Is he absolutely horrified by the thought of his little girl being unhappy? Also yes. Will he stop doing the aforementioned activities that she’s unhappy about? …Later. After she’s done all her homework.

Everything about Gilda is underdeveloped in canon, but she’s usually depicted as unconditionally loving Harvey despite his crimes. Having a child to worry about complicates that. The Dent system are in no condition to coparent. They might even be dangerous, if not directly. Completely cutting your husband out of your life is hard and could hurt your daughter, but so could taking her to visit him in Arkham every weekend. Offering your heart is one thing, exposing your kid’s is another. The conspicuously on-theme name Duela sticks out to me. Did Harvey, newly fixated on duality, get to name her? Was that a concession Gilda gave him while they were arranging for him to have little to no involvement in her life? Does Gilda tell Duela stories about the good in Harvey and their past together? How comfortable is she discussing who he’s become? Is she willing to forgive, or perhaps rather put aside, every atrocity the system could possibly commit except deliberately hurting their daughter? What happens if somehow one of them crosses that line?

One thing I don’t need to question is that Duela is the ultimate mother’s girl. If a villain threatens Gilda to get to her, so help them. She might have no interest in law because look how well taht career turned out for, but be an avid artist, in Gilda’s field of sculpting and/or different mediums. Art can be very therapeutic, after all. And Duela undoubtedly needs therapy. (“I’ll go back to Arkham if you talk to the school counsellor tomorrow!” “I’m not killing people!” “That’s no excuse!”) You could have a fun contrast between her having an archetypical creative type’s disorganized, expressive, eccentric personality as a civilian and her serious vigilante persona being all about rationality, clarity and balance. Chaos and order in one. Her costume and equipment could even be black and white while her art and casual clothes are brightly coloured.

[sokkastyles]

Hi,

Hope you are doing well. Thank you for the response on TSR. I had another question regarding TSR.

I was reading a comment about Kataang, and in that comment one thing that caught my attention was that Aang never asked about Kya's death, whereas Zuko did and that got me thinking. It shows that Zuko is willing to figure out why Katara was angry, whereas Aang did not ask, and from my memories of TLA episodes, its never implied that Aang ever asked about Kya, even off screen, otherwise he may have understood in TSR, why Katara needed to make the trip at the start or perhaps not. This seems like a problem with Aang and Katara's friendship. I am not sure whether Aang's age can be used as a factor here.

This is not about the ships, just a thought I had. I would like your thoughts on this.

Yes, I definitely think this is a huge reason why Katara felt alienated by Aang, and not just Aang, but Sokka, too. In general, I think the lack of support Katara gets vs how much she gives to others came to a head in that episode.

As other people have pointed out, Aang's reaction to Katara talking about her mother's death, which she does in order to prepare him for what he might find at the Southern Air Temple, before he realizes what has happened to his people, is to dismiss her. He's not doing this because he doesn't care about her loss, but he's doing it because he doesn't want to face the truth about his own loss, and is very unintentionally careless and condescending.

Katara: [Close-up of Katara.] Well, I just want you to be prepared for what you might see. The Fire Nation is ruthless. [Sadly.] They killed my mother, and they could have done the same to your people.

Aang: [Ponders over her words for a bit. Hopefully.] Just because no one has seen an airbender, doesn't mean the Fire Nation killed them all. They probably escaped!

Katara: [Places one hand on Aang's shoulder.] I know it's hard to accept.Aang[Cheerfully, as Katara moves her hand back to her side.] You don't understand, Katara. The only way to get to an airbender temple is on a flying bison, and I doubt the Fire Nation has any flying bison! [Caresses Appa's head.] Right, Appa?

(He also, ironically, tells Katara that she doesn't understand, but when she says that to him because he's being dismissive to her, she's the one in the wrong, somehow.)

Of course, I feel for Aang not wanting to admit that his people could be wiped out that easily, but what he says to Katara is that while it could have happened to her mother, it can't possibly have happened to the airbenders. They must have escaped! I mean, he has a point - how DID the Fire Nations single-handedly destroy a nation of flying nomads - but still, that's kind of an awful thing to say in response to someone telling you their loved one was murdered and fearing it also happened to yours. Like, RIP to your mom, Katara, but my people are different!

If you think about Katara's other experiences telling people about her mom, Jet was sympathetic but used her mother's death to try to get Katara to go against her morals (something antis often accuse Zuko of), Haru is sympathetic but too scared to act until Katara pushes him, and Sokka, who she also gets angry at in this episode, tells Zuko in the very same episode that his mother's death is not something he likes to think about.

Again, Sokka is not intentionally being callous, his reaction is born of trauma, but it clashes with Katara's trauma because Katara NEEDS to talk about what happened.

Aang and Sokka have similar ways of compartmentalizing their grief, and they expect Katara to do the same thing. Zuko not only is in a position to know that this is not what Katara needs not only because he connected with her in the caves, but also because he and Katara are similar in temperament in that they are unable to repress or deny their emotions in the same way, and both have people around them telling them that they should do that.

And the age excuse...the thing about it is, whether Aang's age is a factor in his behavior or not, it's still the same behavior, and it still hurts Katara. But I especially find it frustrating when people act like Aang isn't old enough to know better in comparison to Zuko. Zuko may be older, but unlike Aang, he is not presented by the narrative as a person wise beyond his years, and did not grow up with excellent role models and circumstances that would turn him into a mature young man. He did do a lot of growing in the short time between when he talked with Katara in the caves and TSR, and that shows in his behavior, but he shows more sensitivity towards Katara's mother's murder even when he's still loyal to the regime that killed her than Aang does. Aang is a twelve year old raised by pacifist monks, but somehow he can't empathize with Katara enough not to belittle her grief, whereas Zuko is able to overcome sixteen years of fascist propaganda in two minutes?

[captain-amadeus]

Do you think Cedric is overrated, or just given so much attention that the fandom forgets the other characters exist? /gen

Also, I couldn't agree more about how wrong it is to put Cedric on a pedestal to make Roland look terrible; the man is an amazing father, and I will die on that hill!!

My opinion on Cedric in the fandom isn't as interesting as my opinion on the fandom's one-sidedness with King Roland.

I know I talk about Roland a lot, but man, I have so much to say about him that just doesn't get said enough.

I have so much to say about how the fandom is so biased with him and Cedric. The fact that he can't be a character who makes mistakes and learns from them is insane, especially since Cedric isn't a perfect person himself.

Even if Cedric's motives to take over the kingdom are sympathetic, it doesn't justify his actions. He was wrong in wanting to take over the kingdom and in hurting others like Sofia in his attempts, but people like Roland were wrong for doubting him for so long and believing the notion that he's not capable of great things.

Although Roland wasn't the main driving force in Cedric wanting to get back at everyone, those rightfully go to Goodwyn and Cordelia, he failed in being a needed support for Cedric because of how he was raised off the idea that Cedric isn't capable of being like his father.

There is so much grey area where Roland has a reason for thinking and acting how he does, just like Cedric in how he thinks and acts. There is nuance to both of their characters that the fandom neglects with Roland in favor of making him this black and white character, and it ultimately makes him unrecognizable to how he was in canon to the point that I could mistake someone's depiction on him for Roland's father. That's what they all remind me of: his father, whose been said to have been a great king but not a great father.

I feel there's so much untapped potential in regards to Cedric and Roland having their fathers be emotionally absent and growing up to give their next generation what they didn't. It's more interesting than having Roland be a bad father without considering the things he did as a father in favor of Cedric being the only one to care for Sofia. (There is a difference between making stuff mainly about Cedric and Sofia and making Sofia's own family useless with Cedric being the only one who can help her. Really, Sofia loves her family and her family loves her.)

People just haven't thought about it as deeply with Roland as they do with Cedric when it comes to reasoning, and at worst, they intentionally interpret his actions in bad faith.

It is so easy to interpret Roland as someone with good intentions. I just don't get why people would willingly make a character bad in their heads, but it always circles back to Cedric because it's always him that replaces Roland as Sofia's father.

It's never Sofia being comforted by Miranda, or spending time with Amber and James, or even talking to her animal friends or visiting her best friends, Ruby and Jade.

And even when it is about them, they're always overshadowed by Cedric. It is so rare to see something focus on anything other than Cedric to the point where I wonder what's the point in having any of the other characters present when they are just props for Cedric.

And there's nothing wrong with liking Sofia and Cedric's bond, no matter how you view it (except if it's in a romantic way, in which you need to reconsider why you feel that a full grown adult and a child would, eww.) I just feel there could be more to having Cedric being the only focal point in things, and even have him be a supporting role instead of the main focus. Having him accompany Sofia but focusing more on her interactions and relations with other characters would be so refreshing. Even exploring Cedric with other characters (cough maybe with Roland) could be a good change of pace.

All in all, I don't have anything against others or how much Cedric is focused in the fandom because some people may just like Cedric better. And if I don't want everything to be about Cedric, then I can just make my own things about other characters. It just bums me out the things I've mentioned, and I hope to make it to where there's a bit more diversity in the fandom when it comes to other characters.

Also I love Miranda ok bye

[umi-adxhira]

𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 | 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴊᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴀᴢᴢᴀ

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I love him so much. I don't have asthma so this might be inaccurate

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

#𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐀

When he first met you, he did not give a rat's ass about the dangers of smoking near a person. He treated you like every other stranger, a hindrance, someone who he shouldn't waste his time on

So, naturally, he didn't see any problem in smoking near you

He needed a quick word with Ellis, and while finding him, he also found you having a conversation with him. The sound of your laughter echoed through the corridor, to which Jude responded with a sigh and popped a lighted cigar in his mouth

He makes his way towards the both of you in hopes of stealing Ellis for some errands of his trading business

As soon as he made it arms-length of you, you backed up, coughing profusely, arm covering your mouth

"What's yer problem?"

Without saying a word, you ran off in a coughing fit, seemingly forgetting your conversation with Ellis

"They have asthma. You probably shouldn't smoke near them"

"I don't give a rat's ass. Tell them to leave if it bothers them so much to be near me"

I feel like Jude would purposely smoke near you just to see you run away, cackling every time. He never gets bored of seeing that... until Roger told him off

Then, one day came when he actually needed you for a mission sent by the Crown. He decided that this time he wouldn't smoke near you, because then you wouldn't run away from him

He found you in the library, calmly reading a book. He noticed how much you enjoy books, especially fiction. He never realised how angelic your face was when it wasn't covered by your hand with a grim expression

He stepped into the room, and the sound of his boots making contact with the wooden floor caught your attention. Your eyes widened slightly seeing Jude, and before he could even open his mouth, you immediately speed-walked away, your book carelessly left on the table

So, he had to get Ellis to talk to you. He didn't even bother to apologise to you. He finds it unnecessary

When he came back, he asked him what you said. He thought you said yes, what kind of idiot would turn down a mission sent by the Crown? But, it was the opposite. You weren't gonna risk being with him for long periods of time

So, he did what any normal person would do: corner you

"Listen, yer making this real annoying for me. If yer worried about me smoking near you, don't bother. I can restrain myself for a while"

"...my health's declining. I couldn't go even if I wanted to. Roger said I shouldn't risk it"

"Fuck..."

Suddenly, he feels a small tinge of guilt. If he didn't humiliate you like this, maybe you would have helped him. It reminds him of himself, and how he was making you worse. He would have been pissed if someone did that to him

So, slowly he becomes more sympathetic of you, and helps you feel better. He sometimes asks you how you're doing, at least once a week, and had to work hard to find a new plan for that mission

He doesn't let you go to his company, the fumes and the dust there would probably kill you, so he often walks outside with you, maybe in a park if he's free

When you become a couple, he might tell you about his own health, and how you need to be resilient in these tough times. He knows you are, but you need someone to appreciate your efforts, something he didn't have

He doesn't think about it a lot, only when you go outside, maybe in the city streets where there's food stalls, and he'll steer you away from areas that just generally make you uncomfortable

Overall, it is a very angry bird experience until you plunge your way into his smoke-filled lungs heart

[drpepperbloodlinewrites]

: A Twinge of Thyme .

O2. The “Hosts”/ Proxies

Synopsis: One step closer to heaven, but falling down to hell after tripping.

General Content Warning: cannibalism/ gore/ cults mentioned in EJ, and abuse /BRIEFLY/ hinted at in Toby's.

Notes: I GOT TO YAP ABOUT TOBY, TODAY IS A GREAT DAY PEOPLE... (I love this man so much)

One step on the moon, one leap for Tobias Erin Rogers, or whatever that guy said.

Kate is still a WIP because I need to replay Slender: The Arrival and check up on her story again to get a gist of her character, and Brian is a WIP because even though I watched Marble Hornets I was not paying attention whenever that man was on screen. (I'm just a girl who was trying to see Tim Sutton play a character who is NOT having a field day.)

I didn't add Kate because the only thing I have on her is "the third to join" 😭, I CAN'T LOOK LIKE A COOL AESTHETIC CREEPYPASTA BLOG IF I CAN'T EVEN WRITE A FULL SENTENCE ABOUT MY INTERPS !! 😡😡🤬. (I'll add her once I finally manage to get more of an idea of her character/ where she is in the story and manage to write a full sentence about her.)

The “Hosts” of The Operator consist of:

Jeff The Killer

Tim Wright/ Masky

Brian Thomas/ Hoodie, (WIP!)

Tobias Erin Rogers/ Toby

Kate The Chaser, (WIP!)

Eyeless Jack, (in the process of becoming a “host” is more heavily influenced than the others due to The Operator needing to rely on him more since he's the only one around with adequate medical experience to tend to wounds.)

Jeff The Killer

The fourth to join, after killing his family he fled to the woods in seek of refugee from the cops where he ended up abruptly being forced to succumb to “Operator Sickness” the longer he had to stay/live in the woods. 

He is sadistic, cruel, apathetic, selfish, and quick to anger. He is /not/ kind or sympathetic to anyone or anything, He does not feel bad for life or taking it away, he kills for the adrenaline rush of it all to see somebody’s misery/ suffering as he takes life away and for the /joy/ of it all. If you try to plead a sob story with him or how much you “relate” to him he’ll just laugh in your face and play with your emotions before eventually killing you off.

He used to play with dead cats and would kill small animals in their yard when he was younger, but Liu and his family would just brush it off as Jeff being a weird little kid- even when he began to become weirdly obsessed with forensic science and the study of murder and even gave Liu a dead cat once, they just brushed it off.

He likes the attention of fangirls and finds them amusing, (and they give him a /major/ ego boost.) But doesn’t care for them enough to spare them at the end of the day. He’ll kill anyone he runs into contact with, and fangirls aren’t the exception. He’ll just toy with them and flatter them, making them feel as if they're worth something- as if he cares about them before mocking them /cruelly/ in the process of doing so before eventually killing them off. The only reason why Nina is still standing is because she had a good enough survival instinct to run away before he could end her, making him /hate/ her. 

I HC that he struggles with Intermittent Rage Disorder, ASPD (Anti - Social Personality Disorder), and narcissism. So he is /extremely/ quick to anger, and his rage isn’t just a brooding teenager screaming at his mom to get out of his room- it’s a Molton, seeping, hot rage that genuinely kills/ threatens the lives and well-being of anyone in a general vicinity. He manipulates people who show interest in him to do his bidding before eventually cutting them off abruptly, dropping that he never cared for them in the first place. He’s selfish and only thinks about himself in every aspect of his life, including relationships and social interactions most of all.

If he approaches you, it’s because he sees something that /he/ can gain from the conversation- not because he wanted to just out of good will. He doesn’t care or spare other people’s feelings, only thinking about the joy/adrenaline rush /he’ll/ get out of something. He has a "bit" of a superiority complex of sorts, assuming he’s the most beautiful of them all. And that even if he carves into somebody to make them beautiful like /him/, he’s still the most stunning of them all.

Don’t even think about changing him, he doesn’t want to be changed- he knows what he’s doing is wrong, /he just doesn’t care./ 

He lives in abandoned cars in the woods, not really caring about settling down and finding a home- only on the run/ adrenaline rush that killing gives him. 

He has nobody close to him, and he doesn’t care for relationships- only himself. 

He hates The Operator and has fought against him countless times and will still do so, having not learned his lesson yet. He doesn’t like the feeling of somebody else having control over him, especially with how “powerful” he is, so even if the memories he brings back make him feel /hurt/ with an ache in his chest occasionally, he’ll continue to fight.

He’s generally around 28 in my au/interp, (to make him fit into Nina’s story. I originally was going to make him mid 30’s- but eh, fuck it we ball.)

Tim Wright/ Masky

The first to join, during the set of Marble Hornets he was practically struggling with the “Operator sickness” (the influence/disease caused by The Operator), and infected Brian in the process due to them being best friends and now also being forced to be around each other due to filming. His licensed schizophrenia not making it any better/ and making it easier for him to fall under the influence. 

Masky is an alter ego in a sense, Tim is not conscious at all of whatever Masky does when he “fronts”/ takes over. He struggles with Dissociative Amnesia which means he completely forgets what happens in the time Masky “fronts”, he forgets the murder he committed and is left with the afterglow countless times- forced to look down at bloodied hands with shaky breathes and widened eyes. 

Masky was made in a way to sort of cope with Tim being a “pushover” various times throughout his life/ when it came to Tim easily accepting his fate under The Operator. Tim didn’t bother to fight, he was scared and just let The Operator slowly take over him and form, thus making Masky form in a rebellious manner to “combat” against The Operator- just to be broken down psychologically and forced to work under The Operator.

Neither Tim nor Masky like The Operator or “obediently” work under him, they both loath/ hate him and just work under him in fear of what the being can do to them/ fear of completely losing a grip of themselves. They don’t like working for him, they just fear what would happen to them both if they didn’t and pulled themselves out. 

Tim isn’t nice, he’s sympathetic to a /certain/ degree- but he doesn’t show it, /at all./ He’s socially awkward and keeps to himself in the internal fear of affecting anybody else to succumb to The Operator Sickness like he did to Brian, to /everyone/ on the set of Marble Hornets. He blames himself for what happened is practically filled with self-loathing, but hides it well by a rough exterior- barely even flinching at any gore as he lazily smokes on a Marlboro Red. 

He’s cold, but awkward all the while- and cuts straight to the point, ending any conversation as fast as possible efficiently with a /severe/ resting bitch face. He can be snappy and quick to anger, not bothering to yell/ start an argument. 

He doesn’t have anyone close to him, only co-workers and enemies, and he’d prefer to keep it that way. 

Masky is /cruel/, sadistic, and apathetic. He doesn’t spare any sympathy and is cruel and teasing/mocking while doing so, he doesn’t shed tears with pleading victims- he only finds a profound /amusement/in their suffering. He’ll happily grin and laugh in your face if you’re pleading for a sense of sympathy or crying about your dead family. 

His tactics are /brutal/, he’ll use anything he can get his hands on as a weapon- he’s self-sufficient in that manner and he won’t even bat an eye if some intestines come spilling out. He is /not/ the “host” you will be getting a sense of humanity from, he treats your suffering like a toy he finds great entertainment in and finds genuine satisfaction from hurting people. 

He’s like a robot completing a mission, and /nothing/ will make him stop a mission once he picks it up.

Unlike Hoodie, he kills just to kill without meaning.

He lives in a busted-down Cabin that’s a part of the inner woods/ depths, as close to The Operator as humanly possible without him going insane so he can be at The Operator’s every beck and call- The Operator relying on him more considering he’s the first of the group that The Operator “influenced.” He doesn’t like it and complains about it, but can’t do anything to fix it.

He is not friends with Hoodie/ Brian, the duo after having a fallout after Tim pushed the man out of a building/ window/  nearing the end of Marble Hornets. 

He’s in his mid-30s and has a beard growing from months of not shaving due to guilt/ depression.

Brian Thomas/ Hoodie (WIP!!)

I’m good at reading Hoodie’s character, but not so much of Brian’s yet. So unfortunately for the time being I’ll go more into depth on Hoodie’s part, I’m sorry for the inconvenience. 

He’s second to join shortly after Tim, being quickly affected due to him being best friends with the man- especially since he spent so much time by the man while he was being affected.

Brian hates the idea of Tim/ even the mere topic of the man being brought up, and Hoodie is the same way and feels the exact same way about Tim/Masky. The memories are too bittersweet, he hates Tim for what he unknowingly caused and misses the life that they had before The Operator happened- but still misses the man. They were best friends, after all. 

A sick part of him feels like Tim is the only one to understand where he’s coming from, and he might even try to make contact with Tim when he feels like this. But then pauses and remembers how much /damage/ Tim/Masky caused and stops himself and goes right back to hating him. It’s a miserable cycle he goes day by day, but he can’t find himself getting a clear grip on his emotions anytime soon.

Hoodie hates The Operator, and so does Brian and they both do anything in their way to rebel/ go against The Operator. Their only goal is to kill Masky or at the very least Tim. 

Eventually, Hoodie was forced to give up after a particularly grueling fight that cost him his life and he was forced to begin working directly under The Operator. And although he is still plotting against The Operator, he isn’t as open about it. 

Hoodie is /manipulative/, he doesn’t speak and is generally a selective mute. But if the situation calls for it he knows just exactly how to turn on that Southern charm that makes anyone /swoon/ into talking too much and giving him the information he needs. He isn’t empathetic, and although he is a /tad/ bit sympathetic- it isn’t generally enough to make him care about what happens to you at the end of the day.

He's an instigator, he gathers as much information on you as possible and follows you around to tip you on the edge of paranoia before handing out anything he gets on you to The Operator. He doesn't kill unless The Operator asks him to and is more so just there to push the victim further into The Operator Sickness/ just to let the victim know that they're being watched.

THAT’S ALL I GOT- I’M WORKING ON THEM STILL. I’M SO SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE! 

Tobias Erin Rogers/ Toby

The last to join, he’s just 26, verging on 27 in the present day. He succumbed to the “Operator Sickness” during the weeks leading up to Lyra’s death, only to become easier to be influenced the longer the weeks stretched by after Lyra’s death. Eventually, when he snapped and killed his father- he was already too far gone and completely affected by the “Operator Sickness” and succumbed to being a “host” easily the second The Operator showed up to save him from the fire.

He isn’t kind, he’s /extremely/ hard to get along with. He’s not waffle-obsessed, “Hey Masky!” Childish idiot who somehow managed to become a “host”, he’s /brutal/, analytical, and is a genuine threat to anyone who comes across him. 

When he was 17 and freshly joined the “Hosts”, he was naive, I’ll admit that. He genuinely believed that he could gather The Operator’s praise as long as he did what he wanted and thought that he could consider The Operator as a father figure. But upon working for him longer, he soon slowly begins to realize that The Operator doesn’t care for him at all and can easily replace him- slowly making him loathe and eventually form a hatred for The Operator.

He hates how dumb he was, he hates how The Operator stole away his past and he can’t remember anything about it. But when he /briefly/ remembers his past because The Operator /wanted/ him too, he hates it and just desperately wishes to forget it all again.

He doesn’t like working under The Operator, but he stays working under The Operator due to fear- fear that he’ll be forced to remember everything again, he /wants/ to remember, but he can’t ignore the array of emotions he feels when he finally does remember and he /hates/ that. 

He hates feeling weak in general, after possible years of feeling weak- for once he wants to be the top dog, the brute that everybody fears.

In his teenage years, (17-19) he was childish, dumb, and playful- but as the reality of the situation began to dawn on him and he realized just exactly how The Operator couldn’t give a shit about him, he began to change. He began to become more cold, realizing now that he could die at any second and he could be easily replaced- the fear dawning on him as he began to harden and grow to be more /brutal./

He’s /crude/, sadistic, and playful- but being oh-so-/cruel/ while doing so. He treats it like a cat and mouse hunt, and the cat /always/ wins- he’ll tease you and play along about not your hiding place, already knowing he knows /exactly/ where you are. It’s just one big game to him.

His sense of humor is morbid and dark, he’s awfully sarcastic and sounds /mocking/ while doing so- he doesn’t care if he hurts your feelings or not and might even snicker like a little shit if he sees you shedding a tear as he continuously /mocks/ you for every single thing you do. Sure, he’s a /little/ bit more empathetic than the rest of the “Hosts”, but not by much. He might narrow his eyes with a twinge of his brow as frowns upon hearing you vent about your abusive relationship/ friendship and will seem generally sympathetic but he won’t do much to help save you and will still kill you at the end of the day.

He’s hard to get along with, and if you say something in even the slightly wrong tone he’s quick to start an argument. And it’s not a rebellious teen's anger- no, his anger can parallel Jeff’s from how /enraged/ he gets. It only gets worse if he feels like you’re teasing him for it, after all. He screams and yells until his voice cracks and his throat aches, he swings his hatchets around like a madman- bloodthirsty and maniac as he looks at you as if he wants you dead. 

He does this because he doesn’t like feeling /weak, he doesn’t like the feeling of being picked on- he doesn’t like being seen as anything else other than a big dog. He wants to feel /worth/ something, so he does it by feeding into a power complex that he’s only worth something if he’s strong or a top dog in a big power ring. 

So even if he doesn’t like lashing out like /somebody/ he can’t even remember and practically physically recoils at the memories, he can’t help himself from lashing out when so overwhelmed by the feeling/ emotion of being /weak/ he ends up getting lost in his emotions while doing so.

He’s generally a loner and prefers to stick with the friends he has and doesn’t care or need to make more. He likes the friends he has already and wouldn’t bother changing them. (Not to mention that he isn’t a fan of socializing either). He wants to be loved, and he yearns for it like nothing more- he just can’t get it because of his mindset of acting like a rabid dog to the hand who tries to help. 

He already went through too much, and he can’t be changed because of it because it permanently altered his mind of thinking. He literally /can’t/ change because it’s all he’s been taught. 

Even if he doesn’t remember his past, the damage is still there and done- and even if he can’t know or remember /why/ he exactly acts this way. But all he knows is that he /needs/ to act like it.

He has a cabin deeper into the woods of Rosewood Park that verges on the line of The Operator’s territory, but he usually just ends up crashing at Clockwork’s place anyway because it’s “nicer.” 

He does NOT like having to live around The Operator 😭😭‼️

Sorry, I couldn’t help yapping about Toby- he’s my favorite, ugh. 

Eyeless Jack

The fifth to join, he was originally just an “influenced”, but the more proxies The Operator started to gain, the more he realized he needed somebody in the medical field to tend to his proxies who just kept on getting hurt on missions. (Especially Jeff, despite the man /refusing/ any help- his ego too big to admit somebody great like /HIM/ needs to depend on anybody else.)

Eyeless Jack was the first for The Operator to rely on, the man having been majoring in human physiology and having adequate experience before the “incident.”

The more he hung out around The Operator and his “hosts”, the more he got affected by The Operator's sickness- eventually resulting in him where he is now, slowly but unknowingly turning into a “Host.” (He’s aware, he just decides to bury it down and not focus on it too hard in denial about the whole situation.)

He is controlled by the demon inside of him, not the other way around. I repeat, /he literally cannot control his own body./

I HC he’s possessed by the demon/ entity of a Wendigo, his hunger is literally /insatiable/ and he’s always hungry and greedy for more. He’s not one to be around, especially if you’re just a mortal because nine times out of ten he’ll eat you, or at the /very/ least get a nibble out of you or an organ to feast on later.

Even when he’s himself and isn’t /completely/ bloodthirsty, he needs to have an organ supply on him 24/7 (especially when tending to a “Host”) or else he will eat everyone in the room and even bits of himself if he can’t solve for his hunger quick enough. 

At random times, he can become /very/ bloodthirsty and hostile seemingly for no reason at all. He can be hanging out with you, silent as usual before all of a sudden tackling you and ripping off your ear for just a /small/ nibble to tend to his insatiable hunger.

When he isn’t bloodthirsty though and is more so of “himself”, he’s a loner and tends to stick to himself. He’s quiet, calm, and collected- nonchalant and straight to the point and wants to get most social interactions done as quickly as possible. He can come off as monotone and bored without even trying it, and even if it isn’t his intention- it just sort of happens, not that he cares about it.

He doesn’t care for making friends and genuinely doesn’t want to, he finds solace in his life when it’s quiet- and although he does find himself lulling occasionally about how /nice/ it would be to have somebody there, to feel /human/ again, he knows internally that he can’t have it due to his hunger. So he avoids the topic completely or ignores it and buries it deep down. 

He lives in a busted-down abandoned cabin somewhere along the North front of The Operator’s territory and is 28 years old. 

He doesn't really have a sense of sight and it's all muddied/ thermal location, so he has to rely on hearing for the most part. He can see /slightly/ better at night, but it's still not good.

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Idea #69: Game of Thrones, but make it Anne Boleyn

Reflecting on it the other morning, I realized that most of my female Jon Snow fics characterize her as reluctant - or at best indifferent - to her future spouse. And this makes sense, as in many of these cases the future is spouse is a man her father's age who she's never met before, and it feels truer to the character for her to be less than thrilled with her future.

So naturally I thought: what if she wasn't reluctant? Or: what if female Jon Snow as greedy and licentious as bastards were said to be?

Aka: The Wolf Queen Fic

Just imagine it:

Lyanna Stark dies in childbed. Her brother names the child Annette and claims her daughter for his own.

This daughter has a drop more dragonblood than canon, or perhaps she just internalizes all hateful, cruel things Catelyn and the Faith of the Seven say about wanton, faithless, murderous bastards. Either way, Annette decides to use her failings to rise as high as she possibly can, and if that means a little bit of murder and whoring, so be it.

As a young girl, Annette imagines this taking the shape of marrying a rich widower who is looking for companionship rather than children - there are a couple wealthy traveling merchants who make their way to Winterfell each year with potential.

Then news comes of King Robert heading north - and Annette can only see opportunity. There are bound to be many rich lords among the king's party. Even if she can't secure a marriage, becoming mistress to a wealthy lord from the Westerlands would be a thousand times better than the wife a well-off merchant.

The first time King Robert catches sight of her, Annette realizes she has the potential to rise higher than she ever dreamed - if she plays it right. All she has to do is get the king's attention and keep the king's attention. If she moves slowly, lets him think he's seducing her, plays up her Stark honor in such as way that she won't sleep with him without the assurance of marriage... (If, in short, she takes the Anne Boleyn route.)

Things go wildly well in the beginning. Ned doesn't see it as anything more than his best friend paying attention to his children, and so allows - even encourages - Annette to spend time with Robert on the journey back south. Cersei's complaints and insults are viewed as the healthy paranoia of a woman who's been betrayed by her husband so many times she can't see avuncular interest for what it is.

Fast-forward by about a year, until things are in a holding pattern as Annette refuses to give in until she has a cloak and a crown and Robert begins actively searching for ways out of his marriage to Cersei. Only then does Ned realize what's been going on and tries to send Annette back to Winterfell. This should result in a massive fight that ends with Annette being the most truthful she ever is in this story. This should amount to: 1) she's spent her entire life hated for Ned's choice to have an affair, as if she ever asked to be born; and 2) no matter what she does, the world will always think the worst of her, so why not take the path of least resistance?

Ned tries to be understanding, but eventually Annette manages to get him sent back to Winterfell and a more sympathetic lord made Hand of the King - "It's a shame Father has to return home soon, but Winter is Coming and the Lord of Winterfell must prepare." Perhaps she's granted a title in the Crownlands or a place in Cersei's retinue as an excuse for to remain behind when her father and sister return home.

Annette's whispers with Robert fall along similar lines - "I think our children will take after you. After all, you and your brothers share such a similar look." "Cersei's brats all take after her." "How curious! I've always heard it said Baratheon blood runs strong! Just look at the Queen Who Never Was! Even her grandsons had the Baratheon look after three generations of Valyrian marriages!" - and - "It seems queer to me that you need a college of septons to approve a divorce in the south. In the North, if who people wish to divorce, they simply must state their intention in front of their neighbors and that is that." And so on.

Cersei tries to have Robert and Annette killed in turn to secure her position and those of her children. All her attempts fail, with the last leading back to her with just enough evidence to be her downfall. She is executed for adultery and treason. Her children are declared bastards, with Joffrey being sent to the Wall and the other two returned to their grandfather until they're older.

(Jofrrey runs from the Wall at the first opportunity to raise an army against the pretender Orys only to be quietly caught and beheaded for desertion. Marcella becomes a famed septa along the lines of Hildegard of Bigen. Tommen ends up Princess Cassandra's maester.)

Robert and Annette marry in a lavish ceremony three months later.

Annette manages to hold Robert's attention for the next five years of marriage - including birth to two daughters, Cassandra and Argella - and is pregnant for a third time when Robert's vices manage to catch up with him a little later than in canon.

There is immediate controversy at court. Should they crown four-year-old Cassandra right away? Should they wait for Annette, six months pregnant, to give birth in case it's a son? If it's not a son, should they offer the crown to Stannis?

But Annette has not been idle during her marriage. She knew Robert was likely to die sooner rather than later and had been sewing seeds for this very occasion. She manages to get herself named regent, gives birth to a son - Orys, who will be king from birth until his death nearly a century later, - and generally shows herself to be more than a pretty face.

...my idea starts to run out of steam around here. After Orys birth Annette manages to stay in power and rule the country until he comes of age despite many attempts from rivals and detractors to unseat her. When Orys takes the crown for himself, his mother remains one of his most trusted advisors - and rules the kingdom when he heads north c. 315 AC to fight the Others a generation later than canon.

Annette should be grudgingly respected - admired even - in the manner of Olenna Tyrell, and be considered the most beautiful woman in Westeros well into her fifties. When she finally dies, even her enemies mourn, knowing that they've lost an opponent who only made them better players of the game.

Bonuses include: 1) An exploration of bastardy in Westeros, particularly with regards to the base motivations attributed to bastards - greed, duplicity, lust - and how society often leaves them with no other option but to live down to expectations to survive; 2) Annette's relationships with most of her family never quite recovering after her seduction of King Robert becomes clear. Sansa in particular thinks her crown was stolen and becomes embittered, never quite appreciating the gentle Northern lord she ends up marrying. Only Rickon doesn't hold her actions against her and eventually becomes Commander of Orys' Kingsguard; and 3) An exploration of female power in Westeros, particularly when that power is gained via "typical female means" - i.e., seduction, rumor, and poison - instead of traditionally male means - i.e., at the end of a sword.

And that's all I have. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you do anything with it.

Other Jon Snow Headcanons: Aelor the Accursed | Aegon the Adopted | Aegon the Undying | Aegon the Unyielding | Aemon the Adventurous | Baelor the Brave | Bastard of Winterfell | Daemon the Destroyer | Daena the Dreamer | Daeron the Desired | Dyanna the Defiant | Elia the Magnificent | Jon the Fair | Jon Whitefyre | King of the Ashes | Lady Arryn | Lady Baratheon | Lady Lannister | Lady Stark | Lord of the Dance | Prince Consort | Prince of Summerhall | Queen Mother | Queen of Nightingales | Red Queen | Rhaegar the Righteous | River Queen | Shiera Snowbird | Visneya the Victorious | Wolf Queen

More Terrible Fic Ideas

[pokemenlovingmen]

I've come on my hands and knees begging for some reader loving on some autistic submas, just a reader that loves these boys with all the quirks and hyper fixations included. A reader who understands the need to shake of that excess energy with some good hand flapping and loves to listen to hour long rants about the boys special interests (especially Ingo, that man WILL go on for hours if you let him, bb pls breath)

- 🐗 anon

PLEASE??? I need more positivity loving autism for autism, the good, the bad and the ugly. Sorry if these are a little short, I feel like a lot of headcanons here can overlap so I tried to find the specifics that I could.

Submas with male reader who loves their autistic traits!

Emmet

⚪ - He's happy you never force him to talk! Emmet goes nonverbal pretty frequently, not to say he doesn't want to talk. He wishes he was as verbose as his brother, because he does have a lot to say, but oh well. You always make him feel heard even if he isn't actually making any noise!

⚪ - If you live with him, things might be a little disorganized. He's more of a tactile stimmer and he'll do it with anything. If it isn't nailed down, he'll probably pick it up and start fiddling with it. Don't leave tools out. Usually he'll put those things down himself, though, shaking his head and saying "I am Emmet. And you need to keep this hammer away from me."

⚪ - You're all ears on the rare occasion he does talk a lot, which in a way only excites him more. He talks more and more the progressively more excited he gets and only gets more excited when he glances your way and sees you actually paying attention to him!

⚪ - If you are also an autistic or just generally stimmy person, you'll stim together! If he sees you stimming he'll start too. You're excited, why shouldn't he be, too?

⚪ - The number one most sympathetic person if you also go nv on him. He affords you every ounce of the kindness and respect you give him.

⚪ - He also just appreciates that you like him. Fact of the matter is, you really have to look a certain way, have certain interests, to be an autistic person afforded any respect and kindness. Emmet, and his brother too, neither of them are what people consider "cute" autistic people. He's a white-haired grown man in an elaborate costume with a cheshire smile and bizarre speech patterns. He expects not to be liked, expects not to be taken seriously, but you treat him as an equal and that matters. A lot.

⚪ - You never infantilize him and he's so grateful. Sometimes you need to slow things down in certain areas for him, or ask him to slow down in other spots, and you're always polite about it. You never speak for him, always ask first, and most importantly to Emmet, you never assume he doesn't understand things. He couldn't be happier with a man like you.

Ingo

⚫- You listen to him? You listen to him!! He talks so much, people often check out. But you listen! He's over the moon when you ask him questions about the subways or his favorite Pokemon he's been talking about, because that not only means you're listening, but that you're interested! Questions are his love language, strange as it is, but those tell him what he's saying to you matters.

⚫- He's more prone to external meltdowns than his brother. And you have his constant gratitude for never being embarrassed about him, you swiftly escort him out of places of high stress and are there as he decompresses.

⚫- Ingo is really thankful you don't have any expectations on him to react or even just emote certain ways. Pretty much all of the autistic flat effect got heaped on him and he's spent a lot of time, and I mean a lot of time, stressing about reacting the right way or feeling self conscious about how he's always frowning and people can't tell what he's thinking. But you know Ingo enough to know when he's happy even if his face doesn't say it.

⚫- I think generally he worries he embarrasses you, maybe with his behavior, or his looks, or the way he talks. That being said he always lights up when you reassure him of the contrary. Especially for someone who interacts with so many people on a day-to-day basis, he gets anxious that he looks unapproachable or even a bit ugly, so it means the world to him when you tell him you love his quirky little catlike frown, or the ways his eyes just shine when he's excited even if not much else changes facially.

⚫- Between him and his brother, I think Ingo concerned himself a lot more with masking. Both of them did it, of course, but Emmet is both more confident and he also has the image of "the happy one", so Ingo feels particularly self conscious about his stims. He doesn't do it often, even if you encourage him to relax a bit and not stress himself out about masking. He's masked for so long and so often he's almost ironed out stims from his life completely. That being said he does still stim occasionally, usually hand flapping, and he's glad you don't make a big deal out of it or draw attention to it. Ingo isn't sure he'll ever feel comfortable stimming like his brother can, but around you, it feels normal. And it's nice to feel normal.

⚫- He prefers it if you let him initiate touch, but also appreciates it when you lean into it and reciprocate. He just prefers to initiate, which he's glad you respect, because his touch-positive and touch-averse days come and go sort of at random.

⚫- Even better connections with him will form if some of your special interests overlap! He can indulge and rant for hours and hours and hours if you are there to enjoy his interests with him.

[spnbaby-67]

Cuddle by the storm

Just a cute fluffy moment between Jensen and reader, she's having a bad day and felt comfort in his arms. The photo is computer generated, since i couldn't find my own to work with. But it sets the vibe of what it going on. Hope you like it.

Summary: Y/N is having a bad day, and top it off she's stuck in the rain on the way home and all she wants to do is cuddle up with Jensen. Will he be home when she gets there? Read on to find out.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Just Jensen being lovingly cute.

The rain had been relentless all day, matching the crazy cascade of stress that had drenched you from the moment you'd woken up. It seemed like the universe had conspired to ensure that every little thing went wrong. From spilling coffee on your favorite shirt to a particularly frustrating meeting at work, it felt like the world had declared war on your happiness.

As you arrived home, soaked to the bone and feeling utterly defeated, you were greeted by the comforting aroma of your favorite scented candles. But what really lifted your spirits was the sight of Jensen, your boyfriend, sitting on the couch, a sympathetic smile on his face as he looked up from his book.

"Rough day, huh?" he asked, setting the book aside and opening his arms invitingly.

You nodded, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you rushed into his embrace. His warmth and scent wrapped around you like a protective cocoon, and you felt an immediate sense of relief. Jensen's strong arms held you close, and he gently stroked your hair, his fingers soothing away the tension that had been building up all day.

"I'm so sorry, babe," he whispered, his voice a calming presence in the storm of your emotions. "Tell me about it. I'm here to listen."

You sniffled, burying your face in his chest as you recounted the litany of frustrations and disappointments that had plagued your day. Jensen listened attentively, offering sympathetic words and understanding nods, never interrupting or judging. He simply let you pour out your heart, knowing that sometimes, that was all you needed.

"I feel like such a mess," you admitted, finally lifting your head to meet his gaze.

Jensen's eyes, warm and full of love, locked onto yours. "You're not a mess," he said firmly. "You're strong, and you're capable, and everyone has days like this. You're allowed to feel down sometimes. It doesn't make you any less amazing."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, thanks to Jensen's unwavering support. "You always know how to make me feel better," you said softly, feeling a rush of gratitude.

He brushed his thumb across your cheek, wiping away a lingering tear. "That's because I love you, and I hate seeing you upset."

You leaned in and captured his lips in a gentle kiss, feeling the warmth and affection that flowed between you. The bad day seemed like a distant memory as you melted into each other's embrace. In that moment, you both knew that no matter how tough life got, as long as you had each other, everything would be alright.

Jensen held you close, continuing to provide the comfort you needed, not with words but with the simple act of being there for you. And as you both snuggled on the couch, you couldn't help but feel grateful for having such a caring and loving partner by your side. The rain continued to pour outside, but in Jensen's arms, you found your own little sanctuary from the storm.

@deans-baby-momma

If you want to be tagged in any of my stories and one shots, just let me know.

[crybabyddl]

Looking Sharp

Part 2

Keith Kogane x Fem!Reader

Warning: smut, knife play, degradation, praise, dirty talk, swearing. Please do not interact with this content if you are not 18+

Author’s Note: happy keithtober, happy kinktober let’s fucking gooooo

^^^LMAO it’s been WAYYYY too long. Like, over a year. I’m so sorry to everyone who has been waiting for this bc I’ve racked up quite a taglist for this story alone haha. But seriously, thank you for all the support on part 1 and I hope you enjoy part 2!!!🥰

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“You, Y/N, are a tease,” Keith’s look turns cold in replacement of the heat from his lustful gaze. “And I’m tired of it. Let’s see just how clean cut you are…”

His voice trails off, as well as his stare. His pupils are redirected to the thin, beautifully crafted knife, and I have no choice but to let my eyes follow.

He drags the weapon agonizingly slowly up my leg. The pressure is feather light. The ghost of Keith’s disconnected touch has my body temperature doing cartwheels.

“When I have you begging me to let you cum as I press this cold, sharp blade on the inside of those precious thighs of yours, shall we?”

Just when I thought my jaw was locked shut in disbelief and awe, his sensual musings easily loosened that tension.

“Y-yes. Oh my god, yes.” I breathe, reaching out for the paladin’s chest to bring him closer.

Keith evades my grasp and moves to spin me around, holding me flush against him. I can feel the dagger’s chill on my neck while his erection meets my backside.

“Not like you had much of a choice.”

—

It was almost too good to be true—somehow Keith knew my body as well as I did. The way he tightened his hold on me whenever I’d try to squirm out of his grasp; the icy stares he’d give me whenever a gasp escaped my lips.

Part of me felt guilty for enjoying this so much. It made no sense, but that didn’t stop me from worrying. My anxiety must’ve been evident on my face, because Keith seemed to notice something was amiss.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice was softer, trading in his raspy, demanding tone for considerate and gentle inflections. The swordsman even lowered his knife, genuinely concerned for my wellbeing.

“Sorry,” I sighed, separating myself from him completely. “It’s just a lot all at once, you know? Plus, I never really thought this would happen. I mean, you’re… you, and I’m just me. It doesn’t make much sense.”

“What are you talking about? That’s ridiculous, Y/N.” Keith’s eyebrows arch as he searches my eyes for an indication of some sort.

“I– well, I just got overwhelmed is all.” I shrugged as my mouth formed a grimace.

“No, not that part. I totally understand that, and I feel it too! I’m talking about the whole ‘you’re you and I’m just me’ thing. Why would you think that?” Keith actually looks pained when he repeats my own words back to me.

“Think about it, Keith. You and I are so different and if something like this never happened, we probably never would’ve known how we felt about each other. And if you take into account our personalities in general, anything between us is bound to end in disaster. Like I said, we don’t make much sense.” I look down at the floor, unable to meet his—without a doubt—awkward sympathetic gaze.

“We don’t have to make sense! We just have to like being around each other! I’ve never felt this way with anyone before; do you know how hard it is for me to admit something like that? There’s no way to know what happens or what’ll become of any of this, but it’s not important right now. I never thought I’d be the one to say that, but it’s the truth.”

“I guess I just thought that you were too good for me. I mean, you’re a paladin of Voltron for fuck’s sake!”

Keith stays silent for a moment, smiling softly to himself as he looks down at the ground.

“Keith?” I try to recapture his attention, waving a hand in front of his face. He laughs again.

“Are you kidding? You’re practically perfect! Smart, kind, funny, a badass fighter, and god, you are so pretty.”

“I’m far from perfect, silly. Besides, that’s how I feel about you!” I feel my cheeks burning, but try my best to ignore it.

Keith closes the distance between us and gently grabs my face with both hands. Before I can think better of it, my hands find their way on top of his, keeping his touch there.

“Will you ever learn to take people for their word?” He chuckles.

I lean into his touch, and I could’ve sworn my heart was beating out of my chest in that moment.

“Probably not.” I shrugged, looking up at the paladin and giving him a sly smirk.

He rips his hands out of my grasp, my cheeks becoming cold from the sudden loss of his touch.

“Well then,” Keith is quick to sweep his leg under me, sure to catch me before I trip, laying me down gently on the floor. My breathing becomes ragged as he positions himself over me. I feel trapped, but I don’t mind it now. “I guess I’ll have to take care of that, won’t I?”

“Good luck with that.” I say nonchalantly, or at least as nonchalantly as possible. I was doting on his every breath, impatiently anticipating what his next words, movements, or touches would be.

“Thanks. Not that I needed the encouragement, but I will say it does help.”

The silence that would’ve formed between us is swiftly overthrown by my sudden gasp as Keith brings his knife back into the equation. He has it against my cheekbone, the blade is horizontal as its steely edge rests upon my skin.

“Does it turn you on that your life is in my hands?”

“I trust you.” I tell him. He would never hurt me, at least not without my consent. Despite his confidence on the battlefield, he was typically quite awkward in conversation.

“Oh, that’s sweet, you think this is about trust. I could do whatever I wanted to with you right now. You’re just my plaything and you won’t be forgetting that by the time I’m done with you.” His smirk is subtle, but it brandishes its image in my brain with hot iron.

He’s still on top of me, but he’s apprehensive, meaning I can still take control of the situation. I use the opportunity to grab him by his collar, yanking him down so his face is mere inches from mine. His dark blue, almost indigo eyes are locked into mine. He seems more vulnerable, but Keith always shields himself from others to some degree.

“Well tough shit, paladin. I don’t answer to anyone but myself.”

“Is that so?” he looks skeptical. “Well if that’s the case, then I guess I’ll be on my way out–”

“Wait!” I place my hand around the back of his neck, releasing my other hand from its grip on the collar of his shirt.

Keith eyes me, offering a quizzical hum.

“Please stay. I was just trying to be sexy and defiant! I don’t actually want you to go.”

While his expression gave no insight as to what he might be feeling, I could tell Keith was affected by my confession. I just wasn’t sure how. He was sitting up straight now, a distance created between us.

The moment was only a few seconds away from being awkward when I heard him scoff. Not only that, but that same smirk from before had returned.

“You were trying to be ‘sexy and defiant’?”

“Uh,” I swallowed hard, but not audibly. “Yeah. Those were the words I chose to say out loud.”

“I’m sure you’re wishing you’d chosen something better to say, aren’t you?” He laughed into the last word he spoke.

I nodded.

“That’s the thing about honesty,” he pauses, leaning back over me, looking directly into my eyes. “It leads to weakness.”

His words sent fire down my sternum. Feeling the cool metal of his blade return to my neck shot that heat downward, pooling in my stomach and searing against my clit.

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