#i would be terrified of overstepping boundaries

[silencingspellsongs]

would it be crazy to say that i think playing a ttrpg type game based in the redactedverse would be like so much fun actually 🫣

don't ask me what system or how to adapt it to work because i don't have the technical brain for that, i just know that the worldbuilding and the magic system and everything is so interesting and well thought out and the idea of making and roleplaying ocs in this universe with other fans seems like it would be sooo much fun can you tell i'm having withdrawals from my dnd group not playing for months and so i'm projecting it onto my other interests 🫠

[distantwave]

[wrioluvr]

『dumbass.』 slutty sub yandere x gentle himbo darling, male yandere x amab reader. pt 2

sub! yandere who likes to take advantage of your kind nature to fish for compliments. he would degrade himself in front of you, acting all self-loathing to get your attention. nothing compares to the rush he gets as you rush to comfort him, trying your best to make him feel better.

sub! yandere who gets so jealous when you're nice to anyone but him. true, that's one of the things he loves about you, but why do you have to be friendly to everyone? they're all sluts anyway, who only like you for your looks. he can't really be talking when he snuck a photo of your cock and had a dildo custom made to your size, thrusting it in and out of his tight hole whenever he's feeling especially lonely.

sub! yandere whose biggest fantasy is you fucking and spanking him until he can't walk. come to think of it, he's never really seen you angry, like ever. the idea of you upset with him is both terrifying and exciting, he doesn't want you to hate him, but also the thought of you hatefucking him is so... it's enough to make him feral. he's sure you have to have some pent up energy somewhere, he would gladly offer his body for you to abuse. he knows you would never ever consider hurting him, but one can dream, right?

"come onnn. let me give you head." he pleads, clinging onto your arm like it's a lifeline. his eyes prick with tears. much to his surprise, you're the one who gets on your knees, kneeling in front of him. "wait, what are you doing? i don't need you to please me first...." he starts to protest frantically, waving his hands about. "i thought you wanted to give me head? like...headpats?" "no, silly. head means i wanna suck your dick." "oh!" "speaking of headpats, can you pull my hair while i suck you off? like really hard, please." "i don't wanna hurt you, though-" "how many times do i have to say, you could literally murder me, and i would thank you." "...i don't think that's possible." "i'll find a way. so what i'm saying is, be as rough as you want. please." he gags on your length, relishing the feeling of it stretching the slick walls of his throat. no matter how many times he's done this, you always worry he'll hurt himself. "hey...you're okay, right?" you ask worriedly, stroking his hair. he responds by making eye contact with you, swirling his tongue around the tip of the head, eliciting a rather passionate response from you. "fuck, i'm gonna-" involuntarily, you grip his hair tighter and let out a load into his mouth. he came in his pants, too, from you merely tugging his hair a little forcefully. soft pants fill the room. this would be the perfect opportunity for them to degrade me right now, he thinks to himself. but you don't. instead, you take a tissue and dabble at the cum dripping down his chin, making sure to clean him up. he loves you and would never overstep your boundaries.... he just wishes you were a little meaner.

[angelixrr]

hey, can i request a nsfw drabble with alastor and a bunnygirl reader with predator and prey? thank you!

yes ofc!! tysm for the request i really love getting them and i'm excited to get one so soon!! i really appreciate it love kisskiss mwah . tbh ikkk you said drabble. But it's kind of more of a ficlet. enjoyyy !!

alastor x bun!reader

cw for nsfw, noncon, fem!reader, predator/prey, blood, n references to vomit (reader doesn't puke tho)

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Running through the pride ring was no different than running through a forest. The streets twisted and turned like forest paths, and the shadowed alleyways resembled the brush shaded by trees. However, unlike the sereneness of the forest, where it was possible to know if you were followed, the loud atmosphere of the pride ring made it impossible to tell if someone followed you. No twigs snapped, no leaves rustled, and the chatter of sinners and demons alike disguised any sound that could clue you into wherever your predator was, and this terrified you. You were scared of the man chasing you; Alastor wasn’t like any other mortal man or sinner you had crossed. He stopped at nothing to have you in your clutches and wanted nothing more to ensnare you in his grasp, like a hunter hunting a poor little rabbit.

It was ironic, you thought. A sinner with deer traits could be such a daunting predator, but you couldn’t think more along these lines, because you knew he was hot on your trail ever since you ran away from him at the hotel. He was in your room, touching your things, your drawer wide open, while he held a pair of lacey panties, pants unbuckled to reveal his length as he rutted into the bundle of fabric. That was your last straw. Alastor had overstepped your boundaries previously; frequently, he would be too close to you, put his hands on you unexpectedly, and seemingly would sniff the air when you were around. But this was unacceptable. Tears had brimmed in your eyes when you ran away from the hotel, feeling invaded in a space that you thought could be your safe haven, but, with Alastor there, it couldn’t be. He was a wolf among sheep and had threatened you long enough. You needed time to decide what to do next and where to go. But most importantly, you needed to get away from Alastor.

After running for what felt like forever, you finally allowed yourself some rest, ducking into an alleyway. It wasn’t clean, by any means, but it was secluded enough to be considered safe from Alastor. Honestly, you would rather brave a random sinner than the overlord. The average crook was nothing compared to him. You heaved a sigh, trying to catch your breath from the running, crouching on the floor. Your sensitive bunny nose quickly picked up on the smell of blood, booze, and bile and scrunched up, but it was just something you’d have to deal with. Your rabbit ears twitch with each footstep that passes through the alleyway, and you dread hearing the sharp click of his heels against the pavement, but they didn’t come. You waited for what felt like an hour, and you finally felt safe. Allowing yourself to relax, you gingerly sit on the cleanest piece of pavement you could find and sink against the wall. You shut your eyes for what you were certain was just a moment, a mere few seconds, but when you opened them, you recoiled in shock.

Alastor was there. Leaning down, sanguine eyes glaring dead into your soul.

“Ah! Cher! I thought I almost lost you! You’re lucky I know the pride ring so well. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have found you, dear.”

Your face contorts itself into shock and horror, your ears drop down to the sides of your head, and you glare at Alastor, shoving his face away from yours.

“Leave me alone, Alastor. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Alastor merely offers a hearty laugh as if you’d just told him the funniest joke of the century. He tilts your head up with his microphone, offering you a charming smile.

“Cher! Enough with this outburst! It’s unbecoming of a young lady such as yourself. You belong at the hotel, simple as that. It’s so much more unsafe out here, you know.”

Your gaze hardens, and you flip Alastor off.

“I said fuck off, you creep! Leave me alone! You’re a fucking freak for what you did, and you’re an even bigger freak for following me here! Crawl back into whatever hole you came out of and just die!”

You spit words venomously and scramble to get up, but you don’t get far before you feel the weight of Alastor slam into your back, sending you reeling to the floor. You smell blood; some of it is yours from your now-skinned knees. Squirming, you try to struggle against Alastor to the best of your abilities but can’t make much leeway. His lithe body was much stronger than it looked.

“Let me go, let me go! Whatever you want from me, you can find it somewhere else!”

Tears are streaming down your flush face, which Alastor delights in. He always thought you were so much prettier in distress. Even when the two of you spent nights at the bar, chatting while you had loosened up, your face flush and eyes lidded, you weren’t nearly as pretty then as you were now.

“Dearest, I just want to help you, but I can’t do that until I put a little bit of sense into your silly little brain. You will be coming back with me, you will be staying at the hotel, and you will start being the good little bunny I know you can be, alright?”

You don’t respond; your crying doesn’t permit it, but Alastor thinks that’s okay. Actually, he’d prefer it if you stayed like this. You talked back much less when you were in pain. Alastor’s hands find their way up your shirt and underneath your bra. He tugs on your nipples harshly, raking his nails over what skin he can get his claws on and leaving blood to pool in their wake. Your wails have subsided to sniffles now, seemingly accepting of your fate. Alastor revels in this; the moment prey becomes docile, understanding its place in the world to be devoured was his favorite. With your newfound submission, Alastor strips you of your bottoms and pulls your panties down to your knees.

The location was not optimal, but he didn’t fancy dragging you back screaming and crying to teach you a lesson. Charlie and the rest of the residents would catch on to his actions. No, he needed to teach you a lesson now. Unzipping his slacks, Alastor pulls out his cock, giving himself a few strokes to spread his precum across his length; he thought that was all the prep you deserved. Holding your head to the floor, Alastor slowly pushes his length into your pussy, ears folded as his face contorts in pleasure. He was glad you couldn’t see him like this; he hated losing his composure. Alastor gave you just a moment to adjust to his length, but afterward, he began thrusting with reckless abandon. You cry out. His cock stretching you out hurt, but being fucked so roughly with such little prep hurt worse. Pleasure and pain molded together, the sensation of him stretching you out, hitting against your cervix as he pounded you, combined with the sensation of blood dripping down your skin from the scratches. You whimper and sob, but mixed between your noises of stress and pain, and you can’t help but cry out in pleasure. It hurt, but it felt good. A paradoxical cocktail of your emotional and physical suffering with pleasure poured over you, and you had lost yourself to it. With each thrust, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, and you try to grab at anything for purchase, but Alastor doesn’t let you. He merely yanks at your bunny ears, pulling you back on his dick.

“Fuuck, Alastor, fuck, stop, please. I don’t want this. It hurts.”

You attempt to tell him to try and save your pride, but it does nothing to deter him. If anything, it only turns him on more, causing him to thrust against you deeper, wanting you to come undone on him. He could feel you tightening up, squirming against him. He wanted you to realize your place as a dumb bunny cocksleeve. You can no longer hear static when he speaks, just his raw voice, occasionally letting out a muffled moan or grunt. From the heavy panting behind you, you can only guess he’s close as well. With a particularly rough thrust, combined with his hand coming down to rub at your clit, Alastor makes you cream around his length, and you practically go limp from such a hard orgasm. Alastor uses your body like a sex doll, thrusting into your cunt until you feel him cum inside you. At this point, you’re beyond exhausted and don’t resist, merely dropping to the floor when Alastor pulls out, cum dripping down your thighs and onto the concrete. Alastor quickly fixes himself, tucking his cock back into his pants, and pockets your panties. In addition, he slips on your bottoms, picks you up, and teleports the two of you back to the hotel, to his room. He didn’t want another incident like last time, so he figured if he just kept you here, he wouldn’t have to steal your panties again; he could indulge in the real thing: his favorite little bunny.

[macabresymphonies]

(minor TMA spoilers and general TMAGP spoilers) Having so much time to think about incidents in TMAGP due to hiatus made me realize that all of them, to some degree, contain the theme of "sealing your own fate" or "consequences of greed/hubris".

You see, while I do not believe that TMA had a consistent theme every statement was based on, the overall messege seemed to be that horrors are inevitable. Once you've been marked you cannot escape, no amount of therapy or running can release you from it. I think Michael Crew is the best example of that:

"The thing that chased me, you see, it was an arcing branch of the Twisting Deceit, taken shape to follow me. (...) And I knew within that book was something that could not only release me from my pursuer, but chain my being to that rush of wind and vertigo forever." Michael Crew in "The Coming Storm"

You cannot escape it once you've been marked, only bind yourself to different one and this marking is, most often than not, nonconsensual. Jane Prentiss would run around and infect random people, Not!Them didn't need anybody to come to them before it was sealed and Peter Lukas also tended to just disappear random people just to feed. The fears were very predatorial and active and the victims were selected based on their own fears and anxieties. This is not to say there weren't victims who failed due to their own curiosity/hubris/greed, but I think it's telling that few of the most greedy/curious people in the series, Mikaele Salesa and Jurgen Leitner, stayed largely uncorrupted by the fears not cause they avoided interacting with them, but simply avoided getting marked by them.

Now we come to protocol and every incident so far has the main subject of that incident actively engage with the horror and have one or multiple points at which they could stop and leave, but they do not. Daria went to the tattoo shop on her own accord, Harriet wanted her husband back no matter what and even Dr Webber was described to be able to leave the garden whenever he wanted, but, due to hiding from authorities, chose to stay until it was too late for him. Every incident so far seems to have this theme of consent, characters detailing very clearly that consent was given to engage with the abnormality:

"Ah well that’s a tricky one. Sort of? In many ways he stabbed himself on me. By the time he saw the needles we were already very close. Close enough to smell his sweat and cheap aftershave. In fact, he barely had time to be afraid before we embraced. He’s terrified now of course…" Needles in "Introductions"

"The young man's interview was not exceptional as he had no experience in charity work, no driving license nor any demonstrable experience in retail. He claimed however, to know the Hilltop Centre better than anyone and as he was the only applicant in the role I elected to give him a try." Dianne Margolis in "Give and Take"

"I hesitated a moment but before I could consider her strangeness a particularly high tide of color swept down the corridor toward me. I panicked, and before I realized what I was doing I had darted inside the lift and slammed the close-door button." Terrance Stevens in "Running on Empty"

It does not matter some of these are under duress or deception, all of them contain some type of action "confirming" consent. Mind you I do not believe all the victims of of these horrors confirm consent in some way, like people who get killed by Bonzo probably didn't agree to it (though considering he's most likely a hitman, some degree of "you agreed to this by overstepping your boundaries" philosophy could be applied), but subjects of the incident very much pay for consequences of their own actions.

That brings us to OIRA itself, and how every character so far seems to actively dig themselves deeper by their own accord, Gwen wants position of power, Colin wants to figure out the system, Sam wants to know why he wasn't chosen and Alice is in it for the money (for her brother which still counts as consent). This is literally said directly to us in episode 1:

"If you hate working here so completely, you are perfectly within your rights to resign. No one is forcing you to stay here." Lena to Gwen in "First Shift"

All of this, all this horror is happening due to their own accord, curiosity, obligation, greed for knowledge or just for the money, it does not matter, the choice is there, but they delve deeper anyway. We will see how long it holds up, but I will be on the look out for this theme in the future.

[gtgbabie0]

Hello!! I've been reading your stories for a while and get so excited whenever I see that you post <3 You're writing style is so soft to me and it makes me giggle all girly too

Im not sure if you've done this already but was wondering if you would write about Leon and reader's first kiss together? Like how he would get all flustered and try to hide his grin from them :')

Feel free to change the premise to whatever you think will fit! Have a good day/night ♡♡♡

First kiss

{You and Leon share your first kiss}

I’m sobbing! Please I love him so very much!! He’s so boyfriend!! 💕

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“Here let me,” Leon says, taking one of the shopping bags from your hands with a smirk, you’d spent the day helping him get groceries and it was honestly more fun than you’d originally thought. You thank him watching as he sets the bags on the kitchen counter.

You help him unpack the bags, “You staying for dinner tonight sweetheart?” He asks leaning against the countertops, arms crossed over his chest.

He wants you to say yes, he wants you to stay tonight and forever because he knows he sleeps better when you’re here, he doesn’t have to worry about you if you’re right here with him.

He watches you contemplate your decision with a hopeful look in his eyes, “Yeah if you want me to” you smile lifting yourself up with your hands to sit on the marble countertop.

He looks over at you, of course, I want you to stay, he thinks watching as you kick your socked feet, “I always want you here” He smiles, and you can’t help the butterflies that flutter around in your belly.

He’s such a sweetheart, with his soft words that leave you love-sick and craving more.

Leon walks over to you where you’re sitting and he taps your knee, a silent way of asking you to lift your legs so can get into the cupboard and you do, watching him take out two glasses.

“If you change your mind let me know okay? I’ll drop you home” he tells you, and he knows you probably won't but he gives you the option anyway because the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable around him.

You nod your head watching as he pours himself a glass of water before walking over to the fridge and pulling out a small carton, “Apple juice for my girl” He smiles as you nod happily, watching as he pours the drink before handing the glass to you.

“Thank you for today,” he says with a grateful smile.

“It was actually quite fun,” you tell him, taking a sip of the juice before putting the glass down on the counter beside you.

Leon looks over at you, and there’s a part of him that can’t quite believe you’re his, someone so sweet and perfect, how you’ve healed his heart without even knowing and he thinks about all the ways he wants to thank you.

You must’ve noticed the way the mood changed as you hold your arms out for him and he gladly takes the offer, standing between your legs as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, your loving warmth envelopes him and he swears that you have the ability to make everything in his life seem perfect.

He pulls back slightly looking down at your face, his thumb gently ghosting over your cheek, and you smile at the feeling, such a small loving gesture it makes your heart stammer in your chest at the sudden closeness.

Close enough to kiss, you think and the thought makes you feel giddy with excitement, and you start to think of how his lips might feel against yours, his taste and his warmth.

The thought crosses Leon’s mind too and there’s nothing he wants more than to kiss you, but he’s terrified of overstepping boundaries, he just wants to bring you the happiness you do for him.

So he simply asks, “Can I kiss you?” His tone is so quiet, gentle and caring that it leaves you breathless.

“Yes, you can,” you say, and he leans in closer, you can feel his breath fanning against your skin, and your eyes flutter close as his lips finally press against yours, he’s so careful almost as if he’s scared of hurting you.

Your heart feels like it’s running laps around your chest, and it’s so exciting it sends tingles through your skin and you can’t help but move closer to him, chasing after his warmth.

He brings a hand to gently cup your cheek, thumb grazing against the warm skin and another sits against your hip, his heart blooms with love at how you seem to fit against him so perfectly, just like puzzle pieces.

Leon loses himself completely, and he forgets everything outside this small moment as he tilts his head slightly to deepen the kiss, his tongue against yours, and the soft noises that escape you send his heart squeezing with devotion, because god, you just make the cutest noises.

It’s a hopeful feeling that grows within you both, a kiss so sweet and exciting just like turning the page of a really good book, and you know that from this kiss will come many more just like beginning a new chapter, and you can’t wait.

He pulls back, forehead pressed against yours as both of you catch your breath, “I love you” The words flow so easily from his mouth as if they came naturally and they linger just like the kiss.

“I love you too” you smile, noticing the way he looks away from you with a bashful smirk, the type you have no control over.

He can’t bring himself to look at you, he feels like a schoolboy who’s head over heels and he doesn’t know why you leave him so dizzy, maybe it’s because he’s so enchanted by you, he could honestly name thousands of different things about you that he’s completely obsessed with.

“You can’t kiss me like that then go all shy on me Kennedy” You giggle as he hides his head in the crook of your neck, your fingers threading through his hair.

He groans against your skin, “You can’t kiss me like that and expect me to be fine” he mumbles and you can’t stop the giggles that bubble out of you.

You give him a moment before he finally looks at you again and you notice the way his cheeks are tinted with the slightest hint of red and you take pride in the sight.

“Kiss me again?” You smile, and he swears his heart stops for a moment.

“Alright” and before he can even make a move you’re already pulling him in, and you both giggle into the soft kiss, and it’s better than you could ever imagine.

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[confused-wanderer]

An arc that should’ve been added in Merlin was just how downright terrified Merlin was of him.

Especially with the whole magic thing. He was scared of Arthur. Scared of him as a warrior. Scared that everytime he wielded a sword Merlin thought it was meant for him. Scared that every glare just a little too harsh, every comeback just a little too snippy and suddenly he’d be staring at Arthur from the guillotine.

Arthur was his executioner. Arthur was his grim reaper, waiting for an opening so he could swoop in. But most of all, Merlin was scared of him as a friend. As someone he trusted. Because if he let magic slip around him, even just one flicker that’s the last time he would see Arthur smile at him.

And Arthur notices. He doesn’t know why Merlin flinches a bit too hard when Arthur mock draws his sword in a show of anger, he can’t place his finger on how if he added even a little heat behind those words his friend would stiffen.

Until one day Merlin has to accompany him to face a magic kight who he’s clearly nervous about. And it’s only when Merlin flinches do the pieces slide together for him. That it clicks why Merlin’s face looked so familiar whenever Arthur accidentally overstepped a boundary he never knew existed.

I want to see the look on his face as he stared at his best friend, and realised that he was afraid of him.

And obviously the Angsty arc following Arthur trying to redeem himself and be better towards Merlin without changing their dynamic too much and Merlin is getting more and more tense because with how soft Arthur’s acting it’s like he’s winning Merlin’s trust, and maybe Merlin wants to tell him if the man keeps this up.

[k-s-morgan]

i know you just uptade the last chapter but if its possible can we take a second chapter snippet?

Love your fics btw

Another ask: Hi, I understand if you don't want to, but can you give us a small snippet from ATLWETD's next chapther? I can't stop thinking about your story

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Hi! Thank you <3 And sure! Here's one from the beginning of the next chapter. Harry and Tom have such a long conversation there that sharing a part won't spoil much))

Fortunately, Riddle was the first to finally break the silence.

“What are your nightmares about?” he asked. His voice sounded a little strange, unsteadily so. Come to think of it, the question seemed too abrupt as well. Normally, Riddle would have tried to prepare the ground, to come at him from afar, but now he was asking what he wanted without preamble.  

Was the drug already working?

There was only one way to find out.

“Why do you want to know?” Harry wondered.

“I’m curious if you and I have the same dreams,” Riddle replied instantly. Then his brows furrowed, and it didn’t take Harry long to recognise the signs of confusion on his face.

Riddle wasn’t certain why he’d replied the way he did. He didn’t suspect anything yet — it probably didn’t occur to him that Harry might choose to embrace his barely-existent Slytherin side and switch the cups, but he was bewildered. It was evident that he hadn’t meant to reply at all.

“Oh,” Harry said. Despite his boiling anger, Riddle’s words took him briefly aback. “I— maybe.”

It was easy to guess what Riddle could be dreaming about. The war, and everything that came with it. In a way, their dreams were indeed similar. He didn’t need to be drugged to tell the truth in this instance.

“I dream about death,” Harry said. “Death and destruction.”

Riddle flinched. His frown grew deeper, and he rubbed his face carefully, as if trying to get himself under control.

“If it terrifies you in your dreams, how can you be willing to experience it again in reality?”

It was Harry’s turn to frown. He didn’t understand what these words meant, even though based on Riddle’s increasingly baffled expression, he was supposed to. 

“You agreed to accompany me to the Wool’s in summer,” Riddle said slowly. He still looked incredulous, and Harry winced, his heart thumping anxiously.

Right. The Wool’s. The Muggle war — this was what Riddle thought Harry was dreaming of, what he feared.

He did fear the war, but not the kind Riddle had in mind.

“So what?” Harry murmured. He imagined things wouldn’t be pleasant in London, but whatever anxiety he felt over it was minuscule. “Fear doesn’t drive my decisions all that often. It’s normal to be scared — it doesn’t mean I have to let this fear control what I do. If you need me there, I’m going to be there. Then we can have our nightmares together.”  

For a second, Riddle looked overwhelmed. Harry’s answer seemed to have bared so many of his emotions that it was impossible to keep track of them all. Incredulity changed into puzzlement, puzzlement grew into relief, and relief transformed into something else.

But most importantly, Harry caught a glimpse of something so raw and so vulnerable in Riddle’s gaze that his breath caught in his throat immediately. His heart gave a heavy thud.

It was difficult to stay angry when Riddle was looking at him like this.

Riddle must have realised that he was revealing more than he was willing to. He looked away, visibly schooling his expression.

“What is your business with Hagrid?” he blurted out. He was anxious to distract Harry from an awkward moment — and it worked. This question quickly had him on edge.

After what Riddle had done to Hagrid, he had no right to bring him up.

“What do you think is my business with Hagrid?” Harry inquired coldly. It was difficult to limit himself to merely bouncing Riddle’s questions back, considering the rage beating in him, but even something this simple brought him perverted pleasure.

He hadn’t overstepped any boundaries yet. But he might.

How long was it going to take Riddle to understand that he’d been drugged? Every passing second of obliviousness underlined what low opinion of Harry he had. He must take him for a complete fool if he was so certain that his little plan would remain uncovered and that Harry wouldn’t do anything to retaliate.

“I think you’re trying to make allies who can be of use in the future,” Riddle said. He sounded so confident that it was a wonder he even bothered to ask anything. It seemed like he’d made up his mind ten times over. “You are targeting lowlifes like a half-giant everyone despises, a new girl from abroad no one is interested in, even Alphard, the most pathetic of the Knights. You are planting the seeds that will bear you invaluable fruit at the time of famine. The only thing I can’t understand is whether you’re recruiting these people for my sake or for your own. Do you plan to support me? Or to oppose me?”   

Harry’s jaw dropped open. He stared at Riddle, speechless, unable to push out single word.

Planting seeds? At the time of famine? Riddle thought he was being nice to the less popular people because he was… what, gathering a future army?

“What’s in your head?” Harry asked, disbelief making his voice sound harsher.

“Brains,” Riddle replied immediately. They both froze, then, staring at one another silently.

[yandere-paramour]

How would Vivien react to a darling. Who's terrified of them. ( I mean he kipnapped them what else would he do to them ? ) Darling would refuse to eat. ( what if they put something in the food ? ) They would have actual mental breakdown crying their eye out if he is to close of them or in the same room for to long.

Vivien's gonna have to calm down and be soft this time.

He really, really doesn't want you to feel scared or hurt around him, and the best way for him to make sure of that is for him to talk to you. He'll sit on the floor across from you, criss-cross-applesauce, with his hands in full view on his knees. He'll speak to you about how he saw you when you came into his shop one day, how he fell in love at first sight, and how he can't live without you. He's really sorry for kidnapping you, but he heard you were leaving town and he couldn't take that chance. He will never force himself on you, not as long as he lives, but he hopes you will stay with him.

First, he'll start with assuaging your fears, really putting some action to his words. He's perceptive, he knows you're afraid of him, and he can tell if you're afraid of anything he gives you. So, when he brings you dinner, he'll let you choose whichever plate you want and he'll eat the other one. He'll bring you snacks and water and juice in unopened bottles and packages so you're not worried he'll poison you. When he brings you fresh fruit, he'll eat from the bowl too. If you really want, he'll let you prepare dinner if you'll allow him to help. You really don't have to worry about him poisoning you; he'll taste-test anything you want.

Next, he'll start with treats. Anytime he comes home from work, he'll bring you something. Maybe a nice mango smoothie, maybe a cookie from the new place that opened up near his work, maybe a new book from the bookshop. Every couple of days, he'll bring you a new bouquet with a note explaining every flower in his scraggly handwriting. One by one, day by day, he'll win your affections.

Even if you start out being terrified of him, you'll slowly realize that he's really not that bad. If it makes you cry to be near him, he'll get up and leave the room whenever you come in. He'll do anything to make you feel better. Maybe one day you catch him singing to his plants one day before work, maybe you catch him talking through a drink recipe or bath bomb mixture. He'll always ask you if he wants your opinion on something, and usually, you have the final say on decisions. He'll always ask before holding your hand or touching you (excluding emergencies). You learn that he's soft and gentle and kind, and slowly your hate will turn to tolerance which will turn to affection.

One night, you'll be watching a movie on opposite ends of the couch, him being careful not to touch you and overstep any boundaries. He made some of his special drinks for you two, something with peach and rosemary, and it's good. He smiled like the sun when you said you liked it, and he offered to make it for you another hundred times, or even teach you how to make it yourself. Hesitantly, he said there was a concert he'd like to go to soon, if you'd be interested. Of course, you'd have to behave, he made that clear, but he said he'd like to go to more things with you. He doesn't like the thought of you being bored and lonely in the house.

Two months ago, you would've happily agreed and ran at your first possible opening. But now, you're not so sure. It's really not bad being here, and he's a great roommate. He cooks, cleans, and always apologizes when he loudly watches anime half the night. He always says if you want to go back to work in the future, you're welcome to, but otherwise he'll support you. All you have to do is stay with him. He's attractive, hot even; you've seen the evenings when he's come out of the bathroom, basketball shorts slung low enough on his hips that you can see the muscles pointing straight to his groin before he excuses himself to his bedroom to get a shirt. You try to avert your eyes in time, but you find you can't. Those perverted thoughts keep you up at night, but you find you don't care.

You could really see yourself loving him, being with him, being intimate with him.

Tentatively, your hand starts to move away from your side, over the seat cushions, and towards him. When your hand bumps against his leg, he almost convulses. He throws himself from his seat to the floor, immediately hurling himself into apologies, saying he didn't mean to touch you and he would never take advantage of you like that and he's really really really sorry. He's almost in hysterics as he tries to convince you that he wasn't trying to be creepy or anything, and you almost don't want to interrupt the adorably panicked expression on his face.

When you say that you were trying to hold his hand, he just looks at you for a second, like he didn't quite hear you properly. You say it again, and that doesn't change his look, but he does ask a soft "Are you sure? You don't have to" like he isn't expecting you to agree.

His hands are rough and calloused, but warm. In fact, all of him seems to be warm. His eyes aren't focused on the TV anymore, the only thought you can see running through his head is the word "HAND" repeating. But his thumb idly strokes your knuckles, and it feels as nice as you thought it would. He holds your hand for the whole rest of the movie, and mock-bows and gives it a second-long kiss before bed. He thanks you for the opportunity to hold your perfect hand and heads to his own room to sleep, not asking for anything more.

In the morning he is all smiles, making homemade bacon waffles and cut-up berries. He asks if you want to take a walk with him later and five minutes in, he shyly asks if he can hold your hand again. When you agree, he has to jump up and down a few times to expel some energy before he can do it, and you walk around the lake and feed the ducks some green peas Vivien keeps in his pockets.

That night, he knocks at your door, and when you open it, he shoves a small bouquet of blue and pink hydrangeas at you before running back to his own room. The card thanks you for the lovely day and asks if he may start dating you for real and if he might, and its totally cool if you say no because he won't force you it was just a suggestion, kiss you.

Yeah. You could see yourself loving this man sometime soon.

[kairiscorner]

definitely not me self-projecting (pt 1)

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hobie helps you blow off some steam (hobie brown x angry reader)

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in a blind fit of rage, you slammed your door shut and kicked your shoes off your feet angrily. you hated when your family got like this, teasing you when you were already evidently on the brink of exploding out of sheer anger and frustration. you wished you had a sign that read 'fuck off or see what happens', and if only you could show them just how terrifying you can be when angered. you hated how violent you could be when like this, and as much as you wanted to keep in all the rage you were experiencing right then and there, everything just... came tumbling down.

too many shitty things happening at once while annoyances filled your ears and made their way into your mind was so overwhelming, and the only way you could overcome that overwhelming feeling was to shout at it, get angry it--but you didn't wanna hurt anybody, it never made you feel any better. as you lay down on the bed, trying to breathe, ignoring your parents' unsolicited opinion on your behavior when they don't even know what's going on with you, you heard a voice by your open window. "i have a feeling you wanna rip some heads off some idiots right now." hobie brown, of course it'd be him, who else would scale your apartment's walls at the middle of the night and slink over to your window just to talk?

you turned to your side, feeling your anger mellowing a little from hobie's presence. "i don't wanna talk right now." you muttered, already cursing at yourself in your mind for not being able to sound polite. but fuck, how does one manage to stay polite when they're already resisting the urge to rip shelves off their bedroom walls and throw their bed upside down in a fit of rage?

"can i at least come in, then?" hobie asked you as you nodded, and though it was hard to tell, hobie got the message and entered the minute you let him come in. he sat close to you on the bed as he took in a deep breath, from this distance, he could hear the muffled voices of your parents. hobie chuckled as he listened in. "wow, they're acting like they know everything. it's funny, they're even pretending like they never wanted to act out as teenagers, as if... i don't know, mindless obedience is fun." he said as you peered at him from the corner of your eye, wordlessly.

hobie looked back at you with a smile, one that offered comfort as opposed to condescension–one that was real, a real smile that had no undertones of patronization. "sorry, did i overstep a boundary?" he asked you in a soft, concerned voice. you shook your head and hobie nodded. "alright. well... i won't ask you what happened, since that'd be the last thing you need right now. but i'll do anything you need me to for you to feel better, and i mean anything." he said as he took a pillow from your bed and placed it next to your head.

hobie wordlessly sat with you in the silence, not saying a word and instead offering his presence as comfort for you, he knew that if you wanted to talk about it, you would–he wouldn't ever force it out of you. soon, when you began to speak lightly to hobie about how you've been feeling lately, all hobie did was listen. he'd sit and look at you and... listen.

"well, that isn't your fault now, is it?" hobie asked in a rhetorical manner. "whatever you feel, y'feel it. if you keep it inside of you, it'll just... burst. don't ever feel like a monster for feeling enraged, it's not just one thing that angered you, i think, it's... it's a lot of things, isn't it?" he asked you as he moved closer to you, brushing the hairs away from your face as you gazed up at him. "screw what everyone else says, i like to joke around and tease some grumps i know, but even i know that teasing someone when they're pissed is the wrong move to make. i won't say your behavior was justified, but you just... you can't help it, okay? you need an outlet, and that's why i'm here." he said as he got up and walked over to the window with a big grin.

hobie put on his mask as he sat on your windowsill and teetered on it. "whaddya say we make like a tree and swing out into the night?" he offered you as he extended his hand out to you. you chuckled as you slowly got up and took his hand, with hobie gently pulling you towards his chest as you said, "hobie, trees don't swi–" but you were cut off by your yelping as he swung deep and jumped up high, feeling the cold wind pass you by and sweep your hair away from your face.

into the night, you two went around the city, seeing the beauty hidden in the deep recesses of the evening; taking in the moonlight and the twinkling of the stars as you both made the night yours. you were starting to cool down now, forgetting most of what angered and stressed you out, and feeling like you didn't need to get violent or yell at anyone anymore.

"i hope you're feeling better, i want nothing more than for you to just... feel happy, be happy, y'know." hobie said as he got you a soda from a vending machine he hijacked. you smiled and thanked him as he clinked soda cans with you, thinking if maybe you slept away that anger you felt while you were in your bed. but no, this was no dream–and you couldn't be any more delighted at that.

it's because of hobie that you feel like all things will pass, eventually, you just have to find the right outlet to let go of the bad and negative feelings and thoughts. you weren't bad, you weren't evil for being angry, you were just that–angry, and that was okay. and through hobie, you were now angry no longer, more in love, you were, but like hell you were gonna tell him that, better wait for next time, you thought to yourself as you gulped down the fizzy drink.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @arachnoia @solecitoszn @hearts4hobie

[dangermousie]

I loved the contrast between the scenes with the Duke and Li (trust and gentleness) and her scenes with her ex (disgust) and ex and Wanning (I don’t even have a term for that particular flavor of fucked up.)

And speaking of contrasts, as gentle he was with Li is as terrifying he is with Wanning. We love a man of many sides. But it also shows how Wanning is terrible at political game, calculation etc etc - she’s basically pure id who’s only lived as long as she did is because she hasn’t yet pissed off someone sufficiently powerful to take her down but someone who doesn’t realize there should be boundaries will eventually overstep. Any sane schemer would back off from going after Li once she sees Duke Su is Li’s backer. This man is supposed to be a terrifying mofo with skills, power base and ruthlessness. Only an idiot would drag him in/incur his wrath and keep taunting unless it’s worth it and I mean worth it politically not worth it because the insane toddler in her wants what she wants whether it makes sense or not. I said earlier she reminded me of the Senior Princess in JoL but while that lady was also a total psycho who loved murder and breaking people, she had enough savvy to know when, where and who to go after - even when she found out Fan Xian was the son of the woman she clearly wanted to eat the liver of ie her least rational moment (prior to that she wanted Fan Xian dead for largely pragmatic reasons but after that it was incredibly personal) she was able to plot plots to get rid of him in the safest manner!

Is the ex jealous? Is he thinking the Duke admired Li from ages ago? And she might return said admiration? In your face!!! Also dude, dude, DUDE, you buried her alive, that’s like divorce with extreme prejudice AND on steroids, you have no right to be jealous! Good luck stewing, soon you will make a nice base for soup stock at this rate.

[mykoreanlove]

AMNESIA

„So, you’re telling me she has no idea who she is? Or who you are? For real?“ Chan nodded glumly. „She got into a car accident a couple of days ago. Luckily, she survived without greater damage, but her memory is gone.“ „All of it?“ Chan looked into the bewildered eyes of his friend. „All of it“, he replied defeated. „What are you going to do?“ „What do you mean?“ „Well, it’s not like she knows who you are anymore. All her feelings for you are gone. Did you break up?“ He choked on his beer. „Are you out of your mind? Y/N is the love of my life. I would never give her up. Even if she doesn’t remember me now, I will find a way.“ „To remember you?“ Chan nodded. He spent countless nights researching, scouting through medical reports of patients getting their memories back. The circles under his eyes were as dark as the night but he would try anything to get you back. Anything. „And if she doesn’t?“ He felt the anxiety rising in his body again. There was a chance of you never getting back all your memories. He was terrified by that. Chan gulped down the rest of his beer, wiping away the foam from his lips. „If she won’t remember me then I have to make her fall in love with me again. I have to. I just have to.“

„Sunshine, you have no idea who I am?“ A beautiful boy with blue hair looked at you with concerned eyes, devastated by the news of your memory loss. „No“, you shook your head ashamed. „I’m sorry.“ He jumped on the bed next to you taking your hand into his. „Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault, love.“ Love? Were you two in love? You felt tension in your gut, as if your body was communicating with you. „You are y/n and I am Felix and we‘re basically best friends“, he cheered at you. Ah, best friends. That tension informed you correctly, your body was in fact communicating with you. It was nice knowing that you had a best friend, one that was as caring as Felix. You started crying, overpowered by your emotions. „Felix, I feel so dumb.“ He wiped away the tears and rubbed your hand silently. He wanted to hug you and reassure you, but he was afraid of overstepping boundaries. He really wanted to tell you that everything was going to be okay, but he hesitated, not knowing if that possibility could actually ever come true. Instead, he kept rubbing your hand and sat with you in silence.

Your phone vibrated - it was a text from Binnie. Binnie. That name sounded sweet on your tongue but that was about it. You hated being like this. He sent you a selfie - a big pout was plastered on his sad face. „Working out without you is just not the same. Get better quickly, y/n. I miss you.“ You were curious about your relationship with him, so you started scouting your past conversations. Endless photos of you working out, eating well and drinking protein shakes as well as encouragements when one of you felt down were the norm. You felt sad but consoled at the same time. So, I like to work out, huh? You took a glance of your body and nodded respectfully, being happy about your athletic accomplishments. I guess I do. Your head fell back on the silky cushion. You tried remembering going to the gym but nothing came up. You could imagine what the heavy weights would feel like but that was just your imagination making things up. Not one real session came to mind. Not one. You sighed in frustration. Again.

„Yo sis, do you got any snacks in here?“ Apparently, you had a little brother, Innie, who was more concerned with eating than your well-being. „I don’t even know my name and you’re asking me about snacks?“, you huffed annoyed. „Try the second counter, maybe you’ll find some Pepero in there.“ Innies face fell flat. „What did you just say?“ He was confusing you. „Second counter, Pepero?“ Innie jumped up and down, running over to you excitedly. „Y/N, you big moron. You love Pepero!! You remembered!!“ Surprise washed over you. „I do?“ „Yes“, he nodded his head in anticipation. „You love them. Especially the green tea ones. You never share those with me.“ He paused for a second, side-eyeing you. „Maybe forget about your Pepero greed as well, if you’re already at it.“ Normally, you would have smacked him for being rude, but you were too flabbergasted to act. You remembered. A tiny thing but you remembered. Tears were staining your cheeks once more but this time they were laced with hope.

As the news of your memory loss spread, you got contacted by the most random people. People who claimed to be friends from Highschool, distant relatives you never even heard of and apparently also your ex-boyfriend. A random knock on your door woke you up from your slumber. „Hey.“ A very gorgeous guy entered your room, making you hate yourself even more for not remembering. „It’s past visiting hours.“ „Yeah, I know. But I had to come see you, y/n.“ He moved gracefully, almost like an elegant cat. „Do you really not remember me?“ There was sadness in his eyes, but you had no idea why. He placed the flowers he brought for you on your nightstand and took a seat next to your bed. „I don’t know if I should laugh or cry about the absurdity of this situation. I was your first great love, y/n. Your first everything, actually.“ Heat arose in your chest. Oh shit, he was my first everything? This dude? Damn. „I’m sorry I don’t remember you.“ „Minho“, he said sternly. „I am Minho.“ You nodded soundly. You watched him for a while, wondering why you two didn’t last. Minho read your mind, answering before you could even ask. „Because I fucked up, y/n. I prioritized myself, my work. I took you for granted and stopped putting you first. I..“ His eyes started to water. Was he always emotional like this? Minho cleared his throat before continuing. „I never told you this, but I hated myself for doing that. I hated losing you. I still do.“ Your eyes widened in shock. Did he just confess? „Minho“, you replied frantically. „I know, I know. You don’t remember a single thing.“ He looked into your eyes, not breaking eye contact. „You don’t remember our first kiss behind the bleachers, and you don’t remember all the trips we took to the sea because you love building sandcastles that much. You also don’t remember all the heated nights in which you screamed my name, and you also don’t remember me confessing my love the first time at Han river. I know.“ You felt bad. Your relationship sounded great, and it irked you losing your whole life like that. „It’s selfish of me to say but you losing your memory also means you forgot all the shitty parts of our story, too. That’s actually a relief“, he concluded. Minho got up to leave but you grabbed his hand, pleading him to stay. „I’d like to know.“

„Damn, you lost all your memories? That’s wild.“ You got visited by your mother and cousin - apparently. „Sweetie, did you remember anything at all?“ Her question irked you, making you feel like an even bigger loser. You tried conjuring up memories, you tried sniffing familiar scents, you even tried praying to God but apparently you were on your own on this one. „I don’t get it. How do you lose all your memories?“ „Han“, your mother‘s pressing tone warned him to stop. „No, I mean, where do they even go?“ You hated his guts in this moment, but he made you think, actually think. Where did my memories go? Who am I without them? Am I still me?

„Hey, are you up?“ You got a text from someone you had saved as Dickhead Kim. You chuckled to yourself. I got humor, well done past y/n. „Yeah.“ „I had no intentions on texting you but my friends talked me into it.“ Ah, I’m starting to see why I saved him like that. „What do you want then?“ „Right. Since you have no idea who I am, I should introduce myself first. I am Kim Seungmin, your hated rival at work. You and I don’t get along, we kinda hate each other.“ Blurry images of an office and bitter coffee flashed your mind. „We always compete against each other and I am better than you, obviously.“ You rolled your eyes. The audacity of this dude. „However, since you’re away there is no one for me to compete against so I’d like for you to come back quickly. Get well soon, y/n.“ Weirdly enough, you found that kind of charming. „I’m gonna kick your ass in no time, dickhead Kim. Thanks.“

„You really want me to spill the tea? Should you not rest or something?“ Your nurse had just started his career and his dramatic antics were the highlight of your hospital stay. „Hyunjin, please. Entertain me.“ He closed the door and sat on the bed with you, braiding your hair while sharing the latest gossip. After a while you stopped listening and observed him instead. He was extremely beautiful, an ethereal level of beauty you had never seen before. Right from the beginning you wondered why he was a nurse and not a model. His brown eyes turned into little crescents as he smiled widely, explaining that he wanted to have a positive impact on people’s lives and hence he chose to help others heal as best as he could. You liked that about him. You also liked his many stories of living life to the fullest, an immediate result of him being confronted with death way too often. „… and then he asked to see me again but unfortunately, I’m not into toxic dick, so I was like NEXT. Hey, y/n, are you listening?“ You sensed his offended tone immediately. „Sorry Hyunjin, I just..“ Tears started flowing again and you looked away ashamed. „Hey, don’t hide from me. What was it? Something I said?“ You shook your head. „I don’t want to be like this anymore. I want to remember my life, I want to know who I am. Do I work a job that is as fulfilling as yours? Do I date a lot like you do? Am I into toxic dick? I don’t know who I am anymore and it frightens the shit out of me.“ Hyunjin hugged you, patting your back as you let it all out. „I’m not going to pretend to know what it’s like to be in your shoes now. Your memories may come back, or they may be lost forever. That’s not in your control right now. However...“ He got up and took your hand, ushering you to come out with him. „We can always make new memories, can’t we?“

[pumperpup]

In the shadowed corners of a bustling science convention, Dr. Felix Morveau adjusted his glasses, eyeing his next unwitting participant. He had set up a modest booth, misleadingly titled “The Future of Physical Fitness,” where his device, the Morpho Modulator, was hidden beneath a table draped in velvet. The device resembled a vintage radio, complete with dials and a large antenna, but its purpose was far from simple communication.

As the crowd thinned, a young scholar named Ethan approached, drawn by curiosity. He was slender, his body more accustomed to the rigors of academic marathons than physical ones. “What’s this about then?” Ethan asked, skepticism laced in his tone.

“Oh, just a small demonstration of potential,” Dr. Morveau replied with a sly smile. “Would you care to volunteer? It’s completely harmless, I assure you.”

Ethan hesitated but nodded, intrigued despite himself. Dr. Morveau gestured for him to stand on a marked spot in front of the device. “Just relax,” Felix advised as he adjusted the dials, the machine humming to life with a soft, electric purr.

Ethan felt a light tingling that seemed harmless, even ticklish. But as the machine's hum deepened, that tingling escalated into a potent, all-consuming buzz that coursed through his body. The sensation was both unsettling and enthralling. His muscles began to respond—first tightening, then expanding, growing visibly with each passing second. As the transformation gained momentum, Ethan’s discomfort mingled with an unexpected rush of exhilaration. “I—I think that’s enough,” he stammered, but his voice was drowned out by the escalating whir of the machine.

Dr. Morveau, his eyes alight with the thrill of experimentation, barely nodded at Ethan’s concern. “Just a bit more, let’s push the boundaries,” he murmured to himself more than to Ethan, and with that, he turned the dial up dramatically.

The effect was instantaneous. Ethan felt a powerful surge within him as his muscles expanded at an even faster rate. His biceps swelled, stretching the fabric of his sleeves to a near breaking point. His chest broadened, each new muscle fiber knitting together with astonishing speed and definition.

Overwhelmed by the intensity, Ethan closed his eyes, a deep moan escaping him as he surrendered to the transformation. The growth was rapid, each second adding layers of muscle that Ethan had never possessed nor imagined. His back widened, shoulders ballooning as they packed on mass. The euphoria of the transformation, fueled by the sudden acceleration, was profound—his body was not just growing, it was being sculpted into something formidable, powerful beyond his wildest understanding.

“Marvelous! Look at the definition, the symmetry!” Dr. Morveau exclaimed, utterly captivated by the sight. He observed every detail with the fascination of a scientist witnessing a great discovery, oblivious to the ethical boundaries he was overstepping.

Ethan, still with eyes closed, felt every fiber of his being stretched and expanded. The growth was exhilarating, a primal joy in gaining strength so rapidly, yet it was also terrifying—his own body becoming unfamiliar under the relentless expansion of muscle.

With a loud crack and a burst of sparks, the Morpho Modulator exploded, smoke billowing around Felix. The transformation halted abruptly, leaving Ethan massively muscled and towering, stuck in a state of shock and disbelief.

Felix, face blackened with soot but unharmed, looked at the remnants of his machine, then at Ethan, and finally at the shocked audience. "It appears we've discovered his limit," he remarked dryly.

[smalltowncryptidfucker]

Thinking about how Edward and Ling are probably just as touch starved as each other, but in like, vastly different ways.

With Edward- based off what I can tell- the only people he knew he could be physically affectionate with in any way, was his mother and Alphonse.

(Not to say Winry and Pinako aren’t affectionate with the boys, but I feel like being physically affectionate isn’t something that comes naturally to either of them. They seem like they prefer acts of service as a way of showing how much they care more than anything, and I think that’s wonderful! Even after the Elric brothers pretty much decided to kiss their hometown goodbye, the relationship they have with the Rockbells is still strong enough to where they know they can rely on them for anything, which is very important.)

But it really sucks, because their mom is long gone, and Alphonse, while he’s still around, no longer has a body. He’s a soul bound to a suit of armor, and he can’t feel anything. And I’m sure that Alphonse is still as physically affectionate with Edward as he can be with the body he has, but the unfortunate truth of the matter is, that if he isn’t careful, he might accidentally injure Edward. And I’m sure that terrifies him more than anything. Alphonse is so kind, gentle and loving, and the idea of hurting his brother by accident, or otherwise would devastate him. So he keeps Edward at arms’ length, just so he doesn’t get hurt.

Whereas with Ling, there isn’t much about his background that we know canonically (that I can recall- if any of you know something, feel free to add on), but considering the fact that he was conceived by the emperor and a noblewoman for the sole purpose of being a potential heir to the throne, and nothing else, I don’t think his childhood was filled with much genuine affection.

I’m sure he was treated well, but there’s a difference between actual love and care for a child, and the pretty much forced respect for the potential heir to a throne. His days were filled with constant training and education to prepare him to run a country, and typically with characters like him, they usually are fed some sort of BS akin to “showing/receiving affection is a form of weakness,” and “don’t get attached to anyone, or you’ll lose everything”. Stuff like that. And not to project headcanons onto a character that no one has seen in canon, but I’m sure Ling’s mother saw her son as more of a way to get more power, than an actual family member. Again, could be wrong, but considering the fact that the emperor produces heirs by just… going to the “best” noble families of each clan in his kingdom to ensure his bloodline is “pure” or some shit, that blatant disregard for family is probably the norm for anyone in power in Xing.

And I know that Lan Fan and Fu do genuinely love and care for Ling, but at the end of the day, they’re his bodyguards. Their relationship is purely professional, and they all know that if they overstep those boundaries, that could spell the end for them. They have to keep him at arms’ length to ensure their survival.

Basically, what I’m saying is, Ling has probably never received a sincere hug his entire god damn life.

So, I’m just thinking that the first time they hug or hold hands or some shit, they’re both so nervous, because Edward hasn’t been held in so long, and Ling doesn’t know what to expect, but then they both just melt into each other.

TL;DR: Ed and Ling share the same amount of touch-starvation, but physical affection was ripped away from Edward, and Ling was never provided any to begin with. They should clearly join forces.

[damiansgoodgirll]

Coming out from an abusive relationship and Jey uso finding out that yr boyfriend was violent please ❤️😩

jey uso x reader

tw : abusive relationship, mention of violence and angst

no one can hurt you

your best friend jey was helping you moving out from your old apartment into your new one.

it was hard leaving everything behind but after years of struggling with your psychotic boyfriend you knew you had to do something.

so you did all by yourself. you looked for a new place to stay and without even saying it to your boyfriend you applied and got the apartment.

you knew your boyfriend would never let you go that’s why you needed someone to help you packing and moving stuff out before he would come home. jey said yes without even questioning you. he believed you had your reasons and didn’t want to overstep your boundaries.

he knew your boyfriend was the jealous type. he knew he was very possessive towards you and he also knew he would scream at you sometimes but he he definitely didn’t know about him laying his hands on you. that man would be dead if jey knew.

but jey’s eyes caught a purple spot behind your neck while you were moving boxes around.

“y/n…what is that?” he asked without thinking twice. he really hoped you fell, he really hoped it wasn’t what he was thinking but it definitely didn’t look like a bruise you could get from falling.

“what is what?” you asked.

“that…” he pointed out your neck and you quickly went to cover it with your hair.

“nothing…i just fell” you said trying to drop the topic.

“no you didn’t” he said coming towards you but he stopped the moment he saw you flinching.

“we should hurry, he’s gonna be home in a few hours” you said.

“did you just flinch?” he asked completely shocked. you didn’t answer but your look told him enough “y/n please…tell me what’s going on” he begged you.

he cared to much about you to see you suffer like this.

“nothing’s going on…now can we continue please?” you asked, not wanting to talk about it. but jey wasn’t having it.

“did he do that?” he asked and your look was enough to give him the answer he was looking for “fuck…did he lay his hands on you?” he asked, clearly mad. still you didn’t answer “fuck…”

you turned around not even being able to look at him in the eyes but he gently moved you to face him.

“y/n please…”

“yes…he did this” you whispered.

jey’s hand gently lifted your chin up and made you look at him in the eyes.

“tell me it was an accident…tell me he didn’t purposely do it, tell me…shit please tell me it was an accident and that he didn’t mean to hurt you” he hoped with every cell in his body that it was like this but he already knew the answer. why you were moving out without your boyfriend to know it.

“he…he…i’m sure he didn’t want to hit me” you said “it just happened”

“we both know that’s not what happened…” he gently said “how long has this been going on?”

you knew you couldn’t keep any secret to jey so you started telling him all the truth “he…he started being violent four months ago” you saw jey getting mad “it started as an accident but then i felt like he had fun doing it…i just i couldn’t stop it, i was terrified and i had no idea of what to do…” you cried and his arms engulfed you in a big hug.

“it’s okay y/n, he can’t hurt you now, no one can hurt you…i promise you i’ll keep you safe” he said gently stroking your hair.

“i’m not your problem jey, you have a lot going on and i don’t want to be a burden…”

were you crazy? he wanted to shout and scream how much he loved you but he knew he couldn’t, not when you were in this state, so delicate and fragile.

“no y/n, don’t ever think you’re a burden to me, shit no…you’re my best friend” he wanted to tell you, he really wanted to “…you’re my best friend and i want to keep you safe, i want you to feel safe and happy again”

you couldn’t believe it. for the first time ever you felt like someone really appreciate you and you couldn’t be more grateful.

“okay…” you whispered.

he gently wiped your tears away and helped you packing. you knew you had to be careful and move quickly because your boyfriend was coming home from work and you didn’t want to see him ever again.

he helped you pack everything in his big truck and together drove towards your new place. you liked it there, it was quiet and peaceful and closer to jey’s home.

he stayed with you that night, offering you to help emptying all your boxes away so with two large coffees you stayed up all night. your boyfriend saw you went missing and called you so many times you thought your phone was going to explode but jey handled the situation by blocking him and deleting his number.

you were really grateful to have someone like jey in your life.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Hi! How are you? 😁

Quick question about Demon Lexa and Demon Clarke: do they ever talk about the fact that Clarke was Lexa's first? 'Cause it was a big reveal when Lucifer told Clarke that, so do they ever talk about it?

I lied, I have another question: what would have happened if Clarke went to God and not Lucifer? Was it even a possible choice? Does Clarke ever realize that she is Lexa's soulmate? Because it seems like it when she speaks with Lucifer. 🤔

Hi! Sorry I've been so quiet recently. My gf had a bit of a break from work so have been busy 😌 hope you're well 💕

As for your questions

Do they talk about it? Specifically? Directly? No not really. Mostly because Clarke doesn't want to make it A Thing. Looking back on their interactions a lot of Lexa's heavy handedness when it came to flirting and establishing contact, coupled with a lot of her... not innocence. Lol never innocence, but the signs of her inexperience? Never speaking of past lovers, surprised by her own physical reactions to sex, never seeming entirely sure how to react to the things Clarke expected from her as a lover or partner. The clues were there, if Clarke had been paying attention. Because for as big of a game as Lexa talks, she was always just grappling to keep up with Clarke. Lexa may have pushed for more with Clarke, but Clarke was still always the one driving this thing between them.

But the real thing for Clarke is that Lexa never explicitly told her. She didn't lie, she just didn't offer up the truth. For pride or for embarrassment, or whatever her own reasons were, it was a truth about herself that Lexa apparently never felt necessary to put into words. And the idea of overstepping that? Taking away Lexa's choice to keep that piece of herself private? It felt important. Because the other option would be to bring it up and let Lexa know, "hey so I know you held this boundary with me in not letting me know I was your first, but your fuckass brother told me without your consent, so this very intimate detail about you that you wanted to keep to private? I know anyway. Sorry. Love you."

It would just suck. It would feel fuckin awful even imagining those big, black eyes glossing over with a sheen of bright sparkly tears from anger and embarrassment. It'd almost be like it was another invasion of Lexa's privacy, when she's already had so much of her sense of self and her dignity and her autonomy as a person stripped away beyond her control.

Clarke is more than content to keep that information to herself.

As for the God question, the long and short anseer is also no. No, going to God wouldn't have been a choice. It's not what Clarke was created for as Lexa's soulmate, so he was never an option. And no Clarke never knows that she is Lexa's soulmate. Lexa has an inkling, but never addresses it because if she addressed it she'd have to face the possibility that Father may have done something for her. Which leads down the terrifying path of contemplating if that means he regrets his decision. Which is not a train of thought she ever wants to go down, because even if that were true, there is no going back. She is still damned. She will never be forgiven. She can never go home. So it's a worthless exercise in her estimation. Much easier to just love Clarke with every fiber of her eternally condemned soul and continue hating him instead