#like the did something terrible and awful

[koqabear]

hiii this is for the 2k event, i wanted to ask if u write hybrid!au cause yeonjun dressing up as nick wilde has got me feeling a little delusional. if u don’t completely ignore this but if u do, can i request fox yj and maybe bunny reader?

[2K Masterlist]

"Yeonjun is adamant that you’re a pretty, porcelain doll. You’re more than ready to shatter that idea and show him that you’re stronger than he thinks."

fox hybrid! yeonjun x bunny hybrid! reader // wc: 1.9K // genre: hybrid au, pwp. this is just straight filth im sorry. MDNI.

warnings dom!yeonjun, sub!mc, somnophilia (consensual), oral (f rec.) pet names (bunny, good girl), degrading, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degrading, kitchen sex, manhandling, dacryphilia, begging, scratching, possessiveness, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampies, aftercare kinda, girl idk i literally just dissociated when i wrote this i forget how exhausting this all is!!

Notes: the healthcare system is fucked even in fanfiction, you can’t escape. 

Every decision you’ve made throughout your relationship with Yeonjun has led to where you are now:

Face down, ass up, tears in your eyes and words muddled through the drool that spills through your lips. 

You’ve told him countless times that you’re not fragile; that the sweet, docile image he has of bunny hybrids is nothing but a sham, and that you can take anything he offers with a confident stride— and though he simply laughed in endearment and shook his head at your claims, you insisted. You insisted throughout all the sugary sweet times he made love to you, during all the moments where you felt his hands hesitate to hold you, as though he was afraid that putting pressure on your body would be enough to make you shatter. 

The words were tiring to both his and your ears at some point: the petulant whines asking for more, your pathetic attempts to try and take control and change the pace entirely— Yeonjun’s sharp, narrowed eyes that flickered at you in warning was the harshest thing you received from him— but judging by the shivers that flowed down your spine like water, your fluffy tail twitching in attention, you knew that your body only craved for more and your brain wouldn’t settle down until you got your way.

You could say that he warned you. He really did, technically, sitting you down for a serious talk about something you two never really discussed in detail. You watched with wide, slightly confused eyes as he explained to you that his heat was approaching, and that you definitely shouldn’t be around for it— when you perked up to interrupt, he merely shook his head to shut you down and continue his explanation. 

“I usually take medication, but my insurance no longer covers my usual prescription.” he told you, his ginger ears twitching in annoyance from the mere memory, “I’m taking a leave from work for it, and… I want to spend this time alone.”

“It gets intense… I don’t want to hurt you.”

A bruised ego and terribly confrontational personality was truly a god awful combination. Though you suppose it helped you for the better, considering that after a good argument with your ever-so loving and doting boyfriend, he finally gave up. 

You can remember the sight so vividly; his ruffled hair, the fluffy tail that whipped from side to side as he finally slumped back against the couch, out of breath and exhausted— his ears pinned against his head in defeat the moment he took a good look at you, in all your still fired up and energetic glory. 

He knew it was a losing battle the moment you cocked a challenging brow at him, as though begging for him to continue.

The word okay has never sounded better from your boyfriend's mouth. 

••••

That all leads you back to today. It’s been— oh, you really can’t remember. A day? Maybe two? You don’t think it matters at this point, since the only thing that fills your mind now is the feeling of being full, stuffed, and warm. 

Yeonjun gave you a chance to back out the second he opened the door for you. He spoke to you calmly, softly, nervously, watching you hop around his living room and throw your overnight bag on his couch, overjoyed to be taking such a monumental step forward in your relationship. You dismissed every slow, anxious sway of his tail as you ate dinner together, listening intently as he told you about how he’s gotten with his previous partners. 

It was too much for many of them. He gets aggressive. He gets insanely needy, it goes on for hours, even throughout the night. 

You prayed that he didn’t notice the pathetic clench of your thighs and slight arousal as he told you about his details, nodding sweetly when he asked if you were okay with doing the things he mentioned. 

You established a safeword, coddled him the moment you noticed his temperature beginning to rise, and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead as you murmured your goodnights. 

About six hours passed when you first felt it; you’ve always been a light sleeper, so you were doomed the second your sensitive ears picked up on the sound of restless rustling behind you. You tried your best to ignore it, your drowsy mind eager to go back to sleep, but the white noise of sheets moving around was quickly accompanied by something else— breathy, desperate gasps.

“Bunny…” Yeonjun’s raspy whine was enough to have your ear twitching slightly; more rustling, and suddenly, a scorching heat hovers behind you. “Bunny, need… need you s’bad…”

His hands are heavy on your skin, almost scorching with the way he restlessly makes his way up your shirt, groping at your tits before they slide down your stomach, feeling you up all the way down before they stop at your thighs— without warning, he presses flat against you, a hand snaking beneath your body to wrap around your stomach and pull you flush into him. He was so hard, so needy that the very feeling of your soft ass pressing against him was enough to rip out a broken sob from him.

“Let me fuck you,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, words that slurred together showing that he was also half-awake, probably not too aware of his actions and the way he rutted into you helplessly, “C’mon bunny, lemme use you.” 

Your ass that pressed back into him and the sleepy whine that left you was enough for him.

You can only remember drifting in and out of consciousness that night; the sloppy, wet sounds of skin against skin and desperate grunts was nothing but white noise to you at that point— Yeonjun was glued to you for hours on end, fat cock thrusting harshly into your poor, abused cunt, filled with so much cum that it could only smear onto your inner thighs and his balls, leaving a mess you wouldn’t be able to clean anytime soon. 

When you woke up, you were on your back— your pussy was sore and a whine bubbled up uncontrollably from your throat, hips canting up and against Yeonjun’s face— your hands were shaky as you fisted the sheets, tears pricking your eyes as you listened to Yeonjun’s sweet nothings against your skin, leaving bites and kisses against your thighs as he promised you that he’d be quick, that he just needed to eat your sweet cunt— you’d get cleaned up nicely after. 

Yeonjun was a liar, of course— because none of his sweet promises included his burning desire to fuck you after you came, cleaning you up only to push his cock back in and fuck you right into the mattress; legs pressed against your stomach, wails leaving you as he plunged into you with abandon, frantic hands scratching down his back as you cried from the overstimulation— it only ended with him pressing deeply into you and emptying yet another load into your tired cunt. 

The semblance of normalcy that followed after didn’t last very long, either— yeah, getting carried to the shower and having him clean you up and scrub you down was nice, and sitting at the counter as you watched him make a quick breakfast was nice too, a heartwarming glimpse into a domestic future with him— but you were only able to get halfway through your meal before Yeonjun decided that he’d much rather bend you over the kitchen counter and have you there instead— moaning wantonly as he watched your trembling legs fail to keep up, buckling under his pace and forcing him to hold you up with his insane strength— and just when you thought he was getting tired, he simply flipped you on your back and laid you on the counter instead; he always did think you looked really pretty when you were totally fucked out, anyway. 

Maybe that’s when hours started blending together— he was sweet and caring when he needed to be, cleaning you up with a feather-like touch and kisses that warmed your heart— only to give you the whiplash of the century when his pupils dilated and the only thing he honed in on was you. 

You. You you you. 

His ears would press against his head and his tail would flicker dangerously, narrowed, focused eyes meeting your bleary ones with ease; you could only sit there and let him maneuver you however he liked, shivering and falling limp with each time he’d slide his cock into you, as though you finally felt complete. 

You looked so breathtaking to him— under him, over him, whatever position he suddenly found himself needing you in— teary eyes and swollen lips calling his name like a mantra, a prayer, a plea for him to use your body until he got his fill.

There was something so addicting about the way you trembled from the overstimulation, sobbing and writhing yet never saying your safe word. It had Yeonjun fascinated, the guilty part of his mind berating him for trying to see how far he could take things— yet, no matter what he did or what he said, you only seemed to beg for more, like you’d been waiting for this moment for ages.

“Take it, T-take it like a good toy,” Yeonjun hissed, fingers digging into your hips as his cock battered into you ruthlessly. You merely cried and moaned, cotton tail wiggling with every drag against your walls, the soft fur coated with dried cum, “said you could handle it, right? Stupid fucking bunny— nothing but a cumdump for me, hmm?”

Your squeals and chants of yes! Yes yes yes! only spur Yeonjun on even more— his body feels as though it’s on fire, bright hair sticking to his sweaty skin as he merely pushes himself further— you can practically feel his back hover over your own, able to tell that he’s close from his faltering pace and shaky breaths that fan across your skin. 

“Want me to breed you?” he asks, though there’s no need to ask anymore if the previous loads he’s dumped into you are any indication of your answer. Yet he still does, almost like instinct; it’s much more satisfying to hear you beg for it, anyway. 

And you do— your begging is so cute, how could he ever resist? Yeonjun’s nails might break your skin with how tightly he’s holding you, teeth digging into his pouty lip as he pumps himself into you, once, twice, then empties out everything he has to offer— your back arches and your hips move back to try and glue yourself to him, crying out his name in satisfaction as he fills you for the nth time of the night. 

The way you keen out, the sight of your ears that are pinned to your head along with your tail that shivers with satisfaction is like drugs to him; he’s hopelessly addicted to you, to all of you, from your stuffed cunt that continues to suck him in to your soft voice that whimpers out at every sensation you offer him.

Such a good girl, Yeonjun thinks to himself, butterfly kisses spanning along your sweaty skin, your barely conscious form curling into him for more, how did he get so lucky?

Even after he’s given you a moment to rest, laying down with you on top of him, you still cling onto him, sighing in content as you allow him to cockwarm you, already bracing yourself for the moment he feels himself needing you again. And as you both drift into a much needed nap, Yeonjun can only find himself thinking one thing. 

Thank god for you and your argumentative nature.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

( 🟦 🎞️ 🟦 )

AITA for telling my coworker that he’s stupid for liking an objectively TERRIBLE film?

I (27M) and my coworker (25M) usually have “movie nights” on our days off. We find time to sit down and watch a movie together. He’s usually agreeable on what movie I want to watch, but sometimes I do let him choose the movie, as long as I don’t find it too unbearable. (His taste in cinema is below average.)

Earlier today, he reminded me that neither of us were scheduled on Friday or Saturday, and he asked me if I wanted to do a movie night. I agreed, and asked him if he wanted to watch anything in particular. (This is more of a pleasantry. He usually never suggests anything specific when I ask this.)

Surprisingly, he said that he did have a movie in mind! Unfortunately, the movie he had in mind was the 2009 movie, Avatar. The one with the blue people.

After he said this to me, I laughed at him, because no one actually LIKES that movie. The best anyone can say is that it’s visually appealing! The plot is drawn out, bland, and not worth nearly three hours of my time. I asked him if he was serious about wanting to watch it, because I never took him for the type to enjoy something so dull.

He frowned at me and said that he'd watched it a few times with his ex-girlfriend when they were still dating, and that he’d really liked it… and not just for the visual aspect? He said that he wanted to watch it with me too. He continued to justify it by bringing up the fact that I like other sci-fi movies and shows, and that he didn’t see how this was any different from those.

I told him that it was different because there was no reason for a movie to go for so LONG and to give so LITTLE, and he started whining about the first Lord of the Rings movie (which we’d watched a few months ago) and how it was longer than Avatar.

I told him that there was a HUGE difference: LotR is actually good! This only seemed to upset him more. He scoffed at me, saying that I couldn’t see a good movie if it was right in front of me. He said this jokingly, but I could tell he was upset. I glared at him, but didn’t say anything.

After a few seconds of tense silence, he asked AGAIN if we could watch it on Friday, because I’m the one who always picks the movies, and that it was unfair that he never got to pick any. I told him no, because Avatar is an awful film, and that he was really stupid for liking it.

I don’t think I’m wrong for telling him that Avatar sucks, considering it’s common knowledge, but calling him stupid might’ve crossed the line for him. I’m pretty sure that this comment is what made him mad, because it sparked a bigger argument, which eventually led to him sleeping on the couch for the night. I’ve called him stupid in other situations before, so I’m not sure why he’s making such a big deal about it now.

I don’t think I’m the asshole… If I am, I’m definitely justified. The only reason I’m asking is because a close friend of mine (28X) said that I was too harsh about it, so now I'm second-guessing myself. AITA for telling my coworker that he’s stupid for liking an objectively TERRIBLE film?

[lunaflowers]

needy baby (sungchan x reader)

↠ pairing: sub!sungchan x domme!reader ↠ word count: 3.2k+ ↠ genre: smut, fluff, pwp, non-idol au ↠ warnings: fingering, piv, pussy eating, praise, degradation, name-calling, nicknames, mommy kink, domme/sub dynamics, sungchan cums his pants, sungchan is pathetic but he's a good boy ↠ synopsis: you've kept your boyfriend pent up and needy for way too long author's note: fell for this cutie recently and i just had to write something for him

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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and you had nothing to do for the first time in forever. You were watching YouTube videos in bed wearing just an oversized t-shirt and panties when your shirtless boyfriend, Sungchan, suddenly entered the room and pounced on you.

“Baby? What are you doing?” you asked with a confused laugh, stroking his hair.

His face was buried in your chest and you could hear him mumble something but couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“What was that?”

He lifted his head up and looked you in the eyes. “I said ‘I want you.’” As soon as he said it, you felt his hard length against your leg.

“Oh…” you said, caught off guard. Rarely was Sungchan this forward and you didn’t know how to react for a minute. He had always been more shy and reserved, wanting you to initiate sex, and you were used to him like that.

“Come on,” he pouted, “We haven’t had sex in forever.”

“That’s not true…” you said, but you trailed off. You thought back to the last time you and Sungchan had been intimate. It was during a trip to Jeju Island that the two of you had been on. It had been a great trip, it was so rare that the two of you were able to get away together. Both of you had your commitments with school and work that there wasn’t much time. That trip had been… six weeks ago?

Jesus, you didn’t think it had been that long. You’d just been so tired lately, having to balance all the different aspects of your life. If you weren’t working or going to school or studying or at your internship, you were usually asleep.

“I didn’t want to say anything before ‘cause you’re always busy but you’re just watching music videos right now, right? So you have time?” he said this as he was slowly rutting against your thigh.

As it happened, you did have time. And you realised you were horny.

“Stop,” you said, and he stilled, looking at you with his large Bambi eyes.

“Sorry, I got carried away. I’ll just go–,” he began, starting to get up and looking completely disheartened.

“Be quiet,” you cut him off. “Get off the bed and on your knees.”

You could see him practically buzzing with excitement as he did what he was told. You sat up over the side of the bed now, Sungchan looking up at you. The erection in his sweatpants was evident. You stuck your foot out and brushed it ever so gently with your toes and Sungchan gasped. 

“Aw, baby,” you said, a little mockingly, “I’m sorry I’ve been a little neglectful lately.”

This was a relatively new thing for both you and Sungchan, this domme/sub dynamic. The two of you had had a few drinks one night and started talking about things you wanted to explore together sexually. When Sungchan shyly brought up the idea of being a sub, his cheeks flushed, you were intrigued. You’d never dommed anyone before but it was definitely something you were up for.

“It’s okay, mommy,” Sungchan said, pushing his hips forwards a little. He loved calling you mommy. The first time he said it, it had slipped out in the throes of passion and he’d looked terribly embarrassed but you’d loved it. Now it was a staple of your sex life.

“But that doesn’t make it okay for you to be such a desperate slut,” you said, pulling your foot away. Sungchan looked simultaneously excited and crestfallen.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” he said, looking a little pathetic on his knees with his eager cock poking through his grey sweats, but pathetic looked good on him. It was sexy. “I didn’t mean to be a desperate slut. I just need you so bad sometimes…”

“I know, baby. Of course you didn’t mean it,” you said, your voice dripping with condescension. This was a turn on for the both of you. “So tell me what you want to do to me.”

Sungchan’s eyes lit up. “I want to fuck you! Make you cum!”

“Hmm,” you said, your brow slightly furrowed. “Were you really thinking about making mommy cum? Or were you being a selfish baby and only thinking about getting yourself off? I mean, you were practically humping my thigh. That’s not where my clit is,” you said, pointedly.

Sungchan let out a pained moan and you felt it straight in your core. You knew your pussy was dripping already.

“I do want to make you cum, I just need to cum so bad too! I haven’t in so long… I haven’t even jerked off!” he said, wide-eyed, and it almost made you lose your domme resolve and melt on the spot.

“Really? You’ve been saving all your cum for mommy? Six weeks worth? Well, I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy. You wanna taste?”

“Yes, mommy, please let me taste you.”

“Okay, baby,” you said. You pulled your panties down your legs and let them drop onto the floor. Then you spread your legs so that Sungchan was eye level with your cunt. You saw his eyes narrow in on it, and he leaned forward with his tongue out and ready.

“No,” you said, snapping your legs closed. “Not like that.”

Sungchan looked taken aback but said nothing, choosing to pout cutely instead. 

You spread your legs open again, this time taking two fingers and rubbing them along your wetness. You saw your boyfriend shift his hips eagerly, keeping his eyes trained on what your fingers were doing. Once they were nice and coated, you stuck them out in front of his face.

“Lick.”

Sungchan eagerly devoured your fingers, closing his eyes as he did so to relish the taste. He moaned with your digits in his mouth and then stopped abruptly, pulling his mouth off of them and looking down and then back up at you.

“Shit! I’m so sorry,” he said, his eyes full of remorse.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, before you looked down and saw it. The wet spot on his sweatpants.

“Did you just cum in your pants?” you asked with astonishment. Sungchan had never done that before.

“I’m really sorry. I don’t know how it happened,” he said, his face filling with shame. “You just tasted so good and I…” he let out a whine. 

“Baby, it’s okay,” you said. You actually felt bad. You didn’t realise just how pent up he was and honestly, the fact that he cummed his pants was kind of really fucking hot. “Come here. Get up on the bed with me.” You didn’t want to go too far if he was feeling genuinely humiliated.

“No, it’s okay,” he said, “You can keep going. I want this.” 

“You’re sure?”

“I am. I’m so pathetic cumming in my pants like that,” he bit his lip.

You saw the look in Sungchan’s eyes. He was enjoying the degradation. It only served to turn you on even more how much he was enjoying it. You leaned down and gave him a comforting peck on the lips before straightening up again.

“You’re right. What kind of pathetic man cums his pants just from licking mommy’s fingers?”

“I’m sorry!” he said, shuffling forward on his knees and placing his head in your lap, letting out another embarrassed whine.

You took his hair between your fingers and grabbed it tightly. You pulled it gently, forcing him to look up at you. “You’re going to make it up to me, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, mommy, I’ll do anything.”

“Good boy. How about this? You have to make me cum three times before you can cum again. What do you think about that?”

Sungchan looked up at you, slightly alarmed.

“Three times?”

“If you fail, it’ll be six more weeks without cumming,” you said and you saw his eyes widen.

“Are you serious? Six more weeks without sex?”

“I didn’t say we wouldn’t have sex. I said you wouldn’t get to cum.”

You saw his mouth fall open in shock and it thrilled you. “But–”

“Don’t argue with me,” you said, your voice harsh. “You wasted mommy’s load in your pants and now you have to face the consequences.”

Sungchan pouted huffily but didn’t say anything.

“Since I’m feeling soft, I’ll let you choose. How did you want to make mommy cum first?”

Your boyfriend looked thoughtful for a second before asking, “Can I finger you?” You could tell he figured it was the safest option. He’d just cum from tasting you and he wasn’t about to stick his cock in you just yet.

“If that’s what you want, baby,” you said, moving back and laying down on the bed. “Come up here and show me what you got. But take off your dirty sweatpants first.”

Sungchan stood up and pulled off his sweats, revealing his cock that was already half hard again. He got on the bed and sat between your spread legs, eyeing your core and looking eager.

“Can I touch your pretty pussy, mommy?”

“Such good manners. Yes, baby.”

Sungchan reached down and gently began to play with your clit, watching your face as he did so. He liked watching you react in pleasure to things he was doing to you. He loved pleasing you. His lithe fingers expertly worked between your legs as you let out a moan. God, you hadn’t been touched in so long, you forgot how good it felt, how good Sungchan was at this.

Taking your moan as encouragement, Sungchan pushed two fingers into your cunt and you squeezed around them. “You’re so wet, mommy. My fingers slid right in.”

“It’s because you make mommy wet,” you said, already grinding against his palm. 

Sungchan blushed and applied more pressure to your clit causing you to arch your back a little. He pumped his fingers inside you skillfully while continuing to work your sweet spot, slower then faster. You realised in that moment that it wasn’t only Sungchan who was pent up. You also hadn’t cum in six weeks and your orgasm was approaching far faster than you’d intended.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum soon,” you breathed and your boyfriend moved faster, coaxing it out of you. It crashed over you in one strong wave and you came with a small shriek. Sungchan grinned, evidently proud of himself for making you cum so quickly.

“Did I do good?” he asked, sweetly. He was obviously fishing for praise and you were happy to give it to him.

“You did so good, baby. You made mommy feel so good.”

He beamed and leaned down, kissing you on the lips. “I’m gonna use my tongue this time.”

You were surprised. “Are you sure you can handle that?”

He nodded, “I can. Please? You always taste so much sweeter after you cum.” Now it was your turn to blush. The fact that your boyfriend was so attentive to your body that he knew the differences in the way your pussy tasted made you feel simultaneously flattered and self-conscious.

“Go for it, baby,” you replied. Sungchan moved between your legs, laying on his belly with his face near your cunt. He grabbed you around the thighs for purchase and slowly began licking your wetness, lapping it up. It reminded you of a kitten. You squirmed a bit, feeling a little over stimulated from the orgasm you just had.

“God… You’re such a pretty little kitty. Maybe I should start calling you that, hmm? Would you like to be my kitty?”

Sungchan paused his licking, “I’ll be your anything,” he said, pressing his tongue to your clit harder this time.

You squirmed again and moaned, “That’s a good kitty.”

You felt Sungchan grin against your pussy. “Thank you, mommy,” he said as he dove back in, this time pushing his nose into your clit and tonguing your entrance. You gasped at the feeling and let out a shaky breath.

“Yeah, kitty, just like that,” you breathed, writhing against his face.

Sungchan pushed his face into your cunt. He kissed and licked and sucked on your clit all the while asking for praises. He was eating you out with such enthusiasm that you wondered if you did taste as sweet as he claimed. You propped yourself up on your elbows and you looked down at him. You saw him slowly grinding his pelvis into the mattress as he was eating you out and you smiled.

“Be careful humping the mattress like that, kitty,” you said, before throwing your head back down onto the pillow. “You know our deal.”

Sungchan whined a little but stilled his movements as difficult as it was for him to do so. He didn’t want to cum again so soon, especially if he wasn’t inside you and he definitely didn’t want to be punished with no cumming for another six weeks.

He continued to eat you out eagerly, sucking up your arousal like it was the sweetest nectar. You were whimpering now, pushing your cunt against his face.

“Fuck… Kitty…” you said, your legs shaking now and Sungchan, noticing this, redoubled his efforts. He slid two fingers into your pussy as he continued to use his mouth on your clit. Before you knew it, you could feel another orgasm wracking your body, this one stronger than the last one. You came shouting his name and his chest puffed in pride seeing how he was able to make you fall apart like that.

You laid there, giving yourself a minute to recover from the orgasm you just had when you looked at Sungchan. His mouth was glossy with your arousal and he looked slightly pink cheeked. He was sitting up now and you could see his rock hard cock leaking precum.

“Kitty, you’re going to fuck me now,” you said, with as much authority as you could muster while feeling slightly worn out from your two orgasms.

Your boyfriend looked at you wide-eyed and slightly panicked. “But… I’ll cum. Can’t I eat you out again instead? Or use a toy on you?”

“That’s not my problem,” you said and you saw your boyfriend pout again, looking worried. He looked so cute that you almost wanted to relent and let him do whatever he wanted. Almost.

“What are you waiting for? Mommy wants your cock. I can get on top if you–”

“No!” Sungchan cut you off. “I’ll be on top.”

You smirked, knowing that Sungchan wouldn’t last five seconds with you on top, controlling the pace. He obviously knew this too.

Sungchan moved up on top of you, getting his cock between your legs. He looked into your eyes and smiled a little before kissing you on the mouth.

“You’re the sweetest kitty,” you said, caressing his cheek a little. Sungchan kissed you one more time before grabbing his member and lining it up with your entrance. Just the feeling of it there was enough to make you moan again.

He closed his eyes and began pushing it in slowly, inch by agonising inch. You could tell he was holding his breath and trying to think of anything else so that he wouldn’t cum before you. When he was fully inside you, he opened his eyes, looking into yours.

“I– I don’t think I’m gonna last long… You feel too good,” he whined, his brow furrowed in worry.

“It’s okay,” you cooed with condescension, “You just have to make me cum first.”

He let out another whine and you smirked. God, he was so fucking cute. You did a kegel on his cock and he practically sputtered.

“Please! Please don’t do that,” he said, looking pained.

“Kitty, you need to move. You’re not going to make me cum by just staying like that.”

He nodded as he began moving inside you slowly. He tucked into the crook of your neck as he did so, trying to block everything out in order to not cum.

“Mommy missed your cock so much, kitty,” you said lasciviously. You moaned in his ear. “How does mommy’s pussy feel?”

“It feels good…” he practically whispered.

You decided to have a little more fun. You grabbed his hand and moved it so that it was on your breast. You then put your hand on top of his hand and made him squeeze. “When you squeeze my tits, it makes me so fucking wet.”

He grunted a little in response. He was still moving so slowly inside of you.

“Look at me, kitty,” you said, and Sungchan obeyed, albeit hesitantly. He took his face out of the crook of your neck and looked down at you. You saw that he had tears in his eyes from trying to hold back cumming.

Something about this turned you on immensely, just how eager he was to please, to obey, to be a good boy for you. He whimpered and it made you gush.

“Faster, kitty. I need it faster.”

His expression still pained, he began to move faster. 

“It feels too good,” he said, tears falling from his eyes now. “Please… I’m gonna cum. Let me cum!”

“No,” you said firmly. “Not until you make me cum again.”

Sungchan let out a little sob, his nose turning pink in the process. He reached down and began rubbing your clit haphazardly as he fucked you, hoping against hope that he’d be able to make you orgasm soon. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back.

The sight of him teary eyed, so desperately trying to please you was enough to send more waves of pleasure through your body.

“You’re such a good kitty,” you murmured, “pathetically trying to please mommy.”

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” he let out another sob. “I can’t hold back anymore.” You could tell he was going to cum by the way he sped up his thrusts, squeezing your ass tightly with his hand and fucking you sloppily. 

His desperate thrusts brought you closer to your peak. Before either of you knew it, the two of you were cumming together, his sticky seed filling you up as you arched your back and clenched around his cock. It was the strongest orgasm you’d had yet, coming in multiple waves. He let out one last sob and collapsed on top of you, burying his head in your neck again.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I tried the best I could but I just couldn’t stop myself. Did I cum first?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you cooed comfortingly. You rubbed his back in circles the way he liked as he moved so that he was now laying down beside you. “You did so good. Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Am I gonna be punished?”

You giggled a little at the concern evident in his voice. “No. You did give me three orgasms. It’s okay that we tied on the last one. I kind of liked it, actually.”

“Yeah?” Sungchan said, looking elated.

“Mm-hmm,” you said, kissing him on the face. “Also, I just want to say sorry for being so neglectful lately. Between work and school and everything else, I think I began to take our relationship for granted.”

Your boyfriend smiled. “It’s okay, YN. I know how much you’ve got going on. I never wanted to pressure you or anything but I just really needed you today.”

“I didn’t feel pressured. And I wouldn’t want you so down bad that you cum your pants again.”

“Hey!” Sungchan exclaimed in slight embarrassment. He gave you a playful bite on your shoulder that made you squeal. “We’re not going to mention that!”

“Fine,” you giggled, pecking him on the lips. “Whatever my kitty wants, my kitty gets.”

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[moonstruckme]

Hi!!! I really really love how you write Lily! Could you please write something where Lily is comforting the reader who’s going through a friendship breakup and is taking it really hard?

Thanks lovely! <3

Lily Evans x fem!reader ♡ 864 words

You can tell your moping is starting to make your girlfriend nervous. She keeps bringing you things as she bakes, first the beaters to lick clean, then a spoonful of dough, and now cookies in droves, two or three at a time as different rounds come out of the oven and delivered with brief, cajoling kisses. She’s trying to infuse you with a better mood by all manner of sweet things. 

“I’m okay,” you promise as she comes back in, your plate reloaded. “I really am full this time, baby.” 

Lily hums discontentedly but sets the cookies down. “And when you say you’re okay,” she says, perching on the armrest beside where you’re sitting on the couch, “do you mean you’re okay without more food, or…” 

“In general,” you reassure her. “I’m alright, really. I can feel you worrying.” 

Her fingers skim down your hair, slotting a piece behind your ear. “Well, I don’t mean to make you feel my worry,” she says, “but I don’t mind worrying. And this would be a…a very understandable thing to be not okay about.” 

You can’t quite look at her. “Yeah.” You shrug, trying to sound lighter than you feel. “I just figure there’s not much point in being all sad about something I can’t fix. Best to move on, you know?” 

“I do know a thing or two about losing someone you’re close to,” Lily agrees. 

And she does, you remember. Her sister. You look up, shameful, but she only smiles gently. 

“Moving on does help, definitely, but you can’t really just skip over the feelings, either. It’s…” Her expression goes sheepish. “Well, it sounds sort of awful to say, but it’s almost like they’ve died, isn’t it? At least, the relationship you had did.” 

“Yeah,” you sigh, relieved. You’d felt wrong for thinking it, but you’ve been feeling the same. The awkward, unidentifiable tension you’ve been carrying around starts to uncoil. “It’s really weird, not talking to them.” 

“I know, sweetheart.” She takes your hand, rubbing her thumb over yours softly. Her eyes are heavy with understanding. “It’ll probably always be weird, if I’m honest. But it won’t always hurt so terribly. You know this is the right thing for both of you.” 

“I know,” you say, shallowing your breaths in an attempt to suppress the tears stinging in your eyes. Lily strokes a short line into the back of your hand. You can feel the weight of her gaze on you, but you keep your stare determinedly downward, blinking forcefully. “Sorry,” you choke out. “I don’t mean to be such a drag.” 

“Baby,” Lily laughs, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and the other around your head as she pulls you into her chest. And she’s all softness; soft flesh giving way to your shoulder, and a soft hand cradling your face, the soft silk of her hair tickling your nose as it falls around your face like a curtain. 

“You’re not a drag,” she promises, “you’re just sad. It’s okay to be sad, my love. Don’t stopper yourself up on my account, okay? Please.” 

You don’t cry for long, possibly because there’s not much left to cry for. You’re both right; what’s done is done, and it’ll hurt even if that hurt is pointless. You’ve lost someone who other people still get to have, or maybe you’ve lost the love more than the person, and maybe that’s worse. You can’t fix it, don’t want to, so this is all that’s left to do. Miss it. 

“My sweet girl,” Lily murmurs into your hair, “I’m sorry. You’ll be alright, I promise.” 

“I know,” you say croakily. You reach up to wipe your eyes, but she beats you to it, thumb stroking underneath your lashes with enough care to nearly have you bursting into tears all over again. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be, you haven’t done anything wrong.” She sounds almost pleading. “You’re allowed to be upset, okay? Really, I’ve been counting on it all day. I’m just glad you didn’t go to bed without letting yourself have a cry. I was starting to really worry.” 

“Is that what the cookies have been about?” you tease, feeling lighter as tears cool on your cheeks. Your voice comes out easier. 

Lily hums. “Perhaps.” 

“Wait, really?” You pull away from her chest so you can see her. “You were trying to feed me until I felt better?” 

“Well, would there be anything wrong with that?” 

“No,” you laugh, “but I feel like it’d have been a lot less effort just to cuddle.” 

Lily beams, then looks guilty for it, tapering her smile down into something more sheepish. “I could still do that,” she says, slipping off the armrest and into your lap. You bite down on your own smile as she smears a kiss over your cheek. “I’ve got more cookies coming out in a few minutes, but aside from that brief interruption I’m all yours.” 

“More cookies?” you ask, leaning back to peer into the kitchen at the overflowing cooling racks. “How many are there going to be?” 

“You seemed very sad,” she reasons, stroking a piece of hair near your face. “It’s possible I may have overcompensated.”

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Eri Reader x Straw Hats Part 24- Whole Cake Island

This is another doozy of an arc, so there will be abridging!

-Sanji made true on his vow to you, as soon as he saw Big Mom, who was pleased to see both him and you, he immediately asked her, “I will do whatever you ask of me, but do not let my family, any of them, anywhere near Y/N.”

-Big Mom seemed surprised by his request, leering down at him while her children were all doing the same, angered that he was making demands when he was going to be killed at the wedding.

-When she asked him of his reason, while you were hugging Sanji close, your arms wrapped around his neck, “You know what Germa 66 is capable of. If they get their hands on Y/N, who knows the torture she’s going to be put through, to get information on her abilities.”

-This made everyone freeze, they knew exactly what Germa 66 was capable of, that’s why they were arranging this wedding, but to see you in Sanji’s arms, trembling with fear, as you wanted to back to all the others, they were a bit more willing to listen now.

-Big Mom agreed to his terms, “Katakuri, my strongest son, will watch Y/N and keep her safe.” The massive man approached, looking so fall, even taller than Doflamingo, as you were a bit in awe as Sanji agree before looking down at you, as he had told you before this meeting that Luffy would come, he knows he will, “Be good Y/N. I’ll see you soon.” You nodded softly before turning to face the Charlotte Family.

-You were scared but when Katakuri picked you up, his hands almost swallowing you up, you felt something, you could tell that he was very strong, but he wasn’t a bad person, you couldn’t explain the feeling, as he held you up on his shoulder, safe and secure.

-Big Mom, curious of your past, as she had heard a lot about you, invited you to a tea party, where she had so many cakes and tea, “You’ll be part of our family soon enough, Y/N, so enjoy yourself!”

-You were confused, looking so innocent sitting on Katakuri’s knee, “But I already have a family, my big brothers, big sisters, and my mama!” Big Mom chose to ignore you, thinking that you had been brainwashed by the Straw Hats. You would come around soon enough.

-You didn’t know that your tea had been drugged, after you ate a bit, so you wouldn’t get sick, just putting you to sleep, and once you were out, Pudding came forward and used her ability to pull out your memory, which almost looked like a movie film reel, so everyone could see it.

-Big Mom knew about the condition of your body, the scars, and she was fully ready to make each of the Straw Hats pay, thinking they had done that do you.

-Only they didn’t they were the ones who rescued you. They saw this unknown man, Overhaul, experimenting on you, making you scream and cry, terrible sounds and visuals that none of the Charlotte Family would be able to forget anytime soon.

-They saw when Luffy found you, rescuing you, and how kindly he treated you, feeding you, and how you had been treated by the other members, all with gentle kindness, other than the occasional forehead flick when you did some reckless.

-Big Mom was distraught when she saw what your abilities allowed you to do, bringing those back from the dead, tears welling in her eyes as she thought of Mother Caramel. However, when she saw the repercussions of your ability, the high fevers, and the risk it put on your life, she was torn. She wanted to see Mother Caramel more than anything, but she wasn’t willing to risk a child’s health and safety for it.

-Seeing that the Straw Hats were not the ones that did this to you, the murderous intent faded for them at least, as Big Mom demanded to know who this Overhaul was, wanting to find any information about him.

-While Big Mom wasn’t going to go after the Straw Hats, unless if they tried anything funny, she wasn’t going to let them take you back, after seeing what you have gone through the past few years. They were incompetent in her eyes, unable to properly keep you safe.

-A few days later, you thought you heard someone saying something about Luffy, but you weren’t completely sure, as you hugged Katakuri face from the side, from your spot on his shoulder.

-Katakuri was unsure of this feeling he felt for you, it was so strange, so new, it wasn’t like the feeling he felt with his cute little siblings. This was something else, but he liked it.

-He did his job, keeping you safe, keeping a watchful eye on you, even when you were playing with other children, including the Charlotte Family children, making sure that you were safe at all times.

-Katakuri was very open with you, not feeling afraid of you being afraid of him, so he showed you his snack time ritual, showing you his true self.

-Instead of being scared your eyes were huge and sparkly as you watched him eat donuts, “So cool! You can eat such big donuts in one bite!!” This is what made his affection for you grow.

-The only thing Katakuri didn’t allow was for you to see Sanji, despite feeling his heart aching, seeing your puppy dog eyes, seeing you look so cute, calling Sanji your big brother.

-Katakuri took you to a place that overlooked the harbor and pointed out the Germa 66’s ship, “That’s Sanji’s family. From what I know he doesn’t see himself as a member of that family, but he wants us to keep you away from them, to keep you safe.” You remember Sanji saying the same thing, and it made you curious, wanting to know why Sanji didn’t like his family.

-When you heard that Luffy was on the island, along with Ace, Nami, Brook, and Chopper, your eyes lit up, wanting to return to your home on Sunny with them, along with Sanji.

-Katakuri felt like scum when you cried, when he told you that you weren’t going back with them, that Big Mom, or Mama as she had been wanting you to call her, was adopting you and you were going to be a part of her family. You didn’t understand and Katakuri felt guilt, seeing you in such a state.

-It was Luffy and Ace, working together, that led Katakuri leaving you with Sanji, who held you close, hugging you so tightly and Sanji felt the ice in Katakuri’s stare when he told the cook to keep you safe while he dealt with the invaders, not outright telling you that it was Luffy and Ace, so you wouldn’t be upset.

-Your little hands cupped Sanji’s face, seeing that he was injured, having been beaten by his family, being the weakest of them all, which made tears well in your eyes.

-Your horn flared to life, and he caught your hands, halting your actions, smiling softly down at you, “Don’t Y/N. I’ll be fine. I promise.” You lifted your pinkie finger to him, and he couldn’t help but grin, feeling warm and locked fingers with you.

-You then heard a new voice, “Is that Y/N?” you both turned and saw three more men, who looked kind of like Sanji, one with red hair, one with blue, and one with green, and a lady with pink hair.

-Sanji held you close, getting ready to move to run before Reiju came over, beaming down at you, “Hello there Y/N. I’m Reiju, Sanji’s big sister!” your eyes went wide, hearing this, and while Sanji seemed okay with her being close, he took a step back when the other three tried to approach.

-You then saw another man, a large man, following them, looking surprised to see you in Sanji’s arms, as he was curious as to where you were, as he knew that Big Mom had brought you to the island alongside his useless child.

-Niji and Ichiji both came over, telling you their names, as they knew their father’s plan on using you, and if they could get you easily like this, away from Big Mom’s watchful eyes, then they were going to take it.

-Yonji came over, looking cheerful, “And I’m Yonji!” instantly your mood and demeanor went from curious to terrified, your hands winding into Sanji’s shirt, your eyes going wide as you started breathing heavily, like you were panicking.

-Sanji and Reiju were quick to notice the change as your eyes were locked on Yonji, who tilted his head to the side, confused as to why you were looking at him like that.

-Sanji was quick to put his hands over your eyes and you quickly turned, burying your face into Sanji’s chest, trying to hide from this man. You didn’t know him, but his voice… it was the same as Overhaul’s.

-Reiju was quick to slap Yonji, demanding to know what he had done to you to make you so afraid, which caused lots of yelling. Sanji noticed Reiju pointing to the window, giving him an out, as she was terrified to see you look so scared, and Sanji ran, leaping out the window.

-His brothers and father all yelled, seeing him escaping, as Sanji used his sky walk to escape, descending safely while holding you close. Sanji was willing to do whatever it took to keep you safe, and if it was his life or yours, he would always make sure that you were safe, every single time.

-Luck was on his side when he saw Luffy, Ace, and Nami again, running to safety after having defeated Cracker and escaping and he shouted, “NAMI-SAN!!” She turned, hearing Sanji as Niji was closing in on him, using his power suit to catch up.

-Sanji squeezed you once before tossing you towards the group and instantly you felt Luffy’s rubber arms wrapping around you before pulling you into his chest.

-You looked up, tears blooming in your eyes as you cried, “Big brother!!”

-He held you close, not letting you look back, as he looked murderous as Niji, Ichiji, and Yonji were attacking Sanji, while Reiju and Judge looked on, but Nami was the one to grab Luffy, and the three of them ran, looking for a place to hide.

-For a while, you were safe, crying in Nami’s arms as you told them what Sanji’s mean family had done and how Big Mom wasn’t going to let you go with them, that she wasn’t going to let you go.

-Ace just ruffled your hair softly, trying to console you, “It will be okay Y/N. We’re going to get Sanji back and then were going to meet up with the others in Wano.” You sniffled softly, giving him a firm nod and he grinned, seeing you looking happier.

-That was short lived when you were attacked by Big Mom’s children, Katakuri taking you back from Luffy, who was demanding him to let you go. You were trembling, looking scared as they were all captured and taken away.

-Katakuri had been furious to see you there, knowing Sanji had betrayed him, but when he returned to Sanji, Katakuri saw that he was badly beaten, as if he had been violently attacked. Katakuri wasn’t dumb to realize that Germa 66 had found you, and Sanji took you to safety, with Luffy and the others.

-You were crying, seeing Sanji in such a state before you scared Katakuri by leaping from his shoulder, to get to Sanji. He caught you safely, sighing softly in relief, “That was reckless.”

-Another voice then spoke up, “I agree.” You both turned, seeing Reiju there, holding medical supplies, looking upset, as if she didn’t want this to happen to Sanji.

-Sanji, through gasps of pain, as he refused to let you use your ability on him, told you that Reiju was the only good one in his family, beside his mother, Sora.

-You noticed Reiju trying not to cry, hearing her mother’s name, and Katakuri remained silent, letting you be with Sanji and Reiju, hearing the tale of how the Germa 66 came to be, and what Sora was willing to do to keep her children safe.

-You were in tears by the time he finished the tale, telling you how Reiju snuck him out all those years ago, getting him to a ship where he would later meet Zeff

-Your horn started glowing by itself as you sniffled, crying as Sanji tried to move, immediately hissing in pain, “Y/N! Calm down!” Katakuri went to touch you when a bright light filled the room and only moments later, a woman was standing there, blond, with curly eyebrows.

-Reiju’s jaw dropped open, her tears welling as the woman gasped suddenly, taking her first breath, “Mother!!” Sora turned, being embraced by her now much older daughter, surprised to see her there before she gasped, “Sanji!!”

-You stumbled back, holding your head, feeling woozy as Katakuri pulled you into his arms, pulling his scarf off, wrapping it around you as you started developing a fever, tears streaming down your cheeks.

-Sanji was in disbelief, seeing his mother there, tears welling in his eyes, but he didn’t care, he openly cried as she held him close, holding her sweet child in her arms once more.

-Katakuri was conflicted, he knew that the Germa 66 was going to die at the wedding, at least those four men who deserved it, but seeing these three, seeing the love they had, it didn’t feel right to let them die too.

-Sora was pleased to meet you, once your fever broke, as Sanji explained your ability, and how you brought her back to life, as she hugged you close, cuddling you. She was a lot like Sanji, so warm and cuddly.

-Reiju then spoke, “Y/N, what did Yonji do to make you so scared of him?” She had been wondering this, as did Sanji, and hearing this, Katakuri and Sora were also curious, but only Katakuri had pain on the mind.

-You hesitated for only a moment before you pushed up one of the sleeves on your shirt, showing your scars, making the two women gasp in shock as Sanji looked mad, seeing them again, “I… he- he didn’t do anything, but he… he has the same voice as… as Overhaul, the one who did this to me.”

-Sora cuddled you close again, vowing to keep you safe.

-Katakuri then spoke, “I know Mama wants to use you as well Y/N, when you’re older and stronger. She said it was to keep you safe, but the safest spot is with that loud mouthed captain of yours. I’ll help you all get to safety.”

-He then told you all about the plot to kill Germa 66, so big Mom could take the technology for herself, to create weapons, and you realized that she was no better than the Germa 66.

-Sanji agreed to go through with the plan, as Katakuri could see, with his future sight, that shit was going to hit the fan tomorrow.

-You remained with Katakuri, to help with the plan, as Reiju, Sanji, and Sora went to rescue the others, telling them of the plan and the inside friend they now had.

-Luffy calmed, hearing that Katakuri was willing to help you all escape, but he agreed to go through with the plan, as they had their own inside man, with Capone Bege, who was helping arrange for the wedding to go badly.

-Sora was distraught to learn what Judge had done to their children, seeing what they had become, but knowing that Reiju and Sora were good, and that Sanji had you, she was willing to do whatever it took to help where she could.

-Bege had the idea of her being a shock factor, to stop the Germa 66, if they tried to come after them during the fallout, something Reiju agreed to help with, as she was leaving to be with her mother.

-Sanji offered them a safe place with Zeff, whom he knew would take them both in, and they liked the idea of the easy life, working in a restaurant, one that helped raise Sanji into the man he was today.

-You were in Katakuri’s arms, wearing a pretty dress, one fit for a wedding, looking a little nervous as you watched Pudding, who you found out wasn’t as nice as she pretended to be, and Sanji up on the humongous wedding cake.

-Katakuri looked down at you, giving you a tiny squeeze, one that reassured you.

-Shit hit the fan and it hit it hard and fast when Luffy and the others launched their attack, shooting Mother Caramel’s photograph, sending Big Mom into a fit of anguish, one that would have hurt your ears, had Katakuri not put mochi in your ears prior to her losing it.

-Your eyes were wide as you saw Sanji saving his family, who had been encased in hard candy, so they could be easily shot, but he glared down at them as Reiju took his hand, “Never come after me or Y/N again!”

-Reiju beamed at them as they went to stand, to attack Sanji, demanding who he thought he was before a voice spoke up, “He’s my very normal human son!!” They all turned, seeing Sora there and eyes went wide, seeing her alive, realizing that you had brought her back to life.

-Judge looked so elated to see her, trying to approach but she popped off with the mother of all bitch slaps, sending him spinning as she glared hard, “Children are not weapons! I tried to teach you this then, and I’ll teach you this now! Why do you think they had no feelings being faced with death?!”

-Reiju grabbed her mother, hugging her close and took off, using her boots to skywalk, as they rushed for the ship Katakuri had prepared for them, as Sanji had called Zeff, letting him know what had happened and he agreed to take the two women in.

-Katakuri had to make it look like he was fighting Ace and Luffy, to keep up appearances, as they were pulled into the mirror by Brulée, who was in on the plot, willing to help Katakuri, and willing to help you, after you showed her such sweet kindness, one she had never felt before, getting everyone safely to the ship.

-Katakuri hesitated in handing you over, he didn’t want to let you go, Ace saw the look in his eyes and smiled softly, “You’re welcome to join us, if you want to.” Katakuri was startled by this offer, before he shook his head sadly, handing you to Brook, “No, my place is here with my family, just as you all belong together.”

-You caught his hand, surprising him as you beamed, “Don’t forget to come and see me, okay?” he chuckled softly, stroking his thumb down your cheek, before he left, retreating to his family.

-Your eyes were huge and sparkly, watching Carrot go Sulong, which was amazing to see, as you had never seen anything like it, but she was still Carrot, as she hugged you, rubbing her cheek against her own, once she took out several of the opposing ships.

-Ace held you on his shoulders, his hat on your head, as everyone managed to escape as Luffy beamed, “Onward to Wano!!”

-You threw your hands up, cheering with the others, wondering what awaited you on your next adventure!!

[karusenka]

I believe Corazon has yandere potential however he would still be such a kind soul to you no matter what (not like his brother who will treat you like shit)

I see him as someone who would kidnap you just to protect you, mostly from Doflamingo, but from others too, he just cares about you so much! He doesn't want you to get hurt by Doffy (or others)... He doesn't want to lose you! So that would be the best option for you, to keep you away from everyone else.

Of course he would understand that you do not like this idea, you can scream at him, cry, punch him, anything! Corazon would try his best to calm you down, but if you still refused he would get hurt very badly. Don't even say that you hate him because you will break his heart, but like I said, he understands you! He understands that you might hate him for what he did but... It hurts so much because he loves you! He would kill and die for you and now you tell him how you despise you, but he hopes you will calm down soon.

However he feels so much guilt that he thinks he deserves all that hatred towards him, he did something against you. He keeps you like a prisoner, no matter how nicely you are treated, you were still kidnapped by him. Corazon wants you to hurt him, he deserves it! He is such a terrible person for doing this to you! He hates himself for doing such a thing and he wants to be punished by you, he will never forgive himself so please hurt him! He wants your hands around his neck, he wants you to punch and slap him, Corazon would let you do anything you want to him.

He often cries while holding you and apologizing over and over. He wants the best for you, to be happy and even if you end up being happy he will still feel bad! He manipulated you to feel okay with being kidnapped! He is an awful, horrible person! He wants you to be free, but the fear of losing you is too big

[barbwritesstuff]

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Ashdhdhsg ok if you don’t mind my Chris obsession in your inbox, here’s some more!

Some disclaimers:

1) this is going to get. um. pretty granular.

2) I'm code diving for the sake of optimizing my Comparative Chris Studies.

3) My analysis going to be filtered through the lens of my own playthroughs and emotional reactions.

4) I will be asking lots of questions, mostly rhetorical - I am simply enchanted by the possibilities of the text. Please don’t answer any of them unless you really feel like it - I don’t want to bombard you!!

5) This is already pretty lengthy and I'm far from done -_-; I'm numbering these asks to avoid confusion.

Beginning from the beginning: Chris suing for everything is sooo awful I love them. The later reveal that they’re a lawyer is insane context for the first divorcee scene:

“there is no going back once there are lawyers involved. There is no hope for a reunion, or even an amiable end. Lawyers mean two things. Pain and paper. That's the only way this can end now. Pain and fucking paper.”

Jesus Christ mc, tell me how you really feel. The way this frames their perception of the entire relationship as doomed from the beginning, even if it's just subconscious? The way it frames their perception of Chris as a person? ouch.

Early Chris is so interesting from meta perspective. In these early scenes, your reading of their character changes pretty drastically with your assumptions about the relationship and the character/personality of your own mc. You can totally play as an mc who justifies this kind of treatment and is as uncommunicative, unreliable, and unable to let things go as Chris later accuses them of being and has imploded the relationship on the strength of their own bad behaviour, but if you interpret the relationship as ending more from mutually terrible communication skills and regular stressful life stuff? Going scorched earth like this can’t be seen as self protective in the same way - it’s so extreme. It's fun to ponder on Chris containing all of these messy and intricate possibilities regardless of worldstate. This is the kind of thing I love about interactive fiction as a medium, and you handle it so precisely and delicately here, leaving so much room for the player to build their own character while remaining grounded in the story.

The line that’s been stuck in my head since the first time I read it was this one:

“You got Spaghetti before you even met that lying arsehole.”

The mc is either accusing Chris of being a liar in general (which strikes me unlikely from the sense of the character that we get later) or of being a liar within this specific scenario, the divorce. So what did they lie about? Are they not honouring a prenup? or was there no prenup, only a verbal agreement to split things fairly and lovingly in the impossibly unlikely event of a divorce? Is the mc upset specifically about the breaking of marriage vows? Chris clearly has gotten their ducks in order before serving the mc with the divorce papers (another revealing fragment of character that I obsess over. what was up with that). Is it the fact that they must have been planning to break up for a while and instead of navigating it mutually decided instead to blindside the mc? How do you go from wanting to raise a child with someone to coming right out of the gate with a litigious divorce within a few months?

I want to live inside their walls. who said that.

Copy + Paste:

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Side note 1: that waitress seems really sweet cool and genuinely concerned over the mc :(

Side note 2: vampires flush when sated 👀

Side note 3: 911 calls are generally recorded and can often be accessed after the fact with freedom of information requests. Could Chris have unearthed it during their later search for mc? How creepy, if they did. Heavy, panicked breathing, the crunch of broken glass, the call just disconnects. Confirmation of something awful but beyond understanding.

They way you get me immediately into full breakup mode with one line:

"Come back in the morning," Chris says in that slow, specific way, as if speaking to a very young, very stupid child.

IRL that would be an instant blind rage button for me lmao. How dare you speak to me that way. And again! From Chris’s perspective this is a pretty reasonable boundary! but they way they lay it out is so. IDK. Unbecoming. Unworthy of them. plain mean.

There’s this real sense I get from both sides of the relationship of “I’m not sure I ever even really knew this person” the love WAS there and it was real but in the fog of bitterness and anger they both lose sight of it and each other. There's a through line in this part of the game of the way high emotion can mess with your perception of reality and rational decision making.

“It wasn't all bad, was it? There were times you were happy together. Not that anyone would believe it, reading this.”

I interpret this line as the MC doubting Chris's fundamental intentions and affections. Coupled with Chris's lack of concern over the mc's disappearance (put a pin in it) it's just so INTERESTING to be the way that these two have come to see each other almost as strangers, which is really scary and alienating! Neither can give the other an inch of grace or benefit of the doubt. the cognitive dissonance is so compelling to me.

You've had all of these intimate moments, potentially a CHILD (a grandchild, a whole lifetime), with a person you now cannot recognize, who's actions you cannot understand. Of course Chris isn't going to let mc into their house, they could have been anywhere, doing anything, for two months now! the thought that it might not have been by anything but MC's own volition is anathema.

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I'm living for this Chris deep dive that landed in my inbox.

However, I really don't know if i can say anything without spoiling the game... so I'm sharing without comment. 💙

[tumblingxelian]

I know it'll never happen in canon but I'd kind of love it if Emilie had been brought back (No afterlife wife for you Gabriel) & not being an idiot deduced her husband was Hawk Moth.

& like at first she figures she should let sleeping dogs lie, she doesn't want Adrien or herself hated for stuff Gabriel did & everyone seems fine right?

"Say where's your little friend Chloe?" "Oh we're not friends anymore, she's awful, she traumatized Marinette, became a supervillain and finally got banished with her mom. She was terrible since day one, I just never realized it." "I ... See..." (Notices Nathalie's brief deer in the headlights look) "You should meet Zoe, she's much better, Andre is much happier with her around!" "I'll have to do that." (Strained smile)

Cue a drawn out and seemingly very happy meeting with Andre & Zoe, and Zoe feeling quite welcomed but needing to leave to go hang with friends.

Cue Emilie turning all business the second the door closes.

"Andre you knew about the Peacock Miraculous, why didn't you tell anyone what Gabriel was doing?" "I couldn't be sure, gave him the benefit of the doubt and well, we all got a happy ending didn't we?" "You banished your daughter?" "She was abusing me, has been making me do horrible things she was a toddler." "..." (The fuck!?)

Follow that up with a brief and gentle talk with Marinette, broaching the subject of Derision Trauma.

"Trauma? I mean Chloe sucked and I'm glad she's gone, but she never traumatized me." "I see, Adrien seemed to feel differently." "Sorry no clue what that's about, though... He's been awfully weird about spiders lately. Like he expects them to make me breakdown crying or something, I can ask him about that if you want." "No need for that yet dear, now show me what you were working on." :)

(For those confused I am saying Lila basically orchestrated Derision, the only people in that pool room were Adrien & herself. Hence why it gets stuff wrong like Kim not being afraid of spiders)

Finally returning home to Nathalie she asks:

"Nathalie, I know you were Mayura, I know Gabriel was Hawk Moth, and I promise to only be mad at Gabriel if you tell me exactly what you two did to Chloe, and hell, everyone. I want all the detail. Now." (Several hours later into Nathalie's -How we broke several teenagers minds- Seminar) "What the fuck Nathalie?!" "You promised not to be mad!" "What did you expect me to say, congrats on breaking the minds of two teenage girls, one of whom just moved here & other being my god daughter!" "To be fair, Audrey & Andre being terrible parents helped a lot there." "You have no idea how little this is helping your case!"

Cue having to figure out how to fix this mess, if that is even possible.

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

jaunes got a lot of self loathing and issues, do you think that would affect him as a dad? dp you think it would bleed over till one day his kids think they are the problem?

I don't think he'd ever make it so his kids thought they were the problem. Jaune in my head is a metrosexual, kind, and empathetic man. But he's also brutal when it comes to himself. I think his kids would know they are the most precious things in the world to him.

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I was right about birth. 

I really hadn’t wanted to be but I was right as I watched Weiss struggle and push and blood and other liquids came out. 

I was right about birth.

It was a horrific thing. And Ruby stared for a moment before rushing over and taking Weiss by the hand while I loomed nearby with my arms folded. 

I’d done this. It was a terrible bloody struggle to bring new life into this world. I’d inflicted this on Weiss casually in a way. I mean a lot of thought had gone into it but this was all happening because I came inside her one time. And that was pretty fucked up. 

Blood poured out of her body but not so much that the doctors and nurses found it concerning. Her body dilated and stretched and I watched the contractions take her and it seemed like they were going to squeeze the life out of her. I don’t care what you’ve seen on TV. Birth is terrible and it all winds up in this ordeal with blood and screaming. Weiss screamed as she delivered my son into this world and a nurse received the baby with the cord still attached. They cleaned the baby off and handed him over to Weiss who looked exhausted and it was all she could do to take the infant in her arms and rock away. They both looked bone dead tired. Both her and the baby. 

The baby had her hair; white as snow which I thought was precious and hopefully a good sign. He had my darker eyes though which I didn’t think boded well. Weiss cooed down at her little bundle and gently maneuvered him in her arms. 

I moved my hand from my face which had been covering my mouth in horror and I walked over to her. 

“Little Nebel,” she hummed up at me. Her voice sounded hoarse from the screaming. 

“Hush now, my darling,” I murmured. “You look exhausted.” I informed her. “Ruby and I can look after the baby while you get some sleep. You did so well. You’ve earned some rest.” I kissed her gently on the forehead and she looked up at me with tired and beautiful baby blues. Her eyes just fucking were, man. They rocked me. 

“Say his name,” Weiss demanded. “He isn’t ‘the baby.’ Say his name,” she repeated at a whisper. 

“Nebel,” I did. “My son. Nebel Arc.” I did exactly as she commanded me to do. She looked content with that and handed the baby over to me. I took the tiny form in my arms and tucked him into the cradle they formed. 

“Aw,” Ruby cooed. “You’re holding him! How does it feel?”

“I feel…” I trailed off. I felt mostly the same. Gravity still pulled me down to Remnant. But I had Nebel in my arms and I gently rocked him. I felt like something horrible was going to happen. Like I was going to drop the infant and his head was going to smack into the linoleum. I held him a touch tighter to my chest and it must have been visible that I did to Ruby and Weiss because Ruby cooed again which made me look up to see Weiss nodding slowly. She was bleary eyed and seemed to wax and wane with consciousness. Her eyes went half lidded and slowly shut and she curled up onto one side. 

I clutched Nebel tighter in my arms. I felt wary but of what? It was quiet after the rounds and rounds of screaming. It was still. 

“Do you want to hold him?” I asked Ruby.

“Oh, can I?” She was already holding out her arms and I passed Nebel along to her with a low chuckle under my breath. 

“Oh… he has Weiss’s hair. And did you see his eyes?” She begged.  

“I did,” I agreed. 

“He’s got his daddy’s eyes. Oh, our first born son. I hope he’s just like you. In all the ways that really matter,” Ruby purred. 

“Well, maybe hopefully there will be some differences. I’ve been thinking about it a lot actually. There’s quite a bit I don’t want him to take from me.”

“Honesty, kindness, empathy, loyalty, protectiveness, intelligence. What’s wrong with all that?” Ruby demanded. 

“In order?” I asked.

She gave me a weary nod. 

“It fucking hurts. It fucking hurts. It fucking hurts. I’m a fucking dog. I’m a fucking dog. And I’m an over thinker,” I answered. 

“No swearing,” Weiss whimpered tiredly. 

Right, right. 

“I hear you. It’s not easy. But we don’t want easy lives for our babies,” Ruby informed me. “We want them to be able to handle hard lives. And being like you is a good way to do that. That’s one of the things which makes you attractive as a father. Because you’ve had a harder life than anyone and you’re still pushing and going further. That’s what we mean. That’s why we want our babies to be like you. You can pass that along to our children.” She rocked Nebel gently in her arms at a natural born, gods given, pace which looked comfortable and probably impossible for me to ever try to match. “You can pass all that pessimistic knowledge along and really save their little souls.”

I sighed heavily and stared at Nebel. 

“For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee.” I unleashed my son’s little blonde aura into the world. His soul was so pale with little soft blue lights. I tasted him and he tasted delicious. I took three steps back and away. He tasted like caramel over vanilla ice cream and the sharp tang of ozone.

“Was that wise?” Ruby wondered.

“Better he have it. Better he be able to make the choice himself. Better he have a little cushion of protection in this harsh, harsh world.” I wasn’t asking what she thought. If Ruby disagreed with me, then she was wrong. If Weiss disagreed with me, then she was wrong. My son; it was my responsibility. 

Let this be my first act as father besides cradling Nebel in my arms. I was alright with that order. First I held him up and then I brought his soul into this world. Aura was the ability to choose and I wanted my son to have options. 

“What did he do?” Weiss whined with her eyes closed and curled up on her side. 

“He unlocked Nebel’s aura,” Ruby whispered back. “He seems pretty sure that it was the right thing to do.”

Weiss mumbled absently and groaned. 

“It was the right thing to do,” I defended. “I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t sure.” I took a seat in one of the chairs around the little hospital room with beige walls. 

“It’s just… what if he doesn’t want it?” Ruby wondered. And it was at that moment I saw where she would be weak as a mother. She didn’t have a firm hand. She was always putting herself in their shoes and that was strong. But some decisions you needed to make as loving parents against your child’s will. It wasn’t about what Nebel would want. It was about giving him the most options and keeping him safe. 

“Not a choice. Not this. If he doesn’t want to be a hunter, I think that’s fantastic. But he will have aura. It does nothing but keep him safe and give him options. It’s not his choice.”

“But it makes you an empath!” Ruby protested.

“I thought you liked that,” I shot back.

“Not all the time,” she whined. 

“It hurts but I never promised my son an easy life. I, by the very nature of my own existence, can only promise pain and hardship. I don’t have anything else to give and I don’t know how to be a good father without that element. I have to be hard on him. Because you won’t,” I accused and I let enough venom into my words and aura that Ruby flinched and our son stirred in her arms. 

“I don’t…” She stammered. 

“Will you?” I demanded. 

She looked away.

“I have to be the bad guy. Don’t I? I have to take the stern hand. Because you’re too meek and mild and I love that about you. I do. I really, really do. But because you’re so tender and sweet I have to make the hard decisions. When it comes to punishing our son, who are you both going to turn to? Me. You want me to be the bad guy,” I spat. “So I’m going to. And it will be for the best.”

“I don’t want you to be distant…” Ruby went on.

“But I’m not my children’s friend. I’m their father.”

“Can’t it be both?” She wondered. 

“No,” I let the word drip from my lips and she flinched again. “Maybe your dad pulled that off. I can’t. I’m not that slick. I also don’t think he did pull that off even if he tried to. I think he failed and hurt you and was negligent in his responsibilities to you if he even tried to be your friend. But I don’t get that feel off of Taiyang. I don’t think he tried. I think he knew when he needed to be stern while also being emotionally available to you.” 

The baby warbled out an almost word. He stretched his little hand up and touched Ruby's face. Ruby pushed his hand down and softly hummed down at the baby she still rocked. 

"We're in your hands," Ruby decided. "If you say that's for the best and seem so sure I'll bow to your wisdom. I can't even remember what it was like before my aura was unlocked. You are so precious! You is!"

"Neither can I, really," I confessed.

Nebel reached out and grabbed Ruby's finger with his tiny right hand. Her little finger seemed massive compared with how small he was. 

"He looks like you," Ruby informed me. She stared down into the infant’s face lovingly. 

"Does he?" I glanced over at my son's face. I couldn't see myself in him at all. 

"Around the cheeks and in his jaw. Same shape," Ruby went on. She glanced over at me. From my vantage point I couldn’t really see his face super well but it was etched into my mind like a clay tablet. 

"I see Weiss," I admitted. "In his nose shape. And-"

Weiss gently stirred and shifted around our whispering conversation. 

"And the hair," Ruby agreed. "Who's mama's little sweetheart? Will you say mama first or dadda?"

"Isn't talking a long way off?" I wondered. 

"Not so long. Not really," Ruby disagreed this time. 

I stood up and walked behind Ruby. She cradled our son at her bosom and I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me. She leaned back and rubbed her cheek into my chest and then when I bent low she nuzzled my face. Then she lifted Nebel up and rubbed her cheek against his little face and he whimpered in protest. 

“No, you like it,” Ruby demanded, drawing out the word ‘no.’ “You like it. It’s okay. Let me nuzzle your itty-bitty face with mine. Let me love on you. It’s okay. You like it.”

“What if he doesn’t?” I asked from behind her.

“I’m sure he’ll let me know. And a bit louder than that. Let me have this. Let me mush our baby’s face into mine and love him.”

“You poor sweetheart. What are you going to do once he’s able to talk? If he’s anything like me he won’t appreciate his mama being up in his grill all the time.”

“Okay your relationship with your mother is… okay? It’s bad. I want to have a healthy relationship with our babies.”

“I didn’t mean that. I meant that I just wouldn’t appreciate being touched without my permission.”

“But he’s my baby! I need to touch his face. You try it. Nuzzle his face!”

“No,” I shot back. “He didn’t like it.”

“This isn’t about what he would like. I’m doing it for his own good. Like you unlocking his aura.”

“No you’re fuckin’ not.”

“Language! Babies are sponges.” 

“Don’t… don’t change the subject.”

“Don’t swear,” Ruby shot back. “I wouldn’t need to if you didn’t swear. Just try it. He smells so good. He smells like our baby. It’s so precious. Who’s mama’s little champ? You’re going to be a mighty warrior. I can feel it.”

“What if that’s not what he wants to do?” I protested.

“It will be. He has you and me and Weiss as role models. He’s a fighter. Just look at him. Smell your son!”

“Kinda weird. Does he have that new baby smell?”

“Oh psh, don’t be like that. He smells good. He smells like our baby. Our baby! I can’t wait to deliver one of my own. I’m going to be so proud.”

“He is your own,” I pointed out. 

“I meant to actually,” She waved a hand past her genitals. “You know? Not that Nebel isn’t my son. Of course he is my son. Of course he is. But I want to push one out too.”

“You want that? Women,” I breathed.

“What?”

“Did you not see how horrific that was?” I wondered. 

“It was so beautiful!”

“It was so not! It was so not, Rubes. And you want to do that four times? Come on. Level with me. That looked fu- incredibly awful. It did. Didn’t it. It’s like this terrible struggle of bringing new life into the world.”

“But that new life…” Ruby whispered. “It’s so beautiful. That new life is.”

“You guys…” Weiss whimpered. We both shut up. Our son was ebbing his way off to sleep and Ruby passed him to me while she left for the bathroom. I was assuming. 

“You heard all that? Can’t sleep?” I asked Weiss.

“I could if some people were quiet… but yeah. I heard the whole thing. You really think he looks like me?”

“So much so,” I choked. 

“Are you crying?”

“No.”

“Are you lying?”

“Y-yes.”

“Aw…” she trailed and sat up. It was to see me with tears pouring from my eyes as I hunched over my son on one of the seats. “You are crying. Is it because he looks like me?”

“Yes…” I breathed. “He looks so much like you. I want… I want him to take after you in so many ways. I know you want him to be like me but I suffer, Weiss. I suffer. It would be so much better for him if he took after you. I don’t want this,” I waved a hand around my head helplessly. “I don’t want this for him. It scares me. It makes me sad. But looking at his little face and seeing how much he looks like you gives me hope.”

“I feel the exact same way about seeing him in you. I know you think you have it hard and maybe you really do. But nobody is better at handling it than you. That’s all I want. I want him to be able to handle life the way you do.”

“On the verge of tears over nothing?” I looked away.

“Over holding your son? Yes. That’s not nothing. Is it? Is that really nothing to you?” She asked.

“It means so much to me. It’s going to break me. Snap me in half. I bend but I never get there in terms of cracking all the way.” 

“Hold him. Look at him. Let me sleep and we’ll talk more in the morning. Okay?” She was consoling me like I pushed a baby out of my body.

“Okay,” I croaked. 

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-WG

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hold on ok i belted out a brief laughingstock Scene for possible future use that i Had to write down bc if i didn't, i'd never remember it. and why not share?

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“Barnaby? Barnaby, old chap, are you with me?” 

Barnaby blinks, registering the green fingers snapping in front of his nose. He huffs a laugh and pushes Howdy’s hand away. “Yeah, yeah, I’m listenin’. You were saying?”

Howdy gives him an exasperated look, a fond look. “Thinking about running off to a farm again, were you?”

“Nah, just the clouds. They’re a lot less work.”

“Well I’d rather you didn’t. Who would I talk to during the long hours if you went and floated off?” Howdy winks before turning to his shelves, already yammering away about something or other.

Something or other that Barnaby is once again not listening to, because what was that? Barnaby quickly presses his cool paw-pads to his burning cheeks, feeling the bristling fur there. 

Has Howdy ever winked at him? Now that he’s noticed it, Barnaby can’t recall. If it’s new, then why? Why a wink of all things? What did that mean? And that look Howdy gave him… 

Barnaby adjusts his abruptly too-tight tie. It’s unusually warm in the store, isn’t it? Howdy must have forgotten to turn on the AC. 

Gosh, what is Howdy even saying? He’s still talking, but Barnaby hasn’t absorbed a word. He can’t even tell if Howdy is still speaking english. It’s all garbled.

There’s something wrong with Barnaby. He must be coming down with something… or he’s just overthinking it. Overworking the ol’ noggin. A good long nap should set him right. 

“Listen,” Barnaby interrupts, patting the counter, “I uh, I don’t know where my head’s at. I better go find it - I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Oh… alright, then,” Howdy says, a tinge of disappointment in his voice. 

Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking. Barnaby slaps that thought out of the park. He doesn’t want Howdy to be disappointed, that’s absurd. That’s something a bad friend would think. Barnaby may be many things, but a bad friend isn’t one of them.

“I’ll whip up a joke that’ll knock your socks off next time I see ya,” Barnaby promises. He smiles around the discomfort and the entirely new feeling squirming around each other in his chest. 

“Now you’ve gone and brought up my expectations,” Howdy says. He leans on the counter and grins. “Are you sure you can back up such a claim, Mr. Beagle?”

Another hot flush races under Barnaby’s fur, and to his growing mortification, his tail starts wagging at breakneck speed. He lets out an uncharacteristically nervous laugh and backs away from the counter. To both of their horror, his back hits a shelf, making it rattle and tip.

“Oh, sh-” Barnaby lunges to right it before it can topple. He whips around and laughs again. Howdy’s wide-eyed stare burns. “Sorry ‘bout that! Talk about a bulldog in a bugshop, geez.”

“When you find your head, make sure to screw it on nice and tight,” Howdy says, a strange look on his face to match his tone. “And check your temperature while you’re at it - it’s not like you to be off-balance.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m off-balance,” Barnaby says. He inches towards the door, willing his stupid tail to calm down. “I just have ears instead of rearview mirrors.”

“Uh-huh…” Howdy slides to the side, trying to peer around him. 

Barnaby fumbles for the door. The scrape and bang of his search for the handle echoes in the quiet store. One of Howdy’s eyebrows creeps higher the longer Barnaby stands there, making a complete fool of himself. 

Finally, the door clicks, and Barnaby nearly tumbles over backwards in his haste to get out. He stumbles down the steps and briskly walks away, adjusting his hat and tie. As soon as he’s out of sight, he slaps his paws to his face and sags against the bodega.

“Idiot,” he hisses to himself. He presses his back flat against the wall and slams the side of his fist against it. Normally, Barnaby would use a situation like this to his advantage. But Howdy wasn’t laughing, and Barnaby wasn’t being funny. “Bulldog in a - gah, idiot!”

Great. Now Howdy thinks he’s not only a clumsy oaf, but that he’s losing his touch too.

Barnaby growls in frustration, pushing off the wall and stomping away from the plaza on all fours. What does he care what Howdy thinks of him? Others’ opinions of Barnaby have never been anywhere near his list of top priorities - barring Wally’s, of course. If they were, he'd never tell another joke again.

Yes, Howdy is a good friend of Barnaby’s. A close friend, even. But since when has he had such a - such an effect? Barnaby shakes his head, growling again. 

There was no effect. Barnaby is just going insane. Or he’s getting sick, like Howdy implied. That would explain the sudden hot flash, the loss of typically impeccable coordination, and, oh yeah! Barnaby’s brain leaking out of his ears.  

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Aypierre just said his mods will ban any idiots in the chat being stupid about the QSMP situation, lmaooo. Absolutely based, get their asses.

[quietwingsinthesky]

you ever just think about. “You are diseased, albeit a disease of our own making. No more.” you ever just. oh, they made him and they discarded him. it’s never going to be quiet again for him, and that’s just collateral. they let the sound rot through his whole life, his whole timeline. because that’s the kind of easy sacrifice you can make when you want to save yourself above everything else, one that doesn’t ask anything of you. you dig open a child’s mind and you bury your survival inside him and when he follows the noise back home, when he does exactly what you groomed him for, you call him ruined for it. that’s. you ever just think about that.

[justablah56]

In one of the Talking Dads episodes, Beth said that the root of heartbreak is confusion. Anyway, do you think Nicky ever really understood why Terry Jr betrayed him? Not just logically about the Doodler and Hell, but on an emotional level. Do you think Terry ever really understood why he did it either?

icy :(

[sinfuego]

Do you ever wonder if Kristen Applebees, former cleric and chosen of Helio, ever steps into the sunlight and feels its warmth and security and certainty, and for a moment, thinks of home?

[variousqueerthings]

not negating that chris eccleston had a bad time on dw and rightfully wouldn't want to work with that team again for his own sake (minus billie i assume), but i have reservations about people in fandom jumping on the "yeah rtd is a dick who's incredibly hated in television actually, it's just a big secret," train when i have never heard anything to that effect outside of this working relationship that ended poorly and that as far as im aware rtd has never spoken about, so it's still a relatively private affair (of which we know a scant few details/that rtd didn't stick up for eccleston when he needed that support). i mean, he might be the worst guy ever, i've never worked with him, but i don't think the people saying this have either, and i think it's way too easy for people to assume the worst and go looking for confirmation bias, because it can justify their own dislike of rtd as a showrunner or his return as pure "nostalgia baiting" (that's another post). but yeah, if i see one more person go "oh i just have a feeling he's probably an asshole actually and the fact that we know that eccleston doesn't like him (as if that's new news) confirms that" as a roundabout way of going actually his era of the show wasn't that good or that him coming back to the show is a mistake, im simply not taking that seriously. just say you don't like the writing or whatever, don't make up a guy to personally dislike. there'll be another showrunner after him.

[expelliarmus-percabeth]

poor harlan. grew up autistic in the 60s with limited support and understanding, was suddenly and involuntarily gifted a strange power from a young age that he couldn't control and didn't understand, and went through life accidentally hurting people even though he never had any intention to, making his mom move around several times which probably gave him some lasting feelings of guilt. THEN as an old man he finds out that he accidentally killed several people without meaning to, kickstarting the apocalypse, and then is ganged up on by several members of the family even though, and i repeat, he never ASKED for this power! it was forcibly thrust onto him! he never meant to kill anyone! the only person who shows him sympathy is viktor - everyone else just treats him like a pawn in their power play. and then he finally gets what he's wanted for most of his life - the power is removed from him and he can finally live out the rest of his life normally and happily - he gets killed by allison. and that's it.