#meaning. and isn't love the meaning of everything ? isn't infatuation with your lover what makes living and dying worth the trouble?

[disengaged]

Hey pegs! I hope you’re doing well and feeling better💖

I know a lot of Metallica fics over the last 2-3 years have had a very recurring “cannibalistic/horror/gore” theme to them. It seems to be a fan favorite as well seeing how many kudos these types of stories would get! I know I am not opposed to them at all. But I guess my question is: what are your views on “cannibalism as a metaphor for love”?

Hopefully this serves as a distraction to some degree, and once again I hope you feel better soon!

cannibalism as love ... well! it clicks for me, it makes some kind of intuitive sense. the experience of love (i.e. the act of loving another) is so often conceived as being utterly all-consuming, it makes logical sense for media depictions to extend to literal consumption. i see it as symbolism of the ... somewhat-necessary loss of the self/parts of the self involved in such an emotionally-involved affair (?), but also ... it's an exploration of what it means to give oneself to another. the vulnerability, the intimacy, the power exchange—it's devotion, it's sacrifice, it's mutual complicity in tumbling down the rabbithole (the taboo, the Other; to eat your lover is a freakish thing to do). it can be tender, loving, cruel, brutal, abusive, or any combination of the above, but any way you shake it, it's ... perhaps the most extreme version of dedication. easy to romanticize, easier to eroticize.

i'm speaking mainly about consensual cannibalism here, but i think it goes without saying the non-consensual murder kind has endless potential, too.

[goldustwomun]

bags (s.h.)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: you'd loved steve since you were fifteen, followed him wherever he went. so when you were finally over him, stumbling home with another man clinging to your side, why was he waiting by your doorstep?

warnings: (unedited) angst angst angst, best friend robin and nancy but also lovers <3 robin and nancy <3, swearing, drinking, clubbing/partying, self-deprecating thoughts and a stubborn reader, steve is kind of an asshole despair and dread lol, this went a route i hadn't expected but i'm feeling achey and sad tonight so :) enjoy :) and don't hate me!

wc: 2.2k+

note: i hope this isn't entirely ass lol i just want steve harrington to break my heart but like i cant put my ideas into words and its SO FRUSTRATING but whatever :’)

Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine Can you see me using everything to hold back? I guess this could be worse Walkin' out the door with your bags

You should’ve known it’d end up this way. His back, coloured shades of blue and purple as dusk kissed at his skin, retreating into the distance and down the very road you’d just stumbled up only moments earlier. Maybe if you had listened a little closer, noticed a little more, the way he grabbed at your waist, squeezed your palms, held you close, you could’ve avoided it all. The shock and heartbreak and unbearable yearning only to turn up empty and desolate all over again.

Because you loved Steve Harrington, in more ways than he would ever know, but it had taken days, months, years, even, to get over that initial infatuation and belly flutter you’d been plagued with as teenagers. He was King Steve and you but a peasant, a shadow, one of many, that flocked to his side when he waved or smiled or tripped you up.

You loved Steve Harrington, but you hated him for waiting so long to work up the courage to just say it. I love you; I’ve always loved you, you wanted to say, but the words refused to pass the seal of your lips and instead you were left gaping at an empty spot on the ground, a Steve-shaped hole in your heart.

It’d been days since you’d seen him last, mourning his absence but refusing to sit around like you might’ve done if you were still seventeen. But no, you weren’t seventeen, you were a twenty-something independent that went out and did things and met people and kissed them if you wanted, maybe even take them home to your one-bedroom that would be otherwise empty without Steve plastered to your sofa, a hand stuffed into the popcorn you kept around because he once said he didn’t entirely hate it.

And that’s what you had done, convinced Nancy and Robin to leave the haze of their never-ending honeymoon phase to take you dancing. The drinks hadn’t stopped coming. Every time you gulped down a shot, another would be shoved into your hand before you’d had time to comprehend the reality of what you were going to do. To sleep with a stranger in the same space you’d watched Rocky with Steve only days earlier. You’d called and asked and begged him to come over, to join you, Nancy and Robin, but he’d bit at you in that way he sometimes did. The harsh edges of his teenage-self making itself known in ways you’d have liked to forget.

“Stop it, babes. I know what you’re doing,” Robin scolded, frowning at the dip between your brows and the lost look in your eyes. You forced a smile then, and she scoffed at the minimal effort you put into hiding your feelings, always having excelled at letting them take over your features even when you didn’t mean them to. Of course, every knew, everyone could see it in the way you trailed after him, like a lost puppy begging for an ounce of attention. Steve was cruel with the crumbs he handed you, but he didn’t know any better.

Everyone knew and everyone could see but Steve had always stood out, the most handsome, the most fit, the most clueless. And maybe that’s why you were perfect for each other because you hadn’t known either, had you.

“Come on, up you get!” Robin urged, pulling you from your chair with Nancy already clinging to her side, shuffling the three of you with what little sobriety she had left in her to the dance floor, pulsing lights and thrumming bodies none-the-wiser to the way you heart was cracking open.

So, you jumped and danced and bounced to the beat in ways you didn’t know you were capable of. Free and without regret and it wasn’t until someone was staring at you from across the room, watching your every moment with a fascination you’d never been subject to, that you stopped, pressing past Nancy and Robin with a tip of your head that assured them you’d be back.

He, whoever he was, surged into action, coming behind you at the bar where you were busy asking for a glass of water. You turned and smiled, stomach dipping, because he was attractive and strong, and he had these kind eyes and soft lips that looked like they’d be otherworldly against your skin. He introduced himself but the music obscured his words, so you nodded and pretended and wondered why you were dreading this conversation when it had only just begun.

He pulled you into a somewhat quieter corner after you’d gestured it was alright, and really, he seemed as surprised as you were when you all but pounced, mouth meeting his, open and desperate. He hadn’t complained, had probably seen it coming in the quiet desperation of your eyes. Of course, he didn’t know it was because of the way you wished it was someone else kissing you into the wall and not some all-consuming lust you were fueled by.

The next thing you knew you were huddled into the backseat of a cab, then stumbling across the gravel to your front door.

And that’s when you saw him. Sat on the bottom step of your apartment’s front door, gaze focused on the way whatever-his-name-was smirked into your neck, having probably thought you had stopped for a smooch and not because the man you had loved, unrequited, for close to a decade was staring at you like you’d stabbed him right in the chest, and twisted.

“Steve?” you whispered, loud enough to prompt Harrington off the step and marching across the short distance to you. “What are you—” but you never had a chance to ask him before he was swinging a left hook right into the guy’s jaw.

“Steve!” and you were shouting now, pushed to side as the stranger retaliated out of instinct, socking him in the nose. Steve looked like he was grinning, blood dripping into his mouth, like he was enjoying the feel of getting the shit beat out of him. “Stop it! Steve! I said—” you yanked him back, shoving him behind you as you rushed forward to-- fuck. You still don’t know his name.

“I’m sorry— Jesus Christ—” you swore when you noticed how his eye was already bruising as he shook you off. “I don’t know why he did that. I—I’m—"

His words were bitter when he responded, shooting daggers at the looming figure you were keenly aware was still behind you before meeting your pleading eyes. “It’s fine. It’s fine,” he assured you, squeezing your hip as he moved past you to leave. “You should talk to your boyfriend, you know, before you bring anyone else over.”

“I’m not—He’s not—” but he was gone, and you were still reeling from what had just happened, what Steve had just done. You turned, anger coursing through you so violently your hands were shaking. “Fucking hell—Steve! What the fuck are you doing here? And what the fuck was that?!”

“Were you going to fuck him?” he asked plainly, bluntly, shirt pulled to his face as he tried to stop the bleeding. There was still that wild look in his eyes, a flush to his skin, like he too was dazed and confused.

“What—I--- how is that any of your fucking business?” you answered back, shoving a finger against his chest. He was immovable though, only grabbed at your hand and held it until your palm was flat against the front of him. You could feel, now, the reckless thrum of his heartbeat, and you asked yourself how you’d gotten here in the first place, pushed up against a bloodied and bruised Steve Harrington.

“Just tell me. If I hadn’t been sat here, would you have fucked him?”

And you didn’t completely understand it, didn’t know what answer he was looking for—the one that was acquiesce him enough to explain himself or at the very least go inside and forget about all this ever happening—so instead you answered honestly. “Yes,” but your voice cracked at the end, so you snatched your hand back, cradling it to yourself like an injured bird you hoped to keep cocooned in your warm. You cleared your throat and tried again. “Yeah, I would have slept with him. And if it hadn’t been him, I would have found someone else.”

He nodded, looking as if he were pained but you were certain, now, it wasn’t because of the punch he’d taken to the face. “And if I had answered your call, met you there, got drunk and kissed you, would you have fucked me, too?”

You reeled at his words, feeling entirely as though you were the one in the midst of a fight. “Where is this coming from, Steve? Why are you saying these things to me?” you begged, pleaded, tired of whatever back-and-forth the two of you had gotten into the habit of.

“Look—” and he was determined now, steely gaze pinning you to the ground. His bruised knuckles brushed through his hair, scattering the strands across his forehead so that your fingers tingled with the urge to brush them out of his eyes like you’d always done. “—I should’ve said this ages ago. I just—I never could because it was never the right time, and I didn’t really see you in that way, not when I knew you did—” and really you wanted to stop him there, let the Earth swallow you whole and spit your bones out to be buried far from here. “I knew you had this—this thing for me but I ignored it but then we became friends and we—I mean, we watch movies, and we cuddle on the couch and sometimes I think I’d like to do that with you all the time and—

“Steve, please,” you whispered through the tears flooding past your irises, looking anywhere but at him, cheeks flushed with humiliation. He’d always had this tight grip around your heart and maybe he didn’t know that with every word he spoke that grip tightened, and tightened, and you were sure your heart was going to burst if he didn’t shut up right then.

“Just listen—I want to do those things with you always, sweetheart, I really do. I could’ve—I mean, I should’ve communicated my feelings earlier, I know I should have, but I didn’t want to lie to you. Not when you mean so much to me and I couldn’t give you what you wanted.” He looked at you then, expectantly, reaching forward to pull you into his embrace but you stumbled back, wanting out of the hold he had on you in more ways than one.

“Am I meant to thank you for looking at me differently now?” you bit out, exhaustion coating your syllables like rust on a nail.

His face fell as he stuttered over his own words. “I mean—no, sweetheart, no, of course not, I just thought—”

“You thought because I’m pathetic—because I’ve always been fucking pathetic to you—stumbling after you since high school that I’d just be, what, waiting for you? That I’d welcome your change of heart with open arms and gratitude?” you scoffed, gaze narrowed as you watched that wall of his build itself back up. Your ego was bruised and you were too stubborn to admit it, because you thought he had been clueless, and that thought had kept you safe all these years as you curled into his side every weekend.

“I don’t think that. I’ve never thought that” he cautioned, temper rising. If Steve Harrington was anything it was beautiful, and if he wasn’t beautiful, he was angry, stubborn, a pot ready to boil over.  

“Come on, Steve. You said it yourself: I’ve had a thing for you since freshmen year. I followed you after we graduated, and I’ve followed you again, here, now. It took me years—fucking years—to get over it, to accept that I’d never be more than a friend, if that, and now, after you’ve been dodging me for days, you turn around and confess some sort of miracle feelings for me?” You were panting, out of breath from the way the words spilled out of you, thoughts you shouldn’t have kept to yourself all this time.

“Well what should I have done!” he roared, and a few curious lights blinked on from the building behind him. “Should I have not befriended you when you turned up to the same college? Should I have, instead, fucked you ten years ago when it would have meant nothing to me?” And you flinched at his words.

“You should have let me be, Steve,” you sighed, defeated. Because he was right, but you hated him for prodding at wounds you were still trying to heal.  “You should have kept it to yourself and let me be.” But really what you wanted to say was you’ve been lying to Robin and Nancy because you weren’t over him. You loved him; you’d always love him, but you were afraid, if you told him the truth, that he’d slowly fade from your life until he wasn’t a part of it anymore.

He nodded, face slipping into that mask of his you’d dreaded seeing. “Right. Got it.”

He pushed past you, and you wanted to thank him for the slight brush of his skin against yours, but you kept quiet, like you always had.

as always, please comment and reblog if you enjoyed <3

[princessoflalaland]

so y'all know the sick man from lady k and the sick man? well, i've only read that thing one time, and im not afraid to admit how unhealthily infatuated i am with lady k's man. he's literlaly my favorite flavor of man: older, kind of a deadbeat with a good heart, can and literally wil fuck you from sun up to sun down, built like a greek god, he. is. PACKIN, looks half dead, a genuine sweetheart with his lover's best interest in mind. i think his name is tostumoto yuushi, and lemme just say that i would gladly, GLADLY, take lady k's place if it means i get to breathe that man's air for even a second.

just imagine you've known tostumoto yuushi since maybe high school, having even dated him at one point. you two experimented with your bodies, tested the waters of intimacy because who better to do that with than someone you love. adversely though, life managed to drift you two apart for a few years. when you two reconnect it's a dingy casino. by that time, he's already jumped from job to job, left a recent custodian gig, and gambled most of his savings. he's on the verge of eviction and feels like he's at his lowest. the only thing he truly feels is his undying sex drive, which isn't much in the face of everything. the flame between you two rekindles as quickly as it did all those years ago, and before you know it, you're back at your apartment with his tired face nestled between your thighs.

"forgot how good you tasted, baby, fuck.." he rasps, his tongue dragging hastily over your clit, making your legs quiver and close around his head. your fingers yank at his dark hair, incoherent babbles falling from your moist lips. "yuushi," you mewl helplessly, your sensitive core constantly leaking your essence into his greedy mouth. "'m gonna cum again, s-slow down, nghhn.." he leers up at you, his eyes dark pools of lust burning holes into you. "do it, cum in my fuckin mouth."

and you do. the pressure in your gut is far more intense than what it usually is, and as you achieve your third orgasm of the night, you squirt onto yuushi's face, leaving him glistening with your release. he licks whatever landed on his lip and rises so that his large body is hovering over where yours lays sprawled on the couch, the look in his eyes makes your core pulse. "c'mon, be a good girl and clean me up."

i'm probably gonna write something abt him one of these days :')

[hell-drabbles]

I hope you're not bothered by this but what is Raon's relationship with the devils in Hell like in your embittered companion au? Is it the same as canon or is there some difference there? Will they make Raon worse or better or both? Because I would love the ideas of the devils despite being incredibly flawed, still have many good traits that Raon could learn from, you did say Raon would have character development at some point. The complexity in how Raon, an incel with victim entitlement and extremely bad social skills along with a good dose of attachment issues, learns to become better, not becoming perfect, but learning to stand on their own can be a very great storyline that I wish the canon delves into more.

Oh no need to worry, I'm not bothered at all. Oh, mind you, I'm typing this from my phone, so excuse the spelling and grammar errors.

Let's see, the devils are still pretty much their indulgent selves, that's for certain, and as such, they hold the same infatuation as they do in the original canon, though the difference here is that I'm treating it as that, infatuation. The devils, in the end, don't really know Ra-on, and Ra-on, with all his horrible social skills, kinda wants to keep it that way, preferring to sink into the delusion that there's just something special about him beyond his connections to Solomon. And, therefore he doesn't need to try and reach out to make it work. Because trying is scary and especially hurts when you're rejected in some big or small way.

And, well, as with all infatuation, it's going to fade. Mind you, they don't stop fucking Ra-on, they like fucking and rarely will any devil turn down a round, but ultimately they're not going to call Ra-on their lover. It'll eventually go down to just being friends. It's not really something the devils verbally say out loud, that their crush on Ra-on faded away, mostly because it really changes nothing about how they treat him and how Ra-on treats them. Since Ra-on didn't say anything about wanting anything deeper, surely this means he's not interested in anything beyond the general friends with benefits?

Because the devils aren't mind readers, and Ra-on would much rather keep everything inside himself until he dies or explodes. Never wants to act first lest he does something wrong and then it'll be all his fault. Real rejection sensitive, that guy. A mess!

So, in short, the relationship between the devils and Ra-on is unbalanced. Being fucked and treated as desirable eventually gets to his head. All the validation becomes the basis of his confidence, with the obstacle being the Embittered Companion because they see that confidence as the fragile thing it is.

Things are going to be worse before they will get better. Ra-on's been stuck in a hole for so long that he fears anything outside of it. The devils, temporarily, put themselves in that same hole Ra-on is in, but then eventually back away and go back to their normal lives, eyes clear of the infatuation they once had as they move on from Solomon. And that's going to do things to Ra-on. He's not going to handle this well, because now that he's tasted this little dose of heaven, he doesn't want to go back to living that lonely existence.

He doesn't put any effort into getting to know the devils, and now he's shocked that they're not romantically interested in him anymore. Like, buddy, sexual investment isn't the same as emotional investment. You just let the devils talk without putting anything into the conversation yourself. Of course they weren't going to crush on you forever!

And then, it's back into the hole he goes. Sinking ever deeper as he's forced to confront the fact that there's nothing truly unique about him. That just existing isn't enough to give him the special status. That, as long as he continues the way he is, all will leave him eventually, because he doesn't want to try. That, for years, he hasn't been trying to change anything.

He wasn't surviving like he convinced himself he was, he was just staying in place, doing nothing, hoping for a miracle to come and take care of his every problem, to reward him for being miserable.

Eventually, Ra-on gets a question stuck in his head while he's watching the devils around him: "Do devils hope for miracles?"

He observed the kings. Surely they'd be considered miraculous existences with the sheer amount of power they have. But no, their power is no mere miracle, it's the result of their own conviction fueled by a need to relieve others and themselves from suffering. He observes the devils serving directly under, surely it must be a miracle to be chosen and be where they are today. No. Perhaps they got their position because of circumstances, but they wouldn't have this position in their hold if not for their loyalty, loyalty that goes beyond just respecting a King's power.

No, devils do not hope for miracles. They never have. Never needed to. And who was Ra-on to pretend that they're his miracles to hold and possess? Like they're a collection for only him to have? To use like pets to feed his ego?

... The Companion has been seeing him for who he truly is, huh? Not once have they looked away from the sniveling thing he's become. Why didn't they? Why not let him rot? Because they care. They always have.

He's an idiot. It took him this long to see it. Had to take being dragged into Hell for him to see it.

Soooo, yeah. Internal change! It's gotta start from within before it transfers out, you know?

Fun stuff, fun stuff.

[xerith-42]

Garrance Week Day Seven! Free Day!

Prompt: Love in every universe.

Sorry if this is hard to follow, I just like the idea that these two really do find each other no matter what and that those lives/alternate timelines all exist in tandem with one another.

"Hey Garroth," Laurance started, his voice quiet and soft. Garroth let out a hum, only able to tear his eyes away from the fire to glance down at his boyfriend's blue eyes. "Do you think we've met before?"

"What?" Garroth replied.

"I mean like, in past lives. Do you think we met before this one?"

"I wasn't aware you believed in such a thing."

"Just something I've been thinking about. So many moments when I'm with you just feel... familiar." Laurance glanced at the fire, and for a moment he could see Garroth come to sit next to him on the floor, red cloak wrapping around him.

"I suppose it's possible," Garroth replied as he allowed Laurance to relax on his lap. Thank Irene Garroth had never listened to Zane. It meant he had Laurance in his life like this, and that was more than he could ever ask for. "I do remember feeling like I'd seen you before when I first saw your face."

"I felt the same way," Laurance admitted. "Perhaps that's why I wanted to see it so badly."

"Well you get to see it now."

"And I'm grateful every day I get to." Laurance looked up at his lover, and when Garroth looked back down at him, he could see the slight changes. A scar etched across Laurance's left eye, and a rather large scar cutting across the right side of Garroth's face.

The fire they were sat in front of was a view of the sea as the sun set over it, making the waves look bright red. Laurance was practically draped across Garroth as the two watched the setting sun. His fiery red hair shone underneath it, and Garroth became infatuated with the emerald green color of his eyes. As if it had been lifetimes since he'd seen them.

"They can't all be perfect, can they?" Laurance questioned.

"No, I suppose they can't," Garroth agreed. "We never were."

"I'd say we're pretty close."

"Yet perfection is not to be sought after." Laurance sighed, pressing a kiss to Garroth's cheek.

"No, it isn't."

The world flashed. Reflective seas of blood became literal. The sky was darkened, and Garroth's expression twisted from love to horror, fear, and heartbreak. Laurance glanced down at his hand that wasn't holding Garroth up, which instead held a sword driven into his chest. A tear slipped down Garroth's face as his hands fell from Laurance's wrist.

Garroth's body dropped. A scream erupted, but it was just as quickly cut out by a deafening drone. And then silence. The voices were gone. The calling was answered. He hadn't killed his lord, but it didn't matter. He'd killed the man he loved most. And damned him to a similar fate. All the time Laurance spent fighting flashed before him.

Garroth's face smiling back at him, his looks of anger, the different helmets he wore through out their time together. Everything they had done meant nothing. Laurance had just repeated the cycle of death Shadow Knights were created for. All his fighting meant nothing.

"Laurance? Are you alright?" Laurance jerked awake at the sound of his friends voice. He looked around the empty college classroom, seeing only Garroth standing in front of where he had apparently fallen asleep during their lecture. "Jeez, thought you were never going to wake up."

"Sorry," Laurance replied, before a yawn forced its way out of his mouth. "I was having this crazy dream."

"Care to tell me over coffee?" Laurance glanced up and in that moment that he placed his hand in Garroth's, it felt like muscle memory. Like he'd done it a thousand times and would gladly do it another thousand. Even as appearances, settings, even expressions changed. The one truth was that he was in love with this man nearly every time he found him.

Laurance did as he'd done so many times before and took his lovers hand, and the two walked side by side into an uncertain but beautiful future.

I'm so normal about these gay block men.

[erikdestlersecrets]

Erik Destler Alphabet NSFW

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Erik adores you, he would do anything for you. In saying that, after sex he wants to make sure that your 100% comfortable and content as possible. After resting for a few minutes, he would get something to clean you up if it was a messy session. He is at your service to get you anything you desire, if its water or a snack. But usually your both pretty exhausted and fall asleep in each others arms.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

He is infatuated with everything about you, he couldn't bare to part from any part of you. But he does love your thighs as they squeeze around his head whilst eating you out, thinking of the pleasure he is giving you.

Your favourite body part is probably his face. Although he despises it, everytime you look at him in the eyes you just melt. You try to convince him to take his mask off, but he just cant bring himself to do it. Do to his deformities, he just hates taking it off, but as you explain to him that you couldn't give a care in the world what he looks like, and you love him for him, he is still learning to become comfortable with taking it off.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He normally likes to release inside of you, knowing that his marked your insides and they you are his. But then again, if his irritated or just in a different mood, he'll release on your stomach, knowing he has marked his territory.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He LOVES when your on top and you edge him. Of coarse he hasn't had an experience like this before you, so it's really different for him and it exhilarating for him.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

You didn't expect himt to have any experiences did you? Well he dousen't unfortunatly. But his not stupid. He reads and has definetly had multiple DREAMS about you. He is a quick learner and knows how to do it, and how you like it due to your reactions whether its a moan or they way you move and squirm.

F= Favorite position

He L O V E S the full wrap, when your in missionary with youe legs wrapped all the way around his waist with you clawing at his back. He wants to be face to face with you as these moments mean so much to him and he wants them to be as intimate as possible.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

I don't even thing you have to ask. Erik is one of the most serious people you have ever met. Everything he ever says to when expressing his love for you is complete and utterly true. So yes, he is very serious.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Erik has either neatly trimmed or completely shaved. Not much more to say about that.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

He savours every single moment with you. Especially when you guys are having sex, he wants it to me intimate and romantic. He does like to get a little rougher with you if he is in the mood and if you ask.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He would do it when he first layed eyes on you and just wanted to have you all to himself but he knew that would be a while. So he would have to do something about it until he could have you.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

He secretly does have a praising kink, because he was abandoned, he didn't get the loving and nurturing that a child should have gotten as a child. He allows you to get on top and loved it when you praise him.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

In the bedroom. He wants to be surrounded by a safe space.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Anything you do turns him on. Just looking at you he melts. When you run your fingers through his hair and caress his body, kissing him on the neck and chest.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Nothing to hurt you.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

You'll occasionally give if there isn't enough time or he's in the mood and your not. But oh boy he will never get over giving it to you. He loves when your thighs squeeze around him, almost suffocating him. He learns every sweet spot with each different moan you produce. Ofcoarse he didn't have any experience, but he's a quick learner in the way you react.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

It really depends what mood he's in, he's at a steady and easy pace normally. But whatever you wish of he will grant it. If he is in a bad mood normally its more rough and sloppier.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

No. He wants to savour every millisecond with you.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Erik is not one to normally take risks, if it is putting you in danger. However he is up for anything you want to do, as long as your safe and not in pain.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Probably around 2-3 rounds, as Erik is still not quite used to it, he would get tired quick.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

As much as Erik wants you to be pleased, even when he is absent, it wants to be HIM who pleases you. He wants to be the one that makes to squirm and moan.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

He dousen't like teasing, but if he really wants to, he'll edge you and make your beg and say his name.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

He definitely groans and occasionally will let out a soft whimper.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Light breath play ;) NO FULL CHOKING just having his hand there resting.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Erik is a good 7 1/2 inches, he is not RIPPED but he is toned.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

After making sure your content, Erik falls asleep pretty much straight away.

Ignore the spelling and punctuation i failed English :D

[cjbolan]

What is your favorite thing about each Emily Windsnap character relationship? (Including Emily and Aaron LOL and Emily and Sam if that applies 😂)

1.Emily & Aaron = their friends-lovers-back to just friends arc. Honestly something you don't see at all in children's media. Except Pocahontas 2: Journey to the New World.

2.Emily&Shona = their ride-or-die friendship. Not even the biggest fights between them can keep these 2 apart for long.

3. Emily&Mandy = their "frenemies" relationship. I was pleasantly surprised that their friendship isn't just a straight enemies-to-friends arc. I liked the books taking the time to show all their past bad blood is going to have a serious impact on their friendship. Even when they think they're not enemies anymore. Even when you forgive someone, doesn't mean you'll forget all the bad shit they did before. You can't just say you're friends then just call it a day. Emily and Mandy arguably put even more work into their friendship than Emily and Shona. Because Emily and Mandy's friendship was in such a bad place before: I loved seeing these two make the extra effort to SHOW they're friends again, and not just say it.

4. Emily&Sam = the way they change each other for the better. By the time they've parted ways, they've become more confident in themselves and unafraid of what others think of them. Sam especially learns to become a better leader.

5. Jake&Mary Penelope = how these two risk everything for each other. Jake broke the law risking incredibly harsh punishment, Mary Penelope cut contact with her unsupportive parents and abandoned human society for him. It's beautiful watching their relationship slowly transform from infatuation easily shattered by bickering, to a stable love that no differences between them could destroy. Not count the alternate timeline in the last book. In a fantastical world of mermaids, prophecies and sea monsters, it's honestly refreshing to see how these two tackle many real-world relationship issues: A) how to raise a child, B) how to meet the in-laws, C) how to live together. They don't have the luxury of having their own castles like Neptune&Aurora. Jake&Mary P. are the only couple to stay together for all 9 books, which I think says all you need to know about their love for each other.

6.Neptune&Aurora = for the good Aurora brings out in Neptune, and how their legendary romance inspires all the other characters to strive to do good.

7. Emily&Mr. Beeston = their straightforward enemies-to-allies arc. It was gradual and very genuine. Because Beeston does way more than just say "sorry". He helps Emily and friends multiple times of his own accord, in her greatest times of need when he could've easily done nothing. And it helps that Mr. Beeston wasn't a straight villain from the beginning. Even in the first book he had glimmers of kindness to Emily, and was genuinely regretful for his actions from before the series begin. Shows how two people who started from the same place (semi-mers who grew up fatherless) can become very different from each other, and under the right circumstances could possibly be on good terms.

[your-sweet-cookies]

Not exactly the answer I was looking for. Elaborate like what do you think about love for family or friends or a lover.

So, you want me to give you my input on the various kinds of love? Very well then. Let's start simple then: platonic love, the kind of love that includes friendship love, familial love and overall any kind of love related feeling that isn't sexual or romantic in nature. This type of love is beautiful and special because it connects people far beyond the means of reaching a common goal (which distinguishes a simple collegial relationship from an actual friendship). What's interesting about this one though is that within our brains, the chemicals produced don't differ from those related to romantic love, so in other words, we basically "fall in love" with our friends too and that's why we are soo close to them and a broken friendship will hurt as much as an actual break up. It's the type of love that makes you want to protect, support, take care of and make happy the other person without expecting something in return.

And the same goes for familial love: it's a love that pushes you to do everything you can in order to keep the other safe, happy and over all contempt. But if I had to name one kind of love that goes above and beyond any other one in the platonic category and maybe even love in general, I guess the strongest bond out there is the one between a mother and her child. It's the kind of unconditional love that can't be explained nor replicated in any shape or form, and it's also one of the most beautiful types of love out there!

Okay, moving on to romantic love! This one is a bit more 'tricky' because as I mentioned in my other answer to your question, love is a beautiful feeling and it can shape a person, but thing is, it's the kind of blade with two ends: with romantic love you have to be careful to distinguish it from the pathological bad kind of obsession. Because you see, scientifically speaking, love is just another kind of obsessives behavior (yeah, it sounds not so nice, but like it or not, it's what science says), and that's why we feel this weird urge to 'move the world' for the one we love and keep them as ours forever, and that's why it's important to not end up exaggerating that sense of "ownership" or "infatuation" the chemicals make you feel (because otherwise you might risk falling into a toxic spectrum, which is unhealthy for both parties). But all in all, I like to believe, as I said before, that romantic love is a beautiful thing that can change a person for the better. Plus, it's somewhat emotional and endearing to see what lovers can do for each other, even to the point of sacrificing their own life for the other, it truly touches your heart and it's extremely beautiful because it goes far beyond just lust and physical desire, it's a bond that connects two people in soul and spirit. uwu

Well, that's all I have to say on the topic. Hopefully this answer satisfied your wishes better than the previous one.

[sagau-my-beloved]

How would Venti feel if we asked him to be our boyfriend? :3 in the real world au

Venti Boyfriend Headcanons:

Ok so I have no idea if "boyfriend" is like a common term used in Teyvat, I see no reason why it wouldn't be, but I can't think of a specific instance in which I have read it, so for the sake of making this funnier, I'm going to pretend like it isn't

Also this literally just turned into boyfriend headcanons so whoops—

Warnings: like nothing, this is just wholly fluff

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• "Boy,,, friend??"

• His face falls as soon as he hears you propose it

• Is generally distraught that you didn't think of him as a friend up until this point

• You two had known each other for so long and shared so many wonderful times together

• Were you only just now considering him to be a friend???

• "Venti... Venti no—"

• You have to explain that concept in words he understands, romantic partner, significant other, lover

• He almost passes out when it finally does register

• "You mean it!? You want to be like that? With me???"

• "That is generally what a person means when they ask somebody to be their boyfriend—"

• You are now both on the floor because of how quickly he tried jumping into your arms

• "Yes yes yes! I love you so much, thank you! I'll be the perfect boyfriend!"

• The only problem is he doesn't really know what all that entails in your world, if it's different from his world

• Research time

• One hundred percent the type to look up "how to be a good boyfriend" and find like a wikihow, then study it intensely

• Notes were made

• Tries to at least attempt everything that he sees (and thinks is a good idea), then very carefully studies your reactions to decide how he wants to proceed

• Cooks for you and makes you things and considers any time that you are hanging out to be a date

• Is constantly showing you off to everyone and everything

• Takes great pride in being the person you chose for a partner, also becomes a little obsessed with keeping that title

• Loves hearing you call him yours, it's an immediate sure fire way to brighten his mood

• "Pleeease, one more time, I won't ask again, today."

• It's really impossible to deny him when he looks at you like that, in a manner that can only be described as completely infatuated

• You sigh, this being the fifth time today you've been forced to do this, "I'm glad you're mine, and I would choose you over anyone Venti."

• Giggles and hugs you, thanking you and promising to prove himself even more

• Constantly refers to himself as your boyfriend when anyone asks, or doesn't ask

• Wants to meet all your friends, anybody that you interact with consistently, anybody related to you

• It's a way of showing he takes the whole thing seriously

• Also, you're going to have to constantly be explaining how your boyfriend is, in fact, old enough to drink, and significantly older than you, for that matter

• Nobody believes you

• I think I've really driven the point home about how much he just absolutely loves physical affection

• So that's going to be happening a lot more now

• He'll probably get more diverse in his pet names too, making a game out of finding a new one

• "Oh my one and only, light of my life, peak of my existence, where are youuu?"

• "You know my name works fine, right?"

• He's also gonna take up house husband responsibilities

• I mean, he was already doing that, but without the addition of knowing he was doing it

• "My angel you're back! I missed you soooo much, tell me all about your day~"

• On a good note, he's going to be way less effected by jealousy because he now has a title to prove that he's more important to you than everybody else

• If he ever needs to confront somebody that he's jealous of, he's going to absolutely rub that title in their face

• He's just so happy that you love him and he considers the title of being your lover to be so much farther above all the other ones he has

[pookiesatoru]

contains : afab!reader x xiao (little meow meow), strangers to lovers <3 pussy drunk xiao, fat cock supremacy me thinks! touch starved xiao too :( praise, he's just babie boy <3

word count : 1.2k (HELP this was meant to be a couple hundred words only djhfdk)

this is my first time writing for genshin oh my god, i'm nervous ghjgd but the genshin brainrot has been fucking real since i started playing and and and i just want xiao so bad 😔 in more ways than one 😔anyways. here is this brainrot, i'm gonna go take a cold fucking shower now– this is proofread but i'm really dumb right now so just ignore mistakes if there any, thank you! <3

!! minors & ageless blogs, dni !!

just imagine being able to get past xiao's wall. he's built it up for so many years, refusing to have any or at least have very minimal contact with humans, but finds himself coming back to have that almond tofu your store sells at least once a week, finding the taste to be much better than his– more homemade than his attempts. it fills him with comfort, makes him relax with every bite, warms his heart up. one day he finds the courage to ask how you make it so homey, and your answer almost makes him blush.

"oh, i just make it with a lot of love!" you replied to a stunned xiao. love... it seemed foreign, it was foreign. he walks out that day while mumbling something about the answer being "too human" for him. but he can't help but come back the next week, finding himself wanting to talk to you more, to understand what you meant by making food with this so called love. he starts coming in more often a couple of months later. you intrigue him. it's strange, he's never been this infatuated with a human before... it's very, very strange. you're like a ray of sunshine in his darkened world, every day without you feeling tiring, lonesome – and every time he sees you, your smile warms his heart, even more than the almond tofu you make for him.

"do you... actually make the tofu with a lot of love...? every time? mine never tastes like yours." he asks, taking a seat beside you on the blanket laid out under the stars. you two would often meet like this late in the night, talking about anything and everything that came to mind.

"perhaps." you visibly hold back a laugh. he seems so clueless, reminding you of a small lost puppy. "it's actually my great grandma's recipe. she always had a way with cooking... it's been passed down from her. but the secret is–" you look at him before lowering your voice to a whisper and leaned in close to his ear. "the secret to making it taste so good isn't how good her recipe is, it's actually just having very fresh tofu, xiao."

"tsk." he grumbles something under his breath that you don't really pick up on, but you don't miss the way his cheeks heat up, probably because of how close you were to him. "that's a dumb secret. didn't need to whisper it like that." he adds, looking off into the distance. you've broken his barriers down enough to know he didn't mean it was actually stupid. it was just his little way of getting his point across, more often in snarky remarks. it was cute. xiao wasn't used to things like that – it had been far too long since he had felt anyones touch, let alone have a human be mere centimetres away from his face.

it wasn't until he came back from a quest, stumbling into your store after closing hours, clothes stained with blood and face bruised, that he let you lay your hands on him. gently, you seated him down on a stool, rushing around to gather bandages and water, slowly peeling off his clothes to get to the cuts underneath. he hisses through his teeth every time the cloth hit a sensitive cut, and you muttered back a little 'sorry' every time, eyebrows furrowed as you worked on cleaning his wounds. even though he hadn't been touched like that before, and was half naked with someone as pretty as you in front of him. strangely he wasn't tense. his body was rather relaxed, shoulders slumped down and jaw unclenched as you put the final bandage around his torso. he kissed you for the first time that night, whimpering into your mouth as he held the back of your neck with a single hand, only pulling back when the both of you needed air. he carried a smile on his face. "thank you." he whispered.

a very touched starved xiao was now a xiao that craved that kind of intimacy. coming to visit you every night after you finished for the night, letting his arms wrap around your waist and nuzzling his face into your back as you did your work.

xiao was always blushing whenever you initiated something new. from hand holding to hugging, to making out a little sloppier than usual, heavy petting, he was always a flustered mess. even more so when his cock sunk into your pussy. his head felt dizzy, you felt so good. is this what it felt like every time? he might get addicted, he thinks.

and addicted he was. pussy drunk. wanting to do everything to make you feel good. he wanted to take care of you, that's what he was used to doing for humans and it wouldn't be any different with you. tongue pressing against your clit, giving it the smallest kitten licks just to see your hole clench around nothing. "so pretty, all mine." he whispers, kissing your upper thighs as his face heats up when your hips try to chase his mouth. he lets his strength push your hips down into the bed, fingers on his other hand coming to spread your folds apart, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe from your seeping hole all the way to your clit, humming as he tastes your sweetness on his tongue. that's all it takes for him to go dumb, even dumber than before. he eats you out with ease, humming and smiling into your cunt as you writhe above him, tugging at his hair.

"love you s'much." he whispers against your lips, fat cock resting against your clit as his mouth presses against yours. you're barely given any time to respond, cut off by his lips and the feeling of his fat cockhead bullying its way into your cunt. "so pretty 'n fuck– t-tight... 's for me, yeah?"

"yours... all yo-yours, xiao..." his name leaves your lips in a broken moan, hot breath hitting his face as he rests his forehead against yours, fighting back the urge to bully his cock all the way into your since you felt so good around him. "i love you, so much."

he simply groans, getting lost in the feeling of your cunt clenching around him as he finally bottoms out. your words bounce around in his head as he finally drags his hips out, just leaving his tip in before pushing back into you a little too soon, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. not when he fills you up so nicely. stuffing you to the brim with his fat cock and reducing you to a mess.

"haa– love this c-cunt, love you. shit– 'm love you s'much baby." the most talkative he'd be is when he'd be getting drunk on your pussy. word after word spilling from his mouth without any filters. with his brutal pace and the way his curved cock would hit the spot that has you seeing stars almost every thrust, you cum quickly. but he wouldn't stop. he'd be too far gone. "one more, okay? i know you can gimme one more." he whispers, kissing you as his cock drags against your walls again and again, skin slapping so loudly in the room. he's so drunk on the feeling of your cunt clenching around him that xiao doesn't care how overstimulated you are (or even how overstimulated his own cock is), he'd let his cock slam into you over and over till he's tired <3

[madness-in-the-flesh]

Maybe some hank headcannons to start off the new blog?

Thanks for the ask anon!! And may I say, A very nice way to start of this blog <3 I wrote these as general Hank hcs that can kinda apply to all versions, Since I see some vers ( I.E MAG Hank, Antipathy, Average,etc. ) having some different quirks. So these can just apply to all three of them!

GENERAL HANK HEADCANONS

GENRE - ROMANTIC

TRIGGER WARNING - Stalking, Kidnapping, Stabbing mention, Implied murder.

To catch Hank's eye is something remarkable. He's an unfeeling, slaughtering, terror of a grunt who's only lover is carnage... Atleast that was until you stepped into his life, your biggest mistake yet.

You probably didn't even KNOW you did at first, Hank keeps everything well hidden. He not only keeps his feelings but himself as well.

He prefers to watch you at first, Learning your rountine, likes, Dislikes, friends, etc. He wants to know every little detail because it boggles him how someone like him could fall for someone like you.

He watches you for a long, long time.

But then while he watches you, He slowly realizes how fragile you are... You probably accidentally hurt yourself at one point or he spots a scar and it hits him like a bus, Maybe he just sees you in a fight: Which is common place in Nevada but the outcome doesn't change. Compared to him, You are small, fragile, brittle... weak. He needs to protect you.

After that he's not just watching you, But the people around you. If they treat you badly, or even make the mistake of laying a finger on you, He does what any good protecter would do: Take out the threat.

Possibly gets Sanford and Deimos too if he's unable. Those two would question it if course but it's not like Hank cares. All that matters is your safety

If possible, He may even ask Deimos and Doc / 2BDamned to set up a couple cameras around the area. However he 2B takes a lot more convincing than Deimos.

Either says that you have something to do with the A.A.H.W. and need to have a eye kept on or straight up admits his infatuation with you. After all: He highly doubts anyone could get in his way. Even if they wanted to

Eventually though: Watching isn't enough. He wants to be able to hold you. He sought comfort in your presence, He's sure you wouldn't mind him seeking out a little more close contact.

He is very touch starved too, So the idea of you holding him, the same way he would do to you. His legs turn to jelly and now he's absoluely restless. Promises himself that when you do, He'll savour every second.

You are the only one who can do this to him. You are the ONLY one who's allowed too.

Realistically, You are indeed fucked after being taken by Hank. You aren't getting away from him no matter what you do or say. Once you are in his arms, You aren't ever leaving them again.

He makes quick work of your allies after taking you. Can't have them questioning where you are and going looking in places they shouldn't for answers.

He's not the jealous type because in his mind. There is no reason to fall for anyone else but that doesn't mean he'll let you talk to them. Not unless necessary. You just need eachother. Noone else.

Most would characterize the monster of a man as impatient but he's willing to wait years for you to love him back. His determination is unbreakable: When Hank wants something, Hank gets without fail

Everytime you try to fight back or attempt to hurt him, He finds adoreable! You can probably not do any real damage without a weapon. His booba thick,,,,,,

If you were to get your hands ahold of a possible weapon, which is unlikely: He'd still find it cute but would have to punish you for it. How could you be so careless with it and hurt him? Not that he's not into it...

Either way, If you try to get along with Hank. He's suprisingly one of the easiest to get along with.

You've already got him wrapped around your finger, after all.

[obeymehasinfluncedmythoughts]

Yandere Brothers and Poly! Yandere! MC

The old uno reverse card. My favorite.

I don't know if this is alright but heyyy I did it anyways. I might do the others later too because I really like this scenario, but I need more time bro.

WARNING! THIS IS YANDERE, IT IS NOT LOVE

Lucifer

He might notice your tendencies before the other's do, but he doesn't really think much of it.

It's not like you're going to outwit him if you're lying, but he really doesn't have to worry about about it. You legitamently don't seem like you want to leave.

So he just enjoys life, going on day to day as if you both aren't infatuated with one another, but just regular lovers.

Sure, his more anal tendencies of planning do come up, but it's quiet easy to sway him away from any sort of restraints when you're such a good partner.

He's still incredibly strict though, even if you do manage to wiggle your way out of his more suffocating traits.

Thankfully, making it up to Lucifer is rather simple, it's just that you have to be willing for it to actually work.

Mammon

Definitely doesn't pick up on your shared traits at all.

It's like any red flags regarding your reciprocated affection goes right over his head.

(^^I can't tell if that's for the worst, or for the better in this scenario)

Really though, you can't blame him. Mammon is around you constantly. That means there isn't a chance for abnormal behaviors to be caught, as they've practically been jammed into the relationship since the beginning.

So he pretty much thinks everything you do is normal, and absolutely amazing. There's no complaints here.

Except, for, of course when you grt on him for being overly protective around his brothers.

This is always a topic of fighting in the household.

He doesn't like that you can't be his in the same way that he is yours. It drives him crazy. Especially seeing you get so fired up when a lower ranking demon hits on him, or witches try to kill him, or whatever. He wishes he could defend you, protect you, posses you in the same way you do him.

But instead, he has to share, and he really hates that most of all.

Especially because it's you who says so, and that means you're agree with Lucifer. Gross.

Leviathan

Yeah he probably figures it out really quick.

But, it will take him a while to actually, fully believe it.

(Afterall, how could someone want to be around him after knowing what he does? How could you still desire him after witnessing the envy and utter obsession that possess his bones? There must be something wrong with you.)

He feels bad reciprocating these feelings. Despite you being totally willing, it's almost worse then if you weren't.

At least he can understand your utter hatred for them. He could live with that. This though? It's confusing and he can't tell if he's taking advantage of you or not.

Really, it doesn't make this any easier.

But at least he doesn't have to sneak around to steal your stuff anymore -something Lucifer strictly banned after Mammon and Levi began to stockpile your clothes without your knowledge-. All he has to do is just ask and he shall receive, which doesn't make it any less embarrassing.

Thankfully though, due to your own assertiveness as a yandere, Levi is kinda knocked down a peg. He still has his moments, but there's sort of an understanding; the regonization that you and him are meant for one another, and simply nothing will get in between that.

Satan

He thinks this is so cute.

You're so utterly desperate for his attention that he barely even has to try.

(That doesn't mean he won't, of course. He has six rivals all fighting for your affection. It just goes a lot easier when you're as willing and desperate as he is.)

The only downside in this scenario is he probably doesn't get to use you as much.

You seem to be completely aware of everything happening around you right from the beginning.

There doesn't really seem to be much room to trick you, especially when you seem to be using the same tactics against him.

He does like watching you try to pull these little stunts off though.

Admittedly, it's a lot easier to isolate and control when you're a big scary demon known for your wrath.

Watching you try to make up for that is hilarious... but he must give it to you, using your pact mark to keep him in place really is a good idea.

He'll get you back for it eventually though. Don't worry.

Asmodeus

At first he finds this absolutely annoying.

You're just another one of his adoring fans. Whilst adorable with a wonderful personality, there's millions like you.

Millions that don't break into his room and steal his things.

(Ugh, Mc. All you had to do was ask!)

Fate always has a funny way of working out though, and eventually he finds himself stuck in between confusion and reciprocated feelings.

Love has never come easy for him. Obsession has, but it's more fleeting and sexual. This is different, this is more about you as a person, and figuring out that you feel the exact same way has him beyond overjoyed.

Now, Asmo views himself as much more civilized and romantic then his brothers, so he's going to woo you before he dives into this relationship.

He'll start by picking up on your traits, and specifically catering to them.

(Oh, you like stealing his clothes? Please leave alone the sweater perfectly laid out on his bed. You like the smell of him? It's not like he just put his favorite perfume in your room for a reason! Also those are absolutely his sex toys in your nightstand, he's not going to deny that.)

Asmo is obsessive, but out if all the brothers, he loves to be obsessed over the most.

Beelzebub

He's incredibly protective, so this doesn't exactly make him the happiest person.

(Especially since you do tend to pick fights with people. He really freaks out when you do that)

But, Beel isn't exactly the most perceptive. He just knows what he likes, and goes along with it. That's why he always, no matter how you act, views your relationship as lovingly mutual.

So not much changes, although he does find the fact that you sometimes try to sneak around him to be kinda funny.

Might sometimes let you believe he doesn't know what you're doing, even though anyone would be incredibly suspicious as to where their various clothing items have gone, or why their phone keeps rining in your back pocket.

He thinks it's rather cute, actually, how you obsess over his texts and such.

(He's never been one to do that, but he knows Belphie is, and he kinda accepts it as just a normal relationship quirk.)

Beel will also take any of your concerns and requests incredibly seriously. He feeds your delusion in a similar way that you feed his.

Belphegor

It's nice being in love with someone who acts the same way he does.

He still worries about you. He always will, especially after what he did, but it's not as bad because he knows you've forgiven him, even if he can't forgive himself

Honestly does get a little pissy when you act the same way around his other siblings -excluding Beel- but that's really to be expected.

So he just tries to combat your infatuation with them by increasing your infatuation with himself.

He'll leave his stuff in your room, send you pictures of himself throughout the say, encourage your sneaking behaviors by leaving around little notes congratulating you for finding them.

It's a game to him now.

One that actively annoys his siblings, which is a bonus in his eyes.

Afterall, why should he care what they think? You're the most important thing in the world. If you're happy, especially with him, he can only continue.

[licncourt]

Thoughts on Antoine? Lestat turned him after wanting to for a while and being in love with him and then he never really came back around to that relationship right?

I have quite a few actually! Antoine is a really interesting part of Lestat's arc and his relationship with Louis, at least in my opinion. In Interview, the bit with Antoine really does a good job of illustrating not only Lestat's motivations with/feelings towards Louis, but also Louis' fundamental misunderstanding of them.

In IWTV, Louis describes this scene:

"The next night-after that which I just described to you-[Lestat] jarred me miserably by asking me to go with him to the boy's flat. He was positively friendly, in one of those moods when he wanted my companionship...He was not above pressing my arm as he urged me. And I, dull, catatonic, gave him some miserable excuse...And finally he picked up a book from the floor and threw it at me, shouting, `Read your damn poems, then! Rot!' And he bounded out."

When Lestat returns home from Antoine's he's angry and belligerent, only becoming more so as Louis stays calm and disinterested in fighting with him. Knowing what we know now from TVL (honestly, it's pretty obvious to everyone but Louis in IWTV), I think it's a fair reading that this was an attempt to make Louis jealous and get his attention.

As we find out a little earlier in the book, Antoine is very similar to Louis. He's a waifish, dark-haired, light-eyed French immigrant who's extremely somber and artistic and thoughtful. He's basically the spitting image of Louis, and Louis knows that (he is also Lestat's lover as we find out explicitly later, something Louis would also have known at the time). We don't find out in Interview if the plan works (I have to assume it did, especially because it's heavily implied in PL that Louis dislikes Antoine), but it's obviously upsetting to Louis regardless.

In the quote I pulled, this seems like Lestat making an overture to Louis, an invitation to bond over this special kill that was all set up (maybe he was hoping he'd set the stage to get Louis interested in him and angry with Antoine). Unfortunately, Louis is preoccupied with Claudia (this is the last scene before she makes her attempt to kill Lestat), but Lestat only sees the rejection and disinterest. That sends him into a rage (which makes even more sense through the lens of Lestat having BPD) and he runs off to see Antoine alone.

After coming home, he keeps baiting Louis with graphically violent (and, in my opinion, sexually charged) fantasies about killing Antoine and taunting him about the past. To me, this whole episode really reads as a pretty sad moment for Lestat. He's so desperate for Louis to love him and want him and the rejection is painful and humiliating. That manifests as anger, a mixed desire to hurt Louis back and to provoke some kind of passionate reaction, even if it's more anger. I don't get the impression, even in PL when Antoine becomes an actual side character, that Lestat ever actually loved him. He was a means to an end with a side of infatuation, later a brief substitute for Louis at best.

Even the time they spent together after Lestat turns him (pretty clearly as a replacement for Louis) is brief. Lestat pays him and sends him away within weeks. I feel bad for Antoine in all this, he's only eighteen when it's happening and involved through no fault of his own. I think he was genuinely in love with Lestat and I'm sure it was horribly painful for him to be caught up in this power struggle between two century-old vampires and then used as a rebound even after giving up everything for Lestat. He doesn't get a ton of attention in the PL trilogy and there isn't any indication that I'm remembering that suggests a rekindled romance between them, but I'm glad Lestat made it up to him somewhat. Poor guy.

[vaelitis]

Helloooo- can I request some Xiao, diluc, and zhongli comfort hcs for their s/o ??? Tysmmmmm and gl w ur bloggg

Congrats on being my very first request anon ! 🥺 On top of that it’s such a soft one, i tried to be quick on writing it since you must be in need of some comfort 💓

( I apologize if the way i write Diluc or Xiao seems off character, i tried to dig in their personality as much as i could !)

Tell me if you want me to make a little paragraph of a comfort scene ! This is the first time im doing bulleted hcs, I don't want this to be too long so I only kept the necessary ^^

( ENGLISH ISNT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE)

How Diluc, Xiao and Zhongli would comfort their S/O !

• Diluc ❤️

An absolute sweet-ball. Don't even get me started on this-

One would assume Diluc to be cold-hearted and overall distant with others, and this is quite true, only because he actually wants to be perceived that way. In order to keep his reputation of the unbreakable owner of Dawn Winery.

In fact, it's the way he possesses such a pure and sensitive heart which forced him to build up walls around it, so as not to end up entirely bruised like he once was.

So if you got the chance to have this cute fireball as your lover, it means he has an everlasting trust in you. From that point, he'll lavish you in everything you need to feel better. (lucky you ! ><)

This is why this man is one of the king at comforting you, believe me or not he is an empath ( or why would he continue to protect Mondstadt ?) he cares for others and it gives him the ability to comprehend the feelings of his little angel.

Did I mention that he is the most desired bachelor in Mondstadt ? Don't be fooled honey, this man has been taught mannerism. Thus, he knows how to take care of a lady/gentleman, and you are his to protect.

Though, I don't hc him to act upon those standards, I think he is more likely to rely on his own feelings (and yours !) to handle any situations. This etiquette knowledge is only some bonus point to your relationship !

As such, I think he'd be more on the act of services side ! Diluc isn't the type of wording every of his consolations, he has been so used to put a mask on during these annoying time of conventional meeting. He wishes to get away from the social mask he has to wear because of his title. This boy is all about feelings, passion, and obviously actions.

Now let's focus on COMFORT!

Oh boy does he immediately notices that something is going on, his fondness towards owls isn’t for nothing.

Once he is sure of your sorrowful state, he asks Charles to take over the tavern for the day, no discussion allowed, he needs to make you feel better.

Diluc isn't fond of affection blah-blah-BULLSHIT-- every time you hug him, he melts under his stoic behaviour, now it's your turn to melt.

His arms-- please. His arms. (and thighs) When he engulfs you in his strong yet caring arms of his, his heartbeat soothing yours, it's Celestia on earth. His heat is comforting without being too overwhelming, and his clothes have a strong scent of vanilla when the smell of apple cider washes off.

Despite him not being too comfy with words, he will still ask you if you want to talk about what is bothering you and if he can help with it. Always.

Don't worry, he will find the exact few words, though awkward, to try to lift up your mood.

Just imagine, him carrying you bridal style to your shared bedroom, settling you so softly on the sheets as if you were made of porcelain. His hands, rough and calloused, would caress your cheeks with the gentleness of a feather, fingertips like a fleeting breeze of wind on your skin. Then, he'd plant a delicate kiss on the crown of your head, keeping his lips there a couple of seconds, to make sure you feel all of his love.

He is so infatuated with you ! his heart is burning for you, and he'd fight the world to bring you comfort. As such, he'd tell you to stay in bed, and to wait for him as he'd charge the maids of the manor to run a hot bath for you. ( it’s up to you if you want him to join ~w~)

IF YOU DO, the turning of events..would only depends on you. He is not one to force you into anything, on the contrary i think his hands would be shaking the entire time and oh lord the huge blush too—

He could admire your body for hours. He’d hold his breath as he slowly scrub your back, up..then down..in repetitive motions, hands mapping out your every curves.

He would prepare your favourite snack of his, he knows you adore his cooking. He'd bring a plate full of delicacies for you to enjoy, while waiting for the bath to be ready. He'd hold you close against his chest, running his finger through your hair in a comforting manner.

It really depends on your state of discomfort, sometimes a lil bit of chit-chat and a hug will do, but he tends to be a gentleman like that <3

• Zhongli 🧡

( it’s gonna be very obvious that he is my n°1 hubby)

*take a deep breath* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Is this an angel ? No. It’s even better,

ZHONGLI.

if you managed to get your hands on the retired Archon of geo, God Of Contract, Rex fucking Lapis. Zhongli. oh boy you won the lottery. (no pun intended)

He has walked upon HIS land for thousands of years and generously gave advices to the common folks. He has seen, lived and felt oh so much, never would you catch him off guard with your concerns.

On the contrary, you got a whole-ass encyclopedia sleeping in your bed, he has enough experiences and wisdom to give you the best advices !

Inhabitants of Liyue often described him as a merciless god, though i believe they were describing his respect towards contracts. He values fairness above all things, so if he was to comfort you, i think he would base his words on the knowledge he gained from said value.

Regarding feelings, he decided to live amongst mortals to comprehend human beings better. Both of you could then support each other by synchronizing your beliefs like a melody, so you will dance your life like a marvelous valse. ^^

In a relationship, he attaches great importance to the well-being and feelings of his beloved. That is why i’m 100% certain that every single night, before your adorable cuddle session cradle you both to dreamland, he asks you how you feel.

He absolutely adores having a nice and comforting chat with his significant other. Sharing quality time is one of his favorite hobby. No matter if it regards politics, history of Liyue, his fond (and not so fond) memories, and of course, your daily life. I hc him to see communication as the key of a relationship. He’d gladly be the listener for you <3

How could you even feel down when your shared bedroom is filled with the exquisite scent of his cologne, the soothing fragrance of patchouli and amber thriving on your silky sheets ? JK JK

It’s in your absolute best interest to confess your concerns to Zhongli, your lover or not, he is 100% WORTH the shot. And if you tend to keep your feelings shut inside your fragile heart, he will definitely reassure and put you at ease for you to open up. He is a very patient man, he cares for you deeply and would by no means push your limits <3

Due to his quite hectic past as an Archon, he still carries a divine aura, which immediately ( depending on how he get along with you/ppl) put you at ease. That’s why you practically always witness inhabitants of Liyue confessing to him, it’s just in his nature as a former god.

If you somehow think that you’re not worth of his wisdom and fear to bother him ( *bonk* YOU SHALL NOT. >c<) he will notice and will make sure to work on your insecurities with you ( you won’t escape this, honey) ^^

If you do have some burden you wish to share with your fine man, he will wait for you to let it all out, your head rested on his broad shoulder, and your tiny fingers intertwined with his. As you speak, you’d hear soft hums here and there as a reassurance that he is listening. If you struggle to express your emotions, his thumb would softly rub the back of your hand, encouraging you. ><

Did i mention that he is a man of incredible knowledge ? Yes ? Then not enough. Because may I remind you that he has meet tons of people during his 6000 thousands year of life ? Thus, he is more than aware of some tricks and methods to help someone to relax 😎 ( or even more...) ( i actually hc him to know a lot about bdsm or other fetish)

Oh darling you bet he will use this knowledge accordingly, especially for his dear little one. He is the K I N G at giving massages. After proposing you a piece of his mind on your situation, he will gently take your chin between his thumb and index to stare at your beautiful eyes.

He’d ask you with that suave voice of his

“ I assume my little flower would gladly enjoy a massage, wouldn’t you ?”

“Once his skillful hands lavishly bathe your back of a violet grass oil, he can’t help his fingertips to slowly wander upon the skin of your shoulder blade, down to your hips..grazing his nails lightly on your flesh, eliciting shivers of pleasure in its wake. A rich chuckle tickle your ears, as a glint of mischief dances on his face.”

“ Is it to your liking, my dear ?”~

holy shit

• Xiao 💚 ( BB OMG)

damnn look at this back

“ There is no problem which could last thousands of years”

AND YOU ACTUALLY EXPECT HIM TO KNOW HOW TO COMFORT YOU-

Nah our adepti is just playing the “bad guy” card, so no one can approach him, because poor bby is scared of himself. 😔

His biggest fear is to turn like the darkness he fight against night and day. He is so devoted to Rex Lapis, who saved his life, that he’d lose himself to protect Liyue.

It obviously applies to you.

Getting in an actual relationship with this incarnate paradox that is Xiao, means you must have pierced the mask he hides behind. From here, you know he isn’t one to word his consolations, like Diluc.

I believe that most of the time in the beginning of the relationship he would have to comfort you because of his own actions. It’s no surprise that Xiao tends to be harsh with his words, he is blunt, and would often try to push you away because he is horrified at the idea of hurting you.

Xiao is SO OBSERVANT, he doesn’t interact with mortals so as to not cause any harm to them, but he is like the owl which wisely observe. Thus, he has memorized your habits, your cute mimics, the way your eyes lit up when you’re happy, and the way you slightly pout when you feel under the weather.

Xiao’s love language is highly related to act of services, he’d offer you cristal flies every time you come to Wangshu Inn, stuttering when you’d ask why he did so.

Since you’re aware of his duties, you tend to keep your concerns for yourself. Too bad for you, but as I said, honey your boyfriend is more than observant. ~w^

“ Moon high in the night sky, and your head high in the mellow clouds, you were standing on the last floor of wangshu inn. Another day where you kept your feelings to yourself. Unbeknownst to you, a lurking shadow made its way behind you with the grace of cat and the stealth of a yaksha. Your hips met two arms which gently wrapped around them, and, if it wasn’t for the appeasing scent of fresh leaves and grilled almond, you would have panicked. Your dear Adepti, nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck, warming it up with his soft lips, before breathing out words of praises”

-“ What did I tell you ? Hotheaded mortal, if something ever happens, speak my name...my firefly.”

FWEHHH i hope you liked these ! As i said it’s my first time doing bulleted hcs so it might not be really amazing but i tried my best >.<

[taegyuun]

biology class

genre: fluff, acquaintances to lovers, highschool au

word count: 2.5k

pairing: jungwon x reader

requested? yes

notes: i hope you like this i really love college/school concepts and i was super excited to write this, also i had to search up topics for biology in highschool so if this seems too easy/hard for a bunch of 16 year olds y’know why. also yes i know in korea they have uniforms but for the sake of this they can wear their own clothes. I've been writing this all day, literally since the second i woke up until now which is 19:05 pm. I'm extremely proud of this so i hope you enjoy! texting is in bold.

yang jungwon.

the campus’ ‘it boy’. everyone knew, loved, hated, or couldn’t decide whether they wanted to be him or with him. people definitely had mixed opinions on him but it was mainly the boys who gave him the glances of evil.

they were jealous.

the kid was known for being easy going, naturally sweet to everyone and academically smart. but one thing that did tick the boys off though, were his talents. sure, there were many boys and girls in school that were nice and pretty and smart but somehow, yang jungwon just had to have it all.

not only could he sing, he could dance too.

not only could he be sweet, he could turn and give the cold glare too.

he was the definition of a perfect boy... and that’s exactly how you got involved with him. let’s just say you were at the brink of being infatuated with him.

but how could you not be? even though you two barely spoke together, when you did - even if it was only about the topic of your class - you felt like he was genuinely interested in what you had to say and it never felt forced. you always felt like he cared; no matter how boring the subject you were talking about was. it had you hooked in a second.

unfortunately, jungwon was popular. infuriatingly popular. and with popularity, the swarm of love letters and beautiful fangirls and fanboys also showed up in the picture. the thoughts of dating him disappeared quicker than you could say, “hello!” to him. it disappointed you, yes. however, who were you to dwell on some highschool boy? sure, he's not exactly the type that you’d quickly forget about the second you graduate but he also never made a real impact on your life other than some minor crush.

well that was up until your biology class.

“y/n and... jungwon.” the sound of mrs. lim’s voice boomed through the filled classroom and knocked you back into reality at the sound of your name. you look up from your hands in confusion and then rendered what she said - you were paired with jungwon for your biology project... that was worth 65% of your grade.

you weren’t exactly worried about getting everything done on time - you knew he would definitely cooperate and do what he was meant to do, but what you were worried about was messing up in front of him. i mean, messing up in front of your crush is the worst second hand embarrassment, no matter how nice they are. you put your thoughts aside and looked around the classroom, trying to find the boy, only to find him already looking at you with a smile and a small wave. you wave back before looking down at your fingers, picking at the skin near your nails. oh boy, you were in for a ride.

as the bell rings, you start to pack your things away, only to be stopped by a finger tapping on your shoulder.

“hey!” you almost feel like you’re in one of the cheesy romcoms, feeling like you had to cover your eyes from how bright his smile was.

“hi jungwon, what’s up?”

“i was wondering how we’re gonna do the project?” you thought about all the possibilities and topics. you could do it at his house, your house, the library and you couldn’t wait to decide on the subject. a small smile appeared on your lips at the thought of working with him.

“uh, what about i’ll give you my number and then we can decide after school?” you words were slightly rushed, as you tried to escape his presence as quickly as possible and get to your next lesson - wanting to hide away from the chilling glares his fangirls were giving you - which you were soon to be late to. he then pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to you before pulling his bag over his shoulder and sending you a pretty smile,

“remember to text me.”

you look at the piece of paper, a few numbers written on it in black ink. you dwell over the thought of having to text him first, but you knew if you didn’t, the project wasn’t going to get done. you thought over it a bit more and realised that your grades were far more important than some stupid crush. you pull out your phone and text a simple,

you: hi it y/n!

you put your phone down, expecting to have to wait a while for a reply and got back to picking at your food with your fork. instead, you're surprised to hear your phone vibrating on the wooden table, a notification with his name already on screen. you place down your utensil and look at the text.

jungwon: hey! so what do u want to do for the project? i think we should decide the topic first before figuring out where we want to do it 

you were glad that he was pretty straightforward and didn't beat around the bush, also that he genuinely wanted to get the project done and that it wasn't you doing all the work like the previous times you were partnered up with someone. 

you: what do u think about the musculoskeletal system 

jungwon: omg i was gonna say lets do smth to do with the skeletal system

jungwon: ok well then the topic is settled where do u wanna do it

you smile brightly at the easy agreement instead of having to scratch at your head for hours to get the other person to agree upon a topic.

you: i mean we can do it at mine if youre ok with that but the library is also an option

jungwon: yours it is then ;)

you look down at your phone in surprise at the “;)”, not expecting him to be so bold.

you: great! tmr after school?

jungwon: cant wait :)

throughout the whole day at school, you kept glancing at the clock, anticipating the final bell to ring so you could meet your project partner at the school entrance and walk home with him. you shake your head at the thought, trying to remind yourself that it was just a project - nothing else. the loud sound of a bell ringing brings you out of your trance, as you excitedly hop out of your seat. “woah, y/n... what's got you in such a good mood? its only lunch, are you that hungry?” you turn around and see jungwon standing with a hand on his bag strap and a few other boys behind him. you lightly laugh and say, “oh I'm just excited to get started on the project... hi guys.” you wave slightly at the boys stood behind him and hear a chorus of “hi y/n!!” following and excited waves. 

“ill see you later, alright?” you slightly smile as you start to walk away. your eyes widen at the yelling and hooting behind you as you look over your shoulder and see the rest of the boys shouting and punching jungwon’s arms, one of them yelling out a, “you scored! she's a cute one!” 

you smile slightly to yourself and lift your head higher, walking towards the cafeteria.

finally.

the final bell rings and you pack your things into your bag, sighing in delight at the thought of finally being able to leave the building. you walk out the class and instead of being able to walk straight out like usual, you see jungwon standing off to the side and gently waving at you. you raise a brow at him, but continuing to walk over anyway. “what are you doing here? i thought we were meeting at the entrance?” 

“i- um, i don't know i thought it be better if i waited for you here, you don't mind right?” he smirks knowingly, already aware of your small crush on him. he didn't find out through you, of course not. you were good at acting neutral around him - not even showing an ounce of adoration. however, one thing you weren't good at hiding, were your thoughts during your sleep. you two shared a free class together, and most of the time you spent it studying or sleeping. you didn't exactly say your thoughts loudly, but jungwon sat close enough to hear some of the things you had to say - him being a common topic of your dreams. he wasn't dumb, he could figure out that you liked him. but he also was a tad stupid - still not acting upon his already existing feelings and asking you out.

thankfully, you being his partner in the project boosted his confidence and had allowed him to create the ‘perfect’ plan of asking him to be your boyfriend. 

“i-uh, yeah! i don't mind. shall we go?” you say, slightly flustered. he nods in responses and mulls over what he was going to do. screw it. he grabs your hand and interlaces your fingers together, “so which way to yours?” your eyes widen at his action, looking at him with your mouth dropped open, before getting out a chocked, “uh, t-to the left.”

“lets get going then?” he starts walking and softly smiles down at you. you subconsciously squeeze his hand and smile back, walking hand in hand with him, steps oddly in sync. you hear a “hell yeah jungwon! get it!” and a loud, “ow!” followed after. you turn around and see jay holding his head in pain and sunghoon stood behind him with a smug smile on his face, throwing a thumbs up to both of you. you turn back around and look up at jungwon, seeing his cheeks tinted a light pink and a shy smile residing on his lips. you feel a soft tug at your hand followed by a clearing of his throat.

“come on, lets go.” you follow his step, hands still interlaced as you two walk in a comfortable silence, once in a while telling him which direction to go. 

“so what do you think we should start with?” you look up from the ground and see him looking at you, awaiting your response. “oh uhm, i think we should just start with getting all the info into notes and from that start making the project. i think we should leave the creative aspects like making it look nice and what not till the end because that doesn't really impact our grades so it isn't that important.” you feel his thumb rubbing you hand in soft circles and feel yourself getting warmer, completely forgetting his hand holding yours - it just felt so natural. he hums in agreement before speaking up once again. 

“I'm honestly so glad i got partnered with you, especially with this being such an important project. every time i had to work with other people who weren't my friends it felt like i either had to do all the work or scratch to the depths of my brain to get them to agree on a topic and on how we should make it work.”

“i totally get that!” your voice slightly raises in happiness at his words, “i feel the exact same way. every time i get partnered with someone, i always have to do all the work and it got so infuriating always having to credit them for something they never did or the bare minimum.” you take out the key from your pocket and twist it into the keyhole, opening the door and hearing the pat of your cats paws coming closer to the door. you both take your shoes off and walk to the kitchen, your cat following behind and waking in between your legs. 

“i didn't know you had a cat?” jungwon's voice forces you to look behind and find him to be crouching down and petting howl. “well, mr. yang, there's a lot you don't know about me, he's called howl by the way,”

“like howl from ‘howls moving castle’?” you smile brightly, happy that he got the refence. “yeah! i love that movie, its my comfort film,” you bring two glasses of water with you as you start to walk upstairs, jungwon following your steps. you both get to your room, opening the door wider to let him inside too. 

“woah.” 

“huh? oh uh, ignore everything - its not the prettiest room,” you say, slightly embarrassed at all the posters and random clutters on your shelves, “no, no! i love it, it reminds me a lot of my own room. its very fitting to you, y/n.” he smiles at you and you simply smile back, handing him the glass of water and hearing a quiet, “thanks,” in response. 

“well, should we start?”

“god! finally!” you both groan, falling back onto your soft bed, sighing at the ceiling. you two had been working since the second you got inside your room until the sun had set; your parents even managed to get back from work by the time you were only one third through your note gathering. you spread your arms on the bed, stretching as you did so. your hand then hits something soft and silky. you look to your left and see jungwon smiling brightly as your hand rests on top of is head. 

the whole time you two were working on the project, you both subconsciously stayed close to one another, as if you were just drawn to the other with an invisible force. even when you took a food break for 20 minutes and were sat opposite one another, your feet kept kicking the other, smiling and laughing quietly with warm cheeks. 

now you laid on your bed, your hand resting on top of his head and staying there with no complaints from the boy.

“i like your outfit,” you observed the comfortable fit he was wearing, oversized black hoodie with some blue text in the corner and loose fitting black trousers. jungwon looks down at what he was wearing before looking back up and smiling, eyes slowly opening and closing, “youre tired, aren't you?” he then opens his mouth, trying to deny your statement but gets cut off by a yawn. he blushes before softly nodding his head and getting more comfortable on your bed, unknowingly bringing you closer to him, eyes already closed. 

“take a nap, ill wake you up when it gets late.” he nods once again, barely conscious as he already falls into dreamland, arms wrapped tightly around you. you feel yourself heating up, both from his body heat and at his actions. you try hard as you possibly can to not squeal too loudly as you brush his hair away from his forehead and press a soft kiss in place. 

a tiny smile forms on his lips as you get more comfortable and start to drift away yourself. right before being sent away to your dreams, you felt a gentle kiss being pressed to your forehead in return. 

he may have not followed his ‘perfect plan’ of becoming your boyfriend but you both got 100% on the project... and a new found love.

[mentally-unstable-fangirl]

in my opinion fandoms are like crushes. in the beginning when you first enter the fandom, there's so much. so much you don't know, so many layers to discover, so much new content to consume. everything is so big and exciting and overwhelmingly fun. your first few fanfics have you bouncing up and down and screaming into your pillow with feels, your first several fanarts make you giddy and jittery, and your first meta theories have you thinking at your computer for hours. but after a while it starts to slow down, and you form a deeper connection with it all. you're comfortable and familiar in the fandom community, you know what tags to search for and which to block. you have comfort fics you read over and over again and fanartists you love every work from. and after still longer you might be able to see a picture of your otp without squealing, or lose attention span in the middle of a meta and scroll past it, but still hold the same place for it in your heart. i don't believe fandoms die, because just because it isn't an infatuation anymore doesn't mean it can't be a lifelong lover you've grown comfortable with and is there when you need it the most