#thank u bestie for the asks

[sparklingchim]

excuse me, ms. Darly but could we get a short lwh!fam like this https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5a8Ngzt3Xg/?igsh=MTYydm1xamt0eXo2Mg==

pairing: dilf!jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook has a habit of snoring, and nabi had enough of it.

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Nabi is a very clingy baby.

Very cuddly, too.

So most nights, she somehow finds her way into your and Jungkook’s bedroom.

It's almost like she has a sixth sense for when you're about to settle into bed, starting to cry and whine to get your attention.

And almost always, Jungkook comes back with Nabi cradled in his arms, her fake tears still glistening in her eyes as he carries her into bed.

You remind him that it's not good to let her get used to this habit, and he always defends it by saying he can't resist letting her sleep with you both. "Her big tired eyes melt me into letting her sleep with us."

Jungkook finally gets to experience firsthand what it means to turn putty at the sight of round, sparkly doe eyes.

And just as Nabi has a habit of wanting to sleep between her parents, Jungkook has a habit of snoring. Every night. Though he claims he doesn't snore as loudly when you complain and you always give him an incredulous look, snarling back, "how would you know?"

All three of you are cuddled up in bed, Jungkook’s snores richocheting off the walls as you're deep in sleep—except for Nabi.

She's squirming in bed, the covers getting pulled and tugged with the movements of her little body, which causes you wake up. Your eyes flutter open.

You just catch the moment when Nabi raises her tiny hand and smacks it against Jungkook’s cheek just enough to create a soft echo of the slap.

Jungkook's snoring comes to an abrupt halt.

He grumbles, shifting to adjust his position and escape whatever just hurt him, all while keeping his eyes closed.

You stifle a giggle as you watch him groggily scratch his cheek. Nabi's big, curious eyes drift to your smiling face, and she wriggles her way back to you.

"Good job, Nabi," you whisper, pulling her close. She snuggles into your side, her little fingers curling around your chest as she nestles in.

"Did she just hit me?" Jungkook mumbles, still half-asleep, his voice thick with confusion.

You laugh softly, brushing a hand through Nabi's silky hair.

"Your snores annoyed her," you say, giggling. "See, you are very loud."

"Nabi's ruthless," he huffs.

Jungkook cracks one eye open, glancing at the two of you cuddled up together.

"Traitor," he mumbles, pouting in mock betrayal. But he quickly switches back, leaning in to drop a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Sorry, baby. Dad didn't mean to be so loud. I'll let you sleep now, yeah?"

Nabi lets out a little yawn, her tiny mouth stretching wide as she snuggles deeper into your side. The sight of her small, sleepy face and the way her eyelashes flutter as she fights to keep her eyes open melts both you and Jungkook.

Jungkook shifts to make more room, his arms wrapping around you and Nabi in a protective, cosy embrace.

You rest your head against Jungkook’s shoulder, the three of you nestled together in a perfect cuddle pile. As Jungkook’s breathing gradually synchronizes with Nabi’s, he kisses your forehead, his touch tender and loving.

"Love you, and I'm sorry."

"Love you, and it's okay," you whisper back.

[ash-and-starlight]

celebrating Her month by updating my mai&sokka bestieism manifesto & introducing their matching undercuts era

[temeyes]

i like imagine your soap doodlebob in one of these

(sorry i forgot if i sent this ask 😭😭)

oh nooo, someone pls help him,,,

[stealingpotatoes]

luke and biggs… thoughts?

many thoughts + it means luke has a type

[xulips]

i hope u don't mind but ur tokoha drawing singlehandedly killed my writers block and now this exists inspired by it!! ty for Them it bought me insane amounts of joy <3 have a nice day!!

i enjoyed it quite a bit

[koipalm]

mqf poking sy with a stick: how are you alive

sy, crumpled on the floor in a puddle of sweat: spite

I'm also a fond believer of the "sy was sickly in his world" hc so if applicable here it would be so funny how little regard he has for his own health from the start. he's like yea. that certainly looks like my ribs. but they're not broken yet so we'll take that. and everyone is like what the fuck is wrong with you???? sqq is like are you trying to make me look worse and sy just "you guys are all immortal peerless beauties literally anyone slightly normal looks gross next to you" but he looks like death warmed over

GLKJDHFGAH i like that headcanon but i think it wld be funnier if sy was just actively decaying anyway. mqf just has to wait for him to collapse so he can finally get him to eat smth

[fumifooms]

thanks for infecting me with marchil its so so fun to just see them pair themselves up in the background now

especially love how much she picks him up like a cat (and when he has the opportunity to do it to her too he just lugs her around like a sack of oats) gosh i love them they're so funny

YAAAAAA 🎉🎉 I’m so glad to hear it welcome to the sillies corner 🤝

THEY’RE SOOO SO FUNNY

They’re worsties that cannot get enough of each other

[saintbleeding]

Hii~

So i saw this on a tumblr post but is very jonmartin

"Jon and Martin are planning their wedding, they want to have their cat as ring bearer (is this how it's called?) But Martin doesn't know the name of the cat because they always call it different nicknames and jon just doesn't tell him and he don't want to admit that after all that years don't know.

Because jon didn't know either! he thinks that the cat is Martin's and he also is trying to figure out the name."

Martin’s not a cat person.

Honestly, he’s just not really an animal person. Like, in general.

The same isn’t true for Jon, of course. On, like, their second date, Jon—who, up until that point, had been all leather elbow patches on his stupid tweed jackets and “hmm, perhaps” and thoughtful squinting—got approached by a cat in the street, and pretty much melted on the spot.

Martin melted, too, but for slightly different reasons.

So it wasn't really a surprise when Jon moved in and Cat started turning up. Sure, it felt a little bit out of character for Jon not to excitedly announce that, one, he'd gotten a pet cat really recently, and, two, he was bringing it into Martin's place, which is a relatively humble little cottage, but Cat seems to free-roam most of the time, so it's not like she's encroaching on much of the space. And, anyway, it's not like Martin hates cats, so he doesn't mind. He just sort of thought Jon would have said something. But he didn't.

So.

You know.

There's a cat.

She's grown on Martin over time. In fact, it's usually him that wakes up with her purring and headbutting him at fuck-off o'clock in the morning, and Jon's not a heavy sleeper, so if she'd attacked him first, Martin would know.

But she's nice. Lovely little tufts of fur between her toes, and quite a deep meow for such a pretty lady. He'll call her Lady Catherine sometimes, and Jon's got the gall to pretend he doesn't think it's hilarious. Mind you, Jon's terms of endearment for her skew a bit more—pejorative, for lack of a better term? Like, Cat will take the opportunity when Jon is hunched over a stack of student essays at the dining table, and she'll leap onto his shoulders, and do that loaf thing, and Jon always says "unhand me, you infernal creature", or the few times she has bothered Jon in the middle of the night for pre-dawn breakfast service, he's grumbled "vile beast" even as he gets up to feed her.

Martin's tried telling him he shouldn't be encouraging her. But Jon just turns around and says "yes, I know, that's why I chastise her".

Martin stays impressed that someone so smart can be so stupid. Which he means affectionately, obviously. If he didn't, they wouldn't be getting married.

Which is great, by the way. It's great.

Does present some—unique problems, though.

Martin's got absolutely no bloody clue what her actual name is.

Which, you know, it's not like he's filling out adoption papers or anything, but at some point after some late-night banter it became part of the plan that Cat should be the ring-bearer at the wedding.

And he can't not know the name of a member of the party at his own wedding.

So he starts sleuthing.

"Hey," he says one evening, when GBBO is over and they're just sitting there with the telly on mute.

Jon looks up from his thorough inspection of Cat's beans, her paw gently clasped between his thumb and forefinger, and goes "Mm?"

"Been thinking."

Jon lifts one eyebrow. "Mm?"

"We could get her a proper little collar and everything."

Jon blinks a couple of times, then smiles. "Oh, for the wedding, you mean?" Martin nods. "Oh, yes, it could match your tie."

Okay, that's adorable, but also, unfortunately, not the point.

"Ooh, yeah," he says, then: "Oh! And, like, a little engraved name-tag. Really fancy."

Jon's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly.

"Yes," he says, tone completely unreadable. "Silver or gold, do you think?"

Martin's suddenly wondering if it's a trap.

"Dunno," he says, turning his eyes back to the brightly-coloured advert on the screen. "What's her vibe, you think?"

In the corner of his eye he sees Jon's jaw working silently as he searches for something to say.

"I think your input should be taken into consideration," he says, lifting his chin as Cat stands, stretches, and headbutts him. "Since... you know."

Martin considers whether or not Jon's messing with him, because frankly, he very much does not know.

"Mmm. Well! Uh- I- I like gold. Would match our bands."

"True enough," Jon says. Cat leaps onto the back of the sofa, and they're both silent till she curls up there and falls back asleep.

Jon doesn't seem very eager to say anything else.

Bugger.

"So..." Martin says, lifting his glasses to rub his eyes. "Um... what's the spelling, again?"

Jon's blurry form sits up straighter, and when Martin puts his glasses back on he sees his mouth open in shock.

"Might I ask why you're asking me?" Jon says, which doesn't make any sense.

"W- um. Y- you know, you're the English teacher."

Jon inclines his head to the side, frowning. "Hmm," he goes. "W- I- I- yes, I—mm." He lowers himself back against the sofa again. "The usual way."

Martin sighs.

"Right," he says. "Okay."

The silence gets a bit fraught, then. When Martin stands up to take their mugs to the kitchen, he might be a tiny bit huffy. It's possible.

Jon follows him, and he stays huffy, because it's easier to keep up than neutrality when he's trying to hide that he's a bit annoyed and a bit embarrassed.

"Everything alright?" Jon says, leaning casually against the fridge as Martin puts way too much effort into scrubbing both mugs clean.

"Mm."

Several seconds pass.

"Could I say something?" Jon asks, a bit hesitantly.

If Martin had to guess, he'd put money on "you're a negligent idiot for not paying enough attention to know my cat's name and I hate you".

"Yeah."

Jon exhales audibly behind him, as though amused.

"With all due respect and affection, darling—" He pauses till Martin is finished aggressively rinsing the mugs. Martin still doesn't turn to face him, though, because he's a tiny bit scared of where this is going, honestly. "If you've forgotten how to spell your own cat's name, that's not, strictly speaking, my fault, is it?"

Martin turns around.

Several things occur to him at once.

First, Cat's a dirty freeloader who owes Martin like fourteen months of rent.

Second, it might, legitimately, have been a coincidence that she and Jon moved in around the same time.

Third, he can't remember a time he's heard Jon use any method of address on her except for creature, or beast, or the ones Martin uses himself.

Which means, fourth, Jon doesn't know her bloody name either.

Because she's not his cat.

Well.

"Okay," Martin says. "Let's assume I have forgotten. Couldn't you just—help me out—and spell it?"

"Martin," Jon says disparagingly with a frown.

"Jon," Martin says, trying really hard not to smirk.

Jon does that thing where his mouth starts in a flat line, but as his irritation grows, his nose scrunches up, and the line of his mouth slowly rises up his face until he exclaims inarticulately and throws his hands in the air in defeat.

"Fine!" he says. "Fine, okay, alright, fine. I—I don't—I don't know. I don't know! I meant to ask, but I felt negligent not having known when I moved in, and then, after a month or seven I couldn't very well come out and ask, could I? And then—good heavens, it's been more than a year, there was no subtle way to recover!"

Martin's not laughing at him.

But he is laughing.

Breathlessly, uncontrollably, doubling over—to the point where Jon actually crosses the few steps separating them in the tiny kitchen to place a hand on his shoulder, gently guiding him upright with a concerned look on his face.

"Sorry," Martin manages eventually, wiping tears from his eyes. "Christ, sorry, I'm just—"

He takes a deep, measured breath.

"I've got to tell you something," he says sheepishly. Jon puts his hands on Martin's shoulders and looks into his face with the earnest sobriety that, even now, gives Martin butterflies.

"Anything," he says, still frowning intensely.

Martin averts his eyes. "She's not my cat either."

When Jon stops laughing, he spends the rest of the evening lecturing Cat in his Not Mad Just Disappointed voice ("identity fraud is an extremely serious matter, young lady, and you are terribly lucky you have such sweet little eyes, or I might be compelled to take legal action against you, please let go of my nose").

Oh, but they do end up getting her an engraved gold name-tag for the ceremony.

It says 'Lady Catherine (Beast)'.

[juwaiin]

piastri gaining more positions in races doesn’t mean he’s performing better than norris or more consistently. he’s 13-3 down in quali, you are always going to gain more places if you start further back! norris has consistently outperformed him this season, which is kinda clear from the gaps between them at the end of races - norris has finished more than 20 seconds ahead of him quite a few times this season. piastri’s biggest lead to him was abt 10 seconds and that was when norris didn’t put under the sc at jeddah.

norris is getting team orders because he is the one who has performed well enough and consistently enough to be in the championship fight. oscar hasn’t. simple as that.

the sheet will also show you the positions norris has lost. you gain more positions if you start further back, but you really aren't supposed to lose more positions if you start ahead! norris makes too many errors that cost him positions. simple as that.

and speaking of consistently outperforming,

i personally don't think what norris needs is team orders. what he needs is to perform better- and not just in comparison to oscar. the bulk of his point loss is because of stupid errors and, not to sound like a broken record, but calling for team orders instead of improvement on his end is like slapping a bandaid on an open wound. will it work? maybe. is there a bigger problem that needs to be resolved? absolutely. is it unfair for oscar to be the bandaid at his own expense in this scenario while the gaping wound goes unaddressed? goes without saying!!

go back and read that paragraph three more times because i keep repeating the same notion but i don't know why you have elected to ignore or misinterpret.

everyone hates team orders yadda yadda but most people will shut up when they're justified. in this case, it's unjustified. if you lose positions in 47% of your races, you are not consistent or strong. if you NEED team orders to fight a championship and cannot carry your own weight, you do not deserve it. simple enough i hope.

anyway, please stop sending anon asks about norris jesus fucking christ. it's cowardly and pointless. if you want to share your opinions, you have a blog for that. if you want to have a conversation (and i doubt this is the case :p) dms exist. but i don't think there's a conversation to be had given. vague gesturing. the nature of this exchange

[strangersatellites]

pride, envy, wrath, sloth, gluttony, greed, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

lust (noun) - a shortcut to sexual fulfillment, but it doesn’t actually get you there. When you lust after someone, you are objectifying that person for your own selfish pleasure. 

The summer heat beats down with a strength that must rival that straight out of Hell, Eddie thinks. 

The thermometer Wayne keeps on the porch outside reading somewhere between ninety degrees and the devil’s asscrack and Eddie can feel all of it. 

Sweat rolling down his spine even where he’s sat in the shade, sunglasses and baseball cap on and a glass of ice water pressed to the back of his neck. 

You couldn’t pay him enough money to set foot in the grass, to feel the sun hit his skin and start burning it instantly.

The only thing keeping him even outside is Steve. 

Steve who is washing his car like it's the most important job he’ll ever have. He’s paying attention to details that Eddie’s never even noticed, let alone noticed were clean.

But that’s not what Eddie’s paying attention to anyway is it?

No. There might be one thing in the steamy July air that is hotter than the sun, and it's the thoughts running through Eddie’s head. There’s nothing cool about those. 

See, Eddie’s covered in a layer of grime and his hair has gone frizzy and he’s sprawled across the couch in a way he knows makes him look less like a man and more like a deflated balloon.

But despite the heat, Steve looks like a vision.

He’s got on a tight little pair of cut-off shorts that do absolute wonders for his thighs. 

He’s ripped the sleeves off and cropped one of Eddie’s old band shirts, a white one at that, and Eddie’s eyes can trail all the way from his shoulder to his happy trail, view unobstructed. 

He’s got his hair pushed back with a pair of sunglasses that started on his eyes but were apparently hindering his vision too much. Whatever. Eddie’s not complaining. He looks sexy with his hair pushed back.

It started out innocent enough. With Eddie mentally making a note to tell him he looks cute the next time he’s close enough to the porch.

But that was before he took a break from scrubbing to douse himself under the hose. 

Because now Eddie’s old, white band shirt is stuck to his skin like glue. Like it was painted on just for him. Eddie loves Steve’s strong arms, he does. But he’s never going to pass up an opportunity to watch the way the muscles in his back ripple under his skin. The “Metallica” stretched across his shoulders is just icing on the cake.

When faced with the wrath of the sun, Eddie’s skin turns pink and tender. But Steve goes a beautiful warm golden and his freckles seem to multiply. 

Right now Eddie’s eyes are glued to Steve’s legs. The way his muscles go taut when he squats down to scrub at his hubcaps. If he squints hard enough against the harsh afternoon light, Eddie can almost make out the indentions of his own teeth on the underside of his thigh. The fading purple bruise he’d sucked into soft skin, sweaty for an entirely different reason. 

He thinks of the way he’s made those strong legs tremble and shake. The way he’s had them wrapped around his waist, his head. 

Steve shifts and sits on the grass, leans back on both of his hands and throws his head back with a sigh. Eddie’s gaze gets redirected to the shirt clinging to his chest, his soft, but still strong tummy. 

He wants to lick his collarbones and leave bruises on his neck. More bruises, that is. There’s already a few mottled across his skin because Eddie just can’t help himself. How could he? How could anybody help themselves with Steve in their lap whimpering their name like a prayer? Eddie gave up trying to hold back a long time ago. 

When his eyes come back into focus Steve is stretching to reach across his windshield, back muscles stretched long and strong. If Eddie closes his eyes he can imagine the feeling of the welts he’d left across his skin. Claw marks drug all the way down his back. Can almost imagine the feeling that elicited them. The groan he’d pulled out of his boy in turn. 

Eddie snaps his eyes open and is met with Steve’s lazy smile looking his way and he really can’t be blamed for the heat it sends dipping into his stomach and the strained huff he grits out. 

The way Steve throws his head back again, this time in a laugh at Eddie’s distress, doesn’t help his case. 

It gets the worst though, when Steve sets to detailing the hood. 

Now he’s got his back directly facing Eddie. He’s bent over at the waist, hips popped back and his spine dipped low and Eddie’s not a praying man, he’s not. 

But he’s about to send up one of gratitude because sometimes he can hardly believe Steve’s his. 

And Eddie’s not stupid. He knows Steve’s onto him. He knows because he’d laughed. Because he’s peeking over his shoulder every few seconds to see if Eddie’s eyes are still on him. He knows because he’s tugged his little shorts up enough that the crease of his ass and his thighs sits right below the frayed denim hem. 

There might’ve been a time where Eddie would’ve tried valiantly to redirect his train of thought. To stop himself from making a fool of himself. But now Steve’s his boyfriend. And Steve knows Eddie’s thinking about getting him naked more often than he’s not these days. He’s just as bad. 

So Eddie lets himself sink into it. Into the visions of the bounce of Steve’s cheeks when Eddie smacks him. Of the tiny freckle just shy of his hole and how he loves to sink his teeth around it. The tiny heart tattoo on the back of his right hip that Steve totally should not have let Eddie give him, but they both love nonetheless.  

He thinks about the way his normally strong voice, breaks and goes soft when Eddie fucks him. The way he squirms when he rides Eddie’s face. 

The goosebumps that break out across his skin on the comedown and his glassy eyes and soft smile. 

His eyes are wide open but he’s so lost in the memory of his boy’s ass pulled against his hips that he misses when Steve stops washing his car and climbs the steps of the porch. Doesn’t see him until he feels his weight drop down across his lap and hears Steve ask what he’s thinking about in a sultry whisper.

So Eddie really doesn’t feel all that bad about his thoughts burning hotter than the summer sun when he says, “Nothing, baby. Just you.”

[lotus-pear]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE!!

Imagine being 17 that’s so cringe /j

Anyway here’s ur present from me

OH MY GOD HELP HOLD ON FUCKING GOD I WHAT OMG I CANT WHAT SUMIIIIIII⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

THIS FIXED MY MARRIAGE CURED MY DEPRESSION GAVE ME STRAIGHT A’S WATERED MY CROPS BECAME MY THERAPIST TOOK ME BY THE HAND SHOWED ME THE LIGHT INVENTED HAPPINESS BECAME THE TEXTBOOK DEFINITION OF GORGEOUS ASCENDED TO THE HEAVENS INVENTED NEW COLORS BECAME MY WILL TO LIVE MY SOLE GUIDE IN LIFE

BRO IS SO BEAUTIFUL, HANDSOME, PRETTY, ELEGANT, BREATHTAKING, GORGEOUS, ATTRACTIVE, CHARMING, HEAVENLY, STUNNING, EXQUISITE, CUTIEFUL, MAGNIFICENT, DIVINE, ALLURING, PLEASING, LOVELY, DELIGHTFUL, APPEALING, ENGAGING, WINSOME, RAVISHING, GORGEOUS, GLAMOROUS, IRRESISTIBLE, BEWITCHING, BEGUILING, GRACEFUL, AESTHETIC, HOT, SEDUCTIVE, FOXY, DIVINE, BEDDABLE, DAZZLING, FINE, GOOD LOOKING, GRACEFUL, GRAND, SPLENDID, SUPERB, WONDERFUL, SUBLIME, STATUESQUE, RAVISHING, RADIANT, IDEAL, ENTICING, CLASSY, ADMIRABLE, FANCY, ANGELIC, BEAUTEOUS, LUSCIOUS, FETCHING, ADORING, ADORABLE, SKRUNKLY, EMBELLISHING, FLAWLESS, PERFECT, PERSONABLE, DESIRABLE, SEDUCTIVE, SNAZZY, STRIKING, SHOW STOPPING, GLOSSY, EYE CATCHING, PRIME, TOP NOTCH, SENSATIONAL, PREMIUM, TEMPTING, MAGNETIC, CAPTIVATING, PREPOSSESSING, BRIGHT, LUMINOUS, CURVACEOUS, DOLL LIKE, TANTALIZING, FLAMBOYANT, GLORIOUS, SPECTACULAR, FANTASTIC, DANDY, JAW DROPPING, RAPTUROUS, BLISSFUL, SUMPTUOUS, LUXURIOUS, PALATIAL, SWANKY-

[sparklingchim]

happy birthday! here is your present:

WHAT THE HELL !!!!!!!!!!!! where's this from why's he doing this why does his tummy look so smoochable !!!!!!!!!! wanna give it a little squeeze too !!!!!!!!

[sweetlyticklish]

hi bestest you should answer 13 23 && 28 :D

hie bestie!! 🥺💗 i answer for you!!

13. How would you describe your perfect day?

More recently I think a perfect day to me would be no alarm, being able to be just well rested for once lol, wake up to the sun, maybe taking extra time to really care for myself, and i don’t normally have breakfast, but i find when i have my favorite breakfast it just makes my day feel so much better? i really like the thought of cuddling up to my favorite show at the time and do a little binge watching 🤭 or even just being surrounded by the people i love, like my friends, just having a good time and giggling together!!

14. What is the most intense tickling you’ve ever experienced?

Honestly, every time “IT” happens to me, I always am like THIS IS THE WORST JSJSISHD, but I feel like truly any of the times I’ve gotten to play with @hiddengiggles and @helixtickl because they really are such a good duo, they forget nothing, they miss nothing, and if you are ever like in that position with them… they’re gonna keep you there a WHILE 😂 I think also the intense part for me is I don’t know how genuinely it would be like to be tworded by more than 2 people, because already it’s crazy. I literally there are times where I’m like “PLS IM CRYING” LIKE ACTUALLY CRYING. And it’s so intense, but in the best way, they take really good care : ) but they’re not ever at the same spot. There’s two of them so they typically switch between my top worst and that in itself is so intense bc I’m so KSNDKDJTWORDISH

28. Is there anything tickling related that you've always wanted to try?

Hm, honestly as scared as I am and I mean s c a r e d. I’d want to try something extremely immobile? Or like definitely would love to try stocks. Simply because I move around ALOT, like there are times where I just get so weak from laughter I can’t, but often times I’m STRUGGLING. I think as much as I would die, I’d be down to try more of a gang type setting too? I’ve always been down to try different methods or bondage/positions. This is even like as a switch too!!

[temeyes]

Every once in a while I check your account and I found out I was never following you

😔💔

nah that's okay bestie, besides,, following me comes with a high price,,

i'm not kidding,, he's stressed,,

[stealingpotatoes]

Just realized. Sabine is technically a countess.

everyone's super happy for her going on her journey of self discovery and accepting her place as the last of clan wren until she forces everyone to change their contact name for her to "Her Ladyship the Countess Wren of Krownest"

[fellhellion]

SHAKING YOUR HAND BACK ON YOSUKE TAKES AS USUAL!!! your tags are soooo real. where’s the persona game where the wish fulfillment is being an ally, lol

now i’m curious, how do you view souji/yu’s, complicity in? tolerance of? yosuke’s behaviour? cause to me it’s like, largely a symptom of Persona Protagonism, but i think it also kinda has to say something about the character himself, doesn’t it? what are your thoughts on it?

thank youuuuuuuu ❤️❤️❤️

Oh and absolutely agree w you that its largely a symptom of Persona Protagonism, but considering that leaves us with kind of boring conclusions imo characterisation wise, I find it fun to try fit the pieces together.

souji’s persona awakening manages to convey so little a hook to his character it’s impressive but I do find the idea that he’s self aware to the point of not manifesting a shadow self really interesting. Esp taken in conjunction with the way a lot of his early game characterisation is kinda. stay in my own lane assholeish?

he takes note of Yosuke flailing about in pain twice and his conclusion is pretty much. That looks like it hurt, oh well doesnt concern me. And the player has no control over that.

those first nights, he doesn’t obey Dojima’s instruction to remain at the house at night out of familial affection, but rather obeys when Dojima is present out of a sense of like. feeling and submitting to the presence of parental/adult authority. Dojima doesn’t even need to say anything, the text moreso notes the presence of his authority as an adult and that alone mandates submission. But when Dojima is gone, there’s no inkling of needing to adhere to that authority if not physically present.

there’s a lot of elements that are really interesting there and I think gain another dimension when considering what the lens of queerness does to how we examine that kind of behaviour.

it creates an image of the kind of person has like. absolutely no illusions to the nature of their actions, who is plausibly able to defend queerness within the relatively private sphere of social links (kanji and naoto, even if with the latter, expressing acceptance of naoto’s queerness locks you out of the romance route. Which is. wow.), but absolutely recuses himself from anything but a position of ‘neutrality’ and silence when in the public sphere and in amongst public opinion (of which yosuke is a pretty big indicator and adherent lmao. god u gotta love a guy terrified of being alien to the hegemony).

It speaks to some really interesting conclusions you can draw from. All of that. Tbh.