#there is something very charming and comforting in how humanity does not change

[knowlesian]

one of my favorite parts of rereading the republic is how fucking petty plato can be

sure, sure, there’s a lot else going on about what makes a good leader/governance/society but so much of it is plato going so anyway, fuck that cephalus dude in PARTICULAR (and ps this isn’t just my opinion so don’t come at me, this is SOCRATES talking hey guys, did i mention he was my mentor? anyway “socrates” says cephalus is a virgin who can’t even drive and we should all throw rocks at him)

[poltoreveur]

Seduction by the Shores

Pairing: Luke Castellan x GN!Reader (implied pussy lol)

Warning: NSFW, set before tlt, smut, PWP, piv, semi-public sex, doing it on the wet ground, dom!Luke to slightly sub!Luke and back to soft dom!Luke, choking, going in raw and creampie (wrap it before you tap it!), slight aftercare.

Word count: 5.3k+ (I got carried away).

A/N: In the wise of SZA, “now I’m ovulating and I need rough sex.” So I'm back again with another fic. Weirdly enough, I reappeared last year just to write a smut fic and leave (oops). I usually have a summary for this, but this is just pure smut.

Edit A/N: Partial credits to supercutsszn (details on why in comments)

!Not readproof! I’m too lazy to reread my own writing.

Everyone loves Luke Castellan.

He’s the golden boy of Camp Half-Blood. Handsome, generous, and kind. Helps out the new kids. He’s the best swordsman in camp by a mile. You’d even love Luke if you didn’t know better. Maybe you did anyway.

But you've always known there's more to him than his charming exterior. You've seen his eyes change like they're hiding something. That shift happens mostly when his father is mentioned, and he tense up. You've tried to avoid him, but he always seems to find you. One night, he caught you by the lake, his eyes kind but troubled. "I'm guessing you're not having a great night."

For all his charm and charisma, Luke Castellan is more than just the beloved golden boy of Camp Half-Blood; he's a human being with a complex inner world, one that's filled with secrets and conflicts. Despite his best efforts to hide it, at times, his inner struggles emerge, leaving you to wonder just how much more there might be to Luke than meets the eye.

You glanced over at him watching him approach you but kept your quiet. Luke sits down next to you, close, but not touching.

Luke looks at you, waiting for a comment or an explanation. The lake is beautiful, shining in the moonlight. It's actually quite a lovely scene, he's not sure why you'd be miserable here. He has this habit of looking at you without actually looking at you, somehow making it feel more personal.

"I could help with that, you know? Make your night a little more fun."

"Don't start with me, Castellan." You simply commented, rolling your eyes as your gaze stayed staring at the lake.

You can't tell if he smiles or not, but he laughs before speaking. It's actually just adorable when his lips curl up. Luke leans closer, not much. Just enough to make you a little anxious.

"How was I starting anything? I was trying to brighten your mood. I bet I could help."

Something comes into his eyes, a darkness.

His voice is still the smiling flirty guy that everyone loves, but his tone changes a little.

"Besides... you look so miserable. I've always been really good at fixing people's moods. It's one of my best qualities."

He leans a little closer than before. Close enough that you can smell the honey, citrus scent coming from his cologne. You're not sure if he does that intentionally, but he's quite close now.

"Come on now, you know you can tell me. Maybe I could put a smile on that pretty little face."

"You could, but I might have to kill you after." That made him smirk. The way he's looking at you... Oh Gods.

"You can try, you know I'd get you right before you got me, though. I'm too quick." He grinned. He was flirting, he always flirted, but there was something else in his eyes. Something darker.

"Come on, what could be so serious?"

“Not gonna talk it out of me, Castellan." You closed your eyes before lying down on the ground. The ground was damp but it wasn’t too much of an inconvenience, finding comfort just lying there.

He smiles and lies down right next to you.

Too close now, too close. You're practically on top of each other but he doesn't pull away.

The grass is very green, the lake is a beautiful dark blue. It's actually quite peaceful here. The air is still but not too cold.

"You're too stubborn sometimes. Why won't you tell me?" His hand brushes her hair absentmindedly. "You can talk to me, even if you don't want to."

"I feel like if someone doesn't want to, they won't talk." You pointed out the obvious, slowly glancing up at him again.

Luke smiles, his hand resting on your head now. He's actually being surprisingly gentle.

His eyes are so hypnotic in this light. His voice grows softer, a hint of that darkness in it still. “I like to make people change their minds. You would talk if I got you into the right mood."

"Not gonna happen."

"Really now?" He leans in just close enough to almost kiss you. He's still smiling, his voice a little bit softer, a little bit more husky.

"You're stubborn." He said, lightly tapping your nose. "I'm stubborn. We can stay like this all night if you want. But I'll stay here to remind you that I care."

Luke pulls back again, smiling at you. He gets a little bit closer though, until his face is mere inches away from yours. He tilts his head at just the right angle to catch the moonlight coming off his blue eyes.

"Think about that." Luke looked into her eyes for a long moment. Then he leaned forward, placing his hand on your head and kissed your forehead.

"Just a reminder."

Luke pulls away and sits up. His hands are resting on his legs now, and he's looking up at the moon.

"What do you think about the sky, you know? The stars. It's quite beautiful. Makes you think about things. Life's so short. Maybe you should do the things you want to do, while you can." Luke chuckles, sitting back down and looking up at the sky. He looks at you for a second, then looks away.

The air is thick with tension. Luke looks at you over his shoulder, with kind of a half smile on his face. His eyes are still that darker colour, but they're softer now. You're not sure why it's so tempting to lay your head on his shoulder.

"The sky is beautiful. You know, most demigods think of it as a symbol of the gods, right? But I've always thought of it as... freedom. I mean, who cares what the gods think?" He said, looking back at you.

"The sky makes me feel free. I'll look at it sometimes when I'm feeling trapped, you know." He glances back at you, expecting an input.

"You think the gods are looking down at us from the sky?"

He laughs a bit, turning back to the sky and looking at it.

"I don't know, maybe? But even so, why should we care if they are or not? I don't get what all the fuss is about the gods, why do so many people at camp obsess over their opinions so much? They're just like any other person, except they have a little more power. They don't really care about us, if they did, then we wouldn't be the ones doing all the important stuff."

“I mean, they say that Jesus is always looking down on us, do you think they meant the sky?”

He laughs again, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

"You're really not going to let me distract you from whatever's bothering you, are you? Even when I'm trying really hard." There's another hint of that darkness in his eyes.

"I don't want to think about it, I just wanna lay down and have a relaxing moment to myself, but I'd rather it not be on this damp ground." He knows how stubborn you are. Instead, he smiled and scooted closer.

He's so close to you now, his body is close to yours and he can feel your breath. He just stares up at the sky.

"Where else?" He looks into your eyes. He's enjoying this. You’re falling for this. He smiles. "The lake sounds pretty lovely to me."

"It's wet here."

The darkness in his eyes is getting stronger. His voice is growing husky again, the way you like it.

He can’t help it, Luke leans closer again. He wants the intimacy between you. There is a subtle change in his eyes. He stares at you, and now his hand is brushing your leg.

His voice is low and rough and seductive. “The lake is fine. I prefer it, even. It’s the perfect place for us.”

A hint of a smirk rises from his lip. He knows how much he affects you. You both know exactly what he’s trying to do, and you both want to do it, but he will not let you think you have any control over this situation, he’s always in control.

He leans towards you again, his hand moving further up your leg.

"Castellan." His name came out of your lips like a warning but you said it softly enough for him.

The smirk slowly rises on his lip, and he whispers.

"What, love?" His hand keeps creeping up your leg, his voice sounding almost like a growl. It's such a change from the charming guy you know, and it's so tempting, yet so unsettling. He stares at you, waiting for a response, waiting to see what you'll do.

You can almost feel the dark energy coming off him. His presence is just so dominating right now, he wants this. He is getting closer and closer until he's practically lying on top of you. He's not looking at you anymore, he's just looking down at his hand which is resting just below your thigh. It is not moving up, but you can feel the tension.

He leans up, his eyes searching yours. You can tell that he wants something more than just a little flirting. He wants to see how far he can take this. Luke's hands are going up even higher, brushing her thighs now. He's so close now, you can feel his breath brushing your neck.

The tension builds more and more. He is so close to just taking you right here. You can feel him starting to move his hands to the sides of your back, to the small of your back. He wants this, and he can't help but try. The darkness in his eyes is getting more potent, as his breathing gets heavier and heavier.

He leans in closer, his mouth less than a few inches away from your neck. You can feel his breath. He's waiting. That anticipation, that temptation, is just so intoxicating and it's making him crazy.

The darkness of his eyes fades away as he finally makes a move. His lips come closer, so close, until they just touch, making a soft clicking sound. His eyes close, and his lips finally meet yours, his lips opening slightly to let the kiss linger longer until he pulls back and leans towards your ear.

It was such a soft kiss, nothing more than his lips barely grazing yours. But the heat between them builds when his eyes reopen. He pulls away just barely speaking.

"Castellan."

Your voice is so low, so quiet, and yet so alluring. Luke’s breathing starts to speed up, and his grin gets wider.

He looks down at her with the darkest eyes you’ve ever seen. His voice is low. "Luke." He corrected.

You only called him by his first name, whenever you’re gonna or when you’re doing it. He was certain you’ve been deliberately conditioning him with it.

Luke's movements slow, his body unweights your body.

His eyes are dark. A little bit too dark. He seems less sure of himself now. Still, Luke's hand is sliding up your thigh. Closer to what he wants.

He's so close to you now. He's moving his hand up and down your leg. Slowly. Almost teasingly. His voice is barely a whisper.

He quickly took the initiative by kissing you aggressively. But somehow your hands making their way to the back of his neck and into his hair.

His tongue flicks into your mouth as his hands grip your thighs, he squeezes tighter. Luke’s breath comes out in short little moans.

Luke is on a whole different level now. He's enjoying this more and more. His eyes are closed as he kisses you deeper. His hands move further up your thighs. This is going exactly how he wanted it to. He's got you completely trapped and submissive at this point and he knows it. He opens one eye and looks at you.

"Do you want me?" He asks, his voice dark and smooth. He's holding himself just on the edge. Right where he wants to be. He stares into her deep sapphire eyes, waiting for an answer. It's a dark question, but he wants to hear it from you.

You simply smirk at his question. You knew that he wanted you to say it, your admission is everything to him. But you weren’t going to give him that satisfaction as you pulled him closer and just started kissing him again, slowly, biting down on his lower lip.

He groans and then laughs quietly. You weren’t giving him the words he wanted to hear. That was fine. He was going to make you say it.

He kisses you back, harder, faster. His hands are moving under your shirt, tracing the curves of your back and waist.

Luke leans back, his forehead leaning on you. Your breaths are coming faster and faster. Your lips touch when you kiss. He is in complete control over you right now, and he likes that. "You want me? Say it."

"I'm not giving you that power." Your hands travelled down his shirt and slowly went underneath it, feeling the tone of his abs.

His body is still now, but you can feel his muscles tensing as you move your hands.

It's like you're pressing switches that turn a machine on. A low groan escapes his mouth, as his breath quickens again. His eyes close tight as he tries to resist the urge.

His breath hitches in his throat, but you probably doesn't notice that for a moment. His eyes snap open when he can't fight it and he stares at you, waiting for you to admit it.

He's the only person at camp who actually has this level of control. He pushes you back down, his hands going down to your waist now. His breath is almost like a growl at this point. It's pure pleasure to hear that he still has complete control over uou. His voice is soft in your ear now. "Please."

You chuckled and moved down to his neck to kiss it.

Luke tenses again. His neck is his weakness.

He always liked to be in control, and his neck feels like it gives him away. He likes that you found this. "Please." His voice is low but pleading. They both know that he is very much begging you to say it now as his neck is being kissed aggressively.

Luke gasps as you continue trailing kisses down his neck. He tenses again. His breath is heavy in his throat.

The sound alone is like music to your ears. His hands are still at your waist, squeezing a little harder. He likes the feeling of you pulling at his shirt, but he tries to still keep himself on. "Please." His voice had the sound of urgency, almost begging now as his eyes dart to yours.

"I like it when you beg."

That wasn’t exactly what he wanted you to say but his body responds to your voice. His breath catches in his throat again and he arches back against your body. His eyes roll back and another low groan escapes his lips. One of his hands moves up to your neck as he pins you down against him, and starts dragging his hand down your back.

"You'll have to earn that," you purred, licking a trail along his neck that made his gut twist taut.

Luke's body moves away from you. His breath comes out in short but heavy breaths, he arches his back and lets out a deep grunt of pleasure. "I can earn it." He pushes you back down now.

He is taking control again. He kisses your neck passionately, his lips against your neck, his breath almost like a growling moan against your skin. He is moving slowly around your neck now as if he's exploring.

He positioned himself between your thighs. One hand supported your back, while the other fumbled to unclasp his belt.

It was difficult to recall how he'd ever got aroused before you came along. The way you both demanded and begged all at once sent his brain spinning.

Luke's hand is fumbling with his belt, it's not coming undone though. Like him, he's lost control. He's lost control over you, over himself, he never loses control. Maybe that is why he's enjoying this so much. Your presence and your kisses have turned him completely into someone else, someone whose only thoughts are pleasure. He leans forward again, kissing your neck passionately yet again. His breath is coming fast but heavy now. He's completely and utterly obsessed with the feeling.

You smirk before your hand slowly starts to help him undo his belt as well as unbutton his pants.

His head arches back slightly and he lets out a low groan again. "Yes..." He whispers softly. His breath is heavy in his throat. He takes a look down and is startled to see she is helping him undo his belt. Now he is almost completely submissive to you. You’re the one in charge now, completely at your whim. All he wants is you.

"Say please," you whispered, nipping his lower lip as he pulled your pants hastily down to your ankles, impatient as he is, he moved your soaked underwear to the side. “I like it when you ask nicely."

Luke is almost embarrassed. He has never been this submissive before. He always thought he’d be in complete control at all times. But you had to take control away from him and he doesn’t even mind. “Please…” His voice is soft, begging for you now. He looks down at you now, wanting you to reply. He wants to give up all control to you. All he wants now is your eternal pleasure.

You simpered before kissing him, your tongue eagerly seeking his.

You swallowed his moan as he hurried to himself free from the restraints of his boxers. He couldn’t wait anymore, he pushed himself into you. Tight, hot, and quivering as he gave you everything he had. He loosely wrapped his fingers around your throat, and you whined against his mouth, my head tilting back as my eyes fluttered shut. He tightened his grip, your own hands scrambling at his waist to encourage him deeper.

This is more pleasure than he has ever felt. The feeling of being completely submissive is a thrill that he had never felt before. He loves being at the complete mercy of someone else. Luke pulls you closer to him, arching his back again and letting out low grunts into your mouth. He holds your neck and he pulls back, looking down at you. His breath is heavy in your ear, his eyes closed tight. “You have… complete control.”

He was completely lost now. All he could hear was her begging now. All of his focus was on you now, he was consumed by you. Your hands around his waist, his mouth kissing yours passionately, your bodies moving in perfect sync with each other. His breathing grew heavier as the pace grew faster. His hand tightened on your throat, as if by instinct, but still gentle.

Luke’s breathing was heavy, his body tense and quivering. His breath was all he could hear now. Every time he moved forward, you moved her body and his would follow, and vice versa. You both lost yourselves more and more in a world where nothing mattered but you and the feeling you could give him. His breath caught in his throat, it came out in moans of pleasure. His hand was tight around your neck, but you could feel the soft grip of it.

You close your eyes in the pleasure of everything.

Everything around you felt a little fuzzy even your vision as you threw your head back while still trying to keep your hands on his waist, but you didn’t think you could hold on much longer as you gripped on his way, slowly started to falter.

The pace was getting faster now. His breath was coming faster and heavier now. “Hey, stay with me…” He whispered. It was so close. He was so close.

His body shakes uncontrollably. Every nerve in his body was tingling with pleasure. His grip on your neck tightened slightly as you moved faster and faster. His breath was coming out in short little exhales. His eyes are closed tight, his whole body quivering. All he can hear is your breath and soft moans, which are getting louder now.

He is so close, but he doesn’t want to finish right now. He wants to drag it out for you. He wants you to experience more of this. His grip tightens again, but still gently. His breathing is coming out in short little gasps now. Every fibre of Luke’s being was consumed with you and this pleasure.

You keep going, your bodies moving together, the pace has reached its peak now. His breath is short and loud now, his grip is tighter on you but not harsh.

He pulled you closer by your waist with one arm, maintaining his grip on your neck with the other, aligning me to accommodate all of him. With each thrust, I bit down on the flesh of his shoulder as his whole body tensed and his breath caught in his throat. His body shudders, and his entire body shakes with the pleasure. His hand is now tight around your neck, as he hits the peak of pleasure now. His breathing comes out in the slightest groan of satisfaction as your bodies combine together in one last movement.

Luke is shaking by this point. His breathing is deep now and his whole body is a quivering mess. Your touch is the most intense feeling he’s ever had. The pace was steady now and the feeling had only gotten more intense. The feeling of your hands around his waist, as you move with him. Your eyes looking into him. His body is twitching and tense, his breath is sharp and loud now. He can almost feel what you’re feeling as you move together.

“Luke, I’m—“

“Don’t stop.” He whispered in your ear. He was so close. His whole body was tense and she could feel the vibrations of his breath. Your touch was all he was thinking about now. He was in complete control for the first time in a long time. He was in complete control of your pleasure. Your breathing became louder, and he knew you were close to your climax too. You could feel the vibrations of his breath as you got closer and closer.

Luke’s body is shaking uncontrollably now. The grip around your neck is the tightest it’s been all night, but still gentle. His breath is coming out in loud sharp gasps now, his body twitching like crazy. Your body is twitching with his, the both of you moving at your own pace.

His grip is tightening even more as he feels the buildup of energy in her body. His breathing is like a growl now. He has completely lost control again, you were the one in control. You were the one making the pace. Now he just wants to hear you finally call out to him, call out to him that you’re almost there. Your body is the only one he feels now. You, your breathing, your motions. You are all he feels. He wants you to let go of it all, he wants you to call to him. He could feel you getting closer and closer.

“I swear to the Gods, Luke. I’m gonna—“ You finally mumbled his name again, but it came out breathless as you tried to hold onto him. You were practically clinging onto him for dear life. He could feel you clenching inside around him. Which almost made him lose control, he would’ve given up at that very moment if it wasn’t for your voice grounding him.

Your voice is like music to his ears. It’s all he wanted to hear. He was holding on to you tightly as the both of you were so close to the end. You calling out to him sends waves through his body, but he is losing even more control of himself. Your calling out to him only sends him further into the pleasure. His grip around your neck tightens even more, as he pulls you closer, his forehead coming to rest on yours.

Both of you are extremely close and are moving together at the same pace. He can feel your breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. You both move together like there is only one body moving. You both have reached your peak now and are moving like machines now. The pace is too much, you calling out to him is too much.

Your breathing is his breath. Your heartbeat is his heartbeat. The pace has built to its peak and it’s pushing you both to the end. Luke is so close to the end now, he is feeling what you’re feeling. You both finally are at the absolute peak of pleasure. You both reach their finale simultaneously. Your bodies shake uncontrollably and his grip is the tightest it has been all night as he lets everything out at once.

He came inside of you, his groaning was the only warning as you felt him shoot up his release.

He nuzzled right up against you, wrapping his arm around your waist. He was still slowly thrusting inside, just warm white liquid started spilling out of you.

Both of their breathing settles down and their bodies relax. Luke is out of his trance now, his breathing is coming out heavy but no longer is it an animalistic growl. He’s calm now, but satisfied. The whole night had been a thrill for him. It was exactly what he wanted: someone to take complete control of him, which he didn’t even know he wanted. His grip around your neck loosens and he pulls away from you.

Luke finally finds himself again. He is looking right into her eyes and his voice is low but soft. He is looking right into her eyes and he gives a small grin. “It’s okay, I got you.” He mumbles, nuzzling his head right into her neck. “Don’t worry.”

He kisses your neck softly again, but his breathing is normal now. He isn’t losing control anymore. He was now just content with your presence. He snuggles closer to you, his voice is soft and the glow of his eyes is different than before. He is relaxed, calm, and content.

“Are you alright?” Luke thought he might’ve been too hard with the choking earlier, but based on your expression, he didn’t really have anything much to worry about.

Luke was content. His body movements were slow and smooth now. He had complete control of himself now. The pace of his thrusts had slowed down but he was still inside of you. His breath was still heavy, but not because it was intense pleasure anymore. It’s just because it was comfortable. The glow in his eyes was not the same as before, his eyes were full of content and pleasure. Instead of intense pleasure, it was more like satisfaction now. His hand was still tight around your waist, and he brought his other hand up to your hand, squeezing it softly.

Luke’s breaths were coming out in slow grunts and he was keeping a pace with no intensity to it whatsoever. It felt more like he was moving in slow motion. The two of you were finally just moving together now as if you were one single person. Neither of you were looking at anything else. Nothing else mattered in this moment but this pleasure you finally felt with each other.

“I’m okay.”

It was as if his body was just flowing smoothly with you. His hand is still tight at your waist and your hand is still holding him tightly. The feeling was a complete mix of pure bliss and complete pleasure. The two of you were enjoying each other’s touch so much that nothing else mattered at all. You were just locked together, moving in an endless rhythm now.

You were still letting out heavy breaths in mere seconds, one after the other. “This is disgusting.” You motioned to the wet damp ground that you both were lying on.

He laughs at you. You both were pretty disgusting. But it’s also somewhat funny that he didn’t care, your whole bodies are soaked and sticky. Luke’s laughs are soft and low now. He lifts up one of his hands to wipe the sweat off of his brow. He looks over at the ground and laughs again as he looks back at you. He lowered himself as he planted a kiss on your forehead, his hands slowly grazing upon your cheek.

“Look at us.” He laughs silently, keeping his voice low. He chuckles a little bit, the two of you are such a mess right now.

Luke laughs a little bit more, it’s funny to him how much of a mess they both are. The ground is totally soaked and sticky as is your body and his. You both are completely covered in your own bodily fluids. It’s quite the scene to take in all at once.

Luke’s laughter dies down slightly, though it’s still somewhat there as he just chuckles at the whole situation. He looks over at you and smiles a small and soft smile at you. He shakes his head slightly, just still finding it funny. The whole scene is just utterly ridiculous and disgusting.

“You think they’ll notice us missing and coming back all sweaty and disgusting?”

He laughs again slightly and his body shakes in amusement. The thought of them both coming back to camp in this state is a funny thought to him. The two of you are covered in your own sweat and fluids, it’s not exactly a pretty sight of the two of you. So much so, that people will notice at first glance.

“Let’s wash up a little by the lake.”

He nods his head. He doesn’t even really feel that sore right now. You really were covered in so much sweat and fluids. The thought of even being around other people makes him feel awkward. Your suggestion is good though, a good old rinse-off is just what you both need right now. He pulls you off of him and sat up.

“Pull up your pants, Castellan,” I commented, looking down at him as I sat up straight, brushing off the debris on my clothes.

He is still lying at your feet. He shakes his head and he nods you off of him. He stands up slowly and he laughs at your comment. His pants actually fell down further and they are hanging around his ankles. He pulls them up and zips them up.

You were being direct, and it cracked him up a little. He is completely covered in yours and now his own juices.

“I feel sticky.”

“You think you feel sticky?” He laughs again and shakes his head. He grabs your hand and he pulls you up off of the floor and holds you close to him. He takes a quick glance around at the surroundings before looking right back at you.

“Let’s find a place where we can wash off.” He says with a smirk on his face. His body is a hot mess and he can feel every bit of it. He didn’t even believe they could get this dirty, but they did. So you need to get cleaned up now, especially before any of the other campers notice the two of you. That would be absolutely horrific.

“Nobody can find out.”

He chuckles again and he nods his head. You were absolutely right about that. Nobody can find out about this, it would be so embarrassing. You both would go down in history as a complete disgrace if anyone found out.

“God, we’re so nasty.” He muttered, leading the way towards the lake.

[hwnglx]

dating enhypen maknae line pro's & con's

based on tarot. i don't know these idols personally. energies are always changing. everything i state is for entertainment purposes only, alleged and NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

sunoo

pro's

immensely lively -> he's a boyfriend who can bring a lot of excitement, fun and laughter into his partner's lives

there's this mischievous energy to him, where i can see sunoo really enjoying to poke and provoke his lovers, often in a way where you can't really be mad at him

like this boy is so incredibly charming and has this coy side to him, he really knows how to wrap people around his finger and can often enjoy jokingly messing with his partners in that way as well

i keep seeing this image of two people just throwing things at each other back and forth -> the dynamic is likely to be very playful (i heard 티격태격 which refers to unserious “tit-for-tat” type of bickering)

he really likes there to be a natural and comfortable vibe between the two of you, and especially enjoys it when your conversation flows in this effortless manner

can be very receptive and sensitive when it comes to intuitively sensing the emotions of the person he's with

has a side to him that's much more softhearted, compassionate and nurturing than one would expect

can be very empathetic and gentle, especially if his significant other is hurting or going through something

knows how to serve his lovers according to their individual needs and likes making them feel cared for, i can especially see him expressing it through small but meaningful acts of service (does sunoo like to cook? i keep seeing him cook in my mind's eye, he might especially like taking care of people when they're sick)

can have this healing and soothing effect on the people he's close to -> spirit keeps showing me this image of wounds being bandaged and covered up

not the type of boyfriend who'll make you feel suffocated, controlled or stifled -> approaches romance in a more lighthearted and free-spirited manner

i also see a spontaneous side to him, where he's likely to be down to do some random and fun things on a whim

note; i keep seeing so many different dream-like images and scenes in my head, sunoo definitely seems to have a vast imagination and a lot of different fantasies about romantic scenarious in his head. it wouldn't surprise me if he's the member who enjoys sappy k-drama's.

con's

not the most trustworthy and reliable

can blow hot and cold, and be very moody and unpredictable in a way where it's difficult to understand him, find a middle ground or match yourself to him

i keep getting the feeling sunoo has no clue what he genuinely wants himself which can result in him giving his partners confusing and mixed signals

prone to putting on a more prideful front than what's actually reflective of his genuine emotions -> it'll be quite rare for you to catch him openly showcase his negative emotions, such as his insecurities but also his regrets, his sadness, his disappointments, etc.

i'm feeling this sense of embarrassment about it, he can feel immensely uncomfortable about anyone seeing him in that (in his eyes) “weak” and vulnerable state

doesn't enjoy the burden and responsibility that can come with a serious and committed relationship, which is why he's more likely to keep things light and easy

seems to have been through a decent amount of disappointment in regards to human relationships, which is why he can have the tendency to expect the worst before it even happens as a form of self-protection

and often mostly finds himself closing chapters before they could even go anywhere deeper

like “if i don't open myself up to this person and remain emotionally distant, they won't even have the chance to come close enough to hurt me”

also, if sunoo feels like the relationship comes with a lot of sacrifice or tiring work, i don't see him wanting to willingly invest his energy and time into someone else

he seems more like the type to enjoy the lovey-dovey honeymoon stage but not want to deal with anything that goes beyond the pleasant aspects of a relationship

there's this feeling of.. believing he's destined to be on his own? he feels like he can genuinely struggle matching himself to others and believes it's just easier for him to remain focused on himself most of the time

can also get incredibly dramatic and over the top, especially if he loses himself in a heated debate. he can get quite blunt and harsh with his choice of words

can be quite two-faced in a sense where he can go from immensely sweet and caring to surprisingly cut-throat

can therefore give a disingenuous and fake impression

jungwon

pro's

fun, excited and adventurous boyfriend who's open to exploring and experiencing different things with his lover

i can see him being the type of lover who makes even the trivial and most mundane things feel very special and memorable to the two of you

doesn't seem like the type to hold on to grudges for long or endlessly dwell on negativity -> forward-thinking and optimistic energy in him, which can be quite contagious

tends to be very supportive and have this encouraging and empowering effect on his lovers

let's say you find yourself stuck in your head, anxious, stressed or overthinking to the point of agony, jungwon is someone who's good at helping you get out of that negative mindset and providing you with more positivity

the type of boyfriend who boosts your confidence and makes you feel special

he's also very quick-witted and in possession of a sharp mind -> someone smart with good communication skills you can hold very intriguing conversations with

likely to be incredibly honest and blunt, he'll straight up tell you things the way they are

therefore it's unlikely for you to catch him lying or sugarcoating -> usually what you see and hear with jungwoon is what you get, he isn't afraid to be direct

not the needy or overly whiny type of boyfriend who gets extremely attached to his lovers

accepting and even encouraging of his partner's individuality and freedom as well -> not the type to latch and tightly hold onto his lovers and suffocate them

plays the role of the provider in the relationship -> displays a stable and dependable existence for his partner

i see him liking to show off his means and his abundance, so he could definitely enjoy gifting his lovers expensive things in order to impress them

con's

i immediately heard “master of my own world”

jungwon is very much a person who primarily has his own objectives, goals and desires on the forefront of his mind

therefore it's not unlikely for him to only be with a person as long as he himself feels like it, or as long as he feels like it serves him well -> i don't see him actually caring too much about how the other party feels

very very, almost overly independent -> not the type to cry after his lovers, he can see himself as too good for that (i heard “아까워” which means “it's a waste”)

there is a lack of accountability over his actions here

in jungwon's head, the way you feel about something is moreso the result of your own doing

meaning, let's say you're upset about him breaking things off with you, it's not unlikely for jungwon to play the “well you shouldn't have gotten that attached to me in the first place then” card (gaslighting tendency..)

also immensely stubborn guy, good luck trying to have this man budge or give in

he reads as the type of person who's always right in his head, very know-it-all and bossy type of energy

(this is a very virgo thing, especially moons) i can't shake this feeling he just looks at people as dumb very easily lol like “nah you don't even know what you're talking about”

i heard “according to my rulebook” he isn't necessarily controlling in an extreme manner, but moreso has a very clear and firm opinion on how things should be and doesn't easily move away from that narrative

let's say he gives you advice on something, he won't really like you not following his word or being doubtful of what he's saying (omg the taurus mars is coming through. i've met several of them and they can be sooo persistent and hate people disagreeing with them)

obsessed with stability

therefore, if jungwon feels like the boat is rocky and the relationship is becoming strenuous, it's likely he won't wanna deal with it or put effort in to work things through

especially if the connection displays a disruption and nuisance to his own individual life, he will not like or want to tolerate that

ni-ki

pro's

can get quite enthusiastic about starting a new relationship, so especially the beginning stages have the potential to be fun with him (i really don't think he's had much experience yet, so many things can still feel new and exciting to him)

pretty open-minded and down for cheerful experiences together with his partner -> i can see him liking the thought of trying something out that's very new and therefore thrilling to the both of you (e.g. trips to a unique place you've never been to before)

i also thought of amusement parks, especially sky-high rides that are scary, he's likely to enjoy dates like that (the inner kid in him coming out lmaoo, cute)

there's this non-judgemental energy to him -> doesn't seem like the type of person who looks at others with some sort of prejudice in place, he's likely to accept the person he loves with their little quirks and eccentric traits

very perceptive and observant lover, especially in the beginning stages, he gets a good understanding of the person he's with by studying and observing them

has this very easygoing and laidback type of uncomplicated energy -> isn't someone who'll be obsessed, intense and crazy in love from the get-go (if ever) and will make the relationship feel comfortable by allowing you to embrace yourself in the connection

isn't gonna be extremely attached to you either

dating him can moreso feel like you're dating your best friend who's just pleasant to be around

this boy is very intelligent and intuitive as well

definitely has some wisdom beyond his young age, so he can be surprisingly good at offering advice to you

is ready to lend an open ear to you when you're stressed out and need a place to let out your worries

i see ni-ki genuinely caring about the people he's close to, he just isn't someone who really knows how to express it yet, in a way where it doesn't come off overbearing (tbh it rarely does, but he can get scared to bother people)

there's this very sensitive and loving side to him that probably only the people closest to him really know of

con's

struggles to be assertive and can lack confidence when it comes to taking charge in the relationship

his energy is quite.. hesitant, indecisive and uncertain when it comes to how he should proceed -> doesn't feel sure enough in himself to make the right decisions and strongly take action in the connection

i mainly just see this as the result of a lack in experience, he always reads as immensely career-oriented moreso than a person who's used to building human connections

therefore he can find it difficult to establish a balance between the two (his professional and private life)

prone to overthinking a lot, but it's very unlikely he'll openly share his worries with you

i see him turning cold and distancing himself primarily

(oddly similar to sunoo) showcasing the more negative aspects of his feelings, like his insecurities, can just feel immensely uncomfortable for him, he doesn't wanna make himself look easily hurt, fragile or weak

can also get pretty tunnel-visioned when it comes to his own career -> doesn't want his partners to interfere in that and might put his work above you if he feels like you don't respect his passion for it

not the type to enjoy openly dating, i'd be so surprised to see ni-ki go public with his romantic relationship

can get scared about his relationship ruining what he worked so hard for, especially in terms of his public image and reputation

there's also a tendency for ni-ki to become surprisingly sharp-tongued and harsh if you manage to poke him too deeply or pinch a weak spot of his

he's relatively patient in general, but if ni-ki feels like you're taking it too far, he can get blunt, rude and inconsiderate with his choice of words

i can especially see this happening when you provoke him too persistently, he gets particularly sensitive about people not respecting his need for privacy, so if you continue to bother him after he's told you to leave him alone, ni-ki will hate that

if he's already told you he doesn't wanna talk about it and needs his space, it's best to just let him sort out and gather his thoughts on his own -> this can result in his lovers feeling left out in the cold and concerned

[stangalina]

Jaskier has found a very effective method of diffusing tense situations involving Geralt and the various dimwitted and judgemental humans they're forced to interact with.

Unfortunately, enacting this method has about a fifteen percent chance of earning him a knee to the sternum afterwards.

Though it is usually worth the risk, since this method works one hundred percent of the time.

The method is thus:

Sit on him.

It works like a charm.

Allow me to elaborate.

It's very difficult to be scared of someone, no matter how intimidating their features or bone-chilling their stare, when they just sit still and do not question a fully grown man flopping down onto their lap. It does wonders for a tense prejudiced atmosphere inside a tavern. Given, the mood only changes from tense to confused. But confused isn't planning to stone them both out of town so he'd consider it a win.

Getting to sit on Geralt's leather clad and very impressive thighs is also a win in of itself, obviously. The knee to the gut only comes if he pushes his luck or gets too handsy.

Different variants of this method also work. Such as wrapping himself around Geralt's abdomen like a stray piece of seaweed so the merchant will stop looking like he's about to piss himself and actually catch his breath long enough to sell them something.

Murmurs of Witchers being infested with infectious diseases can be silenced by Jaskier grasping Geralt's chin while talking to him in a show of feigned annoyance. Perhaps a gentle touch to the cheek if he's feeling tender, or a light tap on the nose to be playful.

Depending on how Geralt is feeling, he will either ignore Jaskier, or play along. It doesn't matter which one he chooses, as the method still works either way.

It's the people equivalent of putting a collar on a wolfhound and having its lead be held in the mouth of a perfectly groomed poodle wearing boots and a waistcoat. No less dangerous. But a hell of a lot less intimidating.

And if Jaskier is secretly using this method as an excuse to get Geralt more comfortable with physical contact for totally innocent reasons, then that's nobody's business but his own.

[txttletale]

If we're asking about games on your list of favourites, as someone who adored Paradise Killer, I'd love to hear your thoughts on it! I always enjoy your analysis.

so first of all the aesthetics of paradise killer are really good. usually games that were written in english but read like translations from japanese irritated me, but here i think it is very much leaned into and embraced as an aesthetic and set of cultural signifiers in its own right, which i really enjoy. the character designs are outlandish and charming. but what i really like about it is like, the way the core premise works

in most detective games, there is a correct answer, and not getting it is a failure state. you can't end a case in ace attorney with your innocent client being convicted, you can't get the wrong guy in the frogware sherlock holmes games. and this invariably, even if the game is critical in other aspects, tends to come around to a fundamental faith in the legal system and authority, right--something that's kind of baked into the detective genre at a fundamental level.

paradise killer upends that by simply saying "you are the detective. get the facts you need, make a compelling argument, and if the authorities above you believe you then you get to distribute justice as you see fit." you arrive on the island you're investigating and you're immediately told "hey, this member of a disenfranchised underclass did it, we've already arrested him, here's the evidence." and absolutely nothing stops you from taking that evidence and walking into the trial room and presenting it and saying "yep, he did it!" and beating the game! it's not a 'bad ending', you don't get a big popup saying 'you're wrong', the powers that be just accept the convenient narrative you've been given to present and everything moves on.

i like this from both, like, an ideological perspective, and also from an interpersonal stakes perspective. in most detective games, you can't miss a crucial piece of evidence, either because the game will not proceed until you pick it up or because you'll be forced to restart the 'trial' or 'deduction' segment when you game over because you're missing it. in paradise killer, whatever argument you put forward, if enough evidence supports it--even if you know for a fact it's wrong!--leads to the person you're accusing being executed. so the stakes are much higher, right, because instead of a game over screen and trying again, getting it wrong means that's just... how the game ends, with an innocent person being executed.

and more importantly i think it does a fantastic job--better imo even than something like disco elysium--at deconstructing the fantasy of justice. a constant theme of the game and something that the protagonist repeats often is "there is a difference between facts and the truth". you can withhold evidence at trial because it implicates your friends, or misrepresent it to implicate that bitch you hate. nothing in the system exists to stop you getting wrong, in fact your superiors encourage you to make the easy completely stritched up conviction and move on with your life.

and at the end, even if you get it right, if you catch all the criminals--all the time you spend investigating this island shows that, like, the society you're part of is fucking evil! you're all deranged immortals making constant human sacrifices to your evil gods! and you don't change that by solving the case, the whole thing just packs up and moves on. you don't get any comfortable resolution to that or to your role in it. you can play lady love dies as a diehard true believer or as a dissident rebel but either way she's ultimately just another cog in a machine, dispensing an alien and uncaring justice that is only attached to any real morality or truth by your decision to do so. a genuinely incredible game.

plus i like how whenever you open it a voice says 'paradise killer' so you know you're playing paradise killer

[idonttakethislightly]

In issue #1 of The Power Fantasy, we get at least a glimpse of most of the Superpowers' living or working spaces- the exception is Etienne. For four of them- Valentina, Eliza, Masumi, Magus- the color palettes of their spaces are very similar to how they usually dress, and I also think their spaces are on-point symbolism for who they are. Let's look at the places we see, one by one.

Valentina lives in a small, cozy house on a scrapped-together space station- she loves the small details of human culture, but will always have to take an outsider role. The interior is designed with warm neutrals, similar to the golden yellows she often wears.

Eliza's space is cloaked in shadow, with candelabras and high windows that barely illuminate anything- she's eerie and mysterious, with religious motifs. It's high-contrast black and red, like the colors of her dramatic, costume-like outfits.

Masumi works in a huge warehouse- suited to the large-scale ambitions of her art, but also an industrial space that feels sterile and empty. The pastel paints she uses are all over her outfit, and when she dresses up for her gallery opening, it's in similar pastels.

And Magus works in a dimly-lit pyramid full of strange technomagic- the angles of the walls feel alien and menacing, as do the unfamiliar gadgets. His space includes Pyramid members, not just himself, so its design reflects the messaging he sends them about uncanny power. He dresses in eerie greens that make him almost blend into his environment.

Later we see Valentina's 1962 apartment and Magus's 1978 flat, which tell us more about how those two have changed or stayed the same. But I want to talk about how issue #1 dedicates one page each to those four characters and their spaces- a very obvious parallelism that leaves out Etienne and Heavy.

Etienne's traveling, so of course he can't be depicted within that pattern. He also comments to Tonya that he likes travel, and in issue #3 he implies that he flies transatlantic pretty regularly, so it's possible that he feels just as comfortable traveling the world than staying home.

But Heavy… he's at home, taking Etienne's psychic call just like everyone else. But he's outside the pattern because his relationship to his space is different.

Haven is beautiful. It's all pastels, it's full of flourishing houseplants, it's built with swooping curves rather than workaday right angles. There's enough charming little details that if I tried to make a comprehensive list you'd get bored reading it. The oveall aesthetic effect is peaceful, luxurious, idealistic, and gentle.

Basically, Heavy is completely at odds with the city he built. It's his place, for his people… but notice how the forty-something guy in pajamas stands out among all the beautiful young people with impeccable fashion sense. Four of the Superpowers seem to have designed their signature space to represent the way they live their lives. So why does Heavy live in a space that doesn't look or feel anything like him?

I see a couple possible takes on that. You could think of the discrepancy as straightforward hypocrisy- he founded his city on ideals he consistently fails to live up to. But… well, I have an alternate take that's kind of personal. I'm saving the details for another post, but basically: I think Heavy knows that Haven is the opposite of the face he presents to the world, and that's exactly the point.

[cremedensada]

something in my drafts that i actually got the energy and motivation to finish. it's not really my best work but i *did* try so!! also 600+ of yall?? (⁠(⁠(⁠;⁠ꏿ⁠_⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠)⁠)⁠)

Yandere Ocean Spirit who the local sailors and fishermen tell tales of. Some say he takes the form of a charming young man talking with the grandmothers, letting himself be entertained by their tales of when they were younger.

Some say she takes the form of a beautiful young lady walking down the shore as the sun sets down the horizon, colorful gold and orange painting the sky with awe - a vision of beauty and elegance.

Some say they take the form of an individual whose beauty goes beyond genders and labels, taking a dip in the ocean - glowing moonlight behind them. Locals who saw a glimpse of them would often murmur about their long cascading hair as dark as the ocean's waves in midnight; no one truly knows where the tips of their hair ends and the ocean begins.

Yandere Ocean Spirit who, despite his contentment with life at the seaside, finds himself curious with you - a new face, a visitor, in his home.

You were staying at the seaside for the summer, spending time with your relatives per your parents' decisions. You're not all too happy with being plucked out of your comfort zone, but you suppose you might as well make it work - a chance to destress before you'll have to come back and face the reality of life's hustle and bustle, like the unforgiving ocean waves crashing against the shore, hah.

The ocean waves are inviting today - not too huge and overwhelming, but neither too placid and calm. You spend a huge chunk of your afternoon watching the waves - something so routinely was so pleasing to you.

The beautiful stranger approaches you in one of your ocean-watching ventures, a sweet smile adorning her beautiful face - asking permission to accompany you. And who are you to deny her? Not when she looks at you looking like the most breathtaking woman you've ever met in your life and you are just a human being with a huge appreciation for beauty.

"I like the ocean," she says, after a moment of silence, eyes trained on the waves, "everything in life can change - things come and go, but you can always count the ocean to be there."

You chuckle. "Even the ocean can be unforgiving, you know. Especially during storms."

"Ah," she laughs, "that, I'll have to agree... we're all victims to the whims of the weather."

You smile in agreement, and the silence that follows is pleasant and welcome - like the ocean breeze gently blowing against your skin.

The next few days you busy yourself with familiarizing around town. While running an errand for your aunt, you come across a huddle of fishermen - gazes grim.

"Looks like it's about to rain," one of them says, "can't go fishing at this weather."

You hear another fisherman let out a grunt, just as you near their huddle.

"We can't always hope for a fair weather all the time. The ocean spirit can only do so much for us common folk."

An ocean spirit? You halt in your steps unconsciously, curiosity urging you to listen more. One of the men seems to notice, and lets out a hearty laugh.

You feel yourself flush in embarrassment at being caught listening.

"Curious, eh?" he says as the others turn to you as well, wearing matching amused smiles - at the very least, they didn't look like they were mocking you. "Never heard of an ocean spirit before?"

"Spirits aren't... exactly common in the city," you find yourself responding.

They nod in understanding. "Too urbanized," one of them says - a man sporting a huge scar underneath his left cheek, "they're more powerful and stronger when they're in their natural habitats."

It's your first time hearing of the existence of such spirits. "What does the spirit look like?"

They share amused glances, like you've just asked them of an inside joke you didn't know they had. "Well it depends on how the spirit wants to look like. But you've already met her, if that's what you're asking."

Their words echo in your mind until the next day as you watch the waves once more. It crashes against the sand and washes towards your feet - you watch it retreat.

A smell of the ocean breeze creeps up on you, and you feel a presence beside you.

"Mind if I join?"

His voice is deeper this time, different from her softer lilt - the one that reminds of you of early morning rays, the calm rippling of the ocean accompanied by the glittering sunlight. His voice feels like the warm ocean water soaking you to your thighs, gently swayed by the waves moving to and fro.

You turn to meet his gaze.

"You never told me you were an ocean spirit."

Unfazed, he smiles. "You never asked... plus, I didn't intend to hide it in the first place."

You entertain him with your company - his eyes gazing at you with keen interest as you share about your life in the city.

"—and what brings you to this peaceful little town?"

"Just... vacation," you shrugged, "I'm heading back to the city after a few weeks."

He frowns, but quickly covers it up with a serene smile. "That's a shame. Can't you stay a little bit longer?"

"I'm not meant for the seaside life," you respond; and it's true. You were not born with the ocean breeze to greet you in the morning, and the sound of birds singing the days away, nor the sound of waves lapping against the shore. You were born with the hustle and bustle, the sound of heavy traffic and hurrying men and women getting to one designation to another, and the smell of smoke permeating in the air.

It can be said, yes, that you can get used to a simplistic life at the beach but could you really? Not when your subconscious mind tells you that there's more to do at home, things to finish, projects to oversee, friends to keep up with, a life that you cannot afford to upend because your comfort has already rooted in the city, and it would be foolish to uproot it in an environment that it has to get used to after it has already matured.

"Oh."

He quietens after that. The waves are audibly more harsher as they crash against the shore, thrashing and lashing even beneath clear blue skies. The ocean spirit is not mad, but it rolls off of him in the waves.

And days turn to weeks — the waves only get harsher. Fishermen stand by the shore, scowling and frowning as the rough waters force them not to travel the nasty waves. What good is their livelihood if they do not live to return anyway?

The ocean spirit is nowhere to be seen, and there's no way to bargain or to ask what's wrong — like he has just disappeared down the depths.

The day of your departure comes, bags packed and a sense of anticipation to be back home thrums in your veins. As the car rumbles to life, thunder crackles in the air and lightning strikes — a flash flood comes surging towards the shore.

Cries of surprise and fear erupted from the villagers as the waves slammed against them, like claws tightening their hold on their prey. Was this the work of their ocean spirit? The gentle soul who would listen to the grandmothers' tales of their young love and misadventures like a child listen's to a fisherman's tale of braving the storms.

Or was the ocean spirit holding themselves back all along, now only deciding to let go of their restraints and let the humans feel the full blow of the ocean without their careful watch. Humans, who have since been uses to their less than concerning storms, unfit to respond to such a devastating occurrence — too panicked and fearful to flee away to higher ground.

You watch as the waves continue to drown more and more people, and a lone figure standing on an elevated rock formation. Has it been there all along?

Your feet moved before your mind can catch up to it, wading through the waters to reach the figure. They notice your presence and, serenely, smiles at you.

"Hello," they greet, like the storm all over them is not happening at all, "wanna watch the ocean with me?"

"You need to stop," you insist instead, ignoring their invitation. "The villagers are drowning."

They merely watch, and hum. "That's a shame, isn't it?" they murmur. How can they be so cruel? No — have they been this heartless all along? What of the person who the people sing praises of? "Perhaps they should start to learn to get used to it."

You hear the wail of a mother. You can only imagine what made her cry with such devastation.

"After you've given them protection?"

"Aren't we all victims to the whims of the weather?" They hum, "then perhaps, we're all also just victims to the whims of the ocean."

"And what would change the ocean's whim right now?"

As though waiting for that inevitable question to be asked, they smiled. "For you to stay."

Another harsh wave ravages the village, and they smiles at you with a calm smile — calm as the waves of the ocean should be — as more cries and sobs, pleas for help fills your ears.

"Well? Will you stay, or will you let everyone drown?"

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Could I request a sweet reader who was originally kidnapped/hypnotized by Poison Ivy to be a test subject for the effects of her specialized lipstick, but now willingly lives with Harley and Ivy as their Alfred and gets paid by getting bunches of lipstick kisses from them on a daily basis?

Most may assume reader is a perv or a mindless thrall of Ivy, but they've just found happiness in being a housekeeper and the kisses of pretty women.

"Venus Fly Trap" Poison Ivy x Harley Queen x Reader

Okay, I can see this in my minds eye.

TW: Hypnotism and thrall, non-consensual kissing, human experimentation

It was so simple to capture them under her gaze. They'd been polite, listless, giving far too much information that indicated people would have a harder time finding them if they went missing. If they'd been someone awful, Pamela would have had a very different fate for them in mind. No, instead she pumped up the charm (read: pheromones) and kissed them first on the cheek- then on the lips and asked them to walk her home.

Harley had mixed feelings at the time. It felt wrong to keep this person underneath a drug-like haze just to clean the apartment! Pamela had to remind her it was also in the interest of science. She couldn't keep testing her lipsticks on Harley because if there's an adverse effect? Harley points out that this does nothing to argue the morality of the situation.

There was a certain cruelty in it at first. Seeing the fluttering of their eyelids when they were dosed- the weak way their hands came up to her arms as if to register what was happening as she kissed them. Her callous little whispers that there was nothing they could do to escape her. Smiling as her subject agreed even as their face displayed distress.

And one day something changed. From the outside, no one was sure what. The glazed over look in the person's eyes had faded. They laughed. They didn't speak in the stuttered monotone of a script. They seemed... comfortable and at ease. It would seem at some point the induced state was no longer needed for the subject to remain in their position. The first assumption was it turned into a kink scenario over time. Perhaps the lipstick had been perfected. Maybe Stockholm's.

Batman had to get involved. No one could blame him for the misunderstanding, really. Not with the way things had began. So when he'd broken in while the two villainous were out- He was surprised to find the supposed victim watching TV while pouring over paperwork. They had a home-made face mask on that Ivy created herself (no hypnotism involved!).

A conversation had occurred in a moment of lucidity. The lipstick was working but... perhaps it would be okay if they didn't need that to stick around? Harley begged in that sad puppy dog way. Pamela hesitantly agreed on conditions- mostly surrounding loyalty. True affection bloomed over time.

A brief test for Poison Ivy toxins and a signed document declaring that they were in fact here of their own free will... Batman told them he would be watching and gave a warning not to get involved in their criminal activities. As far as he could tell, the former test subject had been completely in sound mind and they recognized that, while the original situation was... very illegal, it was water under the bridge.

He gave them his card in case.

Harleen gave a sad smile at it. It was good the bat was lookin' out. Just in case. It was good someone was concerned about you, sugarpop. Shows even more people care! Say... Why doesn't she show you right now how much she cares...?

Poison Ivy comes back to giggling and her endearing partners cuddling in bed. The former test subject was almost dizzy and covered in red and black lipstick marks. She scoffed- the point of the mask had been for cleansing pores and now they were going to be caked in makeup. Good job, Harley.

"Aw, be quiet and get in here!" is all Harley can say before Pamela sheds her outerwear to slink comfortably beside the subject. Her hand in their hair as she adds to the lipstick marks. She doesn't know why yet, but she recognizes when her darling little "thrall" deserves their payment.

She reminds them that she cares for them. She truly does.

[cheriewoo]

Bunny Card Never Declines | Choi Jongho ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

☆ Navigation | Kinktober List

☆ Day 14 : Lace and Leather

↬ [ Synopsis ] : After a messy breakup, Jongho seeks comfort in a charming bunny, unaware of the surprises ahead. Will this new pet awaken desires that blur the lines between affection and temptation?

☆ Word Count : 2.3k ☆ Genre : Smut, Some plot, Animal Shifter Au, Idol Au. ☆ Pairing : Idol! Jongho x Shapeshifter Bunny! F.Reader

☆☆☆ WARNINGS : Pure smut (18+), a bit of plot, Sub reader, Soft Dom Jongho, praise, lingerie, making out, neck kisses, pet names (bunny, baby), master kink, very graphical, bunny shapeshifter, pet/owner relationship, clueless bunny, kinda naive, reader speaks in third person ( in a few parts), unprotected sex ( don’t be so daring, wrap it up). {lemme know if I missed it }

NOTE : Day 14 is here, ma chéries! I decided to experiment with the theme a bit, keyword tried. This is my first time writing a bunny reader, so please go easy on me! I’d love any suggestions on how I can improve writing this kinda stuff.

His hyungs watched as Jongho hurriedly packed his bags right after rehearsals, almost as if he were rushing to catch a train. Since his recent breakup, Jongho had changed. He no longer stayed after practice, often ran home in a rush, and only hung out with the members once or twice a week.

The group assumed this was just his way of healing, and after he got a pet bunny, everyone figured he was fine. Truth to be told, he was doing better than expected. Spending time with the bunny he had name y/n, was the only thing keeping him sane after that messy breakup and hectic scedules for the comeback.

“Looks like Y/N finally replaced that stupid girl. My baby bro's happy again.” Mingi chuckled, watching the younger leave the room with bags slung over his shoulder and a shopping bag in hand.

“She’s just a bunny, man. But yeah, he does seem happier.” San chimed in, stating the obvious.

“He’s so happy he forgot to change out of that leather-ish outfit!” Seonghwa exclaimed, shaking his head as he watched Jongho leave.

Jongho was truly happy when he found the white bunny outside his house exactly five minutes after his girlfriend left after an ugly fight. He felt utterly hopeless in that moment, and with ATEEZ's comeback on the line, packed with a fuck ton of shoots, rehearsals, brand deals, and interviews, he needed something to distract him. He figured a pet could help, so he took the bunny in.

The cute bunny made him happy. Her playful antics, pretty face, and bunny tongue licks slowly helped him forget about the stupid girl who had broken his heart. He spent all his free time playing with her, day and night, after rehearsals. He named her Y/N. And that’s how you became his only hope, his light at the end of a dark tunnel.

But you were no ordinary bunny. You were a shapeshifter, capable of turning into a human at the command of your master, a human master with whom you formed a bond. That bond was created with Jongho on the day of his breakup when he took you in.

Jongho only discovered your shapeshifting abilities a few months ago when he came home late after a practice session and found a beautiful girl sitting on his kitchen island, flour all over her face, chomping on carrots and completely naked.

Your big bunny eyes, innocent yet with a glint of tempting invitation, captivated him. The first time he kissed you, his brain practically short-circuited from the intense sparks he felt—something he never thought was even possible. Your lips were soft and inviting, and don’t even get him started on that bunny tongue.Oh! that tongue could single-handedly show someone heaven on earth.

Whenever you shapeshifted, he loved putting you in one of his oversized hoodies, and the way you followed him around the house gave him a sense of warmth and comfort.

With you shapeshifting at his command, it wasn’t too hard to keep you hidden behind the guise of “just a pet,” but when you took your beautiful human form, that was a whole different story. As Jongho’s attachment to you grew, it didn’t take long before the two of you indulged in some spicy fun.

Your body responded to him like any human body would, his kisses gave you butterflies, his bites turned you on, and his hands roaming your body sent shivers down your spine. Every time his girthy cock entered your tiny hole, waves of pleasure coursed through your entire body, leaving you a moaning mess beneath him.

Each time he fucked you, your desire for him only grew stronger. Lust clouded your mind as you wagged your little bunny tail at his every command, eagerly fulfilling his every dirty desire.

Did you feel like he was taking advantage of you? No.

You loved how he cared for you, and you willingly indulged in him every time.

—

"Khamsamida, madam." Jongho thanked the shop owner after purchasing the special outfit for you. It was lingerie. Luxurious, delicate, and embroidered with intricate lace. As he handed over his card, the shop owner smiled knowingly.

"You've got great taste. This piece will definitely make someone very happy," she remarked, carefully folding the delicate lingerie into a sleek, satin-lined gift box. "It's one of our finest sets, perfect for a special someone."

Jongho nodded, his mind already envisioning you in the outfit. He was getting a bit bored seeing you in his oversized hoodies all the time and thought this luxurious lingerie could, you know, spice things up even more.

When he got home, he found you lying on the couch, munching on some baby carrots while something random played on the TV. Dropping his things, he joined you on the couch, and you quickly snuggled into him, his warm embrace giving you immense comfort.

"Y/n missed Master Jongho." you exclaimed cutely as Jongho caressed your hair. Usually, Jongho hated doing lovey-dovey things like this, but one look at your innocent face and he was ready to give you anything that left your lips. It felt almost hypnotic, the way he fulfilled every single one of your wishes while your sweet voice addressed him as Master.

"I missed you too, pretty girl." he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "I got you a gift. Wanna see?" he asked, his hands gently rubbing your back as you leaned deeper into his warmth.

Your eyes lit up instantly at the mention of a gift, you loved surprises. "A gift? For Y/n ?" you asked eagerly, shifting onto your knees. The movement caused the oversized hoodie to ride up, exposing a glimpse of your cute butt.

"Yeah, all for you," he said, nodding toward the bag resting on the table. Without hesitation, you made a beeline for it.

Opening the gift, you tilt your head as you pick up the lingerie set. “What is this ?” you asked him as you walked towards him. Clothes were something you became aware of after meeting Jongho so then, what is this new weird piece of cloth ? you wondered as you waited for Jongho to answer.

"This is something you wear. They're clothes." Jongho explained, his cheeks turning apple red, excitement building at the thought of finally seeing you in the lingerie set.

"Does Master Jongho like this?" you asked, your innocent question had him already feeling flustered as he nodded. "Then Y/N will wear it!" you smiled brightly, starting to pull off the hoodie when he quickly stopped you.

"Wait! Baby, you don’t put this on... in front of me." he stammered, grabbing your hands as you reached for the zipper.

"Why?" you asked, genuinely confused, tilting your head to the side.

"Oh, my baby bunny..." he began, trying to explain through his flustered state. "When someone gives you something like this, you go to another room, put it on, then come back and show them." he said, hoping to hide how much he was anticipating it.

"Oh, like a performance?" you asked, eyes lighting up with excitement. He nodded, relieved, as you sprinted off to the bedroom to put it on.

"Master Jongho, help!" you called from the bedroom, and he rushed in, heart racing. What he saw made his breath catch, you had pulled a playful prank on him, but you looked absolutely stunning in the scarlet lingerie. The sight would leave him daydreaming about you for weeks.

The lingerie hugged your body in all the right places, the soft lace perfectly framing your chest and enhancing the curves of your boobs, plumping them up. The satin straps draped over your shoulders, highlighting yourr delicate collarbone. The lace panties sat snugly against your hips, accentuating the curve of your waist and amplifying the softness of your thighs. Every inch of the fabric seemed designed to highlight your most alluring features, leaving nothing to the imagination yet teasing just enough to drive Jongho wild.

Admiring your beautiful form, Jongho stepped closer, each movement making your heart race with anticipation. "Do I look good, Master?" you squeaked softly as he towered over you.

Leaning in, his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "Good? You look absolutely breathtaking, baby." His warm breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you tightly against him.

"Call me Jongho from now on, okay?" he murmured, and you nodded in response as he pressed a lingering kiss to your collarbone, sparking a fire deep inside you.

As Jongho’s lips grazed your neck, he began littering the soft skin with kisses, each one lingering, each one sending electricity through your body. His hands slowly made their way down, squeezing and massaging your ass cheeks as you arched into his touch. His breath was hot against your neck, and you couldn't stop the small gasps that escaped you with each firm squeeze of his hands.

“Jongho...” you whispered, struggling to keep your voice steady as his kisses grew more intense and demanding. While the idea of lingerie was fresh for you, ironically, making out was a skill you had perfected, earning a Ph.D. in the art of seduction. You understood exactly what your beloved Master craved, how he enjoyed your touch, and precisely when to take control, all thanks to the countless weird videos on some sketchy looking website you found on Jongho’s laptop.

Without a word, he pushed you backward, your back meeting the wall with a soft thud. His strong hands held you in place as he lifted one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist. You could feel the hardness of his member pressing against your wetness, the friction making you moan as he began to grind against you. His movements were slow, torturous, his hard length rubbing perfectly against your core, still barely concealed by the thin lingerie. Every grind, every press of his hips left you aching for more, desperate for the feeling of him inside you.

Jongho’s lips moved lower, trailing from your neck to your chest, before he sank to his knees. His dark eyes gleamed with hunger as they roamed over your body, the tight leather of his pants creaking softly as he knelt down.

He gripped your thighs, parting them, and without a word, buried his face between your legs. His mouth found your dripping cunt, juices leaking out just for him as his tongue worked skillfully, sending waves of pleasure through you. Your hand flew to his hair, tugging as he devoured you, juices flowing freely from your growing arousal as soft moans escaped your lips.

But Jongho wasn’t done. Rising to his feet, he placed a warm kiss on your lips, his eyes still hungry as he gently guided you toward the bed. His hands never left your body, caressing and guiding you as he laid you down. Climbing onto the bed, he pulled you on top of him, your legs straddling his waist. The heat between your legs still pulsed, but seeing him beneath you, still fully clothed in leather, only made your desire burn hotter. You were desperate for more.

You ground your clothed cunt against the hard bulge in his pants, the slick fabric of your lingerie creating delicious friction against the leather. Jongho’s hands gripped your hips, guiding you as you rubbed yourself against him, his head falling back as he groaned deeply.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. His eyes were locked on you, watching as you moved against him, your body rolling in perfect rhythm with his. The heat between you two was unbearable, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

Yanking his leather pants down, you positioned yourself above him, your fingers around his hard length as you lined it up with your entrance. Slowly, you lowered yourself, taking him in inch by inch, feeling the delicious stretch as he filled you completely. Jongho let out a low groan, his hands immediately cupping your breasts, his thumbs teasing your sensitive nipples through the thin fabric. “You feel so good,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust, as his hands roamed your body, never stopping their exploration.

The sensation of him inside you, thick and hard, made your head fall back, lips parting in pure pleasure. Jongho’s hands never stayed still, constantly caressing and teasing, sending sparks through your skin. His hips began thrusting up into you, perfectly timed to meet each roll of your hips. Every thrust hit just the right spot inside you, making you moan softly.

“Faster, baby.” Jongho groaned, his fingers tightening around your waist, as you to pick up the pace. The slickness between your thighs increased as you rode him, the sound of your skin slapping against each other filling the room.

His grip on your hips grew stronger, pulling you down harder, each thrust deep and intense. “That’s it… just like that,” he growled, his eyes locked onto your face, watching the way your body responded to him. His hands moved back to your breasts, kneading them, his thumbs circling your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through you.

The tension inside you built rapidly, your body trembling as you chased the high that felt almost there but still far out of reach. “Jongho..ahh…I need to..” you whimpered, your voice breathless as his cock drove you to the edge.

"Come for me, bunny." Jongho whispered, his fingers digging into your skin as he thrust up harder, faster. With your master’s command, the pleasure overtook you, your body trembling as you came hard around his thick length, waves of ecstasy crashing through you.

As he guided you through your high, Jongho reached his peak, groaning deeply as he followed you over the edge. His grip tightened on your hips, thrusts growing erratic until he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a deep groan, he buried himself inside you, releasing hot and deep, his body trembling as he spilled into you. Panting heavily, his forehead rested against you as you lay on top of him as both enjoyed this intimate pleasure together.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[spr1ngpvrinbunny]

🐾 Demihuman Cat!William Afton Headcanons 🐾 (I'm not so normal about this idk why)

If William Afton were a demihuman with cat ears and a tail, I imagine his personality would have a mix of his usual sharp wit and a more feline nature.

Touch-Averse but Secretly Craves It: He acts like he doesn’t want anyone touching his ears or tail, but if someone he trusts scratches behind his ears, his body betrays him—his tail flicks, his ears twitch, and he might even let out a low, involuntary purr before realizing it and snapping, “Don’t you dare tell a soul.”

Unpredictable Affection: One moment, he’s distant, giving you a look like, "Don't touch me, peasant." The next, he’s curling up next to you, arms crossed, muttering, “You’re warm. Don’t move.” And if you do move? He glares like you’ve committed a crime.

Sharp Reflexes & Silent Steps: He moves way too quietly, and it’s unnerving. You turn around, and he’s just there. He doesn’t mean to sneak up on people (or maybe he does, for fun), but his cat-like agility makes it easy.

Tail as an Emotional Indicator: No matter how well he controls his expressions, his tail always gives him away. Flicking? Annoyed. Slowly swaying? Amused or scheming. Wrapping around someone’s arm? He’s comfortable but pretending he’s not.

Dramatic Reactions: If you step on his tail by accident, prepare for the most exaggerated reaction. He’ll yelp, glare at you like you’ve committed an unforgivable sin, and act like he’s dying—until you apologize and give him attention.

Instinctive Need to Knock Things Over: He won’t admit it, but if something is precariously placed on a table’s edge, he’s tempted. Sometimes, when he’s alone, he’ll just… slowly push something off a surface. Just to see it fall.

Hisses When Startled: It’s rare, but if something truly catches him off guard, he’ll hiss before he can stop himself. If you tease him about it, he’ll get flustered and definitely try to gaslight you into thinking it never happened.

Super Soft Fur: His ears and tail are ridiculously soft. If you manage to touch them (and survive), you’ll realize they feel like the finest velvet. He hates admitting it, but grooming them is a guilty pleasure.

Imagine—when he smirks, you catch a glimpse of slightly sharper-than-human canines, adding to his already mischievous and unpredictable charm.

Fangs & Smirks: He doesn’t always show them, but when he grins in that smug, knowing way, the little flash of fangs makes him look even more teasing—like a cat that just knocked something over and is proud of it.

Biting Habit: He has a bad habit of lightly biting things when he’s deep in thought—like the tip of his glove, a pen, or even (if you’re close enough) your sleeve. It’s never aggressive, just an unconscious feline quirk. If you point it out, he’ll stop immediately and give you a very defensive look.

Playful but Dangerous? If he gets really comfortable with someone, he might teasingly act like he’ll nip their fingers when they try to touch his ears or tail—just enough for a light, harmless scrape of fangs. But if you’re someone he doesn’t trust? He’ll bare his teeth in a silent "Back off."

Heat Sensitivity: His ears are weirdly sensitive to temperature changes. If it’s cold, they get chilly fast, and if it’s hot, he gets extra grumpy. He might even press his ears against your palm absentmindedly, only to realize what he’s doing and immediately act like it never happened.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Hours in the Moonlight: Somnolent Gloaming - 2. A Strange One

Summary: As if his horns weren’t strange enough, the way Malleus behaved was odd. Especially since he seemed to have taken a rather rapid interest in you. And that was on top of the fact that this clan already seemed to have walls of its own that were likely going to create difficulties for your evaluation.

Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 1654

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

I stepped forward, bracing myself as those almost acidic green eyes rested on me. A smile still curving off across this man, Malleus’s, face as he awaited my answer.

 “I’ve been sent here to evaluate the Diasomnia Clan,” I spoke carefully, taking the lead this time instead of letting Sam explain for me. But there was no doubting that Malleus’s question had most certainly been directed at me.

Sam’s eyebrows rose slightly at my words, but he remained silent as the already stiff-looking one somehow managed to straighten even further. A deep frown marring his otherwise handsome face, “WHY DOES OUR CLAN NEED TO BE EVALUATED, HUMAN? WE HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG.”

I blinked in surprise, almost flinching at the yelled words only for the other young man, Silver, as Vil had called him, spoke in a calmer tone, “Don’t yell, Sebek. They haven’t accused us of anything.”

The short one, who’d been our guide, piped up. His bright red eyes narrowing with unconcealed amusement that reminded me of how a cat might look at a mouse as he looked at me from where he now stood by his clan leader’s chair, “Indeed. They're just here under orders.”

I nodded slowly and quietly at the man’s words, glancing towards the one who’d yelled. Sebek was what he’d been called.

 He met my gaze unflinchingly, a frown on his face that was not improved in the slightest by my words, “Yes… The head-vampire has requested that I evaluate all of the clans.”

Malleus tilted his head, causing me to look back his way as he looked thoughtfully at me, “But why send a Hunter?”

Sam stepped forward, an easy smile slipping onto his face that had me suddenly realizing why it was always Sam who brought me a new clan. It was because he was charming and very capable of handling any situation. No matter what sort of characters might be present. Be they innately ominous or rather aggressive in nature.

I didn’t know what it was, but something about this clan in particular was more tense than the others had been.

Savanaclaw hadn’t been exactly welcoming at the start, and Scarabia had been a risky place from the first day, even if it might not have initially seemed like it. 

But this clan, the Diasomnia clan, seemed different.

Not more powerful, malevolent, or anything like that. But different. Like its age gave it a quality that the others simply could not possess.

In both the Savanaclaw and Scarabia clans, I had been evaluated by the vampires even as I’d evaluated the clans themselves, but they hadn’t held such high walls from the start. Or, perhaps, it was that the walls themselves were different.

“In the interest of solving and correcting the situation with the increasing numbers of insane vampires, head-vampire Crowley has requested the Hunter’s assistance. They are evaluating the clans to try and find the source of the problem and, while at the Scarabia clan, found that they needed access to records that dated back further than those found in other clans.”

At Sam’s words, our guide nodded, clapping his hands together and nodding with a suddenly amicable smile. A stark contrast from the expression he’d been wearing before, “I see! You came here to check the history of this area to see if there are any historic traces of this problem.”

I nodded, relieved by the change from the previous tense atmosphere, and Sam nodded agreeably, “Yes, that’s why they came here. It is not that we particularly suspect the Diasomnia clan of anything. After all, you have been here for so long.”

I faltered slightly at Sam’s words. They sounded distinctly placating and had me looking towards this clan’s leader once more. 

Outside of the fact he was horned for unknown reasons that I preferred not to consider, he didn’t look any more dangerous than other vampires had.

 It was true that he had an impressive presence that certainly had stopped me in my tracks when I’d first seen him. But right now he looked more like he was idly pondering the situation with cold interest. Like he was unimpressed with Sam’s behavior.

But still not someone I would expect a person who worked directly under this district's head-vampire to worry about placating. Especially since Sam always seemed so in control of any and every situation.

“STILL! It is MOST rude for the head-vampire to send a Hunter, of all things, to evaluate Lord Malleus’s clan!” The green-haired one spoke again. His voice booming through the room and startling me slightly.

Again, I did not have to respond though, since Sam spoke once more. Ever calm with that same smile on his face that had me wondering for the umpteenth time if anything could phase him, “Yes, well, we of course mean no disrespect, but in the interest of not showing favoritism…”

He trailed off, and our guide nodded again, “Of course, we understand.” The short man looked my way, a smile on his face as he all but flitted across the room to where I stood.

“I must say, it is odd that he chose someone such as you for his Hunter, though….” I watched as those wide red eyes narrowed with something that sent a shiver crawling its way down my spine until he looked away. Turning towards his clan head once more, “What do you think, Malleus?”

At the sound of his name, clan head straightened, his gaze shifting back towards where I stood smoothly. 

I straightened under the weight of his gaze, finding that I refused to quail at his stare despite the fact it had given me pause when I’d first stepped into this room.

I’d already dealt with Leona and Jamil. One a vampire whom I had an odd sort of alliance with and one that I’d built a wary trust with. Neither of which had come easy. But I’d dealt with them both.

And while Sam had done a lot to soothe the atmosphere, there was still something about both Malleus and the shorter young man that had some small part of me whispering for me to be careful. That they were stronger than one might expect.

Vil had once told me that the older a vampire was, the stronger they were and the more skills they knew. 

That, paired with the fact that Rook and Sam had each asserted that both Malleus and Lilia were ancient, was enough to have me paying attention to the more wary side of me. After all, it was quite likely that with the way our guide was behaving, he was the clan head’s second, Lilia.

I’d learned a long time ago that when it came to vampires, showing fear was seldom a good idea, though. If anything, it only seemed to excite them.

As I held Malleus’ stare determinedly, a smile began to spread smoothly across the young man’s face. 

First, a mere stretching of his lips, and then his fangs appeared. It was an expression of amused, smug pleasure and was wholly opposite of the cold expression he’d worn when Sam had been speaking. 

I swallowed thickly as I came to a sudden realization of what that expression meant. Somehow, in some way, I’d caused this vampire to be interested in me. 

Both Leona’s disgusted expression and Vil’s frown flashed through my mind even as I continued to stand firm.

Perhaps this was what they’d meant about me needing to be cautious. A vampire being interested in me was hardly anything new, though.

I watched as he leaned forward, that smile staying on his face as he gazed back at me, utterly delighted by something he saw even though I doubted I’d ever know what it was that pleased him so. 

But perhaps more worryingly, the longer he gazed at me, the better I could see his pupils, which I suddenly realized were slit, shifting. They dilated in the same way a cat’s did when they were hunting, and I felt myself bracing for something. Though for what, I didn’t know.

“So you wish for my… our, assistance with your troubles, little Hunter?” The amusement in his voice was obvious, and I barely kept my eyebrows from lifting.

He was a strange one. That was for certain. But I nodded nonetheless, because it was true. I did need their help. I needed their records to see if there was any historical basis for what was happening now.

I really didn’t know why everyone else stayed so quiet as I responded silently to Malleus, but if anything, the young man seemed delighted by my admission.

His eyes glinted slightly as he spoke again, causing me to frown slightly even despite his words, as strangely phrased as they were, “Very well then. I shall grant your wish.”

The silence that spread through the room after Malleus’s words was shattered by our guide abruptly clapping his hands together. Causing me to jump slightly as he looked between the two young men who flanked Malleus’s throne.

“Splendid! It will be a good experience for the entire clan if another human is here! Sebek, Silver, you should show them around so they don’t get lost,” He slipped away from where he’d been next to me. Trotting over happily to the two young men who now abandoned their posts so that he could urge them on their way. Giggling all the way, “Young folks should flock together after all. Me and Malleus have more to discuss with Sam anyway, don’t we?”

The short man’s voice dropped to a lower octave as he finished, looking towards Sam, who only nodded. Smiling my way as I glanced his way worriedly and waving me on, “I’ll see you later, Little Imp. And good luck.”

As he spoke, the two other men, Sebek and Silver, bowed slightly with the green-haired one speaking, “Of course, Master Lilia.”

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[lilithschosen]

the way that i have Agatha and Rio in my brain is so different? i think than i see everyone else. i always see Agatha as a more shut off, reserved, burnt too many times by others type of person. she protects herself above all else and would rather not take on a new friend or lover just in case she gets hurt again. if you do somehow manage to get into her good graces, she's fiercely loyal. she'll do anything and everything in her power to make sure you're taken care of. mama bear instincts through and through.

Rio is very open and honest, blunt. she tells you how she feels and smirks when she does (either good or bad). she doesn't necessarily make friends, but she doesn't make enemies. she's charismatic and charming to an unsettling degree, even as Death or as a human in a non-magical AU. she can't sit in silence, opting to just speak her mind until someone else offers something. also she fuckin loves her garden but i feel like that's just a mutual understanding for her and everyone else in the fandom lmao.

Agatha and Rio together at first starts rough. Agatha doesn't want to open herself up again, she knows Rio hurt her and doesn't let the woman forget it. Rio knows, god does she know. she wants a chance to change that perspective, to work and fix what she's done. she doesn't want to overstep with Agatha and holds back until Agatha pushes her too far. they'll fight and argue, screaming matches until the topic they both want to bring up, comes up.

once they reconcile, Agatha melts into Rio as she did forever ago. it's warm and comforting, rekindling their love in every way they can.

also generally speaking Agatha is a top and Rio is my favourite bratty bottom but sometimes Agatha needs to be touched and treated and adored because who doesn't? and Rio doesn't hesitate. they work in tandem, in sync, perfectly and i love them!!!

[iamnmbr3]

honestly why did jkr choose DUMBLEDORE as arbitrary gay 'rep'. Besides the not even there stuff he is an awful person.

(And you could pretty easily read him as that sort of Creep. Like I know that's not the sort of grooming people mean but that's always what I think :( )

I know. She really went 'diversity win! the serial liar and manipulator of children who is weirdly fixated on the attractiveness of an 11 year old is gay!'

Now I am absolutely NOT saying that a gay character cannot be flawed or even downright evil. Being gay doesn't make someone inherently bad - or inherently good. Gay people are humans - and just like any other group of humans are capable of the full range of human complexity. However, when the ONLY gay character is like this it feels like their negative personality traits are tied to their gayness. (Just like if Dumbledore was the only straight character it might feel like the author was was casting aspersions on the morality of straight people - even if that wasn't her intent).

Also it's so weird because there were so many other characters that are very frequently read as queer - including Tonks, Lupin, Draco, and Sirius. Not to mention HARRY POTTER himself. But nope. JKR was extremely resistant to anyone even suggesting these characters might not be straight (lol joke's on her - she might not have meant to write these characters as not straight but she did. be mad about it jkr). Only the character who had one queer romance which was extremely destructive and then swore himself to a life of celibacy where he spends all his time manipulated children is allowed to be gay apparently. smh.

And yeah. As for Dumbledore coming across kinda creepy, I definitely think it wasn't JKR's intention but it is a very valid reading based on what she wrote. I mean Dumbledore literally is out there saying 'oh yeah one of the only reasons adults liked this 11 year old child was because he was hot' without any awareness of how incredibly messed up a thing that is to say.

Like if that's something he's comfortable admitting publicly what thoughts doesn't he admit to? This is just an incredibly bizarre thing to say and really says a lot about how he perceives the world.

Why does he assume that all adult teachers pay attention to how attractive the children they are responsible for are? Why does he assume that teachers' treatment of their UNDERAGE STUDENTS is affected by attractive they find each child? That is not how an adult should ever be relating to or thinking about a child.

And it's specifically attractiveness he highlights - not cuteness or charm or literally anything even slightly more appropriate to favor a child for (even though it would still be wrong to favor a student). No. It's the same way he talks about Tom later. He suggests that Tom used his looks in some sort of evil seductor routine to victimize Hepzibah Smith - even though what we actually see is HER creeping on Tom, so it comes across very much as a "he was asking for it" and "he was to blame because he was being a temptation simply by existing" type perspective which is absolutely repellent. And seemingly Dumbledore was thinking about Tom in that way right from the beginning.

In addition, I will say it's notable that in the Hepzibah Smith memory Dumbledore seems to sympathize with the person who is acting as a predator. (I mean she literally touches Tom without his consent and tries to hit on him multiple times while he tries to change the subject and seems super uncomfortable; she is the aggressor in that interaction).

It's also notable that Dumbledore seems to take Tom rejection of him at their first meeting very personally which is odd. Tom's reaction to Dumbledore is not that surprising but Albus seems to take great offense at the fact that Tom does not trust or look up to or like him and does not want to spend time with him or accept his friendship. It's a rather unusual way for an adult to react.

And more generally he doesn't treat children as children. He talks about child!Tom the same as he does adult!Tom and doesn't seem to view him as ever having been fundamentally different. He happily sends Harry and his friends into danger.

He also has a nasty habit of reading people's minds without their consent. I don't think it's a coincidence that nothing about the topic of Occlumency is taught at Hogwarts. It seems that he's been frequently reading the minds of the Golden Trio (and probably other students) for years - probably since book 1; and the mind is a very intimate and scared part of a person that shouldn't just be violated. Characters having a blank or closed look is often used as a descriptor to suggest that that character is employing Occlumency. We know Tom's mind powers were quite developed and I think he successfully blocked Dumbledore from his mind during their first encounter (after Dumbledore read his mind to find out about the things he stole) as right after that scene he is described in similar ways to scenes where characters use Occlumency. And this denial and rejection may been part of what particularly irritated Dumbledore.

His interactions with kids - and especially his fixation on Tom - are very weird. And you could definitely read it as him having some sort of repressed (or not repressed) attraction/fixation that he's probably in denial about (or does mental gymnastics to justify). 100 percent not JKR's intent. But yeah. The way she wrote him is kinda off.

[teenwolfbywitchofhellridge]

My little crush on Tyler Hoechlin

Alright, let’s talk about Tyler Hoechlin, my inexplicable (or maybe very explicable) crush, wrapped up in a mix of his roles, his genuine charm, and his whole vibe that just gets me—a Polish introvert who finds herself absolutely smitten by this effortlessly warm American actor.

Let’s start with the roles that first hooked me in. Obviously, Teen Wolf’s Derek Hale, that brooding, growling, protector-with-trust-issues, instantly stole my heart. I’m here for all that tortured, misunderstood energy, wrapped up in a leather jacket and a stare that could probably kill vampires, if it came to that. And then, fast-forward to Superman & Lois, and suddenly Tyler is this open, clumsy, adorkable Clark Kent who’s trying to keep his life together with a dimpled smile and big-hearted sincerity. Talk about a range! From intense alpha werewolf to the world’s sweetest superhero, he’s got both ends of the spectrum covered—and he nails them both, effortlessly.

But it’s not just those headline roles. No, the crush really deepened when I started to notice him in some of his lesser-known projects. Take Bigger, where he plays Joe Weider, a guy with this quiet resilience, building a fitness empire from the ground up. It’s a subtler performance, filled with understated glances and moments that could easily go overlooked if you’re not paying attention—but Tyler makes you pay attention. He brings this determined vulnerability to the character, making you believe that Joe really did have what it took to change the world, one dumbbell at a time. It’s not flashy, but that’s what makes it so good; he gets the art of holding back, of letting the quiet moments do the talking.

And speaking of talking, don’t even get me started on his interviews. Tyler’s one of those rare actors who doesn’t just go through the motions; he brings a thoughtfulness to his interviews that’s downright magnetic. He’s humble, insightful, and introspective, the kind of guy who makes you want to listen to his perspective on, well, everything. He’ll casually talk about how he’s drawn to roles with depth or explain why certain characters matter to him, and suddenly I’m nodding along like I’m in a mini philosophy class. He’s clearly someone who cares about what he does, and that sincerity shows in every role he takes.

And then, the cherry on top: how he is with his fans. Now, as a Polish introvert, I’ve always marveled at that American openness, that effortless way of connecting with people without a second thought. Tyler takes this openness to another level, especially when he’s meeting fans. He doesn’t just do the polite smile and nod; he’s actually present. You can see it in the way he takes his time with each person, his expression saying, “Hey, it’s totally okay if you’re a little starstruck—I get it.” It’s like he understands that fans might be a bit nervous, maybe even overwhelmed, and he doesn’t just brush it off; he embraces it. He’s calm, kind, grounded, making everyone feel seen, even those of us who’d rather be hiding under a table than meeting a celebrity.

I can’t quite explain why that resonates so much with me. Maybe it’s my introverted heart that’s secretly in awe of someone who can be that open and kind, or maybe it’s just him. Because while I’d be mentally preparing for hours to hold a decent conversation, he seems to connect with people from all walks of life in a heartbeat. There’s a sincerity there, a genuine warmth, and it makes me admire him not just as an actor but as a fellow human. So, yes, call it a crush or maybe a bit of a fascination, but I’ll happily admit that Tyler Hoechlin isn’t just a talented actor or a charismatic presence on screen. He’s someone who’s got this blend of thoughtfulness, authenticity, and warmth that somehow manages to charm even the quietest, most introverted corners of my Polish heart. There’s something comforting in knowing there are people out there like him—kind, grounded, and entirely okay with meeting fans in whatever emotional state they’re in. It’s rare, and it makes him more than just another celebrity. He feels, honestly, like a genuinely good human.

And hey, I’m not usually one to get sentimental (okay, maybe a little), but if we’re talking about life and last wishes here… well, it’s pretty clear. If I were dying and somehow had one final wish, some precious wish granted through one of those hospice programs for kids (and fine, I know I’m not a kid, but bear with me!), that wish would absolutely be dinner with Tyler Hoechlin. Just a simple meal, no glamor or glitz, where I could sit across from him, laugh, and maybe get to see up close if he’s really as down-to-earth as he seems.

A part of me thinks he’d make it unforgettable, not just for me but for anyone lucky enough to be there. And even if my introvert soul would be struggling to form coherent sentences, it’d still be perfect, just for the chance to see that kind smile in real life, even for a little while.

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You have me exceptionally curious. What are your general headcanons for the The T-1000, and what primarily influences that veiw?

Not 100% sure how to answer this, so I'm just going to give a bunch of headcanons like I usually do and hope that kind of explains things.

Let's get a few things straight, unlike him. He is not doing things out of love, nor does he care about gender. This is curiosity, fascination, and control.

He's curious and fascinated about the human body, their emotions, and their responses.

He also relishes having control over said body, emotions, and responses.

That being said, service top. Loves being in control and taking care of you, including aftercare.

Horrible bedside manner, performs aftercare more as a task, but still does it. It doesn't feel like a negative thing for him, more like something he just feels he has to do, no negotiations. It's part of the act, in his mind. Make a mess, clean it up, don't break the equipment.

He can obviously form into whatever he touches, but prefers staying in his humanoid form; there will be no shape-shifting upon request. He likes this form, he's staying in this form. Unless he doesn't need or feel like being a person anymore.

In which case, take care not to step into the liquid metal blob slinking about the floor. Your consequence is your foot being trapped and being held hostage until he decides it's enough.

Since he's a metal alloy, he has no heating/cooling system like the T-800, who runs just slightly warmer than your average person. The T-1000 is a few degrees cooler; if you didn't know what he was before touching him, you'd wonder if he was cold, if he wanted a sweater or something to warm him.

He does actually enjoy the warmth you provide, and will gladly cuddle up to you for it. It doesn't change his temperature, it's just comfortable for him and he likes it. It is possible to rile him up with touches during this, though.

Unlike the T-800, he isn't particularly heavy. He's about 10 pounds lighter than a person of his height and perceived weight.

Has a sleep mode where he shuts down for a specified amount of time, but can't be woken up until the timer is up unless his auditory and physical sensors detect an emergency. If you say you're napping for ten minutes, he's out for ten minutes exactly.

Doesn't mind the name printed on his name tag, and you may refer to him by it, or his serial number. Has a secret favouritism for the name, though. Makes him feel like he's blending in better as a human.

He likes all sorts of differing personalities. Strong, stubborn types, or shy quiet ones. They're all interesting to him; subconscious favouritism for more submissive personalities. Dominating is in the fibre of his very being, he can't help it.

He's not cold and calculating initiating or during sex, though. No, he prefers to put his programming and observation skills to good use and really put them into practice. The man can really put on the charm when he wants to, and wow does it make your knees weak.

One moment he's questioning a human emotion, until he picks up on your subtle arousal. Then all of a sudden he's as smooth as the alloy he's made of and you're in bed before you know what hit you.

He keeps up the performance for a bit afterwards, noting the shock his sudden demeanour switch seems to put people in, and has instead learned to ease you into his default way of being.

Protective x1000. Can and will hospitalize people for making comments about you, let alone threaten you. Mostly doesn't listen to you during those times unless you have a logically sound reason for him not terminating the sleazeball that catcalled you, such as attention or possible police involvement.

Much prefers your pleasure over his, and he can feel pleasure. He has sensors and all sorts of complex inner workings. He shuts them all off during a hunt or when he refuses to give you the upper hand. When he wants to be in control, there's no talking him out of it.

As a complex machine that studies humans, he obviously understands the concepts of consent and various kinks. His eyes are constantly analyzing things, so he knows a lot of things about you without you needing to say a word. He knows when you're physically uncomfortable, not in the mood, in the mood, pushed to your limit, or still wanting more. He knows when you're close, what feels good, and what doesn't, no matter how good of a liar you think you are.

While he's not comfortable with shape-shifting strictly for your amusement, he's willing to experiment and indulge most kinks of yours, including ones where he's on the receiving end of things.

He may not be able to love you in the traditional sense, but there is an undeniable bond. Why he's formed it with you, he's unsure and will never be able to explain it. But he knows you inside and out, trusts you, and prefers your company above all else, even if you're not doing anything particularly interesting. Simply sharing the space and studying is nice.

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MC’s Familiar Having a Crush on LI’s Familiar - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6 + Familiars)

A/N: another poll winner! The request for this one specifically asked for the reactions of the LIs and their familiars, so it doesn’t really fall into “x MC” territory :) also, I’m leaving the species of MC’s familiar purposefully vague, but with the assumption that it’s not the same species as LI’s! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes!

TW: swearing in Lucio’s section

❤️Julian❤️

As a man of science, he has many questions

Are relationships between different species common in the magical world? Does a “crush” indicate that familiars have a similar level of sentience to humans? Is this an innate trait, or something that manifests as a result of magic?

The temptation to launch a scientific investigation is strong in this situation, but he restrains himself

It feels immoral to toy around with love, even if he doesn’t really understand it

However, that means that he’ll be supporting this crush from both the standpoint of a friend and a scientist

🌑Malak🌑

He had never really thought about romance before

Most of his time was spent bothering people and collecting shiny things, and he was content with that life

So finding out that another creature had a crush on him was an odd experience, to say the least

Not to mention that it was someone he already knew, and shared a strong connection with

He thinks he might give it a try. He won’t be sharing his collection of shiny things, though

🧡Portia🧡

Immediately thinks it’s the cutest thing to ever happen

100% supportive, no matter the species difference

Gives your familiar the shovel talk (Pepi is her baby, after all)

Makes all the classic parent jokes about keeping the door open

After making that joke, she sits in silence and contemplates the reality of the relationship, and now also has many questions

Will not be asking them though; might ask Julian about it later

🐈Pepi🐈

Embarrassed by her mother, which is difficult to achieve, given that she is a cat and feels no shame

When she finds out about the crush, she just kind of shrugs it off

It makes sense, after all; she is a cat, and cats are perfect

If the crush seems serious, then she’s willing to reciprocate

Probably would not be the best partner— she prefers to spend her time napping in the sun, so if your familiar is high energy then it might not work out

💛Lucio💛

What the fuck

Like, genuinely, what the fuck

I mean, he’s not really one to judge, given his own weird tastes

But, like, really? How the fuck does that happen?

Thinks his dog(s) can do better than your familiar, and makes this well-known

🐾Mercedes OR Melchior🐾

Makes perfect sense to him— he would fall in love with himself too

Not really interested in reciprocating though: he is a very busy boy

Many squirrels to chase and bones to chew

May pursue a more dedicated friendship, though

And if he’s feeling generous, then he may share one of his toys with your familiar

💚Muriel💚

A bit hesitant at first

He’s a very reserved kind of man, and he really only has Inanna by his side all the time

So he doesn’t know how he feels about losing her to any degree

But if it makes her happy, then he’ll support it

After all, it’s your familiar, and he trusts you

🐺Inanna🐺

Really did not expect that

Immediately rejects the crush, partly out of panic, because she really doesn’t want anything to change

But over time, she realizes she might like something more with your familiar

Eventually, the crush is returned

Mostly, she truly feels comfortable with it when she realizes she will always have Muriel’s support

💙Asra💙

Makes perfect sense to him; he’s loved you for years, so it’s only natural that Faust would form a bond with your familiar as well

He thinks it’s really cute, and encourages them to spend time together

Sometimes jokes with Faust about her “snake charm”

As a bonus, your familiars spending time together means that the two of you can spend more time together as well

Most definitely plans double dates (platonic or romantic)

🐍Faust🐍

Faust had a crush on your familiar before they had a crush on her

So she’s delighted to see it’s returned!

Very enthusiastic about having a partner

If your familiar is larger, then she’s hitching a ride whenever they hang out

Very cuddly for a snake, especially if your familiar gives off body heat

💜Nadia💜

Keeps her thoughts to herself while she tries to understand how exactly your familiar can have a crush on hers

She doesn’t want to judge what she doesn’t understand, so she asks you a few questions about it

Once she gets the gist of it, she’s very supportive, and finds it rather cute

Keeps an eye on Chandra though, since she knows her familiar likes her personal space, and helps to enforce boundaries

Overall thinks it’s harmless fun

🦉Chandra🦉

Eh

She’s not into romance, and let’s your familiar down as easily as she can

Still wants to be friends, but needs her own space

She’s a very solitary creature, and she has no desire to change

Will still occasionally be more affectionate to your familiar when she sees that they’re feeling down