#they know rather little about human love and especially the physical side of love

[coefore]

I did it! This is an IDW AU born while watching The Green Knight (2021), specifically from one movie shot that I'd like to redraw. I was torn on whether or not to draw them all as robots or humans, so I started making designs for their human counterparts first - mostly because it is more fun to come up with clothes and accessories. I will eventually tackle a robot version. This is a long post, btw!

Indeed, this is a completely separate version from the Lion King AU I had come up with a couple of years ago, I just borrowed the crowns because I really liked those designs lol.

But let's set the stage under the cut. You can listen to the playlist on spotify dedicated to it: I've placed the songs in sequence so that they can create a certain vibe for the scenes I had in mind. You can read the plot part while listening.

Some character traits

This royalty au supposes a parliamentary monarchy (like the UK, Spain or Japan). This work is an in-between of later Roman/early Medieval aesthetics and some Futuristic Stuff. The Autobot brand is the royal family crest, while the Decepticon brand can be used to signal the Protector and their entourage, but only in formal settings outside the nation. Usually, the Protector can show elements of the Decepticon colours (red) in their attires.

Optimus Prime

Optimus is prideful and domineering: he knows he has the power to do real damage to people. After all, he was born into royalty and has known no other life. He has anger outbursts, but that's a side effect of his paranoia. At the start of the story, he is not the prime yet. He's around 23-24, already suffering from a mental affliction much like schizophrenia, but, just as in ye old days, the court and his father (Zeta) are not really concerned about his odd behaviours. "He is just volatile", you know. He is also dramatic, making big scenes when his emotions are too cooped up. Optimus, though, is not intentionally cruel - this isn't a Shattered Glass au where he wants some kind of bloodlust sated. He has a deep inner mind, feeling much more like a philosopher and a writer than a brute. This makes him a little naive, too, having people in court (like Prowl) taking advantage of him - and sometimes even Megatron uses his influence on Optimus to stir him where he wants to. He reads a lot, is curious, and is deeply in love with Megatron - sometimes becoming a little cringy about it. He can be a bit of a goofball, telling jokes and being rather affectionate with his family. Sadly, he's a Pisces.

Megatron

Megatron is a diligent engineer who just so happens to pick the Prime's son's interest at some point while assisting his father (Terminus, a strict, distant man) in a job at court. Optimus and Megatron are the same age. He is aloof, quiet and a very good listener. That means he often allows people to speak over him or for him - that doesn't mean, however, that he isn't going to correct them or speak his mind. He is just a careful man. Coming from a rather cold family environment, he has a hard time expressing his emotions, both verbally and physically: he kisses and hugs, sure, but that doesn't come naturally to him. After becoming protector, he has a hard time getting used to the court lifestyle since he is quite bothered by the intricacies of royal "rituals", may they be clothing, hairstyles or make-up choices. Or Starscream fussing over him about that all day. He also often stands up against abuse of power, especially from Optimus. They fight quite a lot. He enjoys drawing (buildings, like architecture) and reading novels, but he's not particularly cultured. He is also, sadly, an Aquarius. (And transgender, but this has no political or social bearing in the story besides being Rodimus' biological carrier).

Prowl

Prowl is about fifteen years older than Optimus, becoming his advisor once Zeta Prime passes in "a tragic accident". He is ambitious, cunning and... Deceptive. His ultimate goal is to push Optimus to insanity, convince the parliament he is unfit to rule and become reagent in his stead. This would allow him to create an oligarchy with other senators. His words always support Optimus' delusions, abusing the Prime's naivety for his scheming. Prowl thinks of Optimus as an idiot lucky enough to be born in a high position in the social pyramid. He has attempted various times to "warn" Megatron, one of the few people who is extremely suspicious of Prowl. And by warn, I mean having him pushed down the stairs, giving him a nice broken leg. He also acts suspiciously around Rodimus.

Zeta Prime

Zeta Prime was a balanced, careful ruler. He held concerns about his son's future, as he thought Optimus wasn't fit for a leading role. He was a stern man and often frustrated by Optimus' antics. However, their relationship was on good terms. He was "found" dead by Prowl during a political meeting abroad, as he was standing in for Alpha Trion (Zeta's advisor), prompting Optimus' coronation. Zeta wasn't sick, but all primes in this AU suffer from haemophilia (a hereditary illness that makes it harder for the body to stop bleeding).

Rodimus

Rodimus was born three years into Optimus' primacy. He was brought up in a restrictive environment, as Megatron grew more suspicious of Prowl, fearing for Rodimus' safety. That translated into Rodimus feeling anxious when Megatron's not around (for too long, at least) and becoming a little jealous of him, even if it's Optimus taking Megatron's attention. Rodimus uses "dad" for Megatron and "Father" for Optimus. He doesn't like Optimus too much, usually bearing his presence and ignoring him whenever he can, but deep down he worries about his father, too. He is a very knowledgeable child with a vast vocabulary, as he enjoys books of every kind and, just like his dad, he is a good listener, learning a lot from the "adult conversations" around him. Rodimus is often seen together with Starscream (his nanny, in a way lol), who he is fond of but has difficulties showing it. He becomes Prime-to-be at the age of 16, like all Primes.

Starscream

Starscream was the royal alchemist, an inspired researcher and a man of science. He is loyal and has strong opinions on many subjects, especially on morals and ethics. That is also why, during Zeta's late reign, he was demoted to servant with the accusation of insubordination. He is still a high-grade servant, usually dealing with bureaucracy... Until a new Protector shows up, that is. As soon as Megatron becomes a Protector-to-be, he is assigned the role of first maid in assisting him, a task he takes very seriously. Although Megatron's distance and lack of interactions with him drive him quite mad at first, he slowly realises they're quite compatible. Their relationship evolves into confidants and then friends, as Megatron often takes Starscream's side. Also, Starscream has been suspicious of Prowl since day one. He enjoys Rodimus until he starts being a little opinionated pest-- but he's fond of the child, even as he grows older and more anxious. His hobby is sneaking into the court laboratories and fixing whatever annotations made by other alchemists he deems wrong.

Skywarp & Thundercracker

They are part of the Protector's entourage (and Starscream's brothers). Skywarp is a little airheaded, a bit clumsy, and usually focuses on entertainment, mostly writing poems and songs. He is the only one who knows all the intricate inner passages of the court's buildings by heart, meaning he never gets lost. Thundercracker, on the other hand, is a bit more cocky. He is built like a brick, so he helps with manual tasks and is a decent leader, usually picking up the ranks when Starscream is busy. Both of them were not demoted like their brother, they just started working at the court as high-grade servants. They are very loyal to Megatron, although they treat him more like a royal than a friend.

The Plot (generally speaking)

Optimus is interested in this one engineer working at the court he has seen a couple of times in the last few months. He is gorgeous, and it sounds like a fun time to fill in his afternoons, maybe even getting some sex out of it. That's a thing he hasn't lacked in his life, like most royals he was used to having sex workers available at whim. However, Megatron doesn't seem too affected by the Prime-to-be's attention. He is very deadpan and interested in him as a person; he finds Optimus interesting and funny, so, in a matter of weeks, they kind of hit it off, Optimus falling madly in love with this man, spending most of the time daydreaming and absolutely useless at his duties, much to Zeta's dismay.

As this love story progresses over the next couple of years, Prowl's machination starts rolling out: being a young overachiever, he patiently waits for the chance to get rid of Zeta in a way that doesn't point directly to him. After all, Prowl is trusted and seen as loyal and caring for the Primes he serves; he is an incredibly talented actor, having the support of a few Autobot senators, too. On an out-of-country political trip, he lets Zeta bleed to death, coming back home in a hurry to announce the Prime's death and rushing Optimus' coronation. At this point, Optimus is not mentally ready to hold that position; he is quickly pushed to marry Megatron, making him his Protector. In a matter of a year and a half, Optimus' mental state quickly deteriorates, allowing Prowl to take hold of the neo-Prime's decisions.

Optimus' mental illness worsens, which stresses Megatron into stirring his husband away from Prowl. Rodimus is born in that worried, paranoid environment. Although mostly wanted by Optimus as one of his fixations (and also discouraged by Prowl himself), Rodimus brings more stability to the court. Megatron finally takes hold of Optimus' volatile behaviour as Rodimus grows older, making the Prime doubt his advisor's suggestions more than once. Prowl, thus, "warns" Megatron to lay low, having him pushed down the stairs. The goal wasn't to kill Megatron but to show him Prowl could. As Rodimus turns seven, Megatron becomes more anxious and paranoid, rubbing that over to his son. Optimus doesn't allow them to go around the court or outside without being accompanied.

Prowl's hold on Optimus slowly slips away. At the time of Rodimus' coronation as a Prime-to-be, during a medical examination for his haemophilia, the court physician (Ratchet) tells him he needs to be careful, as that illness was Zeta's cause of death. That was a known thing, of course, but it made Optimus think over the mechanics of his father's death in a way only an obsession-driven man can. He confides with Megatron over his suspicion of Prowl killing his father, and finally, they seem to be on the same page on this...

This is somehow the story up to now. I don't know if I'll update it further. I just enjoy the idea of whatever can happen in this setting. I hope you enjoyed reading this wall of text.

[cyberrose2001]

Heyo! Could you write cuddling hcs for tfp, tfa and RID bumblebee? Reader is a gn plus size human btw. If it’s too many then just tfp and RID then pls ^-^ thank you!!

Bumblebee Cuddling Headcanons (sfw)

Heyooo thank you for requesting!! Haven't written hcs in a while so it's been a nice refresher!

Reader is implied to be plus sized, gender neutral and human

TFP

- The sweetest, with the gentleness of a saint.

- He will constantly beep for permission before even laying a servo on you, knowing how important it is to not push you into doing anything you dislike.

- Despite his exuberant personality, he's very timid regarding physical touch. You'll need to take the lead to give him some encouragement.

- "It's okay, Bee, c'mere."

- If you accept and take the lead, there will be no shortage of soft touches. Bee just loves how soft you feel pressed against him.

- Lay on him. Please. You're not heavy to him at all. Lay on his chest or cradle in his neck, wherever you feel most safe, as long as he can touch you.

- Will give you gentle head nudges and nuzzles in place of kisses.

RID15

- He's also considered rather sweet but exudes more passion and romance in his movements.

- If you're resting alone, Bee will gently approach you and lay a servo on your back or side.

- Especially if you're relaxing outdoors, it's even more enticing if it's under the Milky Way.

- "Hey, mind if I join you?"

- He will protectively curl around you, pulling you close to him with your hips.

- Bee loves to play with your hair/massage your head, amazed at how relaxed you get when he does.

- But what he loves even more is teasing and squeezing your squishy parts gently, finding it one of the more endearing parts about you physically.

- Gentle kisses wherever he can reach. Your back, head, tummy, hands, lips; he will appreciate and worship you like the celestial being you are.

TFA

- Expect spontaneous, affectionate cuddle sessions with this version of Bee.

- On the couch? In your comfy bed? Wherever you are, he will search for you and jump into your soft arms (metaphorically, of course, to minimise bruising).

- The one to most likely seek you out for his comfort. Either from a long day or to find refuge from the rest of Team Prime for teasing him.

- Whatever it is, he'll always come to you.

- Wants to lay on your lap and nuzzle into your soft tummy more often than not but is not opposed to the opposite.

- "Can I stay here for a little while? I promise it won't be for long..." Please don't fall for it; he always lies.

- Intense, playfully romantic staring competitions/try not to kiss each other challenges. Bee always loses, though; he just can't resist how cute you look when your face gets red, trying not to laugh.

[theogonies]

what they look for in a partner ft. the cast of touchstarved

characters: ais, mhin, vere, kuras, & leander

word count: 2k

content warnings: some suggestive elements but nothing explicit, mentions of corruption kinks (ais), brat taming (kuras), and light exhibitionism (vere and leander), leander is a little emotionally manipulative

AIS.

Considering his relationships with MC and Vere, it's not exactly a secret that Ais has a thing for brats. He loves teasing, and wants a partner who can keep up with him, giving as much as they get. He's all about the thrill of the chase, learning exactly which buttons to press to get you flustered--so don't make it too easy on him.

Surprisingly, he's not usually the one to make the first move. He'll flirt, but struggles to take initiative when things start to feel too real for his comfort.

He finds people who can find a cool head in moments of crisis insanely attractive. Whether it's pulling him back when he's about to pick a stupid fight or constructing a perfect alibi on the spot when you find yourself in trouble, the contrast between your self-control and his impulsivity always gets him itching to push your limits even further.

Humans and Monsters alike, he's grown accustomed to the absolute devotion of his followers. So being around someone who isn't constantly bowing and scraping to him is a refreshing change of pace.

He still greatly values loyalty, and it's something that he's more than willing to return--he's a ride or die type of guy. What he's not interested in is empty flattery; telling it like it is is, in his eyes, a much more valuable kind of devotion than total obedience.

I definitely think he's got a bit of a corruption kink, and is drawn to people with a more innocent, even naive personality--easier to get them flustered that way. More importantly, though, he enjoys the interplay between his impulsivity and his partner's willingness to stick by their personal code of ethics, no matter how impractical. For all the teasing he does, he has a very deep and genuine admiration for people with strong moral principles and sense of self.

The only thing he loves more than drawing out your hedonistic side is knowing that he's the only one who can do it. It's a very specific, psychological kind of possessiveness, knowing that you want him enough to show him the greedy, impure side of yourself that you hide so carefully from the rest of the world.

On the other hand, narcs are a major turn off. It's one thing to tell him off for fucking up, and another entirely to get others involved. He fantasizes about a Bonnie and Clyde, us against the world type of love.

MHIN.

Another one who isn't particularly subtle about what it takes to get them heated. Mhin loves it when you can keep up with their acerbic personality. Even more than sharp tongues, they're drawn to people who are physically assertive enough to follow through on their threats.

Mhin is all bark and no bite, a fact that they're very much aware of. Deep down, they desperately want to feel safe and protected. It's not exactly that they're insecure; they don't have any hang ups about their own strength. But it's exhausting to keep their guard up all the time. So, they figure that their perfect match is their perfect equal--and 90% of their bluster is just that, a test so see who's willing to break past their emotional barriers and strong enough to keep up with them.

They're a switch, and definitely have a thing for size difference. One of their biggest fantasies is dominating a partner who's bigger than themself.

One of Mhin's most immediate turn-offs is people who look too clean and polished all the time. They're enamored by scarring and callouses--basically, the physical traces of a person's life, especially those associated with hard work. They're not particularly interested in fashion or flashy clothes, either; rather than being with someone who's always up on the latest styles, they admire those who know how to make things last, and who would rather underdress than overdress.

It's not hard to get them flustered. Put them in a good ol' fashioned kabedon, whisper simple praises in their ear, and they'll absolutely melt (not that they would ever admit that to you, of course). Mhin's affection is very subtle, blink and you'll miss it (they're big on acts of service, and usually quite sneaky about it), but they like partners who are more forward than themself, whether verbally or physically.

While they are a loving partner (once you break past those oh-so-strong emotional walls), Mhin isn't a super relationship-oriented person. They have goals of their own outside of romance, and would prefer to be with someone who feels the same way, supporting each other in the pursuit of their own, independent dreams.

VERE.

It's not exactly that Vere is a commitment-phobe. When he falls for someone, he falls fast and hard, and he's never been one to be secretive about his feelings. But he views relationships of all kinds--platonic, romantic, sexual, even antagonistic--with a kind of levity that can be offputting to many. Love, to him, is a game, and he has zero interest in dropping out of the race the moment he takes the lead, so to speak.

Even in a committed, monogamous relationship, Vere is a flirt and a bit of a player--with his partner and outsiders alike. In his eyes, it's not a sign of disloyalty, but rather, a way of keeping the spark alive. Possessiveness is an immediate dealbreaker for him (although he's not opposed to a good ol' jealousy fueled romp in the sheets--that's half the fun of teasing).

Vere tends to bottom more often than he tops, but he's attracted to switches far more than he is fully dominant types. He likes having dynamic interplay in a relationship, especially sexual, and wants to be with someone that isn't content with always falling back into the same old routines.

Physical attraction is very important to Vere, although he doesn't necessarily require that his partner is conventionally attractive. He's especially drawn to unique senses of style and physical traits--a particularly intense look in a person's eyes, a scar or blemish that gives their face an interesting character, even an interesting tilt to the way they hold themself. The only thing he loves more than standing out in a crowd on his own is hanging off the arm of someone who does the same, intentionally or not.

He likes to imagine himself and his partner as a power couple--the two most powerful personas in the room, the ones that everyone else wants to either fuck or become.

While he is very attracted to confidence, there's a bit of a feedback loop here, because he's also extremely good at psyching up his partner's self-image--stick with Vere long enough, and it's hard not to see yourself as someone powerful and desirable.

Massive tit guy. 'nuff said.

KURAS.

Kuras is also attracted to oddballs and quirky types, although unlike Vere, he's not super interested in physical appearance or their ability to stick out in a crowd. He's much more drawn to interesting personalities: people with unique tics, speech patterns, responses, and the like.

His favorite part of relationships (sexual, romantic, and otherwise) is gradually learning what makes the other person tick, so unless he gets the sense that there's something interesting lingering under the surface, it can be hard to get his attention. He needs to feel like there's some kind of puzzle to be solved, and a tricky one at that.

On the other hand, once his curiosity has been captured, he's an incredibly attentive partner--even if it's not entirely unlike the kind of attention an entomologist would give a bug under the microscope.

He's also drawn to outspoken, forthright personalities to counter his more polite and subdued persona. There's something he finds incredibly amusing about a person who speaks their mind even when they know it'll get them into trouble.

For that reason, Kuras is, much like Ais, attracted to bratty types. Unlike Ais, he expects them to learn the rules at some point down the line. While his form of discipline is a gentle, cool-headed one, he still views himself as more of a teacher than a playmate.

He very much prefers to feel in control of a given situation (even if that isn't immediately obvious in the way he presents himself). It can make him stubborn, to the extent that he'll reject the advances of a person he's interested in just because he wants to be the one to confess.

While this characteristic can make him come across as rather clinical in his approach, it gets its chance to shine when paired with his detail-oriented nature. From a grand confession of love to a simple weeknight dinner date, he's extremely methodical about preparing the perfect romantic atmosphere for his partner's tastes, from the locale and decor to the scent of his cologne.

While his partner needn't necessarily come across as kind at first impression, it is deeply important to Kuras that they have a good, generous heart. All the better if he gets to be the one to make them feel safe showing it to the world.

He likes 'em a little clingy and needy, too. Independence isn't necessarily a turn-off, but he needs to feel like all the effort he puts in is appreciated, or he'll move on to some other curiosity.

LEANDER.

We all know that this man loves to flirt, and in a much more grandiose, romantic sense of the word than Vere or Ais at that. In the same way that he gets a bit of a rush putting his strength to use in a fight, he likes using his charm and good looks to get a reaction out of people.

That's not to say his teasing is ingenuine; Leander comes on strong because he knows what he's looking for, from his partner's looks and the way they carry themself in a crowded room to the way they respond to his advances. He wants to be with someone who'll fall as fast and hard as he does, and as manipulative of a tactic as it may be, he's willing to put on the mask of a romantic until he finds the one that responds in kind.

Leander doesn't play games. Once he commits himself to a person, that's it. His absolute devotion is yours, and he expects that loyalty to be returned. Some of his biggest turn-offs are people who don't seem sure of what they want, or who won't express their feelings to him straightforwardly. He'll put up with some level of shyness, but too much beating around the bush and he starts to feel more like a therapist than a partner.

Total ass man. He has no compunctions about grabbing it in public to get a rise out of you--not to mention how utterly shameless he is behind closed doors.

He also really likes long hair. He has a lot of restless energy and tends to fidget when forced to stay still for long periods of time, so playing with your hair is one of his favorite ways to calm his mind. Braiding it and running his hands through it if it's straight, or spiraling your curls around his fingers--he doesn't mind either way, just wants it silky-soft and long enough to play with. (He also loooooves helping you wash and care for it.)

He's very physically affectionate in private, and even more so in public. He likes showing his partner off, and being shown off by them. To some this might make him come across as rather shallow (his favorite date nights involve going to bars or out dancing--anywhere that gives him the opportunity to turn some heads), but to him, it's a way of demonstrating that no matter how many may want him, he's decided you're the only one deserving of his attention.

[comicaurora]

Have you seen the new Superman show on adult swim? Himbo Clark Kent rights

It's off to an extremely encouraging start! Thoughts under the cut!

I like how they portray Clark's super-strength and how comfortable he is flying and using super-speed. They really feel like innate characteristics of his body rather than powers he switches on and off - things he keeps toned down when people are watching, but things that are always present regardless. The number of times I've pulled a push door or shoved something that was stuck and thought "if I had super-strength I wouldn't get a Take Two on this because my hand would've gone straight through that" is clearly something the showrunners have also thought about. This Clark lives in a world of cardboard and physically cannot stop himself from putting his hand through it at least once a day.

There's a physicality to the way Clark takes hits that really communicates how little he feels them most of the time. Eyes open, mouth closed, immediately getting back into the fight after getting punched into a crater. This is stuff I also think about when I draw supernaturally tough characters in combat situations, and it's cool to see someone else doing it - especially since one of my very few complaints about the older DCAU is that Superman always took every hit like it was a fully incapacitating blow, which Worf'd him pretty constantly.

I also like that we have so far never seen Clark angry. We've seen him scared, flustered, disappointed - but not angry. Even in fights where he's taking serious hits, he's only motivated by wanting to protect and save people, even his opponents - he so far has never been motivated by a desire to destroy. That feels like very good writing for Superman.

It's currently a little unclear how exactly his powerset is scaling - it looks like the blue-eye-glow-and-suit-emblem thing is a legitimate powerup that lets him hit harder and recover faster than his normal baseline, but how exactly that works isn't clear yet - although that is very obviously going to be a plot point later, since they keep giving him little flashes of the story of Krypton's destruction and what shenanigans they were getting up to when it exploded.

On that note, Kryptonian tech has never looked or felt so otherworldly. I love the distorted electronic backward-voice choir they use exclusively for when Clark is on the ship. I love that hologram Jor-El can't speak English, but can clearly understand Clark - also this is the coolest Jor-El has ever looked. Some comics wax poetic about how Clark is an alien space god who only pretends to be human, but I like how this show is firmly putting Clark on the side of the audience with regards to how unsettling the "alien space god" vibes truly are. He can't understand the nature of the ship or the words of its holographic inhabitant, he's not really interested in what it means or where it came from - he just wants to know who he is, or rather who Superman should be. And I like that he concludes that Superman should be him - the heroics he was already doing, except this time on purpose. Superman should not be this spooky glowing alien god thing, even if that's the vibe we get from Krypton itself.

I like that the ship gave Superman his modern no-underpants-on-the-outside suit and Ma Kent was like "we can do better than that" and added the underpants back on.

I also like how much setup there is for future plot stuff that a DC-familiar audience can see coming. Clark hasn't used any of his vision-based powers yet, and it's possible he doesn't know they exist. No sign of Lex Luthor or Kryptonite yet, two problems we know will become more severe with time. We've already got Amanda Waller being stoically nefarious in the background. Young Hot Deathstroke is a hell of a design choice and I am Here For It.

I also appreciate how many little referential jokes are packed into the dialogue, ranging from the obvious "it's a bird it's a plane" to some hella deep pulls like Jimmy Olson's youtube channel.

And fundamentally I love how this show starts from the jump with the thesis that friendly, humble, Normal Man Clark is the real person, and Superman is the job that Clark Kent does. The title of the show is "My Adventures With Superman." The POV character is Clark. He is the "my" in that title. This is Clark's story about Superman.

I really, really hope Batman eventually shows up, because this Superman would make that hilarious.

[confetticoloredclowns]

𓆩Bob Velseb x Reader HCs𓆪

Wooooo, first (official) post on this absolute garbage fire of an app. And of course it's Bob ✋💀 but is anyone really complaining? Because I'm sure not. Anyways this post was made really late at night, and there may be grammar and spelling mistakes because I'm running a fever rn- so I'm sorry 😭

CW+TW; Cannibalism, Murder, Knife mentions, Blood mentions, NSFW at the end ;)

🜲 Bob's a big guy, I think we all know this- but he's also really, really comfortable. And warm. He's the best cuddle buddy, hands down. The butcher man will often times pick you up from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck while mumbling something like "I've missed ya, sugar" after a long day of "work".

🜲 He almost always has his hands on you, even in public! He's usually got an arm wrapped around your waist, or a hand on your shoulder. Hell, sometimes he's even HOLDING you. It's really sweet, but sometimes unexpected or overwhelming.

🜲 Bob is really big on cuddles! He's either got you in his lap, or snuggled up to his side. Sometimes the big guy falls asleep on you; rather effectively trapping you in your spot until he wakes up. It's all in good nature, of course, it just means that he loves you.

🜲 PRAISE. Both giving and receiving, Bob LOVES it! Especially from you. Speaking of which, you'll usually have a "You look stunnin' t'night, sweetpea. I could just eat you up" or a "Not even angels compare to what you've got, sweetness" whispered into your ear. Bob never fails to make you blush.

🜲 Big guy is very protective. If another person is even THINKING about trying to hurt his little darlin' consider them dead in an instant. That goes for bastards trying to flirt with you, too. You're HIS and his only.

🜲 Bob's anger can get ahold of him sometimes, and it's overwhelming. But he'd never, EVER take it out on you- you mean too much to him. Most of the time he'll just leave for a few minutes, before coming back covered in blood. Sure, red stains get everywhere but it could be worse!

🜲 His knife is the same as his anger. He'd never draw it on you (unless you reeeaallllllly asked him to). Sure, he's a cannibal and all- but the idea of knowing that he hurt you? Bob doesn't like to think or even TALK about it. The idea is often shoved down with a "Hm. Interestin'. Anyhow, did ya hear 'bout the news this mornin'?"

🜲 Bob has, and will try to get you to eat "Long Pork" as he calls it. You know damn well it's human meat, and have expressed your discomfort with consuming the substance. But Bob is persistent, always saying something like "Awh, C'mon, sweetness. Just a bite? I promise it ain't all that bad. Tastes just like Pork!" And "I'll give ya some special Lovin' if ya try iiitt~"

🜲 He also really, really likes cooking for you! Any dish you can think of, he's got the skills to do it! Which often leads to him making you all your favorite meals whenever you're sick, or feeling down. Physical contact, acts of service and personal time are his love language, after all.

🜲 Bob also really enjoys giving you tiny little trinkets! Anything that be finds on his victims that he thinks you might like, he's taking. Sure the items are always a little bloody, but that can just be washed right off!

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🜲 Bob is a horny motherfucker 24/7. He's really good at hiding it, but goddamn it doesn't take much to get this man going at all. Cuddling usually always turns into him slamming his hips up into you, biting down on your shoulder just to hear those delicious little noises you make.

🜲 He has good stamina, surprisingly. He'll have you pinned down to the bed, practically cockdrunk from how many times you've came- and he's still going, fast, too. "Just one more round, sugar. I promise I'm almost done" Bob usually lasts anywhere from 3-6 rounds, only to just collapse and nearly fall asleep right on top of you.

🜲 Aftercare with Bob is always some of the sweetest moments; him cradeling you in his arms, usually humming a little tune as he peppers kisses along your face and neck. Any bruises or marks left upon your skin always end up being kissed, Bob uttering a gentle apology under his breath.

🜲 Overall, being in a relationship with this big, lovable cannibal man is wild. But in the best ways possible <3

[writersdrug]

Random Konig Headcanons

I have writer's block for Ch. 2 of I Don't Need You, so here's a treat for you and a palate cleanser for me. Enjoy! Short but fun. Established relationship. Let me know if you guys want an NSFW Pt. 2!

He definitely listens to Rammstein. While he works out or showers, he's playing their music, and similar bands. Sometimes - hardly ever - you're lucky enough to catch him humming along.

He's a little bit of a control freak. He likes his desk to be neat, with a specific spot for his coffee cup, a pen, pencil and sharpie always within reach, and his chair always pushed in when he wasn't in it. He also folds everything, shirts, pants, socks, you name it. Not a single piece of clothing crumpled or dropped on the floor (which, of course, you never complained about). For this very reason, he hated when he lived in shared dorms with people who just dropped their shit near their cot and called it a day. He was so relieved to get his own room, tidy and orderly.

That sniper hood gets MUSTY after missions. When you see him, first thing after he returns to base, your first instinct is to lift the hood and kiss him underneath it. The first time you tried that, however, was the last time, after you caught a whiff of two weeks worth of unwashed face and sweaty t-shirt. He laughed at your near-death-experience there, before you sent him off to wash up. He sat in your shared room, sniper mask off and in the wash, just breathing in the clean air and enjoying being out of that thing for a few moments.

He's definitely forgotten to lift the hood before he moves a bite of food into this mouth. Same with water or coffee.

He loves observing you. Not in a creepy, perverted, peeping-tom kinda way. But he loves to watch you talk about something, getting lost in your own world when you do. Especially when you talk about your interests and stories. He loves to watch your mannerisms when you do everyday tasks; like the way you purse your lips to the right side when you're concentrating, the way your nose scrunches at the end of a yawn, the way you love to wrap around his bicep when the two of you are sitting together. Again, pretty typical things, but the way you do them is what makes it so interesting to Konig.

If he's angry, he goes to you. You'll listen to him vent, and you'll be perfectly honest with him - whether he is right to be mad, or if you think he should try to see it from the other point of view. And he listens to you because you're honest. Other people would be too scared and would just agree with him regardless.

If you're mad, he knows to stay quiet and let you get it all out. If you want solutions, you'll ask. Otherwise, he's on listening duty.

If you get mad at him, it never turns into a full-blown argument. When it comes to you, Konig makes sure to listen to everything you have to say, only speaking when you've finished your part. He never raises his voice at you, and he really does try to see it from your eyes. Even if he does end up disagreeing with you, he always says it with kindness and love. Sometimes it irks you, how good he is at being so... amazing, as a human being.

It's unspoken, but when you casually need help from him, he feels like the strongest man on earth. When you ask him to reach something for you (sometimes he'll show off by lifting you towards whatever it is, rather than getting it himself), or even when you ask him to help you find something. He just likes feeling like he is needed and appreciated.

Sometimes you'll ask him to help braid your hair, because you're "just too tired" after your shower - which is bullshit. You just love the feeling of his hands running through your hair, freshly shampooed and conditioned or not. Konig knows this, but is happy regardless. He's really good at braiding your hair now, and he's just happy to have the quality time and physical touch with you.

He especially loves it when he gets to carry you around, which isn't too often. But he loves when you get just a little too tipsy at the bar with the team. You'll challenge Soap to shots every single time, arguing that last time was different and that you've built up your tolerance since then. Of course, you'll end up nodding off at the bar after three shots or so, while Soap is mostly still sober. Konig gets to pick you up - bridal style or sack-of-potatoes style - in front of the guys, saying it's time for the two of you to head back. He loves being able to show everyone that he's your protector, your designated person. He's the one you chose out of everyone there, and damn if that doesn't feel good...

He adores it when the two of you cuddle, especially when you're both on your sides, his face nuzzled in right below your chest, with his arms wrapped around your waist. You'll be leaning against the headboard, arms wrapped around his head, one hand running your fingers through his soft hair. He'll be so tall that his feet might be hanging off of the end of the bed, but he doesn't care. He's too preoccupied with planting soft kisses onto your stomach while you hum contentedly.

As much as you do, Konig LOVES when you play with his hair. He'll sit in his office chair, eyes closed, sniper hood in his hand, while you sit on his desk behind him and run your fingers through his soft locks. You'll braid a small group of strands, then unravel and comb it out with your fingers. Sometimes it put him to sleep, it's so damn relaxing. Of course, half of what makes it relaxing is your presence, and your soft humming while you work. Other times, when you're feeling a little left out of the fun, you'll start tugging gently on his hair, pulling a little harder each time, until Konig starts groaning with desire, knuckles white as he clenches the arms of his chair. Soon after, he shows you why it was a dangerous idea to toy with him so innocently.

Overall, Konig is a simple man with simple needs: to be needed, to be wanted, and to be appreciated. He wants to be seen as the caring and thoughtful person he tries to be, and he wants to feel like you love him just as much as he loves you.

[redheadspark]

hawuu can I request Druig with 9. casually kissing their partner

A/N - HAWWUU! I love this for Druig, thanks for requesting this, friend!

Safe With Me

Summary - Your love for Druig was your best-kept secret. But not for long

Warning - Just fluff :)

You didn’t meant to let it slip, not really.

Having Druig as your boyfriend was the best-kept secret that you have kept for the last hundred years, give or take.  It was a mutual decision, both you and Druig wanted to keep it under wraps from the very beginning.  On your end, it was simply because you never wanted it to jeopardize your mission on the planet with the humans.  The last thing you wanted to do was to be on the bad side of Ajak, someone whom you admired and thought of as a mentor or yours.  

Druig’s reason to keep it private was simple: he wanted you to himself.

Druig was not one to be selfish, in fact, he was the opposite.  He loved to care for the humans, even while the others did not see it most of the time.  He would rather keep his selfless heart private and do good works in the darkness and out of plain sight.  It made him seem aloof and standoffish, which was far from the truth when it came to Druig and his character.  

He wanted to keep his love for you and your relationship together private.  It was something sacred to the pair of you, having one another and leaning on one another in such an intimate manner.  Especially to Druig, since he felt like he was under a microscope with Ikaris and Ajak all the time, the last thing he wanted to deal with was judgment of his love life.

You didn’t care, not In the way Druig would love you and make you feel like the luckiest being in the universe.  He was a huge fan of physical touch, whether you two were out in public or in private.  Although when you two were out and about, he simply stood at your side and nothing past that.  Because of you two being constantly busy and needing to be in different places from one another.  

But once you two were alone, Druig’s affection heightened.  He would wrap his arms around you and tuck you in close, he would kiss you loudly as if you two hadn’t seen each other for hours and hours on end, even in the way he had you in bed It would take your breath away.  You were falling for him more and more as time went by, the love you two had started small like a bud of a planet but blossomed over time.  No matter that it was a hidden secret, or that you two seemed to be walking on eggshells when it came to being around the others on the Ship or amongst the humans, you still loved him.

It happened one day when you two were helping Phastos with one of his newer inventions, Makkari doing inventory of her most recent treasures that she collected from the human city that you were all in.  The rest of the Eternals were out on patrol for Deviants, a few of them were seen to the South and out near the rural lands that most of the human hunters would go to to find food.  It felt like the four of you in the Domo, Phastos asking for you all to help him with some ideas for another invention that he wanted to run by Ajak. 

“Come on, this has got to work!” Phastos huffed as he had his hands on his hips and looked at the rotating hologram of a new object and invention he wanted to perfect.  Druig was perched in his favorite spot on a bench against the wall, munching on some dates in a bowl while Makkari was writing away at the treasures in front of her at her own little table.  You were next to the inventor, looking at the hologram and humming to yourself.

“Wouldn’t this be too much for them?  We’ve barely introduced plowing to them,” You advised him carefully, knowing that this would be a touchy subject with your friend.  Phastos gave you a side eye, though you knew he would never be mad at you since you two were rather close compared to some of the others.  You were one of the only ones to talk Phastos in a calming way and help him with his inventions, giving him good comments and well-described criticism.  

“How about you make it…simpler?” You suggested, seeing that the inventor was bout to huff at you and start an argument when you immediately went on, “This is brilliant, Phastos.  But perhaps it needs a tweak here and there,” 

Phastos, drinking in what you were telling him, merely hummed and thought to himself for a long time.  You could tell he was thinking hard and trying to figure it out in his head, you looked over your shoulder at Druig who was smiling at the interaction between the pair of you.  He seemed content perched on the bench, snack away and low-key judging the invention that was hovering over your heads.

“I think I can take a few things off, but it’s still brilliant!” Phastos said with a smile, then shoving his shoulder against yours as his way to say thank you. You giggled, walking away from him and over to Druig who popped another date in his mouth while you made your way to the bench to sit next to him.

“Look at you making a move,” Druig commented in a snort.  You shrugged, Druig then leaning over to kiss you on the cheek.  Neither of you was thinking about what he just did, it was just a simple kiss and nothing too heated. But of course, once Druig kissed your cheeks and you felt a hint of flush on your skin, the fourth person in the room was the one who saw it instantly.  

Makkari, who was grinning widely and looked like she caught a scandal.

Both you and Druig saw her look at the pair of you, her eyes wide and a massive smile was right on her face. The way she was watching the pair of you, you’ve seen that look before.  Makkair always had a knack for catching information from others when they never realized it, her sticky fingers were just as powerful as her speed and her knack of being sneaky.  Yet you need to think you would be on the end of being caught by Makkari.

This was the first time any Eternal found either of you kissing one another, let alone being close in that way before.  You both were beyond careful, not standing too close together or lingering for too long. Not that you both didn’t trust the others or cared what they were thinking about you both being a couple, but you wanted to keep this together and not share it.  

Neither you nor Druig moved, you trying to think of something to tell her to not say a word.  Makkari was not a gossip by nature, but she knew how to handle the gossip when it was placed in her lap in the best way.  

But it was Makkari who finally communicated, her smile still evident on her face as she signed:

I already knew.  I won’t say a word.

Both you and Druig looked from her at each other, clearly both confused and in shock at how Makkari would already know about your secret relationship.  Then again, Makkari wasn’t going to be the kind of person who would run off and gossip to the next person who would listen, that seemed to be Kingo’s kind of style or Sprite.  But with Makkari, who had a heart of gold and was a god friend of both yourself and Druig, there was no real sense of danger or worry.

In fact, you felt…fine with it.

“Everything okay back there with you two?  You’re awfully quiet, which worries me,” Phastos asked in a snort as he looked back at both yourself and Druig.  You hummed and nodded, Druig clearing his throat and grabbed the bowl of dates to at least have something in his hands.

“Nothin’ for ya to be worried about.  Don’t ya have another invention to look over?” Druig asked nonchalantly, Phastos rolling his eyes and looking back at his new hologram that was now over his work table.  Druig immediately threw a date in Makkari’s direction.  

She of course dodged it, laughing as she did.

The End.

[hongthoven]

Mondays ain't so bad after all | Hongjoong x reader (smut)

hongjoong x fem!reader - established relationship

tw: smut, extremely comforting boyfriend!hongjoong

✒️ you've had quite a day at work. Basically, it's a Monday and nothing goes right. All you need is to go home to your boyfriend and let him take care of you.

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This day was neverending and judging by the look on your face as you caught a brief glimpse of your camera during a zoom call that seemed to last forever, it was definitely time for you to go home. You had lost count of the calls and meetings you had to attend - probably more than a single human could handle- and your growling stomach was an obvious reminder of the lunchbox abandoned on the edge of your desk, still filled with the meal you had diligently prepared the night before, foolishly thinking you’d have time for a break today. There was just something about Mondays and how everyone seemed to have emergency requests for you to deal with before the end of the day and now here you were, trying your best to cover your yawns as you were forced to attend a video call where everyone just seemed to go through their entire schedule of the week while you’d just rather be home, in the comfiness of your bed, comfortably nesting against Hongjoong’s chest. Your attention was definitely gone as soon a you tried to picture him in his “lazy” day off sweatpants and simple, plain white tee, especially now that he had granted you with selfies of his stupidly gorgeous, sleepy face.

God you loved that man. Sometimes you even had to take a moment to yourself to actually process your own feelings for Hongjoong. Never in a million years would you have thought it was actually possible to love someone this hard. He was your happy place, your comfort zone and everything you ever needed. Especially on days like these when work was getting a little too much. The simple thought of coming home to Hongjoong was enough for you to deal with the last couple minutes of absolute Hell. Without him by your side, you’d probably be crying and dangerously flirting with all the premises of a burn-out.

You barely paid your goodbyes to all the other attendants as you snapped your laptop closed, sighing to yourself as you finally called it a day. It was almost 10PM now and your head was still burning from a headache pills had failed to soothe and the rage of being the only one left in the building at this stupid time in the evening.

Tilting your head back against the mirror in the elevator as it took you to the underground parking lot, your hand instinctively reached for your phone, ready to text your boyfriend and let him know you’d be there soon but your eyes were immediately caught by the sight of his absolute dream of a face staring at you, turning your pout into a smile as you found yourself wishing you could just teleport into your bed by his side and smooch him until you were both left gasping for air. You could feel the beating of your heart increasing, just thinking of him and the long hours spent in bed. You knew Hongjoong was a heavy sleeper and god knows you had seen him fall asleep in the most random places, including a nightclub, without a single bother in the world. An Earthquake could never wake him up when he was this tired, but he was also the kind of man to get bored easily whenever he wasn’t overstimulated and somehow, lazy days in bed were only his thing whenever you were there to keep him company.

You called him as soon as your phone connected to your car’s bluetooth system. Not only did you miss his face, body and entire person, but now you just physically needed to hear his voice.

“Baby… Where are you? I’m bored”

His raspy voice and whiny tone almost made you clench in your seat. That man simply had you in a chokehold and you never complained one bit about it.

“On my way now… I had the longest, shittiest day, I really need some cuddles right now…”

“What my baby wants, my baby gets” he instantly replied, eager to please.

Now you just couldn’t wait to get home, wishing all the red lights would turn green as you drove to the speed of lights to meet the love of your life again to forget about that stupid day and anything work related.

The place was quiet and all the lights dimmed as you walked through the door, kicking your stilettos off your feet only to let them rest messily on the wooden floor. Usually you would take the time to put them back onto your shelf, hook your handbag and jacket on the coat-rack but today, you couldn’t be bothered as you dropped everything to rush towards the bedroom like a child meeting her parents at the school gates.

Hongjoong was still laying in bed, one of his legs resting above the sheets with one arm bent behind the pillow, eyes on the wall as some random netflix show was playing from the video projector. You both had decided to get one a couple months ago when thinking about your favorite days spent in bed binge-watching a show or your favorite movies with your entire white wall as a screen. So far, none of you had any regrets about this purchase even though you ended up missing half of the programs most of the time ‘cause you were simply unable to keep your hands off each other.

“Long day?” Hongjoong almost whispered as you crashed on top of him, your face instantly buried into his chest as you finally let out the longest, frustrated groan. His scent was the most comforting smell ever to you and enough to soothe all the anger as soon as you took a deep breath into his shirt like he was your childhood cuddly toy. Hongjoong had never been a fan of strong fragrances and always wore some fancy body lotion instead, making him recognizable in a crowded room - or maybe, you were simply addicted and couldn’t miss a step of your boyfriend wherever you’d go.

As the sensitive, cautious boyfriend he was, Hongjoong allowed you to rant about all the things going wrong at work that day, never interrupting or trying to make you see things in a different aspect. He knew too well how you just needed to let things out, only asking for advice when you genuinely needed his input on things. One of his hands was already tangled into your hair, brushing it softly while the other was tickling your lower back, making sure to push all the right buttons to calm you down without a word.

When you were finally done ranting, Hongjoong simply pinched your chin between his fingers to make your eyes meet, softly pecking your lips with the cutest smile.

“How are you feeling now, baby? 1 to 10?”

“About 4” You sighed, a little relieved to be home in his arms but your mind still stuck at work for stupid reasons.

“4 is terrible, I won’t take 4 for an answer…” he pouted, kissing you again once, then twice, his hand pulling at your hair a little tighter to deepen your embrace as his tongue slipped between your lips to brush yours in the softest, most delicate way.

“Then do something about it…” you moaned, a little out of breath as you broke the kiss to stare into his eyes. While you could already see a little sparkle starting to ignite in his pupils, your body still needed to rest and calm down first. Over years of dating, you had learned that - no matter how good and exciting that was - angry sex wasn’t the solution to your problems. Sure it would keep your mind off things for a short while and release some tension, but at the end of the day, nothing would come close to the peaceful state of being spooned and tightly hugged by your boyfriend. Wherever it would lead.

“How about we get you out of these clothes and shower first?” he asked, nibbling at your earlobe as you smiled, unable to content your enthusiasm at the thought of it. When it came to taking care of you, Hongjoong would go absolutely all the way to make sure you would go from a 4 to a 10 and while you often praised yourself on being an independent woman, in times of need, you were more than happy to let him be in charge and pamper you like a doll.

Your work attire was pooling at your feet in no time as Hongjoong stripped you both off to lead you towards the bathroom, making sure the water was warm enough before he pulled you into the cabin along with him.

“Is it okay?” he asked, stepping behind you so you stood directly under the shower head, soaking your head and shoulders wet as he grabbed the shampoo bottle. Nodding to give him all the green lights, you couldn’t help but moan in absolute bliss as soon as Hongjoong started to wash your hair, massaging your scalp in the softest way, pressing his thumbs in your favorite spots as your body became limp under his touch. While you had shared a thousand showers before, mostly because you were both in a rush and couldn’t wait for the other to be done, nothing could possibly beat the extra care of your boyfriend soaping you up and cleaning you off the complete misery of a Monday.

As soon as your hair was rinsed off, you couldn’t help but turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him on the lips, pulling his body closer to yours as he locked you between his chest and the tiled wall. There was something about the warmth of his skin and the coldness of the tiles that made you shiver with excitement as you were both caught in the moment, softly moaning into each other’s mouths while Hongjoong didn’t miss an occasion to soap your shoulders up, all the way down your arms, hips, stomach then back up again until both his hands were fondling your breasts, his thumbs occasionally grazing your erected nipples.

His entire body reacted as soon as his name escaped your lips with a moan, his eyes staring into yours as he was now the one standing underwater. He looked absolutely exquisite with his wet, split hair falling down his eyes and a thin water line dripping down his chin, his lips a little red from kissing you too long. You didn’t know exactly how and when one of your legs had ended up lifted against his hip, but here you were, core fully exposed against his inevitable boner as he slowly grinded himself along your slit, looking for any sort of relief. Still, he never went as far as pushing himself into you and focused on cleaning you up instead, soaping your entire body up with his hardened cock tightly tucked between your thighs.

Showering had never taken so long but you felt instantly refreshed and a thousand times more peaceful than earlier as Hongjoong handed you one of his oversized t-shirts once you were back in your bedroom. His hair still wet, a couple droplets falling from his blond locks, Hongjoong was now back into a fresh pair of sweatpants and -to your demand- nothing more.

“What should we watch?” he asked once you were both back in bed and getting comfortable as he spooned you.

“Whatever, I don’t care…” you almost hummed as you closed your eyes for a minute, feeling a little too comfy now that you had his body keeping you warm under the covers. You definitely could fall asleep any minute but still fought drowsiness as much as you could, just so you would enjoy some more quality time with the love of your life.

Hongjoong eventually put on a random show you’d seen before, just so you could eventually fall asleep with no regrets. The room went silent for a while as you simply enjoyed the calm following the awful storm of a Monday, his arms tightly wrapped around you as you pushed your back a little closer to him, only to brush his crotch with your bare ass. You knew there was a reason why Hongjoong had suggested you’d wear nothing but his t-shirt, offering him a whole playground to himself without the struggle of untangling your legs from your underwear. Still, as the gentleman he always was -except for the occasions when you made it very clear you needed him to be rude and much rougher than usual- Hongjoong waited for your greenlight to go any further.

It wasn’t long until you started grinding your ass against his length, reaping a growl against your neck as he started pummeting his lips over your skin while following your lead. By now, the show playing in the background was long gone as your only goal was to have your boyfriend inside of you as soon as possible. Though you didn’t need much prep, Hongjoong still reached for your chin to slip two of his fingers between your lips, coating them with your saliva as you made sure to swallow him knuckle deep, purposely moaning to get him harder. You knew what drove him crazy and you’d never be caught not using your special girlfriend privileges in times like these.

“Fuck baby, soaked already?” Hongjoong half-chuckled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he slowly traced your slit with the tips of his fingers, barely taking a dip as you moved forward a little just so you could bend your leg and grant him better access to the place you needed him the most.

Hongjoong knew exactly how to touch you. How you needed his entire palm to cover your pussy, keeping it warm as he circled your clit with his thumb, almost painfully slow to get your properly drenched. You could definitely feel yourself spilling into his palm already, soaking it as he made sure to to tease your entrance, barely dipping the tip of his fingers until he eventually pushed them in, collecting a long, delicious moan from your lips as he found himself once again amazed with the tightness of your cunt.

He was a patient, perfectionist lover. Always taking his time and making sure he had you begging for more. Never in a rush unless you were both in a rut and unable to content yourselves, going for a quickie in the most random places - Never skipping on foreplay and always, always making sure you came first, as many times as he wished you to.

Pushing your hair to the side to suck on your neck as he fingered you in such a slow pace you could feel every fiber of your aching hole sucking him in and out, Hongjoong started to leave a few marks along your skin, taking an occasional bite as he praised you for taking him so well right before he started to increase his pace, hooking his fingers so he would hit your special spot every time he pushed into you a little harder. Soon enough, the room was filled with both your moans and his groans merely covering the obscene squishy sound of your cunt being fingered into bliss.

Whimpering into your pillow, both hands clenched around it, you couldn’t take it anymore. While his fingers worked magic, you needed more, you needed to be filled entirely and to connect with Hongjoong in a way only you were lucky to.

“Baby…” you almost purred, letting him know you were ready for more, your voice holding no secret to him after years of sharing a life together.

“What’s that, baby?” Hongjoong still teased, cause sometimes he could be a little fuck finding his peak in the way you begged for his dick. You knew he wanted to hear you plead as his fingers left you empty and almost gaping, his palm reaching for your backside as he squeezed one of your cheeks for a while before traveling down from your crack to your slit until you were cooked.

“P–please… Joongie” you mewled, pushing your ass into his pelvis once more like you had been sex deprived for years when not a single day went by without him drilling you.

With a satisfied, almost sadistic chuckle, Hongjoong eventually caved, ruffling behind you to push his sweatpants down his thighs, wiggling a little to adjust himself until his boner was tightly tucked between your ass cheeks, his tip flirting with your crack for a brief second, making you wince at the thought of having him there again and the previous, painful yet mind-blowing attempts at him fucking you in the ass before- but after a painful couple minutes of teasing, Hongjoong finally locked one of his arms in front of your chest and into your shirt to keep you still against him as he pushed himself into you, filling you up to the brim in one slow, single thrust.

Keeping still, Hongjoong rested his chin against your shoulder, his hand palming your breast as you inhaled deeply to compose yourself a little. While his dick was definitely familiar, it still took your breath away everytime he thrusted into you balls deep only to stay there, absolutely motionless.

You don’t know how long you stayed like this, finally sparing a fair percent of your attention to the show playing on the wall as your boyfriend kept fondling your chest while buried inside of you, but you definitely felt thankful for Hongjoong as you realized all of the stress from work was definitely gone for good.

Now all you needed was him to fuck you to sleep.

“Joongie?” you broke the silence with that tone you liked to use whenever you needed something from him, and boy did he know it too well.

“Yes, princess?”

For a brief second, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had felt you clench around him at the sound of his special pet name for you. Then again, anything coming out of his stupidly perfect mouth was an inevitable kink of yours.

“Can you move?” you asked, like it was the hardest favor you could request from him.

“Gotta be a little specific, love…” he smiled, obviously playing.

Now, you knew your boyfriend and every single one of his kinks, from the softest to the unspeakable ones, so it was no surprise he’d ask for you to be loud about your needs and to use actual, precise words. Hongjoong had many questionable turn-ons, but his perpetual need for you to beg was definitely on the “okay” line of your scale.

“Please fuck me”

You had to admit you weren’t much of a talker before you met Hongjoong. Except for the occasional moans and “more”, sex was closer to a silent game to you. And now, here you were, getting wetter at the sound of your own pleas, only because you knew the louder you’ be, the harder he would fuck you.

His first thrust was painfully slow, but deep. Pulling out of you like it could possibly rip you apart, Hongjoong wasted no time thrusting again, and again, a little harder every time, until you were a moaning mess, clenching and holding on to your pillow for dear life as his hands clawed your hips still for more impact.

He kept fucking you to the side for a while, spreading your legs a little wider every time until he eventually rolled you over on your stomach, grabbing your hips to lift your ass up a little. While you weren’t proud of it, you instantly squealed aloud as soon as you were left face down and ass up in front of your boyfriend, your entire body jolting with excitement from being taken on all fours.

“God you just love this a little too much, don’t you princess?” he smirked, his hand landing onto your buttcheek with a smack that could’ve been harder but still did the job.

“Yes” By now, you were a whimpering mess as Hongjoong collected a whole pool of your wetness into his hand as he made sure you were once again ready for him. From this angle, his fingers only seemed to hit your g-spot repeatedly, making you squirt into his hand to his own pride.

“Fuck baby that’s so hot” he hummed, his eyes never leaving your exposed cunt, but as his fingers left you empty once again, you were ready to receive him, your thighs clenching with anticipation- instead, you almost shrieked as you felt his wet lips covering your clit, sucking at it like a piece of candy as he quietly growled against your wetness, collecting most of it against his tongue as he fucked you with his mouth for an agonizing amount of time, making you weak at the knees.

You knew Hongjoong was probably jerking off as he ate your pussy like his final meal and while you couldn’t see it, you still felt dizzy at the simple thought of him bending over on his knees, nose deep into your cunt with his fist full of him. Any other day, you would definitely turn around and return the favor, nothing coming close to the feeling of your boyfriend throat-fucking you. You weren’t ashamed to admit just how much you love giving him head, never missing an occasion to get on your knees regardless of the time or place, only to let him fill your entire mouth with his incredible cock. You were foaming at the mouth, just thinking about it, or maybe it was the way Hongjoong kept on fucking you with his tongue, locking your lip between his teeth everytime he pulled out with the most obscene pop.

“F—fffffuck, Hongjoong…. baby….” You were practically drooling into your pillow now, legs shaking from his never-ending assault on your oversensitive clit. By now, you were grinding against his entire face, coating his chin with your arousal while he kept his mouth open, all tongue out as you used him as a fuck toy for a couple minutes.

Then he smacked your butt, much harder this time.

So hard you fell back with your stomach flat against the mattress.

Flipping you around like you were nothing but a feather to him, Hongjoong was back on top of you in no time, attacking your mouth with the most erotic smooch of your life, the bitter mix of your own arousal and his spit melting down your throat as he grabbed both of your thighs to push your legs up until your calves were comfortably resting above his shoulders.

“You look so fucked-out already, princess…” Hongjoong smiled, a little to proud at the sight of you with your hair all over the place, tits covered in hickeys, skin red from his hands squeezing you a little too hard and his own spit all over your chin. If anything, you looked dirty, but you were more than happy to be dirty for that man.

The sight of him squeezing his eyebrows together as he pushed himself into you again was something you wish you could have caught on camera forever, his face painted with bliss as his beautiful white fangs clenched around his bottom lip, turning it white as he increased the pace immediately. Hongjoong was no longer making sweet love to you, he was fucking you so hard into the mattress the whole headboard shook under your bodies, rocking against the wall in perfect sync with the way his skin slapped against yours with every hard thrust.

It wasn’t long until you felt yourself reaching closer to climax, your hands slipping against his sweat-coated skin, scratching his sides as you came undone. Still, Hongjoong never reduced the pace, rocketing into you until he felt himself meeting you at the peak, one of his hand slammed against the headboard for support and giving you a delightful view over his veiny arms, the silver chain he always kept around his neck slapping you in the face every time he fucked you harder into the wall.

Clenching around him, both your hands went immediately around his hips, pushing him closer to your stomach as you wished you could swallow him up entirely. He looked devilish and exhausted, his face covered with sweat, mouth agape, eyebrows knitted together as he tried his best not to come before you. It was just insane to you that he would look so mind-blowing even in such a state when you were probably a sweaty, red mess, wiggling into your orgasm as he pushed himself into you one last time.

With a loud grunt, Hongjoong came into you, painting your walls white as his entire body seemed to shut down, crashing on top of yours. He was burning up, catching his breath as you felt him twitch a couple times inside of you until he calmed down.

With his forehead stuck to your neck, lips attached to your collarbones, Hongjoong was out of breath, one of his hands tracing your chest until he reached your face to palm your cheek tenderly.

The room was back to complete silence as your breathing eventually calmed down, your hands brushing his drenched hair, untangling it with the tip of your fingers as your heartbeat seemed to match his.

“Fuck” Hongjoong chuckled after a while, "I need another shower".

“Does that mean you're gonna wash me all over again?” you teased with a smile.

“Hold on. Just gimme a minute…” he almost groaned, half-asleep already.

[kiame-sama]

Drag Me To Hell - (Yandere!Alastor x Chubby!Reader)

Warnings; the content warnings for Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss apply here, fem pronouns (tell me if y'all want other pronouns), mention of suicide, yandere behavior, Alastor is a truly scary yandere, mention of all seven sins, mention of being kicked out of heaven,

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"So, Darling, do we have a deal?"

You quickly woke to the sound of voices around you, your couch feeling far less comfortable than usual. Nothing around you made sense as a whirlwind of unfamiliar sights wheeled and pitched in a near nauseating way. The scents and sensations were all wrong, leaving you rather confused as to where you were and what was going on. It wasn't like Hell made any sense anyway, but you were still usually supposed to wake where you fell asleep.

"Who's the broad?"

"Why, this is (y/n)! She's the reason I don't require your services, my effeminate fellow."

"So she's your main squeeze? Didn't figure a strawberry-pimp would have a soft dame like her around."

You tensed at the sound of the familiar voice and you felt awareness run through you like lightning. Ever since you found yourself in Hell, you had become quite familiar with the voice and its owner. Like anyone who was new to the Hell rings, you had no idea that a simple deal would have endless consequences and you foolishly accepted the first helping hand offered to you.

"Honey," the radio voice was directed at you now and you wouldn't dare ignore the call of your protector and captor, "we're home!"

"Alastor..?"

"Now, Darling, don't you remember how to greet your devoted lover?"

"Sorry... Um, Love, where are we?"

"Why, the Hazbin Hotel of course! You were with me when we saw the picture show of the little Hell princess and the fiasco that was. I have offered to lend my assistance, so I took it upon myself to move the both of us in."

"Pretty sure I fell asleep long before that."

The faint crackle of a radio audience faintly played in near constant whenever Alastor was around, his bright red eyes gleaming with energy as he smiled widely. You may not have known it when you first met him, but you made a binding deal with one of the most powerful demons Hell has ever known. Sometimes you really wondered what it was that made such a chaotic beast take interest in you- a demon that was weaker than most humans- and agree to help you. Honestly, you never really had the courage to ask.

You didn't even know he was dangerous before some demons squabbling for territory decided to come after you. The very second you got a cut on your arm was the moment those demons were being dragged through a portal by some Eldritch being. It was frightening and you tried to run, only to face-plant into the warm chest of Alastor, grinning like the devil himself.

"Well, that was certainly something! Always getting into trouble, I see."

He was gone almost as fast as he arrived, leaving panic coursing through you and terror at the beast you caught the interest of. From that day on, he began showing up more frequently in your life as his interest became obsession until he was the one cornering you. In no uncertain terms he explained his side of the deal meant everything about you- loyalty, mind, heart, physical items, objects you owned, body, ect.- belonged to him and him alone.

You were bound to obey the contract of the deal, especially since he was infinitely stronger than you were in every way. It wasn't hard to get to know him and his past actions, he told you himself, after all. Because your loyalty belonged to him, it wasn't like you would be able to tell anyone else anyway.

Alastor seemed quite entertained by the simple act of having someone entirely his own that he can protect with ease and lay all troubles upon. In some sense you were like a diary for him as well as a physical being he could take his lust out on when he needed to. Of course, he used what little power you had to practically tether yourselves together. If he pulls on that 'tether' he can bring you straight to him no matter where he is or what he is doing.

"Ah, now everything is moved in. Already starting to feel like home."

"But the only thing you brought was the dame-"

"She is all I truly need!"

The radio audience 'aw'ed at his words as you slowly got up from the rough couch, trying to stretch the stiffness out of your limbs and wake up properly. After at least a few decades with Alastor, you were far less frightened of him, but there were still times he said or did something that made your blood chill.

"I must insist you are kind to her or my hands may be forced to end this friendly arrangement. And I will without hesitation."

Just like that.

For once, you wished Alastor wouldn't threaten people so much because you would rather fool yourself into thinking he was harmless. It was clear that was NOT the truth, but sometimes you could forget especially when you were isolated from everyone other than him. You almost flinched when the small blond princess of Hell grabbed one of your hands with both of hers, stars practically shining in her excited eyes.

"Welcome to the Happy Hotel! You're just going to love it here!"

In the corner of your eye you saw Alastor's grip on his microphone staff tighten, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints. Through you knew he was not becoming angry with you, you still did not want him to lash out at the kind looking princess. She seemed to actually care for those in Hell and was a mostly decent person, so you chose to pull away awkwardly with only a twinge of guilt as she looked crest-fallen.

"I- thanks for the nice welcome. I appreciate it."

It was then a woman with piercing blue eyes, white hair, and deeper gray skin stepped forward. She looked honestly surprised as if she couldn't figure out if she should hug you or stab you.

"Wait- wait, I can't feel an ounce of demonic strength from you. Usually everyone in Hell has some kind of sin that can be felt. So what makes you so different?"

"Well... I don't think you'll believe me, but... I wasn't really a bad person in life. I actually was pulled up to heaven first, but then they realized that I... I died from suicide. According to them, ending a human life- even my own- was enough to send anyone to Hell. I was thrown out and found myself here."

"So you're basically not even a demon? How in the rings of Hell did you wind up with the radio demon?"

"Oh," you glanced at Alastor to see he had no particular expression so you carefully continued, "my first hours in Hell were horrible. Everyone I encountered tried to hurt me and stole everything I had... Even my clothes. I was hiding, crying, covered in blood, behind a dumpster in an alleyway when he found me. He asked me if I wanted to make a deal to keep me safe and stop others from hurting me, I agreed."

"So he took advantage of you and forced you into a deal that you can never get out of?"

"No... No, he- he helped me and I help him. I don't regret it."

You saw Alastor's shoulders relax slightly and you knew he was calming down, taking a deep breath and pushing his growing frustration to the side. He stepped in before princess Charlie could say anything, gently moving you away from the group with an arm around your shoulders.

"Darling, how about you go pick a nice chalet out for us? I know you will choose a good one!"

Before you could respond to the order Alastor gave, Charlie quickly cut in, trying to be helpful.

"I know a great place you two can use as a room."

A part of you wanted to sigh in frustration, but you knew she was just being kind and trying to do what she could. Alastor was far less understanding of the attempt at assisting, a kind of angry blood-lust rolling off of him. You tried to think of something that would soothe the Radio Demon and keep him from lashing out in any way.

"I can go look, just to make sure, okay? After that I'll make sure the room is to your standards."

"Fantastic idea! You run on ahead, Dearest, I have some things to take care of still."

You hesitantly allowed Alastor to shoo you towards the stairs and you knew he was trying to get you to keep distance from the others and threaten them more clearly. As you left to do as your 'Lover' had requested, he turned back to the group of two females, and two males. Charlie looked confused, Vaggie seemed frustrated, Husker was drinking, Angel Dust was watching curiously.

"You know," he started, spinning his microphone staff, "I believe she is the only one who you could actually rehabilitate out of all demons."

"Really? That's amazing! Maybe she can be the first-"

"You will stay away from her. She is Mine and I will never let anyone take her away from me. She could be rehabilitated, but you will be doing no such thing or I will end this 'partnership' permanently. Also, do not think you can give her orders, because I am the only one who can order her around. She is bound by our deal to only obey me, so do not get between my commands to her again."

The air felt heavy with the unveiled threat Alastor hissed out, his grin never leaving even as he turned on his heel. His shoes clicked like hooves on the wooden staircase as he slowly ascended, pausing for dramatic effect with that endless sardonic smile.

"Now, I'm going to make sure my Darling and I settle in. Don't wait up for us."

[i-want-men-i-cant-have]

𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓲𝓼. 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓼.

✿ summary: you finally get out of that nasty sewer to try and educate mahito on the art of snow angels

✿ ft: mahito

✿ unedited

you only now thought about how cursed spirits interacted with your world. its not like they were like ghosts, unable to open doors or lift a soda can. they were able to do that, you’ve seen it. you’ve seen that manhole cover be lifted, the sun drifting down like a ray of light piercing the sewage floors with its light. you’ve seen him move it to get inside to see you and his little projects. so you know that curses can interact with the real world. they can move stuff around just like yourself.

so how did people not notice them when it was winter? snow falling onto the concrete and the crunch of shoes on freshly fallen snow. how did people just not notice footprints left behind them?

there really was no use in worrying about it. it was just a waste of your time especially when you finally got out of that nasty sewer for the first time in what felt like forever. yeah, a random backlot of a bankrupt companies building was a little filthy but it still has fresh air. something you were desperately lacking.

mahitos boyish laugh broke you out of your daze, his hand reaching out for your wrist to drag you deeper into the parking lot. your feet drag behind his, the difference in physical mobility clear.

“look, look!” he pointed at a larger patch of snow than at you, almost for approval. his eyes were wide like puppies waiting for a treat, mouth stretched wide. looking at him almost made you forget the fact he kidnapped you and dragged you away from your family and friends without a second thought.

“what do humans do for fun in the snow?” he asked, dropping onto his butt onto the cold snow. it would have surprised you how he didn't flinch from the cold but this was mahito youre talking about.

“snow angels… they’re pretty fun-”

“-what is that?” he asked, a hand outstretched onto the snow to press change his weight distribution to lean closer to you. he seemed so normal with the light of the moon illuminating his pale face.

“you get on the floor. and then you move your arms and legs around.”

“like a warm?”

“no.”

“show me, [y/n]!”

“omph-!”

before you can do anything he charges at you, smile never leaving his face. arms wrapped around your body sending you both tumbling into a new patch of snow.

“show me, [y/n].”

so close

his arms were beside your head, cold air swirling around your neck and face.

his laugh was nice. the way he sprayed his arms out, muscles contrasting was a little nice.

he grabbed your arms by your weak biceps and started to drag them up and down the snowy powder. your hands would connect at the top making a small ‘smack’ sound.

“like this?” he asked, breaking from his concentration to look back up at you.

“not all the way up,” you try to break from his grip but the curse keeps a bruising grip, his eyes telling you more than you should know that's not a good idea.

so you bring your arms up and show him, up, down. when he saw what it was doing he shouted like he just cursed some disease.

“[y/n], [y/n]!” he shouted jumping up only to plop a few feet away from you, just enough space to try his own. “like this?” he asked lips parting and eyes wide. he really didn't look all that evil with the moon shining down on him like that. he also looked human with how much the dark concealed him.

“you move your legs, like this,” you moved your legs from side to side as your arms went up and down. and mahito let out that gasp and giggle.

“i got it [y/n]! you humans really don't know how to have fun do you?” giggles bubbled from his throat, arms and legs moving to create divots in the snow below him.

and just as fast as his happiness started it ended. he slowly came to a stop, eyes darkening looking up at the twinkling sky.

“are you happy to be spending christmas with me? humans spend it with people they love the most, don't they?” he sounds rather thoughtful. that's more than you got in a while.

“oh, it’s christmas. that’s nice.”

“answer my question,” he seems mad, a small wrinkle between his brows now showing.

“yeah, it's nice.”

“am i important to you? do you love me the most? more than anyone else?” it seems rather out of character to be asking for praise. geto probably said something to get underneath his skin.

so you tried to laugh and have your shoulders move just as your arms were a few seconds ago. “mahito,” you turned your head to see he was staring right into your eyes. like he wanted something. no- needed something. just what happened? “you spend christmas with people who make you happy. you make me happy,” you lie completely utterly and deeply in your soul.

his hand dragged along the snow, a divet in the snow following him before his fingertip touched your own. his wrist was elongated further than any human should, his hand wrapping around your own, so quick it almost seemed like he was afraid that he would lose you. but you knew that was wrong. he would and could never lose you.

his cheek pressed against the snow facing you. his eyes, those blue and gray eyes, looking into yours searched for something. the stitches on his neck bobbed when he swallowed some spit. “humans are so simple.” he could go on a rant but there was nothing. just his eyes searching your own and a cold hand holding onto yours, a bruising grip.

yet with how he spoke he still branched out another hand out of his one hold onto you own and moved it to caress your cheek. it pushed the snow on your cheek off, and held the fat with such tenderness. it was strange.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[gottestod-writes]

Writeblr Intro

Hi, I feel like it's finally time for me to do one of these. I've decided to create a side blog entirely dedicated to writing and writeblr so as to keep things orderly.

About me: I'm Eloma and have been dabbling with writing ever since I was a teen. Nothing ever came of it until 2 1/2 years ago when I joined the writing group of two friends. I have now completed the second draft of my first novel-length thing. Besides writing and reading, I love drawing, bg3, and pen and paper role playing games.

So far, I've been a little post-shy when it comes to writeblr (hopefully, this side blog will change that), but I love lurking and seeing other writers ramble about their projects, post writing snippets, gush about their OC's, or share their art. Excitement is contagious!

I'm open to chat, though I may not respond straight away (time zones and work) and would love to find other writers to interact with and follow, so please interact if you want me to see you <3 I don't know how tag games work but would love to participate one day lol I like and follow from my main account @g0ttest0d

My Writing

I don't currently have any of my writing shared online (yet!), but I do have two WIPs that I work on and may post about in the future. I enjoy writing fantasy, although not the sword and sorcery type but rather the smaller and more personal stories. Things don't always end well for the characters involved. I'm obsessed with world building, especially anything food or religion.

WIP 1) War In Heaven

Lucifer is just an ordinary office worker, directly employed by the Father himself and seeking happiness through consumerism and an implicitly promised raise. Through meeting a fellow angel, trading with the local squatting population and encountering the first humans, he is thrust into questioning his own position in a deeply classist society. The story is non-religious.

Current stage: 2nd draft complete (it's a mess hihi) Word count: 84k

WIP 2) Memento Morisn't (temporary title)

A young woman in the fictional world of Amberplain is torn between family life in her rural hometown and getting her university education in the big city. A family tragedy and a job offer by one of her teachers put her on a path of no return. Meanwhile a spirit intrigued by such crazy concepts as "physical sensations" and "fun" attempts to sneak their way into the human world for good.

(Content is subject to change)

Current stage: planning and plotting Word count: 0

[sqream-queen]

Nobody asked for this but I recently rewatched Prisoners! Such a really cool film that doesn't hold your hand <3 I fell in love with Detective Loki all over again 😭 he's such a cool character because hes really up for interpretation! Def check it out if ya aint seen it already!

(as always, not my gif!)

SFW Dating David Loki headcanons!!

Oh boy, being with this man will be pretty rocky and take a lot of communication and patience tbh. He'll often be absent, late for dates, or have to reschedule them due to his demanding job as a detective.

I'd say David doesn't really have the time to create many deep relationships, mostly fleeting ones. A few one night stands here and there, but a rare occurrence none the less. He's not too into flings but he's a rather lonely person and still a man with needs if ya know what I mean 👀

But! Back to his absentness, let's say you're someone who's stuck around for awhile and understand his life style and him as a person more or less. He never enjoys cancelling on you or not being able to spend time with you. You're very important to him but he's also got a important job to do.

It'll stress him out a bit, he's a bit of a perfectionist and a pretty empathetic person in general. He'll try his damn best to make time for you since he does really appreciate you putting up with him and being one of the very few people he can be himself and relax around. Definitely feels like he doesn't deserve you, or just got really lucky. 💖

David's not picky with dates and definitely won't mind if its just you picking out places that you enjoy. He'll like doing whatever if its with you.

I'd say one of his favorite activities to do with you is travel if you're into such a thing. He likes exploring and learning new things about people and the world, especially the more positive aspects since he mostly sees the ugly side of humanity at work.

Another one would be going to see a movie or going to your home and cooking a meal for him whilst you listen to music or what have you. It's very comforting to him and relaxes him. Being with you and being close to you really is a nice get away from the harsh world out there, that waits for him every day. He also doesn't really cook for himself too often or has time to enjoy home cooked meals. He always loves your meals even if you're not the most fancy cook.

He'll sometimes try to repay the favor, he can be a pretty decent cook when he really tries.

He'll be very grateful if you're particularly understanding of his chaotic schedule and the strain it puts him through. He'll often try to hide how much a case is wearing him out of effecting him, wanting to for your sake.

That stress tic he has will often give it away though.

He'll be very soft with you and even a little dorky at times. David enjoys making you laugh with his dry/sarcastic humor. Seeing you smile or hearing your laugh is one of the highlights of his day.

So expect phone calls from him while hes at work pretty often. He likes to keep in contact with you to try and make up for when he's not there.

But there will be times where he won't call at all due to a particularly difficult or tasking case. He'll make it up to you though.

He always tries to make it up to you.

I'd say his love languages are mostly acts of service, words of affirmation, and physical touch.

The detective himself isn't a very clingy person but if you are, he'll very much enjoy it actually. He didn't have the best childhood nor youth and it may take a bit to break his walls down, but once he lets you in he'll take all that you'd want to give him.

For him I'd say he likes to hold you a lot. He's a very protective guy and it relaxes him to always have you in his arms, knowing you're there and that you're safe.

David's pretty flexible though. If you enjoy certain other things more he'll definitely take note of it. He's a very perceptive guy, being a detective and all.

Like say if you enjoy receiving gifts he'll enjoy getting you the things that you like. He wants you to know that he really does love you even if he can't be by your side all the time, so he'll often express that with his actions.

Now David is a very intelligent and logical guy, but also has a lot of internal fears that he tries to hide.

So when it comes to jealousy, I'd say he'd only get a little jealous if someone was able to offer you more than he could in the stability department. It's really one of his biggest regrets that he can't be there for you more often than he'd like to.

David likes to protect and to provide, so if another person appears that you begin to become good friends with and are able to spend more time with than him, he'll start to get afraid that you'll tire of him not being around and prefer the person who can be around more.

He trusts you, and doesn't blame you- he just doesn't want to lose you. I feel you'd either notice something was up and ask him about it, or he'd eventually wisen up and awkwardly bring it up.

I feel he'd just need some reassurance and he'd realise that he was being silly, then apologise to you; also probably asking how he can make it up to you as usual. 💕

David has a great ability at remaining calm and rational, and when it comes to you, even more so. I don't ever really see him raising his voice at you, even if/when you yell during arguments and fights.

He'd try his best to diffuse whatever was going on and be understanding. Or just wait until you let it all out and give you your space before coming back to talk to you more.

Depending on how bad the fight is, and he's the angry one, David would probably need some space as well. Probably go on a drive. It helps him think and calm down.

All in all, it'll be turbulent and may take time to get close to him depending on how you are, but once he's in- he's all in.

Loyal, dependable when it matters, understanding, paitent, and a great romantic partner.

[honeylikesyanderes]

yandere oc - bhodi falor

new oc, same old yandere behaviour

i hope you enjoy!

18+ only. minors please dni

warning: contains yandere themes, socially unacceptable behaviours, slight/implied nsfw, afab reader

bhodi’s name is pronounced as bo (like in boat) and di (like in dip)

requests are open btw! ask anything or drop any thirsts/headcanons/ideas into my inbox and i’ll write asap :) (nsfw is allowed)

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bhodi ‘bo’ falor - the sweetheart

age: 24

birthday: july 12th

physical attributes:

shoulder length golden blonde hair

bright blue green eyes

6″1

very pale skin

slim and he looks frail

is actually stronger than he looks

has a soft and calm voice

always smiling

a bit of an overthinker tbh

personality traits:

is so so sweet and so so pure

is very gentle

couldnt hurt a fly tbh

he has a warm personality; always tries to make people feel comfortable around him

rarely ever gets angry

has a tendency to get upset tho

he can be a bit impulsive

and he’s very emotional

just a very sensitive boi

meeting you:

in a world where karma isnt your yandere, bhodi is

bo and karma are best friends

practically like brothers

you could say they are basically two sides of the same coin

but when it comes to romance, they're drastically different.

the thing is, women have always preferred karma to him

bo didn't really blame them tbh

karma was richer than him, taller than him, even more handsome

bhodi always felt like he would never be good enough to be the first choice

especially since women only flirted with him either to get to karma or because karma rejected them.

everyone loved bhodi tho.

but only ever as a friend.

so imagine his surprise when he hears a rumour that someone at work has a crush on him

he didn't believe it at first

it was just a stupid rumour

no one would ever have a crush on him

not when karma was still around

a month passed and the rumour resurfaced

this time with a name attached to it

(y/n).

he remembers meeting you.

he was the one who interviewed you for the job

you were so intelligent

with a cute smile

you were such a pretty little thing

like a delicate little butterfly

a butterfly that bhodi wanted all for himself

are they aware that they are a yandere? are they bothered by it?

bhodi knows he's a yandere and it does bother him to a certain extent. however, karma always tries to reassure him about his yandere tendencies.

yandere tendencies:

yandere type: obsessive/stalker

bhodi is the human resources manager at the Elios group

that means he has access to all the staff information folders

and he may or may not have a duplicate of your staff folder in his home office

its not like he means to pry

he just desires to know every single thing about you

he also has a mic installed in your workspace (he got this tip from karma)

also like karma, bo will date/court you normally

but he will take a long time to approach you romantically

he'd rather just observe until he feels confident enough to tell you about his feelings

or until someone tries to date you

oh yeah btw

bhodi has a tendency to kill love rivals.

he also breaks into your house a lot

and always drops you a cute little note before he leaves

he wont put cameras in your house tho

just microphones

cause he'd feel like a pervert staring at you in a vulnerable state

he doesn't mind hearing you tho, hence the microphones

he also somehow finds a way to put a tracking device on your phone

when you and bhodi start dating, he will just come off as a clingy and jealous person

you might get worried sometimes cause it can be a bit scary

but you'd never suspect that he's a yandere

he's 'too sweet' for that.

fun facts/trivia:

not a lot of people know things about bhodi

he's friendly and nice ofc, but people just dont know much about him.

and he doesn't say a lot about himself either

bhodi has an older brother and they were raised by their uncle and aunt

he wears strongly medicated glasses and cant see people's faces from a distance without them

he has very pretty hands (he used to be a hand model in uni) and he gets manicures regularly

the nails on his left hand are always painted black, but the nails on his right hand are always painted a different colour every 2 weeks

bhodi has a degree in both psychology and business administration (he did a double major)

when he first started to fall for you, he paid for you to recieve flowers to your doorstep every single day

and on weekends, you get your favourite breakfast delivered with your favourite flowers

bhodi's favourite colour is pink.

he has a notebook full of information about you

he also loves to take photographs

please dont ask how many photos he has of you.

[moonlight-tmd]

"According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyways. Because bees don't care what humans think is impossible."

I love that!! I wanna know prowlbee or blitzbee reactions! To both the remaining nubs of his wings and when he gets them fully back! Love the part-insecticon! bee au <33

This was bound to get quoted at some point, why am i surprised-

Ok so, to start this train off:

When Bee was injured none of them didn't knew what Waspinator meant- Bee's back was completely covered in energon and Bee himself had a hard time staying awake cuz of energon loss and pain. They were forced to wait outside medbay- after a long waiting perior Bee came out of medbay with Ratchet following close behind, They tried to talk to him but Bee just quickly retreated back to his room.

They all were really worried about him but what really caught eveyone's attention were the 2 short struts covered in tattered and sooted mesh of some sort hanging from his bandaid-covered back. They only saw it for a short time, standing in shock before Bee turned the corner and disappeared into his room.

"Were those...?" "Wings? Yes,.. or rather what is left of them." Optimus' sentence was finished by Ratchet. They asked few questions, confused and worried.

"All I know is that they've been like this for a very long time now. Beyond repair in my opinion." Ratchet said before telling them Bee was off-duty for the time he recovers and that they don't speak to him about his wings if he doesn't want to. (more under cut cuz long)

Alright, ProwlBee version: (1/2) (Scroll down to skip to BlitzBee)

Prowl was very worried, he always was when Bee got hurt. Whenever they talked about animals that can fly Bee was always a tad bitter- now Prowl knew why. After Ratchet had explained he tried to talk to Bee but he jsut locked himself inside his room and wasn't answering to Prowl speaking thru the door.

The next day Bee was mostly staying away from the group, he had a blanket over his back and shoulders to hide the wing-nubs. He was acting like nothing happened and he was just recovering from an injury but Prowl saw right thru that facade- Bee was hurting and grieving. Prowl pulled him to his room and comforted him- they talked. Prowl eventually asked about his wings- slowly Bee opened up to him, he said basically what Ratchet told them, it was clear he didn't really wanna talk about it but he still did. At one point Prowl asked if he can see them so Bee sat in front of him and pulled his blanket down-

"How did this happen?" Prowl's vox was quiet, unsure of the ground he was treading on right now.

"...You know how i told you i had a bad time at Carequarters?" Bee prompted. At one point of their relationship they shared their sparklinghood stories- Prowl knew Bee had been living in Carequarters before running away and living on the streets- the one Caretaker there was very abusive towards Bee especially, She had punished Bee for any reason- he endured physical or mental abuse, he was almost treated like a slave there. Prowl didn't like where this was going...

"She didn't-..." Prowl stuttered.

"She did...." Bee only said before going completely quiet. They just sat there, Bee's back and wings towards Prowl. Bee just stared at the floor, unable to do or say anything else.

The only thing that broke the long silence afterwards was Prowl's gentle hug and the spot he rested his helm of getting wet by his tears. Bee felt shivers on his back- Prowl let him go as soon as he felt Bee move away in fear he might have accidentally hurt him. They looked at each other and Bee started crying too. So they just sat there in a comforting hug.

Prowl was very gentle with Bee in his recovery. He made sure the blanket over his shoulders was secure and wouldn't fall off. Since Bee couldn't lay on his back or his sides cuz they hurt he was bound to recharge on his chassis, Prowl let him cuddle on top of him when they went to recharge together. He also helped him when Bee had to pick up stuff from the floor. He stayed by his side 24/7 almost.

If Prowl was watching a documentary about birds or insects that fly he's switch the channel, Bee has told him that he can watch them if he wants and that he won't be upset but Prowl insisted that he can watch repeats on his own and right now he wants to watch something both of them would enjoy. It's a small thing but it brought a smile to Bee's face.

So after Bee recovered and his subspace was put back into place nothing really happened. Only like about 2 months later Blackarachnia showed up with her weird bug-robots with acid weapons something did happen- she shot Bee with a dart with some toxin and he started to act weird. He was all sleepy and hungry all the time. Ratchet didn't know what happened- his systems seemed fine but there was definitelly something up. Bee was also getting sensitive to touch, he avoided it almost- one night despite Prowl insisting he recharge with him, he refused and said he just needed to rest by himself for a little.

And that's the night it happened.

Bee was unaware of what was happening- he tossed and turned in his berth, knocking all plushies and covers off. Some weird substance began leaking out of his transformation seams and intake. He rolled in it and slowly, layer after layer a cocoon was formed.

The next day Prowl woke up later than usual, the rest of the team was already awake by the time we got out of his room to refuel. Sari(upgraded), who was at the base, went to see how Bee was doing- they heard a scream and rushed to his room- only to find the metallic cocoon laying on his berth.

Everyone was panicking, what is this, what happened, did Bee die- "That... looks like a cocoon." Prowl managed to break thru the shock and worry and answer their question. He didn't know what happened.

After everyone has somewhat calmed down they interviewed Prowl for answers since he was all about creatures and animals- he already knew what to do in winter when the team learned Bee was part-insecticon. And so, the cocoon was moved to medbay to monitor if Bee's still alive in there- it was tricky cuz whatever it was made of blocked the life signature except for few places.

So nothing has happened and everyone was anxious, then about 3 weeks later when Sari was checking on the cocoon while the team was having a talk in the main room she heard... knocking? She looked closely and saw a crack forming on the cocoon and more scratching sounds.

"GUYS- SOMETHING'S HAPPENING!" She yelled as she flew out into the main room for a moment before rushing back in medbay with the rest following. They all gathered around the medberth the cocoon was on watching as more cracks formed... as the cocoon was almost open, Prowl remembered something particular about insecticons hatching.

"Wait- I don't think we should stand this clo-" Prowl tried to warn them but it was too late- the cocoon exploded open and all the slimy stuff sprayed on Optimus, Bulkead and Prowl. Ratchet didn't risk it so he stood a litte further away and Sari hid behind Optimus just in time.

They had little time to act grossed out before something began to move inside the open cocoon- slowly a little clawed servo appeared at the edge, then another,.. and then Bee's helm with a sleepy expression.

"Ughhh, what happened?..." He said as he blinked open his optics, he looked at his servo. "Why am I all slimy 'n' stuff?"

The others were relieved to see him alive. Optimus helped him out of the cocoon cuz he was stuggling a little- the slimy dripped off of his frame as Optimus held him up and placed him next to it on the medberth. His frame was different- covered in some sort of ruffled- fur? He also had a metal abdomen- or his subspace on his rear. It was all kinda sticky cuz of the slime but it had dried off rather quickly. He was a bit dizzy when the others explained what happened, he didn't even know it was possible. At some point he shook himself off from the remaining moisture and that's when his wings lifted- presenting themselves in their full glory, spread behind his back.

Bee was confused until they mentioned what was on his back- he tried to turn around and get the best look at them as possible- it was... how? He was so joyous and confused and panicked and flabergasted- he did start crying a little his wings fluttered rapidly cuz he was so happy- he almost flew off the medberth cuz of how fast his wings moved.

They spend the rest of the evening marveling at what Bee has become- surpriusingly the insecticon genes only affected his root mode- his car alt mode was completely intact besides having fluffy seats now.

Prowl was actually overwhelmed- Bee was okay and alive, but he also was something different! He was already fascinated by the cocoon and very curious what Bee will look like when he comes out but this was more that he imagined. Especially when Sari made a grand discovery when she hugged Bee after he dried off from the slime- he was soft. Very soft. She literally buried her face in his fluff and wouldn't let go. Prowl has tried to hold off from touching Bee too much- he was still very cuddly when it came to public affection. But BOY once they were all alone getting ready to recharge- Prowl has trapped Bee in a hug and buried his faceplate in his collar-fluff and DID NOT let go even after they woke up the next morning. He helped Bee learn how to hover and fly, Bee would pick him up and they'd fly in circles around the plant all the time. Another thing was that Bee buzzed when he was happy- his wings fluttered and made sound that could be put on same level as purring. It was adorable. His glossa became interesting too- it was oddly long and could act like a straw. Prowl was not amused when Bee decided to leave a long, wet lick on his faceplate as a joke.

Bee was so happy and Prowl was so happy for him- If he thought Bee was cute before then now that cuteness has tenfolded.

Aight so now is the BlitzBee version: (2/2) (this one is a little better in my opinion. So to spare you reading back and forth i will just copy-paste story parts over to this version and make this post longer :3 )

Blitzwing has switched sides a while ago, Megatron and other 'cons have been captured with his help. Everything was fine- then Waspinator showed up and hurt his little hummel. He was anxiously waiting outside medbay, it's been almost 2 hours since Bee got in there all bloody. The doors opened and Bee stepped out, Blitz was quick to rush to him but Bee dodged him and quickly retreated to him room. Blitz was about to call out but the words died in his vocalizer as he saw a familiar shaped struts sprouting from Bee's patched up back. He knew what those were at first glance- and the state they were in was horrifying, even if he saw them for just a short moment. He barely registered what Ratchet said, he went after Bee in amidst conversation.

They were quartered together since the start of Blitz being an Autobot, he had the right to go into his own room- he knocked and called out to Bee, when he didn't get an answer he slowly opened the door and peeked in- Bee was bundled up in the big blanket on their shared, enlarged berth. He came in, closed the door and sat next to Bee. Bee didn't want to talk at first and stayed quiet, but few prompting words form Blitz did the trick and Bee started talking a little. Blitz asked about the wings and why didn't he tell him. Bee told him there was no point in showing cuz they're useless anyway and he often forgot he even had them.

"How long have zhey been like zhis?" Blitzwing has asked soon.

"Long enough for the thing you call "Grounder Disease" to fully develop..." Bee has answered, sadness in his voice always present.

"The Caretaker said that 'Autobots having wings is wrong'... so she burned them..." Bee simply said when Blitzwing asked what made them like this. At one point of their relationship they shared their stories from the past- Blitz knew Bee had been living in Carequarters before running away and living on the streets- the one Caretaker there was very abusive towards Bee especially, She had punished Bee for any reason- he endured physical and mental abuse, he was almost treated like a slave there. Blitz didn't say anything. After a very long silence the only thing heard was a quiet whirl of his faceplates changing as he pulled Bee into a gentle yet firm hug. Bee felt Blitzwing shake, he felt the wetness growing on his shoulder but he didn't do anything except lean into the hug. Blitz was crying- mourning the tragic and unfair loss of the one thing every flier cherished. He couldn't imagine living without his own wings- whenever Bee went flying with him he always marveled at the beauty of the sky and the view from up above. Knowing that Bee could have had experienced such wonders independently and freely hurt- he was robbed of something before he even knew it. Blitz was there, his hotheaded personality silently crying while holding Bee close ot his Spark, the emotions locked inside brewing a storm while the outside stood still.

Blitz was extremely gentle and protective of him in his recovery, often opting to carry the minibot aroudn instead of letting him walk on his own. He spoke to Bee about his wings sometimes, never pushed Bee to talk if he really didn't want to. Blitzwing was the only one Bee would let down the blanket for and let him see or touch the damaged nubs of wings he had. Bee was embarrased to show him- Blitzwing had such beautiful and strong wings and he... he just had those dark, weak things growing out of his back for no purpose. At some point when Blitz was looking over Bee's broken pride he asked if he wanted to regain control over them.

"But what the point? They're useless anyway..." Being Bee's answer. His wings were broken, he couldn't fly so what was the point in wanting them to move?

"Maybe... but knowing zhey are zhere is a very important zhing zhat any flier would tell jou." Blitz said. Bee never responded to that so he dropped the topic- what he didn't know was that this has been haunting Bee's processor for the rest of his recovery days.

Once Bee was getting fixed by Ratchet and it was just them 2, he asked the medic about the Grounder Disease Therapy.

"I mean, i know they're useless and i'll never fly with them... but it still would be cool if i could move them again." Bee confessed then, the tiniest tug on his derma forming a hopeful smile present. Ratchet agreed to help him.

So, from then on Bee's been going to medbay with Ratchet everyday- the others noticed that and were worried but Bee clarified everything was fine. Blitzwing however was near panicking cuz Bee didn't tell him about what was wrong and why he's in medbay so often. As the 2 week mark hit Bee pulled Blitz into their room and locked the door. He was oddly happy having just gone out of medbay. Blitz couldn't take it and nearly yelled at Bee to tell him what is wrong. Bee explained that he remembered what Blitz said about that therapy- he sat in front of him, back facing Blitzwing, his subspace clicked and slid down revealing the sad little wing-nubs. But Bee wasn't all sad like last time, in fact he todl Blitz to look closely- after few small grunts something happened; Bee's wing-nubs have twitched.

Bee was so happy and so was Blitz. He was there every step of the way, Bee's area on the back with wings was always numb but with the therapy ongoing he was beginning to get the feeling in it again. One day after 2 months of therapy when Blitz was chatting with Bee and running his servos along his back to soothe the soreness after therapy , he felt a tickle on his servos. Bee was laughing and if he looked down he would see these 2 little tattered nubs twitching happily.

"Blitz?" Bee asked when Blitz has been quiet for too long.

"Hummel... JA DOING ZHE HAPPY FLUTTERS!!" He began to say before switching to his random face and picking Bee up and spinning with him. "HOORAY FOR HAPPY FLUTTERS! HAPPY BEE GO BUZZ BUZZ!!"

Few days later however, things took a turn- Blackarachnia showed up with her weird bug-robots with acid weapons something happened- she shot Bee with a dart with some toxin and he started to act weird. He was all sleepy and hungry all the time. Ratchet didn't know what happened- his systems seemed fine but there was definitelly something up. Bee was also getting sensitive to touch, he avoided it almost- Blitzwing was very worried, Bee has stopped cuddling up to him. One night Bee just wasn't feeling it at all and said he just needed to rest by himself for a little. So Blitz was recharging on the couch that night.

And that's the night it happened.

Bee was unaware of what was happening- he tossed and turned in his berth, knocking all plushies and covers off. Some weird substance began leaking out of his transformation seams and intake. He rolled in it and slowly, layer after layer a cocoon was formed.

Being adjusted to function in the night cycle most of the time, Blitz woke up way later than when Bee did. It was Prowl who woke him up, the rest of the team was already awake. Sari(upgraded), who was at the base, went to see how Bee was doing- they heard a scream and rushed to his room- only to find the metallic cocoon laying on his berth.

Blitz was so scared and confused- he knew he should have not left Bee alone- what happened?? Everyone was panicking, what is this, what happened, did Bee die- Blitz wanted to rip whatever this thing was open and get Bee out but Prowl stopepd him.

After everyone has somewhat calmed down they interviewed Prowl for answers since he was all about creatures and animals- he already knew what to do in winter when the team learned Bee was part-insecticon. And so, the cocoon was moved to medbay to monitor if Bee's still alive in there- it was tricky cuz whatever it was made of blocked the life signature except for few places. Blitzwing stayed by his encased hummel all the time. Sometimes he talked, sometimes he just sat there in silence and sculpted.

In the meantime Prowl and Sari were on a research quest trying to put the pieces together about bugs and insecticons- Blitz was very much panicked and freaked out when he heard that bugs melt inside cocoons- He refused to acknowledge it as true.

So nothing has happened and everyone was anxious, then about 3 weeks later when Sari was checking on the cocoon while the team was having a talk in the main room she heard... knocking? She looked closely and saw a crack forming on the cocoon and more scratching sounds.

"GUYS- SOMETHING'S HAPPENING!" She yelled as she flew out into the main room for a moment before rushing back in medbay with the rest following. They all gathered around the medberth the cocoon was on watching as more cracks formed... as the cocoon was almost open, Prowl remembered something particular about insecticons hatching.

"Wait- I don't think we should stand this clo-" Prowl tried to warn them but it was too late- the cocoon exploded open and all the slimy stuff sprayed on Optimus, Bulkhead, Blitzwing and Prowl. Ratchet didn't risk it so he stood a litte further away and Sari hid behind Optimus just in time.

They had little time to act grossed out before something began to move inside the open cocoon- slowly a little clawed servo appeared at the edge, then another,.. and then Bee's helm with a sleepy expression.

"Ughhh, what happened?..." He said as he blinked open his optics, he looked at his servo. "Why am I all slimy 'n' stuff?"

The others were relieved to see him alive. Blitz helped him out of the cocoon cuz he was stuggling a little- the slimy dripped off of his frame as Blitz held him up and placed him next to it on the medberth. His frame was different- covered in some sort of ruffled- fur? He also had a metal abdomen- or his subspace, on his rear. It was all kinda sticky cuz of the slime but it had dried off rather quickly. He was a bit dizzy when the others explained what happened, he didn't even know it was possible. At some point he shook himself off from the remaining moisture and that's when his wings lifted- presenting themselves in their full glory, spread behind his back. Bee was confused about their expressions until Blitz spoke up-

"Jour vings... Zhey're- switch ZHEY'RE SO PRETTY!!"

Bee tried to turn around and get the best look at them as possible- it was... how? He was so joyous and confused and panicked and flabergasted- he did start crying a little his wings fluttered rapidly cuz he was so happy- he almost flew off the medberth cuz of how fast his wings moved.

"HAHAHA! Don't get too happy now- or jou might fly avay!~" Blitz had joked as he caught Bee mid-air.

They spend the rest of the evening marveling at what Bee has become- surpriusingly the insecticon genes only affected his root mode- his car alt mode was completely intact besides having fluffy seats now.

Blitzwing was so happy- Bee was alive! And also cuter than ever! Sari made a grand discovery when she hugged Bee after he dried off from the slime- he was soft. Very soft. She literally buried her face in his fluff and wouldn't let go. Blitzwing wouldn't either- he would not stop hugging Bee at all- the whole time they talked Blitz had him on his lap. He was very gentle and considerate towards his wings too. Speaking of- Bee had put them on full display once they were alone in their room. They were so beautiful, the most beautiful wings he had ever seen. Of course Blitz would not have it any other way than to bury his faceplate in Bee's fluff for recharge, Bee had a odd but nice smell to him after hatching it was so surprising.

Blitz helped him learn how to fly and before they knew it Bee was zooming all around the base happily. Another thing was that Bee buzzed when he was happy- his wings fluttered and made sound that could be put on same level as purring. It was adorable. Some time after his hatching Sari and Bee were jokingly teasing one another, she has made a funny face at Bee with here tongue sticking out and Bee decided to mimic it- the look on everyone's faces when his glossa came out 5x as long, similar to Blitzwing's black face glossa. It was certainly interesting... Blitzwing now knew how it felt when he shoved his glossa down Bee's intake in a french kiss. It also acted as a straw for some reason which was a cool feat.

All in all, if he thought Bee was cute before then now that cuteness has tenfolded.

GEEZ THAT IS LONG- HOPE YOU SURVIVED THE TEXTWALL ONSLAUGHT.

[arsene-fixates]

Hi Arsene!!!! What are your and informant’s favorite things about each other?

i’m gonna write one for me (s/i) and me (irl)

Informant -> S/I

i have a f/ovember comic talking about this!

for a little more insight behind it, because of how they share the same sort of leadership role in their “occupation” (informant is the head of a network of agents) they then would face the same kind of expectations to uphold towards the people around them

especially since he has always felt like an outcast, he would favour someone who feels the same as he does. the sense of comfort he gets from them is something that’s deeply important to him

Informant -> Me

I think he’d like my perseverance, if that’s the right way to put it.

There was a time when i was in a really bad place mentally and i had major exams that were coming up in the following weeks and i went through with them

my counsellor told me that most students would have skipped out on them to get the exams done privately so she said that it was really brave of me to continue taking the exams

i think informant would admire something like that.

S/I -> Informant

I rarely talk about the seeker’s side in the relationship, mostly because there really isn’t anything, like I talked about in my other post about them, they’re a bit of a blank slate. They don’t really get to have the time to understand who they are as a person other than being the seeker

One of their favourite things about Informant is how polite he is (but as stated earlier, his feelings for them is why he behaves like that towards them)

and I know that seems a little shallow but in my lore with him, the requests that come from the townspeople seem more demanding as compared to how Informant phrases things, it’s very “let’s do this together” rather than “could you do this for me” explained why in my dissection of this comic of course he drops a bit of the politeness when he’s caught in a situation but besides that ^___^

Me -> Informant

My favourite thing about him (as a person) would probably be how capable he is ^___^ as someone who fumbles a lot, I super super admire how he’s always steps ahead of everyone or of how confident he is in his intuition. Will look death straight in the eye and not flinch!! Also how like the seeker, he’s a pillar of support :-) even though he’s not too physically affectionate, he’s someone I can go to in times of need and he knows that he too can be vulnerable around me ^.^

My favourite thing about him (as a character) would be the emotions he feels about being a monster. I mentioned this when I first came across the werewolf arc, that it gives this underlying reason of why he is so willing to give everything up for the townspeople — connected to his stupid saviour complex

Cause it’s as if he gains an appreciation for the people around him, a love for humanity after losing and temporarily regaining his own (the way he’s a werewolf but has to take potions daily so that he won’t transform)

and along with that (I mentioned this one in tags) it’s like he wants to leave a good impression on people so that if he dies and the werewolf secret eventually comes out, people would remember him for his good deeds rather than the destruction he caused. Almost like having a saviour complex to combat the fact that he’s this dangerous force of nature

[thesourlemonwriting]

"Anguish" and "The Cry of the Children"

The Victorian era is known most for its drastic changes in British social reform while also holding witness to the world of technology advancing faster than it ever had before. An unfortunate side effect to this progress is the unforeseen need for workers, especially smaller, cheaper workers, ultimately leading to a massive growth in child labor. Because of this, a movement came about during this time in which protestors advocated for the termination of such abuse of those too weak to defend themselves. Through this tumultuous process, Elizabeth Barret Browning and August Friedrich Schenk decided to demonstrate the horrors of this exploitation through their art.

Schenck was a French painter whom the world knows very little about. However, his paintings come back into popularity every few decades. His most famous painting he titled “Angoisse,” which translates to “Anguish.” The scene depicts a ewe and her collapsed lamb surrounded by a large murder, otherwise known as a group of crows. A single line of blood drips out of the lamb’s mouth. One thing that is known about Schenck is his love for painting sheep and other animals in distress, “which were often seen as a metaphor for human relationships and society” (NGV). Through his distinct style, he is able to demonstrate the inherent struggle of human emotion.

The desperation and hopelessness in the ewe’s face is almost human in nature as it shows a parent’s love and sadness felt during the struggle of their young. As for the crows, it is now commonly known that they are intelligent birds, though, “...they’re thought to circle in large numbers above sites where animals or people are expected to soon die” (PBS). Because of the way society views crows, their symbolism in art and literature is commonly one of death and even apathy. In the portrait, the murder is obviously conscious of the lamb’s demise, but the birds show no sadness in the way that the ewe does. It instead appears as though they are waiting to reap the benefits of the ewe’s loss. This relates to the Victorian era’s struggle with child labor because of the constant intensity of emotion parents would feel sending their children into labor, as well as the way in which higher society remorselessly benefitted from this torture. 

While on the topic of parents feeling torn apart sending their children to work, it is worth noting that Elizabeth Barret Browning’s poem, “The Cry of the Children,” shares this same sentiment. In this poem, she is denouncing those who make children work and desperately trying to make her readers aware of the agony these young workers go through in an attempt at a call to action. One line that stands out in particular because of its relatability to Schenk is, “If we cared for any meadows, it were merely/To drop down in them and sleep./Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping” (Browning 67-69). In the painting, the setting is a snowy wasteland symbolic of inevitability and the coldness of others. As for the poem, the meadow is symbolic of relaxation and enjoyment that the children cannot take part in. Both artists use this type of imagery as a way of conveying the difficulty of bearing the ordeal of society’s lack of humanity. The line also brings into light the physical pain of working long hours rather than just the emotional. 

This brings up Robert Collyer, an American preacher, who wrote a memoir of his own time working in factories as a child, and it sparks some resemblance to Browning’s poetry. He states, “...there I was at work in the factory, with many children of about my same age…thirteen hours a day five days in the week, and eleven on the Saturday…the result of this was that the weaker children were so crippled that the memory of their crooked limbs still casts a rather sinister light for me” (Collyer 15). Robert Collyer was born in 1823, which makes him roughly eighty-five years old in 1908 when this memoir was published. Even so, the description of his memories is so vivid, which allows for the realization that the people reading Elizabeth Barret Browning would have also been able to relate to her poem in some way. They would most likely feel its impact and either have their own memories of working in factories or knowing someone who did.

However, such was not the case for a grand part of society. According to Melih Karakuzu and Ozlem Sayar in their essay about the Victorian and Romantic eras of literature, “The children were not valued” (Karakuzu et al). The writers go on to say that in this time period, society did not care about the effects of labor on children, and it was radical to do so. Especially when the economy was falling apart as much as it had been “during the period of 1884-1887” in which the unemployment rate in Great Britain was above 7.5% while in 1886 increased in 10.2%” (Katselidis). Essentially, technology was advancing with such acceleration that it left many open spots for workers, and there was no room left to question the morality of keeping children working for several hours a day. As Browning says later on in the poem, “When we sob aloud, the human creatures near us/Pass by, hearing not, or answer not a word!” (Browning 107-108).  She is referring to society’s apathy and how it was manufactured by the profiters of child labor, those of who believed there was no other option for the economy. This made it so that parents in the lower class struggled the most to save their children from the treacherousness of what was essentially slavery.

Overall, the Victorian era bore many positives in the realm of technological advancements and inventions, but a painful weight came along with it. Children lost their innocence in ways and at a scale that would not have been possible before. They suffered the most, but it was the parents who suffered as well as they witnessed the torture their children went through meanwhile not being able to stop it. Elizabeth Barret Browning and August Friedrich Schenk acknowledged this and called out to the world to make society notice and to let children once again be children.