#they were all so happy and nice I still cannot comprehend it

[galentir]

My poster for MegaCon London 2024! 👻👻👻

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Hhhhh I have missed x12s so much <3 <3 <3

[whumpbby]

Tbh i really hate when ppl act as if Jiang Cheng was "rotten from the start" and never actually cared about Wei Wuxian as a brother. Like, in the latter's case we can see he cares very much but that care is very much mixed in with many negative feelings, it's like when you love someone but they hurt you but you still love them, you want things to go back to the way they were before but they can't and they won't. On the former it's pretty much canon that he was an ok if high strung young man and losing everyone he ever loved in very close proximity to each other is what made him be the way he is today, he's not evil (he'd be hotter if he was) he's just angry and bitter for very valid reasons

I think it takes an extreme case of Protagonist Bias to think that. And not even following the actual protagonist's thought process - just being biased on their account in some sort of a projection. Kids these days got to used to having their bad guys colour-coded.

People are so desperate to cast a villain to the Happy Couple they will grasp at any straw to justify their opinion. They will ignore every piece of text that explains in detail why things are happening and why he's acting the way he is - even to the point of ignoring the protagonist explaining what happened and how. They will literally ignore the protagonist they're wanting to stan just so that they can have their villain. Wei Wuxian needs to be massively nerfed and woobifed for the whole shitshow to start making sense. Literally, a man with no agency! Poor helpless victim! The poorest little baby, no one suffered as he did!:(

Meanwile, Jiang Cheng's biggest sin in the novel?

He's not nice.

That's it. He tried to protect Wei Wuxian from his mother. He did all he could to bring Wei Wuxian home after the war against his best interests. He walked away from Lan Zhan being a dick when he could have easily caused him problems. He only ever fought Wei Wuxian when it was either staged or he was attacked first (in the much brought up ancestral shrine scene that people don't seem to have actually read).

But he's not nice about it. He's not even stoicly stiff like the ever-amazing Lan Wangji (who only ever cared about one thing in his life, and it's the man he wanted to fuck roughly in the bushes-_-).

It was barely a decade from having his whole extended family horrifically murdered, so obviously he should be fine by this point. (We can ignore the main plot of the decade-in the making-revenge-plot, that's not important, that's not a theme at all!) At least he should learn to repress his trauma! Because that ended great for the protagonist, right?:)

You need an intense case of lack of comprehension to miss the fact that, until the very moment of the Core Reveal, every bit of information Jiang Cheng had available to him pointed directly to Wei Wuxian being at fault for the tragedy his life became. The only doubt cast upon that conclusion was the spark of love that he could not kill. JC trusted Wei Wuxian for as long as he could. He trusted him - against a myriad of signs that he maybe shouldn't have - until the man killed his brother in law.

That's where any sane person would stop and reconsider.

And yet he was still willing to be convinced otherwise - until his sister died in his arms.

Like, this is what it took for JC to snap.

If someone says that Jiang Cheng was "rotten from the start" that only tells me they have skipped the whole fourth of the book that tells us in detail why Jiang Cheng wasn't a bad kid and how much he loved his family and Wei Wuxian. It tells me that they are here only for the romance and can't see anything else, certainly not character development (why would they? Wanxian don't develop throughout the story in any impactful way except of "oh, hey, we can be together and not care about anyone else - just like we did it before, but now with fucking included!"). It's like people who don't read books cannot comprehend the fact the author thought about this shit and put it there on purpose. It's not something that just happened to fill the pages between the Romance bits for the word count. That's, like, the actual meat of the story? These people have the critical thought capacity of a fucking tiktoker-_-

The author is telling us: look at these kids that were raised in a broken family and how it affects them as teens and young adults. How it affected their relationships with the people they love and demolished their self-worth. Look how a broken family can leave it's children scarred for life!

The idiots online: one is an innocent angel that never did anything wrong and the other an evil, selfish and hateful brat, got'cha! I am very smart!

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[trulylino]

=> The One Who... - SKZ

Pairing: stray kids x gn!reader

Genre: mostly fluff and a hint of suggestive in lee know's but it's only if you squint

Summary: boyfriend trope post inspired by the tiktok trend where you describe them as lovers

Warnings: slight suggestive for lee know, mentions of death, kissing, food

A/N: I kept adding things to this every time I thought I was done I would be like WAIT lemme add that to the Changbin one or smth like that like this happened for like half an hour

Masterlist

Chan - the one you're going to marry

Ever since you met Chan there was just something about him which made you know instantly you were going to grow old with him. He knows how to make you laugh and how to comfort you when you cry. After a bad day he'll run you a bath and you'll find a basket of your favourite scented bath bombs and a mug of tea or hot chocolate on the side. When you get out the bath, fingers all pruney from the water you find that he's cooked dinner and changed the bed sheets so they're crisp and fresh and all you can do is crawl into his arms. Then you just know that you're going to marry him. He's the one. You're sure he's the one when you're an hour into a late night drive with him and he pulls over so he can rest his head in your lap. He doesn't need to tell you that he's in love with you because his eyes say a thousand words with how hopelessly and intently he's looking at you.

Minho - the one who knows you're his

He's really subtly flirty. Like you'll just be out with friends and he'll grab your hand and make you blush. Then he's all possessive too like 'these are my hands now'. He doesn't give you a second to get your thoughts straight it's just completely 100% him when he wants it to be like that. He can do a complete 180 with his personality too like one moment he's calling you Jagi in a sweet voice the next he's telling you to be good and he'll be nice to you when you get home. Your mind just cannot comprehend him. He's still secretly the cutest person ever though and loves taking you on little cafe dates where you'll be practically cuddling with your chairs so close together you may as well be sharing one. He'll pick up your hand from where it dangles at the side of your torso and place it on the table just so he can play with your fingers, weaving them with his and letting the pads of them brush over his own palms until you're whining and telling him to stop because it tickles.

Changbin - the one who makes you a better person

If there's one thing Changbin wants for you is for you to be the best version of you. He wants you to be healthy and he wants you to be happy. He'll remind you to eat if you've been distracted all day and when you're stressed he's there to help you relax with a face mask and a hair band. He likes going on dates with you to treat you, even if it's just going to the park for a picnic or the beach so the two of you can breathe the fresh sea air and jump over waves together like you're still five. He makes you feel like a kid again and you think that that's maybe what's so freeing about being with him. When you need to escape he'll be there for you. For your birthday every year he always, no matter what gives you photos of his favourite memories with you from the past year, each with little handwritten notes on the back with the dates and with little reminders about why they mean so much to him. Whenever you miss him or you're feeling sad you can get them out and just remember how loved you are.

Hyunjin - the one who would die for you

You cannot convince me that he wouldn't give the world for you. If you were in some dystopia YA book and he had to choose between saving the world and saving you he would choose you every single time. He is scared of how much he loves you but isn't afraid to let you know that. He needs you to know that he loves you more than anything else in the world and will take you out to do anything you want. You want him to buy you flowers? He has your favourites in a bouquet by the time you're back home. He likes visiting the aquarium with you too. It feels comforting just sitting hand in hand on a bench watching the fish so carefree and when you find the area where you can touch the starfish he can't help but splash you with water, forcing him to have to spoil you and treat you to a whole new outfit since yours is now wet. He draws you too. He brings his little sketchbook everywhere so when you're pouting at the fact that your latte art got ruined when you accidentally dipped your nose in it its cemented in history forever by his pencil.

Jisung - the one that knows you better than you know yourself

When you've known someone for as long as you've known Han it's not often you find out something that shocks you. He was your best friend before he was your boyfriend and it adds another level to your bond. He's still the same person you knew when you were fourteen except now you kiss and hold hands and cuddle. He never saw any of your flaws and when you would talk about all your failed relationships in the past it would feel like a dagger in his heart, twisting slowly, excruciatingly until he couldn't take it anymore and kissed you himself. So when you need a best friend, he's there and when you need a boyfriend you know that he's first in line. You can rant to him about the smallest thing and know that he's listening to you, know that he cares about you have to say and the same goes for the other way. It's because you've always wanted to know Jisung better than he does and you're sure that he knows you better than you know you.

Felix - the one who's never letting you go

He sometimes feels physically ill when he's away from you for too long. Like his energy drains and he gets a headache and as soon as your around it fades and he's all smiley and bubbly again. Sometimes when you get back from class or work and he's in this state all that you can do is just snuggle up under the blanket with him and stroke his hair and massage his shoulders through his shirt for him. He'll just relax into your touch and half way through your second movie you'll find he's completely asleep in your arms, grabbing you like a koala, forcing you to go to sleep as well since there's no way you're freeing yourself from his grasp. Not that you would want to move away from him anyway, he feels like home.

Seungmin - the one who hides you from the world

He gives a secret romance vibe. He reminds me of that Taylor Swift lyric like 'You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath'. It's always stolen kisses when you sneak away from the rest of your friends at a festival and counting the number of people in front of you so you happen to be paired together to go on the ferris wheel alone. Like he loves you so much but he's scared to tell other people that because he thinks it makes him vulnerable. He's told his family and a couple close friends but that's maybe it at least until you've been dating for about a year. It does lead to really aesthetically pleasing midnight walks together under the stars where you end up in a random field or park somewhere talking until you can see the sun start to come up on the horizon and you have to rush home. At some point he breaks down and tells you he can't keep it a secret anymore because all he wants to do is shout from the rooftops with a megaphone that he's yours.

Jeongin - the one that's crazy about you

There isn't a moment where isn't thinking about you. He texts you at 3am because he can't sleep and he misses you. He walks to where ever you are if you're about to go home because he doesn't want you to be by yourself and he knows you'll feel safer if he's there. He'll hold your hand as you walk together back to your place and he'll ask you about your day and what you got up to. You'll tell him and when you ask him in return he'll reply with some corny line about how all he did was miss you. The only thing is he's not joking because you literally consume his every waking thought. And sleeping thought, but that's not the point. It's not his fault you haunt his dreams with your pretty face that he just wants to grab and stroke your cheek until his skin wears away from friction.

Taglist: @dreamescapeswriting @sparkyprotectionsquad @bang-me-chan

[yandere-fics]

(This was a commission, I know you wanted a bit more smut for it but I was sort of struggling to come up with it, I still like the way it turned out though.)

231. “This will make us closer. I promise.”

220. “Kitten, I’m going easy.”

100. “We share a special connection that no one else has my darling.”

(As usual words in the prompts will be changed to better suit what the characters would actually say.)

Sawyer wasn't usually one to suggest new things in the bedroom, she was content to simply knot you and allow you to make suggestions if there was anything that was lackluster in your sex lives together which there never was thankfully. However last time you did ask her to take you from behind she had pawed at your asscheeks, trying to make them jiggle as much as she could without just hitting them and then there was one other time you had insisted on watching tv with her to unwind when a character mentioned liking spanking in a sexual setting and you could see the wheels in her head turning.

It took a couple of weeks for her to even broach the subject with you, asking if next time you were messing around in her office she could do a roleplay with you where she was punishing you for misbehavior and since it wasn't real misbehavior so it didn't warrant a real punishment she figured it would be okay to turn it into a roleplay. "This will bring us closer, My Beloved." She had said massaging your hands gently and hoping you would agree to the proposition and you nodded just hoping she would forget this.

It did seem like it had passed, you had sat in her office without incident, barely even making a sound for a few weeks before she had happened to sit next to you as you at lunch and you knocked over her papers. You knew immediately what was going to happen and while you did trust her never to take anything too far, this was not something you were sure you wanted to go through with.

"Since you cannot sit still and have to knock over my papers, perhaps I should try to entertain you. Over my lap, My Beloved." She was rather good at this roleplay thing though you almost wanted to laugh at how silly and unrealistic it is when you know you could burn all her paperwork in front of her out of boredom and she still wouldn't punish you, you only ever got punished when you didn't act like you loved her enough. You stifled your laugh and laid across her lap however.

The first swat was extremely miniscule, almost like she tapped you, and you weren't sure if it was going to get more intense or if she just expected you to act like it hurt. You got your answer as soon as the second one landed. You let out a small whimper, trying to twist to look at her but she had too firm a hold on you. "My Beloved, I'm going light on you." She tutted at you landing two in a row for you squirming.

She seemed happy though so while it wasn't really your thing, this was very nice considering she rarely let you do anything to reciprocate, at least you could do this for her. She kept going for another twenty, gently massaging your butt and praising you in between every five she gave. The praise was nice, you would probably do this again just for that. Sure she praised you regularly anyways but it felt like it meant a lot more now that you were actually doing something for her.

"Thank you for indulging me in this, my beloved. Our connection is stronger than most could comprehend, but I do feel like in particular we've grown closer." She allowed you to sit up on her lap straddling her and with her hands on your thighs to keep you from putting pressure on your sore ass. "Now shall I do something for you, My Beloved?"

[memovia]

"How fortunate you are, Baiheng. There is no one here tonight to hinder us." Yinyue Jun observes, walking further into the building.

In the darkness, he summons a ball of light from the tip of his finger. A small gentle luminance that'll light their path instead of fumbling in the dark. He gestures to a corridor leading up to their destination.

"This way, if we hurry, you'll be able to see the stars streaking across the skies tonight. It might even be the fabled Akivilli you are fond of." Yinyue Jun teases lightly, but even if he cannot comprehend why Baiheng is so fond of The Nameless- He will share her excitement nonetheless.

unprompted. | always accepting!

【 — ➢ 】 Bai Heng's white eyes sparkled within the night as she met up with Yinyue Jun. She loved surprises always and knowing him, this one was bound to be a nice one. As he beckoned for her to follow him, she quickly did so— sticking rather close to him for the gentle source of light. She felt the excitement simmering within her, anticipating the mystery that would soon unravel itself.

" This way, if we hurry, you'll be able to see the stars streaking across the skies tonight. It might even be the fabled Akivilli you are fond of. "

At the mention of Akivilli, pale hues widened in response and a silent gasp escaped the foxian's lips. Yet, her expression quickly softened after. He was someone that never understood her love for the Aeon of Trailblaze but still, he put in so much effort to give her something so beautiful as this. Bai Heng let out a soft chuckle with a smile on her lips, touched by the fact that he did this for just for her.

❝ Alright then, let us hurry! I can't wait to watch the stars with you. ❞

Her hand reached out to grab onto Yinyue's, tugging him along as they made their way through the corridors with haste. And at the end of the road, the pair emerged into an open balcony with the dark sky above their heads.

Feeling the cool breeze brush against her cheeks, Bai Heng looked up at the littered canvas of navy blue, filled with stars that flew past her eyes— swiftly and spontaneously. A free palm extended upwards, fingers spreading, as though it was an attempt to touch the distant sparks above.

Her smile widened into a grin of happiness at the sight of something so majestic and so rare. These stars were fast to fly and fast to lose its light, yet...what mattered was the journey that they were meant to take, which could be anywhere, everywhere, all at once. The sky was limitless and so too, was their potential.

❝ You know, they say that if you can pick the right one amongst the countless stars, your wish will be carried forth to thousands of distant worlds... ❞ She trailed off after, giving Yinyue's hand a little squeeze before continuing, ❝ And I hope we find the right one together, Yinyue. Maybe, it'll carry both of our wishes. ❞

And my wish is to always be your friend, to protect you, to be with you— even when I fall from the sky and my light is extinguished. I will always be by your side. | @shining-gem34.

[wordsunbound]

Chasing After You by Bri Warren

Chapter One:

I sat on my bed with my computer in my lap with discord open, revealing my chatroom with my boyfriend, Augustus Parrish. He lived in California while I lived in Missouri, we had been in a long distant relationship for a couple of years now. However, I wanted to end things for the better.

We were one of those annoying on and off again couples despite how much I tried for us not to be. Gus and I were just bad together. We were like an atomic bomb ready to explode at any second and destroy everything in our paths.

At first, the relationship was beautiful, wholesome, and perfect. He was there for me when my mother passed away from a neurological disease, and just recently my dad passed away from a hemorrhage. I'm grateful Gus was there for that but I just don't think I can do this anymore.

I had been wanting out of the relationship for a while but I thought things would get better. That's what the elderly said about relationships. In order to keep things going you have to fix things together, but that was not the case for us. We were always fighting about little things that ended up with him crying or me. We were toxic together.

I looked back at the chat to see what he said:

GustlePup: 9:30am Good morning, baby! GustlePup: 9:31am I love you! You're so beautiful!!!!! GustlePup: 9:47am I can't wait to hear your beautiful voice!

I replied to him:

CherryQueen: 10:00am Good morning CherryQueen: 10:01am I need to call you if you're not busy please

My phone rang and it read on the screen: Gussie ❤️. I picked up on the second ring, "Hey, Gus, I know I just woke up but I really need to tell you something."

I could hear him shuffling on the other end and then he cleared his throat, "Uh, okay. What's up, Chels?"

I grabbed at the brown bear on my bed, thumbing at his right ear. Clearing my own throat I allowed the words to tumble out of my rosy lips, "I think we should break up. I can't keep fighting with you every single day and crying. I just can't anymore, Gus."

My eyes were burning intensely as tears threatened to fall from my hazel-green eyes. I could tell he was hurt because of how his breath hitched upon hearing my words that struck him like an arrow in the chest.

"I knew you would do this! You've been acting weird for weeks and now you break things off! Who is it? Is it Cole? What did I do?" Gus was asking so many questions that I couldn't even comprehend anything else.

I stopped him as tears filled my throat and my eyes, "Gus, I cannot take this anymore. We are both a bad match and the distance isn't helping. This isn't about Cole-"

"Then who is this about?" Gus demanded with irritation clearly in his voice, which quickly changed to a softer tone. "Because I knew you'd leave me. I can't handle life without you, Chelsea.. Please don't leave me. Please."

I took a deep breath and said, "Gus, please I just need to be me. I gotta go, okay? I have to think about some things."

Before he could get another word in, I hung up the phone and placed it on my night stand. Was it cruel to do to him? Maybe, but I really needed to get ready for my day off at home from work.

After a quick shower, I was back on my phone trying to get ahold of my friend Kylee via text. I had already told my sister and my best friend, Cat, about the break up; they were happy for me.

Kylee texted me back finally as I shoved a spoonful of peanut butter in my mouth:

Who's ass am I kicking?

I laughed and quickly texted back:

Mine and Gus's I guess. I broke up with him and now he just can't leave me alone. Oh, btw are you still coming over to talk to Cat?

Kylee and I were friends last year until our ex roommate, Farrah, decided to conspire against all of us in the house. She was able to convince Kylee that Cat was not nice to the cat that Kylee had purchased as a gift for Farrah and Cat. So Kylee and Farrah took the cat when we were not home, and Farrah moved in with Kylee for a short period. Farrah ended up moving back home to her parents house in Tennessee with Cat's cat.

Kylee and I had put together a plan to hopefully rekindle Kylee and Cat's friendship even though it was a crazy idea.

Kylee and I were going to drive to Tennessee to get back Cheeto.

Kylee replied to me:

I'm on my way there now

@theink-stainedfolk

[horizon-verizon]

I reread the whole dance of dragon sequence from the books and god the show writing makes me so fucking angry [again]!!! like uff in many parts it feels like the show writers wrote the blacks as an accessory for the development of greens throwing blacks so down in the imagine of public. and so i hate when show fans speak [mainly greens] as if all knowing when they cannot discern the hypocrisy and the flaws in writing of the show. show!alicent's moments make me so angry.

recently i saw someone on twitter say that blacks hold the books in higher regards so they went to read them only to get a 'history book' with only accounts from many forming their opinion on how the books are just books and not a good story. the replies were full of how GRRM was so bad at writing them as if they have half the wits if they cant comprehend the text, the accounts of who were the main people telling the story to get to form opinions closer to "truth". its not that hard, simple reading comprehension can tell you what we can take as almost truth. they think HOTD was meant to be the medium to show the truth T_T

with Daemon and Laena, i feel so that he truly did love her. I hate it when they just toss aside Laena. he fought for her hand. they had two children together both who he loved so dearly. even Laena's friendship with Rhaenyra is erased in the show [i feel like they just didnt want to show that Rhaenyra was capable to hold good relationships at all] coming back to Daemon:

Her grueling labor had drained all of Lady Laena’s strength, and grief weakened her still further, making her helpless before the onset of childbed fever. As her condition steadily worsened, despite the best efforts of Driftmark’s young maester, Prince Daemon flew to Dragonstone and brought back Princess Rhaenyra’s own maester, an older and more experienced man renowned for his skills as a healer. Sadly, Maester Gerardys came too late. After three days of delirium, Lady Laena passed from this mortal coil.

even if he lost his boy, Daemon doing this for Laena is just love. I love Laena with Daemon as i love Rhaenyra with him too. Its just plain sad such a good character was put aside in the show. and then after Laena, Baela and Rhaena are given to little regard in the show. [that baela-rhaenys clip which is going about. god they had to show Aegon getting off didnt they]

also with Rhea Royce's death... there is no way Daemon killed her. He was in stepstones when she died. its such a dumb thing in the show to. or okay in the books there is no way he could have gone on dragon to vale and back without anyone noticing a fucking dragon in the skies. people are so dumb.

i dont think Daemon or Rhaenyra or any other killed Laenor, other than Ser Qarl. I dont see how people see Rhaenyra ask for someone to do it.

Like in the books so and they are biased in my opinion, Rhaenyra is not shown to have good relationships much, and which are shown are rumoured with lovers and scandals like wtf. They all mean to undermine blacks so much.

sometimes i think what if Jace and Luke were trueborn and sometimes i feel strongly as if they are. i dont care if they are bastards or not, but sometimes i think. do you have any posts mainly on this?

this was written in mess of emotions, i may be wrong in come accounts and so i'll be happy to see what you think. Ive been in the book fandom for only few months, I love your posts. hope you are having a nice day <3

As for the Daemon killing Laenor, I changed my mind a little.

I think that if he were alone, he would have had him killed after Laena already died--was willing to.

So rather than it being a morality thing, it is a convenience matter that makes me consider how Daemon may or may not have killed Laenor. Including how he might have hidden his own movements and preparations to have this guy killed, which, yes, could just be him meeting with Qarl Correy in secret as he did in the show. But again, it depends on how dumb Corlys and Rhaenys are, or how willing they are to suspect Daemon and believe it.

He'd still have convinced Rhaenys very well that he had nothing to do with it, which I can't imagine was easy or worth it for him. Both Rhaenys and Corlys still have to support Rhaenyra after all, if the goal was to get closer to Rhaenyra and gather support/be support for her, as is the argument for the pro-Daemon killed Laenor thing.

As for how the show writers and Condal wrote the blacks to have less and the greens to have "more" by stealing their traits, ozymalek writes the best (and my own final agreement as to how this came about) HERE. Excerpt:

The Dance era in "Fire and Blood" is something that will fundamentally cause the feelings of cognitive dissonance. I think this is why people initially disliked this book when it first came out. It did not provide easy answers, it was written as a historical account, the in-universe historians were clearly biased. People, however, had trouble realizing who the historians are biased for and against.

Team Green would have you think that "F&B" is biased against the Greens, because their allegiance as maesters clearly being to Hightowers notwithstanding, they could not evade simple historical facts: that most of the kingdom supported Rhaenyra, that Greens were horrendously misogynistic and that her usurpation was clearly wrong. That's why, approaching it from the "choose your favorite war criminal" point of view, it was difficult for Greens to accept that their preferred side is so cartoonishly evil - obviously bias must have been involved, even though the only pro-Black narrator of F&B is Mushroom, the rest are Greens. The maester's anti-Targaryen bias, however, manages to sneak in and mess with the reader's balance, causing said cognitive dissonance.

It's hard to deal with it as a reader, let alone as a showrunner who's trying to adapt a story in which not everything is set in stone. They incorrectly assumed that, because they are constantly forced to question what is happening in the story, the bias is with the underlying idea that there was a correct side. As such, they assumed that all the inconsistencies result from maesters not choosing to view it that way. Ryan Condal repeatedly stated that he does not want watchers to pick sides, while George RR Martin embraces it and even encourages it (and I think that he himself has picked the Blacks). Such is our nature as human beings.

So they decided that they have to balance the scales. Because Greens are poorly developed, they added more characterization for them that contradicts their book personas (abused child bride meow meow Alicent who is clueless about the plans that in the books she herself set in motion, for example) while simultaneously taking the characterization AWAY from team Black members.

I still think that the writers are also more inclined to write Rhaenyra misogynistically for a male audience through the male gaze (xenonwitch's POST and ozymalek's POST and my own POST/its reblog by monoijikayu).

[aeoki]

Grand Slam - The Blood-Vomiting Beast: Chapter 8

Location: Yumenosaki Grounds (Sports Festival) Characters: Ritsu, Sora & Natsume

Natsume: Well, in any caSE, let’s not get ahead of ourselves and continue to steadily maintain our victoriES. It’s still the first dAY, there’s no need to push ourselves too much to pull ahead of the otheRS.

It’s not just thAT. If we’re winning by a landslide, the viewers might not be curious about what happens in the end and they might stop watchiNG.

As an idol performing in this “show” called the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival”, we’ve got to leave a sense of thriLL.

Ritsu: Amazing. You’re an exemplary idol. …I can’t help but wonder if you were always such a good boy, though.

Natsume: What do you know about mE?

Well, we’re both fellow brothers of the saME “Nii-san”, so I think that’s something we share in common, though…♪

Ritsu: Huh? What’re you talking about? None of your “big brothers” have anything to do with me, though?

Natsume: (Phew… It seems the magic has somehow workED, I suppose I’ve dodged most of the follow-up statemenTS. If I bring up a topic he dislikES, he’ll distance himself all on his oWN.)

(BuT. As expected of the younger brother of Rei Nii-san, the leader of tHE “Five Oddballs”.)

(The brains behind the veteran unit “Knights”... I don’t know if he’s doing it on purpose or by instinCT, but he just smoothly touches upon the dangerous topiCS.)

(As eloquent as I am competeNT, I shall manipulate the strongest here ��� “Knights” – and fulfil my goal.)

(In order for that to happEN, I can’t have them become wary of mE, so I cannot act any differently than I normally dO.)

Sora: Master~...? What’s wrong? You’ve got a scary look on your face~

Natsume: It’s nothiNG, Sora.

Our current situation is, well, not that bAD. I’m glad I told Mophead to put your name forward during the "Summit” when they were deciding on the leaders yesterdAY.

You prioritise harmony and happiness over victoRY. As long as you’re holding up a brocade flAG, even the attitudes of the other teams towards us will softEN.

There aren’t that many humans who will kick a small, affectionate and soothing animal with all their migHT. Although, I can immediately name a few who would do such a thiNG.

If the leader was me or someone from “Knights”, we would’ve unintentionally won so many evenTS, the people around us would probably come to hate uS.

Sora: Yes! It looks like Tsuka-chan loves fighting and winning, after all~♪

Natsume: YeAH. But since the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival” is a re-enactment of an ancient ceremoNY, negative feelings and danger go hand in haND.

Sora: Yes. It’s a ceremony to cleanse the “bad thing”, but if ill feelings and hatred are gathered in one place, then that would be upside-down thinking instead~

Sora knows it might be too late for this, but we can’t explain that to the others? We can’t work together, make it a fun event and drive away the “bad thing”~?

Natsume: AhaHA. “Something” stained with evil that drives the humans of this land crazy is swirling togethER.

In order for us to cleanse thAT, we need everyone’s happiness and positive feelings, don’t wE?

Those who assert that with a straight face and, in turn, questioned whether they’re sane or not is what we call modern socieTY.

Magicians, aliens and people with ESP don’t exist in this worLD. Those sorts of occult things are simply a fantasy that should be told as a joke to pass tiME.

Sora: HeHe~♪ Master~ You’re saying things that would make people come to their senses like it’s a catchphrase of yours~

But, in reality, Master~ wants to believe in “those” actual things the most, correct?

Natsume: …You see right through mE, Sora.

YeAH. I truly believe it would be nice if “that” exists in this worLD. Something supernatural that we humans cannot fully comprehend nor contrOL…

I think it would be great if “that” could be an ally to humaniTY– No, I wish they were my alLY. With that, life would be much more comfortable and simpLE.

That is the mentality we’ve bore in our hearts since the very beginning of tiME, one where we seek god’s salvatiON – a religious beliEF.

Sora: Hmm~? Master’s speeches are very educational as usual!

Natsume: Fufu. It’s because you’re here listening very intently that it makes it all the more worthwhile to sAY.

(But even so, there are things I cannot tell hIM.)

(If there were some sort of wisdom that would befall humanity, it’s a magician's job to monopolise that and use it for our own gaiNS.)

(Therefore, those existences are the enemy of religious belieFS; in other words, they were hunted down because they were the enemy of all humaniTY. That is the grim history of humaniTY.)

(I cannot make my precious Sora “humanity’s enemy” so, in the end, I must be the one to eradicate thAT “bad thing”.)

(As for whether or not I’ll be able to obtain the power to destroy it or something that will be usefUL, I’ll have to ascertain its quality firST. The “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival” will be the perfect and worthwhile testing ground for thAT.)

Sora: (On second thought, does Master~ actually like the occult? But he must~ Otherwise, he wouldn’t call himself a magician!)

(I’m glad! Sora likes it too! Sora is happy knowing Master~ likes the things Sora likes!)

(That’s why! Sora wants to show Master~ the thing he wants the most!)

(It looks like Sora is the only one who can see it right now, so Sora has to think of a way to allow everyone else to see “it” too~)

(To do that–)

(Hyaa! Hmm!?)

Natsume: ? Sora, what’s wroNG? Was there a moppy piece of Mop-Glasses in the lunch box we got from the agenCY?

Sora: That sounds like a blessing if that was the case~♪ But it’s not that. Sora just got a message on “Hallhands”.

Natsume: A messaGE?

Sora: Yes! It’s a message about the next event? But there’s something fun scheduled to be happening soon during the lunch break?

Natsume: Something fuN…?

Sora: Umm? The thing that they often have at sports festivals. A cheering contest~♪

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[divinitysheart]

ACHIVEMENT UNLOCKED ;; Just Out of Reach

@ervaurem ( was this ordered? no, but you shall receive! x )

Her eyes finally fluttered closed after a day that had gone surprisingly well. For today, not once had she felt out of place amongst her friends, not that it’s much, but it’s still something she can be proud of herself for. Because this means she’s actually successfully coming out of her shell more, albeit very slowly. But, it’s a start, that’s for sure. And what better way is there to end the day than with a nice bit of rest?

The dream starts out with her feeling like she’s floating within the calm darkness of sleep, she feels peaceful and without worry. But then again, peace never lasts for too long now does it? Especially not when it comes to her dreams, or rather her nightmares.

Before she knows what’s going on, she feels as if she’s fastly free falling deeper within the darkness, only for it to lead to a blinding light which forces her to shut her eyes from how much it hurts to have such a light shine in her sensitive azure irises. And by the time she opens her eyes once more, she finds herself laying on wet ground, three figures to her left and one to her right. Their faces were blurry at first, but the person’s face on the right was the first and only to become unblurred. It was what she assumed was HIM, someone she’d made a promise to about 2 years ago.

She watches as HE walks away before getting up herself to dizzily follow HIM with a stagger. Not even caring to know if the other three would try to stop her, and surprisingly they didn’t. But she didn’t care to notice that, for following HIM and talking to HIM was far more important than anything. Reassuring HIM that she kept the promise was the thing that was on the forefront of her mind, not the danger, and certainly not if HE’D recognize her or not. She’s ignoring all the signs that should tell her that this truly is just another dream, for she wants it to be REAL.

Namine is lagging behind HIM, trying to keep up as much as her head spins and as much as she wants to collapse right back onto the ground. She only finally catches up to HIM when HE’S sitting on HIS throne. Something that was fitting for HIM, and something she felt proud to be able to witness. But in her attempt to come any closer than where she already stood was halted by some force, it made her feel as if her feet were glued to the ground below her. No matter, she just needs to talk, to speak. HE’S just within her reach this time, and she’s not about to hesitate like she always has. She will speak with confidence towards HIM.

“  Noct.. I’m sorry I took so long, but look! LOOK! I’m here now haa..haa. “

The way in which she speaks is almost hysterical, she’s been desperate to talk to Noctis once more, to confirm he’s okay. That’s all she wanted, for him to be okay and happy, for that would in turn make her happy to know that he’s doing well. But why would she ever get something that she wants? Fate has been cruel before, and it’ll be cruel once more.

Noctis seems to ignore her, to not care for her words, and speak to himself. Something that makes her heart ache with such great pain. Had he truly just said what he said to her back then to bring her comfort? Did he not care about her? No. No, that’s not the case, it can’t be the case. She refuses for Marluxia to have been correct.

“ Noct..? I’m right here! Dunno if you heard me the first time, but yeah! Look at me! I’m free, and I’m here for you! We’re together again! “

Once more he ignores her, but his ring begins to shine with a light. Something she doesn’t understand to an extent, because her memory doesn’t seem to be comprehending what’s truly going on. But one thing she manages to make out is an apology before the words become inchearent once more. An apology to HER for breaking the promise of meeting again, but it’s not directed at her as if she’s even here. It’s like he can’t…

That’s when it clicks in for her. She realizes he cannot hear or see her for whatever reason, which causes her to slap her hand over her mouth to prevent a choked noise from escaping. Because it’s just like before, it’s just like when he left Castle Oblivion, he’s just out of the grasp of her hands. And she hates it, she feels pathetic for not being able to reach him. So she refuses to give up, even though it’s practically impossible for him to hear her.

“ Noct, my dearest friend, you have to hear my calls out to you! Please! I’m right here, I’m right by your side once more! “

It’s to no avail as he summons his weapon and strikes it into the ground, she doesn’t know what he’s doing, but she can’t just give up. For if she did, what was the point of having survived Castle Oblivion? To fail a promise that she wishes to keep? She thinks not.

“ Please.. I can’t deal with this. Please just say something to me, say you can hear me, say you never cared, say you hate me, just SAY SOMETHING PLEASE! “

Blue blurs come down, she can’t make out what they are, and it frustrates her, afterall she just wants to know not only what’s going on but why he can’t hear her cries out for him. But all those thoughts stop when he’s struck by one of the blue blurs, because for some reason she feels the pain surge through her as well. As if when he hurts, she hurts as well.

Her theory is confirmed when all of them begin to strike one after the other as the pain crawling within her body becomes so unbearable a shriek leaves Namine’s mouth as she sobs. Tears roll down her cheeks as snot dribbles down her nose, this hurts so much, but as the last one is striking, she finally tries to call out one last time.

“ I'M RIGHT HERE. I'M HERE, NOCTIS! PLEASE, PLEASE I’M HERE-! “

-

Namine shoots straight up from her bed shoving her sheets off, for they felt as if they were suffocating her. And while the pain she swore she felt in the dream, or rather nightmare, didn’t linger. The pain and aching within her heart was a different story, for her heart was rattling against her chest erratically, she felt so far out of control and she hates it, she hates not being in control of herself so much.

So she grabs the pillow her head had been resting on before shoving her face right into it and screaming her anguish out along with her tears. For she felt pathetic, she felt as if she somehow failed him, and she doesn’t like it because she’s almost convinced it’s true that she had just failed him.

It’s hard to truly breath between her sobbing and her screaming, but once she sets her pillow down she tries to catch her breath thinking she’s calmed down only for the tears to start falling once more. Not as much as before, but they still fell from her tired and worn eyes. She should have known a good day would never last, not for her at least. But the one thing that kept her grounded from worrying about whether Noctis is dead or not is that it was just a nightmare. It wasn’t real, and it would never be real. For she knows he cares about her, or so she likes to think at the least.

She swallows her saliva as she finally out speaks out loud with a raspy and strained mumble,

“ When will you not be.. just out of reach for me? I miss you more than anything after all. It’s not fair. “

[thepostmortem]

Springtrap and Deliah: Rewritten | PILOT v2 (v1 available on DeviantArt)

Deliah and Nick Edwards have been driven out of their own home by Springtrap in his pursuit for Deliah's head, and are forced to reside wherever they can find shelter. The two are currently residing in a homeless shelter. In this shelter, Deliah befriends two teenagers from different situations, Ismael "Issy" Morato and Daniel Alvarado. Her and her father work daily to provide for themselves, each other, and labor alongside Daniel, Issy, and Issy's family to sustain.

This is a draft of stage directions that will be used to create the pilot in comic form. This draft is open to critique, and is not the declared, official pilot unless otherwise stated. 

Springtrap and Deliah is originally written and produced by Grawolfquinn. All credits go to their original holders. Rewritten/therealpostmortem is not affiliated with Grawolfquinn.

PAGE 1

The screen is black, but with only the text below

Deliah (voiceover): It was only 2 years ago, when all of this came to be.

The screen opens to Deliah Edwards, sitting on a mattress in a homeless shelter. She has a solemn, serious expression. Her father, Nicholas “Nick” Edwards, is standing beside her, talking to a group of people. He seems serious. There is lots of activity around the two

Deliah (voiceover): My name is Deliah Edwards…

The screen zooms in on her face, with Deliah looking just above the camera.

Deliah (voiceover): … and I am the next to-be victim of the infamous Springtrap…

The screen zooms in a little more, now with her looking in the opposite direction she was previously. Her expression changes to a mischievous but cold smile.

Deliah (voiceover): … or so he thinks.

PAGE 2

The setting changes, and shows Deliah and Nick walking down the street with paper bags of small foods. Deliah is ahead of Nick, and both are focused on the sidewalk ahead of them.

Deliah (voiceover): I wouldn’t consider myself to be exactly lucky, though. The way things are now… it wasn’t always like this.

It used to be much, much more different.

The scene changes to a flashback. 14 year old Deliah and a tall, yellow figure (Springtrap) are on the floor, having a conversation. The face of the yellow figure is cut off, and young Deliah seems very happy.

Deliah (voiceover): He used to be so nice to me. He would bake me cookies and pancakes… and even tuck me in. He felt like the first friend I ever really had and kept. Everything felt perfect.

Nick enters the scene, but his face cannot be seen. He seems upset, and interrupts the conversation. The yellow figure seems annoyed, and Deliah seems worried.

Deliah (voiceover): My dad never liked him though. Back then, I didn’t know why. I didn’t understand what was so awful about a big, fluffy bunny.

The feelings were mutual, though. He never liked my dad either, and they would frequently get in on it with each other. It scared me quite often.

Nick and the yellow figure seem to be in a tense back-and-forth conversation. Deliah pulls her legs to her chest, looking onward with a worried expression.

Deliah (voiceover): Sometimes, it was just insults between the two…

… other times…

A new flashback begins, with Nick being held against the floor by the yellow figure. The yellow figure is holding Nick by the arm, pulling him towards his face. Nick has a terrified expression. A silhouette of Deliah is visible in the corner, insinuating she is watching it happen.

Deliah (voiceover): … it was violence…

PAGE 3

The scene cuts back to Deliah and Nick with their groceries, as they enter the doors of the homeless shelter

Deliah (voiceover): But that’s just the beginning… at least, the beginning of something that would later be so tragic that I still can’t begin to comprehend it.

The scene changes again, cutting to Deliah speaking to two teenagers who are of a similar age to her. The one with long, straight hair, tan skin, and dark brown eyes is named Daniel Alvarado. The other, with dark, wavy hair, olive skin, and light brown eyes is named Ismael “Issy” Morato. They are sitting on a bed, together, and sharing an orange. They eat as they speak.

Deliah: One night… he… tried to kill me.

Daniel and Issy: What!?

Deliah: He tried to kill me! He chased me through my own home with a knife while my dad was gone. Then… he threw me into a glass table in the hallway. He threw me so hard that I was knocked out cold, and I don’t remember the details after that.

Daniel: Did your dad ever come back…? Or, at least hear about what happened?

Deliah, taking another orange slice: Erm, yeah, he did come back. He said my friend next door, Harry, heard a bunch of crashing and yelling and came by to check it out. He was… pleasantly surprised.

PAGE 4

Issy takes the last slice of the orange, and puts it in his mouth.

Issy: Did your dad and Harry run into each other? Or did they see it separately?

Deliah: They saw the whole situation separately, but Harry called the police, so when my dad returned, he saw a bunch of police cars outside our house. When he ran inside, he saw Springtrap, holding me. Harry said I was covered in blood.

Issy shook his head, with a mournful expression. Daniel sighed, looking up at Deliah with sympathetic eyes. He cocked his head slightly.

Daniel: … and, this was two years ago? I remember you saying that before…

Deliah, nodding her head: Yeah, something like that. I was only 14 then, and I’m 16 now, so about 2 years.

Issy: If he’s still after you, you need to do something about it! This… piece of shit has basically taken over you and your dad’s lives.

Deliah, sarcastically: Yeah, sure. Let’s call the police on a 7 foot, at least 600 pound murderer stuck in a rabbit costume, again! That’ll do that shot!

Daniel: No, he’s right Deliah. I mean, it probably sounds awful coming from people like us, but you know if you fail, you will die. And it seems like the more you continue to run, the more determined he gets.

Deliah sighs and pulls her legs to her chest. She seems to be in thought.

Deliah: How am I going to even do that…? I couldn’t fight him then, and God knows I can’t fight him now…

PAGE 5

Issy, suddenly chiming in: Yeah, maybe not alone…. get your dad to help you, and get Harry, too! Build an army against him! Hell, I’ll be in that army, too!

Deliah, heavily surprised: Issy, I don’t think-

Daniel: You’re not fighting that thing alone, Deliah, but you can’t keep running. If you’re going after him, I’m coming with. I wanna see that thing gone.

Nick walks over to the three. His face is obviously tired, but he is not agitated or worried at the moment.

Nick: What are you guys up to? Did you leave me any oranges?

The three look up at Nick. Deliah waves slightly. Her face is also tired, but forms a slight smile seeing her father.

Deliah: No, sorry… I was just telling Issy and Daniel about the whole thing with Springtrap. They asked…

Nick’s face becomes slightly disturbed and worried. He sits down with the three, next to Deliah.

Nick: Deliah, you know you don’t have to feel pressured into-

Deliah, interrupting him: No, Dad, it’s fine. They did ask, and I don’t mind telling them.

PAGE 6

Nick: Ok… I just want to make sure you’re fine.

Deliah puts her hand on Nick’s shoulder, showing him a reassuring smile.

Deliah: I’ll be fine, Dad.

Nick looks at the two boys with a worried look. However, the boys both flash rather corny smiles at him. They seem innocent enough.

Nick: Alright, as long as you say so….

I just came to say that there’s food being handed out in the front, and I think we should all go get some while they’re still in stock. It’s not great, but… it’s something.

The three stood up from the bed, seeming to agree with Nick. Deliah stood by her father, while the boys followed behind. They began to walk towards the back of the large hall, full of flat and plain beds. Mixed groups of people were pursuing the same direction, while others stayed behind. Deliah’s expression is serious, and she keeps her head forward.

Deliah (voiceover): The story of my life isn’t exactly a great one, but there’s a point where things begin, and a point where things end. Perhaps Issy and Daniel are right, and I should try to fight him. Of course, getting Harry and my Dad to do it with me won’t be easy, but something has to be done.

And I am determined to close this chapter, once and for all.

PAGE 7

The setting changes to later in the night. Deliah has woken up in the middle of the night with a difficult feeling of dread. She exits the hall with a jacket in hand, and steps outside of the building to the back parking lot. She slips the jacket on as she steps onto the pavement, and takes a deep, quiet breath. The ground is lightly frosted over, and the grass has a brownish tint. The parking lot has few cars in it, and is surrounded by a chain link fence.

She idles for a few moments, admiring the moonlight from the trees in the courtyard. However,  a foreign glow catches her eye. She looks ahead and sees the silhouette of a tall, bulky figure in the distance. It is standing still, and is completely shadowed over except for a familiar pair of glowing eyes. Deliah’s expression suddenly turns disturbed and fearful, and she quietly speaks.

Deliah: Shit…!

[cinnamonest]

Rewriting my Diluc housewife thoughts but I saved it in my notes this time, but I made it infinitely more sexist than it already was before bc 1) I was in the kink mood and 2) the spirits of writing gods possessed my body and told me that is the way all Diluc content should be, so, this is major 1950s-ish housewifey horrendously misogynistic shit, you've been warned. Like, even *I* looked back over this and was like "wow this is vile" which is kinda saying something for me so, putting the nastier parts under cut for the sake of my followers' eyes ----------- I was thinking about the post a while back about Diluc reforming a criminal darling - a thief around Mondstadt that's been on a crime spree and of course he catches wind of that and goes to defeat the perpetrator (surprisingly very easy? How is a thief this weak?) and haul the bastard off to jail except... What's this? Said criminal is actually just some girl and not a gross ugly bastard?? This changes things. Clearly, this was not an intentional act of malice or greed, but rather, he, master of criminal psychology™, rationalizes that the world is far too cruel for unwifed girls that have no one to depend on, a cold terrible place, so you must have been driven to these actions out of desperation. You had no provider, no caretaker, which are needs. How could you possibly be expected to provide a means of living for yourself?? This is just the consequences of the unfairness of the world. However, things all work out in the end. You need to be taken care of and restrained from these self-destructive choices by force (since you cannot recognize how bad it is, not that you're expected to, it's natural that you have poor perception, that's why you need a man to make choices for you), and he needs a wife. This solution benefits all parties.

He is, however, a rather dense man, and doesn't really think to like, tell you that. Or tell you anything. He's too lost in thought in his planning -- gonna get you new clothes to replace your ragged ones, gonna have to rearrange the guard schedule so they can watch the house better, all that -- and just kinda slings you up and over his shoulder without a word. Ignores you kicking and hitting because it doesn't really hurt or anything, you're too weak for that. Just says he’ll explain in detail later, but don’t worry, you’re not going to jail. He’s just taking you home. This is better, he says. Stop struggling so much, what, you want to go to jail? No? Then be still. And you don't recognize that it's good for you yet, but again, that's expected. In a better time or society, you would have been married off sooner, and prevented from ever falling victim to your own decision making to begin with, but the world isn't perfect and you can be forgiven for it. You're not responsible for your own actions since you can't comprehend them. It's frustrating and he sighs a bit over it, but that's just the way things are. You'll be happy in the long run, even if it takes a while, you're naturally programmed for a better lifestyle he has in mind. And, really, he's glad you weren't married off, because if you were then he never would have had you, so even though it was technically unideal, the stars align and the universe works out things perfectly. It's all the more of a sign that this was fate and you were made for him. The issue is that a hardened criminal darling is... Not the ideal candidate for a housewife. To some extent, he's right that the criminal underworld hardens a person, you can't survive in that realm if you're submissive or weak willed. And criminal darling certainly is not. Loud mouthed, opinionated, argumentative, bad attitude, defiant and aggressive and very much unafraid. A complete loose cannon. All very unfavorable traits. Worst of all, very much unaccepting of and ungrateful for the privilege of a second chance and being graciously granted the opportunity for a better life. Lots of bad behaviors.

The cursing is a problem. It's not very... Wife-like. Gives off a bad image, you know. Especially since said cursing is usually directed at him at a very loud volume with a snarl and getting all up in his face to tell him he's fucking insane and a bastard. To be honest, the worst part isn't the words themselves, it's the fact that you are so unafraid to be defiant and so fiery that is the primary issue. You disobey very deliberately. Little acts of pettiness. Being mean to the maids who are so graciously trying to teach you how to cook (at his direction), since you had no idea how to (and nearly burned his house down as a result). The first time you were mean and bitter and that's how you learned they report back to him about how you behaved. It did not go over well.  

Intentionally burning food. Once you somehow found a bottle in a cabinet somewhere in the mansion and put rat poison in his food, made him sick. Muttering a sarcastic whoops and shoving a vase off to crash and shatter on the floor. Early on you refused to wear all the nice dresses you were generously given and even tried to go through his clothes to find something to wear, which was kinda cute since it was way too big, but still. You mutter and grumble under your breath every time you're given a command. The most important thing is sex, though. You know, your job. One of your only real responsibilities. He has a very stressful job. It's only reasonable that he can expect to come home to his sweet, loving little wife with open arms and equally open legs. You've probably fucked around a bit right? For money, for favors, for intel, you get the idea, lots of ties to criminal gangs to earn their trust. So, if you do it for something so insignificant, how much more does he deserve it for taking care of you fully? You should -- and you will, with time -- drop to your knees the second he walks through the door. But instead, sigh, you fight and whimper and cover your face in shame after you spasm and cum, and worst of all, you actively try not to cum. You shouldn't feel ashamed of that, it's good, he says. Sure, you may not be officially married (since the laws of Mondstadt unfortunately require that whole "consent" thing for both parties, ugh), but, he's basically your husband right? So, it's perfectly normal, you're supposed to cum for him. Maybe once you're all knocked up you'll be even hornier, and less shameful. He actually wasn't expecting you to be this bad. Incredibly stubborn and prideful. Literally the exact opposite traits of a good wife, you know, submissive and humble and obedient. He kinda thought that it was like... automatic. That once he just kinda shoved you in the right environment, it would be like flipping a switch right? Apparently not. But no matter. It can be changed, with effort and time. You're worth it. See, you're not supposed to backtalk him, you're supposed to smile and do what you're told without question. You're supposed to submit and obey, and instead you seem hellbent on pissing him off out of spite - and frankly, you're doing a good job of achieving that. Every time you defy him it sparks an irritation he can't describe, worse than he'd normally get from just being snarled at by anyone - no, something about being disrespected by someone he feels is beneath him makes him much, much angrier than it would be if it were, say, one of the business partners who get snappy and argumentative very frequently. He could break you and it would be easy, don't you know that? You stomp and you hit him and you yell, but clearly you process that you have to look up to look him in the eye, you have to realize how much smaller you are. You hit him even though you have to know by now he'll just grab your wrists, and like always you'll be unable to even hope of pulling out of his grip, the strength difference between you two is so great. There's no way you don't realize all that, yet you continue to behave the way you do. The inferiority is so blatantly obvious, but you act as if it's not. He spends a lot of time contemplating the source of this, the cause of your behavior, it occupies his thoughts. It's like... You resent him for something. Could it possibly be kidnapping you and keeping you as a glorified sex slave? No, no, that's not it. It's something else, yes. Are you just bitter about being inferior in, you know, every conceivable way? Is that it? The criminality for you was compensation to make you feel powerful, perhaps. You have a complex. You resent him not for anything he's done, but because you know he's stronger and smarter and generally superior to you. You don't want to accept it. You're prideful when you shouldn't be. You're supposed to be humble and content with your inferiority. Yeah, that's it. You just have a negative perception of the lifestyle you're supposed to have. Maybe some event in your life or someone else warped your view of things. You don't realize how happy you'd be if you just accepted it. Yes, if you submitted to it, if you swallowed your pride and actually accepted your place, you'd find you would be very happy, you just don't know that. Or maybe, your brain can't grasp something like that. After all, that's the reason you're supposed to be the submissive party of the two of you, you're not as bright or perceptive (says the densest man alive). You have to be... Led. Guided. So he says it. He is, again, a dense man. He does not really think about the fact that perhaps blatantly confronting you with the epiphany he thinks he's had and specifically using the words inferior and weak and small is probably not going to make you very happy. You get bitchy and bratty and try to hit him and he sighs because, see, this is exactly what he's talking about. You reacting the way you did only confirms you do have a complex, he says. So, how could he go about... reconditioning? He is not the most creative man, but thankfully it's a rather easy problem to solve. If you're reminded of a reality often enough, you have to accept it. For starters, using physical strength against you. Maybe that will metaphorically open your eyes. Holds you down in place when you're hitting him like you do, firmly bending you over a counter or whatever and just holding you in place. Come on, try to get up, try to push him off. You snarl and claw at the marble and push will all your strength, but he doesn't budge, not until you politely apologize and ask him to let you up. If you're being difficult and not going where he tells you to, well, he can just sling you up over his shoulder and carry you. If you're fighting being fucked he can just flip you over and press your face into the mattress and hold you still, and you can't help but take the brutal reality that you're basically a ragdoll to him, that is, physically overpowering you doesn't even require trying. It helps to knock you down a peg, remind you of your place and maybe get you to swallow that pride a bit. The orgasms and fucking have a similar effect -- every time you can't help but feel like he has a power over you. And really, he kinda does. Every time you lay there still panting and shivering in aftershock, the shame comes swarming in, all the obscene noises you made and the way you came undone under the person that treats you like property. Even if the rational part of you knows better, you can't help but feel like in a way it's like you let him win, allowed yourself to more or less prove him right. Maybe you'll learn better if you're in more humiliating positions. Stuck getting rammed from behind, hand forcing your face down and ass up. Actually correcting bad behaviors requires more direct approaches, so he takes the... Old fashioned route. After all, it's pretty much guaranteed to work. You don't listen to words, you don't listen to reason, but you'll certainly listen to handprints and belt welts on your ass. It's the first time you really, truly break, and that brings him a lot of satisfaction. The first time you really cry and whimper and beg and apologize so profusely it feels like you mean it for once. Granted, for a while you just persist in your bad behaviors and even try to run when you see him sigh and take the belt off, but you never get far. And, most notably, you actually fix your behaviors, with enough reminders. At one point, the next time you start being bad and get to bitching and snarling and putting up a fight, you catch the look on his face and, for once, you shut your mouth and look down and mumble an apology by default. See, you're learning. Speaking of, you still have that major issue with backtalking him. You're supposed to submit to him and acknowledge his authority over you. So he gets firm. Grabs you by the jaw and forces you to look him in the eye and reminds you that you will *not* get an attitude with him. You *will* show some respect. You say yes sir and no sir and do what you're told. And if you forget, he can give you a reminder, if you want that. But you shake your head with fear in your eyes, say you don't want that. It makes you mad. You want to lash back, but you swallow your pride and mutter a fine - before realizing the mistake, violating the rule you were just reminded of. You stammer out a yes sir but it's already too late. He has to control himself too, not let his anger get the better of him. He speaks in a way that isn't snarling and mean, but rather firm, cold, a flat tone that asserts dominance and demands respect. But... still wants you to like him. So he has to be nice, too. After all, you'll learn better if you're rewarded for being good, right? So you can get little rewards. Words of affirmation. A pat to the head. He'll buy you something you want, let you drink a bit (since, as a thief, of course, you had a problem with that before you came home, but that had to be corrected too, since drunkenness isn't very befitting). And sooner or later he does have a really good little wife. He's proud of you. You smile and obey commands without complaining. He can come home every day, and rather than hearing a long report from the staff about how much trouble you caused that day, instead you have food and smiles and sweet affection waiting on him, you hug him when he walks through the door. You're polite and sweet to the various business partners and guests that come through -- you don't speak to them without permission though, of course, and you look down at the ground so you don't make eye contact with another man. People say he's lucky and how they wish they had a wife that was so outwardly affectionate to them as you are to him, always clinging to him physically. And you don't complain or every object to anything, you just smile and say yes and do it. It makes him happy in a weird way he can't quite articulate. A warm swell of pride, a feeling of success. You have vague memories of a time when you were breaking into houses just to scrape by, not knowing when you'd eat next, not knowing where you'd sleep. It's kind of a fuzzy memory now. You don't have to worry about those things anymore, and you're a lot happier this way.

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can i request the trend of tiktok “the faster you get to me the more kisses you get!” with tsukishima, akaashi, bokuto and hinata? 🥺👉👈

“THE FASTER YOU GET TO ME, THE MORE KISSES YOU GET” TREND

w/ tsukishima, akaashi, bokuto, hinata & iwaizumi

requests: OPEN

warnings: talk of pee and poop in iwaizumi’s

a/n: of course you can! thanks for the request! 💓 (also the trend is used more as a prompt than it is as the main focus whoops 🤡)

i added iwaizumi bc he was requested in another ask so i just merged the two. my character limit is still four max!

who gave him the right 🥵

the salt lick himself

this dude is annoyingggg

you already knew what his reaction was gonna be,, so why bother?

welll you just wanted to be like all the other tiktok girls 👉🏽👈🏽

you wait until you see tsukki and yama walking out of the club room and towards you

you’re bracing yourself for the embarrassment

“babe! the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get!”

no shit, he stops in his tracks. yama’s just looking at him like ‘what you finna do?’

you know what he does? turns around and starts walking in THE OTHER DIRECTION

you are… baffled

when finally catch up to him, you’re pouting

“dude, what the hell?”

he glances at you, then flicks your forehead dummy hard

you’re triggered, “did you just flick me?”

this snarky mf is now laughing at you

btw yamaguchi is very uncomfortable rn

tsukishima the leans down, bean pole headass, and kisses your forehead

“sorry i don’t do dumb tik tok trends”

“it’s not dumb! you just didn’t want to kiss me”

he looks at you with an unimpressed look, as if saying, ‘we both know that’s not true’

alas you’re still pouting

yama: “haha this is me, see you guys tmmr” *leaves in awkward*

tsukishima knows your not gonna stop acting like a baby until he gives you what you want

he sighs, walks a couple feet away from you, pulls out his phone and starts recording

“say the thing”

“huh?”

“the trend thing. say it”

your eyes light up so much and tsukki smiles a bit

he’s so soft for you uwu

“the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get!”

because he’s a tall boi, it only takes him a few steps to get to you but when he does, he kisses you hard

like damn, okay sir

when he pulls away you’re flustered asf, he chuckles and stops recording

“happy?”

this poor boy wouldn’t know a tiktok trend if it punched him the face

i hate to say it, but he’s a boomer 😔🤘🏽 just like dadchi

he’s at your house picking you up for a date and your sibling is bombarding him with questions

when you come out, akaashi is like ‘oh thank goodness’

you smile at him, then wack your sibling in their side

“stop bothering him you weirdo!”

“what we’re just having a nice lil chat”

you shake your head and start to walk away but your sibling is holding akaashi back, giving him the typical ‘you hurt her, i kill you’ speech

now you know your boyfriend is great when he’s under pressure but.. this is new territory for him

you remember a trend that you saw a while back and decide to do it now

you know keiji wants your family to like him, so he’ll be conflicted between going to you or staying and listening to your siblings speech

it’s perfect really

so you pull out your phone and start recording

“baby! the faster you get to me, the sooner we can go on our date and the more kisses you’ll get”

my guy just blinks, “it is getting late..”. plus he’s not opposed to the kissing part so he starts to walk towards you

“hey! i’m not done talking to you”

‘that’s true, it would be rude of me to walk away mid conversation… if you could even call it that’ he thinks

you laugh slightly, you can practically see the gears spinning in his head

“keiji come on we don’t have all day”

“don’t you walk away from me”

akaashi sighs loudly. the longer he spends talking to your sibling the less time he has with you. if he walks away, he’s at risk of your sibling hating him. he’s stumped.

suddenly he turns to your sibling, “sorry l/n, we can continue this discussion later. y/n and i have a date that’s very time sensitive. i apologize”

he then walks to you and grabs your hand before walking off

“y’know my crackhead sibling was just mess with you right? you could’ve just walked away”

“i figured, but that’s still rude”

ugh we stan boy who has manners

“so.. um, may i get a kiss now?”

omg he’s so cute i love him 🥺

you grin and pepper his face with a bunch of kisses, making him blush slightly

tbh you don’t even need to ask, this dude is infatuated w/ you

he’ll run to you any day of the week

but what had happened was.. y’all were on a date and bokuto went to go get ice cream

but that was like 15 mins ago and you’re just sitting on the park bench looking like a fool

and ngl you were a little worried bc bokuto is so easy to distract you’re thinking he fell into a pond or something

so you go to look for him and tbh it doesn’t take long cause cmon,, it’s bokuto

he be loud asf

n e ways, there he is in all his glory playing with a German Shepard who looked like it was trying so hard not to bite him

the owner looked nervous asf but was probably too nervous to say something social anixety be like that

bokuto spots you and waves at you frantically

“hey babe! look at this dog! it’s so cute!”

ugh bless him

you send the owner an apologetic look and turn back to bokuto

“it is cute but i think you’re aggravating it.. i don’t want you to get bitten. let’s go”

“it won’t bite me!” *to dog* “right? you’re too good to bite me, yes you are, yes you are”

*inhales* this stubborn kid, so now you got to think of a new tactic

you suddenly remember that bokuto is affectionate x1 mil

he would never miss a chance to be smothered in love

this was as good a time as any to do this trend and save your bf in the process :))

you whip out your phone, “hey baby? the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get”

when i tell you his head SWIVELED

the dude is an owl confirmed 🙌🏽

literally almost trips trying to get to you, now he’s looking at you like an excited puppy ready for pats

the owner gives you thankful look and leaves

bokuto is still staring at you, waiting for his smooches

so you deliver 😌 you grab his face and kiss all around and place a final kiss on his lips

bokuto looks so happy, like he’s smiling so wide rn

all hail tiktok it rly be saving your stupid boyfriend

my bby 🥺

he loves you so so so so much

hinata will do anything for you yes anything

and the feeling is mutual, but sometimes you cannot comprehend what goes on in that mind if his

like,, you could not, for the life of you, understand why he ran into MOVING TRAFFIC

let me tell you what happened

so you were shopping with your friends (and just to clarify y’all were a strip where there’s a bunch of stores on each block)

you guys were just casual walking and then your friend pointed out that it sounded like someone was calling your name

you looked around and there was your orange fuzzy bouncing up and down on the other side of the street

“BABY! BABE! Y/N! LOOK!”

too cute i swear

you smiled and waved, “hi baby!”

“wait until i get across this street imma kiss you so hard!”

cue your friends gagging

you giggle and decide to reference a tiktok cause why not?

“the faster you get to me, the more kisses you can get!”

b-but he thought you were serious

so yes he ran into the middle of a busy street

you are traumatized, paralyzed with fear if you will, you thought your boyfriend was going to die right in front of you

when he finally reached you, you scolded him mother hen mode activated

“why the hell would you do that hinata?!”

uh oh, you used his last name.. not good

“but you said–”

“i was joking!”

oh. now he’s embarrassed and sad bc you’re mad at him

at least he thought you were until you grabbed him and hugged him tightly, “don’t ever do any dumb shit like that again, okay? you scared me”

“i won’t,, but since i did risk my life, can i get a kiss?”

“NO.”

i feel like y’all have a relationship where you guys can be mean(?) to each other w/o getting offended

so you guys are at your house watching Netflix together and he suddenly gets up and leaves your room

“where are you going?”

“gotta piss”

istg i hate the word “piss” but IK he says that instead of “pee”

n e ways you resume watching the show but your bf’s been gone for like 10 mins

you go to the bathroom and knock on the door, “hey, you good in there? it doesn’t take 10 minutes to pee”

you hear him groan, “fuck off”

and then,, it all clicks, “are you constipated?!”

“FUCK OFF”

now you’re laughing your ass of bc what the fuck

“don’t clog my toilet nasty”

“y/n i swear to god if you don’t leave me alone–”

“what? are you gonna fling your doo doo on me?”

you finally stop teasing him and go back to your room

you send him a text, ‘still constipated? 💩’

‘breaking up w/ you is looking mighty tempting rn 🥴’

‘rude 🤧 but hey, the faster you poop, the more kisses you get’

this dude left you on read

and didn’t return until 20 mins later

“damn i know my bathroom stinks now”

“shut up and give me my kisses”

you raise an eyebrow, “i– you took 20 mins”

“okay.. did you want me to get up mid shit and come to you?”

you don’t why but that shit had you cackling, you reach up and pull him close to you

you give him a couple of pecks and a deep kiss

aww he’s smiling 🥺

“i love you my lil doo doo machine”

he pushed you off your bed

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