#this bad boy can fit so much thirst in him

[arachine]

my eyes r rolling omffff waht is wrong w u and how r u so talented! it’s not fair 🙏 but anyway i can’t stop thinking about more stepbro!neteyam and how you’re going through heat and he helps you out

claiming 🫘 if it’s not taken 😁

— sinful desires !

+ pairings :: step!bro neteyam x female na’vi!reader 

+ genre :: mature

+ general tags :: 18+ (explicit sexual content, explicit language)

+ content warnings :: characters aged up (20), dark content, pseudo-cest, reader gets her heat, corruption, dacryphilia, vaginal sex, f/m ejaculation...not proofread

+ note :: hi nonnie bb! wrote this as a thirst…went a little overboard hehe :3 + not my usual format ;( bc i wrote this before going to the dining hall LOL! but yeah, this is just smth light before i get started on my actual WIPS.

“c’mon, don’t look at me like that,” he thumbs your cheek, tilting his head with an avian flutter of his lashes. neteyam could be so…generous. always too eager to help—too eager to make everybody’s problems, his problems.

right now he had you splayed out in a clearing, one hand holding his weighty cock, and the other holding the back of your thigh. you’ve been in this position for a while, all heavy breaths and squirms, physically (and mentally) fighting the urge to relinquish your body to him—to let him you.

you always pictured your first heat going a lot smoother than this. that when the time came, you’d be prepared and mated—but you were neither. so, one could only imagine the moral dilemma that arises when you’re forced to choose between two (very bad) options: 1) doing nothing and ultimately succumbing to the pain, and 2) fucking the only guy who conveniently happened to be within proximity.

the latter was obviously, not something you would’ve chosen for yourself—but the pain was excruciating—debilitating, and your current location wasn’t giving you much room for choice.

“look, you can stay here and suffer, bound to the forest soil, or you can let me help you,” the boy slides the weeping tip of his cock over your exposed folds, “which one sounds better? wallowing in pain or big brother helping you, hm?”

the tail of his query is accompanied with a prod to your hole, and you whimper in response, arching up to grasp at his chest. neteyam finds amusement in this, chuckles under his breath and gets real low on top of you.

“c’mon, baby, say it. tell me with your words. not gonna make you do something you don’t want to do,” and with that he’s lifting your chin up, using the pad of his loitering thumb to swipe away crystalline droplets.

you nod your head slowly. first once, then twice, lifting your hips up to meet him halfway. he takes your silent acquiescence as an invitation to glide into you. and, fuck, it’s so easy…fits right in like a glove. overwhelmingly wet and warm, a terrible combination that scares him.

you’re trouble, he thinks. because he knows that after he fucks you, gives you what you want—he’ll only want more. and that hunger will only grow, it’ll fester and fester, until the only way he can get off is with you. and that couldn’t happen, no—because this was only supposed to be a one time thing.

what would the people think of their future olo’eyktan messing around with his little sister? surely, they’d denounce his claim and deem him unfit to lead, right? and what would your parents think? they’d probably disown the both of you, or worse, disown you. and that’s the last thing he wants—to ruin you.

which is why this has to be the first time and the last time.

“‘teyam make me feel good please!” you clasp your hands behind his neck, forcing him to lay atop of you, “wan’ it to stop hurting…please, just…help me.”

there’s a flicker in your eyes when you say it, and he likes it. makes his spine tingle and his pupils dilate. because he wants to hear you do it again.

“you want me to make you feel good, huh?” a slow, drawn out thrust, “want big brother to make it feel better here?” he unsheathes himself from your gummy cunt and taps the top of your mound with the weight of his length.

“mhm, need you now, ‘teyam. please, hurry!” of all the years he’s known you, he’s never known you to be a beggar. the sheer desperation in your voice alone was enough to make him forgo all of his disciplines.

without pause, he guides his mushroomy head back to your leaking hole, and pushes himself all the way in until the fat of his balls is plush against your ass.

its’s so swift, the way he completely takes charge, like he’s done this before—like he’s been inside of you. your body was foreign to him, a stranger, and yet, it wasn’t. and he convinces himself as much because of the way you’re responding to him.

you are putty under his touch, and every moan, grab, clutch, and clench only confirms this.

faster, deeper—harder, you preen. and he obeys. does it when you command it, and doesn’t ease up. it’s almost unreal, the way the two of you are moving in perfect synchrony. like you’re liquified metal, melding together to form one.

“shit, feel you clenching. are you close, baby?” he syncopates each word with a harsh thrust, letting his weight distribute to one arm as he encases the side of your head. you nod eagerly, mumbling a string of expletives, followed after a series of strangled cries.

“f-feel it coming, don’t stop.” you’re so close, so, so, so close to that sweet release that you’ve been chasing after since it happened, and you’ll be damned if you don’t get it.

unconsciously, you wrap your legs tighter around his torso, and pull him down by the neck until his face is mere centimeters away from yours. you’re close—too close. so close that if he were to dip his head down just slightly, he’d kiss you.

your eyes flit to his lips, to his eyes, and then back to his lips. calling. beckoning. pleading.

kiss me, is what he thinks they’re saying. but he’s scared it’s too…intimate. a kiss would solidify things—feelings—and he didn’t have the mental fortitude to come to terms with that just yet.

this was supposed to be something he did to help you, he reminds himself. he was just doing you a favor, because that’s what brothers did, right? just a favor. nothing more, nothing less.

but eyes stare back into eyes, and breaths intertwine with breaths, and shit, he’s a weak man. this was another deadly combination that could only be blamed by the forced proximity. damn this.

he presses his lips to your own, harsh and heavy, leaving no room for anything. no room for hesitation—air—not even for protest. and when you kiss him back with just as much want, just as much need? he’s melting into your touch, ramming into you with such unbridled velocity, that you don’t even register the accidental love bite you gave his lip.

he works through it though, licks the blood up and continues his assault on your cunt. lays thrust after thrust until your body falls lax in his hold and your thighs clench shut around him.

“that’s it, sweet girl,” he coos, “go ahead, give it all to me.” with the encouragement of his sweet words, you come undone all over his cock, with his own release not too far behind.

“fuckfuckfuck, where you want it?” he grunts out through broken moans.

“inside, do it inside!” you sob, grabbing for his neck once more, pulling him down to your chest. you help to draw his release out by moving your hips in unison with his, holding yourself up on your forearms as he sheathes himself in and out of you at a dizzying pace.

with a final piston, he finishes inside of you. the two of you stall in the air briefly before he gently lowers you down onto your back, him following soon after to lay on your breasts.

when his breaths even, and the bioluminescent plants begin to glow, he unsheathes himself from inside you and sits back on his knees. you look so pretty, he thinks. with his spent seeping from your hole, and your skin all slick with sweat.

“this can never…” you breathe, chest still heaving and breaths ragged, “never, ever happen again.”

a beat. he doesn’t answer. and you repeat yourself, only this time, with more power behind your tone.

“hey, this can never happen again. got it?”

he can only manage to give you a nod, but he doesn’t give you his word.

because this? this wouldn’t be the last time. he was going to be selfish, and if that meant ruining you for anyone else in the clan—if that meant keeping you from finding a potential mate, he’d just have to ruin you.

© arachine 2023

[lunas-side-anime-blog]

AOT Icks (Eren, Armin and Mikasa)

one thing about me: i am a hater

Eren

def has mommy issues and no woman could ever compare to her like good luck to any of his girlfriends lmao

^^ that being said, as a roommate he’s a nightmare like you can tell his mom cleaned up after him all the time because it doesn’t even occur to him to do so now

toxic gym bro who says shit like “we all have the same 24 hours”

def has the the 3 in 1 bottle in his shower, I just know it

prob calls women “females” 

the cringiest instagram captions like I know he will post sum: “I think my closet bi-polar, it keeps throwing fits💯”  like dude, get a grip

attempts thirst traps, he has a ripped body so it kinda works but the content is so transparent you can’t help but roll your eyes

go out to a bar with him or something and he’s the type to try to make everything a fight

like if someone bumps into you, he's quickly in their face like "what's good bro😡” and you know its not actually about you so much as eren tryna beat someone up

i think he’ll use spit as lube thinking he’s so bad boy and lewd when it’s actually just so bad for your PH like ewwww (if u have a vag ofc)

i feel like his hair would get so greasy, mikasa and armin have had to force him down with shampoo in hand before 

so gross but you came here for icks and I don’t believe Eren believes in holding back his farts for anyone

it can be the most intense and serious event like a funeral and he’ll rip a loud one and be like “what? it’s not good to hold it in??”

Armin

nail biter who will chew on them till the bone and you hear that loud ass “crONCh"

says he hates drama but that’s just something he says to not seem petty bc at the first sight of a fight best believe he’s sitting there, watching it all go down, wine glass in hand like "🍷🤨👂" 

lil shit will even add lil comments to keep the beef alive, like i can see him loudly asking “okay but jean didn't you say her outfit made her look fat though?”

if you're in a debate with him, he’s the type to say something like “you're so uneducated about the subject, I’m actually pretty well versed in it” and your like "okay so what's all ur research then?" and he'll just quickly change the subject bc he didn’t actually have sources to cite lmao

is one of those bfs who would make fun of you for liking trashy tv but guess who eats that shit up everytime? armin.

he does that dad thing where he walks around in the living room and acts uninterested with what’s happening on the screen but he’s actually so invested and would be fuming if you dared watched an episode without him 

i think he’d also be the type to try to be friends with his ex even if they obviously still have feelings for him, but if you dared even talk to yours he’d get all huffy and puffy like “go be with him then🙄” 

got obsessed with skincare after watching your routine but u kinda created a monster bc now he’s critiquing your products and techniques? “Babe you should really consider a gel moisturizer, it’s better for your pores'' and you're like, “boy you used neutrogena when I met you???” 

is that bf who will shower at your place and use up all your expensive washes and scrubs 

not the best gift giver tbh, I think he’s a firm believer that all gifts should be practical so even if it’s a romantic anniversary date and he slides over a lil present, it’s probably just gonna be socks or something, srry

Mikasa

applies her chapstick like a man (iykyk)

“he know where home is” bitch, I hate to say it

i think she’s a girl’s girl until her man cheats on her, then she’d be the type to fight the girl and not really address her man…which is just… 😣

as a friend I think she’s sadly the type to unintentionally embarrass you bc she doesn’t get some social cues.

like you can miss a hang and ppl ask where you are and she’d just say matter of factly “oh they’re fine, they just have diarrhea rn!” and she won’t understand why you’d be mad?

outfit repeater to the max, she has like three tops that she likes and all pics of her are with her wearing one of those three tops

a lil delulu and prob genuinely believes all the tiktok pick a card vids on her feed

likes her coffee black and somehow thinks she’s better than everyone for that???

as a gf she checks your snap score and location regularly and has no shame in it 🙂

fights in her sleep like you will just be sleeping next to her all soundly and next thing you know you get punched in the face? she refuses to apologize in the morning bc she “has a right to defend myself in a nightmare” or whatever

when shes mad at someone she’ll post like ultra specific lyrics or captions and it’s so obviously targeted at one person everyone else is like "girl go to bed, don’t even post the quote…"

[torialefay]

☀️ Sun in Libra ⚖️

bangchan as your boyfriend!!! (pt. 2)

(based on astrology) 🔞

✨bangchan x reader (f); fluff, angst, slight smut if you count like 4 sentences.

✨ word count: 2.3k

✨take a look into chan’s natal chart to see what type of boyfriend he would be! in this post, i will be talking about his sun in libra. this is a series!!! so follow up later if u want more <3

✨i will give a brief synopsis of what each chart placement means (for all my non-astrology friends out there <3) and how that would affect channie in a relationship :)

✨ author’s notes:

(1) some very sweet stays confirmed that channie’s birth time is in fact 20:54, yay! this means i will get to look into more aspects of his chart and post more content for anyone who wants to keep up.

★★(2) i am considering doing brief (just bullet points/highlights) astrological compatibility readings if anyone wants one! if you’re interested, message me your birth date, time, and location OR lmk your placements. i’m gonna limit the reading to include you x 1 skz member only! just specify who you’d like.

(3) i am trying to get better at using gender-neutral pronouns so more people can feel included in my posts. i’m really struggling since i use phrases like “my girl” a lot. anyone who has some good alternatives or tips, please message and lmk!

(4) the aspects in this reading are based solely on my opinions and interpretations! nothing about a person is set in stone simply because of astrology. please don’t use anything i say as canon :)

✨warnings: light sexual undertones???

✨ tl/dr: chan is a people pleaser, and thus as a bf will be a YOU pleaser. happy thirsting.

Sun in Libra: Sun signs are all about personality- the face you show the world! It is also the lens through which you usually see yourself and how friends would describe you.

-Libra is a cardinal sign, meaning that people who are in this placement REALLY live by the aspects associated with that placement- in other words, chan is likely to hold very true to these values.

-Libra is ruled by Venus, the planet of love, beauty, and charm. People with a Libra Sun tend to be extremely charming and value beauty in the world. They often seek approval from others and are people pleasers. They want to be well-liked and well-known. Because of this, they will avoid conflict and have a hard time being criticized or being involved in drama of any kind. They will also often “mold” themselves to fit into any environment. This is partially because they highly value balance and peace in their lives, and can also lead to indecisiveness.

as your boyfriend:

• Chan will mold every aspect of his personality to fit with yours. Once he decides he is interested in you (because he can be one indecisive mf’er), he will literally BECOME the person you want and need (even tho you think he’s perfect as is). And he loves it too. He loves the feeling of being the only person in the world who is “perfectly made for you." Even more, he loves the fact that you know that he’s the perfect man for you. He will need constant reassurance of it too.

• He LOVES when you dress him. I’m talking (1) you are picking him out an entire wardrobe, (2) you are picking his outfits for every date you go on… so it matches with you ofc hehe, (3) if he doesn’t know what to wear, he is automatically calling you (i mean you know his closet anyways since you chose it all, so might as well choose from afar). He wouldn’t buy any clothing without sending it to you first to make sure you think it’d look good on him. He’d like for you to pick him out new styles, but he would ADORE when you stick to things he’s comfortable with like blacks and more comfortable attire. He would love how much you thirsted over him when he put on his “bad boy tumblr aesthetic” outfits. It would make him feel so much more confident going into everyday life knowing that he was dressing up for and catering to his girl only.

• He will absolutely still mildly flirt with stays (sorry y’all). But he will be mindful to not take things too far… in other words, no more calling stays Mrs. Bang lol. That one is reserved for you. He just has such a charming and flirtatious personality that he can’t help himself. BUT he always makes sure to conclude anything he says to stay with “haha I’m just joking… So thankful my beautiful girlfriend will share me with STAY.”

• He is taking you out on LOTs of dates and TONS of events. He is a super social guy, so he loves any chance he gets to take you out and make memories- especially in groups. If any of the boys have a significant other, he would love nothing more than to go on double dates with them. He would always plan for something low key, but fun with them. Anything extravagant is reserved for you only.

• Chan would introduce you to all the s/o’s of skz and would basically push you to be besties (without even realizing it). He’s so good at being social and over-committing himself that he would most likely always take up the opportunity to hang out with skz and their partners, including you by default. Cause you’re an extension of him, duh. He’d love when you’d bond and get super close with the members’ partners, and it would reassure him that you were the one for him when he saw how well and perfectly you blended into the friend group.

• He is buying you flowers every damn week. It doesn’t matter if you’re with him or on the other side of the world, he is making sure you have flowers. Or snacks. Or whatever you’re into. He is a people pleaser by nature, and who else would he want to please? He also can’t resist the smile on your face when he knows that he’s the cause.

• He likes it when you baby him. You are the ONLY person he lets take care of him. He has such a strong and happy personality with others, and many times he will not feel comfortable being vulnerable with too many people. You know how stressed he gets. He is always trying to keep up appearances after all. When he gets home from a long day of doing everything anyone could possibly ask of him, he feels the immediate comfort of knowing that you will take good care of him. He would love when he’d come home to a meal that you cooked. Or when you were watching a movie and you’d sit up with your legs in front of you, motioning for him to rest his head on your lap so you could play with his hair. He would absolutely melt if he was sitting at his desk working on something, and you’d come up behind him, towering over him with forehead kisses while you squeezed into his back. He would love the comfort he felt during foreplay (or even when he was bored) of just holding, squeezing, and sucking on your tits while you looked down at him with loving eyes. He’d go wild at the way you would straddle him and rub him through the fabric of his shorts while telling him how perfect and loved he is.

• Channie will hate any fights he has with you. He genuinely cannot deal with it. He hates feeling like he’s done something wrong, and it will take him a longggg time to talk to you about it if he feels something isn’t right or if he gets mad. Usually, you will have to initiate the conversation.

• “Channie? Can we talk?” You knocked on his door. You had gotten into an argument with him about an hour ago.

◦ A stupid argument really. He had heard you talking with a friend over the phone. “You and I both know Chris isn’t going to buy me that,” you laughed into your cell. “He’s saving up for that new car that he has to have,” you rolled your eyes and smiled. You thought it was a joke of course. It’d be ridiculous for him to buy you a $5,000 ring for no reason. YOU thought you were just being sarcastic. Maybe in retrospect, Chan didn’t feel the same.

◦ He looked at you with a face that tried to mask being upset. But you could tell. “What are you talking about?” He asked with a clenched jaw.

◦ “That ring,” you smiled and stuck your tongue out at him, obviously messing with him. He knew the ring. You’d showed him weeks ago.

◦ You saw his face go blank, like a bare canvas just waiting to see what reaction would be painted on next. He raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips, and nodded. You could see the annoyance on his face. He stood up of the couch and promptly headed to the bedroom. What was his problem?

◦ Now here you are… an hour later and radio silence.

• Chan gave no response. “Please, I want to talk about this…” you trailed off and waited for a few seconds. Still no response. “Come on Channie, I hate when we are fighting, please let’s just talk about this so we can feel better.” You heard rustling and then saw the door in front of you slowly open. There was a messy-headed Chris stood in front of you with puffy eyes and a locked-in jaw. You put your hand on his chest and nudged him ever so slightly so you could pass through the doorway and sit on the edge of his bed. He followed.

• “Okay, do you want to go first, or do you want me to go?” You asked, trying to get him to look into your eyes. He avoided them at all costs.

• “Do you really think I’m that bad of a boyfriend? You think I’m that self-absorbed to be funneling money into some fancy car, when I wouldn’t even buy you a ring you’ve been wanting for months? I would give you the world y/n, and you know that! Why would you even say something like that?” His lids and eyebrows turned downward as he spoke loudly. He was genuinely hurt.

• “No, I do not think you are a bad boyfriend! I think you are the best boyfriend in the world. Honey, I was KIDDING. I know how expensive that ring is. I was making light of how ridiculous it would be for you to just randomly buy it for me. I was joking that the reason you didn’t do it was because of the car, but it was just sarcasm. That’s literally it. How could you think I was serious?” You looked him dead in the eyes with a furrowed brow.

• “Because I AM serious y/n. I already bought you that ring. Because I love you. I was waiting until Valentine’s Day to give it to you. And you saying that just makes me feel like I’m the worst boyfriend. And now, that’s what your friends think too. I just- that just makes me really upset.” You felt your heart break. It wasn’t anger in his voice. It was disappointment. Disappointment in you. You knew how badly he struggled with self-image and with how others perceive him. It meant a lot to him. Even though he was trying to work through it, he wasn’t there yet. And you knew that.

• “Channie,” you breathed out. “I am so so sorry. I need you to know that it wasn’t my intention to make you feel that way. I think you are the perfect boyfriend.” You scooted closer to cup his face in your hands. “My friends know you are the perfect boyfriend. I talk about it all the time.” You lowered your face down to look him in the eyes. “I tell them about how much of a gentleman you are, always opening the door for me and holding my hand when we’re walking. About how beautiful you sound when I visit you at the recording studio and you’re making a sample. About how strong you are that I can feel it every time I grab onto your arms.” A tiny smile crept across his face and he looked down in embarrassment. You unconsciously mirrored his smile back. “I absolutely revel in the fact that you are the most perfect man I’ve ever known. Please don’t think that I think anything less of you. You are my perfect boy, and I’m sorry if I did anything to make you feel unloved or unappreciated. I will call her back right now just to emphasize to her that I was kidding if you think it would help you feel better.”

• Chan had a small tear in his eye when he finally looked back up at you. “No, no, you don’t need to do that… I’m sorry baby. I just- I took it the wrong way. You know I can do that from time to time,” he giggled up at you, getting embarrassed again. And he wasn’t wrong. “You are the most special person in the world to me. I never want to not live up to what you deserve… I know I have had problems with this, but I promise you that I’m working on them, and I will continue to work on them until I get better at it. You’ve already helped me so much.” Looking deeply at you, he sighed and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I will do better, I promise.”

• “It’s okay, it really is. We just have to work together through this. I also promise to do better at not making little jokes about you and being more respectful about our relationship. We will work on it together, okay? Deal?”

• “Deal.” He stuck out his pinky for you to intertwine with yours. In the same moment, you both bent down to kiss your hand. You’re sworn into the pinky promise now. You followed up with a swift kiss to his lips and a big hug around his neck. You stayed like that, locked in for a couple of seconds until you could feel his body relax underneath you.

• “Let’s not fight anymore. This feels way better,” you murmured into the side of his neck.

• “I can think of something else that would feel even better.” He locked his hands behind your waist and flipped you to onto your back. Maybe pinky promises could be broken, you thought. Hell, you’d break it if the fighting led to this.

• He gently kissed down your neck. “We will be okay,” he whispered softly into your ear. “I will be perfect for you, and you will be perfect for me.” Sun in Libra.

[greenqueenhightower]

One of the failures of this is season IMO is Aemond's character. Alicent wants to feel valued, Argon wants love, Healena isn't relevant cause *autism*, but what's Aemond's deal? I thought from season one that he wanted to do his duty to his house, be the best Targaryen he could be (whatever this means to him) in a kind of selfless way, except when Daemon is involved. But now season two is trying to show he actually wants to be king? Since when??

In theory Aemond growing from a dutyful boy to a man who covets the throne can work. Power is power and Aemond has the ultimate one at his command. The parallel with Daemon works too. Unfortunately the writing is shit. We don't see the fall out after Jace's death which could have been a major conflict for the Greens. But then we have a scene where Aemond says he regrets it. Ok. But this doesn't tell me why he wants to replace his own brother now. Maybe because he suddenly realized he could deal with his bullies? Idk at this point I'm writing fanfiction and pulling my hair out that the show is messing it up so badly. People who write could probably explain this better than me

Apologies for the wall of text.

Hi anon 💚

It took me forever to get to this but I’m always happy to hear y’all’s thoughts and leave my two cents.

I don’t think that being explicitly exposed to Aemond’s ambitions in S2 necessarily is bad writing. On the contrary, I think the writers left some hints in S1 regarding Aemond’s ambitions and thirst for power. Ever since his first scene in the dragonpit, we got to see that Aemond is not one to cower in fear or accept humiliation. When no one is looking, he ventures deeper into the pit to get a glimpse at (and a chance to claim) a dragon. This boy knows that he's being cheated out of his legacy, and he is very well aware of his abilities. Seeing him pursue this ambition to claim a dragon, it’s as if Aemond is telling us that he will never stop until his goals are met and his ambitions are satisfied. Heck, I’d dare say it’s better than having Aemond explicitly state it. I like the subtlety in which his characterization moves from S1 to S2, as Aemond grows from an ambitious and fearless child to an even more ambitious and fearless man.

Aemond wanted to be king ever since he saw and surmised that he would be the “best” choice for it. In his mind, all his insecurities would vanish, his bullies would be left speechless, and his worth would be proven if he were to be king. So, yes, he very much had thought about it, and he very much wanted it even before Aegon was crowned. In 1x09 he lets some of this ambition slip out when he tells Criston that it is he who studies the histories and who's the most competent with a sword. He even says that if anyone were to seek him with intent to make him king, he wishes to be found. He wants that throne, and he resents Aegon and Alicent for taking it from him. He resents that Alicent can't see why he's the best fit for it (but he is so deluded because of his own ambitions; Alicent knows that Aemond isn't the best fit for the throne). So when he sees an opportunity to covet the throne and gain all that “should” be his, he does it without second thought.

[reminiscentrainclouds]

The Dragon Prince season 6 spoilers below! Just a bunch of my thoughts because boy do I have a lot of them!

I still can't believe the way that whole switcheroo trick with the pearl backfired on Callum. It was so painful to watch because I knewwww it was going to happen the minute he decided to carry the fake down there by himself. Rayla was literally offering to go down there with him!! It would have been so easy for both of them to go down there just in case! I mean, the fake and the pearl both looked exactly the same; it would be easy to make a simple mistake and confuse them, so you'd want to make extra sure you were taking the right one with you!! Callum's confidence is very admirable, but considering he was so worried about it, he really should have been more cautious!

I just really like the way that part of the plot played out. This whole season had soooo much irony in it, but especially with this whole thing. The second it was revealed to be the fake pearl, I was like, "Yippee I was right!!" But also, "They're doomed." Because!! It's left completely unattended!!

And then Sol Regem started attacking Katolis and I was like NOOO IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER. Although at first I was thinking it was gonna get like, smashed or something in the rubble and that would release Aaravos but man. MAN. There was so much more in store, that was a wild ride... Don't even get me started on Viren's sacrifice. I hate him and I think he got what he deserved, both in terms of what he lost and the crushing guilt he felt, but man. I was really sympathizing with him ever since he got revived, and that last scene with him hurt.

But it was a satisfying and fitting conclusion for him. He had intended on swearing off dark magic and attempting to right his wrongs, but instead, after a lifetime of sacrificing other lives for magic, he ends things by sacrificing his own life, which was already stolen after being revived anyway, to help save the people of Katolis. Sucks that he ultimately was convinced to use dark magic again, as if it was something he could never really escape, as if he never really learned anything, but the big difference was that he was sacrificing no other life than his own here. And he did help people. I'm probably massively misinterpreting everything because my interpretations are always kind of off...but he's just a really interesting character.... He made a lot of bad decisions but I understand his motivations, and I feel like he was really quite Doomed By The Narrative, pushed into a corner and faced with two equally bad decisions in many cases. He's the kind of bad guy who I really wish could have had the opportunity of not being a bad guy, y'know?

Aaravos is much worse and much less redeemable to me, but I feel a similar way about him. Like I Get It. Can't relate to what appears to be his thirst for revenge but I can understand. Learning about what happened to his daughter makes me angry on his behalf! The fact that all this had to happen in the first place hurts a lot! All this could really be blamed on that council of Startouch Elves, for what seemed like an extremely unnecessary punishment for his daughter. Although I'm curious about what more information we might get on the whole cosmic order and everything, I don't know. Taking Aaravos's child like that was unnecessarily cruel though; regardless of how serious of a crime or whatever giving humans magic was, there's no way she had bad intentions, and it's not like killing her would reverse what happened. AUGH anyway. What a season.

[serenelystrange]

At AO3, or under the cut!

Notes:

Listen. These boys are idiots, and I love them so much. This is just an absurd situation and a whole lot of fluff. I regret nothing!

Work Text:

“You know those scenes in the movies?” Eddie asks, “where there’s the obnoxious record-scratch, and then the main dumbass is like “I bet you’re wondering how I ended up here?””

Buck laughs, their shoulders brushing against each other from where they’re sitting side by side on one of the two sleeping cots that Bobby managed to fit into the designated Quiet Room at the station.

“Like in Thor?” Buck asks, leaning his back against the smooth wood paneling of the wall.

Eddie nods.

“Exactly,” he says. “This feels like one of those. Who the hell gets quarantined inside an anxiety room four years after a global pandemic?”

Buck snorts a laugh, eyes still closed.

“I think chemical warfare is a little different than Covid,” he says, sounding disturbingly unbothered by the whole thing.

Eddie makes a mental note to bug him about his therapy if they don’t die in this increasingly stifling room.

“We don’t know that it was anything like that,” Eddie says, trying to be the voice of reason. “It was probably just some asshole’s idea of a prank.”

“Exploding unidentified powder from a box of chocolates is a hell of a prank,” Buck says. “And you saw the machine when they scanned us.”

“It did have a lot of red lights,” Eddie concedes. “The entire station scrambling back in horror didn’t help, either.”

Buck laughs again, a dry thing, and pulls his head away from the wall, leaning his whole body back against it instead.

“At least we have water?” he asks, gesturing to the case of bottled water on the floor by their cots.

“We won’t die of thirst before whatever this poison is kills us,” Eddie agrees. “That’s something I guess.”

He leans back then, pressing into the wall, trying to calm his racing heart.

Beside him, Buck inches just a tiny bit closer, until they’re touching from shoulders to elbows, and nudges him gently.

“We’re gonna be fine,” he says, and something about how earnestly he seems to believe it allows Eddie to catch his breath, even if his mind is still racing almost as fast as his heart.

“Christopher,” he says, voice cracking around just the word.

“Is having a great time with Maddie and Chim and Jee,” Buck says, soothingly. “He doesn’t know anything except that we got stuck on a long call out. He won’t even be worried.”

“I know,” Eddie says, quietly.

“You’ll be home by breakfast,” Buck says. “As soon as whatever government lab ran off with those samples clears us, we can get the hell out of here.”

“Don’t you think for a minute you’re not following me home,” Eddie says with a conviction Buck rarely hears outside of a risky rescue scene.

“Obviously,” Buck says, turning to look at Eddie’s serious expression for a moment and giving him a little smile. “The loft is too quiet anyway.”

Before Eddie can reply, his phone is ringing and Bobby’s name flashes on the screen. Sitting up straighter he answers the call, putting it on speaker and holding it between him and Buck.

“Hey, Bobby,” he says. “Please tell me we’re not dying of anthrax or something.”

They hear a laugh in the background that sounds suspiciously like Hen, who was supposed to have gone home to her wife hours ago.

“Good news and bad new, boys,” Bobby says, sounding the kind of bone-deep tired Eddie can feel on a molecular level.

“Good news first, please,” Buck says, “I’d love some good news.”

“Good news is that the powder samples we gathered haven’t been identified as any known poison or otherwise bio-chemical weapon.”

“That’s good, then!” Buck says, leaning his whole body towards the phone as he speaks. “That means we can leave soon, right?”

Beside him, Eddie shakes his head silently and waits.

“Wait,” Buck says, catching up. “What’s the bad news?”

“The bad news,” Bobby says, “is that the powder samples we gathered haven’t been identified as any known poison or otherwise bio-chemical weapon.”

“There it is,” Eddie says, thudding his head dully against the wall in frustration.

“So until we can make sure whatever you were dosed with is harmless, I’m afraid you’re stuck.”

“Not cool,” Buck says, sighing.

“Hang in there,” Bobby says, and then there’s a noise of shuffling as someone takes the phone from him.

“You guys having any weird symptoms?” Hen asks, sounding like she’s walking as far from the crowd of people as she can. “Troubling breathing, loss of vision, bleeding out of any orifices, stuff like that?

“Jesus, Hen,” Eddie says with mild horror. “No, I haven’t felt anything weird.”

“Buck?” Hen asks, and Buck shakes his head before seemingly remembering she cant see him.

“I’m good,” he says. “Mostly just feeling bored, and kinda hot. Actually, really hot. Why is it so hot in here?”

“They had to cut the AC so it doesn’t spread whatever that stuff is around,” Hen says with an apologetic tone.

“Oh good,” Bucks says, laughing slightly at Eddie’s bewildered look. “It means it’s actually hot, not that I have a super high fever.”

“When you put it like that,” Eddie says, shrugging.

“We’ll call you back as soon as we know anything,” Hen says, “it’s going to be just fine.”

She hangs up before either of them can respond or protest, not that it would do any good anyway.

Eddie shoves his phone back in his pocket and tries to stretch out his tense shoulders.

“Where are you even going?” Buck asks, watching with amusement as Eddie stands up.

“I’m going to take a nap and hope this whole thing is over when I wake up,” Eddie says, like the consummate millennial with poor coping strategies that he is.

He moves the short span of space over to the other cot and lays down, still facing Buck, and closes his eyes.

“Wait,” Buck says, grabbing the hoodie he had pulled off earlier and rolling it up into something vaguely resembling a pillow. “Here. You don’t need a crick in your neck on top of all of this.”

Eddie opens his eyes long enough to take the makeshift pillow and tuck it under his head, the crashing anxiety adrenaline making him unbearably sleepy all at once.

“Thank you,” he says as his eyes close again. “Wake me up if you start dying or something, ok?”

“Sure,” Buck says, and Eddie just knows if he could open his eyes, he’d see Buck’s somber gaze on him even as he laughs.

The crash wins out before he can even try, and everything goes blessedly quiet.

Eddie is woken up by the loud ringing of Buck’s phone, and he opens his eyes as Buck answers, unaware he’s awake.

“Hey, Cap,” he says quietly, as if not to wake Eddie, and Eddie can’t help but feel warmed by the casual consideration.

He can’t tell what Bobby is saying, and Buck’s face is surprisingly blank as he listens briefly before saying goodbye and hanging up, dropping the phone down beside him.

“How long’s it been?” Eddie asks, voice raspy and all sense of time lost.

“Hey,” Buck says, “didn’t mean to wake you up. It’s been like,” he looks down briefly at the phone beside him, “almost two hours.”

“Shit,” Eddie says. He hadn’t expected to actually be able to sleep for that long. “I guess that means they still have no idea what that shit was?”

Buck shakes his head, slumping down and bracing his elbows on his knees. “They’re pretty sure it’s just a bunch of harmless things mixed together, but it’s still setting off the alarms, so they say we have to be in here at least a full twenty four hours without symptoms before they clear us.”

“Well, fuck,” Eddie says.

“Pretty much,” Bucks agrees. “It’s weird not being able to hear them all out there, even though we know they’re only a door away.”

“Guess the soundproof guy did a good job for the Quiet Room,” Eddie says wryly. “I don’t think madness by way of seclusion was something they considered.”

“Good news is it’s already been like ten hours,” Buck says. “We can handle another 14. Cap’s gonna bring us some protein bars, too.”

“Those things taste like chocolate chalk,” Eddie says, fully aware he’s pouting and not caring one bit.

“I know,” Buck says. “But they’re trying to prevent a, uhhh, well, a shitting-in-a-bucket situation.”

Eddie can’t help it, he bursts into laughter at that, shaking the whole cot with it.

“At least we can piss into the empty bottles,” he says, “way better than a piss bucket.”

“Go team external genitalia, I guess,” Buck says, snickering at the absurdity of the situation.

“Penis power?” Eddie asks, still cackling.

Buck rolls his eyes and shakes his head fondly.

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh, now you’re too mature for dick jokes?” Eddie teases. “You’d think you’d be twice as likely to use them now, considering, you know..”

“My bisexuality?” Buck asks, already knowing the answer. “You’re an idiot.”

“Maybe so,” Eddie says. “But it’s still funny.”

“Shut up,” Bucks says, laughing despite himself.

The door creaks open then, and a hazmat-suited hand slides a LAFD backpack into the room before quickly closing the door again.

“Ooh, snacks!” Buck says, scooping up the bag with delight. “Oh and look, Hen let us borrow her iPad. We can watch a movie!”

“Mm,” Eddie says, sitting up sluggishly and taking the protein bar Buck offers him with a mumbled thank you.

“Your sugar is probably too low,” Buck says with concern. “Eat that before you pass out again.”

“Yes, dad,” Eddie huffs, unwrapping the bar and taking a big bite while pointedly glaring at Buck.

Which is when he sees a series of rapid-fire expressions flash across Buck’s face, a flush spreading across his cheeks.

“What?” Eddie asks, swallowing his bite and looking over at Buck in confusion. “You’re totally the Dad Friend when you want to be.”

“It’s, uhh,” Buck stammers, “Tommy used to… well, we used to, you know.”

“Have lots of sex?” Eddie asks, amused. “I figured when you showed up looking like you fought Dracula and survived, yeah. So what?”

Buck blushes impossibly deeper, which only serves to raise Eddie’s curiosity.

“He kinda had a thing for me calling him Daddy,” Buck says in a rush, looking anywhere but at Eddie. “And I guess now I have like a Pavlov response to it. Sorry.”

“Oh my god,” Eddie says, practically wheezing with laughter, “this is hilarious, don’t be sorry. Plus, there’s a big difference between Dad and Daddy.”

“Shut uuuuup,” Buck whines, still avoiding Eddie’s face. He shifts in his seat then, just enough that Eddie can’t help but follow the motion down with his eyes and notice the awkward way that Buck is holding his hands in his lap.

“Are you…” Eddie asks, suddenly finding his own face flushing. “Did you get a hard-on just from da… that word?”

“Just give me a minute,” Buck says, neither confirming, denying, or making eye contact.

“How long has it been since you guys broke up, again?” Eddie asks, ignoring the elephant trunk in the room for the time being. Because he’s a totally mature and unaffected bro, obviously.

“About a month,” Buck says, eyes still trained on the wall somewhere above Eddie’s head.

“And you haven’t hooked up with anyone else yet?” Eddie asks, genuinely curious. “You were so excited to explore the whole queer men scene.”

“Yeah, well,” Buck says, taking a deep breath and meeting Eddie’s eyes finally. “Turns out the queer hookup scene is just as fun as the straight one. And just as unfulfilling, too.”

“Aw,” Eddie teases him gently, “look at you in your serious relationship era. Firehose would be so proud. Or appalled. I never did get to meet him.”

“First of all,” Buck huffs. “You need to stop scrolling through tiktok when you think nobody knows you are. Second, be glad you didn’t meet him, he was a dickhead. I was a dickhead.”

“Nah,” Eddie says, easily. “From what Hen and Chim tell me, you were just a fuckboi with an attitude and a heart of gold. That’s like.. several levels below dickhead.”

“Fuckboi with a heart of gold,” Buck muses, laughing again. “I should get that embroidered on a pillow or something. You know, for the memories.”

“Christmas gift idea right there,” Eddie agrees, grinning.

Buck ignores him in favor of eating his own protein bar, but Eddie takes the amused look in his eyes as a win anyway.

“What are we at now?” Buck asks, several hours of fitful naps and random conversation later.

“Seventeen hours,” Eddie says, standing up to stretch out as much as he can in the crowded room. “Come on, stand up and walk a little, you have a history of blood clots.”

“It was one time,” Buck sighs, but he gets up and does as he’s told, following Eddie around the room in an approximation of the saddest conga-line ever.

When they’re done, he slumps back onto his cot and gives Eddie a pitiful look.

“It’s still so hot in here,” he says. “And the little bit of air they keep opening the door for is not nearly enough.”

“Better than the desert,” Eddie says, shrugging. “At least nobody is shooting at us.”

“Ugh,” Buck groans, “don’t be all logical and shit. I’m sweltering here.”

He tugs at his LAFD long-sleeve button up, shoving the sleeves up to his elbows.

Eddie looks at him with disbelief and shakes his head.

“Just take off the shirt, dumbass. Not like we haven’t all seen each other in less.”

“I..” Buck says, “I honestly didn’t even think about it. You’re a genius.”

“Just a man in a t-shirt,” Eddie laughs.

Buck scrambles out of his shirt, tossing it to the floor, leaving him in only a close-fitting grey tank top that clings to the heat of his body.

Eddie thinks suddenly that he should probably try to get some more sleep. Laying down and rolling onto his stomach, he pillows his head again on the rolled up hoodie and forces himself to look away from Buck and close his eyes.

Buck is asleep the next time Eddie wakes up, laying only inches away from Eddie on his own cot. His hand, however, is wrapped firmly around Eddie’s wrist where it lays by his side.

“What?” Eddie sleepily asks, but he gets no answer from Buck. When he tries to pull away, Buck’s hold flexes, gripping his wrist tighter and rubbing his thumb across the sudden uptick in Eddie’s pulse.

“I’m ok, Buck,” Eddie says softly, reaching out and brushing his fingers through the curls laying across his forehead. “Still breathing, I promise.”

Even though he doesn’t wake, Buck seems to hear him, and his grip loosens but doesn’t let go. Eddie considers waking him up or pulling out of his grasp with force, but refrains. He remembers in vivid detail the last time he tried to find Buck’s pulse, and for a terrible three minutes and seventeen seconds, it was gone.

Closing his eyes again, he steadies his breathing and lets Buck’s solid hold lull him back to sleep.

Eddie isn’t sure how long it’s been the next time he wakes up, but he figures they still have a while to go if nobody has called them yet. He opens his eyes to see Buck still laying across from him, face set in a soft expression.

“Found the dimmer switch,” he says, and ah, that explains why the room isn’t as bright as it had been up until now.

“Is it night time?” Eddie asks.

“Late afternoon,” Buck says, “we’re at 22 hours.”

“Final stretch,” Eddie says, grinning. “Still no symptoms?”

Buck shakes his head. “You?”

“Only the effects of being in my thirties and sleeping on a cot,” Eddie says.

“Yeah, my bad knee does not love this,” Buck says, face smushing against the cot as he speaks.

“You should take your hoodie back,” Eddie says, realizing he’s been using it the whole time. “It’s a pretty good pillow, actually.”

“Nah,” Buck says. “You looked comfy, and we’re almost out of here anyway.”

Eddie shrugs in defeat, still too lulled by the faux-late-night atmosphere to really protest.

They’re quiet for a few minutes, just resting, eyes not on each other but not avoiding each other either.

“Can I ask you something?” Buck says, still in a near-whisper.

Eddie looks back over to him, tucking one arm up under his makeshift pillow and giving Buck his full attention.

“Of course,” Eddie says, just as quietly.

“Do you ever think that..” Buck trails off for a moment, but Eddie knows him well enough to wait. “Do you ever think we’re closer than best friends should be?”

“What?” Eddie asks, blinking in surprise. Of all the things Buck could have said, this wasn’t even on his list of possibilities. “Of course not. Where did that even come from?”

“Maddie,” Buck says, and Eddie feels a flare of anger towards her before Buck shakes his head.

“Not like that,” he continues. “She was just talking about how great it was that you and I had each other, and how she never had such a good friend like that growing up.”

“Neither did I,” Eddie says. “I mean, I had friends, even guys I’d call best friends over the years. But not like this, you know?”

“I don’t,” Buck says, carefully. “I never had a best friend before you, besides my sister, and she practically raised me. It wasn’t until we were talking about her experience that I realized that maybe we are. Too close, I mean, for friends.”

“Best friends,” Eddie says, swallowing around the wave of panic in his throat. “That’s what makes it special, asshole.”

Buck laughs for a moment before leaning up and resting his head on one elbow.

“Best friends,” Buck agrees, before meeting and holding Eddie’s gaze with a serious look. “Do you ever think about what if we, if we were..more?”

“Yeah, Buck,” Eddie says, truth spilling from his lips before he can stop them. “I think about it all the time, actually.”

Buck’s eyes widen in surprise before he gives Eddie an outraged look.

“What the fuck!” he says. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“You might not know this,” Eddie says, “but Catholic guilt is a damn good repressor.”

“Are you even attracted to men?” Buck asks, still somewhat in shock.

Eddie shrugs again.

“I don’t know, maybe? Probably. Definitely attracted to you, though.”

Buck gapes.

“SINCE WHEN.”

Eddie laughs ruefully and closes his eyes for a moment before looking back at Buck.

“Since I admitted it to myself?” Eddie says. “Probably a year or so.”

“A YEAR?” Buck whisper-yells. “A YEAR, EDDIE?”

“While I was still in denial?” Eddie continues, “Probably about the time you tried to run me out of the station with your posturing and stupid calendar pictures.”

“The day we met??” Buck asks, going from outraged to dumbfounded in a split-second. “I was such a jerk to you, what the hell?”

Eddie, gathering all the courage of a thousand repressed sleepless nights, looks straight at Buck with a downright devious smirk before speaking.

“Wanted to push you to your knees in the showers,” he admits, watching with delight as Buck’s skin flushes pink. “Or drop to mine, I really wasn’t picky about my fantasies. Even if I did feel guilty about them after I got off.”

“You are scandalous, Eddie Diaz,” Buck says with a gasp, “I am scandalized!”

“Ok, Bridgerton,” Eddie laughs. “It’s not like I stole your virtue or something.”

“I’d give it to you willingly if I could,” Buck says, “if that was a thing that I even believed in.”

“Shit,” Eddie says, “I’m trying to be sexy here and you go and be all sweet. What am I supposed to do with that?”

Buck is the one to smirk then, as he reaches over to Eddie’s cot and hooks his fingers into the stretch of space between canvas and frame, pulling the entire thing across the floor until it’s flush with his.

Eddie is almost ashamed of how hot he finds that, but only almost.

“You should kiss me about it,” Buck says. “And maybe marry me one day. But we can work up to that.”

Eddie’s still laughing as he pulls Buck down on top of him by the neckline of his stupid tight tank top and kisses him soundly.

“We could’ve been doing this for years,” Buck says, pulling away from Eddie’s lips briefly.

“Then why are you talking instead of kissing me?” Eddie snarks, pulling up his knees and spreading them so that Buck can nestle between them properly.

“Fuck,” Buck stutters as he feels the heat of Eddie’s body lining up with his own. “You make a good point.”

He moves from Eddie’s lips down to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites as he goes, awkwardly bent on the cot and not caring even one little bit. Eddie threads his fingers through his hair, gripping the sweaty curls desperately as Buck bites down gently against his jugular. His other hand clings to the back of Buck’s tank top, wishing desperately they were home in his bed where they could have no clothing between them.

“Buck,” Eddie says, gasping when Buck just grinds against him in response, still intent on marking up any skin he can reach. “Buck,” he says again, “we need to stop.”

Buck stops, breathing heavily as he braces himself on his arms and looks down at Eddie.

“What, why?” he asks. “I thought you were into it.”

“I am very into it,” Eddie assures him. “But I really don’t want our first time to be barely one room over from our entire firehouse.”

Buck pouts playfully, and leans his head down to nuzzle Eddie’s throat. “Soundproof room, remember?”

“Mandatory medical check and scrub down when we leave,” Eddie counters. “Do you want to explain this to the whole team?”

“Ugh,” Buck says, groaning in defeat. “Fine, you’re right. Can we at least cuddle still?”

“Yeah, Buck,” Eddie says with a laugh, “koala it up, as long as the cot will hold us both up anyway. We might need to turn on our sides if you want me to keep breathing though.”

“I do like you breathing,” Buck says, moving them around like ragdolls with no trouble, until he’s curled around Eddie’s back, holding him securely against his chest.

“You know,” Buck says after a few minutes of quiet cuddling, “if you let me suck you off, there wouldn’t be a mess.”

“Don’t fucking tempt me, Buckley,” Eddie says, swatting at Buck’s hand when it starts trailing down his chest towards his pants.

Buck laughs but rests his hand against Eddie’s chest again, bending his head slightly to press a kiss against Eddie’s neck.

“Sorry,” he whispers, not sounding sorry at all.

“When we get home,” Eddie says, squeezing Buck’s hand under his own. “We have less than an hour left, I think we can do it.”

“I’d wait forever, Eds,” Buck says easily, as if he’s talking about the inevitability of the rising sun, or of the pull of the moon to the tides.

Then again, Eddie muses as he thinks back on the last seven years, maybe he is.

“I kind of really love you, you know,” Eddie says, brave in the darkness and in Buck’s arms.

“Well, that will be good for the wedding,” Buck teases. Eddie pinches his arm in retaliation, and he just laughs, chest shaking against Eddie’s back.

“I love you, too,” he says, “no kind of about it.”

“Good,” Eddie says, simply, because it is.

The End

[boosaot]

It’s taken me a full 24 to get through this episode because I’m just floored by how much tension can fit in this bad boy like HELLO??????

The amount of times I’ve had to rewind to check if I read what I read and collect myself,,, countless

If you look closely enough in the background you’ll see security holding me back from throttling Inwoo for causing me emotional distress due to how queer he is (not like I’m any better but the thirsting he has going on is driving me insane /pos)

(I know Dongsik is a goofy character and all but genuinely he pulls off the “dangerous killer” role so well)

10/10. Notes: Hot.

Now if you listen close enough you can hear Inwoo’s heart shattering into a million pieces as Dongsik tells him he’a not interested in their lil stabby hobby anymore

[im--never--happy]

I really fundamentally cannot understand how and why the avatar fandom has been sleeping on Mako. Especially with all the Zuko love. People love an angsty sad boi who just wants to do the right thing. And by god if that is not Mako I don’t know what is. Like. Mako as a character is soooo fucking angstable. So much angst potential right there. But fandom just collectively ignores him (or else hates on him for no fucking reason). Is he perfect? Of course not, but Zuko is so insanely far from perfect and all of Zuko’s wrongdoings so far surpass any of Mako’s. Yet fandom easily forgives Zuko, resident sad boi, for his actual fucking crimes (kyoshi village didn’t burn itself down, Song’s ostrich horse didn’t steal itself, Sparky Sparky Boom—I mean Combustion Man didn’t hire himself—lmao) in favor of focusing on his trauma and angst (don’t get me wrong I am an absolute slut for angst and complex nuanced discussions of trauma in fictional characters, and Zuko is such an amazing vessel for my insatiable thirst for angst. But. SO!! IS!!! MAKO!!!!!). But Mako doesn’t get that treatment. He’s vilified for his significantly less bad mistakes. And it makes no actual fucking sense. Because he is so primed for angst and he has insane amounts of trauma. And he’s so sweet. He just loves the people in his circle so fucking much, he just wants to do right by them, he just wants to protect them and keep them safe, and also fucking save the goddamn world. Jfc. He’s sooo GOOD. And the crazy thing is that he’d actually be a better fit for a lot of the specific angst and character traits people want to project onto Zuko that actually aren’t in line with Zuko’s character. Like when people write how Zuko is so humble and doesn’t think he deserves anything and is so intrinsically kind and patient and gentle. And that’s just… not canon Zuko at all. Canon Zuko is impatient and loud and shouts and so insanely fucking proud. He was raised a prince thinking he deserved everything because he was royalty. And yes yes so much abuse and lack of self worth and trauma. Yes obviously. But Zuko expects (or at least expected) people to give him things or do things for him because he was royalty. At least at one point. He doesn’t know how to cook or take care of himself or other people, because he’s always had people doing that for him, at least to a certain degree (I’m not saying the ship banishment was luxury but he still absolutely had a crew that did a lot of shit, like cooking and day to day grunt work for him). Whereas Mako IS humble and soft spoken and quiet and gentle. He never raises his voice with bolin and never lashes out in anger. Bolin and Korra say hurtful unfair and unkind shit to him, and he just fucking takes it. He doesn’t shout or throw insults back. He just accepts their anger and criticims and still fights to help and protect them. He is self reliant and raised his younger brother alone since they were both homeless orphans. He can cook. He also doesn’t think he deserves better when people treat him like shit, because he’s always been treated like shit. (Hello self worth self-loathing angst potential galore!!) Mako is everything that a lot of fandom want Zuko to be and he has endless potential for sad boi trauma angsting. But he gets hated for no fucking reason while Zuko gets idolized. And it makes no fucking sense and drives me absolutely fucking nuts

[boxwinebaddie]

heeeeello party people!~ super bacteria uncle nina here using my silly tumblr to cope again ( my culture came back and it was...suuuuper fucking bad! like i knew it would be, lol! awesome! <3 thanks, god! )

but we're not thinking about, what were gonna think about is the time that ravenstan got a little Too tipsy topsy turvy on jerseyky boxwine,

( it's the cab sav one, fyi. i can't drink on all these Fucknut Antibiotics - they prescribed me the wrong one and i took it, if you can believe it; i luv doctors - can y'all believe i did this shit Sober? unREAL, brohs! )

and was on tiktok live, the dawn spawns of the world convinced him to do the 'White Boy Of The Month' filter bc he's too impressionable and what can i say;

The Man LOVES White Boys. ;) xxx

( helpsksdj )

so, he started doing it and was like 'nooooo, is /KYLE/ on this one?!?! You're Joking.' ( everyone said 'JK <3' because they all think they're jimmy valmer stand-up sit-down comedians, smh...but no, naught joking, Actually JK bc in my ncau-niverse, cd and the blondies gang are celebrities, so naturally they’re on A Lot of social filters )

so he was GOING to save The No.1 slot...for the no.1 slut ( if you will, ) my ginger gringo king, ceo of dark academic debauchery and bottom feeding ;), new jay's finest - literally - kyley b matthew broflovski; <33 ( buuuut! he's a reformed manhoe; so watchya mowtH! )

buuuuut x2 ( and i'd say it's a big butt, but it's not, it's ravenstan, so it's flatter than the sidewalk; luh you flat stanley ) Gaydhd Won Again and tipsy ravenstan got distracted by all the FINE ASS WHITE MEN and started getting philosophical about it ( that man put a lil too much #thot into those placings; he was born for it, soz )

had about two spots left ( the top and bottom spots; i am laughing ) figured that there was almost 'No Chance!' he would get jersey...

PUT /MATTHEW! GRAY! GUBLER!/ AT ONE ( Immaculate Taste, btw! he also put jacob elordi at number two because he is a fucking genius and that...really tells you Everything you need to know about my stan. like tall, could probably be a runway model, intellectual, kind of a jackass, stays fitted, accent or eccentric manner of speaking...yeah )

-- BUT HE WANTED TO BE CLEAR, HE HAD TO SPECIFY THAT HE WAS SPECIFICALLY REFERRING TO /DR. SPENCER REID/ OF CRIMINAL MINDS. WHEN I TELL YOU HE HAS NO IDEA WHO MGG IS BUT HE HAS SEEN EVERY EPISODE OF CRIMINAL MINDS SEVERAL TIMES. IT’S LIKE...HIS /FAVORITE/ FKN SHOW. AND HE DOES HAVE A FAT CRUSH ON REID. YES, I DOES TRACK; I KNOW. )

and RIGHT when he was rolling for the very last spot ranking on the filter ( that's the BOTTOM, i repeat, THE B/O/T/T/O/M of the tierlist )

...hE GOT KYLE

FUCKING

BROFLOVSKI

and had to place him at /TEN/.

-- riiiiiiight as Kyle /FUCKING/ Broflovski came out of the kitchen in the dorky ass star of david apron that sheila got him for hannukah, with his hair up and everything, holding a fork so stan could taste...

...T-THE PASTA HE JUST MADE HIM FOR DINNER BECAUSE HE'S A SWEET BEAUTIFUL /ANGEL/....and i'm talking The Very First Bite Of EXTREMELY DELICIOUS KYLE Pasta that he put ZUCCHINI IN JUST FOR STAN BECAUSE HE IS ( what? ) AN ANGEL!! FROM hEAVEN!!!!! AND THE WHITE BOY OF THE /YEAR/: TAKE YA JERSEY SLANDER SOMEWHERE ELSE: HE'S MY WHITE BUOY UVF FOREVA!

...proceeded to Blow On It ;-;, s-so stan wouldn't burn his mouth... ( bc rav always gets too excited and burns his mouth; nooo :c </3 ) and asked him why his phone was blowing up w/ people tagging him in thirst traps of 'That Supa Nerdy Guy From That One Crime Show' and asking him if stan tweeted something about him cooking bc people keep telling him that he's 'Cooked'. SHKDLDHLKS HEEELP.

And....

*rawr xd home mid/hschooled ravenstan vc*

Scene. <3

[kthyg]

ghoul. — (addition)

[THIRD INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : ADDITION]

"Appeal for a rejection."

or

You were added into Yoongi’s Q Squad and Jimin badly hated it.

pairing : yoongi x reader x jimin (a particle of yoonmin interaction)

rating : M

genre : tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story do not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning : the action of cutting flesh, blood.

word count : 2.4k+

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note from winter 💌 :

THIS ISNT A DRILL ; RARE SIGHT OF JIMIN BLUSHING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bye

honestly, idk if i hate or love yoongi in this. i just 🧍 i be writing him down but boy im giggling and shii while doing so. am i in love with him or what 🫤

yeah…

i realised too, after starting ghoul series, im starting to write in a faster pace 📝 dk if it’s a good or bad thing but rejoice while it lasts.

yoongi and jimin interaction with oc is the weirdest thing in this chapter idk idc why i wrote it down

💌 what is winter listening to? : rewind by twice.

📝 if you want to know more about this au, you can refer to this post! any other question you can refer to me <3

dedication : my thirst for yoonmin

            Another day of drowning oneself in work. Another day as an Investigator of Special Case. Another dull day in the life of Min Yoongi, but maybe today was about to be a day worth the extra effort he put into waking up, getting ready, walking down the same path to KCCG, and working.

             As per usual, Yoongi turned on his PC and made his way to the small pantry at the corner of his room to brew himself a cup of coffee. He remembered how the very corner of his office was just an empty space, but you had proposed to Jungkook to establish a personal pantry at each investigator’s office.

             Honestly, that might be the best proposition you had come up with because Yoongi himself wouldn’t want to cramp himself in a pantry that was not even as big as his office and not every floor has a pantry. The thought of interacting with another creature irked him.

             Plus, KCCG was an edifice.

             Yoongi walked back to his desk which he didn’t even bother to clean up. It was messy because it was scattered in its place. His desk was pretty much similar to yours: filled with paperwork even though neither the two of you were a bureau investigator.

             Settling himself comfortably on his seat with a cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand, his free hand reached for the computer mouse and dragged it until the cursor on the screen reached the destination, the mail.

             First thing first before Yoongi started his work, he would always check his emails.

             Once the screen loaded, his emails never failed to impress him. He received more than five hundred emails every day, but of course, to make his life much easier, KCCG included a priority function when sending emails within the organisation.

             Hence, immediately he clicked on the ‘High Priority’ folder with the striking bold red exclamation mark.  

             “Addition to Q Squad.” the title read. That unconsciously made his brow lift.

             From Chief Director of Division 1, Kim Namjoon. Of course, his soulmate.

             Skipping all the formal opening and greeting, the email read as below:

             Leader : Investigator of Special Class, Min Yoongi.

             Existing Members : Associate Investigator of Special Class, Kim Seokjin, First Class Investigator(s), Lalisa, Kim Jisoo.

             New Addition : Associate Investigator of Special Class, Jeon (Y/N) Kishou.

             Yoongi scoffed boringly but a muscle was quick to twitch hence a smirk found its way to tug on the corner of his lips.

             The clock had just hit 7:30 A.M. and the email had a carbon copy sent to one of his favourite soulmates. Yoongi leaned in his leather chair comfortably. Sipping his coffee with a little too much excitement in his veins.

             The extra effort was worth it surely.

             One,

             Two,

             Three.

             The door was slammed open, and it was the very person he was expecting for.

             Jimin.

             “Oh, Jimin,” his eyes widened a bit, as he gasped as if not expecting his soulmate. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having you here first thing in the morning?”

             “Appeal.” Jimin said coolly.

             “Appeal what exactly?” Yoongi feigned cluelessness.

             “You’ve read the email, Min Yoongi.” The fire behind Jimin’s eyes made the older excited. Jimin gave him a frosty look as he enunciated. “Appeal. For. Rejection.”

             Yoongi frowned foolishly followed by a shrug. “I have no reason to reject (Y/N) to be in my team.” He has.

             “Oh, you sure do,” Jimin started to saunter around the room. “Reason number one being you can’t even be anywhere with her presence for more than 30 minutes before you quickly find an excuse to leave. Two, you hate her, she hates you. Three, you guys avoid each other.”

             Jimin strode towards Yoongi’s desk, hands on it. With his voice thick with mockery, he announced the last reason. “Lastly, you can’t handle her.”

             Yoongi looked unimpressed.

             Or at least he tried to look unimpressed.

             Taking a sip of his coffee, he groaned when the rich flavour reached the back of his throat. He propped an arm on the desk and rested his chin on it.

             Aloofly, he spoke. “One, 30 minutes is the time I allocated for every meeting except for our soulmates. Two, I have never verbally told anyone and her I hate her, nor have I ever heard her verbally announcing her hatred towards me to anyone or me. Three, we don’t. I just met her three days ago.”

             Yoongi then propped his other arm on the table as well and connected his fingers. “Lastly, it’s you who can’t handle her.” With a mocking smile. “Or else why would she be handed over to someone else aka me, hmm?”

             “Don’t blame others for your incompetency.” The smile was gone, and every trace of excitement vanished and was replaced with his cold, deadly stare.

             “You don’t know anything, Yoongi.” Jimin narrowed his eyes at him. “Don’t run your mouth about something you have zero knowledge of.”

             “That���s why I’m saying things only I, and I only, have knowledge of.”

             “You’re infuriating.” He groaned.

             “I know that.” Yoongi acknowledged with a shrug. He raised from his seat and made his way, again, to the pantry to make himself another cup of coffee. With a very dismissive tone, he told Jimin. “Now, will you excuse yourself? I need to welcome my new team member.”

             “Fuck you.” Jimin chided.

             Yoongi was quick to retort. “I’d rather fuck your arse.”

             “You–”

             The door was pushed open. Jimin’s remark was cut off. His face was heating up and Yoongi resumed making his coffee without care.

             The second person Yoongi has been expecting.

             “Good…” Your greeting was stuck on the tip of your tongue when you saw Jimin in your new mentor’s office. He looked like he didn’t expect you to be here too. But what could be done? Namjoon sent you an email this morning informing your new placement in another squad. Specifically speaking, Yoongi’s squad: Q Squad.

             “Good morning, (Y/N).” Yoongi greeted you which was, by the way, extremely out of character. He even looked your way.

             You immediately bowed and redo your greeting. “Good morning, Investigator Min.”

             Your new mentor then raised his eyebrow at your former mentor. “Well, Jimin, what are you waiting for? This is your cue to leave.”

             Jimin’s right eye twitched uncontrollably but a smirk found its way to his plump lips. With a controlled voice, he managed out a “As you wish, Min.” and spread the paperwork on Yoongi’s desk into an even messier mess which the older stared at in horror.

             Petty and childish…

             As he passed by you, you expressed your valediction with a bow. “Have a good day, Investigator Pa–”

             Jimin grabbed you by the forearm and dragged you out with him.

             Before getting dragged out of the office completely, you saw your mentor’s horrified expression was replaced with his casual smirk.

             Why does he have to be so unreadable?

             “Investigator Park–!” You tried to pull back your arms. Although you knew it was a futile effort, it didn’t hurt to try.

             Jimin halted, resulting you to bump into his hard chest instead of his back as he had spun very quickly. His hands snaked around your waist, holding you close to him. Realising your face and his face might be in close proximity, you tried to at least pull back your head to create some distance.

             “Say my name.”

             You frowned and accidentally met his eyes. Quickly turning away to break the eye contact, you tried to wiggle your way out of his arms. “What–”

             His hand found its way to your neck, putting on light pressure. You knew he hated it when you avoid eye contact. He and Jungkook were like that. Face hard with a low voice and hint of annoyance, Jimin repeated. “Say. My. Name.”

             Your eyes flickered at his voice, but your mouth was quick to comply. “J–Jimin…”

             “Good girl.” His thumb found its way to your lips. He smudged your lipstick and dragged it a little out of place. Your hands were frozen. Jimin then brought his thumb and smudge the lipstick stain on his own lips. “Now, let’s meet Namjoon to switch you back into my team.”

             “Switch who back into your team?” Namjoon

             Eyes widening, you pushed Jimin away to get out of this compromising position. “Director Kim, Jeon.” You immediately bowed and greeted them.

             “I want (Y/N) back in my team again.” Jimin declared with all seriousness.

             “No.” Director Kim declined curtly.

             That seemed to twitch a muscle in Jimin’s jaw, but he kept his cool and continued. “And why is that?”

             “Hmm, let’s see,” Namjoon feigned pondering. “Experimenting?”

             “Stop this crap and switch her back into my team, Namjoon.”

             “Is that an order, Jimin?” He glared down at the younger. His voice was deep with authority. “Do I take order from you?”

             “Hyung.” Jungkook’s voice finally joined the conversation. He was referring to Namjoon.

             The higher Director didn’t need to turn around to catch what Jungkook was intending to say. “I have a reason for this sudden change. It was not done for fun. It was done with careful observation and procedure.”

             “Pray tell me the reason.”

             “Your latest training session with the Associate Investigator of Special Class, (Y/N).”

             Your body went rigid.

             “What’s wrong with it?”

             “I received complaints from Investigator Mingyu, Special Class, and Investigator Xu Minghao, First Class, that stated the same thing in which you had disturbed their scheduled training session with (Y/N),” he let out a heavy sigh before adding, “I know Jungkook was involved as well. Temporary restraining order has been put on him by me to refrain him from engaging with (Y/N) in any activity unless in public view.”

             He continued. “You, however, were not given any restraining order because Jungkook insisted on taking the full blame, but I would hate it to let an accomplice get away freely,” Namjoon turned his gaze towards you. “That’s why I decided to remove (Y/N) from your team.”

             He returned his gaze to Jimin. He could see the younger was burning with anger, it was detectable although Jimin was as great as Jungkook in using the art of concealment. They were soulmates, after all.

             “Fret not,” Namjoon reassured. “You can do an appeal to request (Y/N) back into your team when Min Yoongi fucked up.”

             Jimin was powerless in this situation. He knew. No matter how shit arsehole Min Yoongi was, he was not one to fuck up anything. Q Squad is the leading counter-ghoul squad in KCCG. Min Yoongi was known for his excellent skills individually and collectively. Each week, his team report was always the most impressive followed by Jimin’s team.

             “Investigator (Y/N), you may return back to Yoongi’s quarter and proceed with your first team mission in your new team.” Namjoon dismissed you with a smile. His dimple poked through his cheeks. Your heart fluttered against your will. “I expect a good result by the end of the week.”

             “Yes, I won’t disappoint you, Director Kim.” Bowing your way out, you walked back to Yoongi’s office. Along the way, you fought the strong urge to turn around because you felt the stares. For one, you knew it has to be Jimin’s.

             Knocking on the door, you called out his name before coming in, headfirst. “Investigator Min?”

             He has already started with his pile of paperwork. The room reeked of coffee from the amount of coffee he had consumed, and it was just 2 hours into the day. You stepped into the room and walked towards his desk.

             “Oh, (Y/N),” Yoongi finally looked up from his paperwork and at you, but confusion was quick to wear itself on his face.

            Shamelessly, he asked. “You just finished making up with Jimin?”

             “Wha– No!” A blush crept up to your cheeks as you realised why he asked that.

             Jimin smudged your lips a little while ago.

             Flustered, you quickly looked for the handkerchief in your coat. You remembered you had placed it inside one of the pockets this morning. Excusing yourself as you continued rummaging in your coat for the piece of fabric.

              When you finally felt the soft fabric of your handkerchief on your fingertips, before you could even grab it out of your pocket, a piece of soft cloth reached over to your lips, wiping off your lipstick.

             “Took you so long to even find a handkerchief,” Yoongi said aloofly.

             “I–I apologise,” your eyes looked at anything but his pale face.

             Min Yoongi was a beautiful man. His porcelain skin was soft, his eyes dark almost to the colour of black, and his dark raven hair that looked soft and fluffy. He was like a doll.

             A killer doll.

             When encountering the ghouls, Yoongi was nothing per the delicate description, especially with all the blood on his hands and some that splattered on his face.

             His duality was insane.

             “Give me your hand.” Yoongi called on you.

             A look of confusion was clear on your face, but he ignored it as he showed his palm, signalling you to put your hand on his. You obliged without any question.

             Yoongi took out something from his pocket and in a blink of an eye, blood was drawn from one of your fingers. The pain finally registered in your brain as you shrieked and tried to pull back your hand.

             He wasn’t letting you.

             The pain was not very intense but maybe it would leave a deep wound cut. Instead of putting pressure or even bothering to be concerned, Yoongi brought your bloody finger to your lips. He dabbed your blood from your finger to your lips.

             “That’s more natural, isn’t it?” Sadism shone in his eyes.

             You were unable to do anything.

             Yet again.

             As if you were under a spell, you were frozen against your will.

             Once Yoongi finished his little game, he released your hand carelessly. The handkerchief in your pocket was immediately retrieved and you put it over your bloody finger along with some pressure to stop further spill of blood.

             Only now you realised he had cut your finger with his folding knife.

             Yoongi brought the sharp metal to his mouth. Lips parting apart, he placed the knife on the pad of his tongue as he let the blood – your blood – transfer to his tongue. The wet muscle continued to glide on the knife until it was clean of your blood.

             “Welcome to Q Squad. Get ready for mission in 4th ward.”

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[redstrewn]

Sparksnotesing Marlowe's Faustus (ty heavensickness! Hope they write abt this bc I'm legit just Sparksnotesing this shit) and wow this guy is such a loser. Leander fr

Mans just straight up damns himself for ambitious possibilities in magic by making a deal w the devil. The fucking buffoon:

Even though [Faustus] is the most brilliant scholar in the world, his studies have not brought him satisfaction, and he is depressed about the limitations of human knowledge. In order to satisfy his thirst for greater knowledge, he decides to experiment in necromancy. He wants to transcend the bonds of normal human life and discover the heights beyond. One might say that he wants to have godlike qualities. Faustus is willing to sell his soul to the devil under the terms of a contract by which he will receive twenty-four years of service from Mephistophilis and, at the end of this time, will relinquish his soul to Lucifer. At first he is potentially a great man who desires to perform beneficial acts for humanity, but as a result of his willingness to exchange his soul for a few years of pleasure, he begins to sink toward destruction. He allows his powers to be reduced to performing nonsensical tricks and to satisfying his physical appetites. - Cliffsnotes, Faustus

Leander considers that the Senobium being locked up is a waste of knowledge, but regardless he turned away from them instead of being part of them and says to MC that he's "better" than anyone there.

Regardless of if he does chaos magician shit, he still seems to reject traditional teachings of magic (the Senobium) to do fuck-knows-what-kind and become as powerful as he is. Fuck-knows-what-kind can be, like many have theorized, borrowed power or having made a deal with something. Or shit like that.

Faustus is also beset with doubts from the beginning, setting a pattern for the play in which he repeatedly approaches repentance only to pull back at the last moment. Why he fails to repent is unclear: -sometimes it seems a matter of pride and continuing ambition, sometimes a conviction that God will not hear his plea.

Fits people's speculations (I know at least @/Vereing had this idea) that he's fucked up bad, and because of that he just fucks shit up more bc he thinks he's already fucked up anyway, there's no point to stopping. Or that the only way is to just keep going, because "the fuck else you gonna do at this point?"

Marlowe uses much of his finest poetry to describe Faustus’s final hours, during which Faustus’s desire for repentance finally wins out, although too late.

It's damnation time baby! I can see this kind of thing happening w Leander's route loool. Man's ambitions are so fucking crazy and if the symbols on his design are anything to go by, he's violating boundaries often considered reserved for god: death, life, rebirth, immortality, heaven, underworld, the unknown, access to different planes. All that jazz. Textbook "forbidden" shit that he doesn't give two shits about respecting.

He becomes once again a tragic hero, a great man undone because his ambitions have butted up against the law of God.

Exactamundo.

He represents the spirit of the Renaissance, with its rejection of the medieval, God-centered universe, and its embrace of human possibility.

According to the medieval view of the universe, Man was placed in his position by God and should remain content with his station in life. Any attempt or ambition to go beyond his assigned place was considered a great sin of pride. For the medieval person, pride was one of the greatest sins that one could commit. This concept was based upon the fact that Lucifer's fall was the result of his pride when he tried to revolt against God. Thus, for the medieval person, aspiring pride became one of the cardinal sins. - Cliffsnotes, Faustus

Leander's arrogance in being above universal laws and trying to reach the level of god do be giving pride.

Mr. Rich boy Hightown Supreme Bape strolls out of his shiny crib and waltzes into Lowtown like let's get this fucking shit started baby!!! And does what he feels like doing (being their savior)(oh and also mad partying, booze, and sex. Classic frat boy hooplah).

...the real drama of the play, despite all the supernatural frills and pyrotechnics, takes place within Faustus’s vacillating mind and soul, as he first sells his soul to Lucifer and then considers repenting. In this sense, the magic is almost incidental to the real story of Faustus’s struggle with himself, which Marlowe intended not as a fantastical battle but rather as a realistic portrait of a human being with a will divided between good and evil.

We don't know if Leander's prideful ass even has the mind to consider if he might not be doing good as much as he likes to think he is, but I think psychological horror on the uquiz is probably Leander's route (maybe).

Psychological horror is a subgenre of horror and psychological fiction with a particular focus on mental, emotional, and psychological states to frighten, disturb, or unsettle its audience. Psychological horror usually aims to create discomfort or dread by exposing common or universal psychological and emotional vulnerabilities/fears and revealing the darker parts of the human psyche that most people may repress or deny. Thus, elements of psychological horror focus on mental conflicts. These become important as the characters face perverse situations, sometimes involving the supernatural, immorality, murder, and conspiracies. While other horror media emphasize fantastical situations such as attacks by monsters, psychological horror tends to keep the monsters hidden and to involve situations more grounded in artistic realism.

Combined with his associations with the Magician tarot, his sus demo behavior, design, redirection, control, and yadda yadda, he further fits this genre with the image of being a manipulator:

The genre sometimes seeks to challenge or confuse the audience's grasp of the narrative or plot by focusing on characters who are themselves unsure of or doubting their own perceptions of reality or questioning their own sanity. Characters' perceptions of their surroundings or situations may indeed be distorted or subject to delusions, outside manipulation or gaslighting by other characters; emotional disturbances or trauma; and even hallucinations

Faustus’s pursuit of knowledge is marked by restlessness, arrogance, and, ultimately, mediocrity. The more knowledge he gains, the clearer it becomes that the universe bends toward God, whom Faustus has now forsaken. Paralleling the escalation of his desire for knowledge are opportunities to showcase his talents. In the midst of his travels, his reputation grows, but ironically it is the acquisition of everything he ever wanted—power, fame, knowledge, riches—that saps him of his earlier ambition, rendering him little more than a magician listlessly performing party tricks for heads of state.

To Leander's credit, he does much more good than Faustus ever did. While being an entertaining boytoy. What a generous man!

Anyway, although it's not directly said, fans have felt that Leander has an inferiority complex or at the very least some sort of dissatisfaction with himself that may add to if not be the main driving force of his huge ambitions.

He reads that “[t]he reward of sin is death,” and that “[i]f we say we that we have no sin, / We deceive ourselves, and there’s no truth in us.” The logic of these quotations—everyone sins, and sin leads to death—makes it seem as though Christianity can promise only death, which leads Faustus to give in to the fatalistic “What will be, shall be! Divinity, adieu!”

He really said "fuck it, we ball." Crazy.

Faustus ignores the possibility of redemption [...] throughout the play. Faustus has blind spots; he sees what he wants to see rather than what is really there. This blindness is apparent in the very next line of his speech: having turned his back on heaven, he pretends that “[t]hese metaphysics of magicians, / And necromantic books are heavenly.” He thus inverts the cosmos, making black magic “heavenly” and religion the source of “everlasting death.”

Leander leaves his cushy life to "chase his own dreams." Idealistic dreamer af. I'm sticking my chaos magician headcanon in here again: he sees things as he chooses to believe them to be. Might make him prone to blindness.

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ANYWAY im now tired and hungry so just have this. theres probably more to it which i hope others will touch on bc i am snzzzz 😴

[madstronaut]

baby's first konig longfic

(masterlist of my FaFiCoWriMo rambles at the Fuck It We Ball link below! looking forward to seeing this become a long untameable monstrous ouroboros of a list)

omg t h i s f i c. IT BARELY HAS ANY SMUT IN IT till the end and it is one of the hottest konig fics ive ever read (and honestly I think he takes home the trophy for man most thirsted over in COD fandom, sorry ghost but you’re all winners in my panties i mean heart I SAID HEART)

Reading: Cat/Mouse/Den by @papaver-decervicatus

idk wot it is - the tenderness and purity of their first few interactions? the forbiddenness of stumbling upon a private radio channel when they’re technically Not On The Same Side? the little GIFTS they give each other? How he can always find her despite her literally being a topranked sniper? the way their physical meet-cute is him literally catching her in his arms?! the knowledge maus can snipe him at any moment and yet konig willingly stepping into her crosshairs?  LLBLBLLLBLGLGB

That last “She’s pretty” comment for me was the emotional equivalent of stabbing me in the heart with a roughshod serrated knife in how cute it was (btw let me warn you if you haven’t already gotten the memo folx my whole brand is being aggressively encouraging and excited over fanfic and writers in an increasingly unhinged yet polite manner<3) 

in true konig fashion i love how excited he is that maus might be the literal death of him and that he would die happy if she was the one to snipe him lmao

also can anyone else relate to doing a private eye style deepdive into facebook archives stalking and searching for info about your crush and memorizing it like konig did here for mausy lmao

"It’s pathetic, the only place he feels any sort of peace is at war."

chef’s kiss, love this line. brief, but tells you so much about konig’s headspace

“A younger part of him is jealous. The older part smothers that part down as he takes in the view.”

I love this line!!! ive wondered sometimes about the science and why of attraction and maus basically living konig’s dream i feel must play a big part of why they’re so drawn to each other...and ofc no explanation needed for why she is attracted to konig because everyone is, undisputed law of nature, go look it up on wikipedia and jstor, thank you no questions at this moment

“There’s a creek at the bottom, and interesting flora marks the cliffs all the way down. He wonders what wildlife drinks from the stream down there and if there are any decent caves he could find an opening to.”

have u ever thought about what you or someone else might have been in another life, in alternate timeline? I can see biologist konig fitting in quite well in civilian life &lt;;3 LEMME DAYDREAM ABOUT ALL MY SOLDIER BOYS SAFELY RETURNING HOME FAR FROM OR NEVER HAVING TO ENDURE THE FOG AND TERROR AND HORROR OF WAR OKAY

“The exposed rock of the ravine flames to life with amazing browns and reds, and the stone sparkles like rubies and tiger’s eye stones as the sun's rays catch it.”

also sidenote the way the scenery is described here would make me want to go take a photo and download it and save it as my wallpaper; so descriptive and lovely i could see everything so clearly <3

“The sun is setting behind her. She’s very far away, but his skin prickles to life knowing that he’s being watched.”

I also love this usual role reversal of maus being the predator watching her prey (though is he arguably her prey if he wants to be caught? lol anyway putting aside the essay on existential questions in fanfic-)

It’s a beautiful place, really. It’s not such a bad place to die, he thinks. She’s a good shot. She’ll do it quickly. Nothing to fret about,really. It’s his own fault, anyways. 

I am obsessed with their chemistry but most of all something about this powerful man fully placing his life in her hands just does it for me

“I’ll bite, soldier.” She says, hurriedly, like someone might walk in on their little game. Like the teacher is about to find the two kissing in a supply closet at the school.

*me reading this line, giggling madly*

He sits down on the ground and opens his legs as wide as they’ll comfortably go and rests his cheek in his hand propped on his thigh. If he’s going to die, he’s going to give her a pretty show.

me: okay slut

also me: ✨o k a y slut✨

I also love how he’s imagining what she would be doing/how she’s reacting all based off what I assume is the equivalent of a shitty driver’s license photo he saw of her 🥰

i also feel like getting warning shots as foreplay IS so konig-coded (yes im fully aware as i type this that this man has so much fanlore, fan hcs, fanfic, faneverything out there despite not even being in the storyline of the main campaign lmao)

I also love the flip to maus’ POV - though when she notes how outrageous it is for him to keep his shiny knife on him i bet you my future firstborn that it’s to get her attention <3

also <3 sniper candy <3

also we love a girlboss who asks >100x to shoot him on sight lmao

It’s been months since the ravine and she’s seen him just about everywhere she’s been. When SpecGru was gathering intel on KorTacs drug affiliations, she saw him in the haunted deserts of Sonora, Mexico where she lies in the dirt redder than blood and coyotes sing her to sleep. She gazes down at him atop crumbling 16th-century Byzantine marble when she picks off the guards of a weapons supplier in Belgrade, Serbia. In the ancient and verdant bamboo forest of Yibin, China, hunting down spy affiliations, she camps across a creek from him for a night.

“we’ve got to stop meeting like this!” - konig, probably

He would’ve been a good sniper, in another life. If he wasn’t built like the trees she climbs for her shots.

mausy your crush is showing 🤭

He walks like a monster with three legs (and at some point about three months into their little game, she touches herself thinking about that third leg.

i mean honestly? give maus a medal for holding out for three months before succumbing, damn

The secret stays between them and their radios become the divining rods of close encounters.

secret forbidden relationship is one of my fave tropes <3

Mostly it’s just breathing on each line, mostly it’s just-

“König?”

“Maus?”

“Mhm.”

“Hmm.”

honestly this sounds more intimate than sex

She knows she should get a shrink or a good fuck to stop fucking thinking about him like this, but sometimes he whispers a joke into his radio and she laughs, and sometimes she tells him about the book she’s been reading, and sometimes he shows her his favorite knife tricks, and sometimes she tells him stories of before she was in the military and he always laughs and asks questions to show he’s actually engaged and he cares and-

this is so domestic and cute for warzone flirting <3

When they’re alone he’s the perfect gentleman, he gets no closer than when she reaches out to contact him first. When they’re not, it's a whole different story. He runs into the middle field like if he can just reach her, he can keep her. If he can carry back his conquest, well… kings get their war spoils, don’t they? It’s a terrible secret she keeps alive only in her heart, but she hopes one day he finally will.

mausy gettin bingo on all our fave kinks today, apparently

maus picking up on his knife skills and noticing his anxiety via the shaking hands (and that they don’t shake at all around her) is just peak PEAK PEAK PEAK fanfic vibes. feeling safe around someone is one of the biggest green flags in the universe and a gift <3

 It’s a shame, but she’s a little happy that it’ll be König, her cat, that’ll catch her corpse.

honestly these two were made for each other lmao

ok THE SCENE WHERE THE FIRST TIME THEY REALLY, REALLY MEET? HE KILLS FOR HER? LITERALLY PUTS HIS ARMS OUT FOR HER TO CATCH HER FALL? 

And the first thing he says is a promise. A promise of help. A promise of aid.

I was like speechless with joy and giddiness for a good minute or two reading this whole scene lmao SO SATISFYING esp with konig’s lil gasp when she falls into his arms <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 UGH PLS PAPS CAN I GIVE YOU A MEDAL??? A HUG??? A KISS???? MY UNDYING LOVE AND DEVOTION??? well in lieu of all this I’ll just give your fic multiple visits and so much rambling <3

also their first meetcute THEY EXCHANGE GIFTS????? HOW FUCKING CUTE ARE THEY GOD 

He has created, against all odds, something beautiful and delicate out of a brutal tool and doomed material.

so this absolutely stunning construction of a sentence pretty much sums up why I love COD fandom/fanfic writers so much..

I forget where I read this somewhere on this hellsite but it went something like “it’s subversive to write these men made to die/made for war, made to be loved instead” and reminds me of one of my favorite quotes that I stumbled on a random reddit Q&A 

“I get discouraged sometimes - just like everyone. I question whether my music/life/work matters at all.

The danger is letting other people define your soul's worth. Sometimes folks will like what you do, other times they'll hate it.

But I continually remind myself that I do NOT matter as a result of what I do, I matter because of who I AM. I am not a "human doing" but a "human being. " I matter simply because I was made in the image of the unmade maker, and I am loved by Love.”

“I am not a human doing, but a human being” 

“I am made in the image of love, and I am loved by Love”

“we are, against all odds, something beautiful and delicate, created out of brutal tool and doomed material” 

these words touch such a deep and core and unspeakably true part of me - that i forget often, that i find hard to believe, that i struggle to remember and cling to - and tbh one of the most frequent places I find this much-needed encouragement is in FANFICTION! <3

fanfic writers you are truly some of the most beautiful people on this planet &lt;3

anyway yeah, fanfic as therapy is a helluva drug and so fucking real

 if I could give all my beloved writers a diploma i would pay a calligrapher to write this gold leaf ink or some shit and put on my best lipstick and smooch it all over and print it out on vellum for you all <3

ANYWAY WHERE TF WAS I- o yes, simping over both maus and konig

When he turns to go she thinks how much his hands must’ve hurt to make this little thing 

this is so real; everytime I try my hand at sewing/mending (and i got tiny hands yall) for an extended period of time my fingers always end up so crampy in a uniquely painful way

i also get big “gift of the magi by o. henry” (truly one of my favorite short stories of all time) vibes from this exchange <3

(tl;dr: here, my heart, let me cut out and gift you my heart - oshit what’s that? your heart? *scrambles to catch and not break it*)

cos honestly on one level how fucking hilarious that they basically exchange a piece of wood and a rock lmao but really THEY ARE GIVING SOMETHING SO SPECIAL TO EACH OTHER <333333

The next time she sees him, about a week later, she sees him sharpening his massive field knife with the tiny whetstone on his comically large thigh, and in response, she thumbs at the wooden effigy in her pocket. They laughed into their radios to each other. 

ok how fucking hilarious and sexy that they are basically watching each other finger each other…..s' gifts

the final dialogue in chapter two needs to be in the merriam-webster dictionary under “flirting 101: peak examples”

but also omg THE EXTRA LITTLE GIFTS SHE LEAVES BEHIND FOR KONIG? HER FLINTING A HEART AND HIM SHATTERING IT IMMEDIATELY IN HIS GIANT-ASS SEXY ASS HANDS AND LEAVING HIMSELF BLEEDING AS PENANCE????? HIM IMAGINING COOKING FOR HER AND READING ALL TEH BOOKS SHE RECS HIM??? Honestly him musing about actually fucking her at the end is the LEAST sexy part of all this and the line about him aching to make her mewl did…things to me

if I could distill the maus x konig energy here into an drink, I think I could run up everest naked without breakin a sweat

The man is quick, but König is quicker, taking off through the snow like he did as a child. Running with reckless abandon, long legs carrying him faster and further than anyone else when he and his cousins would play capture the flag at his Oma’s house in Gauso. 

i love papa’s (really need to find a better nickname for writer while I write this lol) way of capturing like…the sense of child-like wonder/safety and domesticity you return to when you are in love/find yourself in the presence (physical or not) of someone you love in her writing, also why i really love this fic so much

Slicing that man clean between his ribs like a lion strikes a lamb was the second most satisfying experience of his life, greatly eclipsed by the settling of her weight against his chest when she trusted him enough to jump into his arms. 

*chanting to summon my talented fellow konig simps to draw fanart of this scene*

“You big, everywhere? I mean, with hips like those… ”

“...” Fuck, bad time to get a boner.

SIR.

hast thou not heard the term “video killed the radio star”???? you’re alone and miles away only talking via radiowaves, LITERALLY THE BEST TIME TO GET A BONER???? smh unless ofc the best time for konig is when he’s with maus &lt;3

“…he’d been chasing a little prayer in her shape. He wouldn’t have considered it ‘done’ when he gave it to her but-

Her warmth was still in his fingers, her beautiful eyes trained on him, her fantastic form somehow devoid of his blood or his filth in his rescue attempt, well. He had been praying, hadn’t he? It’s only right to pay tithing to the thing you worship. He gave her the figure, and he did so with the only real regret being that he couldn’t give her more and that he almost sullied her perfection with his violence.

also men near-worshipping the women they simp for is also a huge kink of mine (i mean whose isn’t it? also i hurt my brain trying to discern if that last sentence i wrote made sense but college was a long tiem ago for me soooo)

And to top it all off, when he wrenched himself away from her, heart heavy and entirely certain that she would never, could never, follow- she called him back and reciprocated. 

can confirm, reciprocated feelings is an indescribable feeling, war on drugs would’ve been game over day 1 if it was fought with requited feelings

When he turns away it is because his brain cannot comprehend a world in which she walks away with him.

well, snipe me right in the heart why dont you papi! (again, still need to find a different nickname for writer)

And in fairness, he would rather die than admit his treachery, not out of any misplaced moral but instead out of precaution for her safety.

honestly, husband goals

konig’s dream is p e r f e c t i o n “I love and trust you and feel safe enough to put my life into your thighshands, even if that means you’ll take it”

“Like dovetail joints, a great carpenter must have made them to fit together. There must be a God, and he must have made her to perfectly fit beside (and dare he hope, inside?) her. 

The only thing older than war to mankind is intimacy. You need soldiers for war, you need men for soldiers, and you need love to make those men. “

“He is remembering how to be human, to be a man and not a soldier, and he smiles back into her mouth.”

“She is giving him total control. Complete power and without hesitation. In her teary eyes, he sees a soldier’s trust, firm and unwavering. Ever faithful. Unquestioningly and genuinely she believes the man she’s at the mercy of will make her need no mercy. “

once again paps (yes yes need new nickname for writer, stfu mads) just dropping literary masterpieces casually

“König,” her eyes glaze over with worry. It’s a dangerous game they’re playing and they both know it. “Are you sure you want me?” She whispers, lips meeting the shell of his ear, he feels her fever pitch skin even through the fabric of his mask. His heart aches and he’s so angry with himself that she could even ask that. As if there were ever any questions. As if he has ever wanted anything else in his life like he wants this. As if there is anything else to want. As if there is anything else. 

Truly every beloved’s hopeful query and every lover’s debt to happily answer <3

 When he wakes up in his cold barracks, decidedly alone and not in between her thighs, he pounds the bed in frustration.ly ok the mood whiplash when i laughed out loud at konig pounding bed with his fists cos hes grumpy and horny

Not so dissimilar to the bride-stealing traditions his Oma had told him about as a boy.

damn oma what stories you be tellin to children lmao

though I AM recalling a medicinal anthropology class I took in college that was absolutely fascinating - we did touch on bride-napping as an actual thing in hmong culture (though from what I learned it has less IRL dubcon and more elopement vibes)

The fantasy of her is potent and life-consuming, but he is also viscerally aware that it is just that. A fantasy.

konig, thinking this, as he lives out most of his actual fantasies lmao

It is not real and despite his choking desire to be with her, he is not entirely sure she wants him.

ah yes, ‘idiots in love,’ an absolute banger of a trope

He wants so desperately to just be a fucking person for her. A person allowed weakness, a person allowed good-morning kisses, a person allowed terrible flirting, a person allowed to sit in the same room, a person allowed to touch and savor and make better another human. Allowed to heal, not harm. Allowed to save, not slaughter.

But he is a soldier, he’s not a person, and he’s not sure he ever really was a person in the first place.

The only thing he wants more than to have her is for her to want him. That hope is a delusion deeper than the ravine they met at, he’s sure. 

🥹🥹🥹🥹

yep just uh nothing happening over here, not crying over fanfic what -how dare you insinuate-

He feels no shame when he wraps his arms around the bunched comforter on his chest, imagining it’s a slight body he faithfully cradles.

*tripping, stumbling, running to pay for a custom body pillow big enough for konig to hug for his comfort* (not for me, would be too big anyways)😉😏

no literally ive thought about it i might have to do olympic-level qualifying gymnastics stretching to fit someone of his stature anyway it’s not like i made to-scale stick figure models doodled out on post-its in various creative positions to work out the physics of it or anything cough

If she knew how obsessed he’s become that he cannot help himself from having dreams about her and cannot help himself from getting off to the idea that she killed him with her fucking thighs

sir. 

please. 

i am ready to beat off the hordes of other women with a sharpened stick who would find this hot and respectful af

also obsessed with this soap who chews on pencaps and macguyvers radios to look like they’re fucking (or maus just has her head in the gutter, but really girl whose isnt??? and someone really needs to tell me if this is wrong grammatically every time i type it it sounds right)

also as a certified soap simp i also just have to say, you know you’ve got it bad when you look deep into soap’s eyes… and fantasize about another man LMAO

“No thanks,” she purrs as she finally sets herself into position.

i like this subtle nod to konig after she re-tells her katze’s joke <3 ooooo reading papaver’s writing is like eating a three-course meal at your fave comfort diner<3

The early morning light hits the streets the same way it had hit the forest ground that day.

i also love this line <3 i can picture those blue-orange sunrise hours in my head and it’s so lovely because the scene is also tinged with all the complex emotions from their first meeting

He throws it up and catches it without looking at it, instead his eyes are laser-focused on Mouse.

hothothothothothothothot (i realize just typing out hot over and over again leads you to also read thot, but honestly, still tracks)

She remembers her trigger finger twitching with sinful power, she remembers choking back the insistence at killing another lonely person, devoid of their autonomy on a basic level when they signed up for a mercenary-issued ticket to hell.

this line…is too real 

“Because they are weapons of maus-destruction. ” Konig replies like it’s not the stupidest thing she’s ever heard in her goddamn life.

somewhere simon ghost riley has to suppress the urge to put down his rifle, stand up, and do a slow golf clap

Suddenly, his eyes look lived in, like someone has just put up new curtains in an abandoned house. His whole affect changes hinging on what was an irresponsible outburst on her behalf at best.

And for the first time, she does not fear a monster hunting her through the woods, silent and purposeful in his pursuit of prey. Instead, she wants to understand a man, whose eyes have lit up like a princess has just laughed when he kissed her hand.) 

*i am suppressing the feminine urge to print out paper doll cutouts of maus and konig and just hang them around random parts of my apartment making heart eyes at each other*

Maybe, it's dangerous, to wave a steak in front of a mountain lion, but what if she wants to get mauled?

these two, a match made in heaven. truly there’s someone for everyone~

also i love this COD book club that is happening; i also have a semi-regular work meeting where I hit the jackpot of getting the most chill but passionate cohorts and our goal is basically shooting the shit & talking about stuff we love and how to share it with the world like a workhours book club and I hope everyond gets to experience a little joy in the middle of 9-5 capitalist hell that is the workweek like this <3

Soap says, pulling out a well-worn copy of The Silence of the Lambs from the bag.

“He said he picked it up years ago in Polish thinking it was a cooking field guide.”

 fucking dying

how she could rest entirely on top of his chest and not touch the ground beneath them and-

once again i fucking love their inadvertent mindreading/mirroring their shared desires unbeknownst to each other. MOVE THE FUCK ASIDE, JANE AUSTEN

also if gromsko gave me “special field medicine lessons” I would probably pay to continue them

also on this note MEN ARE SOME OF THE SNOOPIEST MOST GOSSIPY BITCHES IN THE UNIVERSE CAN I GET AN AMEN? CAN I GET A HELL YEAH? CAN I GET A WHOOP WHOO-

she basks infatuated by the calamitous captivation he exhibits.

*fanning myself with ripped out pages of shakespeare and hemingway to burn at papaver’s altar*

When he lifts his hood to blow a kiss to her, she knows she will never get her traitorous heart back.

sir??

excuse me sir????

i thought you were told you couldn’t be a sniper? what the fuck is this tender bullshit of a snipe straight to my heart-

also that last chappy YAY ENEMIES TO ALMOST-LOVERS TO ALMOST-ENEMIES, LITERALLY CANNOT FIND THIS TROPE ANYWHERE!!!!

He’s always hoped to be able to pound down into her quaking form. 

the first time i read this i blacked out after seeing the phrase “pound down” and instead all i remember after slapping myself awake is actually reading the phrase “he’s always hoped to take her to pound town”

also why am i hot for righteous konig in shining armor being willing to go from zero to murder when he thinks maus is a pimp

and the INDIRECT KISSING VIA THE CIGGY? UNFFFFFHHH FUCKING KILL ME NOW SO I CAN DIE HAPPY (yes i am so easily pleased, sue me)

also i shrieked when maus kicks her crotch up WITHIN SPITTING/BITING DISTANCE OF KONIG PLEASE I WOULD PAY TO WATCH THIS FEATURE LENGTH FILM????

The throbbing in his pants also suggests that he’s probably forgiven her by now as well. 

*nodding sagely* yes, boners never lie

also maus slapping konig while he’s holding a knife between his teeth is big step on me queen energy

also the requital and reciprocation of the lines and actions they feed each other is just- one moment: *goes to sephora to buy more lipgloss as i ran out while giving chef’s kisses in bulk to papaver*

i love that konig is passing the time just being horny for maus, an efficient king 🫡

also when i saw gosau austria mentioned i went down a hole googling where it is/pictures and it is absolutely beautiful!!!! 

I eagerly await updates papi <3 

[beevean]

I like how Samus can't have breasts bigger than a b cup, or a somewhat pretty face or even a stupid mole without r/metroid pulling a hissy fit, yet NFCV can have titties the dhampir, BDSM-lady and Asstec the sex-man. Not to mention Hector and Lenore and most fans just eat it up and want more of it

Hector's fetishy treatment alone steamrolls over Other M's Samus' fetishization in terms of how bad and blatant it was

You will never convince me that it's not a combination of sexism and extreme bias towards NFCV, whether it's because it's a Western adaptation that Fleshes Out The Stupid Games, or because it's just NFCV and at this point we start from the point "it's perfect" and work backwards from here.

Yeah, I don't like this logic, but that's what it looks like!

Alucard's tittification and Orlox's "imma fuck you" expression piss me off. I'm the target audience! I'm supposed to thirst and drool over the most generic fanservice ever and ignore how OOC it is! Sorry guys, you can give Alucard the most cheesegrater-like abs ever, I'm not forgetting how much of a bitch he was in S2!

Hector too! While the appeal of BDSM vampire step on me mommy is more of a thing for people attracted to women I think, I see how female fans treat show Hector (men seem to mostly joke about him being a simp which is also incorrect), and it's so fucking blatant that his appeal is being the cutest saddest wettest kitten ever. You're not rooting for a character, you're crying for the chew toy with 🥺 eyes and (allegedly) pretty hair. And in the meantime thirsting and drooling over his naked body as he gets abused - and look, in fanfiction you can have a fetish for whump and everything you like, but it's not supposed to be canon professional writing!

After all. Same thing happened to Richter as soon as the first trailer dropped. He's a pretty crying boy, and that's enough.

Oh, but don't forget Dracula too! He's hot! He's very hot when he goes to slaughter innocent villagers to bathe in their blood with an orgasmic expression! So everything he does is justified and he's just a poor babyboy as well!

I feel manipulated, and not in a clever way either. Like my opinions on the writing can be swayed because hey gurrrrrrrrl, how bout some thick tiddies 👀

The Metroid games don't do this. Even OM, as awful as it is, as inappropriately it shoves Samus' ass in some scenes, as terribly disrespectful and sexist it is against one of the most beloved female videogame protagonists of all time... I never got the feeling that her tits and ass were being dangled like keys in front of me in the hopes that the horny overrode my logical thinking. That's what NFCV does. Whether it's with the cool fighting scenes, or the long pseudo-deep filibusters, or pretty boys hurting, the show hides behind all sorts of fanservice and gets away with appalling writing, both quality-wise and moral-wise.

[trust-is-the-most-important]

whatever carlos is doing with rebecca has nothing whatsoever to do with lando or carlando. nobody outside a handful of shippers who have gone off the deep end thinks carlos and lando are anything more than friends. even the vast majority of shippers don't think they're anything more than friends. there are and never have been any rumours about them and there would be no reason whatsoever for carlos to be trying to disprove anything via some elaborate set-up with a model when there are no rumours to even disprove in the first place. nor is he trying to hide any secret gay anything. he's straight to the point he's verging on no homo.

carlos and lando have a great friendship within f1 and carlos's family seem very fond of lando, but too many carlando fans want to try and act like lando's life revolves around carlos when it's doesn't in the least. lando has his own life and his own friends. they don't even hang out outside of times around races. lando is close with and spends a lot of time with max v and they have a big group of mutual friends in monaco who he spends most of his spare time with. he has a group of close friends from dubai who were at the race in hungary with him and are often in monaco so he spends a fair bit of time with them too. he's super close with martin garrix and they go on vacations together or hang together in the few times in the year they can match up spare time in their schedules. he hangs out with and plays golf with alex albon when they are both in monaco at the same time. he hangs out with daniel whenever they're in the same place and travels with him to races sometimes and through daniel has become friendly with some of dan's friends. he has his close group of uk friends with quadrant. none of that has anything to do with carlos, they have no overlapping life whatsoever outside of f1. so again there is nothing to either hide or disprove.

back to carlos, idk what's going on with him rn. i love carlos dearly but he's never been the disney prince so many fans try and portray him as. idk if people are blinded by his looks but there's such a tendency to try and paint him as some kind of perfect person and put him on a pedestal that people are now freaking out now he's showing he's not and never has been who they decided he was. he used to openly be a big partier in his early f1 days and though he is discreet about it, even now he's one of the drivers you will nearly always find in or around the f1 parties on race weekends. there have been rumours around his lack of fidelity for as long as he was first with isa, right back to toro rosso days. if i'm honest he never seemed like the greatest bf to isa, 90% of the time when they were together it seemed like her having to fit into his life rather than them having a joint life, like you see with couples like george and carmen. isa actually seems much happier now they've gone their separate ways and i'm glad for her.

carlos on the other hand currently seems like a bit of a hot mess and not just with his dating life. he's been belligerent and acting out of character at times in f1 recently. he's doing whatever the hell he's doing with rebecca and her group of equally questionable friends. idk if he's trying to cultivate some kind of bad boy racer image, if he's trying to act out against his very traditional family, if he's having some kind of early mid-life crisis, if it's him acting out post-break up or if he's intent shedding his glossy perfect image he had cultivated and showing the real him. he's been on some kind of image makeover this year with all the increasing thirst-trap imagery and videos produced by guzman and with his behaviour going the way it is maybe it's all an active decision to try and shed his slightly boring, always do the right thing image he had built for himself til recently and come over as more of an f1 driver playboy. maybe he's really fallen for this woman and is being an ass while blinded by lust. idk, but whatever it is i can't help but think it's starting to backfire on him a little because he just increasingly comes over as a hot mess both at work and in his private life and as a fan it's a little sad to see.

Of course, Carlos is not innocent either. None of the F1 drivers are. Almost every pilot has gossip.

And yes, Lando's life does not revolve around Carlos. I think the reason they are so obsessive for them is because he was Lando's first teammate and it was clear that they have a good relationship and can work together very well.

Lando has his friends and so does Carlos. And even blind Carlando fans should accept this.

But we know that there's fans who don't watch f1 for sports.

We don't know what the relationship between Isa and Carlos was like. It's always been private. And I think it's still better than when couples keep sharing pictures together.

And yes, Carlos has not been in his best form lately.

I just hope he finds himself in these few weeks.

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Name: Aya Drevis

Series: Mad Father

Continuity: True Ending

Age: 11-21 (RP dependent)

Height: 4'5"-5'2" (age dependent)

Birthplace: Drevis residence, Germany

Orientation: Bisexual

Species: Human

Occupation: Doctor (as an adult)

Father: Alfred Drevis (deceased)

Mother: Monika Drevis (deceased)

Caretaker: Maria

Bio:

Aya Drevis was born to Monika and Alfred Drevis in Northern Germany. Her mother was the leader of a now-defunct cult that dreamed of permanently freezing the human body in a twisted form of perfected taxidermy on humans to a point where they would sacrifice the poor and abandoned for these experiments. Her father was a serial killer that loved to see the faces of the dead, Monika was actually almost one of Alfred's victims but he fell in love instead and her love for murderers made it love at first sight for her.

Her mother originally wanted a boy, turning to a book of charms and praying every night in hopes that her prayers would be answered in that her first child would be a boy, instead Aya was born. Her mother would never tell this to her, believing that Aya can still grow up to be just like her father.

After she was born, her father continued the work of Monika's cult in order to find a way to permanently preserve the human body in a doll-like state. He was beginning to learn how, even making a doll of a small child he stole from the streets and giving it to Aya as a doll for her to play with. Although Alfred had hopes of suppressing his urge to kill, his thirst for it was greatly encouraged by Monika who had a thrill for murderers.

Once Aya was old enough, Monika began to encourage Aya to follow the same path as her father. She would give her small rats to torture and tell her to harm birds. Her father had actually caught her snapping a bird's wing once where she was greatly scolded and confused on why she should have empathy for others.

It would get so bad that she would unknowingly abuse her pet rabbit, Snowball, where her father would secretly replace her rabbit repeatedly in hopes that she would never experience grief and that she would stop hurting the poor rabbit. Though this wouldn't work as Aya continued to secretly harm animals, even stuffing a dead cat into one of her drawers.

Servants would come in and out of the mansion. An old man, a nurse, a blond boy and so many more would come in but disappear into the basement. For years, Aya longed to know what was in the basement but her mother simply told her it was her father's "good work" in there.

Aya grew up an only child with only her mother and father. Their maid, Maria, would come in when she was seven years old. Other than those three, she was completely alone. Due to such a isolated life, Aya was raised to love her parents with all her heart. She even made a promise to her mother, who became quite sickly after giving birth to her, that she would love her father no matter what.

Yet her mother passed away when she was nine years old. Aya was absolutely devastated, told her mother died in a fit, she was alone and frankly depressed after she passed. It resulted in her clinging to her father, who stayed longer in the basement.

On the anniversary of her mother's death, something strange happened. The clock stopped at midnight and she could hear her father screaming out in pain from the basement. As soon as she ran out, she was attacked by disfigured corpses and startled by a blond boy where she ran into a man named Ogre. He told her that her mother is angry and cursed her father, which caused all his experiments to come back to life and haunt the mansion she she would try to take him away.

With love of her father, Aya went through and fought off the disfigured and twisted corpses. Though something changed within Aya. Instead of going through with a empty face, she realized the true horror of what a lack of empathy can do to someone. She realized that the way she treated animals was wrong and how much they were suffering if she acted more like her father.

Eventually, she would save her father but encountered the truth. Her father killed her mother as he was planning to turn Aya into a doll using his twisted experiments in order to preserve her innocence. He had discovered that Monika was encouraging Aya to have a love of murder just like her father, and he couldn't allow her to win. Being the mad man he was, he thought the best way to keep her safe was to end her life and turn her into a doll.

She ran away from her mad father, saved by Maria and the mysterious blond boy. This had resulted in the death of her father, his last words were "I love you, Aya." which completely broke her heart. Not only was her father insane, but now she was alone in the world.

Eventually, the blond boy said he was going to burn her father's corpse and this entire mansion so no one discovered the true horror of what happened and attempt to finish her father's work. She agreed, as she didn't want to live in that house anymore and decided to live with Maria.

Though she didn't know if that blond boy was dead or alive. She wished she knew the answer for that, but she's fine with it as she believes they'll someday see each other again somehow.

Yet this was not a happy ending for Aya. Although she promised to never torture people the way her father had, this new empathy within her was a twisted form of it. This snapped in her when she discovered her father's book of experiments that was mysteriously left outside of the mansion.

As a grown woman, living in a small house quite far from most villages, Aya runs a clinic. Although many praised her for her work as a doctor, she was not an innocent one. With a twisted sense of kindness, Aya would quietly kill patients that had poor health that she believed would die soon. She didn't even bother to check if there was hope for them, she believed they would suffer a cruel death so she would find loopholes to kill them and let their families know their illness finally took them. After all, she promised she would "never forget" the suffering of those in the Drevis mansion.

Indeed she was like her father, in the end. Yet she was like her mother as well, kind and twisted. Aya is mostly shy and kind, easy to greet people but not the best at conversations. She does have a big heart for others when she hears they went through anguish and wants to help them the best she can, it's just too bad she has a twisted sense of reality at times.