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yuri-is-online · 5 months

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I’d like to hear a little about Idia’s Yutu. I bet he was pretty startled to see his hair suddenly catch fire + any other physical changes associated with the curse. (Do you think the yellow eyes and shark teeth are even caused by the curse?)

Idia is a popular boy and I have a lot of thoughts about him in general; I feel like I gave him a lot to deal with in this particular au... Jade is probably having a worse time mentally but Idia has a bunch of work I know he wasn't asking for.

As for the talk about the curse, I kicked it around in my head a bit and I am going to say yes the teeth are caused by it but the eyes are just something Idia got from his parents. I know I talk about thinking there is something wrong with Trey, but I don't think that's because of a curse and his eyes are definitely yellow. Idia's do seem to glow a bit so if you want your Yutu to have different colored eyes I think it would make sense if they had a bit of a glow to them, but that's just me.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. For this post, I would recommend reading this explanation of what happened to the boys as Idia has a pretty big role in the bad timeline, and his actions will be somewhat referenced here.

Idia has the benefit and the literal curse of being in charge of S.T.Y.X., meaning that when blot investigations are conducted he tends to be in the know. His Yuu and Yutu should have been safe from anything the Marshall's decided to do but they weren't. Unlike pretty much everyone else in this AU, Idia learns what happened to his family. He knows that Yuu was cursed, he knows they were sent back to their world. But that's about it, he tries to find some sort of way to make contact with your world so he can bring you home but then things go to shit and his progress is severely delayed. By the time he has to help bury Leona it's stopped completely. Ortho tries his best to help, but Idia doesn't really want him to. As much as he wants to see you again, he doesn't want you to have to suffer through any overblots again, nor does he want to raise a child in a dying world.

Sometimes when he is alone, energy drinks scattered around his desk he'll look over to the little digital photo frame he loaded up with pictures of you, from back at NRC all the way up to your wedding and wonders if he should just let you go. There's a chance you being forced to forget about him means you would have moved on, maybe met someone else and had other kids. Was his kid anything like him? He hopes they ended up looking mostly like you, and knowing there is no way for the Shroud curse to reach them does make it slightly easier to sleep at night. He tells himself when he comes back to work tomorrow, he'll put the frame in a drawer along with his wedding ring but he never does. In his mind, he is still your husband, just waiting for fall to come so you can try to be together again. Fall might be another life, but Idia surprisingly doesn't mind. He can wait for you.

Idia! Yutu was a massive crybaby when he was a baby. Very clingy to Yuu and very afraid of his own shadow let alone his teachers and peers. He grows out of the crying as he gets older but not the social anxiety. Yutu wants friends, he just sucks at making them and is extremely stressed out by being around people. I could see Yuu maybe getting an animal of some sort to help with the stress and anxiety their son was feeling. And just by typing that I have become attached to the concept: Ida! Yutu gets a dog Yuu feels inclined to name Cerberus. Yutu adores her and takes very good care of her without any fights about his chores.

Yuu remembers Idia as being more of a cat person, but they tell Yutu they think he really would have approved of Cerb. They remember him as being a socially awkward, but extremely passionate about his work and hobbies. His love of retro games causes a lot of Yuu's cursed pains, they know he liked those sorts of games but they can't for the life of them remember the titles. Yutu tries to reassure his parent it's just nice knowing a little bit about his dad and that he doesn't need the specifics. Hearing about his dad's interests motivates him to learn about emulators as he gets older, and he builds Yuu a nice family computer after scrounging for parts.

Yutu prefers single player or local co-op games, but makes an exception if Yuu has a long term MMO or something like a genshin account because he does like playing with Yuu. It helps soothe his social anxiety to talk to people while he knows his parent and Cerberus are near by, but when they aren't online he's essentially a solo gamer.

Unfortunately for Yutu's potential inner gremlin, Yuu also remembers Idia's shut in tendencies and is determined to get him outside from a very young age. Cerb does her best to help with that too, it's Yutu's job to walk her and he swears she keeps trying to introduce him to people. He's had so many awkward conversations with the people in his neighborhood because of her. His other chore used to be helping out in the little vegetable garden Yuu started to help cut down grocery costs, but that quickly ceased being a chore and became a full blown passion.

Idia! Yutu loves flowers. He fills his windowsills with plants that are safe to be around dogs and has Cerberus help him dig a flower bed around your home so he can plant more of them. Sure the veg garden is nice too, but he loves the significance of and variety that can be found in flowers. If you live in a place that can keep bees then he will absolutely bug you about wanting to get some.

Twisted Wonderland looks horrible to Yutu. It's dark and cold, he's been snapped into a room full of people in a place he doesn't recognize, and his parent has gone non responsive as he tries desperately to shake them awake. He tries snapping at the fancy looking man that comes to help and accidentally bites his tongue, and that's when he notices it.

Mostly because Cerberus tackles him and tries to put him out.

"Owowowowowowowwww-" Yutu tries to push Cerberus back but she keeps whining and trying to lick at his face. She yelps as Yutu catches his breath as he sees what she's trying to paw at. His hair is on fire, or to be more accurate his hair is fire. He can hold it, he can tug at it, it's warm and is not burning his clothes but his hair is on fucking fire-

"STAY." The voice is so commanding that both Cerb and Yutu freeze, the strange man from before with his dual colored hair looks oddly nostalgic at his little command, eyes obviously softening at the dog as he shakes his head. "Good girl, no need to worry. Your little master is ok, he isn't going to combust." Cerberus whines, but she relaxes and Yutu stands shakily. "Though full warning you might feel like you are once I am done explaining things to you."

Idia and Ortho are called to NRC for an emergency and debriefed on their way over. Yuu holds on to life just long enough to speak with Idia a little, the first time Yutu meets his dad the two of them are saying goodbye to a now comatose Yuu. The silence is awkward, but the hold Idia has on Yutu isn't. I like to think that Idia and Yuu had talked about what they would have wanted to name Yutu, and that memory had carried across the world so there was no awkward introduction phase between the two of them. The sort of fall into each others lives immediately, the want for the other to exist overriding anything else.

Cerberus helps too. Idia might be more of a cat person but cute doggies are good too. ESPECIALLY one with such an awesome name, she's the most spoiled girl in the entire apocalypse. She's an old dog at this point, so Idia takes her back to S.T.Y.X. where she becomes a sort of unofficial mascot for the research teams. Idia makes her a uniform and everything. He regularly sends pictures to Yutu while he's busy at school.

Because of Yutu's love of gardening trumping his interest in technology, he ends up in Heartslabyul instead of Ignihyde. He is very embarrassed about this at first (he really hates the uniform) but Idia reassures him that he doesn't care about that. His kid could probably kill someone in front of him and he would not care, especially not at this point. So long as he is able to talk to his child about manga and games he doesn't care what extra circulars they're into. I can't see him being super excited about having to go to sports games, but then again maybe he would just think about it like a sports anime to help psych himself up to go (his kid would obviously be his favorite character).

Bad timeline Idia is a lot calmer than his younger self. He still loses his temper and goes on smug rants, but in general he speaks exactly like he does in book six to the S.T.Y.X. employees. His true personality only really comes out when he's alone with Ortho and Yutu, but he tries to keep his more pessimistic side in check. He wants Yutu to have some hope for the future, but the more he runs the numbers the bleaker things look.

Ortho is beyond excited to have his nephew back. He always liked hanging out with Yuu because of the lack of data he had about them. Every conversation he had with them was unique, and he was really looking forward to having the same experience with Yutu. He was just as if not more distraught than Idia when you both disappeared, so having Yutu back brings a bit more spark to his soul. Yutu was so stressed out from all of the changes he was experiencing that meeting Orhto felt weirdly normal. What's weirder: having an artificial humanoid for an uncle, technically being part alien, having fire for hair, or having a spell that literally opens the gates of hell. Yutu is not taking option one that's for sure.

Ortho and Idia are the ones who propose going back in time, but when it's their Yutu who is making the journey the suggestion is extremely difficult to make. Idia doesn't like the idea of asking his son to do this, it feels selfish. But then, Idia also feels like bringing him into existence before he could break the family curse was selfish, no matter what Yutu was always going to be doomed. But that just means he should be the one taking responsibility for this... Ortho volunteers himself for the mission but Yutu points out that that would probably be even more dangerous than sending him. It's a tearful goodbye, everyone knows that if the missions succeeds this timeline will cease to exist and they will never get to see each other again. They have a little party at NRC and Idia takes Yutu aside to visit Yuu's grave, firstly so they can say goodbye and secondly because he has a confession to make

"I was mega cringe when I was at NRC." His dad can't even look him in the eyes, and Yutu swears he sees him shaking. He has to blink a few times to make sure he is seeing things right, this doesn't look like overworked dad, or stressed dad, or angry at something mundane dad. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he was-

"Well isn't everybody?" The tips of Idia's hair turn pink at the question and Yutu's quickly mirrors him from feeling like he's done something wrong. All he's done is repeat his dad's own advice back to him though. "You're always so cool and confident-" Idia wheezes and Yutu almost has to catch him. "I mean I'm sure you can't be bad as me-"

"Oh you are going to regret saying that." His dad can't really bring himself to elaborate further but the thousand yard stare does all the talking for him.

Idia! Yutu was given three very simple instructions by Uncle Ortho about going back in time:

1) don't try to lie to me about who you are, I will run scans and figure it out. Grandma and Grandpa finding out would probably be bad and just complicate things. Easy enough, having Uncle Ortho on his side makes the transition between future and past a lot easier. Current Ortho might be a lot more innocent? Naive? He isn't sure if those are the words he would use, but he is certainly less used to having a soul and being his own person than his Uncle is. Not that this makes him any less accepting of Yutu... if anything he is even more excited about him than he was in the future.

2) try to keep who you are a secret from Yuu, but get close to them. We need them to stay alive, even if we don't know why yet... Less easy than hanging out with Uncle Ortho, but still easy enough. I tend to write all Yutus as not fully realizing how much they missed or loved Yuu until they got to see the younger version of their parent... but out of all of them Idia! Yutu is certainly up there for just how hard it hits him. Mostly because of Rule 3:

3) I am so fucking sorry for what you're going to have to deal with please be patient with me!!! I promise I love you and your parent so much I'm just not going to know-

So that obviously came from Idia and not Ortho, but Yutu really disregarded that warning until he accidentally ran into his dad while trying to find Ortho and saw him take out a tablet? That he used to talk with and got very panicky about when he asked a very simple question about it. Uncle Ortho helpfully tells him later that Idia uses it to help him speak in public because of his anxiety, and is very pleased to learn Yutu has never seen him use it in the future. But that doesn't really change how things are now...

On the one hand, Yutu gets it. He has bad social anxiety himself, but because he had a very supportive parent who worked with him to challenge himself in healthy ways he never got to the point that Idia is. He also was a lot older when he had his first experience with a traumatic loss and had Idia (who is a bit too experienced) and Ortho (who is just so understanding) there to help him through it. He knew that was not the case for his dad, they talked about it a lot in the future because Idia felt like he had a right to know, but I don't think he fully comprehended how bad Idia's mental health was.

Because no matter how much he might get it, this guy is still his dad and Yutu really wants to interact with him. He wants to impress him and maybe finally beat his high score on Star Rogue, Yutu just knows there are a bunch of stories he never got to hear because his dad was too embarrassed to tell him and this is maybe his one chance to find all of them out. But his dad is such a shut in he barely even interacts with Yuu! Yutu was always way too embarrassed to ask him about how they got together and now he swears he'll never know because him being in Ramshackle seems to have scared his dad off.

That's only half true, Idia doesn't really see Yutu as a romantic rival... like Cater he assumes you are related in some way because of the similar appearances and tastes in manga. Even when the two of you deny it he shrugs it off, hey maybe Yutu is just you from a different reality? He thinks he read a manga like that once... either way not his monkey not his circus. But like. It could be, Ortho really does like to remind him that Yuu is much less judgemental than everyone else on campus so if he wanted to make some progress on his journey of self improvement talking to them might not be such a bad idea. wink wink nudge nudge! But going over there still means he has to interact with someone other than Yuu and Mr. Grim and that's stressful.

He doesn't think about it at all when Yutu keeps finding excuses to not be there when Ortho drags him to visit because of how relieved he is to not have to socialize with him, at first anyway. He notices when Ortho excuses himself too, they certainly seem to be buddy buddy which isn't something he's going to complain about but as Idia does get closer to Yuu and *ugh* admits to himself he's got some feelings he starts to feel like he should at least know something about the kid other than his name. He does not completely figure it out, but he notices all of the relevant data points before he's slapped in the face with who Yutu is.

Like Lilia! Yutu's reveal, I think Idia finds out about who Yutu is in the middle of a fight. Yuu gets injured by a really strange blot phatom Idia has never seen before and Yutu absolutely looses it. His hair flares up and for snaps his hood to cinders as he's roaring out spells and trying desperately to make sure that thing doesn't touch his parents. Something you both hear loud and clear.

At first this makes Idia beyond excited. He probably joins the little fit his son is throwing except in raw joy because he's fantasized so much about this! He even has a little sims save where Yuu and him are married and they've got a kid and a cat and wow just look at Yutu he looks even cooler in real life than he does in a life sim! Yuu look at him, you guys have a-

A kid. You have a kid. With him. One that's got his teeth and hair and your nose and is sobbing in his arms about how much he missed you both and doesn't want to watch you die again. The sheer worry eclipses his second hand embarrassment at his own smugness as he awkwardly holds on to the sobbing Yutu and looks towards you for help. He's never been good at this whole emotional comfort thing, pls assist. So you pick yourself up and join the group hug and all three of you just sort of sit there for a bit while Yutu tells his story. About growing up in your world, how he came to NRC and his friends in Heartslabyul (Idia is blaming that on you, as a joke ofc he doesn't care what house his kid is in), and the plan to go back in time because of how hopeless the future is. It's not a story Idia takes lightly, especially when Ortho confirms it and sends him all of the data he and Yutu have collected so far. Idia is a bit gloomy and prone to complaining, but if you are in a bad place there are few people more reliable. He is a lot like death in a way, he'll always be there in the end.

Idia is a bit awkward around Yuu for a bit after the reveal, I like to think of you as being newly together at this point so Idia hasn't really revealed just how... detailed some of his fantasies about you are just yet. There are a lot of them, he has uh. Maybe written some of them down, pleasedon'tmakehimreadthemoutloud and most of them are perfectly normal and respectable (lies). It stops when you tell him Yutu had to come from somewhere and he dies, buries himself under his covers, and rises again a changed man. Yeah that's right, his kid did come from somewhere NORMIES. He had se-

He's not super big into PDA but he is comfortable being clingy around Yutu and Ortho, though he tries not to be overly cheesy around Yutu. He hates seeing his parents be all lovey dovey with one another and he likes to keep his compliments quiet and for your ears only anyway. I do like the idea of Yuu being a tiny bit more outgoing and embarrassing him a bit around "the kids" (Grim and Yutu) so his hair is in a damn near permanent shade of pink any time he's around Ramshackle. It's one thing to have your younger brother think the world of you, but to have a kid think so highly of you that he travels back in time to save you from an apocalypse? Idia feels super unworthy, it fuels his determination to work out the "problem" Yutu has given him even if his natural pessimism makes him want to give up.

"... Just leave it to your dad." It's an echo of the only other promise he 100% intends to live up to. He really does mean it, Idia is not loosing this match. Just you wait and see...

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #future kid au #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud x yuu #??? i hit a text limit on this???#girl what?#tumblr is shitting itself anyway sorry if the ending is abrupt #that's why

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stolitzsings · 8 months

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This is a sort of response to a post I've seen floating around, drawing parallels between the chains in Blitz’s trip that bind him to Stolas and the chains that bind Husk, Angel, and Fizz to Alastor, Valentino, and Mammon respectively. I'm not commenting on that post directly bc I avoid Discourse (tm) at all costs for the sake of my health, and I don’t want to get drawn into an unproductive argument that will mess with my anxiety for a week. I'm not trying to start a fight, just get my thoughts out on why I feel that comparison is inaccurate, and hopefully provide some helpful context and nuance.

So! Let's start with a few disclaimers! First of all, I'm not going to debate the moral purity of any of these characters. I just don't think it's an interesting or valuable critique. On a related note, I am not trying to excuse any of their behavior. I'm happy to admit that my favorite characters in this show have hurt people and are sometimes total assholes. Stolas treated Blitz very poorly at the beginning of their relationship, frequently pushed or even ignored boundaries, and was just kind of a dick about things. My objection to a direct comparison between Stolas and the other characters mentioned above isn't because I think Stolas hasn't done anything wrong; I just think that saying they're similar without further clarification or commentary ignores the nuance of the situation.

Read on below the cut, it's gonna be another long one folks!

Let's start by examining the "agreements" forged by Val, Mammon, and Alastor. I think it's important to note that, in their cases, the person they got to sign their contract could have been anyone. Husk and Angel could have been any sinners, Fizz could have been any imp. They aren't interested in them as people; they were only using them to gain more power for themselves. The only thing that matters to them is, "What can you do for me?" Angel and Fizz quite clearly become cogs in the machine of Val and Mammon's businesses, and Alastor only thinks of Husk as a tool to be leveraged in specific situations to further his own mysterious goals. Each of them has demonstrated to their subjugates that they own them, body and soul. They have signed legally and spiritually binding contracts that essentially surrender their autonomy to a more powerful demon.

Stolas and Blitz’s agreement is... not that. In the most literal sense, they don’t appear to have made any sort of binding deal. They just made a verbal agreement, which I sincerely doubt has anywhere near the force of a signed soul contract. Additionally, Stolas did not ask for and does not seem to want that sort of total control over Blitz. He very clearly does not view this as any sort of power exchange (which may actually be part of the issue, since it leaves him blind to Blitz’s discomfort with their class difference), he sees it as "favors for favors." While this agreement is inherently unbalanced due to Stolas's status, it's worth noting that they’re both putting something on the line here. The other three risk practically nothing (if the person bound to them fails they can always get a new one), but Stolas IS taking on a real risk by letting Blitz access the living world illegally using his book. Again, that doesn't make his actions right, and probably helped him to justify them, but it does set their relationship apart from the others.

In my opinion, some of Stolas's greatest flaws are his thoughtlessness and his ability to justify his own actions to himself. This manifests in the fact that he clearly doesn't see the ways in which their relationship is hurting Blitz. He convinced himself that this was just an equal exchange, and a continuation of the dynamic Blitz established in their first encounter as adults: "I fuck you, and you give me the book". As he becomes more aware of his feelings for Blitz, though (stay tuned for a deeper analysis of this progression later), he also begins to realize that Blitz isn't happy with this relationship. And this, as @masonshmason pointed out, is the central fact that separates Stolas and Blitz from the other relationships. Stolas did not realize- or chose to ignore- how he was hurting Blitz. Once he came to terms with it, though, he understood that he had to make things right. He specifically says this in "Just Look My Way"; "I will try to make amends/ For making you means to an end". None of the others could say this, because in their case, that was the POINT. Angel, Fizz, and Husk were ALWAYS a means to an end, intentionally trapped for that purpose.

We also need to talk about the CONTEXT of the scenes in which the chain imagery appears. For both Angel and Husk, the chain is at least semi-literal, a physical (and perhaps supernatural) manifestation of the way their souls are bound to an overlord. In "Two Minutes Notice," Fizz purposely CHOOSES to represent his relationship to Mammon as chains around his wrists. However, Blitz's scene is part of a drug trip after being forcibly dosed with hallucinogens. It does not exist in any literal sense, nor is it a representation of Blitz’s conscious, literal thoughts. What it DOES do is showcase Blitz’s deepest fears and his greatest flaws through symbolism and metaphor. Blitz is not literally afraid of being forced to wear a clown costume; he is afraid he'll never escape his past traumas or Fizz's shadow. THIS is the context in which Blitz sees himself being chained by Stolas: a bad trip all about his fear of intimacy and vulnerability.

Stolas appears in this trip as someone elevated high above him, something he's climbing towards, reaching for, even though it means being chained to him. It's directly preceded by his ex girlfriend and his former best friend berating him for how he pushes people away even though he hates being alone. Then Stolas directly asks him, "Are you afraid to love people, Blitzy?" Furthermore, the WAY in which he is framed is alluring, slightly hazy, golden and tempting. It couldn’t be further from the ugly, slime-covered past he's fleeing. It's a new start, a chance for something better that seems too good to be true. This trip is all about Blitz’s inability to be vulnerable with another person. The chain around his neck is a representation of the fact that, by getting closer to Stolas, he's giving Stolas the power to hurt him emotionally.

And man, there's a part of him that wants to give Stolas that power. At this critical moment, he's not baring his teeth in defiance or anger. He's blushing, just slightly, and he looks... nervous. Blitz's instinct, when things get too real, is to cut and run. Hurt them before they can hurt you. Abandon them before they have the chance to leave you. It’s how he tanked his relationship with Verosika. This is a manifestation of what might happen if he stays. This is the sort of trouble he can't fight his way out of.

This is the emotional climax of the scene. There are so many ways they could have gone with this if they wanted to represent Blitz being chained and trapped by his agreement with Stolas. If that was the fear--if that was the POINT--they could have had the chains wrap around him until he couldn't move, or glow white hot and burn into his skin, or a million other more direct metaphors. But the chains aren't the thing that hurts him. It's the feathers: the thing that's left behind after Stolas abandons him, sing-songing "you're going to die alone" right alongside two other people who he loved and who now want nothing to do with him.

Finally, let's look at Blitz’s reaction to this scene. It's a moment of revelation for him, in which he realizes he's pushing everyone away and starts to make an effort to change. It's why he's a bit more open with Moxxie in the next scene. The trip sequence ALSO inspires him to get closer to Stolas, indicating that the trip didn’t make him realize "I'm trapped and I need to get out of this" in the same way Fizz did. Rather, he realizes that he doesn't want Stolas to leave him like everyone else, and he wants to start feeling out what it would be like to deepen the connection between them. As I've mentioned in other posts, their kiss at the end of "truth seekers" represents a level of intimacy that we haven't seen before; it's teasing, affectionate, shows Blitz’s interest in making Stolas happy, and takes place in front of M&M, who have repeatedly teased him about their relationship before.

In summary, while the image of chains may have been invoked in all four of these relationships, they don’t necessarily mean the same thing across the board. Blitz and Stolas's relationship differs substantially from the others in its dynamic, and the context of their scene also sets it apart. It's important to look into the details and the nuance of their relationship to interpret what's going on under layers of trauma and unreliable narration.

#stolas #blitzø #stolitz #helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss meta #hazbin hotel

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yazthebookish · 4 months

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"If Azriel wants a mate then why is he pursuing a mated female."

He gave you the answer:

"The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it's possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another." He had never before dared speak the words aloud.

Let's start by a scenario where you [the reader] is desperately and hopelessly in love with someone whether they're mated or not, would the mating bond make a difference for you?

If you answer yes, then you admit that a mated pairing are unlike any other because they're connected on a soul level and that's why it would make a difference to you.

If you answer no, then the mating bond wouldn't be an important condition for you because you can love the person with or without a bond. The mating bond wouldn't be at the forefront when someone asks you to explain why you would pursue or want someone.

Now back to Azriel, why does it matter if Elain wasn't his mate? Would that make his "feelings" for her less meaningful?

If he is very confident Elain has no interest in Lucien, then why is he upset about her being mated to someone else?

"But he could be her second mate or true mate"

As of canon, there was no mention of multiple mates and it's been proven more than once that Elain and Lucien's bond is legit (they're a unique case because all other mated pairings knew about the bond when they were already in love). You have to twist the context to make it seem suspicious or out of the norm—and the only thing that is out of the norm here is unlike the other mated couples, they're the first one we see that aren't in love "yet".

So excluding the theory that he is Elain's true mate or that he is her second mate, doesn't his confession to Rhys prove that he is desperate for a bond.

He used Feysand and Nessian as an example because the equation in his head is not making sense with him being excluded from also getting an Archeron sister as a mate. To him, 3 brothers + 3 sisters makes sense but was that even a condition for either Rhys or Cassian to fall in love with either sisters? No.

And you know what are the two biggest red flags here:

1. He immediately questions the Cauldron not giving him a mate, or more specifically, the Cauldron gifting his brothers two Archeron sisters but the third wasn't his.

2. Does Elain want a mating bond with him, or anything to do with a bond at all? Based on what we've seen... no.

So the first point shows you that it wasn't his attraction or feelings for Elain that Azriel expressed or could've said things that came off more romantic like "I want her" "I've grown fond of her" "I feel good with her"—because I promise you he didn't need to do a whole love confession to Rhys to convince him and Rhys would've had a very different reaction than what we have seen.

But what we got was Azriel questioning the Cauldron and be visibly upset about not getting an Archeron sister—that what probably ticked off Rhys.

OR we, as the readers, were in his head so he didn't need to vocalize his feelings to Rhys (since the argument is often about he doesn't open up), we could've just read his thoughts

He is putting what he wants at the forefront without considering whether Elain wants a mating bond or not.

And then you have the final nail in the coffin:

Azriel said nothing. He hadn't gotten that far with his planning, certainly not beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to.

Is this what it all boiled down to? Fantasies?

Where in his entire conversation with Rhys did the topic center on what Elain wanted or needed?

"Oh but Azriel did say she has no interest in Lucien and is making it clear to Rhys"

Sorry but that's Elain's piece to say and no where were we given any hint that Elain asked or opened up to Azriel about this. He is yet doing something that everyone else does for Elain: speak for her and assume what she needs.

Though I completely disagree with the idea that Azriel is a fuck boy. He isn't but this is a male that carries a lot of conflicted feelings and thoughts within him—his actions and words can be questionable but it doesn't mark him as someone who is a player. He is just hitting rock bottom.

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corvennite · 10 months

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—⛥ ROCKSTAR ABBY'🎸

headcanons w/fem! reader

I'm writing a fic about it so stay tuned, these are just some ideas that popped up in my head.

cw: nsfw (smut), kinda enemies to ??, voyeur, fingering, female masturbation, phone sex, nude pics, possessive behavior (kinda toxic Abby lol), lesbian sex, p in v (strap on), degrading, edging, overstimulation, lots of teasing, rope bunny, gagging, senses depravation, ghosting. Let me know if I forgot something.

All right so for context, you and Abby do not get along very well since you both know each other, she always had been very stubborn and proud always thinking she's better than anyone (bc she is 🤭) and it got in her head mostly after she started her band. Your friends had always been supportive towards her since you were the only one with problems, they didn't mind much, always dealing and putting up with your attitude when she was mentioned or asked to go out with the group (which was a bit frequtently). Even if you both despised each other, more you than her, there was this oddly weird sexual tension between you two every time a word was exchanged. That's how I think she would be if somehow you managed to get closer to her.

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⛧ I think she would be an extreme tease, always making jokes and playing around with you;

⛧ she'd put into effort to know your tastes, what you enjoy, favorite music (so she could learn and play), shows, moves, books, etc;

⛧ even if she jokes a lot with you and sometimes she can be a lil mean, she's the only one who can do it;

⛧ she would be a bit of an asshole with the people you go out/hook up with, since she's a bit jealous but would die first than admit it;

⛧ Abby would be overprotective towards you, any guy with a wrong mind and action be sure she would beat them to death without your knowledge;

⛧ she's a good listener, even if it doesn't look like she hears all your bullshit and puts up with it;

⛧ I think she would try to teach you a thing or two around the guitar, however, she would mock you a lot during it;

⛧ would always have you backstage or nearby during the shows;

⛧ asks your opinion (indirectly) on the songs and medleys;

⛧ probably made some demo music thinking about you;

⛧ would never say it but, she gets less nervous when you're around while she's on stage, when she can see you;

⛧ would treat you like a fan despite hour 'hate' towards her, is just her way to provoke you;

⛧ gives you one of the official band merchan before even start to sell it;

⛧ doesn't let any other band member be too close to you, they're her friends but she wants you all to herself;

⛧ she would be very troubled if you got lost around the shows so she always leave her guards keeping an eye on you;

⛧ she probably let you sign one of her guitars on a playful conversation you both had, she never took it off though;

⛧ gave you a necklace with one of her favorite guitar pick.

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⛧ okay so, she would be always dominant at least at the beginning, never submitting for you, sometimes she would get a bit weak if you topped;

⛧ this woman is a guitarrist so she's very skilled with her fingers;

⛧ she would edge you for hours after a show, or even before, inside the dressing room or in the van while heading back;

⛧ her hands would be always over you, gripping around your waist, hips, thighs, ass and even teasing around nearby your clothed core;

⛧ her favorite thing to do is to go down on you while you're reading some lyrics you helped her out with, or, some she made to you (the dirtiest shit she wrote) without your knowledge;

⛧ Abby would definitely finger fuck you while she's recording a song, making some of your moans be the background of it;

⛧ she has a shameless polaroid of you only in her jacket and laced panties, her fingers around the sides pulling a bit down revealing your hip bone, she keeps on her wallet;

⛧ she makes you ride her thigh as she write new lyrics or talks to her manager thru the phone;

⛧ boot humping while she plays the guitar;

⛧ she has those collars around your neck with spikes and a metal circle to hold onto, she enjoys pulling it randomly;

⛧ Abby is a bit too shameless sometimes, if there's another person around the studio she doesn't mind, she touches your pussy until you're begging for her to stop and even so, she'll mock you and ask why you're whining out of no where;

⛧ whenever she's away on tour, she makes you take pics of your body and send to her, most of them with her jacket on or t-shirt;

⛧ she enjoys phone sex a lot, putting you on line making you touch yourself while she's needy for you or even turn into a video call where she can watch you play with your pussy;

⛧ when she gets jealous she gets real jealous, fuckin' you so hard with her 8 inch strap you can see stars, she doesn't care much if you're crying or if it's hurting, she'll take you bent over her desk;

⛧ Abby enjoys gagging you with your own panties, sometimes underwear she buys for you and rips it off afterwards;

⛧ makes you gag and almost pass out on her strap she proudly calls it her own cock;

⛧ despite enjoying the strap, she much more prefer to use her mouth and fingers, the tongue piercing making you see stars when it rubs against your clit;

⛧ she goes totally off fuckin you for the first time, the tension was too much and you were just so pretty with those tight clothes she couldn't resist, even if she hated you so much;

⛧ Abby wouldn't speak with you after your first time, leading into a fight you picked up being stubborn and then, you being all spread out with your eyes covered and her fingers edging you for hours;

⛧ she likes to tie you up, how pretty you look with red ropes around your wrists, thighs, ankles, chest, everywhere she can put them, she just loves it. maybe it will even be a cover of one of her new albums;

⛧ you're not the only girl in her life, a rockstar like herself has a couple share of groupies and even if she's over possessive with you, the same behavior coming from someone she could only toy with makes her kind mad;

⛧ she loves watching you touching yourself, she always makes you do it but then slaps your hand off when she sees you're ready to cum, the way you back arch and toes curl, how you look so beautiful trying to reach spots only she can get, she gets so damn turned on;

⛧ while fuckin, she will call you the most degrading names, it's not a lie, after all you are her little slut and shameless harlot, the doll she enjoys to break and the bitch who swore she hates her sooo damn much.

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tinder 2.0 || fuckboy! Gojo satoru

part 1 | PART 3

MASTERLIST

synopsis : in which you match with satoru gojo, tokyos most seeked after playboy

word count: 6,907

summary: fem!reader, drug usage, toxic satoru, **smut at the end **

much to your dismay, satoru didn't respond to your last message, in fact, it had been a couple days since your conversation with him.

you wondered if that means he's given up. you kept telling yourself not to waste your time thinking about it and even went to the length of deleting the app so you would stop checking it every hour.

just like how you had over 100 matches, he probably had thousands and you were nothing but a number to him. after all, tinder was mainly filled with horny people wanting an easy fuck and a quick ego boost and satoru gojo seemed to fit those criteria perfectly.

"so you find any hot guys yet?"

you get pulled out of your thoughts by nobara, who was flicking through a magazine with her feet propped up in your lap.

"no," you scoffed, then you trail off as gojo crossed your mind, "well, there is this one guy..."

"who? are you going to show me the chat? hello?" nobara dramatically waved her hands in front of her face, already impatient for the details.

"don't judge me alright?" you giggled softly, "he's the biggest dickhead and it's disgusting how he talks to women but-"

"less talking, more showing," she snapped her fingers and laid her palm out for you to hand your phone over.

"wait, i need to redownload it," you muttered, hastily opening up the app store.

"why did you delete it?"

"because..." you said as you watch the app download onto your phone, "i was checking the app so often, it was unhealthy."

you passed your phone with his profile opened up and instantly she let out an ear piercing squeal.

"damn," she brings her phone up to her eyes so she could admire every detail of his photos, "how can somebody be this hot? are you sure he's not a catfish?"

"i don't think so, he wanted to facetime me," you said, "but read our chat from the start and you'll probably judge me for liking him."

she clicks on the conversation between you two and you notice that he finally replied. your breath hitched and you leaned over to see what he said.

gojo: lets just skip the facetime

gojo: let me take you out tonight , i'll send you my drivers license is that good enough for you princess?

you open up the image he sent and internally screamed at how perfect he looked in his license photo. you felt your stomach twist and turn at the thought of meeting up with him as you tried to envision what he would even be like in real life.

"you need to fuck him," she looks up from your phone with a serious expression, "if any other men spoke to me like that, it's a hell no. but he's an exception, i don't blame you. plus, it's tinder, who cares if he skipped the small talk."

"i'm so glad you understand me," you felt a sense of relief to hear nobara say those words. you leaned back into the sofa, clutching a pillow tightly to your chest.

you don't notice nobara typing on your phone with a mischievous grin and your heart drops when you get your phone back and you see what she had sent.

you: that's good enough for me daddy x pick me up at 8

"nobara!" you shriek, your face heated up and you throw your phone at the ground in horror, "he's going to think i'm a freak! it doesn't even make sense to call him daddy in that context-"

nobara bursted into laughter as she watched you panic, "y/n, he literally asked you for sex, he's going to like it in any context. he's probably jacking off right this second."

"yeah but-ugh, you're so fucking annoying!" your voice was still raised and you let out an exasperated sigh, knowing it was too late to do anything, "i just don't want him to think he's going to get laid, if he turns out to be a horrible person, i'm going to go home-"

"relax and just shut up and get ready," nobara interrupts you, ignoring your glare and pulled you up from the couch.

your friend ignores your protests and forced you to shower so she can help you get ready. you were hoping you'd have time to roll a joint to help you ease the nerves, but nobara took up all the time you had- treating you like her human sized barbie doll.

after several outfit changes and having to experiment with three different makeup styles, you finally met nobara's approval for your 'date'.

"fuck i'm scared," you turned to your friend from the mirror, looking for reassurance. you were wearing a backless long-sleeved top paired with a black midi skirt and a pair of kitten heels. nothing too flashy but not too conservative either.

"geez, you're acting like it's your first time! you look hot as fuck he's probably going to jizz in his pants at the sight of you," nobara waved her hands and rolled her eyes, grabbing your phone to see what he said.

gojo: 5 away.

you gulped nervously and watched the clock by the minute until you heard a car pull in. nobara jumped up, smiling from ear to ear, looking just as excited as you. she started to aggressively pull you to the door to hurry you up, slapping your ass on your way out.

"okay love you bye," you beamed at her.

"call me if anything happens! tell him i got his license and everything!" she calls out after you and you nod.

your eyes fall on the sleek black mercedes parked in front, the exterior was so shiny it seemed like it was just driven out of the show room. your heart begins to race in anticipation and anxiousness as you walk towards the car.

you take a deep breath and open the door, carefully sliding in and the smell of weed and air freshener instantly hits your nose. you're stunned at the sight of him, he was even better looking in real life. his gaze lingered on you, taking in every detail of your appearance with a small smirk on his lips.

"hey," he breaks the small silence, his ocean blue eyes glistening with amusement. his voice brings you back to reality and you feel self conscious, unsure of what he found funny.

"hi," you greet him back. you hated that you were feeling so timid.

his eyes felt like they were burning into your skin as he shamelessly checked you out like you were a piece of meat. your heart stops when he leans in, and your reflexes pull you back in surprise.

his face was now close to yours and he lets out a small laugh before leaning in further to reach for your seat belt and buckled you in.

"i can do that myself," you muttered, tucking in your hair behind your ear, feeling a little embarrassed at your reaction.

"but you called me daddy," he cocks his head to you, feigning a look of confusion, "so i'm just making sure my baby's buckled in safely-"

"shut up!" you cut him off as your face heats up, giving him a small punch on the shoulder.

"getting physical already," he whistled as he began driving, he turns to you with that same smirk that irked you, "i like it. should we just skip the dinner and go back to mine?"

"no," you said firmly in a blunt tone as you tried to pretend you weren't flustered, "by the way, that wasn't me. that was my friend who went on my phone."

"you look hot tonight by the way," he ignored your last comment and casually places a hand on your knee, causing your breath to hitch, "all dolled up for me, i'm so lucky aren't i?"

his palm against your burning skin sent goosebumps up your spine, you look down and couldn't help but admire how big and slender his fingers were. you don't brush his hand off and look out the window. even though he was acting like a jerk within the first few minutes, you secretly enjoyed his relentless flirting.

"i always go around like this," you lied.

"okay, love."

so fucking arrogant, you think disgruntledly.

soon enough, you arrive at the steakhouse you chose last minute. you get out first, smoothing down your skirt as you waited for him. he got out of his car with sunglasses on- which you thought was very strange- and slowly walks over to you.

he places his large hand on your hips and pulls you to start walking. "come on princess, let's go," he said with his eyes straight ahead.

he did this so casually like this was normal for him to be so touchy with someone he just met. you, on the other hand, weren't used to this at all. for 20 years of your life, you've only been with three guys and you made them all wait months to even be able to kiss you.

"why are you wearing sunglasses at night time?"

"because i don't want too much attention," he smiled at you and you scoff but say nothing.

"can i order for us?" he asked once you get sat down at your table, putting down the menu, with his blue eyes peeking up at you from the black-rimmed glasses.

"yeah i guess," you shrugged, "just don't order me something shit."

"that depends on how you'd define shit," he smiled, " two steaks okay?"

"make it rare," you nodded and thank the waiter for pouring the water.

"you like your meat raw huh?" his face was straight but burst into a grin as he watched your reaction slowly change from flustered to offended as your mind registered the joke.

you learn that he was seriously a teacher at some high school, and you let him know you feel bad for his students for having such a perverted teacher, to which he laughed in response.

"of course, i don't say anything inappropriate to the girls," he said, taking a sip of his wine.

"right," you scoffed and let him pour you another glass.

"so why are you on tinder? just for a fuck or hoping to lock down a poor fella?"

"to be honest," you stop to swallow your food and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before continuing, "i'm just on it because i'm single and bored and the attention is fun."

"fair," he nodded in agreement, "i'm on it just for an easy root."

i didn't ask you jerk. "that's something so obvious that you don't even need to say it out loud," you narrowed your eyes and take another sip of your wine to wash down the food, "especially on a date."

you feel his foot gently touch your ankle, which you ignored and kept eating. you look up from your plate to see him still staring at you and you rolled your eyes.

"can you focus on eating?" you snapped, feeling self conscious with the fact that he was practically watching you eat while his food was going cold.

"it's a shit steak," he chuckled and pushed you his plate, "you want mine too?"

"yeah but don't expect me to pay," you shrugged, taking his steak with your fork and knife.

"wow, you caught me," he places both hands up.

thanks to the three glasses of wine, you warmed up to him fairly quickly by the end of dinner. aside from his frequent sexual innuendos and remarks, he was a nice guy and knew how to actually pay interest in what you had to say.

"i am stuffed," satoru stretched out his arms the moment you exited the restaurant, turning to you with a grin, "you know what else i'm stuffing tonight?"

"you didn't even eat, you just said that so you can make that lame joke," you laughed. it was pretty obvious you were drunk and started to find him humorous.

he smiled and put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. it felt a lot more natural for you to be in his arms now, almost like you've done it a million times in the past. he smelt like a mixture of fresh laundry and cologne, a scent that smelt strangely nostalgic. you lean your head against him, closing your eyes as your vision was slightly blurry.

"don't be falling asleep on me now," he slides his hand down and gives your lower waist a squeeze. you open your eyes and find his mouth hovering over your ear, "save that for after."

you look up at him and those dreamy blue orbs were staring into you through his thick lashes with his lips curled into a small smirk. maybe it was because you were intoxicated, but you swore you could see them sparkling as if they were studded with stars.

he opens the car door for you and helps you get in, buckling you in like he did before.

"you're so confusing, one second you act like a jerk then you're a gentlemen the next," your words were slurred and you poke a finger at his hard bicep, "stick to one personality."

"i treat my woman good, what's wrong with that?" he shrugged, starting up the car. he paused and turned to you with a straight face, "now's your chance to decide if you're sober enough to come back to mine or get dropped off home."

"yours," you answer and his face breaks out into a smug grin.

he begins driving and it wasn't long until his hand found it's way to your leg. his touch felt cold against your hot skin that was burning from the alcohol. you bite the inside of your cheek and press your head against the cool window. your stomach began churning and not in a good way- and that's when you realised you drank a bit too much.

you didn't want to look at him, worried you'll say something stupid as you didn't trust your current state of mind.

satoru started stroking your thigh, you gulp as it slowly inches further up. it wasn't like you didn't want it but right now, you were more focused on keeping your dinner down.

you shift in your seat and stop his hand with yours, still keeping your attention away from him. he looks at you with slight confusion but retrieves his arm, placing it back on the wheel.

"are you feeling okay?" he asked.

"i might've had too many glasses," you shook your head, closing your eyes to ease your pounding head. the smoothness of the car ride was starting to make you feel more nauseous by the minute, "it's this car that's making me sick."

"sorry about it princess," he chortled, slowing the speed down and opened the windows "let me know if you'd like this shitbox to pull over if you need to let it out."

"don't talk about vomiting," you groan as a more intense wave of nausea washes over you at the mention of it

"you can't handle your alcohol can you?"

you don't answer and keep your head out the window, wishing this would pass. your worst nightmare would be to vomit in front of him.

"i'm not usually like this, it must've been something i had," you said.

your hands are gripped onto the car door as you ride the nerves and the car finally pulls into a gated driveway that leads up to skyrise apartments.

he drove into an underground basement and you start to feel a tad better as the car park to a halt. "you good?" he checked in on you again once he's finished parking and you give a small nod.

you follow him out of the car and into the elevator. your balance was distorted and you slightly stumbled as you walked, which satoru took notice of and sighed.

"maybe i should've taken you home," he said, holding you by your shoulders to help you balance on your feet.

you keep quiet and focus your eyes on the marbled floor, grimacing at the sensation of your ears popping as you waited to reach the 40th level.

"i'm not even drunk," you lied straight through your teeth, blinking profusely at him, believing somehow that will convince him of your sobriety.

he chuckled at your statement and grabs your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks together until your lips were pouting like a pufferfish. he stares down into your eyes with a playful glint, "your face and eyes are red like a tomato, you can't walk properly and you're twitching like you're having a seizure. i think you are drunk."

your jaw dropped at his apartment which happened to be a penthouse overlooking the entire north of tokyo. you had never been in an apartment with such tall ceilings and wide living space and found yourself starstruck at the view of the skyline.

satoru lets out a dramatic sigh, watching you be amazed by his home and plops himself on his beige sofa with his brows knitted into a small frown, stroking his chin, "why would you even let yourself get this wasted?"

"it's my fault?" you look away from the view, voice starting to raise, the alcohol was not helping you control your emotions. you stomp over to him with narrowed eyes, "you are such a fucking jerk, you think i want to feel like vomiting? i told you it's something i had-"

"okay, calm down first of all, i'm sorry," he cuts your rant off and grabs your hands to pull your weight down to the sofa, making you clumsily fall next to him, "and secondly, you can't blame me for being frustrated. you're the one who decided to pretty up like this and now you're too drunk, it's a bit of a tease isn't it? it's not my fault i want to fuck the shit out of you."

even in your drunk state, you were gobsmacked at the way he said it so calmly and confidently. you tried to say something back, but then you feel your dinner churn violently in your stomach, almost threatening to come back up your throat. you start to gag and put your hands to your mouth, turning to satoru with panic.

satoru was visibly freaking out and points to a door down the hallway, "can you make it to the toilet?"

you shake your head and gesture your hand to signal him to fetch you something. he runs to the kitchen to grab a plastic bag and sprints back, but he was too late.

he stared down at cream woollen rug that was soaked in your vomit. the room felt silent, until you feel the second wave of nausea and begin spewing uncontrollably again.

"oh fuck, i'm sorry," you mumbled, groaning as you drop to the floor. you instantly felt better though.

"fuck me," he exhales deeply, pinching the corner of his nose and walked off.

he shortly returns with a towel and tosses it into your pool of vomit.

"just leave it, i'll get somebody to clean it tomorrow," he said, stopping you from cleaning it up and you feel a second towel drop to your head as well as a shirt, "you can use this to shower and change, you got shit all over yourself now."

he noticed you didn't move and pulled you up by your arms, "come on. don't be embarrassed just because you vomit all over my rug that i bought a couple weeks ago."

"i'm sorry," you apologised again, shrugging his arms off, "i'll shower and leave."

he didn't answer and let you walk yourself to the bathroom. you make sure to take a quick shower, hurriedly washing out the vomit in your hair as you didn't want to spend another minute in his apartment. you knew you overstayed your welcome and he's probably never going to see you again.

you didn't have to be sober to take the hint that he was disappointed and annoyed he can't fuck you, you were just wasting his time by this point.

"don't leave," he says the moment you step out of the bathroom.

you pause in your tracks and stopped drying your hair, unsure what to say, and he clears his throat, continuing, "because taxi is going to be at least $300, which i don't want to pay for and i also can't be bothered dropping you off."

oh.

"okay, well, i can't afford that either... i'll just sleep on the couch if you don't mind and i'll catch the first train home," you awkwardly shuffle over. you notice his eyes lingering on your chest and you quickly cross your arm, realising you weren't wearing a bra underneath the white shirt he let you borrow.

"you take what i say too seriously," he said with a strange look in his eyes that contrasted his usual playful nature, "i'll show you the spare room."

you follow him up the stairs and he takes you to a room that was the size of your own apartment, "there's filtered water in the fridge and text me if you need anything," he said bluntly, before closing the door behind him.

you tried not to let his change of tone bother you and laid back on the soft, king sized bed.

"whatever," you muttered to yourself as you stretched your limbs and take out your phone to call nobara. you chew on your lip as you wait for her to answer.

"hello?"

"i vomitted in his house," you blurt out and then explain to her a slight hazy recount of the dinner and how you ended up ruining his expensive rug.

"well, i only got one thing to say," nobara spoke over the phone, "you fucked up bad, if i were him, i'd never want to see you again."

"i figured," you sighed, staring up at the ceiling, "i don't even want to stay the night, i just feel so embarrassed."

"wait, he's letting you stay the night?"

"i mean i offered to leave but he said he can't be bothered to drop me off or pay for my taxi and i can't afford it either.." you replied.

nobara starts laughing, "this guy drives a mercedes and live in a penthouse in tokyo, $300 means nothing to him. he clearly just wants you to say."

you frown at her ridiculous theory, "no you don't understand, he literally said he's annoyed that i got drunk and the way he talks to me now has totally changed-"

"you are so stupid y/n," nobara sighed, "listen, you're sober enough to hold up a conversation. go into his room and fuck him right now."

"what no! did you not listen? i vomitted on his rug, why would he want to slee-"

"don't you want to fuck him too?" nobara cuts you off again, "he's giving you space because he think's you're too drunk, not because he doesn't want to fuck. plus, what do you have to lose? you already humiliated yourself."

you don't say anything and stare at the ceiling in silence.

"live a little for once in your fucking life," nobara continued, knowing you were contemplating your options, "i'm off to bed, don't forget to use a condom."

and with that she hung up, leaving you in deep thoughts. i do want to fuck him, but what if he doesn't want to fuck me anymore?

you shake your head and pulled at your hair in frustration. you hated that you were always full of second guesses and doubts and just like nobara had said, you should loosen up for once.

"okay, i got this," you give your cheeks a light slap to wake yourself up from the drowsiness and inhaled deeply to calm your racing heart.

you were already stumbling down the corridor despite trying to be quiet walk on your tippy toes. you then realised you had no way of finding out which door was to his room and you didn't want him to think you're creeping around his home.

"the fuck am i doing," you sigh to yourself, realising how stupid it was to just knock at his door, and spin on your heels to retreat back to your room.

you jump when you realise satoru was standing at the stairs with a beer in one hand and a blunt in the other. he was changed into a loose t-shirt that hung over his broad frame and tight sweatpants.

"yeah what are you doing? shouldn't you be knocked out from all that vomitting?" he perked at eyebrow at you.

"i-i um was just u-uh seeing if you got," you began stuttering, trailing off as your mind turned blank.

"uh- i-uh?" he mimicked your stutter, making you shoot a fierce glare in his direction.

"i need makeup remover," you announced with your chin held up as you tried to play it off. even though you were in no position to be annoyed, his banter agitated you.

"i got a bar of soap?"

"forget about it," you say flatly, feeling deflated at how pathetic you were acting, "goodnight."

nobara was wrong. it was too late and he was clearly turned off by you. you didn't blame him though, projectile vomiting chunks of steak and chips onto his nice rug wasn't the most attractive sight.

"you want to sit out with me while i smoke this blunt?"

you turn around, "okay," your voice came out cheerful and you quickly adjust your face, not wanting to seem too excited at his invitation.

he led you to a balcony on the other side of the second floor. the scenery of the glistening city lights took the breath out of you, leaving you speechless.

"how the fuck can a teacher's salary afford this?" you leaned over the stone balcony and stared down at the small buildings and the cars that looked like ants.

"i'm a special teacher," he chuckled, taking a seat on his patio couch. he laid his beer down on the table and started to light the blunt, "there's water next to you, you should stay hydrated before you end up vomiting again."

"will you please stop bringing that up?" you rolled your eyes and take a seat next to him, "i swear you're doing it to annoy me."

he smoked his blunt, offering you a puff which you declined. "so what's the actual reason you came out of your room? were you tryna find me?"

"no," you lied, taking a sip of your water to avoid his gaze.

"you're an awful liar," he chuckled, taking a long draw out of his blunt, he takes a couple more draws and sips of his beer before continuing, "why are you sitting so far away from me?"

you look down at the small gap between you two and frown back at him, "i'm literally just sitting next to you."

"not close enough," he murmered and pulled you by the waist to close the distance.

his face was close to yours now and you could feel his eyes staring into you while you kept your head slightly turned. you felt nervous again and felt your hands go clammy.

"aw, you're shy," he said in a low voice, the ends of his lips curled up, "it's cute."

"i'm not being shy," you meekly defend yourself, looking up at him to meet his eyes as you try to ignore the monstrous butterflies eating away at your stomach, "you just... do things out of the blue."

"right," he said and leaned over to the ash tray to put out his half smoked blunt. he takes a sip of his beer again before returning back to his original position, "so do i need to make an announcement before i do this?" his voice low and husky.

"huh?" you barely managed to respond before he pressed his lips against yours. at first, you were too shocked to react, but then you felt yourself melting into him. the kiss was soft and gentle, his large hands cupping your face, but then it deepened, becoming more urgent, his tongue starting to explore yours and his hands move down to your waist, pulling you in closer if that was even possible.

the flavor of him lingered on your tongue - a heady combination of alcohol, mint, and weed. it was a taste that left you craving more, but just as suddenly as it had begun, he pulled away with a grin, leaving you breathless.

"you did it again," you put your hand to your slightly swollen lips and looked away from him, annoyed that he found this to be funny.

"it's hard to control myself around you," he gently grabs a tuft of your hair and pulled at it.

"why do you keep pulling at my hair like that?" you take your hair out of his fingers.

"just trying to show you what i would like to do to you."

just do it, just go for it the voice in your head was getting louder by the second and without thinking, you grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss.

this time, he wasted no second to explore your mouth. his hands on your get body gets rougher as they explored your body and the kiss gets more aggressive. a small moan escapes your lips when he begins to suck on your neck, causing him to halt and look up at you through his heavy lids.

"you like that huh?" he gives you a crooked smile and shoved his tongue into your mouth, his hand now squeezing your ass with your skirt pulled up. he was kneading it so roughly you were certain your they were going to be bruised the next morning.

you let him pepper kisses down your body, getting up to help him take your shirt off. he stared down at you, taking in the sight of your naked breasts before attaching his lips around your nipple. you let out a yelp as he began sucking on it like he's been starved for days and your hips grind down onto the bulge sticking out of his sweatpants.

he lets out a small growl and tugs at your nipple with his teeth, looking up at you with dark eyes. your hand snakes down his stomach and you grab his cock, stroking it through his pants while peering down at him with your hair and tits shoved into his face. you notice a stain on his pants and smile down at him.

"you know what you're doing," he grunts as your grip around the bulge gets tighter and your strokes get quicker. he shoves you off, causing you to fall back onto the couch, heavily panting as you watch him take his shirt off.

your hands instantly go to his chiselled chest and abs as he leans over you, hands dangerously close to your soaking pussy. you whimper a little as his palms rubbed your inner thighs, hating every second of his teasing.

he smiled against your lips as his fingers slip past your panties. he pulled away and stared down into your eyes as you feel him slowly rub your clit. he loved watching you slowly lose control of your body.

you moan loudly and you push your hip up, wanting more of his touch. "stop teasing me," you whined, feeling yourself get wetter as he softly pressed down onto your sensitive nub. you didn't care if you were stroking his ego, you just wanted to feel something inside of you.

"what's the rush? we got the entire night," he said in a low tone, sporting his signature smirk then roughly pushed your knees wide open.

you gasp at the sensation of the cool air hitting your bare pussy. he doesn't hesitate to shove his face between your thighs, taking a slow and hard swipe between your slits. you feel every inch of his tongue licking up your folds, collecting your juices and sucking profusely on your clit, causing you to whine and moan. the feeling of his tongue dipping in and out of you felt so good, you found yourself grinding down onto him.

"you taste so sweet," he looks up at you, his lips glistening with your juice.

he comes back up and roughly pushes his lips against yours, making you taste yourself. without a warning, he slams his long fingers into you and it wasn't long before you're chanting and screaming his name as he pounds you with his slender fingers.

you've never been touched like this before. treated so aggressively yet be worshipped as if you were a goddess. you feel your wetness drip down your thighs as you clench down onto his fingers, wanting to feel more.

"you're going to cum for me sweetheart?" he whispered in your ear as he feels your muscles spasm and tighten with every curl.

his fingers were so quick yet every stroke was hitting your g spot so perfectly. your hips were pushed up to him as he finger fucks you. watching you while he stroked his own cock through his boxers. the night air was filled with the squelching noises of your dripping pussy getting fucked and your moans, while he muttered dirty things to you.

"i'm going to cum!" you cried and this only made his fingers work quicker.

he attaches his warm mouth onto your pussy again. you gasp in shock at the overwhelming sensation of having his lips suck your clit while his fingers worked in and out of your tight muscles. you find yourself losing control of everything, moaning his name as the euphoria washes over you and you feel your cum oozes out, all the muscles in your body relaxing instantly.

he wouldn't stop sucking your pussy until he tasted every drip of your cum, ignoring your pleas for him to stop as you couldn't take it anymore.

"we're not done," he snarled,taking his fingers that was coated with slick and shoved it past your lips. you suck on it, staring up at him, making him quietly growl and pulled out his cock, stroking himself at the scene of you sucking your own cum off his fingers.

your eyes widen at the sight of his twitching cock. it was the biggest you've ever seen, long and dripping with precum, the tip an angry shade of red and begging to be sucked. he read your mind and brings it closer to your face, letting the tip spread its pre-cum all over your lips.

you open up your mouth and he slides it in, he lets out a long and deep moan as you close your lips around him. it was only halfway in and you were already choking, tears poking at the corner of your eyes as you try to fit him in.

"you're going to swallow my entire cock for me?" he grunts, shoving it further until you had tears pouring down your cheeks, "you're going to be a good girl and make me fuck this pretty mouth of yours yeah/"

you moan at his words, your fingers finding its way down to your clit that was already wanting to be touched again. you shake your head, unable to breathe, as he tries to fit his girth down your throat. he noticed you touching yourself, "you're a greedy little slut aren't you?" he said.

satoru pulls out of your mouth, saliva dripping down your lips as he did so. he gives you a brief second to breathe before he thrusts hard into you again, causing you to gag around him. he lets out a small whimper at the feeling of your throat closing in on him.

he grabs your hair and pulls it into a ponytail as he fucks your mouth. "fuck, you're so fucking good at this," he moaned, shoving you down until your nose was touching his abdomen.

he slides his dick out of your mouth and begins rubbing the saliva soaked tip against your clit. you moan and cry as he repeated the motions, making sure his cock was covered in your slick.

you were so wet at this point, he could slide in so easily but like a true asshole that he was, he continued to tease you until you were practically begging for it.

"i want to hear you ask for it," he smirked, watching himself play with your clit with the head of his cock, "your pussy looks so pretty and wet spread out for me like this."

"satoru, please," you bite your lip as you tremble beneath him. you had never been so desperate to have a cock inside of you, "just put it in, please."

"how bad do you want it?" his voice drops and he inches the tiniest bit into your flaps. this made your moans loudly and you try to push the tip in further but his large hand stops your hip, "don't fucking move. it goes in when i want it to, got it?"

you nod but you're greeted with a slap, "use that pretty mouth of yours to talk."

"y-yes."

"yes what?"

you look up at him through your lashes, your eyes trailed down at the sight of his giant cock pressed up against your opened pussy while he slid it up and down. "y-yes daddy, i understand," you closed your eyes, feeling shy as this was your first time calling someone daddy.

you scream when he slams his entire cock into you, not giving you any chance to adjust to his size. it hurt initially but you feel yourself loosen as he rams in and out of you like a deranged dog.

"oh fuck!" you cried out loud as he continued to fuck you at lightning speed, "fuck, that feels so fucking good daddy."

"yeah?" he snarled, slapping your cheek again, "look at you acting like a little slut right after you've been playing hard to get. i told you that you'd want to fuck. you love this cock don't you?"

"yes, i love your cock daddy," you scream into your arms, trying to hold back the tears.

you felt so dirty to be fucked out on a balcony, knowing anyone could be watching from the neighbouring buildings. satoru pulled out all of a sudden, "turn around with your ass up."

you follow his command and get into position, squealing at the harsh slap against your cheek. he bends down before you and licks your throbbing pussy, giving your clit a few rubs before slipping his cock back in.

"you're stretched out nice and good for me," he muttered as he watches himself slip in and out of you. he groans as he you pulsate around him, stopping for a moment.

you clench yourself down with every stroke, wanting him to pound you harder. "satoru, fuck me," you mumbled, looking over your shoulder.

he slaps your ass again and you let out a small moan from the pain, "you don't call me that."

"daddy, can't you fuck me harder?" you correct yourself, giving him a small pout.

you see his orbs flash with lust and you feel his length slowly pull out then thrust itself back into you, his balls hitting you as he repeated the motion. each thrust was getting harder until your face was pushed into the couch, muffling your screams of pleasure.

"is this hard enough for you priness?" he groaned into your ear, his fingers rubbing figure eights onto your clit.

you nod, your brain was too fucked out for you to say anything. it wasn't long until you find yourself shaking all over his cock, your second round of cum spilling all over it.

he moans in pure bliss at the feeling of your warm cum washing over him and drip out of your hole. he continues to fuck you, slow and hard, enjoying the view of your pretty hole that was drenched in your mixture.

"i-it's too sensitive," you shake your head and drop to the couch as you weren't able to hold yourself up.

"aw i'm sorry baby," he shifts his weight onto you, his cock was pushed so deep inside of you, it was starting to hurt at the over sensitivity, "i'm just enjoying every moment of this, you're going to be a good girl and take it until i cum all over this pretty ass of yours."

you nod and he continues to thrust deep inside of you. his movements start to become uneven and slowed until he hastily pulled out and you feel the hot liquid shoot onto your cheeks.

"fuck," he whined breathlessly, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back.

he quickly grabbed a towel from a basket and wiped you down so you could sit up. both of you were breathless and sweating, unable to talk for a moment.

you feel awkward and hastily pick up the shirt from the ground, pulling it back on.

"i prefer it off," he grinned, still naked from head to toe, "you're sleeping in my bed tonight by the way."

you don't say anything and follow him back inside, letting him hold your hand as you walked.

PART 3 OUT

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Let's Talk Costuming: A Very Professional Midwife/Cobbler!

At last, the long awaited sequel to Avaunt! aka my post analyzing Aziraphale's (and by extension the other angels as well) costumes from the Job flashback!! I knew Bildad's robes reminded me of something but it has been hiding stubbornly in the back of my memories for weeks, and I was doing myself a little doodle and it came to me, so here we are, friends, buckle up.

For better or for worse (depending who you ask), Crowley's costuming for this bit does not mirror Aziraphale's Renaissance-inspired aesthetic. That is, he is neither buff nor naked, as demons are often shown, nor is he a fucked up little guy

Scene from Michelangelo's Last Judgment, Sistine Chapel altar wall fresco, 1534–41 (featuring buff, naked, fucked up little guys)

The historical evidence that we have for the clothing of ancient Israel is spotty to nonexistent. To my memory, there are no real descriptions of clothing in the Old Testament aside from the instructions for priestly garb. (Note that I'm using "Old Testament" simply because Good Omens is based on a Christian interpretation of religion) None of the art from the period and surrounding time/geographic region, of which there is very very little surviving, depicts clothing anything like what we see in this episode either.

And then it fucking hits me.

It fucking hits me like a sack of bricks.

Weirdly specific Children's bible that stirred up childhood memories so I stole a photo from Amazon; published in 1972

We had this one as a kid, as well as several others, and THAT my friends is what Bildad the Shuhite reminds me of. Modern illustrations of bible stories, especially those used in children's materials. Now Christians are god-awful about giving credit for art, so please forgive me when these don't have sources.

Goodsalt.com has a lot of this stuff labeled as 'religious stock imagery'

This is why the style felt so familiar yet unplaceable: I grew up expecting this as the default outfit for bible stories. If you grew up christian, you're probably at least a bit familiar with this weirdly specific style of art. (Side note: if you have any idea where it came from please let me know, but I can't find any older styles of religious art like it. Anything pre-20th century harkens more to Renaissance style than anything, which in turn is a refresh on Medieval) This is, more than anything, in fact best described as religious stock imagery. It bears a lot of resemblance to clothing worn still in areas thereabout the historical region where this takes place, but it has a distinctive flair that the costume is definitely emulating.

The stripes and colors both feel deeply reminiscent of that art style, and it makes total sense considering this is in fact intended to have the feel of a bible story more-so than any other flashback in Good Omens has. Even the odd floofiness of his beard and hair make sense when put into this context and compared against the beards in the illustrations!

We even see that 'illustrated bible' inspiration right in front of our noses, but my brain didn't even process that because again, this art style is so pervasive it doesn't feel out of the ordinary. It was everywhere in the church I grew up in: posters on the walls in the children's wing, in our bibles and our coloring sheets, all that jazz.

The cheery bright colors, which certainly would not be available as textile dyes for another almost 4500 years, add a definite stylistic flair that makes this not only inspired by modern imaginations, but historically impossible. This of course contributes to the larger theory of how the costumes betray the unreliable narrator which I explore in this post and will almost certainly expand on when the impulse strikes me. The angels can be excused as miraculous, but this is definitive proof that what's happening here is at least in part fictitious, and more importantly for our analysis, that its heavily influenced by MODERN biblical stylization.

Those reds and yellows would have been available sooner, though not 2500 bc soon, but that shade of blue wouldn't be achieved until the industrial revolution and the invention of synthetic dyes in the 19th century. It is, however, very popular in biblical illustrations.

And so, friends, lovers, countrymen, we come to everyone's favorite part. What does this MEAN?

When we talked about Aziraphale and his Renaissance-angel-drag-queen era, the biggest emphasis was on the accentuation of his angelicism and holy glory. He's set apart from the humans in a way we've never really seen the angels before, and he also fits in with the other angels in heaven, who are also dressed ostentatiously to the nines. Crowley, on the other hand, does not have his demonic nature highlighted but downplayed. Instead, he fits in among the humans *almost* flawlessly.

Aside from his incredibly amazing and goofy glasses, which I think are an obvious anachronism of memory, he's dressed in pretty much the exact style as the human people around him, a style hugely shaped by latter 20th century aesthetics of biblical times. From a storytelling perspective, it makes total sense for Crowley to be fitting in among the humans, since he's sympathizing with them and even passing himself off as a human midwife/cobbler right under the angels' noses. He even takes a human name!

From a meta perspective, the modernity of the stylings tells us that whoever is narrating is having their memories shaped by somewhat recent events. However much is true remains under question, and there's tons of fascinating time-fuck theorizing to go around, but whatever is being remembered here is being re-evaluated through the lens of the last fifty or so years max, a mere blink in the eye for our angel/demon duo.

Whether it's the not-pocalypse, the arrival of Gabriel, or something that happened we haven't seen yet, SOMETHING has caused our narrator to reshape these memories recently. The overall character arc of Season 2 belongs to Aziraphale, as he struggles with himself to bring to terms the part of him that sees his own good as an extension of his being an angel and the part of him that can see how awful heaven is, so I think the importance of Crowley being more human than ever while he is more separated from than ever plays a big role in the story we're being told and that will hopefully carry over into season 3.

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tunaaaaa I've been reading ur Childe Thing sooo much that I've been thinking of I Love Amy aus nonstop. its a problem. in honor of bsd s4 im gonna rapid fire a couple out for the Bsd Boys!

lets talk dazai. I feel like this could go a lot of ways with him. like, if its ada dazai, you probably don't really get the sense that something is kinda off with him until you're a bit too deep to back out. he seemed so sweet when you first met- fuckin weird, but sweet! no harm in trying to help him win over a crush, right? for pm dazai, you obviously know hes fucked in the head the second you meet him, so you agree to help him out of a fear of what he might do to you if you dont rather than a sense of altruism. either way, its kinda hard to notice him getting a little overly-attached to you just cuz of how naturally obnoxious and clingy he is. even if he starts to escalate you might not get it cuz hes pretty fast and loose about LITERALLY kidnapping you and tying you up in his apartment/mafia holding cell right off the bat (gets very pouty about you "ignoring" him). doesnt help that hes so out of touch with his own emotions he probably doesn't even know he has a thing for you for a whiiile. trust me tho, being nice to him and taking care of him when hes sick or injured WILL wear him down. you'll only kind of get it when you try to give him some new pointers on his crush and he seems to just get? annoyed? mutters something about you talking about someone else while you're SUPPOSED to pay attention to HIM. or when he keeps being weirdly affectionate with you in full view of X when hed usually forget you exist as soon as he sees them. or you woke up chained to a chair (again) but this time hes perched in your lap and scolding you about avoiding your "boyfriend" before shoving his lips against yours. couldve been any of these occasions really.

cant BELIEVE I didn't think of gogol the first time I talked about this this is almost EXACTLY what yes doing to sigma rn. when this fuckin 6'2 clown terrorist traps you against a wall and starts questioning about why you were talking to "his darling", you are 10000% sure you're gonna die. almost gives you whiplash how fast his tone changes once you convince him you have NO interest. all smiles all of the sudden, picks u up under the armpits like a cat to right ur posture and pats you on the head, declaring that you will be his magicians assistant for a while! you do not have a say in this, if you'd like to keep your skin. while you feel bad about aiding and abetting this stalking case, you get the sense that hes. not ever gonna actually make a move. kinda just Wants To Stalk. goes on about how he cant let himself be tied down like that (whatever that means). he does talk about just murdering his darling a lot but you've managed to convince him that thats unnecessary baggage connecting them to him so hopefully that keeps him sated until his goldfish-esque attention span finally moves him onto a new target. and it does! the problem is that its you. I think that once he realizes he likes you, he's just gonna vanish. poof gone. hes had a lot of fleeting obsessions with ill-fated darlings before, but youre something new. hes never actually gotten to know someone before! ugh. hes caged by his feelings for you, but the despair hed feel from killing you would be a cage all its own! frustrating!!!!! maybe if he just leaves and never thinks about you ever again this'll just go away like all of his other crushes. doesnt work. expect him back in a month, snuggling into your neck and babbling inane about having missed you. he tied you up again so youre just gonna have to let him do that. its fine youre used to this with him.

really wanted to do this with chuuya and fyodor too but im scared of them being OOC help me.

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omg so this turned out to be Very Long :O quick context for any1 who is unfamiliar w i love amy—it's a webtoon (highly recommend btw) where the yandere character starts to fall for her 'target/rival' instead of her initial love interest. for more info + the childe version, check out this post.

cw: yandere characters (dazai, fyodor, nikolai), stalking, kidnapping, imprisonment, obsessive behavior, threats of violence to reader. (this whole post came off a little silly instead of serious But mind the cws anyway!)

this is best read with a male reader (to keep it consistent w i love amy) but there's no pronouns used or descriptions for reader, so do as you like. also, reader makes morally questionable decisions :>

(pm) dazai is to be avoided at all costs. that was the rule you put down for yourself after witnessing one of his very public threats to some poor pedestrian who had bumped into him. the dramatic coat, the blank expression, the natural ease with which he handled the weapon in his hand—everything about him was just...alarming.

however, despite all your efforts, he's obstructed your path home with a deadly glare and a hand in his pocket.

according to dazai, he did not appreciate your recent conversation with X, (as he claimed, they were too popular to spare most people more than a few friendly greetings—so why were you having a full-fledged conversation with them?) who were you, even, to get in his way? you sputter out some excuse, some explanation as to why he misunderstood the situation and it was all just work-related, and fortunately, he seems convinced, at least enough to relax his hold on you and shift the blaring malice in his stance to something less frightening.

obviously, you couldn't refuse when he offers you what he calls a mutually beneficial proposition. you help him get closer to X, and he won't kill you! win-win, don't you think?

the thing about dazai, you soon learn, is that despite the murderous energy he gives off, he's painfully annoying, more so than frightening. it almost feels like you're dealing with an obnoxious child, with how he's constantly whining and tugging at your sleeve and complaining about how useless you're being.

and it also makes you wonder if he's ever really had a friend, because he's got some strange expectations for you. he's all too possessive, too paranoid, and expects you to be perfectly fine with it. you consider telling him that he's not supposed to hold you hostage every time he thinks you're spending "too much time with someone else", but after the 4th attempt, you've understood that there was no getting to him. at least he stopped with the threats to your other friends (well, he promised you that he'd stop), and that seemed like the only thing he was willing to compromise on. he doesn't ease up on the breaking-into-your-room-to-visit-you stunt, either, especially when you're "ignoring him". despite all that, maybe out of some form of pity, you still help him out. you drop off food when he's sick and try to explain that imprisonment is not the key to a healthy relationship. you hang out with him even if you're terrified of all the mafioso you come across when you visit the hq with him, and after all of it, you're mostly convinced that he wasn't going to kill you anytime soon. in fact, the two of you seemed to be building an unusual friendship.

but when he comes to visit you one day when you're sick and actually knocks on the door and texts you beforehand, you tell him that this would be the best way to approach X if he ever hears that they're sick. though you're expecting some excitement, or some self-satisfaction for improving a little, instead of looking excited, dazai looks frustrated. for the first time, he looks genuinely...upset. and when he asks you why you can't appreciate that he was looking out for you and not X, you're left at a loss for words. you're not sure if this was a sign that he was starting to learn not to cross your boundaries or a warning that he was beginning to like you a little too much

and things only get stranger. he becomes more observant, asks you more questions about yourself rather than X, and even starts holding your hand in full view of X. when you mention that X was really looking forward to a new movie coming out and that he should try to ask them out, he gets upset by your suggestion, grumbling about you paying more attention to X and only caring about them instead of asking him if he wants to see the movie with them. so, unsure of how to respond, you echo his question. he beams at you and happily declares that he only wants to watch the movie with you.

somewhere along the line, it happened that dazai himself started to realize just how much he liked you, and he spirals out of control. the already overwhelming physical contact turns more intimate, with dazai holding your hand at every possible moment, pressing himself as close to you as humanely possible without squeezing the air out of you, and sitting on your lap whenever the opportunity presents itself. he stops responding to anything that isn't an endearing pet name and introduces himself as your boyfriend. X seems to be eradicated from his mind, as well as anyone that wasn't you, though it feels as though you're the only one that has a problem with this change. dazai takes to it naturally, seamlessly inserting himself into your life.

"what's wrong?" dazai's sprawled across your lap with the biggest grin on his face, the remote in your hand long ripped away by him, "come give your boyfriend a kiss~"

you've...heard of fyodor. it was more overhearing whispers shared between people, but the mention of his name seemed to intrigue everyone who heard it. you've heard that he was a mysterious man who walked into the city one day and never left, and you've heard that he was the owner of an expensive casino. you've even heard that he had a tendency to stand on top of rooftops at night, but you've heard tons of variations and rumors. one statement, however, rang true in everyone's ears.

fyodor dostoevsky was taken with X.

that was putting it lightly—obsession was exactly what it was. though X was clearly unaware of what was being said, because, as they assured you one day while you walked out with them, fyodor was just a friend! and he was a very interesting guy, with some strong beliefs. he wasn't some criminal mastermind! all he did was keep to himself. and that, as they confidently declared, wasn't a crime.

but you had reason to not believe X, after all, it wasn't them at the receiving end of a laser focused gaze and a creepy smile. (it scared you so much that you ran home and ordered a burglar-proof lock for your door the same night) and it also wasn't them who sat down across from you while you were having your breakfast in the café nearby. anyone would have been better than who it was.

"hello," fyodor waves a fork at you, his fingers positioned gracefully on the silver cutlery (and of course, you think bitterly, he was evil and beautiful. just your luck), "i hope you can spare me a few minutes."

he wasn't asking, but you melted at his soft tone. for all people loved to talk about him, why hadn't they mentioned how hard it was to take your eyes off him? awkwardly, you take another bite of your food, nodding at him.

he asks you about X, though it's more of an interrogation disguised as casual conversation. he easily waves around his fork, smiles at you with an unnerving expression, and stares at you a little too long. by the end of it, your food is finished and his fork is placed neatly back onto the table and you've sustained no injuries. better yet, he finally seems to have (reluctantly) removed your name from his hit list.

what you weren't expecting was for him to start seeking you out. you get strange looks when fyodor waits outside your workplace with an umbrella—your umbrella—leaving you with no choice but to walk with him unless you wanted to get home soaked. he lists off X's habit and asks you to add on to his list, ignoring your reply of "that's just creepy". he tells you that he wants to respect X's privacy by not using cameras to spy on them so will you answer him or should he use the cameras? and what else could you do then?

at the very least, he didn't seem serious about attempting to kidnap or imprison X. he seemed fascinated by them, if anything. like he was...studying them. being with him wasn't as bad as you'd though, no matter how much you hated to admit it, despite the foundation of this friendship was built on how amusing he found X. if he was in a particularly good mood, he'd even offer to help you out with your struggles in the pursuit of love. his ideas, however, were all sure to land you behind bars with a retraining order to boot. when you voiced your opinion to him, he only smiled and told you that he knew a thing or two about breaking out of a prison cell, much like he was recalling upon a fond memory.

the only good thing about this strange arrangement was that fyodor was really nice to look at. there was something mesmerizing about his every action, even the slight quirk of his lips or the way his hair fell on his forehead. the ease with which he slipped on his hat (which, by the way, what was with all his not-weather-appropriate clothing? was he not sweating?), and the commanding air around him. so while he spoke seriously about X and his distaste for most of the human population, you tuned him out and focused on admiring his pretty eyes and how his lips wrapped around his fork and—ugh, you were starting to sound as creepy as him. but honestly, you had a feeling he already knew that you found him attractive. fyodor was far too good at reading people, far too perceptive to let something as obvious as your attraction to him slip.

your mistake was foolishly believing that you'd be safe as long as you didn't act on those feelings.

it felt strange, however, when he started reaching your usual table first, having already asked for your go-to meal and watching with thinly veiled delight as you stared down at the hot plate. and it's your coworkers now that get stared at, your friends who get the silent threat of a fork pressed against smooth skin, and you that everyone whispers that fyodor dostoevsky is taken with.

the meaning behind his increasingly strange behaviour doesn't really hit you, not until you've bumped into X again, who you haven't seen around in a while.

"i see that you and fyodor are becoming good friends now," they grin, "i'm almost jealous of how quickly you warmed up to him."

long fingers reach to caress your cheek before a perfectly poised hand places itself on your shoulder. fyodor's unmistakable voice replies in your stead.

"we're friends? is that what you've heard?" fyodor dips his head down to lock eyes with yours, "why don't you correct them about that, darling?"

you should have trusted sigma when he told you that nikolai gogol was bad news. as he clarified, so bad that, coincidentally, the ministry of justice hq was moved away at least by two states when nikolai came to visit.

but how were you to know that he was in love with one of your acquaintances? and how were you to know that his idea of love was this frightening? just when you were making your way back after a lukewarm conversation about work with X, you were slammed up against the wall by a person with a top hat and a coat and an honestly terrifying expression. then nikolai, as he later introduced himself, started grilling you with questions, ruthlessly asking about why you were with X and why did they smile at you and where does your family live, after which he happily told you about his many previous experiences with torture and how he would love to show you.

you're not sure what convinced him to let you go, whether it was your trembling legs or your teary promises that you had no interest in X in that way, but here you were now—alive, terrified, and offered the position of 'magician's assistant' (though the magician himself refused to tell you why the position was open for so long) and all it took to land the increasingly strange job was to talk to X and listen to nikolai threaten to torture you in graphic detail.

(among all the crazy people you had seen around here—that so-called 'world's best detective' who snatched your bag of candy right from your hands, that other person who started doing push-ups in the middle of the road, and someone giggling holding a bag of lemons by the port—you thought that nikolai definitely fit right in. not that you were going to tell him that)

while the position wasn't exactly what you wanted, nor were you too keen on spending more time around nikolai, something about the glint in his uncovered eye and the hand gripping your shoulder told you that you really wouldn't want to reject his offer. contrary to what you may have assumed, assisting nikolai only meant becoming a partner to his criminal activity, which revolved around stalking X, talking to them to find out all the information nikolai can't get by stalking them, and stalking them even more to find out any more details that neither of you could get. (you've considered helping out as much as you can, leaving hints in the form of obscure drawings of nikolai and danger symbols, but later, when you catch sight of X waving to him, you realize the message did not come across the way you intended it to)

fortunately for them, (and for you. at least now, you won't be behind bars for assisting in abduction) nikolai seems to have no interest whatsoever in pursuing them any further. sure, he keeps books filled with information about X, and buys their favorite drink alongside his order, but he doesn't seem to want to do anything more.

while you could care less about why he does whatever he's doing, already chalking it all up to the fact that he was off his rockers, nikolai decides to enlighten you all the same. when he excitedly rambles on and on about freedom and feelings and why X must now die, you pretend to listen, never actually telling him that nothing he said made any sense to you. still, after insisting that he won't be very free behind bars either and that if he really didn't want to be tied down by his feelings, he should actually distance himself from them instead, it appeared that you finally got him to understand, and he hesitantly agreed to listen.

for the most part, everything is great after that. your life returns to normal, with no top hat wearing, cane wielding magician in the vicinity, and no more having to invade someone's privacy. and it was great! really! even if it was a little bit boring without nikolai's spontaneous plans (maybe that time in the amusement park was pretty fun, even if the only reason you had to go was because X was going there with someone else, much to nikolai's horror). there was something both unsettling and addictive about the crazy adventures nikolai swept you on, though it was for the best that he disappeared.

but then nikolai came back…acting a little odd.

his clinginess and a sudden desire for physical affection set off alarms in your head, though he acted like this was perfectly normal. at first, you told yourself that this must be some new jealousy plot—maybe he got this idea from a tv show he watched over his 'break', but he hadn't asked you if you wanted to be part of this ploy (not that he ever did, really).

and your suspicions only grew when he refused to let up on the act, holding onto you as if his life depended on it. his trips with you became increasingly frightening, and his grip on you increasingly tighter. he takes his new position by your side, not at all focused on X anymore, and instead observes you with the same look that was fixated on X not too long ago.

it only hits you that you've become his new target when you find yourself tied up to a chair, with him seated right in front of you with his face up to yours. the exact scenario you convinced him not to put X through.

"your advice sucks, by the way," he pouts, "i tried staying away but i couldn't stop thinking of you! don't be too upset, alright? we can have even more fun now that we're together!"

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while i understand why some viewers would be puzzled by Achi's quietness, reserved energy, and the way he nearly always lets Karan take the lead - which might make it seem like he isn't invested in the relationship - for me that is actually an element I really like because it makes certain moments hit a lot harder.

the way I've been interpreting it is that Achi's critical insecurity and lack of self-worth is still deeply rooted and trying to keep him stuck in his default closed off/blend into your environment behavior model. that is certainly not going to go away overnight, but the more he interacts with Karan in this new romantic relationship context, the more opportunity Karan has to start chipping away at the barrier that keeps Achi from letting himself feel comfortable in a state of being loved. and it seems like a challenge that Karan is more than happy to take on, because you can see how giddy he gets when he's able to get a full-bodied positive reaction out of Achi. like when Karan said, cheezily and with an air of ridiculousness, that he had opened the bottle for Achi so Achi wouldn't wear himself out.

like Karan is RELISHING having elicited this wide, full-faced smile out of Achi.

we also saw Achi being treated like an object of beauty as Karan poses him for photos. he's being handled preciously by Karan, and for me this read as 'aaaaaahhhhhh my heart is racing i cant breathe, i've never felt like this before, i love this feeling.' It's a quiet and inward-facing response, but it has a huge amount of significance in regards to Achi's self-image. He is realizing through all of Karan's careful and loving gestures and affectionate gazes that he is beautiful in Karan's eyes - and he's starting to believe it himself, helping him build the confidence to begin responding fully to Karan and extending himself in turn.

We can estimate that Achi has probably never been comfortable with photo taking because he is so self-conscious about his body, and it takes the first half of the date for him to loosen up. but later on when Karan asks Achi if he would be interested in being photographed even more to fill the time before dinner, Achi agrees readily and with a smile, because he has become that comfortable in Karan's company. and Karan, again, is delighted at this slow but steady change in Achi's receptiveness to being loved and adored.

It does seem like Achi isn't vocalizing his feelings nearly as much as Karan. But remember - most of Karan's deepest, most intense romantic pinings have occurred in his thoughts and not out loud, because he's very concerned with Achi's comfort and doesn't want to scare or overwhelm him. Karan is open with his body language and more than comfortable offering signs of his care and affection, a stark contrast to Achi.

Achi, on the other hand, hasn't quite let himself believe that he's worthy of Karan's love and instead seems to think that Karan has made a horrible mistake. This is changing, and we are starting to see how Achi is slowly letting himself believe that this is real and that Karan knows who he is and is in love with him, the real him - and this naturally leads Achi to start viewing himself as a lovable person.

But one side effect of Achi having spent so long doubting Karan's affection for him is that he seems to have tried to squash any hope he might have inside him that anything good could happen to him, that he could really have a claim to Karan and Karan a claim to him. This is an act of self-preservation, in case Karan 'comes to his senses' and realizes that Achi is actually boring, unremarkable, and unworthy of being cared for by anyone.

So when Achi starts to let hope seep in, it really is precious. in episode 7, he expresses genuine fear about revealing his mindreading to Karan - because the outcome could likely be that Karan will be put off and not want to be around Achi anymore. he and Karan had reached a point of promise and new beginnings (love! hope!), and Achi doesn't want to risk losing Karan as a lover.

Achi also had a moment of real vulnerability this episode, when he tells Tanaka that Karan's support has been a source of motivation for him to continue striving for self-growth. Achi's eyes are welling with emotion, and Karan definitely wasn't expecting an admission like this from Achi.

Achi is visibly having a rough time in the meeting with Tanaka, and reacts with a look of panic when Tanaka asks what would happen if he and Karan broke up, as well as when Karan offered to resign.

Achi had allowed himself to feel hope at the prospect of having Karan be a part of his life, and is starting to panic as complications threaten their ability to start laying a foundation for their relationship in earnest. He's racking his brain for ways to help Karan, covering his eyes as he builds himself up to look at Karan's sales number like its a horror film, and checking in with him/worrying about Karan non-stop.

Favorite moment of the episode: Karan being as explicit as he's ever been about his romantic aspirations ("No obstacles can come between our love now") and Achi looking like he feels like the most special boy in the universe, UNDENIABLY very excited to hear it but also embarrassed - and Karan is so tickled to have gotten that reaction from him.

The episode ends with Achi singing along with the song in Karan's head and being adorably playful when Karan brings him candy. I feel like Achi is a stray cat that Karan is trying to tame, except in this case Achi's feral quality is his insecurity hindering outward expression and Karan is 'taming' him by providing him the comfort and safety to be himself. Every time Karan wins a moment of Achi allowing his true feelings and personality to shine through, I think of someone being like 'mom, the cat I've been trying to win over - he's coming up to sniff my hand now!'

Something to be excited about in next week's episode based on the preview: they have clearly broken through the physical affection barrier. Ecstatic hugs, heads in laps, holding hands in bed, piggy back rides...Achi is going to further permit himself to feel and want things and indulge those wants, and also give Karan affection in return, showing that he is just as happy to be with Karan as Karan is to be with him, and just as invested in the future of their love story. While its been a journey mixed with slow and subtle growth, I really do love and appreciate how the narrative is allowing Achi the time and space to transform how he views himself and how that translates to his relationship with Karan.

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#cherry magic #cherry magic th #cherry magic thailand #yo mismo #karanachi #tay tawan #new thitipoom

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Baby Blue (Chapter 1)

Rise of the TMNT Leonardo/Yuichi Usagi Chapter 1 of a longer fic THIS IS PART OF A SERIES - might be confusing to read without context

AO3

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When Usagi sees him for the first time that day, Leo's sweaty, covered in oil and grease, and his knees still ache from crouching down.

If Leo had a choice, he would've chosen any other circumstance; preferably one where he didn't have to worry about how he smells.

But he was the one who offered to help Donnie in the workshop, so blaming that on anyone but himself is a lot more difficult than usual. Which doesn't mean he's not trying, of course.

Donnie, on a principle, didn't let almost anyone near his baby, let alone one of his rather destructive brothers, so only a fool wouldn't take advantage of such a rare opportunity. A fool, and apparently: Mikey and Raph, who, from experience or intuition, already guessed what 'helping' looked like in Donnie's eyes.

“This is child exploitation,” Leo complains, rubbing his stiff hands together.

His fingers tingle from handling all kinds of metal, paint, and other things he's not even sure how to call.

Leo is strong, like all of his brothers, but without adrenaline pumping through his veins, something that always accompanied a fight or even (occasionally) training, he can feel each hour taking its toll on his muscles.

“If you don't shut up, I'll show you real exploitation.”

Donnie doesn't even spare him a glance, mostly because he's still lying under the hood of the tank, elbow deep in its belly.

He's wearing a completely new shell; less durable than the previous ones, as anyone who's had the chance to exchange even a single word with him in the past few weeks would know.

Leo knows that Donnie doesn't like to compromise on his inventions, especially not the ones he holds so dear. But sacrificing the shell's previous primary function for a much lighter structure and a soft center that didn't weigh down the fresh scars seemed not so much preferable but necessary.

But Leo knows him too well to not see through the mask of an unfulfilled engineer.

It's only been three months since they saw Shredder for the first, and hopefully last, time. The wounds on Donnie's back have grown new skin, pink at first and so delicate that something in Leo clenched nervously every time his brother leaned over, like the bonds holding them together were about to snap at any moment.

Now they're pale and rough and seem to irritate Donnie less, at least judging by the fact that he no longer sits on the couch with his spine perfectly straight.

But Leo knows that there are other scars left on him; ones that can't be protected by a layer of metal and fabric.

Donnie is nervous, twitchy, like all of them now. But he stands with his back to the walls now, looking over his shoulder. He doesn't like open spaces, hunching his shoulders and tightening his fingers around his staff.

There are dark circles under his eyes.

And Leo has always been able to see right through him.

So nowadays, he spends a surprising amount of time standing right behind his brother, watching his back.

(He spends a lot of time making sure Donnie isn't alone.)

“Pass me that screwdriver,” Donnie says after a moment of silence, holding out one hand and flexing his fingers. Leo reaches for the tools carelessly scattered to the side before his brother adds: “Not that one, the other one.”

“You don't even know which one I was holding,” Leo mutters under his breath, but agreeably places the appropriate tool in his hand.

“I sensed your bad vibe,” Donnie says, probably only half joking.

Leo stands up, rolling his eyes. He stretches his numb limbs, resting his shoulder against the cold metal of the machine. But then he steps back a little, remembering the oil he'd managed to somehow get all over his arms.

Donnie's baby – affectionately named 'Turtle Tank', is the apple of his brother's eye, and the object of Leo's endless jealousy.

He suspected that even if the tank somehow passed all traffic inspections and regulations – Raph would've sooner glued him to the passenger seat than let him drive it on his own.

Donnie was clearly never going to receive the same treatment, which Leo considered both unfair and perfectly understandable. He himself would never want to stand between his brother and his one true love.

For now – he'll have to settle for a passenger-row view.

“You know,” Leo begins, feigning indifference, like he hadn't been waiting to breach the subject since morning. “April told me you went to school with her again.”

Seeing a human school wasn't so much a dream of Donnie's, as much as it was a checkmark on his 'so bad I have to see it' list.

April said 'sure', clearly amused and intrigued in equal measure, like she could sense a car crash approaching and could no longer look away.

Raph said it was the stupidest idea he's ever had, and it seemed to scare him almost as much as the following demonstration of Donnie's cloaking brooch.

Leo said it was the funniest thing that's happened in a while, and included a few quips about his brother's taste in fashion (though that was mostly to dispel something growing uneasy in his chest every time he looked at his very familiar, but very human face).

Mikey only said to bring him back a 'souvenir', though he hadn't specified what kind (perhaps that was why Donnie returned that afternoon with a stolen extension cord).

Draxum hadn't said anything, because he wasn't there and no one told him.

“Mhm,” Donnie mumbles under his breath as he works.

“That's the fourth time,” Leo notes.

“Mhm,” Donnie repeats, this time with palpable suspicion. “I like spending time with April.”

A warm feeling settles in Leo's chest, right before he quickly squashes it down, knowing his brother too well to fall for his half-truths.

“Ah, yes.” He puts up his hands, cupping them by his cheek, raising his voice to a near squeak. “I’m Donnie and I love spending time with my friends!” He lowers his hands, resting them on his hips. “Admit it, you’re just a nerd who likes school.”

“I don’t like school.” Donnie finally pulls himself out from under the machine, gracing Leo with a look. “Neither does my father, which is why I never went to one.”

Leo leans in, tilting his head a little.

“You’re a nerd.”

“You’re a moron.”

“Home-schooled freak.”

“You can barely count.”

Leo opens his mouth but doesn’t finish, cutting himself off in mid-sentence at the sudden creaking of the door. Leo turns around even before he hears a familiar voice.

“Hey, guys,” Usagi says, almost melodically, quickly slipping into the garage.

Leo glances at him. Then blinks, looking him over once more.

Usagi is wearing his work uniform. Or at least – most of it.

His pants are a little dusted with something that might be flour, but he’s thrown off his white shirt, unceremoniously tying it around his waist. It leaves him in a tank top, which Leo notices immediately, to his own embarrassment.

Leo watches him only for a moment, before promptly turning his gaze away, fixing it onto the floor.

Which is a shame, because Usagi is ridiculously nice to look at – in the most objective way.

He's round with fur around the edges but lean and sturdy, with arm muscles tightening when he crosses them over his chest. His smile creases the corners of his eyes, the red half-moons around them.

Usagi leans his hip on a desk, and Leo spots a new expression on his face with a corner of his eye. Like he knows Leo's putting a lot of effort into looking anywhere but at him.

“Aren't you supposed to be at work?” Donnie hums, his tone suggesting that his excitement at seeing his friend is entirely dependent on the circumstances surrounding his presence.

“I'm on a break,” Usagi announces. “I thought I'd check in on you.”

“Mhm. And how is that going for you?”

Donnie, having clearly reassessed his priorities, once again slides under the tank.

“You look like shit,” Usagi states.

His voice still has the same, joking tone.

In the moments where Leo has avoided his gaze, Usagi managed to pull out his yo-yo, lazily twirling the string between his fingers.

“Thanks for the feedback,” Donnie says in his usual, neutral tone.

Usagi laughs, short and loud, like he's doing it for both of them.

Leo steals a glance at him, and quickly realizes that in the time he was putting all of his attention into the flood and walls – Usagi has been looking at him.

Their gazes meet, and Usagi narrows his eyes, like he's trying not to smile even wider.

“Hey,” he says.

He moves his hand, as if trying to lift it, clearly forgetting about the yo-yo still wrapped around it. He untangles his fingers, finally lifting his palm in a slightly awkward gesture, pushing his ears off his shoulder.

“Hi,” Leo replies, a little breathless.

Usagi opens his mouth, like he's planning to say something more, but stops, interrupted by the loudest, squeakiest ringtone Leo has ever heard.

He raises his hands, reflexively covering the sides of his head. Even when he can't see Donnie, he knows he's doing the same.

“Why the fuck is it so loud?” Leo says, raising his voice above the incredibly distorted vocals of Britney Spears.

Usagi, finally untangling his fingers enough to pull his phone out of his pants pocket, glares at him a little.

“It gets loud around here during rush hour,” he says in his defense, flipping open the phone. “Hello?”

In one moment: Leo learns two new things.

How quickly the smile can fade from Usagi's face: something he previously thought downright impossible, and honestly – rather upsetting. And that, apparently: his friend speaks more than one language.

It takes him a moment to recognize Usagi's harsh, clearly irritated tone as Japanese; mostly because he's never heard him sound this cold, no matter the language.

Leo watches with a new kind of slightly concerned attention as Usagi crosses his arms over his chest, nervously tapping his foot.

Donnie, seemingly lured from his hiding place, rests his hands on the floor, his head on the metal next to Leo.

“Do you understand what they're talking about?” Leo asks, his voice lowered.

Donnie reaches out, waving it in the universal gesture of 'so-so'. Then, an almost painful grimace breaks across his face.

“But I don't think you want to know.”

It's a nothing answer, but before Leo has a chance to protest, Usagi closes the phone with a sudden snap of plastic.

“Sorry.” He sighs quietly, relaxing his shoulders a bit. “I have to go. The tokage got to the trash again, and I'm the only one they don't bite.”

“Why?” Leo asks, mostly out of reflex.

“I feed them, sometimes.” Usagi replies. But then he freezes, his ears perking up stiffly. “Uh-um. Do you think that’s why they keep coming back?” He looks away, biting his nails in a new wave of panic.

The next moment he’s standing in the doorway, pushing it open with the necessary force. He doesn’t say anything more, but Leo still receives a crooked smile in response to his: “Well, see you later?”, which he can only consider a success.

When the door closes again with a quiet creak, Leo glances at his brother, but Donnie speaks before he has a chance to.

“What’s going on between you two?” He asks, so suddenly that Leo straightens a bit, thrown for a loop.

“Between who?” He asks, stupidly.

Donnie sighs quietly. He reaches for a rag, previously thrown to the side, wiping the oil from his hands.

“Between you and Usagi,” he clarifies.

He doesn't look at Leo.

Which could mean nothing, because his brother never seemed to fully master the intricate art of proper eye contact, and Leo never had any trouble finding true emotions beneath his relative indifference.

But it could also mean something more, something like disapproval or confusion, and Leo's newly clenched stomach seems much more inclined to that scenario.

Leo curls in on himself a little, folding his arms around his torso, gripping the edges of his shell.

“What's that supposed to mean?” He replies evasively.

Donnie frowns, huffing quietly as the oil stubbornly sticks to the inside of his claws. He stands with a slight grimace, walking over to the sink in the corner of the room.

“That's what I'm asking, isn't it?” Donnie raises an eyebrow. Then: “Are you two, like, going out?”

“What?” Leo sits up, so abruptly that he almost chokes down on his own tongue. “Why?”

Donnie glances over his shoulder, sliding his hands under the cold stream of water, and their eyes finally meet.

“Are you asking me why you're dating, or...?” He frowns, like he's not entirely sure who's the problem in this conversation: him or Leo.

“No.” Leo stands, mostly to keep on the same level with his brother. “Why do you think that?”

For one unwavering moment, Donnie just looks at him in silence.

He turns away, wiping his hands on a towel with insufferable casualness, leaning his back against the sink.

In the meantime, one of Leo's hearts manages to circle his entire body – from his throat to the very bottom of his chest.

He knows Donnie must feel how hard it's beating. He hates that fact more than ever.

“Nardo.”

Donnie's voice softens unexpectedly, taking on the same tone he sometimes uses when he tries to sound comforting. Which means that he usually ends up somewhere between patronizing and like he's talking to startled cattle.

“I’m not stupid,” he continues anyway. “Or blind.”

Leo presses his lips together.

He looks away, crosses his arms over his chest, then lets them fall again, sighing quietly.

He knows Donnie isn’t. None of his brothers are.

He knows that it was only a matter of time before they brought up what they had been half-jokingly dismissing and plainly ignoring until now.

But this – stating it like it's so clear, so obvious, so blunt, makes something in his chest tighten painfully, his fingers twitch nervously.

He thinks he’s just embarrassed.

(He thinks that some part of him never stopped fearing the rejection that was never meant to come.)

Donnie raises his hand, adjusting his headscarf. He managed to get some oil on it earlier.

He sighs quietly, lowering his arms. He steps closer to the tank, resting his shoulder against the cold metal.

“Listen, Nardo.” He shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants, like he's not quite sure what to do with his own body. “I'll be straight with you.”

“Uhm, I don't know if that's the right word for this occasion,” Leo says, more out of habit than anything else.

He immediately winces, looking away.

“Okay?” Donnie frowns. Then, a slightly more serious expression returns to his face, which in his case can be associated with an exceptionally wide range of emotions. “Listen. Usagi is a bit of a...”

He makes a vague gesture with his hand.

Leo thinks he can guess what Usagi is, but listens anyway.

“Lovebug,” Donnie finishes. He crosses his arms over his chest, shrugging. “But he's been pretty set on you for a while now.”

“Wow,” Leo says, dryly, before the real meaning of the statement sinks in. “Oh.”

Donnie reaches out a hand, resting it on his shoulder.

“He likes you.” Then, his face hardens, and the hold on his shoulder tightens almost painfully. “So don't fuck it up. And don't play with his feelings, I don't want any broken hearts. That would be so fucking awkward.”

Leo shrugs, pushing his hand away.

The old, familiar embarrassment still builds up in his chest, but the sudden defensiveness quickly squashes it down.

“You know I'm not like that,” Leo bites, a little more honestly than he planned, giving way to actual hurt.

Donnie clicks his tongue, but something on his face softens.

“I know. Which is why this is a warning, not a promise.”

“Are you giving me the shovel talk?” Leo snorts, somewhat reassured by the change in tone.

Despite everything, something in his chest beats harder, warmer at the thought that this is the closest to sincere support he could expect from his brother in this scenario.

He thinks Donnie feels it too, because when he speaks again, he does so almost lovingly.

“I wish I had a shovel every time I see you two together, so I could smack you over the head with it.” With a quiet sigh, he sits down again, resting his shell on the floor to look under the tank again. “Now, hand me the screwdriver.”

And before Leo has a chance to even crouch down, he adds:

“Not this one, the other one.”

#leosagi #tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #ff #Analogous Hues #fanfiction #leoichi #fanfic #rise usagi #rottmnt separated au

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Why Lore Olympus and Miraculous Ladybug are the Same Thing but in Different Fonts

Good evening, good day, hello and howdy. I am INCREDIBLY bored and I'm here to go on a nonsensical tangent about two pieces of media that I hate and have dedicated a vast amount of my free time to. This is all in good fun and all of my rudeness is intended to be satirical and/or comical unless indicated otherwise.

Now just to preface, if you know me then you know how much I dislike Miraculous Ladybug. Folks in my circle got to watch as I descended into madness writing a 64k word review on season 5. So I've spent an uncomfortable amount of time dissecting this show.

I have also spent an uncomfortable amount of time engaging with the shitshow that is Lore Olympus. And now my ass is gonna try and compare the two because there's a lot of shit going on here.

None of this is going to matter and it's all in good fun. Like I said, I am bored. And sometimes it's fun to compare stuff you hate.

Now let the insanity ensue. FP spoilers and MLB s5 spoilers below the cut btw.

To get a major difference out of the way, Miraculous Ladybug is a tv show. Lore Olympus is a webcomic.

But mediums aside, these two things still have a lot in common. So for the first comparison, I'd like to talk about the insecurity in both properties.

Insecurity

What I define as insecurity in this context is a piece of media that is too afraid to commit or adhere to a certain tone, story, style, etc. In short-- they don't know what they want to be.

Insecurity in Lore Olympus is a bit more obvious than with Miraculous so I'm gonna rant about that first.

Lore Olympus just straight up does not have a story to tell.

There are too many random ass plots being added and discarded on a whim for it to be a coherent story. A good way to explain it is kinda like this-- In this episode of LO, something cool new and interesting is set up and you have to keep reading to see what happens! And then nothing ever happens. Or it happens because the audience won't let the author forget so there's a half-assed attempt to wrap up that plot point.

LO is so insecure about what it is, it feels the need to add more and more to make it actually something. But what it is is a hollow story that lacks substance. So all of these new random plot points are kinda like bandaid solutions if that makes sense.

There are so many unfinished/under-utilized plot points that if you were to count out each and every one, you'd probably keel over dead before you finished. There's that many.

It's too insecure to commit to any one of them in the grand scheme of things.

I don't know how coherent all of that was so here's a shitty tl;dr

LO doesn't know what it wants to say anymore so it's just adding more shit to keep the reader "invested."

Yeah ok I think that makes more sense. As for Miraculous...

God. I fucking hate Miraculous.

It's insecure as hell and you can smell that shit from ten miles away. It's insecure with it's premise, I think.

If it just kept to the simple "monster-of-the-week" formula, I do not think I would have written so many words on it's fifth season.

Miraculous (apparently) had a grander story to tell beyond the "monster-of-the-week revert back to the status quo each episode."

But we don't see any of that in full swing till season 3, really. Which is a long ass time to get the ball rolling imo.

It's a little jarring to see the show go from the stupid kid status quo adventures to a heavy and emotional story??? And I say heavy and emotional with the most sarcastic tone possible because the only emotion I feel watching this shit is rage.

Despite wanting to make that shift to a serialized type of show, Miraculous was too scared to stray from the successful status quo format.

To explain a bit more I wanna talk about my review of the season.

While it is mostly filled with rude jokes and incomprehensible jargon, I bring up a lot of points in it regarding the state of things.

One of those things being the show's hesitancy to move the story along.

The fifth season was supposed to be a grand final battle and a conclusion to this story arc. But it was too scared to commit to that so there's way more episodes that are nothing but shipping fodder.

There are many episodes that season that just... feel the same. Just with different coats of paint. "Marinette is trying to date Adrien but she's awkward and clumsy and oh no! shenanigans ensue!" We've been doing this for 8 years.

If they want to tell a serialized story then they need to grow some balls and cut the shit we've seen a million times before.

Their insistence to stick to the status quo makes the writing exceptionally weak downright painful to sift through. It was too scared, too insecure, to stray from its formula.

That's a part of the reason why I think the season is paced so bad. There's so little time spent on the interesting parts of the story because they had to cram in as much shipping shit as possible. So by proxy, there was less time to tell a good story.

Both of these stupid ass properties don't know what they want to be. There are too many things being added and not enough balls to commit to any of them.

Now with both LO and MLB, we can all agree that the writing is pretty shit. Nothing new there. But shitty writing often bleeds into the characters and making them shitty by exposure. Almost like a spill of toxic waste, infecting anything near it and turning into a rotten pile of sludge and chemicals.

So yeah, the characters are ass as well. But I only wanna complain about the female leads for both of these things.

But just to mention Adrien and Hades, they are pretty similar. I won't go into detail but the short of it is, "Character with deep seated issues that could have been interesting, has a lot of potential, but is just kinda garbage in the end."

At least Adrien Agreste isn't monetizing death and has a bunch of shades in his basement doing his work.

Persephone and Marinette

So I always say that I don't like using the term 'Mary Sue' to describe a character. But as it turns out, I use that term a lot. So I'm not gonna lie about that anymore.

These two characters are Mary Sues.

Persephone first

Oh my god I hate Persephone a lot. She just ticks every box on my list of 'THINGS I HATE IN A CHARACTER.'

Which is funny because her character had a lot of promise and heart in the beginning.

I related to her a LOT when I picked up this comic before my frontal cortex developed. I related with her character and her struggles. Especially after the Apollo incident. That really stuck out to me. It was so powerful.

But all of those tiny things I liked about her character were stripped away. Her ambition to study in school? Poof, gone. Her charm? Not charming anymore. That kindness everyone in the story gushes about? I don't even think it was there in the first place.

Truth be told, I do need to reread this comic because the beginning is fuzzy as fuck in my walnut-sized brain. But I can tell you for certain that the way she was in the beginning is not who she is now.

And this isn't the case of a character going through an arc and developing and changing. She's just getting worse and the narrative treats it as a GOOD THING.

"Oh yeah, Persephone trashed Leuce's apartment instead of talking to her husband like an adult. She threatened to kill this nymph but you're supposed to find that endearing." Like, what??? I will not have a story try and get me to believe this is a good thing.

If this were a good story, Persephone's actions in that episode WOULDN'T BE REWARDED. But she's rewarded with sex for being a fucking psychopath towards a random nymph. Wow.

And that leads into my next point-- she can never be in the wrong ever.

AOW? Retconned, not her fault. It wasn't her fault she killed all those people. It's actually Eris' fault because she gave her wrath.

Trashing Leuce's apartment? She was in the right for that, apparently.

Killing people in a famine during the 10 year banishment? That's never explored, we just know she killed people, burned a library or something, and probably shot the president too. But it's fine, she's the good guy.

And most recently (and potentially the most frustrating);

Persephone causes winter.

Not her mother, Demeter, no fuck the myths. Persephone is the one who caused winter actually. AND SHE DID IT ON ACCIDENT SO TECHNICALLY IT IS NOT HER FAULT CAUSE SHE DIDNT MEAN TOOOO UWU She also probably killed a million flower nymphs in that snap freeze but its ok it doesn't matter.

WHAT?

WHAT THE FUCK? CMON NOW.

She's not going to receive any consequences for anything because she is just too perfect.

She's smarter than Athena, prettier than Aphrodite, better than her mother in every way, all the boys want her, she has a perfect body, she's pink, her eyes go red when she's angy, she has the most power of everyone in the world, she's a super rare fertility goddess, she has all the gifts, all the blessings, and none of the development.

It almost feels like a wattpad fanfic.

"My mom doesn't like me so she sold me to one direction and then I became queen of the underworld."

Yeah, I don't like her.

And the same can be applied to Marinette!

A character who is so blatantly perfect, the narrative fucking BENDS TO HER WILL.

She's a creepy ass stalker and has done some weird ass things to get close to this random famous white boy and it's all excused.

It's literally excused.

There is a rule about character backstories. They are supposed to provide an explanation for a character's behavior, not an excuse for it.

In season 5, episode 14 - Derision, we see a bit of Marinette backstory. Some stupid bullshit happens and Marinette essentially says she isn't going to say 'I love you' to anyone unless she knows literally everything about them.

She says a lot in that stupid ass scene but it's basically just saying that all of her stalking and creepy behavior is justified. Which it is not.

Marinette can do no wrong. The narrative won't allow it.

She's perfect in every way. And even when SHE is in the wrong, characters somehow find a way to apologize to her. Either that or she turns a situation about someone else into one about her self.

She's just the perfect character who ends up saving the world.

Fuck having Chat Noir face against his dad in the finale, Marinette has to girlboss all over the place and save the day but then actually lose because the "plot" demands it.

Oh yeah and she's probably never going to tell Adrien that his abusive dad was the villain they had been fighting for months. Do you think that's a good choice? I'll give you a hint; it is not.

It makes Marinette look like a HORRIBLE character but it's painted in a way that makes the viewer believe this is the right decision.

I don't think I need to get into specifics as to why that is wrong and disgusting.

If I had to make a prediction for this show going forward, she isn't going to tell him. It's going to be forgotten and she's going to be painted as the hero.

No flaws, no accountability, nothing.

Garbage character. Fucking hate it.

Both of these characters will never see consequences for their actions. Their bad actions are either excused or retconned out of existence. And that's not how you write a character btw. If you want them to be real, give them consequences. The world should not revolve around them. They should have flaws and issues that should be explored. But apparently that's too much work.

It's funny how both of these properties claim to be about feminism and somehow completely miss what feminism is

Miraculous thinks that feminism means "Girl power! Girls are better than guys in every way!" And Lore Olympus makes no attempt to be feminist at all. Women hate other women, and they don't get a lot of opportunities to explore and express themselves.

I could get into the whole purity culture shtick but that's a shitty rant for another day.

I've been ranting about this for a while and I got the big ones out of the way, methinks. I do want to get into the creators of both of these things but that is also a rant for another day.

Cause if I got into that now, we'd be here a while.

So let me just make a final comparison and wrap things up here. I don't think any of this makes a lot of sense but I hate both things and I'm passionate about it so I'm gonna keep rambling.

Miraculous Ladybug and Lore Olympus never attempt to grow as stories. They are both scared to try new things and to stick with it. Most of the time this results in rushed writing and horribly done characters.

It's so clear that both of these things are desperate to be something great but they just can't put in the work to get there.

Honestly, they both feel like the product of a team of yes-men. Bad decisions and errors slip by WAY too often and it's kind of embarrassing.

These are popular pieces of media and they have the resources to be great but they just aren't.

They're both too insecure to make something of themselves.

It's honestly really sad and I don't want this for either of these things. I want LO to be stunning and retell the myth of Persephone with the respect it deserves. I want MLB to be a serialized show with focus on the lore. Sure it can start as episodic but it can ease us into a deeper story and intrigue the viewer. But I want it to flesh out the world and be an entertaining experience.

It's sad but it's the way it is.

Who knows, maybe MLB season 6 will be good. And maybe LO will have a 4th season and it'll fix all the problems it has.

I dunno.

Thanks for reading this incoherent nonsense.

#This is a really random comparison between media so if you see this and are confused im so sorry #i got bored #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #anti lo #lo critical #unpopular lore olympus #unpopular lo #anti miraculous ladybug #ml salt #ml critical #ml criticism

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