#and so much so like they're purposely shoving it in your face TO believe it

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

nah but like

they're "seiros lapdogs" because they're fighting back against the people who attacked them completely unprovoked??? also because it so happens that thales is at garreg mach so they have to go there to reclaim the area to defeat him???

i just hate this because it's just perpetuating things about faerghus and its people that just aren't true. it frames it like they jumped into the war willingly for the church and that they're only here for the church. like nah buddy, it's not faerghus' fault you're out here fighting to protect thales and ludwig.

it also is batshit to me how he and leopold are fighting to stop faerghus from advancing but like... they know what's happening to the empire and that edelgard isn't even calling the shots anymore, yet they still stupidly fight for the very person who is literally razing their country and burning their villages. they know the empire is in shambles and that the kingdom isn't targeting them and is specifically aiming for gm to get it back from who? thales; who, mind, at this point is in his real form and not posing as arundel anymore. everything is laid out plainly, but they still act like faerghus is the bad guy.

but yeah, okay. faerghus BaD for defending themselves, fighting back, finding out who is behind all the puppeteering and heading to take him out. sure, that makes them seiros lapdogs. like what are you, an agarthan mouthpiece??? may as well be like yeah you go retreat and leave you agarthan lapdog. if they don't realize it's Someone Else in charge of course, then ludwig lapdog works fine too.

and it sucks because other than this shit, i like waldemar just fine as a character. it's just like, it feels like they forced someone to have to stick in that final faerghus BaD insult before the grand finale so they just randomly picked someone to remind us that faerghus is Always Wrong as long as they continue to fight back and prevent being attacked in the future.

waldemar here is just basically ag caspar. fighting and risking his life for thales, who is destroying the empire and basically holding the emperor hostage. if the writing here had any decent plot points, they would've all stopped and have been like hey wait, shouldn't we be fighting to get our emperor back? why are we stopping these guys from killing the people who are destroying this country?

and like, they literally went from siding with ludwig during the insurrection to siding with edelgard in this timeline to... jumping immediately back to ludwig as soon as he was at the top of the food chain (thales notwithstanding). as soon as the person in charge changes, they jump ship immediately; then of course get mad that the people they attacked are coming after them... and fighting them as they defend the very people who are letting adrestia become a literal, physical ruin.

it really just tells me that these people don't care about adrestia itself, but status, power and wealth. they don't care about the country itself as long as they're doing well. that's like, the only thing i can get from still fighting with/for ludwig/thales. the fact that they just fight for ludwig again as soon as edelgard is out of commission is also pretty gross to me. they have no loyalty at all.

and it's like, i want to like waldermar and leopold, but they come across as just selfish, entitled and only there for their own asses to be covered. and i get that - that is a realistic take on politicians, but the fact that the game regularly loops back around to faerghus BaD despite that and despite portraying these people as opportunistically selfish is like... what are they even trying to write??

#DCB Three Hopes Run #ah yes. the hours i wait for to post this stuff. #it's like whenever i finally find an adrestian character i like they have them spew some bs like this #or in ferdie's case i loved him and hopes made him another edelgard simp instead of like #the one person around her who contested her views and BLATANTLY OUTRIGHT told her "you're wrong'' #but ofc yes edelgardwash him bc that's too extreme in a fodlan game #and in this case with waldemar it's not EVEN edelgard. it's just ''faerghus evil for trying to retake gm'' #''we attacked gm and won so it's OURS now the ppl who lived there first don't matter anymore'' #''what do you mean it's being held by a threat to all of us? no such thing only you are a threat'' #literally like they either killed off the adrestians offscreen or made them stupid as fuck just to have you #fight named characters. like if leopold KNOWS all of this then why is he STILL fighting and acting like it's for adrestia #when his actions in that moment were actively HARMING adrestia? #but yet somehow it like I said loops back to faerghus bad... but yet the writing in general #does portray faerghus as doing the right thing... and then has other characters insist they're bad #and so much so like they're purposely shoving it in your face TO believe it #it's like saying someone helped save a village from destruction and protected all the children in a safe shelter #but a bunch of characters say those ppl are evil and it keeps pressing and pushing that statement OVER and over #like rly what are you trying to write with this? i love ag but the last few chapters are just like #wow how dare you try to kill ludwig the one true future of adrestia who is being puppeteered by thales. like. okay.

[cvlutos]

“No Nut November” Pt.3

| Repost: 01.09.23 | 1.4K | Mature |

NRC 3rd Years X GN!Reader

| Sexual Themes | Masturbation | Flirting | Sorta Creepy | Voice Kink | Phone Masturbation(One-sided) | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

Earl’s Notes: A special thanks, to those who have reposted and shared as such with me<3

♡ TREY CLOVER ♡

LOSER #ONE

Let me preface all this with those who lost, lost most definitely on purpose, except for Cater and Idia. Trey’s losing. That’s his first thought when Ace and Deuce ramble about it to him and knows he’ll lose if you’re anywhere near him. If you just don’t ever acknowledge his existence, he’s automatically winning. But you don’t, 'cause he’s got baked goods that you like and they're free. Ain’t no way you're avoiding him. Trey also doesn’t take NNN super seriously, so it’s okay if he loses. I also have this slight thing that Trey already loves when people eat his deserts, but with you, it turns him alil on, not in a creepy way, but ya know. He’s turning the other way if you get any sorta food stuck on your lips, or face.

Ngl, he probably daydreamed about this exact scenario, as much as he hates to admit. He just learned a new recipe for your favorite dessert, deciding to add a Lil whipped cream. He was so proud of himself, as he texted you about it, and you, being a loyal friend without hesitation, pull up. You and whip cream, we know what this leads to. You, silly Lil, you end up with whipped cream on your face. Trey, without skipping a beat, imagines it as his cu—he has to excuse himself. Moving to his room to jack one-off. He’s extremely guilty after.

“I’m glad you like the dessert. I made it with you in mind.”

♡ CATER DIAMOND ♡

LOSER #TWO

Stood not a chance. Wasn’t even gonna try. He’s such a horn dog. It’s almost embarrassing at this point. 90% of the time, you're responsible for his third boner of the day. Because Cater is such a social phone person, he has multiple pictures and most definitely trades with Ruggie. He just has the most innocent to the most scandalous (as in you sleeping at Heartslabyul, don’t be weird) Like he has access to you, or your pictures 24/7, a recipe for disaster.

So, as always, it’s a nightly ritual at this point. Laying on his back, his roommates are far into dreamland. It’s late as his eyes gradually run along the phone screen, slowly pumping his dick. Your name is a silent cry on his lips. He’s shamelessly losing and doesn’t give a damn.

“[Nickname]! You are simply the cutest, letting me take a pic!”

♡ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ♡

LOSER #THREE

Not only is it a chore to participate, but also a chore to actually do the deed. As well as Ruggie sending photo after photo of you, being you. Which has the lion beastman slightly interested, but far too damn lazy. Leona is lasting till the end of the month, simply because he doesn’t get horny, like could go weeks without masturbation. So it really is a ‘if he feels like it’ situation. Like if he needs to cum, he’s going to. Not some imaginary competition is stopping him. Though Leona attempts the competition for about 5 minutes before he’s bored with it.

He definitely forgets for the later weeks of November, till one compromising moment. Not even something inherently sexual, you had massages his ears, something that only lovers would do. Most definitely tried to ignore the boner that tightened his boxers as he tried to sleep, tossing in turning. He finally settles with a growl, nearly shoving his hands into his underwear. (Though I’m personally a firm believer Leona would never wear clothes to bed, you and Ruggie probably begged him to at least wear underwear so that when you had to wake the lion prince, he didn’t whack you in the face with that horse of his. Ruggie’s actually been slapped, which is hilarious)

“Leave me be, Herbivore. I’m not doing something so dumb.”

♡ VIL SCHOENHEIT ♡

WINNER #ONE

Short and sweet, if he’s going to cum to you, it’s going to be within your presence. He’s not going to fantasize about you, he’s going to have you. So he’ll wait till he has you. Period.

“I have no desire, Spudling. Why is it you care? Do you desire to bed me?”

♡ ROOK HUNT ♡

LOSER #FOUR

We saw how he is with Neige and this man damn near nearly cums with anything he sees as beautiful. Like he’s weird. Rook Hunt is mad weird. Though I love him for it. #RookHuntforPresident. Similarly to Cater, he has photos of you, physical and digital, and honest access to you at any point, though he’d never masturbate to you in a tree outside of ramshackle, he has thought about it. He honestly is similar to Vil. He wants to be able to fully experience you and revel in the moment with you, but he ends up thinking about it far too much which leads him being hot and bothered.

So that’s why he loses and isn’t that so beautiful, that he can put competition aside for love and beauty. His breath comes out as short huffs, legs unusually shaking, his hat discarded to the side. His face flush and eyes that seemed to glow, a low moan of your name, cum sputtering from his dick head.

“Mon très cher Trickster, permettez-moi de prendre soin de vous de toutes les manières!”

♡ IDIA SHROUD ♡

INDEFINITE LOSER

Idia is a hentai-watching, cum-drinking slut for you. Like I don’t make the rules. He hypes himself up for NNN, bragging, chatting, confident with all his lil e-friends, til the actual day NNN begins. His goal was to simply ignore you, like as if you didn’t exist, like you wouldn’t just show up uninvited. How hadn't he included that in his calculations? Most definitely has a school uniform kink, like have you met this man? You could be dressed for a day at the church and he’s cumming at the thought of you sucking him off while the choir sings of the lord. He’s shameless.

His hair wildly burning pink, voice stuttering as his tongue runs across his lips, trying to stop himself from drooling and cumming as he fucked his hand, leaning back in his gaming chair. Your voice is just so nice. His eyes roll into the back of his skull, a shuddered breath as he realizes he’s close. He damn near breaking his phone to hang up as he cums, painting his computer screen. Leaving you on the other line, completely confused.

“I-I-I wasn’t avoiding you! Just—Just working…. Yes! This game counts as work! Get Out!”

♡ MALLEUS DRACONIA ♡

WINNER #TWO

Now, why would you tell this man about NNN? Cause he’s genuinely distraught. Like should he win in your honor, or should he simply indulge in his desires to bed you? Literally asking Lilia, the worst person to ask, cause Lilia is having a field day. Best day of Lilia’s life. He’s telling Malleus to simply have fun and try. It’s better that way if you wait. The problem is Malleus doesn’t want to wait. Spoiled royal rich boy. I swear. Why must he suffer in simply doing what he pleases with his soon-to-be darling? Half of Diasomnia recognizes you as Malleus’ spouse, which is a little problematic once you actually go to the dorm and half the people are referring to you as if you're royalty. Malleus is absolutely pleased that Diasomnia accepts you, even though you aren’t together yet.

Malleus is the only one on this list who will directly go to you. Without a doubt, just appearing with little fairy lights in your bedroom, a large unhidden bulge. Like who let a horse in the house. Literally scares you out of your skin. Grim, luckily, isn’t home. He’s sorry but swears it’s urgent. Thinks you jacking him off is a loophole to NNN, he’s a darling. So when you send him away, embarrassed as hell, he’s sulking in his bedroom. Refusing to masturbate unless you're there. (Deadass sitting with arms crossed, glaring at the wall with a pout, boner still very prominent. He’s a spoiled, royal rich kid.)

“Then I will simply make them mine. That way I can indulge happily.”

♡ LILIA VANROUGE ♡

LOSER #SIX

Menace. Loses, cause it’s funny. You being scared by him turns him on. Like it’s hot to see your body flinch, and your eyes widen. Loves it. He’s lived so, so long, so the oddest of things turn him on. This is probably a cycle through all of November, him scaring you, but purposely not cumming till the very last day.

Teeth digging into his lower lip, hand slowly teasing, dragging along his cock, imagining it's you. Rolling his head to the side with a hot chuckle. Your name is hot and playful on his tongue. You’re so worth the wait, so worth the pain. Though this isn’t a victimless crime, you feel what he felt one day. (Bout to become a Lilia Supremacist)

“Fufufu~ [Name], you teasing little thing~”

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[a-town-called-hometown]

yippee! apologies if my takes are horrendously bad

my personal take on the matter is that i definitely think the dark worlds can work as a metaphor for escapism without undermining the darkners' personhood. it can be more than one thing, yknow? the darkners are important, their lives matter. and the lightners do go to the dark world as an escape from the problems they face in their own life. but that's not the darkners' whole PURPOSE, yknow? i mean. according to the laws of the universe of deltarune yes darkners' "purpose" is to serve the lightners but like it's not their whole purpose in the STORY.

it's sort of like how, in UNDERTALE, LOVE represents how distant you've become, how easy it is for you to hurt people. but it also literally gives you the power to destroy the world.

i think the biggest reason i believe escapism is at least a part of deltarune's narrative is queen.

queen's whole speech in both of her fights is about how she intends to provide escapism for the lightners (so that they will worship her but also so that they will he happy). she wants to turn the whole world into a dark world, so that everyone can live in bliss and not have to worry about the woes of the light world. she mentions "Staring, Tapping, To Receive Joy. Staring, Tapping, To Avoid Pain." which is like pretty much the definition of escapism

she wants to help Noelle with the problems she faces in the light world ("Noelle. Who Will Be There To Help Her? Her Strange And Sad Searches" and "My One Idea To Help Noelle, Failed") by just... shoving it away for a blissful fantasy world ("Wake? No, She Has Already Awakened Too Much. Let Her Close Her Eyes And Sleep Away, Into A Darker, Darker Dream.")

...i forgot the rest of what i wanted to say!

well first off, thank you for your ask! I'm going to get extremely in depth in my answer, so bear with me here. sorry it took several weeks to write this. the escapism reading of deltarune is pretty deeply entrenched in fandom, and to refute it, I felt it required a full-length essay to completely explain my viewpoint.

yes, "the lightners desire escapism" does not automatically translate to that being the darkners' actual narrative purpose. escapism can be a theme without dehumanizing those who are used in order to escape - in fact, I've read a number of stories that use someone's desire to escape to HIGHLIGHT how they're hurting others in pursuit of that. I believe that toby fox is definitely capable of telling a story about kids having a valid desire to escape, and about them grappling with having inadvertently created a world of real, living people as a result.

(I'll reiterate again that this is not the story arc that generally shows up in fanon. the common consensus is that the game will end in an omori-esque "growing out of" the dark worlds. it's why I have a huge dislike of the fanon escapism reading, given that the darkners are shown as people whose lack of agency parallels kris' own. it would feel cheap if the resolution to that plot was that the darkners were actually never meant to be agents in their own fates. but this is a digression.)

the reason why i DON'T believe that this is a story that toby fox is telling is because of the way the world, themes, and characters are written. put simply, it just doesn't come across as congruent with the story being told.

deltarune's main themes are agency, fate, identity, and control. this is a conflict that shows up in nearly every major character, is baked into the worldbuilding, and is the central struggle involving us, the player. the protagonist of deltarune is literally possessed by us against their will. the darkners are objects that have no choice but to serve and be discarded. over and over again, there is emphasis on roles that characters play - and crucially, roles that are imposed on them.

what would escapism mean, in this thematic context? in real life, escapism can represent any number of things, but in a story, a major narrative theme generally has to dovetail with other major narrative themes in the work. I would argue that escapism in deltarune would likely mean going to a place where characters are able to choose for themselves what roles they embody, or even to discard the notion of roles altogether. a fantasy of control is the only way to escape a reality where you have no agency. and honestly, it's hard to imagine that something could count as an escapist fantasy if you don't even get to choose whether or not you participate in it.

let's talk about kris.

I see a lot of discussions around kris that say that kris goes into the dark worlds to escape. the dark worlds are posited as kris' fantasy of heroism. it's a world where they can seem heroic and cool, a world where they can have friends. this theory makes a decent amount of sense on the surface level, but only until you consider that kris is being controlled in order to go into the dark worlds. and it is not a control that they appear to welcome.

if those worlds represent kris' fantasy, then why don't they get to choose what happens in those fantasies? why are they being controlled by an external force, one that they actively push back against? if it's really an escape, then why does everything about this world reflect their lack of agency? if they really think this world is just a pure fantasy, then why do they care if spamton falls when his strings are cut?

because they're being deliberately obscured to the player, it is hard to say how kris actually feels about many subjects... but I do seriously doubt that they view the dark worlds as an escape. they don't act in a way that is consistent with that. they resist their lack of agency, and what little we do see of their reactions to darkner characters doesn't suggest that they view those characters as part of a disposable fantasy, either. they seem to have complicated feelings on ralsei. and of course, one of their biggest emotional reactions in the game is to the spamton fight. I would argue that that suggests they have empathy for spamton, which is a hard emotional reaction to have if you believe he's just part of a fantasy. not impossible, mind you, but it seems unlikely that kris believes that all this is simply fantasy.

also, considering that snowgrave both actively discredits the idea that the dark worlds are mere fantasy and is actively traumatic for kris... I seriously doubt they'd open another dark world in chapter 3 on a snowgrave run if their motive was purely to escape. on that route, they've seen the damage we can cause in a dark world. they know that berdly has sustained lasting damage due to our actions, assuming he's not outright dead. why would they want to try and "escape" to a place like that again now that they know what can happen?

the only answer is that they have a motive that isn't escapist.

now, as for ralsei... what part does he have to play in all this?

ralsei does play a lot to the fun, fantastical elements of the dark worlds. he delivers the prophecy that kickstarts the adventure. he flatters both kris and susie endlessly when they act appropriately heroic. he welcomes them into the castle and even makes nice rooms for them. he initially seems tailor-made to enable a fantastical experience where no real issues can ever complicate anything, and where the pain of reality can successfully be hidden from. but there's a lot of complications to the idea that he might represent an escapist fantasy.

the first, and what honestly seems the most important to me, is that he doesn't encourage kris and susie to remain in the dark worlds. he is welcoming and kind, but once the adventure is over, he prompts them to return to the light world. he wants them to deal with their more "real" problems like homework. that doesn't feel like he is trying to facilitate escapism in them. a real fantasy would encourage you to stay in it, wouldn't it?

and while ralsei is definitely invested in making sure the lightners are happy, there are always cracks that show. he isn't able to make kris ignore what happened in the spamton fight. he isn't able to convince susie to be peaceful and kind. and in his very essence, he represents a number of uncomfortable ideas. very importantly, he represents a number of uncomfortable ideas to kris.

this probably ain't your first fandom rodeo, so I'm not going to explain all the different ways that ralsei interacts with kris' personal issues. there's plenty of posts on it out there. what i will point out is, once again, it feels odd that a character who seems tailor made to bring up kris' most uncomfortable associations with their lack of agency and their outsider status in their own family would be part of a fantasy of escapism to them. you'd think that they'd prefer something that didn't have an inbuilt hierarchy, a prophecy that denied them autonomy, or especially a person that reminded them how little they fit into hometown.

that doesn't mean kris doesn't care about him at all - it seems very likely that they do. what I mean to say here is that he just seems ill-suited to an escapism reading, both behaviorally and on a conceptual level. it doesn't seem like that's at all part of his servitude towards the lightners.

of course, there is another non-lightner entity that ralsei seems diegetically engineered to serve. but I'll discuss that later.

now as for susie...

yes, susie definitely views the dark worlds as more fun than the light world. and why wouldn't she? the light world sucks for her, and she doesn't seem very aware of the fact that the dark world can also suck. you could definitely make the argument that she views the dark worlds as a fantastical escape from reality... were it not for the fact that she treats her darkner friends with just as much importance as she does kris and noelle.

can someone treat components of an escapist fantasy as real and important? of course. but given deltarune's themes of agency and control, as well as the fact that darkners exist in servitude to the lightners, I feel like you'd have to make escapism tie into forcing others into a lack of agency if you wanted the theme to feel coherent with the rest of the work. this would require susie to be limiting the agency of the darkners around her. and obviously, she doesn't do that. her presence around them might be inherently limiting, just by simple virtue of being a lightner, but she isn't aware of it, and clearly is uncomfortable with the idea of limiting anyone's agency. she encourages ralsei to make choices. and she supports lancer in basically anything he wants to do. her treatment of lancer is integral to chapter 1's narrative, and it seems like that treatment of ralsei is integral to the ongoing narrative as well!

her preference for the dark world feels very rooted in her engagement with it as its own reality. rather than trying to avoid her real-life problems by engaging in a pretense, she seems to simply want to spend time with her friends in a place that isn't cruel to her. she isn't ignoring any of the dark world's problems in service of that, either. she notices when things don't line up. if she thought of it as a fantasy, wouldn't she be inclined to ignore issues that impede the fantasy?

and critically - like kris, she does not intentionally choose her imposed role in the prophecy at first. she steps into the role of bad guy to resist it, but that role is limiting too, and she eventually acquiesces to being a hero. it's never something she's completely on board with, though. she actively pushes back the limitations that the role places on her. I find this important to reiterate when we are discussing the notion of the characters viewing the dark worlds as fantasy.

noelle has a complicated relationship to the dark worlds. susie tells her that it's a dream to make her accept the strange reality she finds herself in, which works well on her. she continues to think of it as a strange dream throughout the chapter. (though, like the others, it is not a 'dream' she entered of her own volition!)

it is also a markedly unpleasant 'dream' at times. she has her agency restricted, is kidnapped, has to evade a controlling monarch, and is even tied up in a weird evangelion cross thing on the hand of a giant robot. it's not purely fun. noelle does like scary things, and while it might be healthy for her to have an experience where she stands up to a controlling adult figure... again, the circumstances make it difficult for me to assume that this is a fantasy she would choose for herself. not impossible, mind you, but it's not the first reading of the situation that comes to mind.

and while she does say she wishes she could dream like this every day in the normal route, that does happen specifically because she was talking to the girl she likes. it makes sense she'd find that pleasant. I don't think that necessarily equates to her finding the dark worlds escapist.

and importantly, this isn't the sentiment that she expresses in every route.

again, there's a lot of analysis on snowgrave, so I won't bother regurgitating it much here. but it's nightmarish for both kris and noelle, and very likely fatal for berdly. noelle needs to believe that the event is a dream, for her own psychological safety, but one of the most important parts of snowgrave...

...is that its events, and the world it took place in, are very, very real.

noelle wants to have the strength to face her problems, both in the regular route and in the snowgrave route. rather than escaping from them, she views the "dream" as a chance to practice dealing with her day-to-day issues. it's just that in the regular route she finds that strength authentically, and in the snowgrave route, that desire is manipulated and pushed until she is forced to kill berdly. she doesn't interpret snowgrave as an escape gone wrong. she views it as a dream that became a nightmare. and those are two extremely different things.

but i haven't even gotten to the biggest thing that undermines the concept that the dark worlds are a metaphor for escapism! which is: this fucking guy is dead wrong about everything.

so full disclaimer - I really love berdly. I think he's slept on a lot in the fandom because he's annoying and weird. which is fair, I suppose, but I think ignoring him hinders a lot of people's understanding of deltarune's overall narrative. because berdly often illustrates a lot of concepts in the game, but his narrative framing as a joke (usually...) prevents the player from taking it completely seriously. he has things to say and ideas to show off, it's just that he's often very loud and kind of dumb in his expression of them. which is kind of the point!

ralsei brings up the idea that the darkners are meant to serve the lightners very seriously in chapter one. by extension, and by way of the literal mechanics involved in a dark world's creation, we can infer that this logic is probably something that also applies to the dark worlds themselves. they are allegedly worlds and characters that only are supposed to fulfill a dream of the lightners. but due to narrative framing and deltarune's themes, we know that that's not the full truth. however dark worlds and darkners are created, they deserve to have their own agency. they can't just exist to fulfill a higher being's wishes.

you know who else undermines that view of the dark worlds? berdly! berdly does!!!!

because berdly is the only lightner in the game so far who does take the dark worlds to be an escapist adventure! he wants to turn cyber world into smartopia. he views this as a chance to be a cool hero. he believes he's going to get the girl, he's going to shape this world to his own liking, and maybe also he's going to get queen to acknowledge him or something so he stops being a forgettable little bluebird. and not only does none of this happen, his steadfast belief that it will happen is continually a joke within the narrative!!

berdly's wishes for uncomplicated escapist fantasy are flat-out denied by the dark worlds themselves. as a lightner, those worlds should be serving him. he should have the power to do whatever he wants within the bounds of an escapist fantasy. these npcs should be singing his praises!

but he doesn't have the power. and this world doesn't sing his praise. because it just isn't an escapist fantasy. he isn't right to view it that way. his wishes for heroism are always going to be thwarted.

so now that I've gotten all that out of the way, let's swing back over to the subject of your original ask. queen.

because, like berdly, queen's entire character arc is about how she's completely wrong about what the lightners actually want.

queen would in fact like nothing more to place the lightners into an escapist fantasy. she believes that that's the best way to serve them and make them happy forever. as a darkner, queen has very much internalized the idea that a lack of control is what actually makes people happy. since darkners have no choice in their destinies and are supposed to be happy in it, and since she personally finds her role as a darkner fulfilling, she believes that that's true of all people everywhere. if you want to make people happy, you just have to remove that pesky personal agency!

so she spends the story trying to force the lightners and particularly noelle into situations where she controls them in order to make them ostensibly happier. she does genuinely believe that this is the right thing to do, but as she finds out eventually, she's just wrong. noelle doesn't want that. queen believes that escapism is why the lightners use the internet... but that's totally wrong too.

while there are other searches mixed in, noelle is trying to use the internet to find her sister. instead of trying to hide from whatever happened, noelle wants to figure it out. queen's thesis about noelle and the lightners is proven wrong even before she personally encounters noelle in the dark world. it's just that queen doesn't realize it due to her limited perspective.

the concept of escapism being brought up with both queen and berdly is not there to say that the dark world is escapist. rather, it's there to say that it isn't. despite the dark worlds being a fantastical place, they are extremely real. to view them as a means of escape is foolhardy at best. you cannot act as though you are above consequences within them.

themes and ideas exist within the story for a sake of an audience. so let's get into the final character I need to discuss here. hopefully this will tie my thesis of deltarune together neatly.

that character is of course us. the player.

when creating a piece of fiction, an astute author will often identify and anticipate an audience's reactions to certain things in their work, and write things in such a way that they elicit the desired reactions. in essence, a writer is directing the "character" of the audience. how we feel and how we are anticipated to react to things is an integral part of nearly every fiction.

that effect is far more overt when dealing with metanarrative fiction that diegetically involves the audience. since the fiction is saying a lot of things about the general 'you,' the audience in aggregate, your reactions to certain things in the story have to be finely cued and anticipated by the author, so that the author can thus commentate on the reactions that you have to the story. the "character" you are assumed to inhabit is posited by the author to have certain traits.

to explain what I mean in plainer terms, I'll use the player of undertale's no mercy route as an example. because undertale is commenting on the way rpgs generally work. the player's behaviors in no mercy are attributed by characters in the story to be the result of us acting like a typical gamer. we kill the characters in the game because we want exp. and more than that, it's because we want to see everything the game has to offer. the role we inhabit in this role-playing game is that of a completionist. you could say that that's assumed to be our "character" in no mercy.

deltarune also posits that certain things are true of its audience. by being written to evoke certain cultural ideas, rpg tropes, and references to undertale, it guarantees that its audience will probably have certain traits, and spends a large amount of its conceptual focus commenting on those traits. one of those traits is nostalgia, which is probably an idea that I'll expound upon in a further essay because it's quite integral to my reading of deltarune. but the main one I mean to discuss here, and why I went off on this tangent about how audiences are dealt with in metafiction, is that we are posited as someone who believes in the logic of certain narratives.

deltarune's writing evokes a lot of portal fantasy narratives. alice in wonderland, narnia, pretty much every story where it's revealed at the end to be all a dream... the story of deltarune superficially resembles a lot of those. this, I think, is responsible for the popularity of the escapism theory. because those stories are often at their end about a child learning to put away fantasy and grow up, people tend to believe that deltarune must be about the same thing. but I truly don't think that deltarune is trying to do anything with that aspect of portal fantasy narratives, at least not directly. its main characters aren't involved in that exact type of coming-of-age arc.

instead, deltarune is very concerned with what happens to characters in fantasy, and specifically fantasy rpgs. if your world is deemed to not matter because it's a dream, what does that mean for you, who has no choice but to live in it? if you are an npc whose role has been predetermined for you via script, then can you ever decide for yourself what you want? what if you want to matter? what if you want to be your own person?

as the major controlling force of deltarune, we are initially cued to believe that deltarune is like a dream. it superficially fulfills so much of what we want from undertale fanon. hometown seems like it's a perfect idyllic town, at least until you start noticing the obvious cracks. and remember what I said about ralsei earlier? he is so reminiscent of asriel, and extremely eager to help us. it's not a stretch to say that making us specifically view deltarune as dreamlike and idyllic is probably part of his purpose in the game.

I would not say that we are posited as escapist. but the idea of escapism as brought up with queen and berdly is meant to strike at the heart of a much deeper idea that deltarune is trying to deconstruct. because if we view deltarune as a dream, escapist or otherwise, then we are inclined to write the internal realities of the characters inside off. the dark world can disappear without it mattering. we can control kris without it mattering. if it's all a dream, what does it matter? why should we care to let its characters go free? aren't we supposed to be in control?

if deltarune is an rpg... what is the significance of us interacting with it?

#deltarune #deltarune analysis #BIG big thanks to tvlandofficiall for being my sounding board and providing the flavor images for this essay #this one gets into some big overarching analysis of deltarunes construction and what it deconstructs. hope u enjoy

[professional-yapper]

Moron.

Aonung x Reader

(cus I kind of liked the enemies thing I had going with aonung in the Lo'ak piece)

Aonung is the biggest moron you know. You can say that with total confidence, and do. Often.

Sometimes to his face, sometimes to others, sometimes to the back of his head as he turns away, thinking he's won an argument. You revel in the way his ears flick back to catch what you shout at him, and the way his broad frame swings around to come after you again, which is usually your sign to take off running.

It's your normal. Yours and his.

He can always rely on you to bring him crashing back down to earth when he's done something noteworthy.

And you can always rely on him to attempt to beat the shit out of you at any given moment, with the slightest provocation.

It's not like you can't hold your own. Sure, you're not equal to him in build or height, but you're a pretty good fighter, if you do say so yourself.

And it's not like anyone stops you two from scrapping, anyway. His dad practically encourages it, says it's healthy. His mum just rolls her eyes with fond exasperation and looks in the other direction.

Yeah. It's been this way for as long as you can remember. Right from day one, his mum says. You were born within a week of each other, and used to have the most vile screaming competitions as babies. It's nice to see some things never change, you guess.

Until they do start changing.

You and Aonung can't stay angry little kids permanently at each others' throats forever. Well, you can't stay kids forever, anyway.

He's getting taller, broader, thick in the arm and in the head. He doesn't spend as much time with Tsireya anymore, something she laments about to you in private.

Ah, yes, that's another sore spot for Aonung. Tsireya adores you. Maybe it's just the allure of the older kid, though not by much. You're only a year or so apart, but you've always felt the age gap even if it wasn't much. She's always been Aonung's cute kid sister, left to wail at you to stop fighting from afar for always.

You've only grown closer to Tsireya as of late, bonding over boys and girls, and going for walks on the shore to see what the tide washes in.

And of course, talking about Aonung. Well, it's mostly you talking- well, complaining, while she sits with a weird look on her face. You guess it's because he is her brother after all, and he's nice to her.

He starts hanging out with some new guys, all equally as moronic as him. They feed off each others' stupidity like a bunch of little vampires.

Which, of course, has nothing to do with you. After all, you're finding new friends too. Guys, girls, people you've never spoken to before on account of being constantly at odds with Aonung, which, believe it or not, doesn't leave a hell of a lot of time for socialising.

But you're both growing up now, growing apart, growing more mature... Well, in most ways. You still come to blows, though less frequently by the day. You find yourself missing the familiarity of it, even if you hate him.

You find yourself chasing the high that came with fighting with him, the high of having blood coursing down your face and not knowing who's, the sting of a cut, the ache of limbs, and the throbbing of bruises left behind.

Yeah, as many friends as you're making, you're making a few enemies too. You're just naturally volatile, you explain, you can't help the fact that your first instinct was to shove the guy when he accidentally bumped into you. You still think it was on purpose, anyhow.

However, you'd expect your friends to be the ones pulling you off the unfortunate kids who have fallen victim to your temper and ache for the high that no longer comes so easily or so often.

But they're not.

That's the weird part, the part that annoys you.

It's always Aonung dragging you off. You don't even know how he's always there when you're getting into a fight. He's got new friends, a new group, new hobbies, new responsibilities as future chief and warrior, basically a whole new life that has nothing to do with you.

But, regardless, it is always him hauling you off, no matter when or where. You've come to expect it like you once expected his fist flying at your face. A heavy hand on the back of your neck, an arm around your waist, fingers locking around your tail. Plucking you off whoever you're fighting like you weigh nothing. Which doesn't help your temper.

At all.

Today is one of those times. You couldn't help it, you honestly couldn't. They shoved you first this time. A rarity, you'll admit, but it's all you need to get on your little high horse and plead that you were unfairly provoked.

You're rolling back and forth with them on the ground, their hand fisted in your hair, your legs locked around their waist, both of you hissing in each others' faces like cut hoses. You're dusty and sweaty and bruised and bleeding in at least half a dozen places, and this is the best you've felt in months.

You roll your tongue over your fangs, the taste of blood raw and blunt in your mouth, taking a brief respite as you manage to pin them down for more than half a second, your knee pressing cruelly into their arm. They squeal like a stuck ilu, grabbing at you with their free hand, nails dragging down your side. The stinging sensation is welcome.

What isn't welcome is the sudden intrusion into your rather bloody bliss. Hands hooking under your arms, lifting you clear like a misbehaving pet, and setting you down on your feet with a bump that sends ground shock rippling up your calves.

You stare defiantly into Aonung's cold face, planting your hands on your hips, blood trickling down your forehead and beading on your lashes, but you don't blink it away. You take in a dusty, ragged breath, preparing to start shouting at him for always meddling in your shit, because, after all, he chose to push you out of his life and what you do as a result of that is none of his fucking business.

But you don't get a chance. He plants a hand on your shoulder and shoves you backward. Hard. "Walk," he says in a tight voice.

You do so unthinkingly, turning and marching off, only cursing yourself for your blind obedience a few steps later. But you didn't really feel like arguing with him after all. What was the point? He wouldn't fight you. He never fights you anymore. You miss that. You wonder if he'd even react if you punched him in his fat mouth right now beyond gazing at you with those cold eyes.

You hunch your shoulders and let your mouth thin into a line as you walk, heading away from the small crowd that had gathered to witness your outburst. You're shaking a little now.

"Here's fine," Aonung says from behind you, but you don't listen this time, planning to walk until you reach the water and can swim off, deep down into the cool dimness.

He grabs you by your tail, and you should've expected it, really, but you still whirl around, snarling, lips curled over your fangs, ears tilting back, hands outstretched to claw his Eywa-damned eyes out.

He catches you by the wrists and pulls you in, using your momentum to do so.

You stumble, smack your forehead on him and reel back, cursing him out, trying to touch your head, feel for any new injury, but he doesnt let you go.

"Stand still for once in your fucking life, you idiot. Listen to me," Aonung hisses, pulling you in once again while you're distracted. It's like a stupid game of tug o'war.

"I am listening," you fire back, still trying to free yourself, contemplating kicking him in the thigh or the stomach to pry yourself free. "See my ears? See how they're attached to my head? See-"

"Why can't you just grow up?!" he snapped, shaking you a little. "You're such a child!"

"And you're such a moron," you snap back, but you subside a little at the blunt admonishment. "Why can't you just stay out of my life?!"

"I'd be able to if you stopped fighting other people!" he hissed.

"I can fight who I want!"

"So why don't you want to fight me anymore?!"

Sudden, abrupt, overwhelming silence.

Aonung's ears flatten against his head and he releases you, stepping back. You'd say he looks like he's been slapped but you're an expert on what he looks like when he's been hit and that is not a face he makes. You don't know what face that is. Embarrassment? Confusion?

You're confused. And say so.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You don't want to fight me! You're too good for a little scrapping here and there all of a sudden, big guy?" you scoff, knowing you're severely understating the level of your fights but not caring enough to correct yourself.

"Well, I thought I did, but that was before-"

Aonung stops again.

You want to jump him. Hit him until he starts acting like himself again. "Before what, dickhead?! What happened that made you too good for me all of a sudden?! Because you're the future chief, a warrior in training, you can't even argue with me anymore? I mean, fuck, forget arguing, you won't even look at me! I don't know what I did and whatever it was, I-"

Oh boy. You've never been the type to cry when you get angry, but you're so frustrated and overwhelmed right now the tears are practically crying themselves. They well up, quivering on your lash line for a half-second, forcing you to look at him with blurry vision, then roll down your cheeks despite your best efforts to wipe them away.

"I-" you try to continue, hiccuping now. "I wish I hadn't, because I just want things to be normal again, I want things to go back to the way they were-" Words escape you and you settle for crying with frustration and rage, looking at him as he still says nothing.

"They can't, okay?" he snaps. "They can't fucking go back! Get that through your head! We can't fight like we used to! It's not the same, I can't fight you and hate you and argue like I used to when-"

"Don't you dare fucking clam up on me again, you bitch," you hiccup, pointing at him, scrubbing away your tears with your other hand. "I have a right to fucking know why I can't fight you, and I can't fight other people, and-"

"I can't keep hurting you when all I can fucking think about is kissing you!" he hisses, hands forming fists at his sides, tail lashing behind him. "And I can't keep letting you get hurt either!"

You still, your feeble attempt to hide your tears forgotten, staring at him like he's grown two heads. Something in your chest twists savagely as you absorb his words silently.

"Don't look at me like that, like I'm some kind of monster for loving you. Yell at me, try to hit me, cuss me out, anything. Just don't look at me like that," he says, voice hitching and beginning to tremble as he speaks.

"What am I supposed to do with that love?" you ask quietly. "Don't say return it. I don't know if I can. Or if I want to. I mean, maybe I do want to but that's mostly just stemming from the fact that you haven't spoken to me in months or even come near me except from stopping me from fighting people, and I don't think it's fair of you at all to-"

"No, I know it's not," he said a little brokenly, and you hated that, maybe even more than you hated him. "I know it's not fair, just... please. Tell me you feel nothing for me, that us being practically attached at the hip since we were kids means nothing to you, that you don't even hate me, you just don't care about me."

You hated seeing him like this. You'd never seen this side of him and you never wanted to see it again. You could tell him that maybe it wasn't hatred and if it was hatred in the beginning it had evolved to a sort of messed up attachment, and if you dug long enough you'd probably find some kind of affection for him in your angry little heart. That might make him stop looking at you that way.

You just wanted him to stop looking like that, so sad and fucking pathetic. It made that same something that had twisted in your chest before twist again, but in a more painful way.

"I don't know if I do like you back," you say slowly. His shoulders slump and he raises his hands to his face, presumably to hide his expression.

You're not finished.

You step forward and take his hands, curling your fingers around them, pressing into his palms, more gentle than you've ever dared be with him. You lower them, looking into his face steadily. "But I think I could learn to. And I want to learn."

He lets out a ragged breath, expression now totally raw and hopeful, which was honestly the opposite of what you were hoping to achieve, which was sober him up out of this sad-sack thing he was in. But you think you can live with it.

"Okay," he breathes, gripping onto your hands. "A chance is all I need, I promise."

You nod and continue looking at him. Probably the longest you've really looked at him without swinging or didn't have your hands around his throat.

The silence drags on, and you're considering what to do or say next when he speaks again, shifting one of his hands from yours to touch your face. Your hand that he just released flies to his wrist, but you stop, relenting, allowing it when you realise he's just, very gently and carefully, unsticking wisps of your hair from the dried blood on your face and tucking it behind your ear. "I want to kiss you," he said bluntly. "Can I?"

You don't know if you'll like it but you figure it can't hurt to try, so you just nod, letting him cradle your jaw in his hand, still holding your other hand tightly, and let him kiss you like you're fragile, something far more delicate than you are.

It's not as bad as you thought. In fact, you like it. Probably more than you should.

Then you don't think much anymore, too distracted by his warm mouth on yours and how he tastes of sea salt.

(challenge to myself to write a reader who isn't a little freak next time)

#aonung #aonung x reader #aonung avatar #atwow #avatar #avatar fanfiction #avatar x reader #avatar 2 #tsireya

[vickyyoon]

Paring - best friend hyunjin x fem!reader

Genre : smut, fluff

Warnings : heart melting amount of fluff and very very soft sex.

Synopsis : your best friend always had feelings for you but you never came to know that especially when you found yourself so little next to him.

You were slouched on the couch with your best friend hyunjin's head on your shoulder as you watch a movie that was apparently " super popular and amazing".

Soon you guys got bored and decided to catch up on somethings you guys missed out when he was visiting his grandma.

You ranted and ranted on and on to him about how you were just so single and it burned your skin watching couples. Your family always made you feel left out because of that.

" they always go on group dates with my cousins, relatives, siblings and others. I could be there with them right now but Is it because I'm ugly? Am I not good enough? Why do I have to be single! " you were about to explode in anger.

"like this time again? That's so rude honestly. I mean they're your family" he watched you rant on and on smiling and finding it cute.

" they don't even call me! They just leave me all alone! How hurt could I even be? Why is everyone taken!?" you cry.

You looked like you were about to tear up. And he gave you a comforting hug. You had rare friends that comfort you like him. You always wondered how he was so patient listening to you for hours.

" I find your stories interesting and funny. That's why I like you." making you happy and feel a bit better.

You go to the kitchen and bring out a bucket of ice cream you keep for yourself especially on these days. He watched you shove your mouth and rant on and on... again.

It was entertaining until you brought up a boy. " You remember Lee know? Well I always liked him but he's been so distant I swear I can't reach him. I feel like being with him for the rest of my life but he's always so much better than me and it makes me feel so small" you pout.

" at this rate I'll be single forever. I wish I could get close to him. If school ends how will I ever be with him?!" you were tearing up from that thought.

His face changed too he wasn't smiling like before, he looked a bit hurt. He couldn't even hear you when his mind flood with thoughts.

Such a pretty girl, what a pity she isnt taken. And if you would be his he would be the happiest person in the entire world. He remembered when he was in that same loop hole.

Waking up drenched in sweat with the thought of you being with someone else. He worked so hard just to be your friend. He worked even harder just to be your best friend and now his mind only ached with those memories of how hard he tried.

He liked you since first grade. You were the apple of his eye, A sweet melody played on his mind when he thinks about you. In fact whenever he sees you, he only finds good memories. Like the beautiful scenery of a field of colorful flowers or a dawn where the sun's ray of light hit the waves of the sea on a misty blue morning.

You were his only reason to live. You were his only purpose to find life because he was lost before he found a reason to live.

Today his heart ached to hear such a thing from you. Tears threatened to leave his eyes but he knew very well how much it swells in your heart to not have the person you want close to you because he's been though all of that.

You could tell something was wrong. " H-hyunjin? Is there something wrong?" he shook his head smiling at you.

"No it's just that minho is taken, didn't you know that?" he couldnt believe but he's lying now.

" wah-what? But no one told me!" to add feul to the fire he lies even more. "it seems like they're in deep love too. He said he's planning to propose to her after graduation.I'm surprised you didn't know That" hyunjin said.

"wah-what no! Why? Wh-why is this happening to me?" you were breaking down and he came closer to you and gave you a comforting hug that you cried onto his shoulders in seconds.

" If you're really looking for someone..." he pauses. " you have me. I'm ready to be yours. I've always liked you." you froze in your place.

He pulls out from the hug. He stares at you who was speechless. You know you've always liked him but you always knew that he was never going to be yours especially when he's just your best friend who always looks out for you. You could never loose him so you always pushed that tight far far away so much so you found yourself looking for others to keep yourself distracted.

"I-I'm really sorry if you don't think of me like that." he stumbles over his words ready to leave.

"wait." you grab his wrist sitting him down. "what do you mean you've always liked me?" and he stared at you before telling you how he's spent half of his life just chasing you.

It was the first day of 1st grade that his eyes landed on you. From then he liked you. That feeling grew much bigger by each grade.

" if you remember that field trip in 7th grade where we went to a huge mountain. I only stared at you looking at the mist and fog near the railing of the huge mountain. You looked liked my lost happiness." and from then he chased after you even harder,

Shifting his body, mind, behavior and likings just to be perfect for you.

You just stare at him only wondering how this popular hot boy only ran after you when he was surrounded by pretty people.

"it wasn't just your looks, your smile reminded me of my first time star gazing with my mom. I could remember that moment only when I saw you smile." you flushed.

" it started with just you but then I fell harder for your personality, behavior and kindness. How could you exist? How could a person like you even exist? I only knew I needed you."

This was when he became your best friend. "it didn't mean anything if it meant changing myself for you. I would happily do that to be a better person. Maybe I don't know my real self because I changed for you but I'm happy like this."

You were crying again. You only needed to hug him. " if only you be mine, my soul will rest in peace." he said kissing your forehead and you nod your head in his chest.

---------------------------------------------------

Somewhere in between those tears you two were turning hot and burned from the inside, searching for that one feeling of relief.

Before you knew it, you two were making out. You were on top of him while sat still. Eating each other hungrily.

Out of some intense climax you started grinding on his hard bulge hinting him what you were craving.

You took off your hoodie and your little top, then your pants, underwear and bra. You guys stripped every piece of clothing off of each other.

You could only admire his physique just wondering why you didn't ask him out earlier. This all could have been yours.

He was shaking pulling down his boxers. He came towards you with his hard pink red cock leaking pre cum. It was big.

You were resting your head on the armrest of the couch. He lifts your legs to your chest. Staring at your wet cunt.

He picked up your wet slick and stuck a finger inside. Making you whine at the feeling. He admired your sweaty red flushed face.

He licks your wet cunt, the texture of his tongue shivered you.

You didn't know if the feeling was because of the sensitivity of your first time or the feeling of being fucked by hyunjin made you this mess.

You were whining and whining until he started to pump into you. Lewd moans escaped your mouth.

You were grinding on his fingers. " Pl-please. I just fuck me already." just waiting for him to fit inside you.

Without another word he sticks his cock in you giving you a stretch you think youll never find this good. Before you knew it he was slowly thrusting in you.

" that feels good. I always knew your walls you'd feel good but never thought it would feel as this good." he moaned.

Shit...this wasn't him fucking you. It was him making love to you

His wet lips draped over your entire body. Covering you with marks and wet kisses. Touching everything single soft parts discovering you and your favorite parts.

The feeling was tingling. Even though his thrusts were slow and agonizing, the feeling made you blush harder with every thrust. Just the thought of him in you, and how much he wanted you. You finally felt wanted.

" Y/n I've rejected every single girl I my life, hoping I'd have you one day." he claimed. " and you're not ugly, it was me who warned all the boys off."

Though the confession hurt you, you liked how he did so much just to get to you. " only if you asked me out earlier, I wouldnt have to do this." those words spun in your head.

You realize how he's been hinting you all along but you've never thought of it like that.

" oh please! Mmh- just please go faster." a tear slips down your face.

This pace picks up a bit faster. The feeling has your walls wrapped around him.

" baby please loosen up, I might not last any longer if you keep up like this." he moans his face flushing aswell.

His face is buried in the crotch of your neck and you can feel his burning hot cheeks and sweat. His breathe was shaky and warm.

With every thrust you felt bubbling up, so much closer and closer to your first orgasm.

And him kissing and caressing your face did not help. The thrusts got sloppier and sloppier till it only made wet sounds.

" ahh I-Im close." you chocked on a moan, he moved even faster. Til both of you came together.

Both a panting, shaking mess. The feeling was euphoric, you wanted this every single day. Forget about Lee know.

" now are you still single?" he asked laying beside you looking at you stare at the ceiling.

"then will you be my boyfriend and be only mine?" you chuckled but looking back at him the question was his life. His eyes were teary.

" ye-yes! Ofcourse" he said. And you can see the sparks in his eyes. He really wanted you, and he really needed you. He looked like he won in his life.

#kpop #hyunjin smut #Hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin #skz hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #Hyunjin x reader #Straykids #Skz #Hyunjin ff #straykids smut #skz smut #straykids fic #skz fic #skz ff

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for pretending my original fictional characters are my "friends" for the purpose of asking questions online?

Alright, so hear me out: I'm a writing hobbyist, I run a long-term D&D campaign, I like writing characters a lot and sometimes do it even outside of any stories, you could even say that it's my passion. Whenever I create a character that would have experience with something that I don't, I try to experience that thing myself, or if I can't, I ask others online about their experiences to make sure I can write my character accurately.

Here's the problem: back when I used to ask questions online from a writing/creative perspective, I felt like a lot of them concerning more controversial topics were getting dismissed and I got a lot of unsolicited writing advice unrelated to the original question. The most infuriating were always "You shouldn't write a character like that." or "You should change this integral part of the character to remove the issue that you're having."

Now, you can have whatever opinions you want about writing certain aspects of characters, but I would kindly ask you to shove them up your ass. I firmly believe that you can't judge a character accurately merely by their character traits written down in a vacuum, the execution is what really matters. One trait that could be seen as problematic when written badly can really enhance the character, story and it's themes if incorporated correctly. I'm not going to remove integral story-relevant characteristics of my OCs, and I sure as hell am not gonna delete them entirely just because an internet rando didn't believe that I could do them justice. Literally the entire reason why I'm asking these questions in the first place is because I'm trying to be as respectful/accurate to your culture/ethnicity/sexuality/gender/religion/disability/anything else. I GENUINELY want to learn and understand, so why don't you at least try to give me the benefit of the doubt instead of assuming it'll be done terribly?

Anyway, to give some examples of the questions that I've asked that were met with this kind of response:

"How would you write an autistic character who uses ASL but doesn't like to emote with their face?" (Was told to simply "make" the character like using their face even though it would go against how their other symptoms interact with each other, plus it would change how other characters view them and thus the story itself)

"What kind of slang would a black character raised in Brooklyn use?" (Was told to not write a black character using slang as a white person.)

"How would a Muslim character go about leaving their religion after losing their faith?" (Was told that the mere idea of an ex-muslim person was offensive)

I don't know if other writers also struggle with this, or if I'm just the unluckiest and always attract those kinds of people somehow, but after having to deal with it way too much I simply started lying and pretending that my characters are real so people would stop questioning my writing choices and just focus on answering my actual questions. For example, instead of the three questions above nowadays I would ask:

"Me and my Autistic friend are learning ASL together, but she doesn't like making expressions for sensory reasons. Is there anything else she can do?"

"What are some examples of actual slang used by black people in Brooklyn? My friend is from there but he likes to mess with me by coming up with fake words and pretending like they're slang, at this point idk what to believe."

"My friend lost their faith and is planning on leaving Islam. They don't have access to internet due to their parents so they wanted me to ask about what could be the possible consequences and how go about the process, or even where to start."

Also, obviously, I do way more research than just these questions, but I also really want to know the opinion of people in these communities about these topics and the discussion that develops from it. That's not something that simply reading a book or an article on a topic can give you and I believe that interacting with the community itself is an important part of properly portraying characters that belong to them as well. Still, a few of my friends told me that it's kinda shitty of me to lie in this way, especially when the end goal is to be respectful about certain traits yet me lying to these people is a sign of disrespect in their opinion. Personally I don't see it that way, I simply want people answering my questions to treat them seriously and if presenting them as real scenarios is what gets them to do it I feel like I have no choice, it has nothing to do with the respect I have for the communities in question.

Also, if this matters at all: 90% of my writing is entirely personal and will never be published in any way at all, the other 10% being the writing that I do for my D&D campaign which only my players get to witness.

So, with all of that out of the way, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[coryothesub]

Coryo wanting to be dominant, only receiving ridicule from the reader (it excites me and at the same time makes me laugh so much)

I have no idea how to tag this, I guess they're both switches?? Anyway I loved writing this!

nsfw / mdni / switch!coryo / switch!reader

“Now let's repeat your safe word!”

“Trust me we ain't gonna need it,” you giggled looking at Coryo, all serious and slightly annoyed at your laughter.

His wish to try out the dominant role was nothing but amusing to you, but he seemed to take it very seriously.

“Safe word!” He repeated in a stern voice.

“Coooryo, are we in the role already?” You kept bantering. Maybe ramping him up a bit would make him do better.

Coryo gave you “the look” and you finally replied.

“Alright, alright, it's “constitution”.”

“Constitution…” Coryo raised his eyebrow.

You nodded.

“Alright now kneel!” he said casually.

You just shook your head and stayed where you were. It turned out that being a brat was actually fun.

“Kneel!” Coryo sounded more impatient, but not enough commanding for your taste. Still you obeyed and got on your knees the cocky smirk never leaving your face.

“Open your mouth for me!”

“No, not like that,” you bursted into laughter again, making Coryo visibly frustrated.

“It has to be short and confident, without hesitation,” you were trying to describe the right tone, gesturing with your hands, but suddenly you were caught off guard by him grabbing your jaw and tilting your chin up.

“Open it up!” His voice now sounded low and raspy and you actually found that pretty hot. 

You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue waiting for what was gonna happen next.

Coryo struggled a bit to pull his half-hard cock out of his pants and you couldn't help but let out a little laugh.

The boy shoved it into your face and started slapping your cheeks and lips. You quite enjoyed that, yet it wasn't convincing enough.

“Now take my cock!” He instructed.

“And what if I don't?” You gave him a bratty smile batting your eyelashes innocently. “What then?”

“No talking back!” Was the last thing you heard before Coryo slapped you across your cheek and that sting went straight to your pussy.

The boy was learning.

He hadn't told you not to touch yourself so your hand quickly dove under the waistband of your panties.

After rubbing your painful cheek you leaned forward and took his dick in your mouth starting to suck it in a lazy manner.

You noticed the frustration in Coryo's face. Something wasn't right here, but he wasn't quite sure what to do.

“Can you do it with more enthusiasm?” Coryo whined.

You let his cock out of your mouth and gave him a devilish smirk.

“Well you’ll have to make me then.”

Coryo put his hand on the back of your head and pushed himself deeper, but you knew damn well he was saving his strength and it was quite easy for you to wiggle out of his grip.

“Is that all you can do?” You started laughing again. “This is truly pathetic!”

You noticed Coryo clenching his jaw as his bright blue eyes went slightly darker.

“I'm gonna make you shut up,” he growled and grabbed your head aggressively pushing his cock all the way down your throat, so deep that your nose hit his pubic bone.

Eyes full of raw lust, he held you in place marveling at your cheeks turning red and your eyes welling up with tears as you were gagging and fighting for air. 

Now that was something. And you were loving every second.

Feeling that you won't be able to hold on any longer, you grabbed onto his thighs, making him finally release your head. You had turned into a coughing drooling mess struggling to catch your breath. Being manhandled like this made your panties soak in wetness. You needed more of this.

You looked up at Coryo and his breath sped up seeing your teary eyes and swollen lips. You could see exactly how much it was turning him on.

He couldn't believe that you were still laughing though.

“Is that all you got? That's some amateur level shit,” you were taunting him on purpose knowing he would snap eventually. And he did.

“Is that so doll?” He cooed, but his intentions were pretty sinister.

“Maybe a little face fuck will do the trick?”

He grabbed your head and shoved his cock down your throat again but this time he started fucking your mouth at a relentless pace, holding you in place firmly and pushing his tip against the back at your throat with full intensity, again and again.

Your ears were ringing and your head got all floaty, you knew full well that your throat was gonna be sore for a few days at least. Tears were streaming down your face and saliva dripping down from the corners of your mouth, but your pussy was leaking from arousal as you kept rubbing yourself manically.

“Look at you, serving my cock so well, such a pretty little whore,” Coryo muttered praises and curse words, his thrusts becoming even harder as he was chasing his own release using your mouth as he pleased.

You closed your eyes and let yourself float in bliss, giving into a full submission, your fucked out mouth full of cock and your cunt throbbing with arousal.

Your eyes were flooded with tears and you weren't able to see much, all you could feel was your mouth being empty again and a sudden burst of warm cum spurting on your face. The white pearly liquid covered your cheeks and lips, it was dripping down your chin, some heavy white drops landing on your cleavage.

“Fuck, you look so delicious like this,” you heard Coryo speaking through your daze.

It took a hot minute for you to snap out of it. You raised your head and looked up at Coryo who was watching you curiously.

“So, how did I do?”

You looked back at him and let out a small laugh. 

“Still much to learn, baby.”

“Can I take a picture of you?” He paused, realizing how weird that sounded. “Y-you just look so beautiful like this.”

“What are you going to do with it?” You chuckled.

“Just save it for the memory. Well at least until I become a serious politician. And… Maybe send it to Sejanus to show him what a good little cumslut you are.”

As weird as it was the thought kinda turned you and you let him grab his phone and snap a little incriminating pic.

“Cumslut, huh?” You leaned closer to Coryo and whispered into his ear. 

“Guess who will have to clean up all this mess.”

The boy's eyes went wide as soon as he understood what you were hinting at. But it was already too late. You were laying on top of him, pinning his hands to the bed.

“Time for a little revanche.”

#thank you for the ask #coriolanus snow #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #thg #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #thg tbosas #blurb #cts ask

[marzipanandminutiae]

I just wanted to let you know that you're one of the main people that have changed my mind about corsets. I used to be one of the people that got mad about them, I remember getting really upset that they called a scoliosis brace a corset at some point because "why would they compare it to one of THOSE it's a MEDICAL and important BRACE, not some beauty torture device"

But you explanations and everything helped me understand them better and recognize them as a more neutral part of human history and not some feminine torture device.

That. Really means a lot to me; thank you so much.

This is one of the big reasons I hate being accused of lying and trying to cover up the "true evil nature" of corsets or whatever. It is much, much easier and more satisfying to believe that they're instruments of torture.

They came out of cultures where institutional misogyny was off the charts. We hear so much about what our ancestresses went through, as girls and then as women. We see what we're still going through. And every one- I mean EVERY -one of us knows what it's like to be pressured by society, school, parents, partners, bosses, etc. into dressing a certain way Because We're Girls/Women. I know I do; early 00s hypersexualization of teen/tween girls left some serious scars on me.

It is SO satisfying, after watching Elizabeth Swann shoved into an uncomfortable pair of stays to Dress Up Pretty for a formal event where some guy who's at least 10 years her senior awkwardly hits on her, to see her bludgeon an opponent and quip, "Try wearing a corset." Because we're all there in the audience thinking, try wearing control top pantyhose! Try wearing heels! Try wearing a full face of makeup! Try wearing anything you don't want to wear, that serves no material purpose to you (though it may to other women), but which you're told you have to don to be professional/attractive/whatever!

Because of our experiences as women, corset myths are easy and appealing!

It's just. They're not true. Corsets aren't stilettos, or pure shapewear. They can be and were sometimes used in uncomfortable or unwanted ways, but they have a practical, comfort-based purpose.

And accepting that can be jarring. The screen catharsis you've been relishing all your life is largely a distortion of the lives of women who came before you. You have, in a sense, been lied to.

It pissed me off. Other people have different reactions to it; denial is a big one. But we can't deny it. Not if we want to better understand those women of the past, and accurately represent their stories.

I'm very grateful that you took the time to read my posts, and proud of you for having an open mind.

#ask #long post #corsets #corset discourse #anon

[wowowwild]

For my krisnix enjoyers. Pls accept my ramblings below.

Good evening. It's me, Mx. Wild. First and foremost, I don't think anyone does, but I definitely do not think they are health, just to be exceedingly clear. Also these are my mostly canon compliant musings, I have other 'if this, then that' headcanons I'm not shoving in here bc nobody has the time for all of that at once. Now, moving on.

Look, Phoenix has bad taste. Kristoph is known to make horrible decisions. Match made in a hell equivalent. Kris wants to keep Phoenix close bc he's paranoid, Phoenix wants to keep Kris close bc he's a sketchy mf (imo).

I think Phoenix would know Kris wanted something out of the relationship. Some random guy he doesn't know stands up for him and tries to be besties with him all of a sudden? Kristoph could absolutely spin it that he knew the legendary Phoenix Wright would never and he feels bad bc it was his little brother who exposed the fake and is so appalled that someone would frame Phoenix and he wants to get to the bottom of it. That's even believable. I don't think that takes away from the clear indication that Kristoph wants something out of the relationship.

And Phoenix isn't stupid. Don't get me wrong, mans is dumb of ass, but he's incredibly intelligent. I think fairly early on if not immediately he would expect that the relationship (at this point budding friendship) is transactional to a certain degree. And honestly, he would get a lot out of it, too. Someone definitively believes he's innocent and is helping him through the worst years of his life. At some point Phoenix figures out the truth, but I don't see any universe where him knowing that is immediate. There would be too much going on. They have time.

From Kristoph's perspective, he needs to keep Phoenix close and figure out what he knows at all times. Kristoph isn't stupid either, just spiralling further and further out of control. Once Phoenix begins to suspect, it's a matter of time before Kristoph suspects that he suspects. Whole lot of suspecting going on. But until then they have time.

So while they have time, they 're both putting into this relationship they have. They're 'friends'. From the outside it wouldn't look like it, but they care, Phoenix might care a bit more genuinely on purpose, but Kris would also have to care somewhat after all that time. Even if it was on accident, if someone is a big enough part of your life, even if you hate them, you start to care.

I think the type of person Phoenix is, is someone that Kristoph has not seen a lot of. Phoenix and Klavier are pretty similar, I can see him drawing some parallels, but he's not really close to Klavier at this point. I think Phoenix's true personality would be pretty disarming for Kris, he wouldn't know what to do, how to act towards someone like Phoenix. With that loss of control and stability, I can find him accidentally very quickly coming to care to Phoenix, despite also hating him. As strange as it is to say, you can hate someone without disliking them, just like you can love someone without liking them.

So taking this time, we've come to a situation where they care for each other. Depending on how long they have, maybe they've come to love each other platonically, romantically, and/or otherwise. But at some point Phoenix begins to suspect. It would be complicated for him. He doesn't want to suspect his friend of being a forger or eventually a murderer. It's hard to say exactly when those two dots might connect or which came first, but at some point he realizes these things. So what happens then?

Phoenix has learned his poker face by now, but Kristoph knows him fairly well at this point too. Phoenix can probably keep the fact that he's suspicious under wraps for a while. Even though Kris knows him well enough to eventually see through, Phoenix knows Kristoph well enough to know how to hide it. Kristoph can never get out of Phoenix anything definitive. Nothing that could be used as an admission. At this point they both know what game they're playing and that the other is in just as deep.

At this point, it would hurt them both deeply if they had fallen into a committed relationship (qpr, romantic relationship, exclusive fwb, etc.). Phoenix has to have some PTSD about the Dahlia situation, and Kristoph doesn't strike me as the type to have thought much about that type of relationship before if at all. He's honestly way too paranoid imo. I think it would cut them both deeply either way, but having someone you've committed to sizing you up like that hits a little different in most cases. (I am aroace but i've been in relationships, I am working based off of my own experiences which are not universal.)

They're out of time now. Any day the other shoe could drop. Kristoph could take Phoenix out of the game once and for all. Phoenix could find the one piece of evidence he needs to pull the curtain crashing down on Kristoph. In the end, it's the latter, but until that day they're frozen, stuck pretending everything is ok, playing their roles the best way they know how, time is standing still around them.

And then a hard rubber sole meets the concrete. That is my broad interpretation of the relationship between smarmy bitch Kristoph and shady asshole Phoenix (affectionate in both cases). I could pick all my little headcanons about this, that, and the other thing to show you, but I'll do that later if y'all want. (pls ask me questions, I would love to explore answers to them)

#kristoph gavin #phoenix wright #krisnix #ace attorney #ace's memes #ace's post #it's such an interesting concept to me. what if they DID love each other? what then? #i don't necessarily think they did in canon tbh. but if i only interacted with things that were strictly canon i would not be in fandom #they are just fascinating to me. #just want everyone to know regardless of when this spits out of queue i wrote this mini analysis at 2 am so idk if i actually did it good

[broodybuck]

Title: All of Me is Yours

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, butt plug, rough sex, spontaneous sex, public sex, sleep sex, top Steve, bottom Bucky, daddy kink, dirty talk

[ao3 link]

"Now, we'll keep this here," Steve says like he's instructing a class on a school project but really he's pushing a butt plug into Bucky's stretched hole. "That way, I can use this hole anytime I want."

Steve pats Bucky's ass making the plug bounce inside him and Bucky pushes back on instinct, already wanting Steve to pull it out and fill him up again. Steve chuckles, pushing him forward.

"When I want," he reminds. It sends a thrill through Bucky.

They've talked about this at length but today is the first time they're putting it into action. It's simple really. Steve fucked Bucky, filled him, and added the plug. Now Bucky will wear the plug for the next few days and Steve has permission to remove it and fuck him at any time without notice.

The zero warning is what gets Bucky the hottest and he hopes Steve stays true to that. He doesn't want to see it coming. He hopes Steve fucks him at the most inappropriate times, in the most obscure places, so he'll never see it coming until his eyes roll back because Steve's cock is pushing inside him.

Bucky spends the next few hours excitedly awaiting Steve to take the place of the plug. He knows he should calm down, not walk around with a semi in his pants all day. But he literally can't think about anything else.

Unfortunately, Steve knows this. Bucky's pretty sure it's the reason he's purposely putting it off. In fact, that night is the first time they don't have sex before bed. Bucky whines when Steve kisses him goodnight and rolls him onto his side with only the plug stuffing him.

But then Bucky wakes up the next morning and realizes the full feeling he had the previous day feels different suddenly. His eyes groggily blink open. As his vision focuses on Steve's face, Bucky's brain finally registers he's being fucked.

"Oh, daddy," Bucky murmurs, the excitement waking him up along with Steve rubbing against his prostate.

"Yeah, honey," Steve coos, brushing his hair back and kissing his cheek. "Needed you. Couldn't wait for you to wake up."

"Fuck," Bucky exhales, his body begins to shake now that it's experiencing so much abrupt pleasure. It's all hitting him at once. He squirms happily but Steve holds his wrists down.

"Let daddy finish," Steve growls. Bucky's skin lights on fire from those words.

He lies as still as he can and blithely takes it. Enjoying the feeling of his daddy's cock fucking him as hard as Steve wants.

He comes first, he always does. Apparently, even sleep doesn't extend his lasting power. He comes with a long pleasured sigh. Steve kisses him just as his cock pulses inside him. He fills him with more come, pushing out the old from yesterday.

Steve pulls away from the kiss and reinserts the plug back into his ass.

"That's my good boy," Steve says, leaning back over to kiss him again. "Loose and ready for me."

Bucky smiles much too wide.

~~~

Later that afternoon, they've been running errands all day. Bucky's in the convenience store picking a snack while Steve fills up the car with gas.

A hand grabs Bucky's elbow and he nearly pulls away before he realizes it's Steve. They walk in silence out of the store. Bucky opens his mouth to protest about his snack but Steve's footsteps pivot to the outdoor bathroom.

Fuck.

Steve is someone who complains about the cleanliness of public places, rants about germs even though the serum keeps him safe from them. So for Steve to possibly be dragging him to a public restroom to fuck him, Bucky can't believe it.

He doesn't believe it until it fucking happens. Steve stands him in front of the mirror over the sink. Makes him watch as he pulls his pants down, tugs the plug out and shoves his cock inside.

"Holy fuck."

Bucky's eyes roll back. He's in heaven, actual heaven. He never saw this one coming. A public restroom where Steve is pounding into him at a brutal pace. Bucky slurs a cry of moans as he braces his hands on the edge of the stained sink.

It's so dirty — the floors, the whole restroom, and Steve's sticking it in him away. Bucky feels like he could stop breathing from the stench of arousal suffocating him.

Steve doesn't even speak, just fucks him until he groans and his hips abruptly stop. After he comes, he pulls out and traps his release with the plug, not letting a drop hit the floor.

"Fuck," Bucky sounds drunk and now he's expecting Steve to lean in and kiss him. Say something. But he doesn't.

He picks up their pants, rebuttons his jeans, and walks Bucky by the elbow back to the car.

Steve's still quiet as they get in. Bucky would be concerned if his head still wasn't reeling from a post-orgasm high. Steve drives onto the main road. They coast for a couple of miles when suddenly Steve pulls off into a dead end. He stops the car.

Bucky's eyes go wide. It can't—

"Get in the back," Steve orders.

Bucky rushes so fast, he trips over the middle console and feels Steve help him up by the back of his pants. He nudges him forward. Bucky faces the back windshield, knees on the back row, resting his arms on the backs of the seats as Steve lines up behind him.

"Again?" Bucky asks, not masking the thrill in his voice. His cock is already filling out at the thought.

Steve reaches around to open his fly and shoves his pants down in one fluid motion. He growls like he's frustrated.

"Can't stop thinking about this hole just open and waiting for me," Steve husks. Bucky hears the sound of his jeans opening, can imagine Steve's big cock weighing down his palm.

Steve takes out the plug and this time pauses. Bucky feels a flow of come spill out of him. He shivers, just imagining Steve marveling at the sight.

"Ready for you daddy," Bucky whispers. Steve curses under his breath then pushes himself inside.

"Fuck, I love this."

"Me too," Bucky whines.

"Don't know how I'm gonna give this up," Steve grits, thrusting into motion.

"Don't."

Steve chuckles from behind him, grabs his face and turns his head to kiss him.

"We can't keep you open forever, honey. Gotta clean you up eventually."

"Don't wanna," Bucky mopes.

Steve caresses his jaw tenderly. Then lets him go and pulls back to hold Bucky's hips and fucks him mercilessly. Pounding into him until Bucky sees stars.

~~~

Steve gives him a break after that.

Not that Bucky wants one but it's late by the time they get home and have dinner. And Bucky senses that fucking him before bed is still too predictable which must be precisely why Steve avoids it.

When Bucky wakes up the next morning, he hopes he's being fucked again but instead, quickly realizes he's lying alone. Steve's gone from the bed.

When he rushes downstairs and finds Steve in the kitchen, he only gets a kiss good morning. They have breakfast together and Steve says that Bucky still needs to shower even with the plug in. Bucky frowns assuming he'll be showering alone.

He heads upstairs to shower after breakfast. The water warms and Bucky slips out of his clothes. He steps under the heated spray but feels cold no matter how much he turns up the temperature. He keeps waiting for Steve to surprise him, he takes a forty minute shower waiting for it, but his boyfriend never comes.

Bucky gets dressed after the shower. Before he pulls on his pants, he pokes the end of the plug sticking out just to feel a little movement. He hums softly to himself and smiles. He can't wait until Steve fucks him next.

All day, there are no surprises which makes the day drag on miserably. Bucky pouts as loud as he can when they get into bed that night. He can't believe they didn't fuck once today. Plug or no plug, that's not like them.

Steve's settled next to him with a book in his hands. Bucky knows Steve won't make a move before bed, it's too obvious. And now, he's been ignoring Bucky's pouting for the last ten minutes. So Bucky finally gives up and turns off the lamp on his side. He rolls over with a frown plastered on his face.

Steve's light goes out a few moments later. Bucky huffs out another annoyed breath when two big hands find his waist and yank him back.

"Thought I wouldn't fuck you today?" Steve drawls as he pushes Bucky's sweats down, whips the plug out and sticks his cock inside all before Bucky can even answer.

"Oh," Bucky yelps with surprise. Of course, Steve would flip the switch and eventually fuck him in the most obvious moment so Bucky would then never see it coming.

Bucky doesn't even care, he pushes back, trying to fit as much of Steve in him as possible.

"Oh, thank god," he moans happily.

"I'd never forget to fuck you, darling," Steve says sweetly. He rocks back and rams his cock forward.

"Uhgnn," Bucky shudders from the force.

"You have no idea how hard it was waiting all fucking day," Steve growls, ramming back in again. "Thinking about how much this hole was begging me to fill it up."

"W-wanted you s-so bad," Bucky stutters as Steve keeps pounding him sideways.

"I know, baby. Shhh," Steve says, petting his face. "I got you now."

"Thank you, daddy," Bucky whispers. Steve kisses his temple so delicately compared to how roughly he's currently fucking him. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, baby," Steve croons. "Gonna come now, been saving this all day."

He thrusts as hard and deep as he can and then stills. Bucky moans just from the sensation of Steve's come pumping into him and then he comes completely untouched.

~~~

After they come down from their high, Steve says it's time for a bath. He gets up to run the water while Bucky furrows his eyebrows at him.

"I already showered," Bucky refutes but Steve merely picks him up and places him in the warm tub a few minutes later. "Steve..."

Steve gets in behind him and lies Bucky against his chest. Then his hands travel under the water and slide underneath Bucky until he feels the plug being wiggled out.

"Daddy, no— not yet."

Steve doesn't listen and removes the plug. He kisses behind Bucky's ear and shushes him.

"It's time to get you cleaned up."

"No, I can take more."

"No, you've had enough," Steve tells him, rolling a fingertip around his rim to help empty any remnants.

"No," Bucky whines.

"Daddy knows when you've had enough," Steve says sternly. Bucky wants to protest but then he adds, "We'll do this again soon. Trust me, I need this too."

Bucky lets go of the fight and sinks lower against the man. Steve kisses his neck as he cleans his body and the plug.

After the bath, Steve dries the plug and places it in a velvet box where he stores it away in their closet. He joins Bucky in bed and wraps him in his arms.

"Now you'll have to waste time opening me up again," Bucky grumbles, not happy about it.

"Never a waste of time, doll," Steve tells him. "That's what I missed most."

#stucky #stucky fic #stucky smut #oneshot #bucky barnes fanfic #steve rogers fanfic

[lomlhwa]

disordered (c.bg)

pairing: bf!beomgyu x gf!reader

preview: beomgyu doesn't care how much you weigh. he doesn't pay attention to that stuff. but when he notices you rushing to the bathroom and turning the fan on after every meal, he gets worried.

tags/warnings: fem reader, bulimic reader, mentions of eating disorders, reader forcing herself to throw up, gyu being super worried, pet names (baby, my love, angel), so much fluff at the end, they're so domestic it's sickening

trigger warnings: reader has bulimia (an eating disorder) and it is heavily explained and is the main plot point. if this triggers you, please keep scrolling.

wc: 1.3k

song recs for this fic: kiss by dojaejung, just right by got7, likey by twice

a/n: this was requested by a lovely anon. i hope you like it! if you have an eating disorder, please know that my page is a safe space to talk. my inbox and asks are always open.

beomgyu couldn't care less about your weight. no matter what, you’re beautiful to him. all he wants is for you to be happy and healthy. 

he has classic boyfriend blindness. he doesn’t notice when you change your hair or wear different shades of concealer. he doesn’t even notice when you change your earrings, which is sad when you buy new ones that you think he’ll like. 

now, luckily and unluckily for you, he also doesn’t notice when your weight changes. even if it’s a dramatic change. as long as you’re not morbidly obese or he can’t see your bones through your skin, he doesn’t care. 

your boyfriend absolutely loves cooking for you. breakfast, lunch and dinner. if he could actively afford to make 4 course, 5 star meals, he would do it. he loves seeing his beloved eating well for her health. 

now, one thing he does notice is you scurrying away after every meal. at first, he didn’t know where you were going. but when his ears finally picked up on the sound of the fan in the master bathroom, he put two and two together. 

well, almost put the pieces together. 

at first, he thought the food he was providing was giving you stomach aches and making you sick. he changed his recipes to try and find out what was making you sick without asking. but no matter what he took out, substituted or added less of, you always ran to the bathroom. 

he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he just decided he needed to follow you to the bathroom. so, that’s what he did. he let you scramble away before tiptoeing after you. he pressed his ear against the door and he listened into what you were doing.

he heard what he thought were gagging sounds and what he assumed was you throwing up. this solidified the thought that you were getting sick from his food. so, he quietly opened the door. he came face to face with you, shoving your pointer and middle fingers down your throat. 

he stood there for a moment, stunned. he said nothing as he silently closed the door. he walked back to the kitchen, sitting on one of the stools set at your island. he held his head in his hands as his mind ran through every possible reason you could be forcing yourself to throw up. 

by the time you came back from your hiding place, he had composed himself. he needed to figure out how to bring up the fact that he caught you vomiting. does he just straight up say; “hey y/n, i followed you to the bathroom and spied on you making yourself throw up so what the fuck?” obviously he couldn’t do that.

he decided he didn’t have enough evidence to decide that you had been forcing yourself. maybe you were just sick. he really wanted you to just be sick. he did not want to believe that you wanted to inflict pain upon yourself. 

so, for the next few meals, he trailed undetected behind you to the bathroom. each time he was faced with more proof that you were doing this to yourself on purpose. shoving your first two fingers so far down your throat to induce gagging and eventual vomiting. he can’t even imagine how raw your throat must be. 

he needs to intervene. he needs to do something to stop your habit. he wants to know why you’re doing this to yourself, despite the fact that there’s absolutely no good reason. he needs to make a good plan.

later that day, he makes a nice healthy meal for you. full of veggies and protein to make you strong and healthy. the things your body is probably lacking from vomiting. he watches you consume the food he made for you. you do it all with a smile but beomgyu knows your plan. 

you place your plate and fork in the dishwasher. you move to excuse yourself to the bathroom but he gets in your way. “what are you doing, gyu?” there’s a hint of laughter in your voice as you try to go around him. he blocks your path once again.

“no, y/n, don’t,” he says sternly. he shakes his head, “don’t what? i’m just going to the bathroom,” he shakes his head again, wrapping his arms around you. he presses your face into his chest, enveloping you in his scent. “i know why you go to the bathroom after every meal,” you eyes widen and your knees weaken. 

he knows. how does he know?

you slowly crumble to the floor, beomgyu never letting go of you and falling to the floor with you. you burst into loud sobs, hot tears staining beomgyu’s shirt. he holds you tightly as you weep in his hold. “why, baby? why would you do that to yourself?” he says, his mouth pressed to the hair on the top of your head.

your hands come up to grip beomgyu’s shirt, trying to bring him impossibly closer to you. you try to muster up an answer but what are you supposed to say to that? “i-i don’t know,” you wipe your tears and check the time. you’re running out of time to get the food out of your system. you try and wriggle your way out of your boyfriend’s hold. 

“please. i have to get it out,” you push against him and try to dart for the bathroom. “no, my love, you need the nutrients,” he holds you down tightly. more tears spill from your eyes as you realize he’s ruining your schedule. it’s too late. 

“beomgyu, i’m gonna get fat if i keep this food inside me,” you yell, shocking him. “let me up. i need to get it out.” this only makes him hold you down more. “you’re perfect just the way you are. you’re nowhere near fat. you’re closer to being a cluster of bones than you are to being fat.”

you claw at his arms to get him to let go of you, even managing to draw blood. you sink your teeth into the arm wrapped around your chest, trying to get him to flinch. but he doesn't. you don't bite enough to break the skin, not wanting to give him an infection. you rip at his already open wounds from your nails but beomgyu doesn't falter. his grip on you remains the same, keeping you close to him. even as his blood gets on you, the floor and his clothes he doesn't move. 

"baby, you're perfect. i've never met a woman as beautiful as you. from the top of your head to the tip of your toes, you're gorgeous. you don't need to purge and then force yourself to vomit. you're allowed to eat, enjoy your food and let your body use the nutrients to keep you healthy. you won't get fat." 

he peppers your face and your head with kisses, trying to get you to calm down. even just trying to get you to feel how much he loves you. "i love you so much. please be healthy," he says, his own eyes finally filling with tears. the realization of how desperate you'd been to get the food out of your system hits him like a transport truck. 

you remain on the floor for a few hours, long enough for it to become dark outside. you'd fallen asleep in beomgyu's arms after tiring yourself out fighting him. he untangles your limbs from his and lifts you up princess style. he walks to your bedroom and places you on your shared bed, bringing the covers over your body. 

he goes to the bathroom to bandage his arm, the blood having dried out long ago. he washes his gashes, hissing at the contact of the cold water. thankfully, you have wrap bandages on hand and he can wrap his whole arm. he wraps it like a cast, making sure it's secure with the gauze under it. 

he goes back to your bedroom and climbs into bed next to you. he silently admires you

his beautiful girl.  

© lomlhwa 2023

#lomlhwa #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #txt #tomorrow x together #tw disordered eating

[sweetest-florida-blue-peach]

In honor of me turning 25 yesterday, I present you with: Husband! Bakugou: birthday edition.

This man could care less about his own birthday, so in regards to that aspect, he kinda just lumps all birthdays in the same 'lame' category. Not really one to celebrate or make a big deal. But ever since you came into his life, he tries really hard to make an effort for you.

However, you've noticed something. In all the years you've been together, not once has he ever gotten you a birthday card. Or any kind of card for that matter. Anniversaries, Valentine's Day, Christmas: they're all the same to him.

But surely he'd get you a birthday card, right?

Wrong.

Sure, there's the practical but useful gift (because he doesn't believe in getting gifts for the sheer purpose of just getting it) and the amazing birthday dinner he always makes you, but never a card. And it isn't so much that you mind, but part of you wonders why he never bothers with a card.

However, this is the same man who still sometimes struggles to open up and be affectionate and open with his feelings. It doesn't matter how long you've been together. He will always have trouble being 100% in regards to his emotions. Granted, he's gotten much better about it, but if he has trouble being honest and up front in person a good majority of the time, do you really think he'd bare his entire soul in a card?

Kaminari would most likely get a PHD in astrophysics before something like that would ever happen.

But when he sees you at the surprise party everyone got together to throw for you, and watches as you open your birthday cards from friends and family, he can't help but marvel at how soft your expression gets and how your eyes sparkle at the sheer thoughtfulness of them all.

Not one to be left out, this spurs him into action, and he decides to up the game.

So imagine with me that he comes home from a super long patrolling shift. He's tired. He's grimy. He just wants a bath, clean set of clothes, warm meal, and an eight to ten hour appointment with the bed. But he's put all that on the backburner because he sees you bounding up to him to greet him as walks through the door.

And the look on your face when you realize he's holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, along with....an envelope? It's enough to make him forget about his crappy day.

"Happy birthday," he says, all but shoving the items he got for you into your hands. You don't say anything. You just stare at the card, at him, then back at the card.

"You gonna open it or what?" He asks, neatly placing his combat boots by your much tinier shoes on the mat at the entrance of the doorway.

He follows you into the kitchen as you set the flowers down to put in a vase for later. His heart leaps in his chest as you carefully peel back the top layer of the envelope and take out the card.

He got it at the same store he bought the flowers from. They served all the cheesy, gimmicky, run-of-the-mill dumb birthday cards, but he grabbed the one that reminded him most of you. Sure, it had the usual, "Hope your birthday is as amazing as you" nonsense at the front, but what has him nervously tapping his fingers against the counter is what he wrote on the inside.

"(Your name),

I've never been good with this sort of stuff. It's stupid and overrated, but I know you like it because you're a sappy little shit. So happy birthday or whatever.

Another year under your belt, but you're still the same dumbass you've always been. Good thing I like dumbasses.

I would say that I hope you like the flowers but I know you will because they're your favorite and I picked them out.

Happy birthday, again.

Love you.

-Katsuki."

He's pretty proud of himself until he sees thick tears streaming down your cheeks. He rounds the island in your kitchen and is on you in a second.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Do you hate it? I'm sorry--" You stop his torrent of apologies with a finger pressed to his lips.

"I love it," you whisper, bringing your arms around his broad shoulders and pulling him close. "I love it."

Hesitantly, he relaxes enough to cradle you to his chest. "You mean it?"

You nod your head. "It's perfect." You tilt your chin up to look at him, cupping his cheek. "You're perfect."

He gently thumbs away any stray tears. Pressing a tender kiss to your lips, he mumbles in true Katsuki Bakugou fashion, "Happy birthday, dumbass."

#why can't he be real #katsuki bakugou #husband bakugou #birthdays #he's so precious and awkward i love him #i based this scenario off of what my husband did for me yesterday #my hero academia #mha #bnha #blueimagines #bluerambles #bluewrites

[violet-moonstone]

more httyd OCs

ok so I've got more next-generation dragon riders for the fic im working on

but they're the kids of the antagonists - the warlords of the northern alliance (im probably gonna come up with a different name for them, idk)

their perspective on dragons is somewhat complicated because they grew up with their parents telling them how horrible the world was before they subjugated dragons and how they have to be harsh with them to keep them in line...but at the same time, they grew up as dragon riders who have pretty close relationships with their own dragons. So they kind of see dragons in general as a force that has to be put under the "right" kind of control (ie, subordination, not cooperation).

sooo here's my lil guys!

Oktai (16/17ish) is the younger son of Griselda the Grievous and Chaghatai Khan (yes, I put them together, it just made sense to me, idk). Oktai gets along much better with his dad, who is more easygoing and laid back, whereas mom is suuuper intense. Oktai's sort of the runt of the litter of the warlord kids. He's not a fighter at all - somewhat similar to Hiccup in HTTYD 1, but a lot more cynical and moody. He's extremely jealous of his older brother but also looks up to him. He excels at learning about dragons — specifically how to manipulate them. It upsets him but he tries not to think about it too much cause he's just trying to get by and not piss anyone off, especially his mother. Any time he feels a twinge of empathy he shoves it waaay down. Damn pesky conscience.

Appearance: Medium height and thin. Messy, black shoulder length hair, usually in a ponytail. Light brown, cat-like eyes. Pointed facial features.

Fun fact: Oktai is a Mongolian name that means "he who understands." Yes, this is important.

Oktai is the only one who does not ride a dragon.

Alaric (early 20s) is Oktai's older brother. He's handsome, tall, charismatic, honest, a great fighter, etc, etc. He's brave and a good leader—definitely next in line to lead the Warlords. He adheres strictly to the worldview his parents taught him—that dragons are a force that must be conquered. His father goes about this from more of a "greater good" perspective, whereas his mother wants to do away with any forces that stand in the way of her ability to exercise power. Either way, Alaric is not about questioning his worldview. Whereas Oktai avoids doing so out of fear, Alaric just doesn't understand why anyone would. He believes that they're the good guys. Not like those reckless anarchists on Berk...right?...Right?

Alaric doesn't really understand his baby brother but he looks out for him as best as he can.

Appearance: Tall, broad-shouldered. Long, dark brown hair in a braid. Light brown eyes. Rectangular features. Annoyingly handsome. And his teeth are just like...stupidly perfect. What a show-off.

Fights with a sword and rides a Typhoomerang...I think. Might change that later.

Bjorn (late teens/early 20s) is the older son of Ragnar the Rock. He's tall and beefy...like not muscular—BEEFY. He's kind of an asshole to Oktai but not when Alaric's around. He's very serious and easily-angered. His little sister annoys the hell out of him, but he's still protective of her.

Appearance: Tall, and as previously stated, beefed up. Covered in tattoos. Short, curly ginger hair shaved on the sides.

Fights with a mace and rides a Crimson Goregutter. He really likes the name.

Edda (about 15) You CANNOT stop her, she can only be contained. Younger daughter of Ragnar the Rock. She's mischievous, impulsive, and sneaky. Also tends to be mean to Oktai, but not always on purpose. She kind of just opens her mouth and stuff comes out. Who can keep track?

Appearance: Short with an athletic build. She has a cute baby face (but don't let that fool you. She will set your house on fire). Short, curly ginger hair. Absolutely covered in freckles.

Fights with knives and rides a Raincutter, whom she has secretly named Puddle (they're not supposed to name their dragons). She loved Puddle too much not to name him though.

#httyd #how to train your dragon #httyd ocs #httyd fanfiction #thw rewrite #httyd headcanons #httyd oc

[atcordare]

What’s your opinion on diasomnia kalim ? 🎤

*proceeds shoves microphone onto your face *

Personally think he’ll be the only shining thing in the gothic castle of diasomnia

Nod nod nod I like your words magic man. Very long post about this down here!

The implied core for diasomnia students is that their academical forte is their magic (since they're normally fae) and that they keep an arms length even with the people closer to them- We see this in Malleus never being able to bond with people and having everyone leave him behind, in Silver believing that those in his family are actually people he owes a debt to, in Sebek's view of his loved ones as either his bosses/mentors or his coworkers, in Lilia never letting people know too much about his past, present or future. For Kalim, this is a very interesting concept, because it's not an angle you usually see people use, but I feel like it's very feasible.

Starting from the magic aspect, Kalim's UM makes it so that using water magic is extremely easy for him because it lowers the magic effort needed. I feel like a Diasomnia Kalim would do a similar thing from a different angle: it's not that his UM reduces the magical effort of water magic, it's just that his UM is water-adjacent and the magical effort he uses in general is severely reduced because his magic capacities are larger.

As for him keeping an arm's length at all times... I feel like this is already him. He let's himself be known enough so that people have a slight idea of his problems, but when asked to expand on it he refuses (one of the tap lines of his homescreen dorm uniform goes something like "Hey can I vent? Yea? Cool... (looks sad for a sec and then cheers up) SIKE I haven't had a problem ever", and in his alchemy lines there's one where he gets visibly sad when he's told off by the teacher but tries to play it off, and he only mentions his problems in contexts where the conversations aren't going to focus there and then keeps talking about something else), kind of like creating a mask with the right amount of problems to never be questioned. I don't think he even does this on purpose, since Kalim is not a mastermind, but I believe it's a coping mechanism. His background does support this: its a background that tells him 'hey you should never lower your guard too much around people or they might poison you or kidnap you lol!'

He did trust someone blindly though. To the point where he actively saw him betray him and use him and he left it alone. Because it was Just Jamil and Jamil Would Never. This does get a chance to change after chapter 4, though.

I don't know if it's been implied in any way during chapters 5, 6 or 7 that Kalim's trust in Jamil has been damaged in any way, but I think a Diasomnia Kalim might stem from this happening. He decides (or doesn't decide but his mind does anyway) to not fully trust Jamil again, and this, along with the other change we made on him back there, makes it that he's no longer fit for Scarabia (whoses inhabitants' defining traits seem to be the presence of a mask and (this has been stated ingame) forethinking), but for Diasomnia (he no longer has a mask but a wall, and uh Kalim has never been much of a forethinker anyway). He gets moved into his new dorm at the end of their winter vacations, when chapter 4 ends, and spends the second half of his second year and his third year in Diasomnia working on his magic and trying to cheer up the bunch of emos that have gotten thrown into his dorm.

#There's a kind of cold warmth to diasomnia that I think it's very defining of the dorm #I think it would be interesting seeing Kalim and this vibe fighting for dominance #Will Kalim bend and change or will the dorm cheer up and warm up #God knows #I liked answering this v much #:)

[aenxiome]

Chapter 11 : where do your loyalties lie?

The past few days' events have kept me distracted to the point that I couldn't focus on anything the teachers were saying. I'm sure Mr. Lancer was about to strangle me after I correctly answered the question, "what is an onomatopoeia." It's not like I was doing it on purpose yet; my mind keeps going back to the crystals in my pocket. They still held a chill about them and are ridiculously smooth. Even with them moving around all day in my pocket, I couldn't feel a blemish on them. They're just too important to leave about, and there's no way I'll just throw them away. None of the other teachers called me out Besides Mr. Lancer, so I thought I was in the clear, but apparently, I wasn't being subtle enough as Sam and Tucker cornered me at lunch.

" So dude," Tucker starts while inhaling a barbecue sandwich, " Did you ever find out what was wrong." My eyes flicker between them, and I realize I never told them. " Ah, well, about that," My hand makes its way to the back of my neck as I tell them sheepishly, " Apparently, my core has been changing. It's still an ice core, but it's also changing to be a plasma one. Frostbite says it better than me, but that's pretty much the gist. It will take a few weeks for it to stabilize and things to go back to normal, but it should be okay in the end." The two of them let out a sigh of relief as Sam says, "That's good at least you can get back to Superheroing soon." I scoff at her wording, " I'm not a superhero." Sam rolls her eyes, "Then what do you call beating up ghosts then? After all, you're fighting the "bad guys"; that's what superheroes do."

"What I'm doing is community service." I retort blandly, " after all; it's my fault that the portal opened in the first place. The least I can do is make sure everyone makes it home all right." The three of us sit In silence, the two of them digesting. Tucker gives me a sad look, " you know it's not your responsibility to make sure we're all okay I mean, your parents and Val can take care of some of the small fries." I nod slowly in agreement, "I know, but I worry. I wouldn't want anything to happen to them."They take my words as sincere, but I have to question what I've said. To try to convince myself what I said was true. Well, it's true I wouldn't want Maddie, Jack, or Val to get hurt, but they weren't exactly who I was talking about.

It was the other ghosts.

I know we have our fights, but only a few of them are truly enemies anymore. Most of them, like Johnny and Kitty, just come to blow off some steam. Skulker is just following his obsession. Ember comes for shopping or a quick spar these days, and it's not like Lunch Lady is hurting anybody by volunteering at soup kitchens. I would hate to see them tied up in the lab basement or captured by the GIW. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I ever let that happen, but I can't say that; after all, I'm still supposed to be like them.

" You guys wouldn't believe what happened yesterday," I start to break the silence, " It was so weird, one second, my ghost sense was going off, and the next," I shove my hands in my pocket and take out one of the crystals, " these were coming out of my mouth." Tucker looks in interest as Sam makes a small face of disgust, " that came out of you?" I nod excitedly and start to explain, " yeah, it was so cool–" but I never get the chance to finish as Sam cuts me off, " why would you keep those? That's just gross." My face must have shown something as Tucker cuts off Sam and tries to reassure me, " Well, I, " he says, giving a quick glare to Sam, " think that it's very cool. What do you plan to do with it? I hum in compilation, " I was thinking of making it into a necklace. It's not like I can just get rid of it after all."

" Ooh nice," says Sam, " do you have anyone in mind for who you're going to give it to?" she asks in an expecting voice. " I have a couple of them, so I was planning to give one to Jazz and the other to myself," I say, not taking the bait; Sam seems to accept the answer while Tucker looks confused. "You've never been one for jewelry, man." I take a bite of my food before answering, " well, it's not like I can't try new things, and it's just a necklace, dude; it's not like it's a big deal."

He choked down the rest of his food before leaning into my face looking oddly tired all of a sudden, " I'm just saying, it's like everything is changing with you these days. First, the superpowers," they're not superpowers, " and now it's like everything else about you is changing." I blink at him, baffled, " it's not like im going to stay the same person forever, Tuck," or at least I hope so, " I'm allowed to try new things." He throws his hands up in exasperation as his voice rises, " Im not saying you can't try new things, but it's almost as if your a whole other person these days!"

" I'm not the same person I used to be. I'll admit that" I say calmly, " but I'm still Danny. I'm still your friend; shouldn't that be enough?" He looks at me with conflicted eyes, " you say that but what happened to the guy who would go to the Nasty Burger with me, play Doomed with Sam and me, and watch Dead Teacher movies? Because I haven't seen him in a while." I sighed, " You know I've been busy, and it's not like I don't tell you everything," gesturing to both of them, " hell, half of the time, you're there with me when things go south." He bunches up his fists in frustration, " well then, why don't you make the time to do stuff with us instead of dragging us into your messes!"

" Me, drag you into my messes? When was the last time I did that?" Sam cuts in, " That day with the Ice spike and the other day with the octopuses." I glare at her, " and if you would remember correctly, you were the one who dragged us over there, and you both offered to take care of the octopuses. So it's not like I pushed a thermos into your hands and forced you into anything!"

It wasn't until now that I noticed how loud our conversation had gotten. The whole cafeteria is staring at our table in shock. Probably because the "freaky nerds" have drama, but either way, they're staring. With that realization, it's almost like the world has stopped. Tucker's words fall on deaf ears, and the world feels like it's spinning out of control. The cafeteria just heard me say, " it's not like I pushed a thermos into your hands and forced you into anything!" this could get me into so much trouble. I look between my friends and our audience and can't help myself.

I leave.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #fanfic #fanfiction #ghost #jack fenton #ao3fic #child of the underworld #maddie fenton #danny

[darkleysgarden]

Another Year Here

Warnings: none

Pair: Solomon, Luke, and Simeon

Type: Fluff

Words: 712

Summary: *A work for Solomon's birthday! Happy birthday, my love. ♡🎂*

The exchange program introduces Solomon to Simeon and Luke. His life used to feel empty until he gained a real family.

The two remembered his birthday when he couldn't.

Solomon woke up to a body landing on top of his own.

He startled awake, shooting up. Giggling filled the room. He opened his eyes to adjust to the waking world.

Luke sat on top of him, "You wouldn't wake up when I called your name."

"So you decided to jump on me instead of the next sane option?" Solomon rubbed his eyes.

"Yeah," Luke slid off the bed, "It's the only reasonable next step."

He smiled at the boy, "Is it time for breakfast?"

Luke thought for a second, "I wonder?"

Then he ran off, exiting the room.

Weird.

He stood up, stepping over to his closet. He stood still for a second, blinking away sleep.

He changed out of his pajamas, dressing in his day clothing. He chuckled softly to himself when he was forced to wear a turtle neck. Asmo was a bit wild at times. Though, he did wear turtle necks frequently either way.

He ran his hand through his hair, making it look presentable.

Once he looked decent enough, he exited his room.

Rounding the corned he was shocked at the sheer amount of decorations strung up in the room. Luke and Simeon shot off mini confetti canons, screaming, "Surprise!"

For a second he was confused. Though, it was December, wasn't it?

Solomon smiled, a faint blush on his face, "Thank you, guys."

Luke jumped up, dropping the confetti canon, "I made you a special birthday dessert!"

Luke moved behind him, shoving him towards the table. Solomon struggled to keep his footing but ended up in his seat anyway.

In front of him sat a mini dessert topped with strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. He wasn't sure, though, what exactly the dessert was. But, it looked delicious!

Simeon and Luke sat across from him, watching for a reaction.

He took a bite, relishing in the delicious taste, "Thank you so much, Luke! It's really good!"

Luke tried to look grumpy while secretly happy, holding in a smile, "It's no big deal!......You're welcome, though!"

Almost randomly, Simeon started to sing. Joining in, Luke sang too.

Solomon blushed as they sang Happy Birthday.

As they sang he felt......loved....

Living so many years, most of them alone, a human grows tired and bored. Life was faded and empty.

Yet......

When he was brought to the Devildom for this exchange program....his life gained color.

He'd hardly communicated with Asmo before, and now they're in a loving relationship. Simeon felt like a father figure to him. He hasn't had a father in so long.... Luke has become the little brother he never had.

The Devildomn gives him purpose. He isn't alone anymore. He has a family and a loving boyfriend now. He has a reason to keep going. He isn't just living because he's immortal and has to; he's living because he wants to keep on with all these lovely people.

Solomon stood, moving over to hug the two. Luke squirmed and tried to get away at first, but settled into the hug, "Thank you. I love you so much."

They both said that they loved him too.

He hadn't loved in so long.

The hug was broken eventually.

"I can't believe you guys remembered," He said, breaking the silence.

"Why wouldn't we?" Simeon reasoned.

A pang was sent to his heart. Because most people don't forget their own birthdays. Most people don't forget their parents faces, even if long after their deaths. Most people aren't this forgetful.

He stayed quiet for a bit too long, so Luke changed the subject, "You should open your gifts!"

Solomon nodded. A gift was passed his way. Multiple others were set on the table.

When he opened them, they were all things he loved. Nothing felt better than that. He hadn't even asked for anything, yet they knew exactly what he wanted! That shows that they truly do know him.

The day was amazing. He spent most of it with his roommates, or family, as he liked to say. Then he later hung out with his boyfriend.

He'd gained so much color in his life, so much love.

There was no denying it. This was the best part of his life. And, if anything, it could only get better from here.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #solomon om #solomon obey me #om! solomon #solomon x asmodeus #solodeus #birthday #obey me simeon #shall we date simeon #omswd simeon #luke obey me #obey me luke