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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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ok so um either more harvey like this please or with uh line from prompts: "i'd hate to do this, but you're giving me no choice." because you do him better than me and i would like all of him so yes THANK YOU I LOVE YOU YOU ARE PRECIOUS TO ME 💚

A/N: asdfggh finnie ilysm it's the only reason I'm breaking my own damn rules lmao. The fact you like what little of Two-Face I have actually written to the point of me writing something for him explicitly is absolutely bonkers but anything for you 💚💚

Please bare in mind, dear readers and users, I don't prefer writing for Two-Face/Harvey Dent. I like the character and all but I don't know him incredibly well. I'm just getting by with this because it's my general take on him lmao. So please, please, please don't request him.

This is just a one off thing for a super close and dear friend of mine. If you send a request for Dent I will delete it. I'm sorry but them's the breaks.

Also really didn't have any ideas for this one other than the wee bit I had from this set of headcanons. You don't have to read it, I'll paraphrase it here but in case you're curious rip.

Trigger Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (blowjob, overstimulation, piv intercouse, orgasm denial, rough sex) and strong language

Word Count: 2.0 k

Harvey Dent/Two-Face x Reader - Guilty As Charged

The intimate trial between you and Harvey was stuck at a stalemate.

He had accused you of being far too gorgeous than usual, to the point of distracting him from his work.

However, why must you be punished for something that only comes natural to you? You reserve the right to roam freely in your apartment just as well as he did!

Perhaps it may be easier to just concede, remove yourself from the ever growing tension and he'd be appreciative and all yours once his work was done.

Be that as it may, the better option, you didn't want to concede. You wanted him there and now.

You didn't doubt he wanted you too.

"I'll make you a plea deal, gorgeous." Harvey smirked. His signature coin twirling in-between his rough thick fingers.

"You be good, wait for me in the bedroom. I'll get my work done and I'll be all yours for the rest of the day…"

You defiantly crossed your arms. "And if I refuse?"

A shudder ran down your spine when you heard his other side, Harv chime in. "Ima take you here and now anyway I see fit."

Oh.

Oh shit.

You stood your ground. "Sorry, Harvey…no dice. I'm beautiful and you're just gonna have to deal with it." You smirked.

Harvey sighed heavily, almost guttural. He shook his head, scoffing. He should have known better, you were almost as stubborn as him and he loved you for it. Even if it did make you a pain in the ass sometimes.

He walked over to you around the coffee table in swift strides. Towering over you, he twirled a loose piece of your hair between his fingers, meanwhile he flicked his coin in his other hand.

"We both know I'm guilty…" You mumbled teasingly.

"Oh no I know, just deciding your punishment, gorgeous." He winked.

You hummed softly, expectantly. "I'm certain the punishment will fit the crime?"

The coin landed in Harvey's open palm. He flipped it onto his other hand for good measure. You watch his hands and expression, looking to get a read on the results.

He cups his hand around the coin to keep you from peeking. Harvey clicks his tongue before sighing.

"I hate to do this to you, sweet thing…but you give me no choice." He grumbled.

Harvey pinched your chin between his finger and thumb. He leaned in and gave you a sweet, almost apologetic kiss for what's to come. Although both of you know, either of you are the farthest thing from sorry.

"Get down on your knees, baby." Harv growled under his breath.

Well, time to face the music.

You got on your knees but kept intense eye contact with Harvey. Instinct lead you to place your hands on his thighs, but waited until he gave further instructions. No sense in prolonging your sentence. When the both of you will get yours in the end.

Harvey shoved down the sweatpants and boxer briefs he was wearing, already feeling relief in his groin. He had been getting harder by the minute as he watched you lounge in nothing but a oversized t-shirt and panties. Practically begging for his attention, knowing damn well he was going to be busy today.

You bit your bottom lip to restrain the proud grin from growing along your face as his cock stood at attention just inches from your lips. You put your hands back on his thighs to keep yourself propped on your knees.

“You knew better, knew I’d be busy…” He groaned, his hand folding over the back of your head. Fingers dove into the strands of your hair, he pulled on them slightly, like a jockey to the reigns of their horse. You winced softly at his tight grip.

“And yet you insisted on having my full attention…well gorgeous, is this what you wanted?”

Even if that wasn’t necessarily the truth, in the moment you were willing to accept it as a temporary motive.

“Y-Yes, sir.” You replied meekly.

His grip on the back of your head tightened, pulling the strands from your scalp that more harshly. Yet, you couldn’t deny the damp pool gathering in your underwear.

Using his other hand, Harvey cupped the side of your face and aimed your lips near the bulging head of his dick. You swiped your tongue across your lips before slowly opening your mouth. Harvey took it as a chance to knock the wind out of you, by thrusting his cock into your mouth, his head hitting the back of your throat.

Your nails dug into the skin of his thighs as you groaned around his cock, trying to overcome your gag reflex. As you attempt to swallow, your throat slightly constricts around Harvey’s head and it draws out a groan from him.

You attempt to slowly pull your head away and barely perform a sucking motion, before Harvey tightens the grasp on your hair, causing you to whine around his cock.

“We’re doing this my way, this is your punishment, remember?”

You try your best to nod and muffle out a confirmation, but Harvey didn’t pay any mind. He gradually dragged his dick out from your mouth, painstakingly slow as air slowly started coming back through your mouth and nostrils.

You groaned again as Harvey fully thrusted back into your mouth, head bobbing again against your throat. As he slowly began building up a pace of harshly ramming his cock into your mouth, you picked up tightening your lips and hollowing your cheeks every time he fully sheathed himself into your mouth.

Harvey’s groans and growls were enough sign of not only his appreciation for your efforts but that he was close. You prepared yourself to swallow every last bit and not waste a drop of his cum. Only for him to remove himself from your mouth and remove his hand from the back of your head.

You panted as you were able to finally catch whatever air you could, but you were confused. You swallowed your built up saliva and some of Harvey’s slick when you looked up at him.

Harvey was heaving, catching his own breath as he tried to pull himself back down to Earth.

“A-Ass on the sofa…now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

You got up from your knees and sat down on the couch cushions, ironically where your alleged offense took place from the start.

“Brace yourself on the armrest, gorgeous.”

Your knees sunk into the cushions as your fingertips dug into the armrest of the couch. Harvey’s weight causing the couch to sink under his weight. He grabbed your waist, his touch flaming hot against your skin.

His fingers toyed with the band of your underwear, before gripping it and slowly shedding it from you. If you looked over your shoulder, you could see Harvey’s eyes blown as he saw your slick absolutely pasted to the fabric.

“I see…you’re not one bit remorseful for what you did…” He chuckled into your ear after he tossed your panties to the side. He resumed his grip on your waist, as his knee came up between your legs to spread them wider.

You were a whimpering mess that couldn’t form cohesive sentences or a witty remark even if you wanted to. You just knew you needed him, that you were always guilty of.

You gasped when you felt the searing heat of his cock head rubbing itself between your folds as it collected your wetness there. Between his strong heated body covering you, his warm fingers, and his flaming dick; you were already breaking out into a sweat.

“Ready?” He grumbled just above a whisper before shoving himself fully into you, like he did your mouth just moments ago.

One of his hands shot up to muffle your scream of shock, pain, and eventually pleasure. Harvey didn’t wait nearly as long for you to get accommodated before he started pumping his dick into you. Trying to catch back up to the speed he had going in your mouth.

Your knuckles were turning white from the death grip you had on the couch armrest. You thought for sure you were going to leave imprints in the cushion.

Harvey’s head came to rest between the valley of your neck and shoulder. You could hear and feel every grunt and gasp, which only turned you on that much more. He leaned in and began peppering hot kisses along your skin until he came to the juncture of your neck and shoulder. There he bit down hard, you could feel the skin slightly break.

This only caused you to groan in pleasure more than pain, “H-Harvey!”

Your walls continued to convulse. Tightening around him whenever he fully thrusted into you, especially so when he would hit your cervix. You could feel yourself getting bounded tighter and tighter by your nerves, about to combust, apparently so could Harvey…

He thrusted out abruptly and didn’t plunge back in like before.

“No, no, no, no…Harrveeyy..” You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, you were so close to that apex of pleasure.

You whimpered as he bit down on just below your earlobe and the start of your jawline. “You must’ve forgotten this is a punishment, doll…”

“I-I’m sorry, I-I’ll be good, I promise…please, baby…” You whined pleadingly. As if you were trying to get out of doing a lifer’s time in the penitentiary.

“Is that an admission?” He tapped the tip along your damp folds.

“Yes, yes, I’m guilty, I’m so sorry, please…please…” You groaned. “I-I’ll be good, sir, please just let–AH!”

Your pleas were cut short by your cry of pleasure as your cunt was occupied by his cock, once again.

“This what you wanted?”

You nodded so fast and hard your head could have popped off. “Y-Yes, oh God, yes…oohh please, please!”

Harvey brought one of his hands back up to your face. He brought your face to the side to face his, he leaned in and kissed you passionately. As your tongues swirled, mouths vibrating from your moans. Harvey began thrusting in and out of you again, slowly but surely building the pace back up.

His other hand went up your shirt and strongly grasped one of your tits, pinching the nipple there and rolling it in between his fingers.

You thrusted your hips backwards to meet his thrusts, your walls tightening again, strangling his cock like a vice.

“H-H-Harvey…mmm..I-I-” Your statement was cut off by your cries of pure ecstasy. Every cell in your body was vibrating just beneath your skin causing goosebumps to appear on your sweaty sticky skin.

Yet, Harvey never let up. The hot friction, his cock fully splitting you open again and again, even after your orgasm.

“H-Harvey! I-I-ah…”

“I know you’ve got one more for me, baby…make sure you remember this…” He panted into your ear. One hand went to grip your waist while the other met your mound.

You couldn’t stop the tears as your nerves were electrified tenfold from your previous orgasm. You felt the knot in your stomach churn again, waiting to come unraveled. As much as you couldn’t stand it, you couldn’t handle it if he stopped again.

A silent scream left you as you felt Harvey roll small short circles on your clit. Your legs and arms began shaking as you felt another numbing wave come over your body. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your body instinctively trying to pull away from the overstimulation, but Harvey’s grip made you ride every last crashing wave.

Everything was white for a moment. Your vision a blinding white. White noise softly buzzing in your ear. No words, thoughts, or feelings except satisfaction and exhaustion began to overcome you. Whimpers fell from your lips as Harvey slowly removed himself from you one last time. His seed mixed with your slick slipping out from between your folds.

You collapsed onto the couch, your back to the cushions and your head against the arm rest you were holding onto dear life for a minute ago. Your legs still shaking from the aftershock.

You didn’t even notice Harvey had got up and retrieved a damp towel and water bottle for you. You flinched as he began wiping you clean.

“Doing time does a number on you, huh, gorgeous?” He chuckled, breathless himself.

You hummed, chuckling softly. “Something tells me the judge enjoyed the time served just as much as I did…”

Harvey scoffed with a side shrug. “Hm, guilty as charged.”

#ri writes #don't ask why I know so much legal lingo...#I watch a lot of crime tv #lmao #i had one chance to put it into use #okay?#even if it was cringe rip #two face x reader #harvey dent x reader #two face x reader smut #harvey dent x reader smut

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its-tiamat · 2 years

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hi hi!! i found your blog and i am falling in loveee >< your writing is so good and adorable aaahhh they're really fun to read too!! i see that the request is open, so... i'd like to request some hcs if it's okay heheh. well... so, i'd like to req hawks, katsuki, and dabi (is it alright if i request three characters??) with a s/o who is an airhead, sort of happy-go-lucky person, who likes to ask random questions like "what if the chicken i am eating right now was your chicken's sibling? or worse, mother??" when they're eating dinner.

i hope my request is not confusing >< thank you sooo much! I hope you have a great day!! 🌟🌟

|| WITH AN AIRHEAD S/O ||

ok anon, SO, beside thanking you from the bottom of my heart for all the kind things you just said, I LOVE THIS PROMPT. If you ever feel comfortable enough to text me, pls do it. Like, you just gave me a genius tier prompt and two of my fave characters to work with so I'd just give you the biggest kiss rn. Also, requesting three characters is super fine (It's the ideal number! I love you!) and encouraged, so I'm sure I'm working with someone you like.

Pairings: dabi × reader • bakugo × reader • hawks × reader

To be honest, at first Toya was kinda worried about you being such an airhead. But that also means you're comfortable enough to speak your mind around him, right? He won't complain.

You love the concerned look he gives you when you do or say something weird. "You were talking in your sleep last night," he said once, while you were having lunch at your place. "Huh? What did I say?" you asked.

Toya lifted his shoulders: "you turned to look at me and said: I realized why it's called breakfast, because it breaks the fast. I mean you're not wrong but-"

"Love. I was fully awake. I was talking with you."

"...ah."

Don't keep asking him which food he can cook best with his quirk, please. The answer is none.

He must admit it though, your questions made him so curious. He tried to cook bacon while you weren't at home once.

It tasted like coal.

Also let's not forget, he's still a villain. Thinking out loud, you once asked him what would happen if he donated his hair and whoever used the wig committed a crime, leaving his DNA on the crime scene.

"Honey," he huffed, "my DNA is already on half of the crime scenes in this city. Honestly, I wouldn't worry that much."

It kinda froze your blood. Welp. That's the good ol' fuck around and find out. Maybe if you ever commit a crime you should drop some of his hair to the ground. Just in case.

Bakugo used to be. So damn annoyed by your random thoughts. And his reactions are so fun that you tried to film them a couple of times.

"Do you ever think about the fact that the bus we are in is powered by decomposed dinosaurs?"

"No? What the hell, Y/n. Wait, are you filming this?"

"Nah, why would I film it? By the way, do you ever think that maybe the water you're drinking right now has been into like, someone famous? All Might, maybe."

Bakugo almost spat water over the old lady that was sitting in front of you that time. What the hell was wrong with your brain?

You couldn't deny it, annoying him is part of the fun, especially when you manage to break his tough exterior, taking him by surprise. He's been catching up lately though, and he tries to answer your questions.

"Katsuki? I have a question."

"Please, tell me it's not one of your weird ass questions, huh. It would be the third today!" He said, holding up his head with one of his fists.

"No, it's a serious one. You know how electricity runs through water right?" you asked.

"Yep," Bakugo looked at you, "another weird ass question. I knew it."

"How do fish survive when a lightning strikes the sea?" Bakugo's eyes widened. How did the fish survive? Shit, he didn't know either. With a groan, he took his phone "I gotta look this one up."

(just for the record, they don't survive :( the ones closer to the point where it strikes die because of the electric impulse, and more die because of the shock wave resulting from it. I was too curious and had to look it up too lol.)

Keigo, on the other hand, loves your stupid ass questions. He's so on board with that.

Mostly because his head is at least as weird as yours, so even when you ask him what his favorite brand of milk is, he has a straight answer for you. Why shouldn't he have a favorite brand of milk after all? It's the one that complements better your favorite cookies.

You both startle each other with weird facts and questions lol. It gets to the point where it looks like a competition.

"What if the chicken I'm eating right now is the sibling of the chicken you're eating?" you blurted once while you were out eating at your favorite yakitori place. His eyes kept moving from his plate, to you, to your plate. "What if my chicken is the mother of your chicken? That would be even worse!" He exclaimed. You shrugged. "At least they got to be cooked together, right?" He nodded, and went back to eating.

You love how your random thoughts just make sense to him, and how your vibes are reciprocated.

Once, while you were cuddling, he asked you: "Y/n, don't you think some word just sound...plastic? forged? I really don't know how to describe it." You shifted in his arms to look at him "like, they sound fake?"

He nodded: "Like elbow, or aardvark."

"Like harpoon?"

"Yes! You get it, love"

masterlist

#mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #dabi headcanons #katsuki bakugo headcanons #hawks headcanons #toya todoroki #mha dabi #keigo takami #mha hawks #bakugo katsuki #mha fluff

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luvdalkxdlk · 5 months

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Makoto Kagutsuchi Ideas

AAARGH. I finished watching Rain Code like a few days ago, and I'm still not over Makoto Kagutsuchi. He was like this absolute silly boy and then chapter 5 was like OMG. And then he became my top 1. Then, I went to fanfics, and then started writing a bit of my own although it's just ideas stage. I absolutely do not want to go deeper by publishing the stuff but I need an outlet and hope that you find the stuff so you can comment or whatever. If you want me to expand on some ideas, I will be happy to and hope you tell me your own thoughts because brainrot ain't going away and I want someone to talk to about this absolute madman. Peace Is An Illusion: Title comes from ideas when Makoto kept getting visited by the Peacekeepers. Honestly, I want to explore that especially with Yomi because the power balance and dynamic is just too interesting. I'm also curious about how Makoto got the Peacekeepers to turn on Yomi at Chapter 4 and while I have an idea, I haven't written far enough yet. Here's the first snippet for fun.

Makoto valued privacy but he really couldn't do anything when a certain group of people loved to break it. The only consolation he felt was that Yomi Hellsmile walked in on Makoto Katsuguchi exploding the kitchen.

"What the fuck?!" Makoto had heard Yomi shouted when he turned around from the smoking oven and holding out a blackened tray to see unexpected visitors in the form of the Director and backup.

"Oh hello Yomi," Makoto took in stride of such an unexpected and frankly unwelcome drop in, "I was just trying to bake cookies for myself. Since you are here, would you like to try some?"

He could see Yomi looking at the disaster of a kitchen and then the surprisingly normal looking cookies that resulted from it. Makoto could sense the apprehension and the hard refusal on his lips that would come up if Makoto had not continued, almost shoving the tray their way.

"Please don't be shy. What kind of host would I be if I at least didn't offer something to my guests. Before we start something, why not indulge on this hospitality?" Makoto asked.

It was easy to see Yomi warring between just upending the tray while calling it bullshit and just taking the damn cookie because this hospitality could also equate to slight servitude to Yomi, with Makoto serving him something. Petty, Makoto knew, but Yomi always liked being superior and if it meant indulging pettiness, why not?

In the end, just as Makoto hoped and expected, Yomi aggressively took a cookie, bit into it and then with an odd look on his face while looking around, he went to the kitchen sink and puked his guts out.

That would be disgusting to clean up but in Makoto's own childish pettiness that he wanted to indulge when he was born without experiencing it ever, it was totally worth it. -Totally funny too, not gonna lie but that's all I have for now. I want him to meet Seth, Martina, Guillaume and other Peacekeepers just barging in and explore everything with Yomi, about fear, survival and power balances, you know?

My Other Half and How I'm Never Made Whole: This one is more on the nose. I LOVE the dynamic between Yuma and Makoto. Original and clone dynamics send me and I just want to explore what could be love (platonically of course), hate, friendship, family, loneliness. EVERYTHING. I'm not sure how I want to go with this one but I have a nice snippet.

Thanks to the Peacekeepers, Makoto could never really trust his own subordinates despite his love for the city. Technology was far more reliable and less likely to betray, that even at the top of the tower he would have a far better worldview of this city than the Peacekeepers ever would.

It was how he was able to keep tabs on the Nocturnal Detective Agency and their skirmishes against the Peacekeepers. It was thanks to gut feeling and deductions after the latest defeat against the Peacekeepers wrought from the Director's beloved right hand that he had found himself idling around the submarine they call agency.

He was unsurprised when the submarine blew up, unable to stop the destruction even when he was able to. He would not ruin the delicate balance that he had with the Peacekeepers, not yet considering Yomi's unpredictability and volatileness. He had only managed to minimize damage, that will undoubtedly infuriate Yomi against Martina considering it was far out of his scope of ruthlessness.

Whatever happens with the Peacekeepers will stay with the Peacekeepers for now, when he had bigger fish to fry... pun not intended considering the blown up submarine on the river. As a homunculus to Number One of the WDO, he had more faith that Master Detectives with amazing Fortes would undoubtedly come out of this unscathed considering the training they undergone.

He was far more concerned with Yuma, his original. Wiped off all memories, making a pact with a death god that he can be sure of considering his own, albeit outdated, memories and knowledge about the WDO and the mysterious death of the culprits so far with the one main factor being Yuma himself.

The original had lost way more memories than the clone had thought, regressing from WDO training and cases that had built him up to this day. Possessing more naivete and less survival skills than the day Makoto was born, the chances of his survival was at a lower rate that Makoto couldn't have. No matter how he felt about the original, every detective was useful to him in this current state of affairs. No matter what Number One had planned against his clone, he needed to ensure his survival.

The Book of Death was interesting, and only outsiders could topple the structure that Yomi was hellbent on keeping. Number One on the scene would surely ensure success, despite the utter lack of memories when considering Makoto's own success.

-I also have another snippet really separate, mostly to explain why we met Makoto taking a bath of all things: While waiting for Number One, or him going by Yuma Kokohead these days, to wake up, Makoto ended up going to the bath, cleaning himself up from the impromptu dive so that his original didn't end up swimming with the fishes.

My Love For This City and How They Love Me: I love Makoto, don't get me wrong. But do I seriously believe that Kanai Ward simply accepted the fact they were homunculus and just straight up voted Makoto as their leader. Nah, there definitely had to be some dispute because Dohya District and their hate on Amaterasu although it was more on the Peacekeepers, and even at the epilogue, I think there is some dissent but I also believe that Makoto had done enough to earn the belief that made him their leader too. I love him, but I want explanations, you know? So it's completely plausible a lot has happened in the month-ish between chapter 5 and that epilogue. I have a snippet right here, about the time that Makoto was voted in as the leader, and he invited Kurumi up there, as an informant and citizen just to have an understanding why.

"Why would the people put me back in the CEO position? Why would you want me as your leader?" Makoto asked Kurumi, immediately after the results came out. He had invited her in his pent house, having tea and simply checking up on her after the incident in the restricted area.

Despite Makoto's high position as Amaterasu Cooperation, the company was never really a government to this city in the first place, having ushered a tyrannical era upon them thanks to the Peacekeeper's hands in the beginning. Only workers and a fair few people had an inkling of an idea who the CEO is and the rest had only been shocked, such as Yakou Furio and Kurumi Wendy, when the CEO of the big bad company had turned out to be a masked weirdo.

[I kinda want to put a lot of dialogue here but don't know how so it's a bit of a skip after a heavy conversation, yeah?]

Kurumi smiled, as if everything made sense but Makoto found it damning, somehow shouldering the fact that he had to continue this position, always in authority and decision until the rest of his kin could take him no more, was the atonement expected of his crime. A more lucrative one in comparison to simply giving himself over the UG.

Makoto might say he love Kanai ward and the homunculi might say they put their belief on him, but the words were superficial, with deeper meaning all too twisted underneath it.

After all, Makoto's love was not unconditional, considering how he would protect only the innocent but had no problem slaughtering criminals and getting rid of useful pawns for the greater good in extremely black and white thinking to preserve the city.

And Kanai Ward's belief in Makoto was not for the person he was but for the experience and resources he had garnered as the perfect homunculus and CEO. For the blackmail against the UG for the better life that they had all desired the moment their lives turned upside down with isolation that he thought was for their own good and got turned around now with the newfound knowledge and the idealism that they could only improve from here. For his wits and genius that could be taken advantage for a better livelihood.

It didn't hurt that unlike Yomi, Makoto was more affable of a person despite his workers having a taste of his eccentricities.

Makoto was far from stupid, knowing that his position was never out of love and belief, something that can easily be taken away if he ever turn the wrong path or was no longer useful to them. It was his atonement, to make himself useful in lieu of his crimes that had garnered some sympathy because they all knew he did this for the survival of his own kind but were still unforgivable for the utter lack of humanity even if it was to accommodate for the differences their kind simply had.

The city wanted to live instead of survive. It wanted to flourish instead of stagnate. Now that they know, they believed that they could turn things around. They had rallied and used Makoto as their banner. This time around, even in his position, he was not the only one holding the reins, with people who knew of their plight trying to use their own resources and knowledge that Makoto did not possess on top of Makoto's own.

'Let's see where this idealism takes us,' Makoto thought, unsure that it would even lead to a perfect solution because they still had the UG themselves to contend against but with the city in the know and on his side...

Maybe the original actually made sense with this proposal despite Makoto's own doubts.

Little did he know, he was being observed by Kurumi who had a soft smile on her face when she saw Makoto deep in thought, his eyes always to the state of the city and that softening in his posture and eyes just at the sight of the city.

Makoto was by all means not perfect but considering their entire situation, the burdens he had carried for their survival was endearing and touching. Even through their shock, they had an inkling about how much Makoto had cared about them, about their kind.

Makoto would not know about this now, but although it was not smooth sailing, everyone came to an unanimous decision of Makoto's leadership, for one reason alone.

The obvious love for their city, and despite everything, that had been enough for everyone to give this a go. He might not believe that yet, but at least for now, the citizens do.

-I get it might be more complicated than that, but as Makoto said, homunculus had a right to live despite their defectiveness and even if they had commit monstrosities that they still have to wrap their head around, they never asked to be made. And yet, they still want to survive. Survival has always been a base instinct until it's not, no matter the cost. I think that's why Makoto had lived as the perfect homunculus and why Kanai Ward is still standing by the epilogue. There might be times where we want to end things, but more often than not, we still continue out of opportunities, possibilities, dreams etc. At least that's my take and I might be wrong, but simple idealism, I guess.

Can Never Be Seen, Can Never Take Off The Mask: I don't have snippets but I kinda want to explore how Makoto lived with the UG, how he realized he was a homunculus and that he was simply a doppelganger out of an original. How he started wearing masks because he didn't want to be anything like his original, down to the appearance etc. Something like that. What do you think?

Can Never Save All, And Thus Opposition Is Born: I think that the Resistance should be known more, and how they would feel about the CEO, who in their eyes, might be incompetent for letting the Peacekeepers have their way. How his sudden rise was suspicious. Or something. Makoto might love the city, but even with the power imbalances and the rise of Peacekeepers that Makoto had simply been too late to stop or could have never in the first place, that love did not reach deep enough to help the slums become a better place. I get that nothing is perfect, and Makoto might have his hands full as one person, only sticking to basic survival and preservation but it does make the love a little shallow. I don't discount what Makoto has done but I don't want to ignore stuff like this either. It's something that could be explored.

I See A Reflection But It Is Not Me: I AM SICK FOR MAKOTO AND YUMA DYNAMIC. I am utterly attempted to make a Gab version or Danganronpa Friendship reports, whatever, just to have those two interact more. Even if it would be borderline AU. Just let me do it T_T

No titles yet, and in the maybe but a part of me wanted to explore Fink the Artist, Yakou Furio, Makoto and Yomi. That whole debacle, because what do you mean Makoto introduced a hitman to Yakou??? OK, I know that Yomi had instigated, and Yakou went through with it despite the obvious trap? But Makoto fanning the flames??? I love Makoto, but I won't justify him I promise. He had done a lot of evil shit and he's still my favorite. Ugh... it feels like Kokichi Ouma all over again, but Yakou Furio was still not innocent in all of this. Even instigated or the flames are fanned, he could have turned back and find a better way than killing Dr. Huesca out of his wife's memory. Well, the whole thing was a total mess and it hurts. Chapter 4 still kills us all, and everyone is equally innocent and guilty in all this except for Yomi who can go to hell for this. Point is, I kinda want to imagine a scene with Yakou, Makoto and the hitman. Everyone's thoughts on the matter and despite everything, Makoto loves the innocent of the city the most and at that point, Yakou was. Even when he wanted to fan the flames, a part of me wondered whether there was a crack of doubt to make Yakou turn back from all this, an 'Are you sure?' and Yakou still doing it anyway. I mean, that man is insane because I could not believe going through mental trauma of getting poisoned, electrocuted (even if not in that timeline) and then just stabbed all in order for vengeance, in memory of his wife. That's just dedication. My take in all of it but Chapter 4 and the feels, yeah? If only one person had just stopped to think, except for Yomi coz he would 100% go through with it the bastard.

Well, that's it and I hope you leave comments coz I need someone to scream about Makoto with me. PLEASE. I'm still not over him.

#makoto kagutsuchi #mdarc #mdarc spoilers #drabbles #peacekeepers #detectives #brainrot #need an outlet #so sick over him #need to let go #help me

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Ooh I'm curious, how do you write Aveline?

basically, with growth.

because the kirkwall crew is a family and i firmly believe they all help each other learn and grow, and i am standing by that. because it just doesn’t make sense in the context of da2’s narrative for them to not all be genuine friends who genuinely love each other.

so my take is probably going to be a bit skewed because i always play mage hawke, but i imagine that for a warrior or rogue hawke then aveline’s time with bethany could also work.

so pretty much i see the aveline we first met as being fairly cringe, yes. i mean, the woman married a templar, and i fully get and support that being a criticism. it’s not great, for sure. but that could have been ignorance born from privilege, and that doesn’t make it okay but it also doesn’t mean she can’t change and that wesley’s untimely death coinciding with her damn near straight up joining the hawke family doesn’t mark something of a clean slate for her.

but then she gets to kirkwall, again basically as a hawke (i mean, doesn’t she also get into the city through gamlen’s bribe connections along with the surviving hawkes?), and joins the guard. which is also…a thing, but i’ll get to that. but as a fereldan refugee in kirkwall, she should see right away what oppression looks like first hand. and while it shouldn’t take experiencing oppression to care about it, i like to think that she did start to open her eyes to the bigger picture as a result of how she’s treated in kirkwall. on two separate occasions jeven calls her “fereldan bitch” and “the fereldan with the orlesian name,” and the latter is spit out with every bit the same amount of vitriol. so now in a world where she’s not only experiencing being so grossly othered and treated differently for reasons outside of her control but is also hanging out with mages all the time, that ought to be a wake up call.

she also has a strong sense of justice, almost if not as great as anders’s, hers is just misguided. but it doesn’t have to be? maybe in the beginning when she’s still stuck in not knowing fuck about shit regarding the plight of mages, but by the end of act 1 she should have a pretty good idea of what three members of this found family she’s stumbled into risk every single day just by existing. and honestly? she should respect the living fuck out of anders for what he risks in helping people and what he means to other fereldan refugees. because she, albeit not to the same degree, should understand how hard life in kirkwall is for people like them. add that strong sense of justice and the compassion that should have grown from her experiences and her friends’ experiences, and she should eventually be able to see how fucked up the world around her really is. and maybe it takes a minute because she’s stubborn as hell, but as far as i see it she simply cannot live this life without changing her perspective on some things.

there is one point where she talks about not really believing in the maker and hawke can say, “but you married a templar,” to which aveline will respond, “i married a man,” as if to say his being a templar wasn’t really a consideration. and i don’t remember what act that’s in but i will acknowledge it is not a great look, and it isn’t necessarily an excuse but that probably gets entwined with grief and if you add a crisis of conscience because of her previous world view being turned completely on its head to that and how that could affect her grief…that could have been really interesting to explore! but we all know better than to think bioware would offer us anything that deep.

and yes, she joins the city guard, so it is with a heavy heart that i must acknowledge acab applies to aveline. but i also like to imagine that maybe at first she believed in what she was doing, but through her time with hawke (or bethany), anders, and merrill, she starts to recognize how what her job asks of her can actually be so very wrong, and that she adjusts to this accordingly. i think varric writes her the way he does so she can keep her job, because in my head she starts using her position to try to help people. anders makes a comment about her term as captain not being mage-friendly, but what if that’s just varric on his bullshit? what if she actually does let mages escape when they haven’t done anything wrong, and that’s why varric wants to protect her position? and she’ll kill templars with you if you need to fight any while she’s in your party, so who’s to say she couldn’t do that when she catches templar abuse while on patrol? so what if that’s why varric has anders and aveline at each other’s throats all the time, and maybe that’s why she’s so awful about things like the elves the arishok is protecting in act 2. (also she’s so mean to isabela because she’s jealous of her. which is still bad, but also something she can grow out of and apologize for. and then you also find them drinking and laughing together in the barracks at one point, so…bioware just really had no idea what they were doing, did they?)

and yes i know just about all of this is a massive reach, but i feel like bioware kind of forces us to reach with this game. like, if anyone in your party hates each other or actively works to hurt each other in da:o or da:i, then that still sucks but it also doesn’t make as little sense as it does for your friends to not be friends in da2. seriously, bioware, these people weren’t joined together for some higher calling, they’re just a group of lovable assholes who somehow keep ending up in world-altering trouble. but for them, unlike the other games, their companionship is about being friends first and accidentally being put in charge of fixing all of kirkwall’s problems second. we do not need it to be so volatile between them all the time, bioware, it does not make any sense!

and thank god for da2 being a tale within a tale and varric canonically being a huge liar, so we can take this story and do whatever we want with it, including making friends friends!

sorry this got so long, i just…have feelings, lol.

anyway, bioware’s shitty characterizations and character dynamics and general writing are so sad, alexa play “we are family”

#the trash makes noise #bizarreshark #aveline vallen #dragon age #dragon age ii

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Hey my favourite Kelvin writer 🥰

I really love your analysis (and of course all the stories you write) of Kelvin and I was wondering what type of music do you think Kelvin listens to? And what style of clothes would result from that?

I have this idea (or more like a wish/obsession) in my head that he'd listen to rock and metal 😏 maybe not death metal but at least some metalcore and, probably due to me being a Rockabella irl, I so wish for Kelvin to listen to some nice classic and 50s rock while maybe dressing up slightly into that direction. You know those jeans, converse sneakers (or boots) and maybe a tight white t-shirt combined with a leather jacket or something cuter like a white shirt, suspenders and a bow tie. It would look so cute on him 😍

What are your thoughts on this? I'm so curious 😁

Hello Raven! The amazing writer Raven uwu a honor! ♥

Do you want me to analize and do THEORIES? AGAIN? I sadly can't do that now... I'm actually too busy to OK HEAR ME OUT

I fully damn agree with you and is fully my headcannon. With the 0.5% of what we can hear of the music he is listening on the helicopter, it have a rhythm more inclined to the rock side, specially since we can listening what it seems to be the drums. Also, as a metal head myself, we can't literally don't listening some rock in a place so metal as a fucking helicopter, I mean, come on, is like say that you love candies and you don't eat one in a trip. Also there is nothing more metal and rad and punk that just listen rock in a middle of a mission as you give 43 fucks about the orders?

He is like "pfff orders? I will see what the fuck I do on land, let me smash this blast against my ears OMG I'M DEAF NOW, what they said about don't hear metal too high to not break my ears was TRUE!"

He seems like rock- punk rock for me, probably some metal in his hard days, specially glam metal like Motley Crue. He also seems to have a (very obvious) soft side, so I guess, in his softie days, he would be listening soft rock, some Queen and Bowie, and full romantics guitars songs country style to which he would fully want to badly slow dance with his SO.

And I think he would secretly likes 80's Disco. I mean, he have the face of someone who drink a beer more of the usual and end crying af and half bad singing Total Eclipse Of The Heart by Bonnie Tyler. Kelvin is the kind of dude who play (badly) to be a hardcore but sing "I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world ♫" with the headphones at max, vacumming the living room, dressed in dark colors with the pastel color apron of his wife/partner.

Kelvin is the kind of dude who will say that certain pop song is too mainstream for his taste but will have it hidden in an album in Spotify. He would pretend is too metal punk pure blood but will have a favorite reggaeton, and he will love it, and dance it hidden in the bathroom as try to twerk to the mirror.

He would listen a variety of genders because he loves music, but he would never confess it because he have a hard appearance to maintain (even when he is a softie, but well, mostly of the most metal punk heads are fucking softies).

And clothes? SAME, VERY AGREE. Early rock style, very Travolta style (I think he would be a mega fan of the movies of the young Travolta, like Saturday Night Fever and Pulp Fiction). Specially if is in a "playfull party mood".

I think he would normally wear something cool and chill, but definitely with a leather jacket like:

In lazy/ too busy to be cool days, he would be pretty basic: hoodie and done, move on. But his wardrobe would be the most basic boring color palette, like, boy would have 25 shades of grey, black, dark blue and brown. A miracle is find something dark green or even red. Boring ass. Jeans, jeans jeans jeans... baby you have only jeans??? (he would say no and pull a pair of the most basic black pants ever)

He would totally have ONE good fancy jacket like this and will be the most formal clothes he can have (before jump to full wedding/funeral black suit that he would have because being militar he would totally assist to way too many funerals)

So... YEAH lmao I again get lost in the theories XD Was super fun tho! Thanks for the ask! I love you a tooooooooooon ♥

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By the way, this kind of random crap would be also his style. Funny random unexpected trash that he would send you a Saturday at 2am because is drunk but is thinking about you.

#sotf kelvin #kelvin #sons of the forest kelvin #sons of the forest

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This is probably an idiotic question, but how much do you think Chad/Sophia and Milo/Alexis being in love in real life and that chemistry naturally translating onscreen has to do with why you ship brucas and literati: not a factor whatsoever, a small factor, a mid-sized factor, or a major factor?! I never thought it impacted why I shipped either of them but, honestly, on paper both ships are 'eh' to me and the writing has me cringing at points, but somehow when I actually WATCH them my heart is like 'yup, no matter what your brain says, we want these people together' and I really do think the actors' chemistry factors into that a lot more than I had realized. (The reverse is often true too---like my brain *wants* to ship brulian because they're a 'healthier' ship and Julian gave Brooke her fairy tale ending and all that but my heart is like 'eh, sorry, just not feeling it.') I swear there are a few Gilmore Girls scenes where I'm like 'that's not even Rory and Jess---you can tell by the tone and expression that it's Milo and Alexis lol' and same goes for Chad and Sophia when I rewatch parts of OTH. So I would say the actors' real life love coming through onscreen influences my shipping both those couples a lot, or at least more than I'd realized before. I'm so curious what your take is!

I would personally say that the chemistry has a massive impact. Not necessarily the real life relationships, though I'm sure for some that was part of the fun. Oftentimes, when fictional couples turn into real life couples, both the on screen and off screen dynamics are shipped simultaneously. I mean, it especially plays a large role in terms of Rory's relationship with Jess and their continued popularity. Their on screen relationship didn't last long at all. Milo choosing to leave at the end of season 3 and only appearing sparingly after that meant Rory and Jess never got a proper second chance or even a semblance of one beyond one kiss in season 6. Yet, their relationship is massively popular and touched so many fans. It's the definitive Rory romance even though she dated both Dean and Logan for longer. While Jess got a big push considering he was a real character with his own arc and story lines as opposed to Dean and Logan who primarily revolved around Rory with little things happening in their lives here and there (Dean's failed marriage, Logan's constant battle with Mitchum) that Rory would typically be there to observe, it's undeniable that what they shared on screen can't really be described as a successful romance. Both Rory and Jess had good intentions, but Jess also had a lot of problems that he needed to work through. He genuinely loved Rory, wanted to make her happy, and seemed committed to staying together after high school, but then his personal demons got in the way. So as a result, Jess let Rory down and failed to properly communicate the things that could have brought them closer as a couple. But, damn. The chemistry.

You see little moments like this on the show and also out of context in so many edits. You almost forget how badly things ended. Because how can you not love them?! And back to the chemistry. It never felt as natural with Rory's other boyfriends. I think it was more believable with Logan than Dean, but overall this looked effortless.

Also, Chad and Sophia. Good god. I don't know specifics about Milo and Alexis, but by all accounts Chad and Sophia's short-lived marriage ended in complete disaster to the point it's widely speculated that it played a role in how the endgames played out contrary to what everyone behind the scenes claims. Whatever Brooke and Lucas were intended to be in any given season (and I personally think that during season 2 at the least they might have been endgame), their chemistry far outshone the official Lucas/Peyton pairing. It was just so raw, you know?

These are all different phases. Through their initial relationship to the separating/divorcing era to firmly divorced, that chemistry never went away. Even when the underlying subtext isn't supposed to equal Brucas, the fact their love was once real off screen meant that it never 100% went away. Lucas could say a million lines about what Peyton means to him and how he's never been happier, but it never packed the same punch as the look on his face when he's around Brooke. And I'm not stupid. This is not pro-Chad and Sophia. The man got engaged to a high school senior. I'm not here to debate his real life thoughts and feelings for his ex-wife. I'm also aware acting exists. But if we're talking about real life relationships and on screen chemistry, it's relevant. For them at least, what went down in real life made the love story between Brooke and Lucas feel real.

As for Brooke and Julian/Sophia and Austin, it's interesting how it all kind of inverted. This is a good example of how other times, what's happening in real life doesn't make a difference in regards to on screen couples. On screen, Brooke and Julian were perfectly fine. I'd probably say they had the most heat in season 6 when Sophia and Austin were still figuring out whether they wanted to be together, but the Brooke/Julian relationship overall never had the same passion and effortless on screen affection. It never looked as put on as Lucas/Peyton scenes, but it was never exciting. So I definitely see what you're saying. On paper, Brooke and Julian was the right ending. It was evident how much Julian loved Brooke and that they'd formed an incredibly strong relationship throughout seasons 6-9. But because of the differences in chemistry, it doesn't feel quite as impactful. With Brooke and Lucas, it's like their love for one another is so overwhelming and impossible to turn off even when they want to. With Brooke and Julian, they love each other and it's really nice to have that comforting love after years of failed romances. But it's not necessarily the romance that jumps out.

See, this is very sweet. They're doing everything right. But it's just not the same.

#Anonymous #Long post #Not my gifs

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what do you think are the pros and cons of including the boys island in s2? before going into the season i definitely was curious and kind of excited! their scenes really highlighted the girls and how much better they handled being on the island than the boys were, but damn a lot of their scenes felt just so unneeded... what do you hope to see between the boys/girls or them separately in s3?

Idk if I could ever give a comprehensive pros/cons list, but I do think they show, not only that the girls handled their situation better, but how Gretchen tries to stack the deck against them to get results she wants. Like I feel like obviously boys had to be involved for Gretchen to show the girls are better, but then again, whatever Gretchen's doing is crazy. Won't even pretend like I know what's going on.

I feel like the boys genuinely had a lot of potential. I think their story could've been executed better. I've said before, I think the writers have made questionable choices this season. Seth's backstory is completely unnecessary. I was just talking with a friend about how if Seth had to have a backstory, it really should've been Henry's backstory and through Henry's eyes. The flashbacks in general didn't do it for me this time around. The writers tried to do too much and not enough at the same time.

The ending of s2 made complete sense to me. I was excited for it, actually. New people = a fuck ton of conflict in lots of ways. Who tries to step up to lead? Who do the others accept to lead them? Potential romantic tensions. New survival situations that force them to get over their personal shit and work together so they don't, you know, die. I'm torn between my desire to see the boys and girls mingle (and actually develop the boys more?) and having them stay the fuck away from each other so I can have Leatin lmao.

#1 s3 priority: Leatin

#2 s3 priority: A VARIETY OF RELATIONSHIPS PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. By this I mean I wanna see friendships develop more (between all the girls, between the boys, even new friendships between the girls and boys), and I wanna see Nora and Rachel's reunion because their sibling dynamic is top tier and because there's so much unresolved shit with them. Give us all the character development + relationships please. Plus I wanna see them all get out and reunite with loved ones or go home together.

#3 s3 priority: make shit make sense?? please??

Alright that's what I've got for now. Sorry for writing an essay lmao

#Anonymous #the wilds spoilers

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I have been surviving on pure, distilled Copium for the past year and probably will forever. But here is how I have managed to rationalize not being on the Roosmav server, or at least not missing the sniveling coward I had once been while I had the privilege of being on there:

Bottom!Mav conversation: If I wanted to see bottom!Mav conversation that didn't result in fic, I could just go over to twitter. In the meantime, I should just be grateful that people still write bottom!Mav fic for me to enjoy, and I am very appreciative of that. My God, Fuddle's MommyMav longfic got me through some of my worst mental states with the amount of Mavussy-eating she included in it. I go over to that fic to decompress sometimes, lol.

Bottom!Bradley conversation: I never had any bottom!Bradley conversation while I was on the Roosmav server (I would cry and go scuttle away in terror any time a Tom Cruise penis would be mentioned going near a Miles Teller butthole/pussy - I was so lame, damn), so I simply don't know what it's like to have or miss it. I am very curious as to how I would approach talking about bottom!Bradley with other people now - I am happy to do it, as that has been my only topic of conversation with a couple of close friends this year - but I still don't know what it would be like if I were able to discuss it beyond a very condensed group of people. I hope I will have the chance to, one day!

TC channel: I've talked about it, but I squandered most of my time last year as a Tom Cruise sycophant, rather than being a Roosmav fan on the Roosmav server. I spent probably 90% of my time on the TC channel because it was the place I was least-likely to run into bottom!Bradley conversation - SO STUPID. But it's the same as Bottom!Mav conversation - if I wanted to see people talk about Tom Cruise's tits and ass that didn't result in fic, I could just go over to twitter. But tbh, it's boring, and I really do find Miles Teller more interesting to look at now. Tom is great to look at in a movie-star way, but Miles is great to look at in a real-life, this-is-the-type-of-guy-I-would-actually-go-for way. I love them both, but my heart and my dick belong to Rooster now.

So what I genuinely miss most are the personalities of the people on there + being able to share my art with said people (of course, I'm going to forever miss Fopps freaking out over my little dick drawings - that was my favorite thing to do, lol). I still am going to share my art, and it will all be graciously ignored, I know, but if I didn't still want to contribute things, I wouldn't be here.

I was also banned from the Writers' Lounge because - as always - I couldn't handle any bottom!Bradley conversation - and now the only thing I have been doing for the past seven months is talking about writing bottom!Bradley. Man - the way that I have had to forcibly 180 my brain to adapt - but I do think that this was all completely necessary because there was no way in hell that I could have kept going on in Roosmav as the person I once had been (this may be unfortunate now because I know they would rather me go away, but I still love Roosmav too much to give up on wanting to contribute to them).

#R00smav #I cannot leave without contributing the Roostergina I want to see in the world for myself #I am so far up Rooster's ass now that it is Lily's responsibility to remind me that Maverick EXISTS #I hope to be one day more measured with this because swinging wildly in either direction is unhealthy but this is my fate

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Unsought is Better - Director's Commentary

Here are some personal thoughts now that I've finished Unsought is Better. Creating this post as much for myself as potentially curious readers. Another fic author I love made a “Director's Commentary post” and I loved the idea, so I wanted to try my hand at it.

The Concept

I have had a few omegaverse ideas rattling around for some months. But didn't do anything with them. Then I came across a few fics that a group of authors did called “The Wheel of Fate Challenge.” Where challenge was to randomly assign secondary genders for the main cast of DNF and write a story using that dynamic.

The collection of WOF works is here, my work isn't a part of it, but inspired by the challenge these wonderful authors came up with.

I love writing challenges, and my lovely beta reader had been begging me to write in omegaverse. I told her I'd write it to say thanks when I finished another work(different fandom). Well I did, and she was like, “Hey, spin the wheel.” We are both omegaverse fans, but she's got me beat in pure obsession for the sub-genre.

So I put the standard 3 omegaverse genders into a random spin app and spun for each character.

The results: Omega Dream, Omega Sapnap, Alpha George, Beta Karl. I did spin for characters added later, but these are the ones I started with.

Upon seeing this I was like “WTF am I supposed to do with this?” I very much enjoy stories with Alpha Dream and Omega George(I'm basic, but it's a classic). So reversing the dynamic was tough for me to wrap my brain around. Like in my head those designations fit their characters personalities best. So I had to figure out a way to write the dynamic and still make it feel authentic to characterization.

But something clicked a few days later. I'd had the idea of finding someone in heat in public with no other information, and ending up in an accident. Essentially those first two chapters are the inciting incident concept. I love the tension that creates. And I wrote the first chapter to see if it felt right.

My beta reader loved it, and said I better not mess up writing omega Dream, but that she was totally on board for the rest.

Chapter Commentary

Chapters 1 and 2:

This was my setup, the concept I'd had for a while just waiting to be used. When I got the random assignments this just felt right.

My intention was to contrast a really dark setup with people just doing the right thing. I think it's easy to see how horrifically wrong things could have gone. People doing the right thing, even when they aren't asked, was a big theme for me.

I did make sure to include tags to let people know that even though it seems dark nothing awful is gonna happen to the main cast. Because after I wrote the chapter I was like “damn this could be the start to a really good horror”.

The Twelfth Night definitely served as some inspiration in this piece. I won't go over all of the references, as I'm sure that will bore people. I had a lot of fun picking out quotes that applied to each chapter. The famous line “Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.” was the inspiration for the title, and just fit the story I had conceptualized so well. At this point it's a theme with me to include classical literature references in my DNF works.

Finally my beta reader very much wanted social issues for omegaverse included and explored in the story. I really like fleshing out my worlds, so that ended up being quite fun. This was more prevalent in some chapters than others.

Chapter 3 and 4:

These chapters include an idea I also wanted to play around with; that being platonic heat care. Plays into the “doing the right thing” theme, and also adds a lot of commentary about consent, especially in omegaverse. It was really important to me to show that who a character is isn't defined by their identity designation. I wanted to get into what happens when someone feels at odds with their secondary gender, how that affects their self esteem etc. And also exploring the ideas of consent of being looked at or touched.

These chapters also are where I really figured out how to make alpha George make sense to me. He may not be super aggressive or boisterous etc, but he is very good at caring and providing. Like he really wants to protect Dream and make sure he's okay. Once I figured that out alpha George made a lot more sense to me. So those are the alpha traits I really ran with for George.

Originally these were going to be one chapter, but I write a lot, so two chapters it is.

Finally the random alpha character was not my smoothest inclusion. But I wanted to have a diverse portrayal of all the genders, and up until that point alphas in society were being painted in a pretty bad light in general, so I wanted to show that George isn't “the token good alpha” if that makes sense.

Chapter 5 and 6:

The conversation where Dream explains what happened was actually one of the first things I wrote. I sometimes will write key conversations well before getting to them chronologically. That was the case with the Dream scene.

Both of these chapters were the hardest to write overall. Firstly because they are transitional in a lot of respects: the end of the stay at the motel, the start of Dream being an active participant in the story, and a lot more characters got added. A lot of friendship had to develop in these chapters.

Writing omega Dream was significantly easier than alpha George. I thought it would be more difficult, but when I actually started writing, the character came together quite nicely for me.

Fluff and humor are where I struggle the most as a writer. Every time I sit down to write knowing that a story calls for including fluff I write slower. I am trying to improve, but fluff doesn't come naturally to me. So writing a bunch of cute scenes in a row was fucking hard. Feedback was good, and I was so excited that the work paid off for some readers.

Niki and Alex were important characters to add for me, because they flesh out both George and Dream's lives. Like they had friends and stuff before meeting. I thought it was fun to mess around with different people meeting in different ways, but still finding each other in the end.

Chapter 7:

Oh what to say about Jared?

Something else I wanted to tackle in this fic is the way betas can have their own biases toward the other genders. I wanted them to be active participants in the omegaverse of it all, rather than being like the NPC gender.

Jared and Karl really serve as contrasting characters(which is where a little confusion on Sapnap's part comes in). Jared has a lot of ugly biases and expectations when it comes to omegas, while Karl has taken the time to understand his partner.

I think if anyone has known someone like Jared, they understand the way things panned out immediately. People don't start fighting, they let that painful tension drag out under the veil of politeness. I knew full well that may not be the most popular narrative choice. But I had a very specific vision for this interaction.

The conversation between Dream and Jared was another scene that I wrote way ahead of a lot of other stuff. That section I probably read and tweaked the most to get it right. It's another one of my favorite scenes, and definitely one I'm the most proud of.

I already wrote a post detailing how and why I went about the fallout with Jared's character, so you can find that here.

And Jared living in Everett is really only a dig people from WA would get. Everett is kind of memed as being the city that produces a lot of assholes. The city itself doesn't have the best rep, so it felt fitting for the character, and is a subtle dig. I made a lot of locational references in this fic, but when I was figuring out where Jared lived I was like “yeah, he feels like he's from Everett.”

Oh boy the steamy scenes. Yes if you've read my author's note on that chapter I wrote a full E rated version of events. I actually do this in a lot in my writing, write the smut all the way through to explore the dynamic between the characters. I almost never include it, as it doesn't usually fit with the rest of a work I'm writing.

With this specific fic I was very torn. I went back and forth about if the scene was good, if I wanted to actually go through with changing the rating on the fic. So I asked my beta reader, and she said she liked the scene, but that it felt excessive and might be a little out of place with the rest of the piece. When she put it like that I agreed. As I said, I am nervous about taking the step to include smut under my name(it is something I very much want to do), but I want to write smut that was intended to be there from the start, and is designed to play important roles in the plot/character development/relationships. This scene didn't do that, so ultimately it was cut.

Chapter 8:

This chapter contains my favorite part of the entire fic.

The phone conversation with Dream and Sapnap is my favorite. I loved writing it, I have re-read it the most. It just makes me happy, I don't know why. I just love those little character interactions between the main three there.

George's thought process was really important to me. It calls back to the stuff he was struggling with in the first few chapters. And also reveals a few of his own insecurities as well as underlying biases/assumptions. No character is perfect, and it's easy to make bad assumptions about the other gender, even with good intentions.

If this was going to be a 100k fic I would have drawn that line of angsty thinking out for like 30k more words. But that was not the case here, so they talk it out, and I had a blast writing their conversation.

Chapter 9:

Picture me trying to convince my beta reader how beautiful and tragic it would be if they drove back over the pass to take things to the next level, and got into a fatal car accident. Like the mirroring, the symbology, the ill fated decision to go back.

I was told that this was a romance and that romances have “happy endings”. I write dark fantasy outside of DNF, so sometimes my instincts are not exactly great. I write DNF because I love the ship, unfortunately the type of stuff I typically read and write is far outside of “romances with happy endings”. I will begrudgingly agree it was the right call. Sylith is the one who reins me in on my bullshit. And that's why she's the best beta reader!

Thank Sylith that this got a happy ending.

Additionally, I may be evil, but not so evil that I'd add MCD tag on the last chapter without warning. I do have a heart. But I won't pretend that I wasn't a little tempted.

I didn't change or add much to this story based on feedback in the comments. I stuck with my original vision for the most part, and was more focused on pleasing my beta reader. I added a few lines and references here and there based on some stuff I saw in the comments, but nothing major.

However, originally this chapter was only going to be the flash forward. But several people really wanted to see that Minecraft stream I'd said was happening, and I realized that I kind of set that expectation up plot-wise. To not include anything about it would be kind of weird. So I wrote the stream section and I think it came out pretty good. I did have fun adding Alex to the mix.

The flash forward is pretty simple. Gives a look at what their relationship has become, and what is in the future for these two. Of course we have the mirroring of the beginning. This started with a drive over Snoqualmie pass, so it will end with one.

Shakespeare

Obviously The Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare played a pretty important role for me in formulating this story. You might be wondering “What made you cross over Twelfth night with this DNF fic?” and to be honest. I have no idea. I've been on a binge re-read of the great playwright and something in my brain just clicked. The line “Love sought is good, but given unsought is better,” in Act III Scene I, is one of my favorite Shakespeare quotes about love. And it really fit with this story about a bunch of mistakes leading to people who might never have met finding each other.

This has also been a theme for me when writing DNF in general. I am a classical literature nerd(shocker), and for some reason the classic tragedies and romances really help me conceptualize writing DNF. The Hounds of Love pulled heavily from Ovid's Metamorphosis, and February 15th was themed around Jane Eyre and Rebecca(Really more Jane Eyre though). So I've just decided to lean into it at this point.

Any other Shakespeare fans who find this fic are either going to be losing their minds over certain narrative choices, or are going to be horrified by what I've done here.

Including quotes at the beginning was just fun for me. I liked pulling quotes that helped guide some emotional plot beats. Fanfic is fun because you get to be a little extra with a project.

Misc. and Final Thoughts

All of the locations mentioned in this fic are real places, and described pretty accurately. You could recreate this fic if you wanted(I DO NOT recommend that though). I won't list them all out because I'm not sure anyone will care.

I won't spoil all of the references I made in this fic. But if you're reading it and pause and think “Hey, are they making a reference on purpose to X piece of media?” the answer is probably yes.

Did I just write a DNF omegaverse fic incorporating quotes and themes from Shakespeare? Yup. Never would have guessed I'd be writing that sentence, but I couldn't be happier.

#lucithornz #lucithornz directors commentary #unsought is better

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blehblarghblah · 2 years

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So I notice in all your updates you kinda... don’t mention your ML fics? Are those discontinued or...

uhhhh, right. So, Miraculous Ladybug!

I will preface this with saying as of late, I'm not a big fan of the current plot of ML nor am I even watching. I don't think I've watched since season 3 or 4? I don't know how many seasons are even out right now, lol. I understand if you look back at some of my ML posts you may see some semblances of salt but I will also lead with saying I'm NOT here to hate or spread hate or anything.

Miraculous Ladybug as a fandom just isn't really doing it for me in terms of fic interests. I still have my own ships from the fandom I occasionally re-read or search up whenever I'm in a ML fix (I read Marigami and sometimes re-read my fave Adrinettes) but that's it.

As of late? I only follow things like @buggachat's Bakery "Enemies" AU and @zoe-oneesama's Scarlet Lady AU. I love their stories, and I doubt I even have to promote them because they're are highly well known in the ML fandom (you should still check 'em out, they're great). But speaking of the fandom, its current state isn't something I just vibe with so I kept my distance. Keeping that distance resulted in me no longer watching and eventually my excitement to watch fizzed out.

Which is fair! If you don’t wanna watch then you should stop. Sunk cost fallacies be damned, Hades knows I've dropped numerous shows and animes because I don't jive with the story anymore.

But fanfiction wise for my works? I just don't feel compelled to tell stories with You're My Seatmate and Future Life With the Agreste Kids!. I don't feel like writing Adrinette anymore so that means those two stories/AUs can't exactly continue since I'm not really invested in the characters I'm writing. I know I should've announced that, regardless if I didn't have an enormous amount of readers waiting for updates, but again: I was kinda afraid to talk about ML within the fandom.

Going forward? I won't lie and say I haven't thought of a ML oneshot here and there, and even worked on some, but I don't know if I'll ever publish them. Maybe I'll paw them off to another writer if they're curious but I don't know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. But for the foreseeable future? Any ML fics I have on my profile are discontinued. Sorry.

Until next ask,

- Bleh

#ask bleh #anon asks #asks #ML #miraculous ladybug #the tales of ladybug and cat noir #adrinette #marigami #toh memes #apologies for rambles #bleh ramblings #best said now than never i suppose

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scandalsavagefanfic · 3 years

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Hello! I am a huge fan of ur writing. I've loved everything I've read of yours. I've read alot of what you've posted, except for a couple of the tags that are squicky for me (so I'm very thankful you tag very thoroughly). No judgement for the squick, it's just not for me. & when I'm having a bad day, I usually just go thru ur ao3 and find something to reread. I think about Therapy's Bruce & Jason every damn day. While I obvs appreciate ur darker more "problematic" content (I really vibe with some of the themes you write about bc of my own trauma, & so it's very cathartic to read about in a fictional setting), I am truly a sucker for ur more happy content. The Happily Ever After verse also lives in my head rent free. Idk more wholesome stuff just seems more special when you write it. Anyways. I would die for you. But the point of this ask is cause I'm curious as to why you don't like Urban Legends? I'm sorry if you already talked about it here or on twitter and I missed it. I was just wondering because I really enjoy your take on things and would love to hear why you dislike it. I've been enjoying it so far personally, but I am always open to DC comics criticism.

Aw thank you so much! I'm so flattered by everything you just said. You're so sweet ❤❤❤❤❤

I haven't talked about Urban Legends here or twitter (I haven't been very active in either place lately. Just a lot going on and no energy 😔) but I'm happy to do it here.

Before I start though, I just want to add a standard disclaimer and make it clear that if you like it, there's nothing wrong with that and you don't have to let me ruin it for you lol. Like what you like.

That said, since you asked...

I said this when I was talking about it on discord, that there is a difference between hope and expectation. I always hope that a new story centered on Jason (or anyone really, but things have been especially egregious for Jay for 15 years) will be good or at least treat the character with a minimal level of respect (to be honest, the bar is super fucking low). But my expectations always temper my hope, to keep it from getting unrealistic. Because my expectations are based on experience.

The long history of Jason Todd, since even before his resurrection, has been one of retroactively trying to make him "a bad seed" in order to absolve Bruce of any responsibility in his death.

I don't even expect DC or their writers to start honoring the fact that Jason was not an angry, reckless Robin (and less of the later than Dick or Tim and definitely Damian). There plenty of ways that retcon can be folded into his history and be compelling and sympathetic. And if they're going to stick with that retcon, I'm only asking that they do it in one of those compelling and sympathetic ways because Jason was 15 when he died, heroically, in one of the most selfless acts in comics, to save a woman who literally handed him over to be brutally murdered. He was 12 when Bruce plucked him off the streets, he'd been homeless and fending for himself for at least two years. I personally think that Jason's story hits harder for him and Bruce if their original, canon relationship, of Jason as starry-eyed and eager to learn and absolutely devoted to Bruce and Bruce to Jason, is preserved. But Jason's origins does leave room for a meaningful interpretation of him as angry and frustrated at the lack of meaningful results of Bruce's methods.

And that's really where my irritation at stories like Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer and Batman The Adventure Continues has it's roots.

Every time one of these stories comes out, I think (or hope, rather) that this will be the one that remembers and respects the origins of the Jason and the Red Hood, that takes into account the changed sensibilities of comics readers in the 30 years since Jason's death and the subtle, 20 year, retroactive campaign to make him the "bad Robin". The "born bad" trope is played out and literally no one likes the message it implies. That some kids are just bad eggs and there's nothing parents or the adults around them can do. Especially when it's played as the kid's fault. If Jason's time as Robin is going to be characterized by anger, then it should be rooted in anger at the social injustices he witnessed as he grew up in an impoverished, crime-ridden, area and the horrors he faced raising himself when every day was a battle for survival. There are topical, meaningful, stories to tell with that backdrop.

But those are never the stories we get.

⚠⚠ Spoilers for Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer ⚠⚠

I'm particularly disappointed in Urban Legends because for the first issue, it looked like that was the kind of story we were going to get. I was put off by the first flashback of Jason being mesmerized by Bruce's guns, and I got that feeling in my gut that it was a bad sign. Jason depicted as impatient and overconfident and the scene with the guns is heavy-handed foreshadowing that got my spidey-sense tingling. I had a inkling then (in the first three pages) of how this story was going to play out, but it was early and I could still see many narrative paths that could lead to a satisfying story. My concerns were soothed somewhat and the little flame of my hope fanned, with the flashback of Alfred scolding Bruce, with Barbara's concern for Jason. A bit of worry returned with the way Jason ruthlessly pursued an addict who didn't appear to be a dealer and with the ending of the issue. The stuff with the addict sat wrong with me but the ending was tempered some by how despicable Tyler's dad was written. The scene was clearly set so that the reader could sympathize with Jason's decision and the scene with the addict could be brushed aside as a side-effect of comics over-the-top need for constant action, so I still held hope.

Issue 2 made me uncomfortable and it's where my hope starts to take a backseat to my expectations. I can dismiss Jason's self-deprecating internal monologue as unreliable narration, except that the flashback reinforces his thought process to explicitly show that it's not unreliable narration, and should be taken at face value. Jason faces physical abuse at the hands of his mother's drug dealer and when the flashback continues later, Jason kills the drug dealer. To be clear, this is a pre-Bruce Jason. His mom is still alive. He's like... 10. He kills this guy for shoving his head into a wall and implying Jason's mother paid for her drugs with sex. This is a scene that serves a single purpose. To show that Jason has always been prone to violence.

In the spirit of full disclosure, there is the small chance the drug dealer might not be dead. But the story obviously wants the reader to think he is, and it hasn't done anything to change that yet.

Starlin already did this story with The Diplomat’s Son in 1988 and he did it infinitely better. AND that’s still technically canon. So now I’m supposed to believe that Jason lost his cool bad enough to kill two douche bags before his sweet 16? Like it’s totally normal for abused kids raised in poverty, who’ve led hard and heartbreaking lives to just... haul off and kill people? That’s bullshit, and when taken with the Jason in the third issue, who is little more than an idiot thug, this story is really doubling down on some fucked up stereotypes.

Which brings us to the most recent issue. I went into this installment with very low expectations. I thought this story was going to be about Jason, through this experience with Tyler, a young boy with a similar background to Jason's, coming to the realization that Bruce's way is the best way and that Bruce did his best by Jason.

That would be annoying (in no small part because it takes increasingly absurd levels of plot armor to keep Bruce's no kill rule relevant, let alone irrefutably right). But I can probably live with that, if only because maybe if Jason officially falls back into line with the Bats crusade, maybe I'll get stories that treat him with respect, stories that don't relegate him to comic relief, dumb brute, or a background body with no lines in a story about the Joker burning Gotham (like Jason would just fucking stand there quietly for that).

And that may still be where the story is going, Jason realizing Bruce is right.

But holy shit do I not have the right words to describe how fucking insulting and gross issue three is.

From start to finish--including the flashback--Jason is written as cruel and fucking stupid. Like straight up dumb.

The entire issue is Bruce explaining the fucking basics to Jason like it's his first day. And Jason flies off the fucking handle and terrorizes a doctor he knows isn't a part of making the Cheerdrops, beats the shit out of some random addicts, and finally, when he can't accomplish anything on his own because he's a dumb brute he calls Barbara for help and rushes in with no information where he's promptly incapacitated and must now wait to be rescued by Batman.

This panel is the least of the issues sins but I can’t screenshot the entire story but it’s representative of the tone for the whole issue (and retroactively tainted the prior two issues).

This is beyond insulting. The only conclusions Jason comes to in this issue are the ones Bruce leads him to by talking to him like he can’t make the simplest connections. And like... in this story Jason can’t make the simplest connections.

This (and the Jason throughout the entirety of this issue) is a far cry from the Jason we fell in love with in Under the Red Hood, who was competent and strategic and intelligent enough to seize control of Gotham’s underworld from Black Mask (who’s no fucking slouch, he’s the first and only person to unify organized crime in Gotham) AND elude and manipulate Bruce until the time and place of his choosing.

This is a far cry from even the Red Hood and the Outlaws Jason who is competent enough to fight the League of Shadows and Ra’s al Ghul (among very dangerous and skilled others) and smart enough to create antidotes for mind control nanotech viruses.

As he should be, by the way. Jason Todd is one of the best, most comprehensively trained fighters in DC’s stable of non powered vigilantes. He’s not irrational or hot headed. He’s pragmatic, tactically minded, and patient. He’s a detective. Right now. Has been since he was 12. Bruce doesn’t have to make him one because he already is.

Jason is not a stupid thug who uses his fists because his brain doesn’t work. And I can’t tell you how so very exhausted I am by this narrative.

This is actually the most egregious example of Jason’s skills and intelligence being not just undermined but dismissed entirely. Even Morrison’s Jason had some degree of competency.

The one, single redeeming factor of this story is the art. It’s beautiful. And Marcus To is a godsend he seems to be one of only a couple of artists who remember that Jason was a child when he was Robin and I’m literally only buying this book because of him.

Anyway, I’m sorry. I didn’t want that to come out so... um... passionately lol. I’m just very very tired. My intention with this isn’t to ruin it for you, if you like it, that’s fine.

But this issue shot this story to the top of my "Vehemently Despise” list. 1) Batman: Urban Legends (Cheer), 2) Battle for the Cowl/Morrison’s Batman and Robin, 3) Batman The Adventure Continues.

I hope the next issues somehow salvage this dumpster fire. But I’m not expecting it.

(Damnit. That sounded harsh again. To reiterate, I’m not trying to judge anyone who enjoys it, I just personally hate it and you asked me why lol 😅)

#Batman #red hood #batman: urban legends #nice art #shit story #or at least shit characterization #jason todd deserves better #this response got long and I didn't edit it #please forgive any errors #and/or unclear spots #spoilers

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alovesongshewrote · 2 years

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vamp doux x reader 👉👈

Munch Munch | Hisirdoux Casperan HCs

munch munch, tw for blood and some spice (it doesn't go too far), hope you enjoy anon!

Taglist: @furblrwurblr @sorrels-scribbling @anxious-stitcher @alive-and-afraid @animedweeb333 @douxiesdamsel @saroski05 @blixeon @mxcheese @prismarts @lady-of-a-castle

Ok, i’ve gotta be honest

If douxie was a vampire, i don’t think too much would change

What, he has to avoid the sunlight now?

He did that already

Nocturnal?

Nothing is changing there

Wears mostly black and has a home decorated with skulls?

That’s just how he lives

The only major difference between normal wizard douxie and vampire (wizard?) douxie is uh

The whole thirst for blood

Thing

It stands to reason then, that dating vampire douxie is very much the same with a few notable exceptions

1) There are fewer dates involving garlic bread

And 2) His skin feels a lot colder to the touch

Other than that, dating vamp douxie is mostly staying up late with him while he tells you to go to sleep

Cuddling with him in the summer because it’s like cuddling an ice cube

Sharing an umbrella on sunny days

Wearing silver when you’re irritated at something he’s done

(which results in vast amounts of puppy dog eyes until you forgive him)

Or… maybe that would be baby bat eyes?

Anyway

Dating vamp doux also includes:

Not getting married in a church

Learning about vampire lore and history

Cuddling with douxie, but he’s in bat form (or wolf form- because apparently that was a thing dracula could do)

Keeping douxie away from garlic

Avoiding his fangs when you kiss him

Admiring his fangs in general

And having him teach you how to fight vampires

Now

Those are some cute headcanons

But uh

I know what you’re really looking for

It’s the biting

And the blood drinking

And the being turned into a vampire by your beloved so that the two of you can live your vampire lives side by side for however long you please

I mean

Whoever turned douxie gave him those fangs for a damn reason, and i intend to write about it

Now

There are two ways vamp douxie could bite you (and drink from you)

And there another two ways douxie could turn you into a vampire, plus one where he isn’t the one turning you

We’re gonna start with the biting, because it’s fun

Way 1: you convince Douxie to bite you because you’re curious, and you want to know what it feels like to get munched

And i mean

It takes some convincing to get him to bite you

But once he agrees to do it?

Heh

You’re in for a ride

I'm thinking

You pull him into your bedroom

You lie down on the bed

(because you’re preparing for some mild blood loss)

You pull him down with you

And he lands with his hands on either side of your head, holding himself above you

His hair is in his eyes

His necklace is in your face

And it makes you laugh

And like

He would laugh, too

But uh

He’s kind of nervous about biting you

He’s afraid that he’ll lose control

That he’ll taste you, and that he won’t be able to stop

But

He looks into your eyes

And he sees how much you trust him

And

That makes him believe he can do this

He can please you without killing you

And when you sit up and kiss him

When you put your hands on either side of his face and smile against his lips

That just makes him even more confident

He kisses you back

And you lie down again

And this time

You uh

You slowly move your shirt off of your shoulder

Maybe undo a few buttons

You move it further from your neck

Exposing the skin of your throat, some of your chest

Inviting him to bite

And you maintain eye contact with him the entire time

You can see his pupils dilating

You can see how much he wants you

You run a hand through his hair

Just to torture him a little

And it works

He bows his head, kissing your neck, your shoulder

Basically everything you just exposed

He’s

He’s ready

He’s gonna bite you, he’ll do it

He just

Needs to ask

Again

“Are you sure you want this, love?”

The unheard question being- “Are you sure you want me?”

And i mean

You don’t even answer this time

You just nod enthusiastically and kiss him again

This time, he laughs

Because you’re adorable, and he loves you

He kisses your neck again

And then

He sinks his teeth into you

It doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would

But you gasp nonetheless

You dig your fingers into him

And you cling to him for a bit

But you are smiling

Does it hurt a little? Yes

But there’s more to it than the pain element

There’s something else

Something you can’t define just yet

(probably because of the blood loss)

And it feels good

You just

Lie back

Relax

And let yourself enjoy the moment

Meanwhile, on the opposite end of the scale

He’s mildly ashamed to admit it

But

Douxie is actually kind of enjoying this

It’s easier to control himself than he thought it would be

He can feel your heartbeat

It’s more than that, actually

While he’s biting you, you are all he feels

Your heart, your soul surrounds him until there’s nothing left but you

He loves it

And like

You taste pretty good

He’s satisfied

He stops drinking just as you start to get light headed

He asks if you’re alright and you’re like

“Fuck yeah I’m alright, vampire boi- let’s do that again!”

To which he responds, “I love you, but maybe later”

Because, y’know

He doesn’t really want to drain you of the liquid that’s keeping you alive

Instead

He kisses your hand

And goes to get you a snack so that you don’t pass out on him

He Does Not want that

After you’re back to where you should be medically

He just kinda

Attaches himself to you for the rest of the day

Which is fine by you, because if he didn’t

You would’ve attached yourself to him

Either way, what bliss?

Anyway, that was too sweet, get ready for some angst

Way 2: Douxie has been starved

He’s been captured, trapped, or otherwise in captivity

And wherever he is, he’s been deprived of blood

He’s starving

And quite possibly on the brink of death

That’s when you find him

He’s probably on his knees and chained to something, be it a pillar, a wall, etc

And the second he feels your presence

The second he hears your heart beat

The second he smells your blood

He goes slightly feral

He thrashes against his chains, his fangs flash

He’s terrifying

But you don’t run from him

Even when he begs you to get away from him

To save yourself

You don’t run away

Instead

You kneel in front of him

You take his face in your hands

He stops struggling, then

And he starts begging you to escape

But you don’t leave

You refuse to

No, instead, you take full notice of how starved he looks

He’s thinner, and the shadows beneath his eyes are darker

His bones are more prominent

He appears gaunt, fragile

And hungry

Rather than running away

You pull yourself closer

And you ask

“Can you control it?”

And without waiting for an answer

You roll up your sleeve

And you give him your wrist

And he just gasps out a “No”

Because he’s scared

He’s scared that he won’t be able to stop

That he won’t be able to control it

That he’ll kill you

Like, he was already afraid of it, but in this situation?

It is so much worse

You, though

You aren’t afraid

And uh

He’ll die if he doesn’t drink something soon

You tell him it’s okay

And i mean

He doesn’t have much of a choice

He’s hesitant

And at first he tries to pull away

But then you give him a “friendly” reminder that if he doesn’t do this, he’ll die

He bites

Now, uh remember

He’d never bitten you before this point

At least not with way 2

So that is an experience

You gasp and cling to him as he drinks you

You rest your head on his shoulder

You’re starting to feel light headed

And you groan a little bit

Meanwhile, Douxie

He’s starting to regain his strength

He destroys his chains, pulling himself free and wrapping one of his arms around you while the other grips your wrist

He keeps drinking

His fangs sinking deeper as you cry out his name

He has just a bit more blood

And then

He lets you go

He managed to control it

And you’re so proud of him, but also, you’re a few seconds from passing out

Douxie lies you down

He catches his breath while you catch yours

You don’t pass out

But you do need a minute

And once that minute is done, you just

Lean over and kiss him

You taste your own blood on his lips, but y’know what

You can deal with that

Doux picks you up and takes you home, and that’s the end of way 2

NOW

IN TERMS OF TURNING YOU INTO A VAMPIRE

AS I SAID, THERE ARE 2 WAYS, PLUS ONE BONUS WAY

Way 1 is kinda boring, so we’ll start with that

Way 1: you ask Douxie to turn you into a vampire, and he’s hesitant about it because being a vampire is rough, and he doesn’t want to put your immortal soul in danger

But he does it, because you’re sure that it’s what you want, and he loves you

You’re turned into a vampire, and the two of you vibe for the rest of eternity

Onto way 2:

Way 2: you’re injured on the battlefield

Douxie sees it happen and runs to your side, destroying anything that dared threaten you on his way

He gets to you as fast as he can

Which

Is pretty fuckin quick for a vampire

And yet

He still doesn’t make it in time

Actually

That’s false

He doesn’t make it in time to save you

He is in time to watch you take your dying breaths in his arms

Now, uh

I don’t know about you

But i don’t think douxie would accept that shit

You’re in the middle of telling him that you love him

And thanking him for the best few years of your life

When he just

“I can fix this. I can turn you, I can fix this. Please let me fix this.”

And

You say yes

Which is fucking valid

I mean

For one thing

You aren’t super jazzed about dying

And for another

I don’t know if he did it intentionally

But he was doing the puppy dog/baby bat eyes when he asked

And like

Who can say no to that?

I can’t say no to that

Douxie presses a quick, but intense kiss to your lips

And sinks his fangs into your shoulder

Hurts

A little more than you expected

Maybe you scream

Maybe a few tears fall

And it breaks douxie’s heart

But by the end of it

You’re alive

Undead

It doesn’t matter

Whatever you are

You’re okay

And you’re with douxie

He can keep you safe

He won’t let anything hurt you anymore

Annnnd that’s way 2

Bonus way three involves you getting turnt, but not by douxie

Way 3: you’re kidnapped by another vampire

Which like

Considering the wizards are vampires now

The vampire that takes you is probably morgana?

It could also be the arcane order

It could also be merlin

Whoever it is

they holds you for ransom a little bit

Maybe they take a drink from you, or make fun of douxie for not drinking from you, or make fun of him for not turning you

Or all of those things, i don’t know

Either way

You simply do not vibe with this

You’re a sassy little shit who’s loyal to douxie, and maybe the guardians of arcadia depending on where the hell we are in the timeline (and on which timeline it is- thanks for that jim)

And eventually

Your captor grows tired of your smart mouth

They decide to put an end to your useless blabbering

Do they kill you?

Oh no

It’s much worse

They turn you into a vampire spawn

So now

Your have all the thirst for blood

All of the drawbacks

None of the power

And, oh yeah

As their spawn, you are under their complete control

Which means they can use you to fight douxie

I mean

They know he won’t fight back

Not when it’s you that he’s fighting

Vampire spawn or otherwise, he is terrified of hurting you

As he should be

I mean

You’re your captor’s servant now, and you’re a vampire spawn

But it’s still you

You are awake

You are conscious

And you know what you’re being forced to do

You are completely aware

Both when whoever’s captured you forces you to kneel by her throne

And when they force you to fight the man you love

And

If the worst happens

You’ll be awake when they force you to kill him

But y’know what, it’ll probably be fine

Douxie’s fought morgana and the order before, he can do it again, probably

And if it’s merlin, well

He’ll figure it out

He’ll save you and the two of you can go off and live your vampire lives in peace, right?

Right?

Right

Anyway

That’s the end of way 3

#douxie x reader #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #hisirdoux casperan x you #douxie x you #hisirdoux x you #douxie hcs #douxie headcannons

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the amount of angst in the post-prison writing you did just gave me massive post-prison dream brainrot and i'm just. sitting here thinking about how sam dealt with the curious looks and glances and having to face what's he's done as a warden. and everyone else's reaction to everything because hey, maybe the prison WAS a torture chamber that nobody deserves to be locked in to be treated like utter trash.

(btw i love your writing and analysis! they give me so much life :DD)

thank you anon!! this universe is ,, Fun ,, im ngl -> have this continuation of it, w/ sapnap and sam!! it’s a bit messy but oh well

(edit: i added these two asks as well bc they fit and i thought it’d be a bit redundant to rewrite this scene lmao -> the implication that dream’s admissions abt exile mightve been the result of ,, torture is. uh. yikes.)

(This one is DARK, please heed the warnings)

TW: PHYSICAL/EMOTIONAL ABUSE (heavy warning for this one), starvation, toxic relationship, manipulation, references to the prison and exile, c!sam/warden!sam critical, violence, blood, dark themes, emotional distress, child abuse, torture

“Be honest,” Sapnap starts, quiet. “What did you do?”

Sam opens his mouth - hesitates, looks away. He should’ve known that his vague words and half-explanations that had been enough to push away most of the crowd - or at least, postpone the conversation for later - wouldn’t have been nearly enough to convince the man standing in front of him, but a part of him must’ve hoped, anyway. He’s not ready to speak, not ready to admit anything to himself, never mind someone else entirely - but ‘ready’ doesn’t matter, not when Sapnap is right here, waiting.

(He ignores how ‘ready’ didn’t matter for Dream when Sam had gone in, that first time, pick in hand and nothing but questions and rage spinning in an endless cycle in his mind, whirling together into something incomprehensible, insatiable, vicious - he’s not thinking about it.

He can’t think about it.)

“Well?” Sapnap’s voice raises, impatience coloring his tone, and it’s almost enough to draw a chuckle to Sam’s lips - he’d always been a little overeager, not doing well with silence, waiting, even as a kid. It’s part of the reason why he got along with Dream so well, Dream jumping at the chance to spend time with someone that didn’t shut him down for rambling and Sapnap simply excited at the chance to have someone that would join him on his hare-brained schemes instead of dismissing him as a dumb kid- and oh. Right.

The scrunch of his face is the same, Sam realizes, absently, as the expression Sapnap had when he was little; it’s the same crease between his eyebrows, the same slight jut to his bottom lip. Even with a new scar decorating his left jaw and the shadows under his eyes and collection of faint wrinkles belying his stress, he doesn’t look all that different - still looks young, a kid playing dress up in armor too big and too war-torn to belong to him. It’s easy to forget, but even after all the wars they’ve fought, even with all of the combat experience he’s had, Sapnap’s still barely twenty - only a few weeks out of being a teenager.

(He crushes the thought of what that makes Dream - he’s not. Thinking. About. It.)

“Hello? Earth to Sam?” Sapnap snaps his fingers in front of his face, and Sam blinks away the memories, the guilt, boxing it up and filing it neatly away to deal with - later. Never, ideally.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

Only later is now, there’s no escaping this conversation, and Sam. Really doesn’t want to be talking about this, right now. Sapnap fidgets, leaning on his right foot and then his left and then rocking back again - the feeling is mutual, then, but he knows the look in the younger’s eye well enough to know that neither of them are leaving without an explanation leaving Sam’s lips.

(Netherite and iron and smoke, bloodstained pickaxe tipping up a gaunt face, hand reaching around a too-prominent jawline with bruising force - are you going to answer my question, prisoner? Or are we going to have to do this again?

He’s not-

He can’t-)

“I-,” guilt, thick and heavy, circles his throat, chokes the words rising in his mouth. What can he even say? Can words really capture the sweat-slick desperation, the bubbling lava and heat and smoke stealing away all breath and thought, leaving nothing but a humming buzz of rage burning, hissing, begging for release? Can he really describe the endless darkness and weight settling on his shoulders, the hard edges and jagged fear taking anything soft, anything kind? Words swim in the back of his throat, try to reach his teeth, fall short; bloodstained memories haunt the back of his eyelids every time he blinks; there is so much, too much, to say, and yet nothing at all.

How does he even start?

There is no sympathy on Sapnap’s face when Sam looks, but there isn’t any cruelty either, just dark, watching eyes, lips thin and pressed together, jaw clamped shut, tense. Indifference, or a pale imitation of it, meant to hide the mess of his hair, the tremble in his hands, the helpless, desperate thing growing in his pupils. Sam understands and wishes he doesn’t; regrets, and wonders if he has the right, anymore.

“It- started, as an interrogation,” Sam stumbles over his words, stares at his hands because looking at Sapnap’s face will be too much, is too much. “I was angry. The prisoner- Dream- was desperate. That cell-” he shakes his head, remembers obsidian in his hands, remembers tearing away carpet, paintings, plants, remembers leaving the box bareboned, desolate, a cage and nothing more, “It messes with you. Screws with your head. I knew it, he knew it, but I guess we didn’t realize- I guess I didn’t realize-”

(Blood and crunching bone and shrill screams - tell me what you did to him-)

“I needed information. He wasn’t talking. I got- heated, and he laughed, and something- snapped, I guess.”

(I’ll tell you I’m sorry please please sam stop please)

“All I had on me was a pickaxe. He wasn’t talking, I was desperate - angry - I needed to know. I didn’t-”

(I just knew I needed to drag him away, he was ruining everything, he was destroying everything, I just needed him to leave before he brought down the whole damn server with him - the tnt was supposed to be a one time thing)

“It was supposed to be- one time. Was never supposed to happen, at all. But I guess I got mad - for me? For Tommy? I don’t- I don’t know, and it was- easy, you know? Take away the clock, one day. Give him less potatoes the next.”

(It was easy to do it again, I guess, mess with his invitations a little, take some of his stuff. There was nobody around but me and him and he’d ruined so much, he’d messed everything up - I thought that maybe if I took away his armor enough, he wouldn’t be able to go back. He wouldn’t ruin everything.)

“He’d done- so much. He was so awful to Tommy, to everyone- I thought I could prevent that. I thought maybe if I broke him enough, he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone again. I renamed the pickaxe Will Breaker, to remind me, to remind him, I don’t know. I-”

Sam laughs, tired, poisonous, ignoring the way Sapnap whispers, stricken, looking at his hands and seeing nothing but red. Dream’s face, bruised, bloody, but glimmering with something almost like satisfaction comes to mind - and oh. Oh.

(Bloodstained teeth twisted in a bitter smile - Sam, I thought I had to.)

He gets it now. He wishes he didn't.

“I thought- ha-” His hand comes up to his face - he’s crying. When did he start crying? ”I thought I had to.”

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otome-on-the-side · 3 years

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Hey there! Thank you for opening your requests! I have to admit, I really like how you write the more demonic sides of the OM! brothers, so I'm really curious to see how you'd write Asmodeus figuring out the trick to charming MC with his demon gaze and finally being successful with his hypnosis attempts. NSFW cause we're dealing with Asmo here, and either F!Reader or GN! Reader, whatever you prefer!

pairing: Asmodeus/GN!reader

Tropes & TWs: overstimulation, demon fuckin (just a lil), Intimacy issues

It happens by accident, when things have gotten more serious for Asmodeus than he's ever thought would be possible.

He's used to constantly posturing, posing, and positioning himself so he's seen from the best possible angle; even when alone, Asmodeus postures- how else can he gaze at his own image in the mirror without considering himself less than what he was? What he was without thought, or effort.

He didn't realize how exhausting it was, until you.

At first you were... charming.

Something new; his eyes weren't an ace in the hole, so, for once, he had to work for the adoration he knew would eventually come.

It never did.

Asmodeus could admit there was a high off of looking into a hapless human's eyes and seeing how far the pedestal they put him on reached. With a big enough crowd, he sometimes thought he surpassed where he once rested, easily.

Only to eventually come crashing down, down, down.

With you things were... different.

There were definitely, highs and lows, yes, but you were with him every step of the way; building him up, up, up, gradually, just by spending time with him. The lows seemed terrible at the time, but looking back, Asmo knew you had cushioned his mild downward slide; it didn't compare to the downward spirals he used to throw himself into.

You still helped picked him back up after it, though.

And he found himself doing the same. Frankly, Asmodeus wasn't used to giving any effort for anyone that wasn't his brother; but here he was, staying up to help you study as he played footsies with you under the table- or helping you fine tune your morning routine because you kept saying you didn't have the time for it- or begging you, this fragile little human, to take him to Madam Scream's so he could take pictures of the newest seasonal dessert for Devilgram; it still counted even if the picture was you looking so cute as you tasted it, right?

He loved how you looked at him; there was no infatuation, obsession, or adoration pooled within your irises, but there a subtle something there that he couldn't quite describe. He didn't want to, really; the possibility of it scared Asmodeus a little.

He completely forgot his eyes could have an effect on you until, suddenly, they did.

He hadn't even known he was using his charm; He just couldn't look away from that emotion that welled in your eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours, lacing your fingers together as he slammed his hips home against yours.

From Asmodeus's point of view, it was just of the beginning of what was a very long night. You were just so cute! Even when he wasn't spending time with you, he'd suddenly get a flash of inspiration and idea for something to try out when you were both alone. New positions, old positions spiced up with toys, testing the water with new kinks, and so on.

He had plenty of demonic stamina to spare, so he didn't mind one bit when you preferred to take charge; He loved the powerful side of you that could render him completely immobile through will alone just as much as the cute flustered side.

Both sides often had the same result: He couldn't take his eyes off of you as he'd watch in awe, whispering, cooing, and moaning praise and affection, showering you with vivid detail of just how wonderful you felt, how beautiful you looked.

"My, my," Asmodeus gently held your jaw as came much sooner than he intended. "Again? Are we feeling sensitive tonight?" His thumbs stroked down your cheeks as he watched that unnamable emotion your eyes, which was still remained as you rode out your orgasm. "Been busy without me?"

"N-no, no I haven't-!" you gasped as he slammed his hips against yours again; still holding your jaw as he gazed into your eyes, even as the rolled shut from overstimulation.

His thumb gently caressed your cheek as he reassured you, "It's alright, darling~. You can't summon me whenever, I understand. Can you show me those pretty eyes, again?"

"Thank you baby~." Tears trailed down your face; you were utterly overwhelmed. Asmodeus remained perfectly still as you looked into his amber irises, milking his cock as he made you come again. He remained sheathed inside of you as he let you ride it out, keeping still, but still purring in pleasure.

Asmodeus released your jaw, using both hands to wipe away your over stimulated tears "My, my, It seems my eyes do work on you, sweetheart." He let you have a moment, gently caressing your body as you got your breath back. It was hard, but he dragged his eyes away from yours. "I didn't even realize I was using them; I must admit, that's new." His eyes flicked back to meet yours, suddenly worried. "That is new for you, isn't it darling?"

When you threw your arm over your eyes, he had to resist the urge to grab your wrist; he desperately wanted to check and make sure that damned emotion was still there when you looked at him. He was terrified to name it, but the thought of losing that scared him even more.

You let out a breathless laugh. "I'm pretty sure I'd remember if you looking at me was enough to make me cum, Asmo."

You felt the curve of a talon caress over your lower eyelid, and you can't help but raise your arm to peek at your lover; you hadn't even felt Asmodeus shift.

You avoided his eyes- it felt insulting to make yourself cum again in the middle of a conversation, when Asmodeus wasn't even trying- but your hand rose to clasp over Asmo's as his painted talons traced over your features, and you noticed fangs tugging at his lips.

It was easy to flutter your eyes shut as you reached with your other hand to cradle the back of his skull and tug him forward. You can't help whimpering as he shifts, but you aren't searching to continue what you were both doing before the both of you realized Asmo's eyes were a) working and b) in overdrive.

Gently, as Asmo props himself upward, you lean upward to kiss his forehead, voice a little ragged as you seek to reassure your lover. "I still love you, Asmodeus. Your orgasm eyes aren't going to change that."

#request #obey me smut #obey me asmodeus smut #obey me asmodeus x reader #WHEW THIS ONE GOT LONG AND OUT OF CONTROL #the demi jumped out of me lmao #sorry this one took a hot minute #not really #I need to stop having good ideas they take a Lot to execute well #I was gonna do AFAB! reader at first but then it went full GN! whoops #thank you for requesting anon!! <333 #hope you enjoy!#snippet

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