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pimosworld · 2 months

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Hi it’s me!! Since you are open to requests, could you please do a very fluffy smut with Joel where the reader is very insecure about her body and he makes her feel loved and it’s just so sweet?? In need of a comfort daddy Joel 🥺

Pairing- Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary- Joel wants you to see your body the way he does, a work of art.

CW-18+, MDNI, NSFW, A smidge of angst because (body image issues), Fluff,miscommunication, reader is not described other than not feeling herself lately, Soft dom Joel, smut, body worship, mirror sex, fingering, unprotected piv, cream pie, self acceptance, no use of y/n

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A\N- My first Joel request and I would say I was feeling inspired by some body issues I’ve had lately. Thank you anon for this lovely request I hope I did it justice.

Clothing optional

There was a war going on in your house. Two separate wars to be exact, although you personally had no idea about one of them.

You’re currently on the frontlines in your room with a pile of mass casualties on the floor beside you. As you stand and face the mirror in front of you it’s unclear who the enemy is. Logic would have you believe it’s the clothes, the clothes that fit not long ago…that much you’re sure of. The cruel part of your brain, the part you couldn’t seem to shut off was telling you the enemy was your body. This body that has carried you through life, through ups and downs, through grief and happiness. Yet you stand here and shame it, calling it the enemy.

This dress, one that you were never really that fond of but could always rely on it fitting was the straw that broke the camel's back. It hugs in all the wrong places and definitely seems shorter than you remembered the last time you put it on. The lace at the seams is frayed a little and you swore you heard a stitch pop when you tried to unzip yourself. Now you’re frozen in fear that you’re stuck in this godforsaken thing and you’ve still not figured out what you’re wearing to impress Joel’s business partners. He was always so put together, what could they possibly think of you by his side.

“Sugar ya in there?” A knock on the bedroom door and Joel’s sweet voice causes you to panic.

You’re not even close to being ready. Tears streaming down your face, makeup ruined and your claustrophobia is aching to get out of this dress.

“Don’t come in.” Your garbled voice is evident all rushed out in a frenzy as you hear the door swing open.

****

The other war.

A war that’s been silently brewing in the house over the last few weeks. Joel noticed something different about you. It took him a lot longer than he’d cared to admit once he realized. He knew your body in and out. Every freckle, every line, every scar or birthmark. He’d made it his mission in life to be able to pick you out of a lineup blindfolded, only tasked with his hands or his mouth.

He was insatiable for you.

He never understood when other men would say that after some time you won’t be as obsessed with each other. After marriage things become monotonous and it feels like a chore. He loved chores, being able to complete a task. If loving you and worshiping your body was a chore then he wanted that duty everyday.

At first he thought he must’ve said or done something to upset you. He knew his mouth could be pretty reckless at times so he gave you a few days to cool off.

When you shy away from him or insisted your shirt stayed on during sex he started to grow suspicious. Maybe he hadn’t told you enough how much he appreciated your body. He thought he did a pretty good job of it but things get complicated when you’re in the heat of the moment. He made your brain go all fuzzy and it was hard to concentrate on what he was sayin’.

He’d had just about had enough when he walked into the kitchen the other day. You were reaching something high up on the shelf. Instead of asking if you needed help he just stood there ogling you as your shorts rode up, exposing the bottom of your ass. He wanted to sink his teeth into it. He wanted to grip your thighs and bend you over the counter. He could just imagine it as he pounded into you from behind while you screamed his name, the ripples from his thrusts dancing across your skin. You looked so startled when you saw him there, his eyes blown black with lust as he stepped towards you. His heart broke a little when you scurried away and returned aggressively wrapping your robe around you.

****

A peace offering.

You knew there was no way he was staying outside at any sign of your distress. He enters your shared bedroom slowly like he’s approaching a frightened animal. You’re sure you look like one in your state.

He’s quite the opposite. Crisp black on black suit, his hair combed back out of his face to show off those beautiful brown eyes. His cologne wafts towards you with hints of bergamot and cedar wood. Just the sight of him has you weak in the knees.

“You wanna tell me what’s got ya all worked up?” He takes a tentative step towards you as you shake your head and wrap your arms around yourself.

He clicks his tongue, hating how defeated you look right now. “Listen sugar, I’m gonna count to ten.” He gently unfurls your arms from you and wraps them around his middle. “And by the time I get to ten.” You take a shuddering breath against his chest relishing in the comfort he’s bringing you. “You’re gonna tell me what’s wrong.”

“One.”

“None of my clothes fit, I hate the way I look right now and I don’t want to embarrass you tonight because I look ridiculous standing next to you in some dress that I hate.” It’s all rushed out and muffled into his chest as he cradles your head and rocks you back and forth.

“Is that all?” He teases as you nod your head. “I’m thinkin’ maybe there’s a little more.”

“Two.”

“Well…the other day.” You let out an exasperated sigh as you look up at him. “You were starin’ at me, in the kitchen. I couldn’t tell what you were thinking, but it didn’t look good.”

He thinks for a moment, back to his thoughts in the kitchen and you must have read him all wrong.

Joel steps back from you briefly as he undoes his tie, letting it drop to the floor. “The other day in the kitchen.” His hands start to work at the buttons on his dress shirt as he shucks it off his broad shoulders. “I wasn’t tryin’ to stare. I was tryin’ to keep my hands to myself.”

Your breathing picks up as he undoes the buckle on his slacks and lets them join the rest of his clothes. He palms himself through his boxers, his hard length growing at the slightest touch.

“Joel, what are you doing?” He doesn’t answer you as his hands grip your shoulders turning you toward the mirror. “We’re gonna be late for the dinner.”

He leans in, taking your earlobe between his teeth as you gasp. “We’re not goin’ to the dinner sweetheart.” Joel’s eyes lock with yours in the mirror as he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Do ya see how beautiful you are?”

His grip stops you from shaking your head no and you figure you might as well get with the program now, since he’s being so generous.

“You wanna do this your way or my way?” He asks with an eyebrow raised in question.

“Your way?” You shakily answer as he smiles all wide and kisses your cheek.

His hands make quick work of the zipper that was stuck and he eases it down your back. Carefully dragging it down your body, letting the fabric pool at your feet. His hand kneads your breast and soft whimper leaves your lips as it trails down your stomach. “You weren’t plannin on wearin’ any panties to this event?” His fingers dip lower circling your clit just barely teasing you.

“I…I hadn’t gotten around to them yet.” Your voice is shaky as he winds his other arm around you pulling you taught to his chest.

“Well good thing…you won’t be needin’ em tonight.” His words send a shiver down your spine as you stand there, naked as the day you were born trying to stay afloat. “Now, I asked you if you see how beautiful you are?”

“Yes.” You moan out as he slips two fingers inside, chuckling to himself as he works you open.

You cry out at the loss as he pulls them from you, holding them out in front of your face. It’s lewd the way he licks his fingers and his grip on you tightens as your legs threaten to give out at the sight.

“You want me to show ya’ what I was thinkin’ about in the kitchen?” Rhetorical question of course but you're feverishly nodding your head all the same.

He places a soft kiss to your neck as he guides you to the bed. Neither of you trusting your feet to carry you there. “Lay down for me baby girl. Face me.” You lay down on your stomach, resting your head on your arms as you watch him place the mirror near the edge of the bed.

His fingers tug down his boxers and it surprises you every time, the sheer weight of him. His cock twitches at the sight as if it knows you’re looking, admiring as you stop yourself from reaching at the angry red tip to swipe your finger through the bead of precum leaking out.

The bed dips behind you as he straddles your thighs. You can see him in the mirror watching you as you wiggle your ass, that fight part of your brain no longer concerned with the way you look. Not with the way he’s looking at you. Like he wants to eat you alive.

His fingers grip your flesh as he tilts your hips up, he’s rock hard as he slides the tip through your aching folds. You clench around nothing as you try to draw him in.

“Eyes on the prize baby.” You tear your eyes from him as you catch yours in the mirror. He wants you to watch, but not him.

You’re the prize.

He sinks down in one fluid motion and it takes every fiber of your being to keep your eyes open. You both moan in unison as he starts a slow agonizing pace.

Joel watches you as long as he can but he can’t tear his eyes away from the ripple of your skin as he pounds your flesh. Hitting something deep and devastating inside you as you clutch the sheets. Soft chants of his name punched out in his thrusts as he tries to hold off his release. It feels too good and just like his daydream. Having you bent over all fucked out, unable to form a coherent through. The only thought he wants running through that head is how perfect you are.

“Oh fuck…I’m the luckiest man alive, ya know that.” He grits out as he meets your eyes again.

His strong hands haul you up against his chest as he wraps his arms around your shoulders. All you can manage is a head nod as you keen at this new angle.

You can feel the beads of sweat from his hair drip down onto you as you cling to his arms, he growls in your ear as your climax peaks over you, taking you by surprise as you cry out his name.

“This pussy was made for me darlin’.”

He can feel you suck him in and his balls draw up tight. Your front bathed in a sheen of sweat down your breasts and across your stomach as you ride out the aftershocks. His hips slow to a stutter as he holds your prone and pliant body, pulsing inside you as you let out a soft exhale.

You’re completely and utterly wrecked and he thinks you’re like one of those renaissance paintings with the naked ladies. Better than that because you’re real and you’re all his.

It takes you a moment to gather yourself as you lay there, Joel’s hand draped over your body at the edge of the bed. You can finally look in the mirror and see the war that was waging was all on your head.

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antariies · 3 months

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how to build a chair........... director's cut ∠( ᐛ 」∠)__ this is about to be a very long very self-indulgent post where i just talk about my own writing. i also doodled on all the pages i think it makes the whole thing more fun to go thru. welcome to my ted talk

SIKE before i begin. credit where credit is due, this post was the start of it all. it changed my brain chemistry my jaw was dropped i was in awe i was obsessed and before i even finished it i knew that i would eventually have to make something similar for the commander or else i would be cursed to think about it for the rest of my life. and i Was cursed for like two years every day i would just be like........ is today the day i sit down and draft the commander chair fic of my dreams....... maybe tomorrow......

and then i got accepted as a writer for the gw2 zine ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ the chair idea was actually my backup option in case my first idea didn't pan out, and thank god it didn't, bc this one worked so much better. (still working on my initial idea, just turning it into a full fic! it was wayyy too long to be a zine submission.)

this is the chair i used. i downloaded the assembly instructions and tried out a bunch of different free pdf editors until i found one i liked, which ended up being sedja. if anyone's interested in doing something like this, i recommend printing out the pdf and writing directly on it! it was a lot easier for me to just figure out everything on paper first and then digitalize it after :P here's a picture of my physical copy

okay actually getting into it for real this time !!!!!

1. yeah i could've just erased the ikea logo and left a blank space but then i realized i could turn it into an in-universe joke. and then i ran with it.

2. i ripped this straight from the product description on the website. thanks ikea

3. i'm not sure if anyone went and looked it up, but it's a real item code!

hehe :3c

4. if your commander willingly goes to therapy i'm happy for them but TO ME? you'd have to drag the commander kicking and screaming. it's not that they don't know that something is wrong with them, they know, and they know YOU know. you're just never supposed to talk about it. they don't look at their own psych eval results bc that's none of their business.

5. i normally avoid specifying the commander's race when i write them bc i enjoy the challenge, but for the zine i was assigned to write about a norn commander! as a human main i was uhhhh very ill-equipped. but that just meant i had to study up on my norn lore (•̀ᴗ•́)و i spent hours on the wiki, then went around interviewing norn mains for their opinions, which was great fun :D it all helped me narrow the focus of my piece: joining the war on commander objectification on the side of commander objectification (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ and no one self-aggrandizes quite like the norn commander!

and to balance that i knew my narrator had to be patronizing as shitttt. they've clearly been following the commander since the beginning and seem to know a lot of intimate details about their life, despite not thinking very highly of them. wonder who that could be :3c

6. i can't stop making references. so the original part number is actually #122620 in the manual but i've changed it here (and on the previous page!) to #082812, as in 08/28/12, the date gw2 was released! no real reason for it, @dalennaugw suggested it for funsies and i liked it. if you're my pal and i show you a wip and you have a cool idea for it, chances are i Will put that shit in. hi dale if you're reading this

7. another thing about me. i loveeee repetition. here the word "over" is repeated four times to match the picture. honestly a lot of the creative process for this piece was just staring at the pages and figuring out how to tie the pictures to the commander in ways that weren't extremely corny or trite. idk why i enjoy writing like this when i could be frolicking in the beautiful prosaic meadows of a word doc instead but. it's like i see a tiny little restrictive box and i'm like OH BOY can't wait to think inside of that thing!!! i like when the format matters just as much as the content and in some cases informs the content. am i making any sense here. well all you need to know is that i'm a virgo and my favorite book is house of leaves

7. aw fuck just realized i wrote 7 twice. whatever i'm not changing it this is 7 part two now. the theme of my piece is glory, what it means to the norn commander, and how far they're willing to go for it.

8. does norn culture place emphasis on seeking individual glory Yes are norn also very community-oriented Also Yes. i think it's common to see norn kids napping together in a big pile, usually after they've worn themselves out playing games outside. it makes sense practically (apes together warm) and socially (pack bonding good) but that's just my hc. growing up i used to share a bed with my cousins all the time so it's normal to me.

a young, naive not-yet-commander, with no real combat experience, has no point of reference to compare a "blaze of glory" to. but the way everyone talks about it, it must be a good thing. a wonderful thing. a reward fit for a life well-fought and a legend hard-earned. so they imagine it must feel like falling asleep surrounded by the people they love, who love them in turn.

9. .........i was playing a lot of ace attorney when i wrote this page. i wish i was joking 👍🏼

10. ohhh shit the truth come OUT this whole chair thing was all a ploy just so i could write about the departing. again.

will i ever stop thinking about her. reply hazy, try again later.

11. out of all the pages, this one has the most emphasis on text placement, like comparing the enlarged picture of the screw to a sword, the numbers counting the screws, and "up up up" being arranged to mimic a wisp of smoke.

i also wanted to lean into the viking/norse mythology influences with my word choice.

12. more nods to norn culture. i didn't know they referred to the six human gods as "spirits of action" until i was doing the research for this piece :O

and the domain of the lost is called a hall of ghosts....... cause valhalla.....

13.

i'm sorry this so funnyyy. SAYS the guy who literally clawed their way back to life for a rematch.

me when i'm in a sore loser competition and my opponent is the COMMANDER!!!

14. arms as in "limbs" and also arms as in "armaments" :•]

15. haha get it because the picture makes it look like there are two mirrored speech bubbles while the text paints two opposing interpretations of the norn commander. one that's selfless and humble versus one that's selfish and vainglorious.

16. and the best part is IT DOESN'T MATTER which one is true bc at the end of the day no matter what their motivation, balthazar is dead by their hand. ofc i'm of the opinion that the most compelling interpretation of the commander is both, simultaneously. contradictions are good for the soul.

17. i could've name-dropped kas, the only person present that would do something like that, but i felt it was better to leave it ambiguous.

18. low-hanging fruit. the metaphor was so obvious here but i had to do it. for the culture

19. the alternate title for this piece was "THIS COULD BE GLORY". "how to build a chair" was only supposed to be a placeholder title til i figured out a better one, but the innocuousness of it grew on me. also i came up with the other one too late and had already advertised under the chair title lol

20. my first instinct was to end it with something more reassuring, like "what you have built so far is enough" but that would've been an ooc switch-up for a narrator who has been nothing but snide and detached this whole time. gotta stick to my guns

21.

obligatory chair joke as the last line. for realsies though it’s meant to be an earnest appeal to the commander to take a break, to have a seat, but it’s also a challenge. are they willing to lean on their friends? are the bonds they’ve forged strong enough to hold their weight? are they willing to put their faith in someone else’s hands? are they brave enough to try? well. only one way to find out.

also guess what that wasn’t even the real last page of the manual. it's THIS

but no way i was letting this be the image we ended on. IT LOOKS LIKE A DICK AND BALLS!!!

and on that note, THANK YOU if you made it this far!! a very special shout-out to @hawkepockets, my lovely boyfriend and beta reader, without whom this piece would not be nearly as polished. i would bring him pages to look over and he would say Scrap half of those lines you can do better than that. kill your darlings. i would complain and argue for a few minutes then we would revise. rinse and repeat until we had honed this thing to perfection. i can't stress enough the importance of having a second pair of eyes on your work throughout your creative process, even better if it's someone who challenges you. i don't even pay him 🫶🏼

and if there was anything i didn't cover that you still have questions about, please feel free to shoot me an ask! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ thanks for reading! see u later dudes ;P

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #my writing #for once i have nothing to say in the tags bc i already talked so much in the body of the post.#ummmmmmmm meows cutely !

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skzooweemama · 7 months

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Hello!!! Omg I've recently been obsessing over your posts 😅 I love your writing style!

If you're not too busy, could you do a thing that's like skz's reactions to finding out you're ticklish?

It's totally fine if you don't want to, take care!! 💕

yes ofccccc!! i'm so glad you like my writing!

formal apologies to all my not ticklish stays- just pretend for this one :) <33

two posts in two days? who am i? guess i’m on a writing kick lol- unfortunately i do not think this will continue (but also i don’t want it to be another month before i post again so i’m gonna do my best)

anyway- hope y’all enjoy!! this was super fun to write! still experimenting w formatting too so stay tuned 😵‍💫

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Bang Chan:

channie definitely figured it out quick

literally he is always touching you

we've been over this

of course he is a gentleman

his love language may be physical touch, but he had to make sure you're okay w that first!

waits until you begin to initiate affection more often before he gets clingy

but then he's kind of all over you :)

you invited him over to your place one night, and even though he had just been working for hours, he was just too excited to see you

he was super tired though, so you took it upon yourself to set up a cute movie date so the two of you could just chill out and cuddle

at first, channie was just happily cuddled up against your side, an arm lazily slug around you waist while you petted his hair

it was cute and sleepy and perfect

until he just had to go and mess it up

chan's musicality seemed to get the best of him as he began to drum the rhythm to one of their tracks out on your waist

your very ticklish waist

there was a noble and valiant effort to stop yourself from freaking out, but alas

you let out a squeal and suddenly chan perked up, his exhaustion completely gone

safe to say you got pinned to the couch and tickled within an inch of your life

praying for you babe, he is a true monster

Lee Know:

minho wasn't really on the hunt for your tickle spots tbh

honestly, it's not something he thinks about a lot

unless it's happening right in front of him or he's feeling mischievous and he can take it out on someone in his direct vicinity (ex. our maknae on top)

his interest has to be piqued first

that's why when he figured out that you're ticklish, it was literally in the most cliche way possible

that's right- you got stuck in your shirt

it was a cute top that was way too expensive, but you had splurged a bit because you wanted something nice to wear on night outs

unfortunately, it was also incredibly tight and hard to get on and off

especially for your tipsy post-date brain... you were struggling

that's how minho found you, with your top half off, arms trapped in the fabric pulled over your head

he scoffed at you, shaking his head and tutting that you should've asked for help

just like him to be condescending at a time like this smh

but he does help you, grasping at your fabric cage and yanking upwards

and it was so helpful, except for the fact that he just barely brushed your underarms

which made you squeal and pull away from him

which made him curious

minho helped you out of the top completely before he decided to explore what made you squeal like that

after that, though, he tackled you onto the bed and found every single tickle spot you had before he even thought about letting you go

and he's a meanie too... idk if you'll survive :)

Changbin:

changbin has definitely tried to tickle you before

he just never found the spot

yk how sometimes you'll see vids of idols "tickling" their member's forearms or like shoulder?

he did shit like that, fully expecting you to laugh

safe to say you did not

so he had mostly given up, content with the fact that you aren't ticklish

however

he did start to take you on gym dates

and on one of these gym dates he discovered just how wrong he was

you decided to try to do an unassisted chin up, which you had been building up to by using resistance bands each time you tried

changbin was standing close by for moral support (and also to catch you just in case)

you made sure to remember the proper technique and pulled yourself all the way up, chin just meeting the bar

changbin cheered when you dropped down, grasping your waist and kissing your cheek proudly

you felt so victorious! but when changbin's hand just brushed against the skin of your stomach from beneath your shirt, you froze and let out a squeak of surprise

despite my earlier comments, changbin is no dummy

you can be sure that later that night he decided to see just how sensitive you really were

you'll never have a moment of peace with him now ;))))

Hyunjin:

hyunjin is a poker

for some reason, those long fingers of his are just drawn to exposed skin

changbin is a frequent target, but tbh all of the members have fallen victim to his shenanigans at some point

and ofc, there's no special treatment, even if you're dating him

you will be poked, and it will tickle

your first mistake was wearing a new shirt that had those slits going diagonally down the front of the top

you hadn't even thought anything of it when you put it on that morning

i mean, it's a shirt and you were under the assumption that your boyfriend wasn't a weirdo

(you were wrong)

that night, hyunjin decided to help you make some dinner

and by "help" i mean he stood behind you with his hands around your waist and his chin on your shoulder while you cooked, talking your ear off about whatever came to his mind

he's annoying

anyway, eventually he got bored

you were too focused on the food! how could you ignore him?!

as he stewed in his boredom, his fingers found their way to the slits in the front of your shirt and brushed up against your warm skin

and then, he delivered one firm poke

right to your bellybutton

immediately, you let out a strained giggle and tried to move away from him, but unfortunately he had you trapped between the kitchen counter and his body

before you could even devise another plan of escape, his hands slipped beneath your shirt and began to wreck your tummy, shirt slits be damned

you nearly died that night, and it was certainly not the last time something like that happened~

Han:

jisung was shy

really he was, especially at the beginning of your relationship

it took him a while to even work up the nerve to kiss you after you began dating, and even then he was kind of drunk

but somewhere around the 3 month mark, a switch flipped

he began to touch you more and he was more playful

introverts are funny like that

it stands to reason that he discovered how ticklish you were not long after

i mean, how were you supposed to respond when he asked to give you a foot massage? say no?

you tried that, but he pouted and you caved

you sort of accepted the fact that he'd find out, especially when you got out of the shower to find him on your bed with lotion and foot masks

and he looked so fcking cute too, curse you jisung >:(

safe to say he knew something was up as soon as you sat down to offer him a foot to massage

you were bright red, stuttering, and even sweating a lil bit

and when he started teasing?! telling you how cute you looked?!!?

oh no, you were done for

he couldn't even start massaging, you collapsed in giggles as soon as his fingers grazed the bottoms of your feet with lotion

your silly boyfriend started laughing at you, and the next thing you knew, your feet were headlocked beneath his arm and he was going to town on them

you screamed and thrashed, and eventually pulled a foot away and gave him a good kick

bad idea, because now he's gonna get revenge by finding out what other spots make you scream <3

Felix:

felix was totally curious

like you knew he was ticklish (you reminded him of that fact frequently), so shouldn't he know if you were too?

he thought he should

his investigation began one evening when he came over for a sleepover

you, ofc, were expecting nothing but cuddles and romantic cutesy stuff

after your last week of midterms at university, it felt more necessary than ever

felix, on the other hand, was nothing if not conniving

it wasn't his fault that you just looked so cute in your pjs

perfect to test his theories on as well

you had dragged him to the bathroom so you could do skincare together, and then made him sit through a face mask, and then you two finally went to bed

but felix still had to wait for the perfect moment

and he wasn't gonna stop you when your lips found their way to his, small kisses blossoming into a lazy make-out session

emphasis on "lazy" because honestly you could hardly keep your eyes open by the time he pulled away

he giggled and brushed your hair from your eyes, thumb tracing your kiss-swollen lips as he whispered about how pretty you were

you flushed, scolding him about being a tease before you reached to turn off your bedside table lamp

felix suddenly remembered his mission

and his time had arrived

you just barely clicked the light off before felix stuck his fingers right into your armpit, massaging deep circles into your flesh

you positively squealed, unable to stop yourself from falling into witch-like cackles

felix's investigation was a success, and you can bet he'd use these findings again and again

Seungmin:

seungmin tickles you to get what he wants

or at least, he does after he finds out about your weakness

and it doesn't take long really

technically, the two of you weren't even official yet when he makes the discovery

the night before, one thing kind of led to another during an after-party, and the next thing you knew, you woke up in the same bed

wearing very little

anywayyyy

seungmin was the first to wake up in the morning with a raging headache

no lie, he felt like he had been run over by 20 tour buses

somehow, when he saw you, cuddled into his chest snoozing peacefully, he felt less gross

it was probably because he was in love with you, but he wasn't really ready to admit that to himself yet

and he did really have to pee, and he could not do that with you koalabeared onto him

no time to think about emotions or anything

at first, he tried to shake you awake, which proved to be futile

next, he tried prying your arms off from around his waist, but your grip was like iron

finallly, he tried poking and prodding you because he didn't have any other ideas

almost immediately you began to squirm away, trying to fight off the tickles in your sleepy state

eventually (partly because you were too cute gently giggling and partly because now he really needed to pee) he finally dug into your sides and really gave you a good wake up call

you woke up laughing loudly from the tickles, and when your vision cleared, you saw a blushing seungmin making his way to the bathroom

I.N:

Jeongin tickles you when you annoy him

which you do a lot

it's like you were built to push all of his buttons istg

the first time he ever found out you were ticklish, you were making fun of him

it was a personal favorite pastime of yours

(definitely not because you thought jeongin was hot when he was frustrated, no ofc not)

today had just not been a good day for him in the slightest

his voice was a bit hoarse so he couldn’t record, he kept missing steps in their dance practice, and to top it all off he was breaking out from the stress of a new comeback

so really, why were you adding gas to that fire?

usually you only bugged him because you wanted to get his mind off of whatever was bothering him

your teasing was light hearted, and you never had bad intentions

but when you wouldn’t stop asking for kisses, started whining at him after he said he didn’t wanna give you kisses, and then sat yourself right on top of him and refused to move… that’s when he got fed up

and yet you kept it up

jeongin decided he needed to do something drastic

and of course he’d never hurt you and he wasn’t truly mad, but he did need to teach you a lesson

so… he set his hands on your hips, looking up at you from where you were seated on his lap, facing him

and he asked if you would move

when you said “no” once again, he squeezed your hips like his life depended on it

you shrieked and fell to the side, trying to squirm away from his evil hands as they tickled you mercilessly

as jeongin pinned you down and made you laugh until you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t help but think about how you deserved this

whatever, it was fun so you just decided to be even more annoying in the future :)

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ambcass · 1 month

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INVINCIBLE X MALE READER BRO IT COULD BE ANYTBING HERO X VILLAIN OLS IM CRHIGN MY EYES OUT

hello everypony. this is my brother. he decided to SPAM my inbox for a fanfic for his twink. as the amazing sister I am I will write smth for him (after 1.5 weeks of this sitting in my inbox) I'll make a pt.2 if u want

"No, it can't be. You can't be *villain name*." is the same thing every guy you've dated said after you told them about your secret. The truth is, the world classified you as a villain. Everyone watching the news considered you a cold, no-good killing machine.

Being a villain with telepathy, telekinesis, fire abilities, and mind-altering powers is never a good mix for anyone! Would you kill your ex's after finding out you're a villain? No, you cared too much for them. Altering their mind until you erase yourself from their minds and everyone they knew.

This time is different. You met a dorky-looking boy with slicked-back dark hair and blue eyes on your first day at Reginald Vel Johnson High School. You two had chemistry together, and the second you stepped foot in that class, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. You were so handsome in his eyes. He told William all about you every since! Crazy how much someone can be so obsessed with someone even without mind-altering.

Did you notice at first? No. Bad as feelings as you were, you could not give a fuck about Mark. He didn't interest you in any way until one day.

You were not in a good mood that day at all. Last night you were running off rooftops, trying to escape the hero in yellow and blue. You got away by creating a firewall and going into his mind, making him forget why he was there in the first place. This stunned him and you receive plenty of time to escape. The next, you got to Chem and sat behind Mark and William's lab table. You close your eyes and rest your head on the table while using your arms as support.

"*Name*? Him? The boy behind us?" William's words caught your attention. You looked up and glared at the two. Intrigued, you pretended to sleep. Keeping out for what they were about to say. Mark forcefully turned William's head,

"Noooo. Why would it be! You're so funny! hahaha," Mark grinned awkwardly. He grabbed William's face and spoke quietly but loud enough for you to hear. "Of course it's *name* you moron! Don't say it out loud-" You cut him off.

"Will you two stop talking about me?" you asked. Mark's face turned tomato red as he sank to his chair in embarrassment. Both William and Mark would look back at you but Mark would just stare at you, smiling. "Okay. Creepy...but he's kinda cute." You smiled softly.

Time past by and you couldn't stop wondering why they were talking about you! It's not like you actually knew them. Your eyes lit up as a idea was formed. If he wouldn't tell you, then why not find out for yourself. A smirk appeared on your face. "He wouldn't mind if I just- " Focusing on Mark's mind, you wonder why he's been staring at you ever since your first day, why he's talking about you like he's got some type of crush on you.

"I really like *name* but don't know how to tell him. He seems cool and I want to be closer to him but I'm scared he will shut me out... I have to tell him how I feel eventually. Right?" You're shocked. Lost for words even. Were you flattered? Maybe. It's been a while since you've been in a romantic relationship. This might be it.

A few minutes before class was about to end, an idea came to your mind. Why not give Mark some help confessing to you? Was it wrong? Yes. Did you care? No. You focused on his mind again. First, you thought of Mark confessing to you. Then, you sent it off to his brain. Lastly, you watch everything come into play. The bell rang and you packed up your stuff. Mark was lost in a trance while William was trying to figure out what was going on.

"Earth to Mark! Hellooo? Is anyone home?" You walked past the two without saying a word but stopped at the door frame. Mark snapped out of it and sprung up from his seat with a joyous smile. William raised his brows to an overly happy Mark. "Hey, are you okay-" William was cut off,

"I think I'm gonna do it, Will. I think I'll tell him how I feel."

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Sci I would like to speak to you about your quote on quote “Wade Wilson is half native Canadian” agenda pls it sounds Coolio

i haven't had the chance to do due research, and i don't have a lot of greater plans but i kind of just always like to make wade wilson a little more complicated than he appears, even if it's something he's buried. i don't want wade to be a plain toast white boy. not that white boys can't be complicated, but - you know, you know. i need more to sink my teeth into. and i'm kind of all about wade and peter consistently having parallels, and that being a strange sort of explanation for everything. for why they kind of hate each other but can't let each other go. for why they kind of understand each other better and are so forgiving of each other, over and over.

for - well, for why wade picked peter, specifically.

i think a huge motivation for wade wilson in 9319 - like, a huge motivator for all of his behaviours, and the reason why peter is such a vital part of his journey of self-improvement is that - he kind of lives vicariously through peter.

[x]

peter had, has, or has the opportunity to obtain everything wade wilson has ever wanted. peter embodies what wade wishes he was, and what he feels like he could be, if... if he was dealt a different hand, or whatever.

kind of obsessed with wade "could'a been, would'a been different, if i had what you had" wilson.

so wade kind of becomes obsessed with getting peter to reconcile all the pieces of his identity. all the things that wade sees in peter, that peter buries. and all the things that peter has, that he doesn't show gratitude for.

peter had a loving father figure, wade wishes he had that.

peter has a flawless bod. he should flaunt that.

peter is fruity as all get-out. he should be proud of that.

and – well, peter has a culture and a heritage too, that he's estranged from. he's jewish, but he wasn't raised that way because his parents left him.

[x]

it isn't a part of his life or identity that he's reconciled with. even though he could. it's something he doesn't do much with. it's not wrong of him, really, but peter has a tendency to reject vital parts of his identity just for fear of complicating his life. for fear. fear of being othered.

wade's obsessed with peter as a project, and kind of likes to live vicariously through peter. if he can improve peter and get peter to reconcile those missing parts of his identity then it's catharsis for him too. he can feel proud knowing peter's proud.

i just think it speaks to wade a little that he also has this heritage that he's estranged from. and it's one that can't be reconciled with, because not only is his mother gone, but his community is so dispersed and so forcibly assimilated that there's very few resources left for him to better understand his heritage. so, when he sees peter ignoring or rejecting this heritage that he has the means to rekindle, wade encourages peter. it's - it's this whole storyline i really wanted to do. where wade falls backwards over himself trying to throw peter a bar mitzvah because he's SO invested in peter reconciling his cultural identity.

and i think he's so invested because he doesn't have the chance to do it for himself.

same as him doting uncle ben because he didn't have that for himself either.

wade "i wish i had what you have" wilson, lovingly forcing one peter parker to count his blessings.

anyway this is just a thing that lives in my head all the time. don't know when it'll make it to the blog. but it's in my head, every time i write wade wilson. a boy who was "othered" in his community for every little piece of his identity. every little thing about him made him different. his heritage, his class, his gender expression – his brain.

[x]

he's a kid in a world that never felt built to fit.

[x]

thinking of him, always.

#sci speaks #ask-spiderpool #meta

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snitchesnsneeds · 4 months

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First Half of Miraculous Season 2 Done. Here's my thoughts:

The Collector: A pretty good start! They made the teens smart while still being dumb teens!

Despair Bear: Chloe needs a therapist, arguably moreso than a redemption arc and especially a downward villainous spiral. Also Dangit Grandpa

Prime Queen: Wow, this was a lot more chill than expected. Even Cat Noir was left aghast at what Nadja was doing, Nadja seemed to be pressuring Ladybug and Cat Noir more for views than anything else, and I'm not entirely sure Akuma personalities can be trusted.

Befana: Fun fact: This was the episode that got me into Miraculous in the first place because of how shocking it was. And then I discovered even more. In hindsight from watching the other episodes, it was relatively darker, but mostly because it's Marinette's friends and family that are getting G-rated killed instead of random civilians like every other episode.

Riposte: Kagami is here! I don't see too much chemistry with her and Adrien yet, but she's cool and I like her and feel like I could be friends in real life. Also this feels like a relatively uncommon trope, but I wish "X is blatantly a woman but no one notices" was spedran through by someone with brains.

Robustus: Pretty good, all things considered. From what I've heard about Miraculous lore, creating sapient or at the very least semi-sapient AI isn't that uncommon for weirdness hotspots, and I'm putting Max in the list of characters I think should have figured out Ladybug and Cat Noir's identity. (There's four now!)

Gigantitan: It turns out my favorite parts of Miraculous are the slice-of-life bits instead of the superhero bits the show is about! We got to see more of Marinette's friends! Alix! Mylene! Julie! The Eeby Deeby herself! Also it was really sweet to see Adrien's bodyguard calm down just by looking at the kid. Adrien's true daddy.

Dark Owl: No wonder these two aren't allowed to know eachothers' identities, considering how much of a loose tongue Marinette has!

Glaciator: Alright, it's finally time to talk about the sins of Marinette and Cat Noir, considering the fan content I osmosed before watching the series was heavy salt stuff, and I wanna see how much it holds up. So far Cat Noir has acted as if he's already dating Ladybug previously, and in this episode he got mad at Ladybug for not showing up at a date when she herself said she might not come due to having other plans. Isn't he supposed to be used to not-showing-up disappointment as Adrien due to his dad? Is it different because he's Cat Noir? Is this a breaking point? No matter, he eventually calms down and is ultimately the less bad member of the relationship. Marinette, meanwhile, doesn't have as many misdemeanors to her name but they're a lot worse. She stole Adrien's phone to get rid of an embarrassing message and got away with it too, what the hell, and also owns the schedule. Although I don't believe she stalked Adrien and made it herself due to how busy she is as both Marinette and Ladybug, that's just weird and wrong. I'm reluctant to call her a stalker, but her actions are still wrong. Ultimately, this relationship is going to need a lot of therapy and counseling to not crash and burn. What were we talking about again? Oh yeah. The ice cream episode. I think the ice cream guy can be wrong and he doesn't understand that.

Sapotis: Silly little fun episode, also it introduces the first new Miraculous holder! I'm honestly fine with it so far if it means more screentime for side characters. I honestly really like seeing Marinette's classmates. They're neat. Also I was this close to putting Alya on the list but she proves time and time again that she doesn't actually know Ladybug's identity.

Gorizilla: In this episode we are introduced to Adrien's deranged parasocial fanbase. I'm starting to understand some of his father's decisions at this point. This is what I was talking about with the schedule, by the way. These obsessive stalker creeps make Marinette look reasonable, and I wouldn't be surprised if the one guy who I'm pretty sure becomes Party Crasher discreetly stalked Adrien to get his schedule. Restraining orders need to be filed.

Captain Hardrock: One of the funniest episodes, up there with Dark Cupid. Also Luka is here! And he already has great chemistry with Marinette! And more Rosie and Julie content even if it's crumbs!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #ml salt #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #nadja chamack #kagami tsurugi #max kante #alix kubdel #mylene haprele #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #alya cesaire #luka couffaine #lukanette

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katapotato55 · 1 year

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How to write a good metaphor

yall seemed to like my post on "how to write good horror" so i figured i should make another one of these.

1- do. not. explain. the. metaphor.

don't.

"oh but how will the audience know my deep and meaningful message- "

SOME PEOPLE WONT GET IT. if you explain what you mean then suddenly the metaphor won't be deep anymore. it becomes a generic forced message.

i know you are tempted to make a character infodump about everything, fucking don't.

followup on this:

2- a good metaphor should potentially have multiple interpretations.

"but i don't want people to get the wrong impression of the story!"

then you either need to make damn sure its an elegantly written metaphor, or none at all. the death of the author is the idea that everyone has their own vision of a story they read, rearguards of authors intent. you need to come to terms with this or else you won't improve your writing skills.

you need to trust that your audience is intelligent enough to understand the metaphor on their own without bashing them over the head with it. sometimes people misunderstand meaning, it is a fact of life.

The game little inferno was thought of as a metaphor about pollution, in which later the creators went out to say it was actually about capitalism and wasting your life with things like exploitative mobile games. you just need make it SUBTLE and hope for the best.

3- The story/gameplay/etc should inform the metaphor(and sometimes reference real life examples)

To mention little inferno again, the "you must wait x amount of time for in-game item to be given to you" is a mirror of mobile games in the real world that use timers to leach money from you.

another example: analogue horror.

broken old technology is scary on its own, but many good analogue horror artists tend to use this to the advantage.

analogue horror can be used as a metaphor for dying trends and technology, like how in the 30's through 70's we used asbestos in the walls. Analogue horror makes a great parralel to this idea (see Blue_channel by gooseworx for a good example.) . the audience questions WHY this is on an old CRT tv and not just a smartphone, perhaps to imply this was an event that happened years ago.

undertale is another example, where most RPG's encourage you to fight and to level up, undertale uses this as a simple metaphor about obsessive control and being cruel to get an arbitrary achievement (i recommend the escapist's video on "why i didn't review undertale" on youtube for way better examples)

tldr: a metaphor is stronger if you lightly reference real life occurances and implement your metaphor in the medium presented.

4- the curtains are blue because they are blue.

not everyone is going to understand your metaphor

and not everyone is going to notice every single little metaphor you add to your story.

remember those teachers that would constantly stretch to imply something in a story is a metaphor and that the curtains are blue because of some deep metaphor for death and sadness and shit?

those teachers are full of it. ignore them.

metaphors are allowed to be simple. not every metaphor needs to be a hyper deep depth defying world changing thing. I could even argue a bunch of small metaphors connected to each other can be better than one big metaphor depending on your story.

relax. don't think too much about it because your average audience member won't.

5- study movies, tv, books, games, etc and understand why their metaphors work.

don't fall into that "the curtains are blue because of a deep message" English teacher mindset mind you.

"but how do i tell what is and isn't a metaphor?" you may ask

simple. trust your gut. you won't understand everything you come across but the human brain has a way of telling what is and isn't a metaphor in stories.

(spoiler about bugsnax)

I could argue Bugsnax is a metaphor about drug abuse and addiction. The characters have personality traits commonly associated with people vulnerable to drug addiction. An athlete, a hippy, a married couple going through a rough spot in their marriage with the threat of divorce, a mentally ill person with trauma and paranoia, etc.

It isn't obvious, many people may disagree with me, but you can't deny that there are signs i may be right.

(end of spoiler) the point i am trying to make: don't stretch to find a metaphor when you don't see one. if you are curious google other people's theories and make your own opinion. metaphors are hard and you will learn over time. and finally 6- do not ever do "it was all just a dream" or "the character is secretly in a coma" etc this applies to writing in general but it is still related to metaphors. the only time i have seen this done well is driver san francisco, but what it did right was A- make it so the players can guess ahead of time the mystery, such as the radio saying voices of your character in the hospital, or if you zoomed out you could hear a heart monitor. and B- it didn't completely un-do the entire story. that is my core issue with this trope. it either wastes your time un-doing the entire story readers worked hard to finish, or it is just nonsensical and terrible. "dora the explorer is actually in purgatory!" "spongebob is a metaphor for the 7 deadly sins!" "ash is in a coma and that is why he never ages! " ooooor it is a cartoon and you are forcing meaning that doesn't exist in something that doesn't even imply it. the world being a bit weird is not enough to be a metaphor for anything. If you want to make a good metaphor: do more effort than just slapping a lazy "it was all a coma" thing at the end. Like horror, stuff like this needs to be built up properly. also consider authors intent. I understand death of the author and all of that, but do you really think a retired marine biologist made spongebob to be a complex metaphor about sinners in hell ? (rip Stephen Hillenburg btw. we didn't deserve him.) thank you for reading, hope this helps. and please, learn to understand the tropes of metaphors before you attempt to make the story of a generation. edit- adding a couple more things i forgot 7- "the darkness is going to destroy the land or whatever!" i see this used all the time. spooky wookey dark shadowy bits going to destroy a land and is the hero's generic bad thing to fight. stop it. it is not a deep and complex metaphor about depression or whatever the hell you are on about. its lazy and stupid. 8- a story should stand up on its own regardless if audience members understand the metaphor or not I don't like Gris. it is a very pretty game with lovely visuals But also the entire story is just the main character moping about artistically and shit and go on about how artistically sad and dramatic this all is. if i don't understand the story without understanding the metaphor, then your story and your metaphor sucks. an example of a metaphor done well: spiritfairer without the metaphor, it is a simple game about running a traveling boat. even if you didn't care too much about the deeper meaning it is a cute story and the gameplay is fun (spoiler) if you look deeper, it can also be taken as a metaphor about greif and learning to accept your loved ones will one day die. things like the boat being filled with empty houses you can't remove is a good example of this. (end of spoiler) your story needs to stand up on its own to be good. don't use a metaphor as a crutch.

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Hi hi, It's rare to see people writing about Yone around here, so... Could I ask for a Yandere!Yone x reader in a modern AU? pwp

And thanks for everything (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Have a nice day <3

- 🍄

I am all about yone on this blog… esp since he’s the only AD character i know how to play and he has a special place in my heart! Thank you so much for requesting~

//tag: stalking, obsessive-protective Yone, some nsfw later on, yone is good at disguising himself as a normal person.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Lately it seems like the only news being broadcasted on the local channels are of the various attacks and robberies towards people who are just going out and about. At first this doesn’t really alarm you, thinking that it could never happen in your neighborhood, yet as your day goes on the thought sticks in your mind. You’re not that athletic and probably weaker than your average attacker, plus you live alone so if someone were to possibly follow you home they could hurt you or worse!

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· While sitting in a café with one of your friends the topic comes up again, they’ve always been scared of something like this happening to them and next thing you know it’s a few days later and they’re dragging you to a small building on the other side of your town. When they finally open the door you realize it’s some kind of martial arts center with a small gym inside, your friend explains that apart from teaching disciplines from all over the world they also offer beginner friendly self defense classes. What immediately catches your eye is the fact that in one corner of the building there’s a smaller group of people practicing their stances with bamboo swords, all being lead by a dark haired man, his features partially covered by it. His tall figure makes the movements look so elegant and you wonder how much it had taken for him to master such an art.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· “I’m surprised to see that there’s places that teach Kendo around here.” You tell your friend who lets out a small laugh in response. “ I know right! Yone, the instructor, started working here pretty recently and told us he started Kendo because his middle school offered it as an after school activity!” You smile at how your friend gushes about the man like you’re both in high school and talking about your crushes. You can’t help but admit that he looks very handsome, jet black hair kept up by a crimson red hair tie with just a few strands framing his sharp featues.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· It takes a while but after a few months you see yourself improving and you feel more at home inside the gym. Since becoming friends with some of the Kendo students you watch their matches during the break of your own lessons, you tried to talk to Yone as well but his replies were always brief and somewhat evasive. It was a shame since you really wanted to know him better but alas you respected him not being interested in socializing with you and moved on.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· You would have been shocked to know that he actually did want to talk to you. His brain would freeze upon hearing your voice say his name, a flurry of emotions overwhelming him. You didn’t know that the dusting of pink on his pale cheeks wasn’t from overexertion just as you didn’t know that your every move was being observed by him, both inside and outside of the center. At first Yone didn't understand what was going on with him, It’s like you awakened something new inside him: He was in utter love with your looks, the kind way you treated your friends and how supportive you were to everyone. Even the way you’d cutely stumble when trying to land a punch had his heart swell and he loved the fact that you wouldn’t give up on something despite not being a natural at it. He wanted to protect you, be the one you’d run to whenever there was danger.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Thanks to the countless hours researching on the internet Yone finally finds out what was wrong with him, turns out that in all of the years he had spent living he had never really felt love and attraction to someone until you came around. He also finds out that a minority of people feel obsessed with the object of their affection, those people would usually hide their condition and live normal, quiet lives yet express their desires and seek support on anonymous forums and sometimes meet in real life. It is hard to accept at first, Yone sees how sick some of the people in the forums are, he considers himself a monster and that he should isolate himself from society to keep you safe.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· One day help comes up in the form of a reply on a post Yone made, it's the thing that Yone had failed to consider when first researching his obsessive tendencies. Anon says: "In your previous posts you mentioned they seem interested in you and try to talk to you, no? I take this as a good sign. Even though you are this way in a relationship you can compromise with them, many people don't even know they have partners with these tendencies and they get to live happy and fullfilling relationships."

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Eventually the martial arts center decides to organize a new year’s eve dinner party for the members and everyone is going to attend. The convivial atmosphere is nice but after counting down until midnight your social batteries are a bit drained, the party goes on as you make your way to a corner with an empty couch and after a few minutes you feel the cushion next to you shift as a taller figure sits next to you. You start talking about something trivial, just to fill the weirdly tense silence between the two of you yet after a while your conversation diverts towards hobbies, movies and so on. Oddly enough you and Yone seem to have very similar tastes in many things, down to what you like to cook when you feel sick. After a while the only thing your brain can seem to focus is his smooth voice telling you stories from his childhood back in his hometown, things about his brother and the turbulent relationship they have and funny things that happened in his teens.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· You loose track of time as you sit there, Yone only noticing what time it was after he caught you stifling a yawn. “Apologies, I tend to ramble a bit when talking about these things. It wasn’t my intention to bore you.” He says, cheeks flushed just like when he was exercising back in the center. “Oh, you aren’t boring me at all! I’m actually very interested but your voice is also very relaxing!” You reply while your eyes shoot open, mentally beating yourself up for ruining the moment between the two of you. “My… you are flattering me tonight. It’s getting very late though, do you have a way to get home safely?” Yone asks, a sly grin on his face because of your compliment, you truly have no idea of how much your words can affect him.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· You look around only to find your friend sleeping soundly on a pillow that was haistily thrown on the floor next to some other people they are friends with, you know they would be unable to drive even if you woke them up. Thankfully Yone is right there for you, gently helping you put your coat back on and leading you away from the party towards his car with a hand on your shoulder. You have no idea how he knows the way to your house this well, even taking the shortcuts you usually take. Yone's hand that is idly stroking yours is a good enough distraction not to think about it though, he's so gentle when touching you and very much unlike to the self defense demonstrations he sometimes does with your instructor.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· It takes Yone more than five minutes to realize that you hugged him goodbye after he got you safely to your door, your body was so soft against the fabric of his turtleneck sweater and he finally got to feel your silky hair against his fingers. The night is far from over for him though, like usual he makes his way onto one of his many spots and sits down to watch you from one of your windows as you finish your night routine and get ready to sleep. To him being able to watch you this closely is very therapeutic, as you go about your day he likes to imagine himself living alongside you in a pretty house far away from everyone and everything. This time he can’t stop the images in his head from getting more vivid and he thinks that he truly has an opportunity to court you right and be the best partner for you.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· When he'll eventually ask you out you can't help but feel almost drowned in his affections and sweet words: he tells you for how long he has been waiting for this moment, that he will keep you safe from everything that scares you and that you'll never have to worry about anything when you're with him. You don't really notice it but Yone's presence is always looming behind you: you're almost always seen together and when you're not you make sure to always update on where you're going, you ask for his opinions on outfits and sometimes let him choose them for you. You seek for his approval and praise, his quiet smiles as you follow him around town when making errands always make you smile. Sure it might look overwhelming to some but it's something you're unconsciously appreciating, especially when he's basically your dream boyfriend and always talks you out of things that might be too "dangerous" for you. You're really lucky to have him to keep you safe, and even luckier because it looks like he has no intentions of ever leaving you.

NSFW AHEAD:

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Since he’s very good at covering up him being a yandere, Yone also knows how to hide what his deepest fantasies are. After a while of dating you decide to try and ask him if there's anything more unorthodox he'd like to try in bed but the topic seems to fluster him, leaving him looking down and you apologizing profusely to him. You notice how every time you sleep together he seems to hold back and you want him to enjoy himself too but you also know that you can't force someone to open up about certain topics.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· For a while you’ve only seen one side of Yone: an attentive service top who on occasion will tease yet never doing anything that could be remotely uncomfortable to you. The way he memorizes your sweet spots is inhuman and he’ll always put your pleasure first and foremost. He also lives for your praise and will nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck to hide his rampant blush, it’s an instant boost of serotonin for him to hear that it's him who is making you feel this good. He also likes to praise you and the closer he is to finishing the more it transforms into a flowery ramble about how good and beautiful you are.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· He finally opens up to his more perverse side and you can’t help but be fascinated by it: he’s all about marking, claiming you in as many ways as he can so you’ll have visible love bites peeking from the neckline of your shirts and bruises on your hips because of how hard he can grip. Despite his hands being long and elegant they also are extremely strong, he likes to remind you he’s in control by forcing you to look at him in the eyes while you’re oh so close.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Enjoys the amount of control that you give to him as well, when you first allowed him to tie your hands behind your back he was just so happy he was the only one who you’d ever allow to do this to you. Even though he gets a bit carried away and manhandles your body into certain positions he’ll still check in with you and stop instantly if he sees that you’re not enjoying it anymore. He loves it when you tell him you're his, that he's the only one who can see you like this and it will definitely turn him on more than he already is.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Also encourages you to grip on his biceps or shoulders when things get more intense, the scratch marks on his skin are a token to the fact that he belongs to you, just like you belong to him. So any of the scars you leave are a trophy for him and he’ll proudly take his shirt off when he trains. (and then people will stare at you funny because at this point everyone knows you're dating)

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· The scar on his face is a bit of a sensitive topic, but after a while of being in a relationship with you he’ll let you touch it and kiss it. There’s many tender moments where you gently stroke his face in the middle of sex and he will melt internally whenever it happens, he’s never felt so cared for and understood before being with you and this only makes him more obsessed with you.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· You’ll be always treated like royalty, Yone tends to be up and about right after finishing so he’ll bring you whatever you need to rest. Unless you want cuddles as aftercare, if that’s the case he’ll hold you close to his chest because he learned pretty quickly how much it relaxes you, if you fall asleep you'll find yourself neatly tucked into your shared bed and if he has to go somewhere the next day he'll make sure to leave you some water and snacks on the bedside table for when you wake up.

#tbh i have a vague idea of how a martial arts center works #yone x reader #lol x reader #lol yone #anons.🍄

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cloudyyoimiya · 1 year

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Hii! im not sure if youre taking requests right now but if so id like to request a portmafiayandere!ranpo x reader hcs

when i first got this request it really intrigued me. i never thought of what ranpo would be like in the mafia, but him as a yandere as well? i couldn’t get it off of my brain… thank you for requesting!!

Yandere Port Mafia! Ranpo Edogawa Headcanons

Possible warnings: Dark content, manipulation, mentions of nonconsensual drug usage, kidnapping, stalking

There are many routes we can take with these headcanons, so I’m going to start with you being a detective at the agency.

Let’s say that you were out on a job, trying to sniff out any information you can get about the Port Mafia. You went as an undercover agent and joined the mafia. You were relatively well accepted among your “peers”, but yet there was one man that didn’t like you in the slightest.

He would constantly watch you in plain sight. It’s almost as if he didn’t care if you caught him. You didn’t even know who it was as well. It made you nauseous.

Your first real encounter with him immediately rubbed you the wrong way as well. When he made eye contact with you, it felt as if he was staring through your soul. You felt like he knew everything about you, just by one glance. It was off putting to say the least.

This was the truth as well. He took note of how your hands were clammy as you shook his, how your face was slightly sweaty, how your breathing was uneven, how you seemed panicked… He deduced that you were an enemy in disguise almost instantly.

Later, you eventually found out that the person you shook hands with was one of the newest mafia executives; Ranpo Edogawa.

You didn’t like this one bit. You’ve heard stories of what he has done while in the mafias ranks, and it scared you. He was known for making up extremely complex plans for the mafia, and he was not to be messed with. The stories you were told also described how he would be able to figure out a persons motive within the speed of sound.

It scared you.

So what did you do?

You avoided him as much as you could.

You would keep your distance. You would always try to be on the opposite side of the building as him, you’d run past him if you were ever in the same room, and you’d try to ask for orders that made sure you wouldn’t be near him.

For the most part, it worked. You were able to successfully keep your distance from him!

Well, so you thought.

He was always watching you. If you were in a crowd, he was there as well. If you were in your office typing up some paperwork, he had a secret camera watching you.

He knew that you were a detective trying to gather information about the mafia, but yet he didn’t do a thing to stop you. He just simply watched on the sidelines, observing your every move.

Over the course of a few months, he started to fall in love with you. His love was… obsessive to say the least.

He’d set up more cameras so he could watch you—even some in your apartment. You of course, we’re none the wiser. He was very good at being discreet with his actions. After all, he was once the greatest detective in the world, alongside now being the best strategist in the mafia.

But then one day you were forced to go on a job with him due to his personal request. The letter you received asking you to come to his office was more than threatening as well. The way he worded things in his letter made everything seem more violent than they needed too.

When you entered his office, he asked you to sit down in a chair nearby. He then offered you one of his candies—something he has never done before.

You of course took the sweet, not wanting to rouse any suspicion on your end. You slowly ate it, and realized it tasted like cinnamon. You quickly checked the wrapper and it was supposed to be a fruity candy, not something that was had an autumn-like taste.

You then passed out.

When you awoke, you were in the mafias “dungeon.”

Ranpo was sitting in the corner, playing a video game. He wasn’t paying any attention to you.

When you made a noise, he looked up at you and giggled. He then started to explain how he felt about you, why you were there, and what would happen to in the future. He then gave you two options; become his spouse and live in captivity, or die.

You, of course, chose to become his spouse after some… “convincing.”

Being his darling wouldnt be as bad as it may seem. He may be a mafioso, but he still has morals from his detective days. Though, sometimes it would be hard to read him since he was still quite childish.

More often than not you’d be forced to cook him dinner, do housework, and do other small miscellaneous tasks to appease him. He’d never force you to do something that you didn’t wish to do… unless it was cuddling him or sharing your plate.

You would be stuck at his home forever, yes, but he’d still allow you some small freedoms. He’d never tie you up unless you had attempted to escape. He’d of course knew that you would try to escape before you even attempted to do it. He was very smart after all, maybe too smart.

You’ll be a good to him though, right?

He’d absolutely hate to torture you.

#bungou stray dogs #yandere #yandere bsd #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere ranpo #ranpo edogawa #ranpo edogawa x reader #bungou stray dogs ranpo #edogawa ranpo #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd headcanons #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bungo stray dogs ranpo #ranpo bungou stray dogs

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lyriumcoloredskies · 7 months

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Written in the Pages pt.1

Pairing: Bakugo x Villain!Reader WC: 2.8k Summary: In which Bakugo finds himself a little too attached to a certain public nuisance, much to the detriment of his own life. CW: angst, veiled mention of depression, burnout, maladaptive daydreaming, parasocial relationship, lots of cursing, pining, bakugo is a little delulu (but aren't we all?) AN: Also posted on my AO3 under the same name.

You were entirely too likeable.

Maybe it was your attitude – larger than life, with a witty comeback for everything, and that blasé way about you. Maybe was it the killer figure? Your fat fucking hips, a perky juicy little ass, and tig ol' biddies that Bakugo just wanted to smash his face into.

Every time Bakugo thought about it, he could feel his left temple throb so deeply it threatened to end his entire life right then and there with an aneurysm.

Seven long and hard years grinding his way to the number 2 spot on the Pro-Hero list only for him to be pulled into this stupid cat and mouse game for the last five. You were a messy stain on his perfect record of putting even the most elusive criminals away in jail. Just like that, you managed to land yourself right in the thoughts of Bakugo Katsuki.

24/7, rent fucking free.

At first Katsuki assumed it was his quick temper, fragile ego, and perfectionist attitude rearing its ugly head. He was so sure the obsession would fade as soon as he slapped those cuffs on you and turned you over to the proper authorities. That thought was beaten out of him by the second year of chasing you only to be given the slip every time. Katsuki quickly found himself raging and roaring to go as if he was the same 15 year old boy at UA with a competitive streak a mile wide.

He poured over your files, rewatching clip after clip to see where he went wrong. How many late nights did he spend with Kirishima planning new strategies only to be outwitted yet again? Way too many for his ego to admit. When the third year rolled around, Katsuki tried his best to just move on.

This was fine. Totally fine.

If life had taught him anything it was that some things were not worth pouring energy over. It wasn’t like you were out there committing mass murder, just the occasional bank robbery and public nuisance charge. Determined to turn over a new leaf, and at Kirishima’s insistence, he neatly placed all the case files into a box and pawned it off to his sidekicks.

So, color Bakugo surprised when he found out that you didn’t leave his mind after his little desk clean out.

No, you fucking lingered because YOU were everywhere.

The internet was a disgusting and depraved place. Just like how there were fans dedicated to heroes, villain fans existed too. He was reminded of that fact every time he logged into his TigTog, Tweeter, or PicstaGram to "promote" his socials. Damn his PR manager.

He saw thousands of "thirst posts" from so called "villain simps", whatever the fuck that meant. Bakugo didn’t care and he sure as hell did not want to know. He had to begrudgingly admit that he somewhat understood how you became so infamous.

Though he would adamantly deny it, he wasn’t blind. Every altercation between the two of you meant he sometimes saw you more than his own friends and family. In fact, you were the only woman, aside from his mom and UA friends, that he saw regularly. Even though he was a hero, Bakugo is a hot-blooded man. His eyes wandered and lingered for a little too long to be considered “battle analysis”. He intimately knew the soft curves of your hips and the way you sounded as you panted for air. Images that were burned so deep in his brain that he had to will himself not to go there when he heard your name.

If Bakugo let himself linger a little too long, his mind would escape from him. While his thoughts ran wild he couldn’t help but think of you. You were something Bakugou knew he would only see once in a lifetime. From your beautiful eyes, shining bright with wit and something of a naughtier nature, to your plump beautiful lips, full and shiny – FUCK.

He hated to admit it, but he loved the way your soft full breasts jiggled in your catsuit as you jumped, avoiding his explosions. How many times had he, like that fucking perverted grape boy, stared at your chest during fights? Only to get distracted just enough for you to slip beyond his grasp. It grated on his ego more than hearing that Deku kept his spot as number one at each Hero Awards Ceremony.

But holy fuck he would readily admit he would crawl on his knees to the gates of heaven if he could even hold you. To love you like you were everything because you were.

If only Bakugo thinks. If only he could hold you. If only he could bury himself deep in your thighs, happily leaving behind air for something sweeter. What Bakugo wouldn’t give to be with you. Sometimes after a hard day, when the dust of every fight was washed off and the night was quiet, the blond’s mind would race. Each thought raking and obsessing over what ifs. What if you had been a hero? What if you two had met in high school. Would you have been attracted to him? What would it be like to come home to you? His child on your hip and stomach round with his second.

Bakugo's thoughts ran through the night, often robbing him of what little sleep he could scrounge up in his busy schedule. He earnestly tried to close his eyes shut, meditating to clear his thoughts. He was desperate for a wink of sleep and yet he couldn’t stop himself from obsessing.

Every.

Single.

Night.

***

The sleepless nights and long days had been taking a toll on Katsuki and he could tell. Everyone around him could tell. His sidekicks gave him a wide berth, hoping not to get caught in his hair trigger temper. Even understanding and sweet Kirishima had been keeping a distance. The tall red-head could tell something was wrong with his best friend but wasn’t quite sure how to broach the subject.

Every call on patrol was another battering to Katsuki’s already aching body. Coupled with the lack of sleep he knew he wasn’t at his best. The blonde’s forearms spasmed and burned when he used his quirk and his temples throbbed after every fight. The pro-hero was in no condition to continue to go out to the field and yet he continued, all in hopes of seeing you.

One day his prayer was answered. A bank robbery in Mustafu had been called in and for the first time in weeks Bakugo perked up. He knew he was utterly fucked when the bank robbery call was what got his blood racing. As he shot off his explosions to get to the 5th St. where the Central Mustafu Bank was located. His mind buzzing with the idea of seeing you again. The adrenaline of using his quirk coupled with the lack of sleep ultimately led to his mistake. The minute he landed at the bank entrance his vermillion eyes darted around the scene, mentally noting the best routes. The blond made a split-second decision and took a hard left to get to the vault. He knew you too well. Bakugo would bet his entire life on that decision.

His bet paid off when the sight of your catsuit clad body rapidly came into view. He was distracted by the way you stood in the bank vault surrounded by the chaos of vault boxes strewn about the marble floor. Your soft perky ass hugged by the unforgiving thick leather material of your catsuit. Your shiny hair framed your face and bounced when you turned to look at him. And fuck – if he could just relive that moment when you flashed him a flirty smile and blew him a kiss. Bakugou's pulse quickened, and it was like time just stopped. His brain turned numb and he momentarily forgot everything. He was fucking stunned. He could hear his pulse roar in his ears, heart threatening to escape his rib cage.

His crimson eyes drank in the sight of you with the ferocity of a man who hadn’t seen water in days. His brain was mush and though he willed his body to move, he found all his limbs were defiant to his will. The number 2 pro-hero was glued to his spot as he watched you stretch out your hands and snap.

He would only watch helplessly as you used your quirk to create a mirror which you slipped into. Outside of the vault the last of your crew executed a swift escape after overwhelming the other heroes that flocked to assist the situation. The blond knew it was all his fault. He was supposed to quickly eliminate the threat at the vault before turning back to offer support to the other heroes. It had all been because he faltered.

Back at the MightRiot agency Bakugo poked his head into Kirishima’s office letting him know he would be taking the rest of the day off. His fellow pro-hero shot him a worried look which Bakugo pointedly ignored. He didn’t want to get into this. He just needed to get home, wash all the crap from today off him, and take a nice long fucking nap. Of course, was Bakugo given that reprieve? Nope. His failure mocked him when he got home.

He instinctively turned on the TV which had already been on the news station.

“And it appears that we have some news about yesterday’s burglary. Takeshima, Daichi the board member of Hondo Motor Corporation was the victim of yesterday’s heist. The burglars have stolen just a little over 7 million yen’s worth of precious metals from a vault in Mustafu Central Bank. Pro-hero Dynamight responded to the burglary but was unsuccessful in apprehending the suspects. Let’s go to our official Hero Correspon-“

Bakugou turned off the T.V., and threw the defenseless remote on the coffee table. Hearing those words used to burn a deep ember within Bakugou’s stomach to become a better hero for his community. Now that smoldering ambition turned into hot flames of embarrassment that licked his cheeks and the top of his ears. He didn’t deserve to be called a hero.

His mind was plagued with the insecurities and doubt that had been deep embedded into his psyche since he was a child. He wanted nothing more than to go to sleep but Bakugo fucking knew what he would do. Because like clockwork, every day for the last year he had been doing it. He knew that instead of taking a shower and finally giving his body and mind the rest he needed, he would pick up the laptop on his mahogany coffee table. He would pick up from where he left off the other night. He could feel the ice cold feeling of shame settle like lead in his stomach. Despite the shame he didn’t stop. He couldn’t.

Bakugo wishes he could look back and say he was a better man but he wasn’t. Life after UA had been hard. He had kept his head down, nose to the wheel, grinding through the rankings to achieve his dream. The reality was, Bakugo felt empty. He had thrown away the potential for affection in lieu of achieving his lifelong dream. Now at the top he realized it was lonely. With his dream achieved, what did he have left? He watched as his friends, slowly but surely, find their life partners. Deku and Cheeks were one of the first, quickly confessing to each other right after graduating UA. Kyoka and Momo, Hagakure and Oijiro, the list went on and on. Even Icy-Hot managed to find someone. Then there was him, Dynamight, #2 pro-hero, and all alone.

“What a fucking joke.” Bakugo thought to himself. His own ambition was his ultimate downfall. It was the reason he woke up every morning to an empty bed and came home to a quiet apartment.

It was too easy to pour himself into his work. It was all he had after all. That’s why he thought nothing of it when he took on the job of taking you down.

He remembers that day clearly. Bakugou received a dossier on the thief who had bested him just a few hours prior. It outlined the basics – your name, height, quirk, etc. and for a while that information was enough. It wasn’t until the 3rd encounter did, he decide to Moogle your villain moniker. The search turned up some promising leads. He skimmed through a couple of news articles before quickly X-ing out of all of them. He couldn’t bear to read another gimmicky copy paste low effort article by some two-bit writer for a pro hero gossip column.

He soon began looking for alternative sources of information. He turned to social media, hoping to find citizen footage of incidents. Maybe there was an angle he had missed. He quickly fell down a rabbit hole. Bakugo tore through the threads on Readdit detailing your quirk, attacks, and motives. His brain voraciously consuming the content he could find. Like that the obsession switch had been turned on. Every fight and every failure were more fuel to the fire. Bakugo found himself heading home and searching up more and more he could about you. Soon combing over footage of fights to strategize on combat became watching your flexible body contort itself into positions that Bakugo would fucking die to have you in.

Before even the blond himself knew it he began daydreaming of you. Thinking of scenarios to beat you morphed into scenarios of you and him, blissful and in love. The what ifs had taken over Bakugos mind.

Perhaps if Bakugo had been alone in his pining, he could have been okay. The fire would eventually have burned out. It’s very unfortunate that every time he opened his laptop he found more kindling.

Since Bakugo was young, he had been a closet romantic. Though he would adamantly deny it, his years at UA had been spent staying up late to finish the latest chapter of Kiss Kiss Fall in Love, his favorite romance novel. His heart twisted and gripped in moments of beautifully written angst, and the teasing lead up to the first kiss had the blond biting his pillow to suppress his shouts of excitement. Bakugo loved love. Despite his prickly exterior he had always dreamed up fantasies about being loved in a way that didn’t need words. His soulmate would just know the right things to say to make him feel better after patrols. She would know what to do and what to say to soothe his raw emotions after everything went wrong.

When Bakugo met his ideal woman that fateful day 5 years ago, it was the catalyst to his new daily habit. Wake up, work, come home, read fanfics about you. The one woman he couldn’t have was the woman he had built his entire life around. Each fanfic burned his pulse hotter. He found himself in too deep of a pit to climb out of. He found himself ensnared by the words on the page. Each paragraph detailing their love and the tribulations they faced to get there. He found with every word he read, the deeper he fell in love with you. He had already spent lifetimes with you. Some were tragic tales of two people who could never be.

Bakugo’s favorites were the mushy tooth rotting ones with meet cutes. He was utterly in love with the idea of meeting you organically. Colliding outside of a coffee shop only to lock eyes or maybe going into a floral shop only to fall in love with the girl selling the flowers. On hard days Bakugo would indulge himself in a Soulmate AU. Bakugo had experienced it all with you. The saddest thing was, Bakugo knew it wasn’t true. If the mere thought crossed his mind, he knew it would send him spiraling. He pushed it away in favor for his perfectly crafted fantasy. The blond knew this wasn’t healthy but quite frankly he didn’t care at this point.

He was in too deep.

Instead he spent his days teetering on the edge of his reality and the fantasy he built to escape, and on the days he was lucky enough, he would catch a glimpse of you. Boy, did it set his heart ablaze.

He tried to shake you out of his mind by burying himself in work and going on dates with attractive girls. It got old quickly. Because how was some random girl supposed to compare to you? You who was there to comfort Bakugo after the hardest days. You who smiled so brightly as you cheered him on, you who held him so lovingly even after Deku beat him out for the number one spot again.

Deep down he knew.

#bakugou katsuki #mha #bnha #bakugou x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #fanfic

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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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𝐖𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 4,6K

Summary: You and Elvis were complete opposites and far from friends, but sometimes death brings people closer together.

Warnings: vampire!Elvis, 50s!Elvis, small mention of cheating, mention of death, small mention of dub-con, consumption of alcohol and blood, usage of drugs, inaccurate timelines in Elvis' life etc, Elvis is not famous, strong language, use of the word nerd/geek (?), platonic soulmates.

A/N: hi, it's me, back on my vampire obsession shit. what's new? :)

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Elvis Presley had everything he wanted in life.

He was at the height of his popularity, Humes High number one football player and he was dating his equally as popular female counterpart, Betty Nelson.

Life was good, perfect he’d even dare to say, until it wasn’t.

Until everything came crashing down.

He should’ve known that the pit in his stomach he got as soon as he walked through the doors of some random house party Red took him to indicated something wasn’t quite right. He should’ve known that his subconscious mind was trying to tell him something, warn him about the danger that laid ahead, but he ignored it. He never turned down a good party or the opportunity to let loose and forget about his tight practice schedule that was overworking his body; it was just a party, what could go wrong?

It turned out a lot could go wrong. He had no idea who the party was thrown by or who’s house he was even in, but as he gradually got more intoxicated, the uneasy feeling he had only intensified. Things got out of hand when a bunch of college students showed up and drugs got involved; still, he tried to ignore the part of his brain that was screaming at him to leave.

He popped one of the pills he was offered by a random party go-er, not knowing what it was or what it did. One thing led to another and he found himself in one of the bedrooms of the house, heavily making out with an older girl that belonged to the college crowd. He was hyperaware of his surroundings, yet at the same time his limbs felt heavy and his head was spinning.

Betty was in the back of his mind, but he didn’t stop the girl in front of him from undressing him. The last thing he remembered from that entire night was the way his body was entangled with hers and an excrutiating pain when she hid her face in his neck. Due to the drugs in his system, he lacked the strength to get out of the situation he found himself in. It didn’t take him long to black out, the world around him disappearing into nothingness.

The momented he opened his eyes again he looked right up at the dark night sky. It felt like he had been out for hours, days even, and as he looked at his surroundings he could see he just on the outskirts of town. A long dark road was outstretched in front of him, surrounded by long tall trees and he knew his journey back home was going to be a long one; there was not one car in sight and he felt absolutely miserable.

His head was throbbing and for whatever reason, his gums were sensitive as well as every muscle in his body. He figured it were the effects of the drugs he took and the fact that he mixed them with alcohol wouldn’t do his body any good either. He wanted to go home, take a hot shower and get in his bed to sleep the upcoming day away but as he started walking at the side of the road, he knew it would take him hours to get home.

As a car pulled up next to him after a little while, he thought it was a miracle until he got in the passenger’s seat to acccompany the friendly middle aged man who seemed to be on his way home from a graveyard shift. For whatever freakish reason, he could hear the man’s heartbeat like it was his own and when he looked at him and saw the blood literally running through his veins underneath his skin, he quickly looked away and rubbed his eyes a little.

It had to be the drugs. There was no other explanation.

But for some reason, he couldn’t stop himself from looking at it again; now he couldn’t take his eyes off the man’s neck and the pulsating veins in it. He didn’t know what came over him as he got closer and closer, the scent radiating off the man making the voice in his head urge him to do what he was planning to; the driver screamed bloody murder as Elvis lunged forward and bit his neck.

The newborn vampire groaned loudly in pain as his fangs came through, the pain extremely uncomfortable but it disappeared as soon he tasted his first drop of blood.

You were aware of who Elvis Presley was. Most popular boy in school and unfortunately, your neighbor since you were both babies. You used to liked Elvis; when you were young, you’d play outside together with the other kids but as you grew older the both of you started to develop other interests and grew apart.

You and Elvis were like day and night. While you’d rather stick your nose in a good book and actually handed in assignments on time, he’d prefer to waste his weekends away at parties and throw a ball around.

It was typical, really; he was the popular jog with bad grades and you were the perfect student who had never been to a party, let alone had a sip of alcohol. You and Elvis were far from friends and you were perfectly happy with that – unfortunately, the universe had other plans for the both of you.

Awakening out of your sleep with fear because of the doorbell ringing at this ungodly hour, you rushed down the stairs and peeked through the window at the side of the door. You lived with your father, a cop who worked nightshifts mostly, so thankfully he wasn’t here to question the Presley boy who stood in front of the door.

But you were and when you opened the door and immediately noticed the blood on his face, you were nailed to the ground. You’d be surprised as to why the boy you hadn’t spoken more than two words to in years was standing in front of your door at this hour, but seeing the state he was in, you were completely flabbergasted.

“I think I need your help,” he blurted out, scratching the back of his head before he wiped some blood from his chin with the back of his hand.

Two things popped into your mind – either he got into a nasty fight, or he killed someone.

The way a vampire would kill someone.

You had always been a believer of the supernatural; in fact, you were a big fan. While it was fiction to most people and everyone you knew thought you were crazy, you refused to be convinced that it wasn’t real.

There was more out there.

Vampires, witches, werewolves, ghouls… All real. They had to be.

Where else would those stories and their rich history come from?

“What happened to you?”

“I.. I don’t know.. I was at this party and then I took- I drank too much, blacked out and woke up in the middle of nowhere. Then I got picked up by a truck and I.. well..” he pointed at the blood stains on the lower half of his face and you widened your eyes, holding onto the door firmly.

He would’ve been a little more careful with his explanation if it would’ve been anyone else he was talking to, but this was you. He knew you had some weird vampire kink and actually believed they were real; hell, he taunted you with it plenty of times before in the past. Like many other people, he had always thought it was nothing but fiction, but now he wasn’t so sure anymore.

You took a step aside, signing for him to come in with a nod of your head. While you were excited about your neighbor having possibly turned into a vampire, your brain needed confirmation.

As he took a step forward, wanting to get into the house, he was stopped by some invisible force and you gasped softly.

Elvis frowned, looking like some kind of mime artist as he placed his hands flat against the force; no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn’t get in.

“Y/N, stop this bullshit and let me in,” he urged, trying to step over the threshold again. The sight in front of you was pretty funny, but seeing how serious the situation was, you told him to come in and he squinted his eyes in suspicion for a second before he stepped inside – without any problems this time.

“Can you please get one of your monster books and tell me what the hell is going on with me and how to fix it? I have an important game in a week!” he exclaimed with a mix of frustration and panic on his tongue. “And stop breathing so loudly, it’s very distracting,”

You scoffed softly as you watched him stand there with his hands on his hips, looking at you impatiently.

He either didn’t realise the situation he was in, or he pretended not to as a coping mechanism.

“First of all, they’re Occult books and second, I’m not breathing loud. Your senses are heightened, which include your hearing,” you pointed out to him and he rolled his eyes.

“What does that even mean? See, you know about this geeky stuff. Tell me everything you know,”

You could easily turn him down and let him find out what he had become and everything that came along with it on his own, but this was kind of a once in a lifetime opportunity for you as well; teaching a real vampire everything about vampirism. If he was going to use you, you figured there was no harm in doing the same.

Elvis didn’t realise the seriousness of the situation until you told him more about it. His entire world was flipped upside down as you told him he couldn’t go outside in the sun anymore; therefor it was goodbye popularity, goodbye football and goodbye Betty.

For the past two weeks, he had been cooped up inside of your bedroom. He couldn’t go home anymore, because he had no excuse to tell his parents for not going to school anymore or leaving the house at all; people were getting suspicious and his parents had officially reported him as ‘missing’. He hated knowing that his mother was just next door, worrying and wondering where her son was and if he was even still alive. He came up with a suggestion that you thought was pretty extreme, but he didn’t seem like he wanted to change his mind.

“It’s the only option. According to you, I’m already dead,” he shrugged as he laid on your bed, tugging on the ears of your teddy bear that was sitting on his stomach. “There might not be a body to bury, but at least I get a headstone,”

“Elvis, do you know what you’re saying right now? If you do this, you’ll never see your family or your friends again,”

“I won’t see them anymore anyways, Y/N,” he snapped as he threw the stuffed animal to the foot of the bed, sitting up as he placed his feet on the ground and looked at you. “I’m a fucking vampire, I can’t go outside because I’ll burn to freakin’ ashes. Do you know what I think about all day long when I sit here in the dark like a damn prisoner? Do you?”

You could take a wild guess, but you could see he was steadily getting more frustrated, so you wisely kept your mouth shut.

“Blood. Your blood. Anyone’s blood, really! Even when you’re downstairs, I can literally hear the thumping of your heart and the sound of your blood pulsating through your veins,” he was raising his voice now, his hands animatedly expressing the frustrated and frantic state he was in. “The birds you bring me do the trick for a minute, yeah, but I’m hungry. I’m starving, but I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I hurt you or if I hurt my parents. I need to.. I.. I need to go, I need to get out of Memphis,”

He ran his hands through his hair, messing up the locks as he got up and paced back and forth in front of you. You looked up at him as you sat at your desk, sighing deeply before you got up. He watched with a frown as you walked out of the room and thundered down the stairs; he didn’t follow. He rarely went downstairs, not wanting to face your father if he was home even though that was rarely the case since the man was always working.

You were back in less than a minute, knife and glass in your hand. Without a word, you placed the glass on your desk and braced yourself for the sting as you sucked in a breath and sliced the knife across your palm, letting the crimson liquid drip into the glass.

“What are you doin’? Are you crazy?” he gasped softly, walking over to you to grab your wrist and pull it away from the glass.

“You’re right, Elvis,” you told him, ignoring the shiver that threatened to travel down your spine as you saw the vampiric state of his face. You pulled your arm out of his loose grip and held it above the glass again, putting the knife down. “You need blood, the birds aren’t enough. But you can control yourself.. the way you feed, I mean. You don’t have to kill every time,”

He swallowed as he looked at the blood in the glass, his eyes following your movements as you picked it up and held it in front of his face. He didn’t know if you were right or not, he could barely think straight as the scent of your blood overwhelmed all his senses. Snatching the glass out of your hand, he downed the contents of it in less than a few seconds – still, it wasn’t enough.

He wanted more. He needed more.

“More,” he sighed out breathlessly, licking his lips as he looked at you with darkened eyes. “I want more,”

You nodded, taking the glass out of his hand to give him another fill, but it slipped from your grip as he suddenly grabbed your shoulders and firmly held you in your place as he lunged forward and sank his teeth into your skin.

The same way it happened to him, your limbs went numb and the world around you disappeared.

Elvis didn’t want this to happen, but the taste of your blood was so good that he didn’t have the strength to pull back. Being a new vampire, he greatly lacked self control because despite you having taught him a lot of information, there were things that he couldn’t learn from a human. You weren’t strong enough to train him in combat nor could you teach him how to properly feed, but he knew you were too stubborn to admit you were in way over your head.

He didn’t pull back until he heard the rate of your heart going down alarmingly fast and he immediately did what you taught him; he fed you his blood, but as he put you on your bed and your heart stopped, he had no idea if he made it in time or if he killed you.

He had been pacing a hole in the floor without pause. He even considered calling your father for help, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think that would end well. Before he could do anything irrational, you scared the crap out of him as you awakened with a loud gasp.

He was at the side of the bed in a second, sitting on his knees as he grabbed your hands.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I c-couldn’t stop and when you passed out, I didn’t know what else to do so I gave you my blood but now you’re just like me and-“

“Elvis!” you interrupted him, pulling your hands out of his grip and pressing your finger against his lips. As you slowly sat up, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and looked at him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize,”

He watched you get up and walk over to the desk, lifting up the knife that still had your own blood on it. You sighed deeply and he gawked at you in both disbelief and interest as you licked the blood off the blade, completing your transition.

“You wanted this?” he raised an eyebrow as he got up from the floor and walked over to you, looking at the cut you made earlier vanishing from the palm of your hand.

Closing your hand, you shrugged and looked at him. “Maybe. You might be happy in this town but I’m miserable and I needed a way out. Besides, spending an eternity alone sounds kinda boring, doesn’t it?”

“You used me and now I have to spend an eternity with you? This just keeps on getting better,” he flashed you a sarcastic smile as he let himself fall on the chair by your desk, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling as he leaned his head back.

“Excuse you. You used me just as much. If I hadn’t helped you, you would’ve been a pile of ashes right now,” you reminded him, walking over to your wardrobe to throw some clothes in a bag.

Your relationship with your father barely existed and maybe one day you’d come back, but right now, you wanted out. There was nothing here for you and you doubted there ever would be.

You had nothing to lose, but Elvis had everything to lose. Still, he agreed to your idea of leaving as soon as the sun went down, leaving his old self behind in Memphis.

As a year had gone by, the authorities gave up on searching for you and Elvis; much to both your parents’ dismay. Nobody could find your bodies anywhere and two empty caskets were buried to at least give the people some closure. This bothered Elvis more than it did you, but he was smart enough to realise his life would never be the same again, no matter how much he wanted it to be.

Due to the high population of supernatural creatures, you and Elvis settled in New Orleans. While it was easy to compel yourself an apartment and everything else you wanted and needed, Elvis worked as a bartender on Bourbon Street while you worked as a nightly tour guide – it seemed like you hadn’t been the only human to believe in the occult and it was actually the reason why so many tourists came to the city.

They wanted to be spooked and New Orleans was the perfect place for it.

It wasn’t difficult to befriend a couple of witches; you quickly learned that as long as you were friendly and didn’t rip into anyone’s throat whenever you pleased, that the witches didn’t have much problems with the vampires. You and Elvis were granted a daylight ring, making life seem somewhat more normal again.

While you and your former neighbor and current house mate had very little in common, your newfound immortality brought you closer together and a friendship blossomed between you again. You even considered the former jog to be your best friend, but you figured for his ego's sake it was best not to tell him that.

He knew it though, as he felt the same but just like you, he’d rather leave that conversation for another time. Or… never.

You trained with Elvis every day and you also learned a lot from other vampires that you became friends with. While the witches were very loyal to their covens and werewolves to their packs, you were aware vampires could be somewhat considered loners. They didn’t like to run in groups and if they were part of a clan, you learned it was very hard to get accepted into one. Most of the older vampires weren’t very fond of the younger ones because of their lack of self control which was something you understood; you lived with one of them.

Elvis was growing into his vampirism every day and while he’d feel guilty every time he took things a little too far, he enjoyed the hunt, the feed and the kill. Living in a city full of vampires, it was hard not to get swept up in the heat of the moment and it became a coping mechanism for him. The blood took his mind off of the life he used to live and everything in it that he had to leave behind.

Both you and Elvis decided it was best to stay in New Orleans and leave Memphis in the past, but on the anniversary of your actual death, the both of you found your way onto Memphis’ cemetery where your caskets were buried.

You knew it was a dangerous thing to do since the possibility of running into someone you knew was big, but you were both curious. Curious if people were still thinking of you, still bringing flowers, or if they had forgotten.

His headstone had more flowers surrounding it than yours and while that tugged at your heartstrings uncomfortably, you didn’t show it.

“Weird, isn’t it?” he mumbled as he dug his hands a little deeper in the pockets of his jacket, staring at his name written in the stone in front of him.

You nodded, looking at him. You couldn’t read the emotion on his face; he was just staring, his face relaxed, as if he wasn’t looking at his own empty resting place.

“You wanted a headstone, didn’t you?” you joked with a soft laugh, making him look at you and chuckle softly. Want was a big word, but he realised this was for the best. Not only for him, but for the people he loved.

“Why did you want one? I mean, why did you want to become a vampire?” he suddenly asked, looking at you with curiosity swimming in his eyes.

If he would’ve had a choice, he never would’ve given up his humanity. His mortality. It wasn’t like he absolutely despised being a vampire, but he was perfectly fine with being human and he missed it.

You looked away from him, focusing your attention on the colorful flowers. “My life.. wasn’t as good as yours, Elvis. After my mother passed, I didn’t have much to live for,” you spoke softly, knowing he could hear you crystal clear. “I had no plans for college, no bright future ahead of me, no… nothing. I figured by becoming a vampire I’d still be an outcast but at least I wouldn’t be alone anymore,”

His heart broke upon hearing your words. It made him feel guilty for dropping the friendship he had with you in the past like it was nothing.

And for what?

Popularity? To be part of the cool kids and be considered ‘the man’?

It didn’t mean anything.

Everything he did and everything he considered to be important in high school had been a lie. It wasn’t real.

“You’re not alone,” he said, smiling as you looked at him, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “You have me. I’m yours – I-I mean.. as a friend. This ain’t some over the top love confession or me trying to work my way into your heart, but we’re friends and I’m grateful for that. I’m here whenever you need me to.. and I would move the earth to be right here,”

You blinked away a few tears, nodding as you wrapped your other arm around his waist as well. He chuckled softly as you squeezed him in your embrace and he didn’t hesitate to hug you back.

You were more than ready to leave and go back to New Orleans, but Elvis insisted to go back to your headstone once more. You protested, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer so you had no choice but to follow.

“Elvis, you can’t do that!” you whispered to him with a soft laugh as you watched him gather some flowers from other people’s spots. He ignored you and gently pulled the elastic out of your hair that kept your ponytail together, wrapping it around the stems of the flowers to create a small bouquet.

“Here lies Y/N,” he grinned at you before turning to your headstone and bending through his knees, continuing his little speech. “Loving daughter, neighbor, nerd, vampire freak… you name it. She can be anythin’ you want her to be really,” he laughed softly as you kicked the side of his thigh, laying the flowers in front of the stone. “But above all that, she’s a friend, my friend. The best friend I could’ve ever asked for,”

You looked down at him, swallowing the lump in your throat as your eyes followed him when he stood up again and smiled at you.

“I’m your best friend?”

“N-No, I meant like.. a good friend. You’re a good friend!” he stammered, quickly turning around to walk away. He didn’t mean to get so sappy earlier and neither did he want it now.

Laughing, you ran after him and linked your arm through his, walking with him as you smiled from ear to ear. “I’m totally your best friend,”

“Good friend,”

“Whatever you say, best friend,”

“Okay, fine!” he stopped walking, looking down at you with a playful roll of his eyes. “You’re my nerdy little vampire soulmate who I’m stuck with for the rest of eternity. Happy now?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, letting go of his arm as he shook his head in amusement and started walking to the car. You jogged after him, getting in the passenger’s seat.

“You really think we’re soulmates?” you questioned as he started driving.

You never realised how eager you were to actually have someone call you a best friend, let alone soulmate.

He shrugged a little, looking at you for a second before returning his focus back on the road.

“I-I don’t know.. Maybe. I mean, the universe brought us back together for a reason, don’t you think?”

You nodded your head a little, looking at the road ahead of you. “The universe is sick and twisted,”

“Tell me about it,” he grinned, the both of you falling into a fit of laughter as you exchanged a look.

Neither you or Elvis ever expected for you to become friends again. You figured he’d eventually move away to college and you’d never see him again and that would be that. But you were happy things turned out differently.

Your life might have been something not worth fighting for, but you were positive that your eternity would be a hell of a lot better.

And while Elvis knew the future wouldn’t exactly be without mistakes and regrets, he was happy he didn’t have to face it all alone.

Because you’d be there, every step along the way.

“Hey,” he said as your laughter died down, a smile spreading across his face as he held up his open hand. You took it, lacing your fingers together as you looked at him. “We’ll be alright, kid,”

“I’m two months older than you,”

“Don’t ruin it,” he rolled his eyes and you laughed, squeezing his hand softly.

“Thank you, El, for being here and being kind. But you’re wrong,” you grinned as you let go of his hand, which he placed back on the wheel. “We’ll be more than alright. We’re going to be legendary,”

He let out a laugh as he shook his head, playfully pushing your head. “You’re an idiot,”

“That I am, but I’m also your best friend slash soulmate,”

“Nerdy soulmate,” he corrected as he pointed a finger at you, grinning as he kept his eyes on the road.

You squinted your eyes at him before you shrugged and smiled happily, grabbing a bloodbag out of the glove compartment.

“I’ll take what I can get,”

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Listen, I just need my man, throw anything at me (preferably maybe I get high as hell while he stays sober)

This man sitting around sober while you're high out of your mind without him? Good luck figuring out how to make him do that.

Anytime you're willing to let all your guard down and get fucked up best believe agapito isn't passing up the chance to accompany you. Don't get him wrong he spends basically all his time admiring you when intoxicated, nothing else his brain wonders towards than the love he has for you to an almost overwhelming point, but sober? Agapitos basically a bystander, a babysitter in a way where he charters to his angels every need with such a slight staring problem. He'll watch over you enough that you'll notice, wondering what could possibly be going on in his head

Let's say you do manage to make him sit this one out, doesn't mean agapito isn't going to be any less obsessive than he is stoned. He cuddled up to you encouraging his angel to take just one more deep inhale, then another and another until your spinning out melting into him. If he isn't getting fucked with you he should at least get to enjoy this time with you right? There's nothing better than how you make him your whole world, basking in each gentle loving touch he bestows upon you, laughing at the stupidest things together.

Agapito has a folder on his phone dedicated to the pictures of his angel high as hell, smiling at how noticeably fucked you are. You'll never get to see them unless he's sure there won't be a demand for them to be deleted, this little stash of you is precious to him.

#agapitos pet #agapito my oc #agapito adolfo #agapito #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere imagine #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere ocs #yandere oc #tw smoking #tw drugs

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Sorry, only messaging on anon cause I can’t send an ask on the right account but, I mean I totally get what you’re saying about Komaeda as a whole but I think some things are being overlooked. For one, in regards to his actions in well, the whole story really, I have to present a question. Do we hold children accountable for their actions? Yes, to a point, but we also acknowledge that their brains aren't developed and there are certain processes that they are quite literally incapable of. The same can be said of Komaeda. His brain is literally deteriorating, which in a way could be akin to a child with an undeveloped brain, and the parts that get damaged first in most cases of FTD are all parts of the brain that have to do with moral judgement. specifically the ability to recognize something as morally right or wrong, ability to recognize whats socially appropriate, and ability to empathize (this is all just mostly the ventromedial cortex, so there are countless other symptoms that come into play but) as well as an increasing loss of self awareness. If he were just mentally ill, i would agree that his actions are definitely his fault and his own but in this case, it's much trickier. is a person whose brain is literally deteriorating someone we should consider a moral agent? is this someone in control of themselves enough to be accountable for their actions in full? i wouldn't say so.

but also another thing is that i personally love chiaki, and i have no issues with hinami but i also think its odd that you're anti komahina. like, i mean there are ships im less fond of or that i even think would be better/worse than others but i dont see why if its not the one you like most that you need to reject it entirely. the only times i think thats really necessary is in cases of shipping abusers with their victims or ships thats are problematic i.e. age difference. beyond that, isnt it just easier to idk man…. accept that you’re not gonna agree with every ship you see? Just an observation.

I hear and I get what you are trying to say but I think you fail to get a few things while yes his dementia influences his actions to some degree it’s also due to his obsession with and as nagito said he doesn’t mind killing or being killed if it’s for the sake of hope and while his dementia does affect his perception a bit it’s not enough considering he’s one of the most perceptive characters in the game considering he’s the one who usually has it all figured out so I don’t think the comparison to a child really works with a character like him and if he’s at least aware enough to have a distinct sense of right and wrong(regardless of how screwed up it is) I do think that is enough to be held accountable

If you want to know it’s mostly because I find the ship to be toxic and the fans to be annoying (Everytime I criticize nagito’s actions guess how many fans are in the inbox or comment section are there it’s a pain I tell you) and I was annoyed at all the dr3 Chiaki hate plus hinanami hate (seriously if someone gripes about how despair arc forgot komahina again I’m gonna scream)

So I sort of decided that i should return the favor now I understand that there are worse ships out of there but none of their fans have ever given me a reason to go after them (unlike most komahina fans)

And because nagito’s treatment of hajime in chapter 4 and 5 just bugs me

Because while nagito doesn’t act like fuyuhiko(pre chapter 2) or hiyoko during this time what makes it bugs me is who he’s saying it to

Hajime is someone very insecure about himself and struggles with his self worth due to his lack of talent and very much doesn’t like having his insecurities touched at

So to see someone who supposedly loves him call him worthless And make him out to be dead weight just bugs me

And unlike Souda or toko who both get off on this kind of treatment hajime doesn’t not enjoy it

So it just annoys and disturbs me

I hope my answer was worth your time

#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #chiaki nanami #anti komahina

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One thing my travelling companion asked me during last week's sessions is: Rank the origin characters.

It was tough, and it gave me pause. In order of least liked to most liked, it was: Astarion, Wyll/Karlach, Gale, and Lae'zel/Shadowheart.

But why? So many people like Astarion, Wyll and Karlach are good, fun people, and Gale is quite charming. Shadowheart isn't hard to understand regarding her place at the top, but I think Lae'zel being my favorite has surprised everyone I've talked to. In terms of divisiveness, she's on par with Astarion.

It comes down to one word: Change. Spoilers beyond this point for Baldur's Gate 3 in it's entirety.

To see why Lae'zel and SH are so high on my list, let's see what everyone else got wrong.

Astarion is the most self-centered companion among them. Throughout my entire journey with him, we desired power for himself even at other's expense. It starts with the night he tries to bite you, to his desire to control the cult of the Absolute, to his maddened craze to carve the ritual symbol on his back onto Cazador.

I cannot stand this aspect, it goes against my altruistic playstyle. I've explored most dialogue options presented to me and even explored his romance through act 1. What he's had to endure is horrifying, make no doubt. He's just been given freedom and he's figuring out who he is, now. But it does not excuse his selfishness. The only way to talk him down from becoming the vampire ascendant is to succeed an insight check. If you don't help him, he dooms the vampire spawn to captivity and leaves the party. If you help him, he changes for the worse and becomes genuinely frightening. If you convince him to back down, he goes the rest of the game sounding disappointed, and why shouldn't he be? Astarion's character is selfish and power hungry, and he hates Cazador with every fiber of his being. He might start to figure out that he doesn't like being used if you have him bite that drow cultist in Moonrise, but that's about it. I have no doubt that there's more to him than I've seen, but even as his partner, the way he approaches the evolving situation we're in turns me away.

Karlach. Karlach is a fun character. I like her personality, she's never afraid to speak her mind, and she is just pleasant to interact with. But she never really changes throughout the game and feels stale. Not bad, but not great when compared to the others.

Wyll. Wyll is a sweet and well-meaning person, but his story doesn't evolve and change, much like Karlach's. You can break his pact when you get the chance, but later, Wyll has to make a choice: save himself or save his father. Before and after this, he's the same Wyll. The worst part, though, is that when he has to choose, the decision is left to the player. Wyll doesn't make any choices for himself as far as I've seen. He's a good one to bring with you on the adventure, but he's stagnant otherwise.

Gale. Gale is a charming companion and the Netherese orb makes for a nice bit of mystery. I wanted to learn about it and him. He does go through a change throughout the game. First, he's given a divine suicide mission from Mystra, and then he becomes obsessed with the Crown of Karsus. I tried to counsel him on the former, even bringing him with me to the mind flayer colony and letting him detonate (and feeling really dissatisfied with the credit roll I got afterwards), but the latter. . . It was frightening to see Gale go power mad. I could not talk him out of it. When I defeated the elder brain, I told Gale not to go after the Crown, and despite our deep connection from the romance, he waved me away all like that. It's really dissatisfying and left a bad taste in my mouth. Gale before this point is why he's this high on the list, but Gale afterwards would be down with Astarion.

Shadowheart. SH goes through one of the most dramatic changes in the game, and you don't have to pass a single check for it to happen. It also happens in act 2, relatively early. Simply by asking questions and standing by her side, she will decide her own fate. . . And forsake Shar. It was a powerful scene when she summoned the Spear of Night, raised it, and threw it into the chasm. I was expecting her to stab Dame Aylin, but no, she listened to her instead. That took a lot of strength and courage. Past this, she must put her memories together and figure out who she is. She changes her hair in act 3, and when you confront the Shar cell in the House of Grief, she finally gets to see her parents again. Here, though, you must decide the fate of her parents. A little disappointing, but everything else about her story felt satisfying. This was all without romance, too. She felt dynamic and difficult and earning her trust was rewarding.

Lae'zel. Lae'zel goes through an even more dramatic change. Her aggressive behavior probably turned people off from her early on, which is such a shame, because once you get to know her and take her with you on your journey, you get to see her grow and change for the better.

In romance, she goes from a set of midnight rendezvous, to expressing her love and adoration openly. In act 2, she wants to fight you, and when you lose (it's difficult to win a 1v1 with a Dex fighter as a druid), she sees that she wants to protect you. To be soft, later. Don't get me wrong, I like her dominant personality and desire, but to see her also open up to love is so huge. She lived her entire life raised to be a ruthless warrior; to one day be a Kith'rak with her own dragon mount in the astral plane. If you express curiosity, you will learn this, and gain her favor.

So it's even more dramatic when you find the creche. In the infirmary, you can learn that the machine absorbs the knowledge and memories from the host and then kills them. Now, this requires many very difficult checks. Here, I admit, I am a bit hypocritical. Regardless of if you persuade her or not, though, she still accuses the doctor of tampering instead of accepting that she is disposable to Vlaakith. It isn't relevant to her change whether or not you pass that check, only how much damage the machine does to her.

Next, you meet an Inquisitor and Vlaakith herself. You enter the astral prism, and you are given a choice: kill the guardian or spare them. Afterwards, if you let Lae'zel into your mind, she will see the truth of it. But her first instinct is to report to Vlaakith, anyways. Even when she is branded as Hshar'lak--a traitor--afterwards, her devotion to the only life she's ever known or come to expect still has a hold on her. It's not until Kith'rak Voss appears in camp that she begins to understand and change. It's extremely brave of her, and more powerful even than Shadowheart's moment in the same act; because after this, her own people start hunting her. And you don't have to pass any checks to reach this evolution of her character. Past this point, other than learning to open up, her mission is no longer to serve a queen, but to liberate her people.

In act 3, Vlaakith appears and gives her a second chance, and Lae'zel spits it back into her face. The queen's wrathful fit shook even me, but Lae'zel is steeled in her new path through life. It was amazing. I must admit, I did not advance her story past this. I didn't free Orpheus. But I will in my current playthrough.

I've made my case, and I hope at least some of you agreed. If you have more insight into the origins, then I'd love to hear them. I accept that I haven't seen everything.

The strongest characters undergo the most radical changes. It's what makes them interesting. Change is growth.

#bg3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #lae'zel #Shadowheart #wyll #karlach #gale #spoilers #Astarion

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