#really hope the categorizing makes sense!

[kalinara]

As sympathetic as I am to Nate, there’s one idea that I immediately and categorically reject, which is that Ted is in any way at fault for Nate’s downward spiral or what Nate did to him.

I understand where Nate is coming from, in a sense.  Initially, he had a lot of Ted’s warm and nurturing attention.  Eventually, he didn’t have as much attention anymore and he felt abandoned.

Now of course, Ted had a lot of things occupying him in season two.  Particularly his own mental health.  But even if he hadn’t, Ted never “abandoned” Nate.  Nate grew up.

Or at least, he was supposed to.

When Higgins talked to Keeley, he had that great line about “a good mentor hopes you will move on, a great mentor knows you will.”

And that’s true for Nate and Ted as well.  As far as Ted knew, Nate HAD moved on.  He became a coach rather than a kit man.  He’s one of the folks in charge now.  He’d grown.  And even if Nate is a little more heavy handed than Ted is, (we saw Ted gently intervene to give Will the afternoon off, and his nonplussed reaction to “we could show him his paycheck”), that doesn’t mean that Nate is having a hard time.  People are different.  And well, as Make Rebecca Great Again showed us, sometimes Ted wants/needs Nate to be the hardass that Ted can’t be.

We talk about Ted’s “microaggressions” against Nate, and I think the show did a good job of showing how and why they got to Nate.  But it’s important to remember that Ted doesn’t know what we know.

Ted’s laughter at Nate volunteering to be the “big dog” wasn’t meant maliciously.  Ted would have laughed the same way if Nate had suggested Ted himself be the “big dog”.  From Ted’s perspective, of course, there’s nothing wrong with not being a big dog.  This is a guy who is very happy to be a panda among lions.  He doesn’t know that Nate wants desperately to be a lion.  And he looks like he feels terrible when he realizes.

The other microaggressions are simply normal things that people do.  Sometimes thoughtlessly.  Ted didn’t hug Beard when Jamie made that kick in the Signal either, because Roy was the one who made the call.  (Nate probably WOULD have gotten a hug after park the bus, if Ted wasn’t in really bad shape.)  And well, we KNOW where Nate’s picture is.

Ted never told anyone what he was going through.  If he did, maybe they’d understand.  But Nate never told anyone what HE was going through either.  Keeley knew about the restaurant, but only as an isolated incident.  Beard knew about the Colin situation, but again, only as an isolated incident.  There was no reason for anyone to know how deeply Nate was spiralling.

Nate’s fall does not represent ANY kind of failure on Ted’s part, whether personally or philosophically.  It happened because people are people, and they have their own issues and pain that unfortunately sometimes intersect in really awful ways.

I know we’re all kind of doomsaying Nate’s time as head coach of West Ham, but maybe it will be an opportunity for growth instead.  Maybe without the constant reminder of having been weak, bullied and dismissed, he’ll actually shine. Maybe without that history, he can be the mentor and guide to his new players in the way he couldn’t at Richmond.

Either way, it’s still not Ted’s fault, damnit.

#ted lasso #theodore lasso #nate shelley #ted lasso spoilers

[whumpwillow]

Types of whumpees!

categorized by behavior

some of these might be a bit similar to each other, but I had fun making this list

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defiant + broken

o   doesn’t want to give in, show they’re in pain, give whumper the satisfaction, but is slowly being broken down and losing their will, their pride, their everything and flinches any time a hand is raised or at the slightest show of violence, though still fights and thrashes at every opportunity

cinnamon roll

o   the innocent pure bean that never did anything wrong, and is now reduced to a crying, pleading, begging mess

completely unprepared

o   similar to cinnamon roll, but not exactly, depending on personality. someone who has never been hurt before and may come from a very high / prestigious position now having to deal with this new station in life, stripping them of pride and dignity and hurting them more than they ever could have imagined they would have to face

puppet

o   obeys every command of the whumper in an effort to escape more pain and maybe sometimes it works…but does it really? The whumpee hates themselves for what they’re doing and others aren’t too fond of them either, though the whumper likes them for their willingness (and how easy they are to exploit)

protector

o   king of self-sacrifice and the one that’s trying to hold everyone together, though they can’t let themselves show their hurts in front of the others because they feel they have to hold up that strong front, leading to them breaking down alone from both the stress and their built-up trauma

chock full of self-loathing

o   what it says on the tin. feels they deserve the pain for whatever reason and is resigned, even accepting or desperate for, the stuff they go through, seeing it as almost necessary or at least, something they should be able to bear

comedian

o   a bit similar to defiant if you go with a more sardonic / dark humor, but someone who copes with the pain through jokes and sarcasm, always got a quip and a one-liner to hide behind instead of revealing their true feelings

optimist

o   kind of a mixture of defiant and cinnamon roll, if that makes sense. someone who wont give up hope no matter what, as a show of defiance, because even if the whumpers can make them scream and beg and plead, they try to keep their optimism as the one last thing that’s truly theirs…but even that is starting to crack.

worshipper

o   someone who is so brainwashed and broken they worship their whumper, they believe the pain is necessary and that it is making them better, or that it is something special only for them

obedient + terrified

o   a whumpee that obeys every command of the whumper’s to escape more pain, perhaps because of conditioning that tells them they must obey or be punished

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Feel free to add on to the list if you can think of any more! 

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[noctumbra]

❝scent❞

summary ─ “you’re one eager and hungry kitten,” bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly.

pairing ─ alpha!beefy!bucky barnes x tiny!omega!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, heat/rut sex, breeding kink, marking kink, sort of marathon sex, pet names, belly bulge

a/n ─ holy shit. hope you like it skjfhsdjfhskjf please leave a comment if you do! thank you <333

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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-FOUR: alpha!beefy!bucky + tiny!omega!reader + heat/rut sex + breeding kink

You were humming to yourself as you fluffed the pillows you had laid on your bed; whatever you had in the apartment that was categorized as ‘soft’, you had it on the bed. Your heat was close, too close even. You could pick up the telltale signs of your pre-heat, hence the nest you had built. Your body was too warm lately, you got aroused a lot more easily than you usually did. You knew that your scent had changed, too. The looks you got while walking down the street after doing a week’s worth grocery shopping told you enough.

Only thing left to do was waiting for it to hit you.

That and, of course, waiting for Bucky, your Alpha, to come home from the mission he had to go at the last minute. He assured you that it wasn’t going to take long, but it had been four days already. Your body and soul were missing him terribly in the huge bed. The only thing that soothed you enough to get over a couple more days was hugging his pillow and wearing his clothes.

Getting off the bed, you padded towards the kitchen silently. You were still humming to yourself, a song you had heard at the grocery store, when the first of the cramps hit you out of nowhere. You gasped, putting one of your hands on the fridge, the other was placed on your stomach.

Fucking cramps.

You hated them. They were always, always, painful when Bucky wasn’t around. He knew how to soothe, rub and what you needed. He wasn’t here by your side at the moment, though. You sighed and sniffed softly, missing your husband’s, your Alpha’s, presence terribly, you sat down on the chair that was in the kitchen. He asked for you to stay at the tower specifically even though he knew that you’d be more comfortable at your own place in Brooklyn, he needed you to stay at the tower for your safety.

That meant that you had a friend to talk to.

“Hey, Jarvis?” You called out to the AI. “You there?”

“Yes, Ms. Barnes. How can I help you?” You sighed at the soothing voice of the computer. You always liked how softly Jarvis would speak.

“Is there any news on their arrival? My heat started,” you murmured, both hands now clutching at your stomach as you breathed through another cramp.

“They’re on their way back, Ms. Barnes,” Jarvis said, “ETA an hour.” You nodded, knowing that he could see you through the cameras scattered around the floor, and thanked him quietly. Waiting for the cramp to go away, you thought you could make yourself a hot chocolate until you got really desperate. You hated starting your heat without Bucky there; none of the toys you have was him, didn’t carry his scent nor as warm as him. So, you were to wait for an hour.

After what felt like a century, you got up. Your moves were slow and careful not to set off another cramp. You filled the kettle with water and turned the thing on; you needed your hot water bag so badly. Then, you pulled the ingredients for the hot chocolate: Bitter chocolate, cinnamon sticks, brown sugar, a little ginger and milk. You mixed them in silence. The sweet and heady aroma of the chocolate and cinnamon spread around the whole floor, and you hummed happily.

As the kettle went off, your hot chocolate was ready. You filled the water into its bag and the chocolate into a big cup. Adding a couple marshmallows on top, you put the rest the chocolate on top of the marshmallows. You were a chocolate monster when you were heat, and Bucky didn’t like the consumption of chocolate you went through, so you had to take your dosage before he came home.

You walked back to the bedroom; totally planning on burying yourself under the thick and soft linens and duvet, with your hot water bag under your feet and against your back, sipping your hot cocoa until your husband arrived.

What you didn’t plan on, though, was to fall asleep after you finished your cocoa, definitely buried under the duvet.

You jumped awake with the sudden pain. Your cramps were getting stronger, more painful, and Bucky still wasn’t home. You whined pitifully. Tears ready roll down, you whimpered and rubbed your face into his pillows, breathing his scent deeply.  

“Jarvis?” You whined. “Where the fuck is my husband?”

“The quinjet had a problem and they had to land somewhere else, Ms. Barnes. ETA has changed from an hour to unknown,” Jarvis answered you. He sounded genuinely sorry, and not that you could blame the freaking computer for it. You whimpered again at the ‘unknown’ and sniffed.

“Thanks, J,” you murmured. You heard him mumbling something back, but you were way too lost in your head.

You wanted your husband here, your Alpha. Your body was yearning and calling out for him, and he wasn’t here to make everything okay. You needed his scent; from his skin, not his pillows. The scent on the fluffy thing was almost washed off, anyway. You needed him here to renew it, make everything okay and stop the pain. Bucky was the only one who could stop the pain, but he wasn’t here to stop it.

Mewling sadly, you sniffed and rubbed your face in his pillow once more.

You felt a cramp kick in with the sniff of his faint scent; your body was burning, sweat had gathered on your forehead long time ago, you gasped. Everything was too much: Too hot, too painful, too empty. You thought about your toys, thought about delaying, keeping yourself entertained until he came, but your body denied the thought with a stronger wave of cramp and you bowed forward, gasping one more time.

You hadn’t realized how much time passed until you heard a bag dropping onto the ground sound. Sniffling, you lifted your head off the pillow, out of the lump you had created and looked at the door. You could sense him; his presence was there.

Your Alpha was home.

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Bucky sighed deeply as he watched the elevator doors open for him and let him step into his floor in the tower.  His bag was hanging on his shoulder as he toed off his boots; he had untied his laces while he was in the quinjet. With a grunt, Bucky dropped the bag on the ground. He rolled his shoulders, stretched a little.

There was a little hitch in the quinjet, but it was nothing Tony couldn’t handle. The hitch delayed their arrival for about an extra hour, but he was home at the end of the day nonetheless. All he wanted to do was to eat something, shower and hit the hay. He was exhausted. The mission was a short but rough one; all the unexpected things happened and plan had gone sideways. They had to improvise, but they made do.

It was a bit hard for him to focus with the silent buzzing that had started to go off under his skin two days into the mission, though.

Whistling to himself, Bucky walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge. Seeing that it was fuller than he was expecting, he let out a surprised ‘ha!’.

“Sweetheart?” He called out as he pulled a small Tupperware filled with mini-sandwiches and the milk box. Bucky popped one of the sandwiches in his mouth and filled a glass of milk. He probably needed to eat more than these sandwiches, but these were the fastest ones he could get his hands on at the moment. He quickly chewed and swallowed. “Baby? Where are you?” He called out again, but frowned in the middle of his bite because there wasn’t an answer.

“Jarvis, is Y/N home?” He asked the AI after he downed his milk in one go.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes, she is,” Jarvis answered politely. Bucky’s frown deepened. Closing the lid over the sandwiches, he walked out of the kitchen softly.

“Then where is she? Why isn’t she answering?” He questioned, but Jarvis didn’t answer him either. Bucky, now worried, ran to the bedroom. Bucky swung the door open. “Honey─”

The scent that hit him on the face had knocked him back a couple steps.

Heat.

You were in your heat.

Bucky felt the buzzing increase and he let out a quiet growl: Your scent drove him crazy the second he took a whiff of it, and he was angry at himself for leaving you alone while being so close to your heat.

“Fuck,” he cursed silently, shaking his head to clear his mind, he marched inside to check up on you. He could see all the soft linens and pillows you’ve had on the floor scattered around the bed, could also see the small lump under the covers.

“Baby girl?” He called out softly, being careful about not to startle you. He heard a whimper that was followed by a sniff, and he felt his heart break. “Oh, you sweet thing. I’m here,” he murmured. “I’m home, baby, Alpha’s home.”  He heard one more sniff and then he saw your head popping out under the duvet.

Your hair was a mess and you’ve been crying; it was so easy to tell just by looking at your eyes: They were red and a little swollen. You were also sweating a bit. Bucky leaned forward and placed his hand on your cheek. His fingers were quick to tuck a couple strands of hair behind your ear, he rubbed your lips with his thumb.

Whimpering again, you leaned into his touch. You’ve missed him so much. So much.

“I know, baby,” Bucky whispered, like he could read your mind. “I’m here, it’s okay. We’re gonna make this okay, alright? ‘m gonna make the pain go away.” He kissed your forehead; his lips were so soft and soothing against your heated skin. Your nose was right over his pulse where his scent was the strongest, you gasped, inhaling deeply.

You grabbed him, anywhere you could. You grabbed him and tugged on his t-shirt. You needed skin-to-skin contact, and his t-shirt was getting in the way. You huffed a little when the t-shirt refused to fall apart under your grip. Bucky took a hold of your wrists and kissed inside of your palms.

He hushed your whimpers gently when he pulled away to take the t-shirt off. Your whimper turned into a pleased hum as he placed his warm body onto yours.

Bucky was always so freaking warm, his skin was always so freaking smooth… You loved the feeling of his naked body onto yours. It made you feel like you were loved and cherished for real; like you were wrapped in his love and his devotion with his warm skin marking you the gentlest way ever.

“There ya go, sweet love,” Bucky murmured. He was rubbing his wrists anywhere he could reach on your body, making sure that he was covering you with his scent. When he made sure that you were at least half-covered in his scent, he lifted himself off the bed to shed his remaining clothes. Thanking God silently that he got rid of his boots already, he pulled his pants off with his boxers and moved closer to you immediately.

“Can I get inside, honey? Am I allowed in your nest?” Bucky asked. His eyes were dark with arousal that your scent had woken in him. He knew that as soon as he got you to come at least once, he was going to dive head-first into his rut. I should let Jarvis know, he thought. But gotta get in the nest first.

He heard you sniff and hustle under the covers. Then, the soft linens and duvet were lifted, making a small place for him in the nest, and Bucky jumped right in.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his hands roaming your naked body. You must have gotten rid of your clothes when you started to sweat; that was what you tended to do. Bucky grabbed you by your neck, squeezing just a little to get you to relax, and placed your face into the crook of his neck. He knew that you must be deprived of his scent, so he should have got that taken care of first. He murmured sweet nothings and placed soft kisses on your face as you breathed his scent in deeply.

After a couple minutes later, Bucky felt the shift in the air: The sad, yearning and desperate air had changed into a hunger, aroused and desperate one. Bucky hummed.

“Mmm,” you hummed at the sound. “Alpha, please,” you murmured. Your eyes were closed, but Bucky didn’t need to see your face or your eyes to know that if you were aroused.

Your scent was letting him know faster than that.

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed once again. “What do you want, baby? Hm? You want me to love on you? Kiss you all over?” You whined. “No?” You huffed as you wiggled against him. “You want it rough, kitten? You want me to just take take and take, knot you until I can’t?” Your whimper was filled with approval, and Bucky chuckled. “I won’t stop,” he murmured. “You know that baby. You know that if I start goin’, I won’t stop until I’m finished. We did that before.”

Oh, you thought, that we did and it was fucking amazing.

“You’re one eager and hungry kitten,” Bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly. You moaned as you turned around, thighs wet from the slick you’ve been producing since the morning, and rubbed your ass against his rock-hard cock. Bucky grunted an appreciative moan into your ear. “Baby…”

“Alpha, please?” You looked at him over your shoulder. “Please, I’ve been hurting, please.” Bucky closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath to calm down. Your ass was constantly rubbing against his hard-on a little faster now, and Bucky knew he was about to snap.

Growling, Bucky rolled onto you, caging you in his arms, face down on the bed. “Omega,” he groaned. You went limp at his voice tone: It was your aroused and in rut Alpha. Bucky pulled himself off you for a second, and you took advantage of it by lifting your ass up: Presenting. “Oh, fuck,” Bucky moaned behind you. You whined lightly. Bucky’s large hands placed themselves on your ass and he pulled your body towards his, making you sit on his thick thighs.

“Alpha, Bucky, please,” you whined. Your stomach was cramping and your pussy was clenching around nothing, you wanted Bucky to engulf you already but he was taking his sweet time. You moaned, eyes closing, when you felt a cramp hit you. “Fuck, please! It hurts!”

Bucky didn’t waste another second when he saw the tear rolled down on your cheek. He grabbed himself, lining it up, he slid inside of you with one, slow move.

Both of you moaned in relief.

The cramp dissipated as soon as Bucky slid inside of you; your walls were now clenching around something. You felt your thighs tremble and your stomach tighten. You knew that it wasn’t going to take you a long time to come; in fact, you were going to come if he were to thrust in the next few seconds.

“Fuuuck,” Bucky groaned loud and long behind you. His hold on your ass went even tighter; you could feel his blunt nails digging in your soft flesh there. You gasped and let your head fall back, rest on his metal shoulder. “God, kitten, you’re clenching around me so tight.”

You just mewled, holding onto his arms tighter. You moved your hips against his, practically riding him, and Bucky grunted out a sound of approval. Supporting yourself by holding onto his arms, you started to move yourself on him, riding him, faster. Your sweat covered skin was making obscenely wet sounds when it met with his, and all the sounds were getting to your head.

“Alpha,” you mewled again, turning your head to bury your nose in his neck where his scent coming off the strongest. “Take me, Alpha,” you moaned, “Please!”

Growling and grunting, Bucky pushed you face down on the bed harshly, punching a breath out of your lungs. He kept his metal hand between your shoulder blades and started to snap his hips against yours with a punishing pace. Your hips were on the air, your chest was pressed against the warm bed sheet and Bucky’s flesh was grabbing your ass tightly, squeezing it and slapping it.

“You’re so crazy for it, aren’t ya?” He spat. His face was contorted with the raw desire he was feeling, his hair was a mess and his body was already glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His thick thighs were hitting against yours with each thrust, his balls kissing your clit whenever he slammed back inside, and you were going mad. “You’re fuck’n droolin’ for it, honey.”

You were. The wet patch on the sheet was visible to anyone who was capable of seeing. You whimpered. You wanted him to touch you there, play with you, but words were refusing to serve you at the moment. So, you whimpered even louder.

Bucky hushed and cooed at you softly. His hips never halting, not even for a second, Bucky leaned forward, placing his metal hand right next to your head and he slipped his flesh hand down to your mound.

“I can feel myself there,” he whispered right into your ear. “I can feel my cock strokin’ your soft walls, honey love,” he continued. His thrusts were a bit slower now, more sensual. You moaned, gasped and sighed. He was filling you so perfectly, up to the brink, stretching you so nice, you loved it. You loved how crazy it always drove you. Feeling his even thicker knot at the base of his cock whenever he ground down had you clenching your thighs and bit back a gasp.

“Bucky─ oh, shit!” You gasped loudly as he pressed his hand on your mound deeper. You could feel him there, too. You could feel his gorged mushroom tip stroking your walls sensually. You moaned and bit down on the bed sheet, your hands flying to grab some part of his body and your nails found his bubbly ass, digging themselves there.

Bucky grunted at the small, unexpected pain. “Y’like that? Huh? That got you goin’?” He draped his big, warm and muscled body on top yours fully, caging you under him. You purred in delight. You loved whenever he caged you like this, whenever he smothered you with his body and scent and heat. “Yeeeah, you love that shit.”

“Mmm,” you hummed loudly. “I do, Alpha.” You carefully raised your hips and ground against him. His cock was in so deep, you could feel its heaviness on your toes.

Bucky purred at your back, releasing all kinds of happy and aroused Alpha pheromones. He slid both of his hands under you; his metal one was across your chest, his metal fingers were brushing against your nipples and eliciting whorish moans out of you while his flesh one was around your waist, hand still on your mound, still feeling the bulge his cock was creating on your lower abdomen. He moved his thighs, getting them under yours even more, making you practically half-laying on his lap, he dropped his pelvis down onto yours.

“Fuck,” you breathed as he somehow managed to slide even deeper. “Fuck, Bucky─ Deep,” you moaned. “So fucking deep, oh my God…”

You heard his dark chuckle against your ear. “All the better to put a pup in that womb of yours, pretty,” he whispered, his hot breath licking your cheeks. You gasped at his words. “Yeah, baby. We ain’t gettin’ outta this bed without me knocking you up, without making this bulge,” he pressed his hand on the bulge again, practically cupping his own cock through you, “a baby bump.”

“Oh, shit!”

Bucky smirked and started to snap his against yours again. This time the pace he set was more desperate, more delirious and more pleasurable. He was in way too deep inside of you. His cock was stroking tender places that you didn’t know they existed. His metal fingers were playing with your nipples; pinching and pulling them harshly, groping one of them in the metal palm and squeeze. With each thrust, each wet, obscene sound that echoed through your bedroom walls was rapidly pushing both of you towards the edge. You could feel Bucky’s thick knot getting bigger and bigger, and at one point his knot slid inside of you; making his thrusts turn into filthy grinds.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned in your ear. “Do you have any idea how tight you are? How good you smell? How owned you look?” You swallowed your spit, choking on a moan while doing it so. “I’ma make you look even more owned, honey.” Bucky ground his hips, hitching you up on his lap even more, angle feeling even deeper. You gasped. “I’ma put a baby in you, honey love. Then, I’ma watch you grow round with my pup. Gonna make you walk around with only your bra so that I can see my pup growing and moving in you.”

“Bucky!” Moaning and shouting, your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. You trashed in his arms, wiggled your hips, tightened your hold on his ass and threw your head back on his shoulder. Bucky growled.

“Yeah,” he groaned, “Y’re already milkin’ my cock, sweet Omega,” he murmured. “Your pussy is eager to get knocked up, innit? Hm? It’s beggin’ for my come, it’s ready for me, ain’t it?”

“Yea!” You shouted, “It is! It’s ready! Please!” You wiggled in his arms even more. Your thighs were clenching and cramping on his thick ones. “Gimme it, Alpha, please! Please put a pup in me!”

Growling, roaring, Bucky snapped his hips as much as he could while his knot was locked up in you. It was pulling the sensitive opening and creating a sweet pain there, but you loved that. You loved feeling his big knot. You moaned. You brought your hands to over his, holding them tight, you looked over your shoulder to his almost black eyes.

“Breed me, Alpha, put a pup in me, please,” you whined, high and very feminine, and purred. Bucky shouted, and then his shout turned into a loud growl and his knot popped into you. Covering your soft and hungry walls with his come, Bucky bit down on his mating mark again, causing you to shiver violently and came again, drowning you into the pleasure.

You must have blacked out because when you came back to yourself, Bucky was still locked up into your but didn’t look as tired and sweaty as he was before. You hmphed, stretching a little, a satisfied moan escaped from your mouth.  

“Ah,” Bucky murmured lovingly, “There is my pretty Omega.” You felt your face heating up and smiled at him adorably. Bucky chuckled. “How are you feeling, love?” You hummed, stretching even more, and draped your naked body over your mate’s. “That good, huh?” You nodded against his equally naked body, kissing the soft skin under your lips. Bucky ushered you to sit up a little and handed you a bottle of water. “Drink some, baby,” he instructed, helping you with it since your limbs were nothing but noodles.

You felt the cold water running inside of your body, you moaned in relief. “You were thirsty, huh?” Bucky joked, smiling all too smugly to himself. You elbowed him lightly but you were smiling as well. “Here, eat this, too.” Putting a small piece of sandwich in your mouth, Bucky had fed you almost one, whole sandwich.

“Hmmm,” you hummed as you draped yourself over his body yet again. Bucky stroked your hair. You wiggled your hips, pulling on the knot just a little, Bucky hissed. “Alpha,” you whined.

“Ssh,” Bucky hushed you, “It’s alright, love.” Kissing your temples, Bucky hugged your body tightly, his hips were moving with small thrusts. He was careful not to pull on the knot, but he was able to grind deep while still locked in. You hummed a moan out. Bucky turned your head towards his by gripping your chin with his two fingers, he kissed you.

“You know the real fun is just starting, honey love.”

And before you could answer, you were flipped over again, and already close to coming.

──

It wasn’t a surprise when you found out you were pregnant with Bucky’s pup a month later, when your heat didn’t visit you.

You sure as hell celebrated the news with Bucky as if you were in heat.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #alpha!bucky #beefy!bucky #alpha!beefy!bucky #kinktober 2020

[absolutebl]

Hi,...

[Oh God! I'm good at asking technical stuff. But this question tilts towards the emotional side of knowing more about a relationship dynamics. Hope I make sense.]

Like,...

Usually we see several tropes in a BL series. Like Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lover, Strangers to Lovers, etc,...etc,...

There's also been several BL series were we've seen "Love-At-First-Sight", that happens with either the one who is going to pursue the relationship, OR from both the sides, although only one takes the lead.

Now,...I'm genuinely curious about this one particular trope, which I don't know how to categorize it correctly, although for the purpose of understanding things better, we may say, one of the partner is a "Tsundere".

Let me start with "SOTUS" The Series as an example.

Kong loves Arthit since day one. Well,...Arthit may or may not be in love, but he surely likes Kong, although he's a typical Tsundere, and his ego never allowed him to accept it. Fine! I agree, and understand that sometimes it takes time for some to firstly accept the fact that they have developed feelings for someone, let alone reciprocate that feeling. But for how long???

"Tsundere" as a term sounds can be romanticised in a story,...but in real life, I don't know how far it works. What I mean by that is,...for long and to what extent will only one person continue to put all their efforts in a relationship, while the other one just seem to sit and do nothing? And sometimes I mean absolutely nothing.

Be it a 'Tsundere Uke' or a 'Tsundere Seme',....I'm curious as to how far can one act cold and distant with the one they love just because they happen to be introvert or badly traumatised because of their past?

I'll take another example here,..."Oxygen" The Series had P'Phu and Kao,...where the Uke was clearly madly in love with the Seme,...but P'Phu until the end behaved like a total jerk,...not for once being man enough to reciprocate his feelings the way the other guy deserved. And that really irritated and disappointed me.

I want to understand the basic psychology of a character that behaves cold and distant, especially from the perspective of a Seme,...and how different is it in a homosexual love vs hetrosexual love?

Now,...for Arthit (Uke),...it was very challenging for him to come to terms with his own sexuality because of which he almost rejected Kong. And he needed several assurances from his friends and seniors before he acknowledged the fact that his feelings for a man isn't wrong. And that shit really isn't acceptable to me. For a grown-ass man,...why does he need to seek clarification from everyone to accept his own feelings?

And with P'Phu,...the shit is even bizarre. He knows Kao likes him a lot, because unlike him,...Kao is an open book. Yet,...he doesn't treat Kao right only because Kao happens to be exact opposite of him. And until the end,...Phu expects Kao to wait for him if his love is indeed true, which Kao readily accepts. I mean,...like WTF!

Now,....I'll mention about my most favourite couple FighterxTutor from "Why R U!?". Because although Fighter was head-over-heels for Tutor since the beginning,...it's not until Tutor makes him realize his own feelings, that Fighter finally confesses of like Tutor since day one and being sure of it. I mean,...WHY? Why did Fighter act distant with Tutor to the extent of teasing him all the time, while being sure of the fact that he loves him?

And the same BS happens with another of my favourite couple Phupha and Tian from "ATOTS". I understand that Chief.PhuPha is a very difficult personality to understand. And given the age, social, and perhaps cultural differences between PhuPha and Tian,...it must have been difficult for the Seme to accept his own feelings. But that does not mean he had to be so rude and distant with his own love?

And all these confuses me a lot.

I genuinely want to know,...

Why does it take so much of time for a "Tsundere Seme" to accept his own feelings, despite the fact that his love-interest has got nothing to down with his fear or insecurity?

In real life,...or even in fiction,...if one continues to pursue the "Tsundere" with an expectation that things will eventually turn in their favour, how long is too long?

Why does most of the "Tsundere" characters wait until the point where their lovers decide to leave them for good?

Is it justified on the part of the "Tsundere Seme" to let someone continue pursuing them,..until they overcome their deep-rooted fears, or unwarranted insecurities?

If the "Tsundere Seme" is sure of his own feelings,...what gives him the audacity to play with the feelings of someone that genuinely loves him?

Does the relationship dynamic change if the pursuer of a "Tsundere Seme" happens to be a "Power-Bottom Uke"?

Thanks!

xoxo

Arjuna

You always asks such complicated questions. But this one seems to be coming from a place of pain, who hurt you and do I have to bitch slap someone? 

I have to mostly answer this from a narrative perspective because the complexities of a close-off person IRL are going to be entirely case specific. But I can try to explain a little so:

On an entirely personal level, I am the tsundere and always have been in all my relationships, but I am also 90% of the time much less damaged than the charming sunshines I inevitably end up with (and cannot seem to resist). So they are better equipped to answer the "why attracted to tsundere" IRL question. Not me.

Nevertheless, over the years and many MANY relationships, I will say what my lovers tend to like about me is my even keel predictable sternness. (See comments for more/alternate perspectives). IRL a grumpy pessimistic practical and dominant personality like mine is at least not erratic or changeable. Like the tsundere of narratives, we do tend to have cores of softness and once we love we are VERY loyal (so long as it's on our terms and we can control the situation) but unlike the tsundere of narratives we do not change. But we may relax for the right person. 

And if I were to give any piece of relationship advice it would be: 

please never enter a relationship thinking you can change (heal or save) the person (or persons). You may grow and shift as a couple/group (and most likely mellow) over the years, but even love can't change another person's core personality. That is the single biggest lie romance tells us. Right up there with the idea there there is a "one" out there.

Puts soap box away.

And now, the questions: Tsundere in BL & IRL 

1. Why does it take so much of time for a "Tsundere Seme" to accept his own feelings, despite the fact that his love-interest has got nothing to do with his fear or insecurity? 

Because the tsundere character fears risk of exposer (of his own feelings) more than anything. It is the act of showing the soft underbelly that the tsundere so jealously guards. 

It’s not about admitting he has feelings for the other boy, it is more about admitting he has feelings AT ALL. 

A narrative tsundere is a tsundere because he is afraid of being hurt, and that hurt can only come if he opens himself up (to love, to the other person, to being gay, etc...) So he will try to stay closed off as long as possible. 

2. In real life,...or even in fiction,...if one continues to pursue the "Tsundere" with an expectation that things will eventually turn in their favour, how long is too long?

Until the tsundere sees you/their romantic partner as safe. 

IRL usually for this kind of personality it’s about control and predictability. So they have to know and predict your actions and feelings, to classify you as safe and worthy of trust (AKA admitting to love). 

This can come off as manipulative (pressing your buttons with criticism or praise or compliments) or controlling (ordering for you at a restaurant) and then you’ll have to decide, in turn, if that’s safe for you. One of the reasons I got into Ds is because of my need for control, and it codifies my inclinations towards this kind of behavior in a manner that feels safer for all parties. 

For a tsundere character everything is about acceptance and trust. 

IRL some closed-off lovers will NEVER open up. Even in fiction, I’m thinking about What Did You Eat Yesterday? or the dad in Restart After Come Back Home. These are kind of narratives about the tsundere not changing, but instead about their loved ones realizing that they simply express love differently (or not at all). There are quite a few Japanese dramas that deal with this idea. That you will simply have to live with this kind of personality never telling you they love you, merely showing you, in their very stunted way. 

But IRL many a relationship has broken up because the closed-off person just never could get over their own baggage enough to open up and trust. So if you are in a relationship with one of these (or trying for one) you have to know when to cut your losses. You need to decide what you need from them and whether they can actually give that to you (knowing they WILL NOT CHANGE). This is also about protecting yourself and getting out. And timing wise? It’s going to be all about your tolerance levels. But if you’re experiencing any form of abuse or gas lighting, get out now. Also talk to people: friends, other lovers, professionals. If you have a friend of a similar personality type in your life ask them for their thoughts, just don’t fall into the trap of endlessly analyzing the tsundere’s motivation. They’re motivated by fear. You should protect yourself first, there are other fish in the sea. Or sky. (Just not that BL, please.) 

Story wise?

The non-tsundere will admit affection/kiss etc. at about 1/2 through the narrative but the tsundere won’t come around until the last 1/4, in KBL usually not until the last ep. 

3. Why does most of the "Tsundere" characters wait until the point where their lovers decide to leave them for good?

For dramatic effect. 

4. Is it justified on the part of the "Tsundere Seme" to let someone continue pursuing them,..until they overcome their deep-rooted fears, or unwarranted insecurities?

I don’t know. Probubly not? But a narrative tsundere wouldn’t get into ANY kind of BL relationship if the other party didn’t do the pursuing (which is why tsundere is so often the uke character). 

So the whole story wouldn’t happen at all. So under the context of narrative... it’s justified (because the narrative has to justify its own existence). However, if you, the watcher, feel manipulated? Then maybe not. Or maybe this just isn’t your archetype. Especially the seme version. 

5. If the "Tsundere Seme" is sure of his own feelings,...what gives him the audacity to play with the feelings of someone that genuinely loves him? 

I think most of the time he isn’t playing. Or he’s doing the manipulative thing to see if he has the control he needs to open up. Like I said above, it isn’t about love, it’s about trust (with a primary behavior motivation coming from fear). He’s waiting to see if he can TRUST the person, especially if he’s paired with a sunshine or manic pixie dream archetype (the most difficult ones to trust - because charming is very dangerous and reads as suspicious, overly flirty, and disingenuous to tsundere). And trust takes a lot more time than love. 

6. Does the relationship dynamic change if the pursuer of a "Tsundere Seme" happens to be a "Power-Bottom Uke"?

Ooo, could we not use that term? I prefer self-actualized or aggressive or autonomous uke. 

Yes, the dynamic does change. If the uke is self aware in his pursuit (Nampu in Top Secret or In in UWMA) and more aggressive (less of a good boy like Chon in Tonhon Cholatee) then we, the audience, trust that uke to cut his losses and protect himself in a way we don’t trust the good/sweet boy. 

The relationship seems more fair and less abusive if an aggressive uke is in play. In other words, the nice-guy uke can be too much of a doormat with a tsundere seme and that reads very poorly to a modern audience, because we want to protect him (but that’s the seme’s job). 

(source) 

#bl tropes #bl archetypes #seme/uke #tsundere characters #thai bl #japanese bl #life love on the line #TonhonChonlatee #Until We Meet Again #Top Secret Together

[venii-vidii-vicii]

Shape studies to help with stylization. I thought I'd share my thoughts for anyone who finds this sort of this interesting. IDK if this makes any sense to anyone but me but categorizing shapes really helps me stylize characters

Ex: Round shapes are friendly

Square shapes are rough.

These help when making/designing your own character. What characteristics do u wanna give them?

My Saints Boss, for example, his shapes tell u that he's athletic, a square shaped face gives him a tough military man look, small narrow slits for eyes gives the character a playful look. Etc...

idk maybe I'm rambling but I do hope someone finds this interesting xD Don't take this as a tutorial. These are just my brain farts when I stylize characters

#god forgive me for all the tags I'm about to tag #the council game #disco elysium #we happy few #saints row #titus hardie #glen dixon #jacques peru #louis de richet #arthur hastings #what we do in the shadows #wwdits

[the-fae-folk]

Hello ! This is my first ask, so I apologize if it doesn't make much sense. Can you tell us about the Fae Courts, specifically the Seelie and Unseelie ones ? The descriptions I've been able to find online don't go into much detail beyond a few main characteristics, and I was wondering if you knew some things about them and their lore ? Thank you for putting together this blog, it is very interesting !

Welcome, Child. The two courts you speak of, Seelie and Unseelie, are a tradition whose roots lie deep within Scottish Folklore and a number of other pools. Now, a lot of what we imagine when it comes to Faeries tends to fall along the lines of graceful elfs and pixies, parades of royalty and finery, and many strange but relatively wonderful faerie beings. You and I know that there are more kinds from a great number of different sources. But how do you categorize them? How do you group them? Well in older days, one way to do so was to say that here in one group were the good Faeries, and in this other group are the wicked ones. But of course, that doesn’t really work too well, especially when the supposedly good ones keep doing nasty and vindictive things to people whenever they feel even remotely inconvenienced or slighted. The name, Seelie, gives us a good clue as to what is going on. It comes from an older Anglo-Saxon word, “Sælig”, which meant blessed or happy. Adding the prefix “Un” to that was a negation effect. Unhappy, unblessed. Either feeling miserable due to evil natures, or more likely... causing misery and unhappiness to others. As far as scholars can guess, Irish and Scottish shared many of the same myths and their characters. The Irish Tuatha Dé Danann shifted at some point from deities and supernaturally powered kings and heroes to the Daoine Sídhe, what we know as Fae. It’s uncertain when this happened, but the growing power of Christianity very likely had something to do with it. These depictions of Faeries could be separated into their own groupings, much like the Seelie and Unseelie. But it was not wicked or kindly, it was a distinction of where they could be found, in the air or on the ground, and whether or not they were frightening. While the Irish had the Daoine Sídhe, the Scottish had the Daoine Sìth. More or less the same beings, at least at the start, but the depiction of them was painted somewhat differently. While the Irish Fae were said to teach skills like metalworking and to deal with humans quite often, the Scottish Fae kept to themselves, and any dealings with them were almost always likely to end badly. The names, Seelie and Unseelie, did not show up until very very late in Scottish Folklore. In fact, it was only by the late medieval and early modern period that those terms took any real meaning at all, as much of the Scottish Folklore we actually have deals with the Highlands and Islands. Even then, the people didn’t really see these as clear and concrete distinctions, as different groups of fairy peoples, but rather they offered them as euphemisms and epithets, naming what they saw or what they hoped would be. If the Folk are cruel and nasty without cause, ugly and horrible to see, or frightening and eldritch... then clearly they are Unseelie. They are everything we are afraid of. But if the Folk seem beautiful and kindly, offering aid or sage advice, or are willing to let you alone as long as you pay the proper respects, then clearly they must be Seelie. The blessed, the wonderful, the happy. And the ideas of what Faeries were wasn’t a solid unchanging tale. Even as the witch trials spread throughout Scotland it changed what the Faeries were and how people saw them. Interactions with the English, with the Irish, the Welsh... all influenced the tales of the Folk and other folkloric aspects of the Scottish myths. One idea came up from the more Germanic and Norse cultures, depicting Faeries as the shades of the dead, still wandering in and out of heaven or hell or places between. As a parade, a wild hunt, a night ritual during sacred times of the year. And whether those dead were good and beautiful, shining bright, or whether they were dark and unholy, terrible demonic forces... that too would graft itself onto the ideas of Seelie and Unseelie Courts. In modern fantasy literature we’ve inherited this idea of two distinct Fairy Courts, and a popular trick is to assign them parts of nature that seem to fit them. Winter and Autumn for the Unseelie, the dead and dying, the cold and unmoved. Spring and Summer for the Seelie, warmth and life, light and laughter, plenty and growth. Still today our ideas of what the Folk are change and grow as time goes on, with every addition to the idea of what Fae are they will change a little more. And it’s important to remember that the things we speak of, the names we talk about, are not free of all those influences, that they might not have started out even remotely like what we use them for today. I would definitely suggest finding more comprehensive and citable sources to delve into when it comes to Scottish Folklore, for there is a vast amount that I simply cannot cover here, not even if I had several lifetimes to do so. Remember, not everything is online, even now. There is so very much that has not yet bridged that gap between paper to webpage. Speak to the librarians, ask for their help in finding sources, chances are that many would be thrilled at the opportunity to put their library science degree to good use.

#fae #faeirie #otherfolk #irish mythology #scottish mythology #the fae folk #seelie and unseelie courts #faerie courts #seelie court #unseelie court

[c-ptsdrecovery]

Anon asked:

First I want to say I hope you're doing well, and this blog is quite helpful (thank you for running it)!

Second, I saw you put a post covering nightmares in relation to ptsd and c-ptsd, and I was wondering if I could ask a further question on that? Firstly, what's the difference between nightmares and night terrors? Secondly, would a dream still be categorized if it had nightmare stuff in it (gore or other upsetting things) but you don't get super stressed over it?

I ask this because I was curious if having a ton of nightmares over years could desensitize someone to them, and therefore make what could otherwise be categorized as nightmares only dreams (if that makes sense?)

There's no pressure to answer, and please take care of yourself! I hope life is treating you well and to anyone else who may (or may not) read this. Thanks

Thank you! I’m glad you’re finding it helpful. :)

Question 1:

Here’s what I found on the difference:

Nightmares are coherent and vividly realistic dreams that become increasingly disturbing as they progress and result in waking from sleep. Nightmares commonly involve impending danger or distressing themes and provoke emotions such as fear, embarrassment or anxiety upon waking.

Night terrors are episodes of screaming and agitated movement such as flailing or thrashing, accompanied by intense fear. They typically last between seconds and a few minutes and begin whilst still asleep.

A person who experiences a night terror may be mobile, leading to episodes of sleepwalking, and provoke aggressive behavior if restrained. Upon waking, the person may be confused, disoriented unable to recall the night terror episode when fully awake. (source)

Question 2:

So my opinion is that you can have nightmares and not feel (or not realize you feel) distressed by them. There’s a phenomenon called alexithymia, which is an inability to “feel your feelings” or to recognize and put a name to your feelings. It’s very common in situations of complex trauma beginning in childhood, partly because if you don’t have someone in your life teaching you how to identify and deal with your emotions, you tend to not be very good at it, and partly because traumatized children find that their feelings are too overwhelming, so they stuff them down and learn to ignore them rather than dealing with them.

For example, I have had a habit since childhood of bouncing my knee when I’m sitting. For YEARS, people would say to me, “Oh, you’re bouncing your leg. Are you anxious?” And I’d go, “No, no, I’m just naturally fidgety.” It was only once I started to learn to recognize when I was feeling anxious that I realized: when I bounce my knee, it’s because I’m anxious! Those people were right after all! I was anxious, and my body knew it and responded accordingly, but I didn’t consciously realize I was feeling anxious.

I think the same thing can happen with nightmares. I wake up a lot in the middle of the night, and I also tend to remember my dreams really well. So I’d wake up from dreams at like 2 am and lie awake for two hours, and then go back to sleep. In the morning I’d start telling somebody about the dream I had, and they’d go O_O because the story I was telling them was so creepy or disturbing. And I’d say, “But it wasn’t a nightmare, because it didn’t scare me.” Only in the last couple of years have I realized that I wake up in the middle of the night because those ARE nightmares and my heart rate goes up and my adrenaline starts pumping, and it wakes me up. My body responds to the anxiety that my conscious mind isn’t feeling.

So I don’t have any scientific proof for this answer, but that’s my belief, based on my personal experiences: alexithymia can lead to people experiencing nightmares, and their bodies even responding to the fear of the nightmare, while they don’t FEEL like it’s a nightmare because they aren’t consciously scared.

By the way, if you think you might be having difficulties with alexithymia, I recommend the book Being in My Body by Toni Rahman. It’s about how alexithymia and such problems develop and how to learn to feel your body and your feelings more.

#c-ptsd #nightmares #alexithymia #night terrors

[catnipster69]

Wincest Fic Recommendations Full List

Here are my faves, categorized from lightest to darkest. I hope to add to this full list over time.

J2 rec list here.

Lightest

Suave & Complicated by OldToadWoman

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4480040

Sam and Dean discover a useful, little, magical artifact. No one is forcing them to do anything. No one is going to die if they don't. They don't even feel a strange compulsion. But… it would be really helpful if they powered up the magical stone… and… all they have to do is kiss.

This is maximally delightful! It's funny, sexy, and reads like a better Supernatural episode, only with wincest. I found this to be practically perfect.

Comfortably Numb by bloodwrites @bloodwritesfic​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4711565

You can't live so close together without occasionally getting a peek at each other's equipment, and Sam's big all over, but Dean's sure he doesn't have the kind of length he'd need to— "We are talking about the same thing, right? You're telling me you can..." Sam grins. "Fuck myself. Yeah."

This is a complete delight. And it just feels so in character.

Utopia by nigeltde @nigeltde-fic​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11714535

Anyway, Dwight Yoakam can go fuck himself.

Basically, a room of requirement fic. I found this very sweet. Post season 12.

Leader of the Pack by @astolat​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2224

Teaching old dogs new tricks.

It’s a shame that Astolat does not write Supernatural fics anymore, but more than a decade later, her fics still hold up. Small, delicious meals. Makes sense that she is such a good mainstream writer in real life, too. Set in mid season 3.

Bad Blood by @astolat​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/164477

Fuck me or I'm going to die isn't the world's best pickup line.

Good humor.

Green and Gamboge by @sevenfists

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25267

Sam first notices the weird dinging noise in Paducah, and by the time they hit Kansas City, it's a full-on clank and rattle, the car thumping rhythmically every time the engine turns over.

This is fucking adorable.

Light

Coast On Through by philalethia

https://philalethia.livejournal.com/196029.html

A post-first-time fic. With a lot of sex.

Insanely hot. It takes a while even after they’re fucking to realize that, yeah, they’re it for each other, that no one else can compare. I love hearing the boys’ voices so clearly. So many great exchanges. It just feels so real.

Hands That Held Your Hands by philalethia

https://philalethia.livejournal.com/217441.html

In which Dean gets sick and Sam takes care of him. Tiny spoiler for episode 404. Written while waiting in a doctor's office to make myself feel better about feeling awful.

This is adorable, really.

Over the Hills, Far Away by roxymissrose

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1407463

Somewhere in the middle of season seven, this world careens towards the left. Dean looks at Sam and decides enough is enough. They need to settle down for a while, take a breath.

I’m not a giant fan of curtain fics, but this is my favorite.

Taking the Fifth by @astolat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/164210

“Dean Winchester?" Sam said. "I'm Sam Moore. I'm your lawyer." (AU inspired by 2x07, The Usual Suspects)

It’s hard to pick the best of the best from astolat.

Punxsutawney by @astolat​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/164466

astolat thinks any plot worth doing is worth doing TWICE

Groundhog Day by @astolat​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/164413

astolat thinks any plot worth doing is worth doing TWICE three times. (especially if the show mostly does it for you.) spoilers for Mystery Spot (3x11)

Thought I’d group both of these groundhog day fics together. (I think she may even have another one out there).

Baby Blue by Edwardina

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35405101

Sam touches a cursed pacifier and is compelled to suck on it non-stop. At first, Dean thinks it's hilarious and Sam is humiliated, but the way Dean treats Sam is actually a turn-on for them both.

This is weird, but surprisingly engaging.

Follow The Jackalope by WhiskyBoys

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10136267

It was just a regular black dog hunt, or so Sam and Dean thought, yet somehow they ended up tracking a unicorn through the woods, and then Dean may or may not have spotted a jackalope. After that things really took a turn for the weird!

"A unicorn? A freaking unicorn, Sam?" Dean repeats for the fourth time in fewer minutes. He looks down at the arsenal of weapons in Baby's trunk, twitchy fingered and wild eyed. "How the hell are we supposed to kill a goddamn unicorn?"

We're not gonna kill it," Sam snaps, elbowing Dean sharply in the ribs when he picks up a flame thrower.

This is a hoot.

Two People, At Least One Orgasm by nigeltde @nigeltde-fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22317730​

Under the ham balls and tears.

Laugh out loud.

In a safe behind a painting by glovered

https://archiveofourown.org/works/493710

Dean tells RoboSam that he'd have to be paid a large sum to sleep with him. Challenge accepted.

It’s not too often you get a soulless!Sam story that is so hopeful and humorous.

Gray

Heart Shaped Balloon by @winsive

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37139917

Sam and Dad are fighting. No surprise, but it's the weekend before Valentine's Day and Dean isn't missing out on the chance to bang a cheerleader just to console his bratty little brother. He does bring back a heart shaped balloon for him, though. It's not supposed to be cursed.

This whole premise is clever. Love the build-up.

the constant vow by deadlybride @zmediaoutlet

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40820367

With Crowley apparently dead and Sam's soul back in place, even though Eve is a worry and Castiel's fighting a heavenly war, Sam and Dean at last have some space to get back to what passes (for them) as a normal life. They've just finished up a pretty standard job and are killing time in snowy Wisconsin when Dean wakes up no longer looking like Dean. That's just the start of their problems.

I don’t usually like female Sam or Dean stories, but since Dean is not female all the time, I was able to get over my reluctance. Deadlybride is one of my fave authors, and she does not disappoint.

Strong Black Vine by shaenie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4413944

They are both pretty drunk when it finally happens. Not drunk enough to pretend they don't remember or even drunk enough to chalk it up to bad decision making. Just pure liquid courage drunk.

This is a really good case fic plus lots of kinky BDSM! I think the author, who isn't really "in the fandom," didn't get the voices quite right (a tad too much slang for Dean), and some scenes have "weighty" meaning that I didn't always get, but still really good.

Invisible Boy by dollylux

https://archiveofourown.org/series/129525

This is a story of adolescence. This is a love letter for the slow burn, for Led Zeppelin, for the 90s. This is the first of two sets of stories about how Sam and Dean didn’t fall in love. They never had to. It was always there, this desperation between them, like a real, breathing thing. When they came together, it was inevitable. As sure as continents colliding, as the phases of the moon and the life and death of stars. This isn’t a love story, but it’s a story of love.

You’ve probably already read this! But if not, hurry and do so. So good it feels like canon.

Phthonus by leonidaslion

https://archiveofourown.org/series/6437

There's only so much jealousy a guy can take, and Sam's reached his limit ... 

Whatever happened to leonidaslion?? One of life’s great mysteries. Even though this is unfinished, it’s totally worth reading for the hot, hot sex. The plot is the least of it.

with a cherry on top by dollylux

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6016192

Sam gives Dean a Valentine's gift that keeps on giving.

This is underage, consensual, and filthy.

Like Staring Into the Sun by @nyxocity

https://archiveofourown.org/works/367041

It’s not about the girls. The girls are just the excuse. It’s about them. Them and this unavoidable thing that’s growing between them.

Hot as hell. I guess I felt it was Gray because the tone is kind of dark and desperate.

Surrender by Coragyps

https://archiveofourown.org/works/585290

Sam Wesson, college drop-out and general nobody, is abducted from his home by a green-eyed stranger. Taken to the shadowy Facility, he is trained over time to embrace his inner Submissive and become the perfect slave. But is he making a mistake in trusting Dean to be his Master?

The writer truly embraces her premise, which is that there are people who are “natural submissives” who will end in suicide if they aren’t trained and matched with a master. Hey, it works!

Wrapped in Honey by emebalia

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3194219

Sam is a monster who wants to buy himself somebody to feed on. Lucky him, Dean's on sale.

Poor, broken Dean. Luckily good incubus Sam is there to save him. Too bad it involves locking him up and using him as a sex slave! A world with supernatural creatures, but Dean’s not a hunter? It’s so crazy it just might work. There are some spelling mistakes in this, and that usually drives me nuts. Sadly, there’s no “suggest” function to put forward corrections on AO3.

Riders on the Storm by zorrosuchil

https://archiveofourown.org/works/875765

I. Bottled up in a borrowed Sierra Nevada cabin while their father chases demonic omens, Sam and Dean have nothing to do but hunt chupacabras and mess around. It's not supposed to mean anything. When the weeks are over and Sam announces he's leaving for Stanford, everything including their relationship falls apart. II. After Jess's death, Dean is Sam's anchor in an ocean of grief, but soon Sam starts suspecting that he's holding too close, wanting too much. Meanwhile, Dean has repented of what happened that summer, but deep down neither can shake his less-than-brotherly feelings. III. On the trail of the Wild Hunt, during a last-ditch effort to save Dean from hell, the crackling tension between Sam and Dean finally comes to a head.

Just a good, angsty read.

Trinity by leonidaslion

https://archiveofourown.org/works/181748

This isn't what Dean meant to give Sam for his birthday...

Hot, as usual.

Come Home in the Car You Love by @sevenfists

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25264

It seems fucking stupid now—worse: naive—but Dean honest-to-God thought that everything would stop after he went to Hell. A big cosmic reset button. Like his death would settle the universe's score and Sam could make himself some kind of real life, one that didn't involve hitching his fate to Dean's inevitable demise.

Great mood, interactions, build-up. Classic.

Moderation Itself by @sevenfists

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25363

"So just leave, then, if that's what you fuckin' want to do—" Dean said, and Sam slammed his hand down on the table and yelled, "Yeah, well maybe I will," and Dean said, "Fine," and Sam said, "You fucking asshole, I hope you rot in hell," and the next thing Dean knew, it was two days later and he was driving toward the Gulf, alone in the Impala for the first time in what felt like about ten million years.

Sometimes Dean needs time to process what he really needs.

Skin of the Beast by @alulaspeaks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14900721

Find Dean, find Jack, fix it. Sam's mission should be simple, but after a mysterious storm transforms ordinary people into hideous creatures, Sam finds himself struggling to hang onto his humanity and stay alive. Joined by an enormous wolf, Sam sets out across a new and dangerous landscape trying to balance the draw he feels to the wolf and his need to complete his mission. Find Dean, find Jack, fix it.

This has such an imaginative and poetic scenario. 

Dark

Roll the Bones by @lovetheirloves

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42052812

When other kids his age were experimenting with drugs and alcohol, Sam Winchester was experimenting with witchcraft.

This is why you’re not supposed to experiment with witchcraft.

Douglas County by @awabubbles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1343818/chapters/2802031

Prison AU. Dean Winchester is a new correctional officer at Douglas County Youth Services where he meets Sam Wesson, a fifteen year old inmate who's been charged with arson and the death of his parents. Dean finds himself increasingly protective of the young inmate, but as his personal life gets more complicated, Dean has to find out exactly how far he'll go to keep Sam by his side.

Just perfection. The kids aren’t alright, but maybe it’s alright if they’re together. This is a raised apart, non-supernatural AU. But even if that’s not your thing, I think you can appreciate the way awabubbles adapted the general outlines of Supernatural to fit this gritty tale of a fucked up Dean who is trying to overcome his own traumas; and how he connects to a boy for reasons we readers know, but that Dean takes some time and luck to figure out. They way they find salvation in each other. It feels real and painful and sexy and hopeful.

The Light of Munin by leonidaslion

https://archiveofourown.org/works/180210

Beyond the Apocalypse, beyond the Rapture, beyond the reach of memory ... How long can even the strongest love survive?

This one is very literary, with a fascinating setting. Not the usual fare. It’s always a treat to find unusual things in this genre, as there is a tendency to tread the same well-worn paths.

Sammy's Little Boy by majesticduxk

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1064091

Dean is hit by a spell which turns his cock into a little boy one, tiny and soft and useless. He can't even get hard anymore. He hates it but his partner can't get enough of playing with Dean's little limp, bouncing cock and balls. After all, daddies can do what they want with their little boys. please note: this is NON CON and as such if this will disturb you please don't read. Dean does get some physical enjoyment out of it, but there is definitely no consent.

This is such a bizarre one... It's not realistic, why Sam is so, so bad, or why Dean is so helpless. I don't take it too seriously. It’s just...smut!

The Glamorous Life by @rivkat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5974

Dean's infected by an incubus. Complications ensue.

Poor Dean! The boys aren’t good at communicating, as usual.

Grit to Build a Pearl Around by @saltandbyrne

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12320718

Sam always helps his big brother out. Even when it hurts.

Underage. Dean's not a good guy in this. Twisted Sam/Dean.

remainder of two by @thatsakitkat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1698800

Dean has a curse put on him that de-ages him and makes him desperate for Sam to fuck him.

The first time I read this, it ended on such a bleak note, that I got mad at it. But then I couldn't stop thinking about it. It took me awhile to find it again, and then I bookmarked it. It is bleak: but very well done, especially since it's mostly porn without plot.

Flying Weight by Flesh

https://archiveofourown.org/works/231283

Sam wakes after being soulless for three years to discover that Dean and his relationship with him have undergone some serious changes. Through traveling and hunting with Dean, Sam struggles to put his life back together after events he has only limited memory of. A season six wincest AU

I was kind of resistant to this story initially. It was just so hard to take. But on re-read, I could admire it better. Masterful.

Darkest

This is as dark as I go. There are darker out there (drug addiction and prostitution, I’m looking at you).

Suite!verse by leonidaslion

https://archiveofourown.org/series/6436

evilSam and Dean

This is a long, unfinished fic where Sam becomes a general of Hell and becomes evil. But his “love” and obsession with Dean remains, so he locks Dean in a hotel suite for years while he fights for Hell in the apocalypse and tries to get Dean to surrender. I couldn't stop reading it, but I was also yelling at it. She explains in the comments how it ends; it would have been bitter, bitter sweet.

Disturbia by leonidaslion

https://archiveofourown.org/series/7424

Not all of our scars are worn on the outside ...This is a VERY DARK FIC, and if you are sensitive to issues of consent or to the psychological repercussions of rape and other sexual trauma, please hit the back button now. There IS a happy ending, but it is at the other end of a very long, very dark tunnel. Please be sure you want to make the journey before clicking ahead.

Again, Dean really gets fucked up in this, and I'm not sure I like having this version of Dean in my head. Still, it's a gripping read. Read at your own risk. I mean, it ends basically happy? But Dean’s trauma can’t be wished away, and Sam has his own traumatic journey too. I guess one of the things I relate to in this is Sam’s intense, obsessive longing for Dean. Because I have that too.

Kink Corner

These are the fics I was afraid to post as being too outré; but hell, you’ve made it this far! Your kinks may not be my kinks, but if they are, you’re very welcome.

Little Creature You Unspun by Exaggerated_Specificity

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6359056

Prompt: "Some spell/curse/hand-wavy magic grants Dean his deepest, darkest desire: eight year old Sammy spread out naked and begging to get fucked."

John inadvertently brings home a cursed book that has eight year old Sam acting out Dean's wildest fantasies. Marked as non-con due to magically induced reasons for the sex happening. Don't read if this isn't your thing.

Well written! Really!

Doppelgänger (little bird sing) by Exaggerated_Specificity

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6358690

Prompt: "Soulless Sam sweet talks an underage girl/boy into giving up her/his cherry. As young as you want."

Soulless Sam has a little fun with one extremely young Jensen Ackles. Read the warnings. This is every bit as dirtybadwrong as it sounds.

I guess we can blame these on the anonymous prompts? I’m not sure what my excuse is for reading these.

warm by @hellhoundsprey

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37163134

Sam and Dean go a little further. (Sam is 8-ish, Dean is 12-ish.)

I only put this in Kink Corner because of the under-agedness. This age works as an A/B/O fic.

#wincest #fan fiction #catnipster69 recommends #full list #my posts #fic recs #wincest fic rec

[maaarine]

The Brain Doesn’t Think the Way You Think It Does (Jordana Cepelewicz, Quanta Magazine, Aug 24 2021)

“Not only do researchers often depict the brain and its functions much as mapmakers might draw nations on continents, but they do so “the way old-fashioned mapmakers” did, according to Lisa Feldman Barrett, a psychologist at Northeastern University.

“They parse the brain in terms of what they’re interested in psychologically or mentally or behaviorally,” and then they assign the functions to different networks of neurons “as if they’re Lego blocks, as if there are firm boundaries there.”

But a brain map with neat borders is not just oversimplified — it’s misleading.

“Scientists for over 100 years have searched fruitlessly for brain boundaries between thinking, feeling, deciding, remembering, moving and other everyday experiences,” Barrett said.

A host of recent neurological studies further confirm that these mental categories “are poor guides for understanding how brains are structured or how they work.” (…)

In 2019, Russell Poldrack, a neuroscientist at Stanford University, and his colleagues set out to test how appropriate the recognized categories for mental function are.

They gathered a massive amount of behavioral data — obtained from experiments designed to test different aspects of cognitive control, including working memory, response inhibition and learning — and ran it through a machine learning classifier.

The resulting classifications defied expectations, mixing up traditional categories of brain results and sorting them into new groups that seemed to “move together in terms of some much more generic constructs,” Poldrack said —

constructs for which we don’t yet have labels, and which might not relate directly to our conscious experience.

Another study by Poldrack’s colleagues found that tasks meant to measure either perception or memory “weren’t really measuring different constructs after all,” Poldrack said.

“It suggests that those two categories are really imprecise.” It’s not that “perception” or “memory” is a useless term, he emphasized. 

But “if we want to understand what the brain does, we probably need much more precise ways to understand particular functions.”

The fact that it’s not even clear how to differentiate tests of perception from those of memory suggests that those categorical constructs “may not actually be the real organizing features of the mind,” Poldrack said. (…)

Cisek, in Montreal, is one of several researchers starting to rebuild the conceptual categories from an evolutionary perspective. 

For the past five years, he has been painstakingly making his way through vertebrate evolution, examining the progressive specialization of behavioral systems.

“Functional subdivisions do exist in the brain,” he said.

“And they actually have an evolutionary history to them. If we could identify that history, it’ll help us identify the concepts better.” (…)

Buzsáki takes a similar view. “We have to look at brain mechanisms first, and why and how those things evolved,” he said.

For instance, memories, future planning and imagination are all partly encoded by the same neural mechanisms, which makes sense from an evolutionary perspective because the same system can be recycled for different purposes.

“You may be better off thinking about all of [those] as one,” he said.

This approach is already leading to some intriguing discoveries. 

For years, Buzsáki has studied sharp wave-ripples, a type of brain activity in the hippocampus that enables the storage and retrieval of memories.

But this month in Nature, his former doctoral student David Tingley and others in Buzsáki’s lab revealed an entirely new function for them: helping to regulate blood sugar levels.

“We are linking two very different extremes,” Buzsáki said — a basic metabolic process and a high-level cognitive one.

He’s now hoping to uncover a deeper connection between the two, and to obtain insights into how sharp wave-ripples for body regulation might have been repurposed for memory formation. (…)

Another important consideration is how meaningful a new framework might end up being.

“You may gain in terms of knowledge, but you may actually stop understanding yourself,” Krakauer said.

When we wonder how the brain works, he explained, we want it to mean: What’s happening in my brain when I fall in love? Or when I’m excited?

If we move too far away from our subjective experience and familiar cognitive concepts, he worries that what we learn about the brain might be like “42” in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: the correct answer, but not to the question we had in mind.

“Now, are we willing to live with that?” Krakauer asked.”

#jordana cepelewicz #lisa feldman barrett #article #mbti #mbtiideas

[midasbutred]

If I Loved You Less, I Might be Able to Talk about it More

Fandom: Resident Evil

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Tagged: Angst no comfort, cheating, & insecurities

Author Note: This is my first time writing on Tumblr, and English is not my first language, so I hope my writing is worthy enough to be enjoyed. Honestly I'm not really sure anyone will read this, lmao, but since I love angst and Leon Kennedy so much, I'm writing this as an outpouring of my thoughts. As in the tags I have written, this story may contain content that you don't like and you may not read it. Reader discretion advised.

Summary: They say the end is coming sooner. But the end's already here for you. Part: Part 1 | Part 2 (HERE)

Part 2 | I Remember When You Called Me Beautiful

The sound of the waves was soothing as the heart in the recesses was beating fast. Finding the figure that had recently caused blush to appear on the cheeks was very close. Yes, the young man who had just finished his training as an impromptu government agent, Leon Kennedy, was standing right beside Y/N.

Come to think of it, Y/N doesn't describe herself as someone who falls in love easily. But, when she dared to look at the figure beside her who was bowed his head with red ears, there was a strange turmoil in her. The tickling excitement is fun to feel.

When the young man beside her raised his head and their gazes met each other. Time seemed to stop running for the two of them. However, the rolling waves that brush the feet on the shoreline bring them back to their senses.

Leon cleared his throat with a flushed face, seemed to be considering what he was going to say. While Y/N was too impressed with the young man's face, of course Leon had a face that could be categorized as beautiful with his facial contours and irises as blue as the sea.

"So, what made you invite me here, Mr. Kennedy?" Y/N asked, breaking the silence. Or as an effort to make herself aware not to drown in those blue eyes.

There was movement in Leon's neck muscles after hearing that question. Gulped. Leon broke eye contact and saw his feet on the white sand. "I know this is ridiculous and maybe it's not the right time to have these feelings," paused, Leon dared to look at the other person, "But, I really like you, Y/N."

For a moment, the sound of the waves was just the background that filled the silence. Leon with an expression that seemed relieved after expressing his feelings and anxiously waiting for the other person's reaction. While Y/N seemed to digest the words she had just heard.

Ten seconds.

Fifteen seconds.

Y/N looked away, staring far into the yellow sea reflecting the setting sun. silence. Leon waited anxiously (if only the young man knew his face looked like a lost puppy).

"Y/N?" called Leon worried. Which was then heard a low laugh from the other person, making Leon even more confused.

"I'm sorry," Y/N said after she stopped laughing. She turned to the young man beside her. She didn't say anything right away, too fond of the expression on Leon's face who was anxiously waiting for her reaction. "So what do you want next Mr. Kennedy?"

Leon blinked a few times. The red blush was back on his face. "I," his voice was low, his expression seemed to sort out the words he was about to say.

Y/N waited patiently without taking her eyes off Leon.

"D-do you want to be my girlfriend, Y/N?" the sentence came out in one breath, although it stuttered a little at the beginning of the word.

Y/N smiled after hearing that request. To be honest, she never thought about being in a relationship. But it felt different then, for some reason she wanted to do it with a Leon. So she answered yes.

Leon took a deep breath. It was as if an invisible weight has been lifted after hearing the answer to his confession.

"Mr. Kennedy, can I kiss you?"

Hearing the sudden request, made his heartbeat stop for a moment. Leon's face suddenly turned red. "Please call me Leon," he replied which for some reason didn't match the question asked.

However, Y/N didn't see any rejection from her new lover's expression. Therefore, she closed the distance between them, cupped the beautiful face with both hands and brought their lips together.

The kiss was innocent, like two teenagers kissing their first love for the first time.

Two of Leon's hands wrapped around Y/N's small waist, holding their bodies together even though his legs were now as limp as jelly.

Y/N pulled away, parting their kiss. They both looked at each other with Y/N's hands still covering her new boyfriend's beautiful face, while Leon's hands were still embracing Y/N's small waist. Regulate the rhythm of the breath that had been hunting.

"Y/N, you're beautiful," Leon said quietly without taking his eyes off her.

Those words sounded so cheesy but at that moment made thousands of butterflies tickle Y/N's stomach. However, at that time she didn't realize the lightness of the words that had been thrown at her.

#leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #fanfic

[mouisorange]

☰ Yandere Personality Types  〔Big Five〕

☰ Overview

〔Disclaimer〕 Yandere behavior and mindsets are not healthy, nor should they be sought after: this is just meant to be a fun way to analyze characters and see/understand how they may fit into this specific genre of fictional horror. 

This personality ‘assessment’ was inspired by @ddarker-dreams​‘s ‘Yandere MBTI’ as I adore their writing and have always thought that their MBTI assessment is really cool! I also noticed how other people enjoy it so I thought I would make my own assessment, though mine is inspired by the ‘Big Five Personality Traits’. I even tried to be creative and add in the little circles that you can find on the actual Big Five assessment too (which is 100% free btw!). I don’t really think I did the Big Five assessment justice, and I think that a lot more goes into the complexities around this kinda thing, but hopefully this is somewhat interesting!

If you have your own thoughts or even wanna try this out, 100% feel free to use or talk to me about it! Check it out below the cut!

☰  OPEN   •  •  •  •  •  CLOSED 

〔Open〕 yanderes are blatant about their obsession. They do not try and hide it either because they believe it’s meant to be, because they’re too deep in their delusions to understand that it might be a good idea to keep their mouth shut, or simply because they’re in a position to not care about hiding their interest. Usually, this type of yandere is either seen as somewhat of a ‘lovesick puppy’ or a powerful character; though, being a ‘lovesick puppy’ doesn’t necessarily mean kind or affectionate. Whether it was ‘love at first sight’ or more of a slow-burn, these characters usually roll with their feelings with little to no hesitation. Situations with this type of yandere usually include darlings who are unaware of the yandere’s emotions (or even their existence) until they’re suddenly confronted, kidnapped, or confessed to seemingly out of the blue. 

examples︙Anasui 〔 jjba. Stone Ocean〕,  Diavolo & Doppio 〔 jjba. Golden Wind〕, Pina 〔Beastars〕, & Zeke Yeagar 〔Attack on Titan〕.

〔Closed〕 yanderes try to hide their obsessive mindset or behaviors. While they might not always be successful at hiding their interest, closed yandere types are either ashamed/embarrassed by their feelings or are frustrated by them in some way. Usually this type of yandere will ignore/avoid their darling in hopes of losing their feelings, or pretend their feelings don’t exist. This type of yandere is either upset at themselves for having these feelings or upset at their darling for ‘making’ them feel that way. Darling can possibly see their behavior coming and try to avoid the character, but this type of yandere is likely to ‘snap’ at some point and somehow corner their darling as an attempt at controlling their obsession or feelings (though, sometimes this is just the yandere trying to excuse their behavior).

examples︙Avdol〔jjba. SDC〕, Legoshi 〔Beastars〕, Alucard 〔Castlevania〕, & Klaus Hargreeves 〔The Umbrella Academy〕.

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 How does their behavior shift when they realize they’re obsessed?

〔 ⅱ. 〕 What are their opinions on their darling? Does this character adore them? Do they blame darling for their behavior (if so, are they angry about it)?

〔 ⅲ. 〕 How comfortable is this yandere with their feelings and/or actions in regards to their darling?

☰  CASUAL  •  •  •  •  •  DIRECT

〔Casual〕 yanderes do not actively pursue their darling. This type of character is typically laid-back. They either believe that darling will inevitably fall ‘into line’ or is mellow enough to be content with simply being in darling’s life. Casual yanderes are either delusional or are not possessive enough to want more than close friendship from their darling. Though it usually takes a specific type of character for this, some yanderes here believe that they’re already in a relationship with their darling and therefore feel no need to chase after them. This kind of character can confuse their darling, and make it more difficult to get away, as their behavior can be waived off if the character is perceived as harmless, gains darling’s sympathy in some way, or otherwise is not vocal about their delusional thinking/is charming enough to convince darling to just go along with it. Some of these characters are willing to let go if darling catches on early enough, though most will just slowly follow behind regardless of what darling does (though this behavior/these reactions will definitely vary/be different depending on the character).  

examples︙ Mista 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Luther Hargreeves 〔The Umbrella Academy〕, Connie Springer 〔Attack on Titan〕, & Cater Diamond 〔Twisted Wonderland〕.   

〔Direct〕 yanderes, as their name suggests, directly or actively pursue their darling. Usually strict or over-bearing, these characters actively chase after their darling’s affections (or otherwise whatever goal relationship the yandere wants). This yandere makes organized, sometimes step by step, plans in order to achieve their goal. It depends on the character whether they get angry when plans have to be changed or if they just shift their angle, however, these characters are focused and will not be discouraged should darling fight against their plans. If anything, some of these characters will be encouraged by their darling fighting back for various reasons (for example, if they’re delusional or just thing it’s a part of the whole ‘chase’ thing/enjoy it). These characters will almost never give up on their darling regardless of what happens.

examples︙ Giorno Giovanna 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Armin Arlert 〔Attack on Titan〕, Rook Hunt 〔Twisted Wonderland〕, & Jason Todd 〔DC Comics〕. 

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 How goal-oriented is this character, especially when it comes to their darling? 

〔 ⅱ. 〕 How lenient is this character? Are they trying to force a bee-line to a relationship with their darling or are they willing to play the long game?

〔 ⅲ. 〕 Is this character organizing a plan in order to achieve their goal(s)? Or are they completely winging it? If they’re winging it, are they just hoping that everything will naturally fall into place, or do they genuinely believe it’s fated to happen?

☰  DISCREET  •  •  •  •  •  INTENSE

〔Discreet〕 yanderes either do not have overly strong yandere behaviors or are able to hide said traits enough to be seen as ‘normal’. These characters will usually hide their behavior, regardless of the reasons, in order to have a normal relationship with their darling. While similar to closed character types, discreet yanderes differ in the sense that they usually do not struggle to hide their behavior, and will slowly (or suddenly, depending on the situation, one situation being kidnapping) merge this persona with their actual personality so that darling has no reason to want to leave. While not all characters within this category are fully aware of their behavior, most are intentionally manipulative and have some kind of end goal. They’re not ashamed of this mindset as they believe their reasons (such as “protecting” darling from something) excuse any tears that their darling might shed directly because of this yandere’s actions later on in the ‘relationship’. The period between “normal” and whatever end goal will vary based on the character. This type’s darling can have friends, and even other relationships to an extent (though this does vary), they’ll usually end up reaching the yandere’s goal without knowing about their behavior up until it’s too late to do anything about it. 

examples︙ Risotto Nero 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Louis 〔Beastars〕, Lilia Vanrouge 〔Twisted Wonderland〕, &  Sinbad 〔Magi〕. 

〔Intense〕 yanderes can be defined by their possessiveness, or otherwise intense behavior/mindset/emotions. This type of yandere will usually want to either isolate or monopolize their darling’s time in it’s entirety. While the character might not isolate themselves, they’ll do what they can in order to ensure that their darling is focused solely on them (or whatever goal yandere has in mind). Intense yanderes tend to come off as over-bearing or as harassers/bullies. Depending on their other traits, they will either direct their focus on getting other people away from darling or direct their focus on somehow getting darling away from other people (usually involving kidnapping or isolating them in their home). These characters have a tendency to be either cruel or manipulative and darling might believe that their yandere hates them in some way, even if the character says otherwise. 

examples︙ Illuso 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Melon 〔Beastars〕, Kouen Ren 〔Magi〕, & Leona Kingscholar 〔Twisted Wonderland〕.

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 How well would this character take rejection? Do they try and rationalize the rejection or do they just accept it (even taking whatever darling said to heart)?

〔 ⅱ. 〕 Can this character handle their darling having friendships? How do they react to darling spending periods of time without them? 

〔 ⅲ. 〕 Does this yandere need (or want?) to spend every waking (and sleeping) moment with darling? If so, what is time spent with this yandere like? 

☰  AGREEABLE  •  •  •  •  •  CONTROLLING

〔Agreeable〕 yanderes seem to genuinely care about their darling and see their darling as a breathing person with their own thoughts/feelings. These characters put their darling before themselves, sometimes going as far as seeing them as someone to worship or put on a pedestal, and believe that darling is better than them in some way. In some cases, they see darling as being unable to do anything wrong (to an extent). They’re willing to debate rights or loosen rules/chains (if they even decided to do chain darling in the first place) with darling and are willing to listen to what they have to say. This yandere’s end goal usually involves some kind of genuine relationship, regardless of how delusional that might be. 

examples︙ Haru 〔Beastars〕, Floch Forster 〔Attack on Titan〕, Tim Drake 〔DC Comics〕, & Vanya Hargreeves 〔The Umbrella Academy〕.

〔Controlling〕 yanderes do not view their darling as equal, either seeing them as childish (in the sense that they don’t understand things or can’t), seeing them as some kind of pet/trophy, or somewhere in-between. They usually do not care about their darling’s thoughts, feelings, or general well-being. Usually the only thing this yandere cares about is controlling their darling, the connection they have to their darling is the only important thing when it comes to darling as a person. Some of these characters even go as far as not minding if darling dies as long as they still view darling as being theirs (example being, if prince charming kept his princess asleep in order to keep princess to himself). While end goals will vary from yandere to yandere, those in this category typically don’t care how darling feels as long as they’re getting what they want from darling. 

examples︙ Kars 〔jjba. Battle Tendency〕, Judar 〔Magi〕, Cioccolata 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, &  Diavolo 〔 jjba. Golden Wind〕.

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 Does this yandere view darling as a human with their own thoughts/feelings or is darling more of a possession/plaything? 

〔 ⅱ. 〕 Is darling’s mental or physical well-being important to this character? 

〔 ⅲ. 〕 How many rights does darling have and how quickly are said rights taken away/given back? Are they ever given back? What are the yandere’s motives in taking/giving these rights?

☰  RESILIENT  •  •  •  •  •  FRAGILE

〔Resilient〕 yanderes will almost never become discouraged. They’re confident in the sense that they know they’ll eventually achieve their goal. This type of character is willing to spend years trying to either break down their darling or otherwise induce a sort of ‘Stockholm syndrome’. Characters who heavily stalk their darling tend to fall into this category. More so, resilient yanderes are not likely to have any sort of breakdown over their darling, regardless of the situation. They’re strong in their thought process, and are not willing to change their mind-set/behavior towards their darling (or anyone else).

examples︙ Ibuki 〔Beastars〕, Bruno Bucciarati 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕,   Jade Leech 〔Twisted Wonderland〕, & Shigaraki Tomura 〔My Hero Academia 〕.

〔Fragile〕 yanderes, as their name suggests, are ‘fragile’ in their goals or mind-set. Usually this type of yandere is either meek or feel overly guilty about their mind-set/behaviors. These characters can be easily swayed by their darling in some way, and they can get distracted from their end-goal if darling plays their cards right. More adoring, worshipper yanderes tend to fall in this category. Characters here usually do not like upsetting their darling and (at times) are desperate for their darling’s approval. While not an inherently manipulative category, fragile yanderes will use methods like gaslighting in order to avoid any kind of confrontation.

examples︙ Pesci 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Allison Hargreeves 〔The Umbrella Academy〕, Jack 〔Beastars〕, & Niccolo 〔Attack on Titan〕. 

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 How emotional/insecure is this character? 

〔 ⅱ. 〕 Is this character confrontational, or would they rather avoid any kind of confrontation by whatever means necessary (such as gaslighting or blackmailing others in the situation)? 

〔 ⅲ. 〕 How patient are they? How long are they willing to wait and/or bide their time in order to achieve some sort of goal?

﹝☼﹞

#☰ Yandere Personality Types #yandere theory #Yandere Big Five #Yandere #origin post #MBTI

[capfalcon]

elementary anon here again. i’m nearing the end of season 5 and i’ve come to the conclusion that everything this show does is portray relationships and its differing natures in all its forms and complexities.

the relationship between watson and sherlock, sherlock and his father, sherlock and his sobriety, sherlock and kitty + archie, watson and her urge to help, watson and her sister, captain gregson and his job, etc etc etc. now obviously every relationship is not romantic or sexual in nature and the show does such a great job in showing the complex nature of every single relationship, because that’s what relationships are: they’re hard and complex and they take a lot of work and effort but they are so rewarding and worth it. sherlock realises it with watson and it becomes apart of him to build the foundations for a good relationship/partnership with different people whom he has that connection with.

i also realised that with every kind of relationship/bond that’s shown, the show tries to portray a certain kind of love. i’m still not sure if what sherlock feels towards watson (and vice versa) is love- platonic or familial or out of a sense of duty- but it exists very loudly and it’s so pleasing to watch their dynamic. they know each other, they care for and protect each other and at the end of the day, they’re all they have. yeah they’ve got family and friends but does anyone, apart from the other, truly understand what they both go through and deal with? that kind of love is so refreshing to see especially when literally every media is so focused on only the romantic love or platonic love between two people. what sherlock and watson have can’t possibly be boiled down to one word or feeling.

also, i love watson’s wardrobe and how it’s changed over the seasons as a reflection of her certainty as a detective and who she is as a person. the shows fashion department really smashed it out the part with her outfits.

hopefully this all is making sense to you. and again, i can’t thank you enough for recommending this show. hope you’re doing well!

i think the quote that sums them up best is the quote from sherlocks brother that says i think she's the person you love most in this world. and it's very easy and very true. i think their love is the main premise of the show, the love and care and work they put into being partners.

i really would not be the person i am and i would not have known how to cultivate the person that i am without elementary. i really wouldn't. i have a matching ring with someone that i never take off. and our love is "platonic" but i think that's a shitty way of categorizing it bc i think emotionally we could be closer than "romantic" partners by a wide wide margin. and elementary taught me that you can Have deep deep friendships and bonds that aren't romantic or familial. that you can build a relationship w someone that carries its own weight. i fucking love this show beyond belief it's so good

also YES her outfits are always so good i love them immensely they're perfect

#elementary anon #ask #anon #elementary #thank u!!! #pls continue messaging me #also if u want other show recs i p much only watch very similar shows so if u like elementary youll probs like these #1. leverage #2. scorpion #ive rewatched both those shows like a Million times so #3. lie to me #also very good but much. heavier and darker than the other 2 #this one is a little different but i still enjoyed the one season we got #the brave #the mentalist is good #yeah i like all of them very good if ur looking for other reccs

[meemoze]

Office Hours with a Supervillain

TW: mentions of blood and death: Slight belly kink and body worship: Teacher/student trope  

{Chapter Sixteen}

Once you were finished with dressing his burns, one of his actuators grabbed the bottles of pain medication you had gathered, and he left. With leaving so abruptly, it almost didn’t occur to you that he had.

However, with your heart effectively crushed and thoroughly stomped on until no discernible shards were left, it was hard to accurately process anything.

After that encounter you scarcely left your dorm.

Headlines flooded the news feed: “Dr. Octavius Flys Off the Rails!” this “New Supervillain Takes Center Stage '' that. You even began to see some headlines proclaiming how the “public menace” Spider Man was taking this new supervillain head on. Though honestly, after a while you just couldn’t keep reading them.

While before you never really cared about the business of heroes or villains (luckily you hadn’t had the privilege of dealing with your car being used as collateral by one of them yet.) and mostly blocked it out, this was different. Unlike before where the villain was just some faceless person who happened to be categorized as a threat to society, you knew this one: You knew the human man behind Dr. Octopus (a name coined by the press that you still were not very sure of).

More importantly, you knew Dr. Otto Octavius; the real Dr. Otto Octavius.

You knew that his project, while run and overseen by him, was in partnership with Oscorp Industries. You knew that for a very short time he was in theater in highschool and that his crowning achievement was Fiddler on the Roof. And you knew that he liked cold brew with foamed milk.

But on top of it all, you knew the good kind man that was behind the character he was playing.

Or at least that’s what you hoped.

It was like the world had turned upside down. Nothing made any sense anymore and you couldn’t adapt fast enough to how your life was changing.

You tried to snuff out the fire that the doctor had started in your heart, but you just couldn’t. No matter how many guys you thought about or looked into, you always came back to him. You didn’t know if that was healthy, especially with his little impromptu visit, but the facts were the facts. As broken and disfigured as it was, your heart still belonged to him.

You had fallen for Judas: even after such a betrayal you still couldn’t help but love him purely.

However, as much as you did love him, that didn’t help the situation hurt any less. And no matter how much you loved the doctor, nothing you could fabricate could justify him wrapping his clawed actuator around your throat. As much as you wanted to reach out to him to further understand what had happened to him, you had seen first hand how dangerous he could be.

Plus, you were no superhero: You didn't have super strength, speed, or intelligence.

You were just a normal person who somehow got involved in something they had no control (or business) being involved in.

What could you possibly do to make things better?

Now that you thought about it, maybe staying in your dorm when you knew full well that Octavius now knew where you lived wasn’t such a great idea.

Looking at your crudely duck taped window in an attempt to lock it, you almost had to laugh.

It was either you laughed or you cried, and you personally preferred the latter. (Plus, you had been crying way too much recently)

Just shaking your head, you tried to push the negative thoughts from your mind. For someone who had watched five people be brutally murdered only to be threatened at actuator-point (was that even a thing?) shortly after, you were doing fairly alright.

Falling back into your messy bed, you let out a deep sigh, running your fingers through your hair. When was the last time you had taken a shower anyways? Considering you were afraid to close your eyes in any enclosed spaces now, probably a while ago.

Digging around your crowded night stand, knocking over a few cans of Monster as you went, you finally located the TV remote.

Maybe putting on a show or something would help.

Turning on the TV, you were instantly shown a news headline.

“Doc Ock Successfully Robs Bank with Spider Man’s Help”

While you were fairly certain Spider Man’s “helping” was really him trying to stop the doctor, unlike instantly dismissing it like you had started whenever any kind of news came on, you couldn’t help but linger.

Why the hell was Octavius robbing banks?

Why after everything (his dream essentially being ruined) would the man turn to robbing banks of all things?

At the end of the day, you supposed it didn’t really matter (or should matter) what the doctor did with his newly acquired “children”, but it did confuse you.

Dr. Otto Octavius was not a criminal.

Then again, you THOUGHT he wasn’t a murder, but here you were.

You really needed to stop defending him.

Wiping face with hand, you press the channel button a little bit harder than you had to.

The sun was well under the horizon until the gnawing hunger in your stomach convinced you to turn away from the TV to make some dinner.

Ah yes, ramen: The meal of champions.

It wasn’t much, but it was better than the copious amount of energy drink that you had essentially been getting all your nutrition from during the past couple days. What could you say, you didn’t do well under stress.

With the noise of the TV on in the background, you casually glanced at your desk.

There was nothing especially intriguing about it, though your eyes did land on your physics notebook.

Staring at it, your mouth forms a fine line.

Within a second, it is now sitting in your trash can.

Returning to your ramen, you snag a pair of chopsticks and take to the bed once more.

Right as you’re about to get comfortable, however, an ominous sound pricks at your ears

It was the sound of distant rumbling: soft, like distant footsteps.

Chopsticks being dropped to the floor, you whip your head towards the window.

This was not happening again, you were just imagining things.

However, as the sound got louder and louder, that possibility became less and less believable.

Leaping out of your bed, you could hear the duck tape on the window already being snapped as it was thrown open.

Without even waiting to put on shoes or watch as Octavius entered the room, you were already out the door.

Where someone was even supposed to go when running from a six armed psycho was beyond you, but you planned on finding out.

As you bolted down the hallway, you could hear yelling from inside your room. Probably getting the doctor angry wasn’t the best course of action, but you just couldn’t take another “visit” from him.

Your heart and nerves could only take so much.

Skipping the elevators entirely, you practically fly into the wall as you skid in front of the staircase. The concrete was painfully cold underneath your pounding feet and you can’t help but regret not putting on shoes.

Then again, getting bruised and blistered feet was better than getting torn apart by a metal tentacle.

Busting through the staircase doors, you find yourself out back in the alley behind the building, a blast of cold air unceremoniously slapping you in the face as you swung open the door. While normally you would be too worried about getting your foot impaled by broken glass or discarded drug-y needles, you plowed through without a second thought. You could hear the grinding pound of the doctor’s actuators even clearer out here and you could tell he was scaling down the side of the building to get closer to you.

Even though you could hear more yelling as well, it was blocked out by the buzz of adrenaline pumping through your body.

Coming out onto the sidewalk, you were sure you probably looked like an absolute lunatic: Wearing nothing but a hoodie and gym shorts without any shoes in 30 degree weather was quite the sight to behold after all. Then again, the citizens of New York (yourself included) have definitely seen weirder.

Sprinting through the freshly fallen snow, you anxiously realize that there is next to no one else out.

Due to the weather and hour of the night, it was not surprising, but that didn’t exactly help you in your attempt to escape.

Trying your best to ignore how the pounding was getting noticeably closer, you continue running down the sidewalk. Where were you planning on going exactly?

With your dorm being off campus and it being the holidays, it's not like you could take cover in one of the academic buildings. And though you were unsure of what lengths Octavius was willing to go to catch you, you couldn’t bring yourself to take refuge in any of the few stores that were open. While you might have been a coward before, you were at least going to try to keep the people involved in this to a minimum this time. The sudden heroics might be what do’s you in, but at least you could say you weren’t completely spineless.

Then again, you wouldn’t be saying much of anything if you were dead.

At this point you had no idea where your most likely bleeding feet were taking you, but you couldn’t say you recognized any of the scenery. Seriously, where were you even?

Breathing was becoming more painful as the frigid air stung your lungs. Everything was sore and you didn’t even want to see what your feet looked like. You would cry if you even could get a sure enough breath for it.

You were not some superhero.

Running was probably the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

Would giving up now mean he would at least be quick in tearing you apart?

Probably not.

Now you were in an area that you didn’t recognize, in freezing weather without any protection from the elements, without any real way of getting back home.

If it wasn’t for the doctor looking for you, you would have screamed.

Why had everything in your life gone so wrong?

Clenching your teeth, all you could do was stumble into an alleyway, your breath coming out as weak puffs of mist.

You were exhausted and lost and if Octavius didn’t find you, some rapist probably would.

God, how could you have been so stupid?

Limping deeper into the alleyway, you fall to your knees.

You tried to throw up, but nothing came out.

With bleary eyes, your numb fingers grasp clumsily at a piece of loose asphalt.

You couldn’t even feel any of your limbs anymore.

Though even still, you could feel the ground shake underneath you.

Turning around, your suspicions were confirmed as you saw the shadowed form of a man and four large arms scaling down the inside of the alley. In the light, he almost looked like a spider, seeing that its prey was helplessly caught in its web.

You look away, clenching the asphalt in your hand.

As the man lowered himself to the ground further, you could hear how labored his breath was. At least you made him work at finding you.

“You’re getting on my nerves.”

Ah yes, that new dark tone of his. Though you did notice it had lost a bit of its bite.

Not like that mattered much anyways.

You stay silent as you feel him getting closer.

“I told you to stop running.”

Your anxiety spikes once more as you feel one of the metal arms wrap around your waist, lifting you up.

As you are turned around however, you notice the dark circles underneath the older man's eyes as well as how his chest heaved up and down. He looked a lot less threatening now, but that did not negate the fact that he had chased you for the past ten minutes.

You quickly look down at the ground, not willing to look the doctor in the eyes. They were still covered by those fucking shades anyways. (Who wears shades at night?!?)

Even looking away though, you could still feel the doctor’s eyes on you.

Beyond the distant city ambience, it was completely silent between you two.

Clenching the chunk in your hand harder, the silence only made you angry.

You were unable to see the doctor’s mouth open in an attempt to speak.

“What are you waiting for??? Just finish the job already! After chasing me down, you finally got what you wanted!”

Despite your fear, the emotions that had been brewing inside of you for the last couple days could not be contained any longer. Betrayal and hurt coated your words like inky black venom.

“If you would be quiet and let me finish-”

He was clearly getting angry with you again.

“No, I don’t think I’ll be quiet! After everything you think you can just BARGE into MY apartment and command me around like I’m your slave or something?!?!? And when I have the audacity to cry out of FEAR of YOU, YOU THREATEN TO KILL ME!!! ARE YOU MENTAL?!?!? OF COURSE I RAN FROM YOU! I’M FUCKING TERRIFIED OF YOU!!!”

With each word your voice picks up in volume until you’re screaming.

The jolt and shift you felt in the actuator alerted you that you had caught the doctor off guard.

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD OCTAVIUS! I DROVE TO EVERY HOSPITAL IN THE FUCKING AREA TO FIND YOU I WAS SO WORRIED!! I EVEN BROKE INTO THE BACK OF HOSPITAL JUST TO SEE YOU!!! AND WHEN I FINALLY GOT THERE THINKING YOU’D BE OKAY, I WATCHED AS YOUR FUCKING TENTACLE ARMS KILLED THE FIVE DOCTORS WHO WERE TRYING TO DO SURGEY ON YOU!!! AND EVEN AFTER THAT I STILL LOVED YOU!!!”

Oh here comes the water works. In your hysterics, you didn't even process what you were admitting.

“I-I honestly can’t believe I still f-fucking love you even though I-I’m scared out of mind o-of you! W-what kind of dumbass kid a-am I to think a-any of the time we spent together meant a-anything to you.”

At this point you were a crying mess, the adrenaline wearing off and leaving you with little to no energy to scream anymore.

“I-I Idolized you…..y-you were my mentor a-and friend….a-and you treated m-me like I meant n-nothing.”

Being held limply in the air, all you can do is squeeze your eyes shut. The tears burned your frostbitten face, but you couldn’t keep them from coming.

Raising the piece of broken cement in your hand, all you could was weakly toss it at the doctor. It merely bounced off the man’s leather clad shoulder, pathetically tumbling to the ground.

In a moment of clarity, all Octavius could do was look upon your spent form.

You were afraid of him and he had hurt you. Actually hurt you.

While his children were perfectly content with terrorizing you for even daring to disrespect him, he managed to silence their chatter, even if just for a second.

What had become of him these last few days? Everything had been so blurry….

The pain he was in was excruciating.

Along with his destroyed dream and the constant never ending whispering in his head, lashing out and letting his children take over had been easy. What else could he do when he had nothing left? What choice did he really have?

But while he did have something left, did he really have a choice?

Without his inhibitor chip, his children had free rein to act almost completely independently. Along with that, their AI had reached his brain, meaning going against their desires was nearly impossible; especially with the weak vulnerable state he was in.

He felt like a prisoner in his own body.

But that did not excuse his weakness.

It was his fault that he let his pain and weakness blind him to allow his children to do the things they were doing. He was the parent, and with his children’s permanent residence, it was his responsibility to guide them.

Face falling, he takes off his shades. Once more his hazel eyes gaze upon you with their recognizable warmness and affection. Too bad you didn’t see it.

You looked so scared and it was his fault.

Even acknowledging this fact made his stomach twist. While his mission couldn’t be compromised, this had to stop.

Wanting nothing more to reach out, whisper sweet nothings, and apologies to you, he knew that it would only make things worse.

It pained his heart to feel you trembling through the actuator's grasp. To think before you touching his creation made him feel warm inside.

Now he only felt sick, knowing what he had done to you while using it.

The fluttering in his heart was only crushed by the overwhelming feeling of grief.

You had said you had loved him.

Even after everything, you said you still loved him.

Eyes flicking from you, he couldn’t even bear to look. It hurt too much.

Even after denying you, you had still even shown up to his demonstration, even going as far as to look for him after.

Leather squeaked slightly as the doctor balled his fists, the actuators responding with a distressed hiss. Eyes squeezed shut as a choked noise left his mouth.

“You are going to listen to me now: WE are going to leave her alone.”

His voice came out as a labored whisper, but with teeth bared, the tone was enough to command anyone who heard it to listen.

He knew only you could pull him out of the darkness and confusion he had dragged himself into, but knowing forcing you to stay would break you kept him from even considering the idea.

Though the actuators squealed in protest, they conceded to their father’s wishes. If this didn’t compromise their father’s mission, they would allow it.

When finally he was able to compose himself, the doctor quickly realized that you had fallen asleep. If it had been under much better circumstances, he would have smiled.

He didn’t entirely blame you: You had been through a lot.

Even still, seeing how peaceful and unafraid you were was like a breath of fresh air.

Oh how he missed you dearly.

Why did the universe have to keep pulling you from him?

Though he supposed fate wasn’t entirely to blame, sometimes to do the right thing, one had to give up the thing they wanted the most.

As he rescaled the buildings back to your apartment, you safely secured in his human arms, his children were unable to kill the thought before it entered his mind.

But was doing this really the right thing?

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[writingquestionsanswered]

Hi there! I’m a long time follower who’s venturing into writing for adult audiences for practice and as a hobby. My question pertains to having teen characters as the main characters for adult novels. I know one way to frame any such story is to have the character as an adult reflecting on the past with more experience and wisdom. But could I also just write this story in the present but without narrowed focus on the usual YA themes (coming-of-age, belonging, first romance, etc.)? And with in-depth looks at heavy topics like violence, religion, sexuality, politics, death, etc.?

Adult Books with Teen Characters (and Also, a Tangent...)

This is another "bear with me" post, because I want to answer your specific questions, and then I have a little tangent about teen characters, YA, and the forgotten age bracket of 18-25...

Can you write adult stories with teen main characters, but with a limited focus on teen themes and issues?

Most literary and adult genre books with teen main characters also have adult main characters. For example, A Song of Ice and Fire has a lot of teen main characters: Jon Snow, the Stark kids, Daenerys Targaryen, Joffrey Baratheon... but there are far more adult characters.

Books with teen protagonists and mostly teen main characters are almost always categorized as Young Adult, even if they don't focus specifically on teen-related issues and themes. Lord of the Flies by William Golding, for example, is categorized as YA even though it doesn't really focus on teen-specific themes and issues.

Why write teens if your characters aren't actually teens?

Again, it's one thing to write about a teen character who has an adult experience alongside adults, like Arya Stark's transition from trying to survive as an orphan to being the Hound's sidekick to becoming a Faceless Man...

But there's this bizarre trend in fiction where adults want to write about 16-year-olds who are hardened war criminals, highly-decorated space fleet generals, or jaded billionaire socialites, in worlds that are almost completely devoid of adults... and the question is, why?

Why write primarily about teenagers if you have no interest in exploring the issues and themes that go hand-in-hand with being a teenager? If the things that come with being a teenager aren't important to your characters, and all you're doing is putting teenagers in adult roles, why do they need to be teens at all? Especially when putting teens in adult roles means jumping through a lot of nonsensical hoops in terms of believable knowledge, skills, and experience.

Ages 18-25: The Forgotten Age Bracket

Outside of steamy "New Adult" romances, there's an absolute dearth of fiction (both literary and genre) focusing on main characters between the ages of 18 and 25. If you want to write a Firefly-esque space opera with a younger main cast, wouldn't it make much more sense if they were between the ages of 18 and 25 than if they're all 16 and 17-year-olds? And then, it's not weird if you don't touch on issues that go hand-in-hand with being a teenager, but also you can if you want to. And at the same time, it's not completely unbelievable that your 23-year-old captain fought in a war when she was 19, hocked her Medal of Valor and placed the money on a bet in an off-world casino, and used her winnings to buy an old clunker of a ship which she's spent the last few years fixing up.

But stories like that are hard to find. She's either going to be aged down to 17 for YA (which means she was 13 in the war...) or she'll be aged up into her later 20s or 30s for a typical adult genre book. But I'm here to tell you: people want to read stories about younger adult main characters who aren't teens. People are writing them, but more people need to start.

I hope this helps you come to a decision on your story. :)

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[veirsewrites]

Hey, how are you? I was going thru an Eddie phase, reading their prompts. I noticed that the mc is kinda playful and takes initiatives. So, I was wondering how would the dynamic be between Eddie and serious+genuine mc. I hope this doesn't come off as rude or anything. Thank you so much 💖.

Hey! I’m good, how are you :)

You're right, I always default to that. I guess bc the MC has a sort of “semi” customizable personality. Also, not rude at all! I’m happy to entertain these kinds of questions, especially since it wouldn’t really be explored in story due to the MCs semi set personality.

But to answer your question, see below:

I’d imagine their interactions to be very professional. Like a sort of “mutual respect” kind of relationship. Everything would progress slower, in terms of friendship and romance. Only because Eddie isn’t someone to be playful without being instigated into it, if that makes sense. Like you know how in fantasy, there’s two warriors that have each other’s back and it’s more of an unspoken bond? That’s what I think that friendship would be like and evolve into.

And in terms of romance, the MC would have to take initiative. Eddie just categorically doesn’t think of the MC romantically and if they’re not “playful” or “pushy” enough to blur the professional boundary, they’ll only ever see the MC as a coworker. That’s just their personality.

I’ll use this to add, even though MC’s personality is set to lean towards playful and teasing, whether or not you’re subtle/bold with your flirtations will change how the romance progresses and what it looks like. It won't just affect whether or not you 'smirk' or 'get flustered'.

Hope that answers it!

#ch: eddie #wtb ask

[diavolosthots]

Hello, I have a request. How would the brothers react to an Mc that has feelings for them but doesn't want them to notice, yet she is so painfully obvious with her feeling that they already now about it.

***REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN THIS IS FROM LAST TIME***

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC trying to have a secret crush on them but being painfully obvious. 

Lucifer: 

It’s so painfully obvious that he can’t help but play along and make it even worse. You’re already a blushing and stuttering mess when you stand in front of him for any reason, imagine the sight he gets to see when he invites you to his room to ‘discuss important matters’. Homie doesn’t hold back at all. He’s actively flirting, soft touches that could be written off as accidents by you but he knows they’re not. He’ll be close, closer than any normal person should be in your opinion, making you even more nervous. Will he make you confess? Hint at the fact that he may return those feelings? Tune in for next week’s episode to find out more. 

Mammon:

Okay so here’s the issue: even if you’re painfully obvious, it can and will (at least for a while) blow over his head. He just thinks that it’s natural for you to want to hang out with him because why wouldn’t you? He IS the Great Mammon after all. You might as well wear a t-shirt with ‘I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU’ on it and he’d be like “What’s that supposed to mean MC?” But after a serious talk (more like slap upside the head) from Satan, he’s going to be so smug about it. Wraps his arm around you, probably starts hugging you (although he is blushing too while doing that), and overall just a massive tease.

Leviathan:

PFFFTT He doesn’t care how obvious it is, he will be in DENIAL. Years of body insecurity and mental negativity tell him that you’re just messing around, playing a stupid game. How would he know that you’re actually sincere about this? He can’t! At some point his brothers probably played a prank on him where they paid someone to pretend that they like him and it’s been ruined for him ever since. He needs time with this one… although he does think it’s so adorable how obvious you are… He’d probably be the same way.

Satan:

Hahahahaharunhahahaplzrunhahaha.  Oh he’s almost as bad as Lucifer, but he’s also soooo painfully obvious himself. He’s blushing, too, best believe it, but none of that keeps him from scooting a bit closer, or inviting you on outings that are just you and him for some ~privacy~. Nothing is keeping him from citing his favorite poems or lines to you because they remind him of you… nothing is keeping him from planning a romantic dinner, either. Honestly he’s going to take action if he returns those feelings because he knows you won’t lol

Asmodeus:

Of course he knows! Although for the longest time he just categorizes you with the rest aka ‘everyone has a crush on me!’ group, until he realizes how serious it is with you. I mean, you’re absolutely smitten with the guy! And seriously, how could you not be? He’s super understanding and fun to be around. Honestly, he won’t change much, except that more of his attention will now be on you and he’ll definitely spend more time with you in hopes that something happens, although he won’t necessarily push it. 

Beelzebub:

He’s kind of there with Mammon in the sense that it takes him a while to notice. He probably thinks you’re just like the ~bestest~ of friends for the longest time until he realizes that most best friends don’t hold hands… or kiss each other’s cheeks all the time… or chase each other, literally, while laughing… or blush/get nervous when they’re around each other…. Aaaannddd there it is! The realization that you have feelings for him and he… actually returns them. Honestly now that he had that emotional light bulb go off, he’ll probably want you to be his sooner than later, no matter how much you try to deny it. 

Belphegor:

Although not as mean as some of his brothers, he’s also aware of this. But honestly? He loves watching you suffer and try to hide your feelings more than actually showing he feels the same lol. Will not change much at all, except all of a sudden you find him in your bed a lot more often, or he may even kidnap you to the attic to ‘watch the stars’ but it’s really just an excuse to lay his head on your shoulder. He shows he returns it by being around you, all while getting a kick out of your thumb twiddling, stuttering, tense-body having mess lol  

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