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18+ A Glimpse Into The Most Intense Sexual Encounter Of Your Lifetime😈💦🍆🍑

It's been months & I had to step away from Tumblr to focus on business! I'm sorry to those who took the poll and didn't get the readings! Here is a steamy pick a card to make up for it. Hopefully I can contribute more pick a pile's to this side of Tumblr more consistently now!

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 Pile #1

Your Song: Love Is Stronger Than Pride - Sade

Prime Lyric: “I can’t hate you, though I have tried.”

It's a shame this is happening here. 

The cold of the marble countertop against your exposed skin sends quivers up your spine and frissons of blessed goosebumps across the curve of your rear. A warm but equally gentle and rough hand cups your derriere while twin digits grip your jawline. Timeless lips suckle at your needy neck as you draw in unsteady breaths, grasping at the walls to support the arch of your back. Thick, honeyed lust pools lower and lower with the current of your strong but fluttering heart, drawing your thighs together like aching soft magnets. Just a few minutes ago, there was gnashing of teeth and an attempted divergence witnessed by the Gods as a spectacled exchange of bitter thoughts raised like christened knives against your throats. 

It was the supposed last stand. The conclusion of your story, where you're completely, utterly, officially separated.

But as you both faced off on your war-torn battlefront for the last time, you were ambushed. Your armageddon was due to rear its ugly head and place the four horsemen of pride, betrayal, uncertainty, and, sadly enough, money issues on all sides of your connection. But surprisingly, those demons watched from up high. For the Devil always has a trick up its sleeve. This isn't the first time you've launched into battle and escaped bloodied. But it is the first time the warzone has turned sanctuary- nestling you, cuts, bruises, and all to its tempting bosom. 

What better way to fight than to fuck?

Now, your limbs are entangled while you paw at each other, vulnerable and mutilated by past sins in the bathroom of a mutual acquaintance. Hands you caressed and caressed a million lives over now grab you with need. A need for understanding. Atonement. Rehabilitation. A need to strip you even more bare than their painful words could leave you because it's you. It's always been you. You're the one that chips at their inescapable pride. 

You do this to them- challenge them to be better and tear them down to be much worse when they've failed you.

Heady kisses trace down your neck to your collarbone, all the way down, planting seeds of love; another could never hope to see bear tempering fruit like they could, down to where the heat of all you could ever want and need rests eagerly within the cage of your thighs. "

“Open your legs.”, They look up to you and whisper; their voice tickling you with vibratory lust. 

As you part, you feel teasing nips and pecks mark your sensitive skin with seductive swirling licks to echo, shifting deeper to the core of your desire until a pleasant moan escapes you.

You're not sure if you'll leave your tryst hand in hand or even on the same accord, but you at least know one thing. You both can rip profound emotions out of the other- deep from the marrow. Day or night. Spring or fall. You won't worry if that's a good or bad thing for now because as they beckon your climax to greet them at the edge of their greatest weapon against you, the past pain loses its power. 

Every precise movement of their tongue is like perfect jolts of electricity through your body. Fuck they know you so fucking well. 

Their soft lips and hums of pleasure in pleasuring you are where the true power lies. The sensual dance of their fingers strokes at your sweet spot, but the sudden rustle of the door knob snaps you back to reality. Shit! You shouldn't be doing this here. Before you allow sense to overshadow the moment,the heat builds as your moans grow more intense. You're grateful for the ruckus on the other side of the wall. You sense them smirk beneath you and lock eyes with an individual who is determined to pluck at the strings of your desire until they're taught, and muffled screams rain down on them in a frenzied zenith. Passerby be damned. Once they've drunk enough of you, you'll be ready to return the favor with equal vigor. 

This moment is a storm. Just like your love. A great and terrible storm. Strong enough to tear through villages of memories built on the foundations of a long connection. And just like you have weathered many before as enemies and lovers, these moments provide enough energy to brace yourselves for inclement weather. 

The soul beneath you loves you harder as you writhe, faster, stronger until your beautiful climax hits you like a truck. 

It's such a fucking shame this is happening here. 

You see red. Are you back on the battlefield?

The Devil rises slowly to lay a peck at your ear and whispers, "There's a thin line between love and hate."

Notes: 

This person is may come off as moody or too passionate for others. You have been together for a while at the time of this experience.

At the time of your encounter they are struggling with money.

You are separated, but attempt to find common ground at a social event

This may be the direct doing of a friend. 

I don’t subscribe to the concept of twin flames personally, but this person may truly be your twin flame.

Your relationship with them at the time may be so deep that any little act that may harm the other can blow up to extremes because the feelings run too deep. There’s so much passion!

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Pile #2

Your Song: Hours - FKA Twigs

Prime Lyric “ Who’d have thought, I’d be in your mouth, loud and clear?

I once read that the best love stories are the ones that start with two people who can't stand each other.

 At the time, I thought it a stretch of fictitious delusion. Understand me, Rosaline. I've had my fair share of entertainment from the comedic tropes I've watched on my various screens and read in books, but that's because the hands that pressed pen to paper or finger to keyboard behind the scenes knew how to write a good story. 

There is power in prose. 

We can all agree that the prodigal hate fuck always satisfies an audience. But that's not real to me. 

How you eclipse the moonlight of the bedroom window to stand naked before me as the birth of Aphrodite itself is real to me. It's more vivid than any lucid dream or waking hallucination I could conjure in my insanity for you. How you languidly stalk towards the edge of the bed and make prey of me as your supple breasts softly and teasingly bounce is real to me. 

I've never known anyone to be so graceful as they lower themselves to their knees. 

The throbbing ache of anticipation you draw out of me as your hands open the gate of my thighs, and your beautiful face rests at the threshold of me is real to me. That first gasp-inducing sweet lick followed by the sacred scent of your hair penetrating my nostrils is intoxicating. And, the taste of me on your lips as you pause to greet me before you take me to church is so enchantingly real.

Why? Because the most striking and tangible things of this world aren't isolated to what we can experience with the five senses. It's the things that shake us, move us, change us, and stir something profound within us that is true. We don't even have to understand the why at first. 

And oh, how you stir the most primal and obsessive urges within me. 

I raise a quivering hand to caress your crown as you lick, nip, and tease my most erogenous areas, but you smack my hand away in a warning. Your eyes pierce mine, and you remind me that you are untouchable. 

You remain as unattainable as the day I met you. 

In the beginning, that side of you was cruel. You were so severe. So chaste. A person who seemed to constantly move the goalpost as I chased and chased. Our story was an epic on the destructive nature of gravity. I wanted to be your orange moon as your sunlight cast down upon me, but your pull always threatened to consume and scorch me if I dared to neighbor you. Your glares were like ice, and your mouth spat fire at anything that had something to do with me. It must have been something that I said. But I was no child, and neither were you. We cut the bullshit and found the necessary 60 seconds to get clarity. 

Now, we're very clear on one another. Our vision is 20/20, and God, if you aren't magnificent. The noises you make as your tongue continues its assault on me are provocative, eliciting moans from the bottom of my throat while my eyes roll back and my hips writhe beneath you. Vibrations emanate from your lips as you moan in response to how you undo me, slurping and licking at me deeper and faster to build on your high. Your hands grip me tighter, locking onto the soft of my thighs, not because you need to hold me down but because you want to anchor yourself. The sensual masochist in you knows how badly you want to slowly snake your hand down to feel the wet heat of your trembling cunt- but she won't let you. 

It's the idea that someone like me would beg for the opportunity to just lay beneath and watch you as you gave yourself the depraved release you will forever deserve that drives your lust. In these moments, I'm the one lucky fool under your spell who gets to have a taste of you, but only under your rules. 

That is why tonight is extra special because I agreed to let you do everything that you wanted to do to and or on me, and to be honest, your fantasies are not as wild as you think.

As my climax overtakes me, I gaze back down at you and admire your work. 

You may see me as a fool, but I am a victor. 

The same person that insulted me, frowned at me and rejected me is the same person that now in a delicious turn of events

has my cock down their throat. 

Notes: 

This person is someone that may have chased you or made you chase them

You both misunderstood each other and miscommunicated frequently, for some to the point that you couldn’t stand each other. 

Rosaline is the original apple of Romeo’s eye. She made a vow that prevented her from marrying so she is seen as unattainable and the cause of Romeo’s strife before he lays eyes on Juliet.

For some this night of pleasure is after you have a moment of realization and see that you both actually vibe really well.

You may choose to secretly scurry off to get to know each other better, or end up having this night of passion after you deepen your commitment or get married. 

You or this person could be in a situation where one has already promised themselves to someone else, but you both have a last minute moment of truth and choose to secretly give in to your desires without getting caught.

This is a slightly kinky pile

On this night you may be exploring water sports. I see a woman squirting over their partner or their partner asking to watch them squirt or pee into a glass 

I see nipple play

Similar to pile one, there is an edge of not being seen or organizing a secret rendezvous. 

I feel like it’s the more feminine person with the Rosaline energy, they may come off as bitchy or have severe resting bitch face, but the surprise is that they are the more kinky person.

They love your breasts, but get lustful when they see your opening.

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Your Song: Seventh - BOSCO

Prime Lyric: “Giving you permission as I'm breathing, Finger on the trigger, now we reset, Here to hide, Will we die? No.”

It's such a beautiful day. Your limbs are tangled in mine as we rest peacefully under the shade of a lone tree before the chapel courtyard. Your beautiful head against my chest gently anchors me to the grass as you listen to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I gaze into the blue sky, contemplating the recipe of cool teals, turquoise, and sapphires God chose to bundle the earth. Sometimes, I wonder why God still allows us to roam this beautiful garden of Eden we call our planet. Maybe it knows that after falling so painfully hard, there really is nowhere to go but up. Or, at least in my case, look up. 

 It's so quiet that you can hear the trickle of a nearby stream. As I look around, everything seems so vivid. Each blade of grass and round tree leaf is a more lively green and rustles so clearly against the gentle currents of air caressing our cheeks- that my spirit can't help but reach toward the surface of an all-encompassing consciousness. The sky, the leaves, the air, and the stream are alive- as alive as I am right here with you. I can see it now. Is this what it's like to be high? 

How could I not be after what we just did? Even though the ceremony was intimate, I was nervous that one of our friends or family found it and somehow turned up at the last moment. 

You shift your hand to draw feathered circles on my chest and snap me out of my musings. You look up at me with a mischievously giddy smile and trace me lower and lower until you reach the hem of my pants, pulling teasingly at the elasticity. I arch my brow in surprise, looking for signs of the clergy. It would be a disaster if one were to stumble across us on their holy walk to find you performing the most unholy of acts. My eyes scan the clearing. I gather myself on my forearms and take a peek back. You're also looking around, but those naughty eyes flash with an undercurrent of different intentions. I would have missed it if I hadn't known you so well. 

You want to get caught. 

My quick scan tells me that we're alone. But you're already gripping me, slender fingers wrapped tightly around velvet steel, ready to receive your touch. You stroke me firmly and languidly as the clouds pass by overhead, and my eager tip moistens with salty essence. I won't let you pull too many moans out of me. We don't know who may be listening despite another quick look around. It feels like I'm floating in a blessed eternity as you touch me until the chapel bell rings unexpectedly. We rush to compose ourselves- one more than the other. You giggle as I try to thrust myself back under my pants and hide my shame before we embarrassingly cross paths with someone on our walk back to the car. I don't return the sentiment.

It was a bad idea anyway. If the Universe is alive and God is real, that must have been a warning. A sort of "Congratulations, but do it in private." 

I know when to listen to divine intervention. I won't allow us to suffer judgment because of your lack of self-control. So I will become a mascareri and punish you myself. 

I want you to think you crossed a line during the car ride back. That our perfect day may not be so perfect after all. You got too impulsive- too excited. So you start entertaining regrets. It's a little cruel, but you'll forgive me later. 

A few hours post your voyeuristic episode, we're diving into champagne and wine bottles. You begged me to pop one open in the spirit of celebration, but we both knew you wanted to flood the nerves in your body with libations. But your consumption of liquor is a double-edged sword. 

Three, four, five glasses down and you're swimming. Your cheeks are a luscious plump shade of rose, your skin is warm to the touch, and your feet are too light or maybe too heavy because you stumble across the floor and fall into my arms. I open a window to let the night cool you down. I'm still nursing my first glass, so I trust myself to securely hoist my bride into my arms and lay her tenderly onto the mattress. Your arms lock behind my neck, and I meet the longing in your big, beautiful eyes. You search me for emotion. Anything that would reveal the current truth of my inner world, but I keep my mask on. 

You wanted to give the Universe a show today. So let's give it one. 

I'll tear the clothing off your body so roughly that cool night air will douse your heated skin with prickles of goosebumps. You won't have time to gasp at my movements because I'll already capture your beautiful mouth with my own- my strong body pressing yours into the mattress of our lover's nest. You will squirm in need, but that won't be enough for me. I need you to whimper, to whine, and mold your begging hips so close to mine as I caress slowly, achingly, down toward heaven. I'll cup my hand at the pearly gate and watch your troubled face as you wait what feels like a millennia until you crack from desperation to feel more of me. 

But there is a warning in my eyes you have never seen before. Something that tells you that this is different. It grips you into submission, a sense of fear and excitement battling within. You've never experienced me treat you like anything other than an angel. Until now, I would never have allowed you to fall. But now I truly have you.

 ALL OF YOU. 

Tonight, you will discover that when angels fall, the devil is there to catch them.  

After our week of heavenly sin in our temporary Garden of Eden, we can deal with the backlash that awaits us. 

Notes:

-This is the person you will marry or at least form a deep commitment with.

-At the time of the sexual encounter, you are trying to eagerly move the commitment forward formally, but you're seeking help to try and make it happen.

-Like looking for an officiant or going through pre-marriage counseling.

-However, you are feeling a little confused and lost or at least frustrated at the situation because things are proving to require more work.

-This may be because other parties are trying to but in with their opinion.

-You feel like you are meant to be with this person. Or you could have already done the deed, and need to break it to your friends and family. 

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[green-sky-smoke]

Reader asks Husk about his ideal date. (~1300 words)

"My ideal date, huh? The one where i win all your money in poker." He laughs, and smiles at you firmly, his eyes pierce at you warmly, like he was looking at nostalgic show, on old, thick tv screen, in worst quality possible. "Bring me cards, hun, i shall do a little," he waves palms happily, "magic! Watch future, how good your chances are." He laughs purringly. Then his smile and cheerful look dissolves. He's never like this for long. "But if you don't plan it... Honestly, i'm not really used to dates. I'm not interested in flowers and fancy dinners, i saw enough of them. I am a man of simple pleasures. I have booze here, why don't just stay where we are?" he tilts his head a little, with catlike grace and elegance, expecting you to nod. And then you both hear something heavy, loudly falling on the floor, and a lot of swears and arguing. His ears press on his head from the sudden noise.

"Well. That's why. We may go somewhere." He sights, annoyed. Husk is frowning, looking in almost empty bottle, like lines of light and reflections on emerald glass will say something his drunk brain stubbornly refuses. He tries very hard to think it out, but he got solid brain fog.

"How about... Well..." he is really lost in his own thoughts. You can almost see how his neurons try to reach one another, but fail miserably, and pain gently swipes them away. "How about... About..."

No. Date isn't a game, it's when you entertained enough being with someone. Not a game. You did games everyday, Husk, what make date unique if it just another playful robbery? Date is not another gambling game, loss of big money and property. Especially not of someone who you like. Maybe you can both play and share loss, or win, playing together and not against each other... But against anyone else? Hm. Would be nice to offer it later, if he won't forget.

He hasn't had any sugarcoated romantic fantasies in a long time, and his brain rejected him creating some now, when he got someone interesting enough. The most interesting thing was just looking at your confused, annoyed face, and just any negative emotion. He felt better sometimes, seeing unhappy faces, when he is himself aren't happy at all about where it all ended for him. Husk hunched over the table, puzzled. Looks like he completely zoned out.

Most of all, he enjoys spending time together, calmly, not in a fight. Table games where he can bluff and laugh at someone's bad strategies and skill, or hand motorics. Magic tricks and spectacular shows. Gently massages and some cuddling. Sleeping and resting, doing nothing. He doesn't like very pricy places, or sports. He isn't most complex person, so it's quite a mystery for him why you would have interest in alcoholic with ludomania who likes to mock you lovingly, or insult. It's kinda easy when he presented with people insecurities every day, every year, when they can't shut up about it, and any anecdotes happening. He could write dissertation about it.

"Cheap, and funny." He chuckled, as your face becomes a little disappointed. "What? Not the answer you wanted?" He smiled, a bit smug. He enjoys your confusion, and how you try to think of questions to to clarify exactly what he wants, when you know that he won't reply long, he mostly gives you very vague answers that tells nothing at most.

"Let me tell you a thing, boo... Planning perfect dates is the most useless thing to do. Life is always unpredictable, chaotic, troubled and hard in hell. Situations always change, your mood, your tastes, you never the same person as day, or hour ago. You never know. If you hunt perfection, perfect place, perfect person, perfect reaction, day and time, you will end up miserable. And... You can try small things and be happy with surprises from this chaotic universe we live in, being constantly amazed how bad you are at fortune-telling!" He spreads his arms with enthusiasm, and then puts them down, waving one. He takes an indifferent sip of alcohol. "Or whatever. I don't care." He for a moment forgets what he wanted to add. Seems like he forgets that you're here too, too entertained with looking at same bottles, as if he was in an elite art gallery. His head migraine felt as if brain is expanding like the universe, right in his skull, and it is about to crack, while he won't be able to say anything intelligible or catch a coherent thought. He needs time to frown. You just look at him, wanting to stroke him. He looks so soft and fluffy, but you can't tell a moment you can do it.

"There isn't such a thing i would call a 'perfect date'. But there is 'it wasn't so bad as i expected'." he says before another long pause. He is clearly thinking hard, trying to scratch words off the walls of the skull, that hit him with an electric shock for any touch. His body was sometimes a real prison, making him worse person, who can really, really never leave for long.

"There may be all things i can enjoy to a point of addiction, but i would just act as grumpy ass until you take me there, waving booze, fists, threats, and i would know how enjoyable this is only after." He smiles and cackles, a bit annoyed and a bit self-ironic. He knows his brain and mood tricks pretty well, but believes he don't really need or can change a thing. He hates it, but he wouldn't wish to be anyone else. "It all seem too boring, overrated, overpriced and annoying to me when i think about it. I can find all reasons to not go anywhere and not move at all. Im in the point of life where it's really hard to find joy and eagerly seek things. You know?" He shrugs. "Go on, i don't mind, if you can bear with me constantly rejecting anything im not used to, and being grumpy old growler. It may at some point end as perfect date i would be sad to forget." He looks at you, like he doesn't really believe it, but willing to let you try. It doesn't matter to him, he will suffer each way in same amount, you wouldn't make it much worse than Alastor. " ...Or not. Who the hell knows. Maybe you will have patience to make some use of such boring, forever grudging and mean demon. Im not the best choice, and it will only make you pathetic to try make impossible work." You smile, finally out of confusion. He just invited you to annoy him, how sweet. You bend over to him and hold out your hand. He doesn't understand your gesture, so he just hand you some heavy bottle of some sweet, sparkling tonic for cocktails. You move the bottle to the table, and you put your hand on his. It suprised him, but he smiled at this micro-miscommunication, and places other hand over your. Old cats are playful too. And no cat will reject some good, pricy food and quiet place to see all things, not just hear behind the bar table. "Well, you are the strongest creative source of new things in my life for now." He smiles faintly. Maybe he was completely sarcastic. "So, take care of yourself. I can't appreciate you most times, but it would be loss for all hell. And i think you didn't drink in a while, so you need some liquid more than hold my hand, dumdum." He gets his hand out of your warm touch, and moves the bottle almost in your face. "Or shall I shake it for you?" He laughs. Husk believes you totally can use some foam of wrath in your face too.

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[plantsjustwannahavefun]

I keep seeing so many people here getting angry that this season is "vilifying Ed", and it's depressingly fascinating to see how others can watch the same show and somehow see something completely different. Is it simply the lack of media literacy? Is it the inability to appreciate and enjoy complex, nuanced, morally grey characters without willfully blocking out anything even slightly unpalatable about them to the point where the character they think they love isn't really that character anymore?

Because, uh... Season 1 already "vilified" Ed plenty. Except "vilify" is the wrong word, of course. It wasn't in any way malicious or mean-spirited, quite the contrary, it was often played as comedic (until the end of episode 10 when it was anything but) - Ed was always meant to be a sympathetic character, he's a protagonist after all, and the show's portrayal of him is very compassionate. It merely refused to sugarcoat or shy away from his darker side. He's literally history's most famous pirate, you don't become one by being nice and treating everyone gently. He ambushed and strangled his own father to death when he was like 9 years old (100% deserved and justifiable ofc, but it still bears saying it out loud like this just to comprehend how unhinged this actually was). He loves torturing and maiming people for fun, and sometimes even animals (that scene with forcing a turtle to fight a crab). He didn't give a fuck about his crew members dying to satisfy his whim to meet Stede. He entirely failed in his role as a captain in ep 4. He effectively played a double agent with Izzy and Stede for a while before changing his mind. He attempted to murder Lucius. And while you could try to argue his punishment of Izzy was at least to some degree deserved, not only cutting Izzy's toe off but forcing him to eat went beyond punishment, it was sadistic torture.

So, yeah, please just read all that and take it in. And then remember once again that Ed is also a traumatised, lonely, depressed, sensitive, creative, curious, deeply passionate person yearning for true love and for something different in life... just like Stede. He loves music and can play the piano. He wrote a very vulnerable song and sand his heart out. He likes his tea with seven sugars. He enjoys fashion and dressing up. He has such a limitless sense of wonder for the world. He went on a trek with Stede just to make him happy, even though he hated nature and was in a shit mood that day. He wants to host a talent show. He wants to become free. He's clever and funny and fascinating. I love Ed.

Yes, it's possible to reconcile those two sides of him and accept both sides as the "real" Ed. You have to reconcile the two sides if you want to enjoy him as a character, because if you don't, you're going to either detest him to the core (which would make enjoying the show practically impossible since he's sort of a main character...), or you'll only be able to enjoy a diminished, crippled, cardboard cutout version of his character, which would be such a pity and a massive disservice to the creators of this show who worked hard to create interesting, multidimensional characters.

Not to mention you'd be missing one of the core messages of the show - the idea that people still deserve love and can be loved even if they're imperfect, or not necessarily good people. Because love is a human condition. It's not a sole dominion of "good" people. "Bad" people can fall in love too - even if, just like them, that love isn't exactly "nice" or "pure", and neither are the relationships that stem from it. They can be messy and exasperating. But "bad" people can also grow and change because of it. That's what OFMD is ultimately about - growth and change, learning to accept yourself but also become better. That can't happen if the character is already 100% perfect the way they are.Ed is far from that. So is Izzy. They can both become better, and they both still deserve compassion and understanding, because that's the environment people need to become better.

So, if you're mad that at the start of S2 the crew are sympathetic to Izzy's suffering and want to help him instead of kicking him when he's down, and what Ed did to him is being acknowledged as cruel and wrong... congratulations, you have completely missed what OFMD is all about.

#normally I hate fandom drama and hate getting involved but I've seen too many of those posts #so unfortunately it needs saying #and tbh there seem to be a few Izzy fans out there who are unreasonably hateful and unsympathetic towards Ed too #so they need to hear this as well #izzy hands #blackbeard #ofmd ed teach #ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means death s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers

[loving-mista]

Tokyo revengers relationship headcannons

An: these are all my personal fav characters, but if you want any specific characters I'm all ears just ask or message me!

Kisaki

This man practically worships you, everything you do is beautiful to him. He adores you and would do absolutely anything for you.

No matter how drastic it is, if you told him to do something he'd do it no question, even if it is against what he considers moral it doesn't matter to him

He's an addict for you, your love, and your touch. He loves it all

He never forgets to tell you how much he loves you, from random kisses to full-on letters from him

He has his own vision of a perfect future, and it's with you; your kindness, your beautiful face, and personality have all the aspects he wants in his future. And he can't imagine It without you

Kisaki is completely head over heels and lovesick for you.

Mitsuya

Mitsuya remembers every little thing about you, if you mention you like something to him once he buys it every time he sees it

he also quickly notices subtle changes you make; new perfume, a hair trim, or even a different lip gloss. he realizes it all

he absolutely adores you, there is no doubt about it he tells everyone about you and he's so happy while doing so

he went to Emma for advice on how to ask you out, he was way too shy and nervous

if you patch him up after a fight, he might fall in love again.

he also loves to draw you and he gives these drawings to you with your favorite flower and a short poem or love letter.

most of his art or fashion designs are based on you

you both have a notebook where you both write or draw for each other too

Hanma

Hanma is hopelessly devoted to you, he may be strict and pretty possessive but he also has undying love and loyalty for you

he will do anything and everything in his power to keep you by his side and happy

he isn't all that good at communicating but if you want to speak to him about something you don't like in the relationship, hed listen don't expect him to say anything. once you are done he will just leave, however, you do notice that he did change whatever it was you didn't like as soon as he could.

to him, actions speak louder than words

despite him being so different from you he finds a way to make this relationship works.

he's so proud and supportive of you as well, anything you do he absolutely adores it

if you are an artist he will display your art in his office making it practically a little art show

kazutora

kazutora spent most of his childhood in a cell, so the chances that you are his first girlfriend are very high.

he loves you he really does, but he doesn't know how to show it

he tries he really does, he absolutely adores you but he doesn't know how to say or put it into words

if you are patient with him and talk to him, he is so grateful that you do, he'd ask if he's doing anything wrong and change it

however, if you don't, you will quickly realize that he has other priorities before you

he asks takemichy or hina for advice, (hina was more helpful)

with the advice he got he slowly but surely became a better boyfriend

he thanks you for being so patient and kind to him. its that quality that made him fall in love with you in the first place

chifuyu

the kinda boyfriend who wants to match with literally everything

he is so head over heels for you it is actually quite adorable

he never fails to make you feel loved and appreciated

if you are around he probably follows you around like a lost puppy, he loves your attention

if he hasn't seen you in days when he does expect a nearly bone-crushing hug followed by rambles of how much he misses you

if you both began dating in his teen years, he probably confessed to you using a romance manga he would highlight every I love you or confession in the volume and wrote you a confession at the end of it

despite all this he is still very protective of you and will do anything even if it meant him losing his own life for your safety

#tokyo revengers x gn!reader #tokyo rev x reader #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu scenarios #tr kisaki #kisaki x you #mitsuya x reader #tokrev mitsuya #tr hanma #tokyo revengers hanma #hanma x reader #kazutora scenarios #kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya #tokyo rev x y/n

[nevermore-baby]

I've seen many versions and variations of mean!steddie, but let me give my five cents. Obviously, it depends. I personally wouldn't be able to live when my one partner is constantly mean to me. BUT here me out. nsfw under the cut, mdni

Imagine your daily life. Steve is obviously such a daddy. He makes sure you eat and sleep and are happy. Eddie, on the other hand, likes to tease you. He’ll take things from right under your nose, hiding them on the top shelves, where you can’t reach. He’d take away your stuffies. He’d tease you over the stupidest things. You call him a "meanie" approximately 3 times per day, complaining to Steve at least once. And Eddie, unlike you, isn't Steve's princess, so he faces the consequences of his teasing in his own time (we won't go into that now). 

But everything changes in the bedroom. Steve - well, you might be his princess, but he knows you’re tough, he knows you can handle him, so after a long tiring week he knows he doesn’t have to hold back. Eddie, he’s so whipped for you, he honestly can’t tell you no when you’re laying there all pretty and naked with your perfect tits out for him.

So you’d lay there on your stomach, face red and puffy, Eddie lying to the side of you, while Steve is pounding you from behind, smacking your ass from time to time, your squeals muffled by the pillow. He kept you on edge for what felt like hours, first having Eddie eat you out, having to literally drag him off by his hair so he wouldn’t make you cum, then fingering you slowly, saying how “you needed to be prepared for daddy’s big cock”, and finally plunging in, setting a relentless pace right away. He’d push your legs together, your pussy getting tighter and his cock reaching deeper within you, so you could feel it bulging in your stomach. Steve knew how to hit the spot perfectly, and he’d do that every time without fail, leaving you there whining and crying, Eddie wiping your tears off with his thumb, other hand coming to your matted hair, moving it out of the way.

“No, no, no…I can't anymore, please Steve, I need to come", you’d whine, forgetting that it’s not Eddie, and you can’t just ask whatever you want and get it. You realised your mistake, receiving a harsh smack on your ass.

"Doesn't seem like that to me. Try asking nicely and I'll consider it", Steve said, barely out of breath.

"Please, daddy, Stevie, please, let me come" you whined, sobbing loudly - you were teetering right on edge, any pressure on your clit would make you come.

"Oh look at you baby, being so nice, following daddy's orders", Steve said, voice full of fake pity. “The answer is still no.”

Realising Steve is a lost cause, you turn to Eddie. You knew it was hard for him to tell you no, you knew the effect you and Steve had on him.

“Eddie, baby”, you whispered, kissing him sloppily, "Can I come? Pl- please?" you looked up at him, giving him your best puppy eyes, pouting. Eddie's own brows furrowed. "Sorry, sweetheart, it's not up to me, it's up to daddy now"

“Pl- please, do something”, you mewled, seeing Eddie’s gaze switch nervously between you and Steve. Eventually, he’d get up on his knees, crawling closer to Steve, catching his chin in his fingers, kissing him deeply, causing Steve’s rhythm to falter - that gave you a bit of a break.

“Don’t you think she had enough, big boy?” Eddie batted his eyelashes at Steve, kissing him once more, Steve groaning in response, but moving away nonetheless.

“I see what you’re doing there. Both of you.”, he’d say, one hand moving to wrap around Eddie’s cock, jerking him off harshly. “Think daddy’s so dumb he wouldn’t notice your little whispering over there. Now, only I get to come”

So yeah. Steve is a complete menace in bed. He knows you both and your boundaries so well, he knows what you are capable of, so you’re in for a time of your life. He would, though, give the best aftercare afterwards, telling you how good you were for him, both of you, and bringing towels to clean you guys up, and cuddling in bed until you were out of the post-orgasm haze, and then you’d smother him with kisses, telling him how grateful you were, and all three of you would just lay there until you drift off asleep.

#stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things blurb #stranger things smut #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie smut #steddie x reader #steddie x fem!reader #steddie x y/n #steddie x you #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader smut #steve x reader x eddie #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #nvm baby writes

[onewholivesinloops]

shion's relationship with the houjou siblings will always be one of the most fascinating aspects of higurashi to me and it's just so heartbreaking in how tragic it is bc it's shion projecting her own anger and trauma onto their relationship, and she does that bc she sees herself in both of them - satoko, the one who always causes trouble and is treated as a burden for her behavior and is even told she deserves her abuse, and satoshi, the one who's constantly struggling to fix and improve things, even as it's wearing him down.

she also sees her dynamic with mion in them. shion talks at some point about how mion always comes crying to her when something goes wrong in her life (e.g. keiichi hurting her with his insensitivity and not giving her the doll) and she's the only person mion trusts enough to open up to like this, but there's also resentment there, bc when shion needed mion the most, mion wasn't there for her (shion going through torture and having her nails torn off by the sonozakis as punishment with mion just watching (we can see that mion really is powerless in the face of her family but anger and trauma aren't always rational and it's understandable that shion feels abandoned by her sister)).

satoko's dynamic with satoshi is reminiscent of this bc satoshi is always defending satoko from abuse as she hides behind him, so shion basically turns satoshi into everything she feels they can't be, everything she wishes her and mion were, and turns satoko into everything she loathes about herself and mion.

it's such a tragic dynamic bc shion is a victim of abuse who feels trapped in a horrible situation and sees no way out for herself after having had the person she considers a symbol of all of her hopes taken away from her which is why she pushes all the blame for that onto satoko due to the trauma warping her worldview.

shion has been simmering for a long time so when satoshi disappeared, her fragile mental state fell apart completely bc satoshi was the only hope she had left for herself and now she's lost it all. satoshi was living proof that, maybe, she can be okay one day and now that he's gone she has no reason to believe that anymore. it's like being told she can't have anything good for herself, and it's part of the reason she ends up lashing out at mion for taking away the 'mion' name from her. shion has only ever felt like things get stolen from her, which is why she rationalizes the trauma of being separated from her twin sister this way.

it's very complicated bc satoshi is the ideal of the older sibling shion wishes she could be, but he's also the older sibling who's always suffering for the younger one (which is what shion feels she is), and shion hates herself so she doesn't feel justified to act on her resentment unless it's for someone else's sake and satoshi being the ideal he is makes him the perfect object to project those feelings onto.

satoshi is also always putting on a strong front for satoko's sake so his pain goes under the radar, even though he's someone who needs help so badly. this is why shion, who feels as though her own pain isn't recognized by others around her, wants to be the one to see satoshi's pain.

satoshi and shion are both not 'seen', so shion tries to see satoshi with the hope that he'll see her in return.

shion always wanted to be seen, it's why she's so desperate for rena to realize that she's not mion at the end of meakashi and is disappointed when rena doesn't.

shion remembering satoshi's promise in minagoroshi and subsequent fragments isn't her protecting satoko purely for satoshi's sake, it's shion realizing that her and satoko are intertwined in their personal and emotional struggles, as young girls who want to be accepted and loved without the terrible restraints placed upon them by the adults and systems around them that have constantly failed and abused them, so shion takes it upon herself to provide satoko with what she's been robbed off her entire life, with the hope she can protect satoko a little bit from any further hurt and find some healing together.

it's shion breaking the cycle of abuse she perpetuated in meakashi bc she realizes that taking it out on satoko wouldn't solve anything and wouldn't be fair to satoko.

the bond between two girls who have been treated as unwanted and told they shouldn't have been born by the very people who should've protected them from the cruelty of the world is such a special kind of bond.

shion and satoko are so good. meakashi is also so good. look at them please.

#higurashi #gamo.txt

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - March 24 - Week 12

Happy Sunday, my friends! Check out this week’s five recs, and be sure to kudos and comment on the ones you enjoy! 

non functional requirements by lazywriter7

“Morning Tony.” Someone greets from close to the front row. Gwen, who’s waiting for her Macbook to complete its primeval, laborious booting up procedure, feels her shoulders sag even further down. God, not this shit again.

“Did your coffee machine explode again?”

“Implode, and no.” The lecturer – Tony – cracks a brief smile. The band t-shirt he’s got on is mostly just wrinkles, his hair flattened straight down the sides like it hasn’t been washed in a couple days. Really gives Gwen such an inspiring picture to look up to for her own prospective career in academia. “And just for that not-so-subtle commentary on my opening salvo today, I’m gonna teach this entire lecture using a metaphor.”

~

Gwen Stacy isn't having the greatest day, and that's before her System Designs Engineering professor starts explaining the material through the lens of his strained-sounding relationship. With his boyfriend in the audience.

arei’s thoughts: I really loved this. It’s outsider POV, and Steve is the ‘bad’ boyfriend in this, but they’re both trying--sometimes failing--to make things work. The way they lean into each other and learn from their mistakes is lovely. 

An Educational Experience (The Good Things Come To Those Who Wait Remix) by valdomarx 

Ults Tony has a nice day.

aka Tony talks Steve through sucking his cock.

arei’s thoughts: it’s no secret that I adore Ults and this one is so lovely, Steve is so grumpy and pining so damn bad if he’d get out of his own way, he could be SO HAPPY. And then it’s just hot. Check it out. 

take a long line by ShanaStoryteller

Steve knows that Tony Stark is going to be a problem from the first line in his file.

Designation: Alpha

arei’s thoughts: I love the a/b/o dynamics in this. The way that Steve kind of fumbled them on account of his coming from a different time, and the way Tony was so anxious to care for EVERYONE around him. The scene where he tries to feed Steve a sandwich is quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve read in months. 

Even the Score by Sineala 

After Tony risks his own life to save Steve from the deadly Bloodwash gas, he's in bad shape, and he needs immediate treatment. Thanks to the treatment, he doesn't quite remember what's going on, but he does remember that people have been trying to kill him and that he can't trust the government. Since the Secretary of Defense did try to murder both of them today, Steve can't exactly tell Tony he's wrong about either of those things -- but, unfortunately, Tony doesn't remember who Steve is. And, even more unfortunately, Steve taught Tony to fight.

arei’s thoughts: I love this fic. It’s a very simple plot and premise pulled from the comics but it’s just so well done, and I love seeing Tony competent and dangerous even without the suit. Sine’s characterization in this--on both Steve and Tony’s parts--is just so lovely and well done. 

pretty baited trap by Areiton

The first time Tony walks into the Trisk, he’s following Tiberius, his eyes downcast, a perfect five steps behind his Alpha. He’s wearing a suit, cut in traditional omega style, because he’s an asset, a part of the display of wealth and power as much as the car they arrived in and the expensive watch Ty is wearing, the deliberate slight of being late and the bottle of wine that hangs from three fingers, careless, like it’s not worth several thousand dollars.

It’s the same display Ty has put on a dozen and more times since they Bonded. The only thing that changes is the location, the Alpha that Ty is trying to impress.

Where Tony ends up. His role in the evening’s proceedings. Those are already determined. This is a business deal and he is the pretty baited trap.

arei’s thoughts: well, I wrote this one but. I’m adding it to the list because I kinda love it. It’s very soft, and a little dark, but the devotion that grows between Steve and Tony is…lovely. 

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

[why4anne]

Movie night

Pairing: Jack Hughes x Reader

Word count: 1.6K

Category: fluff

Summary: Your secret is revealed after you accidentally fall asleep on his couch.

Warnings: cuss words, make out session

Requested?: Yes/No

Note: Hi guys! This is my first hockey fic so I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Masterlist

You felt the girl behind you tap you lightly on your shoulder. Turning around you see her holding up a small piece of folded paper towards you. Quickly, before the teacher noticed, you took the note from her hand. Looking up once more to make sure that Mrs. Anderson wasn’t watching. When you saw that she had her back turned you opened the note.

My family isn't home tonight so we have the house to ourselves. Can you come over? Love you, Jack.

The letters were slightly crooked and the ink was smudged. You couldn’t help but smile as you recognized the messy handwriting. Turning around you were met with the baby blue eyes that belonged to your boyfriend. He smiled back at you with his million dollar smile and you felt your heart skip a beat at the sight. The happiness in his eyes was hard to miss. In the six months you had been dating you were yet to have a night completely to yourselves as a couple. In fact you guys were yet to even hang out in each other’s houses without sneaking around or pretending to just be best friends. You actually don’t know why you guys decided to keep it a secret. It wasn’t because of an exterior factor it was more because you didn’t want to ruin the perfect little bubble of love you guys had created.

Before you became a couple after a movie night gone wrong (or right?) You guys had been best friends since childhood. However that wasn’t the case anymore. Even if you know it might seem silly for a seventeen year old to say that she had found the love of her life, that was what you truly think you had found. As you got lost in his eyes there was no other way to describe it.

Nodding your head lightly in confirmation before you turn around to focus on the lesson. But not before you noticed the smile on his face growing bigger as you did. You felt your face going red as a faint blush spread over your cheeks. Even though you’ve known this boy since kindergarten he never failed to make you giddy.

The class couldn’t be over soon enough and the moment the bell rang you felt a hand quickly grabbing yours. You barely had the time to grab your backpack before Jack started whisking you away towards your cars. The moment you were free from prying eyes his lips met yours in a time stopping kiss.

“So, you got my note?” He asked after pulling away. His face was still close to yours and you could feel his breath meeting yours.

“Yes” You answered as you backed away just a little bit to look at his face. His hair was in its signature style, slightly messy but in a way that was intentional. His blue eyes shone with happiness and the smile on his lips accounted for that.

“Well, what do you say?” He asked as his hand found yours.

“I say that a pizza and a movie sounds great.” The feeling of his fingers playing with yours made a warmth spread throughout your entire body.

“As long as I get to cuddle you I’m fine with whatever.” He slowly let go of your hand and kissed you once more. His hands rested on the small of your back as he pulled you closer while your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. “I have to go to practice now, baby. Can you drive to mine by yourself, mom is home.”

“Yeah, see you there. I love you.” You answered him while you let go of his light brown hair.

“I love you too.” He quickly kissed your cheek before he hopped into his car. You did the same and you both drove away.

After driving for a couple of minutes you saw the familiar house where you spent most of your afternoons. Without knocking, you opened the front door and were met with the smell of home baked goods. You made your way into the kitchen and saw Ellen sit in one of the chairs, working on her computer.

“Y/n, how was school?” Ellen asked as she looked up from the screen.

“It was good. We had a history test but other than that it was a chill day.” You grabbed a cookie from the plate on the kitchen counter.

“Well that’s good to hear. Did Jack tell you that me and Jim are going out to dinner tonight?” She asked.

“Yeah he did. We were planning on having a movie night.” You answered and took a bite out of the lukewarm cookie and sat down opposite Ellen.

“Sounds fun.”

The two of you sat at the table and talked until the sound of two boys barging through the door disrupted you. You turned your head and in the doorway stood your boyfriend. The light that was shining behind him made him look like an angel. Which, to you, wasn’t far from the truth.

“Well I should start getting ready. Luke, you should also get ready. I will drop you off in an hour.” Ellen told her youngest son.

“C’mon let’s head up to my room.” Jack said as he gently grabbed your wrist and started walking towards the stairs.

The moment you got to his room he pinned you against the door and started making out with you. Your lips moved in sync and his tongue made his way into your mouth while your hands found their way into his hair and you pulled on it lightly. He moaned quietly into the kiss and separated your lips. He started kissing down your neck. Your breathing was heavy as he found the spot just beneath your ear and started sucking on it.

“Jump” That was all it took for you to jump up, tangling your legs around his torso. His hands rested on your ass to hold you up as he walked towards the bed. He threw you onto the bed and you giggled lightly before your lips connected once again. You tugged on his t-shirt, signaling that you wanted it off. He broke the kiss and swiftly took off his shirt before his lips were back on yours. His torso was toned and warm to the touch.

The door handle rattled just as you were about to go further. You and Jack quickly moved apart and tried to make yourselves presentable before he got up and unlocked the door.

“Do you have my charger?” Luke asked obliviously as the door opened.

“No,” Jack answered grumpily, clearly not happy about being interrupted.

“Shit, I must've lost it again.” Luke said as he turned around to look for his charger. Jack closed the door once more.

“So, where were we?” He said as he plopped down beside you again.

“Down boy. Your brother just totally killed the mood.” You said back with a laugh.

“Damn it Luke!” Jack laughed back. “Well let's just get some homework done before they leave then.”

After an hour you heard Ellen call from down stairs.

“Jack, Y/n, we’re leaving.” She said.

“Yeah mom, have fun.” Jack called back. The sound of the front door closing echoed through the house.

“So, should we order pizza now?” He asked as he turned to you.

“Sounds good to me.” You answered him.

20 minutes later the pizza arrived and you and Jack made yourselves comfortable on the couch.

“What movie are we going to watch?” You asked as he turned on Netflix.

“I don’t know, you pick.” His answer was not very helpful.

“Jack, c’mon just pick one.” You playfully whined back.

“Fine” He held up his hands in defeat and kicked on a random movie.

You laid back on the couch and felt his arms sneak around your waist and his chin rest on the top of your head. Somewhere between the soft mumbling from the romcom on the tv and his hot breath on the top of your head, you felt your eyes close as you fell into a peaceful slumber.

“Luke stop it!” The sound of Jack whisper-yelling behind you woke you up. You opened your sleepy eyes and started to stir. The movement alerted Jack who pulled you in closer and whispered in your ear.

“Go back to sleep baby, I’ll handle this.” His breath was hot on your ear and for a moment you were actually thinking about returning to your peaceful nap. That moment was short lived however as you heard Ellen's voice.

“Aw Jim, look how cute they are. I knew that you guys would get together eventually.”

“Whatever mom, can you guys leave us alone now?” Jack sounded annoyed as he said it while you were still trying to think of something to say.

“You are literally in the middle of the living room.” Luke deadpanned.

“Fine, you know what?” Jack said as he stood up and scooped you up in his arms. He started carrying you up the stairs, towards his bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Jim asked.

“To my room.” Jack called back matter of factly.

“No funny business, okay?” Jim joked. The sound of Jim and Luke's laughter and Ellen’s cooing were drowned out the moment the door closed. Jack laid you back on the bed and unlike the other time he did that today, this time he laid a sweet kiss on your forehead and started spooning you.

“Did that just happen?” You asked, still a bit sleepy and confused.

“Yeah. But don’t worry about it. We’ll handle it in the morning. Right now, all you have to worry about is resting those pretty eyes of yours.” He pacified you.

“I love you, Jack.” You whispered as you felt your eyes grow heavy.

“Goodnight baby. I love you too.” That was the last thing you heard before falling asleep.

The worry about having to face his family as Jack’s girlfriend instead of his best friend in the morning, being a problem you would have to deal with another time. Right now, you were perfectly happy with being snuggled up in your boyfriends strong arms.

#jack hughes imagine #Jack Hughes #jack hughes x reader #hockey fanfiction #hockey imagines #nhl #Why4anne #Why4anne fanfic

[twig-tea]

5 BL characters in 2023 who you would help hide a body

*cracks knuckles* @wen-kexing-apologist I had things to do today! Let's not lie I was already not doing them so let's go.

I am notoriously bad at keeping my lists down to any reasonable number so I'm going to give myself very specific parameters: This is a character who (a) I love so deeply I would do anything for them, (b) they would murder someone, and (c) there is someone in their show who, if they murdered, I would support their gay crime. Ok with those caveats let's see how I do [spoiler alert: I failed pretty badly].

Ji Hyun, The Eighth Sense

Ji Hyun came from the country to the big city, saw a hot guy on a poster and decided "yep I'm going to learn to surf even though I can't actually swim". He almost died and decided to lean into his convictions even MORE. He sasses out his senior and isn't put off by his lover ghosting him. Luckily for them the people in Jae Won's life figured themselves out and apologized, because Ji Hyun was not going to put up with more of their bullshit. I would do anything for this man and I fully believe if pushed he would do anything for his.

Noey Watplu, I Will Knock You

Noey is a kid who ended up running a gang mostly out of care for his community. He thinks he's so much tougher than he is, but his bravado and endless self-confidence get him through so much. Still, if he hadn't turned away from that gangster lifestyle, he definitely would have gotten in trouble at some point and I would have been with the other aunties at the food stalls helping deal with the mess.

Dung from Mr Cinderella S2

He has had a rough life, but is extremely kind, and I always stan a man who stays beside his in the face of external threats, but who also has healthy boundaries about how he's treated. The people in Khoa's life who keep messing with their relationship in both seasons....I'm not advocating murder, but if they happened to die, I would be there helping make sure they didn't mess with them anymore.

Ueangphueng and Fongkaew, I Feel You Linger in the Air

I just want these women to be happy and safe (with Mai). And if there's anyone on this list who deserved to murder someone as a treat, it's them. I love so much that they teamed up to take down their husband. I love so much that they found strength in one another. I would absolutely help them bury whoever they needed me to. And in a time when justice would not have been served for what they actually experienced, do I think they could have gone there if they hadn't found the other evidence to take him down? Absolutely, and I respect them for it.

Namnuea, Wedding Plan

This is cheating against my own rules because I don't think he would actually kill anyone but I'd do it for him and I know he'd help me hide the body so I'm counting it. I love this man. He also could technically fit into the ending category because he is (rightfully) surrounded by people who love and protect him, but count me in.

Amane, If It's With You

This is now just a favourites list but listen. I was ready to throw down for him immediately re: that high school crush, and as we got more of him and saw how brave he was through this series my love grew exponentially. He is mine and I would protect him in any way necessary, including helping him bury a very unlikely body.

Hira, My Beautiful Man

I love Kiyoi as a character so much and want desperately to protect him, but I don't need to we have Hira for that. Hira, on the other hand, canonically fantasizes about murdering his classmates because they're a little mean to Kiyoi, he's way more likely to need my help. And I love his complete disaster self so much. His arc is so slow across the seasons/movie and I know some folks got frustrated with him but he's starting from such an incredibly messed up place that the way his growth spirals makes perfect sense and is very relatable.

Koki, One Room Angel

This guy keeps getting into gang fights even though he's not in a gang, he's very likely to need me. And as a stoic, sad, quietly kind and perpetually misunderstood gay man, he immediately fell into my Love Forever and Protect With All of my Might bucket.

Kat, the Warp Effect

Listen, Kat could and would (and yes I chose this gif intentionally to invoke Wild Things). She doesn't need to because she has a wonderful group of friends who rally around her, but if anything else went down in her life and she had to choose violence, I'd be there with a shovel.

Ryunosuke, Tokyo in April Is...

I don't mean to imply that we want to murder our protagonists lol All three of the men in this show could ask me to bury a body and I'd say yes, but Ryunosuke is the one who might actually take advantage. Ryunosuke was fully evaluating Kazuma in this scene and he had good reason to. I fully believe if he found Kazuma wanting he'd find a way to make him disappear if he had to. In any case, Ryunosuke is in my bucket of favourite characters from this year and I would do anything for him.

Uea, Middleman's Love

It's cheating that he's here because really the people I'd love to help him bury were all in Bed Friend but in my defense I'll say that his energy in this show was 100% "if you hurt Jade who is too precious to exist I will end you", and I support him on this.

Misaki, Me, My Husband, and my Husband's Boyfriend

This woman went through so much self-reflection and growth. At the start of the show she couldn't hurt anyone but herself, but by the end? She was ready to hold boundaries and fight for her own happiness even if she doesn't yet know what that is and I am here to support that even if it turns out to be violence. I can't find any gifs of her in her happiness and I'm very sad about it

Nai, Shadow the Series

Dan is a monsterfucker and so he has my whole heart, but Nai is the one most likely to need my services. While Dan is in his feelings and obsessed with the supernatural mystery in the show, Nai is in the real world gathering information, setting up their bully as a fall guy, and generally being brilliant. Here for him and all his gay wrongs.

Bonus

Folks I don't need to help bury a body because they already have people for that, but who I absolutely could not keep off this list!

Maya, Rose, and Charn, Laws of Attraction and Ai Di, Kiseki: Dear to Me

I don't think they need any further commentary.

#2023 round-ups #bl meta #multi bl #ask game #thank you for the ask! #lists are so hard you guys #how does anyone make choices? #seems biphobic #anyway #this ended up also kind of being a favourite characters of 2023 list except that list is longer #I have a lot of love to give #the eighth sense #i will knock you #mr cinderella 2 #i feel you linger in the air #wedding plan the series #if it's with you #kimi to nara koi wo shite mite mo #my beautiful man s2 #utsukushii kare #one room angel #the warp effect #tokyo in april is #shigatsu no tokyo wa... #middleman's love #me my husband and my husband's boyfriend #watashi to ottoto to ottoto no kareshi #shadow the series #laws of attraction #kiseki: dear to me

[mdhwrites]

honestly, Amity's hair color is the perfect metaphor for her character. She's still hiding her true colors, she's just trying to match Luz instead of Odalia.

So even at the time, when I was still deep in the paint of TOH, I had a major problem with it as far as the themes, metaphors and just designs of TOH went. Put both Amity and Luz at that time into their Hexside uniforms. Then silhouette them so you have no colors. Now try to tell me which is which.

It was a genuine problem for me during that time period where I'd see sketch fanart of Lumity and have to look for Amity's ears because otherwise the two are indistinguishable from each other. Like yes, it's a MUCH more boring hairstyle and I'm with others that there's just way too much purple in the show so Amity's green hair helped her actually stand out but this really was a big problem and got worse as I got more critical of Lumity. After all, this moment of making sure she has her own identity, stands out from others and will decide her own fate... And she looks the fucking same as another character now, blending in more easily with them. Then she just goes on to slowly have the rest of her personality and life (which were already doing this, thank you "your grades are slipping" from Escaping Expulsion for that one) consumed by her role of girlfriend.

It makes what should be such a character defining moment anything but that. Hell, it isn't even a complete schism from her family's desires and wishes. She still goes on to effectively helm Blight Industries after all, or so I presume unless she started her own competing abominations factory which still doesn't fix that that's STILL what Odalia would have wanted had Amity failed to get into the EC. It's still living in the shadow of her father's legacy and following in his own footsteps.

It's actually the one major cue from Hunter that Amity takes for her arc which really doesn't help the two feel like they aren't the same character. At least with Hunter, we only have one action that's confirmed as being the same as those he's supposed to be rejecting so as to find his own personhood: Rejecting Belos. There's a lot more we can claim but that's the only one 100% confirmed.

Amity though? Her future includes dedicating herself to a potentially unhealthy degree to her partner while also commercializing her magic into mech-infused abominations. Even if Lumity is healthy post the series, nothing about Amity's behavior doesn't imply she'd drop everything for Luz at a moment's notice and Alador gave the same impression. So... She just became her dad? Why?

Then again, when you are a show that seems to actually struggle to write a diverse cast of characters (I mean personality wise, not ethnicity), this is going to happen. Dana is a good enough artist though that the silhouette problem shouldn't have happened. That should have been caught and stopped immediately, not when it's so antithetical to the point of the moment. I guess you could say it's to show she still needs to make another step to becoming her own person but that never really happens, does it? And we explicitly know they didn't have proper plans for it to happen.

So yeah, it really is just perfect for who Amity became, even right down to being a worse design to go alongside girlfriend Amity being such a worse character.

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#the owl house criticism #toh critical #toh #the owl house #amity blight

[decepti-thots]

character ask: idw springer?

First impression: what's this guy's deal. i can't quite put my finger on it.

Impression now: I really, really like Springer in the Wreckers saga. I don't actually talk about him nearly as often as some other characters because I still never feel COMPLETELY sure I have a perfect grasp on the answer to my original question, hah. But he's a very interesting character who I enjoy very, very much! I think Springer is a really great character because the narrative is using him to tell a story, and he's telling a story about himself very persuasively, and those two stories overlap but are not a perfect match. The gaps in between are where the interesting stuff is happening, I think. The Wreckers saga as a whole is a little bit about the distance between narrative and reality, and that's really obvious in Pova and such, but it runs through basically all of Springer's arc IMO. (I am saying again: Springer in Last Stand is way more interesting if you have read Zero Point, and I'm really annoyed forever it's only in the hardback/omnibus.)

Favorite moment: Hmmm. Maybe when he and Verity talk about nightmares in Sins, which is a really small moment I know. I just really love any moment those two get to themselves, tbh. It makes me wibble, haha. But I also like that it's a moment that doesn't like... get "resolved", it's not set up for a cheap payoff later where the problem goes away. It's just there, acknowledged between the both of them.

Idea for a story: I still want to ruin the very good Theme of the ending by taking the time travel shit and really running with the fact we know it's not something IDW1's universe would allow. Just really see how far the doomed to fail at breaking cycles theme there can be taken if you are so inclined.

Unpopular opinion: Do enough people express IDW Springer opinions for there to be one..? Oh actually. I think Kup was probably the best mentor figure in Springer's life for sure, but I also think he was probably still like. One big part of how Springer wound up a trigger-happy soldier who is convinced of his own moral righteousness by way of violence? Like yeah, he was the most formative influence on Springer from practically his first moments alive he remembers- which mostly revolved around being Springer's commanding officer as someone built for war. So…

Favorite relationship: Verity. 100%. I absolutely love their strange little friendship. Everyone who reads my blog knows this, lmao.

Favorite headcanon: Springer wasn't actually designed with an alt mode built in. (Ostaros clearly isn't intended to have one.) I think it would be interesting if Prowl sort of just slapped his artificial spark etc in an MTO body and his not-quite-Cybertronian systems never 100% gelled with it, and Springer is always silently wondering if everyone else feels Weird about transforming and stuff, because the tiny little division between his processor/spark and his body makes everything just… mildly off.

#ask meme

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Enhypen Reaction to Another Member Lusting After You

Content Warnings: A bit of violence in Jake's part

Mellow speaks: Been a while since I wrote a reaction, so here goes!!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod  @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi 

Heeseung

He's got to be joking, right? There's no way he's being serious right now. There's no way on earth Jay actually means what he just said, there's no way on earth he just expressed the desire to fuck you, and in front of the elder too, no doubt. Sure, Heeseung's not your boyfriend yet, but he's sure it would be obvious to anyone who saw the way he looks at you that he's completely infatuated with you. 

And despite being as friendly as he is, he doesn't take well to sharing things he's set his eyes on. So you can well imagine the sneer that curls his lips upwards as he listens to Jay describe in-depth just what he finds sexy about you, everything leading up to the that one sentence that had his blood boiling. "Fucking Y/N's become a dream of mine," he slurs drunkenly, and the next thing he knows, Heeseung is rushing out the dorm, anger evident in every step he takes.

Where's he going, though? To your apartment of course, ready to put the sexual tension that's been building up between the two of you, to rest. It's high time anyway, because now he needs to make sure random guys won't be ogling at you and trying to make moves on your body. He needs to make sure you know you belong to him, and he needs to show it to the world. 

Jay

He had thought having you as one of Enhypen's managers would be all fun and games, because then he'd get to have his partner right next to him the whole day. He wouldn't have to rely on stolen moments and secret rendezvous to get him through the hard work that went into being an idol. But it had never crossed his mind that spending too much time with the group also meant you'd catch their eye sooner or later, and being the attractive soul he knew you were, it wasn't hard to think they'd get hormonal at some point.

So it shouldn't have had come as as nasty a surprise as it was when Jake said he'd like to see the treasures you kept hidden under the layers of your clothing. But it did come as a nasty surprise, both to him and to you, because yes, you were there when he said that. And that didn't fail to make your boyfriend's blood boil. Had the Aussie only known that you in fact, belonged to Jay, he never would have uttered those words. 

But now that they're out in the open, all Jay can do is show him who you belong to, all the secrets be damned if it means getting to have his hands on you at all times, in order to protect you from prying eyes, of course. So he kisses you, his lips full of passion as his hands run up and down your arms, sending goosebumps in their wake. He's giving them a show on purpose, and while you're not too keen on making your private life public like this, you can't seem to mind when he's making you feel this good. 

Jake

He's got a crush on you for ages, and he's down bad for you. Because after all, you're the definition of perfection in his eyes, the most gorgeous Goddess in the world. Yeah, he's down bad, in more ways than one. When he's not blushing at having your hand brush against his, he's fantasizing about what it would feel like to have you fully exposed and writhing under him. But he's not blind, he can see that he isn't the only one who has such fantasies. Not by a long shot.

Still, being the reasonable chap he is, he tries to keep the damage to a minimum and doesn't comment on what the others think of you. Or rather, he hadn't made a comment until right now, until he saw the way Sunghoon's lips curled up into a smirk as he expressed his desire to stuff his cock into you. That's all the push Jake had needed, and now he finds himself engaged in something he never would have dreamed of engaging in, a well-placed punch almost hitting Sunghoon in the jaw had he not dodged at the right moment. 

He knows he should be sensible right now, he knows he should just express his displeasure with words instead of throwing hands, but as he's finds himself being pulled away from the younger, his feet carrying him over to the door in search of you, there's all he can do to restrain his urge to test all the fantasies he's had about you.

Sunghoon

You're his partner, and it sucks that he has to hide his relationship to you. But he can see where you're coming from, not wanting to share the details of what he is to you when you're still at the early stages of dating. He's sure you'll come around and let everyone know you belong to him. And until then, he's content with just getting to love you behind closed doors. Yet there's days when he wants nothing more than to pull you onto his lap and shove his tongue down your throat in front of the others, just so he can tell them to keep their hands off you.

And today definitely is one of those days, his mood more sour than sour cream as he watches Sunoo check you out. The smirk on his face means no well, that much is clear, but when you bend down to pick up the eyeliner that's fallen to the floor, exposing your cute butt to the world, the words that escape the younger (under his breath but loud enough for your boyfriend to hear), end up being his endgame. 

Next thing he knows, you really are on his lap, his teeth digging into your bottom lip, making you let out a gasp of surprise. Yeah, your equation with him is going to become the talk of town now, but if that's what it takes to keep eyes from prying and inappropriate words from slipping, then that's what he's gonna do.

Sunoo

He's still exploring his sexual interests with you, and he's grateful that he gets to go slow and take all the time with you. He wants to learn the ins and outs of how your body responds to his touch, and he wants to be the one to explore what treats and secrets you have in store, just for him. And everyone knows he can get pouty if things don't go the way he wants them to, with the same applying to how he takes to anyone else that's not him getting too handsy with you.

So you can only imagine how annoyed he gets whenever Heeseung is in one of his flirty moods, his hands roaming across your body in a way they shouldn't as you engage in a battle of video games with him. But still, hell doesn't break lose until a little later when he overhears the elder talking to Jay about how he'd love to touch you even more, if only you weren't taken already. 

That's all it takes for him fo get his blood boiling, his hand getting wrapped around your wrist as he pulls you out the front door and out the building, ready to take you over to your own apartment without even answering the questions you throw him, eager to claim you the second you're inside the confines of your own home. 

#heeseung #heeseung smut #enhypen smut #jay smut #jake smut #sunghoon smut #jay #jake #sunghoon #heeseung hard thoughts #jay hard thoughts #jake hard thpughts #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunoo #sunoo smut

[mikkokomori]

Here is my new au proposal:

Sunny is getting extremely tired of practicing. He almost, *almost* shatters after he makes another mistake, but through some miracle he gets through it. (This might be ooc idk keoqwokwpq) eventually, the siblings finally land on perfect run. Mari is relieved and is just blindly cussing out Sunny at this point for finally pulling himself together for once or smth, and unfortunately Sunny isn't zoned out and takes all of it in directly to the heartThe recital happens.

It is how it went in the duet (not quite perfect but absolutely beautiful I think), and everyone is proud. But not of the both of them, but of only Mari. She gets all the praise and love back home while Sunny just looks at his cut up hands and bloody violin. This neglectful moment will be internalised in him forever.

And even though Basil, Aubrey and eventually Kel and Hero approached him, it meant nothing to him by then.

And thus begins: Sunny's downward spiral!

At first he just doesn't talk to any of his friends anymore. Not even when they're hanging out.

Then, he stops going to the hang outs and stays inside, spending time with Mewo and his thoughts. Of course he still goes outside and to school, but he doesn't exchange any words with his parents or his sister.

Everytime Mari tries to talk to him he just turns away or stays quiet. Also he put the violin away forever, blood coated and sealed away.

He has completely cut ties with everyone, even Basil. His best friend.

The only people he talks to really are Mewo and in headspace, Abbi. The other two great ones too, but mostly Abbi. And despite her wisdom, Sunny doesn't take her words on seeing his friends again. After all, why should he? They don't care.

Abbi wants to convenience him because she knows deep down he still feels the same he did about them before, but to no avail.

Now, how do his friends feel about this?

Aubrey, first and foremost, is extremely miserable, because the one person she could trust to talk to is gone. Out of her life. And right as her family fully fell apart. She stopped being as cheerful and is now mostly just tired. The hair dying still happens with Mari, but she never got to show it to Sunny, so she feels pretty let down. Also stopped bickering with Kel because tiredness (probably ooc but I'm dumb so).

Basil is not having a happy, to say the least. Much like Aubrey, he has no one to vent to or just talk to about flowers who actually listens. So he becomes less social and often doesn't show up to the hang outs. He has tried talking with Aubrey, but he finds that two people venting at the same time isn't too good so they both agreed to not do that.

Kel is still mostly Kel, but he feels ever so slightly more sad because the one person who always went along with his wackiness is gone. Aubrey doesn't want in on, Basil is too scared and Hero and Mari are just busy.

Hero is pretty unchanged. He had the weakest connection to Sunny after all. And he is studying to be a psychologist or smth so he can help Mari and the others n stuff.

Mari is, upset to say the least. At first she was angry with Sunny for not coming along, but then she started to think about why this could be. She didn't fully get it until one day while looking for something she found the violin with dried blood on it. The realization hit her like a truck and she was destroyed. She did this to him. She is the reason why the friend group is barely held together and why Aubrey and Basil are depressed. She failed as a friend, but most importantly:

She failed as an older sister.

Thoughts?

A certain someone wants to vomit

One day, I want the color of my feelings to fade...

#fuck you guys *punts angsty art at your faces*/lh #anyways..... i like the au 👀 #omori au #omori sunny #omori mari #omori basil #omori aubrey #omori kel #omori hero #omori spoilers #omori #mikos art #omori mewo #omori abbi #taigataii asks #miko panta

[aromanticannibal]

I really hate when people try to make characters in OMORI entirely bad or entirely good, or even just define one of their actions as Bad or Good. Because the whole point of the game is nuance!! There isn't a bad guy and there isn't a good guy. (I think this is pretty hilarious given the game is aesthetically very dichotomic).

Sunny pushed his sister down the stairs, and killed her (it was a murder, it was an accident, he regretted it, he forgot it, he didn't apologize for it).

Basil faked his friend's death as a suicide (to protect his best friend, it hurt his other friends, it hurt his best friend, Mari wouldn't have wanted that, he was twelve and it was the only solution then).

Mari pushed Sunny too hard for the recital (she just wanted it to be perfect, she didn't understand her brother, were there other things in her life making her such a perfectionist?).

Hero got mad at his brother (he was depressed, his brother just wanted to help, his brother failed to help, he apologized and never got mad again, he apologized and never got mad again).

Omori kills Basil in increasingly fucked up ways and forces Sunny to forget ("Basil" is a dream, a mere thought, the Truth is bad, the Truth has to be uncovered one day, it's unhealthy, he's just trying to protect Sunny, he's failing, he is Sunny).

Sunny's dad abandoned him (he might have known Sunny killed his sister, he was heartbroken, he has a duty to take care of his child as a father) and his mother left him alone for three days (it's been four years.)

Aubrey is a bully (she's so sure Basil hurt her and Mari's memory, she's so tired of Kel telling her to think about what Mari would think, she's so done with being ignored instead of cared for, she is a bully, she hurt others, she apologized).

Kel is quick to jump to conclusions and doesn't see nuance enough (he's 16, he's neglected, his brother's immediate reaction to lashing out was acting like he was a monster and changing completely, he's digging up past trauma, he's talking for the dead).

Basil hurt Sunny physically and in a way that can't be fixed (he was having a panic attack, he was probably either having hallucinations or was being profoundly delusional, he ripped his friend's eye out oh my god, he didn't mean to, he didn't mean to, he didn't mean to).

Etc. Even the apology at the end is nuanced : it's selfish of Sunny to want to get it out of his chest, and it's going get everyone's trauma out of their chests again, but don't they deserve to know? Don't Sunny and Basil deserve to be honest? It's not about being forgiven, it's about telling the Truth - from there, what happens doesn't matter.

Omori particularly gets a bad rep but he is Sunny. Sunny isn't Omori but Omori is Sunny, the same way everything in Headspace is Sunny in some way. And from there, can we define a defense mechanism as bad? A child's defense mechanism as bad? Is Sunny's desire to just forget about all this and be happy bad? It's not healthy, but most of the alternatives aren't very appealing.

Obviously there's darker shades of grey and lighter ones : Kel and Hero are some of the kindest characters in the game, their actions don't hold the same weight as Aubrey's, and Aubrey's actions don't hold the same weight as Basil's and Sunny's. Basil's and Sunny's actions also don't hold the same weight as each other, and Mari's perfectionism, despite being what jumpstarted everything in a way, doesn't hold the same weight as everything else. What Basil did wasn't right, what Sunny did wasn't right, but circumstances are important : two twelve years old boys (both likely pretty mentally ill) made two consecutive mistakes during increasingly stressful situations.

#omori meta #omori spoilers #omori omori #omori sunny #omori basil #idk how cold this take is but heh #mumblings//

[atastypeach]

listen, Rolan's whole story just hits me really hard. Yes, this game is about breaking cycles, but I feel like addressing Rolan's cycle of abuse is something I gotta talk about because it's eating me up inside.

So through this game, we're told all about Cazador. Astarion isn't shy about making damn sure everyone knows just how much of a god awful wretch he is. And regardless of which ending you choose for Astarion - he gets to break free from his abuser. Sure, the cycle has a strong chance of continuing if you let him ascend, but this post isn't about it. It's about the catharsis of him killing Cazador. I think anyone who has been the survivor of abuse - in any form - may have found something truly freeing about Astarion getting to remove his shackles. But for me, something was missing. And what was missing was the secrecy of the abuse. I'm 33. I didn't face the worst of my abuse until I was 28. But that abuse went unnoticed by most people in my life. Came at the hand of my stepfather after my mom died of a terminal illness. Your tl;dr: I escaped his abuse in January of this year after years of torment. But it took people who loved me for me to realize what was happening. And I see this in Rolan too.

See, I failed at saving Rolan my first game. My game sequence broke. He didn't spawn until after I had completed Moonrise Towers and broke into the prisons. Saved him then but well. He turned on me in the end because I didn't save Cal and Lia. I'm sorry honey, blame the coding of the game being screwy, not me. But in Rolan I see a lot of myself. Not to be a kinnie on main (A/N: I am not a kinnie) but this young man shares an uncomfortable amount of traits with me, from being an overworking nerd, to being so desperately loyal to my loved ones, to drinking intensely when i can't cope with my emotions (I'm in therapy for this) and much more. And his story line has resonated with me as someone who has experienced hidden abuse. When we first meet him, he speaks highly of Lorroakan and his apprenticeship. The only real indication we get that Lorroakan might be bad news is from Gale who calls him a blowhard or something like that. We just know he's kind of a tool. But when we first meet Rolan - he's a tool. A match made in heaven, so what does it matter. But what we don't see is once we get to act three, how Rolan handles this apprenticeship with Lorroakan. And as someone who has seen both outcomes now...it hurts to see. If you fail to save Cal and Lia, Rolan follows Lorroakan blindly. He does as he wishes. He regards you with contempt and disdain. He sides with a man who we only know from a vague journal post in his bedroom that he may be experiencing abuse. He becomes Lorroakan's pawn doing precisely what he wishes. He dies for Lorroakan. A man we know has been exploiting, abusing and harming him. A man who likely knew he had Rolan wrapped around his finger because he is all Rolan had left. No family. No friends. No home to return to. Rolan is a nobody with only this wizard as his grounding point. There is no one for him, so Lorroakan has the perfect plaything. The perfect pawn. He can do whatever he wants to Rolan and there is no one to save him. And the worst part? Rolan was probably content to do just that. Sure, Lorroakan might be beating him, verbally harassing him and even worse -- but Lorroakan didn't let his family die. He wasn't the cause of Rolan losing the people he loved. And we never learn that he's being hurt until after he's already dead. But if you save him? You save his family? He recognizes his worth. He has family who see him for who he is. Who see his strengths. He has people worth living for and he has the opportunity for so much growth. He recognizes, likely thanks to the love and support he has from not only his siblings - but from you as a player, that he's being hurt. He's being exploited and used and harmed. He knows he is being abused and he wants to fight back, for his sake and for the sake of others - for his family, for Dame Aylin, for you.

IDK man, I just wanted to ramble about this. Because Rolan's own survivor story covers the hidden abuse that doesn't always get talked about. The abuse of someone who desperately is trying to remain strong in the face of it. I could probably keep rambling. Talk about how he was willing to die for Lorroakan because Lorroakan was all he had left, in his bad ending. But I think I've said my peace. I got him killed in my first playthrough, but in my second (which I'm still finishing) I feel like I'm doing myself a kindness in turn by offering him the love and support he needs. I love him. A lot.

#bg3 rolan #baldurs gate 3 rolan

[alastairstom]

I want to ask you about those characters you have liked less, and you have commented on the blog, if you could change some stuff on their writing and on events that involve them to make them more likeable what would they be? I think yours are Lucie, Jesse, Gabriel and Cecily right? Like for example "make Jesse be resurrected in the beginning of chain of iron and develop more Grace and his relationship" , or "make Lucie hold less secrets from Cordelia".

Sure, I hope I'm understanding what you want correctly.

PSA: When I gush about how perfect I think TLH is I don't mean Ghostwriter. I never mean Ghostwriter. Their story is terribly executed. However, TLH is still perfect because I give 0 fucks about Ghostwriter, so their poor development and terrible relationship doesn't impact my reading experience in the slightest <3

Lucie and Jesse

Lucie would basically just need to get her head out of the sand. I find her annoying primarily because all the other TLH characters act 25 and she acts like a spoiled 12 year old.

She starts the series with her head completely in the clouds, dreaming of silly fairy tales, and ends it in exactly the same place. Zero growth. And why would there be any? Everything that happens in her TLH plotline, what with getting a ramifications-free ghost boyfriend, reinforces that life is a fairy tale that she can twiddle her thumbs and dance through.

I think that this is what's disappointing about Lucie. She's fine at the beginning of ChoG because that's where her arc begins, but the problem is that she ends it as the same silly girl she started it while most other characters around her grow a lot.

I also think that Lucie would benefit from, like, just generally being less selfish. There was no reason for her to endanger Cordelia by not telling her about the Creepy Ghosts at their prospective parabatai ceremony. So, yeah.

As for Jesse, dude, I don't even know where to start. Get this man a personality, please, or at least a semblance of one. I genuinely believe that perhaps Cassie purposely made him a flavorless cardboard cutout so that teenagers reading could project their ghost-fairytale fantasy man onto him.

The main thing for Jesse, though, is that he needed to be less of a shithole to Grace. He was just so fucking godawful to her in Chain of Thorns that everything else about him (which isn't much to start with) pales in comparison. I hope she never talks to him again.

An aside --

I have a whole Ghostwriter plot idea that I think would have made Lucie's story really layered, but Jesse would actually die in it (thus forcing Lucie to show actual growth). Basically, everything would be the same until the end of ChoI, when Lucie would fail to bring Jesse back to life and realize then that her power was gone. She then would no longer be able to see his ghost. No more Jesse. Lucie would need to confront her happy-go-lucky-lalala-life-is-but-a-dream attitude and would therefore need to actually grow tf up. Lucie and Grace console each other and become close friends. They also both lost their love interests (I'm changing nothing else about TLH in this world, only Blackdale stuff), and both girls' happy ending lies in that friendship.

I loathe character death and I almost always hate tragedy, so you know shit's bad when I'm saying this. But Jesse's not an actual human; he's just a plot device! So maybe we should use that plot device in the best possible way if we're not going to make him a layered character :)

Gabriel and Cecily

I don't think about these two nearly as much as Ghostwriter, who I contemplate sometimes because I'm a TLH girlie.

I also don't find Gabriel or Cecily anywhere near as annoying as Lucie or Jesse. I don't care for them, but I also don't really hate them or even dislike them.

In Cecily's case, there's not really anything I'd change or even would want to change. I liked her a lot when I was 18 and the annoyance has built up steadily over time. Now I'm 27 and just view her as an annoying teenager. There's nothing wrong with her, but she reads young (I staunchly consider almost every TID character to read 20ish and every TLH character to read mid-20s. Cecily and Lucie are exceptions). I also don't want her gone, she contributes to the story and has her Moments.

Gabriel just is imo kind of off-putting to everyone besides Cecily and occasionally Gideon, and I just personally am not a big fan of him. But unlike Lucie or Jesse, he's a complex character with an interesting plotline and a tangible personality. He grows. He just didn't resonate with me. I will, however, say that there are a few moments where I want to give him a hug, because damn that kid got hit over the head with a ton of trauma baseball bats in a row.

Basically, in the end, Lucie and Jesse are characters I think are poorly-written and badly developed. Gabriel and Cecily are fine characters with good enough development, they just don't resonate with me through no fault of their own and that's okay.

#anti blackdale #anti ghostwriter #anti lucie herondale #anti jesse blackthorn