#unless he actively encouraged it which he did not

[sophsiaaa]

I've been wanting to make this post for a while so now that I'm on mid-sem break, I will. Let's talk Shigaraki and sex.

NSFW warning??

So, let's get the big question out of the way. Is Shigaraki a virgin?

I think, yes. 100%

However, that is not to say that he is an innocent, oblivious, 'omg what is sex? uwu' baby villain. This guy literally lives in a bar, in a seedy part of the city, and hangs around with criminals. He knows about sex - I daresay he knows quite a bit about it. Besides which, we see in-canon that he has a phone and a PC and access to the internet, so he's hardly sheltered (though, he's definitely sheltered in regard to actual real-life socialisation, but that's another story).

Regardless, I stand by my assertion that he is a virgin.

Exhibit A: Shigaraki is shown very overtly to hate 'basically everything'. Correct me if I'm wrong, but everything encompasses sex/romance/intimacy. His character, especially at the beginning of the story, is prickly, quick-to-frustration, and sort of single-minded. He is driven to complete one narrow goal set by AFO that he believes he wants: to kill All Might. I believe prior to our introduction to Shigaraki, he was much the same, and thus did not seek out sex. Given his hostile and loner-guy nature at the start of the series, I doubt he would have had much in the way of propositions on his occasional solo trip to the mall.

Exhibit B: whilst I have seen it theorised that AFO introduced Shigaraki to sex via getting him a sex worker to 'satisfy his natural urges', personally, I think this theory is unlikely. This is because everything AFO does is to create discomfort and frustration in Shigaraki's life in order to stoke his rage (the guy literally has him wearing dead hands despite the fact that they make Shigaraki simultaneously feel calm and like throwing up). Thus, I doubt AFO would have encouraged Shigaraki to indulge in sexual relief - or any kind of relief - at all. I doubt he would have even explained the birds and the bees and likely pawned that job off onto the doctor or the internet if Shigaraki asked any questions.

So, we've established that Shigaraki's a virgin, and an ultimate hasn't-even-kissed-anyone virgin at that. But does he want to have sex? That big question number 2.

Honestly, I don't think he much cares for it.

It's odd to say given the multitude of what is essentially sex-addict-Shiagraki headcanons out there, but I truly think he doesn't really think about sex. Shigaraki's sex drive is probably quite low. Now, since I'm taking an evidence based approach here, lets go for the obvious evidence that points to him not having much interest in sex and that is the fact that if he was interested in it, Horikoshi would not shy away from showing it. My Hero Academia is not a manga that shies away from the odd bit of fan service or the pervy character. Mineta is - unfortunately - living proof of this. And he's not the only one. Horikoshi writes many of his characters displaying sexual attraction/interest/engagement/awareness at one point or another. So, logically, if Shigaraki was a character who was interested in sex, Horikoshi would show that. Since he doesn't, I can only conclude that sex isn't really a big deal to Shigaraki, or at the very least, not something he thinks about enough for it to show up on-screen.

Now, do I believe that Shigaraki has zero sexual interest? No. I think he's watched porn before, and probably even jerks it every now and then. But do I think he would actively seek out sex? Nah. Honestly, I don't even think he'd go along with sex unless it's with someone he's got a pre-established emotional connection to that's been building for a long time.

Like everything with Shigaraki, I think sex would be intense. By this I mean, he wouldn't be the type to have a casual one-night-stand or a friends-with-benefits fling. If he's in it, his heart's in it. Because he is so angry and destructive, Shiagraki often gets mischaracterised as heartless and deliberately cruel (this is a conversation for a separate post), but in reality, he cares a lot about certain things and puts his all into them. With sex, he would have to care about the who for the what to matter.

In conclusion - Shigaraki's well aware that BDSM doesn't stand for Bible Discussion/Study Meeting, but he's also a virgin loser who would not pin you up against the wall and have his way with you in a dark alley.

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[arlh0e]

Move me, Baby

Rating: Mature, 18+, MDNI (Please, I really really don't want to have to block you, I write fluff too, go look at that.)

Pairing: Andrew Hozier X fem!Reader (not proofread)

Warnings: No use of Y/n because I personally find it unbearable to read, soft dom Andrew, thigh riding, body worship, nipple play (Female receiving) begging if you squint, scent kink also if you squint, Andrew being the sweetest little sweetie pie, heavy on the praise kink, heavy on the teasing, encouragement,I tried really hard to write a plotless smut but it turned into passionate love making, Your honor they’re in love!

Summary:It’s a lazy afternoon, and you’re watching Andrew write music, one of your favorite activities. Usually you let him do his thing, not wanting to disturb him, and today is just like any other, until you happen to hear some of the lyrics he’s written, coming to the realization of what he’s thinking while he’s writing about you (set during the writing process of Wasteland, Baby!, specifically the writing of Movement because I am utterly obsessed with that song, and I have been ITCHING to put this idea into words for WEEKS. I apologize for nothing.)

Word count: 2.5k ish, give or take maybe 100 words

You couldn’t help but stare at him as he sat there, guitar in his lap, plucking away at the strings and quietly whispering a few words that came to mind. He writes down the words that stick in a notebook, which he has used beyond the point of disrepair.

There were pages that were practically falling out, filled with songs and poems, some of which were about you, that much you knew, though he had yet to play any of them for you, claiming it “Ruined the surprise” Of getting to show you the new album once it was finished.

His words were barely able to be heard between his low tone and the distance between the two of you. You could tell tough, that whatever he was writing was going well, he had only been working for a few hours, but he had already come up with over half a page of lyrics. Rarely did you see him work this fast, so whatever it was was either something important to him that he felt needed to be said, or it was something that he felt deeply in the moment.

His voice grows slightly louder as he runs back a few lines to go over what he had written, just barely loud enough that I can make out the words.

“When you move

I can recall somethin’ that’s gone from me

When you move

Honey, I’m put in awe of something so flawed and free”

I smile a bit at the words. He’s the kind of person who could so effortlessly put his thoughts into something so poetic and beautiful. You had been listening to his music for years, long before the two of you met, and yet you found yourself in awe of the things his mind was capable of every time.

“So move me, baby,

Shake like the bough of a willow tree

You do it naturally

Move me, baby”

Oh.

“So move me, baby

Like you’ve nothin’ left to prove

And nothin’ to lose

Move me, baby”

Oh.

You’re taken slightly aback by the words falling so effortlessly from his mouth. The way their meaning, bordering on sacrilegious, sounded as if he were praying to the most sacred deity as it dripped like honey from his mouth.

This was a rarity, even as you had moved in with him, being able to see the entirety of his musical process, you never got to hear any of his music before it was finished, unless something really stumped him and he needed your thoughts on it.

Everything about having heard him felt like an invasion of his privacy, and yet the idea of the thoughts that must have been running through his head for hours while he had been writing set your entire body on fire.

It took everything within you not to run over there and jump his bones on the spot if you were being honest.

Watching his hands pick at the strings, his hold on the neck gentle while his fingers moved from chord to chord, you were in complete awe of him. You wondered for a moment if his hands would be so gentle if you were there, in his lap instead of the instrument.

“Shit, you weren’t supposed to hear that.” Andrew's almost panicked voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to reality.

You must have looked absolutely dumbfounded, you had to consciously pick your jaw up from where it was, having gone almost completely slack. It took you a moment to find your voice, whispering as you stood from your place on the bed that the two of you shared, “I’m glad I did though.”

You muster up a smile as you make your way over to the chair he had placed himself in early that morning. It was almost too small to house his large frame, his legs were too long to sit comfortably in most chairs, and at times it made you question why he didn't have a higher chair made so that he could sit comfortably in that same corner while he was writing.

Having made your way over to him, you gently take the guitar from his hands, setting it on its usual stand a few feet away, before taking your place on his lap, facing him.

He giggles a little bit at your antics. “Hey, I was using that.” His tone is playful, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose as his hands move to sit comfortably on your back,lifting his shirt that you were wearing just high enough so that he could touch your skin, his hands spanning far enough to reach just below the waistline of the lacy underwear you were wearing, holding you secure on his one leg that you had placed yourself on top of, straddling just above his knee.

“Where’d you come up with the idea for that song anyways?” You rocked yourself gently on his thigh, just once, lightly enough to pass off as you trying to get comfortable, but you both knew that that was not the goal in what you were doing. You could tell by the slightest of smiles, almost a smirk gracing his lips that he knew exactly what you were trying to do.

Looking at you through hooded eyes, almost daring you to keep going, he moved his just slightly lower, moving underneath the lace that served as the only barrier between your core and his clothed thigh. “Ehm… I was just thinking about you,” he paused momentarily, only to move your hips farther up his thigh, closer to him, his face now a mere centimeters from your neck as he continued speaking. “And the idea came to me.”

His voice was steady while doing so, almost taunting, chuckling lightly as he heard the shift in your breathing. He loved watching you go from that confident state, coming over to take what you wanted, to putty in his hands the second he gave you any kind of attention.

There you were, straddling his thigh after having come over with all the confidence in the world, now shaking, practically a mess, already leaving a wet spot on his pants in your wake and he had barely even touched you. It never ceased to amaze you how quickly he could get you so wound up.

You let out a small whimper, barely even audible as he placed a soft kiss underneath your ear. “Oh, my love how sweetly you sing for me.”

His honeyed words were dripping with lust. As your hips began moving, this time of their own accord, against his thigh. You moved ever so slowly, almost shying away from the way your body reacted to him, as if you were embarrassed by how weak you were to his touch but nevertheless, needy for any friction you could create between the two of you.

After a few moments of this, his eye look up to meet yours, and you can feel the blood pooling in your cheeks the more you look into his eyes, realizing what was going on, realizing how you probably looked.

He had the biggest smile on his face looking at you though. All the love and adoration in the world was held in that stare. “You’re doing so good baby”

He uses his hands to guide you through the motions, pressing you down onto his thigh harder in a way that drives you absolutely crazy, a sentiment that is reflected in the way you almost immediately moan his name.

You’re almost positive that your face is beat red and your hips snap back and forth. You’re nothing short of a moaning mess on his lap, his touch melting you into a puddle of the sounds that escape your lips as you increase the pressure applied by your hips.

Any reservations that you had about not wanting to embarrass yourself had thrown themselves out the window. You were so wrapped up with the pooling heat between your legs that you barely even registered Andrew lifting your shirt over your head and carelessly discarding it somewhere across the room before his hands returned to you, this time starting at your breasts, teasing your nipples between his thumb and forefinger on each hand.

“Andrew, please.” The words come out louder than expected, and needier, between gasps and moans, you weren’t even sure if he could understand you through the string of moans and profanities you were all but screaming.

“You look so pretty, darling, all worked up for me.” His voice was low and his eyes were unwavering, moving all over you, unable to settle on a single part of which he longed to see most.

“Your pretty face, mouth open like that just for me.” He met his lips with your just briefly, moving his lips down your cheek, moving to your jaw, all the way to the base of your throat.

“That beautiful voice of yours, all the sounds it makes for me.” He continues his descent, dipping his head between his hands, kissing the valley between your breasts a few times before moving his hands down to your waist moving his face to place a kiss on your right nipple, then your left.

“This body of yours is nothing short of utterly and absolutely breathtaking.” He continues his descent with his hands, while his mouth returns to your neck, leaving kisses and bites and sucking on the sensitive area, leaving not a single inch of the skin he touches unmarked.

Your pace is relentless at this point, your hips snapping back and forth against him with what can only be described as pure, unbridled desperation. The way his hands roam your body, the way your core rubs against him, it’s the only thing you can focus on for longer than maybe half a second.

Your face finds it way to the crook of his neck, biting not so lightly on a spot smack in the middle of the left side of his neck and the gran he lets out is incredible.

His hands have traveled lower by now, his right hand resting in its former spot, encouraging your hips, all the while his right hand has traveled down your front, and is now resting underneath the thin layer of lace, the only article of clothing still on your body, rubbing painstakingly slow circles around the bundle of nerves between your thighs.

It’s all that you can do not to come unraveled right at the first moment of contact. You push your face further into his neck, not sure if you're trying to dampen the sound of your own moans or if you're making an attempt to suffocate in his scent, either way, you’re doing everything you can to hold the last pieces of yourself together.

“Eyes on me, darling.” His fingers are still moving at that agonizing pace, while your hips continue their movements, silently begging him to pick up the pace. You face stays put, buried deeply in the crook of his neck.

“Come on, my love, let me see that pretty face of yours. I’d like to watch myself become your undoing if it's all the same to you.” This time, you obey, Lifting your head out of its hiding place to meet his eyes. “There’s my pretty girl.” He smiles so brightly at you.

You’re eyes are pleading with him at this point, begging for release as he maintains his slow pace.

“Please, Please, Please, Please,” You repeat the word over and over like a chant, a mantra.

A rather breathy chuckle leaves his lips and he places another small kiss on your lips before asking. “What is it you want sweetheart?”

You throw your head back and groan at his antics, knowing he wont give you the release that you so desperately need until you ask for it. “Please, Andrew, you know what I want.”

He lets out a laugh, not anything mean spirited, just playful, you know all too well that not asking directly is going to get you absolutely nowhere, but to save yourself your last shred of dignity before you just come right out and beg, you do always give it one good try.

“Do enlighten me, love, how am I to know what you want if you haven’t asked for it?” His smile is wicked by this point. He knows he always get what he wants out of you. He knows just how to bend you to his every whim.

“God damn it Andrew, please just let me come” you’re visibly shaking by this point, both with frustration and from the effort you’re putting in not to finish without his permission.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” The pace of his hand gradually picks up and your already rather loud moans turn into what borders on screams. You quickly make a mental note to apologize to the neighbors at a later date.

“Three” He begins counting down, again, painfully slow and you feel the ever tightening knot in your abdomen begin to pull so tight it’s almost painful.

“Two” The seconds that it takes him to count down feel like hours, days even, as you do everything you can to prevent that knot from snapping, including screwing your eyes shut, an action that Andrew seems to take personal offense to, based on his tone “Open those pretty little eyes for me or I will start over.” Your eyes shoot open.

“One” you're on your last leg if you're being honest. You need him to say those words, and quickly.

“Come for me, my love.” At his words, you feel all of that pleasure climax and the knot in your abdomen snaps, releasing all of that pressure that’s been building up for however long the two of you have been there.

The world seems to spin, all the while his fingers still slowly circling your clit, making you twitch and squirm, while he whispers in your ear how good you did and how proud he is of you.

By the end of it, you’re completely limp against his chest, panting, twitching and still moaning even though his hands have both moved to the back of your head, smoothing your hair down from its now wild state, sticking to the beads of sweat on your forehead. He kisses your temple a few times and moves you from your position straddling his leg to cradle you in his arms while he waits for you to calm down.

It takes you a few minutes to regain your sanity. “Do you want me to let you go back to writing?” You ask in a whisper, still tucked tightly against his chest.

He laughs at the thought. “Oh no, my love. After that divine scene I just witnessed, no. I’m not quite finished with you yet.”

N E ways,I wrote that all in the span of like 4 hours, everybody clap. I’ll probably post some fluff in a few days, who knows.

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[etoilesbienne]

Okay on the reset, there's multiple things going on here.

I think it's fair for the heavily active CC to be frustrated their personal stuff was sidelined and interrupted with the reset, I get it. All that progress stopped. I also have full faith in all of the active CC to be able to bounce back and be capable of return in their own way. I trust this of BadBoyHalo and Tubbo. Pierre might have different concerns, but he's been doing content for a decade, I think he'll be fine.

On the other hand, I think this server reset was kinda necessary. Especially from the perspective of more new players being added soon. Like, even Tubbo when added was struggling to find things to do at first because he'd suggest something, and then people would point out someone else already did that like two months prior. To quote a friend, if Tubbo was struggling to find things to do, what's left for players like Lenay?

Keep in mind, the last time the admins tried something to level the playing field between active players and inactive players was Lucky Ducks. Which killed a lot of motivation for members who did like grinding hard to obtain materials. Lucky Ducks was just giving them that stuff without any work. This reset is the last resort in my opinion.

The other thing that interests me is that Etoiles mentioned that he knew about this reset coming (or something similar) for at least three months now. This is odd with the perspective of Pierre and BBH both reacting so badly, like they didn't know this would be happening. Because of both of these scenarios, I think there are two things that could have happened: 1. Etoiles vouching for a reset meant he talked to the admins more one-on-one over this. 2. The admins mentioned a server reset, and never detailed what that would revolve around. I personally think the second is more likely, as QStudios are somewhat... notorious? For being a little nebulous and not the best at communication for all streamers at once.

Ultimately I do think the server reset was a good decision, it encourages playing for people who were never able to get their foot in the door, and hopefully will make the server more active in the future. I also think the incentivizing for players to be farther apart ala Karmaland while create is off for the first few days is a good idea too, we don't need another Roier chunk that lags the hell out of the server being so close to spawn.

I think there's other parts that are less than desirable because they work poorly in practice (disabling all backpacks above iron unless purchased via... the new money system. The new money system in general. Punishing players for doing a bunch of backpacks as a storage system as if that isn't a fair playstyle because it's literally just a bunch of blocks on hand, it makes things more convenient I truly do not get the weird punishing behavior about backpacks. Not telling the players the list of nerfs/changes beforehand. Come on, I would love a Tubbo changelog reading stream. He'd have so much fun doing that.), however overall I am willing to wait another week or two to see how the admin team responds and fixes changes as they see them be interacted with. It's been three days, and there were a hell of a lot of changes.

#qsmp #qsmp discourse #discourse #posts from the aether

[another-lost-mc]

Asmodeus reminisces about the past while he eagerly awaits what the future has in store.

The Rules | ASMODEUS x afab!Reader & SOLOMON x afab!Reader 3.6k words | NSFW | Suggestive Content | Asmo-centric POV Content warnings: Reader uses they/them pronouns. Protective Asmo, pet names, (guided) masturbation, sex toys, unrequited love (sort of), pining, jealousy, developing Solomon x f!Reader, past Asmo x Solomon, low self-esteem/body image insecurities, cursing/threats, kink and relationship negotiations, unspecified BDSM activities, aftercare, mentioned Asmo x f!Reader x Solomon. A/N: This can be read as a standalone fic, but it is part of the Insatiable AU. This is a sequel to Part 2, and leads immediately into the next chapter which will feature Asmo x f!Reader x Solomon. Insatiable AU: [Part 1] [Part 2]

Asmo was delighted when you came to the Devildom. He remembers those early days so clearly because you were utterly fascinating. You were cute and charming with wide-eyed innocence, but he could feel the hints of lust radiating off you.

He wanted to tempt you, so he stood closer to you than strangers should and enjoyed the way your desire flared when he flirted with you. He wondered what you would do with the opportunities he gave you. Would you swoon for him like some of his fans do? Would you stare at his lips and imagine kissing him, or would your glances linger as your gaze trailed down his body?

No matter what he did, your resolve never faltered. He was disappointed that you never took advantage of his offers to have a little taste. Asmo knew part of you wanted him - conflicted desire clouded your gaze more often than not - but you never gave into temptation, and you never asked him for anything.

He tried to charm you once, and that failed spectacularly too.

What a curious creature you were.

Since the day you arrived in the Devildom, Asmo could sense the lust burning within you, like embers smoldering deep inside where you tried to pretend the feeling didn't exist. You didn't admit it, but he knew the truth. He knew you chased relief in the dark privacy of your room at night, and he knew you didn't find satisfaction when he saw you the next morning. You sat down at the table for breakfast, and the lust he sensed in you was laced with frustration and disappointment.

If he couldn’t seduce you, perhaps he could find a way to help you. First, he had to earn your trust. He spoke to you honestly about what he sensed in you, and he spent time with you and offered you friendship while you struggled with indecision.

Eventually, you started to confide in him. You told him about your overwhelming urges and believed something was wrong with you. You told him that sometimes your physical desires made you feel so desperate that you were ashamed. You told him it wasn’t easy for you to find physical pleasure without some sort of emotional connection; you craved intimacy and trust, too. You mentioned that you tried to find those things in the human world. He listened with a frown when you told him about the small number of failed relationships you had, and how your past partners satisfied their own needs but neglected yours.

No wonder you were so confused. Lust and self-loathing battered away at your confidence, and you were exhausted trying to pretend those feelings didn’t exist. When you tried to find relief, either by your own hand or someone else’s, you were even more frustrated when nothing seemed to help. It was never enough to satisfy you.

Asmo encouraged you to explore your body and discover what you wanted and what you liked. Perhaps a little instruction would help you find relief on your own, and he offered his assistance. You came to him out of frustration, desperate for his understanding. No one cared about you like this before.

You followed him to his room and laid on the bed beside him after you undressed. He promised not to touch you unless you asked him to. He murmured instructions into your ear and encouraged you to touch yourself. He watched your reactions with half-lidded eyes, and he felt lust pour out of you in waves when you finally felt satisfaction under his intense stare. His gaze lingered on your hands and your heaving chest. His cock ached in his pants, but he ignored it. He suggested when to move your fingers faster, or harder, or deeper. You came more than once, but you kept going - your stamina fascinated him. When you were finally limp and satiated beside him, you chuckled weakly and thanked him. He couldn’t help but grow even more enamored with you.

Your trust in him flourished even more after that. You spoke to him freely about the things you wanted to learn and the things you were curious about. Asmo enjoyed expanding your horizons - it was so much fun! You hid your face bashfully when he showed you a catalogue full of toys, and he pointed out which ones he thought you might like. He didn’t ask to use them on you or watch you use them on yourself. He was elated when he saw you in the mornings and your mood was noticeably improved.

In those early days, Asmo believed he had a chance to be with you. All he thought he needed was patience and time. You were growing closer by the day, and maybe you’d start to feel for him what he already felt for you.

The first time you spent time with Solomon outside of class was during a group outing. You two were were nearly inseparable, and Asmo realized he didn't stand a chance. It wasn't only physical attraction that drew you together, but also unrelenting curiosity and wonder and fulfillment. If he didn't treasure your friendship, it would've been tempting to stop whatever was building between you. He pushed aside his disappointment and supported you instead, as a good friend should.

(And if Solomon hurt you, Asmo vowed to be there for you after he skinned the sorcerer alive.)

Asmo watched your relationship bloom in slow motion. You glanced at Solomon shyly from the corner of your eye in class, and the sorcerer trailed behind you and your demon friends like a puppy begging for your attention. He started sitting closer to you at lunch, and he came up with all sorts of excuses to invite you to Purgatory Hall, or to come see you at the House of Lamentation.

It didn't take long for Solomon to ask you out for a proper date. You didn't even realize it was a date until Asmo clarified that Solomon's motivations were romantic in nature. Your innocence would’ve been charming if it didn’t stem from your poor self-esteem. You didn’t believe someone as handsome as Solomon would want someone that looked like you, especially when he had witches and wizards and demons to choose from instead. You didn’t know Asmo and Solomon used to be a thing either, and you nearly canceled the date altogether when Asmo told you about their past.

“Why would he even want me? He had you, and you’re so ridiculously gorgeous it’s not even funny. If you weren’t enough to make him happy, then how could I?”

Asmo wasn't going to let you throw away something he knew you truly wanted. He reassured you and helped you get ready, and he waited with you in the foyer. He waved goodbye when Solomon arrived to take you to dinner. He was waiting for you when you got home, too.

Solomon walked you home at a respectable hour, and Asmo watched you both from one of the front windows. He’s not sure what you said to each other, but he witnessed your first kiss. Solomon cradled the back of your neck and you cupped his cheek. It was chaste and sweet, a few pecks of his lips pressing gently against yours, but Asmo could feel the turbulent emotions rolling off you both.

Asmo wiped away the tears trickling from the corners of his eyes before you came inside. He asked you how dinner was out of politeness; the dreamy looks on your faces when the kiss ended told him everything he needed to know.

Things between you and Solomon escalated quickly after that. You were radiating lust like Asmo had never seen before, and he knew who it was you were thinking of when you got yourself off with your hands and toys every night. The inconvenience of RAD classes didn't deter either of you, and Asmo noticed that Solomon was just as needy for you. The sorcerer stared at you with obvious hunger. On more than one occasion, Asmo noticed him readjusting himself discreetly when the mere sight of you made him hard in his uniform slacks.

Asmo couldn’t stop what was going to happen if he wanted to; it was only a matter of time before your dates and coy kisses led to more. He knew your feelings for each other were genuine, and he trusted Solomon not to hurt you.

(Asmo gave him the shovel talk and made it clear what fate awaited the sorcerer if he did.)

Asmo decided he could ignore his own jealousy and longing if it meant you could find the happiness you craved. He came up with an excuse to invite Simeon and Luke to the House of Lamentation for a weekend sleepover, and that gave you and Solomon privacy at Purgatory Hall for your first time together.

You asked Asmo to help you find something to wear for your special evening with Solomon. He stretched across your bed while you pulled clothes out of your closet and dresser, held them up to your body, and tossed them aside with frustrated huffs.

Asmo shook his head as more and more clothing ended up on the floor. "Sweetie, don't you think you're going just a touch overboard?" You were going to run out of clothes to wear at this rate.

You glared at him in the mirror. "You don't get it. This needs to be perfect." You picked up a cute black sweater and tossed that aside too.

Asmo frowned. "He adores you. You could wear a paper bag and he'd still want you." You stared at your feet while you fidgeted nervously. "Come on, talk to me. What's really bothering you?"

You crossed your arms over your chest and sniffled, but you wouldn't look at him. "What if he thinks I'm ugly?"

Asmo's jaw dropped open and he blinked at you. "What the hell are you talking about?"

You were in your bra and underwear, and you jabbed your finger at yourself, pointing out all of the so-called imperfections you were worried Solomon wouldn't like. You pointed out your breast size, your collection of scars and dimples and stretch marks, your hips and jiggly thighs. You even twisted around and glared at your ass in the mirror. You snapped the waistband of your underwear and wondered whether Solomon would judge your lingerie for not being sexy enough.

Asmo swallowed thickly and thanked his luck; there was a pillow across his lap that covered his poorly-timed erection. You were drawing his hungry eyes to all the things he loved about your body, and he wanted you desperately - he knew Solomon did too. He also knew this moment of self-loathing was a result of your human world upbringing. It was easy to forget that so much of your self-esteem was based on what others told you you were worth.

Asmo couldn't take it anymore. He willed away his erection long enough to hug you and stop your self-deprecating tirade. "You're beautiful, and Solomon is the luckiest creature in all the Devildom because he gets to spend tonight with you." He kissed your cheeks until your tear-stained frown turned into a reluctant grin at his silliness. "Now, how about I help you pick something to wear so you can get fucked senseless by that boyfriend of yours?"

Once you were ready, you left for your date while the others were watching a movie in the living room. Asmo watched you and Solomon walk out of view before he closed the front door with a sigh. No one bothered asking where you and Solomon were; if anyone knew what you two were really up to, no one said a thing.

Asmo invited you to his room after Solomon escorted you home the next day. You stopped trying to hide the limp in your gait when he shut the door behind you. Even beneath the scent of Solomon’s body wash, Asmo could still smell him on you. He ran you a bath and he examined your body as you undressed. Your neck and chest were thoroughly marked, but he didn’t the break skin. You sank into the warm water and stared at the ceiling while Asmo slipped into the bath beside you. He wrapped an arm around you, and turned your head to look at him.

“I didn’t know it could feel that way,” you whispered wonderingly, finally breaking the long silence that fell between you. You blinked back tears, but you smiled so happily. Asmo knew you found something special in this relationship, and he vowed to protect it. He held you close while you relaxed and let the water soothe your weary limbs. He washed your skin so you smelled faintly of roses instead of the ship-on-the-bottle brand Solomon used.

Asmo thought your first time with Solomon might help take the edge off the lustful urges you struggled with, but things burned brighter than before for both of you. You were slowly gaining confidence to explore your sexual desires with Solomon, and he was more than willing to give you whatever you asked of him.

Asmo came to terms with how perfect you seemed for each other. He watched the sorcerer fall harder for you than he had for anyone else before - including himself. You still confided in Asmo since he was the only demon you trusted with your personal, intimate confessions.

What worried him now was your growing interest in experimenting sexually with Solomon. From what Asmo gathered, you and Solomon were still engaging in relatively vanilla sex. Asmo knew Solomon well enough that it was only a matter of time before he started suggesting you try new things together. He also knew your experience with anything kinky was practically nonexistent.

Your heightened desire could be taken advantage of in the heat of the moment, and even though he doubted Solomon would do that, Asmo wanted to make sure you were informed and safe.

When you asked Asmo for advice on how to educate yourself, he already had a solution prepared. The Fall hosted special interest events from time to time. There was a special show he wanted you to see. He promised it was going to be hands-off for educational purposes only. You would watch it together, and afterwards he would answer all your questions.

You must've told Solomon that you were going to The Fall with Asmo, because he showed up at the House of Lamentation while you were getting ready. Asmo dragged him to his bedroom and hoped their angry voices wouldn't reach your ears.

"What do you mean, 'no?' Of course I'm coming with you!"

"Absolutely not."

"You can't stop me, Asmo. They're my lover, not yours. I should be there too."

"Don't start posturing with me. It's not about that and you know it. You can't come, Solomon. Not for this."

The sorcerer stepped into Asmo's space and his hands clenched into fists. "Tell me why."

"They need to decide for themselves what they like or don't like. I won't risk them trying to ignore their preferences to please you." Asmo bared his fangs - he wouldn't be threatened by him. "I'm doing this to protect them for both your sakes, so if you really care about them, back the fuck off."

Whatever Solomon was going to say next was interrupted by your knock on the door. The demon and sorcerer jumped apart so that you wouldn't think anything was amiss between them.

Solomon looked like he wanted to argue some more, but his anger deflated and he pulled you into a hug. "Call me later," he murmured against your temple. He shot Asmo one more glare over your shoulder before he stormed off.

As promised, Asmo took you to The Fall. He led you around the dancefloor to a plain door that led to the basement. The space was smaller and it was dimly lit. There was the slightest tinge of musk and iron in the air when you sniffed. You sat beside Asmo near the back of the room and observed what the other demons in the audience were - and weren't - wearing.

He reached for your hand and leaned over as the stage was suddenly bathed with red light. "Watch for now and we'll talk about it later. Let me know when you're ready to leave." You weren't sure what he meant, but you nodded anyway. You refocused your gaze on the demons that were making their way onto the stage.

While you sat entranced by what was happening on the stage, Asmo's attention was focused on you. He felt the way your interest ebbed and flowed with the different sex acts and kinks on display; your lust flared brightly when you saw something you liked, and it dulled to a simmer when you saw something you didn't. You couldn't lie to him about this, and this is why he didn't want Solomon here. He needed to read your honest reaction without letting Solomon's preferences affect yours.

The longer the show went on, the more intense the show became. You were growing less and less aroused by what you were seeing. Sometimes you squirmed awkwardly in your seat, or you looked down at your lap when you couldn't bear to watch. Asmo felt when the flare of lust suddenly vanished. When you turned suddenly and buried yourself into Asmo's side with a whimper, he knew it was time to go.

You were still shaking by the time Asmo got you home and into a bath. You weren't ready to talk about it yet and he wasn't going to rush you. You protested weakly when he led you to his bed to sleep, but he kissed your brow and hushed you. "Try to relax," he whispered. "Sleep and we'll discuss it tomorrow, whenever you're ready."

Asmo watched you fall asleep beside him, and he frowned when his D.D.D. vibrated on the nightstand. He made sure yours was turned off so you wouldn't be disturbed, but he must've forgotten to turn off his too. He reached for it carefully so he didn't wake you.

Solomon: I tried calling them but it went to voicemail. I was worried. Are they alright?

Asmodeus: We left when they felt ill. They're sleeping now.

Solomon. Fuck.

Solomon: I should be there. Can I come over?

Asmodeus: No, I'll take care of them tonight. When we're done discussing everything, you'll be the first to know.

The next day, you spent a lot of time in contemplative silence and occasionally asked Asmo questions about what you saw. He tried to give you straightforward answers that were free of judgement and shame - he was glad you were taking this seriously. You asked about positions and toys and tools, and he told you about safety measures and hard and soft limits and how to communicate those things to Solomon.

Asmo promised he would always be there to support you, and you appreciated it. He still wanted you to have the knowledge and confidence to advocate for your own desires and boundaries too. With his help, you wrote a list of things you wanted to try, and the things you already knew you were your limits.

When Solomon came over to see you, you handed him your list and waited for his input. He read it over once, and he asked some clarifying questions, and read it over again. Asmo was relieved when Solomon smiled and embraced you.

Asmo was there when you and Solomon finalized your list - the rules - that guided your sexual experimentation. It helped keep you both safe and satisfied. He knew you made adjustments to the rules as you explored your bodies and pleasure together. Over time you added things and removed things, and even though it wasn’t necessary, you still sought Asmo’s guidance along the way.

You and Solomon approached him together one day and discussed adjusting some of the rules so Asmo could join you for play. He didn’t expect it, but he sensed you both genuinely wanted it. Solomon’s stipulations were what Asmo expected. The sorcerer’s possessiveness for you was still strong, and he had specific limits for when and how Asmo could touch you.

In the end, Asmo agreed because he wasn't stupid, and he knew how to make the best of any situation. He wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to be with you, and he was curious about watching you and Solomon together. Those occasions were rare, but they were no less sweet or sexy or indulgent; he cherished them all.

Things fell into a routine between you, Solomon and occasionally Asmo. He watched you both push the limits of desire and decency together with amusement. You fucked in your dormitories or the vacant spaces of RAD where you could find a few minutes of privacy. Solomon was shameless about his desire for you, and you were desperate to have him. It was a delectable sight to witness.

Asmo sits at his vanity and smiles at the latest revision of the rules you presented to him earlier that day. There were new opportunities for Asmo's involvement in your bedroom activities. He's already imagining the possibilities since most of the previous limitations around his participation were adjusted or completely removed. Solomon's revisions are the most obvious; the sorcerer was always a bit of a voyeur.

Asmo thinks about the special dance at The Fall tomorrow night the three of you are attending. He reserved a private room at the club so whatever happens on the dancefloor can continue without the awkward walk home first.

He giggles with anticipation and bites his lip, nearly salivating at the thought of getting to touch you properly for the first time.

He can hardly wait.

#series: insatiable #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon x reader #obey me asmo x reader #solomon x reader #asmodeus x reader #solomon smut #asmodeus smut #obey me smut #omswd smut #obey me fanfic #omswd fanfic #x reader #afab!reader

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Proxies with a tired s/o (aka me<3)

Jeffrey Woods

He's someone who has energy all the time. Not exactly hyperactive but he's definitely more willing to be up and moving more compared to the others so don't expect him to be understanding of your situation not like he ever is. However due to his energy he can do all your tasks for you like getting you items, doing your chores, killing people for you, etc.

Sometimes when he sees that you're tuckered out from whatever you did that day he'll jump on the bed and get slumped for the next 8 hours with you. That's rare though so don't expect it much, what is expected from him is to draw on you while you're sleeping.

He loves taking naps. Expect him to consider napping together and cuddling as a date idea and it will become his favourite past time with you! Since he usually does get super long missions unlike the others he doesn't have a lot of time to nap with you so expect to be bed rotting with him on his off days.

Toby Rogers

However he will force you to wake up when you need to and will encourage you to do more motion activities with him if he wants to go out and explore the forest. Sometimes he'll manipulate you into doing things if you're extra stubborn with him. He barely gets to see you :( u can't be lazy all day! Don't you wanna spend time with him?

Very very busy man, he's always off on long winded absences or doing mundane tasks to help him feel needed. So expect him to not really interact with you unless he has nothing else to do, which is usually never. Oftentimes if he has a particularly bad encounter with The Operator he'll need to be close to someone to feel safe.

Tim Wright

My odd headcanon is that he gets more tired in the winter time so when the days get colder and the earth is covered in white expect to feel a warm presence next to you while sleeping soundly. Plus he hates the snow because it blinds him anytime he goes outside.

Brian is mixed on sleeping and taking frequent naps. He likes the peaceful feeling of going to sleep and the refreshing feeling afterwards he also likes to live in the moment and never miss a single second of his life. And due to his rather disturbing hobby, he has to be awake and alert to see and hear everything around him.

Brian Thomas

While he cannot sleep a lot himself, he loves that you sleep so much because it means you're safe and in the same place when he leaves. Then he knows where to find you and let's just say he has more than a dozen pictures of you sleeping so adorable. Don't blame him for it! You're the one who knew what you were getting into when you dated him, he's just doing what he feels is affectionate!

Once again we have a go getter, Jack is very busy and has many errands to run each day so he can't sleep with you a lot but Jack is neat and put together all the time (except for when he is eating) so he'll have the most lovely bed prepared for you to rest your pretty little head on while he's away doing important things.

Jack Nyras

When he gets back from feasting or doing his errands he'll clean himself off and do his chores he'll silently join you in bed and curl up to you and wrap a big clawed hand around your body and pull you close to cuddle with.

#creepypasta #jeffery woods #jeff the killer #toby rogers #ticci toby #tim wright #mh masky #brian thomas #mh hoodie #jack nyras #eyeless jack #pls ask #asks open #request #send anons #marble hornets #fanfic

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how poor are the weasley’s?

i think this question really just encapsulates jkr’s shitty world building because there are so many interconnected elements.

oh and as always fuck jkr for the antisemitism, transphobia, racism, holocaust denial, barely veiled misogyny and the rest of her sins.

why is there poverty in the first place?

in a world with magic where you can create practically anything but food out of nothing why are people poor. especially when the you can’t create food rule has the caveat if you already have food you can just duplicate it. moreover in a world where theoretically you can get everything you need with the right spell why do you need money? the answer in all likelihood is probably convenience because most people don’t have time to find the spell for this that and the other. but if you don’t have money theoretically there is still a away to provide for yourself. also i’m pretty sure there’s no lore against just conjuring gold so theoretically there’s no reason to be without money.

the weasleys and mismanaging their money

in harry and ron’s first train ride we get the introduction to the weasleys poverty and the frankly ludicrous mismanagement of their funds. first of all we get that percy got brand new robes not because he had grown out of his old ones but because he was made a prefect and that he also got a new owl. then we get ron who has bill’s old robes, charlie’s old wand and percy’s old rat and no money for the trolley just his least favourite sandwiches. now i’ll come back to my thoughts on the robes in a bit. now charlie’s old wand is a known plot hole but still why did he get a new wand especially considering that charlie graduated from hogwarts in the summer of 1991 if you have money to buy a wand at that point in time surely it should go to the child who needs a wand and doesn’t yet have one. but say charlie just really needed a new wand then use the spare cash you spent on percy’s robes and owl. like it just gives irresponsible to not dedicate money to the kid that needs it the most.

what are the indicators of the weasleys poverty?

i ask this because while poverty certainly manifests differently in different situations i find that the way the weasley finances are described and how they are portrayed to live don’t quite match up. now the big one is when they go to gringotts in CoS when all that’s in the weasley vault is a small pile of sickles and one galleon. but i’d also say that that is the only real indicator of the weasleys being poor because the two main other factors are the hand me down clothes and books. now i personally don’t find this to be an indicator of poverty at all i actually find it entirely normal. as some who had a school uniform (i went to state school in the uk) they are not cheap one full set of my uniform (blazer, jumper, shirt, kilt and socks) cost upwards of £200 and in a pair of shoes that will last at least the year and that’s at least another £50 or so. so it was the unquestionable norm in my school that if you had an older sibling who had spare uniform because they were graduated or had grown out of it then you would wear it (provided it was in good nick) and it was the same with textbooks the syllabus barely changed unless the entire national curriculum was updated so if you could inherit a textbook or set text you would, in fact you were at an advantage if it was for something like english lit because the annotations would already be there. and even if you didn’t have an older sibling in my school we were actively encouraged to buy second hand books. like i’m sorry but i just don’t accept hand me downs especially in this context as being a sign of poverty. now there are very big indicators of poverty that the weasleys don’t have (and obviously irl you can still be poor and not have these apply to you i just think it’s worth mentioning) which are food insecurity and housing insecurity.

now i would like to make it clear that i don’t think that the weasleys are particularly well off i just don’t think that they’re destitute in the way jkr wants the audience to believe (possibly because she’s never interacted with poverty on a significant level) which leads me into my next point.

comparative poverty

most of the times that the weasleys poverty is being examined it’s in the context of a comparison to either harry or the malfoys who are all significantly wealthy (the malfoys more so than harry) which provides a very skewed perspective of how poor the weasleys are because i’d wager that hermione (who is implied to be upper middle class considering her parents are dentists) would look poor certainly next to the malfoys. with harry it’s harder to say just because we really have no clue how rich harry actually is.

class vs money

now this is both related and unrelated but partially because of jkr’s very inconsistent writing of the weasleys being poor and her world building or lack there of but the weasleys very much come off to me like an upper class family. and this is a reminder that in the uk money and class are very different and that one does not inform the other. money can help you present your class but that’s about it. it is more than possible to be upper class and not have a pot to piss in (or in the forever iconic words of beverly: not have a pot in which to piss). and i think that the weasleys being an upper class family that lost their fortune at some point really informs some of their decisions like the fact that they are a single income household when after ginny goes to hogwarts i don’t really see why molly wouldn’t get a job. and the fact that when when arthur and lucius fight it’s generally about money and arthur being jealous of lucius’s fortune which would make even more sense if at one point the pair were equals in the social hierarchy. not to mention that the weasleys are part of the sacred twenty eight and class and blood status are very closely linked in the narrative.

all this to say that when you examine the nature of poverty in the wizarding world especially when your case study is the weasleys it makes very little sense. not only the first question of why is there poverty in the first place (and why the hell is there inflation i could write a whole separate think piece on this tapped fucking money system). but since it does exist how does it manifest itself? like bills aren’t really a thing because houses are powered by magic and rent isn’t really mentioned i don’t think, the weasleys own their house (another class indicator). it just really doesn’t make sense to me. also i haven’t really included ron being bullied for being poor by draco because the majority of people are poor compared to draco and draco is a dickhead eleven year old like i doubt he even knows how money works.

#fuck jkr #harry potter #hp meta #harry potter meta #ron weasley #molly weasley #arthur weasley #the weasleys #harry james potter #hermione granger #anti jkr #jkr is trash #i do not support jkr

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Pt 3/3 of the Babyspace Regressor Hcs!! :D

Some might be a bit out of character, but I don't like imagining Bi-Han as this mean, spiteful lover. Don't get me wrong, he isn't perfect and definitely needs to work through some issues, but he'd probably, eventually, realize that screaming at you for little things doesn't work in a relationship.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Bi-Han w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

❄️ He does adore you, even if he doesn't always tell you

❄️ Actually really likes baby regressors because he thinks they're less matiedence

❄️ Like, don't get him wrong, he'll love you no matter what headspace you regress to

❄️ But he doesn't have to chase a big kid around the house, or have to pick up after craft activities (which he'll still do because he loves you)

❄️ But he does prefer to just lay back and cuddle, maybe watch some cartoons if you want

❄️ . . . Unless you're an active regressor like Tomas, he's gotta keep on his toes!!

❄️ You were just sitting beside him, how on earth did you crawl all the way to the kitchen and start chewing on a fork in the minute he looked away??

❄️ You just giggle and show him your new fork friend, which he'll take away because he's a big meanie >:( (and he doesn't want metal in your mouth)

❄️ Is much more willing to buy you regression items than to buy himself stuff

❄️ Your his baby, of course he's going to spoil you

❄️ If you mention you like something, or look at it too long, expect it on your bed with a little note

❄️ No ifs or buts, he likes spoiling you and he's gonna do it >:(

❄️ Doesn't NOT like leaving you with others

❄ ️You're his baby!! He doesn't trust others to babysit you!!

❄️ Will also act like your the one dependent on him (no one believes him, he's just as clingy as you some days)

❄️ Although he gets really busy sometimes, so unfortunately you do need a babysitter (being the Grandmaster takes up a lot of his time unfortunately)

❄️ Tomas and Kuai Liang are his go to babysitters

❄️ ^ And surprisingly Raiden? He's very good with regressors, especially babyspace regressors

❄️ Favorite CG nicknames are Dada and Bi

❄️ Got super confused the first time you babbled in front of him and wondered if you were trying to tell him something important

❄️ ^ Don't worry, he got better over time

❄️ Babble encourager, but also gets so lost sometimes

❄️ Completely panicked the first time you needed something and all you could do was babble

❄️ Favorite nicknames for you are Snowflake, Sweetheart, Honey, and Little One

❄️ Doesn't really like going outside while your small

❄️ Not because he's embarrassed or ashamed of you (and he'll freeze anyone who dare thinks otherwise) but because it's easier to regress inside the comforts of your own rooms

❄️ Although if you wanna have a snow day . .

He won't say no

❄️ He'll take you outside, probably making you wear an outfit that you can barely move in, and will help you make a small snowman and snow angels

❄️ Usually he doesn't do PDA (massive cuddle bug behind closed doors though) but if your clingy out in public, he won't belittle you, that wouldn't be nice

❄️ You better believe you aren't leaving his side when your small

❄️ No Sir, he has a constant watch over you!!

❄️ What if you got hurt? Or crawled and touched something you shouldn't have? He can't chance it!!

❄️ Because of this, most times he'll carry you around on his hip or have you snuggle up to him

❄️ If you're super clingy, that's great!!

❄️ If you want a tiny bit more independence, just tell him and he'll change according to your preference

❄️ His favorite activity is cuddle time, where he can swaddle you and hold you for hours

❄️ But if you like playing a bit more, he can do tummy time

❄️ Would prefer you laying on him, but he guesses he can buy you a playmat 😒 (he'll look for the best one with little to no hesitation)

❄️ Finds it funny if you try to eat his nose, but will redirect you to a paci or chewie

❄️ If you ever regresser because of his anger issues or such, he'd feel so terrible

❄️ Tries his hardest to make it up too, he never meant to hurt you like that

❄️ Doesn't yell at you while you're small, but there have been a few close calls

❄️ Luckily, he's learnt a bit how to control his anger, and will instead give you the most nastiest ‘Knock it off’ glare if your being naughty on purpose

❄️ Although honestly, your so small and tiny, you rarely ever get the glare

❄️ How could he punish a baby for their crimes? You never meant to knock over your plate of food, he understands it was an accident

❄️ If you use diapers, he'll always make sure to have an extra box in his closet just in case

❄️ Another CG that's very sweet and comforting when it comes to diapers

❄️ Although warning, his fingers are really cold >:(

❄️ Actually, he's really cold in general

❄️ If you wanna cuddle him, you'll have to wear a few layers (a fuzzy onesie should be fine)

❄️ He'll also wrap you up in a few blankets before cuddling with you, just in case

❄️ While he does keep most of his intimidating persona (it's hard to drop, even around you) he does try to be more gentler because of how tiny you are

❄️ If you call him out for It, he'll pour and deny it, calling you silly

❄️ If someone else points it out, they're frozen on spot (Johnny almost missed his photo shoot because of it)

❄️ He'd use his powers to make you little snowflakes!!!

❄️ Like Rain, doesn't like using his powers for reasons he deems ‘silly’

❄️ But is also very prideful in his abilities, and adores showing them off

❄️ I just feel like he'd really like tapping your nose when you do something funky

❄️ Doesn't give much verbal praise, more kisses your temple and gives you a treat

❄️ If you want verbal praise though? Just tell him and he'll try his hardest

❄️ Man is usually a very tough and strict guy, but you melt his icy heart <3 (hehe)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I actually really like Bi-Han. Some people make him super mean (and I'm not saying he's not) but it gets intense sometimes. :(

Hope you enjoyed!! :D

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #age regression headcanons #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #mk agere #mk1 #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat 1 headcanons #bi han #mk1 bi han x reader #mk1 bihan #bi han x reader #cg bi han #caregiver bi han #mk bi han

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M!Kylar x F!Reader - Gaming (Part 1)

You and Kylar meet through League. Two dorks in love. Fluff. I could make it into GN!Reader but I need the reader to be female for the next part, so yeah. There's not much League things, it's more like a plot device. So anyone can read it, even if you don't play league I made it pretty vague on purpose. As always, love y'all!

No trigger warnings, unless you count in League. Kylar is Kylar. Yeah.

2.1k Words. Not including headcanons.

As your game came to an end, the bold letters flashed on the screen. Although the game wasn’t won, you still had a lot of fun. Especially since your support was good, and it seemed like the both of you had a good synergy.  

It was no surprise that you sent them a friend request and an invite to your next game, hoping to play some more with them. A feeling of joy rose up in your stomach as they accepted both invitations, their preferred lane positions already picked and ready. You were already ready to start the next game as well.  

As you started up the queue, you asked them the basics, getting to know them better. If your synergy together was as good as you suspected, you definitely wanted to play more with them. And you for sure wanted to keep them around if that was the case! Making new friends in-game was fun, after all.  

Music played on Spotify as your anonymous support was answering your questions. The answers were short and curt, giving your duo an aura of mystery around them. However, in the end you found out a few things about your lane partner.  

First off, they were a man, and his name was Kylar. He was also around the same age as you, he even studies computer science! Although his answers were short, his questions about you were plentiful. You answered most of them without a second thought, as long as they weren’t questions about your exact location. However, you didn’t mind giving him a vague answer, like which major city you live close to.  

You also made sure to cheer him up through the messages as best as you could when something didn’t work out on bot lane. His Nami was on point, he was actively using his ability to slow down the enemy, only to follow up with a bubble that would stun them, thus giving you a kill. But sometimes, things didn’t work out the way they were supposed to, all thanks to random visits from the enemy, which would catch both of you off guard.  

But you made sure to calm him down each time, giving sweet words of encouragement, effectively bringing him back to his composed state almost immediately, or at least, it looked that way after you saw his playstyle improve. You also made sure to praise him each time he did something good. Although you weren’t sure if it had any impact on him because of the lack of voice chat, you still hoped you made his day, since he kept writing back “Thank you.” each time you gave him a compliment.   

Unbeknownst to you, Kylar was a melting mess behind his computer screen after each time you have him a compliment. You were so nice and so easy to talk to! Not to mention, you were really good at the game. And you knew what to say to him to make him calm down. It’s like it was fate for both of you to meet!  

Oh, how much fun does he have playing with you. He was actually the first one to ask you to play with him next day, too. Kylar spent the whole day being online as soon as he woke up, since he didn’t want to miss you and he really, really wanted to spend more time with you. He has made sure to give you lots of compliments as well that day. 

Hiding behind the screen gave him the anonymity, hence making him more courageous. You appeared slightly later than usual, which made him worry as he started to overthink as to why you could be late by two hours compared to your usual time. So, it’s no wonder he went ahead and asked subtly, disguised under the pretext of asking how your day was.  

Oh, so you had to do some grocery runs and buy a few things! Oh, it’s getting colder, and you bought some sweaters, as well! He was sure you looked so good in the virgin killer you bought. Kylar is so sure you bought it for a potential meeting with him, his Darling dressing up all nice and pretty just for him.  

Although he didn’t know how you looked like yet, he was sure you were just the most beautiful Goddess on earth. It’s impossible for someone as kind and nurturing as you to not be beautiful to him! 

He could only hope that you felt the same excitement whenever you spent time with him. You had to. Otherwise, why spend time with him? You surely had a thing for him too. You had to.  

The more you played with Kylar the more attached you got. He was fun to text to and play with, and his mysterious nature made you more curious about him. You tried asking more questions over the last few weeks and lately, you’ve been curious about what he sounds like. At some point your head made up a deep voice, fitting for his mysterious personality.  

It didn’t take long for you to take matters into your own hands, asking him whether not he wanted to join a Discord call with you. You were so ready to hear his voice. The thought actually made you all giddy and excited. As you exchanged Discord nicknames, you glanced at the screen. His nickname was Yamada-Kun, the same as his in-game nickname. He also had a picture of Yamada from ‘leveling up Yamada-Kun to lv999’.  

Your heartbeat quickened up as you clicked the call button, ready to hear Kylar’s voice for the first time. Kylar answered instantly, which surprised you. You barely even heard the Discord call noise; you were instantly connected to a call with him.  

Kylar shuffled about in his room, stumbling over his things. His hands felt shaky. His hands were sweating. He dried his hands by brushing them against his pants, hopefully less sweaty now. Kylar was so excited that he knocked over the microphone by mistake! Getting it took some time, since he had to be sneaky about it, but it was so worth it. Now his Darling can hear him in the highest possible quality! He was such a good boyfriend for you! 

As the microphone fell, you shrank a little at the noise, curious as to what happened. “Hello?” you said. “Is everything okay, Kylar?”. 

Your voice was so nice to him, so pretty and calming. It felt so good to hear you that he almost forgot about the microphone completely. He gingerly picked it up and placed it back on his desk. Then, he cleared his throat. “Y-Yeah, I’m good. My microphone just fell.” 

Oh, he did not sound like you expected. Not in a bad way, of course! You didn’t expect him to sound so shy and nervous, that’s all. But it was so cute that you just had to tease him. 

“Feels good to finally hear you, my Dear Duo! I was so excited. And I’m still excited for playing today. You ready?” 

Although you couldn’t see it, Kylar was nodding his head repeatedly, black locks of hair flying around and messing up his hairstyle, making it more messy than usual. “Y-Yeah, that sounds absolutely great, my Lovely.” 

Oh, he was using back pet names as well. He was so shy you thought he wouldn’t use it. You leaned back in your chair, pulling up League and logging it, then picking your preferred role to play before inviting Kylar to the game.  

God, his voice was so nice to listen to, even with all the stuttering and occasional voice cracks when he complimented you on nice actions you did in-game. It was so soft and delicate. Your ears felt hot and you felt a flush come to your cheeks as you listened to his voice. You desperately wanted to hear more, so you gradually asked him more questions, which he seemed to answer gladly, happy to satisfy your curiosity.  

The atmosphere on call was comfortable and it was nice to talk to someone during ranked games. Whenever he gave you a compliment or used a pet name, each time more confident than the other, you felt your stomach buzzing with energy.  

You reflected the same energy back to him. You did have some kind of crush on him. But that’s because he seemed so curt and mysterious in the beginning, and now you found yourself falling for how cute and shy he was being on voice.  

Your throat sometimes squeezed up, making it harder for you to say what you wanted. You didn’t even notice when you started to get nervous whenever you complimented him. Or used a pet name. You don’t remember when the last time was you felt so hot and giddy around someone else.  

But you knew that the feeling, despite it being slightly uncomfortable, made you feel mostly good. Happy.  

With how cold it was getting lately, your hands started to gradually become cold, to a point where you just couldn’t bear it anymore.  

“I think I should lay down and heat up, Kylar. My hands are cold as fuck.” You said. You exited the game and started to slowly close up other tabs you might have had open.  

“You could lay down a-and I’ll stream for you, Love! P-Please stay!” he sounded so desperate, it almost made you feel bad for wanting to go and lie down. A chuckle left your lips. He was so adorable. Like a bunny. 

“Sure. I’ll call from my phone in a few minutes. Need to change into my night clothes. Be right back, Darling!” and so you ended the call. You got ready and as soon as you laid in the bed, Kylar instantly called you, almost as if knowing you are in bed already. Huh. He must have some crazy 6th sense.  

You answered the call, getting comfortable under the covers. You already felt warmer, but not warm enough. Kylar pulled up some videos on YouTube as you guys chatted. Soon enough, he changed to Osu instead, showing you off his skill. Trying his best to impress you.  

“Jesus, my hands still feel so cold. F-fuck, my whole body is cold.” you mindlessly complained, snuggling more into the comfort of your quilt and soft pillows, impatiently waiting for your body to generate enough warmth. 

“I can be your blanket, Love!”  

You almost choked on your salvia as your breath hitched, suddenly feeling shy as you mulled over his words. He wants to cuddle you. Or was it something else? You felt so light-headed you weren’t really sure. You hid your face in your covers. 

“S-Sure. And I can be your pillow.” 

This time it was Kylar’s turn to blush. He stopped whatever he was doing in Osu, his brain short circuiting. He destroyed his own streak on the current Osu map he was playing and because of the level difficulty you soon heard an old retro melody that would signal that the map has been failed.  

His hands felt... Grabby. He desperately wanted to hug you. Feel you under his fingers. Give you the warmth you need. Slightly sweaty, too. He gulped. 

“W-We should meet up, if you really want to c-cuddle, Love.... Can we meet? Please, Love. I want to meet with you so badly. Give me the address and I’ll come as fast as possible, no matter how far you are.” 

His phone was already in the palm of his hand, looking up how far the busses and trains in his area would cost and how far they can take him. He was pretty serious about it.  

You felt so embarrassed by your words. You gripped your pillow tighter, bringing it close to your chest. You were unsure on what to say as you contemplated your next words. You really wanted that hug. 

“Okay, but... Only if you are somehow not that far away. Okay? You can come to (address)” you said. It wasn’t your home, but a place that was near enough. A gas station. A place where there are always people. It’s late and it would be the safest.  

Kylar immediately looked up the place and noticed it’s 40 minutes away by buss. He started grinning, a red flush took over his cheeks, reaching his ears and neck. He gripped his phone tighter, already packing things he might need into his bag.  

“G-Great. I’ll be there in an hour and a half! Jus-st wait for me, Love!” he ended the call, getting ready to meet up with you as fast as possible while you collected yourself and thought about what you have gotten yourself into.  

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A few other things I've thought about while writing this one.

Some Kylar headcanons ahead!

They are probably into Otome dating games.  

In games like Osu! or Killing Floor, they are a casual player.  

More competitive games make them aggressive, although they don’t show it on chat if there’s a penalty. 

They do, however, make noises/sounds of frustration, maybe slamming their hand against the desk or keyboard, but never anything full-on destructive. 

Of course, Kylar will hold those reactions back when playing with you! 

To be honest, you have a calming effect on them.  

I feel like Kylar would be a Nami main when it comes to support, alternatively other cute champs like Lulu, Soraka, Lux. But enjoys an occasional Pyke or Senna.  

You bet they play anime songs/openings, Hatsune Miku or other Japanese music while beating the maps on Osu! 

If they are not playing anime songs/openings, they sure as fuck play emo/scene music. Pierce The Veil, Breaking Benjamin, Asking Alexandra. Sounds about right to me. Oh yeah, also listens to Night Core.  

I feel like at first, they would be court and short when it comes to messages. Mostly because they are shy and so they would seem cold at first. And yeah, you can’t hear their stuttering. 

But writing stutters and such also suits them lmao. I think they would use a lot of (…) whenever they write something. 

I am sure they would be voiceless at first because they would need to steal a microphone/headphones with microphone first, just so they can talk to you. 

#loving's writing #dol kylar #kylar the loner #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar degrees of lewdity #kylar x reader #male kylar #dol kylar x reader #kylar dol #dol x reader #dol #degrees of lewdity x reader #degrees of lewdity

[phantoms-lair]

Hero's Spirit: A Vision of Nightshade

All For One did not reach the age of over 200 by not listening to his medical professionals.

He was still looking for a faster way to regain his full vision, but until then the Doctor had recommended him using a cyberpathy quirk to look through security cameras and such, so he wouldn't be out of practice with light levels, colors, and shape recognition.

He didn't enjoy it, because he disliked having his consciousness out of his body (at least unless it was going to be a permanent transfer). But he recognized the value of the Doctor's orders and did a few short bursts a day.

During one of these he noticed Tomura's little rival, Midoriya. (He would allow it until All Might finally chose a successor, then he'd encourage Tomura to switch over.) Midoriya was talking to a young woman on the sidewalk he seemed to know, who was speaking to him fondly. Maybe she had been his baby sitter when younger, or a neighbor? He focused the camera in on her.

She was beautiful, with long dark hair and purple eyes and lips that made a stark contract over pale skin. All For One felt his pulse quicken through his weak connection to his body as his heart pounded in his chest. His mouth when dry and his palms began to sweat. What was this feeling? It had been so long since he felt it? Ah, right. Abject Terror.

He slammed back in to his body and immediately opened the communication like to the League of Villain's current hideout.

"Shigeraki Tomura you will immediately cease any activity targeting Midoriya and any focusing one UA class 1A that might involve him." Tomura, predictably, did not like this announcement. "No! You said I could destroy the things I hate! And I HATE him."

"Tomura if you continue this vendetta we will both die."

"This is stupid! I'm not afraid of All Might-" "Nor am I. He is a pathetic worm that will one day die at your hand. But Midoriya is under the protection of Nightshade." Fear shone in speaking her name.

"Never heard of a hero by that name." Tomura began scratching at his neck.

"Not a hero, no." Kurogiri tilted his head in thought. "Was Nightshade not the name of the first villain?"

"It was. It is. I knew her well, as we had been allies for a time. She didn't seek power, but wielded it effortlessly. Personal power, power over others. She had amassed an army of those with powerful quirks even at the dawn of them and laid waste to the United States. She had been fond of the first hero, you see, though he was never credited as such. And the American Government not only killed him, they covered up all he had done, to ensure he was forgotten and their mistake never came to light. She crippled the country which at the time boasted the strongest military force in the world." "But she was stopped. I mean, America's still a country."

All For One shook his head. "No. She stopped when anyone even tangentially involved in the decision and those who defended them were dead. No quirk affected her, and he quirk could not be stolen. She is an untouchable wildcard who will slaughter thousands to make her point. She has chosen Midoriya as hers. Do Not Touch Midoriya Again!"

#Ghost Writing #Hero's Spirit #BNHA #Danny Phantom #Izuku doesn't know who Sam in #Just that she's from the Realms #And she sees him as Danny's successor rather than Danny himself #Which is such a breath of fresh air #Incidentally the Sludge villain that killed Izuku triggering Danny's power to awaken in him? #Found dead in his cell with all manner of plant life growing out of his corpse

[kaija-rayne-author]

I guess the discourse today is about Astarion being the favourite poster boy of the devs to the detriment of the other characters.

Yes. That's unequivocally true. Wyll having so little compared to Astarion is also an example of racism.

It's also capitalism. Larian can't make more games unless BG3 does well. So far it has, so in their choice of poster boy they chose correctly.

Every business, especially entertainment ones, follows a similar model. Develop stories or games that the previous game helped fund. It's common in book publishing too.

(Which, tbf, is my realm of knowledge, but the business facts are the same.)

What you, if you're indie, or the publisher, if not, chooses to spend time on is the thing/character/aspect/story that will sell the most copies so they can stay in business.

They bet on Astarion being popular because:

1. Vampire, vampire stories don't seem to get old. People want more.

2. White hair, if you're at all into gaming or anime, you should recognize the white-haired anime boy coding Astarion has.

3. He's pretty. In games & books like these, people want to get turned on or be sucked into emotions, that's rather the point. So, of course, they made him pretty and gave him an angsty backstory about it. Have you noticed that his vampire fangs are the more traditional style and the rest have funky (and likely more efficient) chompers with the fangs on the front teeth?

4. Twink, you'd have to be really not paying attention to not notice that one. They tend to be attractive to the largest section of players.

6. Slow burn, a lot of people prefer slow burn romance.

7. Classically handsome. You could turn him into a statue (and can!) and he wouldn't look out of place.

I don't experience this type of point form character building, my characters tend to march fully formed into my head and demand I write them.

But Astarion was built as a fictional character that would (hopefully) capture a broad cross-section of players and give the game some more sex appeal.

Sex sells.

I'd lay money I don't have on every aspect of Astarion's character having been a deliberate choice to encourage sales.

And that's fine. That's what capitalism does. Don't like it? Start voting for social support programs and things like ubi so that people can create without worrying about the bills.

Is it fair to the other characters and to the gamers who love other characters more than Astarion? Absolutely not. I do hope Larian gets the message and produces more content to make them all equivocal.

Especially for Wyll, they did him so dirty.

Is Wyll having the least lines and scenes racist? Yup.

Larian, despite their faults, produced something that so few games companies have done recently. A single purchase, single player RPG without micro-transactions that was an excellent game straight from release.

Other games companies are bitching about that because it's like sand in the oyster of their business models.

Which, for a while now, has been to roll out a game that wasn't ready yet and use the players as unpaid, uncompensated labour to find bugs etc. As a gamer, I've really hated that.

Did Larian fuck up? Uh, yeah. On several issues. But they also made an amazing game that was awesome from release.

It would be a shame to lose sight of that.

It's important to call out the shite when we see it, but the current 'it has to be perfect for me, or I won't play' attitude rampant on the 'net these days is disturbing to say the least.

I've read Larian has a feedback thing on fridays. If this really bothers you, hustle on over and participate in the feedback session.

They're still actively working on the game. They can still make changes and they seem reasonably responsive to fan feedback.

But just remember... the reason Astarion is the poster boy with the most content is because of capitalism. It was likely a cold, business focused decision vs anything else.

Which doesn't make it better. I just figured inserting a bit of entertainment business knowledge might be helpful to the discussion.

#bg3 astarion #bg3 #KaiPlaysBG3 #Larian #Larian studios #larian critical #bg3 critical

[incorrectbatfam]

What kinds of babies would the batkids be if Bruce adopted them from the start?

I did another ask here a while ago talking about what if the batfam were adopted as babies, which I’m using as a frame of reference. While it’s not totally accurate to their canon age differences, I kinda like how it worked out. 

Dick is mobile from the get-go. He crawls as soon as Bruce puts him down, tries to climb out of his crib, and is the reason the high chair has a seatbelt. Things only get worse when he learns to grab and stack things. Bruce walks in on him climbing a teetering tower of toys to reach the cereal box, and he just barely catches him before it topples over. Everyone thinks Jason is the reason for the child leash, but it’s actually Dick after he got lost at the museum. He’s the most outwardly affectionate of all the children, but his Terrible Twos are also the worst when he uses his limited vocabulary to argue with Bruce at every step. He’s also jealous when he’s no longer an only child and makes a big fuss at first before accepting it. 

Although Barbara has her own parents, the Waynes and the Gordons are very familiar with each other, both through Bruce and the Commissioner’s friendship and babysitting each other’s kids. Dick is more active, but Barbara learns to speak first and can even read the alphabet by the time they’re in daycare. Her parents try to limit screen time at home, but at the Manor, she learns to ask Alexa to play Little Einstein. Dick is also personally offended when he offers her his favorite candy and she goes blegh. 

Cass comes 3 years later, and she’s the baby you can’t let out of sight unless you feel like searching the whole house. She’ll hide anywhere, from under the bed to the trunk of the car. Selina suggests a cat bell, but Cass quickly learns to take it off. At first they think it’s because she’s shy, but it turns out she just prefers to watch people from a distance. Playing the Barbie ballerina music draws her out, though, because she loves twirling around. Cass learns sign language from her aunts Harley and Ivy first, and she makes up some of her own gestures to signal what she wants. Her hair was longer until Dick got peanut butter in it and they all agreed it’s easier to keep it short. 

Harper and Cullen are a year apart from each other, with Cullen being Cass’s age. They’re adopted at the same time, though, because it took a while for Bruce to prove that their bio father isn’t fit to be a parent. As a toddler, Harper is pretty independent, including dressing herself and using the bathroom. She likes to take things apart, so Bruce keeps expensive devices out of her reach—not that it works for long (see: Dick). She’s the most vocal baby and the first to learn “bad words” like poo-poo head. She’s the messiest though, often leaving things out and getting upset when people put her things away because she needs them. 

Cullen, on the other hand, is more shy from their previous household and takes some time to warm up to people. Bruce encourages him to ask for what he wants and always reassures him that there’s plenty to go around. The first person he grows close to is Cass, who takes him under her wing in a protective way. Together, they like to play pretend as mythical creatures or flip through picture books together despite not knowing how to read. He has a hard time falling asleep, so Bruce reads him stories until he does. On stormy nights, he goes to either Harper or Dick and will climb into their beds without warning. The first time that happened, Dick thought it was the monster from his closet and screamed so loud he woke everyone else up. Once Cullen learns how to use the remote, getting him away from the TV is a daily struggle. 

Jason is a year younger than Cass, and he’s a bit of a coin flip. Most days, he’s perfectly well-behaved and will quietly play by himself, especially with the pop-up books. Other days, he’ll throw the worst tantrums and break whatever he gets his hands on. He fights with Dick the most because at the time, he’s the youngest and can get away with more. Eventually, things even out a little and he fits perfectly into the fun-and-mischievous role, earning the affectionate title of Papa’s Little Nightmare, which he wears like a badge of pride whenever he licks people’s forks or sticks his finger up Bruce’s nose. He also likes to watch Alfred cook and his birthmark is his white streak. 

A full five years later is Tim, a quiet but observant baby who can learn fast by watching others. He picks up now to climb the banister from Dick, hide in tight spaces from Cass, how to use a hammer from Harper, what shows to watch from Cullen, and how to argue from Jason. He and Jason don’t get along at first because Jason felt like he was being replaced, but they eventually learn to coexist. Tim’s first toy to himself is a plastic camera that shows pictures of cartoon characters. He’s the kid that asks tons of questions, like why Bruce and Selina lock themselves in the bedroom. He also likes to explore and believes any unfamiliar creature is an alien. 

I know canonically Steph and Duke are a few years apart, but as babies I headcanon them as “twins” born on the same day to different parents and are two years younger than Tim because it’s cute and chaotic. Sometimes they share things, like their bedroom and toys. Other times, they get double, like two birthday cakes. At least once a week, they’ll try and confuse people by swapping clothes. Duke makes up stories and Steph scribbles out the scenes—sometimes she even does it on paper. If the house isn’t a mess before, then it definitely is with them when Bruce finds fruit gummies in the couch and shoes in the microwave. Instead of blankies and stuffed animals, Steph falls asleep clutching a box of toaster waffles and Duke with a bear-shaped honey bottle. Duke tells anti-jokes that he finds hilarious (“Knock knock” “Who’s there?” “Me!”) while Steph flat-out roasts people (“Dickie smells like icky”). They have concerts where Steph scream-sings while Duke bangs pots and pans. Steph prefers to be on Bruce’s shoulders while Duke clings to his leg. There’s a big Get Along shirt for when the siblings fight, but Steph and Duke just wear it for funsies. Because Tim sometimes gets overlooked, they follow him around like baby ducklings and think he’s the coolest sibling. 

Carrie, who’s two years after Steph and Duke, is the most imaginative baby and will loop people in as her side characters. Usually her roleplays involve being wilderness adventurers, after she watched Dora The Explorer. She likes to run around, often wearing a towel cape, and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty or play with things like bugs. She’ll only do baths if she can bring her snorkel and her many pool toys. In the car, no one wants to sit in front of her because she’s a seat-kicker. She’s easily wired even with just a little bit of sugar, so whenever another kid mad at Bruce, they’ll give her a whole bag of candy and set her loose. 

Damian is the last one and is three years younger than Carrie. He’s the smallest baby because he was born preterm, and Bruce is also worried because he rarely cries. But when he does, he won’t stop until he wears himself out. Carrie is the most protective of him and Tim thinks he’s secretly an alien (after seeing him hooked to machines in the hospital). Whenever Talia visits, he’ll systematically show her his toys, including his favorite stuffed cow. Besides Mama and Dada, his first words are animal sounds. He also likes art and will poke his head in whenever he sees his siblings drawing. If he senses someone having a bad day, he’ll sit outside their door and wait for them to come out. 

#bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #cullen row #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #harper row #carrie kelley #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batgirls #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #dc comics #headcanon #alternate universe #tw abuse mention #tw hospital #tw angst #long post #ask #anonymous

[vrabbiit]

Could you write a oneshot of glamrock freddy x reader where he is overworked and stressed so the reader manages to pull some strings to have the glamrocks get a day off. But freddy feels bad and tries to work anyway but the reader just goes

'Sit yo ass back down'

that i absolutely can, anon! this ended up being in hc form, i hope that's ok!!

There weren't a huge amount of perks to your job maintaining the animatronics at the Pizzaplex. Long hours, little thanks from management, and general stressful work were offset by a slightly higher-than-average pay, and the knowledge that even if they refused to admit it, you were indispensible. Which meant that while you didn't have many bargaining chips, you still had a foot in the door when it came to making decisions about the robotic stars of the show.

That's why, when you came to your higher-ups demanding that the Glamrocks took a day off, it was (albeit reluctantly) accepted. You'd spouted enough jargon about the animatronics' fans and their programming that they didn't understand to convince them that there was a very real need for this day off, and technically you weren't lying. Constant running of any electrical equipment can cause its functioning to decline, and the robots in the Pizzaplex were no exception. However, that wasn't the real reason you'd so adamantly advocated for them to have some time away from the spotlight (separately, though, as to not distress the patrons of the mall too much - that was management's caveat).

The reason stood in front of you, eyeing the door to his room - the one you were conveniently blocking his path too.

Freddy had accepted, even encouraged, the others to have time off. He'd backed you up to his bandmates when they'd floundered at the idea of having time to themselves. For all intents and purposes, he should have been the easiest to leave to his own devices.

Except that the bear was an absolute workaholic.

You understood it, sympathised with the guy, it was even part of the reason you were so fond of him (not that you were quite ready to admit it to yourself). But it would be a lie if you said that a huge part of this decision wasn't made for him. It wouldn't have been too noticeable unless you were as close to him as you were, but he'd been... worn down, recently. While he did his best to still give the same energetic performances, you'd noticed the internal struggle he was having to keep those energy levels high. He was suffering from burnout, but he didn't even seem to realise.

And now, he was trying to tell you he didn't need a day off. That while it was good for the others, he didn't need the rest. You called bullshit, of course. It takes a long conversation (which is more like a thinly veiled argument, because if there's one thing that Freddy hates more than being called out on his hypocrisy, it's apparently actively being confrontational) for you to finally level with him and get him to understand that not only are you not stupid, but you're worried about him.

Framing it as your concern instead of an attempt to stop him from working doing what he loves helps him understand your point of view a lot better, and when it becomes clear that you're not going to budge unless he actually rests and stops trying to sneak past you out of the door, he finally acquiesces.

On one condition: that you spend the day with him so he doesn't get bored.

#fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x reader #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

“It’s okay. They’re gone now.”, but with the reader stopping Mark Heathcliff from committing death and saving him from le Alternates

After you finally arrived at Mark's house--having exceeded several speed limits in doing so--you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, hands still gripping the steering wheel despite the car being off.

You had no idea how you managed to drive all the way here when your mind was so preoccupied with worries and fears. But you made it anyways, despite him telling you over the phone several hours ago that you really shouldn't come.

Given the rise in Alternate activity all over Mandela County...why wouldn't you?

Why wouldn't you wanna be with the man you knew and loved?

You, him, Sarah, and Cesar grew up in this county together, having known them since you were around 4-5 years old.

All of you went to the same elementary school, becoming practically inseparable since the day you met each other.

Although most of your earliest childhood memories faded into the back of your mind, there was one in particular that always stuck with you:

The time Mark presented his class with the story of an "imaginary friend" lurking in the darkness of his house--who was actually an Alternate that spared him for some unknown reason.

He was sent down to the office by the concerned teacher and was harshly reprimanded by his parents for drawing "demons".

You and Cesar didn't see him until recess, where he sat all alone, bursting into tears when you asked if he was okay. You comforted him and reassured him you liked his story, saying that everyone who laughed or stared at him were "weirdos", which made him laugh a little. And he became your best friend ever since.

Looking back, you realized that encounter left a profound impact on him, given how he's grown up with heavy devotion to God: always going to church, praying before every meal and before going to sleep, writing affirmations in his notebook, refusing temptations to smoke weed, and more.

The truth was that he held extreme religious guilt all his life, along with an irrational fear of the dark. His mental health was never the best as he struggled with self-worth a lot of times, but you stuck by his side as a supportive friend, and he appreciated it more than you knew. Even Sarah saw how good you've been towards her brother.

Around the start of high school, Mark fell for you hard and fast, but never worked up the courage to ask you out until Cesar suggested that he invited you to the end-of-the-year dance. With some encouragement, he finally did and was shocked when you immediately said "yes".

And, well...the rest is history.

You've been dating for about a year now, and your presence continues to be a comfort for him, especially on the difficult days where he felt like God had "turned his back" on him.

And with the ongoing Alternate threat, your commitment to this relationship was ultimately tested as you two tried existing as a normal couple, while always being cautious about everything.

That being said....it was most unusual for Mark to miss school.

Sarah and Cesar were both out of town, so he didn't have any reason to be absent.

Then you got a call from him after you got back home, with your boyfriend informing you that he was sick, keeping the conversation rather short as he insisted that you didn't come over, worried that you'll catch whatever he got.

But what confused you the most was how he described his "sickness", claiming that he had a stomach bug....yet when he called you the next day, he said it was the common cold.

Even he seemed perplexed when you asked him which one it was.

That response was extremely suspicious. You knew he was a good and honest man--and he sure as hell knew the difference between the two.

Unless...that wasn't actually your Mark...

Something was definitely wrong, and you wanted to find out what.

So you drove over to his place under the cover of nighttime, taking a metal bat with you in case you had to break any windows or bash an Alternate's head in.

Hopefully, it didn't come to the latter...but you never know.

You would've taken up a firearm as the broadcast advised all residents to in the face of an Alternate encounter, though Mark already had a gun. Even so, you figured it's better to have a different kind of backup weapon in case he misfired or bullets proved ineffective.

Not wanting to waste any more time, you got out of the car and entered the house, immediately learning it was unlocked. That alone caused your anxiety to spike as you frantically searched for Mark.

It wasn't long before you heard the sounds of muffled sobbing coming from his bedroom. You were relieved to hear he was still alive, and knocked on the door in a specific rhythm that 100% confirmed it was you and nobody else.

The sobs eventually stopped and you heard sniffling on the other side.

"[Y/n]...?"

"Yes, it's me, Mark." You gently called out. "It's alright. You can open--"

"You'retoolatetoolatetoolatetoolate..."

Hearing the sudden eerie whispers from behind you, you shivered as you glanced over your shoulder...immediately wishing you stayed ignornant.

There at the end of the hallway, you spotted a tall shadowy figure with glowing white eyes staring back at you.

Its hair.

Its suit.

That rose in its pocket.

It looked a lot like-

You didn't have time to fully register what or who you were exactly looking at, as the door flew open and you were yanked inside the room by the arm.

The Alternate saw its opportunity and laughed hysterically. "THANK YOU, FRIEND-D-D!!" It cackled in a horrid, distorted voice before it began charging down the hallway at a near-blinding speed.

But luckily it didn't get in as you kicked the door shut on its face, quickly locking it as it wrestled for control over the doorknob. All the while, it shrieked angrily, cursing you and Mark in several different voices--one of them sounding like Cesar's--and knocked rapidly, desperate to break the door down.

Eventually, though, all of that stopped and you backed away, seeing the shadows underneath the door lingering for a few long moments...before they faded away.

Only now did you see it was riddled with a bullethole or two.

Finally breathing a sigh of relief, you turned around and saw Mark curled up in the corner of the bedroom, the gun by his feet and a bible hugged to his chest.

"Mark.." You were utterly shattered at his disheveled state as you approached and kneeled down in front of him, taking in everything.

His face was sweaty and stained in tears, heavy bags were under his eyes, and he was completely shaken. He looked as though he hadn't slept in ages, flinching as you reached out to him.

It ached your heart to see him jump to the brief assumption that you're an Alternate, but you cupped his cheek ever-so gently, and his shoulders relaxed.

"It's really me, sweetheart..it's me. I'm here." You murmured, wrapping him up in a hug which he instantly melted into, utterly exhausted from everything.

He started sobbing again, burying his face into your shoulder as he mumbled incoherent things, his voice hysterical. You just rubbed his back, hushing him softly.

This just confirmed your worst fear.

He wasn't sick at all.

That thing got inside his home, keeping him hostage here while fooling you into thinking he was alright and had a small cold...when in reality he was suffering and likely being induced with M.A.D.

Thank god you outsmarted it.

Otherwise..you had no idea what could've happened. You didn't even wanna think about it.

"It's okay. They're gone now.." You soothed as your hand stroked the back of his hair, feeling him letting go of the bible so he could hug you as well, clinging desperately to you.

This felt so..familiar.

It's like you were at recess all over again, comforting this scared, lonely boy who witnessed unimaginable horrors.

A minute or so passed before the sobs that filled the room fell into silence, aside from the occasional sniffles. But even after Mark was calm enough to let you go, he kept his head bowed, afraid to look directly into your eyes.

He's still terrified that it got in somehow, wearing your skin, and that this was all just a trick; he didn't want the illusion to be shattered.

Though as you gently cupped his tearstained cheeks, he was finally able to see that it's really you in front of him.

You're still you.

His lips trembled as you planted a gentle kiss on them, before you leaned back to brush away the tears. You had to blink back your own, wanting to be strong for his sake.

Finally Mark spoke, his voice still hoarse from all the screaming he's done before you arrived. "H-How..did you know..?"

"I just..had a bad feeling." You shrugged. "That thing tried mimicking you when it called me, saying you were sick and not to come over here.."

"It did...?" His eyes widened in horror. "It..It must have used the other phone out there...fuck-!!"

He crumbled again, clinging to you for support. His body shuddered several times, the realization sinking in.

That Alternate tried its hardest to keep you two separated. It knew that you were closest to him and wanted to ensure that he died all alone, without you ever knowing what really became of him.

It could have worn his skin and targeted you next.

But it failed.

Thank god.

You held him tightly, rubbing his back again. "Shh, it's alright. Clearly, those freaks can't fake an illness for shit. It wasn't gonna fool me and keep me away from you. Not my sweet angel."

"...I-I don't know what I'd do without you, [y/n].." He began weeping, this time in joy and relief. "God finally heard me...! I-I was starting to think He just...left me all alone. But H-He knew I needed help and...and you came.."

"I did. He's with you, and so am I." Smiling softly, you let him cry for a few moments longer, before you helped him to his feet. You both exchanged another kiss; this one lasted much longer, proving that your love was going to triumph over those demons.

Once you broke the kiss, Mark sniffled as he rubbed his eyes. "C-Can we get out of here now? I-I'll..tell you everything later."

"Yeah." You nodded, taking him by the hand. "Let's go while we still can."

#this good christian boi deserves better fr #clanask #anonymous #mandela catalogue x reader #the mandela catalogue x reader #mark heathcliff x reader #hurt/comfort #angst/horror

[sleepingdeath-light]

yandere hcs + complacent s/o hcs ; emmet

requested by ; anonymous (17/07/23)

fandom(s) ; pokèmon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; emmet

outline ; “I NEED YANDERE EMMET PLEASE RAAAAGH!!! 😭‼️ (and an s/o who’s ok with it because they take it as “awwww he loves me” but they don’t understand that this man is at “I’d kill Arceus for you” levels of love 😂)”

note ; this isn’t as overtly yandere as some of my other posts, but i can’t see emmet going the whole way and slaughtering people for his s/o so much as he just gets a bit obsessive over them (also i haven’t written for him in a while so apologies if this is a bit shaky lol)

warning(s) ; yandere!emmet, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, unhealthy dynamic

emmet had always been a peculiar character in your eyes, even before the two of you became an item, so you never really thought to question some of his more outlandish behaviours when it came to your relationship

his possessive streak and obsession with you were, to you at least, as normal as his unwavering grin or his repetition of ‘i am emmet’ whenever he was speaking to someone — they were just another part of him that you accepted as any loving partner would

(it’s also not the most obvious to others unless they know him extremely well, such as his brother or their mutual best friend, and even then he typically just dismisses their concerns and goes back to being his energetic, ever-smiling set without ever really addressing how different he gets around you)

he still talks about you as his partner to anyone who will listen — and even to those who are very obviously not paying any attention to a word he’s saying — but his remarks take on a much darker and more possessive, even obsessive, tone that’s easy to miss if you don’t pay him much mind during battles

for example, he’s made a great many remarks to other trainers about how he’d do anything to keep you safe and by his side — remarks which include him being more than willing to battle, or even outright kill if it came down to that, any legendary (even arceus himself!) that came between the two of you

(a couple of trainers that managed to see the disturbing genuineness underpinning those statements have gone out of their way to find and warn you about your boyfriend’s obsession, but ended up being even more put-off by your response to their worries — that being anything ranging from neutrality, acceptance, or endearment at his ‘love’ for you)

although he’s still as passionate about trains and pokémon as ever, you’ll find him much less likely to talk about himself with you in favour of just sitting and listening to everything you have to say as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world (even if it’s something as objectively mundane as talking about what you almost had for lunch a few days ago) — he’ll interject every now and then with encouragement and questions that range from cute to concerning (e.g. ‘i am emmet. what did you do after that? i am emmet.’ or ‘i am emmet. that sounds very frustrating. would you like me to talk to them for you? i am emmet.’), but still it’s incredibly rare that you’ll get to hear about his day once his obsession with you has truly taken hold

he only ever addresses you by name or as his spouse (husband/wife/partner/whatever your label of choice is) even though you’re not actually married — legal distinctions don’t matter to him and he already knows that you’re the love of his life so he sees no point in waiting for some ceremony to show you off as ‘his’ to the world

before his obsession set in he was already very comfortable with public shows of affection and wasn’t ever embarrassed to do things like link arms with you, peck you on the cheek/lips, or anything else like that around others unless he was actively engaged in a pokémon battle — but now it’s like he’s gone from an eight to an eleven and you’ll never go long, when you’re around him at least, without him touching you in some way

an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side or chest, linking your arms, holding your hand so tightly you fear it may just break, peppering your face with kisses, etc. — all of those displays are common place for the two of you, and he’s even happier when you’re the one initiating and reciprocating (especially if you’re around others as it appeals to that possessive side of him that likes letting others know that you’re not just taken, but that you’re happily and eagerly taken by him, emmet, and nobody else)

he hasn’t yet been given a reason to kill someone for you, and in the moment he may not even go through with it, but he’s certainly offered to do so on multiple occasions whenever you mention someone annoying you, flirting with you, or otherwise making you uncomfortable — he’s also been known to go harsher on trainers that have shown interest in you in battle whenever you visit him at work (partly to show off to you and partly to put them in their place)

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #yandere hcs #yandere x reader #yandere pokemon #yandere pokemon x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #yandere emmet x reader #pokemon black x reader #pokemon white x reader

[yaboyhoney]

I had this scenario on my mind but I don't know how to translate it but- The Twins and Warden Ingo (separate) with a reader that comes off as creepy but in actuality, they're really normal and funny to be around once you get past their creepy appearance. Like, they're not outcasts or anything it's just that people find it hard to approach them because of how off-putting they look.

Submas x Spooky Reader | Warden Ingo x Spooky Reader

The twins had a concerning message at two different points of the day. There was a strange man muttering to himself, riding the morning train and evening train. It was worrying people, the way he was talking so you were unfortunately reported twice. The first time, you weren't caught, by the time the report was made you already left the station but you were caught on surveillance. When the second report came out, both twins were already aware of who you are and what you looked like.

When you were on your evening train, the one you take back home, you were approached by Ingo. He made note of your slightly disheveled appearance, your unkempt hair, your untied shoelaces, and a strange stain on your shirt. He had heard you mumbling when he entered the train and began to ask you questions. You look at him with wide eyes, starting back and forth to your appearance and to him and immediately apologize, speaking in a louder tone for him to hear you. It wasn't your fault! You worked with young children for a summer program that was basically summer school without a harsher curriculum that would encourage brain development with various activities. Today the children were painting and one of the students spilled their paint cup on you, leaving a red and brown stain on your white shirt. You immediately showed Ingo your work i.d. card to prove that you worked with the company and he looked it up. Now it was his turn to apologize! When Emmet reaches up with you two at the next station, Emmet catches up to speed but does ask why you were mumbling. Your eyes widen and you immediately get flustered by you try your best to explain. You have a Pokemon hiding in your shadow, they're so withdrawn that they hide constantly unless you're at home. This intrigues the twins as they come up with a guessing game to try and figure out what Pokemon it could be. The evening train is much more pleasant with another human to talk to and the three of you eagerly chat away until you reach your home, everyone looking forward to tomorrow. ~~ You were an interesting person in Hisui, having fallen from the sky. It wasn't exactly clear when you got here but you fortunately found yourself working for the Galaxy Expedition Team as a Security Officer. You protected the gates of Jubilife Village, ensuring the safety of everyone but people thought of you as an odd person. Though you were nice and a strong trainer, you were often seen mumbling to yourself. People would try to catch you, to see who you were talking to, but rumors began to speculate you were speaking with ghosts, former villagers of the town. Warden Ingo is eventually introduced to Jubilife Village when he assists the Hero of Hisui with their quest and makes a permanent home there. He offers you a battle to which you agree but he gets confused when you have 6 pokeballs but only 5 pokemon to battle with. You tell him it's a secret. Then one day, while the two of you were enjoying a nice meal, a drunk sailor, one of the merchant traders try to interrupt you. Calling you cruel names, you and Ingo get up to leave, deciding to go talk at the beach when this stranger continues to follow you. He almost gets into an altercation with you when suddenly, your shadow materializes and knocks him off his feet. The man then runs away, screaming that you were a demon. Ingo stares at you, wide eyed but he trusts you, "May I ask what that was?" he asks politely. You bite your bottom lip and pinch your fingertips, you trust him and hope that your pokemon did too. You glance around your surroundings first to make sure no one is near before you whisper out a name... Your shadow then materializes once again but takes on the form of the Pokemon: Darkrai, the nightmare pokemon. Ingo stares in shock as he quietly approaches, "Is he your secret 6th?" "Yes, he um...I found him a long time ago. Running away from hunters. I knew about his abilities and told him to hide in my shadow. Since then, he's always been with me. He's my friend." Ingo hums thoughtfully before nodding his head, giving Darkrai a small smile. "I must thank you for what you did, you were protecting us." Darkrai lets out a low grumble and nods his head as well before slinking away back into your shadow. "Well that explains your peculiar charms of talking to your shadow," he says with a light chuckle. "I will keep this a secret, but I would love it if you entertained the idea of us battling with them as well." You sigh relieved, feeling like the night couldn't be any safer.

#submas x reader #pokemon x reader #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #kudari x reader #nobori x reader #warden ingo x reader #I didn't make them funny but i made them interesting! lol #my writing

[tavyliasin]

Fandom Essay - Body Positivity and Validation

Good timezone darlings~ Lia is back at it again with some examination of BG3 Fandom and some more of the wonderful things we can find within it. This time we are talking about representation of different physical features. If you feel this might be a little much for you, either in regards to your relationship to your body or any potential dysphoria, please feel free to skip it. Second disclaimer that I will be mentioning trans and nonbinary people here from the perspective of a Cis person - this is absolutely not my right to speak for or over anyone so I thoroughly welcome the voices of those with lived experiences to join in the comments with their input, but I also did not want to leave the topic out of the discussion and you may just see why as we get into it~ So on with today's long title:

How FanWorks Can Be Important To Self Acceptance And Body Positivity - The Next "Callout Essay" from TavyliaSin (Who is calling herself out with these too) ((there are reasons it feels targeted I know where to aim)) (((but honestly it's fine it's all positive I promise)))

Today we will be discussing: body types, disability representation (only a little though, this one may need a full post of its own), body size, gender (and gender euphoria), scars and "imperfections", visible ageing. This will be through the lens of both the canon inclusion and everything we see in mods, edits, and fan creations of all kinds. As usual I will use sub headers and encourage anyone to skip what makes them uncomfortable, as well as to join the discussion~ so let's begin, shall we?

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What Does Body Positivity Mean?

Let's start off with the simple one. Body positivity doesn't mean promoting any one body type as the ideal or as better than any others, it is about being positive about the mortal flesh vessels we inhabit and all of their features. A lot of people can find this difficult, to love oneself or even just accept oneself, especially in a highly critical society. But that is where representation and even fan creations can step in - by being vocal and loud about appreciating features that people may feel negative about in themselves, we can help build up confidence and self worth, as well as reminding all of us that we do not have to look a certain way to be desirable and desired~

How Does This Relate To Baldur's Gate 3?

On the surface, we do have a lot of characters with more conventionally accepted body types in the main cast and romance characters, though it is worth noting that the base models were updated to be less "Hollywood muscles" on a couple of characters, which made more sense to the character stats and backstories (unless Gale was working out every day in his tower, he's not that much like a bodybuilder physique).

But aside from this, when you look closer, there's also an awful lot to appreciate in the standard character designs. A lot of these are things which fans pick up on and adore, despite how they may be features that people are actively bullied for or that are seen as undesirable by beauty standards. Those "beauty standards" can get in the trash too, but I'll use it here to point out the things we are shining a positive light on in the face of those societal values~ Karlach - Our tall queen, strong and muscular and not particularly feminine with her tattoos, piercings, and hairstyle. But she is adored for all of those things, even her broken horn is an important feature, alongside the glowing heart and fire that have some in the game view her as monstrous until they look closer and know her. Astarion - His laugh lines. Gods don't we love those? The wrinkles in his face are experience, and of course he has those signs of exhaustion in his eyes that make him so much more relatable to many of us. Lae'zel - This might feel like cheating as she's not human, and is less human-like than most of the other characters, but in a way that is also an important one. She's still desirable and treated as such in the romances, as well as very much adored by the fans. Gale - The little signs of ageing and stress mark Gale's face, and even the hints of greying in his hair are picked up on and chewed on by those who love him most. Wyll - More on him later but honestly is he not the poster boy for physical acceptance? Not only do we have his initial appearance with the stone eye but with one choice his entire body is completely changed and part of his story is arguably learning to live with this and how his new look is likely going to be seen as everything he ever feared. Halsin - Are we cheating with BIG TALL MUSCLE MOUNTAIN because many people find this attractive to start with? Maybe, but again he has clear signs of ageing, as well as very obvious facial scarring. His look might easily be described as fearsome, and yet his personality couldn't be further from it. Raphael - Hello there lovers of older men, who look at each one of those wrinkles and his brow lines and start sweating a bit more. I'm with you, he's gorgeous because of those signs of aging, not despite them. Abdirak - Our real poster boy for scars and visible wounds. Features which have long been given only to villainous characters in fiction (particularly that aimed at younger audiences) and yes he is one of the most violent characters, but he is also immediately deeply sympathetic to the player. So we are no longer equating scars/visual difference with pure evil. In general we have a lot of features that are not overly smoothed out or homogenised to fit certain standards. We have different nose shapes, visible pores, scars, acne marks, wrinkles, greying hair, moles, freckles, body hair, and a lot of variety across face shapes and features. It makes the characters feel more real, more relatable, and seeing features closer to our own can be comforting and validating in a lot of ways. Of course there are more examples, and far more we could say about each one of these and all the things that make them unique that we love about them, but we would be here all day and there are other topics to cover!

What About The Player Characters?

So we do have a range of fantasy races, many of which arguably don't represent real humans at all, and we do also lack variation in body types in the standard game. But we also have player characters with shorter statures with the dwarves, halflings and gnomes. Beyond just being part of the lore and story, there is some representation here for similar body types in real life. I can't say a lot on this as I neither have personal experience nor do I personally know anyone who could speak on how they feel about these races in comparison to lived experiences, but it would be equally unfair to leave the point out of the conversation - please do add something in the comments if you have the knowledge and emotional bandwidth to spare, I would love to hear about your experiences and opinions! Aside from this we have a wide range of skin tones (though my own is too close to plain paper to be able to tell you if this is anywhere near adequate so please feel free to weigh in with lived experience here) as well as scars and other features in the character creation. There's also vitiligo pigmentation, which is not only representing the condition but also normalising it to those who aren't familiar and making some rather beautiful options for our characters in my opinion. Even in the hair styles there are a couple of options featuring thinner hair or baldness patterns. There are less options for textured hairstyles and the facial features are equally limited, but there are some truly gorgeous mods out there which I'll mention later.

Player Characters And Gender

Another caveat to please weigh in with your lived experiences, but this one is one that I've seen friends enjoy and it was really wonderful to see that delight. Being able to select pronouns, genitals, body type, and voice all independently of each other is something which is so vastly meaningful to a lot of players. To some it might just be "oh cool I get to choose what my character looks like naked", but to a nonbinary friend of mine... Well, they were sending me happy, joyful, and what can only be described as "delightfully shouty" messages when they were in character creation. To paraphrase, and to tone it down just a little, it went something like this:

"Wait you mean I can have a character look and exist the way I want to be? I can actually have myself represented on screen, and nobody will misgender me, and nobody will decline a romance based on any of this?!"

Maybe it seems silly but I got tearful to see them just absolutely losing it over having these options. They've been stuck with binary options in most fantasy RPGs for so long... Of course there's still things that could be improved, there always will be, but that joy? Priceless. It meant something in that moment and I hope it will continue to mean something to a lot more people in many moments to come. Of course there are still flaws - the faces and bodies are still gender matched, and it isn't possible for people to refine the size and shape of player character chests. In some ways really what we have is the bare minimum, a start that needs to go further, but seeing as there have been precious few games in the genre to even reach this low bar it is good to recognise it, to say "this brought people joy and is worth the effort to make it happen", and to say "please go further because there is genuine interest."

What About Mods?

This is where we can see a lot more of that positivity flourishing. There are countless options, from having more hairstyles and hair types, to face shapes and features, all the way to body types and adding in top surgery scars. Giving the game the ability to be modded, and potentially even encouraging and supporting it, means we can see so much more of that body positivity and representation. Having a hero who shares your features, seeing romances play out where the characters are valued in every way just as they are. Being able to mod softer and wider body types to the Origin characters too, taking the form away from the bodybuilder/model physique and far closer to more average - and undeniably still devastatingly attractive - body types. Seeing the trans-Origin character headcanons portrayed too, that's just so utterly divine~ (There is a lot to be said about parallels to LGBTQIA+ experiences in the Origin storylines, too, so feel free to comment on those at the end if you would like to) To all of you out there making mods, and sharing the characters you've created using other peoples' mods - thank you! I adore seeing all of these, as well as people's happiness in sharing and using them too~

I don't even use mods, honestly darlings I'm not the best with tech at times and as I'm spending vastly more hours writing than playing it's likely not as worth it for me - especially when people share the modded content for us all to enjoy in videos and screenshots. But I love how many there are, that they exist, and all the ways they give people joy and euphoria to see their own body types and/or body types they find to be desirable~

But Wasn't This Post About Fandom and Fan Creations?

It was - and is! Because after all of the content you can get in the base game and in the modded version, what comes after is where the fans go with it from there.

That's truly where we get the most body positivity and joy. Headcanons leave the head and pour onto the page. We see characters reimagined a hundred times, each with their own twist, their own enthusiasm both from the creator and from fans just eating up every piece that comes out. There's so much variety there seems to be almost anything you could wish for with almost any character, and I can guarantee you that if there's something you'd like to see and aren't seeing out there, there will be an artist willing to work on the idea (most likely on commission basis, we do prefer to ensure our artists can eat after all, but there may be some willing to just adopt ideas to draw as their own too). This even extends to cosplay, with gender-swapped characters, as well as the one thing I will always be vocal about in cosplay - everyone should be allowed to wear the character costumes they love regardless of body types or how well their body/face matches the original character. Though this does come with the caveat that skin should never be darkened to match a character's look (if that character has a natural type skin tone, obviously green etc is not an issue) - just be your own version of the character if you adore them enough to put the costume together.

And your work?...

Thank you for asking Lia, let me answer that one for you. Of course, take it away, Lia! Ahem silliness aside, there is something you might or might not have noticed in my writing. I don't do a lot of body-type description. You can imagine whatever you like as you read - Gale with a soft tummy to snuggle? Yes please! Or you can imagine him with sculped abs, or a more slender frame - whatever brings you the most joy to read. This is especially true for anything I do with gender neutral character fics (usually "character x Reader"/2nd person pieces) - I try to stay away from any specific gendered features and focus on actions and sensations which can be common to any body.

How Does This All Add Up To Body Positivity?

Simple, love - by sharing and making all of these works we are saying "these features are beautiful, we love them, we want to see more of them as we fall head over heels time and time again". It might not seem like a lot, but the mind is both powerful and very easily open to suggestion. If a person keeps seeing negative things about a feature they have (eg, as a mild example body hair on women/feminine people) they will internalise that and wish to change themselves (eg, waxing/shaving/etc). In the case of a bit of body hair that might not seem drastic, but it still changes how someone feels about themselves. At the end of the day, the more we love ourselves the easier it is to look after ourselves and be happy in the mortal flesh vessels we pilot around this terribly strange universe~ For my part, I have seen my body shape which I had struggled with shown time and time again as "wow look at this character who looks this way, they are amazing! I love this feature, and that feature, and the way the artist made sure to include this particular thing-" Every time I see that, every time I see parts of myself I struggle with being applauded and appreciated, I feel a little brighter. A little more comfortable. A little more like I am allowed to dress it up nicely and spend time and care to feel good about it. I also feel less shame for old scars, for every part of myself that has made me look at the mirror with unkind eyes. Confidence is not a single brick, it's many that need to be built carefully with the right cement. If it is chipped away at too many times, even by little self-deprecating "jokes", it will erode. It will crack. It will wear away piece by piece instead of building up. And before anyone decides to try equating weight and health, darling this is not the place. If you truly care about someone's wellbeing, leave their health to the private discussions they have with their doctors, and remember that looking after oneself is far easier from a place of loving oneself. If you care about a thing, you want to look after it. If you see a thing as already broken, you're less likely to be cautious in how you handle it.

Where does this essay end?

Well, I believe that would be here. With the endless gratitude for every creator out there bringing us mods, images, fiction, art, cosplay, content of all of these wonderful characters in every incredible variation that we can think of. I encourage those of you who are feeling lower in confidence about yourselves to really look at the fan responses to these creations - the excitement and desire for every body type, every feature, everything that we might see of ourselves and dislike there are so many people out there seeing those exact same features we have and feeling nothing but attraction, desire, love, adoration, and praise~ We are often our own worst critics, but not one of those characters would ever reject us, neither are we rejecting any of our favourites when we see them on the screen. I certainly hope to see more games bringing us this variety, and going further too. There is power in fiction and fan-works, and it is helpful to recognise it too.

Apologies if this one felt too long, rambling, or like I lost my point - it was done over 3 days and I'm rather tired~ I have other essays coming in the next few weeks too, and I really would love to hear your opinions on any of them~

As a final note - please do add your own views and experiences on the topic! I can only offer my own as a disabled white cisgender asexual/bisexual/panromantic woman with too much time on her hands~ I neither wish to ignore experiences outside of my own nor speak over them. All I can offer is what I see, what I hear, and of course my endless love to all of you~ That, my very dear darlings, is never in doubt. I love you just the way you are, because of who you are, and will see the beauty in everything that makes up the sum of your wonderful selves~

#baldurs gate 3 #fandom essay #body positvity #body positive #bg3 #opinions welcome #please add in the comments