#(he even turns into a literal wet cat at some point)

[chaewonshoney]

—SWEET (S)TALKER –s.jy

₊˚⊹ pairing: idol!bf!jake x gn!reader ⭒ warnings: swearing, mentions of stalking, petnames. word count: 604. LIB! ｡⋆˚ genre: fluff, drabble, est. relationship. songs to listen while reading: Bam Yang Gang by BIBI ⤷ ˖ ֗𖦹 a/n: none!

After the whole day at college, you are currently walking to your apartment. the streets are quiet and the rain seems to have stopped, as the last drops slowly drip from the trees, the roads are slippery, faded moonlight illuminated the path up ahead. The stars seemed to have been dimmed by the grey clouds ahead and all was silent... save for the sound the grasshoppers chirring and soft footsteps on the wet sidewalks. Your heart was far from caring if someone was  following you from behind. Feeling the melancholy creeping your chest, you took a long breath. Jake a.k.a the love of your life has certainly been very busy with his schedule to see you or spend some time with you. But he didn't forget to send you the good mornings and good night to his prettiest girl so far, yet you were... Well you felt greedy at this point, but you had the right anyway.

Listening to the argument between your two selves, you suddenly felt a vague presence of something, more like someone behind you... Being afraid enough to look behind, you focus on the shadow of that "someone" on the sidewalk, his reflection seemed more like oddly familiar and comforting now. Shutting your eyes close, you take some deep breaths to turn to face the presence...

Shit? Why is this guy running towards you? Without having any time to think properly, you start running towards the front direction too, are you scared? Kind of. But are you having fun? Yes.

After running in the literal street like two cat and mouse, you stop to catch on your breath, the stalker— well, shit, you can't name him anything else right? Your grip tightens on your knees as you exhale some more, and the guy is already close to approaching you—

"JAKE YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER!!!" You yell at the guy, well, your boyfriend who wasn't really supposed to be the stalker, no? "Whoa whoa whoa, princess! Calm down? It's just me? Remember? The pretty boyfriend of yours?" He holds his arms up in surrender as you smack his shoulder softly enough but he was dramatic anyway, "Shut the fuck up, will ya?" You roll your eyes at the sight of him dramatically putting his hand on his chest as if he was hurt, "Shit, Princess! That hurts~ Do you know where that hurts?" Giving you the puppy eyes, he reaches for your tiny hands to his chest, "Literally here. Straight in the heart," But to his misfortune, he only gets the stink eyes back from his way-too-soft girlfriend, "Don't even try that," "try what, love?" You roll your eyes to hide the shy, bright shade of scarlet rising on your cheeks, "Try sweet talking with me, definitely not when you were some sort of stalking me as well. And to let you know, I am thinking of banning the L-word for you," "Oh my, holy shit, Y/N, don't even think of it! I don't want to know how it feels to be a monastic. And I wasn't stalking you, my love, it's not my fault if my gee eff is a half-blind Dora the Explorer, right?" He brings you closer to him while yapping— well, saying all these to you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he talks, "I am NAWT half-blind Dora the Explorer, Sim Jaeyun!!!" "Not the government name, Princess. How "the love of my life" sounds?" "I am not falling for your sweet talking today." He wiggles his eyebrows with the knowing playful expression, "Wanna bet?"

Oh, this wasn't supposed to be it.

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#jake enhypen #jake x y/n #jake sim #sim jaeyun #sim jaeyun x reader #jake x reader #enhypen soft hours #enhypen #enhypen soft thoughts #enhypen drabbles #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #jake fluff

[sadfishkid]

green slime be upon ye

#howl's moving castle #howl jenkins #sophie hatter #howl's niece mari #and the skull (already forgot again whether it was sullivan's or prince justin's) #i reread hmc and came to the following conclusion #movie howl: slightly whimsical but still very much a byronic hero #book howl: sopping wet pathetic meow meow #(he even turns into a literal wet cat at some point) #art tag

[sh1-n0bu]

what punishment do you think suits for blade bcus he won't come home to me?

♡︎ 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 ♡︎

characters: sub!blade x gn!dom!reader

warnings: slapping, edging, squirting, mentions of handjob, bondage, degrading, dacryphilia, begging, mentions of cock slapping, masochist bladie, forced self praise and praise, slight fluff and angst if you squint, reader’s a bit mean but it’s deserved😤 also ig this is a bit of a self aware AU as well???? yeah, ig u guys could read it as a self aware AU if ur into it

notes: sorry for replying too fast anon. my period is making me horknee😔 this is more like a headcannon of what i think would be a perfect punishment for blade

DEGRADING

listen listen listen, i know this may sound a bit weird but blade hates being degraded when with you. there’s a reason why he gives off wet, pathetic, soggy cat that’s abandoned at the side of the street vibes and because of that, blade loves to be praised instead. especially since you're his lover, his darling, his sweetheart, his one and only and the only one he would do absolutely anything and everything for without even thinking. because of that, blade wants to be praised. he wants to be a good boy for you, he wants to be your sweet baby, not your dirty slut. he thinks you’re being so mean to him :((

SLAPPING

now this can be taken in many concepts. he could be begging on his knees in front of you, hands clinging to the fabrics of your clothes as hazy, teary red eyes stare at you. chewed on lips spurring out apologies after apologies like a broken record. you could slap him across the face to make him shut up, its fine since blade can handle it. besides he’s a bit of a masochist as well so he would definitely let out a whimper and rub his thighs together to get some relief on his poor hardened cock

but if it's in other places such as slapping his ass as a form of punishment, slapping his thighs until the skin is all red and sensitive or even his hard cock leaking pre all over his stomach — either way, blade would be turned into a brainless sweetheart in no time. tears falling from his eyes as he begs for you to just touch him!! touch him properly please? he’s a good boy. he’ll be a good boy, he even promises!

EDGING

blade loves being overstimulated. its one of his favorite kinks. whether it be cumming over and over and over by your hand stroking his angry cock, fingering his ass and creating filthy squelching sounds or into your mouth or hell, even riding your thighs! he loves to be close to you, after years of loneliness and isolation, blade craves intimacy. he craves that close contact, to feel the warmth of your bare skin touching his own. even better when he’s crying and sobbing from cumming into your hand for the nth time that night, blabbering drunken shit as he squirts again. but when its taken away???? when he’s so close to reaching his high and stumbling over the edge, when his hard cock is ready to paint your hands with his sticky liquid and you take it away from him????? getting your hand off of his cock and leaving him aching and whining, desperately chasing after your hand with sobbing pleas? blade thinks you’re being real mean to him :((( please just let him cum, let him cum even on the sheets if you want! he won’t soil your hand, he just wants to cum so bad and his poor cock hurts so much :((

BONDAGE

this one is almost all of the time paired with the edging one. as i've said before, blade craves intimacy, he loves being close to you physically. he loves you so fucking much, way too much to the point it hurts to even be away from you even for a little bit. there's a reason why blade chose to be close to you, a reason why he decided to open up his heart to someone else again to give another shot at life and because of that he loves you and trust you so much. you're literally the reason he realized perhaps living wouldn't be so bad after all because he has you by his side, he can go another day, another month, another year, another life-time if it means he would get to spend every waking and even sleeping moment beside you. blade loves to be physically close to you so when you take it away from him, when you tie his hands behind his back or even tie his wrists up to the bedframe, he's doing everything to break those stupid cuffs or ropes. he wants to feel you!! it doesn't even have to be in the sexual way, it can just be in a literal way. holding hands, his palm flat against your back, feeling your skin, being reminded of your warmth. but if you take it away, he's a mess. but don't worry everything is consensual of courses, and you always make sure to take care of him and the bruises afterwards. one of the most effective ways to punish him, me thinks

honorary mention: FORCED SELF PRAISE

it might come of as a bit off or out of place since i did mention that one of the suited punishments for blade would be degrading and praise is the absolute opposite for that but hEAR ME OUT!!!! blade is self conscious of his body. and i meant his scars specifically. he finds them hideous, like how can someone like you could ever find him pretty or gorgeous or all those words you praise him with? he finds it ridiculous. his body is nothing but just a meaningless weapon by now, covered with scars and phantom pains that don't go away and yet you find it so beautiful. you even make sure to make him understand that he is indeed beautiful as you place kisses on each and every last one of the scars that he bears

now this!!!! is where the forced self praise comes in. it doesn't even have to be sexual or as a form of punishment. you could just be doing your everyday ritual of praising the ever loving shit out of him with blade sitting all pretty with a cute red dusting his cheeks. he would always weakly try to refuse your praises, saying that he wasn't the most handsome man in the galaxy and that was why he was wanted and instead always offering logical answers. just accept the damn praise blade >:(((( this is where it comes in. you can softly coax him to say self assuring things. it can start out small like "i did a good job on the mission the other day", "i make a delicious pancake this morning", "i always how to make hot chocolate to cheer up my beloved" and it can range to the things that he insistently denies. make him say that he's pretty, that he's gorgeous, that his hair is long and elegant, that he's an amazing lover, how he was wanted across all galaxies because he was just so charming and dashing and amazi - okay, now his brain is way too fried with the compliments and in his desperation, he's shutting you up with a kiss. he's so adorable :333

#nobu.writes #sub hsr #sub honkai star rail #sub!hsr #sub!character #sub character #sub blade #sub!blade #dom!reader #x dom reader #dom reader #gender neutral reader #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #blade x reader smut #blade x y/n #blade x reader #blade smut #self aware honkai star rail #sahsrau #self aware au

[arachniee]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ “I’m Their Cure!”

༘✿ Synopsis: Unfortunately, you’ve fallen ill. You didn't tell your lover as you didn’t want to be a burden, so you decided to just let your friend take care of you. And trust me, your boyfriend was NOT having it.

༘✿ Notes: this has been in my drafts long before i created my other series. I needed to get the dust off this and post it lol. This is just purely chaotic fluff that may or may not have grammatical errors. Characters; Lucifer, Vox, and Adam.

‧₊˚✩彡 Lucifer M.

Let’s be honest, this man would have NO idea until you’re coughing up your lungs. It’s either he’s really fucking dense, or you’re just that good with hiding your sickness. He’d literally think that everything was normal until the day he didn’t see you at the hotel at all.

He’s asking everyone his eyes land on, asking them if they knew where you were. Most would just shrug and say no (lies), but just as when he was about to lose hope, his daughter saved the day by telling him.

You were at your friend's apartment?? Why?? That was genuinely the first thing that came to his mind. As he knocked on the (hopefully) right apartment door, he was conflicted when he saw a man with just a t-shirt on with a wet towel in his hands.

His mind went in all directions except the right one. His mind filled up with (horrifying) negative thoughts as he stuttered and asked if you were inside. And when the man in front of him said yes, he was instantly red.

He literally started attacking your poor friend with his much smaller frame, accusing him of doing things to you. The commotion was so loud that you heard the cat fight from your room, thus urging you to sluggishly make your way to them.

You immediately pulled Lucifer away from your friend, who surprisingly didn't have much scratches, as the little man in your hold visibly brightened upon seeing you. But his gaze soured just as quick as he glanced back at your friend.

“Leave.” He’d order, still fuming (adorably). “But this is my apartme–” And in the end, you managed to convince your friend to leave for a few hours. Apologizing to him as you tried to calm your lover down.

After the whole fiasco has died down, it was your turn to glare at Lucifer, who in return, chuckled nervously. Though, he'd try to defend himself, saying things like “who knows what he could have done to you if I didn't arrive on time?”

Once you explain everything to him, that feeling of uneasiness turns into guilt. He feels stupid. First, he didn't know that you were sick, second, he was so stupid that he wasn't able to take care of you properly (even though you didn't want him to know).

Despite your sickness, he's clinging onto you, mumbling sorry’s. He doesn't care if he gets sick in the process, he WILL take care of you now. You will go back to the hotel and stay in bed. You will not lift a single finger at all. You will be treated like royalty (which you practically are, at this point) and he’d be doing all the work for you.

Hungry? He's got a snickers. Thirsty? Here, have some apple juice. Having trouble sleeping? He's literally right beside you on your bed, snuggling close.

In the end, after you got better, it was his turn to get sick. And he's expecting you to reciprocate what he did when you were sick! (He just wants to be pampered and babied by you.)

‧₊˚✩彡 Vox.

Look, he’s a busy man. So hiding the fact that you were sick would be a piece of cake since you don’t meet that often, even if he desperately wanted to. But he does notice once you finally spend time together after a few days. He watched as you coughed and struggled to do things you’d usually do with ease.

He’d be very concerned about your wellbeing, despite not wanting to admit it, at least not so soon. Since he always has to be somewhere doing something, he’d get his most trusted employee to bring you stuff. Flowers to make you feel better? Right at your doorstep. A new, comfier blanket? Already on your bed, neatly folded. And of course, he never forgets the medicine.

He thought that sending gifts and stuff was enough for you (it was), but he was (not) wrong. At least that’s what he first thought during his visit when he finally had time. His eye twitched in irritation as he watched one of your ‘friends’ help you eat the soup, their hands carefully bringing the spoon to your lips.

He’d cough comically loud to try and get your attention. Come on, he’s literally standing in your doorway and yet you’re pretending as if it’s only you and your friend in the room. Once you finally notice his presence, you’d thank your friend before asking Vox why he was visiting you since you knew he was busy.

He refused to speak on that matter until your ‘friend’ left. Your friend understood (thankfully, Vox thought) and left, telling you to call them if you ever needed anything. Your lover would mock your friend behind their back by saying “ ‘cAlL mE iF yOu nEeD AnYthiNg’, bitch, who do they think they are? I can take better care of you by myself than they ever could.”

He’d instantly ask you tons of questions, why didn’t you tell him you were sick? Oh, you didn’t want to be a burden? Bullshit. He is not accepting that lame excuse. Unconsciously, he’d be pouting, and of course, it isn’t a matter of time until he throws a tantrum.

It took almost exactly 2 minutes before Vox was making a scene, dramatically conveying his hurt that you preferred some other bitch’s care than his. Isn’t he enough for you? He’d be making comments about how your sickness might have affected your brain and your taste. Not just in food, but in people.

What? You prefer some cheap fucker’s company during the time you’re vulnerable more than his? No, we are not going to talk about how he’s busy most of the time. And we are also not going to talk about how he literally threw a tantrum just to visit you.

He’d still be pretty cranky about everything, it’ll take quite the effort for him to consider forgiving you. No, kisses, hugs, and all of your attention when you’re better isn’t enough. He wants, no, he needs everything you have to and can offer.

‧₊˚✩彡 Adam.

At first, he doesn’t catch on that you’ve been more sluggish lately. He would complain about how you might not be doing your job properly, though it’s just a facade of his growing concern. But when you brush him off, saying that it’s nothing, then he’d reluctantly disregard the topic.

Once he finally realizes that you didn’t go to work (where he visits you quite often, well, more like everyday), he’d ask almost everyone that he encounters. Lute (who is tired of his bullshit)? Emily? Sera? Everyone will be questioned about you.

When someone finally gives in to his pestering and tells him that you were resting in your home, he’s sprinting there faster than the speed of light. He’d literally be banging on the door, screaming at the top of his lungs for you to let him in.

You’d groan and cover your ears with a pillow as your beautiful friend, Molly, laughed beside you. She sat upright as you tossed around trying to drown out Adam’s yelling. After realizing that he wasn’t leaving or stopping any time soon, Molly eventually asked if you really didn’t want her to open the door. You’d groan even louder, to which she’d chuckle at.

She was so sweet, cooking for you and making sure you drank your medicine. As she grabbed the empty bowl on the coffee table, she smiled as you finally gave her the green light to open the door for Adam.

She always found the two of you cute, the most adorable couple ever! And as soon as she opened the door, Adam zoomed past her, ignoring her presence completely. Once you finally come into his sight, he’d be scolding you about not telling him that you were sick, did you honestly think he wouldn’t be able to help? Don’t underestimate him, damnit!

He’d only ever acknowledge Molly’s presence as soon as she came into the room with medicine in her hands. To say that he’d be pissed was an understatement. He was (cutely) fuming, not only did you not tell him FIRST, but you also have someone else taking care of you?

Jealousy brewed more in the pit of his stomach as he watched you thank Molly and drink the medicine with a smile. Psshh, she just gave you pills! What’s so special about that? If you wanted medicine, you could’ve just fucking asked him and he would’ve given you a whole dozen of boxes!

The whole time Molly was there with the two of you, he’d literally comment (complain) on everything she does, whether it was to help you or not, her every action will be judged by him.

Though he still tries to help, asking you if you want a drink or a snack, making sure you’re not uncomfortable and other stuff. Don’t get him wrong, he’s still pretty fuzzy about everything. And he’d make his feelings known after your friend has (finally) left.

He’d immediately bombard you with questions that you would rather not answer. He’s being a dick, yes, but that’s because you acted like one first! Why would you not wanna tell him? He’s your lover! Do you not love him anymore?

You’d need to make it up to him because explaining that you just didn’t want to be a burden to him is not enough of an explanation, apparently. He’d make you promise that you’d give him ALL of your attention and time next time, and by ‘next time’, he meant when you’re not sick. Because he ain’t coming any closer than 5 meters with you. Get better first!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel vox

[stinkysam]

Buggy The Clown - Five more minutes.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "I imagine buggy’s hair gets kinda wild. Would you be up for doing something for buggy and his boyfriend where buggy has is do his hair while they’re in a bath together? Just something very cute and fluffy. But also I kno buggys sneaky" - @inhumanshadows

Reader : male (you/yours)

His hair is everywhere. On the pillows, mattress, sheets, brushes, clothes, even yours.

But you don't care much, it makes you think when cats rub themselves on your legs and leave a trail or their hair on your pants.

It's also a subtle way to show and remind yourself you two have been physically close together, especially since it's bright blue.

To the point some members of the crew began to wonder if you and the captain weren't more than just friends.

They weren't so far off but in reality you had so many strands of hair on you because you kept getting tangled in his hair care. Quite literally. Like today.

You saw Buggy grab the first towel he could find, putting some water on it and rubbing his face. Harshly. You could already feel the stinging sensation that came from it lingering on your own face.

"Oh my god stop it !" You said laughing a bit as you grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"What ?"

"You're rubbing yourself like you're trying to get a new face. Let me do it."

"Ugh...Fine." He grimaced as if he didn't like the idea.

"I like your face, don't try to change it." You said quietly as you grabbed the towel. Smiling a bit while he tried to conceal the blush from creeping on his cheeks.

You began to gently rub his face, careful as to not irritate his skin further. You went around the eyes, they were staring right back at you intently, mirroring your studying gaze. God, he loved the way your eyes looked at him.

You worked on his forehead, his eyes still studying you. Then your focus shifted to his lips and cheeks. You tried to not think about how much you wanted to kiss him, his lips slightly parted as you softly patted them, the red lipstick slowly fading away.

You smiled once you were done, there were still faint traces of make-up, but it was nothing the bath couldn't take away.

"Done." You said, giving him back the dirty towel to undress. He threw it away on the floor and gave your ass a nice slap as you took your clothes off before you quickly entered the bathtub, sighing happily as the warm water was already relaxing your muscles.

Buggy eyed silently before deciding to put on a show while he removed his clothes too, chatting with you.

You gently slapped his ass back when he approached you, making him laugh a bit while he untied his hair.

He sat between your legs, trying to ignore the fact he could feel your dick against him and gave you his brush. Your fingers were already digging in his hair to delicately rub his scalp. He let out a loud groan, relaxing in your hand, becoming putty.

You finally grabbed his brush and began your work, wetting his hair, careful as to not let water go in his eyes. You combed his hair at the same time.

You could see him shift a bit each time you removed a strand of hair that was stinking to his back, tickling his skin lightly making you giggle softly.

"Ticklish ?"

"Am not." He lied and loudly gasped when your fingers hit his sides, making him wiggle in your grasp.

"Stop it." He warned, squinting his eyes, turning to you ready to fight back as you raised your hands in surrender.

With some hesitation and suspicion he turns his back toward you again, biting back a smile.

You return your attention to his hair, playing with them a little bit and even braiding them. If Buggy could purr, he would be doing so right now.

You hummed as you continued to touch his long hair, getting rid of the few knots that made their way in since the last time you bathed together. Not once did he wince, to say how careful you were being.

You let him rest against you once you were done, his back pressed against your chest as your arms snaked around his waist.

After a few minutes you nudge him.

"We should get washed." You said, planting a kiss on his shoulder. He groaned, clearly not wanting to move.

"C'mon Buggy."

"Five more minutes."

"The water will be cold and you won't like it. You'll whine like a baby." You say smiling against his skin.

"I don't whine. Especially not like a baby." He retorts with an offended scoff. "But fine, whatever."

You watched his hands detach themselves from his body and grab the washcloth and the soap before coming back, handing them to you.

You take turns washing each other's back and you'd expect him to rub as harshly as he scrubbed his face but no, he's surprisingly gentle, making sure to get every inch of your skin.

He blushes and turns his head to the side when you stand up and wash your front while he tries not to stare at your dick from the corner of his eyes.

You sit back down in the water and give him the washcloth and soap and he's a bit sheepish on which way to face.

You end up having his ass right in your face as he washes himself and you can't help but give him a pinch, making him jump.

"Stop it !"

"But it's right in front of me !"

"Would you prefer this ?" He says, turning around, his dick now facing you.

"Yeah." You say, giving him a shrug and he throws the washcloth on your face as you laugh.

"Pervert."

"Pervert yourself, you're the one who kept ogling me while I washed."

"You little- I wasn't- it's not- ugh, nevermind !"

You smiled at your victory and he placed his hands in front of his dick and turned around, his ass facing you again.

"You lost your watching privileges."

You laughed as you moved closer and bit his ass, making him yelp.

"Aw ! What the fuck !?" He yelled as he quickly jumped out of the bath, rubbing his ass with his detached hands as you laughed.

"Don't you wanna cuddle ?" You ask, wiggling in the water.

"Not with a cannibalistic guy."

You shrugged, your head falling back as you closed your eyes and began to relax once more. Buggy eyed you, still suspicious before finally jumping back in, moving your legs so he could sit between them.

"Better not bite me again." He says, leaning against you with a small sigh.

"Can't promise." You say, opening your mouth. Your teeth about to graze at the skin of his neck.

"Don't think about it." He warns. You smile and kiss his neck instead.

"I wasn't gonna do anything."

"Right, and I didn't feel your stinkin' breath on me." He says, slightly turning his head to look at you.

"I was breathing through my nose."

"So you admit you were about to bite me ? Again."

"I admit I want to eat you up." You say with a smile, closing your eyes and resting your chin on his shoulder, squeezing him tighter against you. "Because you're too cute." You add, kissing his shoulder.

To this he says nothing, a slight blush dusting his cheeks, squinting his eyes as he looks at your peaceful form.

"The water is cold now." He grumbles.

"Mh. Five more minutes."

#male reader #m!reader #buggy the clown #opla buggy #buggy the clown x male reader #opla buggy x male reader #opla #one piece #one piece live action #one piece imagine

[forgeofthenine]

Hi, I love your blog ♥️

I was hoping to get some headcanons for Zevlor and the others, for when their non-tiefling partner tells them that it's not that difficult to read tail language because they've had cats for most of their lives and tieflings are similar enough.

Since we're already likening Zevlor to a wet cat, might as well go all the way. Tell him to his face that he's just a grown up catboy >:3

I honestly cackled at the last line of this ask, this entire thing was a pleasure to write and I hope you enjoy!

The bachelors when you compare them to cats

Dammon

You'd known Dammon for a while now, learning the blacksmiths little quirks and attributes

One think you'd picked up on a while ago was the way his tail moves

Your eyes were often drawn to the way it would wag and curl in your presence, how it never quite seemed to stay still

It was only when you'd been giving a stray cat hanging around Dammons forge a scratch that you'd connected the dots

The blacksmith definitely wasn't expecting you to understand what his tail language means the next time he sees you

Having your partner matter of factly point out your excited tail wags is enough to fluster even the most self assured tiefling

When you compare him to a cat he gets even more flustered, letting out a light laugh as he asks you to be a bit more specific

Honestly, Dammon kind of likes the comparison despite being more of a dog person

He'll join in on making jokes about Tieflings being half cat, or saying that he's secretly a cat in a tiefling suit

Dammon is very chill about the whole thing and definitely appreciates having a non tiefling partner that can read his body language

Zevlor

Zevlor has a habit of dragging his tail when he's tired or upset while in the privacy of your shared home

He gives big sad cat energy a lot when he's recovering from his time on the road

It definitely helps you to know when he needs a bit of extra care and affection, being able to read his mood through his tail

Seeing the way it sways slowly when he sees you despite how it was layed on the ground originally

After some time, Zevlor starts to wonder how you always seem to know when he's in a bad mood

Sometimes you know even before he does

When he asks, the last thing he expected you to say was that he acts like a sad cat whenever he's upset

Zevlor is quite literally speechless at that, you can even see the cogs turning in his brain

He'll be confused by the idea but it doesn't change how he moves his tail is when you're around

Every time you liken him to a wet cat it's like trying to explain an internet phenomenon to your out of touch grandad

The way Zevlor is always so adorably confused and accepting of it as a compliment is definitely a sight to see

Rolan

This ever proud wizard is definitely an easy one to read, even if you aren't used to cats

His tail lashes behind him when he's annoyed, it curls in on itself when you praise him for his magical ability, it sways lightly when you enter the room

Bringing up his similarities to cats is something that just happens naturally

The two of you are reading in his study when he drops something and lashes his tail in annoyance

When you mention his annoyed tail language he assumes it's his siblings who explained it to you

He's halfway through cursing Cal and Lia under his breath when you say he's actually acting like a cat

It's enough to completely stop him in his tracks, furrowed brow as he considers your words

Rolans much too proud to let himself be compared to a cat without complaint, and bringing it up is an easy way to get under the wizards skin

His tail flicks around behind him and his face glows an even brighter red

Even better, get Cal and Lia in on the joke!

Make Rolan regret ever introducing you to his siblings, trust me, it'll be really funny

#bri answers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 dammon #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader

[moorishflower]

Dirty Talk (Dreamling, Explicit)

This is because of @landwriter making me realize I don't have much practice writing dirty talk. This is still pretty tame in that regard.

"I don't think you're even capable of talking dirty," is what Hob says, one fine winter evening, comfortable and a bit comfortably tipsy, sat at his regular table in the New Inn with Dream of the Endless sat across from him, and he knows by the way Dream rears back like a cat whose nose has been flicked that he's made a mistake in saying it. It's only been a few months since Dream has come back into his life, since he's gifted Hob with information and explanations and finally, in the trenches of autumn as the leaves had crumpled from the trees in red and gold splendor, the rare sight of his smile and a trembling lower lip, and a soft, My friend, but in those few months Hob's come to the realization that he would do anything, literally anything and everything, to hold Dream's friendship. To make him feel safe. To keep him here.

And maybe mocking his friend's mode of speaking isn't the right way to go about it but, again, he's just pissed enough for it to not seem like a big deal, and Dream doesn't seem upset so much as he seems offended. Mates give each other shit all the time, Hob reassures himself, and it's not like they were talking about something life-changing. Dream had only been complaining about his sibling interfering with his realm, which has apparently caused some sort of imbalance in the Dreaming, and from there had followed a great lot of metaphysical and esoteric explanations that boiled down to 'wet dreams are on the rise' (pun intended). It explains why he's had so many in the past week. It doesn't explain why so many of them have featured dark hair and skin like cloaked starlight and eyes bluer than the Aegean Sea, but that's his albatross to bear, not Dream's.

And then Dream had said something along the lines of how sex dreams had used to have poetry to them, there'd been an intimate back and forth, not just of bodies but of words, a build-up and a climax. One thing had led to another, and Hob had said what he said, and he stands by it. Still stands by it, even as Dream's eyes turn flinty and the corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk that would shame the devil.

"I am the Prince of Stories," he murmurs. His voice is a laser that cuts through the raucous din of the New Inn. There's a van's worth of footballers a few tables down, either celebrating or commiserating, it's not clear which, and the entire pub is lousy with the noise. Hob doesn't have to lean forward to hear his friend, so tuned is he to that purring baritone, but he does so anyways. It gets him closer to Dream, who also leans in, like he's about to share a secret. "Do you truly believe me incapable of crafting words titillating enough to bring one to completion?"

"I don't think you've ever said the word 'cunt' in your life," Hob says, doubling down like the idiot he is. He's never claimed to be a wise man, and especially not when he's in his cups. Besides, it's the winter hols, he's got nothing to do tomorrow, and if he ends this night with nightmares that make him piss the bed he'll concede that Dream has won this round.

"You would be incorrect."

Hob can't imagine Dream ever speaking in a way that's less than dignified. There's such power to him, all the time, such staid and solemn surety, and there's no room in that sort of denseness for telling your partner how much you'd like to suck their brains out of their prick. More's the pity, because he thinks if he could imagine it, the shape of his stranger's lips around the word 'cock' would surely be a fine feature to add to his repertoire of fantasies.

It's at this point that Hob makes the stupidest decision he's made all night.

"Prove it," he says, and takes a sip of his drink, secure in the knowledge that six centuries of swiving has rendered him immune to embarrassment, even in such a public setting. There is a long pause during which the only sound is the ambient riot of the Inn around them, the clink of glasses and the cheering -- or bemoaning? -- of the footballers, the nearly-incomprehensible drone of the sound system piping Top 40s Modern Rock into the kitchen behind the bar, Marv the bartender swearing as he uncorks a bottle of champagne for a mixer.

Then Hob feels something brush against his foot beneath the table, and the rest of the pub goes silent.

Or rather, not silent, but…muffled. Like someone's draped a great blanket over the both of them, and now it's just him and Dream, as it's always been, as it always will be, facing each other across a worn, wooden table, as much of the original wood as Hob had been able to salvage. He's worked it into the foundations, into the bartop and the tables and the floor, trying to preserve the stories he'd told for his stranger, the history, like it was ale that had soaked into the floorboards. Dream's eyes are focused on him, impossibly blue, and he feels another soft touch, this time higher up his leg. Like a foot stroking up his calf, except no game of footsie has ever left him feeling this breathless before, this yearning.

"Would you have me prove it to you with words of prose, Hob Gadling?" Dream's voice is a thing with texture. It'd be prosaic to compare it to such human stuff as velvet or fox fur, but Hob's limited in his petty human understanding, and to his ears it's plush and warm and welcoming. It's a voice to bury your face into, a voice that drips down the skin like warm honey or candlewax, with just enough bite to be interesting. "Would you have me woo you with poetry? Shall I compare thee, not to a summer's day, but to the wild bounty of the fields? More comely than all of autumn's fruits and grains, thy hair rich as the loam and the fertile earth?"

Fertile is an unfair word for him to use, Hob thinks. His brain's scattered out his ears in an attempt to try and hear better, but he doesn't have a choice, because if he wants to not hear he's going to have to get up and leave. And not listening to this just…isn't an option. Not with how Dream is looking at him, head cocked like a bird and his mouth red as garnets shaping around words, words, words.

"Shall I opine about the shape of your body? How broad and virile your chest? I have seen you at sport, Hob, and I know what you hide beneath sweaters and cardigans. I have seen the daydreams of those who lust after you. They imagine you coming in from your war games, stripping the shirt from your back and drinking the sweat from your body. They imagine what it would be like to sink to their knees and bury their mouths into your most intimate places. Worshiping you with hand and tongue. Would you have me describe these fantasies, Hob?"

Oh, please, he thinks, and wonders if it must show on his face, how dry his mouth's become, how tight his trousers are now, because Dream's little smirk grows wider. His pupils are blown so large they nearly eclipse his irises, and there's only a thin ring of startling blue outlining a sea of infinite void.

"Or would you prefer it in cruder terms?" The light pressure that's been dragging up and down his leg inches higher; it feels like fingers kneading into the soft insides of his thighs, and Hob's legs fall open to give the phantom hands better access. The Inn looks and sounds like it's moving in slow motion, but maybe that's just because he can't look away from Dream.

"Would you like me to describe how beautiful your cock is?" Dream asks, and he says it with the disaffected expression of someone asking about the weather and the deep and growling voice of a jungle cat, and Hob is fairly certain he makes a noise of his own, something undignified and stifled by how quickly he bites his lip. "How the weight of it would fit perfectly in my hand? You are made for pleasure, Hob. Thick. Heavy. Better still, to hold the shape of you in my mouth."

"Oh, fuck," Hob says. He's barely aware that he says it, but Dream's eyes light up with fiendish inner fire. There's no blue anymore. It's just black, and stars, and Hob drifting in them like a rogue comet, burning up.

"Yes. I could describe how you would fuck me. How you would turn me inside out. I would want to ride you first, to see the shape of you inside me. I would want you to fill me with your spend until I could taste it in my throat, and then, when I had found my pleasure, I would want you to bear me down into the bed. I would want you to break me in half, Hob Gadling, because I will accept no less than the most ardent lover, and if I do not finish the night with your cum leaking down my thighs and my arsehole gaping for you, I will not be satisfied."

The ghost-touch that's been drifting higher and higher along his thighs presses firmly against his groin, and Hob makes a strangled, gasping little noise, swallowed up by the thick syrupy slowness of the Inn, and comes in his pants. It's an orgasm so sharp and sweet and high that it feels like the prolonged note of a flute, and leaves his thighs quivering in the aftermath, and his breath coming in heady little rasps. He hadn't even been aware he was that keyed up, but then, he hadn't been aware of anything but Dream, and Dream's voice, and now how Dream is staring at him across the way, eyes glittering like a thousand diamonds set in velvet. Hob watches as he slowly lifts his hand from beneath the table, spreading his fingers. They're covered in cum, little beads and drips of it sliding down to the second knuckle, and Dream holds his gaze like a fist around Hob's heart as he raises his hand to his mouth and begins licking his fingers clean.

There's another noise, an uncomfortable whimper, that Hob doesn't want to think is him but probably is.

"Have I sufficiently proven myself?" Dream asks, popping his fingers free of his mouth with the most obscene, wet sound that Hob has ever heard. He imagines those fingers spearing into him and making that same sound from all the lube dripping out of his arse, and Dream's nostrils flare.

"Dunno," Hob manages to say, when he finally finds his voice. It's a thready, needy voice, but it is there. "Could use some more convincing. Don't suppose…you fancy coming upstairs to continue this conversation?"

There's a gentle stroke along the inside of his thigh, making his poor, spent cock twitch, and Dream smiles at him. "Yes. I believe there is more I could tell you, Hob Gadling."

And there is. A lot more. That night, and into the morning, and the next, and the next. Hob needs a lot of convincing.

He's grateful Dream seems up to the challenge.

#dreamling #dirty talk #dream/hob #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman #my fic #fanfiction #oreo sandwich continues apace we've hit 167k now lads lasses other

[dragonlover123a]

Giant!Vash and Knives NSFW HCS

20'! Vash

20'! Knives

5'! Reader

Twins

Vash and Knives have flora based genitalia

When not aroused, it looks like their almost sexless

But when they are, it "blooms" into a sorta fleshy flower

It kinda looks almost like a hibiscus flower, but with four black petals, a black tendril-like stamen (?) and glowing Plant glyphs.

Vash

You think this poor boy is insecure about his scars? He's even moreso with his bloom.

Because he's a literal giant, Vash is always worried about your safety

You're his itty-bitty little Mayfly. Of course he's going to be worried about you!

So when you finally suggest sex to your giant lover, he's a bigger worry wart than he is tall.

It takes some convincing, but eventually he yields, finding a big enough cave out in the middle of nowhere so no one would find you, nor would you get cold from the chilly desert night air.

You start him out by having him lay on his back so you could give each and every one of his scars the attention they deserve.

It takes you a while, but eventually you settle between his legs, his powerful muscular thighs like walls on either side of you.

He's already dripping by this point, his petals starting to unfurl.

Slowly, and carefully, you reach out, caressing each petal to coax a full bloom as you watch his glyphs light up his skin and the cave.

Vash's hand comes down as you start to stroke his stamen, his fingers being almost as long as your body, but gentle as they curl around your waist.

Even in total ecstasy, Vash is still worried about your safety, using his fingers to prevent the tendril-like appendages in the middle of his petals from swallowing you whole.

It doesn't take long for him to finish, but once he's done, it's his turn to pleasure you.

Vash takes you into the palm of his hand, kissing your tiny form all over as he cleans his nectar off of your skin like a mama cat grooming her kittens.

His tongue makes its way down to your now dripping cunt, gently pushing inside and making you see stars as his tongue laps your inner walls.

After a bit, he pulls away, before replacing his tongue with his pinkie finger.

As you orgasm right there in his hand, he's smiling down at you, purring softly as he appreciates his work.

The two of you fall asleep there in the cave together, you curled up between his pecs as his hand covers you protectively, keeping you warm.

Knives

Knives is not as gentle as his brother.

In fact, he doesn't even see you as his lover, he sees you as a pet.

It starts when you're sitting in your master's lap, watching as his long fingers fly over the keys of his custom sized piano.

You start daydreaming about those fingers, imagining them filling up your cunt to the brim as the rest engulf you within them like a cage.

You don't even realize you're wet until Knives stops, sniffs the air, and looks down at your petite form on his colossal thigh.

Your master gives you a shark toothed grin that makes chills go down your spine before he's telling you to strip.

Hesitantly, you comply, confused, but not wanting to get on your master's bad side.

Suddenly you find yourself being scooped up in his palm and positioned so your straddling his large knuckle on his index finger, his other hand coming up so you wouldn't fall, looking at you expectantly.

After about a minute of confusion, you finally understood what he wanted you to do and you start grinding his knuckle.

It's a little awkward at first, what with your position and Knives staring through your soul with his glowing eyes, but you finally manage to find a decent rhythm.

It's humiliating, being made to masturbate on his finger while he watches, but being humiliated by Knives was just part of your life.

Eventually he has enough of watching and takes you to the bathroom, putting you in the sink and telling you to clean yourself.

When you're done, he picks you up again, berating you for being such a nasty little pet but sighing and pressing a kiss to your body.

You can't help but smile a little as he returns to his piano.

He might be gigantic and terrifying and he humiliates you for his own amusement, but he cares about you in his own weird way.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut. So please let me know what y'all think! Reblogs are always appreciated 🥰

#trigun #vash the stampede #millions knives #millions knives x reader #vash x reader #g/t #smut #giant!vash #giant!knives

[yan-lorkai]

Rook Hunt drabble with; “It’s okay to love me. Please love me.” and “The moon, it shines above the city, illuminating your skin so clearly- this pumping heart is for you.”

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I didn't know if "this pumping heart" was figurative or literally, so, uh, as a treat reader gets a heart as a gift lol. Aside from that, I hope you like it, anonnie! <3

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warning: Yandere content, violence, kidnapping, not implied if reader has stocklhom syndrome or it's just faking.

"The moon, it shines above the city, illuminating your skin so clearly-" The soft, awe-filled whisper leaves Rook's pink lips as he looks at you, eyes bright with his obsession with you. "This pumping heart is for you, mon amour."

He turned to face you, the person he longed for, the person who had stolen his heart, with a huge dreamy smile. The smile you used to love and now scared you. With a trembling hand, he opened a huge velvet box, revealing a bleeding heart illuminated by the soft moonlight.

It was more than just a gift; that was a declaration of how deep the love he felt for you was, it was a promise that he would always protect and care for you in his own twisted way.

You didn't dare look at him, you didn't dare look at his bloody hands or the organ he places in your hands, humming an eerie song that leaves you feeling anxious. Rook was like a cat always bringing you unpleasant gifts that left you with a bitter taste in your mouth. The months spent with him taught you not to ask, not to ask whose heart that was, not to ask about the strange screams that echoed in the forest, green eyes staring right at your neutral features.

Like a cat, Rook lets his arms wrap around your waist and his face nuzzles affectionately into your neck, breathing in your scent as if it were the oxygen he needs to live another day. After a hunt he always becomes clingy. And you are always subjected to long periods of cuddles.

You just wish he wasn't covered in blood, goosebumps spreading down your back as soon as you feel the wet, noisy kisses Rook leaves on your neck.

"It's okay to love me." He murmurs. Soft as his sly fingers take your face in his hands and he looks at you. The hunter deftly notes your discomfort, the smile on his lips growing. He had hunt the most stubborn creatures that roamed the woods but certainly you are the most stubborn of them all, so afraid he'd break your heart or hurt you.

And sure, he understande where you're coming from. He had taken you away from everything you knew, from your house, from your friends. And he not regret it. "Please love me."

The heart slowly cease its movements in your hands, your feelings all mixed up as Rook captures your lips in a slow, sweet kiss. Loving him would be a mistake, but it felt so right in that moment, you felt seen and heard with him, protected in his strong arms and when his tongue entered your mouth and his hands caressed your face so tenderly, you just closed your eyes and let go. You gave in to everything you felt.

Mistake or not, whether you fake your love or not, even the most stubborn prey is caught at some point. And that was all Rook could ask for at that moment.

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #twst rook hunt #twst rook #yandere rook x yuu #yandere rook x reader #yandere rook #yandere rook hunt #rook x mc #rook x reader #rook x yuu #tw yandere #lorkai interaction

[nickybloodhead]

oh my god your recent post was so good. could you expand/write something about literally dominating james in bed though!! please and thank you you’re the best <3

Oh yeah, let's make James a bitch now, shall we?

James was lying on the bed with you on top of him holding his wrists, you smiled smugly at him having him speechless and with flushed cheeks.

"What's the matter handsome, cat got your tongue? You teased him with a sly look, he was sighing shakily as watching you take control was doing things to him, he gulped and shook his head. You chuckled and moved up to his face to steal a quick kiss accompanied by a playful bite on his bottom lip, James' hips moved up a little and bumped against your crotch.

"Baby, come on…" His voice was huskier than usual, with his eyes begging for mercy to finally feel some pleasure as you had been playing with him for too long. You smiled mischievously at him and released his wrists, of course not before giving him a warning look to keep his hands to himself.

Slowly you moved down to spread kisses along his neck, chest and abdomen, you wanted to make him lose his mind with pleasure. You fiddled with the waistband of his shorts and pulled it down to reveal his fat, throbbing erection, you licked your lips at the sight of that delicious cock standing proud and erect that you would soon have in your mouth.

"Shit, I always forget how huge you are" You spit into your hand and wrap it around his girth so you massage up and down as you look into his eyes, James gasps and drops his head back with a big shuddering sigh.

"You're going to kill me if you don't do something now, please" His voice falters as he tries to pronounce the words correctly, his abdomen contracting with each caress. You pout derisively and chuckle at the sight of him reduced to a panting mess.

"Aw, aren't you cute when you beg like that?" You kiss his inner thighs without breaking eye contact with him, James can't help but moan this time as his cock twitches. You bring your mouth to his length and lick a path down it to finally put it between your lips and suck his tip, massage his balls and squeeze lightly as you love watching the mighty Hetfield squirm like a little slut. James has the cutest moans as despite his deep voice, they come out higher pitched than necessary plus his face contorts into a grimace that makes his lips look deliciously fleshy and pink. You suck him for a while, taking as much of his cock as you can, lick and jerk him off for a while until you know he's close, then you stop suddenly causing him to moan in desperate whimpering.

"Fuck, don't stop" He mumbles completely gone in his cloud of ecstasy to the point where his hand moves to grab his cock, of course you don't allow it and slap his hand away.

"Hands still, remember sexy little thing?" You reprimand him and climb onto his lap, his length rubbing against your dripping wet slit. "Ask nicely and I'll be sure to ride you good, I might even let you cum this time" You raise your eyebrows and look at him condescendingly as your hands roam his chest in a tantalizing caress.

You felt his body shudder under your weight, his eyes glistened with lust. You knew he could throw it all away and just turn you over and fuck you wildly, however James was enjoying watching his girl take control over him too much, he was really turned on so swallowing his pride, he decided to beg.

"Please pretty girl just…let me have you" You tilted your head in pleased at his words so you lifted up a little and lined his cock up in your hole to let him sink into you, you closed your eyes and moaned his name as you felt your walls accommodate to the large size of his girth, rested your hands on his chest and as promised you started to ride him.

You both moaned in complete pleasure as you rocked your hips to create friction against your clit, you were leaking all over his abdomen with every bounce as your pussy swallowed every inch of his cock, his hands gripped the sheets tightly as watching you take him so well was driving him crazy. The sound of splashing echoed throughout the room, you were both making a fucking mess but it felt so good that you didn't really give a shit; your thighs clenched around his hips as you were on the verge of orgasm.

"May I?" James was so lost he could barely utter these two words, he was fucking cute as he asked you for permission to dump his load on you. You weren't much better, you nodded granting him your permission to cum as you slammed into him faster.

With what little strength he had left he sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you down and fill you with his cum, he grunted as he spilled his release deep into you, that caused you to clench his cock as you cum with a satisfied squeal.

Then with his arms still holding you, you both fell to the bed completely sated and exhausted, your pussy still fluttering around his length milking every last drop of cum out of him.

"How good you were to me, you definitely earned the right to breed me, handsome" You whispered with breath still hitching, making James to chuckle softly and cradle your face for a languid, lazy kiss.

Imagine calling James sexy little thing 🤭

#this was pretty vanilla #but anyways #I'd love to be a little bossy with james in bed #make him desperate enough for me to beg #jaymz #early 90s james #james hetfield #james hetfield smut

[diangelosarmy]

Ever since Apollo had been restored to God status, he’d been visiting camp more. Sometimes even spending the night in his own cabin, in the bunk that belonged to Lester. This was such a time, but there always came a point he had to leave. Still, the Apollo cabin always seemed in good spirits when he came to stay, even if it was sometimes embarrassing. Apollo was bidding each of his children a farewell on the porch of cabin 7. Nico di Angelo was also sitting lounged against a support beam. He was a little nervous to hang around the first few times Apollo had visited, but the god didn’t seem to mind his presence and that was enough for Nico.

“Oh Will, I almost forgot!” Apollo beamed, literally. ���I’m just doing you a favor, so know that I mean nothing else by it alright?” Will’s expression quickly shifted to confusion but before he could ask, his father had turned away from him and in a single long stride landed in front of Nico. “What-“ Nico started, but he didn’t get a chance to finish either. In one surprisingly fluid motion the God had grabbed Nico by his shirt, hauled the demigod to his feet, and firmly pressed his lips against Nicos. Nico’s eyes went wide and his hands reached out in vain to push Apollo off of him, but he couldn’t pry himself away until the God dropped him. He failed like a wet cat and fell backwards. Will and Nico both flushed deep red. It was Will that managed to find his voice first. “Dad, what the fu-“ Apollo cut him off again “Ah, Ah, watch the language around your father” he winked as he said it. “Take a look” he gestured toward Nico.

For the first time attention turned off Apollo and toward Nico, who was still sprawled out on the ground. “What?” He demanded “What is it?” Starting from his face Nicos skin slowly darkened from the pale white it had slowly become to the Olive tan it had once been. Freckles dotted his nose and cheeks. His hair lightened from black to a dark chestnut. Even his eyes had lightened and seemed to take on golden flecks in the center. “You’re…tan” Kayla offered. Nico looked down at his hands and noticed the difference. He hadn’t been this shade since he was a child, spending his summers in the Italian sun. Not even when the Argo II had circled the African coast. He figured he’d spent too much time underground , or absorbed too much darkness to allow that anymore. “How did…” he trailed off and looked up at Apollo. Apollo winked again and did a little two finger salute “Sun kissed” He said nonchalantly “Mortals do pick up on some things. Don’t worry” he said clapping Will on the back “He’s all yours, just thought you might appreciate a little reset” Will just looked between his boyfriend and father, still too stunned to speak. “Anyway, Love you guys! Gotta run!” He exclaimed and burst into a nearly blinding flash of pure light before disappearing completely. The remaining Apollo cabin as well as Nico stayed in silence for a few long, long minutes. “Will?” Nico eventually managed as he picked himself up off the ground. Will looked at him for a long moment. “You look good. Don’t ever do that again”

#Solangelo #nico di angelo headcanon #heroes of olympus #pjo #nico di angelo #toa #percy jackson #will solace #trails of apollo #willico #hoo #pjo apollo #lester papadopoulos #this is dumb #why did i write this #diangelosarmy

[03-shiro-25]

BTS reaction | when you love the rain

BTS OT7 x gn reader

Synopsis: you love the rain. You love listening to it. So you went outside to enjoy it

warnings: only fluff I think

Note: I just thought of Jk's reaction randomly and decided I had to write it down, so why not do one for every member?

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Jin

He was always concerned about your well being. Almost like a parent would be. And he knew that you loved the rain more than anything. So as he stood in the kitchen looking for snacks and realizing that is was raining he was literally just waiting for you to storm down the stairs to go outside.

And just like he predicted, not even a minute later he heard you running down past him towards the door. He made his way towards you while you put your shoes on, getting ready to go for a walk. "And what do you think you are doing?" he spoke, jokingly trying to sound like a parent. You looked up to see him slightly smiling at you.

"Oh come on, you know what I am doing, I am going on a walk!" you exclaimed excited. He loved seeing you like this. But he wouldn't let you leave without at least a jacket and an umbrella. He would hate seeing you sick because of something you loved. So he grabbed a jacket and an umbrella and handed you both items. You understood that he cared about you so you took both and started to leap towards the door before you even put your jacket on.

"Hey?! Aren't you going to wait for me?" he asked dramatically, so you turned around to look at him questioning. Only to see him putting his shoes and jacket on too. He has never been the biggest fan of rain so you didn't quite understand what he was doing. He noticed your confusion and explained. "Just because I don't like getting wet like that doesn't mean I can't go on a walk with you in the rain. As long as I stay under that umbrella!" he pointed towards the item in your right hand.

You smiled you biggest smile as you left hand in hand with him.

Suga

He worked on his songs the whole night. It was early in the morning already and he hasn't slept one bit. For the first time in hours he took his headphones of only to be met with the gently tapping noises the rain made as it fell against the windows. He has always found comfort in rain, so he decided that it was finally time to take a break from work.

He exited his small studio he had in your shared house and went to the kitchen to get himself something warm to drink. As soon as he entered the living room he felt that the air there was way colder than usual. So he looked to the door which led to the stair to the garden and saw that it was open.

As he approached the door with the intention to close it he stopped as he saw you, sitting at the stairs, which were shielded by the roof, in your pajamas just looking at your garden and enjoying the rain. This sight was just breathtaking for him. Your uncombed hair, the beautiful flowers in your garden and the trees and grass looking fresh from the rain. He slowly approached you "Hey.." he greeted you with a soft voice. You turned around looking at him "Oh, hello baby" you smiled as he kissed you before sitting down on the stairs next to you.

"What are you doing up already?" he asked you as he took a sip of his hot drink, offering you some. "The rain woke me up... so I wanted to come here and enjoy it for a while" you said, taking a sip of his drink, gazing at the leafs that shook every time a raindrop would land on them.

For others seeing you like this might have seemed sad, but as Suga looked at you he saw nothing but pure happiness and relaxation in your eyes. He laid down with his head on your lap. Closing his eyes he listened to the raindrops tapping, feeling the heat radiating from you keeping him warm and feeling your hand that found its way into his hair, stroking it gently. He snuggled against your touch almost like a cat would.

All these things slowly lulled him into his well deserved and highly needed sleep.

J-hope

It was the middle of the night. You were fast asleep when you suddenly felt your boyfriend shaking your body almost violently. "Baby!! It is raining! Come on!" he spoke once he was sure you were awake. But you didn't even register what was actually going on. Just sitting in your bed, still half asleep while slowly looking at your seemingly excited boyfriend.

After a moment you got yourself to look at the clock. It was 2 in the morning. Why did your boyfriend just wake you? As you turned your head to look at him slowly he got impatient. So he carefully but forcefully grabbed your hand and pulled you out of bed towards the front door. "Come on before the rain stops again!" he spoke with a big smile an his face. You stumbled a bit but managed to follow him wherever he was leading you to. As the word rain left his mouth you were wide awake suddenly. "Rain?" you asked him with a still slightly sleepy voice. He just nodded and pointed outside.

Even if it was still really dark outside you could make out the raindrops falling down to the ground. A wide smile grew on you face now too. "Well?! What are we waiting for! Let's go!" you squeaked, hastily putting on your shoes and jackets before leaving with your boyfriend hand in hand to take a walk in the rain, like you two always do.

Enjoying the raindrops falling on your face you turned to look at him. You were so grateful that you found someone who loved the rain just as much as you do. He really was the love of your life.

Namjoon

The moment he heard water splashing from outside he knew exactly what was going on. As he turned in your shared bed to look at the clock on the nightstand on your side of the bed, he saw that it was only 4 o'clock in the morning. And that you were not in bed beside him, just like he thought. Slowly he got out of bed and made his way towards your garden.

As he looked outside he saw you, in your pajamas, with wet hair and oversized rubber shoes jumping from puddle to puddle. You always did that when it was raining. As he looked at you it was like looking at a kid, enjoying itself in the rain. But he still didn't want you to get sick so he went to grab a jacket and came back to the door that lead to the garden.

"Hay baby, come here and put on your jacket or else you will get sick!" he screamed as loud as he was allowed to at that time of the day. Afraid he might wake the neighbors. As you just kept on jumping around he wondered if you just haven't heard him or if you were ignoring him on purpose. But whatever the reason was, he actually didn't really care.

He loved watching you enjoy yourself and having fun like that. So he just gave up on getting you to put on a jacket and just stayed there at the door. Watching the love of his life playing in the rain. He really wanted to engrave that sight into his head.

And if you would get sick in the end he would gladly take care of you until you were fit enough to play in the rain again next time to get sick again. He didn't mind. He was glad that he had a partner as loving and energetic AND childish as you.

Jimin

You were laying in bed when you got woken up by the gentle sounds the rain made as it fell against your window. Rubbing your eyes you sat up to look out of the window, seeing the sun slowly raising at the horizon as small raindrops were falling down to earth. It was a beautiful sight. So you decided to look at it from your garden. From there you had perfect view at the horizon and the sun.

Carefully, not wanting to wake your sleeping boyfriend up, you sneaked out without making a single noise. Taking a blanket and making yourself a cup of hot chocolate you wrapped the blanket around yourself while making your way to the garden, sitting down on a bench while just watching the glowing, orange and red sun slowly rising and enlighten the sky with ever color you could think of.

Suddenly you felt a presence behind you, but before you could turn your head Jimin already sat down beside you on the bench just looking at the sun with you, not saying anything. Leaning his head against your shoulder he quietly began to sing a calm and soothing song. You looked at him for a moment, kissed him on the top of his head before you returned your gaze to the sun.

The moment he started to sing a rainbow started to form in the distance. Making the view, the whole moment just perfect. Your boyfriends siren-like voice sounding in the air. The rain adding to his beautiful voice. A tear of happiness escaped your eye as you put your arm around Jimin who stopped singing to kiss you lovingly.

V

To your surprise, before you could even think about storming out of the front door to go outside into the rain, your boyfriend beat you to it. He rushed past you already putting his jacket on and opening the door before turning to you with sparkling eyes and a big teeth-showing smile. "Don't be so slow baby! Hurry so we can go outside!" he told you as he already stepped out to wait for you in the rain.

For a moment you were shocked to see him this excited because it was raining. You always thought that you were the only person who loved rain this much. As you still weren't outside by his side he called you again "Love?" that pulled you out of your thoughts. Hastily grabbing your stuff to leave the house. Stumbling as you tried to put your shoes on while rushing outside to your love.

He just watched you, laughing lightly as you struggled on your way to him, but when you finally made it to his side he smiled at you, kissed your cheek and took your hand in his beginning to walk down the street. You squeezed his hand in yours as your clothes grew wet and wetter with ever step you two took. You didn't know where you were going but neither of you cared. You just wanted to enjoy this with him.

He suddenly stopped walking. You made a few more steps until you turned around to face him, wondering why he stopped. He smiled at you before he came running to you wrapping his wet arms around your wet neck, hugging you tightly while the rain kept falling onto your bodies. You hugged him back, enjoying the heat his body was still radiating. "I love you so much. Thank you for everything Y/n. You are the best lover in the world" he suddenly said while he nuzzled his head in the crook of you neck.

You felt tears of joy forming in your eyes, hugging him tighter against your body. Never wanting to let go again.

"I love you too"

Jungkook

You and Jungkook were sitting in the living room watching a movie when it suddenly started to rain really heavy outside. As you both realized that you two looked outside for a moment, basically analyzing the weather. Well he was. You were admiring it. Rain was your favorite weather ever. When you were a kid you always used to run outside to dance in the rain.

"Wow, it is raining pretty heavily. I bet no one will leave their houses until it stops again." he spoke out loud but you were barely listening to him. To fascinated by the rain. "Right love?" he continued as he turned his head towards you but realized that you were not going to answer him. So he tapped your shoulder slightly to get your attention. "Love?" that pulled you out of your trance-like state as you quickly turned your head towards him. "Hm?.. Oh yeah totally" you just answered, not even knowing what he actually said.

He looked at you confused and than at the door you were previously looking at. As his eyes went back to you again he realized that you were admiring the rain. That was the reason you didn't listen to him. "Do you want to go outside?" he asked you lovingly, despite what he had said earlier. Your eyes widened as you looked at him with a big big smile forming on your face. "Can we?!" you almost screamed due to your excitement.

"You know, when I was a kid I always used to dance in the rain, I have always loved the feeling of raindrops falling onto my skin. The noise it made blocking out everything else in this world. It is really comforting. You should try it one day!" you suggested to him. He admired you the whole time you spoke about rain like it was the best thing in the world. "Well, why not try it now? Lets go dance in the rain!" he smiled his bunny smile as he stood up grabbing his phone and speaker, ready to put on some soft background music.

You were so excited you jumped up from your sitting position on the couch, grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door. He couldn't help but smile at that as he went outside with you to dance until you both were wet to the bones from the rain.

But neither of you minded. You just enjoyed the moment. Promising to do this every time it rains from now on.

#bts #bts x reader #bts x gn reader #bts fluff #x gn reader #bts reactions #gn reader #x reader #bts ot7 #bts ot7 x reader

[asingleshampdition]

Sympathy for Jin Shirato

In all honesty, I actually feel just as, if not worse for Jin, than I do Chidori; especially in Reload, despite Chidori being the most fleshed out of the Strega three. This character analysis will not include developments from Shadow Cry, as I'm not aware of most of its contents enough to include it. (P.S. There are no visuals because for some reason, Tumblr doesn't want to save with them.) I think the motivations of the three Strega members are very important. All of them came from the same background, as child experiments; and thus, we can draw fair conclusions from them.

Takaya wants to get back at the world for hurting him. He's a man who is very weak-willed, and wishes for death, as long as it means others come along with him. He's adopted this view in which his only purpose in life is to bring everyone down with him: as he's been granted the power to do such (in the form of Hypnos), he's under the impression that his life is meaningless otherwise. This is why he's so unwilling to give up the Dark Hour to SEES; he's unwilling to start over, because in his mind, he's built up meaning for himself. Takaya doesn't really care for anyone; everyone he comes across, to him, is either an asset he can use to achieve his goal (Jin and Chidori), or an obstacle (SEES). As much as I'd like to believe Takaya genuinely did care for Jin and Chidori, I can't see it. At the end of the game, Takaya becomes a cult leader; Strega had always had parallels to such, and cult leaders, like Takaya, don't typically care about their followers. Rather, they see them as tools, to get their way. From my point of view, Takaya is an irredeemable piece of garbage, in the games, and cannot compare to Jin or Chidori in terms of sympathizing potential. As previously stated, I'm not accounting for Shadow Cry in this post, so I don't really know how the pathetic wet cat man is portrayed there. Chidori's motivation is that she, quite literally, has no motivation. She finds no purpose in life, and therefore, doesn't really care what happens either way. In her eyes, dying just means she'll never wake up again, and the end of the Dark Hour? "Cool, more days to live until I inevitably die," is probably what she would've made of it. Either that, or, "oh no, Medea!" Chidori's motivations are so radically different than both Takaya and Jin's motivations, and I believe this is why she was able to break away from such a cynical, nihilistic line of thought, much more easily than the other two. The only reason she followed, and was loyal, to Strega, was because Jin and Takaya were similar to her. Other than that, she held no regard for them, and did not consider them friends. It did not matter, to her, who she followed. If Takaya had been a better guy, maybe with hopes of reform, she probably would've turned out better as well. The only person she really cared about, until Junpei, was herself; as selfish as that sounds. She considers Medea her only true friend, as a representation of how she isolates herself, in order to not be afraid of death. So, where does that leave Jin? I believe Jin, unlike Takaya and Chidori, possesses a trait that neither of the other two have: genuine care for the few people close to him. The reason Jin doesn't want the Dark Hour to disappear is very similar to Takaya's; however, as shown in Reload, this isn't really the case. We have to remember that Takaya, essentially being a cult leader, even before he starts such, is incredibly manipulative and charismatic. Think of Jin as a young, impressionable dude, who is at an incredibly low point in his life; someone who is emotionally vulnerable, someone who can be targeted. The perfect candidate for a potential cult member. Then comes along Takaya: someone who is kind to him. Someone who treats him with dignity, with respect; someone who is there for him when he needs it most. Someone who 'saves' him. Kind of like Chidori, I believe Jin could've fallen for anyone; it didn't have to be for Takaya, it just had to be someone who was kind to him during the darkest time of his life. Unfortunately for him, Takaya does not truly care for him, unlike the vice versa, and whatever kindness Jin experienced from Takaya may or may not have been an act of manipulation. Kind of like how cults usually target young, impressionable, emotionally vulnerable individuals. Jin was manipulated into siding with Takaya; and kind of like a cult member and a cult leader, the member would align with the leader's ideals. Therefore, I do not believe Jin's true reason for standing against the Dark Hour's absence is the same as Takaya's.

This is not to say Jin doesn't have a 'real' reason; unlike Chidori, I believe he does. His statements on 10/31, being: "If the Dark Hour disappears, we might forget everything that happened, won't we? / I'd forget you and Chidori, the things we did together, our time at the facility... All of it." I find this line an incredibly simple way of painting Jin in a sympathetic way; and yet, it's incredibly tactful. Jin values the time he's spent with Takaya and Chidori; he values them. To him, they're like family. They are what SEES is to Makoto/the protagonist: his friends, the only friends he's ever had, and he'd rather die than forget about them. The only problem is that both Takaya and Chidori hold little to no regard for him. I'm somewhat sure he knows this, and yet, he still chooses to view them in such a way; even after Chidori pays virtually no mind to him as a person, and when Takaya separates from him in the final stretch of Tartarus, knowing that Jin would probably die.

This conclusion does raise some questions, though; when Chidori sacrificed herself for Junpei, why didn't Jin say anything? Rather, why didn't he try and stop her? After all, he's mostly silent, and Takaya does most of the talking during the sequence. Strega's philosophy on death is to not fear it, as it is inevitable. Perhaps this is also why Jin does not show sadness when Chidori dies? To Jin, as well as Takaya and Chidori, they've accepted that they will all die someday, because of the suppressants, as well as their Personas. Jin doesn't view Chidori's death as sad, not because he doesn't care for her, but because Strega has already established that death is inevitable for people like them. Another potential reason for Jin supposedly not caring for Chidori's death is the presence of Takaya. As a cult member is to a cult leader, Jin is dependent on Takaya. Since Takaya only views Chidori as a pawn, perhaps Jin would take on Takaya's view on the matter; to Jin, Takaya is wiser than anyone else. I really can't think of any other reasons as to why Jin wouldn't show much emotion during Chidori's death, other than either one: Jin specifically referring to Takaya, and only adding Chidori in as an afterthought, in his quote, or two: bad writing. The first one I doubt, as I feel like Jin would be one of the last people to tell a half-truth (to Takaya, of all people, to boot); especially since his last name is Shirato (white door), referring to how he can't keep his fatass mouth shut when talking about important information with SEES. I don't really think the writers would make such an oversight; adding Jin's sympathetic statement, and then forgetting to make him sympathetic otherwise. Not saying it's not possible; it definitely was, considering the quality of the villains' writing in the older versions of Persona 3. I just find it unlikely. This all just goes to show that Jin could've ended up just like the SEES members, if not to a greater extent than Chidori. He loved the ones he was close to, and he believed in bonds, to some extent. Of course, maybe not in the way SEES does, but the point is that he did; and bonds are the entire premise of the Persona series. Takaya never believed in bonds at all, throughout the entire game; he's too focused on himself, so he's out of the question. Chidori doesn't believe in bonds until Junpei shows up, even with Jin and Takaya in the picture. Jin is the only Strega member who would go as far to die for his found family, the only member who loved his companions from the start.

The more I think about it, the less I really blame Jin for who he became. Like I've mentioned before, you have to think of Jin as a cult member. A cult member who was 'indoctrinated' by Takaya, because he was naive, impressionable, and a lost soul; looking for someone to love him, respect him, stay by his side, and 'save' him. Would you fault a lost soul, someone who is incredibly emotionally vulnerable, as well as naive, for being manipulated into a cult? Sure, you could view Jin as 'stupid' for falling for Takaya, but that's the thing: people who become cult members aren't always stupid. They could be the brightest, most mature person you know; and that's not the point. Cults target people who are lonely; who want love. No matter how bright, mature, talented, well-read you are; at the end of the day, you are not immune to manipulation, if the manipulators pull the right strings. I think that's what's most scary about Jin: his story revolves around how someone so bright, so talented, someone who was one the right track, who more or less had the right mindset about relationships, was thrown off course, because he was also lonely, naive, and lost. It's very similar to many people who join cults; his character, even in Reload, can be written off as just some cynical, Takaya-obsessed bomb maniac, kind of like how a lot of people write cult members off as off-putting, evil, and sadistic. I think Reload did a terrific job at exploring this part of his character, even if it was just a few extra scenes. Or maybe I'm just overanalyzing because he's my favorite character lmao, who knows?

#jin shirato #takaya sakaki #chidori yoshino #persona 3 #p3r #strega #character analysis #AUGH WHY DID JIN HAVE TO DIE AAAAA #I WAS OK WITH HIM DYING IN THE ORIGINAL GAMES BUT THEN THEY GAVE HIM COOL ART AND MADE HIM A GOOD CHARACTER #BRUHHHHHHHHHHHH

[kyouka-supremacy]

I usually like to imagine that Beast! Sskk's relationship is just as intense and, if not, even more tumultuous than than canon! Sskk, but the other part of me says they get together quicker (whether they work together as partners quicker or simply become boyfriends quicker, your pick) entirely because I find the prospect of the beast! ADA interaction with Beast! Atsushi so funny

Like on one hand, Atsushi is known as the White Reaper of the Port Mafia, one of the most terrifying and ruthless assassins. But he also has the personality of a very skittish cat that stands in corner of the room and does not talk to people aside from stare at them (its the anxiety) but since he masks his usual emotions so much he just looks really menacing.

And on the flip side the ADA cherishes Akutagawa; they trust him and they believe in his intuition, so if Akutagawa assured them that there is no harm in Atsushi's presence, then surely they have nothing to worry about, right? Yeah but they forget Akutagawa's weird as fuck and finds companionship in the most questionable people, so they should've figured to prepare themselves in advance

So now there are rules in the ADA regarding Atsushi when he is in their building:

1.) Akutagawa needs to stay in the room and keep atsushi company for everybody's mental health (so many weapons came out in the 3 minutes it took for Akutagawa to go to the cafe for a snack and come back)

2.) Dont stare tiger boy in the eyes too long he'll get defensive (at least he was kind enough to repair the broken wall in the agency office)

3.) Dont turn the lights off when he's in the room he blends too well in the dark (everyone had at least 2 heart attacks cause they couldn't see or tell he was there)

4.) Dont take photos of him he'll know when the camera is pointed at him (fukuzawa tried to video him playing with the trinkets and Akutagawa's desk and he got so embarrassed he left and ghosted everyone for a few weeks)

5.) Dont comment on the amount of sugar he takes (emotional support sugar packets for his coffee. Same incident as rule.4)

6.) If sskk does some out of pocket homoerotic enemies type shit, ignore them. They're not gonna stop. (Ada made a betting pool, and it keeps pooling in more money. Akutagawa doesn't know its existence yet)

Okay first of all Anon THANK YOU I LOVE YOU WITH EVERYTHING I'VE GOT LITERALLY NOTHING IS GOING TO EVER GIVE ME AS MUCH JOY AS OPENING MY ASKBOX TO SEE A LONG ASK TALKING ABOUT BEAST SSKK. DAY WEEK MONTH ABSOLUTELY MADE I LOVE YOU FOREVER.

Second of all Beast ada is SO unhinged, they all literally went “this is our little murderous wet dog of a new member and this is his doubly murderous catboyfriend”. I love the set of rules, in my mind Kunikida actually wrote them down and hang them next to the door of Fukuzawa's office, hoping it could help avoid confusion in the office as much as possible. They are updated occasionally. I love Atsushi being... Completely unstable like yeah that's literally everything Beast Atsushi is (on the verge of breakdown / violent panic attack 24/7). Like he IS a feral cat he IS going to launch at you and scratch your face. And I LOVE how Akutagawa's presence instantly calms him because??? It would??? Because they have this unmatched connection and Atsushi knows no one understands him as deeply as Akutagawa does, and that at least is comforting and soothes him and makes him feel safe. + major abandonment issues that will have him quietly (and then not so quietly) spiral into panic as soon as Akutagawa is gone and he's left alone in an environment he's not familiar with. I'm dying at the idea of Atsushi ghosting the ada for weeks on more than one occasion that's such a dysfunctional behavior and that's so him I love it. I love all of these brilliant spectacular showstopping thank you so much Anon I owe you my life

#Hey Anon you're welcome to talk about Beast sskk in my inbox any time. btw #atsushi nakajima #He really went from Port Mafia White Reaper to young Akutagawa's little catboyfriend uh. Good for him #ryūnosuke akutagawa #sskk #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd beast #Beast!!! Beast!!! I'm so starved for Beast content I swear. Nothing makes me happier than talk about Beast #people asks me stuff #beast anon

[strawbs-screaming]

the boxers on a sick day

im home today so uhh enjoy

Glass Joe - since he has a decently good immune system, being sick hits him HARD. He just turns into a wet cat and wraps up himself in blankets like a burrito

Von Kaiser - He gets headaches and usually tries to walk it off and has to sit down, he doesnt like having to sit down & lay down when he has stuff to do

Disco Kid - handles it well & doesnt hesitate to rest, usually drinks tea and soup, layers up and watches some movies

King Hippo - Literally unable to get sick. He has the immune system of a GODDAMN unit. Even if he would be able to get sick he would walk it off within a day

Piston Hondo - gets some meds prescribed and gets a check up to make sure its nothing serious, follows his doctor's advice to the smallest point, usually drinks tea & reads

Bear Hugger - sickness hits him hard like a truck so he just lies down, he doesnt even bother to walk it off since he knows damn well he'll slump down on the floor like a fish

Great Tiger - will just sleep it off and it works 99% of the time, if it doesnt work he'll get some clones to get his meds or bring him soup

Don Flamenco - sick victorian child, he usually plays his sickness up for fun and usually has headaches

Aran Ryan - Just sleeps and drinks soup, also layers up like a burrito

Soda Popinski - trusts his soup with his life, he has a specific soup recipe that was passed down from his grandma to his mom to him and that soup recipe has been with him since childhood and he loves it, he swears by it on his life

Bald bull - cant handle being sick but tries to walk it off, he usually ends up with a headache and has to take even more days off, unless you force him to sit down for a while he'll ignore the migraine, nausea and fever

Super Macho Man - also tries to walk it off, except he he gives up really quick and just uses it as a excuse to avoid doing stuff he doesnt want

Mr Sandman - takes some meds and drinks tea, usually tries to do boxing while sick

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #punch out headcanons #bald bull #don flamenco #aran ryan #glass joe #piston hondo #great tiger

[punmonster]

*sips tea* OK so you know how part of Dongrang's story is how the city can beat the kindness out of people, and lead them to becoming more callous in the journey to achieve their goals [even if said goal would help people] and how one could perceive that as mirroring Dante and how they could grow to become a worse version of themselves [or did before the amnesia gave them a factory reset]. What if Dongrang is meant to represent one of the many paths Dante could have gone down through their journey?

Like generally disregarding the sinners as they can be brought back as easily as the wings on a chicken can be regrown - wearing them down to the point they may not even blink in the face of death as they know they have no other option. One could also tie this in with Dante's more recent thoughts of how the clock is more important than themself - like how Dongrang 'talks' to them despite knowing damn well they can't talk back - disregarding 'Dante' as a person for their usefulness.

Thinking on it, one could make quite the argument that the antagonists of each canto each represent a path Dante could have gone down - they all do have the common theme of being leaders of some kind. Though some are kinda stretches.

Hermann - she got off scot-free from the consequences of the smoke war, practically leaving all those that formerly trusted her in the dust as she moved on to work for N corp. She represents how after all is said and done with Limbus, Dante could practically start a new life if they get their head back, whilst all the others will have all their deeds - crimes 'n all - permanently etched into their records.

Sonya - honestly, I got nothing. He has ties to both Hermann and Demian [Dante mentions seeing a mark briefly appear on his 4head and we all know what that means] so putting him in H or D team is tough. If you have any ideas, please enlighten me.

Kromer - she is someone who saw what Sinclair could become in the future and proceeded to use his loneliness and apprehension towards prostheses to mold him closer towards what she wanted him to be. She represents how the power Dante holds - both in the fact they're the manager and their more recent showings of seeing the pasts of the sinners - could be used to strangle the sinners as much as it could free them. And them trying to give Sinclair a pep-talk whilst literally melting is pretty good proof that they aren't doing the same.

Dongrang I already covered but Dongbaek could also have some parallels, namely with the TLA, unfortunately I do not understand much of her character so I shall stay my hand.

Ahab - she near entirely replaced the will of her crew with her own, furthering her obsession and igniting theirs. This eventually leads to their deaths, which are then dressed up pretty and used as yet more fuel for her to use in her speeches. She turns the crew into her mermaids, reflections of herself, and Dante could have done the same to the sinners, if not for their generally wet cat demeanor.

Perhaps this was part of the reason each sinner was chosen - not only for their ability to resonate with the boughs - to allow Dante to face what they could have become and face them down, allowing them the will to become a better manager, if for nothing more than to not be like them.

This then implies that Limbus intends for them to continuing their position of 'manager' in some capacity, either continuing to be one to the sinners or something else.

Also - I shall now be marking of my blabbering in your inbox with the [⏰] emoji, because I like Dante very much.

Good day, night or whatever time it is for thee, farewell!

hello ⏰ anon and thank you for your thoughts! i hope its alright i put this as its own post. i! i have trouble reading long posts, but ill eat away at this bit by this and will likely have the thoughts

thank you vm for all your time and attention!

#limbus company