#and I presume a lot of people are working hard so this type of comfort is popular and logical to make | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

spennsrs · 8 months

Text

𖦹⋆｡˚⋆ฺ the only exception.

↳ TYPE OF WRITING: drabble ↳ CONTENT CREATOR: damien haas from smosh, mentioned shayne topp, spencer agnew, trevor evarts, and courtney miller ↳ SONG REC: the only exception by paramore

"we did some great work today! get some rest, dames. tell [y/n] i said howdy!" shayne's voice was muffled slightly through the phone, but nonetheless damien cheeses the possibly biggest smile known to man.

"will do, man. don't party too hard without me. although, i'm expecting some sort of text from courtney at some ungodly hour saying how you and spence drank too much."

"hey!" the faint voice of spencer almost makes damien jump, but at least he knew now he was on speaker phone, shaking his head with a chuckle.

"love you lot, but i am home now. drink water!" damien parents his friends before hanging up on shayne, sparring him from having to hear any protests. with a sigh, he puts his car in park and turns the car off before deciding to take a moment to just... breath.

he was super excited to be home with his partner, [y/n]. well... unofficial partner... cuddle buddy? situationship even, as he had heard trevor mentioned the other day. damien didn't care for a label. labels were pressed onto society way too much. two people could live together, cuddle, sometimes kiss, and not be a couple. simple as that. [y/n] seemed to enjoy it just as much as damien, and his cats finally had another parent to love on and beg for food. no matter what really happened between him and [y/n], as long as he could still come home to them, he didn't quite care.

ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ

as damien opened the door to the apartment, it wasn't a surprise only freyja padded to the door to greet her father. zelda always did prefer [y/n]. "hey, sweet girl." he mutters, setting his bag by the door and crouching down to gently scritch behind the cat's ears. he picks up the grey and white feline and quietly follow the noise of what he presumed to be his partner's favorite show. his suspicions were confirmed when he peeked his head into his room to see his sweet black and white cat curled up on [y/n]'s lap, sound asleep.

he couldn't help how his heart swelled at the sight. the form curled up on his bed was covered by the sheets of the bed, tired eyes slowly trailing to where damien stood. the tired eyes shone, and damien swore he could see every star in them. "hey, love." he says lowly, slowly approaching the bed to set freyja down to let the cat join her sister.

"hi, damien."

the sleepy voice made a soft pink blush creep up on his cheeks, sitting on the edge of the bed. his hand reaches out, gently carding his fingers through their hair. [y/n], much akin to a cat, leaned into the touch with a soft smile. they reach for the remote, pausing the show. there was a comfortable silence that fell between them, damien could tell the other was emotionally exhausted. as much as he wanted to whisk them into his arms and shower them in kisses and compliments, to downright worship them and let his emotions spill like a leaky faucet.

but he had to be okay with keeping himself at a distance, to admire form afar.

[y/n] angled their head to look up at damien, simply admiring his features. he was deep in thought, and it made them pout a bit. "what's on your mind, dames?" they say softly, scooting over as their hands slip around his bicep, pulling him to lay down. "you've had a long day. wanna watch something?" the soothing voice of [y/n] made damien blink, before letting a yawn escape his lips, stretching out.

"i was gonna shower... but now that i'm laying here, exhaustion is finally catching up with me." he mumbles, slinging an arm around [y/n]'s middle, pulling them close. the sound of their giggle makes damien angle his head to comfortably look at the other. "you're so breathtaking..." he mutters, and he knows [y/n] hears due to the deep red blush that paints itself over their cheeks.

with a squeal, they hide their face in damien's chest, and damien could stay like this forever. "no, 'm not..." they mutter softly, snuggling closer.

moments like these were damien's favorites. it was selfish, but in damien's perfect dream world, he might have been [y/n]'s only exception to their avoidance of love.

little did he know, he was their only exception.

#damien haas #damien haas x reader #marnie's writings #smosh #smosh x reader #smosh games #smosh pit #i love these sillies sm #shayne topp #smosh shayne #smosh damien

329 notes · View notes

lossie92 · 4 months

Text

This story is a direct result of @kooriicolada pitching an idea to me (again) and me going "lemme write that down real quick" (again). In conclusion, neither of us has self control and you're benefitting from it (again).

The working title is Romance Comes Later. Hope you enjoy? 😅

Also, happy holidays to you all! I'll be posting more stuff this week so stay tuned!

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics

He raised one of his hands and with movements that were painstakingly slow he reached out to place it along the curve of Tobirama's cheek. Without the ever-present happuri the omega's features appeared much softer. He looked younger like this, the innocence of childhood not entirely gone yet.

It made Madara think about how young Tobirama actually was as he stroked the delicate skin under the omega's left eye. Even with the glove on he could still feel the warmth of Tobirama's blush and he smiled at that, amused.

Tobirama nuzzled against his palm, his eyelashes fluttering as he blinked lazily, drowsy with what Madara suspected to be exhaustion finally catching up with him.

"You should rest," Madara said quietly.

"I'm not tired," was Tobirama's whispered response. "Just… It's nice. This. I— Nobody really does this."

"Mm? What do you mean?" Madara leaned in, his forehead against Tobirama's. The omega's breath caught at the gesture. It was more than obvious he wasn't used to this, which was a thought that didn't sit well with Madara for whatever reason. "What is it that nobody does?"

"Touching," Tobirama responded. His voice was small and the single word hard to catch, but Madara heard him anyway. "Nobody— not like this."

The admission was shockingly honest. It made something twist in Madara's chest – something that felt an awful lot like anger.

He wasn't a stranger to the concept of touch starvation. It wasn't uncommon in their profession. Being trained to fight and kill from a young age tended to result in intense paranoia. Madara himself had some hangups about people he didn't know getting too close, but he still had his pack to provide the comfort when he wanted and needed it most.

The younger Senju brother, it seemed, didn't have that despite the fact he had family.

Apparently able to sense Madara's unease, Tobirama added, "Anija does mark me with his scent. It just… ends there."

"Only Hashirama?" Madara asked just to be sure. He didn't expect much from someone like Senju Butsuma, but the idea was that the man would push away his own child…

He felt Tobirama nod. "Touka-nee is a beta. She doesn't understand," he explained in the same soft, quiet voice. "It's… I'm used to it. But I also want… this. There's something I— I j-just want you close. I don't know why, I—" Tobirama paused for a moment before continuing, "You'll think I'm crazy, Uchiha-sama, but it's almost like— there was this story my mother used to tell anija and I."

"A story," Madara repeated. "What was it about?"

"Fated mates," Tobirama said with a vivid blush. Though he had ducked his head presumably in order to hide it, Madara could see clearly how red his cheeks and ears were. It was beyond adorable. "She told us that, um… that it could happen sometimes," Tobirama continued. "A match so good it felt life-changing. I didn't believe it could be true back then."

Madara hummed, considering. "But you do now." It was a statement, not a question. "You think this is why we're so… drawn to each other.

"Yes," Tobirama responded. "It seems plausible. I don't— I haven't felt this type of pull before."

"Me neither."

Tobirama looked up at that. There was something entirely too vulnerable hidden in his wide eyes – a type of hopefulness and yearning that Madara found completely disarming.

Heart in his throat, he cupped Tobirama's face in his hands and kissed him square on the lips before he could talk himself out of it.

#mdtb #madatobi #tobimada #uchiha madara #senju tobirama #madara #tobirama #madara x tobirama #a/b/o au #lossie writes #gift fic #naruto #naruto founders #naruto fanfiction

91 notes · View notes

simpforbutchwomen · 9 months

Note

Can i request Junker queen sfw alphabet? :3

Sfw Alphabet for JQ

//I love this woman ;-;

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

She's very affectionate. She learned the hard way to show your loved ones as much as possible before they are gone.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She's that one friend who does and says dumb shit all of the time. She's extremely fun to drink with because you never know what's going to come out of that loud mouth of hers. She appreciates you sticking around despite it. The two of you became friends presumably by just having similar interests. Music, clothing etc. You can take her jokes without being offended, she likes that.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She likes having you laying on her chest or spooning you. On her rougher days she likes to fall asleep with her head in your lap as you twirl and play with her hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She doesn't know if she ever wants to settle down. She does know however that she wants to spend the rest of her life getting into trouble with you. As for cooking and cleaning its a bit of a bust. She's not great at either. She can be a bit dirty. Her cooking skills are okay at best, she eats some crazy shit. Being without for so long you come up with crazy meals to eat. Unconventional, but its still food.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I doubt she ever would, it would have to be you to break it off. Wouldn't end the greatest. A lot of crying and anger would come out on her end. Not a pretty picture to paint.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

When the time is right she would be the one to propose. The thought of you being by her side forever gives her comfort. Odessa looks for stability and consistency in many things, a relationship being one of the major ones.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

She's a tough one to crack. She is physically strong and struggles with being gentle, overtime becoming better about it. Emotionally is a roller coaster. She can listen to your grievances all day but doesn't bring up her own until much much later into the relationship. It hurts her too badly.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Odessa adores hugs. She gives big bear hugs, lifting you off the ground and nearly breaking your spine. Physical affection is something she's keen on.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She shows her love to you quicker than she says it. It's a hard word to say for her at first. That connection she craves oh so deeply, but to openly say it is terrifying.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She's a bit problematic with how jealous she is. She crosses boundaries on occasion and has to work to learn to let it go. She goes with you everywhere and will borderline assault someone if they stare at you for too long. All to many people have been cut by her knife.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The first time she kissed you was after a bar fight. All the adrenalin was overwhelming. Safe to say you were slammed against a wall and kissed hard. The gets intense with her kisses most of the time. Full tongue. She does like it when you give her soft kisses on her shoulder, its sweet. For you? She will kiss you anywhere and leave a mark.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She adores children. They are a fresh start, uncorrupted by the world. She want's them to have a better life than she had. Once they grow up that's a different story.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Not a morning person per say. She's the type to stay up late and sleep in. When she does arise she's a bit of a grouch.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

She loves the night time. All of the stars in the sky are just so beautiful to her. She likes taking you outside to star gaze with her. I like to think she struggles with insomnia. Some nights she will come to bed, others she won't bother.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Slow reveal of her past, or at least what really happened in her past. She will talk about all the people she's fought or her wild adventures in the outback proudly. Other things wont follow until much later.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She has no patience. She has the patience of a child waiting to open their Christmas present. When she want's something she wants it in that exact moment. She tends to get angry rather quickly because of it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

It's a mix of both. She remembers important details such as your favorite color, animal, food etc. but if asked what color your eyes are, she will blank.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you kissed her the first time. You were bold about it to say the least. (I might write a fic about this later).

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Over the top protective. If she had her way no one would look at you. God help any soul that hurts you in anyway. She's not one to make angry.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She goes a little crazy with it. Your first date is cheesy as hell, candle lit dinner with the fanciest table cloth she can find draped around whatever she's using as a table that night. She does her best to make you happy.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Her anger is a big one. She's hot headed. I imagine she's also a smoker too. She's got a lot of things to work on.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She's vain in the sense of she needs her appearance to be perfect for her. She doesn't care about anyone else's opinions. Odessa can go a little overboard on exercise a lot of the time, but hey, she needs to be in shape for when the next fool comes in thinking they can take the crown from her. "When she is bad, she is fucking gorgeous."

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Her life long plans originally never involved a partner, never thought she needed one. Now that she has you she can't imagine a life without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Au version of her I feel would really love bands like Otep , Korn, Rob Zombie etc. (this is me admitting I have a playlist for her ;-;)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

NOOO neat freaks. You would hate her and she would hate you. She likes her trash pile. She also wouldn't be too fond of people who didn't have an alt style about them. A little picky.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Never sleeps at the same time every night. When she does fall asleep she sleeps hard. Nightmares are typically what wakes her.

#junker queen x reader #junker queen #odessa stone #overwatch imagine #I love it when women #that's it #that's the tea

78 notes · View notes

humanheartharmonia · 1 year

Text

To all fictives, factives, and introjects...

If you struggle with discomfort with doubles who are different from you, or with your source being different, that is an understandable reaction - someone who looks like you, has the same name, maybe even acts like you, having such fundamental differences can be startling, and if you have had issues with your identity, it may even feel threatening to you.

That being said, it is very unpleasant, especially if your system is active in your source's fandom or if you've been looking for sourcemates. It can also be very inconvenient. I really struggle with this. I avoid the "me" side of fandom, and I mute servers that have doubles in them, even though I feel I really ought to be more comfortable with them.

With all this in mind, here are some things that may help you.

You are you, and nobody else can change that.

If your existence is spiritual/metaphysical in nature, remember that there are infinite universes in which anything can happen.

If your existence is psychological in nature, different systems have different interpretations of characters, and that absolutely can affect what traits they were introjected with.

While I do not agree with 'you are not your source, you are a psychological construct made for [x] purpose', I do think it is healthy to have some degree of source separation, if possible. If it does not work for you, then it does not work for you, but I think it helps to be able to look at your source character/person and say "That is not exactly me, but I am a lot like them." Perhaps even, "That is the template from which I was created".

Most importantly: you are you, and nobody else can change that.

The most useful part of the post is over, but I have included some personal anecdotes below the cut if anybody is interested.

Let us look at two cases of this from our system - Hunter and myself.

Hunter is sourced from The Owl House. He is very strongly aroace and was incredibly uncomfortable when a new popular ship involving him and another character arose. It quickly became one of the "default" ships of the fandom, almost as popular as Lumity. He stayed around, but did not go anywhere near front very often. Recently, though, we have been able to contact him in our headspace. He now has antlers, and is now living his life as a forest elf, instead of what he was before. In his case, he found it helpful to distance himself strongly from canon. He is who he is, and he embraced new aspects of himself so he could feel more like himself. Because of how extreme his reaction was, we have stopped watching the Owl House and stopped engaging with the fandom, but we are still taking steps to help him distance himself. He seems to be doing quite well now!

Now, for myself. In canon, my source character is a presumably cisgender man using he/him pronouns. The way I am was actually affected by fandom - I am fairly sure that the amount of nonbinary headcanons influenced my gender as I formed. There are a great deal of headcanons and ships involving my source character, most of which I do not follow. I am a human, not a Zoroark, and I did not have any romantic relationships. I have found it hard to accept that just as character interpretations influenced my gender, different character interpretations have influenced other aspects of those with the same source character. There is a primal negative reaction when I see someone who looks like me, and has the same name as me, with similar aesthetics, who is very much not me despite everything. It is something I hope to lessen, and eventually get over. (In all honesty, I am mostly writing this post for my own sake.)

Separation is hard, and does not come naturally to us. We, as fictives of Team Sieben, are not the types who can read fanfiction and headcanons while feeling fine and unthreatened by other people perceiving us in a way we do not control. I wrote this post in hopes to build that skill. Maybe I will never be able to post art of myself and label it as 'fanart' without feeling nervous and wrong, but I hope I will at least be able to engage with fictives who are different interpretations and different versions of my source character.

#fictive #factive #introject #pluralgang #plurality #plural system #endo safe #traumageninclusive #plural #actually plural

47 notes · View notes

visualnovelzombie · 1 year

Text

Furry Visual Novel Book Club: Echo Week 1 SPOILER DISCUSSIONS

Hi everyone, here is the SPOILER discussion post for “Echo - Saturday” (Click HERE for the Spoiler Free Discussion)

Next - Original - Spoiler Free Version

Let me know if you have any feedback for the format, and be sure to vote in the poll linked at the end of the post for which Route we’ll be doing first! This is for people who have completed ALL of Echo previously!

As we hit Start, he melancholy title theme is cut silent, only to be replaced with a droning hum on a black background. A mysterious narrator opens by saying that we’re ‘returning’ and that just like this town, we’re only going in circles, as the opening ‘Day Card’ drops.

What could this Narrator be referring to? How is the town itself going in a circle?

It is safe to presume that the Narrator is Echo-Samuel Ayers that has bonded with Chase. While there are many possible interpretations, the cleanest and easiest to me, is that Samuel (who I will drop the ‘Echo’ moniker because his ‘ghost’ doesn’t appear in game) is referring to the ‘Player’ as an entity, and that how once again we are returning to see our characters suffer through the timelines etched in stone, and how we can’t stay away from their suffering, despite our attempts to make better choices. This sets the tone and meta-narrative of the Visual Novel as a whole and is the biggest IN PLAIN SIGHT type of spoiler this game gives.

We are then whisked onto a desert highway where the main character, Chase Hunter, has a conversation with is mom.

Is there information can we glean from this quick introduction of our lead character?

My pet answer here is that Chase is the same as his mom, in more ways than one. We see later on how her gossiping causes a lot of problems for Sydney, and how she might not be the most faithful/be promiscuous. Something we see Chase do... We Also learn that Chase is dismissive of his parents opinions/concerns, and that he’s ‘struck out on his own’.

We’re introduced to two of Chase’s friends, Jenna and Tj. The trio drive down the highway and Chase eventually remarks about being “Unbalanced” with just the three of them

Is there anything we can learn about how Chase describes about his friends here?

Chase wants or needs things to be the ‘same’, just like Leo. He wants the comfort and security of how things were, even though he’s been the instrument of change and escape. He’s torn between wanting his old life (before Sam) and also wanting to escape the psychic mind prison he’s found himself stuck in.

A short discussion later and we’re met with the game’s first choice: How the main character feels about the journey.

How impactful do you think a choice so early, with so little information could be? Why would the author put something as potentially impactful as a choice so early with such little ground work?

It doesn’t. It’s a direct commentary about how “we’ll always be back” and “no matter how hard we try, we’re always moving in circles”. I also believe it’s both an ease into normalcy for VN players in general, and masking Chase as a “blank slate protagonist”, as he isn’t sure about how he feels about a very big thing he’s spent all day headed towards for HOURS. A clever masking trick and mechanical tutorial all wrapped into one.

Spoiler Discussion/Observation: It was Chase who contacted Leo about going back during Spring Break, and from there Leo plans the group hangout. This shows Chase was still in contact with Leo and if Leo was truly ONLY planning on getting back with Chase, the wolf would have probably not invited everyone else back. Of course the growing Hysteria probably threw off his intentions as we clearly see later on in the game. But also highlights how he reacts/feels in Tj’s and Carl’s route while not omnipresent.

Following the choice the trio arrive at the hotel and disembark. The first ‘musical’ track begins to play when we get our first character sprite, “Neutral” replacing the ambient highway noises, and we get our first glance at the characters we’ve been with.

Tj Hess and Jenna Begay

The trio settle into the motel room and another character is introduced, Carl Hendricks.

Our four characters discuss what they’ve been doing since highschool; Carl has dropped out of college that he attended with Chase, Chase is enrolled in a journalism major, Jenna is enrolled in a psychology major with plans set in motion to attend grad school, and Tj is in a sports medicine program at a Christian College.

Through natural dialogue the characters are able to give concise and quick insights to their interests, motives, and character disposition. An ‘exposition dump’ that provides deeper insight than at first glance (That we’ll see later!) Just a short tidbit that stood out to me as excellent writing.

We’re then introduced to two new characters, accompanied by the track, ‘Come Over’, a Flirtatious Synth Jazz piece. Chase’s tail involuntary thumps and his heart skips a beat as the two walk in

Flynn Moore

and Leo Alvarez

The group banter for a while, enjoying their meals. Chase discusses going to Lake Emma with Leo, a local reservoir, in order to complete the Otter’s school project. Leo immediately shuts the idea down, the two glancing at Flynn in the process. Chase feels guilty about the idea, and says he feels like an imposter for not knowing how his friends feel and trying to run the place after being gone for three years at university. The conversation continues, until the music is cut by Chase noticing Leo’s Anchor Bracelet. Chase is startled after Tj notices that he’s staring into space, and the music resumes with the track, ‘Banter’.

What’s happening to Chase here and why would someone need to call him out from his thoughts?

Chase has main character dissociation disorder caused by one slutty slutty old man. The physical affects show the player that the cause is bigger than a psychotic break, and that inner monologue mechanics/situations can tie into the plot line. (see Tj’s route!)

The group carry on into the afternoon and eventually snap a group photo, the game’s first CG

Spoiler Discussion/Observation: I truly believe that this photo/cg is ‘off balance’, not center-framed, because the group is missing Sydney. Without him, everything is thrown off-balance and into dismay... with Chase at the center of the cosmic unraveling.

Spoiler Discussion/Observation : Chase comments on waiting for Jenna to fall asleep before we’re met with a “...” I believe Chase is being set up for doing ~SOMETHING~ or having the capacity to do ~SOMETHING~ at night. We see this during Tj’s route, but I believe this was placed so early and has other places it can occur, as a tool for Howly to have Chase be the crazy little otter man he is more fluidly, even if we never see much more 100% concrete times of him doing this.

The group continues into the night before the three locals return home and the trio retire for the night. Chase has a nightmare where a metal chain is attached to his leg, pulling him down into a lake. Leo is there and ignores Chase’s situation, choosing instead to compares their “bracelets”, saying “everyone gets one.”

What insight does this nightmare give to earlier events? Does this event cause any tone shifts from what was previously established?

The Anchor Bracelet, the symbol of Echo, is what drives Chase to break into his own head/away from Sam for a second. His guilt and sins and worries bind him to this land (metaphysically, physically, AND mentally), and the nightmare manifests this. Leo is conversely shown to be proud of his bondage, literally wearing it on his sleeve. He also comments how “Everyone gets one”, signalling that everyone else has something that binds them to Echo too... something they can’t escape which leads to cycles of trauma they’re soon to experience/experience again and again...

--------

That concludes the first Book Club for this week! Thanks for reading and I hope to have a fun and hearty discussion with everyone in the replies!

For next week, we are reading all of ‘Sunday’, until the following Day Card:

Be sure not to forget to check out this poll HERE to vote on whose route we’ll start in two week! Thank you again to anyone participating <3

#furry visual novel book club #zombie book club #echo vn

25 notes · View notes

sidewalk-scrawls · 2 years

Text

So I’m thinking a bit about how OFMD has presented class so far, and I think there are three main routes the show could go to mess up the class narrative (as well as a route they could go that wouldn’t suck):

1) Wealth is good actually! This is the reading a lot of fandom seems to be leaning toward, especially given the (accidentally) pretty popular upper class = femininity bit. This version would likely have Ed becoming part of the upper class. I’m pretty confident the writers won’t go this way because it would be very, very weird if they did but like. I’m bringing it up because I get the feeling this is what a lot of people want. (I do not want this at all.)

2) Wealth is a burden actually! Now, this. This is an option I truly hate. The “being rich is hard” angle. The writers have already leaned into this a bit with Stede’s whole deal, but I’m assuming next season Stede will be doing some introspection, seeing as he just gave away all his wealth. Presumably, he will discover that money does in fact provide security that he has now willingly sacrificed. If that happens, it would be absolutely bizarre if the story ended at this conclusion.

3) Wealth doesn’t matter actually! To be honest, I can see the writers going with this option. In *this* scenario, Stede has given up his wealth, but he isn’t negatively impacted by it. He doesn’t need money to be happy! He’s a pirate now, all he needs is love and freedom! This reading sucks because, again, money does buy both security and a sort of freedom -- Stede wouldn’t have run away to become a pirate if he didn’t have sufficient funds to build a custom boat and to pay his crew a salary while he figured out how piracy worked.

So now that I’ve covered the ways that the show can get this wrong (there are so many ways they can get it wrong lol), how do I think the show can get it right? Essentially, the writers need to be comfortable with a bit of complexity. More than one thing can be true at a time -- Stede felt trapped in his upper class life and the boundaries of society were constraining, but *also* wealth provided him with a type of security that he couldn’t get without it, as well as a certain amount of freedom. Ed and Izzy and the rest of the crew deserve a better hand than what they’ve been dealt (Ed deserves nice things!), but also, money cannot retroactively fix everything. Everyone deserves the safety, security, and comfort that money can provide, but no one deserves the sort of wealth that Stede accumulated.

There’s obviously still room for a lot more nuance here, but given OFMD is a romcom and not an educational examination of class, I would be very, very happy if it could clear this bar. I think it’d be a really nice departure from media that tends to either downplay wealth or glorify it.

Now of course, if the writers *really* want to make me happy, they can pull a twist on Robin Hood, and in season 2, the Revenge can become a co-op that exclusively steals from rich folks. I think that’d be very fun.

#i have *got* to stop writing meta posts in the middle of the work day #this is what i get for logging onto tumblr and having Thoughts #oh well!#ofmd #ofmd meta

47 notes · View notes

rosehearrt · 1 year

Note

Cater Diamond for the character meme

ACCEPTING ━ Give Me a Character;

Cater Diamond.

How I feel about this character

Love him to bits. I've written him myself before, but my muse for him tends to fluctuate heavily. I relate to him in a lot of ways ( the blatantly obvious depression, the overcompensating, the ' persona ' he puts on for others ), so he's comforting for me. Of course his text speech ( actually saying ' lol ' out loud my god ) is hilarious and so is the aforementioned persona, but I really appreciate the side of his character that he hides underneath and all of the little hints that he gives us every so often that he's not doing as well as he seems. To me, it feels like he thinks he won't have anything to offer anyone if he isn't always easygoing and fun caykun, a reliable and friendly upperclassman, an entertaining and easygoing friend, and prepared to offer up a quip or a joke ( even self-deprecating ) at all times for the sake of a laugh. I don't know - he gives me a lot of feelings. I wish things were easier for him. I'm sad that he struggles to find his identity and be satisfied with it. But I do love the parallels between that particular trait of his and his unique magic. Wonderful character trivia.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

ririkei / lilicay: I love the idea of immortals falling in love with humans, I always have. And there's something about the idea of Cater and Lilia falling for each other with Cater not even knowing Lilia's real identity as a high ranking general for the Valley, OR that he's Silver's father, OR how old he is. Lilia struggling with that and having to figure out when and how to tell him because he doesn't want to lose him...that kind of thing is SO good. But all of that aside I also really enjoy their canon interactions, and I love how they're in the same club and seem to really like spending time together. Idk there's just something I really like about these two for some reason.

idekei / idicay: popular boy and borderline hikikomori. Must I say more? It's a good ship. I saw some fan art awhile back about Idia messaging his discord kitten in front of Cater and then Cater's phone chiming, which KILLED me. They have awesome potential as being the funniest ship ever, but I also think Cater could really be himself around someone like Idia and not feel pressured or judged by it which would be a pretty big deal. I'd love to see it.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Riddle and Cater. I love the way Cater jumps to Riddle's side, ready to help him whenever he needs it, and even when he doesn't ask for it. Even when he was at his worst point and embodying his most tyrannical self pre-overblot, Cater stuck with him, which I think is really lovely, especially because imo Riddle has a hard time feeling like he can give a title to his relationships with others, or figure out the depths of them, but like Trey, Cater has created an inability for their relationship to be anything other than true ' friends ' with his loyalty and his genuine concern. Even when the rest of the dorm turned on him, Cater was trying to defend him, which says a lot. Trey did it because they have a long and complicated history, but he and Riddle presumably only met the year before when Riddle entered NRC. Riddle is unpopular, and clearly disliked in their dorm, but even though it went completely against Cater's character and his never-ending chase of popularity and being as well-liked as possible, he stuck with Riddle. So, I thought that was great. I also love how he kind of has an unofficial position as Riddle's third-in-command. He and Trey always seem to be following after Riddle together, rather than just Trey himself ( the vice housewarden ). As for Riddle's contributions - the fact that he took the time to learn Magicam ( no easy feat for him ) and use it to create a way to help Cater study says it all for me. He doesn't put in that type of work for everyone, and he definitely doesn't change his way of tutoring to suit the individual. I think they both care about each other very much, and I think that's wonderful.

I also love Kalim and Cater, Trey and Cater, and Che'nya and Cater. The first two bc they're obviously ppl he considers close friends, and the last one bc that's my ideal chaotic duo haha.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I guess that I don't think he's as 2-D as some ppl make him out to be? Idk.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I have a few things, actually. I talked a lot about his relationship with Riddle up above, but I'd like to know how that kind of loyalty became established in the first place, and why Cater would go against his natural behavior and interests to stand by Riddle ( even when it affects his own image ).

Maybe this is corny, but I'd also like to see some of the other characters start to notice that there's something wrong with him/he's struggling in ways they didn't realize before. I want him to get the recognition and help he deserves!

I'd also love to learn more about his mental state and the progression from wanting as many friends as possible while being lonely moving around so often as a child to creating this carefully crafted and researched persona of his and this desperation for popularity. I want to know how exactly it happened and what was the catalyst for him essentially losing his real identity.

#.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ ANSWERED. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 .#.*･｡ﾟ♕ ˗ˏˋ OOC. ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪’𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵 .#mostrohost

9 notes · View notes

luimagines · 10 months

Note

*walks on in tiredly, hands you a mug of hot chocolate and a basket filled with cake to match, does not elaborate* Hey there, just passing on by to wish you a nice day, hopefully things have been well for you and if not, may your days brighten soon for you surely brighten a lot of people's days ^^

Not really much to say today because my brain is too tired and sleep deprived but yelling about your writing shall come eventually xD, as for assumptions, hm...

Likes The Legend of Zelda obviously, favorite game is probably a tie between Twilight Princess, Ocarina of Time and or Majora's Mask and Skyward Sword, possibly one of them was your first game too.

Really kind and patient person, though quite clever too and talented given your merch, you have a lot of asks and presumably a lot on your plate but still manage to answer as many as possible and don't mind people rambling here about different concepts or series and also write with a good degree of frequency, also quite firm to put your foot down when you're not okay with something, not in a bad way! More in a fair sense, and willing to offer an ear or empathy if someone's having a hard time, not many people can do that while keeping a level head.

Very cozy? The type of person who's very comfortable to be around in a sense, the type you think is really cool even if you only interacted once, but definitely the type someone might feel shy when actually approaching to interact or who might not go through with talking with as a result of said ahyness, plus your writing really makes my day some times, specially during bad ones, nothing better than suddenly find out you posted and reading through it with a mug of coffee or a cup of tea while my dog is curled up nearby, specially after some tiring days. Like a warm cappuccino cup with a book on an autumn afternoon if you will.

So over all someone who's doing their best and who anyone would be lucky to be friends with really ^^

Also Twilight is definitely one of your favorite Links, I have no idea who the runner up to him could be (possibly Time, because we all are simply Circe and Calypso when in the face of that man who'd give Odysseus a run for his money), but you can definitely talk about him for a long time and as a Twilight enjoyer that delights me a lot XD

Anyway, not really much to say besides that which likely has not been said before, so once again, thank you for all your work in the fandom, for inspiring me a d of course I hope you have many nice days and nights ahead of you!

-Just a Tired Anon on a Stroll/WintertimeStoryteller 🐚

Actually nope on the game guess. XD

I've been in the fandom for a while, but I've only played my first LoZ game back in 2020 and it was Breath of the Wild. ^.^*

My merch?..... My merch!??!... Like my shop? XD

Goodness, I've associated that word with like... youtubers and stuff with their own brands and such. It hit me like a truck until I remembered the full meaning of the word. Whoops-

(I do try to patient no matter the person/circumstance DX I'm glad it comes off that way.)

Cozy is the probably the highest compliment I've ever received from anyone ever. I gotta hang that up somewhere.

Twilight is one of my favorites, yes.... and also very quickly followed by Time. -.-

I realize that I am not subtle in that at all. XD

And you're an incredible individual as well. <3

I hope your days and nights are pleasant and darling. I love your rambles and long asks XD

#pinky replies #pinky answers #this was very sweet and a lovely surprise to find in my inbox <3 #I'm still on that wild west story you're teasing me with #Don't think I've forgotten ;-)

3 notes · View notes

mbti-notes · 1 year

Text

Anon wrote: Hey, I really like your blog, thank you so much for your hard work!! I need help with my type, I want your opinion. I want to know my type so I can learn more about myself and really understand me in a deeper way. I suspect I’m ENFJ or INFJ or ENFP or INTJ. I know for sure I’m N.

I apologize in advance for the length of this message. I hope you don’t repeat yourself in your responses. I tried to search for this in your blog but I never really understood the functions very well, I guess it’s my fault because all of this is hard sometimes, trying to type myself I mean.

Important data: I suffered from depression and severe verbal bullying for years, and consequential self-loathing, I had therapy and still have but I’m way better now. I can say I’m healed so my functions developed in some way or another and this might be a clue to finding them in specific. My parents are very Se-Ti (I think, I’m 97% sure of it) and I’m an only child who was very influenced by them in the past.

I will explore each function below.

ENFP:

Ne – I constantly make up stories inside my head, I like writing novels (although I don’t write as much as I imagine it), I like learning new subjects that are outside of my reality, example: history, psychology, philosophy, learning Chinese language and Chinese history when I’m European, I also explore world religions even if I don’t adhere to it, I like learning just for the sake of learning. I want to explore the world, going everywhere and I am curious about how to change the world for the better, I prefer thinking about world-size issues like politics than every-day struggles like taxes. – this is constantly throughout my whole life.

Fi – I presume this function is about honoring our emotions and feelings. I am much better now that I learned that I need to put myself first before everyone else so I can really help them and also to make sure they don’t abuse my generosity. – I learned this lesson after a very bad experience (a year ago) when people disrespected me because I also didn’t respect myself because of bullying but I finally learned that I need to do want I like beforehand.

Te – I want authority to like me and to realize I’m special, that I’m responsible and that I follow the rules (even though I don't always like rule), basically I want to be the good student. At school I wanted the teacher to like me and to say I was his/her better student even thought I wasn’t A+ but B- but this only happened at the teacher no one liked (if they were good teachers).

I also like when older people give me reason, example my parents, teachers, boss, older people in general – I want to be seen as organized and polished and responsible. I also like to make my opinions after gathering data because I want arguments to back-up my argument, I don’t feel comfortable just having an opinion or a decision without someone giving me reason. I want to be a leader (even though the consequences of it can scare me), I do want to me remembered forever for doing something no one else has done for the benefit of humanity.

I also get very angry when I give my friend the solution to her problem and she still keeps talking about it when I already gave her my advice, it’s very annoying, it's like these people prefer just having problems and complain rather than solve it as much as you can and move on. But this is just with some friends. I also have another friend which annoys me a lot because she doesn’t obey me (my advices for her own good) – it can also make me feel as if my opinion is irrelevant but this is way less common nowadays (because I don’t speak to her everyday), she’s very stubborn and that annoys me so much.

I hate when people tell me what to do but I love telling people want to do lol. – this is constantly throughout my whole life. HOWEVER wanting to me tuff all the time is tiring, I used to not want to cry and to feel things (society told me I should always "suck it up" and not feeling anything sad and we all know that's not healthy). I know now I need to cry if the body wants it, if I feel sad but I always cry in private. I try to never put myself in public vulnerable positions.

Si – this is not inf in my opinion because I am responsible, I take valuable lessons from my past and I don’t like taking as much risks as Ne-doms use to (this is constantly throughout my whole life). I do like doing new things, I have that hunger more now that I’m more independent now (I have a job and a car) so I can go anywhere I do the things I want to do but I don’t think everything that has over years of experience should be put to death. I do like some old approaches once in a while and I do value security. // however, when I was in depression I just got scared about the world and the people around me, I didn’t leave my house and I thought that no matter what happened I never had hope for getting something good out of anything. I was very victim-mentality at the time even though I wasn’t complaining out loud, it was more from me to me.

INFJ:

Ni – same as Ne – I like planning (sometimes), I want to do something with my life that people will remember me decades after I’m gone and I do want to make the world a better place.

Fe – I tend to put people above me (but not always). When they talk about something that I don’t find amusing, I don’t tell them in their face, I keep smiling because I hate conflict and criticizing someone’s tastes is not correct. I just criticize when they do something wrong (Te/Ti) but because I want to help them, but I only get verbally angry with close people. With people I don’t know very well, I tend to smile and agreeing because I prefer this way. Many things in my life is made for the benefit of others I guess: I want to be seen as pretty, competent, intelligent, skinny, sexy.

I do love making friends and having a good time, just telling whatever comes to my mind when I’m in the flow of fun in a great conversation rather than thinking how saying X or Y will make them betray me. I just like having friends and talking about everything I like with them. My friends have different tastes of mine, I say I don’t like because of X but I’m not sincere, if I was I would say “why do you like that? Why do think like that? That’s dumb!” I don’t do that because it’s not okay.

I also don’t wanna be special (unless I’m better than everyone else) but stuff like “I suffered bullying so I’m more important than you” is never my thing, I just want to be like everyone else in that regard but I do like being better than others, more extroverted, more intelligent, more pretty – it doesn’t always happen but I’m describing my thought pattern. I also know it’s not fair to think like this but I don’t take advantage of it.

Ti – same argument as Te. + I have become more independent lately and I want that. I hate being contrived by anything (telling my parents where I’m going when I’m going out, submitting myself to do things I don’t want to because of society’s pressure’s - example “you have to get married and have kids everyone else is doing” I hate it, the “everyone else is doing so you must too” I hate so much and it’s stupid because I’m not everyone else, I’m a person. I prefer when people follow me and not the other way around, not that I’ve influenced people, I wish I could, I wish I could also manipulate them so they can follow my advice for their own sake for once. (I do know that being manipulative is not a good thing to do).

Se – when I’m bored and nothing much is happening that is new, I tend to “extrapolate” and “do something crazy” which involves buying books or clothes or going to the mall and drink some coffee. I also eat candy a lot more lately because it’s so delicious and I got a severe healthy diet for a year and after Christmas I just got into candy a lot. I guess it’s the most rebel thing I do, lol.

ENFJ:

Fe – same argument as Fe in INFJ

Ni – same argument as Ni in INFJ

Se – same argument as Se in INFJ

Ti – I used to really put myself down to other people. The worst experience I had in my life as when everyone were putting me down, making me feel like shit because of mistakes I’ve made, calling me arrogant and selfish, I got so hurt because I really hate disappointing people and after bullying I still have that scar a little bit, every time I did something and I couldn’t help someone, I was afraid I was hurting the person or disappointing them. // I also thought for years I didn’t reserve to be loved because “everyone hated me at school, so they must be right because they all agree with each other” I thought. I know now that there’s nothing wrong with me and that I deserve to be loved for who I am.

INTJ

Ni – same argument as Ni in INFJ

Te – same argument as Te in INFP

Fi - same argument as Fi in INFP

Se – same argument as Se in INFJ

Function stack information:

I do get loop sometimes, I suspect the 3rd is a T function because I valued competence instead of my desires and it gave me a fake optimism/defense mechanism about myself. I did got so much better after honoring what I want. So I suspect the F is 2nd because the 1st must be N. the order would be N F T S which leaves ENFP and INFJ. What do you think? Did any of this made sense to you?

Also important:

1) I imagine I have a boyfriend for years now but in the past I always thought that it was never going to become reality because I hated myself cuz of bullying (I thought I was stupid and ugly) but now my imaginary boyfriend comforts me when I feel sad and I know he's going to come to me and I know I deserve to be loved by him and that he loves me unconditionally for who I am.

My boyfriend is very sweet and kind to me because of the result that I didn't feel enough love in my childhood - my parents are very action oriented which is fine but I need those words of affirmation and physical touch literally like a baby, I feel so safe in his arms like I am his baby and he pampers me and takes care of me and always says sweet things example "I love you so much my love I'm so proud of you, you are my baby sweet love and I love you so much."

I presume this is Ne or just a defense mechanism because I want a boyfriend now but I don't have it (for now). I do feel an urge to be intimate with him because I feel like life without love is boring, I think a lot about love and how love makes me feel loved and safe.

I avoid watching sensitive scenes in movies like violence and hate because I tend to think about it, I absorb it and I know that's not gonna be good for me, because I get pessimistic and afraid that's going to happen in the future so I'm just going to try to be positive and thinking (or convincing me) that I'm safe by God and everything will be good and happy in my life.

I want my boyfriend to be a specific way (ethnicity) and have a specific personality (affectionate, kind, supportive) because I have my type, everyone has a type - maybe this is Ni?

I used to be obsessed with being in a relationship (even though I still never had one) and I used to had shame for being single since birth but after putting myself first and honoring my beliefs and who I am (and also knowing that it’s just life’s circumstances) I do not care anymore honestly. I also only go to this imaginary boyfriend when I’m sad and I need emotional comfort or when I miss thinking about him because he's such a breath of fresh air to me, no show me results, no suck it up, just a healthy comfort zone where I can be a little baby (not literally) and be loved by him.

2) I do get afraid about death, i think about that a lot, what if there's nothing after death? What if there's no heaven? I tried Buddhism for a year because I wanted to feel part of something bigger than myself and Buddhism really did help me a lot, meditation and mindfulness made me stop thinking about the ruminating thought and made me relax and enjoy the present moment. However Buddhism is very identity-erasure to me (the part of the Non-Self) and doesn't believe in a creator God, which I deeply do inside of my heart. I do understand we can't put our identity in our beauty or money or body because that's not permanent forever but I don't see a problem in loving our personality and body and being proud of becoming who we want to be - high Fi?

3) For the function stack, I do understand if I'm ENFP except I think I'm too risk-averse for being inf Si. I do get the hunger for new things, doing new things and meeting new people, but I also like to recover in private and I do identify more with the introvert descriptions than the extrovert ones but this can be misleading because of my past bullying. I have been a lot better in the past months and I do prefer to recover in private although I am very curious about going out with friends but it's not a big hunger. I have a bigger hunger for buying things I like. Introvert means INFJ or INFP and I think I'm none because

1) inf Se is strange (I do get the urge to do something new when I'm bored usually is eating too much candy or buying books but the whole Beth Harmon-let's-get-crazy never happened to me, never got drunk or lost my responsibilities. The craziest thing I've done was going to bed at 4am after planning novels inside my head and listening to music lol)

2) Inf Te is probably not it because I never put myself above anyone else in a unhealthy way (like unhealthy Fi would), and after my point in Te in ENFP I do think I'm not inf Te because I do value how I'm praised by others in terms of competence).

As you can see I'm very confused. I apologize again the length of this. Thank you so much for your time. Keep up the good work.

I wanted to say something more that I forgot. I'm 25. My parents are pretty sure Te and Si doms (I put it the other way around, my mistake sorry) and they were unhealthy types at the time of my upbringing I'm sure of it: very easily angry and not toughy-feely, they were when I was a baby I presume but after that it was gone. I felt a huge necessity for expressing love in this manner, hence the whole imaginary sweet boyfriend thing I guess.

I hope it's okay to send a 2nd message, I apologize for the inconvenience. There's more text mistakes but I presume it's understandable my point of view. Also I'm not a native-english speaker, so I apologize any English problem. Thank you so much, have a nice day.

-----------------------

For INTJ, you said "the same as INFP" but that was not one of the types you were comparing, so I'm forced to assume you meant ENFP. Your analysis of ENFJ and INTJ functions shouldn't be the same as the other types. Functions operate very differently in different positions of the stack, therefore, e.g., auxiliary Fe cannot stand in for dominant Fe, and lower Te cannot stand in for higher Te.

If you are ENFP, your negative experiences with depression and bullying have presented serious obstacles to your function development. I don't think you are fully aware of how deeply tertiary loop and inferior grip have infiltrated your mind, attitude, and worldview. Long term problems with loop and grip during childhood and adolescence will impede healthy growth and expression of the dominant function. This may be enough to explain why you are not as confident, adventurous, and impactful as healthier Ne doms.

The instructions for submitting a type assessment require you to respond to every point in the Function Theory Guide. You didn't do this, so your function descriptions aren't detailed enough. If you don't provide exactly the information I asked for, I can't do a thorough type analysis. All I can say is: INTJ is highly unlikely because none of the functions fit. INFJ is doubtful because you don't seem to have any deep grasp of dominant Ni. ENFJ is possible, but I can't do the analysis since you didn't provide the information. ENFP is a better fit than INFJ. Although ENFP is a decent fit, I am unable to draw a firm conclusion because there isn't enough information for me to definitively rule out every other possibility.

#typing #ask

5 notes · View notes

thehandsresisthim · 3 years

Text

Sweet Boy

Shigaraki Tomura I Shimura Tenko x Reader

Your boyfriend, the hero Shimura, has managed to break both his hands whilst saving people from a collapsing building. You visit him in the facility he's being treated in and you both notice how pent up he is, so you help him out.

Contains: hand job, au (shigs is a hero), dom reader, sub tenko, established relationship, this is one of the fluffiest fics I've written in a long time I think, mommy kink, kinda slice of life??

A/N: I know this trope has been used a lot already, but it just is such a sweet idea that I couldn't resist trying it myself!!

You quickly leave the train and try to focus on your breathing. Just a few minutes ago, you had received a notification: your boyfriend, the upcoming rescue hero Shimura Tenko, had gotten himself injured earlier in the day. You still had no idea just what had happened to the blue-haired male; you just hoped that it wasn't anything serious.

Now, where was the hospital again? You were, in accordance with the given situation, quite stressed. You knew the price of dating a hero - you had accepted the constant threat of loss and hurt looming over Tenkos and by extend, also your, head(s). Someone as reckless and strong-willed as your Tenko would surely get himself injured during his career - in fact, it had happened before, but it still worried you each time. In the beginning of your relationship, when he was not yet a hero, you had briefly tried to talk him out of such a dangerous profession, but had quickly realized that that was if no use - after all, like so many other children, it had been Tenkos wish to be a hero since he had been a very young boy. And he had worked so, so hard to reach this goal, and so you had decided to let him be - and you also knew how clever he was, nothing could get your boyfriend down! But still, situations like these would get your nerves racing each time.

After a short walk, you had reached the entrance of the impressively big hospital, and had walked over to the older male standing at the reception.

"Good afternoon!" the worker greeted you in a booming yet calm voice. "Hello," you replied, "excuse me, but could you please help me? I'm looking for my boyfriend, he got injured earlier in the day, his name is Shimura Tenko-"

The man nodded, quickly typed something on his PC, seemed to have found what he was looking for, and asked you for your name - and your ID.

You provided both - as a hero, Tenko was given extra protection, especially in case of injury - and only a certain number of people besides the doctors and nurses would be allowed to see him in such a scenario. You, next to his sister, were at the top of the list - but you still needed to prove that you were, well, you, to avoid anyone unauthorized from getting to him in a state of vulnerability.

After he had verified that you were in fact who you said you were, he explained Tenkos situation to you by looking at the monitor and, presumably, reading what had happened to your boyfriend. "So, first of all, I can assure you: he is not in any life-threatening state." You took a long breath in relief - you didn't want to think about what it would've been like if this wasn't the case. After giving you the small break to process the information, the male continued: "Earlier today, during a rescue operation, he broke multiple bones in his hands. But otherwise, he's completely fine, expect for a few bruises. Given his hero status, someone with a fitting quirk will get to healing him soon; for now, his hands are secured in a way that will not cause additional hurt or discomfort, but due to obvious reasons, he is still unable to use them at the current time."

Multiple broken bones? Poor Tenko, you had never broken any, but you could imagine that it wasn't very comfortable. But still, a part of you couldn't help but be glad that it wasn't anything worse... You hoped the receptionist was right in his assumption regarding Tenko being healed in a timely manner.

The man continued speaking, now giving you the information to find Tenkos room. You thanked him, told him goodbye, he returned the gesture and you were off.

Soon you were riding up a big elevator to get to the floor you were informed he was on. Stepping out of it, you looked down the very long corridor as the typical smell of the hospital entered your nostrils. You really didn't like hospitals - but honestly, who did?

Shortly after, you discovered Tenkos room. The young hero had it all to himself, it was sparsely decorated with a TV, a closet (which reminded you that you would need to bring him a change of clothes, amongst a few other things), a small set of table and two chairs, the bed he was currently laying in and a bedside table. The walls were almost blinding you with how white they were, and dark blue curtains decorated the windows, which gave view onto the very tops of the buildings in the city and the bright noon sun.

You immediately, but still as quietly as possible, walked over to him and discovered that he was most likely asleep. His beautiful blue hair was covering his face, and he was breathing very softly.

He looked peaceful, and you were very relieved to see that he was mostly fine. After a short pondering, you decided to grab a chair from the table set and put it next to his bed, afterwards sitting down on it.

Tenko started to stir. 'Oh no', you thought, fearing that you had awoken him accidentally. Shortly after, he started to blink and slowly opened his eyes.

"Hi", he greeted you and smiled. You smiled back and replied "Hi."

"I missed you." he told you, voice still strained, obviously struggling with his words.

"I missed you too. Don't worry, I won't go about interrogating you about your injury, I already-"

"know what happened?" he asked.

You nodded.

He grinned and asked "so, now that you know about me, how was your day?"

You couldn't help but laugh a little. "It was alright until I found out about you being hurt... Then it dived into terrible quicker than I can think."

He didn't seem to know how to respond to that. "I-I'll try to, - make sure it doesn't happen again," he began, with the small amount of awkwardness you had gotten used to seeing in your boyfriend, "I-I'm sorry. Would it be rude of me to ask for a hug? I know that I wouldn't be able properly recipate it, given, you know..."

If his hands weren't injured, you would have assumed he'd be off making small gestures with them.

Before he could finish his cute request, you had already engulfed him in the best hug you could manage given the situation.

He rested his head on your shoulder, burying his face in your neck. "Love you." he whispered, but you could make out each word very clearly.

After releasing himself from the hug, he asked "Can you come into the bed with me? It should be big enough for us both. Please."

You obliged his request, pulling off your shoes and jacket (you quickly put it down onto one of the chairs) and snuggling down besides your boyfriend.

Tenko immediately put his head on your shoulder. Blue, thick strands of hair rubbed against your neck, tickling you slightly as he moved his head, presumably trying to find the most comfortable position.

You put one of your arms around him. He was warm as always, radiating comfort and calmness with his presence alone.

"Know what?" you said.

"Huh?"

"Words couldn't describe how much I love you."

"I know. I feel the same way as you do." he grinned, words slightly muffled by his hair, your shirt and your shoulder.

You slowly reached up and began to play with his hair, wrapping it around your fingers and then letting go.

Softly speaking, the both of you continued to spend the next half hour cuddled up in bed.

+++

'-clothes: eraserhead shirt, pikachu shirt and loz shirt, don't care about the rest' read part of the note on things Tenko had asked you to get him from his apartment.

You smiled at the memory of Tenko shyly asking you for things to bring him to the hospital. Right now, you were standing in front of his gigantic closet, the setting sun shining down on you through his curtain-clad window.

Quickly gathering the shirts, you went on to grab a few comfy sweatpants, a few shirts and so on, throwing everything into the big bag he usually used when you two went traveling together.

Damn, you really had to go on another trip once he was all healed up. Although you loved sharing your daily life with him, and he loved doing so with yours - a week spend together in a small cabin on the countryside and things such as were irresistible to you. Perhaps you should surprise him with a trip? No, what if he had big work related appointments and so on coming up! You decided to ask him, still, but only once he was healed fully.

After grabbing everything you'd need, you left his apartment, locked the door and went back to the hospital.

+++

You sat down on his bed, and Tenko shifted a little, but still didn't wake. He did, however, open his mouth and make a very peculiar noise: something between a whimper and a moan. You didn't really know how to react. Was he in pain? Hopefully not.

Then, he said something which informed you as to what he was feeling: "m-mommy!".

You couldn't help but grin. Was Tenko really having wet dreams - in a hospital of all places? Softly, he started to move his arms and hands, which were both hidden beneath the blanket.

You decided it was best to wake him up - from experience, you knew how loud he could get, even in his sleep. The young males libido seemed to be almost as great as his belief in being just. A soft tug on his shoulder did the trick, and his eyelids, hidden behind dark and long eyelashes, fluttered open. Dark red eyes stared up at you, and then moved around, exploring the room.

"Hi." you greeted him, not really sure what to say.

He nodded and answered back with the same word, adding "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Tenko."

He smiled and blinked a few times, most likely fighting of the reminents of sleep and getting used to the bright light in the room.

"Could you please close the curtains?" he asked.

"Of course, sweetie." you replied and stood up to follow his request.

"Mommy?" he called for you once you had did as he asked. You grinned and turned away from the window you had been facing, looking directly into at his face, fascinated at how red he had gotten.

"For long have I- you know-" he looked away sheepishly, seemingly being very interested in the wall across his bed all of a sudden.

"Just a few minutes. I decided to wake you once you got louder. I presume you didn't want to alarm any nurses walking the halls by calling out to a mother." you responded.

"Oh, uhm, okay-thanks." he mumbled. You had been together for quite a while now, but he still seemed ashamed and nervous when it came to acts of the sexual kind.

"Are you still hard?" you asked him promptly.

He looked utterly shocked. "Ehm- yeah. Should I get rid of it myself or-"

"Babyboy, do you really think you can? Mommy knows you best, and I think you need help." you said and walked over to him, quickly sitting down next to him. Softly, you pulled down the sheets and immediately saw how turned on he was.

"Damn, Tenten. That must be aching" you commented and gently started to stroke him through the fabric. Sensitive as he was, he immediately trembled and moaned out a "F-fuck!".

"Ssh", you hushed him, "you must be quiet if you want Mommy to continue, I'll stop if you get to loud. Remember what I said earlier about alarming nurses?"

Your boyfriend throws his head back in frustration. He knows how hard this'll be (hahaha, unintentional pun, he thinks) and also knows how delightful it'll be. He deeply loves you and the delicious torment you so kindly gift him.

With a pronounced grip, you work on removing his underwear, aiming to expose the entirety of his most private parts.

He whimpers and immediately raises his hips to make it easier for you. "What a good boy!", you coo, making sure your voice stays reasonably quiet, "you really are desperate for it, aren't you?"

"Y-yeah... M' all yours, only yours" he replies, starting out a little bit louder but quieting down once he sees your reprimanding facial expression.

'Oh, this is going to be difficult on him' you can't help but think, 'makes it all the more fun for me, though.'

You softly put your hands around his hips and start tugging down the stubborn piece of fabric, making sure to draw a few teasing lines with your fingers on his muscular stomach. Tenko sighs, and you see him twitch in his boxers, a visual which also does nothing but heighten your own arousal.

Swiftly, it is done, and the cloth which once constricted your vision now clings to his knees instead of his hips.

Immediately, you raise your hands to your mouth and decisively spit into your open palm in order to use the fluid as make shift lube. Tenko stares at you and seems enthralled by your actions, as if he is unable to conceive that you are actually about to touch him in such a manner. He always seems to act like this when the both of you are about to partake in sexual activities.

You decide to waste no time and start to stroke his cock, rubbing teasing lines and tracing circles around him.

Tenkos reactions to your gentle touches are nothing short of seductive and it doesn't take long for him to become noisy. A few soft "wahh"s and little "hngg"s are usually only the beginning, and a good handjob (or more) is guaranteed to make him insanely loud. But today, the afformentioned "starting noises" are almost all the ones he is allowed to vocalize, for anything louder might easily draw in the suspision of a few well-meaning nurses.

You smile and go harder, and it's then when Tenko starts to quietly complain "Mommy, you-I ngh, wanna- be loud but, this is mean".

You chuckle quietly and reply "don't worry, hun, you'll get through it. Mommy believes in you."

He shakes his head and seems almost electrified when you move your hand just the way he likes, strokes hitting all the sensitive spots - his cock seems overly excited and he feels his pre mix with the spit you use as lube.

But you don't relent - your movements speed up and it gets harder and harder for your boyfriend to stay quiet. He now desperately muffles his moans and prays he will be able to conceal himself once you get him to orgasm, because then, he knows he will become even louder.

Eventually, you've gotten him to a point where he knows he'll cum soon - and you also notice, both in the way he twitched and by how loud he keeps on getting.

At a certain point, he gets caught of guard, and promptly, loudly, and needy says "Mommy!" in a desperate attempt at getting you to go just a little bit faster.

Immediately, you withdraw your hand, but this seems to make him even louder: his body starts to twitch, he stares at you intensely, surprise and disbelief evident in his expression and whines.

You waste no time and slap your hand across his mouth in hopes of quieting him, accompanied with a quick command of "shut up!"

He nods, eyes watering a little. He hates it when mommy gets mean, but he also knows how important it is that he stays quiet. Once you remove your hand, he states, voice laced with shame "sorry, mommy, I'm sorry- but your touch is, amazing, so it was difficult for me to c-control myself with your touch n' all, I'll be better next time and-".

Whilst he rambles, you wipe your dominant hand on his pre-cum dirtied boxers, and, once you deem it sufficiently clean, softly pet his blue locks with it.

"It's all good, little boy", you assure him, "just try to stay quiet now." He leans into your touch and nods, presumably wanting to prove to you his ability to stay quiet.

You take to stroking him again, and after a few, soft strokes, just how he likes them but with him showing a heavier control over his vocal range, he is nearing orgasm once more. This time, he lets you know of it by whimpering "C-close!" in an appropriate volume.

You smile at him and continue, putting pressure just where he likes it.

Tenko has to put in serious effort to make sure that he keeps quiet, but the fear of you stopping if he gets to loud ensures his compliance.

"Mommy, gonna- I- nggh!" Tenko whimpers and cums into your soft hands.

"Good boy" you comment, "let me quickly get some tissues to clean up your cummies."

"Y-yeah", he replies, post orgasm haze keeping him compliant and unable to think complex thoughts for long.

#sub shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #dom reader #shigaraki smut #shigaraki tomura x reader #sub shigaraki tomura #sub!shigaraki #bnha smut #mha smut #bnha x reader #mha x reader #shigaraki tomura smut

865 notes · View notes

the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

Text

Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 2

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village

Rating: T+ for blood, language, nudity, and horny

Warnings: Implied pain/blood kink

Summary: Local vampire tries to give her human soulmate a bath, but the human is feral and loving it. Then it gets a lil horny, to both of their frustration.

Previous Chapters: 1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring

2: Bloodbath, Baby!

“I take it you changed your mind about the clothes? Or am I supposed to use these towels like a makeshift toga?” You asked, glancing around the bathroom, eying the ornate tub with mild interest. This certainly wasn’t where you had expected Cassandra to take you, especially not when she had somewhat promised you garments to wear. There were no pants or shirts (or even dresses) in sight, just a rack of the softest looking towels you had ever seen. It was admittedly difficult for you to resist the urge to use one to wipe the blood off of your shoulder. However, you figured that it would be best to save that for after you were given a good behavior prize. After all, it was much more fun to be a bastard if your “victim” (not that Cassandra really counted as that) knew how polite you were capable of being, and you were, under normal circumstances, very polite. Most of the time. Maybe.

“What did I say about talking?” Cassandra snapped at you, glaring at you from her perch on the counter. She was sitting on the edge, waiting for something, occasionally eying the room’s entrance.

“You told me to shut up for ‘five minutes’. It’s been eight, at the very least! I’ve been holding back, just for you, babe,” you replied, smirking as you did. For a moment your soulmate seems to consider chucking a bar of soap at your head. Eventually she thinks better of it, opting to roll her eyes at you instead. “For the record, I did count, just to be sure. Wouldn’t have wanted to make any assumptions about the passage of time, considering how fast time seems to fly when I’m with a loved one.” Unfortunately, this does not get a rise out of Cassandra, who has shifted to face away from you. Not yet willing to give up your buffoonery (and assuming that you would not, in fact, be getting a good behavior prize anytime soon), you released a loud, exaggerated sigh, before switching tactics.

Standing up with the blanket still curled around yourself, you maneuver over to the tub, eagerly climbing inside. With how large it was, laying down was fairly easy, though you weren’t entirely flat. Wanting to be as comfortable as possible, you adjust yourself and the blanket until it covers you, while letting one end go behind your head like a pillow. It’s nowhere near as nice as you had hoped. On the plus side, however, is the attention it gets from Cassandra. Before long she’s standing adjacent to the tub, staring down with an expression of exasperation.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She asked.

“Napping, obviously. Care to join me?” You answered, without hesitation. Then you gently pat the blanket, as if offering to let her sit on top of you. This only serves to make her angrier. Now she’s leaning over the basin, bracing one hand against it, her other hand reaching to grab your throat and pull you towards her. The two of you are so close that you can’t help but blush, and the feeling of her skin against yours is weirdly attractive. “I should have known you were the kinky type. Not that I mind,” you murmured, gaze wandering a little farther south than her lips. Before you know it she’s shoved you back down and let go of you. She shakes her hand a bit, like she’s just touched something gross, but you see the pink rising on her cheeks. As much as you want to tease her, the sound of approaching footsteps takes priority. Soon the door is opening, revealing a stressed servant, a pile of clothes in her arms. Suddenly you’re glad that Cassandra pushed you away, considering you don’t think she would have enjoyed having someone walk in on the two of you in that position.

“Lady Cassandra, I have what you requested. Would you like me to draw a bath for you? Or-” she pauses when she sees you, clearly unsure of what to make of your behavior. Hell, she almost drops what she’s carrying, and makes a soft ‘oh’ sound. Presumably dying inside, Cassandra quickly takes the bundle from her. Then she stands between the two of you, blocking line of sight, looking as tense as could be.

“Just get back to work, and don’t mention this to anyone,” she growled, gesturing towards the door. As soon as the maiden closes it behind her, Cassandra is turning back to you. “Get rid of that stupid fucking blanket or I’m forcing you to wear wet socks.” Understandably, you start giggling at her request, hardly able to believe that she had really just said those words out loud. “Would you prefer I cut up the soles of your feet? I’ll heal long before you do, asshole.” Now that makes you pause, trying to figure out whether or not her threat held up. Even though everyone had a basic understanding of how blood bonds worked (the less romantic, and more historic, way to refer to soulmates), the specifics were confusing for most people, including yourself. Would your aching wounds bother her? Or only the initial injury?... Somehow you had a feeling you’d figure out the answer within the next few days.

Until then, you decide to err on the side of caution, for once in your life. Still, you roll your eyes before you pull the blanket up and out of the tub. Again you spot a faint rosy tint on Cassandra’s face, and her gaze most definitely lingers on places other than your eyes. In the end you have to bite your lower lip to stop yourself from calling her out on it. Gotta get some clothes first, you think, then back to being a dick. Holding back only gets harder from there.

Wordlessly, Cassandra takes a seat by the front of the tub, where your feet are propped up on the edge. Giving you a judgemental look, she pushes them aside so she can reach the controls knobs easier. You give an exaggerated pout in response, only for her to ignore you completely, trying very hard to look anywhere but at you. It was in stark contrast to how she had looked at you a mere half an hour earlier. There were several interesting things to note about her behavior, and you found yourself almost excited to figure out the puzzle she presented. Did she care about you now? Simply because of your blood bond? Did she have a genuine soft spot for romance?... Those sorts of questions were all you could think about, even as Cassandra turned the handles, letting cold water splash into the tub.

“I’d say ‘fuck you’ but honestly, were I in your position I would likely do the same,” you said, shivering a little. Cassandra raises an eyebrow, staring at you like you were stupid, before turning the handle a bit more. Eventually you figure out what she meant by it. “What, you guys don’t have a quality water heater? This is Romania for fuck’s sake. I would have figured the water would be a hell of a lot hotter by now,” you added, only for her to splash some still very much cold water on your face. “Is this fun for you? Are you enjoying this? God, I hope you assholes have Legos somewhere in this maniac menagerie, so I can step on them while you sleep.”

“Do you always spit in the face of kindness?” Cassandra asked, moving towards the other end of the tub as she spoke. Once more you laugh, though this time it’s much more of a hollow sound, and your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. “My sister wanted to kill you, but I pulled your pathetic corpse out of the basement, now I’m letting you use my bath, and you’re mocking me. This is why I don’t bother with this shit,” she growled, even as she wets a washcloth and starts dabbing at your wounds. On one hand you understand her frustration… but on the other you couldn’t get the image of her past victims out of your head.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather be clean than not,” you started to say, pausing to think for a moment. Then you reach out, putting your hand over Cassandra’s, making her freeze in place. It’s soft enough of a touch to surprise her. Which is why it’s so easy for you to snatch the towel from her hands. “You ‘don’t bother’ with this ‘shit’ because you’re a fucking sadist, who thinks all humans are beneath you, who acts like she has every right to bleed innocent people dry, who thinks she’s God’s gift to this goddamn hellhole we call Earth. Do you think this makes up for your sins? Do you-” her nails dig into your arm and she grits her teeth in pain- “think that I can forget listening to the screams of your victims? Whose graves is this castle built upon? Whose fucking bones am I standing on? Who died to keep you alive? How many other versions of me have you killed, in other timelines, in other lives, where the universe didn’t demand that we be together? I’ve seen your heart, girl, and it’s as raw as they come.”

There’s a brief second of intense, furious eye contact. Then a flash of movement, a rush of pain, tears filling the corner of your eyes. Blood pours from the new hole in your shoulder, but Cassandra is quick to lick it up. She’s groaning in between each run of her tongue across your skin, clearly feeling it every bit that you were, yet she shows no signs of stopping. If anything, her pain seems to spur her on harder. Even you can’t help but blush a little as you struggle beneath her grip. Why did vampires have to use their mouths? Why couldn’t they get blood transfusions, like the rest of society? This way, your pleasure mixes with your misery, leaving you confused, and the fact that you’re still naked is not at all helping.

“Oh fuck off, please,” you gasped, trying to push her off of you. To your surprise, she does as asked, pulling away after one last lick. When you turn to look at her, you see your blood covering her lips and dripping down her chin. “You’re a mess, Cassie. Hot water?” With that you return her favor from earlier, splashing some of the (finally above room temperature) water in her direction. Most of it misses her. A few drops, however, do manage to hit their mark. Then she’s wiping her face on her sleeve, scowling the whole time. There’s still plenty of blood on her face afterwards, but it’s nothing compared to what’s gathering on your shoulder. She eyes the wound, nostrils flaring briefly, a predator dying for one more bite. “If you bite me again, I swear to whoever that one lady y’all worship is, I will bite you. My teeth aren’t made for that shit, but I don’t care. We’ll both be miserable and that’s it, baby! That’s love! I’m threatening you with an unhealthy perception of affection, dipshit!”

This time you expect her to move away, or hit you, or do anything other than what she does. Calling your bluff, she moves around the ever-filling tub, pausing to turn the water off, before hiking the edges of her dress up and… oh. Oh. Somehow she’s in the tub with you now, legs on either side of your waist, presenting the side of her neck to you with a knowing smirk. But you are not known for your cleverness. Nor your ability to make good decisions, at that. Perhaps your blood loss was starting to affect your cognition. Whatever made you so feral, so beautifully unhinged, you embraced it with utter glee. Soon enough your teeth find themselves on Cassandra’s throat, digging in enough for you to feel your blood bond reacting. For a moment she stiffens in response. Then she relaxes, even takes in a rush of air that sounds oddly content, leaning into your touch. What the fuck? You think, almost shocked enough to let go. Almost.

“What’s the matter, pet? I thought you wanted me to know what it felt like on the other side of things?” Cassandra teased, voice quiet and low. Something about her tone sends a familiar, although unwanted, feeling to your core. Still, her words egg you on, and you find yourself biting harder, tugging at the skin a little. More tears gather in your eyes, but you fight through the pain as best as you can. You drag your teeth across her skin, wishing for sharper canines, before letting go to inspect your work. There’s a clear outline where your mouth had been, but not a single drop of blood. Frustrated, you go back in for seconds, choosing a different spot to target. Again you go through the motions, only for no crimson to stain your lips. This cycle repeats several more times, with you running your tongue along her neck in between bites, so focused that you don’t realize that she’s grinding against you until she stops.

“I need to file my teeth,” you mused, trying to forget about what you had just done. Now that it’s over, Cassandra seems to feel the same, and she quickly climbs back out of the tub. She’s refusing to meet your gaze, instead focusing on arranging the clothes the servant had brought earlier. By the time she’s facing you again her blush is almost entirely gone.

“Finish cleaning up, then bandage yourself and get dressed. I’ll have a maiden wait outside to bring you back to my room. Don’t even think about trying to run,” Cassandra said sternly. You’re too distracted by the thought of what happened to give her any snarky response. So she simply nods to herself, then leaves, slamming the door behind her. Though you had expected to be relieved by her absence, you find yourself groaning, holding your head in your hands. Why is she so attractive? This is probably illegal, you think, in at least several countries. Or it should be, at least. Now that she’s gone, there’s nothing to distract you from the price of her attention, with your shoulder and neck aching horribly. Cleaning up was going to hurt even worse. Still, you think, at least I’ll have some time to think of new insults. With that in mind, you begin to wash away the blood, thoughts entirely consumed by your newest ‘partner’.

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #unhinged maiden #well personally I prefer the term feral #absolutely feral #goddamn menace #blunt teeth sharp tongue #please enjoy #not beta read

331 notes · View notes

archived-kin · 3 years

Text

you braid your favourite fire boy’s hair (and get indirectly confessed to, maybe)

note from kin: some of you may say that diluc is too calm and stoic to be an arsonist but i refuse to believe the man hasn't set a tiny bit of fire to kaeya’s house at some point or another

fandom: genshin impact

character(s): gn!reader, diluc, aether (mentioned), venti (mentioned)

pairing(s): diluc/reader

warning(s): none! (except, like, hair brushing and stuff? i don’t if that counts but i also don’t know what sort of trauma people have so,,, here’s the warning just in case)

genre: fluff

“How do you even manage your hair?”

Diluc shoots you a look over the bar as you lean forward on the counter. “What are you talking about?”

It’s another one of those nights where Mondstadt and the area around it is pretty quiet. Normally you’d be out doing commissions or just general favours for the public with your adventuring buddy Aether and his friend (pet? guardian fairy?) Paimon, but he’s been in Liyue for the last week or so helping Zhongli run some errands, and likely won’t be back for another few days. He had asked you whether you’d wanted to come with him - the two of you make a dynamic duo like no other, after all - but the last time you’d spent time with Zhongli, you’d ended up having to pay about ten thousand Mora in terms of expenses on his behalf. You love the guy, but he really grinds your gears with his inability to comprehend how basic currency works sometimes.

So off Aether had gone to Liyue, though not without promising to bring you back a Starconch or something in return for your offer to patrol his area for him in his absence, and you had stayed behind in Mondstadt, promising to let him know if anything about his missing twin sister comes up while he’s gone.

As much as you’d like to (mostly for poor Aether’s fragile sense of self worth), you can’t say it’s been a particularly difficult week without him in terms of work - you miss your friend, of course, but there haven’t really been any outstanding attacks in the area that you didn’t manage to take care of within the hour. The lack of disturbances also means that Mr Darknight Hero over there hasn’t had much to do either, so he’s spent most of the past few nights behind the bar - which means, of course, that you’ve been coming is much more often than usual to see him.

Angel’s Share is a bar by trade, so of course it’s open all night to any gracious patron looking for something to drink. More than often it’s full, being one of the more renowned taverns in the city, but today is a day of rest, and so Diluc had closed up shop about half an hour ago.

Why are you still allowed in Angel’s Share if it’s closed, you ask? Well, obviously it’s because Diluc likes you so much!

No, that’s a lie - while you’ve always thought of Diluc as a close friend, you’re more inclined to believe that Diluc himself is only letting you stay here past closing time because he owes you for helping him out with a particularly overzealous Abyss Mage that had gotten a little too close to the city gates yesterday.

Still, you can’t help but hope that there’s some other reason behind his lenience...

“Hair’s hard to take care of, and you have a lot of it,” You respond matter-of-factly, dipping a biscuit into your mug of tea and shoving it whole into your mouth. Much like Diluc, you prefer to abstain from alcohol when you can - ironic, considering you’ve spent so much time in a bar recently. “I’m just curious. What do you do with it when you go to sleep?”

He shakes his head with a quiet scoff and returns to polishing an empty tankard. “I don’t do anything with it.”

“What, so you just leave it in a ponytail all the time?”

Diluc looks up to see you shooting him a scandalised look. He sighs, evidently not particularly willing to put up with one of your moods this late at night. “Of course not.”

You relax a little, only to stiffen right back up when he continues, “I take it down to wash it.”

“You—” You take a deep breath in an effort to calm yourself, setting your elbows on the table and pressing your hands together as if praying to Barbatos to save this poor man’s hair-ends. Finally, after a moment of silence, you ask, voice hushed, as if afraid that the answer will be too much for you to handle, “How the hell is your hair still so pretty?”

Diluc pauses in the middle of putting his freshly-polished tankard away. He takes a long while to formulate a response - whether because he’s nonplussed by the gormlessness of your question or something else (because he’s flustered, maybe? You know better than to hope in vain, but you can’t really help what your idiot of a heart does to your mind).

Finally, though, he mutters in reply, “Pretty?”

Your hand hesitates in the middle of reaching for another biscuit from the plate sitting next to you. Diluc doesn’t sound offended, but you know better than to assume that he isn’t. You don’t think there’s anything particularly wrong with calling his hair pretty, but maybe it stings his ego as a man or something?

“Uh, yeah…?” You curl your fingers around your warm mug and pull it towards you, staring determinedly down at its contents to disguise your growing nervousness. “I mean, well, it always looks really healthy and soft and glowy and stuff…”

Well, if he wasn’t offended before, he probably is now. You mentally cuff yourself around the head, reminding yourself that you shouldn’t let yourself get loose-lipped just because you’re so relaxed in the homeliness of the tavern. It doesn’t matter how comforting the warmth of the mug in your hands is, nor does it matter how fuzzy just being in Dilic’s presence makes you feel - you need to watch what you say.

But then you see Diluc move out of the corner of your eye, and you look back up to see him standing much closer than he was before, a smile tugging at his lips. You can practically feel your heart screech out of pure surprised joy as he reaches out and gently brushes his knuckles against your cheek.

“Thank you,” He murmurs - do you dare to hope that you hear affection in his voice? - and pulls away as quickly as he’d come close. “I appreciate it.”

You aggressively force your breathing to even out as he moves back to his work, going about his usual duties of making sure all the bottles on display are tightly shut and squeaky clean. Surely the fact that he willingly initiated contact with you - and such intimate-feeling contact at that - must mean something? Diluc has never been the type to be physically affectionate with friends, not like Kaeya, who you’re pretty sure has kissed about half of his entire friendship circle, or Lisa, who has absolutely zero qualms about giving a stranger a bone-crushing hug if they need one. Even if this only means that he considers you a closer friend than the others, though, you can’t help the delighted flutter in the pit of your stomach.

Diluc’s touch has far more power than you’ll ever admit - brief as the contact was, it’s sent such a rush of adrenaline through your entire body that you somehow muster up enough courage to abruptly ask, “Would you mind if I braided it?”

Diluc pauses again. You watch him in anticipation as he slowly turns around to look back at you. “...why would you want to do that?”

“Uh—” You struggle to come up with a decent reason that won’t make you sound like a lovesick fool, and eventually settle on, “I just think it would look nice?”

Diluc stares at you in silence for so long that you begin to think that you’ve lost him completely with your out-of-nowhere request. Then, however, he gives you a curt nod. “Go ahead.”

You barely catch yourself in time to prevent your shock from showing on your face as Diluc moves out from behind the counter and sits down in the seat beside you. “...uh?”

“Go ahead,” He repeats, reaching up and untying his hair from its low ponytail. It tumbles over the back of the chair in messy waves, reflecting the light of the fire so precisely that it almost looks like it’s glowing in the dim lighting of the tavern. “I assume you know how, since you offered.”

It takes you a moment to do something other than stare in pure dumbfounded surprise, but once you snap out of your mini-trance, you nod hurriedly and get to your feet, reaching in your pocket as you do so. You’ve made a habit of carrying around spare hair ties and a foldable wooden comb ever since you and Aether had started working together - his hair comes undone from its plait a lot in battle, and it’s always all matted and tangled in the morning if he lets it down to sleep - which means you won’t have to fumble about for an hour trying to comb’s Diluc’s abundance of hair out with only your fingers.

Diluc is sitting as prim and proper as ever in his chair as you hesitantly move around to stand behind him and - after a long, uncertain pause - begin to brush his hair. His back is ramrod straight, which doesn’t look comfortable at all, but you suppose that whatever works for him is fine.

“That feels nice,” He murmurs quietly as you carefully tease out a knot. Your hands freeze for a moment, then silently continue with their work. “You’re good at this.”

After a pause, you reply, equally quiet, “I get a lot of practice.”

He hums in reply, and the deep rumble of his voice almost seems to fill the room. “...with Aether, I presume.”

You nod, then realise he can’t see you and hurry to give him a verbal answer. “Yeah.”

There’s a long silence between the two of you. You continue to work your way through Diluc’s abundance of hair, painstakingly spending far too long combing out each tangle and kink out of fear that you’ll hurt him if you get too rough.

You don’t know how much time has passed by the time Diluc finally speaks up again. “You spend a lot of time with him.”

It’s a statement, not a question - but you can’t blame him for phrasing him that way. It’s well-known around the city of Mondstadt that you and Aether have been partners-in-crime ever since the two of you had bonded over nearly being stampeded by a swarm of hilichurls and working together to kill them all. It’s odd that he’s bringing it up now, though… you wonder why.

“...well, I do, yes. We are adventuring partners…”

Diluc inhales and lets out a soft sigh. You don’t miss the way that his shoulders tense up slightly. Another long silence passes, and he finally murmurs, “I might be a little jealous.”

You freeze again. Did you hear him right? Did Diluc really just say what you think he just said? He’s… jealous?

You don’t even have time to try to formulate a response before he starts speaking again. “The two of you are always out exploring together. It’s rare that we get to see each like this.”

“...hey, now…” It’s not often that you’re unable to find words - you’ve always had a sharp tongue. Right now, though, it feels like they’ve all dried up in your mouth. “What are you trying to say…?”

Diluc pauses. Then he lets out a soft chuckle - one that has no right to have the effect on you that it does. “...nothing. I just mean that it’s nice to be able to spend time together like this.”

He doesn’t continue, and you take that as a sign that this particular stretch of the conversation is over, and return to carefully separating his hair into segments. Your hands wobble imperceptibly as you do so, but if he notices, he doesn’t say anything about it.

Diluc sighs and lets his shoulders relax as you start pulling the locks of hair over each other into the beginnings of a long braid, carefully tugging it closer to the base of his head so that it looks a little neater. You’re not sure whether you want to go for something similar to Aethar’s plait or something more intricate, but considering the hour, you’d probably be better off keeping it simple. You wonder briefly what colour ribbon would look nice against the deep red of his hair, but quickly shut the idea down - it’s already a wonder that Diluc is letting you do this, and you don’t want to push your luck.

(You don’t know this, but, though his face is calm and composed, Diluc is so hyper aware of his stuttering heartbeat that he’s sure you can hear it. He almost wishes you would use more force with your hands, if only so that he can feel the movement of your fingers more clearly - there’s something therapeutic in the way they weave through his hair. He could almost fall asleep there on the spot, so soothing is your presence and the warmth of the fire, but he wants to talk longer.)

“Hey,” you begin, suddenly feeling that the quietude is more awkward than comfortable. “If you’re ever free, uh… I’m sure Aether wouldn’t mind if you came out on an expedition with us. There are some rumours about an Oceanid popping up in Starfell Lake…”

Diluc makes an indiscernible noise in response to indicate that he’s thinking about your question. You wait with bated breath, only to feel disappointment drop in your chest like a rock when he shakes his head, shifting the incomplete braid in your hands.

A moment later, though, the pressure disappears as he says quietly, “I’d much rather go with you alone.”

“Oh…” You breathe out loud before realising your mistake. You resist the urge to slap your hand to your mouth to shut yourself up, and instead hurry to rectify yourself by continuing, “That sounds good.”

Diluc chuckles again. “You don’t sound particularly enthused by the idea.”

“No, that’s not what I meant!” You shock even yourself with just how indignantly loud your voice gets. You hasten to quiet yourself, continuing much more mutedly, “Um— I mean, I’d love to.”

You can’t see his face, but you can almost hear Diluc’s soft smile in the way he speaks. “Then it’s settled. I’ll take a look at my schedule and let you know when I’m free, alright?”

You can’t help but feel an enormous grin pulling at your own mouth. Well, can anyone really blame you? You’ve just discovered that your unrequited feelings for Diluc might not be as unrequited as you’d initially thought! It’s almost too good to be true - as if you’re dreaming. It’s like the two of you are one of those couples in Venti’s songs, the ones that he likes to play after a good hour of so of drinking, staring meaningfully at you at the end of each… line…

Wait a minute…

A flame-haired noble with a stare as cold as ice, who does his duties by day and hunts evil at night? An adventurer with no roots left at home, who clings to action so as to not feel so alone? The longing stares across a busy room, the late nights thinking of a face so dear, the romance waiting to blossom and bloom, the hopes and wishes that they would stay here?

Son of a hilichurl! That cheeky bard really wrote a song about you and Diluc - and you somehow hadn’t noticed!

“What’s wrong?”

You jolt out of your train of thought as Diluc turns around to look at you. The faint concern on his face is enough to send butterflies spinning through your stomach. Stupid heart. Am I really that weak for this man? “Huh?”

“You haven’t moved in a while,” He says by way of explanation, gesturing to the end of the braid that you’re still holding. “Is there something bothering you?”

You stare at his face - at the deep red of his irises, the flutter of his long lashes, the strands of red hair framing his face, the faint freckles on the slope of his nose. You breathe out a quiet laugh. Perhaps there will never be a time when you can tell him the true extent of how you feel about him, but this will certainly be a start.

“No, nothing at all. So, about tomorrow…?”

#unedited #genshin impact #genshin imagines #diluc x reader #genshin diluc #genshin aether #genshin venti #i wrote this at like two in the morning so i'm sorry if it sucks #you know i thought i'd be more desperate for wishes when i played this game after seeing everyone online #but i'm already so attached to my team now that i kinda don't want any new characters???#(my team is aether kaeya barbara and lisa btw)#i've levelled up chongyun up because i was debating replacing kaeya as the cryo in my team but now i just use him for the electro hypostasis #and that's it #i've just got fischl and sucrose sitting it here at level one because i can't be bothered to level them up #anyway sorry about rambling #enjoy this little thing darlings!!

784 notes · View notes

soulmate-game · 3 years

Text

Useful Part 2

fluff with a little hurt and comfort. If you want answers as to the lack of angst, look through my recent posts for an explanation.

—* — * — * —* —*

“Wait, you have a WHAT?” were the first words that the rest of the Gotham-based vigilantes heard when they finally were able to track down where Damian had gone. Dick looked over at Bruce, who was noticeably tense. No surprise there, the man had just found out that he had a second biological child. One who was apparently a superhero already, without his intervention, and also apparently had a tragic background in the League of fucking Assassin Assholes. Not to mention that Damian’s track record with meeting siblings wasn’t great, even if this one wasn’t actually new to him. Nobody had any real fear of Damian relapsing on his no-kill rule, they knew he had matured far too much to be at risk of killing for something as immature as sibling rivalry anymore.

But there was still fear. Because this new Wayne was an Unknown Factor, and as a rule the Bats hated Unknown Factors. And they had no idea what the relationship between the two had been before they had been separated, or what it would become now.

“That wasn’t Damian’s voice,” Dick helpfully pointed out the obvious. Bruce only frowned, doing his best (and failing) to hide his anxiety about what they would find. Silently, the group inched forward to the edge of the abandoned building they were on top of so that they could look over at what was happening. What they saw was a girl, presumably the same one who had been in a ladybug onesie and had fearlessly begun to ask them to leave Paris— until she had laid proper eyes on Robin and fled, that was. That girl was sitting down next to an unmasked Damian, who had his arm around her shoulders and let her lean into his side. He even smirked cheerfully at her question before continuing to speak to her.

“A dragon-bat. I knew you’d love hearing about him, I’ll introduce you when you come visit the Batcave. His name is Goliath,” Damian admitted smugly. Despite the familiar attitude and pride behind his words though, his spying family couldn’t help but notice that he kept periodically rubbing the girl’s (they really needed to find out her name) shoulder in reassurance. None of them missed the tear tracks on both of their faces, or how red the girl’s eyes were. Clearly they had missed something big.

But nobody wanted to try to figure that out yet. This scene was too precious, too breathtaking for them to interrupt just yet. They had never seen Damian this vulnerable around someone outside of their little circle before, someone from the Time Before Bruce, no less. Most of the time, only Nightwing was able to see this side to Damian. And usually the roles were reversed, with Damian being the one consoled. They had never seen him in the position of the comforter before. The pillar of support.

It really cemented just how far he had come.

So they watched silently as the girl flinched, pulling away a bit and hunching in on herself. The laugh she let out was small and overflowing with self-degradation.

“You make it sound as if the rest of your family actually wants me to visit,” she replied sourly. Damian gently cuffed her over the head, frowning.

“Two things,” he held up two fingers from his free hand. “One: They will. They accepted me, and I was— well, you remember how I used to be. Once they actually meet you, and process the fact that there’s another Wayne now, they will bombard you with more welcoming than you will know what to do with. Two: It’s Our family, Marinette. Not mine, ours.”

Well, at least they had a name now. But it seems like they had bigger issues now, like Marinette’s clearly damaged sense of self. Jason and Tim traded knowing glances; it wasn’t hard for them to guess where, or how, she might have been damaged enough to think so lowly of herself.

They watched as Marinette shook her head.

“I don’t know. It’s one thing to try to… to get to know you again. We used to be close before… everything,” she haltingly argued, voice small and frail and uncertain. But she never once looked away from Damian’s eyes, trying to convey as best as she could what she was feeling. “But they’re different. They don’t have any reason to trust or like me, Dami. And I’m bad at, well everything, but especially,” she waved her hands frantically as if indicating the whole situation they were in. “I mean, listen to me! I can barely articulate right now, and I’m talking to someone I’ve known my whole life! I’m a mess. Nobody wants a mess.”

It was Damian’s turn to snort, and he pulled her right back into his side. “Please. If anything, that’s exactly the type of child Father goes looking for. We’re all a mess. Especially Father, trust me.”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better,” she accused suspiciously, but sank into his sideways embrace anyway. Damian chuckled.

“No, I’m being honest. He’s terrible at emotions, not that I really have much room to talk. We all are pretty bad with them. But he’s the most obvious when it comes to that issue,” Damian smirked over at his sister conspiratorially. “For example. He still tries to tell people that he works alone, and pushes people away because he has this intense desire to protect, but doesn’t know how to say “I don’t want you to get hurt, stop worrying me,” so instead he says “Go away, I don’t need you,” only for us to see through that nonsense and remind him that the amount of people in his team is in the double digits already. He doesn’t want to admit he cares about us and is vulnerable—”

“Sounds familiar,” Marinette teased with a watery grin, startling a short laugh from her twin. He nudged her a little roughly (but not to roughly) and playfully glared at her. Marinette just giggled.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he lied with a grin before waving his free hand in dismissal. “Anyway. Another example. He has no idea how to tell a stranger, “hey, I’m your father and I will not reject you. In fact, I’m completely willing to adopt you right this moment and whisk you away to Gotham and relative safety and hire an entire team of therapists to help you and buy you half the world if you asked for it,” so instead he and the rest of our emotionally constipated family just lurks on the edge of a building in broad daylight eavesdropping on us and expects us not to notice.”

“Wait what,” Marinette’s gaze instantly whipped up towards the sky, taking only half a second to locate the aforementioned eavesdroppers. Everyone except Bruce at least had the courtesy to duck down and pretend not to be there when they noticed she had seen them, leaving Batman standing seemingly alone on the concrete roof. Marinette blinked once. Twice. Then turned to Damian. “I’m gonna blame the fact that I didn’t notice them on emotional turmoil, because there is no way I’ve gotten THAT rusty.”

Damian smiled, but didn’t laugh. He knew that was a deflection to try and distract from Marinette’s quickly resurging self-consciousness. Her hands were already trembling again, and the fear from only minutes ago had resurfaced. The insecurity. He could practically see the words “I’m not good enough,” written in her irises.

“You’ll be fine,” he whispered, standing up and pulling her with him. “If anyone has to worry here, it’s me.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Marinette whisper-hissed right back, eyes wide in disbelief and confusion. “You’re— You! Mister Perfect!”

Damian rolled his eyes, and his self-deprecating smirk matched the laugh Marinette had given just a few minutes earlier. “For the League, maybe,” he shrugged. “Never the Wayne family. Which is why I know you’ll be fine. If they put up with everything I’ve done and still call me one of them, they’ll accept you with barely a second thought.”

Marinette’s next argument was cut off by the sound of a dozen soft footfalls stirring up dirt not far ahead of them. The BatClan had landed from the rooftop.

Marinette gulped.

But if there was one thing— one thing she still remembered from her days as Marie Al-Ghul, it was how to fake pride and confidence. She straightened her shoulders automatically, lifted her chin, and pulled away from Damian’s supporting arm around her shoulder. Damian let her.

A little bit of old resentment flared up in him as he saw Batman walk up close enough to comfortably talk with them. Resentment that he no longer held onto, but that had haunted him nearly every night of the first two years he spent with his dad. The realization that maybe his twin was the one that was meant to be a Wayne. Marie had the blue eyes, the compassion, the more specifically detective-oriented mind. The calm head. Sometimes. Marie was exactly who he imagined when he thought of a naturally born member of the BatClan. Stubborn, clever, morally just. She had risked immediate death just because she refused to fight him, for crying out loud. Because she didn’t want to hurt the boy who used to be her best friend. The only ally she had ever had, growing up.

Meanwhile, he still had issues reigning in his anger sometimes. He had too much blood on his hands, he was more of a battlefield tactician than a long-term strategist. Still stubborn, but also completely unaware of the pain he brought others with his words or actions a lot of the time. He used to be such a rage fueled little demon, and thinking about how his sister fit the classic Wayne outline more thoroughly than he did had made him destroy more than a few practice dummies in frustration.

But now, looking at Marinette trying so hard to appear strong and proud when he knew she was still so shattered inside, relief overpowered the old and dull resentment. This was what she needed, he could sense that easily. She, just like him all those years ago, needed Bruce and the others to start to heal her and reforge what the League had badly molded.

“... Marinette, I suppose?” Damian nearly facepalmed at his father’s awkward attempt at a conversation starter. Marinette herself was clearly too keyed up and overthinking things to even register any amusement at the lame attempt, merely nodding with an overly serious expression on her face.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Monsieur Wayne. Or that’s my name nowadays, that is,” She stumbled a little in her response before clenching her fists and forcing herself to continue as calmly as she could muster up. “My birth name was Marie Al-Ghul.”

Bruce’s eyebrows visibly furrowed underneath his cowl. “Was?”

“I…” Marinette finally looked away, shame creeping back onto her face. “I was explicitly told that I was stripped of the Al-Ghul name and would be killed if I ever dared lay claim to it again. So I not-so-legally changed it. And I was later adopted.”

Several sharp gasps or the hiss of breath through teeth bit through the quiet breeze. Nobody was necessarily surprised, Marinette could see it when she looked through her eyelashes and examined the winces and sympathy on the faces of the vigilantes before her. Batman’s shoulders were stiff, as if someone had paralyzed only his shoulder blades.

“And the people who adopted you?” Batman pursued. Marinette couldn’t read his tone very well, but it sounded vaguely angry so she quickly raised her hands in a placating gesture and her eyes widened significantly.

“They’ve been amazing! They don’t know anything about my past, or who raised me, but they are endlessly patient with me. I mean, honestly! Sabine caught me when I was trying to steal one of her gold bracelets in Hong Kong— and I know I’ve never been as good of a combatant as Dami, but I’ve always been better at sleight of hand and stealth so honestly that’s impressive— and she saw my dirty eight-year-old face and for some reason decided, ‘yeah I want this one as my daughter’ and roped Tom right into it and next thing I know they somehow tailed me to my hideout? I still don’t know how the hell they managed that, but Tom had a huge plate of steaming buns and I was so hungry and suddenly it’s two years later and I’m adopted and we’re on a plane to Paris—” Marinette threw up her hands. “I still don’t fully grasp what happened sometimes.”

She belatedly seemed to realize that she had just gone on an entire breathless rant at the speed of sound, and slapped her hands over her mouth before lunging into a deep bow. “I apologize! I spoke horridly out of turn!”

To her surprise though, she was met with a soft laugh instead of a scolding. She jerked in surprise, whipping her head up only to see Batman holding a hand over his chin to hide his large grin. It only took another second for the boys behind him to laugh a lot LESS softly. Nightwing strolled over casually and swung an arm around both her and Damian’s shoulders, playfully nudging her brother with his knee.

“I think she fits right in, don’t you little D?”

“Of course,” Damian scoffed, though his eyes were playful. “She is a Wayne by blood. She ‘fits in’ more than you strays.”

“Dami!” Marinette whipped back to him and puffed out her cheeks. “That was uncalled for!” she barked. Damian held his hands up in surrender.

“Relax,” he said as soothingly as he could manage. “They know I’m joking,” he dropped his hands and a knowing smirk took over his face. “And besides, now you’re relaxed so my plan worked,” Marinette could only blink at that. She… did feel more relaxed, actually. “Also. I told you you’d be accepted easily. They already consider you one of us.”

“Wha— there’s no way—” she frantically looked at each of the older men around her, but each of them just shot her a smile or grin and a short nod. Her shoulders and jaw both fell, and it broke a little of everyone’s heart.

Marinette looked so utterly shocked, bewildered to be accepted as if it was still something profoundly foreign to her. And there was that disbelief in her eyes, that distrust that screamed that she expected some sort of lie here. That told that she thought this would all crumble away at any second. If anyone had any reservations about bringing her into their inner circles, it vanished right that moment. She needed support, or she’d crumble away and they all knew it.

“How about we start by talking about the situation with Hawkmoth?” Red Robin spoke up, walking forward to stand beside Batman. “I assume that’s a little more in your element?”

Damian silently vowed to thank Tim later for that. In a silent, completely anonymous way of course. Couldn’t have Tim thinking they were friends or something now, could he? Marinette instantly straightened up and nodded, her confidence returning with a little more sincerity this time.

“Yeah. Yeah, let me transform again. It’ll be easier to explain.”

—*—*—*—*—*

It was three weeks later, on Marinette’s third now-weekly visit to the Batcave, when the question finally came up. Jason had asked to spar with Marinette for the first time, having seen her in action as Ladybug and wanting to test the girl when she didn’t have superpowers to rely on. Damian hadn’t been down in the cave to warn him, and the result was Jason’s gut sinking as Marinette scrambled as far away from him as she could, eyes wide and chest heaving in the beginnings of a panic attack.

“Shit,” Jason muttered before he quickly knelt down and did his best to talk her down, to calm her until her breathing slowed and her pupils were back to normal. It wasn’t long afterwards that Marinette started hugging herself, refusing to look at him. But he wasn’t going to just back down, he wanted to solve this issue. If even the mere suggestion of a spar was enough to set her off, he needed to figure out why and fix it.

So he carefully lowered himself so he was sitting only a foot away from her, resting his arms across his knees casually.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “Didn’t think it would be a sore subject. That’s on me.”

Marinette just shrugged, but didn’t answer him. She just buried her face in her arms and took a shaky breath.

Jason let the silence linger for a while before trying again. “Does this have to do with certain Asshole Assassins?”

That startled a slightly hysterical bark of laughter from her, and she had to wipe away a few tears when she raised her head and finally turned it in his direction slightly. Not enough for her to be looking at him, but just a subtle turn to show that she was listening and speaking to him. “Yeah.”

“You know, you never told us why you got disowned,” Jason tried to make his words as casual as possible, but wasn’t surprised when Marinette still stiffened and took a sharp breath. He didn’t push. The stage was set, and he’d wait until either she took the opportunity to open up or told him to leave well enough alone. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips, and her foot tapped on the ground a bit. Clear signs of her anxiety around the subject, and Jason’s hopes vanished a little. He would probably have to wait longer for her to be ready to share.

But, to his pleasant surprise, he was wrong. She took another few minutes to gather her thoughts, but she did eventually open up to him.

“I refused to fight Damian,” she admitted. “It was… We were seven. It wasn’t supposed to be a fight to the death, but it was a very important spar. We were using live weaponry, and we were told to fight until we couldn’t anymore. Whoever fell first would be relegated as a mere soldier, and have to fight for status like any other assassin in the League. The winner would officially be named as G— as Ra’s Heir. I didn’t want to fight, because I knew Damian would win but I also knew that it wouldn’t be as easy as Ra’s probably expected if I gave it my all like he wanted. I knew both Damian and I would be heavily injured if I did as he asked, and it wouldn’t be worth it. If I misjudged anything, any single hit, I could have accidentally injured Damian permanently and ruined his worth in Ra’s eyes, and that wasn’t an option. I didn’t care that throwing the fight was as good as giving up my life, because at least I could be sure that Damian kept his. I could make sure that he was treated well, or as well as anyone could hope for in the League anyway. I could, with only a few words, make sure he became indispensable. Ra’s and Talia never liked me as much as Damian anyway, I figured… I figured it was nobody’s loss,” She swallowed heavily, clenching her eyes shut. “I was always just the spare. The extra. Damian was their crown prince, the one with actual value. Even to me. I saw him, and I saw everything I wanted to be. I… I tossed down my weapons and let him stab me, because I figured I owed it to him for being such a failure in comparison to him. That I owed it to him to do everything I could to make things easier for him, since I was just an unnecessary obstacle—” strong arms wrapped around her, and she turned to sob into Jason’s chest as he just silently held her.

“Idiot,” Damian whispered, making Marinette jump. Her twin sat only a few feet away, though only Jason would have known when exactly he had gotten there with them. He shook his head at her. “I never would have gotten as far as I did without you,” he whispered, looking up at the cave ceiling. “You were the only real rival I had. When you left, everything was either too easy or nearly impossible, nothing was the same as trying my best against someone who was just as good as me. And when I got here and met the others, I didn’t think any of them were worthy of taking your position, you know,” he scoffed a bit as he got lost in his memories. “That’s why I hated Tim for so long, I think. He reminded me of you so much that I wanted nothing more than to punch him for daring to replace you—”

“Heh, the Replacement twice over, huh?” Jason joked. Damian chuckled with a small eye roll.

“Plus, he just has a really punchable face,” Damian added, trying to distract from the emotion behind everything he had just admitted. “Part of me thought you were dead. The other part refused to believe that. And seeing Tim and how some of his mannerisms were the same as yours,” Damian shrugged a little. “It stung. Especially that second year, when I started to regret that you never had the chance to come here and join them with me. Meet them with me.”

Marinette sniffled. “... Who are you and what have you done with Dami? He’s never this sappy.”

Damian flicked a pebble at her head with a good natured glare, successfully diffusing the serious air a little. Marinette wouldn’t ever be normal, and it would take a while before she was no longer fragile, but she could get there. Especially now that her bridges with her brother had been mended, and and a whole new family had cropped up to help support her.

She was glad Damian had convinced her to try, again.

#maribat #platonic daminette #sibling daminette #bio!dad au #bio!dad bruce wayne #ml x dc #mlb x dc #Useful

564 notes · View notes

beelspillowpet · 3 years

Text

A Lesson in Love - A “Character Analysis” on Asmodeus

I had to come for the tracks, wigs, and weaves of bitches when Pomade dropped because I saw people talking shit about my boy. This was a milestone “project” or “reward” I guess?

I hit 400 followers today while I was out running errands!!! Thank you guys SO SO MUCH for the love and support! I can’t WAIT to produce more content for everyone!!!

Below the cut there WILL BE talk of season 3, as well as some talk of chapter 16. There’s a healthy amount of theorizing on his personality as well, I hope you don’t mind! This came out more like a plea to get people to change their minds about how Asmo really is, rather than a comprehensive essay of sorts. So here we go!

There’s something we apparently still need to talk about in this fanbase. The unrealistic idea of Asmodeus being a sex freak, and an unreliable person in general despite there being little proof of it. We need to set a few things straight about Asmo moving forward.

December 25th rolled around and Asmo’s audio drama and song were released. I take it everyone enjoyed both parts, as well as I did. My timeline both on twitter and tumblr were filled with Asmodeus content, as well as the other brothers and such. But I mostly got Asmo content. However, in peeks and cracks, if I looked hard enough, I still saw people who absolutely loathed Asmo or who were indifferent to him. Keep in mind; I think it’s okay. You don’t have to like everyone.

I’ve only joined the fanbase in September, but even I could tell some of these takes were old fashioned. I downloaded the game on October 17th, a very important anniversary for me, while I

was still in bed in the morning. I blazed through the entire story of season 1 and now I am stuck in season 2, specifically in Chapter 24. I obviously don’t have every card of Asmodeus with his Devilgrams, but I have been analyzing his character over the past few days for this.

So needless to say, I have a considerable amount of information on him, as well as personal thoughts that may help some learn to love him. Or at the very least, from spreading a negative idea of him around as if it were true. Enough that should help clear his name, so to speak.

Let’s look at his title; Avatar of Lust. Now naturally the thoughts that come to your head are sex and other sexual bits. So I can understand how some people would come to the conclusion that he’s just a sex freak. But if you look under the surface of his title, like I’m sure you’ve had to for your own personal favorites (*cough* Lucifer, Belphie, and Satan ESPECIALLY) you would discover that Asmodeus is more than just about sex. In fact, sex takes up very little of his pass time, if you were to believe it!

In recent chapters, as I’ve been told, Asmodeus doesn’t really get around much anyways:

Granted, this was said while in Celestia, but I imagine not much has changed for him since his fall, as well as his brothers.

Not really comfortable being with just anyone, huh…? Sounds like someone who doesn’t have sex so warily often as you’d think!

Being lustful can come in many shapes and forms. It can be merely in appearance, which Asmo is not afraid of doing. He’s very comfortable about skinship and it’s very apparent in how he dresses and acts that he wants you to adore his body. To worship it! Maybe not sexually, but aesthetically! Being lustful can mean just thinking about sex or sexual scenarios often, which if you take a peek at Asmo’s chat’s either with you or his brothers, is very apparent too.

Personally, I believe that people would assume he is not good in a relationship because he would have a “cheating problem”. I don’t think Asmo is a monster, just like I don’t think any of the brothers are monsters. They may be demons (technically fallen angels) now but they used to be angels too. Their falling out with their Father doesn’t mean they’ve completely abandoned morality, it was a rebellion for Lilith’s right to live. Not for them to sin as they pleased. For all we know they might have been fine in Heaven otherwise! (with the exception of Lucifer.)

A monster knows right from wrong and chooses evil anyways. An ignorant person doesn’t know right from wrong. Asmodeus is not a monster, nor is he ignorant.

When Asmo genuinely loves you, I think he would take steps to calm down that side of him, if it were to exist. Lust is fairly limited, but it is a part of love to some extent. LOVE is vastly different. Love has many languages, and they aren’t all spoken either. For me, personally, I found that Lucifer’s love language can be either very direct, or roundabout so as to not let it go to your head, for an example. Asmo is just far more direct about his care for you.

I feel as though Asmo gets a lot of crap constantly for his presumed nature and because we don’t get to see much else of him at first, especially in season 1, his impression on us sort of stays. With most of the fanbase either somewhat new to the game or somewhere lost in the sea of the difficulty curve that is season 2, we can only assume based on what we’ve seen, and what others have headcanoned about him.

Let’s break and talk about Satan for a moment; this is going somewhere.

I’m led to believe that Satan can control his sin fairly well. He’s easy to get irritated, sure, but he isn’t as much of a walking ball of rage as I suspected. I would argue that, aside from Leviathan, Satan can handle his sin the best out of the brothers. But again, we’re forgetting about Asmo. The Avatar of “Lust”. Like I’ve shown before, he doesn’t really sleep around a lot, according to anon.

At worst, Asmo being flirty is through text and he’s not actively trying to sleep with you. It can be interpreted that way, but for me personally, it comes down to having a friend that is very up close and in your personal space.

(I myself am one of these types of people. Having ADHD, my social cues are always sort of off, and I’ve struggled with coping with it for years. With my best friend, we have seen each other naked countless times and have slept in the same bed as well. We were never romantic with each other. We were just very comfortable being close and personal with each other.)

I’d like to point out also that Asmo isn’t even there for most of season 1 too. Which can give you the idea that maybe he just was out sleeping around a lot, but to me he probably just went out partying a lot. You don’t get known that fast for sleeping around. Maybe in 5,000 years, sure, but I’d imagine being a party boy, as his Devilgram “Guided by Desire” suggests.

So the idea that Asmo isn’t in the house a lot because he’s out having sex all the time isn’t true is it? He’s probably just out partying, which can LEAD to sex with someone sure, but again, Asmo doesn’t feel comfortable doing that, now does he?

I feel like of all the boys, Asmo is the one who radiates with everyone else the most. Most people will never realize how surreal it is that Asmo is faking it until he makes it. He doesn’t always think he’s beautiful, or that he’s worth all the love he’s striving and straining to get. Something that is extremely relatable for a lot of people with self-worth issues. Asmo is just like that, but instead being sarcastic and self-deprecating, he simply works to make himself look as beautiful as possible, so that in his eyes, his beauty matches the affection he gets.

Which is why, when he falls in love with you, it’s strange. You are constantly telling him he’s nice and pretty, but you aren’t lusting after him. You’re just being nice. It may just be me, but when people are overly nice just for the sake of being nice, I’m very attracted to that. That is Asmo, to some extent. The fact that he reflects the insecurities and habits of others so clearly may make others uncomfortable, but that brutal honesty veiled behind insecurity is what a lot of people with self-image issues deal with.

Now for me to share my favorite personal idea for Asmo that completely changed how I saw him in season 1 onwards; Asmodeus is an empath. Now let me explain:

First, what is an Empath?

The term empath comes from empathy, which is the ability to understand the experiences and feelings of others outside of your own perspective. Seems simple, right? Everyone can do this to some extent. However, what makes you an empath is the fact that empaths genuinely feel the same pain as you do. So much so your experience becomes a very personal part of their own. They are capable of being able to feel other people’s emotions without them speaking, or even showing signs of it through their body language.

This would explain, for me personally, why there’s so little of him in season 1. The intensity of what goes on in the house, his sensitive soft-spoken mannerisms, the only time he truly gets mad is when he’s childishly arguing with Mammon? Asmo is afraid of true conflict, he’s afraid of violence and negative emotions. Let’s face it; everyone is indifferent or hates you at the start of the game.

While this changes fairly quickly, all the intense feelings come to a head in chapter 16. All those negative emotions swirling around, of course Asmo isn’t going to want to be in the house when it’s that intense. The attic didn’t just disappear completely, too. Belphie was still in the attic hating humans. That negative emotion could be affecting Asmo and he didn’t know why, so he could have been out of the house more.

Where Asmo can feel the emotions of others, it may mostly be the negative ones because they fill him with anxiety and panic if it persists. Which can be helpful in making him so urgent to want to make others smile and feel better, right?

Imagine being intimate with Asmodeus, and suddenly you aren’t in the mood for it anymore but don’t want to make things awkward. He could pick up on it in an instant and wouldn’t get mad because he understands how you feel completely.

Now to close this out about something that genuinely hurts me; Asmodeus is a narcissist.

I mean, the wiki says that he is, but personally? No, no he isn’t. Since when is loving yourself a bad thing? Sure he may go a bit far sometimes, but people with self-image issues need to go a little harder than the rest to make sure they're getting the love they need.

(Talking about myself AGAIN, but I do this a lot. At random, I will look up in my own mirror in front of my desk that I sit in front of all day and tell myself I am a cute bitch. I am VERY VERY cute and anyone would be lucky to have someone as drop dead gorgeous as myself. I say that a few times a day. In reality, I am very insecure about my looks. I do believe I’m cute, but sometimes it’s hard to say it. Which is why I force myself. Why wouldn’t Asmo do the same?)

Talking yourself up to be as beautiful as a sex god is no easy task, but Asmo isn’t the Avatar of “Lust” for no reason. When an insecure girl talks up her beauty, it’s her being strong and independent. When Asmo does it, its narcissism… it doesn’t really seem fair, now does it? Maybe he’s just an insecure person who needs to tell himself ALL THE TIME that he’s beautiful. That if he stares at his reflection long enough, he may see it too.

(Also, Simeon literally calls him out on being insecure. Insecure people tend to try and overcompensate where they feel they’re lacking.)

”Asmodeus is hinted to be insecure and seeking for love and attention. When Simeon was asked about what he thought of Asmodeus, he says that Asmodeus is still trying to fulfill the role of the angel he used to be; an angel that was adored and loved by many. Asmodeus laughs at Simeon's remark and brushes it off by saying that he is only jealous.” - A section from said Asmodeus Wiki.

People can choose to love or hate Asmo, obviously. Making things up about his character without having anything but speculation and having that dictate how he acts is plain silly. This entire “essay” if you can call it that, comes from the heart. I love Asmo as a character, and in the beginning he did make me uncomfortable, I didn’t like him that much. But I learned to look past that and figure out why he acts the way he does. Something didn’t sit right with me about him for a while, and it was that air of insecurity that I didn’t see at first.

All I can really ask for, is giving Asmo another chance as a character. He’s not as wild and wacky as Mammon, or as cool and sexy as Lucifer, or as edgy and precious as Belphie, but he matters in this story too. He fell from grace with his brothers for Lilith. Give him another chance, and let him show you that he is the Avatar of Love.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #om!#om! swd #om! asmo #om! asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #Thanks for 400 followers!

456 notes · View notes