#but like...guys he is still blatantly naive

[96percentdone]

TIL about papyrus conspiracy. Y'all are wild. I mean I know it's on some level backlash to how the overall fandom infantalizes Papyrus especially in favor of Sans but some of y'all really be pushing it too far.

#hope.txt #undertale #papyrus #like he's obviously not an idiot #and on some level might be obfuscating stupidity #he's also canonically very skilled #and knows what death is #but like...guys he is still blatantly naive #he's blatantly not good in social situations #he routinely fucks up speaking #he's a goofball! a dork! he longs to be loved and popular! #he's a relentless optimist and believes in the inner goodnees of any one person BECAUSE he's a naive dork #he's like obviously autistic and you guys can't parse this without babying him or turning him into a brilliant mastermind

[atlabeth]

she's like the wind

knight!luke masterlist

pairing: knight!luke castellan x princess!reader

summary: you and luke get a reality check.

a/n: ive been on the hurricane train lately but knight!luke still has me in a chokehold lol so here's a lil blurb for you all! based off of this request; title from the patrick swayze song bc are you kidding me "just a fool to believe i am anything she needs" UGH you're everything she needs it's just that neither of you know it yet

wc: 1.8k

warning(s): angst lol! discussions of arranged marriages, luke is sad, princess is sad and a little mean bc she goes into princess mode, they both place their duty above their feelings </3

okay sooooo

last time we left off you and Luke had a nice lil moonlight dance in your room after you both had to get through a ball 

and things have been pretty good since then! nothing is awkward between the two of you (sometimes being oblivious towards the depth of your feelings is a good thing) and you’re back to joking around w each other all the time

but you’re the princess and things can never be easy for you. Your whole day (and not to be dramatic but basically your whole life) is ruined by a private meeting with your parents. 

It’s marriage. obviously it’s marriage. 

Your kingdom needs allies at a moment like this and marriage is the easiest way to do it so. like. the sooner the better princess!!! 

and like you KNEW it was coming. You knew there was really no way to avoid it. that doesn’t mean you naively hoped you could. 

But it’s one thing for a prince to court you at a ball for the night and forget him as soon as you get home. 

It’s another thing entirely for that prince and his parents to visit your kingdom and stay for a week. which is exactly what’s going to happen. 

During that meeting, your parents tell you that the prince of the kingdom that held the last ball (the one that both sets of parents want you to marry, the one that gave you a tour, the one that is the most boring man alive) and his parents will be staying in the castle

And while your parents will be talking with his, trying to secure an alliance for any kind of protection, they’ve encouraged you to spend time with him, make him feel welcome, forge a bond, make him like you. 

“Why?” you ask. You know the answer, you know what they’re implying, but you want them to say it out loud. You want them to resign you to this fate themselves. 

“Because if all goes well, he will be courting you within the month,” your father says, and yeah, it does make you feel worse now that he’s blatantly said it. you didn’t really know what your plan was there. 

“It is the best decision for all of us, darling,” your mother says. 

You fight them over it. obviously. but it’s no good, and you leave the room absolutely fuming. 

Thankfully, Luke is busy training, because you don’t think that you could explain this to him right now. 

But you don’t tell him even when he later accompanies you to the library. Or when he asks you how your day went. Or when he asks in five different ways if you’re okay. 

Luke knows something is off almost immediately when he meets up with you again because 1. he knows you. 2. you won’t look him in the eye 3. HE KNOWS YOU BFFR

but he doesn’t push it, and you’re eternally thankful. 

Why, you may ask? Because you don’t want to talk to Luke about this kind of thing. 

Why, you may ask again? Because you’re in love with him and don’t know it yet. 

But because you don’t know it yet, you just feel weird talking about stuff like that with him. Even thinking about it around him. It was bad enough when Luke had to accompany you and the prince around the past week—you can’t imagine Luke being around when you’re trying to charm this guy. 

He’s going to find out eventually, namely when said prince arrives in the castle, but you just can not bring yourself to tell him. 

Thankfully, you don’t have to! Because he’s one of the kingsguard and one of the first things they do that next morning is discuss security for the incoming royal family. And even though Luke figures it all out pretty quickly, he figures it out even quicker with the immediate gossip through the servants and maids. 

And listen. 

He knows his place. He knows he’s a knight, he knows he’s your knight, and he knows that his duty is to keep you safe no matter what. He knows just as well as you do that you would be married off eventually, but just like you, he chose to naively ignore that fact for as long as he can. 

And it’s not just you that he has a promise to—when he asked your father to let him be your personal guard, he swore himself to your protection and to stay away from you in that regard. Luke lied and said he would never think of it, but he’s had a thing for you since you were kids. 

Luke guesses he thought he would get over it as he grew, but he’s only fallen harder for you with the years. He’s got himself stuck between a rock and a hard place and he’s got no one to blame but himself. 

But he feels like his teeth are going to crack with how hard he clenches his jaw during the entire meeting. It was difficult enough maintaining his front while the prince showed you around the castle—Luke doesn’t know how he’s going to survive your parents’ most open attempt at arranging marriage thus far. 

At least he has a reason to go see you right after. He is your guard, after all. 

The bigger problem is the correct timing. Luke can tell that you’re upset the instant he’s in your proximity, and he doesn’t want to upset you further in his quest for answers. 

But near the end of the day, when he’s escorted you back to your room after dinner and you’re beginning to take off your jewelry, he finally speaks up. 

“Princess,” Luke said, standing in the doorway, “may I have a word?” 

Your body tensed and your hands stopped on the clasp of a bracelet. You knew what was coming, but you nodded nonetheless. You didn’t know if you would be able to speak with the dryness of your throat. 

You heard the door close behind you, and you busied yourself taking off the rest of your jewelry as Luke began. 

“I’ve heard the royal family of Birchmund is visiting,” he said. 

You wet your lips and swallowed, trying to alleviate the cotton in your mouth. “You’re correct.” 

“And I’ve heard… other things,” he continued. “Of their prince. And you.” 

You closed your jewelry box with a bit too much force. “The decision of my parents.” 

“I figured.” Luke cleared his throat, and you still couldn’t stand to look at him. “What… what is going to happen?” 

“Luke,” you started, “I don’t want to talk about this with you.” 

“Please, princess,” he said. “I… merely want to know what to expect. If you are to be accompanying him most of the week, I’ll have to adjust my own schedule.” 

You bit down hard on the inside of your cheek, steeling yourself before you finally turned around to face him. “My parents want me to get him on our side, Luke. It will be easier to forge an alliance if we have a good relationship, and it will be easier to—” You paused, closing your eyes for a moment before you finished. “To negotiate a marriage if he already likes me.” 

And Luke just stared at you. You didn’t know what he wanted from you, why he wanted to hear you say it. Probably the same reason you wanted to hear your parents say it—to know it was truly real. 

“You don’t want this,” Luke said. His voice was quieter, but his posture hadn’t changed. Always a knight. 

“What I want doesn’t matter,” you said. 

“You’re a person too,” he insisted. “You deserve to go after what you want.” 

“I am a princess before I am a person.” You turned back around and started removing your jewelry again—you needed something to focus on. “I want what is necessary for my kingdom.” 

“Princess.” Luke sounded a little desperate, now. “This— it’s so formal. This isn’t how we talk to each other. We’re friends above everything.” 

Your skin burned where his fingers brushed over your neck, where he held you while you danced. Luke was your closest friend, but— but you couldn’t. You couldn’t have him so close and yearn for so much that you can never have, while the prince you might have to marry stood on your other side. 

“Maybe my priorities have been wrong.” You planted your hands on your vanity to prevent them from shaking. “What I want doesn’t matter. If I can prevent a war by offering my hand, it is my duty to do so.” 

“We…” you swallowed the lump in your throat and shook your head. “We cannot keep doing this. It would be an embarrassment to any prince for his betrothed to be so attached to her knight.” 

“We’re friends,” Luke insisted. “We always have been. No prince that desires your hand could understand even the slightest bit of what we’ve been through together.” 

“No,” you agreed. “But that means little in the scheme of everything else.” 

Luke’s jaw clenched ever so slightly. “This can’t possibly make you happy.” 

“What I want doesn’t matter,” you repeated, stronger this time. “This kingdom matters more than— than my childish desires. They depend on us for their protection, and I owe it to each and every one of my people to do all I can to ensure that protection.” 

“Princess—” Luke started, because you both knew what you were referring to, but you held up a hand and it stopped him in his tracks. 

“You are my knight,” you said. “And I am your princess. Eventually, I will be queen. My parents have told me I need to look to the future, to stop with silly trifles before they become more.” 

“It’s more than that,” he said quietly. “You’re my best friend. You’re the reason I’m standing here today.” 

“You act as if your duty is to die for me,” you continued. “But your duty is to keep me safe. And this is how I stay safe—by following the word of my parents and securing it myself.” 

“So this is your solution,” Luke attempted. “To try and ruin our friendship in the name of a marriage you don’t want.” 

“You may retire for the night, Sir Castellan,” you said, and your words rang hollow. “I’d like to be alone.” 

He stared at you, dark eyes indecipherable, but he nodded and moved to the door. Before he shut it, his gaze met yours again. 

“You may not care about what you want,” Luke said quietly. “But I do. And my loyalty is to you, princess. Not your parents. And certainly no prince.” 

Then he bowed, and he closed the door quietly behind him. 

but that night, when you settle into your silken sheets and luke takes his place in the barracks, you think of each other as you fall asleep and you dream of each other once you are.

the ties between you are not so easily broken. 

#dont worry she'll realize that she's in love with him soon enough #and luke is not going to stop fighting for her no matter what he'll try to tell himself lmao #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fic #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan headcanon #luke castellan au #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #pjo x reader #x reader #knight!luke #sadie writes

[shitswiftiessay]

Swifties are PAINFULLY fucking stupid.

I shouldn’t be getting THIS heated over a Disney comparison but the Kristoff slander is absolutely fucking wild. Kristoff (at least in the first movie) is both poor and an introvert. Those are two things that swifties HATE Joe for. He also had to work since he was a child, which is something swifties make fun of Joe for- calling him yogurt boy. And he DEFINITELY would think that award shows are stupid.

Hans is much more like Travis in the fact that he pursued a woman for his own gain. Whereas Kristoff was just trying to live his life and didn’t even WANT to get involved in Anna’s shit, Hans wanted to become king, so he pursued Anna (a naive and desperate young woman- which is what swifties are trying to paint Taylor as) and made himself look like her dream guy- “true love.”

Last summer, Travis publicly and relentlessly pursued Taylor with his story about how he tried to give her a friendship bracelet with his number. And he’s been reaping the benefits of dating Taylor Swift, he’s got new TV gigs, his podcast shot up on the charts, and he might even be getting his own reality show.

He tried to pass himself off as a fan, Even though he’s blatantly obvious that he DOESN’T listen to her music. But his little pretend act of being a fan charmed the shit out of swifties and made them believe he was her Prince Charming. All he has to do is that stupid 🫶 thing and he’s got the swifties swooned, much like Hans had Anna swooned from the minute he met her. But his intentions were completely self-serving.

And another thing I find interesting is the fact that Hans proposed to Anna a few hours after meeting her. IF ANYTHING, that couple is literally a lesson on NOT marrying a guy you just met. And yet, Swifties have been talking about Taylor marrying Travis since that first football game-even BEFORE then.

But Joe, the guy who didn’t want to marry taylor, is just like Hans? The one who was in a long term relationship that ultimately didn’t work out is JUST LIKE HANS??

It beggars belief how swifties could be so stupid, because they either didn’t watch the movie, didn’t fully understand it (because they are less cognitively capable than 5 year olds), or they’re so addicted to painting Joe as this cartoonist Disney villain in their heads that they think it’s perfectly reasonable to compare Joe to a character that was trying to KILL his fiancée and her sister.

I the stupidity of comparing Taylor Swift to Anna- a girl who’s been isolated in a castle for most of her life and has ZERO relationship experience - I think she’s supposed to be like 18 or something? Very young and inexperienced and naive. Taylor was 26 years old when she started dating Joe and she had plenty of relationship experience before then.

Taylor literally wrote MASTERMIND, but swifties still see her as this naive and innocent disney princess who is easily manipulated and taken advantage of by men. So I guess they think it’s a reasonable comparison because they understand disney movies as well as they understand Taylor’s lyrics- which is NOT AT ALL.

#this was an unnecessarily long rant #but what the fuck #as someone who’s actually WATCHED the movie #that comparison genuinely pissed me off #anti taylor swift #shit swifties say #parasocial relationships #anti travis kelce #free Joe alwyn

[savvysscandles]

Good girl gone Bad

🔞mdni🔞

Lo’ak x omatikayan fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: Smut, naive reader, corruption kink, Dom-Loak, Sub-reader, creampie, p in v, CNC, cursing, neck grabbing, dom x sub, soft/rough sex (a mixture), (use of y/n & you),praise kink, degradation, pussy play, vulgarism

Synopsis: You were innocent, naive really. You and Loak were best friend's for as LONG as you could remember, he always looked after and you always listen to him......until you didn't

“What did I say, Y/n.. huh ?!” he said pushing you into your hut closing the makeshift door.

Your clothes in your hands as a big cloth covers your wet body. “But Lo’ak…we were just having fun. The girls said it would be fun…and it was!” You said wide eyed looking at him as he walks closer to you, towering you.

“Skinny dipping is not fun Y/n! Come on…” he trails off putting his hand on your cheek “Tawtsngal (love flower)…what did we promised you’d always be my good girl listening to me, yes?…” He said softly bring his other hand to run through your hair. Coaxing you to give in to his demands, playing on your emotions.

He’s been calling you that since you guys were were kids. He know the affect it has on you, even if you didn’t.

You sighed “But Lo’ak…it was fun, I don’t understand why you won’t let me go back out to the party with them…” you said a little relaxed from his touch but still defiant. His hands slipped away from you and he growled out “Because I said so!” “But why!” You countered back.

“Y/n stop…testing me…I said….NO!” He spat with venom.

“Well I don’t have to listen to you!….I…I can do whatever I want..” you said trying to stand your ground with firmness but it ended up coming out soft.

Lo’ak face went cold and emotional less but hard. He stood close to you looking down subtly glancing up at your body, then his eyes snapped to your eyes. They were dark and ruthless.

You clutched the cloth covering your body, clothings now disregarded on the floor. You never tried to yell at Lo’ak like this, you never blatantly disobeyed him…. ever. He’s always told you since he was 15 that he knows what’s best and you never questioned him until now.

He stood there for a moment, his eyes were so focused that it seemed like he was looking through you, but then out of nowhere, they center back in on yours.

“Mmm…you think you can make your own decisions now… huh?” His voice low and deep. You didn’t respond you just looked up at him kind of fearful at what he might say or do, a pout on your little face.

He pulled you closer to him by your cloth. “You’ve been a bad girl tawtsngal….such a bad GIRL” He said finally getting loud with you. “You know what bad girls get, don’t you Tawtsngal…they get tried like sluts” He said yanking your cloth off your still drenched body.

You shirked from the suddenness, nipples hardened from the cold air, but you squeezed your thighs together feeling a surge of please in your lower region. The newness having you breathe out heavy and stumble a little. Lo’ak never spoke like this to you before but you never know it could feel so good.

He caught you by your throat keeping you steady, looking at your beautiful body. “Fuck….” He looked into your eyes in a flash “I saw that….mmm, I saw you clench your thighs together, you really are a slut, aren’t you?” He laughs. “And all this time I thought you were my good little Tawtsngal…Nah seems like you need some of that bad girl treatment… huh?”

You shook your head “No Lo’ak I…I can be a good girl for you again I promised, I can be your good girl please….” voice sounding desperate.

“Shh Shh Shh….no, sorry tawtsngal…but you ruined that just like I’m gonna ruin that little pussy of your. I bet it’s tigh just begging to be broken” He said glancing down at your cunt. “Plus your body already gave you away, slut!” Despite your words you squeeze your legs together again, this made Lo’ak give an evil smile.

He moved you roughly over to your cot by your neck, pushing you down. You immediately moved back, leaning your upper back against the wall still laying but looking up at him to see what he’s planning.

He kneels down beside you on the bed, pushing your legs apart in one motion. His fingers finding your wet, sopping folds. “Fuck…your already so wet, see you are a slut tawtsngal, say it!” His fingers went to your clit starting at a fast pace it was a quickly became overwhelming for your unexperienced body. You moaned out and squirmed “aha-aha Lo’ak..it’s-“ your body jerking from his touch.

“Say it! Say it Tawtsngal! Say your Lo’ak’s slut!” He interrupted you rubbing your clit even faster. Which made you moan out historically, his fingers sending to much please to your pussy. “Ahhha- Yes, Lo’ak I’m your slut ahh”

“That’s what I fucking thought! Now cum Tawtsngal, let out that that feeling that’s driving your little ass crazy!…mmm” He said in your ear, moving at a hard, fast pace on your small ball of nerves.

“Ohh Lo’ak I’m…it’s AHHA” you scream feeling the best euphoria rush through your body. Your orgasm was so hard it took you a little to come down from it.

“Lo’ak that..what was..it was” you stumbled to form a sentence. “Shhh…you don’t get to talk Tawtsngal…” He said collecting your orgasm on his fingers before pushing two inside of you.

“Ahh-Mm” you winced back in pain from his fingers. He gave you a minute before curling them inside. “Mmmm” you moaned back arching slightly. His fingers went at a steady pace before speeding up slightly making you go crazy. All that was heard was his fingers squelching in your wetness and your moans, his pace moving at the speed of light now. He felt you clench around his fingers knowing you were close

“Cum!” He demanded and you listened, just like he liked it.

He pulled his fingers out off you and yet even after your second orgasm tonight you still wanted more, bucking your hips up repeatedly in the air.

He gave a dark look directed at your movement’s before looking into your eyes. “You know…. I was trying to be nice, letting you cum twice, trying to get you prepare you for my cock….even after you disobey me….yelled at me, but you are just..so FUCKING NEEDY…. your right y/n you are a slut…my fucking slut!”

He got up pulling you to the edge of the bed by your thighs, ripping his loincloth off. His cock hard and throbbing, slapping his torso with pre-cum dripping to his balls.

You looked down at it from between your legs. God…it looks so beautiful. You breathe out heavy and scared from his length. He’s huge and his girth…fuck.

Lo’ak sees your scared face and slaps his cock on your clit making you jolt. “Don’t be scared..tawtsngal, you’re such a bad girl right? you can take it” He said chuckling.

“Lo’ak I-“ you were interrupted by your own screams. He stuffed his whole cock inside you, giving your virgin pussy no time to adjust. Tears burned too your eyes and you whined from the pain. He just stayed inside of you not moving, reaching his hand up to wipe the strings of wetness all over your face.

“Shh shh I know tawtsngal it hurts it’s ok? It’ll get better, try to relax…” he caressed your face as you tried to breathe through the pain.

A little while later you moaned out “move….please” He did moving with slow thrusts. You grabbed his hand that was on your cheek and you moved it to your lips kissing it before sucking his two fingers. You moaned louder.

He curled his fingers in your mouth using it as leverage to fuck you a little faster. Your eyes rolled back and you jolted. He moved faster and faster every time you moaned out and started to thrust up against him, getting to the point off rutting inside of you.

“Shit!…your little pussy is so tight tawtsngal….FUCK” He groaned out going even faster, his hand slipped out of your mouth to your neck, gripping it as he rammed into you. “YES..EWYA LO’AAAKK” you screamed out feeling your organs nearing. “Oh Lo- I’m gonna aaahha” you moaned body shacking from your incoming orgasm.

“There you go-DAMN…come on my dick show me that you’re still my good little girl” he groaned out feeling his high approaching aswell. “Yes! tawtsngal..gonna cum inside you, my slutty girls tight pussy..FUCK” He moaned rutting into you until he released his seed inside you.

He throw his head back still pumping his cum out and deep inside you as your eyes rolled back from the warm liquid. You’ve never felt something so amazing be inside you.

As you both came down from your hazes, you looked at each other, out of breath, sweat all over your bodies. You were still not moving from the lingering pleasure, but your ass cheek twitched a little...

He looked slightly fucked out before he looked down at his cock inside you. He felt a drop of his cum seep out of you and snapped his eyes back up to you. A dark look in them as if this was fair from over. “Oh tawtsngal, you bad little slut are you trying to push me out?”

He chuckles before giving on hard thrust “I’m just getting started….”

A/N: Just a little some-some for this week. Hope you all liked it! 💋🫶🏾

BYE LUVS !!! 😉💕

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[griefabyss69]

Steddie prompt: former Experiment!Eddie messing with Steve using his gifts because he’s bored. What that entails is entirely up to you! :) NSFW or SFW, dealers choice.

This is such an interesting concept! One that I've somehow never thought to write about before. I could've written like double this, but it was already like four drabbles long. I might come back to the concept one day!

[Drabble request series on ao3]

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4.1K words - Steddie - Rated: E

Contains: Tiny bit of dub-con (basically nothing is negotiated but they're both into it all), metaphysical anal, face slapping, ass slapping, Eddie taking control of Steve's body

Once the poisonous, bloody, dust has settled, and the fluorescent sterile aftermath endured, Eddie comes out to everyone.

Not in a Robin kind of way, but in an Eleven kind of way.

Or rather, reading the tattoo he's kept hidden under his watch this whole time, Twelve.

Steve had been kind of shocked, like way more surprised than he thinks he should've been, but he absorbs the information and adjusts, just like always. Eddie's still the same guy after all, they all just know him a little better, and he gets to take some of the super-powered pressure off of El whenever being that kind of weird gets rough.

And call him naive, but Steve didn't really think he had anything to worry about, it's not like the guy's actually a murderer or evil or whatever, even though the town hit too close to home with the whole Has-Powers-Like-The-Devil thing. It burns Steve's guts a little, makes him feel sick with how close Eddie could've come to getting snatched up by the wrong people again.

So when he gets a weird glint in his eye one evening, Steve doesn't think "Oh shit, he's going to Devil-Power me to Hell". He thinks, "He's about to go find a pen and a notepad and spend the next hour ignoring me.", which sucks way more than having any kind of evil attention.

Well, his wish for it certainly gets granted.

Eddie stretches out on the couch, eyes slotting into place right where they should be – holding Steve's gaze – his shirt loose enough at the bottom to ride all the way up to his ribs when he wriggles around restlessly. His mouth quirks up into a little smirk, Steve can't tell if there's meant to be humor in it or not, but he's sure if he's about to open up with something dry and sarcastic he'll find out soon enough.

For a minute though, it's just a staring contest, one that has Steve enthralled. He doesn't even think about looking away, even when he feels his own hand raising up into the air, knuckled into a loose fist.

He does frown though, confusion tugging at his mouth when his fist punches down into his own leg, not hard enough to hurt but definitely not something he did on purpose.

"Eddie?" He asks, trying not to sound too worried.

"Yes, Steve?" Eddie replies, raising his eyebrows.

Another punch, this time with his fingers clenched tighter, harder into his jeans, and Steve finally breaks eye contact, looking down at his hand.

The spell over the internal mechanism that urges him to gravitate towards Eddie is broken, but the one over his hand isn't. A couple quick punches and Steve glares over at him, finally trying to actually fight against whatever's moving him.

"What're you doing?" He asks, and Eddie laughs, rolling over onto his stomach.

He puts his chin in his hands and gives him a doe-eyed look, blatantly false innocence pooling under his eyelashes.

"What do you mean?" He shoots back, lips quirking into an enigmatic little smile.

Steve wants to stick his tongue into the corner of it.

"Well. I'm not punching myself on purpose. So if that's not you, then maybe we should do something about it," he says, watching his fist turn into an open hand, slapping down against his thigh.

Eddie sighs, shaking his head at him with a fake kind of pity.

"Oh Steve, I'm all the way over here, how could that be from me?"

Well, he knew it before, but now he really knows that Eddie's doing this.

"Then I guess I'll go call a code red and get the super nerds on the case," he says, getting to his feet.

He doesn't get very far, Eddie halting him mid-step, keeping him off balance with one leg in the air.

"No need to do that, I'm sure I can protect you against the ghost that's possessing you," he says, kicking his feet up behind him.

He looks like he should be twirling some of his hair around his finger as he sighs dreamily about a boy at a sleepover. The look kind of suits him even with the new tattoo that's peeking out from under his shirt.

Steve wants both of his feet on the ground, so he tries, and finds that he can push through Eddie's power like it's molasses and not a brick wall.

It bodes well for not falling over when he lets him go, but it doesn't bode well for the mischievous way he's looking at him. The thing about Eddie is, if he wants to toy with someone, he'll give them a way out of it, if they work hard enough for it. No brick walls there, but you have to want the escape.

Of course, that's always been during things like stupid arguments about movies or the casual flirting he does with everyone, not physically controlling someone like a puppet. At least not in Steve's experience anyway.

"Right. Can you see the ghost? Are my eyes glowing red?" Steve asks, voice bland.

Eddie laughs, wiggles his fingers at him with a wink. It looks fruity and has Steve's gut tugging his heart around on a leash. He can't believe that actually does something for him.

"Yeah, I can see it right now, looks pretty strong," he says, eyes sweeping over Steve's body like he's checking him out, not pretending to assess a threat. "It might take me a bit to fight- oh!"

He's a good actor, but Steve knows he's fucking around, so his pretend surprise when Steve's open palm slaps into his own face doesn't work on him. It's not very hard, doesn't even sting, but it does make him jump, heart racing at the unexpected hit.

"He got you good!" Eddie says, eyes so wide and so absolved of his actions.

Steve gives him his nastiest glare, regaining control enough to rub at his cheek, a small trickle of humiliation building between his shoulder blades.

Eddie laughs and makes him slap himself again, and this time it stings, the pain spearing him in whatever part of the brain that lust resides. That's a fucking problem, has him hoping Eddie gets bored of him soon, because he's known him long enough to know that he'd hold that kind of information over his head forever.

"Man, I'm sorry, this ghost is really beefy," he says, his legs still kicking.

"Call in some reinforcements, then?" Steve replies, rolling his eyes at him.

He fights to get both of his hands down by his sides, trying to brace himself against what comes next, waiting as he watches the gears turn in Eddie's head.

"You're not going to want anyone else around," Eddie says, and Steve feels a weird, nebulous pressure under his chin, forcing it up.

That almost gets a sound out of him, but it's not until the pressure is sliding down his chest, lighting up the nerves in his nipples on it's journey, that his throat opens up and lays a moan out into the air.

"What's the ghost doing now?" Eddie asks, eyebrows raised.

"Being some kind of pervert," Steve says, eyes flying wide when he feels a tugging at his belt.

"Oh, that's a shame, I guess."

Eddie's got his belt all the way undone before Steve can get his hands up to it, and he tries to think over the pounding of his heart.

This is totally on purpose, and seems like a whole different kind of thing than all of Eddie's harmless flirting. Does that mean Eddie's noticed things about him? How he lingers around him too much, how he finds it hard to tear his attention away from him a lot of the time?

Or is this Eddie just fucking with him in a new way?

"Looks like I might get a show, though," Eddie says, bypassing where Steve holds the two ends of his belt in place to get his jeans undone, button fly popping open quickly enough that Steve doesn't register it happening at first.

"Eddie," he starts, not sure what he's going to say.

Should he ask him to stop?

His the leather in his hands slips out of his fingers and his pants fall down his hips a few inches. He should ask him to stop, but that would mean… well. Stopping.

"Uh-oh," Eddie smirks, playing with a piece of his hair. "Interesting tactic this ghost has."

Steve pushes his hands against the power to clutch at his jeans, grunting with the effort, holding them up just before they can fall further and reveal the swell of his cock in his underwear.

"Honestly Eddie, cut the bullshit," he says, aiming for stern and getting lusty leading actress instead. "We both know I know you're doing this."

Eddie laughs, hiding his grin behind where he's twisting his hair in his fingers, looking up at him through his eyelashes. It's cute, though all of the mocking innocence has melted away.

"What, don't want to blame this on a third party?" He asks, all pretend-sympathy. "That way you won't have to admit that you're getting bested by a nerd."

Steve rolls his eyes, because the whole nerd thing is not what this is about and Eddie knows it. It's about facing the fact that Eddie's toying with him in a way that's homosexual, and the fact that Steve's protests have been so weak he can't even call it acting.

"You haven't bested me yet," he says instead, managing to get the top button of his jeans done back up.

"Don't egg me on like that, I might end up thinking you want it," Eddie says, dark eyes giving him another once over. "I'm also not trying very hard, my nose isn't even bleeding."

Steve knew he was pulling his punches, a fact driven home by the way his arms fly out from his sides, trapped in midair like he's stuck under something heavy. Struggling against it does nothing, no molasses to wade through, and Eddie's finally stopped kicking his feet, doesn't look casual anymore.

A real show of his power, even though Steve knows this is still pretty surface level.

"Try to move your arms," Eddie says, nodding at him with his chin as if he's not already putting in the effort.

Steve glares. Eddie grins.

"Alright, if you don't want to, I guess I could find a way to motivate you."

The button on his jeans pops back open and his pants are yanked, pooling around his ankles before he can even open his mouth to tell him off.

He doesn't think that's what he would've done, though. He wonders if Eddie's aware of that, or if he thinks he's doing something that Steve hasn't fantasized about before. Like sure, in his fantasies, Eddie's using his hands – sometimes his mouth – to undress and touch him, but what is this if not an extension of his body?

It comes from him, after all.

Steve doesn't say anything, just watches him, pokes at the little feeling of humiliation and lets it grow, letting the shame for wanting Eddie to defeat him have it's cruel stab in his chest, as he finds his eyes held in place by Eddie's gaze again.

"Nothing, huh?" Eddie says, less playful for a moment, almost like he's frustrated.

Does he want Steve to protest? To beg and fight against something he knows he's not capable of physically overpowering? To ask him to stop?

He sighs.

"You know I'm trying, I know you can feel it," he says, frowning. "I'm not going to beg you to let me go."

Eddie stares at him, the gears once again kicking into motion as he visibly understands what Steve's not saying.

"I'll make you," he replies, pulling Steve's shirt up over his head to brace it against the back of his neck.

Steve's used to being shirtless around people, but the unexpected rush of cool air against his skin has him shivering, has his cock thickening up even more, definitely obvious by now. There's no giving up now, no way he can walk this backwards and laugh it off as freaky ass roughhousing.

"Yeah? You want me to get all sad and desperate to move? To get my clothes back on?" Steve asks, drawing his bitchy smirk up easily. "I bet you think about doing this when you jerk off, getting me on my knees or something. Do you? Think about forcing my mouth open so you can fuck it?"

He watches Eddie's face burn and something hot and satisfied curls up in his gut. He's not often on the offensive with him, prefers to take things as they come and secretly enjoy them, but when he can make him blush hard out of nowhere like that it makes him want to pin him down and kiss him.

"I-I… don't do that," Eddie says, piecing his composure back together. "I don't think about you at all."

Steve hopes that's a lie.

"I'm just bored," he continues, still a little subdued. "And clearly you're a bigger slut than I thought."

That'd hurt, if Steve didn't take it as a compliment, coming from a guy who once went on a half hour tangent about how people should just be able to have sex without judgment, no matter how many partners they had.

"What does that make you?" Steve asks, relieved when Eddie's smirk finds it's way back.

He loves how it looks on Eddie's face, sue him.

"King slut, I guess," Eddie laughs, and with a faint pressure at his waist, Steve's underwear pulls down his thighs, his cock springing up with the force of it.

"God," Steve moans, attempting to pulls his arms out of position, instinctively trying to cover himself.

"Yeah, that too," Eddie says, not bothering to pretend he's not staring at his erection.

Steve has to take a few moments, basking in the attention and also to just catch up with exactly what's going on, how fucking weird it is, how turned on he's getting. There's a lot that Eddie could do to him that anyone would expect him to say no to, but he finds himself hoping that he doesn't have to ask for any of it.

He told Eddie he wasn't going to beg and he meant it.

"Can't believe you're so into being this weak," Eddie says, slowly dragging his eyes up to his face, the nebulous pressure following the path they take.

He's not going to beg, but he moans freely, wants Eddie to know how good it feels, wants him to try to get more sounds out of him.

"I could hold you in place and strip you anywhere, and what? You'd get hard just like this?" Eddie asks, his hips giving a hard grind into the couch. "I can do whatever I want to you, and you're not even scared, are you? You’re like the world's bravest, horniest, action hero."

Steve laughs, finds he can't even move his head, his whole body held in place except for the places he wants to be touched. His cock and his balls are free to move, no invisible pressure holding them in place – which is a little embarrassing, he wonders if it looks stupid – but mostly he just wishes he was being touched everywhere.

"Should I be?" He asks, voice a little strangled. "Scared?"

The pressure around his throat gets softer and he tries not to feel disappointed.

"Depends on what you fear," Eddie says, his hips starting to slowly roll and press into the couch like he's doing it subconsciously. "I'm not gonna injure you or anything like that."

Steve goes to shrug, but he can't, so he just makes a vague sound. He has to think for a minute to figure out how to bring up the slapping without outright asking for it.

"What was the slapping about, then? You could've hurt me."

Eddie rolls his eyes, arranging one of Steve's hands into an open palm.

"Injuring you is different than hurting you," he says, and even though it's expected this time, Steve still gasps when his own hand comes down hard on his cheek.

His head doesn't even snap to the side, stuck in place.

His cock jerks as he struggles, the pain drawing another moan out of him.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie whispers, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth for a second as he looks at him. "You loved that."

Steve knows how he must look, with his eyes watering and he's assuming a red mark on his face, and he leans into it, letting his mouth drop open just a little bit as he licks his lips.

"If you weren't so committed to making love to my couch I'd tell you to come over here and use your own damned hand for it," he says, unable to keep himself from pushing at him.

Eddie hides a laugh behind his hands, his head ducking momentarily before he looks back up, beaming at him.

"You're so fucking cute," he says, getting all of his limbs in order as he gets to his feet. "Also, really fucking hot. And gorgeous? Yes."

He's walking towards him now, and Steve didn't think that was going to work so well, but all he can do is watch him, unable to move.

"Sexy? Beautiful? A Pretty boy? That's three check marks, baby," Eddie's saying, little zings of pleasure building in Steve's chest with the compliments. "And I don't think you could handle it if I slapped you."

Steve raises his eyebrows, still trying to move, still utterly trapped.

"Well, not your face, anyway," Eddie says, and then like a strike of lightning, his palm collides with Steve's ass.

"Oh fuck!" Steve yells, his body trying to jerk away from the impact.

He didn't ease him into that one, the pain hot and sharp and already throbbing as Eddie steps back from him.

"I've always wanted to do that," Eddie leans in to whisper, his teeth glancing off of Steve's ear, his hand back on Steve's ass to grab where he smacked him. "I hope you think of me whenever you sit down for the next few days."

Steve groans, breathing through it as the wall of pain steals the thoughts out of his head.

"You want me to hurt you?" Eddie asks, and he tries to nod. "You get off on it? Being defeated and slapped around?"

Not historically, but he thinks Eddie could punch him in the face and all he’d do is drop to his knees. Let him think he’s forcing him to open his mouth, like he teased him about earlier.

"What about something else? I'm sure losing a fight with someone is familiar to you, but what about something new?"

Steve manages to get his mouth to work, his eyelids fluttering shut as he asks -

"Is this the first fight you've won?"

Eddie steps back, an offended scoff preceding a slap to the face, not even Steve's own hand this time, drawing a high and reedy moan out of him.

He thinks he might be able to cum like this. Even with just the pressure that builds in the base of his spine as he struggles against the nothing, the invisible force – this whole situation is starting to get him there.

"S-something new is good," he gasps out, unable to open his eyes as Eddie's fingertips tease over his face.

"Good," Eddie says, satisfied like he approves, his fingers moving to trail down Steve's neck. "Should I assume some things about you, or should I ask first?"

Steve scrunches up his eyebrows, knowing that the right answer and the answer that he wants are two different things. He's not about to make a good decision like this though – his balls are starting to ache and he's getting desperate, craving all of the slivers of Eddie's attention that he’s being given.

"Do whatever you want, I can take it," he says, prying his eyelids open against the force of nothing but his own fogginess.

Eddie looks momentarily shocked, like for whatever reason this is where he'd draw the line and stop doing things they know are kind of stupid, but he schools it quickly, getting his hands on Steve's chest.

"You know, my plan wasn't to touch you at all," he says, squeezing Steve's tits. "But I'll be honest, you've been driving me fucking crazy."

Steve makes a weird sound, a mix between a laugh and a moan, trying and failing to push up into his hands. He has to hope he gets to do this again, without Eddie's powers holding his whole body in place, but right now being forced to go at whatever pace Eddie wants to set is kind of intoxicating.

"Show me, then," he says, challenging him.

Eddie ducks his head, and it seems bashful, until his teeth sink into Steve's neck and both of them are groaning, Steve's a lot louder and ruined than Eddie's.

"Fuck, that's so go- Oh shit!"

There's a sudden pressure inside of his ass now, not even stretching him open, just the presence of nothing, all of his nerves singing through his spine as he tries to breath around the solid tension in all of his muscles. It spreads, more pressure adding to press into his taint, to grip his balls just lightly enough that it doesn't hurt, and then there's –

Eddie's hand, real and warm and calloused around his cock, stroking over the head to catch the pre-cum there, getting the rest of him wet as he slides down to the base, squeezing it hard. That does hurt, and Steve almost tips over the edge, feeling his eyes start to water again.

He's never felt anything like this, having a hard time wrapping his head around how he's getting fucked in the ass without actually being entered by anything, but it feels so good that he wants to live like this forever, trapped under Eddie's power.

"Next time, I want to get inside of you," Eddie's whispering, like he doesn't want him to hear. "I want to hold you in place and fuck you until I'm done with you, make you feel so good you forget who we are."

It's the thought of Eddie's cock slamming into him that does it, the fantasy of being helpless to do anything about it, forced to take whatever pleasure he gives him whether he asks for it or not. He cums hard, shooting hot where Eddie aims his cock, getting cum up in his chest hair and down his stomach.

The invisible pressure starts to ease up from his ass and his balls, reluctant even as Eddie keeps working him with his hand, making him try to squirm away from it when the orgasm ends and the raw nerve feeling of over-stimulation hits.

"Fuck, please," he whines through his clenched teeth.

"Please what?" Eddie asks, the mischievous glint in his eye coming back as he continues to work him over.

"Your hand," Steve manages to grit out, unable to move away from it at all.

"What about my hand?" Eddie asks, laughing.

He does let go though, watching him closely as he tries to catch his breath, casually licking Steve's cum off his fingers like there's nothing loaded about that.

"Gonna drop you now," Eddie says, moving to stand behind him.

He gets his arms around Steve's waist, bracing him as the pressure holding him up slowly eases off, and soon he's slumped and sinking to the floor, Eddie guiding him as he goes.

He doesn't even care that his bare ass is on the cold floor, finding it kind of soothing against what must surely be a hand print so well engraved that he could get Eddie's fingerprints from it.

"God, you're a mess," Eddie murmurs, pressing his thumb into Steve's lips. "I'll clean us up though, hang tight."

Steve's body feels like jello, so he just lays there, frowning as he thinks about what he said.

Us?

Eddie comes back with a towel, a wet washcloth, and a wet spot at the front of his jeans.

"You didn't have to cum in your pants over me," he says, the words a bit murky as he tries to articulate them. "Could've just used my hand or something."

Eddie groans as he kneels down beside him, cheeks blazing as he glares at him.

"I know that, but I…" he cuts himself off, frowning as he shakes his head. "Don't worry about it, okay?"

Steve's silent as Eddie cleans him up, taking his time to get the cum out of his chest hair, basking in the sweetness of it after all the half-manufactured posturing they just did. This feels more honest than Eddie holding him in place and stripping him, as hot as that was, and he doesn't want to ruin it by making fun of Eddie for cumming in his pants. Maybe he would've too, if their positions were reversed.

"Next time we do this you have to get your cock out sooner," he says, mumbling around a sleepy smile.

#griefabyss69 writing #drabble requests #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #anon who gave the last drabble request: I hope to write it tonight! But if not it should be up tomorrow or tuesday!

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ROUND 1, MATCH 53

Propaganda under the cut!

Baxter Ward

That Boy Needs Therapy

He ghosts you after the end of step 3, even if you try and date him.

look i love my boy, but baxter literally dumps you outside of your childhood home, shuts the door in your face even if you’re sobbing in the middle of the street, and then ghosts you for five years and then pretends he doesn’t care about you when you meet again. this is even if he’s aware that he’s your first love (if you chose to make him that). he literally says that you have bad taste in men if you choose to date him again before you’ve talked anything over shshhshssbb. love him but he needs a therapist waaaaayyyyy more than he needs a partner.

Ryouta Kazama

ok so i havent actually seen all of his route cause the game's only available in japanese and the streamer i watched play the game switched to a different guy like halfway through the game n i seriously doubt anyone else is gonna submit him i just need someone else to know about this so! ryouta and the player character (doesnt have a canon name but is given the nickname of marii by the two girl friends) were friends in kindergarten with ryouta having a very blatant crush on her n wished on a pinwheel for them to get married when theyre older he then moves to england as soon as he gets old and he n marii dont interact at all until nine years later when he comes back for high school and is still very blatantly down bad for a girl he last talked to when they were six but has spent the last nine years still thinking about (theres something in the game you can unlock called adv events where you get the love interests pov on moments in their lives and one of ryouta's reveals that even though he couldve he never sent marii any letters but very much did spend all those years thinking about her) n a lot of his interactions with marii are weird n circle back to him being obsessed with them being friends as kids and like a first it just kind of seems like oh he hasnt gotten over his puppy love yet lol but it is kind of like acknowledged that this is a weird thing in game as if marii gets his gift in the christmas exchange ryouta will say something about it being fate n marii pointedly ignores that n is like wow what a coincidence that we got eachother's gifts (not in an oblivious heroine way btw ryouta's straight up is like oh ok ur ignoring what i said) n he treats her like shes naive n completely innocent which like marii is cause shes a mostly blank slate otome heroine but its still noteworthy as being weird due to his aforementioned memorialization of them being friends in kindergarten n that none of the other love interests really treat marii that way or really make note of those being notable traits of hers that often while its something ryouta does frequently anyway so the moment that made my thoughts on ryouta switch from "lol hes kind of weird" to "i want to study him like a bug" is that His Bedroom Is The Exact Same As It Was When He Was A Six Year Old Child In Kindergarten And Hes Keeping It That Way On Purpose like genuinely thats immediately read to me as horror movie shit imagine reuniting with a childhood friend of urs who keeps bringing up stuff you did as kids (that you dont really remember cause you were like six n are now in high school) n making comments about how naive and easy to read you are n gets weirdly jealous about other guys being buddy buddy with you and then like a year or so after hes moved back n you've becomed friends again he invites you to hang out at his house so you go over and then His Room Looks Like It Belongs To A Six Year Old and hes telling you about how his room hasnt been altered (beyond cleaning) at all since he left n since hes come back hes chosen to keep it exactly the same n hes telling you this like its a reasonable thing literally what the fuck also while ryouta is the posterboy childhood friend love interest of this game theres another love interest who was both ryouta n marii's childhood friend and you'll never believe this he treats her like a normal person and is just a normal guy who barely remembers being friends in kindergarten and him n marii only learn that theyre childhood friends cause of ryouta being mildly exasperated that neither of them really remembers them being a trio when they were six theres definitely like worse love interests i could submit from this series (like the teachers n one of the three secret love interests in the second game whos route is just straight up him emotionally abusing the heroine) but im submitting ryouta cause his reasons for sucking as a romantic partner are bizarre n live rent free in my mind

#round 1

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Obscene Baguette - By Neutron (8/10)

This one is sweet and spicy. There's stalking, sex, and manipulative assholes around every corner here. It's an office romance, and without the yandere element it would be completely forgettable. The protagonist is just unique enough to keep you reading. I absolutely hate main characters that feel like self inserts, so the scummy and awkward sex crazed protagonist is a breath of fresh air.

Seul-ah is twenty seven years old. She's very picky because she's pretty, and she's had bad experiences with men before. Even she knows she's a little naive, but she has to keep her guard up. Back in university she found the perfect handsome, rich boyfriend. That didn't work out because he had a tiny dick! Seul-ah has been extra careful ever since. Basically, she doesn't want to date a man unless she's sexually compatible with him. Unfortunately, she's still a virgin with high expectations. She doesn't know how to be in a relationship.

Her life at the office seems pretty darn dull, but she's not unhappy. She just wants to date and marry well, then her life will be perfect. Her obsession with finding a big dick is troublesome though. She knows she won't find a good guy if she blatantly starts talking about cock sizes on the first date.

Moojin is her co-worker. He's too perfect, just like her university boyfriend. She doesn't trust him, so she rejects him. Moojin confesses to her on a sunny day. She knows he's honest, handsome and smart but she sends him away. Flawless people are always disappointing on the inside. That is her experience. She's naive, horny, and presumptuous. If her co-workers knew her true self they would think she's a total asshole, but she's pretty so nobody knows about her scummy side.

She gets drunk at a work event. Moojin catches her when she falls, and she accidentally touches his dick. It's huge. She apologizes and runs away. The next morning she suddenly regrets everything. She wishes she didn't reject him. When she asks him out to dinner in a pretty dress he says no, so she thinks she missed her chance.

She did not miss her chance. Rumors about Moojin are spreading at work. Good rumors. He's rich. He's the CEO's nephew. Seul-ah freaks out. She thinks he rejected her because she's a snob after his money. That's what the situation looks like after all. She asked him out right after the rumor started.

Moojin doesn't care. He confirmed that the rumor is true because he wanted to entice her. If she likes his money that's fine. If she likes his face that's fine. If she likes his dick fine. He just wants her. She's weak to his passionate words, so she doesn't realize how weird the situation is. Most men wouldn't want to date a gold digger, but Moojin doesn't care about that. He's willing to use anything to lure Seul-ah in. When he thinks she went on a blind date he cries and tells her to choose him instead.

Her ex comes back into her life. He's a creep that loves pretty virgins. He thinks Seul-ah couldn't forget about him, because she isn't married yet. She rejects him politely more than once, but his harassment escalates. He thinks she's playing hard to get. He grabs her arm and she runs away with bruises. He immediately calls his friend and tries to but date rape drugs. He's tired of waiting for Seul-ah to settle for him.

Moojin appears out of nowhere. He was watching. He beats up the creeper, and he covers up the beating with cash and threats. Moojin doesn't want Seul-ah to see his dark side. She doesn't know he's her stalker, and he's willing to pay to keep that a secret. Moojin had a miserable childhood. Seul-ah's happy go lucky attitude brightened up his life. He can't wait to marry her.

I think the sex in this is above average. Seul-ah fails multiple times. She wants a big dick but it doesn't magically fit in. Moojin and Seul-ah have to work on their sexual compatibility together. If he wasn't a yandere this would be a very sweet, stereotypical story. I like Seul-ah because she's a little different, and Moojin is a very sweet yandere.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Obscene Baguette

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Well hello there! Got some Tav asks for your crew~

6) Best Kept Secret?

11) Pet Peeve(s)?

19) Fondest Memory?

Cheers! :)

Hello again!! And asdsdfdf thank you for the asks!!! :D

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6) Best Kept Secret?

Xarann: that he killed Alfira. He'll take that to the grave even if sometimes he still tries to wash off the blood from his hands à la Lady Machbeth. He couldn't keep his Urge secret anymore, but will never say anything about that first and only kill. He regrets it so much he asked Withers to get her back.

Hrodak: I feel like he's not really type for secrets, unless keeping things from others might be useful to keep their trust. The whole Bhaalspawn thing is a big secret, but currently he doesn't even know it and it's not like he'd tell about that creepy butler he'd kick like a gith egg football to see how high it soars. OH! Oh, there's a well kept secret: he can't stop fantasizing how he'd kill each one of his companions. (<- since the first thing he thought seeing astarion was how he'd be a beautiful corpse, I imagine that at a certain point he pictured all the others in a similar way)

Kylech: other than he's an insecure guy that keeps an optimistic and cheery facade? Hm. That for a good moment he was seriously thinking to strike a deal with Raphael, how worse it could go since he's in the middle of nowhere with a mindflayer worm in his head and cultists hunting them down? Also, he's still holding onto the Necromancy of Thay but lacks the courage to actually read it.

11) Pet Peeve(s)?

Kylech: basic stuff I think? Don't call him "naive" only because he's nice, anything racist against Tieflings (but also racist towards others), being treated like an idiot... and blatantly out of tune musical instruments (or people who do not even bother to get a note right).

Hrodak: being bothered while he's eating/drinking, being considered all brawn and no brains (sorry bud but you have -1 int you *are* all brawn), being provoked but he's quite...snappy and it's difficult to narrow that down. Don't touch his things or you'll lose an arm. People too nice/good annoy him a lot but he doesn't know if he hates them because they are benevolent or because he has no clue on how he should react to them.

Xarann: call him "under elf" and in all his mighty -1 strength will sock you one in the face like he did with Aradin. Do not comment (negatively ofc) his decision to follow Lolth even if he's trying to be a good person. Doesn't like being considered the stereotypical evil Drow, but he can be a bit of an asshole and that doesn't help.

19) Fondest Memory?

Kylech: it's difficult to pick a fondest memory for him. Probably when he first received compliments for his magic skills and when people applauded him during his first spectacle. More recently, there's the memory of dancing with Wyll at the camp: a light in that endless night of the Shadow-Cursed Lands.

Hrodak: memories are all messed up and he's not sure of what he remembers. Has a very vague memory of him playing in a field with someone or something but nothing much. Otherwise, most of his kills are fond memories, at least for his Urge.

Xarann: Gale reassuring him and calming him down that night the Urge wanted to kill him, and that other night spent with Gale. Those make him feel that there's hope for him and that someone cares about him. There's also a vague memory of himself as a kid reading a book, he doesn't remember the content but remember an illustration depicting Lolth.

#tavsboots #asks #tav: kylech #durge: hrodak #durge: xarann #bg3 oc #bg3 ask game

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I'd argue that changing a character's ethnicity/sexuality is usually a bad move, mostly due to the inevitable shitstorm that it will occurr, but also, specifically in regards to ethnicity swaps, they tend to result in massive design changes which for some characters is a bad thing in general because it can mess up what made their original designs work in the first place

Imagine making Griffith black: his entire design would get fucked because it all revolves around the color white to contrast Guts' mainly black color scheme

Other times it would just clash with the whole story of the character: there's absolutely no way you could make a character like Farnese black or asian or anything else because her whole point is that she comes from a noble family that is very blatantly inspired by old italian aristocracy

In the case of a character like Isaac turning him black doesn't necessarily ruin him in any way (hell black red heads tend to be quite popular in japanese media from what I know)...it's everything else about his design that doesn't feel like Isaac

Isaac is associated with the color red. He has instantly recognizable flaming red hair and his outfit is reddish black. This is important to his character because he's the Red Oni to Hector's Blue Oni: he's wild, passionate and driven by emotions such as rage and bitterness, while Hector is more levelheaded which also what allows him to resist the Curse in the end.

Making him black doesn't affect this. I've seen fanart of black Isaac with his red hair, sometimes in dreadlocks, and ngl he looks very good (the one sacrifice is that his tattoos don't stand out as much, but I'm sure a good artist could work around that). His backstory is also enough to justify why he'd resent mankind and devote himself to Dracula, and being black shouldn't affect this either.

("oh but he'd look unrealistic" N!Isaac already has red eyes for unexplained reasons and N!Hector has grey hair, there's more IRL basis for a black person with red hair)

But for some reason, someone in the crew thought that an insanely devoted black man who thinks of himself as a tool was too problematic (and I can see how it would be seen as such), and instead of leaving him alone, they stripped him away of everything that made him Isaac to make him a "proper" black representation. The balanced relationship between him and Hector is completely gone in the show: both of them are serious and reserved, it's just that Isaac is more cynical and ruthless while Hector is idealistic and naive. Plus, as I have pointed out, the two have the chemistry of two coworkers forced to share the same building, which is boring lol. N!Isaac is still associated with red, mainly in his magic, but it lost all meaning - in fact, his clothes also go from pure black, which looks awful contrasted to Hector's CoD outfit, to blue. Blue! Hector's color! Bruh!

Regardless of how you feel about race swapping, Isaac was not the right character to race swap. Hector was! You know, the guy who is all about realizing that his Master is not someone worth following and taking his own life in his own hands, proudly declaring to be a human being and not a pawn? Just saying! But no, they preferred to gut Isaac like a fish, getting rid of everything that made him recognizable, to cash in those "yay they fixed the bad character!" points.

#anti netflixvania #isaac laforeze

[moved-to-cinnamon-phrog]

The past couple of months have been… confusing for me. Quite difficult to comprehend and explain.

See, I have dug myself into a ditch and worked myself up in a tizzy over nothing. The silliest little thing.

Which has built up over time in mind as some big, horrendous, villainous thing I have to hide despite everything I stand for and against.

This is gonna be a journey to read, but I assure you, if you read it all (I hope) you understand at least a little, and I hope it doesn’t diminish whatever you all think of me, since I don’t want to lose any friends I have over something so small and, in reality, harmless regarding the context.

Here comes the hardest part:

The Actual Thing.

You know how I said, rather recently, or wait did I explicitly tell you guys? I think I did, anyway-

In my personal views of DHMIS, I see Yellow as an adult, like the same age as whatever the other two are. Just a Guy that's a lilttle naive but could definitely kick your ass if he genuinely wanted to.

Okay and you know how people develop crushes on fictional characters. And sometimes it can be a very silly, very small, very stupid thing. And YET, you have 0% control over how you feel?

Despite feeling like a complete and utter scoundrel and a tyrant and a scallywag and just a downright idiot for doing so- like you’ll lose every single friend you’ve ever made because of one simple detail such as this?

But… I’m still me. This doesn’t change anything about what I say or do. Not entirely. This doesn’t mean I feel this way for every interpretation of Yellow.

Just my own version I see in my mind’s eye. I feel it’s important to say that because that’s what I’m most worried about, I don’t want anybody, especially my closest friends, thinking I have a crush on every version including theirs, for that would imply me as something I am not, nor will ever, be.

In every character quiz I’ve done I’ve been asked multiple times to talk about Yellow, but I could never bring myself to do so because I knew I would never be able to share my actual thoughts, and I didn’t want to just blatantly lie either because I hate lying and I hate not being honest about myself and my feelings.

Also I don’t want to be interrogated by every person who doesn’t know the way I see him and assume I’m one of those kinds of people.

I… don’t know how to put this any other way. And it both feels like an incredibly small and dumb thing for me to be feeling so nervous about sharing, and yet I feel like I’m telling you all I’ve gotten away with fucking murder-

Maybe that's just because seeing Yells as a kid is almost the norm in the fandom, I don't mind the interpretation at all, but it's just not my cup of tea.

I think, at the end of the day, Yellow is a character as malleable as the series itself. He can be seen in a million different ways, and no singular idea is less or more correct than the other.

And if that is so, then... I can have a bit of a crush on him, then? I won't even yabber on about it often if even at all, and as I said this doesn't mean I have a crush on every interp of him, ESPECIALLY the kid versions bc ew I'm not like that, and- I just think he's really neat and I like his personality his epic mullet and neurodivergent stance captivate me.

If I genuinely ick you out over this despite me not seeing him as a little kid, I'll make a tag for it so you can filter it?

This is a H U G E raving I'm so so sorry to anybody who's read this far down, I just want to be clear on everything as to not be misinterpreted, because in this situation that's the very last thing I want.

[thecoolergrey]

I honestly cannot fully express the extent of my frustration and exhaustion with these “left-wing” political commentators who are basing their unyielding, undying support for Joe Biden solely on the economy.

It’s mostly millennial and Gen X commentators doing this with the occasional boomer, at least from what I’ve seen, but they’re always saying some shit like “these younger voters not supporting Biden just don’t understand how great the economy is under him” and like no, younger voters not supporting Biden understand better than anyone that he’s a career politician who is just trying to appeal to as many people as possible and improving the economy is an easy way to do that. We also understand better than anyone that he’s not actually as left-wing as he makes himself out to be, he’s a moderate centrist in a leftist trench coat offering empty promises of change and progress to passersby on the corner.

I’ve even seen commentators I used to kinda respect outright bash younger voters like myself and write us off as naive while in the same breath trying to use how great the economy is to justify glossing over Biden’s refusal to stand against Israel and blatantly ignoring the fact that that’s exactly what every career politician ever would want you to do. They don’t want you to push back against them and refuse to vote for them when they do abhorrent and inexcusable bullshit, they want you to stay complicit and vote for them regardless because “Look! The funny money numbers went up when he was president! That must mean he’s doing good things only/it’s ok to ignore any bad things he did!”

Is the economy improving a good thing? Yes, absolutely, especially since we are still feeling the effects from the height of the ongoing pandemic. But the economy is one of the few things both parties can agree and work together on, so it generally tends to improve in some way, shape, or form no matter which party holds the presidency, as long as Congress doesn’t do something stupid. And to this point, I do think that Biden has been somewhat held back by Congress in terms of what policies he’s able to push for, since they hold a Republican majority and here lately they vote almost exclusively on party lines, making it difficult to get anything the conservatives don’t like passed. But it’s undeniable that Biden has rightfully lost a good portion of his voter base over his refusal to condemn the genocide of Palestinians and nobody should be making excuses for that, especially not if their goal is to get those voters back.

If these “left-wing” commentators really want to win over young voters who are disgusted by Biden’s support of Israel, maybe they should, oh I don’t know, stop alienating those young voters further by treating them like they’re ignorant and naive? Help to further pressure Biden into doing the right thing by using their massive platforms to condemn him? Stop acting like the economy is the end all be all for why anyone would want to elect someone as president? Because idk about you guys but I personally care more about the lives of millions of people than the fucking stock market, and am not going to be more inclined to vote for someone when all of his supporters tell me I’m being dumb and selfish for not voting for a guy simply because he made slight improvements to the GDP, and also the other guy he’s running against is a literal fascist dictator. I’ll instead be inclined to vote for a guy who listens when his approval rating drops to the second-lowest of any president in history because his voter base is saying “hey dude we don’t approve of your complicity in genocide” and decides to act accordingly in order to get those voters back.

#Palestine #free palestine #current events #us politics #politics

[callicocat113]

I get pissed when I see anyone smoking.

On sidewalks, in alleyways, in the golf course, in cars—it doesn’t matter. I get so upset that the rage bubbles up from my gut, strangling my heart in its twisted, iron grip, and the only way I can keep myself from throwing something—or, heaven forbid, smacking someone—is clench my fists, look at the ground beneath my feet, and walk away as fast as possible.

It’s worst when it’s someone I know. I want to smack the cigarette out of their hands; I want to grab them by the collar of their shirt, push them against the wall; I want to yell at them until I’m hoarse and crying. I want to crush the vile stick on the asphalt beneath my shoes, bury it into the ground until it becomes one with the ground, until no one can find it again.

I haven’t always been like this.

I grew up in the city. I grew up with the roar of the highway, the exhaust fumes, the traffic, but worst of all, I grew up with the smell of weed—cigarettes, nicotine, tobacco.

There would be standalone ashtrays, waist-high, outside every mall, every plaza, restaurants, and on sidewalks. The image of men learning against a brick wall, clustered around an ashtray, exhaling grey tendrils of smoke, and surrounded by that awful odor, was a common one. I hope that the next generations will not know it like we do, tangled in the memories of our childhood.

It was normal to walk past a guy smoking on the streets, day or night. I was only a kid; to me, it was just another part of life, the smell only a minor annoyance, like a drizzle of rain.

I didn’t get the proper education from school until I moved out from the city, to a city with more trees, more sunshine. A city untainted with the smell of chemicals. Cigarettes, I knew, had bad stuff; I had heard that they caused cancer. Later, I realized just how awful it was—the complications with breathing, the amount of nicotine and harmful substances, second-hand smoking, and the challenge of quitting.

But in the new city I called home, I saw smoking less and less. It no longer became a part of my daily life, and it almost faded into a myth. Smoking belonged to the past; the danger, to me, was over.

I was naive.

Going to another country, I was hit by reality again, and the impact was like a truck.

A teen boy, who couldn’t be older than 17, crosses the street with his friend, and vapes. The taxi reeks of the smell of cigarettes, even with the windows down. Outside the mall, my uncle says, “I’m going to take a smoke.” On the way to dinner, he lights a cigarette.

It didn’t use to bother me. A year or two year ago, the smoking provoked nothing more than a furrow of the brow and a wrinkle of the nose.

Now, I can’t see it without anger.

I’m angry at them, at the world, at the cigarettes.

How can you throw away your life so recklessly?

Do you not know how precious it is—what a gift it is just to be alive?

I’m not suicidal, not anymore. Seeing it now, how they choose to throw away their life, when I fought tooth and nail just to want it—it frustrates me.

Maybe I feel so protective of life that I can’t bear to see anyone waste it away. Maybe I can’t stand seeing someone blatantly chipping away at it. Maybe, I just don’t want to see anyone die again.

But there’s something about being someone who used to drown in the darkness of their mind; there’s something about being someone who used to lean over building balconies and wonder the what-if’s. There’s something, as that someone, about seeing people voluntarily, at least at first, destroy their health. It’s not the same, I know—but still, it tears me to pieces.

Why? I’m not sure.

But please, please stop throwing your life away.

#calli writes #vent #idk if there’s any real point to this post #but I can’t stand it #TW: suicidal thoughts #grief does strange things to your mind #also vaping? really? #just when smoking was declining? #haesi don’t look

[jishyucks]

Me and You Against the World ‣ hjs

‣ genre: royalty!au, arranged marriage, female reader, pls read an!

‣ wc: 4.7k

‣ summary: "I don't understand why they judge when they don't even know you…"; in which you don't let the words of others get in the way of your relationship with Jisung

‣ warnings?: Itzy is mean in this (but it doesn't reflect how they are irl!), prejudice due to less wealth, lots of thinking

‣ an: These events are what leads to this fic but in a different 'era.' Basically, I decided to just write the ending of this fic in a rich kid au setting instead of a royal au setting and just post that,,, but since I already wrote a lot of it, I decided to post it! It can be read separately but this doesn't have a proper ending.

i.

You can vividly remember the reactions of all the other princesses when they found out you were arranged to marry none other than Prince Han Jisung. They snickered and laughed. They blatantly shared pitiful glances, taking turns to pat your shoulder as if it could bring you a sense of comfort.

Of course, at the growing age of fourteen, you had no idea why they had been acting as so. From images and stories you received of the Prince, he seemed like someone who would be easy to get along with. So why the judgmental looks?

"They're the poorest of all the kingdoms, Y/N," Yeji pointed out, "Your kingdom is one of the richest, of course, after mine. Don't you think that's rather odd?" She traced the laces of her gloves and scoffed discourteously.

You bring the teacup up to your mouth, eyeing your friend curiously, "What do you mean by that?" You gulped, afraid that the image of your family name would be stained. It was not your choice, however, nor your parents'. You had been drawn to be last when choosing a suitor, and naturally, from the apparent reputation and wealth of the Han family, their son was the last left to be selected.

Yeji scoffed, the other princesses laughing at how naive you've been acting, "Obviously, their family's going to leech off of your family. I think your parents should rethink their decision of choosing Han Jisung as your future husband."

Shaking your head, you frowned at the meaningless words that your friend had been spitting out, "I don't think that's needed… Isn't that what we're supposed to do? Help each other out? How bad can Han Jisung be?”

Lia finally speaks up, "I heard that he rolls around the mud with their pigs."

"And… he doesn't even take a bath after doing so," Yuna budges in. She stirred the cooling tea with a miniature spoon, a smirk rising up to her lips, "Imagine how his bed smells. Rancid."

"I hear he's poor-mannered, too… that he lacks the respect a prince should need towards others," Ryujin says stiffly, "Just generally not fit to be a king. I feel bad for you, Y/N."

There was a brief silence between the six of you, the sound of Yuna's spoon tapping the sides of the cup occupying that silence. Though you felt yourself frown at the possibility that you were to be married to an ill-mannered prince, you quickly shook those thoughts out and tried your best to ignore them. You were taught never to be driven towards believing rumours or gossip in this case. Who were they to judge someone they never met? Except for Yeji, who met him through her brother.

"I ask you all not to pity me in any sort," you finally say, "Not until I've met him. Besides… those are just rumours. He could be much better than you hear." Satisfied with how you handled the situation, you straightened your back and took a long sip of your tea, mentally preparing yourself for your first meeting with the Prince.

—

Upon arriving at the valley region, the kingdom owned by the Han's, you immediately understand why your parents settled with their son. Though you were last to choose your suitor, your parents and his parents seemed to be closely acquainted, smiles on their faces and direct contact as they greeted each other. You stood back, watching the exchange begin and end, rather amused at how happy both sets of parents looked.

"I'm so happy you all arrived safely," the Queen of the valley region clasped her hands. The King nodded and let his wife continue, "And I'm so glad that our children are to be married by chance… All the other young princesses chose, while you–" She looked over your mother's shoulder and at you, "You and my precious son fell into this arrangement by fate's doing! The world wanted this."

Your mother responded by smiling fondly, "I never viewed the situation like that!" They begin to move up the stairs towards the front entryway, the knights moving along the four majesties. You followed closely behind, listening in on the conversation as you let your eyes wander around. "My mother had been upset that Y/N fell last, telling me I would not be able to choose the best," your mother began, "But I don't see any problem with that."

Compared to other castles you've visited, you could definitely see how much wealth the Hans did have. It was still very much a beautiful castle. It was well-kept and unique in build. Something drew you to it. But you couldn't exactly point out what part of it did.

"I understand your mother's perspective," the King chuckled, "No one likes being last. However, I believe that in such matter, no one is stuck with the 'worst.'"

At this point, everyone had entered the castle, and this was when you could see that the Hans were, in fact, less wealthy than the other royal families. Much of the furniture and interior decorations were quite old, almost antique, but again, it was a feature of the castle that drew you in. The outside of the castle looked much larger than the interior.

"Ah! I almost forgot," the Queen turned to look at your family, "My son is out and about exploring. We instructed him to come in time to greet you guys at the entrance but boys his age never listen." At the mention of Jisung, you almost forgot about him, causing your curiosity to rise.

"Miss Kim?"

A lady appeared from another room, hurriedly approaching the Queen with a bow, "Yes, your majesty?"

"Please escort Princess Y/N to Prince Jisung," she instructed gently, "It will be nice for them to get acquainted while we continue with our conversation about this arrangement."

Miss Kim nodded and waved you over with a motherly smile, "Let us go, Princess." You quickly bid your parents goodbye before trailing behind Miss Kim. Though her legs were short, she moved with ease, almost flying down the corridor with a constant speed. She didn't look back to see if you had still been following her as your footsteps helped her indicate your presence.

"I suspect the Prince is somewhere by the garden," she mutters urgently, "Or by the river."

"River?" you questioned. The idea of a river caused you to smile. Your family ruled the mountain region, meaning there were not many rivers to visit. A river would be a nice change in scenery. Miss Kim finally leads you out of the back of the castle, the sight of flowers taking over your line of sight.

"Prince Jisung?" she called out, "Prince Jisung?" It was rather enjoyable seeing Miss Kim run around frantically in search of the Prince. Your mind wanders back to the conversation you had with other princesses, how the Prince is ill-mannered, one who was not fit to be a king. With his absence in greeting you and your family, you're afraid that the other princesses were actually correct with this information.

"I'm over here, Miss Kim!" a voice called out, "By the pond!"

Once again, Miss Kim waved for you to follow you. You hiked up your dress and tried your best to keep up with her speed, though she still kept the same pace she previously had. She walked straight down the stone path, turning right onto another pathway, and then left, finally revealing a beautifully decorated pond.

"Ah, there you are, my prince!" Miss Kim had been blocking your view of the third presence, marching towards the pond. You let her move ahead, allowing her to approach the Prince on her own, "The Y/L/Ns are here… your mother strictly told you that you should be there to greet them."

Still a voice with no face, you hear him reply, "I'm sorry, I lost track of time… I'm feeding the fish!" There was a moment of silence as the Prince went to stand up, finally revealing the frame of his body to you. He turns to face your direction. His head was kept down as he dusted off the dirt from his pants.

"Do I have time to chan–" The Prince finally noticed you standing yards away from him and Miss Kim, causing him to halt abruptly in his words, "–ge?"

"Your parents have ordered for you two to get acquainted," Miss Kim stated, "I assume I will be the one to call you both shortly for dinner." At this, she turns to hurry back, leaving you and the Prince alone.

He bows stiffly, "Nice to meet you. I'm Jisung."

He bowed… that's a good indication of manners, right? You curtsy, "I'm Y/N."

"I know who you are," he says happily, beginning to walk back towards the main path. You follow, "You know they call you the 'Snow Princess' here? Which I don't understand because the mountains aren't always filled with snow." He looks back to see if you followed him, "Do you mind if we drop our titles with each other? We are at the same standing."

"I don't mind," you replied. You're taken aback at his apparent tendency to talk, "We are arranged to marry in a few years…."

"Well, Y/N," he begins, a bright smile on his face, "How should we begin?"

You watch as he advances forward, hands swinging carelessly, something you were taught never to do. As a princess, you were taught to cross your hands in front of you to give you a poised appearance. Jisung had a hop in his step, his posture could be straighter, and his hair was unkempt. You could already say that Yeji's brother, Hyunjin, was probably the opposite of Jisung. He kept himself tidy, he came on time to schedules and never interrupted when another was speaking. This is perhaps what Ryujin meant when she said Jisung was not fit for a king.

"How do you like to spend your time?" You questioned. You figured that this was a way to start a conversation, hoping that it would blossom into another.

Jisung hummed in thought, "If I'm not doing my studies or sleeping, I tend to spend my time here… just deep in thought." He raised his arms, presenting the garden to you.

"You don't go horseback riding? How about practicing swordsmanship?"

He shrugs, "We're short on horses right now, and my father is prioritizing the knights with the horses since they need it. As for swordsmanship, my mother wants me to wait until I'm older."

Short on horses?

"Ahhh, I understand," you nodded awkwardly, "If you ever come to my kingdom, I'll take you horseback riding! You seem like the person who would love doing it."

This sparks a feeling of joy in Jisung, a smile reflecting it, "That would be really nice! I'll look forward to that." He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his dress pants, "How about you? How do you spend your time?"

"I do studies, like you… I read, visit the village. Horseback riding, of course… suddenly I can't think once I'm asked," you laughed, "But I'm often very active and doing my duties."

"Your life sounds a lot more interesting than mine," he grins, trying to laugh the sad reality off, "It's evident in the way you can't even list all of your activities." You could see his smile start to falter, bangs falling over his forehead as he looked down at his feet.

You feel your heart stutter, and soon you're frowning. The words you had told the other princesses echoed in your head. Isn't that what we're supposed to do? Help each other out?

Reaching out, you grab ahold of his wrist. At the sudden contact, he flinched slightly before relaxing at the realization, "You're still happy, aren't you?"

He nods gently, still dwelling on the fact that even though you both stood at the same social standing, his wealth didn't amount to yours, and he couldn't help but be embarrassed. He couldn't help but feel bad you were stuck with him as a future husband when it was quite obvious you could do better.

"Then that's what matters," you say. A part of you wanted to tell him not to compare his life to others, but you stopped yourself, refraining from creating emphasis on your wealth and his supposed slight lack of it.

At your exchange of glances and sympathetic smiles, the footsteps of Miss Kim grew closer. Looking over, you see as she's waving you both over for dinner. Jisung nodded and held up a thumbs up to indicate that you both were going to follow, sending Miss Kim back to tend to the meal.

Jisung turns to once more, "Thank you, Y/N. I'll live by that."

–

"So?"

Yeji, Hyunjin, and Lia sat around the table, eyeing you as if you owed them something of great importance. You stared back at them, straightening your back as you become aware of the attention on you.

"Pardon?" What is it that you needed to tell them? You didn't recall promising them any sort of information, nor did you have news to pass on.

"How was your visit to the valley region?" Lia questioned, "Was it all as they say it was?"

Yeji leaned towards you, "And Prince Jisung? Was he ill-mannered?"

You mentally bring a hand to your forehead, comprehending what it was they were expecting from you. You assume they wanted you to traduce the Han family and their kingdom. But despite the obvious difference in wealth they had from the rest of the kingdoms and the fact that Jisung lacked the training he needed as a prince, you found no problems in the Han family.

"Their castle was unique," you begin, "It was beautiful, actually." You use a fork to poke into the sliced fruit laid out on a plate, bringing it to your mouth as you wait for their reactions. As anticipated, puzzled looks rose up onto their faces, rather confused about your comment. You continue, "The interior was beautiful as well. Not as extravagant as the Hwang family's castle, but it was still a sight to look at. It was adorned with flowers.

"As for Prince Jisung," you could feel some sense of protection over him, biting back your tongue from saying rude things to those in front of you, "He's just as much a prince as Hyunjin. He's playful and carefree, is all. So I hope you all should refrain from listening to the gossip being spread about the Han family, especially since they're going to be part of my family in the future." The three of them sat back and nodded. You wished you could laugh at the embarrassed and apologetic looks on their faces, but to their eyes, that would not be very polite of you.

ii.

It wasn't until two years later that Jisung had been actually able to visit your kingdom. Though you did enjoy visiting his kingdom and enjoying the change in scenery, having him come to yours was something you had wished for ever since you met him.

Over the past two years of getting to know each other, you had grown much closer than you initially expected. Jisung had a view on life that contrasted to yours in more ways than one, and learning of the different perspectives of the world allowed you to adopt an open mind. You believe that he made you a better princess and future Queen.

Likewise, Jisung has been able to get a taste of what a typical royal life is like through you. Though his family was still able to experience the everyday duties and privilege of being royalty, there were limitations when it came to his position. Through you, he could at least understand what other things were expected of him. As he grew physically, he grew mentally, learning to appear princely in front of others without completely stripping the playful personality he had around those close to him.

Regardless of what others did say about the Han family, the relationship between you both worked well in all sorts of ways. You would always think about what Jisung's mother had told your parents, how you both were brought together by fate, and in that sense, you guys were meant to be partners.

"Ready to ride horses?" You had a mischievous grin on your face as you pulled the boy behind you.

"Why are you smiling as if the horses could kill me?" Jisung eyed you suspiciously, genuinely afraid of what could happen next. He stumbled over his own feet as he followed you, scared yet excited.

You laughed, "I mean, they can, but they won't."

The two of you finally arrived at the stable, catching Seungmin placing the saddles onto the horses. He greeted you and Jisung with a bow before speeding up in doing his task.

"I promise you, I won't let you get hurt in any way," you say. You asked Seungmin to bring the horse out for Jisung, who refused to guide the horse without experience, "You'll get the hang of it. Watch me get on and do the same."

He nods, listening to every single syllable of your words. Setting your left foot onto the stirrup, you grab hold of the saddle and heave yourself up after a couple of bounces on your right foot. You swing your leg over your horse, Blizz, with ease, quickly making yourself comfortable on the horse.

"That… that can't be too hard…." Jisung muttered. He mirrors what you previously did, setting his foot onto the stirrup and grabbing hold of the top of the saddle. You watched as he bounces countlessly on his right foot, unable to find the right time to pull himself up.

"Do you need help, Prince Jisung?" Seungmin questioned. You almost forgot that he was standing aside because of how amused you had grown in watching Jisung.

Jisung shook his head, mentally shooing Seungmin away as he finally times everything right and heaves himself up. Forgetting to throw his leg over the horse's, Buran, body, for a brief moment, Jisung's body had been doing over the horse, hovering as his foot stuck to the stirrup.

"Sung, throw your leg over!" You exclaimed, holding back a laugh. You shouldn't even laugh, as he barely rides horses, but you couldn't help but find the situation hysterical. Jisung was close to panicking, but right when he was going to back off of the horse, he finally found the courage to build momentum to swing his leg over.

"I did it!" He gasped. Jisung shifted slightly on the saddle to make himself comfortable, a proud and bright smile on his face.

"You're a natural!" You tease. You let Blizz move closer to Buran, mirroring Jisung's smile widely, "It's actually difficult getting on horses. I'm surprised you didn't have much trouble."

"Of course," he joked, winking, "I'm me."

You playfully hit his shoulder before going over the ways he was supposed to guide his horse. He listened carefully, never seeming to blink for the next ten minutes of your brief lesson, "I won't go any faster than this." You rode circles around Jisung, keeping your attention directly on him. Judging by the expression on his face, he was nervous to begin moving, "Are you ready?"

Jisung nods confidently, gesturing for you to go ahead of him so that he can follow.

"I'm staying beside you," you told him.

You both started off slow, following a man-made path that circled your family's castle. Jisung had great control of Buran, though his knuckles were white from the grip had on its reins. You assure him that he was okay, that Buran was well trained and would not go out of control even with the most hectic of occurrences.

"Are you sure you haven't ridden before?" You questioned, "Wanna speed up a little bit?"

He nods, "Not so quick, though… I want to ease into it." You nod understandingly as you both begin to speed up. He follows you, heart pounding at the possibility that Buran would not understand his controls, "I've ridden once before, but my father was the one controlling the horse… He let me hold onto the reins, but that was about it."

"How long ago was that?"

"When I was about five."

Making plenty of rounds around the castle, you decide to divert down the path down to the edge of the town. Jisung followed you, even moving slightly ahead, "Your kingdom is beautiful, Y/N."

"I could say that about yours, Sung," you catch up to him and let your gaze fall onto Jisung. The gentle breeze softly brushed through his hair, exposing his forehead. You could tell that he was slowly growing used to the feeling of riding. You figured that speaking to him was a great distraction from the nerves.

He smiles at the mention of his home before shaking his head, "Oh hush… this is about you." He returns your gaze, snickering once he gets a proper look at you. Despite you both being on horses, the space between you both would have been considered close.

"What's so funny?"

He reaches forward and picks out a leaf that had flown into your hair, "Since when did you get so messy?" Letting the leaf fly out of his hand, he winks jokingly at you, causing you to almost fall off Blizz.

"I've always been messy," you rolled your eyes. At the sight of the town, you advanced faster, making sure that Jisung was comfortable without your guidance, "The only reason my bedroom is not cave-like is because of the caretakers."

Jisung won't say it out loud, but somehow, flaws such as this made him fall harder for you. Though you appeared to fit how princesses should be, the more he learned about you, the more he understood that you were just as human as any of those he ruled and you ruled.

"Do you want to stop by the bakery before returning to the castle?" You turned back to look at Jisung, who had chosen to fall back slightly just to catch a glimpse of you, "You can meet Mr. Yang! He'll love you!"

Jisung nodded and trailed closely behind you, ensuring that he wouldn't lose you, not that he actually would lose you. The town's buildings grew closer, the townspeople walking to and from them.

It was nice to see the attire and the architecture of those who lived in your region. Compared to Jisung's region, where people often wore sleeveless or short sleeves, the people wore longer sleeves and thin layers. Though the weather was not at all bad, he figured that they had grown used to this type of weather and generally wanted to dress warmer. The buildings were built on top of platforms that separated the actual structure from the ground, probably to avoid the permafrost during colder days.

"We're here," you turned back, noticing the awe in Jisung's expression. He shook the look off and smiled, slowing the speed of his steed just as u had, "I wonder if Jeongin is in! I've known him since I was younger."

Jisung took time to hop off his horse before dusting off his trousers to make himself look presentable. You were ensuring that the horses were tied tightly at a nearby post, waiting for Jisung to join you. Once he had done so, you both made your way into a large building, the name of the bakery on the front: Yang-Yum Bakery.

"Mr. Yang!"

"Princess! Welcome!" An older man had his head raised over the counter, a deep smile on his face, "And is this Prince Jisung?" He stood up straight and bowed, "Welcome to my bakery. Princess Y/N has told me so much about you!"

Jisung felt his ears warm up before smiling back, "Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Yang."

The baker kept the smile on his face as he moved down the counter towards his baked goods, "What would you like? It is on me today as a welcome gift to the Prince."

Jisung's eyes widened at the selection of goods, his mouth watering at how good they all looked. He could hear you thanking Mr. Yang, "Is Jeongin helping out today?"

"Unfortunately not, Princess. He's out doing errands for Mrs. Yang," Mr. Yang retorted. You nodded understandingly before turning your attention down towards the treats. You spot your favourite ones, the meringue cookies, and then the honey-bread, a close second.

"What do you want, Sung?" You questioned quietly, gesturing to Mr. Yang the two choices, "You'll probably enjoy any of them." You could see his eyes moving back and forth across the options, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"I'd like those," Jisung points towards egg tarts, "And those, please." His finger pointed towards strawberry cream croissants, a satisfied look appearing on his face.

"Coming right up," Mr. Yang smiled and prepped the baked goods for you and Jisung, tying them into a cloth bag. He pushed it towards you with a warm smile, "I hope you enjoy them all. See you, Princess. It was a pleasure to meet you, Prince Jisung." He bowed and softly waved.

You and Jisung bowed back before taking your leave. Soon you both were back outside, people still carrying out their duties. They had not noticed that you were present, which you did not really mind. It was nice not being the center of attention once in a while. And while Jisung was here, you didn't want the usual fuss that occurred when you visited the village.

Speaking too soon, a younger girl noticed your attire, immediately indicating that you were a royal. She smiled and curtsied, "Afternoon, princess."

"Afternoon," you smiled back.

At that small exchange, others followed in pursuit, also noticing the presence of the Prince next to you. And because they did recognize him, you couldn't help but take note of the fact that people were whispering, which wasn't what usually occurred when you were in town.

Upon hearing Jisung's name in their hushed remarks, your ears perked, miraculously gaining the ability to hear the words they spoke, "Isn't that the Prince of the valley? The poorer kingdom."

"Yes… you can tell just from how he's dressed."

Shaking your head, you tune out the insults being 'secretly' thrown towards Jisung, who, judging by the look on his face, could also hear them talk. It was sad how people were so quick to judge.

"This is Prince Jisung," you say confidently, "The one who I will marry in a few years' time… I ask that you respect him as much as you respect my father."

They shut their mouths, bowing to follow what you had asked of them. Jisung's gaze fell onto you, hundreds of thoughts rooted from different beliefs clashing inside his head. The people had dispersed, leaving the two of you alone.

Though you smiled at him, he couldn't help but feel bad that you had to stand up for him. Every time someone mentioned the wealth of his kingdom, he couldn't have but believed you deserved better, especially because there was a drastic difference between your family's wealth and his family's wealth.

Y/N shouldn't be going through this…

"Should we get going?" You questioned, "There are more things I want to show you." You acted so casually about such a situation that Jisung could sense that you've already been in a position. Just how many times have you stood up for him?

Though the idea should be giving him a sense of comfort, he still felt as though he should be doing something in return. Securing yourselves back on the horses, you begin making your way back to the castle. There was a short period of silence before Jisung had spoken up, "You don't need to defend me, you know. But thank you."

You glance over at him and frown, "I don't understand why they judge when they don't even know you… And as your future wife, it is my duty to defend you. Besides, if it were the other way around, you would do the same."

That night, Jisung couldn't help but let the words play over in his head. You were right. He would do the same for you, but it was because he adored you. Did this mean that you felt the same?

"Part Two"

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[purpureumwrites]

Homelander x Reader | Sweetheart, I’m a gentleman

A/N: The request mentioned “trying to rape” but I left it in extremely innapropriate. Justifying how reader would get to the boys didn’t make too much sense without a little cameo here. Hope you’re happy with it, I’m a bit unsure about it? (This kind of has potential for a part 2 with mainly the boys now that I think about it)

Summary: Reader is not just a human from Earth, but Homelander has no idea what he’s up to.

Warnings: None. Uncomfortable situation.

Word count: 1.2k

Weeks ago you joined Vought. It was an easy administrative job, nine to five, that provided enough money for you to live simply. A normal job like any other where you could blend in with the rest of the ever growing company. Perfect for you. Perfect for someone hiding in plain sight, in a planet that wasn’t their own.

You had been working there for two or three months when you started feeling the observant eyes of a man watching you from afar. The building was full of people constantly, from supes to their neurotic marketing teams to the poor people cleaning after them. It crossed your mind that it might be just your imagination but yours instincts rarely failed you. Not that you were concerned.

The floor were you worked was practically empty. Most of the building was already in the dark and through the windows you could see the lights of the city. You often left late. Your schedule was pretty flexible, as long as the work was done when it should. So you woke up later in the morning and enjoyed the few quiet last hours, after most employees had already left. It was such a different place at that time of the day.

It was around 8pm when you were content with your progress for the day. You turned off your computer and made a quick trip for the bathroom before picking up your things and leave. While you walked back through the dark corridor to the huge, open plan office you saw a man that wasn’t there before. Definitely not sitting on your desk, definitely not wearing a blue suit and a red cape.

He smiled when you approached him, very sure of himself.

“I’ve been looking forward to meet you”, he said, standing up. “I’m Homelander”

“Yeah, everyone knows”, you shrugged.

Big, powerful man thinking it was appropriate to approach a lonely woman in a deserted floor at night? Repulsive.

As you had planned, you started tidying up your desk and setting your bag to leave. You saw his smile falter in the corner of your eye. Your colleagues had expressed their concerns about you leaving so late, when it was already dark and unsettling and they thought anything might happen to you. You shrugged it off. There wasn’t a man on Earth that could harm you.

Your lack of attention seemed to bother Homelander. He stood there for a few seconds, surprised by your reaction. He cleared his throat before recovering his composure. He took another step forward, approaching you from behind while you shuffled through the things on your bag, that was resting in your chair.

You could hear his heart beat with perfect clarity. It was pumping faster now, probably bothered by your apathy. He could probably count with his fingers how many people would ignore him so blatantly, specially without their knees shaking afterwards. Even if he wasn’t a extraordinarily powered, famous, big man, how many women wouldn’t be smiling and playing along out of pure survival instinct?

He put a hand on your waist, turning you around and pinning you against him.

“You are a very beautiful woman”, he smiled like a someone who hadn’t broken a plate in his life.

“If I were you, I would put away that hand”

“Sweetheart, I am a gentleman”, he answered towering over you.

Before he had time to react, you took his wrist and twisted it behind his back, pushing him face down to the table with your other hand. You felt him struggle and saw his eyes light up red.

“I did warn you”

Homelander blinked, astounded. He tried to rise up again, but you were far too strong. Stronger than Homelander? That wasn’t possible. If there was a supe that powerful, Vought would have taken advantage of it a long time ago. Not just that, you would have certainly joined The Seven at that point.

And now, in the most humilliating position he had ever found himself in, he was weighing his options and the huge risk you could mean for him. But you were just some office lady, why would you be keeping your powers a secret?

“I was just fooling around. But, I have to say, there are a few cameras around us. Not that anyone checks them in the regular, but if someone reminded them like, you know, Homelander himself, some people might be very curious about you”

He chuckled when he saw the panic in your eyes, looking around for them. The same way his overconfidence had betrayed him, your own had just betrayed you. The moment they did any kind of health check, they would realize there was something very out of the ordinary. You weren’t a human with crazy powers. You weren’t a supe. You weren’t a human at all. And it had taken a lot of effort hiding it from the world. The videos wouldn’t prove anything but they would certainly be too interesting and would draw very undesired and dangerous attention.

“You will not”

“What are you going to do? Kill me?”, he faked being deep in thought. “Not likely while we’re live. Though I’m very curious to see how you would manage that”

A soft voice spoke from the door.

"Everything okey?", asked a petite blond girl dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. Starlight.

***

You and the girl stood on the elevator. You had seen her before, from afar, and didn’t think much of her. Pretty, blond, awfully polite... boring. Without the suit, she still was your typical naive looking girl, but the change in her demeanor, the fact that she wasn’t trying to be anyone but herself, gave her a different character.

“You know he’s not gonna leave you alone, right?”, she asked looking straight forward.

“Really?”, you answered trying not to sound defeated.

She took her hand out of her pocket and spread it towards you. You took the small white piece of paper inside it. An address.

“Go there. Tell them you’ve got a… problem with Homelander and they will take you in. About being a supe… I would tread lightly, but they’re not bad guys, it should be okey. No one hates him more than they do and I think you might be able to help them”

“I’m not a… sure”, you backtracked. “I’ll keep that in mind”

***

You walked into the foul smelling back alley and found the door you supposed was the one. You knocked, not sure what to expect. The girl had walked in the opposite direction the moment you left the building. You knocked. After the voices inside quieted down, you heard heavy steps approaching. As the door opened, a tall man, with a grim face, looked you up and down.

“And who the fuck might you be… darling?”

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[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Farmer Ted

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Regardless of where the two of you have your first conversation, Ted probably knew of and had a crush on you before you were even aware of his existence.

- He’d probably seen you around school and thought that you were really pretty but just didn’t have the nerve to introduce himself while you were with your friends/around people. But now was his perfect chance. 

- You’d been sitting outside of the school, waiting for somebody, when he’d slinked up to you all dorkily suave. Considering you were somewhat distracted by a book, you probably didn’t realize someone was approaching you until they’d; or rather he’d, sat beside you. 

- Somewhat surprised and curious, you looked up and over at him, meeting his eyes as he gave you a smile. He greeted you, making small talk as you sat together before asking if you “wanted to go out Saturday night”. 

- You found him sort of endearing and cute in a wimpy sort of way so; much to his genuine surprise, you actually said yes. 

- For your first date, the two of you went to the movies. He kept sneaking glances at you throughout the night and held his hand open on the armrest like halfway through the movie, waiting to see if you’d take it; which you probably did. 

- He probably rushes to go tell Bryce and Cliff about everything that happened after the two of you say goodbye. 

- You have your first kiss about a week after your first date. You were sitting together in his bedroom and he’d mentioned how “it may come as a surprise …but you’re the first girl he’s ever gone out with.” before telling you how he really likes you and is wondering if you’ll be his girlfriend. 

- Obviously, you agree and after an almost instantaneous “really?!”, he all but smashes his lips to yours. When the two of you pull away, he shyly apologizes but you just laugh and tell him it’s fine. 

- And there you have it, the geek finally gets the girl. 

- Lots of pda. He wants to show off and flaunt your relationship; particularly because he knows that no one would automatically assume that the two of you are dating whenever you’re together. 

- His arm around your shoulder. It makes him feel like a stud. 

- Handholding. 

- Hugs from behind. He does occasionally give you an actual squeeze but, more often than not, he just wraps his arms loosely around you while the two of you stand together. 

- He loves kisses on the cheek. He always tries his best to play it cool but his heart skips a beat whenever you give him one. 

- Clumsy kisses. You’re probably going to be his first kiss so expect him to be a little bad at it for a while; and possibly scrape you with his braces. 

- Soft kisses. 

- Sitting in his lap. He likes wrapping his arms around you and  looking up at your face or whatever you’re doing in front of him whenever you do. 

- He loves cuddling and enjoys doing it in any way that you can. Spooning? Great! You laying your head on his chest? Even better! Him laying his head on you? Wowza!

- You’ll probably catch him staring at you a lot. He’s just amazed that such a wonderful girl like you is giving him the time of day. 

- He calls you pet names more than your actual name, particularly in front of people because; once again, he likes showing off that you’re a couple. He must have at least a dozen different terms of endearment that he calls you interchangeably. 

- Lame pick up lines. He still tries to flirt with you; even though he’s arguably bad at it. 

- He likes making you laugh at his absurdity, especially if you’re noticeably upset; either with him or at something else. 

- Singing along and lip syncing to the radio together. 

- Dancing with each other. 

- Giving all of his geeky interests a try. 

- Letting him explain floppy disks and computers and all that to you. He’s actually sort of brilliant if we’re being honest here. 

- Pizza dates. 

- Movie dates. I can’t tell you why but I feel like Ted would enjoy watching old movies, movies with like Frank Sinatra in them and all the other golden age of Hollywood stars. 

- Taking walks around the neighborhood together; maybe walking a dog together if you’re interested in that. 

- Going to the park. You usually sit on the swings together and talk whenever you do. 

- Arcade dates.

- County fairs, carnivals, and amusement parks. He likes taking you to those types of things, he thinks they’re really fun.

- Having “his dudes” interrupt and tag along with you guys a lot. He’s quick to tell them to scram but you usually feel kinda bad and just tell them they can stay if they’d like to.

- He definitely tries to get you a bit out of your comfort zone but never minds if you just don’t feel like doing something. The two of you could just be standing and doing nothing and he’d be completely fine with it purely because he’s with you.

- He said it himself: he’s a total pushover for pretty girls. You can convince him to do pretty much anything because he’s too twerked up to say no.

- Doing his makeup. Did you see his lid space? The clean close shave? He’d probably outright refuse at first but he’d give in easy enough and you’d get to make him gorgeous.

- He loves the smell of your perfume. He’ll never admit it but he sprays himself with it before he leaves your house so that he can smell like you for the rest of the night. It’s comforting to him.

- He definitely messes around with your stuffed animals whenever he’s bored, you’re not paying attention to him, or just to make you smile.

- Making you laugh is one of his main missions in life. He loves hearing the sound; even if it’s at his expense. 

- Helping him clean up the messes he makes when he’s a total klutz, or just silently helping him when he’s awkwardly and cluelessly fumbling with something. 

- Standing up for him; especially if you’re higher on the social hierarchy.  

- Walking to class together. 

- Sitting with him at lunch; even though it’s sort of social suicide. You get a lot of stares and weird interactions from the other geeks but Bryce and Cliff have gotten used to you and have become pretty good friends of yours. 

- Him carrying your things, or you; he’s surprisingly strong for such a little guy. 

- You’re like 90% of his impulse control and one of the only reasons he’s still alive. You keep him in check because he desperately needs it sometimes.

- Sharing secrets. 

- Having earnest conversations. Most of the time, he feels like he needs to put up a front to seem cool but the longer you're together, the more he realizes you like him for him and that he can just be himself. 

- He can act like a bit of a jerk sometimes but he does genuinely care about your feelings and is actually pretty good at making you feel better when you’re feeling down. 

- He’s definitely pretty jealous. You hang out with him and a bunch of geeks who are constantly ogling and trying to get close to you. Not to mention the fact that you’re really pretty and could bag a boy who’s much higher on the social ladder than he is. 

- He’s not overprotective of you but he does care enough about you to put his weeny ass on the line. He may not be the most helpful in a dangerous/scary situation but he’s fully ready to get his ass kicked to defend you; he’s gotten it bruised for less than that. 

- You don’t fight a lot but the two of you do get into a few good arguments and fights. You’ll argue for a while until you move to just leave, he’ll stop you and calm his tone down while trying to reason with you and explain his point of view. He has a habit of saying the wrong thing or doing things without thinking so that may be part of the reason you’re moving to leave. 

- He is genuinely sorry whenever he’s blatantly messed up but he’ll usually apologize for his attitude regardless of who’s in the wrong and say “but you have to admit x” and you will have to admit it no matter how stubborn you are. 

- He likes when you tell him that you love him but he’s a bit too shy to say it back in fear of messing up his “stud persona”. He’ll usually just give you a kiss and tell you he loves you when you’re alone. 

- You’re his first love so he has that naive, “we’re gonna last forever” mindset; even though he doesn’t talk about it all that much. That’s not to say that you won’t though, I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful life together. 

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[hindi-si-ikay]

"Fresh" Movie Commentary :

WARNING SPOILERS

TW: gore, cannabalism, amputation, +18

Listen, if you can't take REALLY gross and gorey stuff you shouldn't read this

First date guy was an absolute asshole and I LOVED how they portrayed him, just the perfect asshole and his name is CHAD

Fuuuuuuck me that silent walk to the car is terrifying

Why is that man walking home at night with a baby????

Best Friend has ALL the great points

With the knowledge that I know about this movie the convo the besties are having right now is fucking hilarious

Oooooh soundtrack is starting out great

Food is definitely gonna be a main point with how the cinematography zooms into people eating

This movie makes me glad Im ace

Silk Almond milk tastes terrible imo

aaaaaaaaaaaaah he opened and tasted iiiiiit why are you still shopping heeeeere?????

Ive never found sebastian stan attractive. This doesn't help.

Y'all are just blatantly being weird af people. This conversation gives me 2nd hand embarrasment and HURTS

This man SCREAMS red flags to me but Noa's standards are so low this cheesy creepy motherfucker's lame jokes are really doin it for her huh

Hehehehe "Fresh Meats"

Next to the veggie and fruit section too

I dont believe in real life meet cutes and I never will

MOLLIE IS SPITTIN FACTS

THIS WAS FILMED IN VANCOUVER

THAT BUS STOP SIGN IS LITERALLY VANCOUVER

hehehehe i just realized his name is STEVE

🚩 he had a drink before before the date AND he's from texas

Best way to bond? TRAUMA DUMP

I feel like waaaay to many adults have 1 or both parents dead and Im in this club too

Aaaah the date montage so that we ignore their awkward convo

He's looking at her like she's food

Noa is reaaaally tipsy

Baby is spittin facts rn and should really listen to her own advice

Kissing and sex on the first date is really weird to me but that's just me. Also will be skipping this scene in case he eats her like a spider mating

Did he eat her out?

Im sorry for my shitty cannibal jokes

MOLLIE ONCE AGAIN SPITTIN FACTS

His facial expressions are creeping me the fuck out

HE DOESNT EAT ANIMALS????

HUMANS ARE MAMMALS

WE'RE ANIMALS

I dont want arguments in the reblogs or tags okay

STUFFED

Ha

Her apartment is so nice???? For vancouver like shit that costs a lot

I dont even know what her job is

GOD NOA YOU NAIVE FOOL

DIDNT YOU SEE THAT TINDLER SWINDER DOCUMENTARY????

Hahahahahaha dickmatized

Baby youre gonna get murdered

Nah actually I think she's gonna be a final girl or smthn

Honestly for as much as Im screaming at Noa if I was in her position I would also probably be making the same mistakes

The fuck is cottage cove?

THE SERVICE IS SHITTY???

🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

She really is dickmatized huh

It looks like he lives 10hrs away from the city wtf. Literally took them the whole day to drive to his place

Bitches like Noa have never watched True Crime anything in their lives and IT SHOWS

Man is making drinks and Im pretty sure he's drugging it

I hate this man's decor. Bubble furniture??? In a semi modern house in the WOODS????

Necterine

And

Drugs

We are 1/3 in the movie and the title card and beginning credits start now????

This is so fucking weird

Awe fuck I hate and love how creepy this soundtrack is

I couldve been watching pirates of the carribbean guys

Ive greened out on weed the first and only time i tried it, being that woozy feel shitty af guys

I cant believe she's not restrained onto the bed

MAN IS JUST IN THE CORNER IN A TURTLENECK

THEYRE IN A CELLAR I TAKE BACK THAT OTHER COMMENT

WHY IS HE SO MUCH CREEPIER IN A TURTLENECK

Ohmygod I just realized he looks like Ted Bundy

At least he's hygenic

Man is literally just being a hustlin girlboss

I just realized that he can literally just amputate the girls' limbs one by one. Why doesn't he just do that to Noa?

The ass? Really???

The other girls are either ghosts or hallucinations

Mollie is literally the best girl

HE DOES HAVE A WIFE

I thought this was gonna be one of those bonnie and clyde movies and im sad it's not

NOT MOLLIE

NOT THE BEST GIRL

I bet you the wife is the girl who wrote in the magazine

She looks traumatized enough

OOOH I KNEW IT

He really shouldn't have labelled the limbs incase he got caught

Damn that grinder is disturbing

Devil imagery.....huh

The cinematography is actually so fucking good. The chills that it's giving are exquisite. Absolutely what I wanted from this movie. It's both elegant AND disgusting at the same time

Penny is actually her fears probably

Bro Im just crying about Mollie

I hate that he shares the names of the women they eat

Oh yeah final girl Noa

HAHAHAHAHAHA THATS SO FUCKIN FUNNY

This girl power fight scene is everything

Mollie needs the BEST FUCKIN FRIEND AWARD GUYS

Heheheheh Steve's wife

He's married???

Ohmyfucking god Chad

Movie Rating:

7/10

Overall I really liked the movie and I would recommend it to anyone who likes gory disturbing movies with spine chilling themes.

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