⋆˚꩜.ᐟ : including — cutesy hcs, avg fluff, implied marriage!
[౨ৎ] synopsis: random domestic things the lads!men do
[♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: Don't know what I'm gonna post after this lol, we might do a freaked out multi poll but summer themed or sum idk
౨ৎ ⟶ lads masterlist
SYLUS
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ puts his hand over sharp table corners when you walk past them; He does it so naturally you almost miss it. Whenever you walk past sharp table corners or low hanging edges, his hand is already there before you even register it. His warm palm pressed against the edge, cushioning it so you don’t bump into it. Most of the time, you don’t even realize it’s happened until you feel it—Sylus's hand brushing lightly against the side of your head instead of wood.
And when you finally do notice, it’s always the same.
You pause, turning your head slightly to look at him, caught between confusion and that soft, familiar flutter in your chest.
Sylus doesn’t look at you right away. Only after a moment does his gaze flick toward you, calm and gentle, but softer when it meets your eyes. "Careful there, sweetie," he says, a teasing lilt threading through his voice.
"Wouldn't want an injured kitten on our hands, would we?"
ZAYNE
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ knows exactly when your social battery is dying and gets you out of conversations; He notices when your smile starts to thin just a little too quickly in conversations, when your answers get shorter, when your eyes start drifting instead of really landing anywhere. He never interrupts you while it’s happening. He just waits until the exact second it becomes too much for you to keep pretending.
“Excuse me,” Zayne says smoothly when he finally steps in, appearing beside you as if he’s always been there. One hand settles lightly at your back, subtle enough that no one questions it, but firm enough that your shoulders immediately relax. Your coworker is still talking about some article she read, but Zayne’s presence quickly disrupts the rhythm of the conversation.
Zayne doesn't necessarily make it sudden or awkward, just gently redirects it, polite words and his calm authority wrapping around the conversation until it naturally dissolves.
And it's moments like that that make you so so grateful to be married to someone like zayne.
You barely even realized how much you’d been holding in until it’s suddenly gone, like someone finally loosened a tight knot in your chest. By the time you reach his car, the evening air feels colder than you expected. Zayne opens the passenger door for you without a word, like he already knows you’re running on empty.
You slide into the warm interior of his car, sinking back into the seat with a soft exhale, lashes fluttering shut for just a second longer than intended. “Thank you for that, zaynie,” you murmur tiredly as he settles into the driver’s seat beside you.
Zayne glances at you, the faintest curve forming at the corner of his mouth. His gaze softening as his green eyes flicker over your tired expression, brushing a few stray hairs from your face. “Of course, my love."
CALEB
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ automatically reaches for you when he's excited about something; Caleb has never been good at hiding his enthusiasm—though he's never had any desire to hide it from you. The second he's telling you a story, showing you something cool, or rambling about whatever has caught his attention that day, he's automatically reaching for you without even realizing it.
"Okay, okay, but listen, pips—"
One arm slips around your waist as he talks, pulling you against his side while he launches into whatever ridiculous thing he's currently invested in.
"The wing shape is designed like that for a reason. And if you look here—"
Caleb's excitement only makes him more affectionate. A hand on your shoulder. An arm around your waist. Pulling you closer every few minutes like he physically needs you involved in the conversation. Half the time, he isn't even aware he's doing it.
Too busy sharing something he loves with his favorite person.
And somehow, by the end of it, you've learned absolutely nothing about airplanes, but you've learned quite a bit about how cute your husband looks when he's excited.
XAVIER.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ steals your blankets subconsciously but gives them back immediately when you whine; Xavier has this unconscious habit of stealing your blankets like it’s instinct. It starts innocently enough: movie nights, late evenings, him sitting just a little too close until somehow the entire blanket ends up draped over him instead of you.
You don’t even notice at first.
Until you’re suddenly freezing.
“Xavierrrr” you mumble, tugging at the edge of the blanket.
He stirs slowly, blinking up at you like he’s just been pulled out of a dream. There’s a long pause where he processes absolutely nothing, then—
“…hm?”
“you're hogging the blanket, xavi.”
Silence.
"...Sorry, star."
Then, without argument or complaint, he shifts immediately. Still half-asleep and grumbling under his breath, he lifts the blanket off himself and drapes it back over you, carefully tucking it around your shoulders until you're warm again.
The moment he's satisfied, he settles right back down. His arms slip around your waist, pulling you back against his chest with a sleepy sigh. His face buries itself in the crook of your neck, warm and familiar.
Within minutes, his breathing evens out again.
And by morning?
The blanket will somehow be wrapped around him once more.
RAFAYEL
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ always checks your reflection before his own; Every time you pass a mirror together or find yourselves standing in front of your shared bathroom mirror: Rafayel's eyes find you first.
It doesn't matter if you're dressed up for one of his gallery openings or standing in one of his oversized shirts with your hair half done. His gaze always drifts toward your face before anywhere else.
Most nights, he'll wander into the bathroom while you're doing your skincare, drawn in by your presence more than anything else. You catch his reflection in the mirror as he walks up behind you, arms slipping around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder. The embrace is loose and familiar, his attention seemingly fixed on your reflection rather than his own.
"Don't stare at me," you mumble, patting moisturizer into your skin. "I look dehydrated right now."
Then his arms only tighten around your waist. "Then you'll be my dehydrated, beautiful muse." He says sweetly, despite the teasing lit in his voice, which makes you roll your eyes as he presses a kiss to your cheek.
"I wonder if I'll still be your muse once I start shedding like a lizard."
Rafayel hums thoughtfully, resting his chin more firmly on your shoulder as he studies your reflection.
"Of course."
"Really?"
"Mm. Then I'd simply paint the most beautiful lizard in existence."
"...you're ridiculous."
Rafayel only smiles, pressing another kiss to your cheek.
"Anything for my muse."
♡ princessxmin please do not alter, copy or translate my work !
1. “you’re mine. you said so.” you get busy—miss a call, forget a text—and when you finally answer, his voice is calm, too calm. “i waited. for hours.” you apologize, sweetly, teasingly even, but he doesn’t laugh. “you promised you’d always be there, remember? don’t break your promises. i… don’t handle that well.” and later, when he holds you close, you feel the way his hands tremble slightly against your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.
2. his name in your phone has a lock emoji. -> he changed it himself. he also disabled the option to delete his contact. “just in case someone thinks they can slide into your messages,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, “they’ll know who you belong to.”
3. he tracks you. -> not in a creepy way (okay maybe a little), but he has your location always. and when he sees you’re somewhere unexpected, he texts immediately: “what are you doing there?” ……you ask how he knew. “because you’re mine pipsqueak, and i need to know you’re safe. that’s not too much to ask, is it?” and the look in his eyes? he’d burn the whole galaxy just to get you back home.
4. he doesn’t like you being friends with your ex-> at all. he doesn’t raise his voice. doesn’t tell you not to. he just shuts down emotionally, turns icy and unreadable. it’s bound with his actions though… he would probably still do everything acts of service wise. but he wants you to understand something is wrong, wants you to probe… and when you confront him, he finally murmurs, “i don’t want to be second choice to anyone. i want to be your only. and if that’s too much—” you cut him off with a kiss. you have to. because his voice was starting to sound a little unhinged and a little too honest.
5. he locks the door when you argue.-> not to trap you essentially (which he thinks he isn’t doing…) just to make sure you don’t leave. “we’re not going to sleep angry pips,” he says, softly. “you don’t walk away from me. not when we love each other this much baby.” and when you calm down, he pulls you into his lap, arms like iron around you, and whispers again and again, “mine. mine. mine.”
6. he doesn’t like you dressing up for anyone but him.-> you put on a new outfit, stunning, radiant—and his jaw clenches. why are you so breath-taking my gorgeous he thinks… no wonder he wants a world with just the two of you. “who’s that for?” / “me,” you say, innocent. but he steps closer, cups your jaw gently, possessively. “next time, wear it only when we’re alone. i don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine. or~ you’d hate how i become and say something like i killed your old caleb.”
7. his anger is unpredictable.->when someone flirts with you in front of him, he doesn’t start a fight. but sometimes the look in his eyes speaks more than words ever could. maybe he will break their bones when you leave, maybe he will let it slide. who knows what caleb’s mood dictates him to do. sometimes, he just smiles. and later, when you’re home, he pins you softly to the bed, hands on either side of your head.“do you want them?” he asks, voice flat. “because i can make sure they never speak to you again.” and you— you tell him it’s just him. it’s always been him. like a prayer, like a chanting to balm his rage. and he finally kisses you like a starved man, whispering “good girl.”
8. he deletes numbers from your phone.->you’ll never notice. he’s too smooth. but people you used to talk to? stop replying. and when you ask caleb, he just shrugs with a soft smirk, “maybe they realized they could never compete with me.” and then changes the subject with a kiss and that dangerous look in his eyes again…. this isn’t out of sheer possessiveness though its just out of trust issues.
9. he doesn’t like letting you sleep mad at him.-> you try to turn away in bed, still upset. away from him… back on his face like an iron wall. but he slides his arms around you from behind, strong and unyielding.“no. you don’t get to walk away from me in your sleep, either.” and you can feel how serious he is. “we fix this now, angel. i’ll do anything. but you don’t leave.”
10. he has nightmares about losing you.-> he never tells you the full details either. just that he wakes up shaking, pale, and pulls you into his lap, holding you so tightly it almost hurts. “i saw you leaving me,” he whispers into your neck. “don’t ever do that. i wouldn’t survive it.”
Caleb getting a period cramp simulator when his little Mei mei gets her period for the first time so he can understand how insane it is for you & tend to you accordingly.
Caleb who does your laundry without a fuss if you accidentally stain them and smiles softly at you when you crib about it. “Hey, relaaaax! It’s alright Pipsqueak, it’s not something to be embarrassed about.” He does raise you exceptionally well what can I say.
Caleb who makes you spicy wontons, chicken salad, meatballs, (Yes yes the voiceline reference), and even learns to bake part time for you to satiate your period cravings.
Caleb who studies the phases of your cycle to better understand your mood changes, you entering womanhood. “No, baby. We are not going to watch a sad movie because you already are in your Luteal phase and I don’t want to make you cry?” He hugs you with a purr. Caleb taught you the phases of your cycle btw. :3
Caleb who brings the cutest heating pads for you, they always have your favorite plushies on them. Your favorite is the green apple 🍏 plushie heating bag. It does wonders because it’s drenched with Gege’s warmth too. <3
Caleb who gently massages your sore back and pelvis, cooing at how strong you are for dealing with something like this. Reads you bed time stories and agrees to nap with you whenever you want. (Let’s be real here he always does.) :P
Caleb who takes special care of you in school, checking up on you. Stacking your period pads/tampons in your bag in case you have an accident. Asking if you’re in pain and keeping his own stock of painkillers for you. He is the best baby to ever!
No one will ever make me think Caleb was a cool frat boy, he was a loser who liked anime and was absolutely obsessed with his girl best friend to the point he sniffed her underwear like come on
LADS LIs after you get into a Car Accident (Xavier, Rafayel, Caleb, Sylus, Zayne)
A/N: Might be a little short cuz I did this while tired. And Xavi may be a little OOC. I'm not really familiar with his character
CW: Car Accidents, hurt/comfort
Rafayel x gn!reader, Xavier x gn!reader, Zayne x gn!reader, Sylus x gn!reader, caleb x gn!reader
Xavier
generally a calm, cool, and collected guy
Seriously, not much phases him. But he did panic a little internally when he heard about the accident. But given you're the one who called him, it's mild at worst.
He absolutely drops everything to come make sure you're alright
Once the cops are done with the scene, he drives you home
The two of you get some tea, cuddle on the couch while he (subtly) checks you over for any injuries you might not be openly disclosing, and the two of you take a much needed nap
Rafayel
you'd thought you knew just how dramatic Rafayel could get before crashing your car
then you got into a little fender bender and you'd swear he was the one who got rear ended
Fishy 100% over reacts to the situation, demanding the person that hit you be held accountable and making a huge scene
If you weren't so shaken up you'd roll your eyes and hide your face in your hands, but the familiar indignation is actually somewhat comforting
Eventually you convince him to leave well enough alone, using your sore neck as an excuse to get him to take you home
After which he absolutely babies you. You're not to lift a finger while you rest
And that probably feels better than anything (even if you do sigh at the dramatics), because you're well aware that only you rank high enough in his mind to warrant such treatment
Caleb
Caleb was pretty weird after you got into an accident
Or rather, you were pretty sure you were dealing with the Colonel rather than your childhood friend
because Caleb absolutely panicked when he heard and his toring chip did it's thing
But when you get home, the two of you end up comforting each other
because even after you can see how much the accident, minor as it was, scared him
It's not hard to get him to give you a neck rub (which helps him feel better because it makes him feel like he can do something about it)
And then the two of you sit and rewatch of Top Gun (if that's your kind of show) or watch reruns some trashy tv show the two of you enjoyed
Sylus
Sylus is actually calm (because Mephie was in the vicinity and saw it all go down so he knew about it before you called him)
He's already on his way to pick you up when you call, but he's pleased that he's the one you call
He definitely does a once over, making sure you're actually alright, but then drives you to the n109 zone, since that's where you were going to start with. He doesn't even threaten the other driver (though if the other driver isn't sufficiently apologetic he may give the other a driver a look that scared them half to death.)
he's definitely the type to spend the rest of the day resting with you, not because he needs it but because you do. It's not exactly hard for him to see that you're pretty shaken up by the incident
So you spend the rest of the day just cuddling in his bed. Like Caleb, neck and shoulder rubs are in order with Sylus, but in Sylus's case it's because the man can be awful touchy and his touch is comforting.
Zayne
Another calm and collected LI. He doesn't bother freaking out when you call him for a ride, though he would be more concerned if you weren't the one calling
He's generally much more concerned about your mental and physical well being (this is likely not the first accident he's dealt with, after all)
When he comes to pick you up, his once over is more clinical than the other LIs (he's actually a medical professional after all). He assesses your mental and physical state before deciding that the best course of action is to take you home, let you ice your neck, and try to settle
He calls Jenna himself, notifying her of the incident and telling her that he's taking you home (it's not like Jenna is going to argue with your primary care doctor/cardiologist)
He's absolutely strict about you icing your neck and makes sure you've taken over the counter pain meds for it
he ends up going back to work (making you promise to call him if you get a headache or your neck worsens), but after he gets home he's actually really clingy. (He tries to deny that he was actually worried, but you've been together far too long for you not to be able tor ad the worry on his face)
caleb headcanons for a reader who struggles with nausea
cw: frequent mentions of nausea, having trouble eating
thinking about expert cook caleb, who doesn't have a single complaint when all you want to eat is the same meal for weeks.
caleb, who will cook the same bland food because it's all your upset stomach can handle right now, and praising you religiously and proudly even if all you can handle is a few bites.
caleb, who used to take the train to linkon when you were still in college. still in his pilot's uniform, sweaty from the day but smiling as he delivers you a lunchbox for your night classes. (the note he left inside is covered in his signature doodles and airplane stickers, the cute dork.)
caleb, who stocks your fridge with easy to make, ready to go meal kits with fresh ingredients every time he stops by.
caleb, who leaves little sticky notes in your kitchen, gentle encouragement to take bites of snacks when you need something in your stomach. maybe an occasional recipe with a few simple steps.
caleb, who knows your favorite gatorade flavor and has it on a scheduled delivery every two weeks (he would never get the wrong blue).
caleb, who puts a fresh sleeve of saltine crackers in your bedside drawer like clockwork every weekend, because he would never allow you to nibble on stale ones when you wake in the middle of the night with an empty stomach.
caleb, who keeps extras of all your anti-nausea remedies, from acupressure wristbands to motion sickness patches to peppermint tea bags, always on him 24/7 whenever you're out somewhere.
caleb, who's grinning when you ask for something a bit different to eat that night, and tries not to get emotional over how excited you are that you're not as nauseous and you can actually enjoy the meal.
caleb, who never gets upset if you can't eat something. doesn't matter how long it took to make it, he's packing it away for another day and making you some toast in your favorite way.
caleb, who loves to take care of you, no matter what.
on openly loving Caleb's "my baby sister" line -
this is why you're getting hate.
disclaimer: this isn't to 'yuck anyone's yum', but to rather offer an informative perspective on why this phrase is expected to feel uncomfortable to the average partner (aka your MC's role in love and deepspace). for the sake of accuracy, i will be comparing JP, CN and EN versions and why 'meimei' drastically differs from 'baby sister'. this is particularly targeted towards non-asian language speakers to allow you to formulate a better idea of what 'baby sister' implies, because some things are not up for individual subjective interpretation. // alternative title- pi shoots herself in the foot: the sequel // not directed towards creators who provide warnings and approach this topic with depth
please check out @/jellyelle's reblog before discussing !
p.s edits have been made as a result of feedback to better articulate my point due to prior mistakes of my own. i apologise deeply for that. edits can be found in para 16, 'glamorise' in bold.
let's start from the root of this belief: morality.
the oxford dictionary defines morality as the principles concerning right and wrong or good and bad behavior. It refers to the standards of conduct that a society, group, or individual considers to be acceptable and virtuous. [1]
morality is distinct from ethics [1], where the former is developed as society evolves over time. the earliest roots of morality go back to far before organised religion, indicating some topics were always considered taboo. without generalising, we will explore the specific phenomena of being inclined towards psuedo-incest-- being okay with, attracted, or even 'getting off' to Caleb calling MC "baby sister". not 'meimei', baby sister.
we will first lay the foundation of Caleb and MC's relationship. around the age of 7~8 and 11~12, they were adopted by Grandma Josephine. it is important to note that in the main story, every server of LaDs except the EN server featured the formal dissolvence of Caleb and MC's adoptive sibling bond before Homecoming Wings. In the EN server, Caleb and MC were positioned as childhood friends/kids-who-grew-up-together from the get-go, so there was little to no implication of incestuous relations between them.
coming back to little Caleb and MC, we can assume that Caleb has been gege and MC has been meimei for as long as they knew each other, from before they were adopted as siblings. here's why.
in south & east asian culture, language exhibits several degrees of formality. oftentimes, you are required to call a person older, younger or of similar age to you by a specific title instead of their first name. the first name is only to be used when you are in close relation and of similar age, such as for similar-aged friends. gege (CN) is synonymous to oppa (KR), where it is used in both familial context and in close-guy-slightly-older-than-me context-- and of course, the boyfriend context. meimei holds a similar position, such as didi, which translated to EN means younger brother. in other asian languages, different iterations of this title can be bhaiya (BD/HNS), kuya (PHL), phi (THA) and anh (VN).*
we must understand that the English translation does not have the same nuance as the east asian languages. when we refer to somebody as a younger brother, it is taken in a literal sense. it means that that male is younger and biologically related to you-- and that if not, you perceive him in the same light as you would perceive a biological younger brother.
this is where it gets... as the kids say, problematic.
when infold has Caleb say 'meimei', it is a cute and affectionate nickname for the special girl who is close to but younger than him. when that is translated to 'baby sister', Caleb acknowledges that MC is younger (baby) and that MC is a sibling-esque presence in his life (sister). caleb is a fictional love interest. romantic, affectionate, an absolute gem for MC. you combine these two concepts to find the one word that's been bouncing off the walls of ladsblr lately: incest. more specifically, psuedo-incest.
this comes about due to the acknowledgement of CalebMC's roles in each others lives despite them not being biologically related. moving on from language, we need to understand the anthropological aspect of why this is happening here. this takes us to this interesting little concept known as transcendal sociality.
As argued elsewhere by Bloch (2008), among humans the social is fundamentally different from what it is among other primates. In the case of the latter, social roles are only perceived as existing in the here and now, and only so long as the individuals who fill them are capable of maintaining their position. Among humans, by contrast, social roles have a kind of imaginary existence that extends beyond the here and now: roles survive their incumbents; they extend beyond the life cycle, the frailty, the shortcomings of any one individual that inhabits them. In other words, they are experienced as having transcendental permanence (see also Rakoczy, 2008; Wyman and Rakoczy, 2011, for a cognate point). [2]
what we take away from this is that there is a permanent established system of kinship in society. it is transcendal, as it remains throughout generations, beyond life and death. the prospect of incest is considered wrong simply because it threatens this principle of kinship from its foundation. siblings hold a role within society in a manner that is distinct to lovers. i'd recommend the links above for further reading! hoping that the core pillar of this taboo has been established, I will now define incest in a generalised manner.
incest: sexual and/or romantic relations between two people of close biological relations (eg. siblings, first cousins etc.)
William A. Layman defines pseudo incest as a psychophysiologic defense mechanism observed in certain cases of sexual dysfunction, such as impotence or frigidity, where the sexual act is unconsciously perceived as incestuous [4]. For the sake of this essay, I will bypass the general definition to avoid yet another in-depth explanation, and instead put the concept of pseudo-cest through a prism to pick on one distinct shade that will appear.
psuedo-incest: romantic and/or sexual inclinations towards a person who is biologically unrelated to the subject but percieved by the subject to be playing biological roles/relations (eg. sibling figures, mother figures etc.)
these roles are often played by real biological figures, or taken over by those who perform its duty despite not falling under the biological 'obligation'. these roles also contain a sense of sanctity and intimacy— each distinct in how they perform and shape your lives. within this distinction are boundaries and invisible lines that the subject and the person in-role are expected to stay within. in that logic, psuedo-incest is a variation of treason to the familiar haven built within that dynamic, where lines are blurred and the nature of the relationship spirals into something out of control. one of the reasons for this is because familial kinship oftentimes is the subtitle to an existing power dynamic. i believe i do not need to expand on this further.
when Caleb calls MC 'baby sister'— not 'meimei', baby sister— the implication is far beyond affectionate familiarity. it implies years of bonding and relation to culminate into Caleb overstepping his role as an older brother and comfortably settling into the taboo line between brother and lover. 'baby sister' acknowledges the incestuous nature of his love and lust— both emotions which were supposed to be distinct from each other and not present in the same dynamic. this places him in the perilous position of being attracted to MC not simply because she is MC but also because she is his sister. however, we can safely assume non-myth main game Caleb was carefully positioned to avoid dense psuedo-incestuous themes by a thread. so let's forget about him for now, because an in-game character is not the issue here: the issue is the audience.
to preface what I say next, I love Caleb. he is a well-rounded character full of depth and symbolises home to me. he is cozy, protective and kind— a pillar holding up the stormy skies your MC's life had accumulated to. i do not endorse hate to any Caleb mains. you may have a neutral belief. maybe no strong feelings at all. but that is not who this essay is for. for the target audience, i encourage that you look deeper within to understand why you feel the need to glamorise and encourage being called 'baby sister'— and why you immediately feel defensive at that belief being challenged when you post about it on your public blog.
remember: your choices do not exist in a vacuum.
the phrase "just a bunch of pixels" is often used to make light of this Infold situation. I will not say Caleb situation, because ultimately he is curated for the enjoyment of LaDs players. as a preface, I would like to emphasise that storybased videogames can generally give way to moral and sociological development, partially caused by the degree of immersion we feel when we play as our particular character[5]. the reason most of us plays LaDs is because it provides us the depth and companionship we have craved— it fulfills needs that were not met to the fullest in the physical world. digitally, these 'perfect' men satiate this sense of lack that we are victim to. these 'bunch of pixels' construct various emotions within you, from happiness to longing to sheer despair. they do not hold the lack of influence over you that you would like to pretend they do. these pixels are your prized possessions, interwoven into your daily life, pulsing through the very neurons of your brain. they matter. Caleb is important to you. you are influenced. and for LaDs creators in particular, you, in turn, influence.
LaDs has an impressionable and (arguably) young audience. despite consisting mostly of adults, our frontal lobes are not as developed as we would like to believe they are. the brain's prefrontal cortex keeps developing until roughly 32 [3], which is far off from majority of players active in LaDsblr. as a result, your neuroplasticity allows you to either progress or regress with existing changes in society for the betterment or good of you and your environment. understand that openly liking incestuous themes does not fall simply under freedom of expression, but rather under encouragement of that particular phenomenon in the broader lens. 'you are what you eat' is backed by years of developmental psychology studies. it can be that deep.
oftentimes psuedo-incest is followed by a a level self-awareness associated with shame, much like the various (-)philias associated with taboos. you can be aware that you like it and still acknowledge that it is harmful to the psyche. there are several instances of situations in ones' childhood that can shape you to find attraction and even comfort in psuedo-incest themes. there is no shame in what you cannot control. but be aware of what you promote and influence by choice as a result of what you feel. be aware of your intentions when you defend glamorisation of this to be 'fine'. exploring dark themes is not sinful, nor is speaking of it or enjoying it. i will reiterate: it is the encouragement of psuedo-incest as a whole— the glamorisation of it in a positive light that one is expected to account for. this statement is distinct from the various step-brother tropes dense in fanfiction, by the way. there is never an intentional sincere acknowledgment of the female lead being a sister. it is this familial perception that changes everything.
know who you are, what you say, what your words imply and how it affects people especially if you have an audience. know why you will recieve backlash, criticism and even hatemail. be aware of the core value of what you are standing for.
be aware that your choices do not exist in a vacuum.
a/n: also! there is nothing cool or edgy about going 'haha fuck them caleb haters im calebs #1 baby sister!' because here, you forget the foundation of why this is a concern: no one is hating on caleb. they are hating on the principle infold has based EN caleb's affection for you to be upon— implied by the EN translation. there is a lot of detail on lots of concepts here i could've touched upon, but decided not to simply due to word count and because i believe that LaDsblr consists of users that practice media literacy. my sources are linked. you can do your own reading.
*my apologies if any of these translations are wrong. please feel free to correct me in comments.
DO NOT SEND HATE TO CALEB MAINS.
DO NOT HATE CALEB. HE IS NOT REAL.
hate asks and attacks divide the community when we should rather fall into a productive discussion on why these are the beliefs we choose to act upon. be constructive. when you want change, make sure you act on where it matters. this post is not to attack but to rather inform. i care about you all. especially my moots and everyone who has made LaDsblr worth being in so far.
please share, reblog and most importantly discuss. I'll reply to everything.
Caleb had to "trick" you into going on your first date.
You and Caleb have been friends since preschool, and to you, it has always been platonic. Yes, maybe sometimes your heartbeat goes crazy every time you'd see him laugh or when you see him in a basketball match, but that's a super normal feeling you can have towards your best friend.. isn't it!? And yes, maybe you guys are way too close to be seen as only friends, but no big deal, right? It's not like you both had someone else.
You both have this group of friends where you'd all hangout on weekends all the time. One weekend, Caleb asked you if you'd like to see a movie at the cinema. Of course you said yes immediately. You start texting all your friends and ask them to come along, but all of them bailed, which was weird because usually everybody is down to go anywhere and anytime. You asked Caleb if it's weird and he just shrugged it off, saying something along the lines of “maybe they have something else to do.” But all of them?? Isn't that a bit weird? But you went to the movies anyways.
Not realizing that it was Caleb's plan all along. He had deliberately begged the gang to bail on you, it's the only way he can ask you out without actually asking you out and freaking you out!!
Based on my own experience of how my highschool bf asked me out on a date. He told me few months into the relationship and I laughed. He did a great job because I would've freaked out and chickened out.
