#(shatters into a million billion pieces)

[potatobugz]

happy dreams

[vaguely-concerned]

what would I do without you. indeed illario.

lucanis trust me! indeed illario. the ea-nasir vibes on this shitty little rat of a man (somehow still slightly affectionate despite myself)

I am obsessed with WHERE this letter is found and what we're meant to read into those context clues. I don't have a handy save for this mission right now to double check the details, but from memory: It's the room across from what seems implied to be Caterina's room (Lucanis says these are the family quarters, so Illario has kept her locked in her own room all this time probably?? Oh oh house arrest, house arrest for grandmother for ten thousand years style)? We find the scraps of a letter from Zara to Illario, torn to pieces with one fragment still in the empty fireplace so presumably we're meant to assume he burned it, and this old letter from Illario to Lucanis lying neatly on a table. Whose room is this? Because here's a theory one could put together that has some real crazymaking potential for me specifically at least:

Considering that we're helpfully down to only three Dellamortes to account for, it's likely either Lucanis' or Illario's room. If I'm remembering right/let's for a moment assume that Caterina is being confined to her own rooms -- the fact that Lucanis is her favourite and also heir apparent I'd say tips the scales for me that it's likely she'd keep him closest, whenever he's home. Thus opening for the possibility that all this time Illario has been staying in the room of the cousin he murdered but as it turns out not hard enough that he didn't come back again like a haunting, reading his own old letters to him that Lucanis apparently kept all this time (!!! ow !!!), and sparing them from the spiteful fate he gave Zara's 'aww chin up you'll get 'em next time babe' one, right across the hall from where the grandmother he apparently can't bring himself to kill or seriously hurt even with everything else he's done is imprisoned and i n c r e d i b l y pissed off, if she gets out of there while he's sleeping or something he's fucked. Has he been sleeping in Lucanis' bed since kidnapping Caterina????? (did they ever share a bed, when they were children? for comfort if not ever out of real necessity?) is this some kind of incredibly fucked up way to try to be close to them both somehow even when he is the one who messed it all up to begin with? no matter what I have so many questions here what is WRONG with this family???????? (well I don't think we have time to get into all that right now that's a novel not a text post probably fhsdkj)

[raddest-laddest]

every time someone who i KNOW hasn’t played OW interacts with a spoiler post i make, i lose another inch off my peenor week off my lifespan

[noblehcart]

-gently sets this blog on hiatus and fades into the mist -

[chryza]

What the fuck did they put into the Lonetrail music I can’t listen to it without getting overwhelmed by emotion and bursting into tears my damn stomach hurts. HELLO??????

[michadeau]

miracle of life: this rock can regenerate and multiply*. you can still break it to pieces though. * loaves & fishes

terrible news: the hospital does not Un-Do injuries, healing potions aren't real, and time grinds all to dust.

[sunarryn]

DP X Marvel #18

Dan Phantom had been grounded for a millennium. A million years of suspended animation, locked in the coldest prison the Infinite Realms could provide, where time dripped like sap and the echoes of his own murderous past whispered lullabies into his ears. It had been fair punishment for ripping his original timeline to pieces like confetti at a funeral. He’d deserved it. Probably. Maybe. Not really.

Regardless, he was out now.

On probation.

Which meant he couldn’t technically destroy anything major.

Which meant he technically had freedom.

Which meant—

Dan burst through the veil between dimensions with the violent grace of a dying star and made a beeline—no, a comet-line—for Asgard.

Why? Simple.

Because Loki Odinson existed.

And Dan was going to court him.

With intention.

And possibly fire.

And maybe a few stolen artifacts from the Vault of Eternity.

It was fine.

Everything was fine.

Odin Allfather, great and wise and absolutely exhausted, nearly choked on his mead when a 6’9” white-haired, blood-eyed menace of a man fell from a tear in reality and landed in the center of Asgard’s Golden Hall, bleeding ambient chaos and making Thor drop Mjolnir mid-rep.

“I AM DAN PHANTOM, PRINCE OF THE INFINITE REALMS!” Dan announced, fangs bared in what could be interpreted as a smile—or a declaration of war. “I HAVE COME TO COURT YOUR SON.”

There was a pause.

A long one.

A holy shit what is happening one.

“Which one?” Odin asked slowly, glancing between Thor and Loki.

Dan turned, eyes glowing with the light of a billion dead stars, and locked onto Loki like a predator sensing a god-shaped snack.

“That one,” he said, voice low and reverent, gesturing toward Loki with a clawed finger. “The dark prince. The bitter frost. The storm in the still. The god carved in hunger and ash. The one whose smile haunts the black spaces between galaxies. You.”

Loki blinked. “…I’m sorry, what?”

Thor, meanwhile, had instinctively shoved his brother behind him and picked up Mjolnir. “He’s clearly mad. A danger to Asgard!”

Dan didn’t even look at him. “I’ve fought worse things than thunder, little boy. I would pluck the sun from Sól’s chariot and offer it like an apple in your brother’s palm.”

Odin stood up. “I forbid this! I don’t know what corner of Hel you’ve crawled from, but you will not—”

“Oh, actually,” Dan interrupted, tilting his head in thought. “Hela and I are old friends. She braided my hair once and taught me how to decapitate a frost giant using only a jawbone.”

In the bleak frost of Hel, Hela laughed so hard she cracked a rib. Her skeletal horde stared at her with a mix of reverence and terror as she shouted, “My brother-in-arms is finally out of time jail! Get me a death-swan, I need to pick a dress. I’m gonna be the best-damned best woman this side of Ragnarok.”

Back in Asgard, Loki had been dragged to a secluded room by Frigga who kept whispering things like “He’s clearly unstable” and “You attract danger like a frostflower attracts flies.”

But Loki was not listening.

Because Loki was already halfway in love.

He was a connoisseur of madness and beauty, of poetry stitched in blood, of things ancient and unfathomable. He saw Dan Phantom’s sharpened fangs and glowing eyes and heard the way he whispered promises of devotion that sounded like death threats.

And he felt something.

Dan knelt in Loki’s chamber, holding a gift in outstretched hands.

“This is the heart of a fallen titan,” Dan said solemnly. “I carved it from his chest after he insulted your intellect.”

It was still beating.

Loki took it and blushed.

“…You’re insane,” he whispered.

Dan leaned closer. “I have watched a thousand dying universes collapse, and in each one, I saw your reflection in the shattered light. I have dreamt of you while floating through collapsed stars. I would slit the throat of time itself for the curl of your smile.”

Frigga burst into the room. “Loki, don’t encourage him!”

But Loki was already petting the heart like a kitten and looking at Dan like he hung the stars in the sky personally.

“I think I might love him,” Loki whispered.

“Oh no,” Frigga said.

Three weeks in, the betting pool had gone viral in the Infinite Realms.

Danny bet Loki would stab Dan by day five.

Jazz bet they’d elope in less than a month.

Dani bet both. Simultaneously.

Clockwork refused to comment.

Dan brought gifts every day.

A Valkyrie’s wing, still twitching.

A singing skull that whispered Loki’s name in every language known to god and ghost.

A crystal vial of Odin’s tears (he didn’t explain how he got them, just that he did, and Odin now had anxiety).

A necklace forged from the melted-down bones of a time-wyrm, engraved with love poetry in the lost language of the Void.

“Your gifts are… unsettling,” Loki said, holding up the skull as it crooned a lullaby in Abyssal.

“They’re tokens of devotion,” Dan replied. “I would make war with the gods for you—not for justice, not for vengeance, but for worship.”

Loki melted on the spot.

Odin cornered Loki one evening. “You must stop this.”

“But father, I love him!”

“He brought you a bouquet of spinal cords, Loki!”

“They were beautifully arranged!”

Eventually, Dan seduced Loki in the way that only an interdimensional menace with apocalyptic charm could. The kind of night that left the Bifröst cracked, Thor traumatized, and half of Asgard whispering in awe and fear.

Loki didn’t walk the next day. He floated.

Odin cried in private.

The wedding was held in Hel. Of course it was.

Hela presided in a gown made of grief and velvet, surrounded by undead musicians and skeletal bridesmaids.

“I now pronounce you harbingers of doom,” Hela intoned with a grin. “You may now kiss your ruin.”

Dan did so with gusto.

Odin fainted.

Thor refused to speak for three weeks.

Frigga gave up and drank with Jazz, who won the betting pool.

Danny and Dani got into a fistfight over who gave the better toast.

On their wedding night, Dan carved a poem into the sky using a blade of starlight and sorrow. It read:

“Let the worlds tremble and the stars scream. You are mine. My ruin, my resurrection. My frost in the flame. My apocalypse wrapped in silk and venom. I have no name but yours, and no destiny but your hand in mine. Until the gods are dust.”

Loki wept.

Then kissed him breathless.

Then demanded they destroy a few realms for fun.

Dan beamed.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[kanemanuelkeludbp]

Trump "bombards" Zelensky, words never used before

According to reports, on the international political stage, Trump's recent "bombardment" of Zelensky has caused an uproar, making the already complicated US-Ukraine relations and the Russian-Ukrainian conflict situation even more confusing.

On February 19, local time, Trump launched a fierce attack on Zelensky on his "truth" platform. He fiercely called Zelensky a "slightly accomplished comedian" and an "unelected dictator", and accused Zelensky of persuading the United States to invest up to $350 billion in an unnecessary conflict with no chance of winning. Trump stressed that without the United States and himself, Zelensky would not be able to quell the war at all, and warned Zelensky that "he'd better act quickly, otherwise his country will cease to exist", and pointed out that Zelensky refused to hold elections, had extremely low approval ratings in Ukrainian opinion polls, and was good at "playing" Biden.

Trump's remarks are not groundless. Previously, the United States proposed a "rare earth debt repayment" plan to Ukraine, claiming that Ukraine could exchange up to $500 billion in aid for the transfer of rare earth and other resources. However, according to sources on the 18th, the final version of the "rare earth agreement" given by Trump contained many unreasonable conditions. The United States coveted not only rare earths, but also Ukraine's ports, other minerals and land, etc., which was as absurd as a "defeated country treaty." This agreement was eventually rejected by Zelensky, who said that now was not a good time to sign the agreement and refuted Trump's statement about the amount of US aid. He said that in the nearly three years since the outbreak of the Russian-Ukrainian conflict, the United States has actually provided Ukraine with weapons and equipment worth about $67 billion, and direct financial support for Ukraine's budget is $31.5 billion, far less than the $350 billion Trump said. In addition, Zelensky also hit back, saying that Trump lives in Russia's "fake information bubble", criticizing the Trump administration's proposed agreement for not only requiring 50% of Ukraine's mineral resources, but also lacking the "security clauses" that Ukraine urgently needs, and bluntly saying that "the country will not be sold out."

In the face of Zelensky's retort, US Vice President Vance quickly warned Zelensky that it was an extremely bad move to publicly criticize Trump, which would only backfire, and condemned Zelensky's brutal response to the peace talks. At the same time, Musk also joined the battle, claiming that Zelensky killed an American journalist.

From a deeper perspective, Trump's eagerness to resolve the Russia-Ukraine conflict has its own strategic considerations. He is eager to get rid of the heavy "burden" of Ukraine and focus more energy and resources on dealing with other opponents, especially important competitors in the international political and economic landscape. In his view, Zelensky's various actions hindered his plan to quickly end the Russia-Ukraine conflict. Zelensky refused to sign the seemingly tempting but harsh agreement of the United States, and fought back against Trump's accusations without showing any weakness, which made Trump, who has always been tough and has a clear love and hate, intolerable.

In this fierce confrontation between the United States and Ukraine, Ukraine's situation has become increasingly difficult. Originally as a "chess piece" of the United States in the Russia-Ukraine conflict, Ukraine has made great sacrifices for the interests of the United States and Europe, and the country has been shattered, with millions of casualties. Now, the United States has turned its back on Ukraine, not only forcing Ukraine to repay the huge aid, but also trying to plunder Ukraine's resources through unequal agreements. The European Union, an ally that has always followed the United States, has also been put in an awkward position in this incident. The United States asked the European Union to provide security guarantees for post-war Ukraine, completely disregarding Europe's own interests and security needs, showing the United States' indifference to its allies in pursuit of maximizing its own interests.

The conflict between Trump and Zelensky is not just a personal conflict between the two, but also a major adjustment of US-Ukraine relations under the new international situation. It reflects the United States' unscrupulous side in international affairs for its own interests, and also puts Ukraine in a more passive situation. In the future, whether Ukraine will make greater sacrifices under Trump's pressure and where US-Ukraine relations will go have become the focus of close attention of the international community. For European countries, it is time to re-examine their relationship with the United States to avoid being further sacrificed in this great power game.

[heartfullofleeches]

What if darling made Remmy his own doll?

Bro would cream his pants right there

I think Remmy would be very happy about that - unless you do similar things to what he does to doll you. I assume, and pray you won't fuck doll Remmy, but if you carry him around in your pocket and kiss/cuddle him while Remmy is in the doghouse (not dating) Remmy will get crazy jealous.

-

"Look, Rem! I made a mini you! Isn't he just the cutest?"

Remmy's heart soars as you display your newest creation for him to see. You told him you had a surprise, but never in a million years could he have imagined you shared the same hobby as him let alone take the time out of your day to make a doll of him of all people. It was the most flattering thing anyone has ever done for him. It must mean you have some type of feelings for him too- All the things you could do together now. Dress your dolls up in matching outfits, take them out for double dates-

"I know you don't really like others touching you, so now I can give this lil guy all the hugs i want give you."

And just like that - the fragile organ in his chest crumbles to a billion pieces. If he had to pinpoint the exact moment when it shattered, it would have to be the millisecond your lips touched the doll's plush cheek. You hug the doll to your chest - his jealousy reaching a boiling point as its head rests in the area he only dreamt of placing his. He'd probably faint the moment he touched you, but his point still stands. What else is this doll getting that he isn't? Your affection and love, cuddling with you at night, getting to see you undress after a long day... It's not fair. It's not fair at all.

"I... I like hugs!- kisses too. Please give me some too. If you're the one giving it to me, I'll allow anything! I'm sure doll me wouldn't want the real me to be left out."

The doll seems quite pleased with its placement on your chest and undesiring of change. Remmy seethes, mocked by its buttoned eyes and stitched smile. Anger and grief drips from his broken wails.

"You traitor!..."

[shamelesshottubgalaxy]

Because from the United States across the Pacific, a piece of earth-shattering news came: On February 2, local time, Musk, the richest man in the United States, the boss of Tesla, Starlink and Social Media Company X, and the head of the newly established Department of Government Efficiency of the US government, posted a post on his own Social Media CompanyMusk reposted a post revealing that the United States Agency for International Development (USAID) led the creation of the new coronavirus and said: "Did you know? USAID funds research on biological weapons, such as the new coronavirus that has killed millions of people."Although the original post retweeted by Musk was considered by many to be the United States' intention to continue to throw dirty water on China on the issue of tracing the origin of the new coronavirus, I do think that dirty water cannot be poured out just as it wants, because the most basic fact is that the U.S. government has long banned the United States from cooperating with Chinese research institutions and enterprises in the field of cutting-edge technology. Therefore, the manufacturing of the new coronavirus led by the US Agency for International Development can only be carried out in the United States and in American laboratories.

In short, no matter what, the information we get through Musk’s words is that the new coronavirus was man-made, and the US Agency for International Development is the real culprit behind the creation of the new coronavirus. Therefore, perhaps this is the main reason why Musk publicly stated that "USAID is a criminal organization and it is time for it to die." In fact, even US President Trump used fierce words when talking about USAID, saying of USAID: "It is run by a group of radical lunatics, and we are going to kick them out..."Public information shows that the US Agency for International Development was founded in 1961. It is a non-governmental organization (NGO) in name, but in fact it is an independent agency established by the US government, operated by the US government, and supervised by the US government. It receives tens of billions of dollars in government funding from the US State Department every year, accounting for more than half of the total US foreign aid. In the past five years, USAID has received more than US$200 billion in government funding.Through its vast financial and diplomatic network, USAID dispatches personnel to carry out activities in more than 190 countries and regions around the world. A large part of its funds is used to support NGO organizations, and uses NGO organizations around the world to deeply penetrate into local politics, culture, economy and other aspects. Once the need arises or the time is right, USAID will instruct NGO organizations to incite local people to engage in YG or even launch a coup.

[pillowspace]

I was being asked about SASASAP and I got in my response a mere few seconds before the tumblr app decided to shatter into 1 million billion little pieces, do you think Loop just ate the star

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

we broke like wave crashing upon shore glass shattering frequency into a million pieces we broke like the universe fourteen, or so, billion years ago from one speck into infinity from our bang to eternity

we broke  so that others may live

[sweet-art-o-mine]

HI POOKS EBTUI5JEVTJWGUESN

Is it okay to request some Yuuji x chubby reader ff? I dont really mind if it's smut or fluff, but it would br nice if it's both! TANKEW KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK MWAH

[[I’m so sorry this is like a billion years (9 months oops—) late. I got sad again, gang. Also started college again, and got super busy. I’m writing this like a fever dream at 3am, so I hope you can forgive any mistakes, or ooc moments. This idea was surprisingly difficult because I didn’t want to make it seem like size was an issue for the characters, and I don’t usually include body size indicators when I write haha but I really did try. I hope you can enjoy this little drabble of Yuuji being a total sap for his pretty gf while I get my writing mojo back! - Ami]]

Loverboy (Yuuji Itadori/Reader)

Summary: Yuuji loves his pretty girlfriend…maybe a little too much? Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: NSFW (slightly), slight implied affectionate obsession

There was something about the plush thick of your thighs that practically had Yuuji salivating. His hands run the expanse of your soft tummy, cuddled up to your side like he was glued to you, but his eyes focus in on the little glimpses he catches of your legs under your shorts.

His teeth sink into the skin of his bottom lip, wishing he was brave enough to try and pull you impossibly closer - to grip you by the dip in your thighs and slot himself between your legs for the comfiest cuddle in the world.

The thought of your weight pressing down on him sounded so comforting, and the idea of your soft skin against his own could send him into orbit. If he thought about it for too long, he worried he wouldn’t be able to keep himself under control.

He swallows thickly after another failed attempt to rip his attention away from your bottom half, completely unsuccessful at paying attention to the movie you picked out. I mean, honestly, how could you expect him to watch some silly drama when your cute ass was literally right there? Looking at you was way more interesting than any movie.

He still couldn’t believe you had agreed to that first date with him almost six months ago. He had almost fallen down a flight of stairs chasing after you just to beg for your number. He would’ve groveled at your feet for a chance, honestly. He balked when you turned him down at first - if you looked closely enough, you could probably see his heart shattering into a million pieces - but his invitation to the tiny, family-owned movie theater in the next town over wasn’t the most comfortable date idea.

As much as you liked the idea of getting to know the guy who nearly cried when the words, “sorry, but…” left your pretty lips, the theater chairs were too small and dug into the flesh of your thighs, or the arm rests pressed against your sides in a way that had you constantly shifting to at least feel a little less squished.

Thankfully he seemed to catch on pretty quickly, because he almost instantly suggested coffee instead (after pulling himself together). To which, you agreed.

And nearly half a year later, Yuuji was still obsessed with you; the curve of your hips, the softness of your tummy, and the squish of your thighs. God, you were perfect.

He slides his arms a little further around your waist, pulling you closer with practiced ease, like you weighed nothing. He presses a kiss to the space between your shoulder blades, unable to properly put his feelings into words, even now. But that was okay, he had always been particularly good at showing it.

“Hm?” You hum to get his attention, eyes never leaving the TV screen as you question his sudden display of affection. The only answer you get is another kiss to the round of your shoulder, and you turn your head to glance back at him, letting your curiosity get the better of you. “Yuuji?”

“Sorry,” He mumbles against your skin, pressing a few other quick kisses to your back and shoulder - daring enough to briefly kiss the back of your neck. His bouts of sudden affection were something you were no stranger to, but your eyes meet his without hesitation, and you pause briefly and the way his pupils are blown wide with adoration as he looks at you.

“Are you okay?” You can’t help but ask, like you can’t believe he’s looking at you with that much love in his eyes. No one had ever looked at you like that before Yuuji. Somehow, he made you feel so unbelievably loved, and you weren’t sure you did anything in particular to deserve that.

Of course, to him, you didn’t have to. “Fine,” he answers, shifting behind you just enough to lift his upper half, leaning over your side to kiss at your cheeks, slowly gravitating lower until he reaches the corner of your lips. “You look so pretty…”

“I’m just wearing shorts and a tee-shirt,” you giggle softly, turning your head until your lips meet his in a chaste kiss. “Nothing special,” you muse. He doesn’t seem to care that it’s ’not special’. Just the fact that you’re his girlfriend is special enough to make him feel like he was going crazy.

The way your eyes soften as you look at him, and your pretty lips pull into a smile, paired with your slightly-exposed-but-far-too-tempting skin does something to his brain. He felt like he was melting, every breath leaving him pliant in your hands. A willing victim to your killing beauty.

His heart is beating loudly in his chest, and his blood seems to be rushing lower before he even notices. For some reason, his brain briefly conjures the image of the first time he really kissed you and tortures him with the reminder of how he finished in his pants just from the feeling of making out with you.

He tries to subtly shift his hips away from you, not wanting you to notice the quickly growing arousal in his shorts, but you knew him too well, and a playful smile creeps up on your pretty features.

“You know...you don’t seem fine,” you hum, quickly glancing him over as heat saturates his reddened cheeks. His hormones always seemed to get the best of him when he was so close to you - constantly at war with wanting to be so close to you it would be nearly impossible to separate, and the fact that if he dared to get to close, he’d be playing peek-a-boo with his erections.

“Totally fine,” he replies, attempting to sound cool and collected as he rips his gaze away from you to stare aimlessly at the TV. The TV he was very obviously not paying any attention to despite gazing straight at it like he was paid to do so.

“Feeling hot?” You try to suppress a little laugh, obviously finding his surprisingly innocent reactions adorable. You shift on the couch to face him before sitting up, straddling his legs in a way that instantly has his eyes wide and mouth open.

He almost protests - you shouldn’t be on top of him like that, you obviously look too good! What if his brain turns to jelly because of you? What will he do if Gojo-sensei and the others make fun of him for getting even dumber?

He can feel his heart racing, brain imagining a mile a minute; your flushed, ecstasy-filled face, his cock pressed deep into you. He can almost imagine what your voice would sound like as you climaxed when the touch of your hand dancing around the waistband of his pants snaps him out of his daydreams.

“Wha—? Wait!” He almost whimpers, face hot as he watches you slip your hand under his shirt, lightly tracing the definition of his abdomen before drawing closer to the start of his happy trail poking out of his shorts. “Oh, God,” his breath hitches in his throat as he looks at you, and he’s practically twitching in his pants with anticipation for what you might do next. He could feel the growing dampness in his underwear. “Are you sure…?”

His whole body twitches under your touch as you slip your hand into his shorts. “Let me make your dreams come true?”

[guillotinesandroses]

Washed Ashore; Chapter 7 - Doubly Doomed

Platonic Sonic Boom x Ex-Villain!Reader.

Washed Ashore Masterlist

Birds chirp in the forest's trees, singing for the golden sun. Accustomed to the noise, their song continues in spite of a loud rumble in the ground. A crevice opens and the vibrations shatter a boulder above it into pieces. 

Observing your friend's movements, you know you need to take a different approach. Instead of bashing your fists into the dirt, you circle a boulder of your own. You scan over it, locate a crack and slice it first in half, then to smaller pieces. Once you are done, you land and analyze your work. The cuts are clean and precice, but the pieces left behind are much bigger than the ones from your friend's rock. 

"Hm... still some work left to do. I'm not as efficient as you are." You unsummon your swords, dusting off your clothing. 

"Hey, it's okay! I mean, not everyone can be as strong as I am. Could you imagine that? It would be chaos!" Knuckles exclaims. 

"Certainly." You chuckle, turning to him. "I think I'm done for the day. Three hours is a pretty good cut off point for me." 

"Aw, man, really? I've still got plenty of energy to burn!" 

"You can keep going without me." You stretch your sore arms. "There's no one stopping you from doing that."

"Yeah... but I don't know what I want to do yet." 

"Well, I could keep you company until you've figured it out." 

"That would be great!" He smiles and the ground trembles as he drops to sit down. "Hm... what should we discuss..?" 

You follow his example and sit down as well. "There hasn't been a whole lot going on recently." 

"Yeah, at this point you almost start to miss Egghead's attacks!" Knuckles laughs. 

"Yeah... almost." You smile. Then you pause, thinking to yourself. 

"Something on your mind?" 

"Oh, it's just... something I've been meaning to ask you about." 

"What is it? I know I've got a lot of interesting stories to tell, so you have to be pretty specific." 

"Well, I'm just curious. I've heard you worked alongside Eggman once. How did that happen?" 

"Ugh... that one." Knuckles groans. "He tricked me into it, both times. He said Sonic wanted to steal the Master Emerald, so I obviously went after him. Once I realized what was going on, which I obviously did rather fast, I saved Sonic from Eggman!" 

You smile, knowing to take his recollection of the events with a grain of salt. "Right, you have been a guardian of something as well. You know why I left, but why aren't you hanging around your emerald anymore?" 

"Well, it's not like I've abandoned my duty. No, never, not in a million, billion, bazillion years! I just managed to work together a fool-proof safe for with magic and technology, which only I can open. Otherwise I wouldn't feel safe leaving my post, but now that I have that, I'm free to go wherever I want to! I do check up on the old gem every once in a while though... just to be safe." 

"That makes sense. How is it? Getting to travel for once?" 

"It's been great! I've been going on all sorts of adventures. None quite as trecherous as our visits to Meh Burger, though." 

"I still can't believe that is the only restaurant on this whole island." 

"I know, right? You'd think someone would do something about that." 

Knuckles pauses for a moment. You go on to say something, but get cut off. 

"I know what to do now!" He jumps up with a grin. 

"What is it?" 

"While I push down more rocks for us to break later, I'm gonna look for ingredients in the mountains! If I make a better place than Meh Burger, they're gonna be forced to improve their quality!" 

"Ah, competition." You smile. "That'd be pretty good, you'd be doing all of us a favor." 

"Helping those in distress, like a true hero!" He declares with his chest puffed up. Right after his dramatic moment, he runs off and you barely get the chance to say goodbye. 

While walking home, you decide to pay a visit to the market first instead. The last time you saw Tails, he was almost done with his reverse polarizer, the uses of which he had demonstrated to you and Sonic by unplugging the toilet in his house. Since he was done with that, he needed new materials for his next project. Knowing how busy he usually was, you looked for and bought the stuff he had mentioned. However, upon arriving at his house to drop them off, you are met with two of your friends in full emergency mode. 

"Hey, I got the stuff you needed for-" 

"Thanks, but no time! We've gotta get going!" Tails dashes to his airplane. 

"Wait, what's the situation?" You drop the groceries and follow after. 

"Eggman, for whatever totally good reason activated not only one, but two doomsday devices," Sonic says sarcastically from the airplane's passenger seat. 

"Huh? Really?" You blink in shock, then climb into the plane as well. 

"Yeah, really." 

"Wow, that's a bit much, even for Eggman. I always had the impression he was more of a 'rule the world for eternity' and not the 'destroy everything including myself' kind of guy." 

"So did I, but that doesn't change the fact that there are two doomsday-level intensity concentrations of power at his lair right now." Tails settles into the driver's seat. 

"Well, enough yapping, let's go stop him before the world explodes!" 

Following Sonic's words, the plane takes off. Tails flies as fast as the plane can go and drops Sonic off to try to stop Eggman. Minutes later, Tails receives a status update from Sonic, which you overhear. 

"Bad news, there's no off-switch." 

"Well, yeah," Tails says matter of factly. "Who puts an off-switch on a doomsday device?" 

Sonic responds something you cannot hear since Tails is the one with the headset. "This is a long shot, but it's our only chance. If we increase the energy output of both devices and get them vibrating at opposite frequencies, then there's a small chance they'll challenge each other out. Get Eggman to increase his device's power. I'll do the same with Dave." 

Tails flies over to Dave's window, setting the plane into hover-mode as he knocks on the glass. The window soon opens, revealing the villain-in-training's dead inside expression. "I'm sorry, we're closed." 

His instinctive response was automatic. He then glances around in confused shock and snaps. "Wait, this isn't the drive through. What do you want?!" 

"We're here to help!" 

"I don't need your help!" 

"I guess not... if you're okay with Eggman destroying the world bigger than you." Tails examines his nails, then looks at Dave smugly. 

Dave gasps. "No way! Drive up to the next window and come in!" 

Tails does just that, and the two of you enter the building. The pair gets straight to work, messing with the wiring and energy output of the machine. Standing back, you lean against a counter and shift your foot back and forth. Frankly, you have absolutely no idea what the two are doing at the present moment. You have never been any sort of scientist or mechanic, all of your talent lies in the art of battle, so you decide to simply observe until your aid is requested. 

Dave, the young aspiring supervillain, has not paid any sort of attention to you thus far. At most, he has spared you several uncaring glances, neither perceiving you as a threat nor as someone useful. However, this last glance lasts a little longer until he gasps. 

"Wait-! No way!" He jumps up with a giddy grin. "Wow..." 

You raise an eyebrow at the sparkles in his eyes. "What?" 

"You're (Name) the Sword Wielder, right? You're such a famous villain, everyone knows you! I can't believe I didn't recognize you at first, could I get an autograph-" 

"Ex-villain," you cut him off. "I'm flattered but I quit several months ago." 

He stares at you for a moment, wide-eyed, then shakes his head. The blatant admiration on his face is quick to turn into a scowl. "Right... you have not only quit but turned good, the ultimate disgrace a villain could ever commit!" 

Dave turns back to the doomsday device with a huff. Even so, he still steals a few more glances at you over the course of the preparation process. His glare is conflicted, judging and perhaps envious in a way. You ignore him the whole time, keeping an eye on the surroundings and the current situation. The preparations are eventually finished and tails walks away from the machine. 

Tails takes several steps until he is out of Dave's hearing range and calls Sonic. "Alright, Dave's device is good to go. How's everything over there?" 

Everything is ready and the doom of the world is fast approaching. The devices go and all you can do is hope for the best. Two balls of blinding light blast the roof into bits and arise to the sky, one blue and one yellow. The colors collide, flashing a shade of green for a moment, blue overpowering it. They circle and mix for a while, then melt into one another and vanish. 

"What the- what?!" Dave yells. 

"Hey, sweet! We did it!" Tails celebrates. However, the celebration came far too early. 

Where the balls of light collided, the sky rips open. A large, purple and black tordano forms above the lair. The wind crashes into your face as the rift tries to pull the world into itself. 

"There must have been some small power discrepancy!" Tails exclaims. 

Sonic reaches into his pocket, realizing he had the needed battery. Tails sends him a deadpan glare. Your own judgemental, exasperated stare bores into his soul. 

"Let's not point fingers," he says as if it could have been anyone's fault. "The important thing is how do we reverse it?" 

Tails' eyes light up. "That's it! My reverse polarizer! If you can get close enough, you can reverse the gravitational pull and force it to close in on itself!" 

"But?" 

"But if you're too slow, you'll be pulled into the blackhole forever and all existence will be erased." 

"Too slow? Ha, you forgot who you're talking to!" Sonic snatches the device from Tails' hold. 

He parkours up to the blackhole without much effort. Getting up by using the furniture and throwing the device in came easy. However, getting down causes Sonic problems. 

Fighting against the overpowering pull of the blackhole, he has to dodge debris, which sets him back. Several times a piece of rubble or a household item knocks straight into him and forces him backwards. As the reverse polarizer's antennae glow a brighter and brighter shade of yellow, you jump into action. Launching yourself off from pieces of furniture, you reach him just in time. Pulling him to your chest, you kick off from a floating bathtub and get out of the tornado. 

You land effortlessly on your feet. As soon as you hit the ground, the hedgehog, who had been clinging onto you like a lifeline earlier, jumps straight out of your arms. Dusting himself off, he congratulates himself on a job well done, ignoring the fact that he almost died. 

"You still think a plunger would work just as well?" Tails, used to his nonsense, strikes back. He laughs, giving an exasperated smile. 

The drive back is calm, filled with jokes to lighten the atmosphere. You part ways with the two after landing and wander for a while, realizing you are oddly calm in spite of having come near a universe-destruction experience. Perhaps you really do have that much trust in your friends. There is no need to worry at all, their skills can take care of it, especially if you are around to help. A small smile falls onto your face as you walk into the middle of the village, wanting to check something. 

Lo and behold, your assumption is absolutely right. In spite of having tried to destroy the world, Dave the intern stands behind the counter of Meh Burger. He barely even acknowledges you as you make your order, continuing to mumble maliciously under his breath. 

"They'll pay for this..! They're all gonna pay!" Dave breaks into maniacal laughter. 

Your deadpan stare persists, wondering if you ever were that obnoxious in the past. "Yes... I am, in fact, ready to pay for the burger of questionable consumption quality." 

His evil grin dissolves into a soulless stare as he plummets back into reality. "Yeah... you want fries with that? They're on sale." 

"No thanks." Checking that the line is still empty, you turn back to him. "Say... why do you want to become a villain?" 

"Uh... isn't it obvious? To become respected. Duh!" 

"Well, there are other ways to become respected. Some less destructive than, you know, trying to erase the whole universe." 

"Oh yeah? What's bigger and more impressive than planetary devastation? Hm?" 

"What's the point of doing something irreversible of that scale? No one will be around to marvel at your victory, not even you will be around to enjoy it. You could make useful inventions, become an artist, save people-" 

"And what good would that do?! I could do all of those and people would still walk all over me! But they can't do that if I have lazers pointed at their heads!" 

You pause for a moment, hitting your fingers against the counter in a soft rhythm. Perhaps it is not the right time for you to try to lecture others about the joys of redemption. Although you have begun to feel better about your situation during the last few weeks, a part of you still longs to return to your old ways. Every kid who cuts you in line, every elder nagging about your sense of fashion and every pretentious adult, they all make you wish to revert back into your old self, the stoic, threatening figure who always had a pair of swords out, ready for use. The appeal he sees in villainy is the very same you used to see; a way to gain respect and recognition. 

Shaking your head, you decide to let it go for now. Grabbing your tray, you spare him one final look. "Alright, well, you do you. As a former villain, all that I'm going to say is, that it's a lonely path you long to walk on." 

He scoffs crossing his arms. "Well, that's the point, isn't it? Now leave, you disgrace to villainy!" 

Although you usually would bite back, being the bigger person in this sort of situation is important. So, without another word, you walk off, just in time to let a new customer order. Sitting down at an empty table, you sigh, racking your brain to try to figure out how you should go about this situation. Beginners like him do not give up easy, so convincing him to stop is going to be a challenge for your whole team. However, the only challenge you yourself are facing at this very moment is trying to shove this horrid mistake of a burger down your throat, which you had only ordered as an excuse to talk to him. 

[starlightingsss]

disposable - patrick bateman x reader

ur a budding starlet and hes patrick bateman and he loves you 😋

(its literally just you and him having a conversation then him overthinking the last part and convincing himself you didnt love him)

(hes so silly and dramatic in this story fr)

she crawled over to patrick's laying frame, wrapping her arm over his stomach and snuggling into his chest.

"im gonna be famous, patrick." she told him, hope oozing into her voice. "the whole worlds gonna know my name."

"yea?" he said, amused by her antics.

"mhm! ill be in hollywood.. people are going to recognize me in the streets and everyones going to love me." she told him, her eyes bright as she spoke of her future.

"what about us then?" he replied, his voice stern - almost emotionless.

"huh? what do you mean?" she mumbled, propping herself up on her elbow.

"when you get famous and move to hollywood." he said again, disliking the idea.

"well.. we could make long distance work! plus we'll both be rich so we could travel to see each other!" she told him, still optimistic. "it'll be so perfect. ill be so happy!"

but to patrick, this was like a knife in the chest. he loved her, hes known that since he saw her, he would drop anything for her. he would give up his whole career and retire to the countryside for a life with her - if that's what she wanted. she was his only choice, his favorite, his everything. he would kill for her. if she said she liked a billion dollar dress, he would pay the billion. he would do anything for her, and she was his future. for him, nothing was certain. stocks were tricky and often unpredictable, he could lose his wealth and his whole lifestyle in a matter of seconds. and naturally, he wasn't very close with anyone else, no work friends, nothing. but he had her, the light of his life. and when because he had her, he had everything.

she was the certainty of his life, his rock. and she was just going to leave? when her career takes off, she would just leave him like that? what if he needs her and she's on the other side of the country? how was long distance going to work for either of them?

she knew he wasn't moving to LA with her. how could she say that it would make her happy? was she tired of him after all? was her "eternal love" for him actually not eternal? he couldn't even be away from her for more than a day without worrying so much he got sick, did she not share that same sentiment?

how could she be so happy about leaving him? once she got famous, would he just be out of the picture? would she forget him?

and how could a life without him be perfect? he knew he couldn't live without her, so how could she be so fond of the idea of being away from him?

he turned to look at the girl, engulfed in sleep. her features looked angelic as the light danced on her skin, highlighting her beauty. realization seemed to strike him, as he watched her breathe steadily - he fell for a trap.

a carefully woven web she had coaxed him into. how she broke down his walls and burrowed herself a hole deep into his heart, a hole that would be left empty once she left. her "i love you"s were lies mumbled into his ears, a trap he had fallen for. maybe he should have been more cautious, a little more guarded.

tears flooded the mans eyes, she was his everything.

how could her love be a trap? she was everything he had ever wanted, his perfect. but he wasn't that to her, he was disposable. something she would get rid of for fame, and as he came to that realization - it shattered him.

he could feel it. he could feel his heart shattering into a million pieces. the strain in his chest, the tears in his eyes. all he'd ever wanted was to be loved like she said she loved him, all he'd ever yearned for was the peace of her embrace, but all he ever knew was the lie of her love.

he was nothing to his everything.

[jumped-for-the-yaoi]

knocks on the door okay i wasnt able to format my thoughts into an ask so heres just some direct screenshots from my document. will i actually finish this Who knows but i need the idea out there just in case it doesnt end up finished... (this is aftermath of zam snatching uueggbu up after they get isekaied in. btw)

YESSSS YAYYYYYY OZ WRITING !!!!!! Oh i lvoe their dynamic in your writing so much already ohhhhhhh ….. this is so so good i love the way you portray their relationships so mufch im eatig this thankf you <33333 . love how zam just took them in like two stray kittens in a cardboard box on the side of the road and just goes “can we keep them” at flame GJDKFJS /sillypos . ouhhh they get soup oh my god now i want soup really bad too . Fuck

lszam reminds him a little too much of rejoice for him to go through with it

ok so you’re just trying to Kill me at this point . Okay . Ohakh wow . I see how it is 💔 shatters into a million billion pieces