#i refuse to retire them without a fight though!!!!!

[thatgirlwithasquid]

okay! as expected there is definitely gonna be a ways to go here but for my second ever lot of lino prints, and first time using the medium after like 5 years(?) its not that bad

[nmakii]

Yan!Alastor with a sweet little doe reader that loves to stay close to them and is rather clingy? Cuddles are a must, light kisses on the chin, wanting to walk together with held hands, physical contact is basically their love language! 🥰 even going for his fluffy ears cause who wouldn’t?? I love your writing btw! It makes me happy whenever you have something new for us ❤️

SAY YOU’LL NEVER LEAVE ME!

— yandere!alastor x clingy!reader

— AGH!! this made me scream thank you sm i love you!!! violence warning! pure yandere fluff 😲

is in love with how clingy you are! you refuse to leave his side, and he didn’t even need to force you! alastor loves a submissive darling who’d do what he desires without asking

not to mention how innocent you are! how did such a sweet little doe such as yourself get into hell? st. peter must have been mistaken!

because of your pure nature, alastor would only want the best things for his darling! just promise him to be his forever, and the rest of hell will be in the palm of your hand.

alastor himself isn’t one for physical touch though. he doesn’t mind keeping you at his side nor does he mind the kisses, don’t get it wrong, he adores your kisses! touching his ears though may be harder to adjust to.

he hates the reminder that he is a prey animal, he himself enjoys being the predator. your gentle touch against his fluffy ears and antlers as he twitches under your touch makes him quite uncomfortable to the fact you’re touching his weakest and most sensitive spot.

eventually, he grows to accept the fact that to be yours, he must make some sort of sacrifice. and if it’s this, so be it…

although, because of your clingy behavior, it only raises his possessiveness. seeing you even talking to someone else would make his blood boil.

especially if it is someone alastor has conflict with; seeing you even be approached by lucifer or vox would make him jealous; his smile would grow strained, his murderous intent thick in the air, enough to cut with a knife.

against lucifer or fellow overlords, alastor wouldn’t act upon it. despite his huge ego, he knows better than to pick a fight with demons who are more powerful than him.

to those who are lesser than him… unfortunately, they’re not as lucky.

of course though, being the gentleman he is, he refuses to taint your soul with all the carnage and bloodshed he commits to keep you as his sweet doe.

‘LIVE ON AIR’ the neon sign in alastor’s broadcast station lit up as the speakers across pentagram city came to life. a man begging for his life, screaming as various noises were heard. one could only assume the radio demon was tearing his soul to pieces.

the sound of flesh being ripped apart was gruesome as the sinner’s bloodcurdling screams grew weaker. the sound of his corpse being hit against the walls of the station at least 40 times until alastor threw the body onto the floor.

when the man screamed no more, alastor’s voice was heard, sighing deeply, as if all his pent-up stress had just been released before joyful music started playing in the background. “good evening, sinners! take this broadcast as a reminder not to mess with what belongs to me! lest you’d like me to feast on your screams.” alastor warned before he laughed maniacally. and then he was gone once more.

after releasing all of his fury, he returned back to your shared bedroom, his cute little doe in pretty jammies he bought for you. so comfy in bed while hugging a plushie of a manically-cute red kitty, the antlers on its’ head resembling alastor’s. “alastor, what took so long?” you pouted as he began to retire in his nightwear, first taking off his bowtie.

“forgive me, my doe. there were many things to cover tonight on my radio broadcast…” he smiled, pinching your plump cheeks; so yummy and jiggly under his touch. “could i make it up to you tonight?” he smiled widely.

“ugh, then hurry up, please?!” you hit the sheets in frustration. “ahaha… just be patient, my darling.” he patted your head, getting into bed with you. turning off the lights before he wrapped his lanky arms around your waist, burying his face in your hair and leaving a trail of light kisses over your head.

the next time you’d see alastor’s broadcast station, a peculiar skeleton is pinned, adding a grotesque look to the hotel

[burningcheese-merchant]

Merchant! Please, rant to us about the mythological inspirations of the BurningCheese!

The fact that I came home and sat down and wrote out a detailed post for this ask... The fact that I did research into Hindu mythology for BurningCheese inspo in the first place... (sidenote: Hinduism is legitimately interesting, I had genuine fun learning about it even outside of cringe shipping bs)

THE FACT THAT THERE'S ACTUAL SHIT TO WORK WITH...

Buckle up, buckaroos lol (I'll put it under a cut in case it turns out really long)

Do note that I am not a religious scholar nor a follower of Hinduism, and I didn't do a suuuuuuuper deep dive. I spent a few hours reading different articles/sources and looking at some paintings and the like. Whatever I say is what I derived from my own personal understanding (and my old notes), which may well be flawed!

Let's start with the obvious.

Burning Spice is directly inspired by Shiva, Hindu god of destruction. Important note: in the actual religion, Shiva is not malevolent; the destruction he brings is considered a necessary part of life and the foundation of cosmic balance. He can be temperamental and violent, yes, but he is by and large a pretty decent guy and performs his duty in the cycle of life and death without complaint (obviously, this is where Spice deviates lol)

His hair is a fucking pitch black jungle. Matted af. Just like Burning Spice's. I just felt like saying that lmao (they both look like shit, Shiva wears animal skins and dead people's ashes and doesn't brush his damn hair. HE WENT TO HIS OWN WEDDING LOOKING LIKE THAT! (Until Parvati told him to please freshen up and he went "yes dear, anything for you <3" and manifested fancy groom attire))

Now let's poke our heads into the rabbit hole.

Parvati is Shiva's wife, whom he adores and is wholly devoted to (and vice versa).

She is revered as a life-giver. A goddess of creation, love, devotion, and... ABUNDANCE.

Parvati has many forms. Her original form is that of a beautiful woman wearing a red sari, with a GOLDEN HEADDRESS/HEADBAND and LOTS OF GOLD JEWELRY AND PRECIOUS STONES, WHICH SHE LOVES.

She's very beloved by pretty much everyone. She's elegant, vivacious, and revered as a doting wife and mother

I'm not finished.

One of Parvati's forms is that of a fierce warrior woman called Durga. She is powerful, confident, and no less beautiful than her original self

She has many arms, and a sacred weapon in each one. One of which is a GOLDEN SPEAR.

Durga is regarded as a goddess of protection, war and destruction - but not the malevolent sort. She fights and destroys the forces of evil, for the sake of others'; the destruction she brings is in the name of protecting and liberating innocents, and empowering creation

One of her epithets is Mahamoha, which means "great delusion" - and in this context, the delusion/ignorance derives from intense desire and attachment

Now, with all of that said, I'm gonna tell you guys a story.

Shiva's first wife was Sati, daughter of Daksha. Though they were madly in love, Daksha despised him and never approved of their relationship

The blood between them was so bad that Daksha declined to invite either of them to the yajna (VERY important ritual sacrifice) he was hosting. Against both social norms and Shiva's advice, Sati showed up anyway, which led to her father cruelly insulting her, her marriage and basically her whole fucking life in front of everybody

In protest of everyone's derision of her and the life she chose to live, she throws herself on the sacrificial fire and thus kills herself (extreme and unnecessary, I know lol). Shiva finds out and LOSES. HIS. SHIT. Shows up, goes on a rampage, hurts a bunch of people, beheads Daksha (whom he revives and pardons eventually)

In his grief, Shiva basically decides to retire from everything and seclude himself in the mountains, denouncing the world and everything in it and refusing to interact with anyone or anything

Sati ends up reincarnating as Parvati. She remembers exactly who she is/was, and made it her mission to return to Shiva's side and rekindle their relationship

Shiva doesn't buy that that's his beloved and rebuffs her. She doesn't give up. She tries over and over again to convince him and win his affection. She endures harsh weather without appropriate clothes, starvation, the faces of her own fears and doubts, endlessly; all while continuously performing acts of religious penance/piety. So unwavering is she in her strength and devotion that Shiva eventually, finally realizes that that really is the woman he loved and lost

They reunite and remarry quickly (and it was a big blowout event, too! Very important, there are even several sculptures depicting it!) and they live happily ever after

And a short summary of their union:

Shiva and Parvati are considered complementary forces; one without the other does not make sense and simply cannot be. Parvati is the warm, life-affirming, creative force that balances Shiva's cold, world-denying, destructive one. She's portrayed as having lured Shiva away from his lonely, ascetic lifestyle and showed him the value of life, love and marriage. They're almost always depicted together in artworks, as they're admired/adored not only for their loving partnership, but for the way they uphold cosmic order together. They are life and death. Attachment and detachment. ABUNDANCE AND DESTRUCTION.

It's commonly stated that Parvati is the outright source of Shiva's power. His shakti (not super sure how to explain what this is, it's not very simple. It's... ultimate cosmic energy, basically). She encourages and energizes him. Without her, he is incomplete

They have two kids :P two sons, Ganesha and Kartikeya. (I DID NOT KNOW THIS when I first made up the fankids, I just happened to guess the correct number of kids to give them lol. I thus decided to partially base Pepper Jack on Ganesha and Matar Paneer on Kartikeya, enjoy those links where I explain properly haha (and you can look through their tags to see more abt them if you want))

They also jointly represent harmony between sexes. Shiva is the male aspect, Parvati is the female

They also jointly symbolize love, devotion and sexuality and are said to have a lot of sex (and are also often depicted having sex)

Let me walk you guys through it all one more time. A god who, in his endless rage and grief, chose to forsake the world and all within it, for he believed he had nothing left to value from it...

Who is temperamental, violent, and is not above lashing out at others when he feels wronged... who can and will destroy everything in his path... (You don't need screenshot evidence of this but whatever lol)

Who will lash out at others if they dare to lay their hands on his counterpart, or otherwise keep him away from her...

... And his counterpart, a beautiful, vibrant, benevolent goddess who can take many different forms, including that of an elegant queen adorned with gold and gems, and a great, fearless warrior... (You notice how there's some red in her Soul Jam now? There's that bit of Destruction, used to defend others...)

Who's known and loved for the boundless love and warmth and charity she bestows upon one and all...

Who's known as a creator, a life-giver; who so cherishes the world and what she makes that she allows herself to descend into madness in pursuit of preserving it all... Whose desire and attachment led to ignorance and delusion...

Who, in stubborn defiance of the cruelties she faced, chose to remove herself from them and from the world itself for a time, only to eventually return with her identity and life's purpose still intact, and livelier than ever...

Who takes the form of a hero, a protector of the innocent, a warrior who battles against evil and seeks to vanquish oppression and tyranny...

And together, she and he make up the foundation of the world. The threads with which the great tapestry of the universe is woven. Life and death. Attachment and love for the world, and detachment from and contempt for it. A woman dressed in the finest garments and jewelry, and a man who embodies the unforgiving wilderness in which he sequesters himself.

Abundance and Destruction.

In conclusion: Burning Spice and Golden Cheese are literally Shiva and Parvati, they are husband and wife, they NEED each other and are meant to be together, together they create and maintain the balance of life and the universe, we must all band together and demand that Devsisters release the cutscene that shows their wedding, they are the bride and the ugly ass groom fr fr

[tiki-was-here]

Garden of Flesh

Homelander x Genderfluid Supe Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Cw: Suicidal thoughts

P2

images by diana-foggy-master

yeah i dont know how what was essentially a crack pregnancy fic evolved to this (this is essentially just a little backstory to the reader and Homelanders relationship)

Anyways the reader has powers that are like Atom Eve but only with organic substances, so plants and animals and humans. This coupled with working for Vought obviously gave them some major issues and they are now very lonely and very very mentally unwell.

There were few places left in the world where you could disappear without leaving a trace. Fewer still where people wouldn’t ask questions about the strange way your hair seemed to change color within the second, or how you always looked just slightly different from when they last saw you, no matter how long it’d been.

The forest had always welcomed you, though. Trees didn’t ask questions and moss didn’t care who you used to be. And if your body melted into the bark of a willow when the wind carried drones overhead, well—that was no one’s business but yours.

After years working for Vought under Witness Protection, writing fake identities and changing your face every few months, disappearing was second nature. You used to handle most of the company’s off-the-books relocations—whistleblowers, compromised assets, ex-supes trying to retire. You’d build them a new life and make their bodies match it. Eyes, bone structure, fingerprints, blood types. All organic.

But despite your efforts they just kept pushing. Asking of you things that anyone who isn't a God should even think about. 

You’d known since you were a child that humans were ever curious about the ways man could die, the ways they could suffer…but you refused to play God.

So you ran.

It didn’t surprise you when they sent someone after you. You just didn’t expect them to send him.

The sky cracked open above the treeline with a sonic pop, and the pine needles around you flattened in the invisible quake of displaced air. Birds screamed and scattered. You didn’t move, not even when the golden-red blur stilled above the clearing.You’d seen him on more posters than you could count, but nothing prepared you for the gravity of him in person. The smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. The inhuman steadiness of his gaze.

.“There you are,” he said. “Didn’t even leave a trail. That was impressive.”

You didn’t move. “I’m not interested in fighting you.”

“Well, that’s great. You can make this easy for both of us then. Just come with me.”

You raised your hand. Before he could blink, you forced every muscle in his body to lock up. His arms froze in place. His legs wouldn’t move. You felt the pull in your chest as you did it—like a second heartbeat syncing with his.

It was the kind of touchless puppeteering that turned your stomach. But you had no intention to  tear him apart. You just held him there. Limbs locked in midair. Eyes widened, furious, confused.

“What the fuck—”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” you said, and your voice stayed steady despite the churn in your gut. “I’d never do that.”

He struggled against your grip, but it was a waste of energy. He didn’t understand what was happening—not yet. You held him perfectly still, his body suspended midair by invisible threads woven through nerves and muscle. His heart was beating faster, harder. If you wanted to, you could slow it down. Stop it. But you didn’t.

“You wanted to find me,” you said, your voice calm. “Well, now you have.”

He stared. For once, he didn’t seem to have anything ready to say.

“Are you here to bring me in?” you asked.

Still he said nothing, his mouth tight, jaw clenched.

“Vought probably told you that I went rogue. That I’m dangerous. But you don’t know why. Do you?”

“You are dangerous,” he said finally.

You laughed once, humorless. “Did you even read my file? Or did you just fly around fantasizing about how you’d kill me when you found me?” You stepped toward him, never once breaking eye contact.

“You strike me as the kind of guy who likes to take his time. Maybe tear me apart limb by limb? Probably have me on my knees, begging you to let me live… only to finish me off anyway, just for fun.”

He barked, “Is that what you want from me now?  Hate to break it to you, but I don’t beg. You should put me down before I actually decide to take my time killing you.”

You watched his jaw flex, the muscle in his neck tightening, his whole body looking like it was seconds away from exploding.

You exhaled slowly, eyes shifting to the shaded grove behind you. The tree trunks bent slightly, almost imperceptibly, almost as if they were waiting for a command.

“I don’t hurt people,” you said, voice quieter now. “Not unless I have to, I mean... And even then, I regret it. That’s not the kind of person I want to be.”

“So what now? You gonna keep me frozen like this?”

“No,” you said. “I want you to stay with me. Just for tonight. For dinner, at least. It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone to talk to, and I figure I shouldn’t let the opportunity go to waste.”

His expression shifted into something unreadable. Disbelief, maybe. Or maybe something closer to disgust. Either way you moved in closer, enough to make his breath hitch.

“I can reshape your face,” you told him. “Bones, muscles, DNA—every organic layer. I can make you unrecognizable, even to Vought’s best tech. Let me do that, and in exchange, you get to kill me. However you want, it doesn’t matter. Just give me one night. That’s all I’m asking.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Why the hell would I agree to that?”

You stared at him without blinking. “Because I could stop your heart right now. And I haven’t.”

He looked away,breathing heavy, but said nothing. You took a careful step forward and lifted your hand toward his face.

“Don’t move,” you said.(not that he could anyways lol) Your power required precision. One wrong thought, one flicker of emotion, and things could spiral out of control.

Your fingers reached out and touched his temple. His skin was warm but you tried your best to focus on changing the layers beneath—adjusting the bone structure, thickening the cartilage in his nose, flattening his cheekbones, shortening his jaw. You shifted the color of his hair strand by strand, rewrote the pigment in his irises.

When you stepped back, the man in front of you didn’t look like Homelander anymore. Yes he was still the same height, still had that air of confidence that only someone like him could exude. But the face was wrong in all the right ways.

He looked at you with a shudder. “It feels like my face is wearing another face,” he said.

“Good,” you replied. “Now let’s get going.”

-

You drove into town in an old truck. He sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, clearly hating every second of this.But he didn’t say anything.

You stopped at a roadside diner. It was the kind of place that hadn’t been updated since the 80s—grimy tables, cracked vinyl booths, and a waitress who looked like she couldn't care less about who walked through the door as long as they were paying.

It was perfect. 

You sat across from each other in a corner booth. You ordered pancakes for yourself and got him eggs and bacon without asking. He stared at the plate like it had insulted him personally. 

He didn’t eat. Didn’t talk either. Just kept looking at you with that unreadable expression while you rambled on about whatever came to your mind. Nothing that mattered really. You didn’t even know why you kept talking, but you couldn’t stop. Maybe it was because you’d already decided this was your last night. Maybe it’d been too long since you’d shared a moment with another living soul, forced or not.

–

That night, you took him back to your cabin. You reversed the changes you’d made carefully, referencing old footage and photos to get it exactly right before you headed to bed. He looked irritated through the whole process and refused to take the couch without some snide remarks about how it was “beneath him,” but you insisted. You needed the bed more (it was your last night after all). And despite the grumbling, he had no choice but to take it.

You didn’t release his muscles even when  your head hit the pillow, keeping just enough tension in his limbs to stop him from attacking you right then and there. Even then, you laid awake for a while, staring at the ceiling and wondering if, by some miracle, you’d wake up somewhere better. Somewhere that could soothe the ever present gnawing at your heart.

But when the morning light slipped in through the windows,you were still there and the couch was empty.

You stepped outside and saw it immediately—a crater in the ground just beyond the trees.. The bastard had flown off. You stood there barefoot, heart pounding, staring at the empty sky.

Having no way of knowing if he’d be back.

[lorelei-larai]

Kitten Cafe

Sylus X Female!Reader

First idea of a future fic that I share, many ramblings below

You own a well-known cafe, your service is fast and efficient, with a wide menu and a friendly smile. You let your customers play the famous kitty cards, but the charm was in your feline friends, famous for leaving hair everywhere.

You have a series of cats, all rescued and of different breeds, even with some disabilities, who interact with the customers. The fact that your store is near an arcade is an incredible bonus, and your house is right above your space—just a lovely, simple life.

You have this client who comes several times a week, a famous hunter who loves visiting your cafe, bringing various company, sometimes several in the same day, just to play the kitty cards. She's a good friend of yours, loves to chat, and has invited you to play cards when she comes alone. She has been attending this cafe for years. She's a lovely person.

Miss hunter brings this terrifying platinum-haired guy. She always complains about losing to him before leaving. He doesn't look at you, and at first, neither do you, until the cats start clinging to him. You've had to separate them for fear he'll do something to them, even though the Miss hunter assures you he'd never harm innocent animals. You don't panic until one day you see him petting your newest addition; a Spinx cat with a missing front leg. He was your clients' least favorite, and if that man didn't look at him with disgust, then he couldn't be that bad.

One day, while Miss Hunter is on one of her many dates, you're bringing coffee to her table after she lost her first round, and somehow, she ends up rambling about how you could beat her companion, the man's gaze with red eyes—Red eyes? First time you saw something like that, and they were mesmerizing. His smile is mocking and invites you to challenge him, his only intention was to annoy Miss Hunter, and she practically begs you to beat him up. You play Kitty Cards very well. Hell, you were one of the first people to play it and include it in the cafe. You refuse out of courtesy, but Miss Hunter insists and under the pressure of that man's gaze, you accept.

This couldn't be considered a fight; it was pitiful. That man was either very unlucky or overthinking things. You defeat him mercilessly, and Miss Hunter is having the time of her life, the rematch has no different outcome and that couple retires shortly after.

And then, that man returns, alone, without Miss Hunter, which is odd. He sits at the bar and orders his usual. You don't entertain him, you just give him his coffee before jumping to another customer. You can feel his indignation on your back.

When he finishes his coffee, he doesn't leave, and you approach for the used cup. His gaze freezes you, and with his wicked smile, he asks if you'd have time for a game of cards. You decline; you have work to do, and he offers to pay you a hundred times the price of that coffee if you play, and you'd be a fool to refuse.

The result is no different from the first time: he leaves you a wad of bills and walks out smiling, but clearly grumpy. He introduces himself as Skye, a fruit vendor, he's a strange guy.

You don't see him until the following week, with Miss Hunter, this time you don't let yourself be talked into playing. And the man returns twice more than that week on his own, his sole task being to defeat you. He goes so far as to call you a coward if you refuse, and your pride is so great that you accept. And you win every damn time.

By the third week with Skye, he sneaks glances at you. And his companion wouldn't be a hunter if she couldn't tell when someone was distracted for something, or someone.

Mc is aromantic, her relationship is platonic with all the Li's, the fact that Sylus had interest in this woman was something. The leader of an illegal organization using a false identity out of interest in a woman who worked in a cafeteria? This was gold. She's always making sure Sylus doesn't screw up and hurt you, and even gives him advice. What's more, she manages to invite you to a card game and get your number under the guise of reserving tables on certain days. And she totally has a shit-eating grin on her face as she watches Sylus take your number.

Skye reserves a table for every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, after sunset. Then it's Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and in a couple of months, he'll be there all six days your store is open. Even if he comes with Miss Hunter in the morning, at night he only comes with the intention of playing cards with you, when there are not many customers.

It was strange at first, but by the end, you find yourself enjoying it. He's kind, charming, handsome—the man is a gentleman.

Miss Hunter is interested in you, sometimes when she comes alone to relax, she questions if you are single and when you look at her she doesn't look at you, the walls becomes more interesting. You question the question and she just laughs, she's not fooling anyone. You're starting the speech about how she wasn't your type when she started explaining that she only wanted to know about you, because you were always alone. You pretend that it doesn't hurt to say that you're single and that you're not looking for anyone.

One day Skye arrives with a cat, It was raining and you didn't expect him to come even if he didn't cancel the reservation. The cat is small, weak, and sick. He tells you how he found it in a box in the rain, and you take it in your hands. Now it's your cat. He tells how he took him to the vet to get him checked out and tells you how his home is too dangerous for cats, full of aggressive dogs, so he wanted to leave him in your care.

Skye offers to pay for the future vet, which you refuse; you had the money. But he insists he wants to help you; after all, he was putting this cat in your care because he didn't know how to take care of one himself, His home wasn't suitable, and he didn't want to force the responsibility of a sick cat on you. You're moved, and instead, you ask him if, in case you can't take him to the vet at least because of work, he could be the one to take him there. He accepts with a charming smile.

So you and Skye share custody of this kitten. You sent him pictures every day, you arranged vet appointments, and Skye drove him back and forth, he flat-out refused to accept your money for the vet bills, and he always came back with treats for all the cats in your cafe.

Feelings develop, and you invite him to dinner. He's delighted and accepts. You go to a humble, warm, and cozy restaurant. He looks out of place, but it's an incredible evening.

Honestly, I don't know what the kissing scene would be like, nor the confession of feelings, but you and he formalize your relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend after a few dates.

Everything is happiness, you have a kind, gentlemanly man, and you are not ashamed to upload photos of him on the internet where everyone could see them.

When your apartment was broken into and you were powerless to defend yourself, you were kidnapped by a criminal gang you didn't know. You wake up gagged, tied up in a place that smelled horrible.

Needless to say, Sylus is furious.

The man had many enemies; he always knew the risks, but he convinced himself that your smile was worth it. Yes, Miss Hunter and he had a history, but that was another life, another story that ended horribly. Their attraction was physical, and even that blurred into shared interests. At first, it was curiosity, then, affection in this live. And he decided that this time he would love as much as he could, as he couldn't in her previous life. Sylus felt like everything was repeating itself when Luke and Kieran informed him that his enemies had sent a message.

Your photo, terrified, beaten, demanding a sum of money with many 0s, but none of that mattered to him.

That day Skye became Sylus for you. The man took to breaking bones. You were terrified, but mostly relieved.

He rescued you, took you to his mansion for two days, and cleaned you up. He told you everything from his heart, and said that if you wanted to end things there, he'd accept it.

It was a lot to process. And you asked for some time.

He drove from Zone N109 to your house, he drop you off at your front door. Miss Hunter is already waiting for you there. She hugs you, and before you say goodbye to Sylus, you give him a small smile.

"I'll save your usual table tomorrow."

[starguardianniom]

Billy and Lighter

I love their dynamic so much.

Freaking Lighter of all people sees Billy as his worthy rival.

Ngl but I legit think it's because Billy is the only one he can fight without being afraid of passing out.

Given Lighter faints at the sight of blood and that Billy is an android, if Billy gets hurt he will probably leak oil, but no blood, which is perfect for Lighter.

I honestly, half-seriously thinks that's the sole reason Lighter considers Billy is rival, because he won't risk embarassing himself if he manages to hurt Billy while fighting as Billy has no blood for him to faint to.

But he also does respect him given he thinks highly of him and actually likes him like a brother too.

They playfully tease one another but you can also clearly see that Lighter has a high opinion of Billy and is also happy for him to have found happiness somewhere else too, and that's so wholesome, my heart.

I was pratically screaming of joy in my head the entire time yesterday when I speedrun the chapter (I had the day off lucky me so I used it to clear out chapter 4 entirely yeah!).

I took so many pictures, will upload them this weekend, now I need to go do that certification exam to get my people to level 50, given I need to level up pretty much everyone I have right now (Billy, Anby, Nicole, Corin, Soukaku, Ben, Anton, Seth, Jane and Lucy are the characters I currently have the game refuses me Piper and just sended me a lil army of Corins, Anby and Soukaku, now I have Anby and Soukaku to M4 and Corin to M3, though it gave me Billy M2 and Seth M2 thank god) I'll be at it for a while.

But honestly I expected Lighter to be a bit more mean toward Billy and feeling superior to him but it seems like I was worried for nothing, Lighter loves Billy and Billy loves him back, though I'm pretty sure Billy also thinks that he wasn't able to escape Lighter entirely given he now has Anby around. XD Lighter keeps forgetting things and Anby keeps forgetting the line between fiction and reality, I imagine Billy must be used to Anby because he had to spend half his time reminding Lighter of stuff all the time. XD

I swear Billy had it better than Lighter back then, given he was the Champion that means he was the strongest of the Sons of Calydon, which means he's stronger than Big Daddy, and Big Daddy is most likely the one who raised and taught Caesar how to fight, so if she didn't get the title of Champion back then, then Billy was most likely strong enough to beat her too and Big Daddy. But then he left. But he also got to meet Lighter before that, but Lighter is weaker than Caesar but still has the title for some reason, so it's a bit murky there as to why they needed 2 champions.

I think Billy wanted to leave or something happened that made him leave and then Big Daddy brought in Lighter to pick up his title but Billy sticked around long enough to make sure Lighter was up for the job given they have a good brotherly friendly rivalry relationship together so once Billy thought Lighter was ready he gave him his title and left. And then Caesar got to be the new boss of the Sons of Calydon when Big Daddy retired, and was strong enough that she was able to beat Lighter apparently.

But the title of Champion is basically being the number 2 of the gang, so if the leader isn't around it's most likely the champion calling the shots and making sure everything is alright and settling disputes and what nots, but since Lighter is pretty scatterbrained, most of the duties went to Lucy while Lighter is just now extra muscles, since Lucy is pretty much the one making sure everything is alright and being the brains of the Sons, but she clearly doesn't have the strenght to be the Champion because Lighter is the one with that title.

So I imagine Billy used to handle negotiations and relations and other stuff with Big Daddy before he left and probably used to be deadly efficient, in some parts of the story he is a lot more aware and shrewd than he presents himself most of the time, such as asking us about the H.D.D and asking why we'd bother to be proxies when we could have done so much more and get a much more lucrative job, or when he was ready to sell us out to PubSec to save the Cunning Hares and himself pointing out that the Cunning Hares could get their record cleaned if they reported a proxy, which was a very smart way of thinking given their situation back then. He is also knowledgeable about the Outer Ring, so he is way much smarter than he acts too.

I do feel like Billy is seen as a superior predecessor to Lighter and while Lighter doesn't resent Billy at all for it he also feels the need to prove himself to him in some way to live up to his "brother's" legacy.

Lucy probably didn't have much to do until Billy left and Big Daddy retired. Then she basically became the second half of the Champion title in the Sons of Calydon, being the brain to Lighter's brawn, but Billy before them had the title on his own to the point that he is still feared today by other people in the Outer Ring.

It does beg the question of what was Billy like back then, probably less happy and more brutal and having the mindset of a weapon maybe, but he was still cared for a lot.

I also like to think that Big Daddy called him Billy Kid because he honestly saw Billy as "his" kid when he bought him from a group of drifters, now I really want the whole story, if they release Big Daddy and Lighter, give them more content with Billy, I need more, Hoyo!

[stilliwilllivehere]

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☆ Lance wants to quit racing Fernando wouldn't really care but for some reason when Lawrence asked for his help he feels the need to convince lance to stay. ☆

°*There’s only today ❀

Chapter one

“Fernando, Fernando you listening to me,” the words wake fernando up from his thoughts, It was Lawrence

“ Can you stay for some private words?” Lawrence looked at him from across the table though he was asked, there was no room to actually decide.

After the meeting was concluded and every one had cleared out Just the two of them stood on the balcony of the nice meeting room with the doors closed behind them Lawrence leaned against the railing, took a deep sigh and talked without ever looking directly at alonso, trying to hide from alonso some sort of shame but fernando could see it in the way he looked and stood he was seeping embarrassment fernando looked down to the busy street under the balcony to hide his smirk from lawrence

“ lance said he wont race” alonso looked up from the street so quick he almost got whiplash

“ what” alonso had expected something, well, else definitely not this. but was this it, had that no good bratty kid finally decided to do every one the favor and retire. Alonso couldn't believe it no wonder lawrence was ashamed his son who has the easiest career in formula one history was retiring for no reason other than being lazy and when the news got word of this the whole motorsports world would cheer in celebration, ok maybe not celebrate that's cruel even for alonso, it's not like he hates lance he was worried about a minute ago it's just he has a hard time appreciating lanc, yea thats the word, but nobody’s gonna miss lance, they'll all breath a sigh of relief when they hear the news even alonso.

Alonso doesnt realize hes smiling until he looks up to see lawrence giving him a knowing look

He quickly fixes his face

“I'm going to keep his and my conversation more private but he's upset again you know how he gets, but this time I really don't know what to say to him, i'm not sure if you're aware you have always been like a role model for him not that I'm saying you have to but please, talk to him, he really looks up to you I mean that kids the reason we had you signed, he basically begged me to sign you”

Fernando found that hard to believe. Lance didn't so much as spare him a glance nowadays no less treat him like an idol but Fernando just continued to stare at Lawrence Not answering hoping that would end Lawrence's speech sense pretty much got from the short exchange what he needed to. He needed to talk to lance, but for what he had no actual idea

Still Lawrence continued “ he never knows what he wants, but I do, I know what's best for him.”

*****

Walking back to his dressing room fernando was still trying to put together what lawrence was trying to get him to do

Lance was feeling down that much fernando new but refusing to race was a bit much, lawrence had informed him that he and his son had had a fight which ended in lance refusing to race in ‘his fathers shitty car’ as he had said it but if Lance didn't wanna race how was HE gonna convince him to race? especially if his own father couldn't get him to, it was just stupid that lawrence would ask him to even try but here he was at lance's room anyway, he knocked and waited, getting no reply he knocked again

“ey lance, you here” he tried calling out to him

no reply

strange

But he tried again, still to no aveil Fernando was about to leave when he heard some movement on the other side of the door. Then the door swings open and Lance stands there staring at him, neither says anything. And Fernando realizes that lance doesn't look too good. His hair is messy and unkempt, also plastered to the side of his head , he's wet with sweat sticking to his forehead making him look dirty and he has dark circles under his eyes.

“Im guessing my father send you” lance looks annoyed

“ yes he did “ fernando acts like he doesn't notice the change in lances deminer. Alonso tried his most very worried voice, and it wasnt that he didn't care about Lance and whatever he was going through but he didn't really know what was going on between him and his dad, he was just doing what Lawrence asked him to do.

“Your fathers very worried about you lace-

“Can you not do this please ” lance said dragging his hand over his face and letting out a deep sigh subsequently cutting Alonso off ( he's letting it go as lance usually doesn't act like this and he obviously going through something) lance moves over to allow fernando into his room fernando walks in and looks at lance continuing.

“ your father told me you do not want to race” Alonso made sure to keep his face unreadable

Lance is quiet just staring at the ground like a toddler getting scolded.

“ you want a faster car I know that but you still have to race bad car or not” fernando doesn't really know what he's saying but he's just gotta get lance to understand that sometimes things suck but there's nothing you can do about it, honestly lance should have learned that years ago but he's a rich kid so alonso learned not to expect much from him, no real empathy or grasps on reality, but that doesn't matter right now he's just gotta convince lance to race and forget about whatever it is that's bothering him.

Lance looks up from the ground glaring at fernando before answering a bit angrily

“did my father tell you that,” a pause fernando doesn't say anything, isn't this what it was about “I was upset with the car, mad I didn't get a fast car and threw a tantrum refusing to race” lance continues to stare at fernando and fernando stares back

Fernando feels a bit dumb but he doesn't let on,he had pieced together what Lawrence had said to him and that's what he had come up with. Was he wrong? had he just assumed it was the car because he himself thought the car was trash? If so, why else would Lance refuse to race? Fernando couldn't think of any other reason not with what Lawrence had told him at least.

”Look fernando I get it my dad probably told you to come say this to me but I don't really need this right now, if you could just go i'd really love that, and um you can tell my dad you inspired me or whatever just leave me alone before the race, yea? thanks”

Fernando was shocked as lance shuffled him out the doorway before blocking the entrance to his room

“ and tell him I'll race,” he said before closing the door in Fernandos face.

Fernando was left standing there like an idiot. He was worried and angry, but mostly upset because Lance just pushed him out of his room. They'd never been close but that was disrespectful and rude, which again wasn't something lance would do to fernando. Fernando began to worry

[maximotts]

firm hand, gentle touch ⁘ w. maximoff

based off of an ask from @leolionsblog that was supposed to be a short response, but turned into a full fic.. Also, I know it's been a little bit since I've written for Wanda and Doll, but quick reminder that it's a dark AU so pls heed warnings and expect the morally gray 🩶 warnings are clearly labeled, please don't add community filters

Doll House! AU. masterlist || main masterlist :: Thinking is a dangerous game; thinking you know better than Wanda... that's asking for pure trouble wc. 2.2k . cw: 18+ only, minors DNI. mommy!Wanda and doll!reader. imposed routines. piss play (coerced bedwetting). dumbification. general teasing. subtle manipulation. series typical pet names and squishy times. Wanda who is trying her best to be gentle and patient and not use her powers to control you as much as she had.

Imagine it's early on in Wanda's little hex; Doll's so rarely allowed to go anywhere without Wanda and most often, she doesn't have the desire to anyways. Still new to the privilege of talking, you don’t find it much of a problem -Wanda always knows what you need- until you want something Wanda doesn't want to acknowledge.

Wanda loves holding you at all times, whether it's your hand while on an afternoon walk or pulling you close as you fall asleep, once she lets that boundary down there’s hardly a moment you have to reach out too far to her. And bedtime is a new exception.

In the beginning, the brunette was firm with putting to your bed on your own, staying long enough to tuck you in before retiring to her separate room for the night. She’d reasoned to herself it was good to have time apart, to prove to herself both that she could trust you to stay put and her to establish a routine. Night after night of dragging you back up the hall to your room and dealing with your sleepy cries had worn her down— now you slept in either of your bedrooms, together.

Your shared days now ended with an abundance of gentle intimacy, a new routine created to account for the unexpected closeness. Despite the gray circumstances bringing you together, a secret, less confident piece of Wanda expected you to resent her and keep distance whenever you could the more free will she gave, but you continued to surprise her.

Unbeknown to you, he genuine devotion only seemed stoked her need to control.

Standard practice meant Wanda always asked if you had to use the bathroom after your evening bath, but tonight you'd refused, impatient to get into bed and snuggle with your mommy. There was gentle suggestion that you at least try, but when you looked seconds from stomping your foot, Wanda relented, not wanting to fight over something so simple.

Now though, you paid the price, squirming as as you struggled to find the most comfortable position, something that typically wasn’t so hard when Wanda was stroking your skin and telling you a story. Typically perfectly intuitive, you assumed she’d stop speaking and lead you to the bathroom, having expecting some gentle admonishment while she sat you tired form on the toilet, but Wanda ignored all your hints at discomfort.

Eventually the pressure was too much and guessed your punishment must be the confusion of being left to your own devices. Alas you guessed wrong and the moment you twisted to sit up, Wanda held you back.

"Lay still and close your eyes, dolly. It's time for bed." Playing dumb was cruel when Wanda so clearly knew what was wrong, skirting a hand under your sleep shirt before pressing lightly on your sensitive belly. Wanda liked to call them your wigglies, called them so whenever they cropped up, quickly inquiring which problem possessed you; a telltale sign she needed to check in. Tonight, she remained willfully ignorant.

You whined into her neck, hips rolling into her thigh as you shuffled clumsily atop her, hoping if you burrowed deeper she wouldn't be able to make it worse. It proved to be a false hope once that same devious thigh bent between yours. "Wanna get up.."

“Why’s that? Does your tummy hurt?” The shy nod was as far as you were willing to confirm, lifting your hips to keep away from her teasing. You were still sparing with your words, much more used to actions or motions to communicate, but as soon as Wanda started letting you speak she expected proper response when disciplining you. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

Resting on your knees gave Wanda just enough space to splay her hand over your stomach as she did when it ached, but for your current plight the warmth of her palm atop your bladder felt too taunting. “Can I go pee, mommy? I’ll be quick!”

A speedy return was far from Wanda’s concerns; watching your struggle set off a new lightbulb within and exhausted as she was, she deferred to her curiosity.

Wanda’s subsequent too tight squeeze left you clamping your legs about her waist, focusing on holding that heavy, full feeling inside. If she’d stopped there you’d surely run as fast as your legs would let you, would surely think twice before stubbornly rejecting Wanda’s suggestions, but the basic behavior of minding her in the future wasn’t sating her interest. "You told me twice you didn't need to go; either you lied or you didn't know any better.”

You so rarely second guessed her, a quick scan of your thoughts earlier confirmed you only did so tonight in the name of skipping to another nightly cuddle… Poor thing, you really did always mean well, but sadistically, she longed to impose more memorable consequences. “From now on you're going to listen to me, aren't you?"

The resulting agreement was expected, your deference was almost always automatic particularly in quest to get what you wanted faster. Wanda would give it just, not how you imagined. "Go ahead then, sweetheart, you don’t have to get up. Let go and we can go to sleep."

Almost.

"But that's messy…" Surely she was joking; the messes you left on the floor or at the dinner table were the primary reasons you found yourself in trouble. Brain already stretched dozens of ways, you could only imagine she was waiting for you to slip up. There was the occasional time where your mommy would give you the opportunity to prove yourself, one choice she’d guided you towards once or twice and one obvious misstep you still sometimes mindlessly fell for.

Worriedly pouting lips betrayed your conflict, trapped body twisting more sloppily as the seconds ticked on. Admittedly, she acted a bit out of character in accessing how much progress she’d made with her new toy. Slowly the witch had been relinquishing her hold on your will, hoping it’d been long enough you’d bend to hers without struggle. At the very least, tonight was now an exercise in how far you’d come.

New freedoms aside, she didn’t want you to think, certainly not hard enough to debate her commands. “Did I ask you about the mess?”

Silence wasn’t enough, Wanda’s free hand tugging the ponytail she’d lovingly tied in your hair just over an hour ago. The swirling red tendrils forming in her irises signaled she meant business; whether Wanda’s eyes changed on purpose or not was a question you had yet to ask aloud, but you knew well enough she’d reached the end of her patience. “Speak up when I ask you a question.”

Combined physical and mental pressure was too intense to bear, pitiful whimpers catching in your throat. “N-no, you didn’t…”

“Then don’t worry your silly head.” Her fingers were so soft on your cheek, petting your rapidly heating cheeks and saying nothing of the tiny spot of wet that spilled atop her thigh as you faded into her— before you caught yourself. Either the missteps weren’t obvious enough or Wanda hadn’t done proper work on your hesitation. Wanda laughed at your panic, holding your jaw until you finally understood you needed to stop fighting her.

“I don’t have to go anymore,” The whisper was such a blatant lie, one Wanda nearly slapped you across the face for… but she’d resolved early on to never scare you so terribly again. Gentle things often did best with equally gentle punishments.

Your mommy took in the pathetic sight of her doll, stuck swimming in her struggling thoughts, and oh she felt bad. It’d be nothing to whisk thoughts thoughts away, to leave you again as nothing but a dumb thing without a care for any perceived standards. She feared you’d never learn if you didn’t do so for yourself and so, agitated as you were, Wanda decided to let you drown if you insisted on it.

“No? Such a fuss for only having to go a tiny bit,” she chided, loosening her grip despite your continued clinging. Guiding your lower half down alongside her leg, Wanda’s demeanor turned around, once brutal and probing now lighter than a feather and you felt as though you were suffering from severe whiplash.

It was obvious she didn’t believe you -you didn’t even convince yourself, legs still clenched desperately about Wanda- but she played pretend, shutting off the lone bedside lamp and shifting so you both laid down. “If you’re really all done then it’s past your bedtime. Shut your eyes and rest.”

And that was all she said. No goodnights or further affection, just lights out and quiet. You’d be a fool to think Wanda would let you slip away to the bathroom now, her only given solution hanging pendulous above your too fuzzy head. The longer you lay there, the more confusing refusing it seemed.

You didn’t know what tiny voice in your brain convinced you to suffer and think, but as the minutes ticked by in the dark, you grew to hate that sound. Whatever it was wasn’t your mommy, the only person you ever wanted to please. Listening to it only got you an awful tummy ache and distance between you and her, having spoiled your cozy moments with Wanda.

Letting Wanda decide was easier, much less work than the headaches resulting from making any right choice. Mind made up, your abdomen was the only thing nagging you now, but you were still bashful. “Mama?”

“What is it, little one?”

Her voice was the calm to your inner storm, tone sweet and oh so loving. “…maybe I have to pee more…”

“Be a good girl and do as mommy said.” A simple kiss sealed your fate, relinquishing the last bits of hesitancy in favor of your mommy’s soft lips on your forehead.

Gratefully she allows you to burrow into the crook of her neck, still a little too embarrassed to face Wanda as you relaxed, freeing your pent-up belly with a slow stream, spreading warmth growing on her hip. She praises you through it, comforting hands stroking the small of your back, distracting your overexerted brain from your damp underwear.

“There you go, now doesn’t that feel better?”

A subtle excitement lingered between your thighs, one you’d ask to explore another time when you had the energy. “It feels icky..”

Wanda cooed at your exhausted observation, patting your backside in an effort to keep you calm and quiet. “I meant for your poor tummy, but I’ll fix that too.”

Her favorite parts were always the consequence and the aftermath, savoring what an honor it was to take care of you long after you’d be able to care for yourself. That was her job, after all, tending to your needs and protecting you, even if sometimes it was from yourself. “I’ll clean you up in a bit, I promise.”

Your hazy gaze searched the brunette’s face with unfiltered confusion, desperate to be back under Wanda’s tender care. It was true; she always left every aspect seamless, never asked you to think about anything— so why were you? No more questioning her, you promised yourself for a final time, right then and there. “Are you mad at me, mommy? Did I mess up badly?”

“Oh, no no,” she soothed, rubbing your bare shoulders before tightening the plush comforter around them. “You did such a good job, sweet pea! I’m so proud of you.”

“Even though I lied?” Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Wanda unbuttoning her silk shirt and you wiggled down on instinct, ready to round out your bedtime routine. Preening under her affections was second nature, obedient and kept a state you were more than willing to accept.

“Yes, even then, but don’t do it again.” Wanda rewarded your eventual good behavior by guiding you down until wet lips captured her pert nipple. She knew her smart girl would come around sooner rather than later and as she studied your now fully unwound form, not a singular worry pecking at your cute head, the older woman basked in the genuine pride she held for her work. “I only want the best for you, my love. You’ve got the big job of telling me the truth so I can look after you properly, I know you can do that for me, can’t you?”

There was a muffled mhm from somewhere, much more preoccupied with the overwhelming comfort you basked in. You didn’t struggle to ignore anything now, head feeling lighter each second you melted further into your mommy, heavy lids fluttering closed under the gentle brush of stray hairs tucked behind your ear, her oh so soft hum of a melody that’s quickly become your favorite song…

Some time in the night you stirred, still heavily draped over Wanda’s sleeping form, and where you expected to feel sticky and uncomfortable, a shift of your thighs confirmed you were back to normal. You wore the same pajamas, woken in the exact position you’d dozed off in, and yet… it was as if nothing happened. Wanda’s lax cuddle wound around your midsection tighter, nurturing squeeze prompting your head to lay back onto her chest. “I told you mama will always take care of you, dolly. Now go back to sleep.”

[dizzyduck44]

You can’t ctrl alt delete this

I am beyond angry at this point.

If it’s to be believed Red Bull are looking to replace Liam Lawson with Yuki Tsunoda for the Japanese GP in 2 weeks time, with VCARB allegedly looking to acquire Franco Colapinto from Alpine, leaving Liam without a drive in F1.

I’m sorry. Red Bull kindly get fucked!!!!

This is a problem of Red Bull’s own making and dates back about a decade and MULTIPLE wrong decisions.

Firstly in 2023 there should have been no Nyck De Vries, there should have been no fairytale set up for Daniel Ricciardo. De Vries wasn’t ready, period, and Daniel really needed a bit longer to build the hunger to come back. However Liam was more than ready and willing. The fact he wasn’t automatically given the 2023 Alpha Tauri seat still boggles my brain now. The man had been damn unlucky not to be an F2, a DTM and a Super Formula Champion. With the right guidance he held more potential than any other rookie since the 2019 trio of Alex, Lando and George.

It was chance (and bad luck for Danny Ric) that got him in the car in 2023. But his arrival in 2024 in the team was in a lot of ways justified.

I will freely admit that when he was given the Red Bull’s seat I was Team Yuki, but the more I read about the reasoning why, I understood it and accepted it. Seeing him in the F1 introductions video, he was so excited to get going.

And after two races Red Bull want to pull the plug!!!

To say he hasn’t been given a chance is a wild understatement. I bet he doesn’t even fully remember everyone’s name yet! His press pen interviews are heart breaking. If Red Bull aren’t happy at this point they can only blame themselves!

Yes we have long known the team is built around Max. The car is built to suit Max and the quest to get a second driver who can drive the damn thing has dominated the last 8 years of F1.

Trouble is that quest, chased Daniel, (who saw this coming), out the door. It forced them to bin off Alex in favour of Sergio, who gave it a damn good go, even won races in it.

When Checo started drowning last year, Carlos was right there. He was holding out for them and they didn’t bite.

But in a week where McLaren and Lando have highlighted the dangers of a driver wanting a car that suits his driving style alone, ultimately effecting the performance of the car, the irony is deafening.

Because the one driver who has said multiple times he likes his car set up the same as Max is Lando! His natural driving style is similar to Max’s. We’ve never seen it because the McLaren doesn’t support it!

And Lando was on Red Bull’s radar a decade ago! Helmut Marko met with a shy quiet Lando and because he didn’t know insanely complicated facts about his F3 car, he compared him to Max and decided he wouldn’t be worth their time.

By 2018 when they were running out of drivers, again Helmut (beginning to see he may have made an error) offered Lando a seat in F1 at Toro Rosso. McLaren were wise to it though and offered him a seat with them for 2019, which they had already extended by early 2020.

Since then both Lando and Red Bull have admitted they have talked quite a few times. By 2021 I think Christian had worked out what an epic eff up Helmut had caused the team at the first meeting with Lando. More importantly, Max likes him and they get on well, which would be great for marketing. Trouble is the sticking point for Lando has always been, I will not be a number 2 driver to Max. It’s equal opportunity till it’s mathematically impossible or what’s the point of me being here. Something, probably something buried in Max’s contract has meant Red Bull refuses to offer that term.

Which leads us to here. They have effectively retired Checo and Danny Ric, Alex is settled at Williams with Carlos, who they let walk away. Lando is preparing to fight for both championships with McLaren, McLaren and Ferrari have duos with championship winning potential and Liam is who Red Bull chose.

At this point stop looking for the quick fix. You can’t fix a decade of mistakes in two races by simply shuffling your drivers around. This is a problem Red Bull have created themselves. Liam deserves far far better, but the VERY LEAST he deserves is a fair chance.

And while we are at it, let’s start admitting some of those mistakes, because yes you have let the car and situation get to this state, but you’ve happily let Max take the blame for ALL of this. “Well Max can drive it”, “Max intimidates other drivers”. “Max finds a way to handle it”.

The funniest thing here is, if you know your F1 history there is a huge reason McLaren will not change their car to suit Lando. It’s because 15 years ago they did exactly that for Fernando Alonso. And guess what? No one else could drive the damn thing! It’s taken McLaren 7 years to unpick the DNA in that car that made them so damn uncompetitive. Because in a cost cap you can’t just start from scratch all over again.

So Red Bull, binning Liam for Yuki, after sacking Checo, ignoring Carlos, abandoning Daniel, disregarding Alex, ghosted Liam in ‘23 and underestimating Lando will not fix your problem. It will just make you look like bastards with zero plan of how you get yourself out this mess! And good luck explaining that to Ford!

[oh-no-its-bird]

I need. A fic. Where. Kakashi and Rin from the timeline established in "Ming Fan ends up in Naruto and massively derails the plot" end up in canon. And just kinda fucks around and gives us fun reactions n stuff

As a refresher, that timeline looks like this:

Izuna was first Hokage, Tobirama second Hokage, and Kagami the third

Sakumo was appointed 4th instead of Minato since Ming Fan interfered with his mission gone wrong

Kannabi bridge went unfortunately similar to canon, and Obito fell into Madara's hands.

With Sakumo still alive at the time, Kakashi was able to recover from this without the major personality shift, and due to a combination of Sakumo and Ming Fan's additional training, when it was Rin's turn on the chopping block, she instead survived and now continues to live as the Konoha's second jinchuriki

Obito attacked Konoha with the intention of releasing the kyuubi, and at the time Kushina and Minato were in the Senju compound for the birth

Mito got in his way, delaying him long enough for Sakumo to also arrive

In the fight, both Mito and Sakumo died (fucking thanks, Obito. I don't know if Kakashi's gonna be able to forgive u for that one this time around) but Kushina and Minato survived, and Naruto was born healthy and without the fox sealed into him

Kakashi is understandable devastated, and as recovery efforts begin, he's taken in by Minato and Kushina. He offers little fight against this.

With Sakumo's death, Kagami was once again appointed as the Hokage. After only a year or two of stabilizing Konoha + preparing his successor, he quickly gives Minato the hat, and retreats once again to retirement.

Minato makes Kakashi and Rin both ANBU, expressing his desire to have them by his side (at least this time they're slightly older, with Kakashi at 15 and Rin at 17) and puts them on home guard, specifically as Naruto's ANBU guards. It's an easy job, and helps Kakashi in particular to heal some, even if he gets even more rigid about things like rules and formalities

With Izuna as the first Hokage and Kagami as the third (and technical 5th) Uchiha-village relations were actually very good! Thanks to this, the Uchiha massacre was avoided entirely

Kakashi is raised pretty much as Naruto's very protective older brother, with Rin in a similar boat but she still has her own family so there isnt quite so much trauma fueled dependency from her end.

Naruto grows up to be alarmingly talented, with Kakashi and Rin tutoring him, and Minato and Kushina obviously doing their best (though Minato remains mostly busy due to the unfortunate realities of being a Hokage. Meanwhile Naruto is absolutely a total mommas boy)

Kakashi and Rin end up actually fighting over who gets to be Naruto's sensei (Naruto wants NEITHER OF THEM!!!!! HES A BIG BOY NOW STOP CODDLING HIM!!!!!)

Canon then proceeds mostly the same, though with some very obvious major changes

Somewhere along the way, Itachi is convinced to ditch Konoha even without the massacre, and later down the like Sasuke also follows suit to investigate what happened with his brother— though this time he leaves with orders from Minato to go undercover, and investigate Sound

(fucking THANKS dad!! -Naruto, probably, when he finds this out)

+ also I originally had some vague ideas for the 9 tails jinchuriki Sakura— with both her and Naruto eligible for the role when it times come to pass the responsibility down. Kushina ultimately going with the very selfish choice of not wanting her son to suffer the same fate as herself, choosing instead to vouch for the skilled civilian girl to take on the burden. Maybe incorporate that into it, that could be fun

BUT LIKE. Codependent queerplatonic besties Rin and Kakashi, some time around when they're fighting over who gets to be Naruto's sensei (Minato wants nothing to do with that argument, no matter who he picks someone is going to stab him so he refuses to make the choice himself) — and then somehow wind up in canon

Kakashi is so fun in that au, he's a LOT closer to being the strict, bratty kid he used to be than the lazy, perpetually late slack off we know and love in canon (although, despite his preaching about protocols, he can be alarmingly loose when it comes to bending rules to suit him. Being the special little guy of not just 1 but 2 Hokage's absoloutley made his bad habits so much worse, he can get away with almost anything and he knows it)

He also has some insane unresolved feelings ab his father's death, who is cemented as a hero both in his heart and the hearts of all of Konoha, for both his service and his sacrifice

Sakumo's death wasn't drowned out in the massacre of grief of literally all his loved ones dying in such quick succession, and so it's been given a lot more time and space to fester— Kakashi absoloutley has some revenge type shit going on with the "mystery masked man" who attacked Konoha and killed his father, and Rin stands beside him— having exacted a promise from him to not take on the burden of revenge alone ("that's what comrades are for, Kakashi!")

He can have his revenge quest but only if she gets to come with, you hear!! They probably had some huge blow up fight over it years ago that ended in like, and super dramatic blood pact to do this together. Yay friendship !!! If one of them dies the other will go insane.

Watch your fucking back Obito, if Kakashi becomes too emotional to kill you at the grand reveal, Rin will handle the "overcome by murderous rage" part on his behalf.

Anyways, throw them into cannon !!! Yippie !!!

The two Kakashi's can not look eachother in the eyes without canon!Kakashi developing a rather violent twitch and AU!Kakashi pulling on a face of pure disgust. They are everything they hate in a person and they share the same face. It's very uncomfortable for the both of them.

Having way too much fun specifically thinking ab them reacting to Sarutobi as Hokage— Sarutobi is not and has never been Hokage in their world, they have no idea what to do with this. He's one of the Hokage's advisors, but retired alongside Kagami, so he hasn't been politically relevant in years, not even as Sarutobi clan head since that position recently went to Asuma in their world.

Meanwhile Sarutobi and Danzo are going through all the stages of grief at the knowledge that Kagami was their 3rd Hokage, oh man are they Experiencing Emotions rn fr

That isn't even covering like. Oh hey! Btw! Sakumo was Hokage for a good few years!

(Multiple people looking at this strange, uptight version of Kakashi who very visibly seems to think he's better than 90% of the people in the room at any time: "....that checks out...")

Also!! This Kakashi has never heard people talk bad about his father bc Sakumo's mission never fucked up! The village loved that guy, even after so many years, Kakashi will still occasionally hear murmurs of "if only lord 4th was still around"

He is very much known as and proud of being "the son of lord 4th, the white fang, who died to keep the kyuubi from being released and killing us all"

I'm sure there were undoubtedly some people within Konoha who didn't especially like Sakumo, but even still, theyd never fucking DARE to say anything within earshot of Kakashi. Total death wish, why would u do that?

Obv, other countries no doubt celebrated his death (especially in Suna where he was wildly unpopular and deeply feared) but like. In Konoha? Nah people LOVE that guy, even after so many years.

All of that is to say that if a single person breathes wrong about Sakumo "deserving his death" Kakashi will go fucking insane on their ass. Immediatley. There will be blood. Rin will not hold him back.

Anyways silly Kakashi and Rin snippet time:

"So are you two— dating?"

"I'm out of her league." Kakashi says as simultaneously, Rin replies,

"The only thing that can get Kakashi up is a rule book"

"Isn't that right, Kashi-chan?"

"Can you not??"

"Oh, I'm sorry I forgot only your Kushina-neechan can call you that" Rin teased, and Kakashi turned a shade of red so bright he seemed to glow with it even under his mask.

"I was drunk!"

Rin gave him a comforting pat on the back that did absoloutley nothing to actually comfort him. "And you'll never live it down."

"I would be a great sensei!" Kakashi denied, very much ignoring the immediate noises of doubt and disbelief coming from everyone in their general area.

"You hate children!" Rin accused, pointing a disbelieving finger at him.

"I would be a great sensei for Naruto!" Kakashi corrected himself, and Rin rolled her eyes.

"And then what? You tie up the other 2 and leave them somewhere while you teach Naruto?"

"It'd be good for their character!"

"You were supposed to deny that that's what you'd do that, Kakashi!"

"Well if you like the other 2 so much, then you can teach them! And I'll just take Naruto!"

"He needs a team Kakashi!"

"Sensei said—"

"Sensei said you were a little bitch as a kid and a team is what helped straighten out your attitude."

"He did not!"

Rin sniffed. "Maybe he didn't use those exact words, but—"

"Well a team certainly didn't help your attitude, did it? And besides, you don't even like kids either!"

"Hmph. I'd make an exception, because I'm a good sensei."

I think Rin and Kakashi have genuinley fought exactly 2 times.

One was when Kakashi was spiraling a bit on his revenge quest for his dad and Rin got him to promise to let her in on the revenge so he didn't fucking kill himself alone trying to avenge Sakumo.

And one is their current, very petty arguing over who gets to be Naruto's sensei

(Team 7 ends up having 2 very enthusiastic sensei's, who also end up getting a stern talking to from both Minato and Naruto of all people about playing favorites. It's deeply embarrassing for everyone involved.)

I actually just need Rin and Kakashi very loudly arguing over who gets to be team 7s sensei while canon!team 7 stands there like ??????????

AU!Kakashi and Rin are nagging Canon!Kakashi about how lucky he is to be their sensei. Canon!Kakashi needs them to shut the fuck up and get out of his line of sight immediatley so he can have that mental breakdown he's overdue for

AU!Kakashi is going to cause problems for Canon!Kakashi on purpose. He's looking directly into his counterparts eyes and going "Wow Naruto you look just like ur dad. Who is my sensei btw. Did other me tell me that? You should ask him ab that. Sensei said I'd get to be ur big brother when u were born. Just so u know. Oh hey Sasuke! Wow it's sooo funny that ur on team 7 when I also helped train Itachi. Crazy."

He refuses to be silenced he thinks canon!Kakashi is being a cowardly little bitch and will not take "everyone I know died and I'm incredibly depressed" as any sort of reasoning, he's calling it an excuse and telling Kakashi to do better

(Rin is telling him to slow the fuck down and be nicer to himself)

The Kakashi's fucking HATEEEE eachother it's super awkward for literally everyone around them

Anyways the Uchiha massacre !!! in the AU, the Uchiha's relationship with the village is very good, they're incredibly well respected, powerful, and one of the centermost clans of Konoha. Arguably the centermost clan, especially since the Senju are pretty much all gone now

So the Uchiha massacre being a thing is totally out of nowhere and horrifying to Rin and Kakashi. Like, it would have been even if the Uchiha were in poor standing, but that's like THE clan!!! Holy shit!!! And they're— gone? Dead? Killed in their own homes?

They're both told Itachi did it and kinda uhh. Don't fully believe it.

Itachi did leave the village in their world, but peacefully and for unknown reasons still under investigation (and then there was a ton of fun stuff with Sasuke facing a ton of sudden pressure as the new clan heir) and Kakashi and Rin both knew him, having been on team Ro together, so there's a lot of disbelief at the idea that he could do such a thing

But also like, they are in an alternate dimension. One that honestly? Kind of seems to be the worst timeline to them.

Anyways uhhh also fun playing with the HUGE difference in how jinchuriki are treated in the two konohas— one in which the kyuubi was released and decimated a chunk of the village, and another where Obito was stopped before it was released, + their jinchuriki are known war heroes

(Rin was made into a war hero of her own right, coming back from their mission as the new sanbi jinchuriki. People like to say she bested the demon with her will of fire or smthn, it makes for a great story)

Obv they still face a lot of negative stigma (particularly from civilians) but nowhere NEAR as much as canon konoha. Plus like. One jinchuriki is the Hokage's beloved and popular wife, and the other is a war hero. So.

Rin and Kakashi are hearing that Naruto is the kyuubi's jinchuriki and staring blankly at whoever told them. In their world, Kushina still holds the title, and the clan council is in the middle of choosing who will be the next one (Sakura or Naruto)

Rin can help give him jinchuriki lessons!! They can bond over having demons in them <3

Also thinking about how since AU!Kakashi got more time w his dad, he's a lot more aware of and proud of his clan heritage as a Hatake. He wears his clan mon on his clothes just like his old man used to, loud and proud

It'd be cool if I grabbed a fistful from that other obkk child bride ghost marriage au where Rin survives and Kakashi gets kind of partially claimed by the Uchiha bc of Obito's eye + the ghost marriage

Not the ghost marriage part to be clear (Sakumo would never fucking allow it in a million years) but the "Kakashi kind of gets picked up by the scruff by the Uchiha bc of his sharingan and gets special lessons from them and lowkey becomes an honorary Uchiha" bit. Would give him even more reason to a) be really fucked up about the massacre + know Itachi, and b) approach Sasuke

Also it'd just be fun and super funky, especially for those around him reacting to it

Let him wear a shirt with the Hatake mon on one sleeve and the Uchiha mon on the other, in alignment with his eyes!!! It'll be fun!!! It'll be quirky!!!

(Also, it'd mean he's the special little guy of 2 Hokage's and the most important and powerful clan in Konoha. Even more reason for him to be the way he is. Also: infinitely funny.)

I have a couple more abstract thoughts but I think this has become more than long enough, so I'll stop there. But like !!!! Dimension travel my beloved

[sweetsaladpainterranch]

The Rival (Chapter 4)

(Summary: Alastor sought to possess one of the only does in Pentagram City for the rut season, however, you wanted a mate, not a master. But what happens when a handsome new buck shows up one day and tries to capture your attention away from the Radio Demon. Who will you choose?)

<Be aware that there are mentions of Sexual Abuse and slight gore in this chapter>

***

You could see nothing. Where once there was a seemingly paralyzed Alastor standing in front of a smirking James, there was now a swirling vortex of alive blackness that had completely overtaken the two men. You and Husk could only watch helplessly from the back porch as the fate of the duel was decided privately, but…Alastor couldn’t actually lose, right?

“Fuck, I didn’t think the boss would actually pull out the spectral tunnel!”, Husk mumbled, “ain’t seen that smoky bitch in almost a decade.”

“Guys!?”, A distraught Charlie and an irate Vaggie suddenly appeared and shouted from the back door, “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?? WHY IS THE SKY OVER THE HOTEL COMPLETELY BLACK?!” You thought the princess might actually have a panic attack if she didn’t start breathing as she continued to take in her back garden. She looked towards you and Husk questioningly and you shamefully replayed the morning’s events beginning with Alastor catching you making out with the newest tenant and ending with the swirling black void being the product of the buck’s fight.

“You’ve got to stop them, Charlie!”, you stepped towards the princess with imploring eyes and shook her by the shoulders, “They’re going to kill each other!”

Vaggie quickly moved your hands away so that the shaken princess could stabilize herself and hand off her red suit jacket. Rolling up the sleeves of her dress shirt and muttering something about not taking shit from other demons or some nonsense, Charlie strutted off in the direction of her hotelier’s spectral twister with a determined expression. However, before your, now demonic-looking leader, reached the terrifying shadow manifestation it disappeared completely and left only an undisturbed Alastor holding up a very tired, but otherwise unscathed, looking James.

…

A day later things had already changed dramatically at the Hazbin Hotel. Firstly, you had expected Alastor to jump at the chance that his win over James granted him and take you deep within his bayou den. However, he simply declared that he was no longer worthy of being your mate and asked for the opportunity to prove himself to you (whatever that meant), while you found yourself nearly overcome with heavy emotions.

Also, at the same time, an incredible amount of sexual frustration coursed through you from being left at the start of your heat with no one to sate you, but this could actually be what you’ve been longing for. A mate instead of a seasonal sex buddy.

Secondly, James left without a single word to you and left that same afternoon. Only taking what little he had brought with him and swiftly exiting (running) through the large front doors without looking back. He refused to answer any of the questions or affirmations Charlie hurled at him in a desperate attempt to calm her retreating tenant, but he merely offered a small apology for the trouble and a gruff “thanks” for the hospitality. You also noticed a slightly sweet, yet familiar, aroma emanating from him, though you just couldn’t place where you knew that floral scent from.

What the fuck? He could have at least given you some sort of explanation after causing so much trouble!

Who knew what Alastor could’ve meant about being “worthy”. All you could do was retire to your hotel room for the time being as you prayed that he would take pity on you and relieve this fever upon your soul. Every passing hour became worse and worse as your entire body felt like it might burn up in your bed and you felt sweat soak your nightshirt. You knew better than to either change your sheets or keep on anything but a shirt as they’ll only get dampened again by your heat’s fluids. Who knows how far into your season you were now, you had already lost track of time and could only weakly reach out for the emergency rations, that you noticed had kept restocking themselves magically at your bedside, to eat and drink enough to balance out the energy you were burning trying to conquer your lust on your own. Though, no amount of self-initiated orgasms, with or without a vibrator, helped to quench your demonic biology’s demand to be bred by a buck.

And not just any buck. YOUR BUCK.

You whimpered pitifully as your foggy mind wandered to where your mate, the one male who was strong enough to trigger your heat, went off to and cried when the thought of his slight rejection again sounded within your ears. What if he had chosen another? Not likely since you were the only doe you knew of in all of time you’d fallen into Hell, but you were exhausted, and logic wasn’t a concern as you were soon sure that he must be fucking another through her own season.

Dammit! Why was a female’s heat so much worse than a male’s?!

Both Alastor and James seemed to be at least able to stroll around their daily lives normally a few days, even a week or so, into their seasons with barely any problem. Then a depressing thought made itself known. Was it because you weren’t strong enough to control your body? Was that what Alastor thought too? Was that why James suddenly left without a word? That must be it! Your fragile mind agreed. They must be disgusted with how you were far too weak to wrangle either of them during their fight and now they knew you had become a poor, wanton slut. A fat tear slipped out of your clenched-shut eyelids as you accepted that you would be alone in this torture for however long your heat decided to drag on. The fever must have finally become too much because you were cast adrift within a fitful sleep of nightmares… and your Alastor.

…

Alastor stood tall, holding out his felled opponent’s, still beating heart, in front of his inwardly crushed face and wet eyes as the tornado of his shadows raged around them in time with his own growing fury.

“No? Well then, how about a… deal?”, the Radio Demon purred out excitedly and thought his smile might actually cut his face in half if it got any bigger. He continued with his proposal, “You see, my good man, my spectral companion picked up some rather racy gossip while he was housed within you about your human life.”

James could only express himself through pained gasps and wet grunts in response as he barely held onto consciousness through Alastor’s monologue, but pleasant memories of his past reared themselves in his mind. The sunlit days spent on his farm with his barn animals and dogs, running church bake sales with his mother-in-law, and enjoying a beer in the quiet stillness before visiting his wife and the others in the rabbit hutch. 

A cruel cackle brought his attention back to the blood-soaked present. Alastor’s voice was almost casual, “I, of all people, understand how living in the rural country provides a certain amount of privacy and how being a member of the local congregation affords the shield of social standing.” Alastor shrugged his shoulders as if he were talking to Mimsy about the good old days up top, however, he straightened himself up and squeezed the frail, pink heart in his large palm. 

With a sudden snarl, the Radio Demon morphed his expression into something absolutely frightening, even for a demon, and leaned forward in disgust once again, “I saw how you kidnapped those girls from the surrounding towns. How you raped them like the filthy animal you are and sold the children you stole from them to those traffickers.”

“Not even your own wife was safe from your perverted nature and you lowered her into the role of one of your…rabbits…once she found out the total brutality of your crimes and tried to go to the police.”, Alastor spat with extreme distaste, “I of all men belong in Hell, but I simply cannot stomach those who show no measure of respect for the fairer sex among us.”

Another tight squeeze of the reindeer’s heart calmed the deer’s ever-expanding anger towards the brute and the thought of making it into a stress ball tickled him so that he doubled over with manic laughter. Wiping a tear away from his eye, Alastor once again focused on James and the silent pleas within his victim’s eyes.

“Let’s begin, shall we?”, Alastor purred, “My proposal is that, in exchange for your life, you will feel the same pain that you caused your victims.” His voice lowered and grew colder once more, “The fate that you had planned for my darling doe when you first set your putrid eyes on her in town. To snatch her away to use for yourself and…profit on… from the other males in town.” His shadow hissed from its position amongst the other specters in the vortex at the thought of such torture having been planned for you and its master continued.

“However, you had smelled me on her but were confident in your newfound demonic abilities so you took advantage of the princess’s good graces, something you will thank her for, and decided to take your chances with whatever was awaiting you. Yet we now see how that worked out for you. HA!” Alastor’s antlers elongated as his rage once again built up at the thought of James laying a finger on your perfect skin and he held out his hand, “Either accept this deal and embrace the suffering of those women or I will simply consume your soul, and you will serve me like every other disrespectful wretch that dared to cross me.” He gestured around the void and only then did James notice the eternally wailing faces that made up the walls of the dark funnel. All howling and clawing and climbing over each other in their agony.

James inhaled with all the effort he could muster and dropped his hand as best he could into Alastor’s as a flash of bright green flashed out between them and engulfed the dying reindeer. The only sensation that James could process was the burning of his flesh that seemed to last years and he couldn’t even hear his own screams over Alastor’s victorious laughing, but, before he knew it, the agony had been replaced by an odd feeling in his core. The defeated reindeer remained on his knees as he quickly patted down his jaw and chest to make sure everything was in place and he noticed that he didn’t even have a rip in his flannel shirt nor a scratch to be found on his skin. If not for the cold sensation of the heavy chain wrapped around his thick neck, James could almost put the entire afternoon up to a bad dream.

“What did you do to me?”, he demanded shakily as Alastor roughly hauled him up to his feet by the arm and merely smiled normally, “I suggest you keep our agreement to yourself if you wish to live long enough to find out. Now!”, Clapped the Radio Demon, ”we have guests to humor.”

Alastor could feel Charlie’s demonic energy approaching his position and, after straightening up his already somehow pristine appearance, dispersed the spectral tornado and grinned widely at the incoming princess. “Charlie! Good to see you my dear!”, he began stepping forward with James in tow and slapped the reindeer’s shoulder playfully in response to Vaggie’s flying accusations of a fight.

“Merely having a productive chat, Vagatha, and we required a bit of privacy from the peanut gallery.”, he shrugged leaving Charlie to check a silent James for injuries, “After all, isn’t our fearless leader always preaching communication over confrontation? Just ask the old boy, himself, if you don’t believe me.”  Everyone looked towards James for confirmation, including Alastor over his shoulder, however, he only nodded once and quickly made his way inside the hotel. Noticeably walking a bit lopsided, the reindeer completely sidestepped you as much as he could without so much as a glance. Good. Alastor thought and he knew the beta male felt his red gaze as it burned into the back of his retreating head.

While James disappeared within the building the air suddenly felt like it was knocked out of Alastor’s chest and had to subtly stabilize himself with his cane as the heavily sweet musk of your heat finally assaulted his senses. To his delight, you seemed just as enraptured by his scent and barely acknowledged James’s leave or even Charlie and Vaggie running past you after the beaten reindeer. He could see that your face was flushed, your hands fidgeted over the constricting clothes you wore, and your breathing picked up in anticipation with each step he took in your direction. Oh, how he wished he could take his animal mind’s advice and just take you right there where you waited for him on the porch. His spoils of war so to speak.

But…that’s not how this season is going to go, Alastor told himself and tried to take a deep breath to clear the biological fog. That only made the member in his slacks twitch more aggressively, though, as he accidentally took a big gulp of your pheromones and stopped in his tracks before coming too close. You looked at him in confusion and your ears flopped over a bit when you leaned your head over in a silent question. He knew what images were flashing in your mind, but he needed to get control of this situation if anything was going to change.

“Darling, I-”, he began tensely and straightened his shoulders, “I have come to understand that I have wronged you these many seasons that you have spent by my side and I cannot stand for it to continue any longer. I cannot harm my beloved doe anymore and-“, he swallowed thickly to finish as you crept towards him slowly, “and I must admit that I no longer feel that I am worthy of your affection.”

He noticed how your ears slipped back onto your head as the realization of what he was saying churned in your mind (as best it could at the moment), however, Alastor nearly jumped you again as he took in your pouting lips while you pressed yourself against him and inhaled.

The blood was quickly leaving his head to travel south, and He was losing the battle of logic fast so he gripped your shoulders with a huff of effort and gently moved you back from him. Looking into your clouded eyes, he never felt like The Radio Demon and, rather, knew himself as simply a buck gazing towards his mate. A mate he has not treated fairly as she had him and that fact cut him to the soul, but he would redeem himself! Though, not in the way that Charlie would approve of.

Alastor, beginning to massage your slight shoulders, requested, “I’m asking for the chance to prove myself to be the superior choice for, not just this season, but for every season to come as well.” He knelt and took your hand before staring silently up into your face in suspense; knowing full well that you could simply deny him and find whomever you wanted …and he’d have to let you. Despite his misgivings, you merely nodded your head once and teared up just a bit as if you’d been waiting for his confession for years. Perhaps you had. He stood tall before you with newfound determination for his mission and promised to return to your side as soon as it was finished properly.

The Radio Demon immediately leaned forward to kiss your forehead tenderly and melted into the shadows with a vicious smile to locate his newest (unwilling) partner in crime.

***

This one is the longest chapter I've done yet, but I kinda hate it 😅 It's important because it introduces the lead into the last chapter and our motivation to root against James, but I just can't seem to like it (idk if that even makes sense lol), This is the first time I've tried to write that kind of villain story. What did you think?

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[dalekofchaos]

Friendly reminder. Bruce Wayne hung up the suit and retired after THREATENING someone with a gun and this was his reaction.

And then his immediate reaction is to shut down and close the Batcave and his only words were. "Never again"

A truly tragic, but fitting way for Bruce’s career to end. Powerful stuff. Batman's career ended the same way it began: with a desperate man wielding a gun

Batman choosing not to be weak like Joe Chill >>>> Batman going on a killing spree because fighting crime is hard.

And by the way, since Zack Snyder says his inspiration was Dark Knight Returns, I got news for you, TDKR Batman doesn't kill either.

Zack Snyder is a complete blithering fucking idiot.

his statement on Batman just lines up with what I’ve seen from all of his work. He likes the idea of the comics he makes movies out of but he doesn’t actually understand their themes. A Batman that kills is pointless. An edgy Superman is not only the most boring way to write him, but doesn’t make any sense without the wholesome one. That’s why injustice Superman/brightburn/Plutonian/omniman/homelander kind of make sense in their own ways because the original exists to compare them to.(mostly also boring though) His take on watchmen was pretty much devoid of any of the actual commentary from the graphic novel, but instead was just a dark justice league that were pretty bad at their jobs. Rorschach was just framed as a kind of unhinged Batman, but still a badass that does good, which is wildly generous compared to the way he’s originally written. I can understand turning your brain off and coasting through an action movie, but his fans are delusional if they think he does any of these stories justice. I wouldn’t take any of his comments seriously if they would stop letting him make these mediocre movies.

Zack Snyder is all flash and no substance. His films are visually stunning but utterly lacking in compelling storytelling.

The point of Batman is he cannot 'stoop to their level'. He HAS to be better, he HAS to believe these criminals can be rehabilitated, because if he kills them, he becomes just like them. With his wit, his intellect, he could future proof the city against crime ever happening by just killing the criminals before they commit crimes based on probable statistics and similar themes. But a Batman who refuses to kill is a murderer by inaction. Every time he chooses not to put Joker in the ground, he's allowed him to slaughter dozens, hundreds more, just for a laugh. Batman is equally guilty for every one of those deaths, because he could simply kill the Joker, and stop him from ever killing again. But he doesn't. Snyder saying Batman can kill, Batman SHOULD kill, is to say that without batman doing so, or being able to, he is just as bad as the villians. Except dipshit doesn't even have his Batman kill The Joker. "Oopsie daisy, Joker got out and bombed a hospital full of people, sowwwwyyyy, I put him back in jail again dunt worry TeeHeee :3". And then next week we do it all over again. OR. You kill the Joker, and he never hurts another person again. Which is why Jason Todd works so well as a counter to batman, and SHOULD be what Snyder is looking into. The reason why Zod works so well as a villain is because Humans are flawed apes who cant be trusted to govern themselves and should be conquered, and Superman, a literal God, could fix all that, but doesn't, because of Hope. Its foolish, childish even, to consider that a solution. And when placed in the vacuum of a comic book it works because you have to suspend disbelief, and forget that Superman let a city full of people die while he punched Zod through skyscrapers.

If you want Batman to kill people, just go and read one of his 1784956th copies that kill people. Go read Midnighter. Go read Punisher. Go read Moon Knight. Go read Peacemaker. Go read Nighthawk. What is stopping you?

I'm sure all those characters have brought about the peace and prosperity and the crime-free society that a "killer Batman" was supposed to. "Punisher would clean Gotham in under a week", right, just like he cleaned Marvel's New York, didn't he?

It has to be Batman specifically the one doing the killing? The number of superheroes that kill is nowadays much higher than the number of heroes who don't. Remember how Hawkeye spent the better part of his existence being the most anti-killing Avenger? Nowadays he is known as a super-assassin that "never had a non-kill rule". Should heroes who don't kill go extinct?

I like that Batman doesn't kill people. I feel no need to turn him into something he isn't like it was done to Hawkeye. If I wanted a Batman that kills, I would go and read one of the thousand "Batman who kills" out there.

Batman should not kill and should never kill.

"Gotham would be better off if Batman just killed The Joker"

You. Miss. The. Entire. Point.

Bruce Wayne lost his parents to crime and Bruce Wayne is a child who died alongside his parents and was reborn as a creature dedicated to insuring it never happened to any other child. He made a vow never to reduce himself to the criminal scum’s level or to Joe Chill’s level. He never kills for a reason.

Batman not killing is what makes him so compelling, if he kills criminals, there is no moral conflict, he is no better than the Punisher, Wolverine or any other dark edgy hero. Hell, if he starts to take a life, Batman is no better than Ra’s Al Ghul.

In the Daredevil Netflix show, Frank Castle told Daredevil this “That’s not how this works. You cross over to my side of the line, you don’t get to come back from that. Not ever.” That alone is why Batman should not kill, not even The Joker. Bruce Wayne is not Frank Castle, stop trying to make him Frank Castle. I mean…Stan Lee was absolutely disgusted when someone called The Punisher a hero, Frank Castle is a murderer, not a hero. How is this so hard for people to understand?

I don’t want to hear that Batman killed in the old comics and I don’t want to hear Elseworld stories. It’s an established fact that Batman does not kill and it’s a big part of his character.

Guess what? We already got a Bruce who killed The Joker, it happened in the Burtonverse/Schumacherverse and he was disgusted with himself. “So, you're willing to take a life.” “Long as it's Two-Face.” “Then it will happen this way: You make the kill, but your pain doesn't die with Harvey, it grows. So you run out into the night to find another face, and another, and another, until one terrible morning you wake up and realize that revenge has become your whole life. And you won't know why.”

A huge part of Bruce’s character is that he doesn’t kill, no matter what. Same with Clark. But edgelord writers from the New 52, DCEU and the Injustice abominations think it’s cool to make heroes kill. Heroes should not kill. You can’t be a hero and a killer. IT DOESN’T WORK THAT WAY!

Guess what would happen if Batman kills The Joker? The Joker wins. The Joker and Batman are each trying to prove a point to society - and really to us, the readers. The Joker wants Batman to kill him because he perfectly embodies chaos and anarchy and wants to prove a point to everyone that people are basically more chaotic than orderly. This is why he is so scary: we are worried he may be right. If the Joker is right, then civilization is a ruse and we are all truly monsters inside. If the Joker can prove that Batman - the most orderly and logical and self-controlled of all of us - is a monster inside, then we are all monsters inside, and that is terrifying. The Joker is terrifying because we fear that we are like him deep down - that he is us. Batman is what we (any average person) could be at our absolute best, and the Joker is what we could be at our absolute worst. The Joker’s claim is that we are all terrible deep down, and it is only the law and our misplaced sense of justice that keeps us in line. Since Batman isn’t confined by the law, he is a perfect test case to try to get him to "break.” The Joker wants Batman to kill a person, any person, but knows that the only person Batman might ever even remotely consider killing would have to be a terrible monster, so is willing to do this himself and sacrifice himself to prove this macabre point. Batman needs to prove that it is not just laws that keep us in line, but basic human decency and our natural instinct NOT to kill. If Batman can prove this, then others will be inspired by his example (the citizens of Gotham, but again, also the readers), just as we are all inspired every day to keep civilization running smoothly and not descend into violence, anarchy, and chaos. This ability to be decent in the face of the horrors and temptations present all around us is humanity’s superpower, the superpower of each of us. The struggle of Batman and the Joker is the internal struggle of each of us. But we are inspired by Batman’s example, not the Joker’s, because Batman always wins the argument, because he has not killed the Joker.

Batman not killing matters. Batman stories to me are the ultimate tale of turning pain and suffering into something positive. That is a story that everyone can relate to because let's be honest here. The world can suck. I've experienced and probably will always experience feelings of fear of depression of anger of angst. It's in my nature as a human being to experience those things. It's in all our nature it is what we choose to do with that pain that we all feel that defines us. Batman chose to turn all those negative emotions, he feels into a symbol that can bring people. Hope that Batman will save us from pain but more importantly hope that we can all be Batman. Why do we fall? And Batman Begins explains this best “Why do we fall sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up.”

Yes, Bruce Wayne is a flawed crazy person. He is at times mean stubborn and even abusive but he is still good. He is still someone we can aspire to be. We can try our hardest to be Superman but no human being can fly, but we can still try to be Batman We can all try to turn our pain into something good when I see Batman killing people or fans saying he killed before and he should kill The Joker, It pains me. It actually hurts my soul. Batman is not about finding a way to kill evil. But try to redeem it. His mission is an impossible task. Maybe he should kill people. Maybe he should kill The Joker, but what makes him fascinating what makes him a hero Is the fact that he has that moral code and stopped himself from crossing that line That's why I always looked up to Batman even as a kid despite all the adult subtext or mature themes superheroes are for kids. And killing is not Batman and it is not Bruce Wayne. This is why I hated the portrayal in the DCEU and the Burtonverse and why I really hated the implication that Batman killed The Joker in Batwoman. A Batman who kills is certainly not Bruce Wayne, that is an interpretation of Bruce Wayne that completely misses the point of Batman. It's easy to kill. Batman does not make the easy choice… Batman does not kill.

[snowrobin-133]

Wiping Tears

Fandom: Wuthering Waves Characters: Geshu Lin x f!Reader (established relationship) Word Counts: 787 Warnings: a bit of angst towards the end – gotta keep up my angsty writing sorry 0w0 – but otherwise just a lot fluff and comfort!!!

A/N: yeet coming out of my supposed writing retirement to write for Geshu Lin bc damn that man is hot :3 tbh this is going off what I know about him, but since there isn’t a lot of information on him I can’t say that this is very accurate sob Anyways not beta read so probably expect some mistakes,,, also I haven't written in a while so idk if this is up to par ;w;

You stand at the kitchen counter, cutting up some veggies for dinner. With a sigh, you put down the knife and glance out the window, watching as raindrops pitter patter on the glass panels.

Geshu Lin had arrived on your doorstep, having been sent on break from battle. You were grateful to see he was alive, having heard about the awful and disastrous result of the battle he faced. But as you helped him settle back in, you quickly took note of the several bandages, scrapes, and bruises scattered all over his body. You were terrified that he wouldn’t be the one to appear on your doorstep again. You were terrified that you’d only find a letter and a notice of death. You were afraid that the last time you had ever seen him would be the last memory you had of him. You were scared and even though he was home with you now, you were still scared of the next time he’d have to leave to battle.

Without realizing it, you were gripping the counter harshly, to the point of white knuckles. You are shaken out of your thoughts however with the feeling of familiar muscular arms wrapping around your waist and a familiar chest pressed to your back. Slowly, you raise your head with a slight turn to look at the man you love hugging you from behind.

“Geshu? Is something wrong?” you ask.

“...Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” he asks in his usual hoarse voice.

You look back down at the cutting board before slowly relaxing into his warm grasp and closing your eyes. You spend a few minutes just basking in his touch and presence, not knowing when the next time is that you’d be able to feel this again.

“...” Geshu Lin stays silent as well and snuggles into you even more, burrowing his neck into the top of your head. He breathes in your shampoo and tightens his hold on you. 

Slowly, you place your hands over his, “...I’m scared.” You finally confess before explaining, “I’m scared that you won’t come back next time… I know that you’re an amazing warrior, a resonator, and you’re amazing, but I, I’m still so scared.” Your hand grasping his tightens, as you look down, not meeting his gaze.

Geshu Lin raises his head and contemplates, not really saying anything. After a couple of minutes, he begins to speak, “You’re right, I’m a strong warrior, and while I admit that I’m not invisible,” he pauses for a second, “but as long as I know that you are here, waiting for me, I will do whatever is possible to come back to you”

Your eyes tear up as you listen to his heartfelt confession, but you stay silent as he continues. 

“Even if the gods refuse to let me come back, I will cut them down and the fate they created for me. Even if a Threnodian were to appear and cut down hundreds of my own soldiers, I will not surrender. I will fight until I can come back to your doorstep.”

As he talked, you turned around in his arms to look him in his eyes. The tears had begun to fall by that point. You gently place your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around him, trying to avoid his wounds.

Sniffling, you take a minute to compose yourself, “...In that case, I will be here. I’ll be here when you march through the city and people celebrating your victories. I’ll be here when you come back from countless hours of reports and meetings” you huff out a small laugh, “and I’ll be here to patch you up whenever you come back with injuries.”

Geshu Lin smiles gently, the scar on his lip stretching a bit as he gazes into your eyes. He chuckles at your own proclamation before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, wiping away your tears “Thank you,” he spoke your name in a gentle tone. Although your tears still fall, you relish in this fleeting moment of being in his arms and his rough fingers wiping each tear drop.

Despite his promises, you end up learning less than a year later that even the strongest of warriors can’t always keep their promises. You open the door, expecting and excited to see Geshu Lin, but instead, you find a young man with teal hair standing before you. Your heart drops at the sight of him and slowly, your eyes drop to the letter in his hands. You don’t even need to hear the young man’s words. You know what happened to Geshu Lin. Falling to your knees, tears begin to fall once again, but Geshu Lin is no longer here to wipe them for you.

a/n: Hope you enjoyed this!!

[starman-john-tracy]

What's it like to have your dad back after such a long time? 🫂

“I… actually, honestly, I don’t think I can describe it.” John’s voice comes out far quieter than he’d intended. He shakes his head, soft and slow, and his shoulders tense like the question has set him on an edge he’s wary of toppling over.

“I… sometimes I don’t think I can even believe it. After all this time, Dad’s actually home and it’s real and-” John's shoulders roll themselves through a shrug, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly as he swallows. “All I have to do is walk downstairs and he’s there, sitting at his desk like nothing happened and-" and John doesn't think he knows how to vocalise what that means to him. The ginger head shakes again.

“So many times, while Dad was gone," His voice is surprisingly thick, "I’d call, expecting him to be there like normal. I'd forget, almost. But the comm would just ring and ring and- and now he’s actually back on the other end.” The astronaut laughs, but it sounds suspiciously wet. “He’s actually home.”

It’s so… unbelievable. Surreal. Beyond their wildest dreams.

The happiness it's brought is indescribable to John (who has trouble expressing such a thing at the best of times). He's just ridiculously deliriously, unmistakably happy - in a way he's never felt his whole life. It's like riding a drug high. Like a sky he'd forgotten was black has finally cleared. His heart just feels so full and the relief is all encompassing. John has, in fact, smiled so much recently that his cheeks have started to hurt. Gordon jabbed him in the face with a finger and asked him what was wrong with it. Twice.

Because, while John had never stopped looking - while Thunderbird Five never turned off the facial recognition protocols scanning the globe - that didn't mean he'd not stopped hoping. He thinks Scott had stopped too. Then Virgil and Gordon. Only Alan, really, who was eight at the time their Father had disappeared, and therefore too young to fully remember a time when he had always been there for them, had completely refused to accept the possibility he wasn’t coming back.

The systems and algorithms Five has designated to look for their Father are, actually, still running, even now. John can't quite bring himself to shut them down just yet. From the moment it was suggested that the Zero-X had launched Jeff Tracy into the Oort Cloud, that they could follow him there, everything has just seemed... too good to be true. Like this might all be an incredibly realistic dream he could wake up from. Like it would be giving up to turn them off, even though Jeff Tracy is right here; perfectly alive and safe with one hand on Scott's shoulder and the other arm curled around Alan, loudly talking their ears off about space rescue parameters.

John thinks that, maybe, the systems have just been running for so long, for so many years, that, like background noise, he's become intrinsically used to the blank, empty results - and that turning them off would feel like losing a vital part of his Thunderbird. Of maybe himself.

Only the results aren't blank anymore.

If John's honest, though, having him home has also been... a bit of a struggle to adjust to. Scott seemed to expected their Father to need to fully retire after his stint in space, for him to let them continue as they have been, but, if anything, now he's recovering Jeff seems more keen to get back into the running of International Rescue than ever. Had Scott properly thought about it, he would have known what they all did - Colonel Tracy would never let go of IR's reins. Not without a fight.

And it's making their current Field Commander butt his stubborn head hard against their old one's.

John thinks their Father needs to learn that, well... a lot has changed. His little boys have really grown up, and stepped into the shoes it took all five of them to fill.

The current problem is that Jeff thinks Alan's still too young to run ops by himself - but John has over a hundred successful mission logs from the times they had no choice but to send Alan up alone, to prove him wrong. He doesn't feel the man can really argue with both the evidence that his youngest son is a prodigy, or the fact it was Alan's determination, at the core of it, that saved him from deep space.

The kid's a better pilot than any of them, after all - and trained not by their Father like the rest of them, but by his big brothers and his own natural skill and sheer determination. They just need to get Jeff to see that he's the reason they’d gotten to him just in time.

Weak and malnutritioned - bleached thin and shaky by life in zero gravity, in space, with only old oxygen scrubbers and the bare minimum of ration bars that had been aboard the space plane, their Father is hardly the strong, idealised man they’d lost. He’s come back with something softer, quieter. Something a little more like John in ways the younger astronaut had always assumed he’d got from his Mother. Jeff talks to himself a lot, sleeps a lot, eats a lot. He’s a very much changed man by the experience.

But he’s still their Father.

And they’d have given anything to get him back home safely.

And, with their lives and Thunderbirds on the line, they almost had.

[astromechs]

Velcinta + 9, although Idk if you want to write them!

i have never written velcinta before today, so good news, i finally broke the seal! they're both alive and well, eat my shorts, tony gilroy <3 from this list; also on ao3!

It’s critical for there to still be a sense of structure on Yavin. An army, a real one, doesn’t function without that; with no set chain of command that everyone agrees to respect, with no protocols regarding the handling and possession of weapons, there’s only a swarm of people aimlessly carrying blasters, and the close call on Ghorman has the potential to become something much worse.

She and Vel spend their days, now, instilling that message into the new recruits.

Some of them fall in line easily, and within one session become their best students. Others are more resistant — and it’s understandable, because it takes a certain type of fight to be here in the first place, but that fight can easily turn to arrogance, which can easily turn to a mission blown and a steep cost.

It also takes a certain kind of loss to be here; Cinta knows that better than anyone. She may take the vibroknife she always carries out of its sheath when she needs to, and she may, in extreme cases, go as far as to touch the tip of the blade to a careless recruit’s face just to emphasize the seriousness of the day’s lesson, but she goes no further than that. They don’t need cruelty in a galaxy that’s already cruel, thousands of times over.

That’s what they’re fighting against. What they’re fighting to the death to defeat.

Yavin, Cinta finds, also gives a glimpse at what they’re fighting to save.

It’s been years since she’s thought of it that way — or maybe she never has at all, before this. Even if she’s tucked the quiet nights on Aldhani into a deep place in her memory, the ones she’d spent in the warmth of entwined limbs and had barely noticed the chill in the air, she’d known there would be an end to them; there’d be a mission completed or her own death, or both. There’d been missions after that, solo and much colder, one objective to complete before the next, a recovery to be made just to be useful so that she could do it all over again….

Here, though, there are people she sees everyday, with no time limit on that. She’s started to say hello to the faces that have become familiar to her over the past year, and those hellos have spawned into conversations and eventually turned into shared evening meals. Smiles have started to form on her face spontaneously, with no use for them at all; laughs have started to tumble out of her, feeling strangely light but altogether natural.

And there’s always a steady presence by her side. Always a hand to hold, in the privacy of their quarters and around the base alike. Her family will always be in her thoughts when she readies her weapons and steps into the field, but so will this — something warm, alive, and present. Found, not lost.

On one particular evening, though, that revelation somehow cements itself more firmly than ever.

It’s a quiet sort of night, when the landing pad is only manned by a skeleton crew — never left defenseless, of course, because the Empire is always out there, but there are shifts that get to rest. That’s enough of a rarity for many that there’s a whole crowd not entirely sure what to do with themselves, and instead of retiring to quarters, most of that number gather around a fire a small distance away from the communal tables, passing around as much revnog as anyone can stomach.

Cinta, for her part, has refused more than a few sips of it, since she’s due to leave for a reconnaissance mission in the morning and needs to make sure she’s as sharp as possible, but she’s found that she’s enjoyed herself, all the same. There are enough drunken antics — over half of which alone are instigated by Sergeant Melshi — to keep people entertained for hours, until they’re finally tired enough to sleep. So far it’s been three, at least, but she isn’t ready to move from being tucked against Vel’s shoulder, feeling, more than hearing, her laugh.

At one point, the man attempts a handstand, only to promptly fall on his face. The crowd erupts with laughter — and so does Melshi himself, after a moment, so the small amount of blood trickling down his face doesn’t appear to be a concern.

“You want to think about sitting the next one out?” Vel calls out from behind her. “In case you forgot, you’re supposed to be covering in training tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember.” Melshi waves her off with a hand. “All right, you made your point.”

As he trudges his way back to a spot to sit, Cinta shifts on Vel’s shoulder, pulling back enough to look at her. Traces of a laugh are still visible on her face, and there’s a glint of it in her eyes, too, along with the flames reflected there.

There are at least a thousand thoughts swirling around her mind, but they all coalesce on one: she’s beautiful.

It’s a strangely light and freeing thought to have, but she wants to follow it, to the one natural direction it leads. In front of everyone else, she leans in, close, and captures Vel’s lips with hers.

She can feel Vel freeze under her in surprise for a second, but only for a second; before long, she eases into it, soft and warm, until their lungs burn and they’re forced to break.

The first sound that greets her, then, is a rasped, breathless curiosity. “What was that for?”

“Because I could.” Cinta can’t think of a better answer — because there really isn’t one. But, after a moment, she adds, softly, “And because I wanted to.”

Vel smiles, and there’s a part of Cinta that wants to never look away. Why would she? Not even the Eye could compare to the sight in front of her. She could stay, just like this, in this one moment, for the rest of her life. The thought doesn’t even scare her like it would have even just a year ago.

But there’s a reason she has to get on a transport tomorrow before first light, and it’s for the chance at more moments like this than she can even imagine.

When she survives, when she lives, when they win — she won’t know anything else.

For tonight, though, she can take a little more of this for herself. She can let her thumb gently trace over the rise of Vel’s cheekbone, then slowly lean in until their lips meet again.

There’s cheering and whistling from the people still scattered around them who are watching, but right now, the sound is faded and weak, like a jammed transmission trying to reach them all the way from Coruscant. It’s something they both ignore, anyway, choosing instead to stay wrapped up in each other, just because they can.

This is more than what they fight for. This is everything.

[onlyangel4]

angst storyline vote

so after the hardest bump i have been on an angst writing kick.

so i have a few storylines and i will likely do most of them at some point but which would you like to see first

you and love interest have been best friends (with undeniable tension) for years, but you’re in a long-term relationship with another wrestler. when that relationship turns toxic, love interest is forced to watch from the sidelines, helpless as you start fading, losing yourself piece by piece. the night you finally break free, he’s the one who picks up the pieces.

you and love interest were supposed to have it all, the perfect love, the dream careers. but after a tragic in-ring accident (where you blame yourself for hurting someone else), you choose to walk away from wrestling, even if it means leaving him behind. love interest refuses to accept it, trying to hold onto you as you slip further away.

you and love interest have been married for years, but an unexpected health crisis turns everything upside down. your love interest, the strong one, the protector, suddenly feels powerless. he throws himself into work, trying to stay strong for you, until one night, he completely breaks.

you and love interest were once the golden couple of wwe until an injury forced you into early retirement. now, years later, a doctor gives you a glimmer of hope that you might be able to wrestle again. love interest is caught between wanting to see you chase your dream and being terrified that he’ll lose you all over again.

you and love interest have always been on-again, off-again. two broken souls who can’t seem to stay away from each other. but after a heated fight, you leave for what’s supposed to be your final match before taking a break from wwe. that night, you suffer a life-threatening injury. he realises too late that the last words he said to you were in anger and now, he might not get another chance.

you and love interest have been through everything together. but after a brutal match leaves him with a severe concussion, he starts considering retirement. without telling you. you only find out when you overhear him talking to his best friend. the fight that follows is heartbreaking, because you get it. but you also can’t imagine a world where he doesn’t wrestle.

you and love interest were the couple in wwe until his career skyrocketed and yours stalled. you sacrificed for him, supported him, waited for him. but in the end, it was never your time. and one day, you just left. now, years later, he finds you again, and all those old wounds are still raw.

you and love interest always knew the risks of this business. but when you take a bad fall and end up in a coma, the world stops. he doesn’t leave your hospital bedside for days. he talks to you even though you can’t respond. he replays the moment over and over in his head, drowning in guilt. and when you finally wake up, you don’t remember anything including him.