#refusing to be normal about it either way

[onetwistedmiracle]

Um, yes. Parents allowed their kids to roam freely in the 70's and 80's.

I'm a GenXer born in 1968. I had only one sibling and he is profoundly disabled with autism (basically non-verbal, has lived in a group home since he was 18) so he had a nanny starting when I was about 13 and after that I was more supervised than most of my peers. Nonetheless, ages 7 through 12 I could leave my home in the morning on a day when there was no school and not return until dinner. I had a watch from a very young age.

My parents told me not to leave the island (small residential island near Savannah, GA) and I obeyed them, but if I had disobeyed they wouldn't have known unless something had happened to me. They may or may not have had phone numbers for most of the houses I was likely to walk or bike to, but those were landlines, obviously, and only got answered when both possible and convenient.

These clips on youtube? Are not fake.

As I once said to a snarly Boomer when my own kids were still fairly small (I have 3 GenZ kids, now all in their 20s): "Nancy, when you were raising children, if something happened people would cry with you and bring you a casserole. Now if something happens, Mommy goes to jail."

Times have CHANGED.

And as @lightandwinged brings up, it is hardly true that children didn't get hurt back then. I was once sexually assaulted while walking home. A friend's little brother touched a spinning ... machine (I wish I could tell you what it was) installed in his backyard and lost the tips of three fingers. I have two friends my own age who grew up elsewhere in the USA who were both, separately, snatched up by a stranger and sexually assaulted.

I was myself once walking home (different story from the first sexual assault, sigh) and realized I was being followed by a car. I went to the first friend's house I could and called my mother to ask her to pick me up so I wouldn't have to risk whatever that driver might have had in mind. I felt lucky she was home to answer the phone.

Younger people will probably have difficulty believing this, but my mother refused to drive less than a mile to come get me, though I explained about the suspicious car. She told me I was making up a story so I wouldn't have to walk home. She called me lazy. She was not abusive. She was generally a good mother. But she was quite sure, on that occasion, that it was infinitely more likely that I was a lazy asshole than a child in any danger from a suspicious stranger.

Luckily my friends' parents were willing to let me hang out for a while, and by the time I felt safe to leave and try walking home again, the car was gone.

So it isn't that kids never got hurt back then. It isn't that kids never got deliberately targeted by bad people and therefore hurt, either. It's just that it was assumed "normal" and "ordinary" and even "correct" that children were given a great deal more freedom and autonomy.

I think it may well be because children are considered more "valuable" now, but in the way of gold or diamonds, unfortunately. Children are a valuable commodity. A valuable product. Not really so much in the way of "all human life is precious" and definitely not in the way of "every child needs every possible opportunity to grow into the most amazing adult they have the potential to become." If it were one of those we'd find ways to balance this equation. Because children do benefit from freedom and the ability to take some risks. They benefit quite a lot.

This is a legitimate and damaging cultural shift for all involved parties and it needs to be addressed.

[echodr3ad]

Need some more Noob x Reader for Forsaken, I love this shy non-binary baddie. (You will see me more)

-Milkdunked Anon

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ Noob General Dating Hcs

Pairings: Noob x GN Reader

Warnings: None

Authors Note: Man I love Noob SO much aswell, specially their party skin they look SOO CUTEEE!! Sorry for taking a bit Milkdunked Anon, I had exams... Scary, but i'm officially on vacations now! So I can now work on requests! (Yipee!!) Since you didn't specify anything, i'll just be doing general hcs, I hope that's okay with you.

✮ Noob is quite an affectionate partner, they love to cuddle you, hold your hand, kiss your cheek and the like.

✮ What they specially like to do is linking their arms with yours. To them, it feels more intimate and special.

✮ They are a bit shy though, so it may take them a little while before they start becoming affectionate.

✮ You two are the power couple, it's a rarity to see one of you without the other.

✮ If that's the case, it's either because one of you went down or wasn't sent to participate in the round.

✮ The other survivors always ask Noob about you when they don't seem you with them, it's the first thing they ask, like "Hey Noob, where's [Name]?"

✮ They also ask you about Noob if you're the one that's left alone.

✮ Noob will clumsily throw themselves into danger to protect you. Either trying to distract the killer or taking hits for you.

✮ They always blame themselves when you go down, even when it wasn't their fault at all (please comfort them, they need it).

✮ Whenever they find an item, such as another Bloxy Cola or a medkit, you're the first person to receive it, no matter what, even if they might need it more than you do.

✮ But they refuse to take them for themselves. The only way you can force them to take a medkit for themselves is if they're on low HP and Elliot has gone down already.

✮ Speaking of Bloxy Cola, they love sharing theirs with you. It brings them so much joy being able to share something they like so much with you.

✮ They will probably ramble to you about how much more bland it tastes here than in normal Robloxia.

✮ Noob also likes to share all of their snacks with you, usually they wouldn't really like sharing, but since it's you they don't mind. They always ask if you want something.

✮ Whenever you two have the time, they like to take you stargazing since it's always nighttime.

✮ They definitly don't know the names of any constelations, but they make new ones up.

✮ They named one after you, and one after them! They always try to look for those two stars every time they stargaze with you.

✮ Believe it or not, Noob is actually quite the chatterbox. They always have a conversation topic.

✮ Your conversation could start off talking about what happened last round and end up being about something entirely different.

✮ They like to make you matching bracelets for the both of you to wear. The goofy smile they have whenever they see you wearing it is quite adorable.

✮ They don't get really mad or if they see you broke it, specially if they see that you're upset over breaking it. They know it probably wasn't your fault.

✮ They'll gladly make you another bracelet that's even better than the other one!

✮ Noob likes to try and slow dance with you, they aren't exactly good at it, but they like doing so anyway because they think it's really romantic.

✮ They also like cooking with you! They think it's super fun, specially if you're baking together.

✮ They also aren't very good with cooking, but if you are, they'll gladly pass you the ingredients you need and give you moral support with their presence.

✮ If you aren't, the both of you do your best not to screw up, even if it usually happens anyway.

✮ You end up needing to call Elliot for help, and he flawlessly fixes the issue in under a second. He truly is in a different league.

✮ Noob is definitly the type to eat the batter when you're baking, so watch over them.

[sagesskies]

ʙᴀʙʏ ꜱᴀᴊᴀ

✒ 나를 왜 넌 존재하는 ɪᴅᴏʟ?

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ: ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ꜰᴀɴ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ), ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴜʟʟɪᴇᴅ… ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ɪᴛ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ʙʀᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀʙʏ ꜱᴀᴊᴀ'ꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴇᴡꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜰɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ

Huntrix was your favorite girl group of all time. Rumi, Mira, and Zoey were the undefeated champions of your heart. No other group could ever hope to match their skill, their stage presence, or their sheer power.

Their music brought hope even in the darkest of times. Any song you played gave you the strength you needed to achieve your goals.

Without Huntrix, you wouldn't be who you are now.

So when all your friends, friends who you once believed were as unwaveringly loyal to Huntrix as you were, suddenly began fawning over some new boy group they saw perform in the streets, you were shocked, to say the least.

“How could you do this to me?” You couldn’t bear to even look them in the eyes.

Joo-Won sighed, “[Name], it’s not that big of a deal… It’s just a K-pop group.”

“It’s not just a K-pop group to me!” You got up and slammed your hands on the table, not caring about the people that turned their heads to stare at you. You welcomed it. Everybody should see how… how fickle your friends were! Yeah, that’s right. Fickle is what they are. If they could betray Huntrix—betray you—so easily, then public humiliation is the bare minimum of what they deserved.

Eun-Jin pinched the bridge of her nose, lifting her glasses with the motion. Joo-Won slapped your hand. “Calm down, [Name]! We’re in a KFC for god’s sake.”

You whipped your head back and forth, “No! Not until you apologize, and… a-and you have to give me your Mira photo cards too!”

“What are you? A little kid?” Joo-Won’s face contorted in a way that made him look like he was between laughing or yelling at the same volume you were. If you weren’t angry at him, you’d make fun of him for it.

“This is why we don’t tell you we like other groups more,” Eun-Jin sighed, her sharp eyes narrowing into a frigid glare.

Joo-Won slapped her hand this time, “Eun-Jin! We promised we wouldn’t tell [Name] that.”

“Don’t tell me you’re not tired of it either, Joo-Won,” Eun-Jin shot back. Joo-Won grumbled under his breath but didn’t deny it.

Your anger simmered down to confusion. “What are you two talking about?”

“[Name], you’re pretty fucking annoying.”

You flinched.

Joo-Won slapped her shoulder, harder this time, “Eun-Jin!” He hissed.

Despite the strength of Joo-Won’s slap, which you knew was considerable based off of personal experience, Eun-Jin barely reacted beyond directing her glare to Joo-Won for a brief moment before placing her attention back on you.

“Maybe I should have worded it better…” She inhaled. “[Name], your love of Huntrix is what is pretty fucking annoying.”

“That’s not any better!” Joo-Won protested.

Eun-Jin ignored him. “It would be fine if all you did was show your support for them, like a normal fan would, but if we so much as mention how we like another group’s song, you start ranting about how shit they are compared to Huntrix and call them all sorts of names.”

Your chest begins to ache. “Well, that’s—”

“And even though Joo-Won and I were open to listening to Huntrix when you introduced them to us, you refuse to even give the groups we recommend to you a chance. All you do is glaze Huntrix without considering that other groups can make good music you like too,” Eun-Jin exhaled. “You’re usually fun to be with, but just being near you is unbearable when you start acting like that.”

“Eun-Jin…” Joo-Won gnawed on his lip, his gaze flicking back and forth between the two of you.

She blinked. “Oh. Did I go too far?”

Joo-Won dragged his hand over his face. “I should’ve never gotten into K-pop.”

Your eyes begin to sting, a sign of what’s to come. You rub them with the sleeve of your Huntrix hoodie before Joo-Won and Eun-Jin can notice, but it’s obvious what you’re trying to do.

The rest of the people in the KFC have stopped looking at your table, and the usual noise fills your surroundings once more. Embarrassment warms your face, and you duck your head before they can see the tears.

Eun-Jin tries to hand you a tissue. “[Name], I—”

You recoiled the moment her manicured hand came to view.

“It’s—I’m fine.” The sound of your voice, wet and miserable, indicates you aren’t even remotely fine, but you hope the smile you’re wearing will be enough. “I just remembered that I—I actually have somewhere to be right now. So I’m, I’m going to go now.”

You make quick work of gathering your things. Before Joo-Won and Eun-Jin can say anything else, you’re already walking away.

As you’re about to leave, you hear Joo-Won tell Eun-Jin that she shouldn’t have said anything at all.

“I was only saying what we were both thinking, Joo-Won; it’s not my fault you’re a chicken,” Eun-Jin replied.

“I can’t believe how well-priced the tickets were!”

“I can’t wait to see Abby’s body up close…”

“You have your light stick, right?”

“I hope I can see Jinu’s neck sweat this time.”

You were actually here. At a… ugh… Saja Boys concert…

You made sure to dress inconspicuously enough that while nobody would be able to remember what you looked like, security wouldn’t think you were there to cause trouble either.

You wouldn't count this as a betrayal to Huntrix.

No way. Not in a million years would you listen to Saja Boys because you liked them.

Jinu could never be as good at leading as Rumi. No matter how he behaved, it was clear to anybody with two eyes that he thought of them more as tools than actual humans.

Abby and Romance could never pull off pink hair like Mira can. They were better off with their hair and eyebrows shaved.

You don’t even think Mystery has a brain. It’s probably why he has such long bangs: to hide how there’s not a single thought behind his eyes.

And Baby? The fact that he’s called Baby said enough. How anybody could take him seriously as a rapper was beyond you.

His entire persona was an exec’s barely disguised fetish. You would pity him if he wasn’t a Saja Boy.

Anyways, you weren’t here for their performance. No, you were here to find proof.

Proof that they were phonies.

That they should be cast to the side like all the other Huntrix wannabes.

Humans were so fickle after all. All you had to do was find something so incriminating that their fans would have no choice but to do a complete 180 and tear them to tiny, irreparable shreds.

You take a good look at the people around you. Pity is the second thing you feel after anger. They’re wasting their hard-earned money on a sinking ship. You click your tongue. They should’ve stanned Huntrix instead.

Oh well. That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? Your main priority may be Huntrix, but these fans are just as important. The sooner they realize how pathetic the Saja Boys are in comparison, the better.

It won’t be long before the world will go back to the natural order. Huntrix will return to the top, and the Saja Boys will plummet down to irrelevance.

The thought puts a smile on your face.

It was kind of scary how easy it was to get backstage.

Of course, you were lucky enough to find a member of staff who was on break. But it was worrying how the guy accepted your bribe (a couple hundred bucks) without any hesitation.

Not like you can complain, however. Your black hoodie, cap, and jeans helped you blend in with the rest of the staff, but the lanyard was the most important piece of your disguise.

With it, nobody looked at you twice beyond an insignificant wave.

It’s not long after entering backstage that a woman approaches you, the MANAGER button pinned to her shirt flashing under the dim lights, and shoves a box into your hands and instructs you to put it away in the storage room.

You nod on instinct, her tone similar to how Eun-Jin would order you around during two-player games. You may as well do this while you’re here; it’s not like you were on a strict time limit anyways.

After acquiring some directions from another member of staff, under the excuse that you were a new hire, you were quick to go on your way.

You’re passing through a hallway when, in the corner of your eye, you see two men with pink hair pass by you, walking at a leisurely pace.

The moment you realize who they are, you tear your gaze away, not wishing to draw their suspicion.

The Saja Boys were lions alright.

Lazy, good-for-nothing lions that grew fat on indulgence and expected that their visuals and shallow, generic pop songs would carry them forever.

It’s not long before you find the storage room, and beside it, a door that has a piece of paper taped to it. ‘SAJA BOYS’ is written on it in blocky letters.

It clicks immediately that this was the door to the dressing room. Your lips twist into a smile. Even Lady Luck was a fan of Huntrix.

Opening the door, your guess is confirmed. You’d seen pictures of this room from when Zoey had posted a mirror selfie on Instagram. You recognized the vanity’s mirror as the one she posed in.

Slowly, it sinks in.

Oh.

My.

God.

You were standing in the same room where Huntrix was getting ready for their concert. You… you were breathing the same air they had breathed in! You had to take pictures.

Those chairs are where Huntrix sat for their make-up!

That clothing rack is where Huntrix hung up their costumes!!

That dispenser provided Huntrix with the water they needed to stay hydrated!!!

Huntrix could have slept on that couch for naps!!!!

Huntrix could have used that blanket while napping!!!!! Just like whoever was using it now-

Wait.

Slowly, you approach the lump that’s being covered by the blanket. Your hands are shaking as you reach for the edge of the cloth. Is this a person, or is this just person-shaped?

What if it’s a Saja Boy?

A weight presses down on your chest. You can barely breathe.

You didn’t think one of them would be in here. Will he call security? What if you end up on the news?

HUNTRIX FAN GONE CRAZY: SAJA BOYS VICTIMS OF SASAENGS

You’d be a stain on Huntrix’s reputation. Another reason to stan Saja Boys. Their fans haven’t done this kind of shit. They didn’t need to! You’d be proving their superiority with your desperation. Why couldn't you have just stuck to flaming them online?

You have to leave.

“Shit.” You hope he’s asleep. You pray that he’s asleep.

One step.

Joo-Won and Eun-Jin were right. You're fucking crazy. What were you thinking? You’re no great detective bringing truth to light about an atrocious crime.

Two steps.

You’re just a Huntrix fan! A Huntrix fan that’s crossed the line.

Three steps.

What if you’re the straw that breaks the camel’s back? Your heart squeezes at the thought of them going into an ‘indefinite hiatus’ because of this.

Four steps.

Your hand is on the doorknob. You’re so close. Just open the door, and get the hell out of here. Burn the ID you borrowed. Burn the clothes you were wearing. Maybe even throw yourself into the pile. God knows it’s the least you deserve.

A monotone voice scoffs, “What? You’re giving up already?”

You jump, “Fuck!”

Turning around, your chest tightens.

Jesus H. Christ.

Baby Saja… was that what he was called? He was… He looked better than you expected him to. Especially for somebody that just woke up.

With his sharp eyes, small, slightly upturned nose, and the smug smirk he was currently wearing, he reminded you of a cat. He cocked his head to the side, and that thought strengthened in your mind. Really, he was like a cat with mint blue hair.

He yawned, his right arm reaching for the ceiling as his left pulled it back by the bicep. His right hand’s fingers curled in on themselves, like a cat pawing at the air.

You wanted to pinch his cheeks and his nose till his pale skin turned red.

Was this what they meant by cuteness aggression?

“So,” he drawled, “are you just going to gape at me, or...?”

You cover your mouth. Just how long were you staring?

“I’m sorry—” Wait, this is a Saja Boy. “I mean. No! I’m not sorry. I’ve got a bone to pick with you. Just who do you think you are, stealing Huntrix’s win? You're pretty ballsy for a nugu-”

“Mmh,” Baby Saja waves you off, “and you’re pretty ballsy for somebody that’s not even supposed to be here.”

You falter, “We—well, I—”

“Huntrix is great and all,” Baby Saja pouts, “but don’t you think we deserve a chance to shine too?”

Who the hell decided that this guy could look this adorable? You’d like to speak to the manager, because you don’t think you can do this if he looked this… baby.

“I just think that—uh, that you should, you know... pay respects to your—”

“Shh…” You blink, and suddenly he’s right in front of you, finger pressed to your lips, close enough for you to smell him. “It’s okay. I know what you really want.”

He smells like smoke. Why does he smell like that? Not cigarette smoke… Like… Like a fire.

“I’ll give it to you,” Baby Saja drags his finger down your chin and to your neck before hooking it around your collar, “but you have to give me what I want too, mkay?”

You try to back away, only to end up pressed against the door. “Uh huh… and, uh, what is that, exactly?”

Baby Saja grins; he tugs your collar down, and to your surprise, instead of being pulled along with it, your hoodie is ripped apart. The fabric tearing as Baby Saja continues to move his finger down the middle. Was his nail always that sharp? And… did he always have those patterns on his hand? Was his skin always this… unnaturally pale?

With your hoodie ruined, all that’s left to cover your chest is your shirt��but that too is rendered ineffective when Baby Saja slices it open with a single swipe of a finger.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Baby Saja plants his palm on your bare chest, nails digging into the muscle, right over where your heart is rapidly beating. “Well, not to you, maybe. But there’s only one thing you can give me that I’ll want—”

He pushes you, and instead of only feeling the cold surface of the door, you instead fall back into the leather couch Baby Saja was lying on earlier. Before you can get up, Baby Saja spreads your legs and slots himself in between them.

“So don’t struggle, okay?” Baby Saja giggles, “I’ll make sure you feel good too~”

Baby Saja devoured your mouth. He dragged his tongue over your gums and teeth, teasing you with how cold it is, before he forced it between your pearly whites and wrapped it around your own tongue. You beat against his chest, trying to push him off of you, but it’s like your mind’s been stuffed in cotton and your limbs are turning to jelly.

You gather the fabric of his sweater in your hands. His eyes, now a molten gold, widen when you pull him closer, but before he can do anything else to you, you bite his tongue. Instead of recoiling, he chuckles into your mouth. The sound reverberating in your head. You taste his blood and moan. Did blood normally taste this good?

As if sensing the thought, Baby Saja pulls away, his tongue still outstretched as if to show off the mark you left on him. All you can focus on is how wet his lips are and how you wish you could feel them on yours once more.

“Soo feisty,” he pecks you on the lips. “I like that. I should give you a reward for that, shouldn’t I?”

You whine when he begins to palm your bulge, “Sto- hnnn, stop that!” You try to bat him away, but he just grabs your hand and drags his tongue from your wrist up to your palm. You realize, as he licks the gaps between your fingers with it, that it is long and serpentine.

You shiver. What would it feel like wrapped around your cock?

Baby Saja’s eyes narrow, a wide smile spreading on his face. “Not now. But maybe later. I wanna play with other parts of you first.”

“Wha— do you mean by—” You yelp when he latches his mouth on your chest. That’s why he tore off your hoodie! This bastard. You’d do something about it if it didn’t feel so… so damn good!

His cold tongue draws circles around your nipple. You attempt to cover your mouth, but it is with unexpected strength that Baby Saja stops you before you can even move your hand towards your face. With his hand wrapped around your wrist, he plants your hand on top of his fluffy locks, eyes issuing a silent command.

A wicked idea enters your mind, and you smirk. You tighten your grip on his hair and jerk him away from your sensitive nipples. Instead of reacting violently, he whines. Voice high-pitched and honey-sweet in tone. It surprises you enough for your grip to soften, and he bites back down on your chest. You hiss and pull his hair, but he only bites down harder. This time, you groan.

“Fuck, you little shit—” You want to hit him so fucking bad. You’ll definitely hit him… just… after you come.

It’s hard to take off your pants while there’s a grown man in between your legs, but you try anyway. Baby Saja slaps your hand away from your belt buckle when you fumble for it, and the silent reprimand in his gaze is enough to stop you.

…He did promise to make you feel good if you made him feel good. Maybe you’ll take him for his word?

You soften your hold on his hair, running your hands through it and appreciating its texture. Baby Saja hums appreciatively, continuing to gnaw on your bud. Slowly, you move your free hand to reach for his zipper. He pauses in his activity, gaze instantly snapping towards it. With your eyes still on him, you unzip his pants and reach in his underwear to pull it out.

His cock, semi-hard, and just the right size for your hand to fit around it without engulfing it. You squeeze it gently, watching as Baby Saja practically melts into you the more you do it. Taking that as a go signal, you start to move your hand up and down. Pumping it at a steady rhythm.

You wish he’d touch your dick. Fuck, you want him to touch it so bad. Make him put that tongue to good use around your cock instead of your chest. He’d love it. More for him to swallow, right? Not like he was going to get any milk from your chest.

“Nngh,” Baby Saja’s brows knit together, his eyes glaze over, and his hips begin to buck into your hand. His lips leave your nipples with a soft, wet pop. “Fa-faster…”

His cheeks are flushed pink, the edges of his hair are sticking to his head with sweat, and his lips are slick with spit. Perfection. Absolute perfection. That’s what he looked like. A fucked-out little angel, and you didn’t even get to put your dick in him yet.

You gulp, “No.”

“Hu-huh?” Baby Saja frowns, gaze turning frigid. “What do you..?”

You dig your thumb into the plump flesh of his lower lip, your cock pulsing when he whimpers, “Suck my cock, Baby.”

Baby Saja gnaws on his lip, his sharp, cat-like eyes somehow rounder, far more fitting for his stage name of ‘Baby Saja.’ God, you just wanted to shove it in there already.

“You want to come?” You sneer, “Then I’ll make you gag so hard on my dick that you’ll have no other choice but to.”

It’s not long before he’s on his knees, caged between your legs, wide eyes staring at your cock. If somebody showed you before and after photos of Baby Saja, you wouldn’t just laugh, you’d fucking guffaw.

Still, you can’t help but feel some fondness for him. It’s hard to mock him or hate him for being a Saja Boy when he looked this cute and fuckable.

You card your hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face. Maybe you should be more concerned about the purple marks on his face, the same marks you saw on his hand earlier, but honestly… who would give a fuck if they were in your shoes?

You chuckle, “Never sucked a cock before? Need me to teach you?”

Baby Saja flinches; he levels you with a glare that would’ve scared you earlier had he not been gorging himself on your chest earlier. “I do not. I can figure it out perfectly well on my own.”

As if to prove himself, he grabs ahold of your dick, sharp nails pressing into the meat with enough force to remind you of what he’s capable of, and drags his tongue from the root to the very tip. His eyes stay on you the entire time.

He takes his time with these little kitten licks, moving at a pace that’s too leisurely for your liking. You grumble under your breath and seize his hair and force him down on your cock till he begins to choke.

“My dick’s not a fucking ice-cream cone Baby,” You click your tongue. “I said suck.”

Baby Saja glares at you from under his eyelashes but doesn’t so much as flip you off. Instead, his eyes seem to flash with a sudden mischief.

He lifts his head till his lips are just around the head of your cock, and when it happens, you hiss appreciatively.

Baby Saja’s tongue circles around your cockhead before plunging into the slit. Instinctively, you grab his head with both your hands and force it back down. He groans again, but you can’t bring yourself to care when it feels so good. His throat is warm and tight, while his tongue is as cold as a damn ice cube, and it makes you so fucking sensitive.

You start bucking into his mouth. Baby Saja’s gagging and choking sounded better than any Baby Saja song you had the misfortune of hearing. His puffed-out cheeks and teary eyes only served to make you harder than you already were.

This was heaven, wasn’t it? You never wanted this to end—

“Fuck!” You howl, snapped out of your reverie by a sudden piercing sensation.

You look to the source of the pain and find that Baby Saja has pierced your legs with the nails on his left hand. You’re about to yell at him, but then you see that his right hand is between his own legs and moving at a pace faster than your eyes can even track.

What you can make out is the pre smeared all over his hand, which flows in thick streams from the head of his cock, which has turned a furious shade of red.

It was clear to anybody with two working eyes that he wanted to come even more than you did.

“You’re so… fucking… cute!” you exclaim as you thrust all the way into Baby Saja’s mouth, fucking his throat like you were going to die if you didn’t come soon. You needed to make him feel good, yeah. Yeah!

Fuck the Saja Boys, and Huntrix too. You didn’t need either of them.

All you needed was Baby Saja’s mouth, his whole damn body, for the rest of your life, and you would make sure that all he’d ever want was your cock. Then neither of you would ever want for anything else.

“Fuck, I’m—” You groan and unload into Baby Saja’s mouth. From the feeling of something wet landing on your pants, you could tell he came too.

You pour your jizz down his throat, and he drinks it in with a fervor he didn’t display even when he was sucking your chest. His throat bobs as he gulps it all down, tears in the corners of his eyes, the twin suns gleaming with what could only be described as utterly euphoric.

Even when you finish coming, he continues to suck away at your cock like it’s a lollipop. You’re content to let him continue, occupying yourself by playing with his hair. Unfortunately, your little private paradise is interrupted by a knock at the door, a voice calling for Baby Saja to go backstage where the others were waiting for him.

“Huh, I forgot that was happening tonight…” You hum, “What are you going to do about your weird marks—oh.”

The moment you turned back to look at him, he was back to normal. His eyes were their usual dark brown, and his skin was rid of all the strange marks that had adorned it earlier. Even his nails were back to a normal length.

Baby Saja takes your cock out of his mouth but stares at it forlornly like it was a lover boarding a ship that would take it far, far away from him.

You stand up and grab him a bottle of water from the vanity. “Here,” you hold it out for him, “for your voice.”

He raises his brow. “Now, why would I need that? ” His voice isn’t even raspy; in fact, it sounds perfect. Like he didn’t just get wrecked in the throat.

You stare at him. “What even are you?” Because he clearly wasn’t a human.

Did the other Saja Boys know about this too? Were they the same, or was it just Baby Saja? Now that the pleasure of climax was fading from your mind, it was starting to fill up with questions that you sorely needed answers to.

Baby Saja tilts his head. “Why does it matter? After all, I’m just a… what did you call me again? A nugu?”

“You’re certainly not a nugu when it comes to using that tongue,” you mutter under your breath.

“What was that?” He leans in closer, batting his eyelashes at you.

“Nothing,” you bristle. “Just go already. Rap for your adoring fans, or whatever.” You’ll find out more later. If you can do this once, you can do this again. Right? Right…

He laughs but acquiesces. Just as he’s about to open the door, he glances back at you. A smirk spreads on his face, eyes flashing gold for a brief moment. The sight sends a shiver down your spine.

“If you ever want to do this again… just call me,” Baby Saja licks his lips. “I’ll come if it’s you, [Name].”

☏ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟ: ᴍʀ. ꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

☏ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟ: ᴍʀ. ꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴏᴡ… ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪꜱ.

[theinheriteddutchess]

Like Fate

Summary: Steve seemed perfect. Until he didn't. And now you're not sure if you'll ever be safe because he does not accept your breakup.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 2.002

Warnings: stalking, non-con vibes, ex-boyfriend Steve, possessive Steve, mob!Steve, threats, controlling ex.

Notes: I forgot I had this done for a bit, sorry, just been busy on other Stories, but right I thought, why not? Make room, vol that masterlist. So here it is, enjoy.

Masterlist

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The lights were so bright it was disorientating, blinding you at times, making it difficult to see your surroundings clearly. But you could have sworn you saw him.

When you looked a second later, he wasn’t there.

You tried to calm your racing heart. No need to panic. It was your paranoia. You were out of town, visiting your friend. He didn’t know where you were. That was the whole point. To be away from that smothering tension that his presence left in you. You ex-boyfriend.

Steve Rogers. The picture of perfection. Boy scout good manners, eager to help. That’s how you two met. You, stranded on the side of the road when your car suddenly gave up, and him, stepping up to help you out.

He had asked you out before you parted ways and you had accepted immediately. He had been so kind, and you weren’t too ashamed to admit that his good looks and dazzling smile didn’t make your heart flutter.

He seriously gave you the best sex you ever had. It’s like he knew your body better than you did! There were times you lay limp on the bed, not knowing how to ever get back to normal again.

He was perfect. Well, he had seemed so anyway.

You knew he had been thinking of proposing. His best friend let something slip and winked when you stuttered nonsensical words in your total surprise. It might’ve been fast, you didn’t even know each other a year, but you already knew you’d say yes.

And then you had accidently been at the wrong place at the wrong time. And you had watched as Steve shot a person.

He had looked nothing like the friendly man you’d come to know. But that this wasn’t the first time he had killed, that was sure. And the way he had spoken, about the man messing up a delivery, it didn’t take a fool to know he was in some shady business.

Shaken, you had packed your stuff - thanking whatever entity was out there for looking out for you and you having been undetected so far - and decided to leave everything you  couldn’t carry. No word, no note. Just ran as fast as you could.

He called after an hour. Then rapidly several times when you didn’t pick up. He drove to your apartment, but you refused to open. He got agitated then, but obeyed your wishes to be left alone. For a few days. Then he demanded to talk. When you told him you wanted nothing to do with him, that you knew he was a murderer, he let out a chuckle.

“Oh honey, I’m much more than that.”

It had chilled you, afraid he was going to kill you right then and there, cursing yourself for being so dumb to tell him you knew, but he hadn’t come near, he didn’t force his way into your home. He had told you to think about it for a few days, and that you would come back, he was sure.

He seemed to be under the impression you would take him back. And you spend a few days and nights terrified he was going to show up again and force his way into your apartment to either murder you or abduct you. None of these things happened, but you felt watched. Sometimes you saw his face in the crowd. Or your car was suddenly filled up. Your sister received an expensive gift for your niece under your name. You never shopped in that store, you couldn’t afford it. 

Weird things like that kept happening. A filled fridge. Money into your bank account, your male friends rapidly refusing to hang out with you anymore. It was his doing, you knew it. You had no real proof. And what could you say? My ex is trying to take care of me? I just don’t want him to? He murdered someone? You had no proof and you were sure the body had disappeared long before. 

You couldn't sleep, and you couldn’t focus, and your neck hurt from twisting it so much while walking outside, to see if you spotted him. Sometimes he was nowhere in sight, but you did not let your guard down. You refused to go to your favourite coffee shop, because they told you everything was paid for, indefinitely.

You thought for a moment if it was easier to give in. But you couldn’t condone his lifestyle. You could not deal with seeing anymore murders. And Steve had proven he had a possessive streak. How did you not notice it before? Were you so blinded by infatuation?

So when your friend had offered you to come over for a few days, to get pampered while dealing with a break up - and that’s what you told everyone, not anything more -  you took it.

It was supposed to be a few days away from it all, to be able to let go and figure out what to do from there. Move? He would know before you made one step. The only thing you could think of was to disappear, but that meant leaving your family and friends behind, and you did not think it past Steve to use them against you. You wouldn't expect any decency from him after what you witnessed him to be capable of.

It was your first night here in this place, and yet you thought you spotted him. It couldn’t be possible. You had told no one. You grabbed a bag and just left. If anyone wanted to contact you, they had your number. It was the safest way you could think of.

But as you looked around frantically, he was nowhere in sight. A figment of your frightful illusions. You took a deep breath, told your friend you’d be right back. Off to the bar, ready to drink and forget your problems, even if only for a few hours.

As you waited to be helped you felt someone press against you from the side. Maybe a drunk clubber, maybe an interested guy, maybe both. You weren’t looking for any attention though, so you peeked up to check what situation you might be in and froze.

A sparkling smile shone down upon you. He was wearing a deep blue shirt, hair styled to perfection. As usual, it always looked like he had a personal hairstylist with some kind of secret serum to make it lay on his head that way. His sleeves rolled up to show his impressive muscles - and you weren’t the only one who ogled them -, eyelashes casting a mysterious shadow on his cheeks with how long they were.

God, he looked perfect. And you were a dumb hoe to fall for it!

“Hey baby, having fun?”

“How?” You only managed to stutter, your eyes not leaving his frame even once.

“How did I find you? Baby come on, I always know where you are and what you are doing. I’m a little hurt you’ve tried to flee from me, but I get it, you’re scared. You saw something I never wanted you to see and now you’ve got it in your head I'm not the man you fell for. But you don’t need to be so frightened around me. I don’t hurt the people I care about.”

LIke it was going to make you feel relieved to hear it. “Just everyone else.”

He shrugged, looking unapologetic. “When they get in my way. Or steal from me. I really hate liars.”

He brushed some sweaty hairs from your forehead. Almost lovingly. “But you are different. I knew it when I first saw you. Special. I knew I couldn't let you slip through my fingers. And we were perfect weren’t we?”

“It was all a lie,” You told him, trying to whisper but the loud music made you raise your voice at the same time. “You were never that person.”

“Of course I am, I’m just also a little more.” He signed at the bartender to come over, and of course the man came over immediately even if you tried to catch his attention for minutes before. “She'll have a sea breeze cocktail. And give me a beer, okay?”

Then he turned to you again. “We’re going to have a drink and we’re going to talk things out, and after, once I answered all your questions, you’re going to tell your friend we’ve made up. Just a silly misunderstanding.”

“I will not!” You hissed. “There’s nothing you can say that will make me change my mind.”

His eyes narrowed, even if the smile never left his face. “If you’re worried about her getting bored without you, don’t worry. Bucky will be happy to keep her company. Look, it seems they're getting along already.”

You recognized him after a second. Bucky. His best friend. He was smiling down at your friend, and his hands were on her hips and she peaked coyly from under her lashes at him as she let her finger trail over the opened collar of his shirt.

He turned you and pointed into the direction where you had left your friend on the dancefloor. She wasn’t alone. A big dark haired man was dancing close to her. Your friend was looking at him with that expression she used when she tried to lure men in, before they realised they’d be limping from her bed the next morning.

You stepped forward, or were going to, fully intend to put a stop to this, to get her away from him safely, when you got pulled back, and into a firm chest. You felt him lower himself so he could talk into your ear.

“Don’t. He won’t hurt her. He actually might be a little interested in her. Maybe you should let them get to know each other. It will give us time to work things out, and as long as we are talking, he’s got no reason to get to work. So what is it? Does Bucky get to have his well deserved day off, or do I need to put him to work and give some orders?”

You felt bile come up watching them and hearing Steve's words. You didn’t want to do this, you didn’t want to be near Steve, he terrified you. But your friend was in danger, that was sure. Tears sprung in your eyes and you tried to prevent them from rolling down and alerting anyone. It would not end well.

And even if you managed to escape now, what about your friend? And what about after? Steve had already proven he wasn’t going to let you go, and now he knew where she lived. And you knew he could get to any one of your family or friends. The only reason he hadn’t was because he wanted you to play along. Maybe hoped you would come to be okay with who he was. 

You wouldn’t be. But as much as you were frightened by him and by everything that was still a mystery to you, you didn’t think you could put anyone else in trouble.

You sighed, feeling the breath shakily come out.  “I, I think we can talk.”

His smile brightened. “Good, I’m glad baby. You’ll see, we can work this out. You have nothing to worry about. All you have to do is just hear me out. I’m sure we can get back to how things were, right? Although….I'm sure you know about my plans, Bucky was a little eager to spill, wasn’t he? He’s always been a sap. Romantic at heart. And who knows, maybe next year he’s going to be the lucky man at the way those two are eyeing each other right now. Reminds me of us. Like fate.”

He dragged you to the VIP area. Secluded. Alone. Your heart beating quicker with every step you took further away from your friend, further away from backup, further away from the freedom of what your life had been.

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[timkontheunsure]

@jester-nonconforming while Millie and her family doesn't have institutional power, people like them have more power day to day to fuck people over.

And that's what I want Millie to come to terms with it.

(Even if it's very unlikely to come from Sallie May 🙂. Honestly happy to have misread that).

Millie's family owns a pretty large farm, with regular vacancies, incharge of hiring and firings.

Not one a single hellhound is employed there. Not a single hellhound is even at the festival, except Loona. So no body in this town is employing a hellhound here.

Then there's how Millie has the power to ruin Loona's day, and make her feel unwanted, in Loona's own family business.

Both Millie and Moxxie can do this anytime they want, and did till recently.

Institutional power can feel too all encompassing to really feel like there's a way to change it.

It's what bribes your government takes, it's weather or not banks will lone to you, it's if you have to wait 5 years for a yearly vaccination or not.

But the power people like Millie has is up close and personal.

It's hiring and firings for bullshit reasons like you're hair being unprofessional, it's the apartment suddenly being rented out the moment when you apply. It's bullying in work because of something you can't change about yourself.

Without even really thinking about it, Millie can and did make Loona feel unsafe, and unwanted; in the space that specifically designed for her.

Blitz wants to help his found family out with IMP, that the whole point of it.

But it's a family business, and that job was made so Loona would have a safe space; after the trauma of the foster system, and group home that's was just a pound.

Blitz can't do anything to make that system better, nor can Millie; or realistically even Stolas at the height of his power.

It would take Bee noticing and staying involved over the long term. Something she's very unlikely want to do.

I like Bee alot, but she about the high life and throwing a good party; more than she is about politics and institutional change. She's what you want, blowing off steam. Not what you need, systematic change.

And it's is important that Blitz calls all the Sins out on that. But that's big picture stuff that can take years to overcome.

Yer it's important that the top down hate is pointed out, cus unlike our world the people who set up this system are alive and around to yell at. And infinitely more likely to listen, in Bee and Ozzie's cases; than go full fascist if people ask for basic rights.

But it's also important we don't forget the day to day damage normal people like us can and do do to people with less privilege.

It's kinda important we look at what amount of power Stolas might have been able wield to change things.

Like he can break the law on who gets to use the grimoire, with a slap on the wrist. But he couldn't refuse a marriage, or not have a 'precautionary heir', being made easily replaceable.

He loved one imp and would have been killed by his wife for it, if Andy didn't want something.

If Stolas have really started to make changes, outside his own house*, would it really have been long before Paimon called in that's implied threat? (*I'm certain he could have done better for the people he employed with no kickback).

But Stella seemed pretty confident that the rest of the Goeita would side with her, because of Stolas' choice in lovers. If Via was younger she might have been right. No divorce, and she could kill him for the embarrassment factor. It does seem possible.

I'm also not trying to let Stolas off here either, because he neither had the will nor the inclination to make any changes when he did have power.

That something his only start to learn now. (phft he's a dumbass, but we love him).

None of the imps working for him ever got Sinsmas off, and the fecker could use them as a stress ball, or make their day worse by being a dunk idiot all shift.

Sure, he was willing to give Blitz a shot, and lend him the resources to start IMP. And that's also not nothing.

But if it was someone else he didn't know, hell no are they getting that book. Let alone a shady sweetheart no monye deal for sex work.

(Bee and Ozzie also wouldn't have spoken up for Blitz if they didn't already know him).

(No other imp is getting this treatment).

There's a mantra that was drilled in my head as a kid; 'it's not what you know it's who you know'. Me and sib's first jobs were gotten at 7, cus we needed the cash. These were through someone who knew our mum. (We were still expected to get good grades too lol).

But there's very few Blitzs. People both willing and able to take a shot on you; because they think you have talent. Like how Blitz does with Moxxie and Millie.

Or take you in just cus they see you need someone to do that.

It's more often going to come down to who you know, and that lead us back to a whole town refusing to hire hellhounds... And Millie being raised like that.

Odd thought, but does anyone else think Sallie May will be used to explode Millie's previous microaggressions to Loona?

when the show starts Millie is more likely to call Loona their business's hellhound, instead of her name.

Making Loona joint office property, like a stapler or the photocopier.

And when Millie heads home, with the rest of IMP, for the harvest moon festival; we see where she got this attitude. From her family.

Everyone else gets introduced by name; but Loona who's back to be described as property.

Which Blitz rightly backs Loona up when she calls this shit out. But he slightly misses the point saying Loona's his daughter.

She was asking to be seen as an individual, instead of resource owned by Blitz. Like a pet or a work animal. And Blitz bless him still ties her statues with these bigots to being his.

Sallie doesn't even mention Loona in the group of people who came to visit.

She mentioned Stolas, who wasn't even staying with in their home; when Loona was.

Millie seems to have started to come around to treating Loona better. Using her name, talking to her directly instead of past her. And even asking her nicely to do something, instead of demanding things like Millie did before.

Yep, it's the very bare minimum of starting to see the other person as a person. And if Millie's changes where pointing out now; it'd be Millie wanting a cookie for something she should have been doing all along.

But it is interesting that it's been left, when Stolas doing the same thing to Blitz has been called out. (Because both her and Stolas are trying to do better).

It feels like a way to have this address would be seeing her own sister pull the same crap she used to. Sallie is set to be in more episodes. (Pet theory is she's help out with Millie's maternity leave).

Loona didn't feel these people deserved to know her name, because she'd just be the hellhound to them anyway. It's not like any of them even asks.

I honestly can't see Sallie May not fucking this up and being very rude; with Millie having to think about her previous actions and apologise.

[reggie-hedgie]

(SOME) TF2 Headcanons!

TW/CW: implied trauma, mention of burn scars, general tf2 stuff ig? (If I need to add anything, please lmk!)

Characters: Pyro, Sniper

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Pyro- 🔥

-Burn victim. They were a fairly functional adult before an accident left them badly burned, scarred both mentally and physically. The way they see things only applies to violence or gore, otherwise stuff is fairly normal. It’s basically a mental block to avoid further mental scarring.

-They’re really bad about cutting their nails, and wore gloves to keep from itching when they were healing after the accident, and it became a comfort thing to wear some kind of gloves or other hand covering.

-They smell like smoke and cherry syrup.

-Engie makes them Shirley temples on hot days because they refuse to drink plain water.

-almost completely indifferent to pronouns. They is preferred, since Spy and Heavy called them “it” and “thing” when they were newer to the team, but they won’t make a fuss either way.

-(heavy and spy have since warmed up to pyro, heavy more quickly. I have a soft spot for Texas toast and French toast also, SO-)

-They like Medic the least, they don’t remember much of recovery, but they remember the pain of bandage changes, and the nurses being involved, but they don’t honestly hate anyone in the team.

-Very physically affectionate. They love platonic handholding and snuggling. If someone is just chilling somewhere, they always snuggle up, wanting company or just some affection.

-They actually get cold pretty easily. Nerve damage, maybe? Another reason they snuggle, they’re cold. They like heated blankets.

-They aren’t fond of weighted blankets though. They don’t like feeling trapped under things, even if they technically aren’t trapped.

-Often dehydrated. They hate drinking plain water, and they get hot and sweaty in the suit.

-Could probably beat Scout in a stamina race without their mask, gas masks are hard to breathe in and they wear one all the time. It’s like training at high elevation for a low elevation competition.

-Loves listening to anything anyone has to say.

-Sniper is one of their favorite people to be around, outside of ships. Sniper doesn’t mind them at all, and they enjoy quiet company like he does.

-Actually very helpful. Engie often has them hand him tools when working on a project.

-Engie got them one of those noise machine things for sleeping, but swapped out the sound for rain and thunder instead of just the awful white noise static (sorry white noise enjoyers, I can’t-)

-They can sleep without the rain sounds as long as they have something else to fill the void while they try to sleep. Sleeping in the same room as someone else is always good, the other person’s breathing/snoring is perfect.

-honorary eldritch horror pyro mention, I love that a lot.

-If eldritch pyro could make themselves appear human, they’d pick traits from other mercs. Snipers crooked smile, medics body type, heavy’s loud voice, Scout’s energy, Engie’s empathy, etc

-Loves napping in the sun or under a tree, it’s comfy.

-Happy hand stims. Also uses ASL. Their little happy dance is also a stim.

Sniper- 🦘

—Autistic creature for SURE

-also trans creature. The T wasn’t kind to his face lol

-his mum and dad don’t mind at all, they just don’t approve of sniping lol

-he’s got Disney Princess magic, animals love him, regardless of the animal. Or is that Aussie/New Zealand magic… hmmmm

-big fan of rodents and reptiles especially. Doesn’t mind most insects but some still give him the willies… earwigs… eugh

-So used to being all by himself in a sniper nest, that he doesn’t talk all that much unless he feels like it. He will talk to himself as a way to think and process stuff.

-He loves tart fruit. If pyro doesn’t want a fruit with their breakfast cuz it’s too sour, he’ll eat it. Doesn’t care if pyro already bit it. He’s gross/j

-He loves weighted blankets, but gets too warm so he’s always got his feet out the end of the blanket.

-His joins sound AWFUL. His neck is the worst of it, from hunching over his sniper all day.

-nearly passes away when Engie gives him a shoulder rub cuz he was complaining about a bad shoulder. He’s very prone to getting used to constant pain/general discomfort, so it felt amazing lolol

-Decent about hydrating. Total opposite of pyro, isn’t fond of sugary flavored drinks, plain water or ice tea are always good, even if iced tea would give most UK associated folks a stroke.

-snores and talks in his sleep, although it’s usually just nonsense. Tends to have weird dreams too

-Likes movies but just as background noise, he rarely actively watches them. Will occasionally lurk behind the couch like a creature if he’s interested.

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Too eepy to think of the others, let me know if I should do some of the others- can you tell who’s my favorite lol

[doodler16]

"I’m very confused where some people get the idea that Adam is trying to keep Heaven safe when he has his own agenda and ulterior motives."

I feel like one explanation is because they don't want to admit that the Adam we see in canon is who he truly is and not some facade he created. Liking villains can be hard, especially if you feel like you have to defend your fave all the time (or people assume you accept their horrible actions)

Adam was probably different thousands of years ago. Or he had his current flaws but they were way smaller/balanced out with good qualities. But that was then and this is now. The current Adam is basically a corrupted cop who enjoys beating up criminals with black and white mindset (and probably homeless people too)

The whole theme in the show is that people can/will change (even though it's rushed due the fast pace). The time is moving normally in afterlife and people are living it. It's not like Adam is put in the freezer for 99% of the year. I'm not the same person I was 5 years ago and I don't see the things be any different with him

Leaks also don't paint a really good/protect heaven kind of picture about Adam, though it might be just Lute's preferred view of him, the one who validates her toxic/self righteous mindset

Now that I’m thinking about it, most if not some of the descriptions people use are from Bible Adam. All we know about Hazbin Adam in his time during Eden is that he wanted to control Lilith and she refused, that’s it. Either way, I appreciate your answer and input regarding Adam.

Hopefully, season 2 or the future seasons goes into depth regarding Adam’s time in Eden because bro is not the beating the “I’m evil since day one” allegations. You are right about change, no one always hold the same opinions.

[wildsaltair]

question for the class: do we think maybe the breastplate Proximo gives Maximus is the one Proximo wore when he was a gladiator? maybe the one he was wearing when Marcus Aurelius freed him?

[makotonaegiunderstander]

something I’ve been thinking abt is how many people think Makoto is immune to despair. I don’t think he is. I think becoming the ultimate Hope was BECAUSE he felt despair. He wouldn’t have fully reached that point without Junko. Makoto becoming such a beacon was his last attempt to avoid completely falling and it wasn’t because he didn’t feel despair, it was because he was too damn stubborn to allow everything to go to waste and he refused to sacrifice his beliefs for someone else’s. His inner monologue tells me he DID experience the same new low the other suvivors did in the final trial, but at the point where he had the choice to give up and die, he looked at the others and he looked at Junko and he couldn’t allow it to happen, not out of self preservation, but because the idea that Junko would have control over their lives made him FURIOUS. and that utter refusal to die kicked in, wether luck or otherwise, and he made the concious effort for one last push while something in him was breaking. He had to be broken in order for the Ultimate Hope to come through so aggressively, bc it could only exist in the face of the Ultimate Despair. He snapped the same way she did, but in the other direction. In what could have been his final moments he chose to embody everything Junko wasn’t, and every single optimistic and luck fueled ideal in him suddenly charged forward and pushed him. It was a combination of the final straw and a choice. Makoto isn’t immune to feeling despair, he’s just too stubborn to fall into it of his own volition. I think that’s why I like that scene in DR3 so much. People were SO SHOCKED Makoto actually fell for the tape, that he actually became despair for a moment. I saw people getting mad or disappointed, saying it was pathetic and Makoto seemed to fall from some sort of pedestal for them. Honestly part of me wonders if that sort of mentality, which clearly people had in universe, affected Makoto a bit. Like he started to see himself as less of a person, subconsciously. Prompting him to take more risks, less self preservation, act way more bold. It seems he has to be reminded a lot not to put himself in danger by his friends, to not do something too reckless. All over the place I would see in regards to that scene either this frivolous ‘oh this was just angst drama with no meaning behind it’ or ‘he can do better than that. he’s so weak’ or ‘come on, there’s no way he’d fall into despair, he’s the Ultimate Hope!’ This kind of mentality, which was kind of ironic considering Ryota was there the entire time saying the same thing and treating Makoto the same way. Like Makoto was superhuman. Like Makoto didn’t feel despair the same way ‘normal people’ did. In a way that was also how Munakata saw Makoto. Makoto stopped being a PERSON to the world when he became Ultimate Hope, he became a concept, a belief system, much the same way Junko ascended beyond herself. But the difference is that treating Makoto that way is the opposite of the reason Makoto became such a representative for hope. He wasn’t doing something no one else could. He was doing something everyone had the chance to, he just… was a little more optimistic, a little more stubborn, a little more ‘gung-ho’ about things. He just took the lead where no one else did, where no one else knew they even COULD in the face of Junko’s unstoppable force. She had overcome the biggest threats and obstacles in the world, what could one person do? And the answer Makoto found was, anything. Everything. It doesn’t all rest on Makoto, he’s just the one that was inspired to try to do what seemed like the impossible. But as evidenced by the change in his friends after that trial, it’s clearly not something only Makoto is capable of. The others pulled out of despair thanks to Makoto, but it was their choice to do so.

“But… this world is so huge, and we’re so small. What can we do…? No, we can probably do anything. Yeah! We can do anything!”

[astranauticus]

stultifera navis rerun AKA thinking about Iberia hours again because a lot of the Iberians have such fascinating relationships with the concept of home but specifically Thorns and Lumen are eating at my brain. like where do you call home when the place that is your home Just Fucking Hates You? Elysium's rewinding breeze specifically makes a point to hammers home how differently Iberia treats its Liberi and its Aegir

(which is especially interesting since this comes right after a conversation where Purestream commented on how despite Leizi being a high ranking government official, there are still some experiences that are universal for all Yanese people - because the experience of what Iberia itself is like isnt universal for all Iberians)

But all that being said, Thorns also straight up states that Aegir is not his home, and yeah, how could it be? How could a place you've never been to, never truly known, ever be your home? How could it ever feel like a home?

so where do you go when the place that you are from hates your people and the place your people are from is completely unfamiliar and alien to you? Thorns' answer at the end of the conversation with Aya is: my home is where i chose it to be. my home is where there are people I care about and people who care about me

in the complete opposite direction, Lumen's oprec asks: why do you still stay in a place that wants you gone? because the people of Gran Faro like Jordi well enough but when push comes to shove, they will want the only Aegir in town gone

and yet, when Rald the messenger offers him a chance to leave Jordi turns him down and when he's forced to escape Gran Faro after the people there literally try to send him to his death (or worse) at the hands of the Inquisitors he keeps trying to go back because like everyone in stultifera navis, Jordi is clinging to his own dreams of a golden age

but the shape of that dream is unique to every character and for Jordi, his dreams are deeply, inseparably bound to the Eye of Iberia, the legacy his parents left behind

and it's this dream of becoming someone great, of bringing about that golden age that his parents devoted their lives to help create that ties Jordi to this nothing town because despite everything, despite the mistrust of the townsfolk and the hostility of the Inquisition and the danger from the ocean, he simply cannot leave it behind

(or, because i personally dislike the official translation,)

"I just see this place as my home"

so yeah. not sure what overall point i was trying to make here i'm just. deeply in love with these stories about chosing what is and isn't your home, of saying you will not call a place your home because it has given you no reason to or saying you consider a place your home even though it has given you every reason not to. deeply unwell about them <3

[racewinner]

not being able to form your own opinion over a pop album of all things is truly crazy i gotta say

[chilapis]

Wondrous friends this is my weekly post highlighting my natural and instinctual interest and inclinations towards foul legacy. I must walk into open traffic immediately

[nonsensechemicals]

thigking about my ocs while working on stuffg can this computer have 1 normal relationship of Any kind at all in its life PLEASE

[mielgf]

besties what does it mean when a straight man bakes bread and steam mops his entire house and goes out and buys sweet treats before you come over

[townhulls]

i need to interrogate eric kripke right now. i need like pliers and knives and a bone saw. i need one of those blinding interrogation lamps. he needs to tell me what was happening in his brain when he wrote supernatural season 1 episode 16 'shadow' and what possible explanation he can offer for the scene where sam says, 'there's gotta be something you want for yourself' and dean says, 'yeah i don't want you to leave.' he wrote that down and said yep! this sounds great. good work. another day in the completely normal sibling relationship mines. eric kripke i am coming after you with a hot iron i KNOW what you ARE

[r0semultiverse]

Franky and Nami both got a nice ass.