#All that matters is that it couldn't harm her. Nothing can harm her now which means that her pain doesn't matter...

[adore-gregor]

Ooof

Looking at old posts, sometimes you just ask yourself what was I thinking 😅

[villain-in-love]

I like how the way I just off-handedly mentioned this fact perfectly reflects the way Kiera herself talks about her experience with torture.

One day in a conversation with Thistle she just casually goes "So here I was in that basement, hanging off the hooks that were stuck into my spine, and I distracted myself by thinking about-"

Aaaaand now Thistle is even more determined to never let Kiera out of the "safety" of his dungeon ever again. No more military campaigns for you, young lady. Enough is enough.

Kiera herself didn't quite understand what was with that shocked expression on Thistle's face when she told him what happened. She spent at least two centuries at war, did he really think that she was so lucky to never get caught as a war prisoner? Did he think there were no curious people who took advantage of her regeneration abilities to learn more about human anatomy?

[suguru-getos]

What about yan Satosugu who take it too far? Imagine them breaking their darling to a damage they can’t repair?

ksjdfshgkkjsh this is my favorite troupe.

warnings: v v v dark! (reader die-th? reader can contemplate :3), belt-spanking, reader ran away from satosugu, mentions of throwing-up, abuse, self-harm.

"please daddy, please no no no…" little human that satoru and suguru loved oh so much, why did you have to escape? it breaks their heart. you know it just from their facial expressions. "suguru- please" you whine out, shuddering and crying with wailing screams. you are hung from the ceiling, throttling on your tippytoes, ass bruised from the way the belt welts on you. you are bleeding from the skin breaking. "daddy- please." your voice stops coming out from your throat, too traumatized and destroyed by screaming and wailing for mercy. "please- please" you are wheezing out in air, your own voice has given up. "ssh, it's okay. just 4 more." suguru chides, "didn't want to hurt you." he muses, landing the smack of the belt across your ass once more. satoru smirked, oh you look so cute, unable to scream anymore and just dancing on your feet with the impact. you feel nausea hurling your movements, throwing up because you couldn't take it anymore. though nothing comes out except water… you haven't eaten well, since after your running spree.

that stops suguru, and satoru hugs you gently. "just three more." they have decided they would finish the punishment no matter what. "sshh~ don't worry, doing so good for us. I will clean you up." if you really can't be theirs, they would make you fear them into submission. make you fear them and forcefully take their love which they're owed.

the next three hits come, and when it stops. you're too dazed with pain to even register the comfort. the flesh of your ass raw and agitated. bruised, welted, veins popped and skin breaking in blood. "ssh ssh, that's it. it's over now. you did so good. it's all over." suguru coos, demeanor changed instantly as he gathers you in his arms. immediately taking you towards the bathroom. they need to clean up their poor baby. "why do you even run away angel… do you not know we are the strongest?"

satoru sighs, he is still wrangled by the feeling of betrayal intertwined with the feeling of guilt for giving you so much pain, panic and trauma.

"that's okay princess… you wouldn't do it again right? tell suguru you wouldn't do it again." he asks you gently, ignoring the way your half-lidded eyes do not respond after the torture. oh you're passing out, satoru gnaws at his lip, watching you look lifeless.

it was expected, you passed out in front of suguru and satoru. and they had a long discussion whether or not it was right or wrong to subject you into something like this. "satoru, punishments are supposed to hurt." suguru reminds, while satoru nods, "not until she passes out, she even threw up…" he sighs, "but she didn't need to run, that's also true." suguru nodded. "I know, I can understand that… hurts me more than it hurts her." suguru chimes, and satoru nods. "I wouldn't be able to do it, I would've stopped when she started crying." he admits, only suguru could get firm enough to carry it throughout.

they are mixed with guilt and promise each other to be kinder, there is no way you would actually love them after this. that fleeting hope that fueled satoru's delusion was now making him restless.

the next day when you wake up, you were a completely different person, screaming from panic the moment the two men entered with breakfast, it was so evident how your fear made you cry out for help. it makes suguru tear up, because you do not look at satoru the way you look at suguru. you look like you want to die, like you would do anything to be granted death.

"angel… it's okay, it's all over. please-" suguru almost begs, and you feel like throwing up again. this time satoru takes the lead, walking towards you and hugging you. he was clearly not welcome. yet… your body couldn't help but relax a little under his warm embrace. it was only until a few hours later, that they found you in the bathroom, head bleeding… passed out. you had just excused yourself to shower. limping all the way… to inflict a pain like that, was terrifying. who said they could only instil pain and fear into you. you couldn't find blades, couldn't find anything… so you banged your head against the fucking wall instead… "is this how much you fucking hate me!" satoru screams out, checking your pulse.

"SUGURU!" he screams, and the latter comes out rushing. watching you life-less in satoru's hold. "is- is she?" suguru blinks, tears brimming in his eyes.

it was clear, satosugu could never hope to win. not when you clearly fear them more than your own death.

[hazashiovo]

Oblivious, supportive fem Reader x Ayano Aisha, the reader really doesn't get that poor Ayano likes her. It would be nice if they are childhood friends and if Reader isn't a pushover or weak, just clueless as fuck when it comes to love.

After all, girls make shrines about each other all the time, right? And really, getting chocolate from your gal pal on valentines day is the best, good thing you got her home made chocolate too!

My first Yan sim request:D

Ayano Aishi x Female reader

Side note: this character is a yandere,wich means yandere themes might appear disturbing to some readers.

T/W: mentions of kidnaping,mentions of drugging, obsessive behavior,murder,blood, stalking, pshycothic behavior,mentions of self harm and suicide.

Ayano has known you ever since she started first grade. You being her only friend in school,and with time this friendship evolved.

Which made you and the dark haired girl grow closer.

Her behavior never made you uncomfortable around her, neither did her silence. Because in truth,you liked it better, the difference between you two matched perfectly.

Your out going and talkative personality tangling with Ayano's introverted and silent language.

Kids your age called her many names due to her lack of emotions,but every time you were there to send them on their way with a bruise or two, nobody talks to your best friend like that!

At first when she was little,the girl saw your behavior towards her unnecessary. Why were you trying to get close to her? She had nothing to offer back to you.

But as she grew, whenever you weren't around her there was this empty spot in her heart,and that dull feeling griping her soul.

Not long before starting highschool did she realize what this meant.

Her mother talked to Ayano about this,since she was a child.Of course you were her special person,the one who will fill her heart with joy and warmth.

You belong to her.

And nobody can convince her otherwise.

You noticed when she became more clingy to you during breaks,but what you didn't see was the way she was glaring down at any student who dared to look at you for more than one second.

You didn't ask questions when your things were 'Borrowed' and never given back,it's what friends do,right? They share things with each other.

There would be times when you felt followed,like a shadow was glooming over you, following your every move when she wasn't with you. Even if you turned around to ease your paranoia,not seeing anyone there made it worse for you.

People noticed how tight you were with Ayano,so they chose not to meet pats with you. After all the shorter girl was creepy,who would want to tangle in something so complicated, definitely not most of the students,that's for sure.

But some couldn't help but be curious, maybe the feeling of being with someone they shouldn't be excited them.

But it didn't matter to Ayano. How do I know? The student coincidentally died because of food poisoning.

Rat poison isn't a condiment,silly.

Nothing changed after the incident,you and Ayano were closer,yes, that's because she offered you more protection than before, promising something like this will never happen to you. Unless it has to

Oh and she was over the moon when you accepted her invitation for a sleepover over, barely waiting to see your beautiful sleeping face,maybe she could even steal a kiss.

It didn't strike you as weird when you accidentally found her little shrine.

Dedicated to you, you even found it cute.

It had some of the hair ties and pins Ayano 'borrowed' from you a long while ago, pictures with the two of you as little children,pre teens and one from the first day of school.

She even kept the doodles you drew for her couple of months ago. Awh,she really is a sentimentalist even if she doesn't show it.

When ayano saw you looking trough her prized possessions she swore she saw her life flash before her eyes.

Heart rate quickening and this panick taking place in her chest. What will you say now? You will definitely hate her and then you won't want to be her friend anymore. How will she see you if you won't be her friend? How will she confess her love to you?

Of course all those thoughts broke when she heard your chuckle. Mind suddenly clear from the anxious rambling in her head.

"Man, why didn't you tell me? If I knew you prized those moments so much I would have taken more photos!" Relief completely washes over her when she sees that grin on your sweet lips. Why was she over thinking in the first place? You never doubted her, you're her loyal friend.

Of course,if you ever were to be creeped out by her she would have to take you, she'd never allow you to leave. After all you two can have a wonderful life together, whether you like it or not.

But that's not the case now, fortunately she doesn't have to drug you and tie you to her bed. How fortunate !

She smiles, nodding and promising to ask you for more photos for her 'prized moments'.

More people started either going missing or end up dead. People who tried taking you away from her,can't they see? You belong with her, you belong to her.

Since people are so stupid,she has to make it obvious and spell it in their face.

Slowly, letters practically spawned in your shoe locker.

Love poems calling you the sweetest of names. You were intrigued who this anonymous fan was,you must say you even tried peeking to see who was leaving them,but failed each time.

Ayano on the other hand was overwhelmed by pride when she heard you rambling about your secret admirer, cutely giggling over one particular sentence or so.

But she also felt... jealous? It doesn't matter that she's the one who wrote them,but seeing you so enamored with this 'anonymous ' person annoyed her.

On occasions she started gifting you chocolate she knew you liked. Mostly doing it because she loved your happy little squeals and that hug that followed after. She loved the feeling of your chest pressed against hers so tightly. Often wondering how it would feel without the layers of clothes on top of it.

This was only a step further to her plan, this way it wouldn't be a shock when she confessed her undying love to you. You will realize she's the only one you deserve,and you'll accept her love,even return it!

By the end of the first school year you're ready for the final part of her plan.

Yeah the people in your class wonder how you two are not dating yet. Of course they can see how deep Ayano is in for you,but you simply can't.

Making you hers. After she worked so hard this whole year to please you and gain your affection (even if she already had it) she's finally ready to spill her feelings to you.

So here she is,hidden behind the Sakura flower tree, waiting for you to join her.

Your secret admirer called you here to tell you something important,right in the last day of school,in case something goes wrong.

She will leave with you in any case scenario, preferably hand in hand ,rather than taking you home in a box,oh well.

If all goes well,by this time next year you will be her beloved girlfriend,but if not, then you'll be in her basement accompanied by her. Easy.

"Ayano?" Your sweet voice calls out once you get a whiff of the dark ponytail behind the thick tree. It's now or never.

And there she goes, spilling her feelings to you hoping you will return them. Telling you how she wrote those letters meaning every single word that was written on the paper. How she spent her afternoons making the chocolate gifted to you.

This of course came off as a surprise to you, never really thinking Ayano would be able to fall for somebody , especially you. Her best friend since first grade. We're you just so obvious you never noticed the signs?

One look at her flushed face and hopeful eyes and you knew that you also liked her all along,you just chose to push those feelings aside due to your fear of them never being returned by the brunette.

Of course you accepted her confession,and returned it of course.

But if you truly knew the things she had to do to have you,never In a million years would you choose to be hers.

Bonus, slightly suggestive

Ayano didn't usually dream,but when she did ,you were the star of the dream.

Most of her dreams would end up with you on display for her. The next morning she would check you out and pout, thinking that it's a long way before she actually gets to see you and touch your naked body.

But a girl can dream,right?

[m-musings]

Hi! I just found your blog and love your Overwatch content! I was wondering if I could request something?

The Overwatch boys specifically genji,reaper and ramattra with a s/o who gets injured while working on a mission or something? As how they react/what their actions are..

If you don’t like this please feel free to ignore!

I hope you have a nice day!

-💜✨

Headcanons: Genji, Reaper & Ramattra with Injured! S/O

A/N: protective overwatch boys are my shit!!!!!

Word Count:925 Warnings/ Other Notes: mentions of various injuries, ooc reaper and rammatra, terrible google translate japanese.

Genji:

The first time you got injured haunts Genji's mind rather often.

It was after a fierce battle with Null Sector forces, during which You and Genji had been separated.

As he slashed at every enemy in sight, he could see you getting pushed further and further away.

He tried to make his way to you but you warned him otherwise.

"(Y/n), hold on!"

"I'll be fine! Just go, I'll find you later!"

With a simple nod of his head, he watch as you disappeared from sight.

Once he had won the fight a few minutes later, he sheathed his sword and rushed off to try and find you.

After searching for a while, he finally saw you, lying immobile on the ground surrounded by piles of rubble and deactivated Null Troopers.

With a quiet gasp coming from his lips, Genji dashed over to help you.

Falling to his knees as he approached, he gingerly lifted your battered body into his lap.

"No, no, no! (Y/n), please wake up!" The ninja called fearfully as he tried to gently shake you awake.

When he received no response from you, he called Tracer to have her bring the ship as fast as she could.

Once Lena arrived, she helped him get you on board and fly you to Watchpoint Gibraltar, where Mercy was waiting to bring you to the medical bay.

As she worked to heal your injuries, Genji sat outside of the room, sharpening his blade in attempt to distract himself from your condition.

When he got the all clear to go in and see you, he sighed in relief as he saw you, a bit groggy but awake and alive.

"Thank god, I thought I'd never see you again."

"Heh, it'll take more than a basic beatdown to get rid of me. Plus, you saved me in the end, that helped."

You chuckle as you try to sit up, but when you groan in pain, Genji shushes you and urges you to lay back down.

"Rest for now, shin'ainaru koibito. I'll be right here when you awake."

Your tired eyes flutter closed in response as you mutter out an answer.

"Alright... thank you, Gen. I love you..."

"Watashi mo itoshite iru yo."

Reaper:

When you get hurt, Gabriel's vision goes red.

He's immediately shadow stepping over to where you lie injured and slaughtering all those who dared to try and harm you.

Once they've all fallen, he's picking you up and taking you back to the Talon transport.

After setting you down in the ships exam room, Gabe quietly growls to himself before going to finish the mission with the other operatives.

As soon as it's over and a medic has stabilized your vitals, he's stomping into the room, angry at himself that he let you get hit.

With his mask in hand, he tries to ignore all the machines hooked up to you as he silently watches over you.

Pacing around the other side of the room, his usually harsh glare softens as he sees you stir.

Reaper strides over to you, carefully placing a cold hand on your cheek as your eyes slowly open.

"Gabe?... Where... what- what happened?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle. You were pretty worse for the wear, though."

As he thinks back to you collapsed on the floor, Gabriel's brows furrow slightly.

"I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner, (Y/n)."

You whisper out a calming shush as you shakily place your hand upon his arm.

"Hey, you got there in the end. That's what matters. You saved me..."

As you place a kiss upon his palm, he blesses you with a rare but soft and genuine smile.

"Yeah, well, you're the only one I can tolerate around here. I'd go crazy if I didn't have you with me anymore."

Ramattra:

• Never in his life did Ramattra think he would care about the wellbeing of a human, but here he is.

• He's in his nemesis form, fighting fiercely while decimating anyone in his way.

• With you passed out in his arms covered in cuts and bruises, he defends you from any incoming blows as he rushes away.

• After his current attack on a city had gone awry, he was forced to pull his army out when he saw the condition you were in.

• While barking out orders to his troops, he glances down at you to analyze your condition with his scanners.

• Once Ramattra confirms that you're still alive, he runs even faster back to his airship in order to get you the treatment that you need.

• When the two of you return to Null Sector headquarters, he's immediately taking you to your shared room to let you recuperate.

• He busies himself with various tasks, impatiently waiting for the first sign of consciousness from you.

• Later that night, he is pulled from his work when he hears a small groan escape your lips.

• Ramattra instantly rushes over to you as your eye begin to peel open, causing you to glance in his direction.

• "Ram... it hurts."

• "I know, pet, I know... You were hurt in the fight. But you're here now and safe with me. That's what's important."

• He carefully grabs your hand before placing his faceplate on the back of it in an affectionate gesture.

• You sigh gratefully as you let his hand go to place your arms around his neck, making him lean into your warmth.

• "Thank you, Ramattra... Don't know what I'd do without you."

• "I couldn't bear it either, my darling (Y/n). You are forever in my heart and mind."

[harrystylesfan2686]

Alone

Pairing: no one really.

Summary: Reader starts to feel left out in her own family...

Warnings: Neglection. Suicide thoughts. Self harm (in detail) please go back if any of these bother you. Your mental heath matters more.

A/N: I think I need therapy too...

Masterlist Part 2(Azriel) Part 2(Eris)

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Ever wondered what it's like to be alone?

It's a game, really. A game of utter self degradation. A game where there are only two players, you and your mind. A game where you never truly win and you always have to keep playing because your brain never tires.

A game which no one else realizes your playing until you lose and it's too late.

It's the game you have been playing ever since the Archerons joined the inner circle. You love them all, honestly. Thier different personalities was the first thing that drew you to them. You admir all three of them but the one thing you hate is how you got left alone after their involvement to your life.

Before them, you all relied on all of you for company and support. Now, everybody has their own person.

Rhysand has Feyre, Cassian has Nesta, Azriel has Elain, and Mor and Amren have found thier partners too but in case they aren't present, Mor and Amren, as crazy as it sounds, rely on each other. Just like that, everybody has a person to go home to, to come back safely for, to turn to for comfort.

You don't have anyone.

You hate going home because your bed is always empty. You hate going on missions because you know no one would be worrying about you every minute you gone. You hate celebrations because you have no one to dance with, to drink with, to end the day with.

You love family dinners. Even though you never get a chance to speak, even though you never talk to anyone, even though no one notices your presence. You love family dinners and meetings because it's the only time youre not alone.

It's doesn't matter if you're lonely, at least you aren't alone.

But in the game you're playing with yourself, after a while, you get too tired to challenge back with same force. You don't push back the mean thoughts your mind throws at you as insults. You listen to them, compare them to your situation and realise, you've been trying to win for nothing.

You slowly stop trying to protect yourself all together.

The first time you didn't go to a family dinner, you thought you would regret it later but you didn't, instead you felt glad that you didn't go because no one had come to get you, no one came to ask why you didn't show, no one cared about you enough to think why you didn't go.

So you stopped going at all.

You stopped doing everything with you 'family' and prefered being left alone.

You only met them when you had a mission together or anything related to work.

Just like that, today you had gone to one of the Illyrian camps at Rhys orders. He got report saying things haven't been going as they should there and wanted you to go check. But on your way back you had been ambushed by a group of six men wanting to kill you in the camp, they couldn't of course but you did come out of the fight with a large sward wound on your left side.

All you wanted to do was go home, rest, tend to your wound and sleep. You can give the report to Rhys tomorrow.

You let out a grunt and step in your house, immediately tense seeing a shadow of a person move the dark room. Your hand placing itself in your dagger straped to your thigh, you other hand on the left side of your waist pressing on your wound.

"Relax, it's just me." A familiar voice fills the silence as the fae lights turn on and Rhysands face becomes visible. You sigh in relief and furrow your eyebrows,"What you doing so late in my house?" You nearly snap, but hold back as respect for your high lord.

"You came late you were suppose to be here two hours ago." For minute it feels like he cares for you, and you allow yourself to believe that he was worried for you but you fantasy shatters the second he opens his mouth again. "You were supposed to deliver your report two hours ago. You know how important this is, I have other things to do too." His voice sharp as he scolds you.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I got attacked while leaving, it took time to fight them of. It was six against one but well I managed to survive, eh?" Rhysand's scowl deepens. "Tell me what happened there now."

Your eyes closs for a second whem you feel dizzy. "Look, how about you give me ten minutes to freshen up, and I also have a wound to–," You try to say but he cuts you off saying,"I don't have more time. Tell me right now what happened so I can get started on fixing things, then you can have all the time to fresh up as you want. My office, now." He doesn't leave much to room to argue and winnows you to his office.

You sigh and start speaking, repeating everything you noticed in the camp as Rhysand listens and writes down the report. Near the end, you feel another wave of dizziness hit you and put your head down to rest it against the backrest of your chair and groan when you feel pain shoot up from your injury from the movement.

Rhysand finally notices the source of your pain and his eyes flare,"You're hurt?" You scoff. "Yes. That's what I was trying to tell you before you winnowed us here."

"I didnt notice it. I'm sorry, you should go tend to it." He quickly dismisses you, finally letting you go back to your house.

As you look at yourself in the mirror, thinking how filthy and hideous you seem, you grit your teeth. Of course no one notices you. Look at you. You are ugly and filled with dirt and scars all over your body.

How could anyone look at you when you can't even look at yourself.

Your gaze falls to your wound, the big cut that spread from under you left breast to the start of your thigh. If was deep enough to bleed you dry.

Would anyone even notice if you did? If you don't heal and let the injury bleed you dead. Would anyone know that you were gone? That your body layed unmoving in the bathroom floor. How long would it take for someone to find you? Who would find you? Probably Rhysand when he needs you for his next mission.

You eye your dagger that you unshielded on your way in the bathroom. How long would it take for you to bleed out? Hours? Days? You didn't want that. That was too much. You don't think you can handle that much pain constantly. Maybe if you took that dagger and deepen your cut, you would bleed out faster. Maybe you would have a faster death. Sure it would hurt but at least you would be gone before someone found you.

You would be free. Free of the loneliness. Free of the feeling like you were a burden in everyone's life. Free of wanting Someone to care for you the way you see everyone else care for their loved ones. You would finally be at peace.

You gasp and blink out the terrible thoughts. Breathing heavy, you search for the cotton and Healing cream in the cupboards. You groan out with you don't find any of them.

You turn back to the mirror. Maybe your brain is right. Maybe this is a sign from Mother herself telling you to not let the wound heal and die right here, right now. Your gaze finds the knife again, eyeing the sharp edge. Would it really be that bad?

Your hand grips the handle of the dagger, bringing it closer to the cut. You let the cold mettle edge scrap the skin, an inch afar the start of the cut. The sharp edge slicing through skin like paper, leaving a line of crimson red blood, seeping out of the newly cut skin.

Your eyes widen as you observe yourself, keeping the knife near the cut but not touching it entirely.

It's... mesmerizing. The way blood slowly comes out of the skin, the small and steady lines created by your dagger are engrossing. And the pain, the pain is hypnotizing, slowing raising to the rest of your body. Your body feels electrified, there's snips of pain tingling through out your entire body, your ears buzzing with excitement. Your hands are shaking and eyes bluring but all you can focus on is how much you want to do this again. Feel your skin open beneath you knife again. Feel the pain that slowing raises with each extra inch of cut.

Oh gods. What have you done?

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[buttercupshands]

MHA didn't create some miracle way of helping others. It was never promised to be this way. And when it came to villains...

Spoilers for manga all the way to chapter 423.

The only way to get anything in life in MHA was to be born "normal" like everyone else and that way of thinking never left Izuku with Toga getting the same treatment she did before from everyone from her family to her "normal" classmates. It was Ochako who helped Toga even if just a little by lifting the weight of all the feelings that Toga had.

She couldn't save Toga the way one could save a civilian by saving them from harm. If it worked that way Dabi would've saved Toga even before Ochako could apologize for failing to notice Toga. She was so lazer focused on saving everyone else, that she was just another villain to stop, not a human.

Even if by the end of it Ochako helped Toga to deal with her grief, acceptance as it was wasn't something possible when a quirk makes you want to drink someone's blood from jealousy.

We got a bittersweet ending with Toga, in which she probably died from blood loss just like her double did in MVA. If it wasn't for Twice she would've died back then.

Giving away her blood for Ochako wasn't a redemption or a way to save Toga in the end, more as it was her being true to herself until the very end.

Just like Twice chose to stay with the League even if Hawks offered him a way to survive that battle. He refused and died protecting his friends who accepted him instead of choosing to betray them and accept Hawks' offer.

After Twice's death... It was a matter of time that more 'active' LoV members would join him as well. As sad as it is, we now can return to Izuku.

Who, after his time OFA-AFO quirk space, now wanted to help a "crying boy" he saw in Tenko just as before with Katsuki in chapter 1. He didn't forgive Tomura and didn't excuse the way he chose to solve his problems.

It didn't mean that Tomura would survive in their battle, even if Izuku didn't see killing others as a way to solve problems. He didn't understand Tomura, but he still wanted to try, and try he did.

The rest of this post was nothing more than a contextual prologue to understand that it's not the first time a hero failed to save a villain and in Twice's case we know that he died and his death was the reason Toga started thinking about her own possible death and Dabi finally revealed himself as Toya.

The goal of saving a "crying boy" never was an end-goal for Izuku in the Final arc, since helping Tomura deal with his feelings just left him hollow with a goal that clashed with Izuku's. As being a hero for villains meant destroying the world for them to help them live freely.

But that was before AFO resurfaced.

Sadly after that Tomura who was talking about making his own choices for a while now stopped doing that. Even if he still had a goal of helping villains and only villains, Tomura was almost gone. And his goals were now unreachable.

Izuku helped Nana who in turn kept Tomura from fading away entirely. In MHA there were countless situations where Izuku's help affected people by helping a different person to keep hope, All-Might being the first one and Nana being the last one at the moment.

Hollow after Izuku helped him to get rid of his hatred Tomura could do the only thing he did - accept the situation as it was.

Accepting AFO as his Sensei, accepting Stain's ideals and Overhaul's deal was the way he solved his problems. Just like Izuku had a problem of understanding something outside of his norm, Tomura was accepting too many things, which lead to his downfall after accepting AFO's quirk.

Just like Twice could've given up everything that he had for his friends so did Tomura.

With Izuku helping as much as he could let Tomura to finally rest as he wasn't really living ever since waking up in the hospital. With his body now affected by AFO's wishes instead of his own until the end.

In a way Izuku didn't succeed in his wish for Tomura to stop ever since PLF war arc. As he "kept fighting to destroy" no matter how hard Izuku tried to stop him.

The only thing he succeeded in was changing Tomura's mind about himself, instead of viewing himself as a monster he accepted that he was a human just like Izuku said. A "crying boy" who couldn't really destroy Izuku's hands in the end.

For a group of Villains who weren't supposed to get profiles of their own at the start of the series, League is slowly fading as the most memorable group that there was in MHA, getting backstories, their own Villain themed arc all the while being as human as anyone else.

As sad as their story is they were not "unlucky", they didn't need a happy false ending where they would need to change to be normal - they chose to live this way and they lived it to it's fullest.

[jenniferjareauwife]

Hello! Please could u do JJxreader (not a bau member) where they have their first time but reader struggles cos of sh scars. Lots of comfort & fluff pls <33

You Never Have To Hide From Me

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: smut

warnings: scissoring, self harm scars

word count: 1019

summary: request above

JJ squeezed my hand as she led me to her bedroom, doing quite poorly at hiding her glee. The top three buttons of her shirt were already unbuttoned from the make out on her couch.

"Come here." She pulled me in for another deep kiss, smiling into it as she gently pushed me onto the bed, taking her shirt off eagerly, not daring to break the kiss. I tangled my hands in her hair, grunting as she slid her knee between my legs. "Can...I...take this...off?" She asked between hungry kisses, thumbing at the collar of my shirt. I hesitantly pulled away from the kiss, wanting to say yes. I wanted this so bad and it was evident that she did too. "Is something wrong?" Her voice softened, sensing my hesitance.

"It's just um..." I tilted my head to the side, feeling her gaze on me.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to baby." She whispered, kissing my cheek while pushing my hair to the side gently.

"No no, I want to do this it's just...there's some...marks?" I didn't really know how to put it but I hoped she would put two and two together.

She was silent for a moment but I felt it click inside her head, she gently grabbed my chin to turn my head towards her. "It's ok." She whispered sincerely.

"It's just no one's ever seen them before so I don't know what you're going to think." I blurted. "I don't want to mess this up." She shook her head with a soft smile, planting a kiss on my nose.

"You're not going to mess this up my love. There's nothing that would make me run away." She assured. "I love you, I love all of you, that includes the hard times." She kissed my nose again. "I want to be here to support you, to assure you that I'm gonna be here no matter what." I nodded, my heartbeat slowing down a bit. "But we don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"I want to do it." I nodded eagerly, starting to unbutton my shirt before she gently pulled my hands away and did it for me, looking me in the eye the whole time.

I wasted no time in grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in for another heated kiss. I gasped as JJ pushed her knee further against me, the friction as I slightly lifted my hips up feeling too good. "Off." I whimpered.

"What?" She mumbled against my lips.

"Off pants off." She smiled and laughed before backing away from the kiss to unbutton her pants. I stared at her breasts which were now on full show in front of my face.

"Like what you see?" She teased.

"Mhm." I let out a small moan, reaching out to take them in my hands, softly squeezing them, forgetting that she was now getting completely naked right before me until I looked down. I completely froze. She was magnificent. My right hand dropped down to her thigh, slowly drifting higher and higher until I had a grip on her ass.

"Not so fast my love." She chuckled, reaching down to unbutton my pants. I lifted my hips so she could pull them down faster, too dazed to do anything else.

"Please." I whispered, not wanting to wait any longer. I don't think I had ever needed anything more than I needed this.

She ran her fingers along my stomach scars, gently kissing each one before kissing up to my neck, holding eye contact the whole time. "JJ please." I tugged on her hair needing more. She just chuckled against my neck, sucking and biting as she lined herself up with me, grinding slowly. I couldn't help but moan, it felt too good.

"Yeah? You like that?" She mumbled, one hand reaching down to trace my scars again. "Feels good?"

"Mhm." I couldn't think straight, I had never felt anything like this before.

"You're so beautiful like this." Her teeth grazed my pulse point, causing me to arch up into her.

"Jesus- fuck."

"He's not here right now baby." She chuckled. I gripped her waist tightly, pulling her against me, needing to feel all of her. "You make such pretty noises." She whispered in my ear, small moans escaping her lips. She was close. "So gorgeous. All of you." I felt warmth spread through my body at her words and she noticed. "Oh you like that don't you?"

"Mhm."

"You like being praised?" My head fell to the side, pleasure coursing through me. I was so close, so fucking close. "You're doing so good baby. Being so good for me." I let out a half moan half whine, my body reacting out of control with her words. "You're so beautiful, every inch of you." She sat up slightly, her hands grabbing just above my waist on each side, her thumbs caressing the edges of my scars.

"Jayje...I'm so close."

"I know you are baby. You're so pretty like this."

"I'm so close." I repeated, my eyes fluttering shut, I sensed her smile, her speed picking up, hips stuttering every so often. She was close too.

"You're gonna come with me alright?"

"Yeah- yes please." I reached for any part of her body, just wanting to feel her. "I'm so close."

"Me too baby...come with me...now." She let out a gasp, her hips stuttering as she chased her high. My back arched up, a loud moan escaping my lips, the feeling almost overwhelming.

Once the feeling was over we were both panting, she was staring down at my body with a blush. "You alright?" Her voice was soft again, thumbs going back to caressing my scars, making me even more relaxed.

"Mhm. Never better." I smiled lazily, not being able to give her anything more at the moment.

"You never have to hide from me." She whispered as she relaxed her body on top of me, her face inches from mine. I just gave her a small nod. "I love you."

"I love you too."

[alsyia]

Chapter 6/Coralie Death Analysis

What I like about Coralie's death is that it manages to be unexpected, and yet cleverly foreshadowed during the events of Chapter 5 and Chapter 6. The writers try to make you believe that it's Helia who's going to die due to her willingness to "put her life on the line" to ensure the mission's success, and how she feels so inferior to everyone else because she has to work 10 times harder due to her lack of Honkai adaptability. But in the end, Coralie is the one who dies. The same Coralie who was angry when Helia said that they should put their lives on the line for the sake of the mission, the same Coralie who couldn't finish reviewing the records of Dreamseeker's dream because so many people died unnecessarily...I could go on. First of all, I'd like to start with how even if Coralie ends up coming back, the feelings that came about as a result of her death are still very real. The people close to Coralie are going to feel immense sadness because, as far as they're concerned, Coralie is currently dead, and nothing can change that for now. Helia already has terrible self-esteem because she keeps comparing herself to Durandal of all people. Ein has already lost Planck, Joyce, and Karl (they sure like making her suffer smh). The grief felt in the moment when the news was delivered to them will not magically disappear. Now, whether or not defeating Litost and winning the Ten Shus War will somehow change that outcome, that's another matter altogether. I’d be fine with her getting revived as long as the reason is good enough. 

With that out of the way, let me try and break down why Coralie's death is pretty impactful, even with how sudden it seemed. Let’s start with Helia's emotions regarding this matter. Helia has serious self-esteem issues. She wants to become like Durandal, which is impossible, and yet she knows it's impossible. She just doesn't want to believe it. Even though she herself knows that she can't possibly become Durandal, Helia keeps belittling herself and calling herself a failure for not somehow achieving Durandal-level feats. As Coralie put it, she's a "stubborn perfectionist who's both incredibly insecure and annoyingly arrogant". This entire chapter was basically about forcing Helia to face the harsh reality that she didn't want to accept. At the end of the chapter, when she finally decides to keep moving forward despite all her failures, the Coralie Incident™️ happens. She most certainly blames herself for Coralie's death. She didn't notice the flying sword (which is fair), but because of that, Coralie paid with her life. Helia is the kind of person who will blame herself for everything. Now that she has lost her most important friend, she'll likely undergo a change in personality. Because as far as she’s concerned, her incompetence will cause everyone close to her harm. ​​

Moving on to my favourite part; Ein's reaction to all of this. How will she react? Although we haven't seen much of their relationship, I think that they both mean a lot to each other. Coralie was abandoned (probably because of her mutations) and Ein took her in, and decided to teach her. As we’ve seen before, Ein doesn’t open up or get close to people that easily. So I feel that adopting Coralie was an important event in her life. So…how will she manage to face the fact that yet another person she loves is dead? Unfortunately, I can only base my speculation off of random snippets we’ve had of Ein reminiscing. Maybe she’ll put on a brave face as always, and throw herself into her research to bury her feelings. But I think that’s lazy and unimaginative. I want Mihoyo to show me Ein being vulnerable for once. I want to see her reaction immediately after she receives the news about Coralie. I want to see her crying by Coralie’s hospital bed…thinking back to the time Coralie asked her if she would save her if she was lying on her deathbed. 

This leads me to the scene where Einstein's dog is dying (this scene hurt me. Even Ein didn’t know what to say); where Coralie accuses Ein of not understanding the true meaning of life and death because she's immortal. In reality, this couldn’t be further from the truth, but since Coralie was overwhelmed by emotions because her only friend had just died, I will overlook this cruel sentence (I’m joking, I love Coralie). Even though Coralie only lost a dog that day, and not an actual human being, that dog was probably the closest thing she had to a proper friend (before she met Helia). And it made her start fearing the concept of death.

Here, Coralie getting angry at Helia for wanting to put her life on the line. Helia definitely started to realise how cold Coralie’s attitude towards death is here.

Going back to the dog scene, I just want to quickly point out that Einstein does value human lives, just in case people actually believed what Coralie said.

I’m 99.9% sure Ein was the one who told her this. Even if it was someone else, it doesn’t change the fact that Einstein still takes death very seriously even if she can’t die via natural means. She has lost too many people to not understand how precious life is.

Why would the death of a dog cause Coralie to start fearing death and become interested in immortality you ask? Because it made her realise that death can claim anyone’s life in an instant. That, one day, her time spent with Ein will eventually come to an end. After all, “Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.” (AE VN has such good quotes). Coralie probably looks up to Ein just like Ein looks up to her teacher, Emma Planck. Naturally, Coralie would grow to love the person who adopted and taught her. She even says in her bridge voice lines that the bond of family isn’t due being blood-related, but instead it’s the time spent together.

I didn't grasp Coralie’s attitude towards death initially, because the writers are pretty subtle about it. But there were moments in Chapter 5 where she was interested in immortality for some reason. When Chapter 6 came out, it became clearer. Clearly, Mihoyo thought it’d be very funny for the one who hates and fears death to end up dying.

Coralie wanting immortality foreshadowing 

More foreshadowing. Here, it might look like Coralie simply doesn’t want to give up that easily. But in reality, if she went straight to Ruimu, she would lose the opportunity to obtain a Jade Plaque and, in turn, lose the chance to become immortal if she wins.

There is plenty foreshadowing in the two chapters, but this post is already long enough asjbsvjkls.

Anyways, I’m pretty sure Chapter 7 will somehow make me sob even more. (Give me Ein’s reaction please, I’m on my knees)

I shall end this on a wholesome note, so have this white screen with Ein telling Coralie to come watch a movie with her. They should have given us a CG damn it >:(

If you've made it this far, thank you for reading the thoughts of an insane Ein and Coralie fan <33

[floating-far-from-earth]

hi, so remember that one odile looping au where she was instead in sasasap? yeah, I thought more about it. There's some writing accompanying the art under the cut~! (though uh, warning of. self-harm implications at the end?? our dear odile is Not Doing Well!)

It's been a good few loops since you'd been in the House with the rest of the group. After an... event you're not going to think about, you'd spent a good amount of loops going through the Dormont library, reading through any and all books you could get your hands on.

(No familytales, which you feel bitter about. You're stuck in this hollowed out state, not allowed to progress further, but not allowed to end, and you can't even have that. You came here to try and connect with a part of your own heritage that was taken from you, tried to learn more, to hope that maybe you'd find some sense of belonging that you'd been missing. And now… Now, you're barely even living. Barely even-)

…Returning to your original train of thought, it's been a while since you made your way through the House. You hadn't seen much point in it, to be quite honest. It's not like you can beat the King.

(After all, you've tried so many times already, and nothing you did worked. Not trying to hone your skills through fighting the sadnesses scattered around the House, not through a thorough inspection of all the rooms, not through trying to outsmart the King, nothing you did worked. There's that one attack, just that one attack that the King uses, and maybe if you'd just be able to avoid it you'd be able to defeat him-)

(But you've tried. You've tried, and he always uses it, always kills you before you can even tell the Child to run. You should have never let yourself agree to bring them with you, but you can't bring yourself to try and spare them of this now. They're a part of your group, and you promised that they could come, and you don't want to disappoint them, even if you can't even beat the King, even if the first time around, the Chosen was-)

You take a deep breath. You are not facing the King this loop, you will not see it, so it doesn't matter.

(You don't know whether he kills the Chosen so brutally when you're not around. After all, in the last loop you faced him, he hadn't wasted waste any time in dispatching you at all.)

(…You're unwilling to find out how things play out when you're not there, but for her sake, you hope it's quick.)

(And it's not like it matters, when you're the only one to remember.)

(…The only one. The only one. The only one the only one the only one gems who even are you at this point something jagged and pulverized to small bits until everything feels like a blur and you can barely hold your thoughts together you don't want to be here please someone anyone get you out of this hell you don't want to see them die again you-)

You hold back a sigh. Annoying. All these thoughts and feelings are so annoying. There's something else you should be focusing on. After all, there's a reason you neglected to wrestle the lead from the Trapfinder, letting yourself trail behind the Chosen. A reason you hadn't pushed, hadn't reached for the control of deciding where to go (even if it caused the Trapfinder to feel useless, even if it made them feel unneeded, you couldn't bring yourself to care, to regret, not when you were losing your mind having to see them examine the exact same rooms, the exact same things every time like clockwork, not when you knew exactly where to go to progress and had specific things you wanted to check-) There's a reason.

After all, you know that, even without your input, the Trapfinder will find the way through the House. You can trust them to do that, at least.

This, in turn, gives you time to think. And you need that. Because for this loop? You're planning to go to the House library for the first time.

And you have to figure out a way to get your group to let you do that. Because, despite everything, you still care what they think of you on some level. You don't want them to worry about you. To know that you couldn't figure this out. To-

You do.

So you wonder. Because, you'd heard them talking about you on the way up to the House. You may not care to bother with trying to decipher what exactly they're planning to do, how much they've figured out, but you're sure they've noticed how off you're acting. And you don't think they'd allow you to stay by yourself in the library, not without having a Talk, and that's not something you can afford to have.

The Trapfinder runs into another sadness, and you don't even notice until a stray scissors attack cuts into your side. The Chosen quickly heals you, sending you a worried glance as she does so, but you don't pay it any attention because…

You think you just found your way through.

(You wonder how badly you'll have to injure yourself so they let you stay behind.)

(It's not like it'll last anyways.)

[linkspooky]

Spinner ending kind of confirmed for me that even if Horikoshi does bring back Shigaraki/Tenko, it won't be so he can heal the League, and they can reform together. I get the sense that we are even supposed to feel like all of the villains *deserved* their fates, that it isn't something they deserve saving *from*. It's like he couldn't decide between having them be evil + getting punished for it and having them be sympathetic to an extend + humanising them. I'm seriously trying my hardest to wrap my head around this, it feels so cruel??

I already talked about it in this post, but Obito's death is a much better example of how to "save the villain's heart" then what MHA is trying to sell us.

It's this excessive focus on whether or not the league's crimes are forgivable that's really the problem, because it comes down to the implication that once the league has crossed a certain line into unforgivable territory they're "no longer human" and therefore not deserving of human empathy for what they've suffered.

The main characters constantly use that line "I can't forgive them" so they don't have to think about the league as human beings who have suffered greatly.

What does it matter if they're forgivable or not? My Hero Academia is not a work that analyzes moral philosophy. I'm not reading Crime and Punishment here.

The theme they brought up is "Are heroes obligated to save the villains too, even if those villains have done unforgivable things."

I've stated this before but whether their crimes are forgivable or not is irrelevant to that question, because it's about the heroes obligation to save everyone not pick and choose who to save. They are government servants who are supposed to use their quirk to stop villains and save lives, but at the start of the story heroes only focus on the brutally beating down villains part of the job. The central theme of the manga is that the greatest hero wins by saving, and saves by winning, therefore Deku must save even his enemies.

The worst part is that despite bringing up the topic of forgiveness, MHA basically has nothing to say about the issue of what should be forgiven, what shouldn't, and how justice should be applied in this situation. It is wildly inconsistent because the villains are all held to task, whereas characters like hawks are never held accountable, and Enji while put in a wheelchair suffers way less consequences than his son and victim Toya.

Since MHA has like nothing intelligent to say about accountability, redemption and what merits justice and what merits forgiveness it might as well have just swept everything the villains did under the rug and thrown them in prison because we would have gotten the same result regardless. The story never addresses anything it brings up or applies consequences to the heroes so why do villains need consequences too?

I'm reading another comic right now Gunnerkrigg court, which actually discusses these themes of morality, and whether victims should be saved even if they've harmed others in the past.

Zimmy is a character being used as a human battery for the court's (a shadowy organizations) plan to create a new world without the Ether, which is a chaotic force that warps reality. Omega is a character who is for this plan, because she is 1) a semi-omniscient being who sacrificed her own bodily autonomy in order to help the court by giving them predictions of the future that furthered it's plans.

(Therefore, she does have the understandable perspective of, Well I sacrificed myself for the greater good so why can't Zimmy?)

and 2) Zimmy is kind of a jerk, who has an incredibly dangerous ability that puts everyone around her in harm's way. Therefore if you're going to sacrifice someone for the greater good she makes sense.

Zimmy isn't a perfect victim. She constantly gaslights her girlfriend by telling her that everyone hates her except for her so she'll never leave. (A girlfriend who is rather selflessly devoted to I might add). She is like, a walking bomb ready to go off at any moment.

At the same time the story never minimizes Zimmy's suffering with the idea that she "deserves it" for being a bad victim. The main character is consistently advocating for her, which also SHOWS the main character's empathy rather than MHA's habit of continually INISTING upon Deku's empathy without ever showing it.

I don't think the author expects us to side with Omega, but it does entertain her argument so it's a two sided discussion. To cap this off I hope this demonstrates the difference between what I think is a thoughtful depiction of a bad victim and to what extent the main characters are responsible for saving them, and a completely thoughtless one and why one is more entertaining to read than the other.

[dwindlinghaze]

a flight to paris

(remus lupin x reader)

summary: you and remus have been in an established relationship for years but one day you received an unexpected break up call from him.

contents: she/her pronouns, modern!au, angst (?), break up, inspired by a barbie movie, my horrible english, i wrote this out of boredom, oh and this is a multipart :)

　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

on most days you enjoy your summer holiday. you have a part time job in which you worked for a magazine, having your own personal workspace in the office headquarters and all.

your days are mostly surrounded by the latest style, magazine covers, hollywood gossip, and beautiful photoshoots of women. it was fun, really. that is if mr. wellins wasn't your boss.

he's a walking patriarchal figure. hate is not enough to describe your feelings towards that man.

"i don't think that's a good idea to put in there," you spoke during one of the meetings.

"what do you mean? it's a good one, everybody will be intrigued!" he scoffed.

you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, glancing at the others but they just gave you a warning look. no one dared to go against mr. wellins. "it just doesn't feel right y'know- to put that in there considering it's just an allegation and not confirmed?"

"but we focus on marketing here! who will pay your wage if it weren't for these nosy people who read and buy our magazines? we have to find a way to get our sales higher!" he said sternly, glaring at you with cold eyes.

"look here, if you put that article, surely our reputation will be stained. you don't want that to happen do you? we just need to find something else- something more positive and harmless but still eye catching. like the new box office movie that everyone has been talking about lately. it doesn't harm anyone, in fact it's supporting them. what do you think?"

every one of your co-workers nodded in agreement, waiting for the boss to reply.

he looked bored. "you know that flapping thing you just did with your mouth?"

"you mean- expressing my opinion on what's better for the sake of your company?"

"yeah that," he rolled his eyes. "stop doing that."

"i think y/n's right, makes me wish she were the boss," one of your co-workers mumbled under her breath.

he looked sharply at the girl, "i can easily fire you."

"oh no no, i feel like we just- need to discuss about this more you know?" you defended.

"oh get off this place. end of discussion!"

"we can talk like in the coffee shop, or the commissary-"

"not me getting off, you getting off. get out you're fired!" he slammed his fist.

"wha- what? fired?" you said breathlessly, eyes widen in shock.

you got to your car, speeding to get home and just curl up in the arms of your boyfriend- remus lupin. you needed him. his constant whispering of sweet nothings, his warm embrace, his smile that can rip away all negativity.

just like magic, your phone started ringing with remus in the other line. screen lighting up, his pretty face on the screen. you smiled, so big and decided to stop at one of the parking lots nearby.

"hello?" you heard the sweet voice of remus lupin.

"oh rem! i'm so glad you called!" you exclaimed, heart warming at his comforting voice.

"things aren't right with us and you know it. they haven't been for a while," he said. his ever-lovely voice that makes you feel safe was nowhere to be heard. your heart dropped, chest hurting all of a sudden.

"what?" you choked on the verge of sobbing. "remus come on."

"i'm breaking up with you... right now." he said it like you don't matter to him at all. you clenched your phone, eyes already hurting from the incoming tears.

"you're not... are you serious? what are you saying?" you thought your day couldn't get worse, but the universe said otherwise.

"it's over. and if you're smart, you'll forget i exist."

and just like that, the line disconnected. you couldn't stop the tears from falling out of your eyes. not only have you lost your job, you also have lost your remus.

you never thought he would ever break up with you. especially since you both were in a strong relationship of four years. no matter what problems appeared on the surface, they always got resolved.

wiping your tears away, you tried to drive safely to lily's house. your best friend. you needed someone to talk to. someone to pour your heart out.

"i lost my job and he broke up with me," you said in shame when she opened the door to see you with red rimmed eyes.

"he broke up with you because you lost your job?" lily gasped.

"no... separately," you sobbed. then you told her the whole story of how you've had lost your job and how he broke up with you on the phone in your car just then.

"what kind of guy does that!" lily said in disbelief. it's so not remus to break up with you like that. knowing how much he loves you since forever ago. you two are perfect for each other. nothing could ever compare to the bond you both had.

"i guess a guy with no real emotions," you huffed, reaching for lily's tissue.

lily suggested for you to call remus again, 'cause no way is someone like him said something like that to you. there was no response though, he's not answering.

"maybe you misunderstood. what did he actually say?" lily asked once more.

"he said that it was over, and if i were smart i'd forget he ever existed," his words ringing in your ears.

"does he speak another language where it means 'i love you'," lily tried, you shook your head.

"that's it," she picked up your phone. "i'm blocking him from your cell, e-mail, everything! you do not break up with anyone like that! when i'm done, we're gonna go somewhere that you love. a place where you feel happy and good about yourself."

"i wanna go far away," you mumbled.

"that's right, you should go far away and clear your head! forget about them. men are getting harder to like these days," lily agreed, snapping her fingers.

"i'll go far away... like aunt milicent's!" you said.

"aunt millicents?" lily asked.

"yeah she's a designer in paris. has a fashion house and everything. i always loved being there. tons of people, energy, fabrics, and dresses... and my aunt in the middle of it all! oh how i want to be like her when i grow up. that's it i'm going there!"

"super fun!" lily exclaimed, truly happy for you. "when are you going?"

"right now! i can spend the last weeks of summer vacation with her," you managed to crack a smile, "i don't need remus. what i need is to book a flight to paris."

"remmy, you can't help me with our summer project if you're on the phone all the time," jessica said, snatching remus' phone out of his hand.

"i just don't get it, i can't get through y/n at all!" remus said in exasperation, brows furrowing in confusion and worry clouding up his head.

"i'm sure she's fine," jessica said, fluttering her lashes.

remus was unconvinced, he couldn't focus the whole time. "it has been since yesterday."

"y/n is a busy person. she'll call when she gets the chance... in the meantime...," she jerked her head towards the script.

"do we have to tape that again... i'm not an actor, i probably sounded stupid," remus scoffed.

"you sounded beautiful," she said, smiling flirtatiously at him.

remus was too fogged up on the thought of you to notice her behaviour. you never ignore him like this. no matter how busy your lives were, you two always made time for each other.

"lils look!" marlene gasped, pointing at remus and jessica sitting together on the table across the room.

"oh no. don't tell me that boy dumped y/n for jessica," lily said in annoyance and disbelief.

the two of them walked over, crossing their arms. "are you kidding?" lily said coldly, shooting daggers at remus.

"lily, marlene! where's y/n?" remus asked, sitting up from his chair. he didn't know why they looked upset.

"why do you want to know?" marlene questioned.

"i can't reach her! i've called, i've texted, i've emailed. nothing worked. is she okay?" remus said desperately.

"y/n's fine. she wants nothing to do with the twat who dumped her over the phone!" lily scolded.

"wha- huh- dumped her?" remus asked in shock. he would never dump you. you're everything to him. "i would never do that, c'mon you guys know how much she means to me!"

"you know what uhh i actually need to run, see you," jessica said, slipping away from the table. nobody paid attention to her though.

"don't play dumb! she told us what you said 'it's over and if you're smart you'll forget i exist'."

"wait what?" remus exclaimed, eyes travelling towards jessica who was chuckling guiltily. "that line... a part of the script i read yesterday. don't say you recorded it and play it back to y/n," he said, eyes closing painfully.

"i'd be happy to tell you that," jessica said, batting her lashes. oh what a nerve. "it was a joke. i never thought she'd actually believed it. she must have serious doubts about the relationship."

remus ignored her, turning towards lily and marlene. "where's y/n? i need to see her now," he said, heart racing at the thought of you.

"uh- she's kind of..." lily slowly replied, eyeing marlene, urging her to finish the sentence.

"in paris."

"paris? paris, france? since when was she going to paris?" remus was panicking. he knew he messed up and he's willing to make it right again.

"uh a long story..."

"what should i do? i need to talk to her as soon as possible," he scrunched his hair, brows knitting.

"y/n went through a lot yesterday... you know what you can do to make her feel better? a grand romantic gesture! don't just call her. go book yourself a flight to paris, show up to her aunt milicent's doorstep, and prove how much you love her!" lily said.

"she'll love it!" marlene agreed.

"i'm on it," he opened his phone to search for a plane ticket. "i'll book the next flight out of london."

[dexlexia]

mine o' mine - jean x reader

pairing: jean kristien x reader rating: 18+ summary: “How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?” Jean asked as he placed the badage on your cheek, “You can't make freinds with stray cats.” Then leaned in to kiss you on the cheek.

You had only tried to lean down and kiss the creature on the head. But it proved to not work in your favour as it would rather claw at your face. Which left a cut on the skin. Which resulted in your husband tending to your wounds. tags: pwp, smut, gentle sex, cowgirl, loving husband and wife

“How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?” Jean asked as he placed the bandage on your cheek, “You can't make friends with stray cats.” Then leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. 

You had only tried to lean down and kiss the creature on the head. But it proved to not work in your favour as it would rather claw at your face. Which left a cut on the skin. Which resulted in your husband tending to your wounds. 

You didn't know the definition of being careful, you always had a tendency to walk on the 'wild side', even if that proved to cause you harm. You wanted to believe you were not some innocent being who was so prone to being harmed. But Jean worried, oh did he worry, after everything there it was surprising that he didn't keep you locked inside your home to keep you safe! There was so much bad out there in the world, there was no wonder he worried. 

But he had to let you go about your life, you wanted to be in the world. But you always came back to him with a basket of delicious treats to share during the cold evenings. You always came home to him, no matter what market you went to, and that was all that mattered. He wanted his wife at home with him. 

He wanted to see you at home with you, safe where you belonged. You didn't need another man as long as you had him. He'd always keep you safe! No matter what, no matter what laid in his way. 

He'd make sure his lovely wife was protected. And as he strokes your cheek you felt the warmth in your body. He was so close to you, in that button up shirt with the top button undone. It would do a fair bit to a woman. 

But he was so close, he was so painfully close that it wouldn't take much for you to lean in and kiss him on the lips. It would be within your right as you were his wife. But thoughts of what else he'd do to you that made your cheeks warmed. As he pulled away you placed a hand over your face to hide the blush. 

He tilted his head to the side, “What's going on, honey?” He got a bit closer, you could study every inch of his face with how close he was. But you pulled away, and he in turn grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you closer to him. 

  “Nothing, nothing.” You tried to look so he wouldn't notice your warm cheeks. But soon his lips were on you warmed skin and you let out a small noise in response. 

  “Is someone blushing?” He asked as he grabbed your face to look at him, his eyes met yours. That ol' horse face staring back at you, but you couldn't help but get warmer. Your blush inched further down your neck, but you couldn't advertise his gaze. 

  “You're just so close.” You replied. You had been married for some time now but him being so close to take care of you still let butterflies in your stomach. You reached for him and held his face parallel to his. “I can see every little mark on your face.”

He chuckled, “Well shouldn't a wife have the chance to see her husband up close?” He kissed you on the cheek where the bandage was, “After all, I think you're the most beautiful woman ever. Even if you take in strays.” 

You leaned in to kiss him on the lips delicately. You had no witty response for him. He had such a kind nature about him that you felt lucky to be with him. You had never met a man like him before, most want something as a reward for their kindness but not Jean. 

Jean only ever wanted you to see the best parts of him. After everything, was what he told you. After everything he had been through, he wanted a wife who saw who he was after his time in the corps.

 “I'm not that beautiful, Jean.” You remarked as you combed your fingers through his hair, “You're the one who has most of the looks.”

He pulled you in closer, your noses touched, “Well, then may our children have both of our beauty.” Then pulled you into a tight kiss as he pulled you on top of him. He laid on the bed with your face in his hands and he grinned at you.

You couldn't help but feel endeared to him. A deep burning inside of you as he started to undo your blouse. The feeling of his hands on you made you moan, which he responded to with kisses along your exposed chest. 

  “You're beautiful.” He said. His large hands cupped your breasts as he kissed them, “So, so beautiful.” His cock twitched in his pants as he moved back to your face. Those brown eyes gazed into yours. He smiled at you once more before he pulled you in for another kiss. 

You giggled, the feeling of him so close made your heart race. “Jean.”

 “Don't worry, I got you.” His hand reached your breasts which he massaged. Soon your bra was off and his thumb and pointer finger were playing with your nipples. You moaned against his neck. He knew how to make you feel good. 

He kissed your soft skin, basking in the feeling of your warmth. He could never want another woman. Not when he could have you. His continued to kiss your skin and you melted in his arms. But soon kissing was not enough so the man had to start exploring further. 

You pulled away from him and got the hair out of your eyes, “Do you want me that badly?” 

  “How could I not, you're my wife! I want you more than anything. There is nothing else I could want more than you. So come here, let me see my wife.” He chuckled as he got your pants off and then he started to get his own clothes off. 

His hands roamed your body once you were nude. He admired your beauty, every curve, every mark, and every place your skin dimpled. He adored you, he wanted you. He thought you were the most beautiful creature on the planet.

Both naked on your bed, he kissed you passionately. He felt his heart race as he kissed you. The woman to bring in every stray. He guessed that's why you brought him home. He was just another stray. But he loved you so much. You were so perfect, there was an elegance to you. Not in the traditional way, but in a way that only he could see. 

  “I love you.” He said.

  “I love you too.” You replied before you moved further away from him. You placed both of your hands on his bare chest and gazed down at him with a chest brimming with love. Even in late afternoon light, he still looked divine. He looked like home. 

You loved him. 

He placed his hands over yours as you slowly seated yourself onto his cock.  You held hands while you endured the stretch of his cock. He was always so thick in the base that it took the wind out of you when it finally all fit. You neve suspected your husband having a problem with it fitting inside of you.

When you got comfortable, you let out a soft moan and he placed his hands on your hips. He started to roll them gently, nudging his cock into sensitive places that made your toes curl. A sharp sensation moved through your body as you started to move your hips. 

It felt very good, it was tinged with pain but the more you endured it, the more pleasure that raced through your body. You held onto him as you bucked your hips to get every last inch of him inside of you. You wanted to feel your husband. You wanted to feel him deep inside of you the only way a husband and wife could. 

He groaned and held onto you as you moved. You kept a hold of his shoulders as you laid on his chest to get a better angle of his cock inside of you.You felt amazing, the pleasure coursed through you as you rolled your hips. He leaned down and kissed you once more, his facial hai rubbed up against you.

Then he moved his hands and placed them on your ass so he could get as deep as possible inside you. You moaned loudly into the kiss and he gave your ass a quick smack. The sensation made you moan louder. His tongue slipped into your mouth and he explored up against your molars. 

You pulled away to catch your breath, and he looked at you with nothing about admiration in his eyes. He was obsessed with you. He was so lucky to have you as his wife, to adore you. He wanted to make love to you all the time, the feeling of closeness between two people. 

  “Honey.” He said.

 “Jean.” You replied before you took his face in your hands and started to kiss him once more. The bed creaked under you as the two of you continued to move your bodies up against one another. Your heart was racing as you made love to him. It was so simple yet it felt so right. 

You loved Jean, it was as simple as that. You never wanted someone in your life so badly, but here he was despite everything. He was your husband at the end of the day. And you couldn't ask for anything more. As you kissed him over and over again, you felt a sense of euphoria. You rolled your hips quickly to meet with his pace and you felt the moans bubble in your throat. 

  “That's it, honey.” He moaned, “That's it, god. You're amazing. I love you so much.“ 

 ”I never want anyone else.“ You respond as you move your body against him. Your lips touched once more as you felt the curl of pleasure in your gut. You moaned into the kiss. It wasn't much longer now before you climaxed. You held onto him for dear life as you continued to passionately make out with him. 

  ”Good, because I only want you.“ And you believed him. As your bodies moved together the feeling of climax became overwhelming. You held onto each other as you kissed once more. Your heart raced as you moved. You almost felt light headed with your lips feeling raw from all the kissing. 

  ”Jean.”

  “Don't worry, I got you.”

You clutched into him, you felt the rise of pleasure. It was becoming undeniable. You grit your teeth as he gazed at you. Your cunt tightened around him as you moved against him. You are tightened from the euphoria of sex with your husband. You could never imagine yourself like this with anyone else.

You were so devoted to him. He pulled you into one last kiss, he held onto your hips and quickly thrusted up into you. He groaned against you, his hot breath against your skin as he felt close to his own climax. 

  “You complete me.” He groaned as he quickened his pace. He held onto you tightly as he thrusted up into you. His cock hit against all your most sensitive areas and you felt the moans spill out of your mouth. There was no way to escape the feeling. He groaned as your nails dug into his skin. His face was flushed, he felt hot all over.

And with one more searing kiss. One last hot kiss, he finished inside you. And together you both climaxed. You clenched your thighs from the sensation of orgasm. The noise you made as you kissed was guttural and primal. It was hot. 

When you pulled away you felt light headed as you panted wildly. And then with a heavy exhale you fell into his arms. He caught you and turned to his side to cuddle you. His cock slipped out of you and a bit of cum pooled at your inner thigh and eventually down onto the sheets. But neither of you minded, you were both wrapped in a soft embrace.

  “You're perfect,” His thumb touched the bandage on your cheek, “No more taking in strays, okay?” he kissed the skin, “I need my wife to be safe.”

You chuckled softly, “With you, Jean, I'm always safe.” 

[spotlightlowlife]

The exterminator angels were better off ambiguously robotic

Why not have them be the robots they seemed to be? Stoic terminator type figures who's identities truly don't matter because they identical factory models.

As we know, Vaggie is an angel.

Vaggie taking off her mask made no sense. Vaggie had the most nothing of fall and doesn't seem to matter to anyone of her kind, extra Lute simply doesn't like her for no particular reason and the two of them can happily never interact, Vaggie couldn't care less about Lute being her attacker.

Nobody in hell cares that Vaggie is an angel.

Lute was a sidekick to a relevant character who then would be used to usher in another relevant character.

All else are face covering, nameless nobodies who can leave deadly weapons lying around, their casualties in all these years has been one, yet who cares?

Unless Lute and Vaggie get some history telling us that they where someone before, turning exterminator angels into the equivalent of sinners, their leader Adam isn't particularly one of them.

Still, we aren't following exterminators and the two named and unmasked exterminators we do have could be any class of angel and it would make zero difference.

A total lack of care and consideration could work.

The already used but effective 'bottom of the social class', which is what extrrminators being the equivalent of sinners would spell works fine as an explanation.

Elsewhere we already see those at the very bottom being fodder, however to give heaven some credibility, would it not make sense to have the exterminators not even be 'people', so no harm done?

Elsewhere, we have the multipurpose Fizzbots, now entirely credited to Mammon the greed sin known for buying into what sells and ripping off established ideas, so what if the bots were another inspired idea, this time by the exterminations of the pride ring.

Though Adam and Mammon are probably the characters who need the least work, it doesn't hurt to further emphasize recurring themes.

[familyagrestefanblog]

I find it... kinda irritating how saying that Hero Gabriel is still a failure of a father even if he's not a bad person is apparently somewhat of a hot take.

It is irrelevant at what extreme end of the moral spectrum Gabriel is - sadistic villain or heroic saint - fact still remains that you wouldn't notice either with Monarque or Hesperia that they are fathers at all, while simultaneously both Adriens are clearly depicted as teenagers who basically have to re-settle themselves into their lives after they were emotionally orphaned in every sense that matters.

It is irrelevant that Alt Gabriel is a hero, not a bad person or that he wasn't outright abusive like our Gabriel, nothing will change the fact that Griffe Noire Adrien's path to healing goes the same route as our Adrien's.

And that is AWAY from his father, not WITH him.

Griffe Noire at the end was roughly were our Adrien started off at the beginning of the show, just this time with a better path ahead Ladynoir wise since they know their identities.

He changed for the better when our Adrien gave him the self-acceptance, understanding and sympathy he didn't receive from Alt Gabriel or anyone else for the matter.

Helped him overcome the grief of loosing their mother and accepting that the self-harming behavior he's acting on (or both of them) is not something she would want for them.

There are 2 reasons why Alt Adrien couldn't get over his mother's death, and that's 1) because unlike our Adrien, Alt Adrien didn't try finding new happiness in friendship, and 2) because he too couldn't count on his remaining parent (Gabriel) which made him feel his mother's loss even worse.

Alt Gabriel could be the greatest hero of all time and he still would be a fucked up father because he was so busy being a saint that he apparently barely was a father. When alt Gabe cries in the sewer one would think he'd bring up his child as one of his main motivations, but no, he doesn't.

Because Hesperia is just as little characterized as a FATHER as Monarque.

That aspect of Gabriel didn't change.

Hesperia didn't even fucking know that his son is Griffe Noire either, how attentive to you think this man IS??

Alt Adrien goes on the same path as our Adrien and that's away from being emotionally dependent on his father - the way a 14 year old should normally ALLOWED TO BE bc thats NATURAL and how it's supposed to be - to make friends, but most importantly he sure as hell went on being emotionally dependend on HIS Maribug the way our Adrien was/is

Especially the last picture is extremely telling (and one would think our Marinette would finally start paying attention bc Griffe Noire's change right in front of her eyes is literally all she would need to help her fully understand HER Chat Noir's behavior and how that came to be. But apparently we can't ever have Marinette pick up on the most obvious stuff about Chat Noir's problems).

Unlike Toxinelle who is waving goodbye while holding Griffe's hand, HE is not acknowledging our dimension anymore even when he's the last one to enter the portal by a good bit, bc he's so fixated on his Maribug as his whole world bc just like our Adrien he's literally emotionally an orphan and needs an anchor like everyone else.

Good chance that Toxinelle thinks they're just normally holding hands and she's merely going in first, but no, he is letting her lead him out. He doesn't care whats behind or ahead of him, he's just seeing her.

Alt Gabriel is an awful father and you can tell because Alt Adrien literally has to re-settle in life similar to an orphan while his father is still alive and living in the same damn house!

THAT'S what decides if Alt Gabriel is an awful father, NOT him running around as a charming hero. The quality of parenthood is NOT measured by how "good of a person" the parent is, it's measured by the child's fucking well-being

And I don't know if you noticed it by now, but this is the same logic as our Gabriel being hailed a hero after his death. The special already elaborates on this new angle of Gabriel suddenly being a "hero" while he very clearly was a monstrous failure of a father (and person).

So what side are YOU gonna be on here?

Are you going to victim blame Adrien by just declaring Gabriel Agreste a great, blameless and loving father now because that's what you're being told at face-value while the narrative conveniently plays the case in Gabriel's favors by removing all of them from the dimension they are actually from so his faults are being mostly covered up, and Adrien's looks worse without its proper context of their home-dimension and father-son dynamic

Or are you going to fucking LOOK at the child this amazing hero is emotionally abandoning on a daily in way too many ways and ask yourself if that's the result of a competent and attentive parent?

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Over Thin Ice: |1|

Three years later...

Sighing, you pulled the jacket up over yourself, while a familiar, large building started to come into view. The outside of it was already quite bright--especially the sign that rested right at the top.

That wasn't really something that you had ever missed--not one bit, among other little choices here and there. I'm surprised everyone doesn't walk in there with sunglasses or something.

Pulling the car into the buildings parking lot, you scratched at your palm, face remaining neutral as everything kept getting closer and closer. Well... I don't suppose that I can hurry and turn back.

And then what would they think? You scoffed, head shaking, and reaching for the door handle. One day, I quit, and then three years later I ask to be rehired? But then I don't even show up?

The door swung open--and with how windy it happened to be in the moment, there was a part of you that almost worried about it potentially flying off the rest of the car.

Unbuckling the seatbelt, you hopped out, nearly tripping for a second in the moment, before slamming the door shut. No, I won't do that. Let's just get this over with, okay?

Making the walk to the building's main entrance, your eyes slowly drifted up to the sky--the sunlight had completely disappeared just two hours ago, and the moon was rather full.

In the process of being rehired, you had doubted that the original job would have been handed back--one that you couldn't entirely recall now, but at the very least, had been certain that it was in the morning.

They'd given you the job of being a nightguard this time, though. 10PM to 6AM... that's what they said, right? I can deal with that, I guess.

There's a ton of things to do here that can keep me awake while I work. Never really bothered to check them all out before... no harm in doing it now, right? You shrugged.

Eyes drifting back down and ahead, you refocused on the building itself, and quickly spotted a woman standing in front of the entrance, and staring right in your direction.

Is that... um... A rather large frown started to slip into place. Okay, I've got nothing. But she looks a little familiar... she must have still been working here by the time I quit.

If she's here right now, she must be another nightguard, right? How many would they want? Slowly, you tried to push the frown away. Well... it's always been massive, needing more makes sense.

Once close enough to the entrance, your name slipped out of the woman's lips, and she cleared her throat. "That's you, isn't it? You quit some time ago, yeah?"

Slowly blinking at the woman, you just nodded. Coming to a stop beside her, it seemed like the woman did have a name-tag--but her hair was rather long, and was covering it quite well, you had to say.

The only part that wasn't hidden behind blonde hair was a V--but there weren't that many names starting with that letter that you were that familiar with, frankly.

She hummed, turning away, and going through the first door. "Well, I'm not sure why you would come back here after quitting... nobody else has. But that's not my business."

As you followed the woman, your eyes went a little wide, before beginning to take little glances around.

"You'll still need to keep watch of the animatronics, they can't be out of their rooms after a certain time." They've all had... a curfew? Since when? "I haven't really caught them leaving often, at least."

The woman was still walking, seemingly unaware that you had stopped. "And I've been seeing a little boy around here recently. He keeps sneaking in. If you ever happen to-"

You cleared your throat.

Crossing her arms, the woman turned herself around, and saw you standing a bit of a distance away, eyes flickering between everything that that was currently presented around you.

"What?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Is something the matter?"

Spreading your arms opened, you just ended up gesturing to practically everything, which caused the woman to shake her head, and place a hand on her face.

"Does it look a bit different to when you were last here?" She took a guess, and you immediately nodded, arms dropping back down to your sides.

"Just come on," The woman spun back around, making a quick gesture with her own hand. "It's been a few years since you were last here, they've been doing some remodeling to practically everywhere."

Nodding again, you forced your legs to start moving forwards--fast enough to reach the woman's side. As she walked, she started to pull some of the long hair out of the way.

In the process, her nametag was fully uncovered, and you let out a satisfied hum. Okay, Vanessa... that's good to know. What was I going to do if I was about to call for her, but still didn't know?

"You won't get lost." Just be like: "Hey, you!" the entire time? I'm not sure if she'd like that. Probably not. "We'll give you a map if you want or something, and then..."

Just as the two of you turned a corner, and Vanessa pushed the door open, something burst out from behind the door, as if it had simply been waiting for this moment the entire time.

You jumped back, mouth opening--but no noises escaped, as you shoved them down rather quickly. Vanessa stayed in the same position, but for a moment, you thought she flinched.

The thing in front of the two you looked like some sort of Staff Bot, and it slowly blinked, before extending a hand, and tilting its head right at you.

"Take a map?" It spoke up. Staring at the hand that was held out, there was a crumpled-up map--it looked like someone kept tossing it away, but it kept getting retrieved.

You watched as Vanessa seemed to roll her eyes, before snatching the map, and then shoving the bot out of the way. "Alright, let's keep going."

It seemed satisfied--even if it had just been shoved--and began to wander off right as you passed it. You stared for a moment, before shaking your head, and following Vanessa again. Well...

"It would have bugged us the entire night if we didn't do anything, believe me." Vanessa took in a breath, and you just gave a thumbs up in response to that.

I don't think I ever saw that Map Staff Bot before... when did they ever add it? Is it more of a recent creation... like, in the last few weeks or so? Once more, your eyes flickered around.

If they made something new like that, did they make a new addition to the band? Maybe there's a new rabbit or something...You let out a grunt as you bumped straight into Vanessa, who had abruptly stopped.

Reaching over, you tapped at the woman's shoulder, but didn't obtain a response from her. There was something else that had seemed to catch her attention.

Although... what exactly? You weren't certain. It looked like Vanessa was just staring off towards the right--her expression suggested that she was annoyed about someone pestering her about something.

...Did I do something? Or was it that staff member from a minute ago? You tapped at her shoulder again, taking a couple of steps back at the same time.

She didn't react to that--but instead, Vanessa seemed to react to the sound of footsteps--which your head spun around to focus on after a moment, too.

Vanessa sighed, and shook her head, before staring at the figure that was approaching. It was Glamrock Freddy, who seemed to be coming out of a Recharge Station that hadn't initially been noticed.

"Officer Vanessa! Officer..." The bear quietly trailed off as he advanced, but in the moment, you could just barely hear your name spill out of the animatronics mouth.

Coming to a stop, he smiled and placed a paw on your nearest shoulder. You gave him a quick smile in return. "You have returned? It... has been some time, we-"

"Freddy." Vanessa interrupted, grabbing his arm, and tapping at it. Glamrock Freddy hummed and dropped his hand back down to the side. I didn't mind it.

"You know what?" Vanessa was already speedwalking away, raising her voice so that the both of you could still actually hear her. "Freddy, you help them the rest of the night. I need to take care of something..."

A moment later, the woman disappeared around the closest corner, and it was just you and the familiar animatronic bear. He was still giving you a rather gentle smile in the moment.

"We missed you." Glamrock Freddy finished his comment. "I am sure the others will love to see you again. Perhaps we could drop by Rockstar Row for a moment?"

A finger tapped at his chin. "I am certain that Monty may enjoy seeing you again after all this time. I know-"

Snapping your fingers to get the bears attention, your head frantically shook at the offer, and a quiet sigh followed after a moment. Glamrock Freddy only stared at first.

But after a few more moments had passed, it seemed as if something had hit him. "Oh, my mistake... I'm sorry. You would not like to visit with him right now?"

Your head shook again, and your arms crossed.

"Right." Glamrock Freddy nodded. He began to walk forwards, and you quickly followed--but the bears walk was rather slow, at least. Keeping up with him wasn't a struggle.

"If you don't want to do that, I could show you what Fazbear Entertainment has changed since you've been gone?" His head tilted. "I see you have a map, but it can still be quite difficult."

You gave the bear a thumbs up. I'm not sure when I'd ever want to meet back up with him... but I can't do it so soon after returning.

@mcfries123 @balloonboyismyson