#BUT DONT SEE THEM IN AN ACTUAL RELATIONSHIP..

[genericpuff]

i just finished LO and im bothered by so much of it i dont know where to start. persephone is maybe the most inconsistent, all over the board character ive read in any media that i can remember. im incredibly confused as to why a character supposedly brimming with sensitivity and empathy to the point where she doesnt want her rapist harmed (cant relate)...has zero trauma regarding the thousands of largely innocent mortals she inadvertently murdered. twice. wheres that same energy??? wtf

congrats on crossing the finishing line !

So much beyond even just Persephone is inconsistent as all hell, and it's what lends to my belief that LO kind of crumbled under the weight of its own success. Like, the comic was clearly only meant to be a self-indulgent Tumblr fluff piece in the beginning, and that's what it frankly excelled at being - only to suddenly expand into an actual franchise with merch deals, TV licensing, and most of all, actual real expectations from paying readers and Webtoons shareholders that it would payoff as something it was never meant to be in the first place.

Persephone is supposedly guilty about the Act of Wrath, but we never see a shred of guilt throughout the entire first season, not until the Act of Wrath is actually established and she's artificially given the opportunity to show guilt - and if anything, we see more scenes of her being vindictive and terrible to people that are lower class than her than we see of her actually being guilty over the AoW. She couldn't even accept the punishment she got, she acted like she was entitled to getting off without a single consequence and then when she did suffer consequences, she was crying purely over the fact she didn't get to tell Hades she loved him.

Persephone is supposedly blessed with so much beauty and intelligence that she had a secret 'affair' with Ares while she was in the Mortal Realm and she has an entire CVS receipt of accomplishments prior to moving to Olympus - and yet she doesn't know what "sleeping to the top" means and constantly acts dumber than a doorknob.

Hades is supposedly a cruel and cunning womanizer who misinterprets Persephone's requests for help as a booty call and warns her that the neighbors might see them fucking in the kitchen, but then as soon as they're in a relationship and actually interested in having sex with each other, he's bumbling like a high school boy who can't even say the word "penis" without giggling.

Even entire scenes tend to oppose each other - like in the finale, when Hades looks depressed and gets a phone call from Hecate checking in on him, which is juxtaposed against flashbacks that Persephone has to spend a few months out of the year in the Mortal Realm, only to then cut back to Hades who's about to meet up with Persephone because it's time for her to return to the Underworld. Why was he so depressed as if she had just left him ??? 😭😆

And why in the world was the comic's final messaging - the "moral of the story" if you could call it that - summed up and exposited as "true love really does exist"??? Isn't there already a couple in the comic who have gone out of their way to prove that? (cough Eros and Psyche cough) What about Poseidon and Amphitrite? How can you have a plotline that resolves itself as "true love really exists!" in a world where the gods of love also already exist?

I could go on and on and on about all the different examples of inconsistent writing, the plot points and character traits that contradict each other - sometimes as soon as within the same episode they're introduced - and all the loose threads that were left unanswered and, at best, handwaved away by Rachel in the finale's Q&A session.

But the story really does speak for itself just by reading it, especially when there isn't stretches of time between each episode to blur the details. When you can read each episode back to back, you really do notice all the inconsistencies even more, and the lack of explanations for each of them.

Not that I'm planning on reading it, but here's hoping Rachel at least prepares herself better for the next comic she plans on making. She's said in the past that she "thrives in the chaos" but I really hope she knows deep down that she bit off more than she could chew and that chaos was more so to her detriment than her benefit. No one fell in love with LO with the expectation that it would turn into a cutesy Disney film or a hyped up Marvel blockbuster - we just wanted the intimate storytelling that revolved around Hades and Persephone, the storytelling that was lost as the story grew too big for itself to function.

[plaidos]

i just dont get why they absolutely had to write june saying "i didn't even know how old she was" when talking about how she felt like she emotionally cheated on roxy

just seemed like a joke made with little reverence to the character that is going to transition on screen

idk if you see that (and Scott Pilgrim's whole thing with Knives) as a joke i think that's a you problem and you aren't ready to have the conversations this artwork is having. if you're uncomfortable with it, good, it's supposed to make you uncomfortable, Homestuck is and always has been an earnest introspection of how society normalises & recreates the conditions of sexual violence.

i mean, for starters, to clue you into a conversation i was having with a friend about this earlier today, compare John's relationship to Terezi -- a girl he fundamentally does not know the age of & whose ageing might've been slowed out in nowhere -- with Dad's immediate infatuation with Mom Lalonde when he first gets a glimpse of her pre-Sburb....... except, by the timeline elaborated to us in Hiveswap, Mom is like, only just barely an adult in that scene. this goes uncommented on because why would it? most of the characters don't even know it happened, nor do they have a frame of reference to understand what's a little ❓ about that. but it makes perfect sense for John to be in his pre-transition emulating all the toxic parts of his father (& masculinity in general), does it not?

i don't get how it's a "joke" at all to reference the Thing That Literally Happened In Canon, it seems more like you're bothered that it's being referenced at all rather than it having happened?? Homestuck has been about stuff like this, about the normalisation of child abuse & sexual violence to children by way of society. did you think Jane repeatedly statutorily raping Gamzee (who was explicitly a teenage boy when he comes out of the fridge) over the course of the epilogues waas just random Homestuck nonsense bullshit? What about what's going on with Tavvy? all the Doc Scratch/Dirk Strider stuff? Alternian culture revolving around coercive sex, and how that is supposed to be a reflection of how that is also true of Earth's own cultures?

like, idk, i thought it was pretty clear that the normalisation of sexual violence (particularly towards/surrounding teenagers) in society was one of the core themes of Homestuck. it's always patently wild to me, for example, that people try and decry Meenah as a pedophile when she's actually probably the only character in the comic who realised what she was doing was wrong and elected to stop being a willing participant in it. and like... the scene you're talking about isn't just relentlessly dunking on June, it depicts her being unfairly dragged for something every single one of them has been a complicit participant in. it's about transmisogyny, if anything.

[mwahgo]

this request is odly specific so i apologize in advance!

I CABT DECIDED IF IT SHOULD BE SOMEONE LIKE SANJI OR DOFFY :((( so you pick :3

Basically a good soft smut! (or not you can eluded to the sex and it would still be peak) The reader was in a toxic relationship beforehand and they kinda flip flop on being overly coquettish and going to hysterical when someone actually goes for them yk? Thus the character basically is like “They have been really off recently ever since they started dating that person… but now it’s just more dreadful. So the character attempts to comfort the reader making them fully just let everything out about how scared they are. Worried that again, the reader would only be good because of their body. eventually reader makes a move (make sure the reader is sobbing at this point) and begs the character for one night to have that feeling of being loved (cause at that point it’s the only thing that they see as love). Character helps the reader feeling terrible but with the constant praise and reassurance that the reader is enough and that they love them the reader soon feels loved as themselves.

the reader and character can get together at the end i dont care!

you can add as many kinks as you like but main ones are praise! also afab reader if you don’t mind

THE FEELING OF LOVE

— Black leg Sanji x Fem!Reader (One Piece)

[+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+]

: ̗̀➛ Summary: You always know the feeling of love—being able to please a man with your body. But what if a fine gentleman shows you that you can be loved with more than what you have?

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 2.8k words

: ̗̀➛ Content Tags: Toxic past relationship (not with sanji), overly flirty reader, insecurity, mentions of restrictive eating (if you squint), crying, soft sex, praises, petnames (my dear, my love, good girl), unprotected sex, P in V, confession after sex, body worship, sweet talking

Mwahgo's Notes: I hope i got your request right, I love this because it screams sanji <33

The sound of plates clinking against each other is accompanied with the loud munching of their hungry captain as he gobbles up all of the food, often steals from the others’ plate. Usopp irked as Luffy’s stretchy arm reached for the chicken on his plate as the others enjoyed the, somewhat, peaceful morning. On the other hand, Sanji was busying himself in the kitchen, cooking more food for the crew.

“Sanji! More food!” Luffy whined, childishly.

Sanji gritted his teeth with the annoying whining, “Shut up and wait, damnit!” He scolded.

The food from the pot was transferred to a big plate as he delivered it to the table, which Luffy immediately devoured. The chef just sighed and went back to the kitchen to cook more. The Straw hats continued their breakfast until the door swings open. You entered the dining room, still groggy from the sleep—hair strands flying everywhere and your clothes are a bit wrinkled.

Nami looked over her shoulder and giggled, “Looks like sleeping beauty is up. You slept longer than Zoro,”

The swordsman gave her a look as you rubbed the sleep off your eyes, “I just got into this book I found in the last island and I couldn’t put it down,” You explained.

You took the seat next to Zoro, “Wow, Zoro, look at those biceps. You’re taking more workouts?” You flirted as you graze your fingers on his thick arms, trailing on the prominent vein.

Zoro hummed, “Oh, yeah… Need to get more serious in my training,” He answered.

You giggled as you continue to caress his arms and he continues to not mind. You turned to Luffy and noticed some sauce on his face, “Oh, Captain, there’s some food on your cheek,” You pointed.

Luffy tilted his head in confusion as your hand reached out and wiped the sauce off. You bring your hand to your lips and licked it off as Luffy just laughs, “Shishishi! Thanks, (Y/N)!”

Nami just sighed at the captain’s obliviousness and your flirty attitude. Sanji walks back from the kitchen—new plate of food in hand when he saw your presence and his eyes turned into hearts.

“(Y/N)- CHWAAANNN!” Hs exclaimed as his body twirled towards you. He served a plate of omurice in front of your—drizzled with ketchup shaped like a heart, “A lovely meal for a lovely lady,” He flirted.

You, on the other hand, sweatdropped nervously at Sanji’s adoration towards you. You fell quiet as you meekly accepted his cooking, “U-Uhm.. thanks,” You mumbled.

Everyone noticed the sudden shift of the atmosphere, mostly Sanji noticed how timid you suddenly fell. You were just flirting both with Luffy and Zoro, happily chatting with the others but the moment he comes in the room, your energy depleted and you were quiet—barely giving him eye contact.

Sanji frowned at your reaction, “Is everything okay, (Y/N)-chan? Is my cooking a little off today?” He questioned.

Your eyes widened at his sad tone as you quickly try to cover your coy reaction, “N-No! Nothing’s off about it.. It’s just…” You bit your lip, picking the right words.

Zoro observed your cowering form—his eye glancing over your fidgeting fingers. He glanced back up to Sanji, “Did you do something to her?” He asked with suspicion.

An irked vein popped, “Of course not, you stupid marimo!” He yelled angrily.

Sanji huffed in annoyance as he stomped back to the kitchen. The others just sighed at their usual banter, but they knew this was a different concern. They watched as you eat a little bit of the omurice before sliding it towards to Luffy, which he happily accepted it.

Sanji’s eyes followed you and Zoro as you invited the swordsman to have a training session together. He bit the cigarette between his lips in annoyance, wondering what those that stupid mosshead have that he doesn’t. He was also concerned about you, when he cleaned the dishes this morning, he noticed that your plate was unusually clean. He knew you too well, you would often leave small crumbs on the side or of the meal is too saucy, there would be leftovers.

Confusion was written all over his face, he didn’t understand how you can be as flirty as him towards the others but when he comes in the picture.

He put his chin on his palm—in deep thought as the cigarette burns slowly, “Is (Y/N) giving you a hard time?” Robin walked in.

Sanji flinched at her voice before quickly turning to her, hearts in his eyes, “Hello, my Robin-chwan! What can I help you with?” He swooned.

Robin chuckled at his reaction, “Not much, Sanji but..” She trailed off, “… But you seemed a bit hung up on (Y/N),”

Sanji snapped out of his love-struck expression before leaning back on the railing, in his thoughts, “I-I don’t know what I did. I’m just trying to be nice to her,” He frowned.

Robin fell sympathetic to the chef, “Well I don’t really know all of the details but.. (Y/N) came from a bad relationship,” He revealed.

Sanji’s eyes widened at the information, “Wh-Who hurt her?” He snarled.

The archeologist just shurgged, “How will I know.. but because of that past relationship, it had her very confused. She doesn’t know how to react to affection and it made her very uncomfortable,” She explained.

Sanji felt this fiery rage inside in him. What kind of man would treat, a wonderful woman like you, that badly? You deserve to be loved, cherished and worship the ground you walk on, and Sanji was there to do that. But you refuse, you refuse his overwhelming affection because you were badly hurt—the invisible scars remained.

Sanji’ face fell, “Thank you.. Robin-chan,” He mumbled before leaning back on the railings, sinking in the information. Robin just smiles before leaving, hopefully one day, Sanji is able to make you feel whole.

“I’m gonna confront (Y/N)-chan today!” Sanji announces.

Nami looked at him, confusingly, “What do you mean, Sanji?” She asked

The blonde sighs, “I just can’t take it anymore, Nami-san.. She was hurt and I don’t want to see her sad anymore. I want to be the man to make a change for her, show her that she deserves to be cherished!” He ranted.

Nami’s eyes widened before giggling, “Well, I guess I can’t stop you about that. She’s with Luffy, watching them fish,”

Sanji nodded and walked out with determination in his chest. He immediately spots you with Luffy as he fishes with Usopp and Chopper. Your head leaned on Luffy’s shoulder as you laughed along with their antics.

Sanji takes in a deep breathe and exhales before approaching your little group, “(Y/N)-san?”

You body slightly flinched at Sanji’s familiar voice as you turned to face his determined expression, “Can you come with me for a moment? I just…” He trailed off, picking his words, “.. We need to talk,”

You gulped nervously, this is not the usual, flirty and swooning Sanji, he looks like he’s ready for a fight. Seriousness plastered on his face—eyebrow scrunched, sharp eyes and his lips in a straight line. Your demeanor cowers at his stare until Usopp speaks up, “Hey, hey, what’s going on with you two? You’ve both been weird since this morning,”

You both didn’t answer him until Sanji just clicked his tongue before grabbing your hand—softly—before leading you at the back of the ship. You wanted to pull away from his grip, but you didn’t want to make a scene in front of the crew. As you both reached to the back of the ship, Sanji’s hand pulls away from yours as your heart cracks a little, then your fingers started fidgeting with each other.

You were both quiet for a moment, anticipating the upcoming moment. He pulls out a cigarette stick out from its box, placed it between his lips and lights it up. He inhales the strong nicotine, and exhales the smoke out before speaking: “You know, you don’t deserved to be treated like that, right?”

Your eyes widened slightly with the lack of context in his question, “Wh-What do you mean?”

Sanji gritted his teeth, the end tip of the cigarette crushed between his teeth, “Robin-san told me about your past relationship..” You eyes widened completely, in shock, “.. And I just can’t help but feel angry.. What kind of man treats a woman like shit? I get so pissed whenever beautiful women like you are just used for their sole pleasure.. I hate it,” His shoulders shakes in hatred.

Your breath hitched at his powerful statement, “So please, (Y/N)-chan, who hurt you? How did he hurt you?” He growled

Your breath shakes, cowering under Sanji’s frustrated gaze, “I never liked talking about my past relationship, because it gives me bad memories,” You started as Sanji listens intently, “… But, my ex treated me like I’m nothing but a toy he can show around. He l-liked to degrade me that.. I don’t look sexy or pretty today… He-He only loves me when I’m pretty, when I’m not… I-I feel unworthy, unloved and I need to constantly make myself beautiful for him..”

Your lips trembled, the tears threatening to slip, “… My body is the only thing that can please him, that can make him happy… And if it works, t-then I’ll continue pleasing him with my body.. It’s the only thing that can keep the relationship strong…” You mumbled.

Sanji’s heart fell to his stomach and the frustration grew more powerful. A negative aura swirled around him as he continued to listen to your tragic story. His hands clenched angrily, veins popping in his temple and his jaw clenched, “I don’t know if I’m worth it anymore, I don’t know what loves feels anymore…” The tears now slides down your cheeks.

Sanji’s heart fell, frowning of the sight of a beautiful woman crying over a sorry of a man, “Pl-Please.. Please show me my worth.. I wanna feel loved, Sanji!” You exclaimed as you looked up to him, tears shining with hope.

Suddenly, Sanji leaned down and kissed your lips as you yelped in surprise, but you melt into the kiss—wrapping your arms around his neck as the kiss got intense. Your hands played with his blonde hair as his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you close to him.

You both pulled away, “It would be an honor to show you what love is, my dear,“ He swoons.

The door of your room swung open as you and Sanji stumbled inside—lips together, hands fumbling with your clothes, trying to remove it. Sanji’s foot closed the door shut and locks it as he pulled away from the kiss with a sigh. His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifts it up, revealing your lace bra, almost making his nose bleed but he continue to focus on his goal. You, on the other hand, you helped him remove his full suit—stripping his jacket and unbuttoning his dressed shirt.

As your clothes falls to the ground, Sanji admired your naked body, his eyes scanning every curve and the softness of your skin. With his wandering eyes looking at you, you felt insecure and awkward, “O-Oh! I’m sorry (Y/N)-chan for staring but it’s just that…” He sighed in bliss, “.. You look so beautiful,”

You blushed at his sincere words as Sanji carries you to the bed. He laids you down softly, like a porcelain doll being placed on its display, “So beautiful, my dear,” He leaned down to kiss your lips again as he hands wandered around your skin. His lips pulled away from yours and latched them on your neck as you whimpered when he found your sweet spot, “Gorgeous, so sweet and pretty..” He mumbled against your skin.

You blushed heavily at his praises as he slid down, now he’s facing your breasts. His mouth almost watered at the sight of your perky nipples as his lips wrapped around it, making you moan out, “My good girl, you’re such a good girl, letting me show how what it is like to be loved,” He whispered as he continues to suck on your breasts.

You moaned his name as he finished playing with your chest as he moved to your stomach as you immediately fell insecure, “S-Sanji..” You called softly.

“Don’t worry, my dear. Let me adore you,” He smiled as he littered kisses on your stomach.

“Sanji, please,” You begged as his eyes looked into yours and he got the message. He pulled away from your stomach and spread your legs open as he almost gasped at the sight of your glistening pussy. You gulped, “Please.. be slow with me,” You said.

He smiled and nodded, “Of course, my dear, I’ll take care of you,” He swoons as you blushed.

He wetted his hard cock and he rubbed your pussy—making you whimper as he positioned his cock on your entrance as your breath shakes in anticipation, “It’s okay, (Y/N)-chan, just relax and just feel the sweet pleasure,” He smiled as he slipped his cock in.

You gasped loudly as his hard cock penetrated your tight pussy, “My goodness, love. You’re so tight,” Sanji grunted.

“I-I’m sorry,” You apologized as Sanji shook his head.

“N-No, my dear. Your tight pussy feels so… good,” Sanji groaned, the feeling of your gummy walls wrapped tightly around his cock gave him a sense of euphoria, “Tell me when to move, my love,” He said.

You panted heavily, adjusting to his size before nodding. Sanji smiled before kissing your cheek, “Good job, my love,” He whispered as his hips started moving, making you gasp.

Your head leaned back against the pillows, your lips wide open in a loud moan. Your eyelids fluttered, blurry and confused, and your jaw slackened as the stretch and fullness blossomed within you. Your hands tried to find him, gripping his shoulders and pulling him down into a kiss as his cock hits your g-spot, making your eyes roll back with the pleasure, “Look at you, taking my cock so well. Good girl, such a pretty good girl for me,” He groaned, smiling down at your face.

Your face littered with tears and saliva from the intense kissing, mouth agape as moans spilled out from your lips. Your eyes in a daze as your cheeks blushed from the praises, “S-Sanji.. It feels so good,” You whimpered.

His hands intertwined with yours, holding them together as he fucked you softly on the bed, breathes fanning on each other. His hand finds your cheek as his thumb slowly caress the reddening spot, “So good, baby, you feel so good.. Fuck,” He groaned as his hips stuttered, “O-Oh, my love, I feel like I’m going to cum,”

You gasped as you wrapped your legs around his waist, “Pl-Please, cum inside me, Sanji,” You said as his eyes widened.

“A-Are you sure?” He asked as you only nodded in reply. The tight knot in your stomach releases as you moaned loudly before cumming on his cock. Sanji felt your walls tightening which made him groan loudly as he spills his hot load inside you.

You slumped down on the bed, panting heavily as sweat ran down your forehead. Sanji leaned down to kiss your face—your head, eyelids, your nose and lastly, your sweet lips, “I love you, (Y/N)-chan..” He confessed.

Your eyes widened, “Y-You do?” You asked, anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

Sanji nodded, “Of course, why would I agree with this if I didn’t love you?” He smiled, “You deserve to be treated correctly. (Y/N)-chan and I’m here to show you how it feels to live a life of feeling loved. I will worship the ground you walk upon and everyday, I’ll tell you how special you are, to me,” He declared.

Your heart bloomed with his words as your tears fell down your cheek, “T-Thank you so much..” You said, smiling, “I love you too..”

His thumb wipes away your tears as you both settled in bed. He pulled the blanket up to your chest as you cuddled next to him. Before you fell into slumber, his lips pressed on your head, whispering “good night, my love” before falling back to sleep.

[odyssean-flower]

Hey! First, wanted to say I absolutely love your fics!! The winding path of fate has me so hooked, I genuinely love it so much- It had me kicking my feet and guggling at some points LOL.

Secondly- I know you don't take requests so please don't think this is one!!! I just couldn't get the idea out of my head so I thought I'd spread it to yours. So like, what if Neuvi has ruts? I know ruts are usually used in smut but picture this instead- Neuvillette has lived through hundreds of ruts, never having a partener to help satisfy him, so by now his self control is GODLY. However when he's on his rut he does act/feel extra clingy, that he cannot control. After meeting Madame nothing changes necessarily, but one day he'll walk over to her and sheepishly ask her if they can cuddle. Madame would probably have no idea that he has a rut (unless this is post reveal) and Neuvillette most likely wouldn't tell her, so she'd be really confused as to why but probably give in eventually. Then they'd sort of lie down as Madame reads and Neuvi sort of lies on top of her with his head resting on her chest or in the crook of her neck or something. They'd just stay like that comfortably for hours, maybe falling asleep as well. They'd do this multiple times during his rut, and Neuvi would probably spend more time around her as well, or be more touchy (like his hand on her shoulder, perhaps holding her hand? Or doing that finger thing where they like hold pinkies <3) Maybe giving her a surprise hug from behind once as well? (I'm a sucker for those typa hugs 🥲) After his rut they either never speak of his clingy-ness again or go "Yup, this is something we're doing now" and continue the behaviour (With Madame also engaging in cuddles from time to time.) 

Sorry if I rambled, I just haven't been able to get this outta my head so I thought I'd drop this brainrotting thought into your asks xD And lastly, hope you have a day!! Make sure to take care of yourself, eat and drink if you haven't already!! Looking forward to the next chapter!!! (I will eat up anything you write <3)

ok to tell you the truth i've actually been thinking about making this a plot point for some time now but i dont know if it will fit the vibe of the fic??? like its supposed to be a very fluffy, pg kinda story so idk if putting stuff like ruts or heats will put people off

oh but i really like your idea!!!!! i definitely feel like they'd have to work their way up to that point lol. I can see them taking naps together in his office and cuddling after a long day to recharge.

imo before they get more comfortable with physical affection, neuv (in my fic) had a rut i'd feel like he'd make himself scarce during that time to be on the safe side, bc he is a stickler for propriety, and bc he doesnt want to scare mc off (also he's scared by his own overwhelming desire to touch mc that doesnt have much to do with the rut), so he'd be leaving for work early and returning home late. It'd be an absolutely miserable time for him and it'd be raining heavily for as long as the rut lasts. Mc will figure out that something is up but feels like she shouldn't pry. At some point she might get the impression that he's sleeping with another woman

Mc: (trying her best to be super broadminded since this relationship is purely contractual) you know if you really need to you can hire an escort to fulfill your needs. im fine with it

Neuv: (speechless for a minute bc it never crossed his mind you'd think that way and bc he couldn't believe you thought he'd be the type of man to do that) no madame how can you think that i never felt any desire to do such things with anyone else other than you

Mc: (stunned, scandalized, blushing) excuse me????? i thought that we agreed that there will be no physical stuff between us during this marriage????

It goes on like that until the misunderstanding is cleared up. Mc will encourage him to approach her and not deny himself, and even awkwardly initiate. It'll take a while for them to get used to it (they are both very touch starved) but once that happens it'll become a part of their natural routine.

But if it's after they get more comfortable with each other i think it'd probably be like what you described. Marie gets used to seeing neuv sticking to mc like glue for the first few days of every month and makes sure to give those two their privacy lol. Mc would also visit him in his office during this time (it will become known that everyone must knock before entering the iudex's office during the first few days of the month. Some ppl might spread rumors that they're doing freaky stuff in his office but neuv shuts them down quick. I guess intense handholding and cuddling would be freaky for these two considering how long it takes for them to realize their feelings for each other). Clorinde and wrio will tease him like crazy but he doesn't feel embarrassed at all bc you both enjoy it and it's normal for husband and wife to be affectionate with each other lol

[watermelonlicker]

ranttttttttt antis are a cult of bullies who choose and project onto a commodified and publicly acclaimed built by pr agencies cost their managements millions of dollars versions of the product to protect themselves from being labeled as delusional freaks and even though somewhere deep inside their hearts there’s a part of them that sees something there, because there’re so many uncovered stories in our lifetime including when britneys fans were being treated like conspiracists for actually seeing and not being heartless pricks ignoring the struggle AND the story of julian morris and his husband which is scarily similar to larry, they won’t ever admit that obviously because they’re afraid of being viewed as bad fans and getting a stick instead of a carrot - because maybe next time if they’re on louis’ good graces he or his sisters will post or tweet about freddie? scary to think though how a child became almost like a currency for this fandom…jesus fucking christ…- so they lash out and ridicule because something that is available to others isn’t available to them, so they find unity in rejection with other cult member bullies whose entire fan personality trait is singling out larries to send them death threats, tell them to kill themselves and making “larries mass extinction” signs to hold up at their concerts, they don’t defend their fav, they don’t listen to them and they don’t respect them, quite the directly opposite. oh and obviously if you’re a non larrie, you stan pathetically scummy human beings because this simply means they both gaslight their majorly young queer audience who basically grew up with them, who pick up on queer signaling from the history of lgbtqia+ representation and are able to read the clear communication between them, using the power imbalance to raise their engagement as an ongoing promo strategy, they date horrible people who are polar opposites of their political and partnership views and everything they’ve been advocating for and make up statistics for deadbeat parenting. this is not even going into a plain rejection of facts that just exist and mean there’s truth to larry but which they all like to ignore and not see. and word, “I accept he gay but he can’t gay him” well lucky for you, anti, that’s not your decision to make! some anti wanted us to stop calling them homophobic but if antis say all larries are delusional conspiracists than we can all agree all of them are pathological bullies with fascistic tendencies, right? currently defending a proud and open right winger isn’t defending louis’ honor, it is however doing him a disservice. so much for the “best fan in the world” lapel badge. i just couldn’t contain myself, they’ve been pissing me off that’s why im sending this to your anon inbox WELL

over💅

djdhdhdhhd WELL EAT THIS UP i dont really have much to add cos you spilled the only thing i’ll say is their obsession with freddie is also tied to larry. if larries hadn’t meticulously exposed babygate and its insidious origin on top of the first had accounts of those of us who were here in real time (there’s a reason most veterans you come across acknowledges babygate vs newbies and why some larries are ex-larries bcos they didn’t want to accept something so foul so think it’s easier to believe lou cheated on harry and f is biologically his etc) but yes if babygate didn’t exist they wouldn’t really care/would be normal about A CHILD.

babygate makes them question things/lou’s actions/parenting skills which is why they want A CHILD plastered all over the internet. they don’t want to be wrong after all these years and they also don’t want to accept that if you don’t understand larry and what happened to them and you believe the narrative fed than their faves are shit human beings like you said (which is why a lot of louies/harries think the other are shit human beings like they will literally go to every conclusion before accepting a closeted relationship) and also a lot of antis do actually see things for what they are vs the gp and that’s what makes them irredeemable to me and last night was a perfect example. antis make the choice to ignore it what they see and take great pleasure in disparaging larries which further perpetuates the system of closeting. those who want to keep larry in the closet rely on antis to bully/gaslight larries so we’ll go away and stop speaking up.

the difference between antis and the gp is antis have all the fandom knowledge and STILL choose to be blind and what’s that phrase? people who do the evil acts and people who see the evil acts being done and doing nothing about it? at least with the gp (for the most part) if they’re presented with something they do wake up which is why execs need them to stay blue pilled and constantly consuming their media propaganda. their dollar is the greatest dollar at the end of the day.

[dewdropchoconeko]

HSR/College AU NSFW (Jiaoqiu, Jing Yuan, and Blade)

Description: I have different AU's for JY, Blade, and JQ that i decided to include in this

CW: [ MDNI but i can't stop you ] afab!reader but gender neutral, mentions of manhandling, sub!characters, boob kink, pussy drunk, vouyerism, etc

Jing Yuan (HSR)

soft dom with a bit of repressed energy Vv attentive and asks how you is doing like every second Manhandling is a huge thing with him where he will just toss you around like a ragdoll

Very casual during sex too like. He’s not all too serious or anything. If there’s something to laugh about they’ll both laugh Boob kink Since he’s a bit rougher i can see him liking impact play Corruption kink

Blade (HSR)

dom. just. dom. Initially! He’s very stone cold in the beginning of your sexual relationship because he’s just like that But then slowly gradually opens up more as the relationship continues and lets himself go a little Pussy drunk! Pussy drunk to the point he overstims you a lot! I.E; you will not be walking tomorrow There’s this sense of control he doesn’t let go of, but sometimes he’ll let you take the reigns. More often than not he’s still guiding you but it’s not like he’s in control Vv serious during sex imo. Doesn’t crack jokes or anything. Pleasure is his main focus If this man somehow does sub he’s a brat during it Talking back and trying to piss off you When he wants it rough he wants it ROUGH; Like a cat, will claw your back and make it bleed

Jiaoqiu (HSR)

Switch!! He’s a big ole’ switch Just touch his ears and he’s GONE nibble on them? He’s more than just gone. Like i did it off of a whim but like he loves it when you nibble on his ears Not with teeth but with lips only? Like lightly nibbling on his ears with your lips so that you don’t hurt them. The pressure alone is going to make him shake and whimper like a dog in heat

Jing Yuan (College AU)

soft dom with a repressed side. More repressed than HSR!Jing Yuan Initially is very kept together and is collected but the moment he’s inside you it’s over. Very much like, “idk if i can control myself” He can’t.

Goes full on mating press time to feel them even deeper You will be left with bruises by the time this is over. Like, you can see the imprint of his hands More grunts and quieter moans Does let them take control sometimes

Manhandling kink but isn't as aggressive as HSR!Jing Yuan Biiiig on sleepy morning sex Not big on toys actually Boob kink?

More vanilla in terms of kinks and stuff Has four kinks

Food kink

Corruption kink

Hair pulling kink

DDLG

But not like in a pedophilic way

Positions

Doggy style

Cowgirl/Riding

Mating Press

Blade (College AU)

submissive repressed Blade!!! Is vv unsure of himself and is always questioning if he’s doing things right Tried to play it off but you can see the deer-in-headlights look he has When he’s inside though, his eyes roll back and he’s drooling. His persona falls apart FAST

He’s a whiny mess as he continues with everything all the way up until he finishes Very embarrassed during his first time because he’s like 26 and has never had sex before so he’s like, “i should know what i'm doing” He doesn’t

Also really into being tied up. dont ask me why i just think he would like it LOUD like LOUD LOUD like the whole neighborhood knows he’s getting railed If he does dom it's not really him domming; he's just a submissive top with control Needy whiny and messy

Has a lot of toys quite frankly Only got them AFTER he met you though Uses them when theyre not around, uses them when they are around, doesn't matter

Okay. While he’s a sub most of the time he CAN be a dom That’s only when he’s super super horny and can’t help it so he’s like, “fuck it. come here. Now.” (I wrote a super horny self-indulgent fic where he fucked me in a church bathroom that's how this came about.)

Sensory Deprivation Asphyxiation (receiving and giving) Collar and leash kink Secretly into leashes and collars Wears one in public but hides the fact that it's a collar Brat and Brat Tamer Predator and prey  Humiliation  Vouyerism Also kinda into public stuff? Like shove a vibrator up his ass and watch him crumble Pegging Restriction kink? Whatever it's called. Shibari

Doggy style/Backshots Missionary

[mandoalorian]

oh my god finally i was able to get round to reading this chapter and it did not disappoint!!! few things before we get into the review: as much as i missed bob in the first half, i love how it gave the opportunity for the reader to build on her relationships with the rest of the fam 🫶🏻 i especially love how you characterised ava and bucky ofc, her relationships with those characters have stood out to me since the very start!!!! and i feel like now we have such a rich understanding of the lore and world building, it’s just *chefs kiss*

as always , review under the cut ✂️

In the doorway was the man from the mirror, the oracle.

john walker i know that’s you… only you would be THIS problematic. holy shit.

This was an alleyway. Red bricks on either side, opening up to a street. Various posters and papers were stuck on the walls, mostly torn up and unreadable.

ugh your descriptions are just impeccable. no notes. why does it feel like i’m actually there. pure raw real talent

You looked down and watched as Bucky crouched over something between the alley wall and dumpster he was hiding behind

bucky baby i’m begging for just one second stop being so suspicious

He had three young women around him in the inn bedroom, an old tv on a stand in the corner.

OHHHHH YEAHHHHH 🫦🫦🫦🫦

anthony mackie voice: he’s killing all the ladies, pow pow pow pow pow !!!!!!

They wanted his attention.

the bucky barnes effect 😏😏😏

His prey? A family at a campground. A father, mother, and a son, oblivious to the threat in the woods.

oh. oh.

is this gonna go where i think it’s going…? 😟

Bob stood at his feet, his hands on his hips. He looked over the body once, and turned and left him behind, no remorse, no guilt about what he had done, or tried to do. It just didnt work.

NOOOOOO BOB. Dude honestly fuck you ‘Oracle’ for showing reader this… this is horrifying

"Just tell me, Ava," you interrupted.

yeah i ADORE ava and reader’s bond, i think it might be my favourite, besides with bob ofc. because nothing compares to that. 🥰

"I was a paralegal for a couple years," she answered. "Made a lot of money."

oh ava i see you i feel you id fuck up a bunch of old businessmen too 😭😭😭 but also.. sugar mommy? 🫦

"I... see you," Bucky finally said, quietly.

His eyes had the same intense charm about them that Bucky's had.

again with the eyes!!!

"Came to visit a friend. Caught a whiff of you and *ooh*," he winked. "Just had to stop and take a look."

sam wilson the man that you are. the way that this feels so in character for him. mr charismatic. wait.. where did my pants go?

He smiled and stepped forward. "Honey, i dont usually ask."

jesus christ is it hot in here

"Shouldnt hesitate for your little crush, wolf," the stranger said, moving to push Bob off, but then Bucky's presence just as suddenly appeared.

OMG OMG A CONFRONTATION?! FUCK YEAH

He first addressed his friend with a hard slap to the back of the head. "You *idiot.*"

PLEAJSNENSNDNND the way i am laughing into my pillow right now.. this duo 😩😩😭😭

"Ok. I'll make it up to you," he said, then looked at the wolf.

… oh yeah? what do you have in mind mr vampire

Bob didnt, either, firmly putting himself between you and the vampires.

jealous!bob dont hmu i can’t … or is he just protective. maybe with a hint of possessiveness? either way i fucking love to see it

"Thank you," you said, looking into those wolf eyes looking for the human ones.

please i need them to kiss already, the slow is burning

"Fuck that," Bucky rolled his eyes. "You dont have a grave. You burried me. Swear on mine."

NOT BUCKY CALLING HIM OUT LMFAOOOOO

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🥹🥹🥹omfg. i can’t wait to read the next chapter. this was EVERYTHING. my legs are fucking shaking this was so so good. my talented best friend holy shit

Trial by Storm

Werewolf!Bob/Reader

Summary: You have another encounter with the oracle and a fight for your life against a stranger.

Word count: 5.7k

*Trigger* Warnings: descriptions of violence and murder (two child/minor deaths, a betrayal of a peer, family annihilation, corporate assassination, a vampire with no desire for aftercare of three victims), so lots of blood mentions. Attempted and successful non/dubiously-consensual vampire feeding. A brief description of a house full of people being set on fire.

A/N: Really leaned into some of the horror of the genre. People doing awful things to other people. I can write a summary of the chapter and link it here if anyone wants, upon Dont read if you arent good with the tw's my friends. Send me an ask and i will give a more detailed (but not totally detailed ofc) sumamry of the chapter!!! Be good to yourselves!!!!

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After your conversation with Lena on the beach, you went toward the workshop to wait for Ava.

The trail still didnt like how your magic clashed with the established magic. As if there was only so much to lend itself to Ava or to you.

She warped in front of you before you could reach the door. "Good talk?"

You nodded but before you could explain, she turned away and went inside the building. "Good. Lots to do."

Maybe it had been a lot for just one person, but now with you there, things got done far faster than she expected.

It wasnt even noon before you finished the last task.

"Anything else?"

She sighed. "No." She surveyed the work you'd done, her hands on her hips.

"Are we going to get to eat before or-"

"Sure, the witches eat before the hungry moon. That seems fair," she rolled her eyes. "You just had breakfast."

"Maybe you're in a bad mood because I didnt see you eat anything."

"Its part of my ritual," she snapped. She winced at her own tone and composed herself, waving an apology toward you. "Sorry."

You shrugged. At least her bad mood wasn't a mystery.

Mostly, this particular new moon was for her and her magic anyway. She didnt have much else for you to do, but insisted on your company.

So you sat in the workshop, trying to decide how you'd make your own first charm of protection. Ava had shown you many different styles, and what kind materials were used.

You had something special in your mind's eye. A simple twisting of twigs that you'd seen over the doorway of your Grandmother's home. She'd always said it was just decoration, but you knew better now. It was a spell to keep danger and evil out.

So you began braiding willow fronds together, tucking in this and that.

You glanced outside as a breeze caught the open door and made it creak wider open, and dropped the braid as you stood, the chair you'd been sitting on now tumbled back onto the floor.

In the doorway was the man from the mirror, the oracle.

"Do you really trust these people?" He asked, and turned so you could see Ava lifting her hands, her eyes closed as she murmured to herself. "They're all dangerous. To you, to your future."

No words formed in your mouth, your throat constricted.

"Guard yourself. Have you?"

He reached forward, and suddenly you weren't standing in the workshop.

This was an alleyway. Red bricks on either side, opening up to a street. Various posters and papers were stuck on the walls, mostly torn up and unreadable.

You looked down and watched as Bucky crouched over something between the alley wall and dumpster he was hiding behind. You heard cars on the street, and could have seen them if you could look anywhere else.

He moved.

It wasn't something.

It was someone.

A young boy, couldn't have been older than seven or eight. His neck and shirt were drenched in red. In blood.

Bucky glanced behind him, his eyes wild, toward where you were standing. His face was covered in blood. So were his hands.

He ran past you, leaving the boy still and cold.

As you turned to follow him, you were somewhere completely different. A bar, or tavern, you werent sure. It was dimly lit but full of people and conversation. Rough wooden beams ran across the ceiling, and if it werent for the electric lighting and phone hung on the wall with a coin slot, you'd have guessed it was a scene from centuries ago. You looked around and spotted another familiar face.

Alex was watching from the booth. He had his eyes on everyone in the tavern, and waited.

He made his move when two young men left through a side door.

You couldnt help but follow, the oracle pushing you to watch.

By the time you were outside, the first young man was collapsed on the ground behind a crate, his neck bruised, eyes wide open and terrified.

The other was begging for his life.

You just barely caught the words Alex was speaking, and they were of disgust. He called the young man and his partner witches; filthy and theives.

Before you could stomach your reaction to the murders, you saw Bucky again. He had three young women around him in the inn bedroom, an old tv on a stand in the corner. The curtains were drawn and the door was closed, but you could hear laughter and music from somewhere else. The three women wore gowns as if they had been at a dance, their necks and shoulders exposed. They wanted his attention. He looked full, but still hungry. You shuddered as he drank from each of them, each one worse than the one before. You'd never seen him feed, just drinking blood from glasses. These girls didnt acknowledge the pain of their companions, simply eager to be touched.

When he left the room, each of his victims still bleeding, their expressions warming to horror and pain, their hands grasping their skin, unable to cry for help as they realized what had happened. You knew they wouldnt last long, fading as their bodies gave up without the blood they hadnt given permission to be drunk.

The scene changed again. Ava stood in the middle of a massive room full of people. She looked younger, maybe by ten years or so. She looked terrified, then resolved, as the lights in the room flickered and dimmed, causing the others in the room to panic. The lights went fully out. You could catch glimpses of Ava moving through the confused crowd, even in the darkness.

The lights came back on a moment later, and people cried out that personal belongings and valuables had been stolen in the darkness. You watched Ava leave, a glance over her shoulder, a bag on the other full of stolen things. She wore a proud smile as you disappeared.

The vision spun until you saw Lena standing alone. She held a knife in one hand, a length of rope in the other. There was a forest around her, snow on the bare branches and under her boots.

Her hands were shaking, but you didnt think it was because of the cold.

Someone jogged toward her, stopping when they grew close. Their eyes landed on the knife, and before they could glance back up at Lena's face to ask what was going on, she'd already moved to attack.

The stranger had no chance. There was more blood here than there was at the previous memories you were being shown.

You werent able to look away, shocked as you watched Lena string up the stranger, muttering as she dragged them through the white snow now stained with crimson blood. Lena arrived at a stone house, the front yard filled with hunters gathered around a fire, warming their hands.

She was praised for the kill, apparently a shape-shifting witch. She glowed with pride as she was complimented by other hunters.

Your stomach was already in knots when you were finally shown Bob.

He was in his wolf form, unmistakable to you even though you'd only really seen it once.

He was stalking prey.

His prey? A family at a campground. A father, mother, and a son, oblivious to the threat in the woods. They were sitting at a table, making lunch. A fire was still warm in front of their tent.

You blinked and nearly collapsed, unable to scream as you looked around the campground a second later. You would never be able to describe that scene.

The wolf lunged for you, as if knowing you were there.

You fell back and landed upright on your feet at another scene. Alex lighting a fire in dry strawbales, the flames catching quickly on the dry wooden walls of a house.

There were terrible screams from inside the house and Alex just laughed. It served them right, for being murderers and monsters and thieves. He was unseen as people ran out of the house on fire, but didnt get far as the collapsed. He nudged one with his foot before walking away, into the shadows.

Out of the shadows came Ava, moving through glass walkways and upscale offices.

She wore a suit and held a folder, as if she belonged. She looked in on a group of businessmen in a conference room, and you watched in horror as she walked through the door and, with thin, materialized shadows as knives, killed every single one of them. She left no trace as she disappeared, the lights of the room off.

These visions had gone on far too long, and you wanted to beg for them to stop.

"One more," you heard the oracle say.

You didnt want to see any more.

"I promise," you heard a familiar, gentle voice say.

No.

"It'll be the best thing to ever happen to you."

No.

Out of the darkness came a stone fireplace with a calm fire.

Bob was sitting on the floor in front of a kid, maybe mid teens. The kid looked nervous, like he wasn't sure about something.

"You've seen how cool it is, right?" Bob laughed at him. A cold laugh. He leaned forward and punched the kid's arm. A little too hard. "You wont have anyone else hurt you ever again. And you'll have me."

"Promise?"

"Promise. We'll be brothers. Dont you want family?"

The kid nodded.

A second later, hours had passed. The fired had died out, and so had any warmth. The room was dark and the kid was lying on his side on the floor, tears staining his cheeks, dried blood making his hair stick to the floorboards.

Bob stood at his feet, his hands on his hips. He looked over the body once, and turned and left him behind, no remorse, no guilt about what he had done, or tried to do. It just didnt work.

Finally, you were back at the workshop.

"These are the people you're trusting," the oracle's honeyed voice said. "Everyone who loves a monster is just as much one. Do you really want that?"

He was gone, and your knees gave out, your voice finally letting out the screams of shock and horror. Your hands hit the rough floor as you fell, trying to keep yourself from falling too hard.

You didnt have the strength to stand again.

You crawled to the door but before you could call for Ava's help, you threw up on the grass. She was already running toward you.

A second later, your head was in Ava's lap, her fingers carefully pulling back your hair. She checked your pulse, light touches on your neck.

"What happened?"

You didnt know how to answer. You closed your eyes, greeted with the images of some of the cruelest acts each of these new friends had committed.

"Tell me," she said softly. "Let me help."

~*~

Long after the peak of the moon's route through the sky, you were able to stand again.

"Why didnt you tell me about the oracle before?"

"I told... I told Bob."

"He's not a witch."

"So?"

"Oracles dont attack," Ava explained. "This is wrong."

"Right," you groaned as a headache throbbed.

You only told her the minimum. You didnt know how you felt about the memories, so just telling her that you'd seen each of the people in the family do horrible things.

You leaned back. "You think it's an attack, that it was wrong. But you dont know what I saw."

"We've all done horrible things."

"Ok, yeah. Killing a room of businessmen with magic is horrible. But it was untraceable."

Ava pulled away like your words had stung her. "What?"

"And stealing from an entire crowd? Looked fun."

"Wait-"

"Do you know what Bucky's done? And Alex, and Lena?" You asked. That was it, you knew how you felt.

You felt betrayed. You felt disgusted, and heartbroken.

Your voice broke as you asked, "What Bob has done?"

"Stop."

"He had no remorse."

"Thats not true," Ava insisted. "Whatever you saw, it's not true."

You hated the tears rolling down your cheeks. These people didnt have a right to be grieved. They'd lied. They were dangerous. "How do you know?"

"Because thats not what they do."

"Who?"

"Oracles."

You laughed, looking up at the ceiling, wiping the tears off your face. "You're not one."

"But ive known many. And they may be tricky, but they cant-" she stopped herself, eyes flicking over your face.

"Cant what?"

She shook her head, getting up from her kneeling position and turning to the workbench. "Bob was right."

That was the last thing you wanted to hear. You scoffed, rolling your eyes, ignoring the squeeze of your heart.

"This is someone forcing magic," her fingers floated over different jars, full of dried herbs. "I'll show you what really happened, at least in the crooked visions you saw of me. I cant do the same for the others, they'll have to tell you themselves. But let me show you what really happened."

"What, so different fake truths can be planted?" You asked, your voice low as you stood to face her. "No. Just tell me. And let me decide."

"It would be better if-"

"Just tell me, Ava," you interrupted.

A thunder crash made both of you jump and turn your attention to the window.

A furious thunderstorm had started outside, and you could barely see ten feet through the sheets of rain.

Before you could turn to face her again, she put her hand on your mouth and you fell against her.

The large room, full of stalls and shops. It was like a convention merchandise exchange. The ceiling was low and aisles crowded.

You found Ava weaving through the crowd, her bag in front of her, hands holding it tightly. It was empty.

Lights flickered as she stopped in front of a stall, fascinated by the items on display.

She chatted with the seller, smiling as she listened, and after discussion, handed them a slip of paper and took the item that best suited the exchange.

You followed her through the market, watching as she traded and bought items, filling her bag. No one cried out for stolen items, the lights never fully turned off. They did flicker each time she got excited or intrigued by something.

You followed her through the entrance and now walked behind her as she, in a suit, walked the hallways of the high-profile office.

She knocked on a conference room door and entered a meeting, the men at the table turning to greet her as she entered. They all wore various broaches on their lapels. All of them were magic identifiers- each of these men practiced witchcraft.

She evidently was from the company's lawyer group and had to tell the men that their project had to be severely adjusted to be accepted to go ahead. They were all disappointed, but agreed to the changes and thanked her for their time.

You startled out of the vision, stepping away from Ava as you got ready to argue about not giving Ava the permission to force her way into your mind like that.

"Which feels true?" She asked.

"What?"

"Which of the visions feel true?" She repeated. "When have your feelings let you down? What have I taught you?"

What *had* she taught you? And what had you already known, just needed practice on?

Intuition. Detail searching. Finding the flaws in the visions.

But you didnt want to believe something blindly again.

"When did you get a law degree?"

"I was a paralegal for a couple years," she answered. "Made a lot of money."

"As a paralegal?" You didnt believe it.

"Yeah."

But then again, there was something about the company, the project, the men in the conference room. They knew what she was. She knew what they were.

So so did you.

"What is the- the not-oracle trying to get out of... whatever it's doing?" You asked, finally.

"There's the question," she beamed, proud. The room lit up and sun shone through the window.

You followed the light out to see that the rain had stopped. But there was fog that hid the sun again.

"An improvement," Ava decided. "Come on, let's go up to the house so we can get the rest of this sorted out."

"I dont know if I can look at them," you admitted. "How can any of those... any of those moments be different?"

"You had to see mine to start believing me, no?"

You shrugged.

"Give them a chance."

You wanted to.

So you nodded, and followed her up the trail, back to the main cabin.

You felt more eyes and presences around you than you had before. But maybe it was just the weight of the afternoon, the emotional toll of energy experiencing the amount of visions you'd been out through.

Bob was close by.

You didnt know if you could look at him yet.

You hadnt expected to miss him so much, and it had only been part of a day since he had gone. But you werent sure you'd ever see him the same way, or if you'd only pick out the danger lurking behind his dorky smile and easy presence.

"Do you know who the Oracle was?" Ava asked as she held the door open for you.

"You saw an oracle?" Alex asked.

You shivered when you saw him.

"Bob knew him. Didn't... didnt like him."

Alex hummed. "Probably John."

"We dont know that," Ava rolled her eyes.

"Who else does Bob not like?" Bucky's voice came from your right.

You were *not* ready for this.

"And who do you see, Bucky?" You asked, wanting to pick a fight and see if he would takd the bait rather than see what could possibly be the truth of his visions.

He didnt answer. You glanced around the room to find that everyone else was looking at you. Even Lena, who was up in the loft, leaning on the railing.

"What?" Your anger raised your voice.

"I... see you," Bucky finally said, quietly.

"You do?" Lena asked, at the same time Ava said, "I do, too."

"Me, too." Alex added.

"So do I..." Lena confirmed.

"But-" you laughed and gestured to yourself. "I'm not an oracle. I- I'd never seen any of you in my life before I came here."

It was true.

You had seen the cabins, and the lake, and the trails, but the only person who had ever been with you had been faceless or always dodge your gaze. Faceless in a way you couldnt ever remember when you woke, in that you couldnt place where you'd met them.

And then you'd met Bob, and the pieces fell into place one by one.

"Thats not how it works," Bucky started.

"You all seem to know a lot about something you arent."

"We've all been in this a lot longer than you," Lena spoke up. She'd come down the stairs behind the kitchen and joined the group. She didnt look anything like the Lena you'd seen in the vision.

"Why are you being so defensive?" Bucky asked, approaching you.

"The oracle showed visions of some of our past, changing it to be some of... of the worst things we could have done," Ava explained. She glanced at you before continuing, "And they were quite convincing."

Now Bucky wouldnt meet your eyes. Like he had plenty of ideas of what those could be.

"Like what?" Alex asked.

You looked at Lena first. "You... betrayed a friend. In a snowy forest. Someone you knew. They were, um, a little taller than you, a friend. And you... brought them back to cheers and praise. But there was... stained snow. With blood."

"Was it a fight?" She asked.

"Barely. They had no time to react."

Without being able to show her, it was hard to describe. Without your description, it felt impossible for her to explain.

She shifted her weight and crossed her arms over her chest. "If you're saying you saw me kill someone, let alone a friend, let alone in a forest during winter time?" She scoffed. "Ive never done that. Ive never killed *anyone*."

You looked to Alex. "Have you?"

He tried to keep eye contact with you, but finally looked down, his shoulders dropping with shame. "I have."

That didnt make this any easier.

So you looked to Bucky, who almost laughed.

"Of course i have. But... not since before cars were invented. So, almost a century and a half ago."

"How old *are* you??" Lena looked over the vampire, frowning. "You said-"

"Not important. Does that help?" He asked you.

"I mean..." the fact that he had nearly laughed about having killed people wasn't what you'd wanted to hear, but it didnt sound recent. It wasnt surprising in another way, due to the fact that he'd told you about seeing friends become desperate for blood, forgetting not to drain someone completely. Maybe he'd been talking about himself in those stories.

He certainly wasnt proud of it then.

So back to Alex.

A timer went off.

"That would be dinner," Bucky said, stepping back as if to go attend to whatever the timer was for.

"We'll... we'll talk later," you told Alex.

He nodded. "Anything you want to know."

Dinner was stiff that night, especially without Bob at the head of the table, leading conversation or dispelling the tension.

But you didnt know what to make of his past, either.

He'd told you his story. That he'd been turned as a teen, and hunted with his pack. Hunted people. Hurt them.

But he didnt tell you he'd tried to turn someone; tried to make his own pack. Killing? Bob?

And leaving someone behind, with no remorse? Letting the body and fire grow cold?

No. That didn't feel right. That couldnt be true.

Could it?

~*~

Out of all the people who lived at the cabin, the one you wanted answers from most was just out of reach.

You knew Bob was nearby. On the property. Usually even close by, but you could never spot him.

You wanted nothing more than to chase after him, trying to use your future vision to see where he had gone. Where you might find him.

But it would be dangerous, especially if he was in his wolf form.

He'd said he was able to recognize people as the wolf, but he also said he couldnt promise he'd always be safe to be near.

So you stayed where it was sure, where it was known. Safe.

At least, you expected it to be.

You were taking a break from the office job you'd somehow retained, taking a walk behind the smaller cabins of personal residence. There wasnt exactly an official trail or path, but Bob had shown you a small pond near a spring, with a creek that flowed down to the lake. A weeping willow at its banks had become your private place of solace.

As much space as there was in the main cabin, it was hard to find somewhere there wasnt another person. And you were trying to clear mind, to process everything, to see the truth, to see the best path forward.

"My, my, my," you heard a deep, unfamiliar voice on your walk toward this place of solitude. You froze, looking around in the trees for the stranger.

"They werent kidding, you *are* gorgeous."

You thrust an elbow back, trying to catch the stranger off guard.

He just laughed and stepped back, out of reach.

He looked vaguely familiar, maybe from one of the photos back in the main cabin. Definitely a vampire, even if his dark skin wasn't stark white like Bucky's, he was pale. His eyes had the same intense charm about them that Bucky's had.

You'd finally just about come to peace with Bucky's strangeness and offputting stillness.

This guy, as much as he was literally dead, had much more energy. Life.

He was feeding off of people, live people, and often.

"Hey," he said, smiling, but threatening. "Why are you out here by yourself?"

"Who are you?"

"Came to visit a friend. Caught a whiff of you and *ooh*," he winked. "Just had to stop and take a look."

He looked you over, from head to toe, his eyes lingering in places you didnt want him to.

"I'm not offering a snack," you told him.

He smiled and stepped forward. "Honey, i dont usually ask."

You knew his movements before he made them, however swiftly. So you thrust your hands forward, pulling the air behind you into a gust of wind, knocking him off his feet and sending him flying back.

There was a dull thud when he hit a tree, but, as he sat on the ground, he laughed.

"Ok, ok! We can play before I get my dinner," he said, and then moved again with speed toward you.

You dodged him at first, trying to send cutting winds toward him, rolling your hands out and letting air follow your arms toward the stranger.

He was faster, and it took too much time for the wind to respond to your commands. You hadnt practiced enough while you were truly under threat, heart racing, your mind barely able to keep up with how to pull the air to your will.

With that slip of the moment, he was over you, your back against the ground.

He had you pinned, your hands above your head, unable to move to suggest anything to the wind.

He laughed again, low and thrilling. He had won.

"That was fun, honey," he said. "Shame we wont do it again- oof!"

Out of nowhere came a light brown blur, and you sat up immediately, getting ready to keep fighting.

But the blur was a wolf.

The wolf.

Bob.

"Bob!" You called his name and he stopped before he could lock his jaw on the throat of the stranger, his claws already digging into his chest.

"Shouldnt hesitate for your little crush, wolf," the stranger said, moving to push Bob off, but then Bucky's presence just as suddenly appeared.

Bob growled at the stranger and Bucky, but got off of the intruder, looping in a wide arc back to you, keeping his eyes on the two vampires, and keeping you in his sight, too.

When he was finally within a few feet, Bucky spoke.

He first addressed his friend with a hard slap to the back of the head. "You *idiot.*"

"I told you i was coming!"

"Sam! You know the rules!"

"Who's enforcing them when the big bad wolf is literally a wolf?" Bucky's friend, Sam, rolled his eyes. "Not what i'd call intimidating."

"He was about to rip your throat out," you said, your arms crossed across your chest.

"Whatever."

"You know the rules, Sam," Bucky glared at his friend, and looked at you, gaze softening. He knew your confidence in him was shaken once again. This was not helping. "Are you ok?"

You nodded. "Fine. Shaken up, but fine."

"Ok. I'll make it up to you," he said, then looked at the wolf.

You were still trying to learn how to tell a wolf's emotion from YouTube videos, but you were pretty sure Bob was furious.

So Bucky didnt say anything, just grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him away as they walked away. You didnt like how Sam's eyes checked you out one more time as he glanced back over his shoulder at you.

Bob didnt, either, firmly putting himself between you and the vampires.

Once they were out of sight, he turned to face you.

"Hi, Bob," you said, smiling.

He still had a lot of questions to answer, but you'd let him answer later. He wasnt exactly in a position to do any talking right then.

"You ok?"

He huffed.

"I was going to the pond you showed me," you explained, and pointed with your thumb over your shoulder. "Wanna come with?"

He just looked at you, and you werent sure if he would follow when you turned away.

But you heard the pawsteps behind you a moment later, trotting along behind you, watching your back.

The pond was even more refreshing after the fight you'd endured. As you sat at the edge of the water, you groaned as the exhaustion and exertion hit you.

"You should've seen it," you told him as he stood, maintaining a few feet of distance. "Ava will be so proud of me. ... Although I forgot how to get him off of me when... but," you glanced over at him. "You took care of it."

He huffed again.

"Thank you," you said, looking into those wolf eyes looking for the human ones.

He looked away, over the pond.

"I'd really like to talk to you, you know," you said, watching him scan the area. "I- the oracle showed me... a lot of stuff. And I'm having a hard time figuring out what's real from it. If anything. And I want to talk to you about other stuff, too..."

You sighed as he seemed distracted by a leaf landing on the water. Was it even worth trying to tell him, to get him to be back as a human, so you could have a real conversation?

Maybe not. You leaned back and looked up at the sky through the leaves of the willow tree.

What felt like only a moment later, you opened your eyes to see the light had changed in the area- the sun was lower than you thought.

You sat up, the wolf immediately standing, removing his chin from your hip where he'd been resting on you.

"Sorry. Didnt mean to startle you," you told him. You wanted to reach out and pet his dense fur, but you also didnt want to test his understanding. "I need to get back to the cabin."

He didnt make much noise as he followed you back, once again watching your back.

As soon as the cabins were in sight, you stopped hearing his pawsteps. Looking over your shoulder, he was nowhere to be seen.

It was nice while it lasted.

You returned to your laptop, responding to any emails you missed and wrapping up work for the day.

At six, there was a knock on your door.

You had the recollection of your fight with the stranger earlier, and instead of your usual response of "yep, its open!", you asked, "who is it?"

"Lena," you heard.

You got up from the couch and opened the door.

Lena it was.

"Hey," you said.

"Good work on the fight earlier, Sam was impressed."

"Are we... cool with Sam?" You frowned.

She rolled her eyes. "Hell no. But he is here for dinner, or, through dinner. He's a friend of Bucky's."

"I gathered."

"Its gonna be weird," she sighed as you closed and locked your door.

You walked with her up to the main cabin.

"Just, be careful about inviting him into anything or anywhere. If youre not sure, just dont answer," she said, and led you inside.

"Yelena, you make me sound like a villain!" Sam laughed, already sitting at the table. He had the decency not to sit at the head of the table.

"You're annoying," Lena snapped.

"He's a guest," Alex said, warmer than you expected. "And I've kicked his ass more times than either of us can count, so no threat to us, dear."

You shrugged. "Ok. I still dont like it."

"Like what, honey?" Sam asked.

"I dont like you being here, at this table," you answered.

The grin was wiped off his face in an instant. "Ok, you-" he choked. His eyes widened, and he looked at Bucky, who was growing more and more amused.

"Bucky-!" Sam's voice was tight, like something was closing around his throat. He gestured at you, then Bucky, then you again.

"Ok, what is happening?" Lena asked.

Bucky explained, "His invitation inside this home of living souls was threatened."

Lena turned to you. "You can do that?"

"I- i dont... how could I do that?"

Bucky shrugged, his chin in his hand as he watched his friend walk toward the door, exasperated. "Dunno, actually. Its been a while since I've seen anyone do it."

"Why is he leaving?"

"He needs to be re-invited."

"But what did I say? And what did whatever i say have to do with the fact that this place is owned by, oh, yanno, Bob, and not me?"

"You're important to Bob," Ava's habit of coming close to people before announcing yourself stopped startling you days ago, but made Lena yelp in surprise. "The house recognizes that. Respects your say."

"Should I... invite him back in?" You asked, as you all turned to look at Sam, who was standing outside, his hands on his hips, waiting.

"Honestly, you might want to eat before having him come back inside," Bucky suggested, his eyes glancing at the family-style supper Alex made.

"Mm, that is true," Lena said, and sat at her place. "He was very weird last time he was here. Like i told you," she gestured to you with her knife, and began to cut into the chicken.

"I'll go keep him company," Bucky said, and lifted the two blood glasses from the table.

Alex's eyes followed the vampire as he left.

"What?"

"I would have loved to see your fight, my friend," Alex said, turning to you. "What was it like?"

"Pretty great, although not the best," you said, and recounted the afternoon with them.

"Ok, we can work on those things," Lena said, her mouth full.

After everyone who ate food was finished, you went to the door to address Bucky and Sam.

"Before anything," you looked at Sam. "You have got to promise to follow the rules. Dont lie. Especially, dont attack me or anyone from this family ever again."

"I promise on my grave," Sam said.

"Fuck that," Bucky rolled his eyes. "You dont have a grave. You burried me. Swear on mine."

Sam glanced between you and Bucky, then nodded, looking at you. For the first time, he looked serious. "I promise on Bucky's grave."

You checked Bucky's reaction to the promise, and then nodded. "Fine. You're allowed inside this cabin."

"Thank you," Sam said.

Bucky followed you back inside, and Sam followed after him, closing the door behind him.

"I have another question for you, actually," you turned to face him.

"Yes?"

"What did you mean by "they"? Who in particular do you mean?"

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You're through!!!! Sam surprise!!!! Yay!!!!! Proud of you. Lol.

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[ravioliravioliravioli]

I can't be the only one who feels this, right? Shuake is a pretty nice ship, yes, but for some reason their dynamic kind of just disappears when they're an actual couple in fanart and other stuff their shipped in. It doesn't feel right if you ship them. That's why I just ship them not as romantically???? 😭

I mean I can't explain how I ship them. I just think yeah that's so fucking homoerotic but I don't actually see them together.

[plagueislost]

i love being late to trends. my new years resolution is to be late to every trend ever. and you know im serious because im even late to new years.

(theres an inverse version of this by @chamiryokuroi , you should go check it out! i started making this before i saw theirs, but i think its cool that now theres both versions)

[autumn-may]

terrisas really funny ithink

[ulteri0rm0tives]

Now.. I'm not doubting Johnny somewhat (?) loved Alt in his own convoluted and severely misguided ways but uh.. to call them soulmates? Did we uh.. did we not play the same game? Watch the same scenes? Because it's crazy y'all r saying that when we literally play as his actual soulmate

[epicfirestormer]

(holds all three in my hands) I just think they're neat

[bottombaron]

oh ok so its the usual no-homo bullshit you always hear, good to know.

[firbolgfriend]

AAAA AAAAAAAA

Fluttershy was his FIRST ever friend, and when his only friend started hanging out with someone else, it made him feel insecure and threatened. He lashes out because he thinks he's getting replaced. He doesn't have prior experience having friends or managing relationships at all. He gets insecure and needs to be reassured that his friends do care about him, with little regard for how he gets that reassurance, since he's a creature of chaos.

Three's a Crowd is just another example of that. He gets insecure that Twilight doesn't see him as a friend, so he feigns sick and makes her literally go to the ends of Equestria to help him, which reassures him that she cares about him. Like yeah, he acts very selfishly to get that reassurance, but it's hard to act perfect when you're the embodiment of disharmony and trying to unlearn your nature.

Discord haters also conveniently ignore the Discordant Harmony episode, where he basically comes close to just straight-up killing himself trying to become what he thinks is Fluttershy’s ideal version of him.

Like yes, he does sucky things, and he'd probably rather go back to stone than admit this—but Discord cares sooooo much about his relationships and wants to keep his friends soooo so badly. He just can’t help but self-sabotage.

[clumsypuppy]

learning abt friendship decay and "not reaching out to your friends for months at a time unprompted is not neurotypical behaviour" has me feeling a certain way

[nthflower]

One thing I think you guys get wrong is sky was not telling Viktor he was not going to miss their talks because it was meant nothing to him and he didn't even care about him.

It was because he was completely giving up his humanity and in the future he will have no emotions to miss sky even if he want to. He would be incapable of missing him not that he didn't even care about her????

Like am I misunderstanding or no because that was not a you don't care about me moment for me???

Sky understood what Viktor was giving up better than him to me. And let him go while reminding him what that means?