#I DON'T WANT TO ANIMATE THIS ANYMORE GOD SAVE ME

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Reluctant War AU Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

More of the brain worm that has taken me over, gonna probably post it to Ao3 here before too long. Already got another part started and so many ideas for additional stuff, someone please send help I've been consumed by this thing lol

Sorry if Waller seems out of character, outside of fandom I'm mostly familiar with her through Justice League the animated show & Justice League: Unlimited and her vibe there has always struck me as "deeply incredibly unlikable character that also kind of has a point but also has done so much fucked up shit in the name of her goals that you don't really care about her point anymore." So you know, complicated lol. If she's completely unrecognizable let me know, but I'm hoping she feels at least somewhat like Waller.

Forgot to say this in the last update, but still feel free to use all this as an overly long prompt if yall want. Literally anything I throw out to the void should be treated as a prompt lol If there's anything at all interesting to you in any of this nonsense go for it <3 <3 <3

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Amanda Waller was someone who did what needed to be done.

Ruthless, heartless, vicious, cruel.

She’d been called it all. Wore the words thrown as insults as a badges of pride and valor. Because at the end of the day, when it came to the problems she was given to face, the issues she was meant to solve, those words meant she’d done what others had been too squeamish or cowardly to do. Life was a never ending slog of trolley problems and she the only one unshakable enough to pull the levers that needed pulling.

It wasn’t so simple as a matter of greater good.

Greater good was what the weak willed muttered to themselves after having feelings over doing the bare minimum. A justification used by people on all sides to do what they wanted with fractured, faulty logic thrown around like truth was a thing immutable. To assuage their guilt when they were forced to make a call they didn’t want to.

It wasn’t a matter of greater good. It was a matter of preservation. Of protection. Of digging through the filth to find the threats skittering beneath and crush them with ruthless abandon. Of facing a god and not blinking because if you did it could cost the world.

Of doing what needed to be done, no matter how underhanded or atrocious it was.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands wrapped tight around the throat of something that could threaten to destroy it all.

When the Ghost Investigation Ward had been shoved her way with it’s sucking wound of a budget, it’s bloated incompetent staff, its asinine methods she’d seen a rotted limb in need of hacking off. It hadn’t been until she’d been conducting her inspection, digging through the trash for a few pearls of effective agents she could snatch up and put to work elsewhere, that she’d truly seen what they were working on. The potential.

Potential to better arm themselves with in the forms of the strange new weapons being created.

Potential for threats far greater than anything even she had thought possible before.

The GIW as it had been when she’d first come across it was a fetid waste of time and resources. A laughing stock agency only secret because no one took them seriously enough to look. Made stupid and useless with its own conceited delusions of importance it didn’t actually have. Yet.

She went to work on it. Hacking away as she’d originally intended, but this time with a different goal in mind. She ripped out the weeds with bare, calloused hands and planted proficiency and loyalty in their place. She took over as director herself, tossing the self-aggrandizing fool that had been running the place into the ground to the dogs as the culprit for misappropriate spendings, saving the agency by tweaking things until their ballooning budget was pinned neatly onto the former director as an embezzling charge.

Then she got to work.

The Fentons were brilliant, if entirely insane. But Amanda could work with that. She’d reigned Harley Quinn in - more or less - she could do the same to the two deranged scientists that so eagerly wanted to be apart of the fight against the dead. Especially when the benefit came in the form of the inventions they threw together so easily, especially when those inventions were weapons.

It took very little to get them on board with her plans for the GIW. Keeping their focus could be a chore, at times, but she didn’t even have to really do much in the way of pressing to get them back where she wanted them. They craved knowledge and understanding nearly as much as they craved the eradication of the entities themselves. Letting them have the first look at a new subject here, free reign over a vivisection there, it took so little to fuel their fervor and keep them busy working on the projects she set for them.

Things had been going smoothly.

For a time at least.

Until Phantom.

He’d been the main focus of the previous director’s attention, the big fish he’d so desperately wanted to catch and put up on his wall. Amanda wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t a tempting prospect, but not one she’d put above the other projects she had set in motion since taking over. No, Phantom was powerful, enough to be a real problem one day, but she could the awkward youth in the way he held himself, the inexperience in how he handled situations. She had time to get everything else in order before focusing on getting Amity Park’s would-be hero brought to heel.

And he would be brought to heel. One way or another.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands wrapped tight around the Core of a fledgling god and bending him to her will.

An artifact, old an powerful, recovered with some effort. A means of controlling specters, of chaining them to the will of the artifact’s wielder. Dangerous in the wrong hands. Dangerous in the right hands.

It was shattered, and even whole and functional Phantom was resistant to its power. But Amanda Waller prided herself in her ability to see the potential in things. It could be repaired, be made better. Even gods could be bound, be made to kneel, with the right pieces, with the right application of force.

It was just a matter of time to gather everything needed.

Phantom didn’t know he could single handedly destroy every last member of the Justice League. The baby fat, the innocent eyes, the split-second hesitations when he fought. He knew enough to be confident in fighting the usual ghosts that haunted Amity Park, but he still very much saw himself as a little fish. Maybe it was the part of him that was still Daniel Fenton, gangly teenager not quite sure what he was truly capable of yet.

She had time before the Fenton’s son truly became an issue. Time to judge if his parents’ obsessiveness would overcome their - rather shoddy, by Amanda’s estimation - parental instincts and continue to hunt him once they knew the truth. Time to get as much out of them as she could before hand, should they falter at the idea of attacking their own son. Time for the staff to be repaired and returned to working order, to get the other items needed for the truly big fish hidden on the other side of the veil between worlds.

She had time.

Until she didn’t.

Pariah Dark had not been something she thought she’d have to account for - not yet, at least.

If he wasn’t already dead, she’d ring the Ghost King’s neck with her bare hands. His arrival had opened Phantom’s eyes to what he was capable of, of just how big of a fish he was. Worse still, Phantom’s defeat of the war mongering King changed the state of play. Phantom was no longer an impressively powerful half dead teenager.

He was King Infinite.

He was an Ancient.

He was getting on her last damn nerves.

Phantom’s rogue gallery were now firmly under the boy’s control. Still distinct nuisances around Amity Park, but no longer considered true concerns. They were loyal to their boy king, delighting in ruffling his feathers but never crossing the line into treason or attempted regicide. Which meant that the GIW was the only thing that held his attention.

Amanda took the time to send a care package to the former GIW director in his tiny, dank prison cell. As thanks for his carelessness in revealing to the entire town - both living and dead - of the agency’s existence and their intentions. Had he stuck to standard protocol, Phantom would have been none the wiser to their presence. Would have scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders at the ghost that went missing upon occasion. Would have been boredly uninterested in the people his parents had begun working with. Would have been taken by surprise when they finally came for him.

But no.

No that self-obsessed, fame chasing imbecile had to go and announce to everyone and their dead mother that the GIW existed and exactly what it was they were in Amity Park to do.

Phantom knew what they were there to do.

They could only count on his naive certainty that he could broker peace with them for so long.

Peace. As if he and his people weren’t the invading force, the monsters slipping in through the cracks between worlds, the latest threat that had to be accounted for. As if he himself hadn’t rent their world asunder himself in another world, another time. No. Peace was not something they could hash out with this baby-faced monarch with his too-big crown. Peace was the assurance of safety, security. Of control of the situation.

There could be no peace.

The higher ups were somehow surprised when Phantom took that to mean there would be war.

Amanda Waller was not.

The Fentons, as suspected, took the right side when all was revealed. Steady hands and flinty eyes as they crafted the weapons that would be needed for the coming fight. Minds even sharper in their maddened grief, hearts set on revenge for the son lost and the entity that stole his face and friends and sister in his garish pretense at humanity. They were blinded to the reality of the situation in its entirety, the potential in what their son truly was, but at the end of the day it didn’t really matter. They did what she needed them to do, they could believe whatever it was they wanted so long as they did.

By the time the boy king and his armies marched upon the Amity park facility, preparations had been put into place. The base in Amity had been stripped back to bare essentials, everything of importance moved to more secured locations.

The weapons labs.

The artifact.

The girl.

All tucked well away from the front lines where Phantom and his motley crew could not reach. Their time to be put in play would come, but not yet. First she needed to gauge what Phantom and his people were capable of, what they were willing to do in the name of what they wanted. Amity Park was a pawn well sacrificed on that front. As were the other facilities she’d left easy to find.

The problem with making children gods, with giving them crowns and calling them King and giving them armies to play with, was that they thought there should be rules. That even in the trenches tearing apart their enemies, there was a certain level of playing fair that everyone was held to. They thought there was a way the world worked, of how things should be that blinded them to more effective options even as time stretched on and desperation set in.

It was the Dead’s problem though, not hers.

She reached out to the Justice League. Sour faced, unhappy, bitterly reluctant to accept that she needed their help. Stone faced and barely containing their rage at what little they knew of the situation, they agreed to a meeting.

She didn’t let herself smile until she was well and truly alone in her office.

Greater good. A lie people told themselves. A fairytale told to children. A means of convincing the weaker willed that they had no choice, that they had a noble duty to bend to. A belief that could be wielded like a weapon if the fantasy of the idea had dug in deep enough. And there were few it had dug into so deep as the members of the Justice League.

Amanda Waller was someone who did what needed to be done.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands clenched tight on a victory long in the making.

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Part Four

[seakicker]

M-maybe pierro with fertility goddess...? Pls hear me out! Since he's from khaen'riah he propably didn't believe in gods too, but after the cataclysm that left his country a ruin and killed his people, pierro found himself to be completely alone for centuries with no one to turn to

He was already old and he felt that the weariness of endless travel was getting the best of him, he wasn't the young warrior anymore that could endure everything that was thrown at him, he knew that if he continued on like this he'd die an honorless death by the hands of cold, some beast or even a bandit

And so he continued onwards until finally strength left him and he collapsed under a strangely green tree, almost heavy with its fruit but he was too weak already to even reach out to it before finally accepting his embarrassing fate

Except that when he woke up there wasn't the endless darkness he expected, there wasn't cries and flames of the abyss, no, there he was laying on something soft and warm, somethijg that was caressing his beard and sickly pale face as he groggily took everything in; he saw a bountiful lush green garden, filled with exotic greenery and animals, the soft glow of multiple candles and floating orbs of light giving the place an eternal glow in the starry night, and pierro finally looked up to see you, the most beautiful girl he ever saw and he quickly realised that the warm soft thing he was laying in was your fluffy warm lap and you were caressing his face with a soft smile on your full lips

Pierro swore that he died and this is afterlife he most certainly didn't deserve but your lovely voice assured him that no, he didn't die but when you found him under one of your shrines, the tree, he was close to it so you, as the goddess of fertility and life took the dying man in and nursed him back to health

I'm sorry for this monster but just the thought of a most revered and loved fertility goddess reader taking in cold, stoic old man pierro and saving him from death and the jester himself warming up to you and your kindness and eventually deciding that if he really was to spend eternity as an immortal there was no better place than with you, the most beautiful softest being, and even he couldn't help but desire you, eventually desperately wanting to father your babies and be the best husband/protector of his new family💕💔

I’M HEARING YOU LOUD AND CLEAR I ADOREEEE THIS OMFG don't apologize for the length of ur asks, i loooove long asks i analyze them like a school textbook fr. oh this is so good...

fem reader, reader is described as busty, curvy, and chubby, breeding, pregnancy, and lactation below! let me know if i missed a warning.

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i like to imagine fertility archon as the spitting image of so many things— aside from the obvious, of course. i feel like she just has this certain air about her that encourages comfort and absolves you of all your worries and anxieties, y'know? being around her is like sitting in front of a fireplace or wrapping a blanket around yourself; it's instant comfort and safety and it just feels like... home. you all know the phrase "they feel like home"— that's the kind of vibe i want for fertility archon reader. she just feels like home.

nobody can attest to that fact more than a man who has, quite literally, lost his home— sure, you could make the claim that a man who has no home would consider just about anything a suitable replacement, but it's not like that. it's not about clinging to a semblance of safety and security after wandering aimlessly for so long, it's not about the ol' "taking what you can get" nor is it about beggars not being able to be choosers, and it's not about desperation. amidst all his exhaustion, dehydration, starvation, and delirium, there's one thought that stands out clear as day in pierro's mind— that you're home.

that's what he felt the moment he first looked up at you from your lap, and it's what he's felt ever since. to be met with the sight of a sweet, almost... angelic (which is very high praise coming from someone from khaenri'ah, mind you) being looking down at him rather than the sight of destruction, ruin, and war came as a great relief for pierro. better yet, it's like all the pain he previously felt in his weary body has completely vanished... his joints were no longer stiff, his back no longer aching, and his head no longer pounding upon waking up again after passing out. fascinating... did you perhaps administer some first aid while he was out?

no, that doesn't seem right— there'd certainly be a bitter, medicinal taste in his mouth if that were the case, and not just from dehydration following his aimless travels and days spent with very little water available to quench his thirst. nor does he feel the stiffness of any splints supporting his weary joints— it's like he suddenly magically recovered despite being so miserable before.

well. this certainly beats being killed and looted by some common treasure hoarder taking advantage of his weary, sickly state.

most soothing and reassuring of all, however, is not the feeling of a body freed from injury and sickness, it's the hand gently caressing his face paired with the gentle humming filling his ears. a sweet lullaby, he'd imagine— though it's not one he's ever heard before, the sudden sleepiness it stirs in him (yes, despite the fact that he just woke up again) inclines him to believe it's meant to calm racing thoughts and soothe weary bodies.

"it's okay," a voice gently interrupts that humming from before. "get some more rest; i'll still be here when you wake up."

without so much as a "who are you?" mumbled from pierro, he falls asleep once more, your soft, thick thighs serving as his pillow while your deft fingers gently untangle the knots in his long, gray hair and brush softly against his cheeks. he almost seemed to be running a fever when you first found him collapsed under a tree... heatstroke, perhaps? infection? all it took was a gentle wave of your hand to free him from any and all potential diseases— such an act is child's play for the archon of fertility, prosperity, and new life. you took it upon yourself to carefully, carefully slip sips of water past his dry lips as he looked up at you deliriously, clearly on the verge of passing right out... it's a good thing your lap was there to serve as a pillow and your body as a support, otherwise he would have fallen backwards into the trunk of the tree behind him.

his broad, strong build made you hesitant to pity him as one would pity a wounded animal—clearly this man was a seasoned warrior and a veteran fighter, he doesn't need your pity even if he has seem to fallen on hard times— but even then... you couldn't stop your heart from twisting at the way he immediately melted into your lap and surrendered himself to your care. how horrible... how long has he been alone, you wondered? how long without anyone to provide him with care and love? you're thankful you found him before it proved to be too late for this mysterious man.

when pierro comes to (again), he feels even better than the first time he had awoken on your lap. as promised, you didn't move an inch, waiting for him to wake up while you continued to hum to him in his sleep and gently caress his face.

"good morning," you whisper sweetly, giggling slightly. "how do you feel?"

speech comes surprisingly easy— he would have thought that his throat would be too hoarse to speak properly, but he has no issues. "i feel well," pierro replies, glancing up at his mysterious... protector? doctor? caretaker? "and you are...?"

when you tell him your name, he's instantly reminded of all the tales he's heard of teyvat's many archons— and what a relief it would be to anyone to get discovered by the archon of fertility and not any of the rest of them... the majority of them aren't exactly known for being kind, graceful people, but you? the stories putting you as the protagonist depict you as nothing but generous, loving, and doting, providing bountiful harvests for your people, ensuring the health of families and their newborns, and staving off plague and famine with your own divine protection.

hm. it seems khaenri'ah was wrong about gods... or maybe you're the exception that proves the rule; the reason your kindness stands out so fiercely is simply because the rest of the archons just aren't kind themselves.

"—and i'll take care of you until i feel confident that you've recovered fully," you finish your introduction, smiling at him and offering him a piece of fruit from the tree above— the very same fruit he was too weak to reach up and grab at when he first stumbled upon the tree. it was so delicious and rich that it nearly caught him off guard... is this the power of the fertility archon?

days became weeks and weeks became months. sure, you believed he was well enough to venture out on his own again ages ago, but he didn't seem too concerned with leaving— where would he even go? look at where wandering around aimlessly for years on end got him last time... he would have died were it not for you, and now he's in your debt. helping out around the fields and keeping you company was the least he could do... and, if he's being honest with himself (a rarity indeed), he's come to enjoy your company. you tell fascinating stories and sing beautiful tunes he's never heard before, you prepare the most delicious food anyone alive has ever laid a lip to, and you've done so much for him out of the goodness of your heart... what a welcome change from the centuries of isolation and pain.

one thing you've noticed about pierro is that he doesn't seem to be much of a talker. you're not the type to pry into one's past or private life to begin with, but when he stiffens and presses his lips into a thin line whenever you try to ask about how he found himself collapsed and nearly on the verge of death beneath one of your trees, you drop the conversation there. it's better to mind your own business than attempt to tear up the floorboards hiding someone else's pain. all that matters is that he's safe now... and he won't have to experience that overwhelming loneliness again.

however, it seems he's stumbled upon a new conflict. no, this isn't necessarily related to the aforementioned loneliness, but perhaps that's just the point— this new conflict comes as damage control to ensure that he'll never experience that again. somewhere along the line, pierro began to view you a little less as a savior and a little more as... a woman. he knows you're an archon, truly, but to finally be in the company of someone else after so long, and someone as loving and kind as you... well. no man alive would be able to resist developing feelings. the way you sing to yourself as you stir a pot of soup cooking over a fire, the way you bring him a bowl while smiling and encouraging him to enjoy as much as he'd like, the way your hips swish so invitingly as you walk, and the memory of the way you helped him wash up when you first rescued him, too worried about his safety to leave him alone by a body of water... it's no wonder he began to desire you.

how fitting is it, then, that he first makes a move on you one day while you two are taking a walk by the very tree you first found him by? that was decades ago now; time passes so quickly for immortals... what feels like a single year the immortal is surely a century in mortal's time. the intensity of his gaze nearly made you shrink back into yourself, something no other partner you were with prior to pierro has been able to achieve. wordlessly, pierro cornered you back against the tree with a serious, sincere expression on his face— making an archon his lover? how ambitious. well, it's not like he'd be willing to let anyone else have you; in a world as vile and cruel as this one— and he's witnesses his fair share of evil and cruelty— anyone else may just take your kindness for granted. what if you saved a wandering bandit instead and he attempted to hurt you? sure, he wouldn't actually stand a chance against a literal archon, but it's about the principle of someone failing to appreciate your kindness.

and who better to appreciate it than a man who you gave everything to when he had nothing?

you instantly melt against pierro when he steals your lips in a searing kiss, gently-but-firmly pinning your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. your voice sounds just as sweet as a breathless moan of his name than it does while you're singing to him or humming a little tune to yourself— you pant and moan against his lips so invitingly it makes him wish he took you for himself sooner so he could have been hearing those sounds all this time. when he moves to lick hot lines down your neck, you gasp and press yourself harder against him— it's been a long, long time since you've had a lover; you haven't been with anyone since meeting pierro... maybe it's because you found it hard to find the time for external relationships between all the time you spent with pierro, showing him how to tend to the fields and how to prepare food, maybe it's because you didn't need anyone else, maybe it's because you knew deep down he was the perfect lover all along.

who's to say?

his hand loses its grip on your wrists as his mouth continues to travel southwards, his fingers instead finding a use by tugging the front of your dress down to expose your soft, full tits— ripe and luscious like the very fruit hanging just overhead, they fill his palms and then some just perfectly as he nips along your collarbone. even your skin tastes sweet like fresh fruit...

speaking of taste, absolutely nothing could have prepared pierro for the taste that filled his mouth once he closed his lips around one of your nipples. milk, it's milk— and it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. he would never say this out of concern of upsetting you, but your milk is even tastier than your cooking... which is absolutely saying a lot. you whimper and moan as he continues to drink and drink and drink from your ample breasts, periodically switching between the two to show both nipples equal amount of attention. he's not even sure why he's so surprised that you lactate— you're the archon of fertility, isn't such a thing to be expected?

the only thing that would further your image as the most beautiful and perfect depiction of fertility in all of teyvat would be the sight of you pregnant, belly round and swollen with a child while your ample, milky breasts rest on your tummy like a shelf. luckily for him, that's exactly what pierro's new plan is... to put his baby in you and finally, finally have a family of his own again. you already gave him a home, so the next logical step is to provide him a few children to help fill up the spare bedrooms, right?

you've already taken such good care of him. allow him to return the favor by taking care of you and the family you two created together.

[bitchy-w1tchy]

Anfuu analysis

Anime onlys: I would highly recommend not reading any further because I will be discussing a lot of shit that happens way past episode 10 in the anime.

This is long, sorry

Lemme say first off that I really have not seen a relationship like Andy and Fuuko's before (granted my only other shonen series I have been into were Fairy Tail and AOT). From what I have seen in other shonen, which I normally can't get into because they're pretty cookie cutter imo, romance doesn't happen right off the bat.

Undead Unluck would not be a thing if Fuuko and Andy didn't have a relationship. I'm a damn sucker for romance and the second I saw the dynamic between them in the first episode, I knew I was in for a helluva ride.

So in the beginning, it is obvious that Andy is using her. He has admitted to it multiple times, there's no hiding it. My guy wanted to die and saw someone who could potentially give him a proper death and he wasn't going to let that opportunity slip through his fingers.

Up until the end of Spoil, Andy saving Fuuko, protecting her, teasing her, that was all for his personal gain. He didn't take into account that she had been touch deprived for ten years, living vicariously through her shojo manga. Andy called her a pushover many times but I don't think she was. She loved the fact that she could touch someone without them dying. In a short amount of time, she got to live out a ton of different scenarios that only her shojo mango could provide her and I think she was in love with the idea that she could finally start living a little.

Going back to the Spoil arc, after Fuuko saves Andy from Victhor, that's when the dynamic starts to change a little bit. Fuuko saved Andy. She got him back. And Andy FOR SURE saw that. She wasn't some brat to him anymore. Does he love her at this point? No. But he definitely respects her and wants to continue to protect her. He doesn't JUST see her as a personal asset anymore.

And we are that in the Unrepair arc, when Fuuko gets hit by Rip's scalpel, Andy loses it and has to collect himself before returning to the fight, not only that is that Fuuko had to reassure him that she was fine.

Fuuko is not a damsel in distress and Andy sees that, allowing her to fight alongside him (even if she is just piggybacking). Andy recognizes that he can be stronger with her Unluck and it makes me so damn happy that she isn't cast on the sidelines during fights (thank you tozuka)

ANYWAYS

Autumn arc is where we start cooking, fr. Fuuko admits she loves Andy. Is she in love with him? No. But she is starting to fall. She spent 10 years with him in that damned book. And Andy definitely loved her too. They helped each other grow. And when they came out of that book they were stronger than ever.

Before Fuuko goes with Under, it was blatantly obvious that Andy did not want her to go. At this point, he does not like being away from her at all. But there is a huge amount of trust there so he lets her go.

But man's was STRESSIN the whole time she was gone, not sleeping or nothing until her heard from her. Not only that is Fuuko admits that she is in love with Andy, realizing it now that she has been away from him for only a couple days. Not only that is Unchaste doesn't work on her because she truly loves someone unconditionally.

Now, before I go into the rest of Spring and into Ragnarok, I'm gonna say that Andy does not know how to deal with his feelings. His inner dialogue and the way he speaks to Fuuko are not matching up at all. Before he admits he loves her, (God damn it I wish she heard him), he's looking back on their time together, how they both grew, how he treated her at first, etc.

At the end of Spring, he admits to himself that he can't die because he can't accept Fuuko's feelings properly. And why can't he? Because he's AFRAID.

But when he speaks to Fuuko he plays it off as, "now it's my turn to fall in love with you", kinda jokes around about it.

This is where I get controversial. By the time Spring ends, does Andy love Fuuko? Without a doubt, yes. Is he IN love with her? No.

Like I said, he is scared to accept her feelings. I do believe that if he could get past the barrier of his own feelings and accept her love then I truly believe he would fall head over heels with her in an instant. His feelings are what's holding him back.

So why is he so afraid? Because I think that if he admits he is in love with Fuuko and accepts Fuuko's feelings, then he won't want to die like he has wanted for 2 centuries. And if he DOES die, then he leaves behind a heartbroken Fuuko.

I mean, come on, Fuuko gets shanked and Andy absolutely loses his shit. That's love.

I PISSED that Andy and Fuuko never got their proper talk before the Loop happened. But I'm hoping that when Andy decides to get his ass off the fucking sun (kidding), then we have a real talk between them because I'll tell you I am so sick of licking these anfuu crumbs off the fucking floor. (Bring my boy home)

(now I do think, at some point during the Ragnarok arc, he doesn't want to die anymore. His astral projection is that of an old man. He just wants to grow old.)

[lime1991]

hold on i have to recraft my trolls age hc... i just learned there was a brozone website and on said site we have:

January 2nd 1999 is, maybe, Branch's birthday? And instead of being like "awesome im a big brother" Floyd just goes "thank god im not the baby anymore" after hes born.

Baby Branch's oldest message is this:

February 26th 1999. He's over a month old at this point, but the phrasing of "tonight's show" leads me to believe he was part of the band from literal birth (also why Floyd's first reaction to his birth is "thank you for saving me") and therefore this isnt his first show.

The last logins for all of the brothers is March 11th 1999

And just a day before, according to John Dory, new merch dropped

Soooo i think its safe to say around March 11th 1999 is when the band broke up after their ruined performance, which makes sense that it was also the last time any of them logged into the website. (though i think it would be sad and sweet if it showed branch had logged into it sometime recently but whatever)

So that brings me back around to the age thing.

The trollspedia page states Poppy is around 21-23, and I agree and am more inclined towards 22-23 personally. Seeing as Branch was born in January 1999, he'd be 24 in 2023. But the only thing that confuses me a little is Branch saying its been 20 years since the band broke up:

For 1999 to be 20 years ago, that would mean the movie takes place in 2019. And... honestly that's not too far off from 2023 so i don't mind that being the case, its always vague about what year its meant to be, a lot of animated movies are like this. Also i wanna bring up that the song Bridget and Poppy sing in the beginning (Good As Hell by Lizzo) came out in 2019, SO... its not impossible that the movie is meant to take place in 2019.

SO... with this all in mind... my new theory/headcanon:

As of 2019...

John Dory - 39 Bruce - 38 Clay - 33 Floyd - 28 Branch - 20

And as of 1999...

John Dory - 19 Spruce - 18 Clay - 13 Floyd - 8 Branch - 2 months

ALSO lets not forget the fact that troll age stages are different from humans', a 2 month old is singing and dancing in a boyband. They tend to mature past their actual age really quickly.

(i know these are country trolls, but the idea is still there. as soon as they pop out the egg, trolls are basically toddlers)

And I've tried to keep my theory compliant with what the wikia says (like how Clay's 1999 self is referred to as a teenager, therefore i made him 13) because i believe theyre mostly right. however. i also believe the movie takes place in 2019, not 2023. even if that wasnt the intention of dreamworks, they wrote in the script that its been 20 years since 1999... that can literally only be 2019 lol.

But if we want to imagine it takes place in 2023, heres age hcs for that too:

John Dory - 43 Bruce - 42 Clay - 37 Floyd - 32 Branch - 24

Btw this means, in my hc, Poppy is 19 in 2019 and 23 in 2023, as is implied in the wiki. Which makes sense to me, because Branch is obviously older than her by at least a year. With my hc that Bruce and JD are only a year apart (again, in compliance with the wikia that claims JD was a teenager in 1999 and therefore not 20 like i want him to be. and making the "heart throb" not a minor bc thats weird to me) the moment where Poppy calls JD the "old one" but later fawns over Bruce is made extra funny when the two of them are so close in age.

But i want to say for the millionth time so nobody gets confused bc of all these numbers: I THINK BAND TOGETHER TAKES PLACE IN 2019!!! not 2023. And don't even ask about how the first movie truly fits into this, I DONT KNOW, they definitely did not fully think through a trilogy in 2016. Some things are just a product of when they came out and thats ok.

[just-null-cult]

Dear noritoshi cult leader!!!!!! I wanted to know if you have any recommendations for other artists or content creators that post for our boy noritoshi?

my devout cult member!!!!!!

I don't know many artists who are still active or still draw Noritoshi stuff. I mostly get my content from pixiv or pinterest even if it's.... severely rare.... and even then, they've only drawn him once, and that's all but it's something!

btw when I say some aren't active, I mean they haven't posted in a while. fingers crossed they cOME BACK PLEASE GOD I MISS YOU.

My list is in no particular order unless you count who came to mind first?? nonetheless, here are some Noritoshi artists that I know of/taken inspiration from

kamo_sympathy [Twitter] haven't been active for a while, but I still enjoy the stuff they have there. Very good!!

getou_0203_ [Twitter] also semi inactive. they're a Getou, Gojo, and Choso enjoyer too. how they drew Noritoshi is smth I inject in my soul.

ohayo_akachan [Twitter] again... kinda inactive, but still. I enjoy their content a lot while I can't really understand what they're saying. DeepL my saving grace.. their style is v similar to the anime style, which I find super cool!!

Gotharcheologist or @/alegnace [Twitter and Tumblr] They're a chosonori shipper and active! I really like how they draw Noritoshi and Choso. how they draw blood is so good, how they draw faces is so good, THEIR ARTSTYLE IS SO FUCKING GOOD

magical_candy15 [Twitter] They didn't post a lot, nor are they active as of now, but the few scenarios were really good and fed me in my drought for a while. I love u..

rin5su0605 [Twitter] A Todo×Noritoshi account with some love to the rest of the Kyoto group too! This person was active as of June 2023, but I'm using copium. I really like how they draw.. and the color choices oh my fuck.

mecuru_MECU (?) [Twitter] I'm a bit iffy on this one. They look to not be doing jjk anymore, but they were once into Noritoshi if you go to their earlier posts. Their linework is beautiful, like their colors! there's something about their work I really like.

and that's all I have, I think? I know there are others out there that i don't know or don't remember, but I'll probably add them over time if i find more or if anyone else has someone in mind to recommend in the comments of this post!

yoshida_jyu [Twitter] They mainly post in a comic format! theres also some Megumi×Noritoshi shipping so if thats your thing, this dude's your dude. i have no idea what theyre saying but they draw cute expressions. also draws mainly Noritoshi, Kokichi, and Megumi

16shelter [Twitter} also a Megumi×Noritoshi shipper. Little warning: their art can be nsfw/suggestive at times, so be careful w that if its not your thing. Their anatomy is good AND POSING im grabbing my pen.. also, this person finds Arata cute, so theres some art with him too!

[justroaminground]

little secret (Dean Winchester x Vampire!Reader)

summary: you escape purgatory with dean and end up as his dirty little secret. basically you only eat of off animals, but need human blood one day. dean gives himself all to you.

warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, oral, dirty talk, vampire things

Enjoy! If there are any requests feel free to leave them. Sorry for mistakes i am sure you get the point. ;) xx

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mud. dirt. horrible creatures and awful conditions.

welcome to purgatory.

you were sneaking trough the dark landscapes of purgatory, when this one particular smell awakened your senses: human.

you scanned the surroundings and first of all made sure what surrounded you. nothing unusual you weren't able to kill. therefore you cautiously made your way further to the human. well at least what smelt like human.

you managed to see a figure from a distance. dark hair, leather jacket, tall figure and he fought like crazy with some vampires. you simply watched it go down, when you noticed the man being in serious issues.

you couldn't just watch him getting killed, since he could be useful. giving up your coverage you ran directly to the scene and with one swing you cut the creatures head off. right away you backed away from the man and looked at him. he quickly got back on his feet and was ready to fight you.

"what is a human doing down here?" you asked him calmly.

"why did you do that?"

"well i asked first pretty boy." you smirked and relaxed as you noticed he wasn't really a danger right now.

"what are you?"

"i don't like all the questions you have.." your eyes wandered from his head to toes and back up. "here's the plan. i show you the exit of this uncreative landscape god made and in return you'll take me with you."

"what the hell are you talking about?!" dean looked at you in pure disbelief.

"look there is no time to talk this out in detail, but to show you, you can trust me" you started off and put all your weapons to the ground right next to you. "i'll help you and in return you'll help me"

dean stopped in his tracks and you were able to see his muscles relax just a bit. he looked at all the weapons you carried with you and checkt the surroundings. "why?"

"you as a human aren't desired down here. therefore our beloved savior created a portal for humans to leave. i will show you the portal and you will take me with you" you explained roughly while putting all the weapons back in their place.

it took a minute for him to take in what you just said and he nodded. "well there is nothing i have to lose anymore. so let's do this." he came up to you. "dean" he introduced himself to you.

"y/n" you shook his hand and smirked. "oh and i'm a vampire." you added and let go of his hand. you turned your back to him and the two of you started the journey.

it took dean and you almost one whole year to get to the portal. without being able to really influence it, you two grew together. not just in a friends way, but more or less romantically, but since both of you knew this wouldn't have a future you both didn't take it too serious. you had eachothers back and even though you were the stronger on, in some situations dean saved your ass. tomorrow it would be the day, you two would leave and right now you sat there leaning on a tree and next to you dean.

"you know y/n, we have to talk about some rules if i take you with me" dean broke the silence and looked at you.

"enlighten me" you quietly gave back and kept your gaze straight ahead.

"you're a vampire. down here we are friends you could say, but up there i am the hunter and you are a monster." dean explained and his fingers touched your chin, turning your head towards him. "i want you to stay undercover okey? i don't wanna be the one turning your lights off, shoving your ass back down here." he continued.

"i will." you nodded. "i gotta be honest with you though. there will be the time where i will be needing fresh blood. from time to time i just need some fresh human blood dean. i can live of off animals for quiet a while but..-"

"call me and we will find a way." dean cut you off and nodded. you took his hand into yours and squeezed it gently.

"rest and i will take care." you spoke and took your weapon into your hand.

while the night passed pretty quick, dean didn't really sleep for long and the two of you made it through the night unnoticed. you talked about everything and had a few laughs. even though you were at the most horrible place, dean made it bearable. as the daylight started breaking in, dean got up and helped you getting up.

"oh and one thing y/n. do me a favor and keep your distance from me up there. we will have a thing to keep in touch, i will show you everything up there, but you need to stay away. if my brother finds out about you, you're faster down here, than you can blink.." he said.

"sounds like a plan, i guess. too bad we have to keep a distance i started liking you.." you teasingly smirked at him and started to walk off.

dean followed you with his eyes, laughing to himself while shaking his head in disbelief how you were still able to have humor after all this years you had to survive on your own down here.

"you coming?!" you yelled over your shoulder and pointed to a cliff.

dean quickly followed you and both of you walked a few hours until the portal started to open up.

"it is really there.." you whispered amazed and pointed to the protal.

"wait you weren't sure?!" dean looked at you and raised an eyebrow.

"no time for explanations pretty boy! let's do this!" you told him.

"needy as always" dean smirked at you and pulled his sleeve up. he took the knife and carefully cut along his underarm. dean looked at you and started off the spell. a sharp pain passed through your body and you screamed in pain.

"are you okey y/n!?" dean looked at you worried and kneeled down to you. taking one hand of yours into his ans squeezed it tightly.

"y-you need to go on!" you rushed him and squeezed his hand tight. he continued the spell and the pain got even stronger, pushing you over the edge you lost your consciousness. falling lifeless to the ground.

terrified dean looked at your body and shook you. "y/n, c'mon you can't leave me hanging! you need to wake up, we need to go!" hopeless he tried waking you up, when all of a sudden your body started cramping. a bright orange light made it's way from your tummy, upwards to your chest and even further upwards until it left through your mouth, crawling under deans skin.

his face contorts painfully, bitting hard down onto his teeth as his wound finally closed up. dean went through the portal like planned and as soon as he got back to earth he started to set everything up for your arrival.

he searched for your grave and dug you up. he prepared everything he needed for the spell and started the ritual to bring you back into your body. within a few minutes everything went down and as he cut his arm open again, your soul, left his body and your body revived.

dean helped you getting out of your grave and you looked down at you. no wounds, no scars just a healthy body, soft skin and you felt like you were in the best shape you ever were.

"wow.." you breathed out and smiled at him. "we did it!" excitingly you hugged him and he wrapped his arms around you.

"yeah we did it." he said with a sad and heavy voice.

your grip around him loosened and you looked up at his face. "hey, you aren't happy?"

"of course! it's just you know what that means right now. i can no longer be around you." he said and it was visible how much this fact weighed on him.

"we are setting the rules dean." you reminded him and your hands stroke from his neck to his chest.

"i don't want to risk it. if my brother finds you-"

"he will kill me." you finished his sentence. " i get that dean, but why would he find me? i won't be hurting humans." you explained and tried to convince him. "you always have a choice dean.." you whispered and smiled.

he looked at you and you were able to tell he wasn't sure what to say. his eyes locked with yours he moved slowly closer and put one hand onto your cheek. gently stroking it with his thumb. his look softened and he put one curl of yours behind your ear.

"i can't." he found his voice and spoke up. "c'mon i need to set you up." he turned his back on you and started to walk away. you followed him and the two of you hitch hicked to the motel he set everything up.

in the motelroom 2 bags were on the bed and he made you sit down next to them. he started of by explaining how the world right now works and how to stay undercover. he has gotten you a whole lot of fake credit cards, a phone and a laptop. carefully he went through every detail with you and even handed you a notebook, in wich everything he just told you, he wrote down.

"i saved my number into the phone. call me when you're in need." dean handed you the phone and you took it.

quiet overwhelmed right now you got up and walked over to him. "dean, there are no words i can thank you for this.." you started of and he smiled at you.

"no need to do so. you saved my ass in purgatory" he gave back and took you in a long, warming hug again.

"i will meet my brother now about three hours from here." he whispered against your hair and you pulled him even closer.

"so this is the goodbye?" you already knew the answer to that and loosened your grip around him.

he nodded and carefully took your face into his hands. your hands rested on his underarms and tears formed in your eyes. "i don't want to.." you whispered.

without answering, he got even closer and kissed your lips. your hands stroke upwards to his biceps and held onto him. moving your lips softly against his you soaked up every feeling running through your veins. feeling him this close for the last time, not knowing when you will see him again.

with a heavy heart he pulled away and his face was full of hurt. "stay clean.." he said with a sad smile on his lips and gave you one last kiss on your forehead. he turned away and made his way out of the apartment.

so this was the start of a new chapter? you stood there alone and pulled yourself together. going through everything dean just explained to you again, making sure you were safe with the do's and don'ts. feeling your body getting more focused and sensible you knew your thirst started to kick in. going for the first hunt in centuries it felt like a reward.

deep in the woods you found your first animal victim, satisfying your thirst. a few deers fell victims to you and your cruelty. after feeling the intensity and high the blood gave you, you sat there in the middle of nowhere and enjoyed being back on track.

the days and weeks passed and you spent the time training, eating and observing your old nest. getting stronger day by day, the goal of getting your long awaited revenge came nearer. of course you didn't just came back, because you wanted to be back on earth. definitely not! you came back to kill the ones, betraying you back then. you and your nest were the first vampires to walk the paths god created on earth. unfortunately power and wealth blinded your nest and since you were the strongest one they were convinced they had to get ride of you and killed you in a horrific way.

you achieved a lot the past few weeks, but no matter how hard you trained or how much blood you drank something was missing. drinking animal blood satisfies your thirst, but it just keeps you from killing people. reaching the ultimate power you have, you need human blood.

you had to get it no matter how. of course you played with the thought of just killing someone, but it was just too dangerous and you were not ready to risk it all.

you pulled out your phone and opened your messages.

*i need you* - you

*very bad timing* - dean

*it's an emergency*- you

*where are you?*- dean

*vermont / burlington* - you

*give me 2 hours* - dean

"perfect.." you whispered and gave him the exact address.

almost on point, a knock on the door made itself noticeable and dean was here.

"wow! that's what i call loyal!" you teased and were extremely happy to see him.

"what did you do? you are looking very good y/n!" dean complimented you and closed the door behind him.

you laughed and walked over to him. "let's just say i am getting ready for revenge?" you smirked and hugged him.

he wrapped his arms tightly around you. after he let go of you, you stood up on your tiptoes, holding onto his jacket while placing a kiss on his lips. "very pleased to see you again.." you whispered.

dean surprisingly kissed you back and smirked like an idiot to himself. you made your way to the fridge and handed him a beer.

"thank's" he said and opened it up. "so to be honest it doesn't seem like you're in trouble?" his gaze went through the motel and you nodded approvingly.

"i mean i am not dying, but i have kind of a problem." you sat across the table from him and looked at him. "i have been getting ready for..you know the revenge i have planned, but there ist just one thing missing." you started of and bit your lower lip.

"..and that is?" he asked and his face went from happy to suspicious real quick.

"i need human blood. you see i can't reach my full potential if..you know i can't get what my body usually lives off." your voice got shaky and nervously you played with your fingers. inspecting every movement he made.

dean seemed very calm and took a sip of his beer. he leaned back against the chair, one hand resting on the table with the beer and the other hand resting on his thigh. "you know this contradicts against all of my beliefs?" his voice seemed colder than before.

"i know!" you quickly gave back and got up. "you see, i didn't do it, because we had a promise! But i don't have any other choice dean.." you explained and looked at him.

"how much do you need?"

"well if i am allowed to kill someone, two people would have to die. if i have to, you know be careful one person would be enough, but i'd have to make someone my personal slave, because a one time thing just won't do it. who would do that voluntarily?" you spoke your thoughts out loud and sighed.

"i'll do it as long as you can control yourself." he interrupted you.

"what?!"

"yes. that's a one time thing. you're getting your revenge and that's it." he looked at you dead serious.

"i am able to control myself." you confirmed to him and stepped closer. "do you trust me?" you questioned and softly took his hand into yours.

"what a question is that?" dean gave back and pulled you closer. you were standing between his legs and bent down to give him another quick kiss on the lips.

"you might want to lay down." you whispered against his lips and pulled him onto his legs. guiding him to the bed, he sat down and undressed his jacket.

"let's make this fun.." you smirked and sat on his lap.

"i'd be disappointed if not." dean teased you and his hands immediately grabbed your ass.

you crashed your lips onto his and kissed him longing. pressing your chest against his body you could feel his lips forming a cheeky smirk on your lips. his hands started roaming around your body, touching every inch of you soft skin. his fingers found their way massaging your breasts. a unexpected moan slipped from your lips and you bit softly down onto his lower lip.

your fingers started to unbutton his flannel, exposing his muscular chest. you pulled softly out of the kiss and let your eyes wander along his upper body while pushing the flannel off his shoulders. your mouth started to watering and your eyes changed, from urge forming deep down in your system to get his blood.

he watched you closely and threw the flannel to the ground. seeing your eyes change made him clench his jaw, and his hands undressed your shirt. your shirt was followed by your bra and he turned the both of you over. leaving wet kisses along your neck.

"you're making me feel thing's i haven't felt in a long time dean.." you whispered softly and your hands stroke along his sides.

"it shouldn't feel so good though.." he answered almost reproachful in a very raspy voice and bit softly down on your nipple.

you moaned in surprise and your body arched against his. your gaze fell onto him again and simply seeing him "attacking" you like that made you very weak and wet at the same time. your senses got sharpened and you felt your thirst getting stronger.

"this being our filthy secret makes it even hotter. imagining what your brother would do turns me on to be honest.." you whispered a teasingly squeaky laugh left your throat.

he looked at you through agitated eyes. "i doubt that you dirty little thing"

you put your hands on his cheeks and pulled him up to you. kissing him rougher this time and you turned the both of you over, so you were on top of him. while swirling your tongue around dean's you moved your hips against his. his hands rested on your sides and pushed you against his boner. "you need to stop me if..just if.. you know.." you whispered against his lips and started to unbutton his jeans.

"i am sure i can handle you." he husked out and raised his hips so you were able to undress his jeans and boxers. his rock hard cock made itself visible and you swallowed hard.

"what a shame you left me waiting for this!" you teasingly blurred out in excitement and threw your hair on one side. leaving a kiss on his tip, spitting on it you started to stroke along his shaft with your hand. holding the eye contact.

"good thing's always need their time" he gave back and had one hand in your hair. his other one rested behind his head and he bit his lower lip. looking at you with slutty eyes he enjoyed every minute what you did to him.

you wrapped your lips around his cock and started to move your head. being so hungry for more you started of slow, getting used to him but ended up deep throated him. his hand grabbed your hair roughly and he threw his head back. his abs flexed and his mouth fell open. pure and loud moans left his lips and you couldn't help but started to rub yourself by the sight he gave you.

"move that damn hand!" dean ordered, looking at you through lustful eyes.

you being the naughty thing you are. you stopped blowing him off and sat back. spreading your legs over his and gave him a full on display, how you played with yourself.

"you're driving me crazy dean.." you moaned out and rubbed your clit with your fingers. "being already so wet for your cock.." you continued and gave him the filthiest look. he sat up and looked at you almost in shock. he froze in his position and watched you play with yourself, while stroking his cock himself.

"kinky little whore.." he grabbed your arms and pulled you onto his lap. his cock pressed against your tummy and a whimper left your lips.

"please dean" you pleaded out and your breath got very heavy.

"c'mon let me care for that wet mess you are.." he ordered and lifted you slightly, placing himself at your entrance. he held you on your hips and pushed you down onto his length all at once.

you cried out at the feeling of him filling you up and clawed into his shoulders.

"fuck me dean" you moaned out and wiggled your hips needy on top of him.

he turned both of you over, without pulling out. he pulled his cock completely out of you, only to rub himself against your pussy and thrust hard back into you. repeating this a few times you got so turned on, a wave of heat came over you. your skin started to prickle and pearls of sweat started to form on his chest. his thrust got faster and with every thrust his pelvis stroke your clit pushing you to the edge.

"just like that" spreading your legs a bit more you clawed into his biceps and pulled him down to kiss him once more.

dean moaned against your lips and moved just the right way and hit your sensitive spot. he rested his forehead against yours and both of you were looking down to where he fucked right into you.

"you're doing so good, taking me all in an moaning like the little whore you are" he praised you, slapping your tight which sent a stinging pain through your body only to gently stroking it away. he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"ohhh fuck dean!" you purred out and felt your high approach.

"will you cum for me pretty angel?" he teasingly spoke against your neck an sucked softly onto it leaving a hickey.

you held tightly onto him and pressed your pussy against his pelvis. with sloppy thrust you released yourself all over his cock. your body felt numb for a moment feeling the orgasm rushing through your system. he pushed himself hard into you one last time and with that you knew he just hit his high.

your turned the both of you again over, so you were on top. you didn't lost him inside you and started to ride his orgasm out. being full of all this adrenaline you bent down to him and held your hips still. his hands rested on your hips he was breathing heavy, trying to catch his breath after this very intense orgasm you gave him.

kissing his neck you felt your fangs come out and heard his heart beating fast. licking over the spot you're about to bite you softly sucked on it first.

"you're delicious i can tell.." you breathed softly against his skin.

opening your mouth to finally sink your fangs into his skin. his body tensed and he clawed his fingers into your skin.

"fucking vampire" dean hissed and a hurtful noice left his throat.

his sweet taste highlighted you're just reached high and you let your fangs sink in just a little bit deeper. the blood rushed into your mouth and it felt like every cell of your body soaked each drop up. your warm breath hit against his neck and you rested your hand on his chest constantly feeling his heartbeat.

after satisfying you first thirst for humans you pulled away and cleaned your mouth with your hand. the effect human blood had on vampires was intense. your skin glowed right away more pinkish, warm and healthy instead of pale and cold. your senses were even sharper than usual and you felt stronger.

"i won't start liking that last part.." dean said and his gaze was dizzy. he rubbed his hands over his face and you got up.

"wait i have something to help you" you said while getting him a snicker and a coke to help stabilize his circulation.

"thank's" he provided himself with the essentials. after a bit of time he sat up and started to get dressed.

you threw a negligee over your body and sat next to him. "are you okey?" you checked up on hime once again and gave him a soft smile.

"yeah no worries.." he confirmed and nodded.

"good."

"how many times will we have to do that?" he wondered.

"it depends, i already feel very good." you explained and looked down at your arms and hands. "but i'd say at least 2-3 times." you added.

his phone got off and you took it from the nightstand.

"who is it?" he asked while putting on his flannel.

"it says sam" you told him and handed him the phone.

"oh fuck" he murmured and picked it up. "i am on my way sam! i'll explain that to you later let me get back for gods sake!"

"the voice on the other side sounded pretty pissed.." you said while watching him getting ready to go.

"that's my brother." he simply said and shrugged his shoulders.

"what will you tell him?" you asked insecure and walked over to him.

"anything but the truth?" he said while laughing.

"oh no way!" you rolled your eyes and laughed.

"no worries he won't find out." he said and kissed your lips one last time.

"drive safe and i'll see you in two days?" you said while watching him leave.

while he strolled to the impala he gave you a thumbs up and winked at you. you bit your lower lip and closed the door.

"gosh this man.." you murmured to yourself and shook your head.

[nevernonline]

✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #04 the fall of the empire.

synopsis: over the past ten years you've fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it's clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt, (g)-idle minnie&soyeon, oc's

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex's, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

𐦍 word count: 1.9k

masterlist ▸ 003. two robots fell in love. ▸ 04.5 plan b?

Throwing your phone onto your couch, you let out the biggest sigh your body could manage to put out.

How did things manage to get so out of hand so quickly?

First Joshua and now Minnie, maybe karma really had it out for you this time.

In need of a distraction you started cleaning your apartment, scrubbing off any scuffs and dirt that accumulated from your past. It was something you wished you could do in your personal life, just scrub out all of the bad shit and only move forward.

After spending hours cleaning out the grout from the shower and throwing away old memories from your past in fear that they'd come back to haunt you, a knock came on the front door.

You almost pretended to not hear it, just hoping that whoever decided to show their face to you would just save themselves and walk away, but the knocking persisted.

"Look, I don't really feel like- Oh my god, Seokmin."

His puppy dog eyes stared at you as a greeting and his long arms held a basket full of your favorite things, homemade lemonade, popcorn, cherry sour straws, and even a small stuffed animal.

"Sorry, I tried to text you but you hadn't replied and I got worried. I can just drop this off and let you be alone."

"No, please stay. Thank you for coming over, I just didn't feel like answering my phone anymore."

"Have people been talking about the twitter?"

"Yeah, I got about a thousand text messages from everyone, none that I've opened. Joshua, Jeonghan, Mingyu.. I mean it's fucking insane."

"Well, we can both ignore our phones and watch some rom-coms? I even brought a bag full of mini alcohol bottles and stuff to bake brownies."

Seokmin sniffed the air as he removed his coat and sneakers, stepping into your apartment.

"Stress cleaning?"

"Yeah, I just felt like washing away bad energy."

"Don't worry, I showered before I came."

"Shut up."

Seokmin took it upon himself to pre-heat your oven and get started mixing the ingredients for the chocolate mixture. Trying to find a way to ask you about how you felt, but not wanting to pry.

"Look, we can talk about it, Seok. It's okay."

"No, I just feel bad. I mean everything you wrote is private, you're not entitled to have anyone know your dirty secrets and it's just not fair."

"That's exactly what, Minghao texted me. I think I'm over trying to find out who did it, like maybe if I don't add fuel to the fire and act like it doesn't bother me. I can forget about it. It can't get much worse than it already is."

"Don't let Minnie bother you, y/n. She's just upset, it'll blow over."

"I guess."

Passing time with Seokmin felt like exactly what you needed, he was able to take your mind off of anything negative that was going on, part of his basket you didn't see were the set of matching pajamas with both of your favorite Sanrio characters embroidered on the front. He told you he was saving them for a special day, but today was the perfect time to bring them.

Now with warm brownies made and Seokmin's famous lemonade you sit cuddled on your couch, watching the intro to 10 things I hate about you plastered on the big LED screen.

Your phone buzzed on the table, waking you from being zoned out. a name flashed on the screen, one that wasn't a threat to how happy you've felt the past few hours, Minghao.

"Seok, is it okay that I invited someone?"

"Oh, who is it?"

"Well, Minghao texted me and wanted to hangout. I don't feel like I should shut him out just because of what happened."

"Are you going to tell him to call his dogs off?"

"Yeah, I think I will at least for now."

"Minghao's always been nice, he'll understand."

"I hope so."

After another half hour of watching Kat fall in love with Patrick on your screen and singing along with Seokmin to the movie soundtrack a knock came from your front door.

Unwrapping yourself from the warmth of your friend, you crawled off the couch wrapped in a blanket and ran to answer it.

"I thought I told you not to wear something nice?"

Minghao was dressed in a cozy pair of cargo sweats and a big hoodie, carrying a larger than normal leather tote bag.

"Well, I wasn't about to show up in my boxers. I like your pajamas though."

"Thank you, Seokmin brought them for me. We got matching ones, sort of silly I know. You may laugh."

"No, they look cute. I brought you guys some snacks and wine as a sorry for intruding."

Seokmin's loud voice cheered from your couch.

"Wow, Minghao. If someone doesn't snatch you up soon I might have to. Hi, by the way."

Minghao took your previous spot on the couch, next to Seokmin getting him with a cute handshake.

"How is everything guys?"

"Well, good now. Y/N had sort of a rough morning."

"Yeah, I saw the posts. Did something happen?"

"Well, Minnie freaked out on me of course and I told her to move out. So, I had just been cleaning before Seok came and rescued me."

"Oh, wow. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. It happens I guess."

Seokmin forced Minghao to let you sit in between the middle of them after noticing you searching around the room for the best place to sit.

"Come on, loser."

Your butt found its perfect missing piece sitting between two of your friends both new and old.

"Should we watch Twilight? Minghao's never seen them."

"You've never seen Twilight? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Minghao's eyes opened wider than you had ever seen them, probably embarrassed that the two of you made this little moment about him.

"Stop acting like that's the weirdest thing ever? You guys are crazy."

"Oh my god, you're going to love this Hao."

Seokmin queued up the movie, watching the title sequence splash across the screen as you watched Minghao experience the blue toned film for the first time, catching glimpses at him at all of your favorite parts.

After the movie ended Seokmin was sleeping up against your side, cutely snoring. You tried to subtly remove yourself from him without scaring the daylights out of the by, you woke him up, Minghao was already up and next to your side helping you move the sleeping puppy into your bedroom, so he could get a good nights sleep.

"Thank you."

"I should, get going."

"Oh no, stay here. You can either stay on the couch or you can take Minnie's room, I changed the sheets already."

"What about you?"

"Oh, I'll probably stay up for a while, I have some shit to take care of."

"Are you sure, I'm not intruding?"

"No, shut up. It's late and raining stay here."

"Okay, I'll stay wherever. Thank you."

"No please, stay in the extra room. It's more comfy."

"I think you should, the couch is nice and warm anyway. I like the fireplace."

With a nod you grabbed Minghao a few pillows and an extra toothbrush and snuck away to the room that used to belong to Minnie, packing away her stuff as a final gesture to someone you used to call your best friend.

Minghao, walked through the closed doorway to find you sitting on your wooden floor, tears drying up on your cheeks, looking at photos of your friends.

He placed the two glasses of red wine, beside you and bent to sit criss cross adjacent to you.

"Sorry I woke you up."

"No, you didn't actually. I was just reading on my phone, I usually go to bed pretty late."

"Oh, okay. This is pathetic isn't it?"

"What? Being upset? No, it isn't."

"No, just me, crying over this. I mean I made most of this mess in the first place and here I am crying over people I hurt no matter how badly they hurt me before. I mean, seeing Mingyu and Minnie hanging out, Joshua and Mimi, I just like am making myself a victim when I'm also to blame."

"Y/n, you are a victim in this too. It maybe doesn't feel like it, but just because you hurt someone doesn't mean they get to hurt you back."

"I guess."

"Does Minnie and Mingyu being alone together bug you?"

"No, she's right as much as I hate to admit it. It can't bother me they're friends too, I guess I just didn't see that coming.

Minghao pics up a polaroid photo of you and Joshua wearing matching college sweatshirts, dated September 15.

"Was this your first day of classes?"

Your laugh came after a couple of sniffles, admiring the smiling pair in the photos.

"Yeah, our mom's were best friends growing up and naturally so were we. We got accepted into the same university, so our first day they took far too many pictures of us. I wonder why Minnie has it?"

"Maybe, by mistake?"

"Yeah, maybe. I normally keep all my pictures in a box under my bed."

Something in your gut was telling you that Minnie having that picture of you in her room wasn't by mistake, but you chose to shove it down continuing your trip down memory lane with Minghao.

"Oh my god."

Minghao held up a picture of you, you were standing with Minnie at a halloween party outside with drinks in hand, dressed up as sexy bottles of ketchup and mustard.

"No, that's so embarrassing throw it away."

You tried to grab the picture out of Minghao's grip as he was sprawled across the floor giggling over you dressed up with a red cone on your head.

"I didn't think Ketchup could be so sexy, y/n."

"Shut up, that's awful. I don't even remember that. I look so stupid."

"No you look nice, actually very original for the sexy girl costume trope."

"Ha- Ha, very funny."

Minghao handed you your glass of wine, laughter now dying out as you sat in silence surrounded by polaroids of your past.

"Can I tell you something, y/n?"

"Yeah, always."

"Well, I found out where the first tweet was posted from, not me actually, Wonwoo. It came from your wifi network, so whoever posted it was in your apartment that first night."

A pit came to your gut, the same apartment you were in now, the walls suddenly looked darker and you decided on chugging the alcohol in front of you.

"Do you know anything else?"

"No, just that the network assigned was yours."

"Can we maybe, stop sleuthing just for awhile? I don't know what to do anymore. I'm really thankful you guys wanted to help me, I just, I get a feeling there's more to this that I don't know or even want to find out right now."

Minghao just shook his head, holding up the bottle of wine asking you if you needed more, which of course you obliged.

"Want to watch something with me?"

"More twilight?"

"No, not more twilight. Seokmin wouldn't be happy to miss that. Maybe, Princess Diaries?"

"I love that movie."

"Me too, come on."

You crawled into the bed, tapping the covers asking him to sit next to you.

"Turn the light off, come on I don't bite."

"Can I confess something embarrassing? I used to think the brother in this movie was someone from the Beatles."

"Oh my god, me too. And that the mom from the parent trap was Princess Diana."

Minghao laughed, reliving a part of his childhood climbing into the bed next to you, afraid to get too close.

You on the other hand were as comfortable as ever, cuddling under the covers, clutching a pillow in your lap watching Anne Hathaway on screen.

By the time Mia was getting her makeover Minghao and you were sleeping peacefully side by side.

✧.* taglist: @sun-daddy-yoriichi,@hipsdofangirl @kissesfrmwonwoo, @minhui896, @wonwooz1, @porridgesblog, @punkhazardlaw, @jasssy051,

[alexdelray1]

Mizu angst(idm if you write angst or have rules about it- I couldn't find anything on your blog so I'm so sorry if I missed anything and you don't wanna do this, that's totally fine)

Reader patches Mizu up, and they become attached and feelings ensue... However Mizu leaves, claiming it's for readers own good.

Not even a day later, Mizu heard word of some rogue soldiers attacking readers village. Mizu runs back only to find reader dead or dying

Mizu x Reader. Angst!

Y/L- your lastname.

You have always been in the same village where you were born. Your city wasn't modern or anything, but there were good people there so you loved it for so many good memories. You never even thought about leaving even for a while until one day.

POV:READER.

-Reader, how is the wood? - my mother asked me while I was stacking wood for the stove.

-We collected a lot over the summer, so we'll definitely have enough for many more months. - I replied with a smile and stood up.

-Since we have so much of it, maybe you can go and sell it in the village nearby.- said my mother, going to the stove to warm it up.

-But I don't know where it is.- I replied, crossing my arms.

-There are signs, and your father also went there once and got lost, but he found the way and you are his firstborn and only daughter, so I'm sure you will guess the way. - my mother urged me.

-Okay, but if I get lost, don't bury me, just burn me and throw my ashes into the water. - I said and grabbed a large straw basket. I started putting wood into it.

-You certainly are, my little suicidal woman, you don't have a husband yet and you want to kill yourself. Such things come to mind more after marriage, my mother commented and started helping me.

-Don't even remind me about it, I said. When we finished putting the wood into the basket, I put it on my back and walked to the door to the yard.

-Bye, mom. See you later. - I mumbled and left.

I started walking towards the gate. Winter is a very beautiful season, but at the same time a deadly one. So many people die in winter and so many animals die from various causes. Children, most often, stepped on thin ice. They were adults because they were drunk and went out into the yard and couldn't find their homes anymore. Animals because poachers hunt them more often in winter.

I got to the forest and saw the sign, but there was something wrong with it… It had blood on it. Maybe the poachers marked where they would go hunting.

I continued walking deeper into the forest, hoping to find the neighboring village. It was still dark, but it's better to go at night because there are a lot of thieves here during the day.

-Fuck…Oh shit…- I heard a voice behind the tree. My curiosity overcame my fear and I went behind the tree.

I saw a man, probably a samurai, lying in the snow.

-Oh my God! Are you okay?- I asked him and crouched down next to him.

-Run.- he said and lost consciousness. I heard some voices a few meters ahead of us.

-Where's that son of a bitch!?-- He ran away, damn it.-- Let's go that way.-

I picked him up and started running home. Of course, it was difficult with a tree on my back in the snow, but due to adrenaline I didn't feel it for several minutes.

When I reached the gate, only then did I fall into the snow with him. Fortunately, on the back. The guards ran up to us and, knowing me, took us to the doctor in our village.

I was lying on a futon in my underwear and the doctor was examining me.

-Are you sure everything is fine with you?- the doctor asked and I just looked at the man I saved.

-I just did some cardio. You should be more worried about him. - I replied and he looked at the floor.

-I can't treat him. He's not from our village. He can only lie here until he dies or when he wakes up. - said the doctor and handed me my clothes.

-Well, I'll cure him. - I decided and the doctor just sighed. I put on my clothes and stood up.

-Okay, but you have to treat him at home. - he said and I just shook my head. I picked up the man and left the doctor's house with him.

When I got home, my parents were sleeping in their room, so I took it to mine.

I laid him on my futon and started bandaging him. I felt wounds only on his legs and face, so I only saw him there without clothes.

When I finished, I lay down two meters away on the floor and fell asleep.

-Why did you save me? I told you to run. As soon as I opened my eyes, that was the first thing I heard. I noticed that I was now lying on the futon and he was sitting in front of the window on the floor.

-I did what you told me. I only escaped with you. And you saved me yourself. If you hadn't cursed under your breath, I might not have heard you, gone further and been raped by those people who were chasing you. - I defended myself and sat on the futon.

-What if they were the good guys and I was the bad guy? So that you would now be lying on the futon, raped and dead, or just raped. - He stood his ground without looking at me.

-Okay, you're right, but halfway because I would have agreed. - I said and covered my mouth in shame.

-Wait what?- He finally looked at me.

-Nothing. So basically you were one of them and they were one of four. I don't think you would attack them first. - I replied, changing the subject.

-I could be a criminal and they could be people who chase criminals.- he said calmly.

-Well, I can't with this guy.- I muttered under my breath and stood up.

-I have similar feelings towards you too.- he said, miraculously hearing me.

TIMESKIP.

I don't know how it happened, but I found out Mizu and I have feelings for each other. Three weeks have passed and everyone already knows about my partner. My parents are even planning a wedding.

POV:MIZU.

It's been three weeks and she doesn't know I'm a woman. Whenever she wanted to initiate something more, I simply pleased her by telling her that my genitals had been suffering from something lately. I thought we would just live like this until one day.

“So how's your relationship going, Reader?” her mom asked my girlfriend. We had dinner at her parents' house. The atmosphere was even nice and relaxed.

-Very good. We even talked about buying a house somewhere near you. Right, Mizu? - Reader asked me and I nodded.

-Mizu, can I ask you one question? - my future father-in-law asked me.

-Sure, Mr. Y/L.- I replied and put down the chopsticks.

-Why are you wearing those glasses?- he asked me again.

-It's a family heirloom.- I lied not to go further.

-Really? This means that one of your children will have these glasses. - Dad said and started eating. I was speechless. Kids? I didn't even think about it. How can I give her children if I don't even have a penis?

-Dad, it's too early for something like that.-Reader replied and the topic somehow ended.

After dinner we went to bed. I slept in the Reader room on a shared futon and began to wonder. After an hour of thinking, I realized that Reader is worth more.

I got up from the futon and started getting dressed in the middle of the night.

-Mizu? Where are you going? - Reader asked, waking up.

-I'm sorry, Reader, but it'll be better for you.- I said and put on my coat.

Before she could react, I left her room and locked the door, so that she could only leave it when her parents woke up.

I left the house and all I heard was crying and someone kicking the door. It was hard, but I left.

A few hours later, when it was morning, I was sitting there thinking until I heard something.

-Do you know that today around 2 a.m. some bandits attacked the village where they trade in wood? - said one of the inn's guests and I noticed it.

-Seriously? Anyone survived? - asked the second one.

-I don't know. I think most of them were murdered. Definitely that Y/L family. They had connections at all, so they will probably be buried by someone tomorrow. - As soon as I heard this, I ran towards the village.

No matter how cold it was or how many people I hit while running, I didn't give up. I ran to the gate and all I saw were people's bodies. Massacred. I guarantee that most of them will be unrecognizable.

I ran to Reader's house and saw the bodies of her parents in the walkway. I walked further and saw the broken door to Reader's room on the ground. I went in there and saw her lying on the floor.

She was almost naked. The only thing covering her was her kimono, which had been torn and forcibly removed from her. She was stabbed between the breasts. Her eyes were open but dead. I closed them at the same time I closed mine.

"You know, these men sit together somewhere and let them shake and tremble and be terrified. Because one day, somehow, some way, they might meet me."

[nyrasbloodyclover]

summer nights (tate langdon x reader)

cw: alcohol, animal abuse (i am so so so sorry), tate being tate, tate being a simp for the reader and reader being obsessed with tate

a/n: i kinda want to make a couple parts for this (like tate one shots in the same universe if that makes sense?)

I was so bored. Ghost life was nothing like I imagined. In my head, I had a picture of it, something demonic, almost like hell after death. But it turned out I was wrong, once again. The afterlife was literally just walking around the house that I was murdered in, haunting it's halls and laying on my old bedroom floor while counting the holes in it. It was convinient because I could walk around in my underwear and not feel cold or hot—something death provided for you.

Well besides that, I had Tate. He was a seventeen year old psychopath who died in here not long ago, but I hadn't seen him much. He liked to hide and appear when you least expected him to. We talked, but not much. It seemed like he adapted to ghost life better than I did. And besides him, no one else wanted to hang out.

The new owners were some young couple with no kids, but a dog and they were annoyingly loud. They smashed the plates for no reason. They screamed at each other when they felt like it. It reminded me of my parents and I wanted them to shut up.

But I wasn't going to kill them. I am not a murderer. I still wasn't sure how to get rid of them, so I did nothing.

I was so bored one day that I decided to do something irrational. Well, there were no consequences when you are a ghost.

It was a hot summer night. I was up in my old bedroom, in a bra and a leather skirt when I heard someone locking the doors. I looked through my window. The annoying couple went out. Thank god.

I exited my room and went to the kitchen. I was curious. I don't remember the last time I ate. I didn't need food to function anymore, but... I looked around the drawers and finally found what I've been looking for. It was locked, but through the glass I could see the colorful liquor waiting, unopened. I never had a chance to get drunk, since I died in the midst of my teenage years.

I couldn't find the key. So I smashed the glass with my fist. I didn't feel pain, so that was convenient. It fell on the floor in million little pieces. I wasn't sure if the liquor was going to have any affect on me, but I didn't care.

I took the first bottle of whatever and opened it, not bothering to take a proper glass. I took a swing and felt alchohol burn my throat. It was relaxing. I always knew I would love it. I drank and drank until the bottle was half empty. I only felt light dizziness but nothing more.

"Save something for the others."

I turned around, bottle in hand, and looked at Tate's relaxed figure leaning on the kitchen doorframe.

"I'm not making any promises. Take it now if you want." I gestured at the other full bottles of various liquor.

"You know you can't actually get drunk, right? You're just wasting good whiskey." Tate looked at me, up and down and I wondered how he saw me in that moment. Dark circles under my eyes, disheveled hair, nothing on me but my bra and some mini leather skirt that probably rose up too high. I was too dead to be shy.

I frowned at him. "Well, it tastes good. And besides, what do you suggest I do to kill this boredom? I would die of it if i hadn't already been dead."

He laughed. "There are plenty of things to do around here if you think hard enough."

I continued to drink, swallowing bittersweet taste of whiskey from almost empty bottle. "So?" I urged him to continue.

"Do you like the new owners?"

I looked at him suspiciously. "Of course not. I would like to see them leave. For good."

"Great. Now listen..."

So he explained to me his twisted idea. And I agreed. Anything to get rid of the stupid couple that lived here.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" His voice was so calming. I was sure I would say yes to anything he suggested. I guess it was in his nature to be so persuasive.

"Why would I say no? Do I look like a dog person?"

He stared at me for a moment, mouth agape, not at my eyes, but the lacy fabric between my breasts. I cleared my throat. His eyes shot upward, "Yes— Uh, no, I guess not. Let's just find the dog."

I smirked as he walked in front of me. I had to admit, it was flattering to be center of someone's attention like that.

The dog was sleeping peacefully in the living room when we got in. I handed him the knife and stood by the door as he walked up to the sleeping creature.

"Ah, so you are scared."

"Not really, I just know you get off on murdering everything living and breathing." He smiled at me.

I wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing because his hand looked so good while holding that kitchen knife I had to stare at it for a whole minute. His ring was just a bonus. I had to rush away the unwanted thoughts about Tate that appeared to me once in every few months.

"You done?" I asked him.

Tate looked at me, a little blood on his beautiful hands, "Are you still bored?" After killing it, Tate dragged the dog to the kitchen and I followed him.

"In fact, yes. So I am going to listen to your previous advice," I chugged the rest of the bottle until it was empty.

"Do they have a record player?"

"Yes, it's in the living room. If you payed attention, you would've seen it." I rolled my eyes at him and went to the record player and saw a whole vinyl collection beside it. I browsed through it and smiled in victory.

Nirvana started playing.

I wasn't a big fan, but when I walked through the house in the middle of the night and Tate was still alive, I heard him play some of their records on repeat. I memorized almost every song. I knew he loved them.

I ran to the kitchen and smiled at him as he butchered the poor dog. It was part of his plan, but I never said I would touch the animal. His black sweater was drenched in blood. "We needed music. Now I'm not so bored." I opened another bottle and smashed the empty one against the wall.

"You really got the spirit." He mumbled while taking the dog's guts and putting it all over kitchen table and walls.

"And you really committed to it." I said while eyeing the mess he made. It was disgusting, but it was going to scare the stupid couple.

I could see he was glad I played his favorite band and it made me happy.

"Would it be too cliche if we wrote 'leave' on the wall?" I sat on the kitchen counter.

"Yes."

"Okay. Let's do it."

I waited until he finished his little art project and took the blood that was all over the floor on my index and middle finger and wrote in capital letters over the wall. I was hundred percent sure I wasn't bored anymore.

Then we went to the living room. He sat on the couch and I layed on the floor almost beside his converses. We waited for them to return.

Nirvana continued to play. "Why did you play them?" Tate looked down at me.

"Because you love Nirvana. And some songs really grew on me. And you have pretty hands. Like really, really pretty."

He raised one eyebrow at me that said Seriously?

I nodded and rolled over to the other side, away from him. Then we heard the door open. Footsteps. And then the horrified screams.

I wasn't sure who got out first, but they sure did leave. Tate smiled from the couch, revealing his dimples that made him look kind and adorable, even if he was diagnosed psychopath.

I started jumping across the room from happiness and Tate laughed.

I clasped my hands together, "What should we do next?"

[aceghosts]

OCs as Horror Tropes

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Rooney Shepard

just catholic trauma

(tw for implications of self harm here) god is judgment. every action is weighted, every action is watched. tally marks on a scoreboard, on skin, your body on a golden scale, and you can't shed enough weight to stop it from tipping. worship isn't enough. sacrifice isn't enough. guilt lays across you in layers. blankets, sheets of snow, cling-wrap cutting off your circulation. you can't save yourself, but you can never stop trying. fire licks at your heels, a constant reminder of what is inevitably waiting for you.

Hunter Delaney

meat as horror

meat hooks and conveyor belts and cold metal. the warm eyes of a stupid animal, completely unaware of the watering mouths that await it. "cut here" lines drawn on the body, slabs of steak that bleed and bleed, unrelenting. are you hungry? would you kill to stay alive? you feel like prey, or maybe like predator. sinew is stuck between your teeth, and gore dribbles down your chin. don't chip your teeth on the bones. you feel like the top of the food chain, and don't see the eyes gleaming behind you.

Riley Callahan

family as a cult

you will never need anyone else. outsiders will hurt you, aim to corrupt you and ruin you and leave you in pieces, but your family will always be there for you. everyone has the same eyes, the same smile. the same sickly yellow light cast over their skin. the same tastes, the same food that melts to gray sludge on your tongue. family recipe. hugs last too long, touches linger and sting like sunburn. don't stray too far. if you come back looking like a wolf rather than a sheep, the dogs will eat you.

Emerson Wright

flowers rotting as a metaphor for death/decay

stems droop, go yellow like aged teeth. petals curl, go dry like paper, like corpse skin. the beauty of youth can only be preserved through unnatural means. roses drowned in silica gel, pins behind the eyes. glass vase, open casket. everyone is watching you. why aren't you moving? are you too weak to grow toward the light anymore?

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for trying to kill my evil(ish) symbiote?

For context, I (19F) am an adventurer. I come from a small town, but I really like to travel and fight and explore. Also for context, one of the gods in our continent's pantheon doesn't really exist anymore— they used to be a sentient entity like all the other gods, but wanted to become 'more' than that, so they gave up all of their conscious thought, emotions, stuff like that, and locked all that stuff away in a tower to basically become more of an omniscient force of nature, like a law of physics. That tower was in my small town, and a few years back, something messed up broke out and escaped from it. We've just been calling it the shadow.

So, my best friend (19F) and I had been adventuring around our town for a few years, and a couple times now, we'd been accosted by this shadow monster. It started two years ago. It had basically been jumping from body to body, surviving in the bodies of animals and random people and corrupting them to attack us. After a particularly dangerous mission out of town, I fought with it, and it promised to kill everyone I love before immediately darting away. I panicked and we raced back home, but it got there before we did, and it had attacked my dad and injured him really badly. A really powerful family friend at the time managed to fight it off, and as I got back, the shadow realized I had some pretty powerful associates and became interested in me, and decided it wanted me to be its host. So it jumped into one of my tattoos and, essentially, became a symbiote. For the most part, it just talked to me (it was a real asshole), but it also gave me powers that could make me fight better, and even brought me back up from the brink of death a few times. But it also used magic to charm me once when I didn't do what it said, and even took control of my body to help us win a really brutal fight. I learned that what it wanted was to build itself a body of its own. Since it was basically made up of all the parts of a god that it didn't want and was imprisoned in a tower for what felt like eternity, it had been through a lot and only really knew being cast off. We learned more about each other and were times it felt like we were even starting to bond. But it still hated me and I still hated it.

After we managed to save our town, both of us decided this arrangement couldn't work anymore, so the shadow offered two options: we could wait several years as it started to build a new body as the body incubated, or we could go on a trip to try and find it a new host. I did not want to wait that long, so we started to travel together. It took about a year, and to tell you the truth we sort of bonded a bit along the way! There were times when we would laugh and joke together, it saved me a couple times, I learned more about it. It seems like it just wanted to have a real body and be able to interact with the world more than anything else. But it still attacked my dad and hurt my friend and charmed me before. It's hard to forget that stuff. After months of traveling, I stowed away on a pirate airship, where I learned the captain was a witch who was going to die soon. This is where it gets a bit iffy: I knew she was going to die. Like, soon. So I tried to offer her as a host to the shadow, because I figured if she died, the shadow would probably die too. It turns out, it was listening in, and it knew she was dying too, so it got really hurt and offended that I was trying to kill it. It found a different host instead, and now things are really awkward between us. On one hand, I did try to deceive and kill it while it was in a very vulnerable position, and also tried to foist a malevolent shadow monster off on a dying woman. That's sort of bad. On the other, like, it is (was?) evil! And did all that bad stuff! And maybe it's better for the world that it's not alive? I don't know. I feel a bit guilty. AITA?

[riniworld]

YANDERE!mafia x VICTIM! f!reader

warnings//alot of skipping time,Violent(mafia duh),kidnapping,spelling mistakes??

reference: you,little girl,ma'am,she/her,darling(?)

a/n: I didnt really like it but i wanted to end the introduction for my OCs quickly:')

crack crack

you entered an old house,It was half destroyed and unlivable.

you covred your nose because of the smell of the dead animals.

what got you in this situation again?

A few days ago

you don't feel your back anymore because of the cold wall behind you

you've been like that for almost half an hour now, all tied up, sitting on a dirty ground.

there's men dressed in black all over the room and one of them is in front of you.

He took his cigarette out of his mouth and he extinguished it with his foot.

"you don't seem afraid,young girl"

you kept glaring at him without flinching.

he pull your hair and kneeled to your level

"do you know what happen to who look at me like that?..I remove their eyes from their place"

he pushed your head against the wall and stand up

"but you'll be useless if i killed you now"

"what do you want from me?" you said with a firm tone

"very bold i like it" the man start walking around the room as he talk "One of your relatives..who was it again? anyway they own me something but they didn't return it untill now"

"and what do i have to do with this?"

"oh darling you are everything in this. you see i very kindly told them if they do not pay the debt in time,I'll make them,and unfortunately they didn't listen in a good way so that's what lead us to now...you'll stay here as an obedient little girl untill your relative pay us back"

"what the hell?? i don't have anything to do with all this nonsense! you'll let me go if you want it or not!"

bang

"watch your mouth when you talk to me,insect"

you froze,The bullet didn't hit you, but it was very close to your head

and with that he walked out the room and left two men with you.

present/10 A.M.

you don't even know how you managed to escape but at least you are save for now

you sat down so tired from all the run..that crazy man still looking for you

for god sake why wouldn't he just give up?!

your stomach growl,you haven't eaten for days now.

with Orson

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T FIND HER?!? how does a fragile girl escape you?!"

"we-we have searched around the city,there's nothing,master" one of the men talks in a shaky voice

"master,it's just a dept we can take another person" another one said

"you stupid folks! she got out of here so she has known where our base is! if just that shame of a man didn't bring her here"

he looked at a dead body lying on the ground "get him out of my sight"

and with that all the men get out

orson sighed and sat down "who thought a mere girl would have the fate of the gang"

it's been a week now,you've been from place to place.

you almost got caught three times-and why the police is envloved too?!

great now you can't even ask for help

you slide into a bar to rest a little then continue running away

as you sat down a waiter has come to you

"do you need anything ma'am?"

"ah" you scratched your neck in embarrassment "nnnoo...? thank you I'm here to rest actually"

"sorry ma'am but you can't sit here without ordering something"

"oh come on just five minute and I'll go"

"no I'm so sorr-"

"what happening here?" someone came and interrupted the waiter

"oh sir, this customer want to rest here but she doesn't ordering anything i was just telling her that that's not acceptable here"

".....well i don't see a problem if she sits here for a while"

"really?!" you said in surprise

the man just nod with a smile and went away with the waiter

"well thats suspicion but nah free place" you thought

as you were enjoying your time,finally in a place a human can live in...suddenly

"don't make me search that long again,darling" someone whispered in your ear

you stand up in horror orson chuckled as he saw your expression

"why,darling did i scared you? my bad"

"how did you-"

before you complete the sentence arsom pointed to the bar owner (the person who said you could stay here)

"this place is under my rule and you...fell into my trap"

you grab anything near you to defend yourself "i warn you"

"whah whah so scary" he said mocking "now now let's not waste blood here you either come with me in silence or....come with me in force"

you stood still in your place with a serious look

"you know..i like brave ones but their problem is they're just wasting my time in vain"

when he said that he give a sign to his men you couldn't react when someone hit you on your head making you faint(or pass out dunno)

you woke up with a killing pain in your head.

when you came to your sense you found yourself tied up again but instead of a creepy room you were in a normal room this time

there was a man guarding the door.

when he saw you waking up he called someone.

you were focused on your pain to hear who he called for.

as you heard footsteps coming you sit up straight to see who's coming

and to not your surprise he was orson.

"you woke up earlier than i thought,still impress me."

....

"no reply? very well. I'm sure you have alot of questions in your little head right?"

"i have nothing to do with the depts"

"ah no forget about this..i have a more useful intention now"

"and that's is?"

orson let out a small chuckle "i always love your bravery,little girl......let's get serious now. you managed to escape me for week now that's impressive and to not be shaking under me is more, so i set my mind. why don't you join me?"

"..whAT?"

"yes,join me with some training you'll be a use for me"

".....how will that benefit me?"

"hm?"

"of course i won't get in something won't benefit me in anything"

"well,What are your requests?"

"...You will forgive whoever from my relatives who's owen you money, and I'll be your right hand person"

He raised his eyebrows in surprise "that's a big requests"

"I should guarantee my life"

"if you success in your training and you reached my expectation then I will implement this"

"deal"

"deal"

that's a part 1 i guess

have a good night/day

[ohbo-ohno]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjrpHSoU/

(Video description: When I went to agressive haunted house with a signed waiver and two masked workers told me to get on the ground and bark like a dog)

I immediately thought about your Ghoap writings!! Just imagine Reader being a victim of Ghost and Soap who are basically retired gracefully, get a bunch of money saved + their military payments, moved to some rural area and found themselves a new interest of hunting down tourists/just doing fun retired husbands shit. Ghost has an ongoing project of building a place for possible animals, but we get locked here instead. And we are just their little pet!!! Their house is in outskirts, literally the forest, no one would hear our screams. Sometimes Soap also gets chained outside because They Are Freaky Like That.

Dilf!Soap and Ghost that can basically be by your side 24/7 because they don't have to work anymore!! And maybe they are not as muscular as they used to be since their last deployment, but they can still break us like twigs!!! In normal ghoap AU we at least get some rest because they need to leave for missions, but not anymore!! Also cuddling near fireplace, watching Ghost and Soap all sweaty doing hard work while we are just here, with huge and heavy chain on our neck (literally a cow bell and a chain from the barn) fetching them lemonade like a good pet.

Sorry for incoherent thoughts, I just need that dilf itch scratched or else I am going to write it and explode

🎷🐛

"found themselves a new interest of hunting down tourists/just doing fun retired husbands shit" is fucking killing me lmfao.

also if you want scenes of people being locked outside in the cold by their partner.... check out His Captive Pet by Measha Stone. MMC locks FMC in a cage outside because she refuses to behave :/ he's very mean to her

obsessed - OBSESSED - with the image of reader (you) knocking on a door because you're lost or smth, and just picking the absolute worst people to ask :/ you just want directions but they're gonna keep you all for themselves :/ i swear to god i've read that concept somewhere but i cannot for the life of me remember where and it's driving me insane

anyways... johnny invites you in for a warm meal and of course you accept! you've been on such a long journey, a warm meal sounds like heaven. maybe they drug you (you wake up chained to the wall, heavy cuff around your ankle and wrists tied behind your back) or maybe they convince you to stay the night (give you their bed, you wake up and swear your feel their eyes on you, they don't let you leave in the morning)

soap is bad and gets chained up outside.... ohhhh the things that does to me. ghost railing you and you look out the window and just see soap drooling there :( simon slams you up against the window and johnny paws at the glass desperately, your skin right fucking there, it's killing him that he can't touch you. ghost standing just outside of the chain's reach, watching as johnny leans his full body weight forward, clawing desperately to try and get closer :(

and the contrast between them chaining you up outside, leaving you naked and alone in the cold, shivering and a little scared :( and then curling up with you in front of the fire, making sure you're toasty warm and helping you stop shaking. rubbing the red spot on your neck from where you pulled at the collar :( locking a heavy chain around your neck when you're outside, locking a muzzle around your face so they don't have to listen to you bark the whole time.

[ooops-i-arted]

ahsoka still calling anakin a 'good master' after everything he fucking did to her oh my god, ENOUGH!

cowboy hat man won't give it a rest. he wants to throw ahsoka in everything and have her ascend to glorified creator's pet status, but he still can't figure out how to feature her without making her whole worth and existence about anakin. a two year relationship that ended with the master nearly murdering his padawan gets to be highlighted repeatedly, as if it was the most emotionally resonant thing to ever happen to ahsoka and anakin. instead of literally any other relationship that could be explored more.

screw ahsoka's other relationships from the jedi temple or the clones. she can hang out with rebels characters who are reduced to hollow husks of themselves while she has the charisma of a plank. but let's remind everyone how special and awesome she is because anakin was assigned to her for a short time. ahsoka is almost fifty years old now, were the options really that limited? screw respecting anakin's kids who achieved their own legacies and played important roles in the rebellion, defying what he chose to become. luke and leia are barely present in these galactic events and it's rare for their names to be mentioned at all. and who the hell is padme at this point?

ahsoka's writing has been unimpressive for a while now and i haven't cared about her story beyond fandom osmosis. but her show probably isn't even servicing people who actually liked her from tcw anymore, it's about whatever caters to filoni's warped perception of these characters.

Not only is it egregious because we know Anakin is a child murderer, Ahsoka NEVER moves on or comes to terms with it! She just keeps wallowing in it so Filoni can wank off to Anakin licking Ahsoka's butthole. Also: two years. There's no way she's near as speshul to him as Padme (the woman he was in love with for 10+ years and his wife) or Obi-Wan (his Master who was like a brother to him, again for over a decade) or Shmi (his freakin' mother and likely his one point of stability in a chaotic childhood as a slave). Don't even tell me that if Anakin was dropped in the World Between Contrived Time Travel he would save Ahsoka over any of them lmao. Or drop her like a hot potato if he had to choose between Ahsoka and Luke, his son and the last remnant he has of Padme (her son), Obi-Wan (guarded and trained by), Shmi (her grandson) and pretty much the one person he was able to commit an act of true, unselfish love for (killing Palps).

I do feel bad for the fans since I've seen plenty of comments that it's "not her" and that RD's portrayal is just so flat and devoid of smirky smugness/cheekiness/whatever. I personally may hate it but it is part of her character. And you're right, why is it only people she isn't connected to? She barely knew the Rebels crew and mostly as Fulcrum, so a professional relationship, not a friendship. Not to mention Sabine being forced into a Jedi Padawan role despite NEVER showing Force sensitivity or any interest in being a Jedi, and she lived with two of them for years. She had plenty of opportunity to ask Kanan if she wanted to be trained! But nah, we gotta give Ahsoka a Padawan and throw in some forced girl power stuff on the side. (As a former little girl who deeply craved female representation in the male-dominated stories I loved, I can tell you, little girls can tell when it's forced.) (Also Sabine choosing to force herself into a Jedi role out of grief for missing Kanan and Ezra instead of actually being into it or confronting her feelings of loss could've been a really interesting character moment. But nah.)

Side note but I also find it interesting that Rex is barely in this show. Wasn't Rex Ahsoka's clone counterpart? They're very close friends? He's still alive and kicking and could help her out? That would be a really cool relationship to explore? Or did Filoni realize he can't whitewash a real Māori man the way he can animated clones?

(Also I saw this ask before bed and woke up thinking about Mara Jade and Jaina Solo, a female teacher-student relationship that was so badass, and now I want Mara Jade being Rey's teacher and helping her confront her relationship to Palpatine and Rey having the guidance of someone who Gets It, can you imagine. We could've had it alllllllll)

[rantahead]

This is your idea of a Hokage?

If you couldn't tell by the title, this is an anti Sarada post, keep scrolling if you're not into that

Let's begin with the outfit:

ok, so the pose is just… she looks like a wanna be prostitute. Sakura didn’t even dress this way when she was OLDER than Salad, let alone when she WAS her age.

let’s start with the heels. even Tsunade didn’t wear heels that high when she, too, was OLDER than Salad. how can she fight in those? I’m surprised she hasn’t hurt her ankles yet.

those gloves… I have nothing to say about them, they’re normal.

her miniskirt tho, ewww! she has nothing to show at the bottom, but in the Chunin Exams arc, when she stopped when Bolt was attacked, you could see her fucking underwear. it just me hard moving in that ugly ass miniskirt.

the top, oh my god. what if she had a chest? it would be revealed.

her hairstyle too. that is the most disgusting hair style in the entire series.

the glasses, oh don’t get me started. they suit Karin, but Salad, it makes her look even more disgusting and I didn’t think that was possible.

with this design, at least she’s modest (not that much tho). I still stand corrected with her hair style and glasses 🤮.

I have so many things wrong with her timeskip design.

her hairstyle is a lame copy of Bolt’s. she tried and failed.

the outfit! It’s going to fucking fall off her. I’m just waiting for her to be in battle and it to just slip down and show her chest (not that she is one) and it will only be connected at her waist and lower. it also must be uncomfortable moving with such short shorts.

the jacket is a BIG no no. it’s gonna fall off her shoulders. it also looks like a bad copy of Bolt’s jacket, like her hairstyle. she admires Bolt so much that she’s a cheap copy of him (🤢🤮).

her shoes, oh my god. they, too, look like they’re about to fall off. how can she fight in those ugly things? I can’t wait for her to be in the middle of battle, trip in those ugly heels, fall face first on the ground, and break her glasses.

she’s inappropriate (this is probably the biggest board):

there’s plenty more scenes, but I just couldn’t fit them.

she’s always hiding behind people’s backs:

there’s so many more and let alone all the ones in the anime, but I couldn’t fit anymore on there, but there’s so much more.

like, can’t she defend herself??? some Hokage she is gonna be. if she’s like this then I want Iwabe as Hokage.

her Sharingan/Mangekyou awaking was the dumbest and lamest thing in the whole Naruto universe:

she’s rude to her “friends”:

she hit Bolt and drags him and shouts at him. she ditched Mitsuki because he was Orochimaru’s son. she spent an entire arc crying for a dad, and when she got one, she was rude and mean to him. she wanted to ditch Sakura because she thought she wasn’t her mother. she was rude to Kawaki and said he should use his past to justify his actions, which is ironic consider she has done the same thing.

her personality:

don't even get me started

she's a crybaby

she thinks she's oh so good yet needs saving

Mary Sue

rude to people

underestimates her enemies and ends up needing to be saved

overestimates her abilities

constantly belittling Boruto for the tiniest things even tho he's BETTER than her

always shouting

picking fights with anyone

she's dumb

I could go on and on.

she’s such a crybaby:

she cried when she first met Sasuke and he didn’t even show any emotion, goes to show how little he cared about her. she cried when she couldn’t bring the dummy fish alive. she cried for no reason when she questioned Sasuke about her mom. and she cried for no reason when they were fighting Shin.

at this rate, she’s becoming more and more of a lame and useless girl with a boring backstory. I hate her, her looks, her personality, and her in general.

my concerns for her at that she’ll never amount to anything, she’ll go blind by 20, maybe 18, she won’t achieve her dream, she’ll become the most hated character, she will get killed off. I have so many concerns about the direction this character is going.

enjoy Salad’s real face: