#I feel like that'd be something she'd do tho

[moonstruckdraws]

ah.. Ah.. AH- SNEEZE

sorry don't know what happened there, @hellishgayliath-

um- so- yeah I have no reason for this. I saw Clem's future design, my brain made this. so um.. if I have to envision it, so do y'all

I know you joked that Clem claimed Luci as her honorary sister, but they are also 'technically' cousins and would address her as such more than calling her a sister. If not for that reason, then because Luci wouldn't know how to deal with it (as her brain would trail to her then being Pico's sister & both of them would despise that lol) so it's probably done for Luci's sake (with exceptions ofc)

2nd thing; Sugar or Salt If this is an actually thing i don't know where its from because I made it up. But it's their version of saying 'good news or bad news'. I thought it was cute :] Sugar being to sugarcoat the situation & Salt being brutally honest/realistic. I think it'd be a thing Luci made up when Clem was really young & I think Clem would mainly ask for sugar instead of salt.

[hotxcheeto]

Hi! Hope your doing well i was gonna ask if u could do an ellie x fem reader where ellie is completely downbad and overstims the reader ALOT u can add some fluff in there too if you feel like it, love your work and have a good day

━ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐓

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, mean ellie, ellie is in fact down bad tho cause reader is her bby, vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), oral ( r! receiving ), strap on use ( r! receiving ), a lot of teasing, ellie makes fun of the reader here and there ( lightly ), degradation, praise, ellie thigh kink lmfao, dom!ellie, sub!reader, reader is a total pillow princess in this

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Look at me, being all active and stuff. So sorry this took me literal months, I hope you enjoy, it's currently 3am and I am tiredddd. But I am proud of how this ended up coming out!

REBLOG MY WORK! I WORK HARD & IT'S APPRECIATED!!

"Ellie..."

She hated that tone, it was as if a red light beamed above your head and had the words 'not happy' written across it. Her eyes flickered upwards, focusing on your blissful yet aggravated expression.

"What?" She questioned.

"They're all stretched and bunchy now."

You were going to be the death of her.

Your thighs were pressed as far back as the mattress would allow, the middle of the pink shorts pushed to the side to make room for her mouth. This meant her tongue just kept dancing up and down and up and down. Again and again, around your clit and then she'd annoyingly pull away to press a sweet kiss to your inner thigh.

She was toying with you as if you were just some dumb thing for her entertainment. And you took every second of it like a good plaything.

"I know... you just looked so pretty." She muttered between breaths like she was a starving animal that'd found food after days of searching, you though, were worried she'd rip your bottoms.

Constantly pulling and tugging to fit her desires. The light fabric was only so strong, and you were only so patient until you finally had to say something.

"Y-you're gonna-" Your head fell back, a high pitched cry filling the room as she shoved her fingers deep inside your hole. Eyes rolling back and Ellie just smiled at how pornographic you sounded. Such a good dumb girl all for her, no director could make that up for some shitty scenario.

"M'gonna what? What am I gonna do Y/n/n?"

Your breaths were uneven, as were your little pleas. You listened to them as you lifted your head up to watch her play with your pussy. It was dirty, yet you felt yourself clench around her just at the sight. Lips covered in your slick along with a bit of her chin, it made you run hot seeing it, and she nearly laughed at your flustered hum.

A part of you was embarrassed someone could make you fall apart so easily. Like a glass doll being tossed onto the ground, except she still had a care for the shards leftover.

"You're gonna rip 'em..." You pouted, hips bucking towards her mouth, almost as if it was instinct at this point. Chasing after her like you needed her, like she was water and you were dying of thirst. So pathetic, she'd concluded, but it was all just for her and that made it perfect.

"I'll buy you whatever new shorts you want, any damn color..." You shook your head at her response, reaching towards the hand holding them back to keep you exposed.

"But-" You began, but she quickly gave you a look, a warning. Her green eyes dark and almost dangerous, but they could never be such a danger to you. But for some reason you still felt a small little sinking feeling that made you nothing if not annoyed. You huffed at this, giving her a glare before you realized you were very outmatched.

"You promise?" You then replaced the sentence you first formed, choking when the woman pressed her tongue flat against you, just to tease a little.

"I promise baby." She said, watching you nod your head. "Okay..." And that was that, her fingers fucking your hole with no remorse as she tasted you. Sucking on your clit with a force that was anything but gentle.

It wasn't a surprise when the coil in your belly began to tighten. Legs shaking and body trying to run but there was no escaping the hold she had on you. At least not in this moment and that was enough to make you moan.

"M'gonna- El- El m'gonna-" She just stared, continuing to kitten lick your clit. The tips of her fingers curling, brushing over your g-spot before applying more pressure than you knew how to deal with at that moment.

The cherry on top was the moment you grinded so roughly into her face that it made her groan, the vibrations rocking you over the edge. A numb sense of pleasure rushing from the bottoms of your feet, up to your chest as you came, head pushed back into the pillow. It was so much at once you were positive you'd implode then and there.

She drank you up as well, lapping at your little bud. Listening to you choke out air and swallow your own screams so as to not piss off your neighbors more than you probably already do.

What a shame.

You nearly trapped her between your thighs just after that wonderous reflection skidded through your mind, her grip faltering for the mere moment she'd gotten busy watching you orgasm. You were all but crying, even as she pulled her mouth away. Her hand didn't move from its place though, slowly rubbing the area around your entrance. It kept you on edge, almost painful, no breaks, just her and it made you feel drunk, despite being stone cold sober.

"How 'bout I take these off?" She smiled, gesturing to your shorts with her free hand. "Hm?" She then made a noise, looking at your blissed out face which stared back at her with half a thought, grabbing at her hand to get her to give you a moment to relax.

"P-please..." It came quiet from your lips, watching her nod while looking down and carefully pulling her fingers out. You whimpered so softly it was almost silent, feeling empty at the loss of her hand and oh so bare as the pink fabric came sliding down your thighs.

"I'll get you a new pair since I stretched these ones out, alright?" You shook your head but didn't say anything. "Yeah, that sounds good, huh?" She assured, leaning down and kissing both your boobs before the valley between, looking up at you.

She chuckled when you motioned for a kiss, bending up a bit to meet your lips whilst her hips grinded into your own, feeling the way you gripped her shoulders and dug your nails into her muscles.

"M'not done with you yet." She whispered, her breath fanning your lips whilst she pulled back, tilting her head. The nervous, flustered embarrassment from earlier came flooding back as you watched her try to make up her mind about something, pecking your lips once again.

"Roll over..." She said, then let out a breath of amusement from her nose when your eyebrows furrowed. "But I've been good..." You muttered, watching her nod, kissing you quickly before backing her face up once again. "Exactly."

Face down ass up with three fingers stuffing your hole and a vibrator on your clit was the perfect way to reward you. She usually liked doing it all herself, though, when you did a good job, you got good a outcome. You had been such a good girl after all, why not give you a little something to feel for another few days?

"Ellie-"

Drool dribbled across your cheek and onto the pillowcase that didn't match the bedspread, soft moans and whines tumbling from your lips each time she rocked her hand in and out. It was agonizing, from the long minutes she spent only messing with you, but she wasn't cruel, especially not during your reward time.

"That's it... fuck you look so pretty." Her mumbles were just barely audible, along with whatever babbling mess you were managing to string together. Knuckles sore from holding onto the bed sheets so tightly but you just couldn't let go.

"You want more?" She asked, tilting her head while watching your face with a look of indescribable content, that made you smile at her, shaking your head with a few small pleads following.

"Mhm, pl-please-"

"So polite.." Her lips broke into a smirk, pupils flickering over to the way her fingers disappeared inside of you. Like a very entertaining magic show that she couldn't seem to look away from.

Only this was not an illusion. It was very, very real. And she loved it.

"Please El- oh..." Your voice died away as she moved deeper and much more quickly. Entire body rocking as she fucked you, the sounds of your wetness like music to her ears. It was a sight, a sight just for her.

You shoved your face into the pillow only for the vibrations to disappear and a slap to your ass to be the response. A shriek hurriedly overstepping the noises that had been coming from your cunt and filling the tantalizing silence.

"I wanna see your pretty face." You turned your head towards her, tears of both pleasure and pain prickling your eyes. "S-sorry Ellie." "That's my girl." She hummed, pressing the toy back against your clit while continuing on with her thrusts. Loud moans swallowing up the room once more.

"Ellie m'gonna..." She hummed, cutting you off whilst nodding her head. "I know..." The vibrator seemed to move with an intoxicating pattern of waves before then came a pause and just before you could complain, it seemed to get more powerful. Pushing deeper against you, hand only moving faster and faster.

"M'coming-" She kept it quick, hard, and deep. Giving you the best while you nearly cried from the surge of a pure orgasmic flood that raced you over the edge. Thighs shaking and body giving out against the navy sheets that had already been previously coated by you nearly three times now.

You could hear her speaking, but you couldn't actually hear her. Mutters of nonsense tumbling out along with a string of thank yous that made her smile. She could tell you were coming down hard against her hand while your mouth hung wide, wide enough for her thumb to make it home.

When she did so, she let it sit for a moment, then pressing the digit against your tongue making you gag at the sudden surprise, but she had only laughed.

Your mind was fuzzy, so fuzzy you hadn't realized that she'd slowed herself. Never feeling the kiss she then gave you just above your eyebrow, only the aftereffects of the toy that was no longer even powered on, her hand instead pulling out to massage your sensitive cunt.

Her hand moved from your mouth, gripping your hips to get you to turn onto your back that way she knew you were comfortable. Hearing you sigh as soon as she did so made her confident in her position change, besides, she liked how your tits looked in this lighting.

She then brought her hand up, moving behind your head to massage your neck since she'd kept you looking to the side for so, so long.

"Was that good?" She asked, pressing her forehead against your own before pulling back to kiss the spot between your eyes. You nodded in response, "Use your words, babe." You again nodded, this time followed by a quiet, "Yes."

She didn't react though, fingers trailing down to your pussy before pausing. Just below your belly button, her hand had frozen.

"You look so pretty today." She then mumbled, looking over your thighs once more, she really had liked those shorts.

"Spread 'em." You groaned at her lude words, though your legs came apart. "Don't talk like that."

She chuckled, kissing down your sternum, her lips ghosting over the rest until she was between her two favorite things once again. She had to clean you up now, there was no way you'd end up in the bath before you fell asleep, and all of this would go to waste if she just wiped it away now.

"Like what?" She muttered, warm breath fanning your swollen clit that was already aching for more. "Fuck, look at that, such a good little slut for me." You shook your head. "M'not."

Her eyes met yours again, your little pout making her let up, but not without a slightly longer chase.

"You're not good?" You quickly shook your head. "I am." She raised her eyebrow in response to you. "Then what are you not?" "M'not a slut."

She again, looked at you with amusement in her eyes, humming.

"Sure princess."

"Ellie!"

"I've seen the way you've begged for my cock."

You tried to look away but there was no use, she clicked her tongue and you knew she'd get frustrated if you didn't turn your head back.

"But that's with you..." She let out a breath through her nose, kissing the inside of your thigh. "You think I don't know that?" You let out a noise, unintelligible and nearing a whine. "No, but I-"

Ellie leaned forward, taking a long stride with her tongue up your cunt. Focusing her attention on the bundle of nerves that seemed to really need all of her centered right there. And in your head that was as heavy as cotton, you were beginning to realize that maybe she was right.

"How about instead of cleaning you up? I show you how good of a slut you are for me?" You choked, painted nails clawing at her bare arms. "You want my strap?" You nodded, thighs trying to tighten around her head, but she kept her firm, restraining, clutch on them both. That meant, they stayed on the bed.

"Gotta ask nicely."

She groaned as she sucked and swirled her tongue around your clit. Eyes on yours - that were blurred and emptily staring at the TV before they turned to stare at her. They had never looked so pretty though. Even while they cried because she teased too much for her own good.

"P-please.." She pulled away, much to your dismay. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me with your cock Ellie..." You whined once more, begging for the other toy she had yet to use, the few choices that stayed alongside the two options of vibrators in the plastic box that usually stayed the closet, but was now nicely sitting open on your nightstand.

"Which one?" She sat up, massaging circles into your hips. "You pick." You mumbled, straining your head only to see her pull out the biggest option, your brain dizzy just from seeing it.

"You gave me the choice..." She reminded, seeing you agree while licking your lips. Pupils tracking the way she clipped it to her pelvis, allowing the tip to bump your clit as she moved it around to adjust it. She just liked how you jumped each time it happened.

"Will you be easy though?" She made a noise, meeting your eyes. "Your choice princess, m'not the one getting fucked." You covered your eyes, peeking through only to watch her align the silicone up with your hole.

"Okay... be easy please."

Pushing in just as you spoke made your mouth stretch wide along with your entrance, pleads for her to go deeper immediately following all while Ellie folded your legs back like you were a ragdoll.

"Already begging... but you're not a slut right?" You shook your head, watching her thrust shallowly into your wet warmth, finding the fake cock rubbing against your walls. "M'not..."

She laughed, moving back and forth faster, holding onto your hips but not as tightly as she had been before. Instead choosing to move a hand in order to press down on your lower belly, watching your eyes widen and an almost scream follow.

"That feel good?" She then listened to you say yes, over and over while staring into her eyes. "More- mo-more El-" "You still not a slut?"

You couldn't answer, looking up at her with your sad stare and wobbly lips, though you were only half sad which made her laugh as she kept going. Leaning down to kiss your pretty mouth that was tainted just the slightest with your sweat that made you just a bit salty to the taste.

"Answer me.." She whispered against you, thrusting her hips back and forth at a slow, deep pace, just how she knew you wanted.

"M'a slut..." You murmured, feeling her grab your face and puff your cheeks up, chuckling as she did so. "What was that?" You looked like an angry pufferfish when she began moving quicker, making you whimper. The girl leaning down to smooch your puckered lips.

"I'm a slut..." You then spoke just the slightest louder, the sound of her hips barreling into your own soon filling up your ears to the brim. "Huh?" You wanted to cry and she saw it, grinning like the Cheshire cat when she leaned in to kiss you again.

"My good little slut, huh?" You nodded, the silicone brushing against your clit each time she bottomed out as she moved over and over again. Broken moans clawing out of your throat and out into the open air confirming that you were in fact,

"Such a good little slut, yeah? Does she wanna come?"

A mess of the word 'yes' came barreling out, holding onto her for dear life whilst she kept you folded back, hiding her face into your neck. She kissed and sucked and did whatever she pleased whilst screwing her pelvis into your own, forgetting the entire fact that she'd said she'd be gentle. It seemed though, that you did too.

"You gonna come?" You kept agreeing to her words, feeling the build up swirl around and around as if it was also teasing you now that she'd stopped. "Come baby, c'mon..."

You felt your juices drip down your ass as you came, shaking around the silicone, crying out for her to not stop. And she didn't as you squeezed around her, gritting your teeth as you came, feeling it through every inch of you. The tip just barely kissed your cervix whilst she rocked her body against your own.

You absentmindedly pushed her away but she hadn't stopped, only slowed, grabbing your leg and turning you to the side. Pushing your thighs together and looking at the way your cunt dripped with your own extract.

"One more? Okay?" You shook your head, denying it but she'd already begun to move. "Just one more, alright?" Her hand ghosted over your nipples, sore from all her play, but it felt good, good enough that you reached to keep her touch there, holding her wrist in place.

"I lo- love you-" You moaned, feeling her nod as her face was close to your own, hair tickling your cheeks. "I love you too baby..." She watched you hum, her hands now ghosting over your face like feathers as she just barely hovered above your flesh.

You were getting close again, you weren't very far in the first place though. Feeling it bubble up in your lower half, pleasure waves moving up and down with a sob of bliss coming right after.

You came hard, this time followed right after having orgasmed just before, meaning this made it seem so much more guttural as it happened again. Squeezing the bottom of the pillow until your hands shook from the pressure of your own grip.

"E-Ellie.." She grumbled out something against the surface of your neck, burying her nose in the smell of you before pulling her head away. Giving a quick peck to your upper shoulder before leaning away to look at the way your cum coated the fake cock and the mattress beneath you both, the look of your worn out and ravaged body along with your slightly overworked face then had her leaning back in.

"How about one more? Just one?"

She was going to be the death of you.

[juunebuggy]

I've been reading Dungeon Meshi and the cover for chapter 52 really stood out to me:

I think this cover so perfectly demonstrates the core themes that have been set up throughout the series thus far and also represents the characters really interestingly. Specifically the differences in their upbringings through the act of eating.

(Analysis under the cut ^_^)

First off, Laios and Falin are eating alone because they left home early in life and only have had eachother. They've had other party members but they've never enjoyed the toudens company like the two think they do, especially Laios. The two are alone because often times their party members don't actually care for them or see them as friends.

Marcille is eating in a cafeteria at her magic school, the composition is symmetrical to show the rigid lifestyle of the school and show how routine it is. It was a core time in marcilles life because she was happy and because it was structured. Often times, structure is the most comfortable thing someone can have, even if it is ultimately fleeting. School will end eventually and most of the connections you make are temporary but still effect us.

Chilchuck is eating with his family, showing the importance of his family to him. I really like this one in particular because even if his family is important to him, he'll always keep them at an arms length. His face is the only one shown, showing this about him. His face is also being cleaned by another person, showing the need for vulnerability and letting your gaurd down around people you care for, but also how Chilchuck is unwilling to do that.

Senshi is eating alone, he doesn't have a table either, showing how he lived in the dungeon for a long time and how he didn't have anyone to feed or care for even if it was something he deeply longed for. He's alone because he doesn't have anyone that could be there for him anymore, no family, no friends. I'm crying actually.

Finally, with Izutsumi she's eating with another person. Her table maners are poor, she can't hold chop sticks correctly and she's giving away the food she doesn't enjoy. We've seen this about her countless times but it's really amplified by this because it shows that she's always been like this, it's ingrained in her behaviour because no one either cared enough to try to teach her to be polite or never properly made an effort to. I'm sure Maizuru would try to fix her maners, but wouldn't do it in a thoughtful caring way that'd be actually helpful for izutsumi. She'd probably try to "whip her into shape" rather than treat her with compassion and patience.

All of these really accurately show how important connections are, how you need people. You need someone that will never treat you poorly, someone that will stick with you through thick and thin because they genuinely love you. You need the simplicity of routine, you need people that gravitate in and out of your life, those connections are important and often temporary but mean the most in the time you knew them. You need family, people you can let your gaurd down around and be truly happy with, even if it's hard to. You need people to care for, people you can feed and love in the simplest terms of helping them. And finally, you need people who teach you, people who will be there for you with kindness and treat you with compassion even when you are doing what they deem as bad.

I'm still not finished with this series but I genuinely love it so much so far. I'm barely halfway through and it's developed emotionally impactful and deeply honest themes and ideas that really strike a cord with me. It's so interesting and I can't wait to finish the series and better understand these characters ^_^

Thank you for reading all the way through!! Feel free to add your own bits of analysis or additional food for thought :33 (no spoilers tho please since I've still not finished the series)

[vypridae]

Would Velvette ever even earn It? Like,She ain’t mature enough.

Also I headcanon Velvette's alive-world-name to be Valerie and like,Odette called her Valerie by accident (not knowing It was her name) when she was mad at Velvette for Saying that shes their mom and Velvette Just went: WHATDIDYOUJUSTCALLMEDONTEVERCALLMETHATAGAIN *cries*

vel would try but yeah i can see her immaturity being kinda in the way of earning the Mother Title TM JXBHXIBIJSH but i think she'd get there eventually. mostly as the Cool Mom to contrast carmilla's uh. Opposite of Cool Mom ?

ALSO HELLO OOH I LOVE THAT??? dude that'd be such a jumpscare to velvette tho oh my god . i feel like she'd leave before she really starts freaking out, maybe just kind of cursing and a "dont ever fucking call me that again" or something, and odette is confused why she's so distressed over it . uugugugihg this lowkey is such good angst idea i could do so much with this

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

wibta if I started a different discord chat for my friend group just to exclude one person

I know it sounds bad and that I'm just starting shit but we've all been friends for 10+ years now so it's not something I'm considering lightly. We currently have a private discord server of just the 4 of us that we switched to as opposed to a traditional gc since we all have different phones and its good for having multiple conversations, quality photos and videos, and keeping a clear record of when and where plans are made

Anyway, this isn't a recent problem but the friend (A) has always had a tardiness problem it started with her not being able to wake up early in the morning but even if we have late night/afternoon plans she still can't get dressed and/or finish her makeup on time and causes us to be consistently at least 1 hour late which I was hoping she'd start growing out of after highschool but this isn't the case (we're now all 22+) and is especially frustrating when going out to eat bc by the time we leave all of us are hangry and expected to eat hours earlier. Recently A has started prioritizing other friends of hers which is nbd she can have other friends we all do except she'll drop plans last min with us to go with them which is also annoying bc it's disrespectful for the rest of us to be blown off like that. We're clearly not her priority anymore but she always expects to be ours, plans have to be on her work schedule, on her timeframe, on if she will be tired etc. plus being an afterthought leaves out a friend in the group (B) who had to move out of state with family and now he can't tell if we're making plans behind *his* back and he feels left in the dark when in truth he knows as much as I and the other local friend (C) do

It's to the point we've stopped doing any plans that start before like 2pm because we can't rely on her to be ready but she'll be upset if we don't wait for her while she's still getting ready, esp cuz we usually carpool, which already limits what we want to do together in the first place

However, it was my birthday recently and I'm currently ~2hr drive (no more than 3 with heavy traffic) from A and C, who doesn't have a car and needs to be picked up by A. I really wanted to go to my fav breakfast place and had some other plans for after and I kept emphasizing what time A needed to get here because the place closes early (they only serve breakfast). And at this point no one should be surprised she didn't arrive until after 1pm, after the place was closed, and at that point no one had eaten all day so we had to rush and find somewhere else that'd be open and nearby bc we were all starving and half my plans for the day were gone bc they were based on places we'd go after breakfast that also close in the afternoon (2-5 depending on the place) and since they are my closest friends and dont know my other friends who live closer and I've only known for less than 2 yrs (who I wasn't comfortable to ask for bday presents from yet still) (still got one from 1 even tho I insisted they didn't have to tho lol) they were the only people I made solid birthday plans with this year so it was really heartbreaking to deal with and have everything I was excited for be cancelled since it's hard for me to go out like this on my own w anxiety and busy work schedule too but I scheduled the day off. I was hoping that she would try even just a little bit because it was my birthday the one day I ask for literally anything and we rarely see each other now bc of conflicting work schedules and I DID plan for her to be semi late in secret but I didn't expect her to arrive for breakfast after 12

Anyway that's the whole backstory plus the recent straw on the camel's back but I just want to make a new chat between me, B, and C, to plan virtual movie and game nights bc she never reads the events chat anyway and all our online call plans grind to a halt for hours or days waiting for an answer bc at least C still wants to try and include A even tho her schedule is so busy or she's tired or will prob be late to the call and make us wait for her or cancel or leave early or we debate what game/movie A wants but she doesn't even NEED to be there it's just like.. Minecraft. Or a pirated 90s movie we're streaming or wtvr

I've tried saying like "hey I'm gonna be playing x on Saturday if anyone's free come and join me" but that usually just ends in me gaming alone bc it's so noncommittal the others will catch up on other work they have but really I'm just trying to hang with any of them even if 1 person can't make it at the time we don't always have to only call in a group yk?

A is nice otherwise like she's still my friend just planning anything with her is starting to be like pulling teeth and I still want to keep in touch with her and hear how she's doing from our discord server but stuff like that I just want to start separating her from weekly calls (which are currently more like monthly) bc she's so flakey but I know it's kinda shitty to purposefully leave her out and she'd be upset if she ever found out I was doing that.

I'm also open to advice on how to deal with this situation in general, thus the detail, without causing a huge fight or make anyone pick sides +her tardiness won't be something we can talk through it's something we've worked on for years and recently have just given up and accepted since she's late even to things that are important to her

What are these acronyms?

[butmakeitgayblog]

Do you get Pretty Woman vibes from Alycia's wig in Lovebug or is it just me?

YES but maybe not in the way that the movie did

I see it as memory. A moment brought up between her and Clarke when they're in bed. Naked and laughing and all bubbly smiles from a night of room service and mind blowing sex. Lexa splayed on the rented sheets, still glistening with sweat, as Clarke lays propped up on an elbow just to admire how fucking pretty she is.

But the cuddling leads to talking and talking leads to sharing pieces of themselves without really thinking about what it means being that moment. And in the comfort of Clarke's arms and the orgasms still tingling over her skin, Lexa nonchalantly mentions how she was blonde for awhile. Much to Clarke's dismayed gasp of, "Sacrilege!"

She doesn't actually mean for it to come out. It just does with how unnervingly raw this woman makes her feel. It's a thoughtless piece of herself given away because Clarke just wouldn't stop talking about how in love with her hair she was. Wouldn't stop running her fingers through the sex-mussed halo of it fanned across the pillow. Wouldn't stop whispering to her how that first night at the bar, Lexa's hair had been the first thing she'd noticed.

And honestly what is a girl supposed to say when someone like Clarke says something like that? When she tells her it wasn't the laced sin of Lexa's dress, or the miles of leg she'd had on display. That it hadn't even been the graceful bend of her fingers as she'd balanced a too-full martini in her hand. Not the smoke of her eyes across the bar. No, it'd been her hair of all things that had gotten Clarke's immediate attention, the waterfall of brunette gathered over her shoulder falling in such chic and sophisticated waves. She'd said how badly she'd just wanted to touch it, run her fingers through it and tug. To hear Lexa moan as she sifted through the riot of chesnut and gold.

The moment had just been so real and so thoughtless and so unplanned in how relaxed she was that before Lexa knew it, she was mentioning those few months she'd been blonde... at the request of a client. She traced her fingertips over the thigh thrown carelessly over her hip and hummed at the feel of Clarke's foot smoothing along the length of her calf. She felt settled in the warmth of Clarke's breasts pressing securely against her side, not even feeling the hiccup and pause of the woman's breathing. She was so cozy in the afterglow of insanely good sex and the comfort of being in Clarke's space, that she certainly didn't notice when fingers stopped twisting and curling the tips of her hair.

Instead she just kept talking. About anything that came to the sated and soggy fore front of her post-orgasm brain. Talked about the few months she'd been blonde because an old regular client had been willing to pay her double and how that'd taken care of her rent for a year. She talked about the woman who hated when she shaved anything below the waist and another who had a very strange kink for exceedingly bad wigs. How by the end of that particular run, the floor of Lexa's closet looked like a starter kit for a league of underground drag queens.

She was just... talking. Sharing parts of herself and her past with Clarke. Sharing pieces of her life that she'd never even intended to. Which is fucking terrifying.

What she doesn't expect is for Clarke to eventually give her a shakey smile after a silence that seemed to stretch on for hours. She doesn't expect for Clarke ask more questions, about her life and her clients, tho those are done rather vaguely. She doesn't expect Clarke to tease her with a sweet silly joke here and there. Doesn't expect Clarke to ask if she happens to have any pictures of the phantom blonde or these wigs. Or to tell her to get her pretty ass up and get her phone because, quote, "Lexa? Your hair is ungodly perfection. I— Now I have to see this sacrilege."

[9800sblog]

hi there! hope ure doing good today 💛

so this is like a fun game i send my favourite kpop tarot readers 😊

out of the groups u stan (preferably someone who u've done a "X as a boyfriend" reading for), who would u give a chance if ever they ask you out and why?

answer lightheartedly 💋

thank you and i loveeee ur blogs so much 🥰

I haven't done many of those readings tho!! I am too picky, so I'll do those I would set up with friends

I went a lot by how much I personally feel that these people are trustworthy based on my readings, there's no one else I remember that stood out like that to me. and I didn't choose only kpop because I actually don't know that many idols (adhd

in no particular order

lewis hamilton (formula 1)

if you like complete devotion and obsession, the type to have a secret crush on you for years and watch you from afar while secretely planning to sneak into your life. best friends to lovers vibes. he seems very soft when comfortable, and just wants to cuddle with his person watching movies and playing with his dog. message you everyday, tell you all the details he finds beautiful and still gives you advices or fashion tips that genuinely help and aren't just blatant criticism. seems very soft spoken with pink colored glasses. for those that want to be pampered and have princess treatment, that's your man.

park seonghwa (ateez)

honestly, all of ateez depending on what's your type

again, obsession. this guy would respect the shit out of your freedom and choices, he's the type to love no matter what, as long as you come home to him he's so so happy. seonghwa would love to be friends with your friends, part of your family, intertwined in every piece of your life, but the second you say "I need my space", he's out of your sight for as long as you need. seonghwa is a major extrovert, so he's the type of boyfriend to host friend dinners, house parties and take many many many quirky pictures. this is a more fun and dynamic guy in comparison to lewis, but they are both intensely devoted and decided tho. seonghwa would buy the ring on the first date.

wonyoung (ive)

she'd teach you self love by showing how much she loves you, accepts you unconditionally and trusts you blindly. incredibly sweet and caring person, she's so the type to give random little love messages throughout the week/day and spend hours making handmade gifts for her person. the type to give you one of her clothes and a sample of her perfume to feel like she's always around. I think she'd also transform when you're alone, be way more fun, childish and weird, probably dirty in a funny way that'd make you two feel close. she'd treat her person with so much delicacy and pure love, that even the toughest man wouldn't dare to not melt and accept that they're just a little flower in her well taken care garden.

taylor swift

is in love with love, in love with life, nothing can make her genuinely heartbroken, the type of love she has is so intense, it will be passed through lifetimes. she has such an extended knowledge of different types of people, relationships, arts, patterns of behavior, communications, etc. there is not a single person in this world she wouldn't be able to give genuine love to. but she's also extremely picky with those she actually opens up to, she makes everyone think they know her but only you would and it'd be your little secret. secrecy is something taylor (secretely) loves, her life is very very public so we feel like we know everything about her and her relationships, but there is so much deep inside her head that only someone really really reaaaaaaaaaaaally worthy would know! she is in love with connecting, and once she finds a genuinely good man, she will always always protect and take care of you, and make you feel like you're living in a dream or a movie scene. (connecting with her to write this was so much fun! she is so nice and was giving high-fives when she liked something kkkkkk

[bisluthq]

But I cannot for the LIFE of me understand WHAT THE FUCK was Matty's reasoning throughout all of this????//

Urgh anon I feel you, I really do😭 as maddenning as the whole thing is though I do think that the simple answer is that Matty is a drug addict (per his own words, he has straight up said it) and drug addicts tend to impulsively search for temporary highs in different forms, often without being aware that that's what they're doing. Tbf Matty has also said that he's now clean from the heroin and stuff but Taylor does sing about him buying pills and being stoned so🤷🏻‍♀️ And anyways, even if a drug addict is in recovery they're still bound to have erratic behaviours and/or withdrawal symptoms and I legit think that's a big part of why this man is the mess he is. Like he would be messy anyways but with the drugs he just stands no chance and so he ends up hurting the people around him a lot without meaning to.

I did have a phase there in 2022 where I was very into the 1975 and Matty specifically as in, I wanted to fuck him and yes that is so deeply embarrassing for my life and for my soul I know ☠️☠️ but besties we'd just come out of a global pandemic that'd nearly done me in literally like I really almost ended it all so I wasn't exactly ok and I did a bunch of messy questionable stuff that year and yes had a crush on Matty bc I was fresh out the slammer (as in the pandemic lol). When it was confirmed in May that Taylor was in fact hooking up with him I joked with Nat that she went ahead and fucked him for me💀😭 but that was all before the man outed himself as an avid enjoyer of deranged misogynistic racist porn and before he said the racist ass shit about Ice Spice. No crush of mine has ever been so quickly and effectively extinguished as that one was, the moment I knew about that he was suddenly the most disgusting and unappealing human ever to me🤷🏻‍♀️ ngl kinda wish my irl crush that I've been pining after for years would do something repulsive like that and kill the crush once and for all lol. But yeah when Nat put 2 and 2 together about Question...? there was no question (pun intended lol) between us that the song was about Matty, I'd been listening a lot to 75 songs and yeah he is the certified Sad Boi and she was the certified Good Girl back in Tatty 1.0. I think the ootw sample at the begginning of the song is making a nod to the time period when this happened, not to our boy Harold. Crazy how she was wanting explanations from Matty back then and once again does now 10 years later💀I was listening to the album again while walking home yesterday and Nat you're right I had too much faith in her lol it really does feel like she wrote this album instead of going to therapy 💀😭 it's like if she'd managed to write her way out of 2016. I do think that's ultimately a good thing though bc she carried around the wounds and trauma of 2016 for years but with this it seems like she effectively sucked the poison out of the wounds and is very determined to close the chapter and heal. I still really wish she would just go to therapy though😩 girlie can pay for the best therapist in all of the US if she wants and make them sign the most solid NDA for privacy. I legit wonder if that has been a hold up for her going to therapy, maybe she's terrified of things leaking and feels like she could never truly trust a therapist/inhibit herself enough to be able to say everything she needs to say, and so she ends up thinking that it's not worth it and instead talks to her friends and makes unhinged songs lol

”Crazy how she was wanting explanations from Matty back then and once again does now 10 years later💀” literally tho.

Also ngl I’m very grateful for your (brief but intense) crush on Matty because without it I’d never have figured out Question and then I wouldn’t be out here feeling as vindicated as I am in a post TTPD world.

[solitaireships]

joyride for bruce & selina?

🚎Joyride🚎 ~ How would a road trip with your F/O, friends/associates, and you go?

With Bruce, I think it would go pretty well. Both of us are pretty similar in terms of not being super talkative, so I feel like we'd be able to kind of enjoy the quiet of the trip together while still talking from time to time instead of just to fill the silence. We're also both very big on planning, so I think that'd be good for us too bcs I think we'd probably make sure to have everything we need and make good time to where ever we're going

It would be a different vibe with Selina tho. She's more of a free spirit, and I think that I would still be the one doing a lot of the planning while she would be more spontaneous. I'd make sure that we'd have everything that we'd need and she'd then be the one to see something cool advertised on the side of the road and suggest we go and check it out. She'd also be more talkative, which I definitely wouldn't mind when it's my turn to drive

[eddieslov3]

Just The Two Of Us

Y'all remember the ask by @mrsjaderogers ?

Summary: Reader and Nancy are friends, reader likes Steve. But then even tho Nancy knew she got with him, constantly reminding reader how much of a failure they are. That makes their friendship end. Will probably suck balls.

Warnings: Season 1 Steve , Nancy being a bad best friend, promise breaking. Swearing. I hate using Y/N sonI kinda went for a nickname Sweets and this will have more parts~

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Just the two of us

It had been years. Years of having to cope with the feeling of liking a total asshole. That asshole being none other than Steve Harrington. The king of Hawkins High. Most of the time you wanted to literally slap yourself for falling in love with that complete idiot of a boy.

Then again, you couldn't particularly choose who you fell in love with. What made it even worse was that Nancy, who was your childhood best friend, since diapers, also had a crush on him. While you just occasionally mentioned how cute he looked or how hot he was. She was constantly talking about him. It made you sick to the stomach. Even tho you still liked him. He didn't do anything wrong, besides being with his asshole friends, his morals, his lifestyle.. but that's another story.

"Hey look, he's wearing the shorts again" you had heared some girls talk, pointing out steves outfit for a simple class of PE. You couldn't believe how much of a fuse they we're making, yes that guy was certainly hot but make an entire scene out of it. So that he'd notice you? No thank you. There were already enough people bullying you as it was. You didn't need the pity of him just noticing you for being the total outcast. You however noticed that Nancy was definitely lookiz at him. She was definitely pretty, definitely a girl next door and also good at school. You yourself could not say that about yourself.

You were confident but not un a way that would help you gat the attention of your crush that you definitely had on stupid Steve fucking Harrington. If there was one thing you we're definitely nailing, it was hating yourself for falling for a guy like him. He was popular and you we're the outcast bullied by cheerleaders because you liked nerdy stuff like star wars or Dungeons and Dragons.

"Hey" you heared Nancy call out waving a hand infront of your eyes. "You there ?" she asked, resulting in you nodding. "Yeah I was just thinking about the Math test" you quickly lied. If she had looked at you, she'd definitely noticed you we're totally lying. "We can study at my place later if you want?" She suggested. But she was busy looking at Steve. You weren't suprised at all to be fair. That didn't mean idlt didn't hurt anyway. "Yeah, that'd be great, thanks" also a good time to tell her about your crush on Steve. She was your best friend after all.

PE went by fast and so did the rest of the school day. Much to your surprise Mrs. Wheeler had picked you two and Mike up so you we're there faster that you had anticipated. After dinner you two went up to her room and sat down to do homework and learn for maths.

"no that's not correct.. if you wanna solve that just first multiply and then add them up before you continue, not after" Nancy explained. "Oh that's what I've been getting wrong.. thanks. I'll try again" so you do. A silence falling over the two of you. Not fully awkward but leaning into that kind of atmosphere.

"Uhm hey Nance.. I wanna tell you something.." after another ten minutes of failing to solve the math problem you speak up. Finally wanting to talk about that topic. "Yeah sure go ahead." she lays down her pen to hive you her full attention. It makes you a little nervous, you bite your lip and play with your pen before you continue. "So you know how I said I had a crush on that guy.." you ask, makiz her smile widely nodding. "Yesss I remember that, that day was marked in my calendar because I couldn't believe that you have a crush.. you didn't tell me who it was ... Right?" she said. There was the Nancy that you knew, all chatty, sweet and caring.

"Right.." anxiously you started picking at the skin around your nails, making her reach out to take one of your hands, in a very weak and bad attempt to calm you down. It made you even more anxious but you couldn't tell why. "Well.. it's.. oh you're gonna laugh.." you hesitated. "It's Steve Harrington.."

You said while looking at her. Expecting anything but not that she smiled. But rather like she was pitying you. "I know" she said, making you cringe slightly. How would she know something you weren't certain of yet. Then again maybe you weren't being as careful as you thought.

"how.." was the only thing you managed to say. She laughed, again a response you didn't expect. "Well you look at him a lot and blush when he speaks to you." You blush. Damn it.

"well I think its cute" she said looking down at you from her bed. You were sitting on the floor leaning against her bed, sighting.

"mhm cute." you reply sarcastically. "I'm dating him." she then suddenly said. That made you drop your pen. She what. "Oh.." was all you managed to say before the devil himself appeared. There was a knocking on the window startling you.

"open up Nance" he said trying to slide up the window, resulting in you standing up. "If you knew, why would you do this to me then?" you ask packing your stuff. You we're beyond mad.

Not like mad because someone said something silly, mad because she knew, without you telling her that you liked him, and still went for him. That's NOT something your best friend should do.

"Hey wait.." Nancy said while Steve climbed in. "Oh hey.. What are you doing here?" Steve asked you and you looked at him, as Nancy had said, you started blushing. "No need to worry, I was about to leave. Goodbye Nancy. See you Steve." With that you took your stuff and left.

Steve yelled something but you didn't care. You basically ran out of the wheelers house. "Goodbye Mrs.Wheeler, thanks for the dinner" you said while walking out, leaving her confused. You just keep walking.

To round that cliche that was happening here right now, it did start raining. "At least no one will see I cried" you laughed to yourself. You we're just done. Your so called best friend betrayed you, your crush probably knows, on top he is an asshole because of his asshole friends.

You walked home, you did not have a car nor did you wanna ride your bike that day. Also the walk home wasn't really helping the chaos you had going on in your mind. Being alone meant you had time to think. Which led to you crying. You hated everything. Well actually you were mad at Nancy. And you hated every inch of that fuckin asshole called Steve Harrington.

That evening you arrived at home, soaked and just crying. Not wanting to go to school the next day.

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The next day you drove your bike to school, not wanting to see anyone. To your surprise you were mostly alone. Until you came up to school, because you happened to run into, steve. "Oh fuck sorry.. didn't mean to run you over" you said.

Much to your hate you blush, cursing yourself, also hoping he doesn't notice. "No need to be sorry, sweets" he says smiling like the asshole he is. Still you smile back. You hate yourself and would rather willingly hit your head on the wall. You don't.

Of course the King Harrington notices everything and just grins cockily. "Oh no jeed to be shy around me.. I promise I don't bite.. if you don't want me to." he says playfully. Making you want to slap him across the face, but you somehow manage to contain yourself. He traps you between the wall and him.

Now all the containing washed away and you slap him across rhe face, leaving him more than confused. "What was that for?" he asked, stepping away allowing you to move.

"That's what you get for being... So mean" was all you had managed to say before running off to your next class, which was drama. He was left there standing looking like a total Idiot. "Pff, the king just got demoted" Tommy said grinning as he looked at you running away.

"Shut up Tommy. No one asked you" someone said if there was more stupid shit saidyou wouldn't know because you left. Your life couldn't be more awful right now. You lost your best friend. To the boy you obviously had a massive crush on. So yeah it was awful.

As the weeks went by you befriended the marching band nerd Robin Buckley. And she was definitely a much better friend than Nancy ever was.. Robin took time to listen to you, sneaked you out of class when you just didn't wanna and more. You were thankful for that.

[boobachu]

Sonic Frontiers is full of half-assed late '90s-ass cutscenes

but like, I think that jank 100% fits Sage.

Like in her next appearance I hope she keeps her T___T face to where when she smiles it's super subtle and she has a very small range of emotion and they ramp up the uncanniness.

She's not flesh so why should she pretend to be? Just hover around upside-down, continue the jumpscare teleports.

Like I could imagine Rough & Tumble being like "Why is she... like that?" and Robotnik pulls a glock on Tumble and remarks "Because that's how she is!" and cocks the gun adding "Any more questions?"

"No, no, no!" "How very astute"

and then he whispers to Rough "No seriously" and then Eggman fucking shoots next to his head like "I don't miss twice."

I think that'd be neat.

Just she doesn't 100% get being personable but she does show that subtle smile whenever her dad defends her.

Like I do wonder how she'd laugh, like I bet she'd really be into it but insta-snaps to the next subject. Like if I did Sage I'd have her seem really really off and really reserved but also kinda sensitive to being perceived as abnormal, but also kinda accepting that she has no real argument against someone calling her a freak.

Which is why Robotnik shoots people.

Also I'd love to see her BJ it up and take control of egg mobiles! Like you know how BJ is the dragon of New Super Mario Bros while King Koopa's waiting at the castle?

Like I wanted to see Orbot and Cubot do that too, but I feel Sage will cannibalize their screentime (Hell they didn't even have much of a role in Forces)

Plus Metal Sonic's kinda turning into Robotnik's right hand man instead of the rare occurrence.

Also It'd be funny as hell if Cubot like if he fucking pisses Robotnik off and he's about to punt the bitch into orbit and Sage dives in like "Noooooo~" and taken aback but still frustrated he goes to hit something else and she's like "Nooooo!!!!"

and then super frustrated he runs off to scream into the tantrum hole.

Tho it'd also be kinda funny if she got jealous, like if she and Metal had a bit of sibling rivalry.

I dunno, Sage Robotnik does have a lot of potential and I'm glad she exists.

[cheemken]

Just read your new fic and

Ough

OUGH

Hilda really just wants her friend to be alright but Iris is already to far gone at this point. I bet a part of her knows that Iris can’t be helped at this point but she doesn’t want to face the truth, since she already doesn’t want to believe Hilbert. I loved the part where she wished she lived in her ideal world, where everything was fine

And her being the new gym leader is such a heartbreaking thing, cause Iris had to ask her friend to take over the gym that used to belong to her grandfather. It’s something she doesn’t want to lose but she had to give it to someone, and she chose one of the only people she trusts. Also this would give the public another reason to hate Iris, saying how shes picking favourites and handing the gym over to her friend

Also Bianca x Iris is such an underrated ship, I love that it’s included in the fic and how Hilda can just tell how Iris feels about Bianca. God just imagine if Iris is about to do something bad like injure a person or even kill them and Bianca’s pleading is the only thing that gets Iris to reconsider her actions. She may be far to manipulated but she still doesn’t want to disappoint one of the people she loves and cares about

I’m not mentally prepared or ready for Iris to eventually betray her friends and the league. They’d be devastated to learn that she’s siding with the people who murdered her grandfather. Lance would be there holding her close, telling them that Drayden was holding her back and how he only taught her how to be a proper champion

THIS IS SO FUCKING UNHINGED MAN😭😭😭😭

Ough shit man really the gym leader Hilda thing low-key fucks me up too and like, yknow the people of Opelucid just dealing w it and such, but they know she too couldn't be like Drayden, but they didn't want to hate on Hilba bc she was a Hero, and the easiest to blame for almost everything is Iris and yo pls homegirl deserves a break😭

But yeah holy shit yknow w the Bianca and Iris ship, I also did have a concept for that, like how Iris believed Bianca likes Hilda more, and Hilda believes that Bianca likes Iris more and it's just jcmdnd ough,,, I also did wanna draw smth abt them, cause yknow in the au, Lance is so devoted to Diantha, doing anything she asks him to, and Iris got that quality of his, that she became so obsessively devoted to Bianca she'd do anything for her, doesn't matter if Bianca never asked for it and hcmdhcmxhd

I am also not fucking ready to write that man I'm still writing the battle between Hilbert and Iris😭 low-key tho I wanna write that instead for Iris' bit in the third part, that would be dope, but I also want it to have some sort of buildup maybe??? Like, one unfortunate thing after another, or maybe she really had enough of all the hate she gets that she calls out Kyurem again and just freezes Unova over, making it her own kingdom of ice, that'd be dope chmdndn hahaha

But shit now you got me thinking abt Iris and Bianca again, like imagine Iris really out here w Bianca, and like she calls out Kyurem, going on how she's going to freeze Unova over, and Bianca is there begging for her to stop, telling her that Unova is their home, she shouldn't destroy it

And ough chdmcbmxf YOUR HONOUR please Bianca being so soft with Iris and Iris is there holding her close, she really doesn't wanna hurt Bianca. like,,, yknow imagine if Bianca really is the only one capable of stopping Iris. Like yeah, the threats aren't empty, but Bianca could calm her down enough to make her forget abt her rage even just for a bit, and that's really enough for now, all while the others are still trying to figure out if the Champions really did have an influence on Iris' sudden change of heart

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Vara has no idea just how much he influences Irza bc Irza is just so hard to read sometimes

He usually uses the tail or other small signs but sometimes those won't even tell him what Irza is thinking...and this guy can give a death stare from simply thinking and not noticing he's staring at someone lol

And I never really finished the idea of Vara having a sister....

Was wondering if maybe he doesn't even remember having a sister or that she doesn't remember them for some reason

I just

Really wanted to see his sister either be a hero he clashes with or a smaller villain than Irza that appears alongside the scientists that created Ezephr...

Was thinking that she might be hating Vara bc he was so weak that running made him cough blood if he went too long as a kid, and yet he kept shouting about how he'd be a hero and save everyone all the time...but that's a dangerous job. Wondered if maybe she supported it but maybe an accident happened and that changed it?

I had a dream about her when I first thought of giving him a sibling and all I really remember was that she had dark brown hair that had lighter brown patterns like a tabby cat...also her hair style and stuff but I don't remember if she had cat features or not

Remember, their parents are an anthropomorphic cat as a mom and a sprite, basically a forest spirit, as a dad...it's hard to tell what she'd entirely look like

honestlyeeeee that's such a powerful role that's insane that vara doesn't even recognize that !!!

LMAO i feel that. sometimes you just zone out....with a really accidentally-offensive face ASJVSJD

and MMGMDH MORE VARA SISTER CONTENT !!! YIPPEE

i, for one, think that is a GREAT idea. just. mmm to have her be one of the scientists is such a cool way to tie in eze to vara's life, because as far as i'm aware, (except for one thing you sent me), ezephr and vara definitely don't have as much of a relationship with each other as irza and eze does. so mmAMDBJV idk i think the eze scientist idea cool !!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i like that. poor vara is trying thooo :(((( i gotta ask tho why is he coughing up blood ? what's wrong with our cat boy ? :c ,, that aside i think that some kind of confrontation between vara and his sister would be cool cause y'know. vara definitely isn't the best fighter or hero out there, but he did make it in some sense. that'd be pretty cool.

oo and another cool thing, (don't gotta add this at all, if you ever follow through with this cvncx), maybe since you want vara to not really remember having a sister, he's always subconsciously been really eager to prove himself and never really knew why until like maybe he sees his sister and unlocks some kind of memory from something she says., idk.

aha i love that you had a dream about her and that's where you got your inspo cxvxcn but OOO i like the tabby idea! i have such a soft spot for those guys <3

I LOVE WILD CHARACTER DESIGNS !! also wait do we have a dad for vara ?? i totally forget eueueu

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I know my promises feel empty but I PROMISE this story has a happy ending it’s gonna be so much worse first tho -Danny

Words: 1,354

Phase Five Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Listen to: ‘Oh My God’ -by Alec Benjamin

viii: Zero’s Last Mission

"It's simple," the guy, who introduced himself as Kazi, told her, "you stand there..." he pointed at the rooftop, "make sure no one comes after us."

Cat examined the earpiece he'd handed her and put it in her ear. "You're forgetting something."

Kazi gave her a thick envelope with money. "No mistakes or we'll take it back."

"You got it," she winked at him. "See you later. Hopefully not."

Cat sat on the ledge humming a song, she watched the men go inside the building, get the stuff, and go back to their truck. Far away from where she was, she caught a glimpse of Spider-man swinging across the city, she vaguely remembered patrolling with him for a few nights after moving into the Avengers tower.

It was funny, her time with Spider-man felt like a fever dream or a thing that'd happened a long, long time ago, but she'd worked with him last December, she remembered bits and pieces, she even had this crazy memory of him having two other heroes dress like him helping them out. He'd been a good friend at some point, she knew that much, but their paths had drifted apart.

He was a local hero, and there she was, a widely known agent but far from heroic. It should be noted that she was aware that the people she was helping weren't good. They had guns, and she hadn't seen the stuff they were transporting, but the less she knew the better, and at least it wasn't other people.

Cat wanted the night to be over, this was a low blow from Valentina, and possibly Yelena. They wanted her to know what kind of people had been paying for her services all those months so she couldn't feel free of guilt.

Cat tensed with an abrupt sensation of familiarity and talked to the others. "Someone's approaching, hurry up."

"Distract them."

"I'm afraid distracting won't do," she felt like her head was spinning. "This guy is pretty good at tracking down."

"Who is it?"

"Daredevil," she said, and her heart squeezed at the name. "You must be real shitty if he's here for you..."

Kazi urged his men into the truck. Daredevil was half a street away, he threw his baton keeping the back curtain of the truck open, and she had no choice but to act. Cat teleported and unstuck the weapon, then closed the curtain slamming it down.

She grabbed one of the guys on the truck and teleported him out, throwing him at the vigilante, she saw another guy run back to the truck's front and threw Daredevil's baton at his head, closing the door and muttering "Too slow".

"That was our driver!"

"Shut up," she hissed.

Cat turned on the ignition, she'd never driven anything that big except one of Tony's jets one time when she was helping out Spider-man.

"Turn right!"

Cat wrung the steering wheel, the vehicle tilted and one part of it bent a street light, but she didn't stop. "God, I hope I didn't kill anybody..."

"Have you done this before?"

"I can drive," she said grumpily.

"Not what I asked," Kazi yelped.

"You paid me to get your stuff out of the island and that's what I'm doing!"

"We lost two men!"

"What you need to worry about is them giving Daredevil the name of your boss, cause I bet he's after one man only and that's the rich guy that decided to get involved in organized crime—"

"LEFT! TURN LEFT!"

Cat drove like crazy until they reached the meeting spot. She teleported to the back, opening the curtain and urging Kazi and the other two guys to come and help her. She wasn't sure of how fast Matthew could be, but they had to leave soon.

"Mouse, any sightings of Daredevil?"

"Not yet."

"Tell me if you see him."

"Sure."

"That thing's like Iron Man's A.I?" One of the men pointed at her ear. "Where d'ya get it?"

"I made it."

The guy laughed. "Yeah sure, a government's bitch like you don't have the resources to do something like that."

Her eyes reflected the dim lights when she glared at him, he stumbled back. "An ass-for-brains like you would know that, right?"

"Hurry up!" Kazi intervened. "The ferry leaves in ten minutes!"

One of the guys took the truck away while Kazi and the man remaining climbed into the ferry to guard the cargo, stepping back to let her get in.

"Daredevil's entered the premises."

Cat backtracked. "Whatever you do, don't try to help. Leave him to me."

"But—"

"I don't wanna hear from you again."

Kazi didn't seem troubled by her orders. "Okay."

Copycat shifted into the guy that'd driven the truck away and waited. Daredevil showed up from the side, she drew out her gun and shot, the bullet scratched his helmet. Matthew jumped back, she tried to be as incompetent as possible without being too obvious.

Matt used his batons, and she did her best to keep him busy. He hit her in the face and the weapon made a loud metallic noise when it came into contact with her mask. ¡She was still wearing her mask! The woman kicked Daredevil and pressed the button on her earpiece, the sound of the nanotech folding on itself caught Matt's attention, and he tilted his head, lowering the weapons.

"Wha—"

Cat used her gun again, shooting at his feet several times to force him away from the dock, she just had to keep this up for another two or three minutes, enough so he couldn't get to the ferry. If she failed to get this done, they would give her more missions until they considered she could be released from her duties in a satisfactory way.

Matthew tried to disarm Copycat and made her drop the weapon twisting her wrist. With a loud, deep growl, she pulled out a pocket knife and got closer, aiming at Matthew's throat but moving slower than him so he could block the attack.

Daredevil used his arm to shield his face, then wrapped his hand around her throat, he wasn't holding back, and she was suffocating. Cat couldn't get away by teleporting or he'd know it was her, she searched the guy's mind to see if he knew self-defense but he was completely useless without a gun. She would have to cheat a little.

One of her hands —hairy ones that looked nothing like her real ones— reached out to take off Matt's helmet and the vigilante acted exactly as she'd expected, he threw her to the ground, then reached for her arm and twisted it on a weird angle.

Cat took a deep breath, and she pushed back to stand on both feet, using the top of her head to hit his chin and forcing him to let go. As she did, her shoulder popped out of place and she screamed.

The mutant looked at the ferry, already far from reach, and saw an opportunity to escape. She didn't wait to check if Matthew was okay, she hadn't heard any bones splintering except her own. The young woman could hear him chasing after her, but as soon as she reached a corner, she teleported back to her apartment.

Cat stumbled into the room with her arm tightly held against her. She startled Felix, who hissed at her and ran out of the room.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She walked into the bathroom. "Fucking Matthew and his fucking need to get involved in fucking everything!" Cat looked at herself in the mirror, still in the body of a thirty-year-old man, and scowled at the sight.

"Mouse, a little help?"

"Grab your wrist and lift the arm in a straight line, pull forward as hard as you can, it should pop back in."

Cat needed to be brave for this one. "God really has a sense of humor, huh? Can't believe my own boyfriend did this—"

"You can pull now."

She pulled roughly, heard the bone popping back in place, and cried out a few more curses in the process. She shifted back to her normal self and pushed the brown curls away from her eyes. "D'you think Matthew knew it was me?"

"You were not wearing the suit, and you were also a man. Would be hard to recognize you."

"Not for a guy like him," she huffed, still rubbing her shoulder. "I gotta fix myself up before he comes..."

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[minniepetals]

WOW… FUCK CMAR NAMJOON WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK 😀 nah cuz I didn’t think this would happen but I grew to hate him lmao I was really hoping for a reconciliation in the future but after getting an insight to his thought process while he was being so cruel to Y/N (and his members too ngl my poor baby Hobi you’re the only one I trust 😭) I don’t think any of them deserve forgiveness from Y/N (except Hobi of course that poor man) like I just can’t wait for the moment Y/N decides to let them know the truth about her upbringing and all the shit she had to deal with after they sent her back to her father like y’all going to hell fr and I hope they hurt bad cuz imagine thinking you did something wrong to have someone treat you like that and their excuse is just “I fell out of love with you” like damn bro you didn’t have to do all that tho 💀 Y/N doesn’t need them and she certainly doesn’t owe them shit she’s got her reapers and as long as she heals her own self then that’s all that really matters I’m not even hoping for a relationship at the end of this anymore 😵‍💫

namjoon fell out of love and tried to regain those feelings but ultimately failed in the end. there were thoughts that led him to make horrible decisions, like whether y/n was truly happy with them or not because while they've all let their guards down and trusted her with their past and vulnerability, she's always kept silent and never opened up and so in that case, he started wondering whether they were giving her enough love, enough care and trust and reassurance for her to understand but he felt as if they/he failed her in that aspect -- which led to the thought of her being happier were she to return to her father where she'd find her "safe place" aka not so safe place but namjoon and the others dont know that cuz of that mf manipulating gaslighting dog face father of hers who made the world think he loved and cherished his daughter.

he went about his approach wrongly, forcing her to hear such cruel words and didn't treat her well -- one seokjin pointed out plenty of times because he's right, at the end of the day, whatever namjoon did to our y/n, she loved him to much to come to hate him -- something namjoon wanted as his ultimate goal to return her to her father where she'd be "happier"

it was messed up of him to go about things in the way he did and if he were to have known everything about her father...well, that'd be a different story 🤷‍♀️💕

[futurebird]

The simulation

"That was amazing, dad!" "People really did live like that, you know." He said, delighted to have impressed his little girl. "It wasn't so bad, I always knew we were going to come back-- and--"

The girl paused, gazing down at her hands in a gesture remarkably similar to her mother. And just as it had been with Elaine, the pensive pose indicated a coming question. A hard question. "It's just--" the girl said frowning and now wiggling her fingers as she stared at them "--are all those people we met, back in the 21st century... real?" "Do you mean, are they based on real historical figures?" "No, no, no. I mean-- I had some really wonderful conversations with some of the other kids at that school and Rev. Rhan was so serious and invested in saving our souls. They all seemed just as real as you and me! Were they real people like us? Were they alive?"

Never an easy question from this kid! He'd thought she'd be too young to worry about such things. He hoped she could have just enjoyed the experience. But, that'd been naive of him. Maybe it was projection. He wasn't inclined to worry over such headache inducing ethical questions. He sighed deeply, mustering the strength to explain. Or at least say something that would reassure her.

"Well. In a simulation, the computer only renders those things that are required for our experience. Things that are further away, aren't in active memory. It's not like the computer was keeping track of Rev. Rhan when we were out foraging. It's not like your classmates were doing anything after you'd leave the room.

"Of course, the computer still had to track what they were doing and where they were going generally, but people in simulations are only fully rendered to the near-cellular level when you are interacting with them directly. It's kind of like the stage play we put on at Christmas."

"Hm." She said, not fully satisfied with this. "Do they know they are in a simulation? Is that how it's like a play?" "Oh no!" He responded confidently "They can't know that they are in a simulation, if they knew ... the immersion would fail." "But, if they don't know they are in a simulation that means they think that their lives are real. Just like us!"

"You're wondering if they are conscious then?" "Yes, that's exactly it! They might not know they just popped into existence because I walked into the room. They might not know they are in a simulation. But they are still alive enough to -- well, be real while we are there!

"Oh no! what do you think it's like when I walk away? Do they feel their life slipping away? Is it like death!" Her concern was real. As much as this conversation troubled him, he couldn't help but be proud of her compassionate instincts.

"No, my sweet. They can't feel that kind of dread when you leave, think of how confusing it'd be for them to have a memory of that dread when you return." "The computer could just erase!" "No, that's not how it works. And I don't want you to get any more fanciful ideas into your head about 'thinking machines.' A simulation of a brain with neurons firing isn't the same thing as you and I, flesh and blood people! Simulations seem alive, and should be treated as if they are alive: out of respect. But, they are not fundamentally real, or conscious." This almost seemed to satisfy her, but then the frown returned.

"If we are to treat them as alive, then isn't it wrong to just turn them off when we aren't looking at them? Wrong not to tell them that it's just a simulation? I'd want to know! I'd be so angry if someone knew and didn't even tell me!"

"Well, you can try telling them if you want next time. They aren't going to believe you." "Is that programmed too? Like forgetting the scary feeling of disappearing when I leave the room?"

"No, no, no my sweet." He said chuckling, for this had gone quite far enough. And he now realized that telling her that white lie about the simulated people stopping when she wasn't around had been a mistake. He'd thought it'd make those digital intelligences seem less real. But, it only created yet another uncomfortable ethical question.

He gathered his thoughts "There's no need to program around things that just don't happen." He said. And, at last, she seemed satisfied with his answer.

"I'm going to check on the animals!" She said, now seeming young and bubbly again. The turn of introspection was done. "That's much better, dear." He said, and watched as she ran across the great hall and down to the gardens where her many curious pets were kept. After she was gone he didn't move for a long time. With a start, he noticed that he was still holding the simulation headset. His thoughts returned to Elaine, and what she might be doing... in there. Was she looking at her hands? Was she smiling? Was she running that horrible script she'd written that allowed her to forget him? If he stepped back into that world, and after she loaded the missing memories of who he was, he wondered if she'd still be angry.