#I just need a place to vent my frustrations with this game

[bbnibini]

I find it so painfully heartbreaking that Solomon just...laughs off all the derision, the name-calling, and possibly even did "evil" things on purpose because it's expected of him at this point. (He had not always been like this as Thirteen pointed out before). There was a time when he was "innocent". When his soul sparkled. When it resembled the kind of soul everyone in these god forsaken (pun intended with spite) three realms seemed to associate with the ever loved MC. He's just...worryingly carefree. And because he's like that, he feels even more of a tragic character to me.

Sometimes it even seems that he himself would seemingly make up excuses on why he's hated. Oh, it's because I'm a sorcerer this. I might have won a war against Devildom single-handedly this. I have forgotten. But maybe, I did something bad, that. Hon, you were doing that to SURVIVE. You don't have to be a faultless person to deserve compassion. You don't have to be MC to deserve to be loved.

[anonymous-eggy]

i hate winter.

[quickreviews]

There are so many things left unresolved from the last episode. Like Daemon has performance problems, how did he solve his issue? He was going to fly to Eyrie for his inheritance from his late wife. What happened there? Ser Crispin killed a noble man, in crown princesses wedding. How did he end up head of the king's guard and was given the duty to train the princes? How was there no consequences for his blatant murder when Harwin was exiled just for a few punches. So many plot holes.

[manta-is-yelling]

It's really frustrating to be trying really really hard and feel like you're doing the equivalent of paddling in place- even though you should be moving forward-

but the other person is not seeking out resources for how to paddle, or manage their part of the kayak, and you're starting to sink because of it.

And like, you know, if you're feeling the water on your ass, and you're at the front, they've gotta be up to their waist or more in it. But you're busy keeping things sort of okay, you can't check in on them. So you only feel that you're getting wetter than you should be, and going nowhere, and they're struggling. And it's your problem- because you're in the same fucking boat- but they won't take your help. They won't listen. They half hear the directions. They can't help it.

But after a while, it's so. Fucking. Frustrating. And it feels like it'd be easier, despite having made it so far, to swim back to shore alone, and try crossing again.

[mysticfalls01]

The Draw

(Williamson!reader)

The Wonder Twins Universe

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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During your international break you talked with Leah about your feelings for certain Catalonian captain. She couldn’t help but to smile while she listened how you talked about Alexia. She confirmed that moving to Barcelona was the perfect move.

Also, during the third day of the break Mapi called you. She hated how everything was going with Vilda, how he and his staff treated the girls and how they made them train extra hours. You let Mapi to vent out all her frustrations, all her feelings at that moment it was everything you could do for her. You were worried for Mapi and the girls. 

After the international break Lucy, Keira and you returned to Barcelona.

Playing with the Lionesses gave you that energy boost that you needed, you guys had two out of two possible victories. While playing in Barcelona has been amazing nothing could compare to the feeling of playing alongside your twin.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

You were over the moon, since Liga F started Barcelona hadn’t lost a single game. You had won a spot in the starting 11 and you couldn’t have been happier, with each game you only get better. Barcelona was really your home, your dream team.

Two weeks after the international break you and the girls found yourselves sitting down in the media room watching the Champions League draw for the group stages.

Until that moment the group was the next: FC Barcelona, Sporting de Lisboa, and Bayern München. There was only one team left to complete the group. Everyone turned their heads towards the TV to learn who would be their final rival.

“Joining in group D is going to be…”

The suspense was killing everyone in the room, that was until a team was mentioned.

“Arsenal”

As soon as that word left the mouth of the presenter you stood up and left the room. You couldn’t support the pity looks that your teammates were giving you.

You couldn’t believe it, of all the possible teams it had to be Arsenal, you were going to be playing against your previous team. Against some of your best friends and most importantly against Leah.

You had always played with Leah, never against her.

You couldn’t hear it but as soon as you left Mapi stood up and followed you. You ran towards the training ground as you needed fresh air, you were having a panic attack.

You felt a hand rubbing your back and that person said “y/n! Breath, follow my breath. One, two, three. Again y/nn one, two, three. You are doing amazing y/nn”

As soon as you kinda calmed down you realized that the person helping you was Mapi.

She gave you a few more minutes to calm down.

“Gracias por tu ayuda Mapi” (Thank you for helping me Mapi) you whispered and hugged her

“What is going on your head y/nn? Please talk to me.” She could imagine what was going on however she wanted to hear it from you.

“I’m not necessarily worried about playing against Arsenal itself. I’m worried about playing against Leah. All I’ve ever known is playing with her not against her, I knew that it could happen, but I expected it to happen later on”

Mapi knew that she would never understand what it meant to play against a sister, nerveless twin against twin. She knew that the only thing she could do was to help you to accept what just had happened.

“y/n I will never be able understand what you are feeling but I feel as if I have known Leah for ages because of everything you’ve told me. She would be proud of you if you give your everything against them. I know that nothing can break the bond that you have with her and if there is something that could do it wouldn’t be something as simple as a result from a match”

You needed to hear those words; your feelings were all over the place.

“y/nn why don’t you go back to your apartment and call her. I’ll explain everything to Jonatan so go back home and rest. If you miss one day of training nothing will happen. I’m sure that he will understand”

At that moment you couldn’t have been more grateful for Mapi.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

After your call with Leah you realized that Mapi was right. While it would be difficult to play against Leah you guys promised to give your best versions of yourselves against each other.

You were sitting in your living room still thinking about the draw when the sound of someone knocking on your door interrupted your thoughts.

You stood up and opened your door. It was Alexia.

“Hola y/n. Puedo pasar?” (Hi y/n may I come in?) She said with a soft voice.

As soon as she said those words you let her in.

“I don’t want to sound rude but what are you doing here Ale?”

“Well y/nn I just went to the store, and I brought popcorn and some ice cream. I was thinking that we could watch a movie to distract you for a while. What do you say y/nn?”

If after almost three months in Barcelona you hadn’t fallen in love with her, you just did. Usually, you were the one cheering up everyone else and not the other way around so, Alexia doing that for you just made your feelings for her grow even stronger.

“Let’s do it Ale”

While the movie was on you could help but to look down towards the Spaniard who was cuddling you. She felt you looking at her and then it finally happened.

You kissed her and she kissed back. You guys separated to breathe some air. You joined your foreheads and whispered “Let me take you out on a date Ale”

“Si, y/n” she whispered and gave you a kiss again.

You guys separated when you heard someone knocking on your door. You quickly fixed yourself and opened the door.

You couldn’t believe it, it was some of your teammates with Mapi at the front.

“y/n! We are having bonding time in your apartment so let us in”

She walked through your door and let herself and the team in.

You knew why Mapi was doing this. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to call someone as her your best friend.

“y/n is there something you want to tell us about Ale already being here?” She couldn’t help but to tease you while rising her eyebrow.

You never answered and just told them to sit down.

Barca was really your second family.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Arsenal vs Barcelona

How lucky were you. Your second Champions League game with Barcelona was going to be in the Emirates Stadium.

The team arrived to the stadium and everywhere you looked you couldn’t help but to remember everything you went through with Arsenal.

Before you knew it was time to line up in the tunnel. You greeted every single person of your former team. Finally, you reached the person next to Marta Torrejón and hugged her.

“Sis no matter the result nothing will affect our relationship. You are my sister, my best friend, and my twin. I love you y/n” Leah whispered

“Thanks Lee, I needed to hear those words sis. I love you sis”

You went back to your place and the teams walked out.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

You heard the final whistle and finally you could breathe.

Barcelona won 0-4 with you assisting Aitana and scoring the last goal in the 88th minute, taking home the player of the match award. Even if you assisted and scored you didn’t celebrate them, you couldn’t do it. You had too much respect and you were grateful towards Arsenal and the gunners for everything they did for you and your sister.

You walked towards Leah, you knew that losing was difficult for her so, you hugged her.

“Can we swap jerseys Lee?”

“Of course y/nn”

You took off your Barcelona’s jersey and she took off hers. She hugged you and whispered “I’m so proud of you sis, you are on the way of becoming one of the greatest to ever play this game.”

You guys decided to sit down in the middle of the pitch looking how fans were leaving and how both teams greeted each other. You couldn’t help but to rest your head on Leah’s shoulder taking everything in. You guys stayed there until Katie gave Leah a sign to stand up while Patri gave you a sign indicating that Barcelona was going back to their hotel.

While hugging for a final time that day Leah whispered “Next time you guys won’t be so lucky”

You laughed at her words as you knew that it was her competitive nature talking.

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[delusionalfanficwriter]

burn

“Y/N, we can’t discharge you until we know you are going to be taken care of at home. You can’t handle this by yourself.” Dr. Meed told me as I lay against the hospital bed. 

“Doc, all due respect, I can clean and change the bandages myself. There’s not need to worry anyone.” I try to convince him but I can see him not caving. 

“You’ve been here for almost 2 days and I am pretty sure you didn’t even tell anyone what happened. You don’t have a place to go to as far as I know. So I will not discharge you until I see someone in person who tells me that they will be there for you. You can be out as early as tomorrow morning.” I watch him say before making his way out of my room. I sigh and close my eyes knowing the repercussions if I make the inevitable call. Thinking strategically of a list of people, I figure out who I am going to call. 

As the phone rings, I come up with a script, but it all leaves my head when the voice on the other end answers. “What do I owe this pleasure, Y/N?” 

“Hey, O’Hara, just wondering what you are up to tomorrow?”

“Planning on getting a coffee and furniture shop for the apartment. Want to join? I haven’t seen you since our game a few days ago.”

“I would love to, but I have a favor to ask you.” 

“No, you can’t drive my car or go to the animal shelter. You remember how emotional you got leaving the animals behind.”

She’s not exaggerating and I laugh at the memories. “No, Kel, I actually need you to pick me up.”

“Obviously dummy. You don’t have a car,” 

“From a different location.”

“So secretive. Where is this location I am picking you up from?” She asks, fully curious as if I am giving her tea.

“The hospital downtown.”

“Y/N… why would I be picking you up from there?” I pick at the blanket laying on top of me. 

“Something happened and I ended up here but I am okay. I promise. They just won’t discharge me without confirming someone can come pick me up and care for me.”

“Y/N!!! Why didn’t you call me sooner? What happened? You know what, I am on the way. We will talk.” She frantically yells on the phone before hanging up. I close my eyes hoping to get some shut eye before she storms in here. I groan as I hear my phone constantly vibrate and see messages from both my Gotham FC teammates and USWNT asking what happened and if I am okay…I’m going to kill O’Hara.

A half hour passes and soon enough not only is Kelley coming through my door but Kristie, Ali, and Sonnet. 

“What happened?!” Ali asks, approaching carefully looking at any damage she might find.

“I’m okay. My apartment caught fire and I got burnt in the process, nothing crazy.” I act as if everything is fine.

“Nothing crazy?! Y/N, you have burns!” O’Hara whisper yells. 

“Wait, Y/N, when was this?” Kristie observed knowing well enough I hate bothering people. 

I bite my tongue and whisper, “2 days.” That’s when all hell broke loose. 

The hospital room was filled with a cacophony of concerned voices as Ali, Kristie, Sonnet, and Kelley vented their anger and frustration at the situation. I couldn't help but wince at the onslaught of their emotions, but their presence meant the world to me. They were like a protective shield, ready to battle any adversity, even against their teammate's stubbornness.

"Y/N, how could you not tell us?" Ali's eyes blazed with intensity, a reflection of her passion on the soccer field. "We're your teammates, your friends. You can't just hide something like this."

Sonnet's voice, though calmer, was no less concerned. "And now you're telling us it's 'nothing crazy' when you have burns from a house fire? But two days in a hospital is not nothing.”

As we continue going back and forth, Dr. Meed, returned to my room with a surprised look on his face. He had probably expected a more difficult situation based on our previous conversation.

"Y/N, it looks like you have a support system in place," he remarked, a hint of approval in his voice.

I nodded, feeling grateful for the incredible people who had come to my aid. "Yes, doctor. They're going to make sure I'm taken care of."

Dr. Meed assessed the room, noting the presence of Kelley, Ali, Kristie, and Sonnet. "Well, I believe we can arrange for your discharge tonight if you got this team to care for you. I can have the nurses prepare your medications and instructions. You'll need to follow up with your primary care physician within a week."

My heart swelled with relief at the news. I had been eager to leave the sterile environment of the hospital.

"Thank you, doctor," I said, genuinely appreciative.

Dr. Meed nodded and started discussing my care instructions with the group. They listened attentively, taking notes and asking questions to ensure they were fully prepared.

Kelley stepped forward and shook the doctor's hand. "We've got it from here, doc. Thanks for taking care of her."

The doctor smiled, his demeanor much lighter now. "You're welcome. And you take care of yourself, Y/N."

… … … … … … … … … … … … 

Kelley left me no choice but to move into her apartment until I recovered and since Sonnet was visiting her, they figured two pairs of eyes and hands were better than one when it came to me. They had a routine set from the moment I left the hospital and today is a new day. Teammates have been stopping by and visiting. I laughed and smiled through every encounter after I got a talking to about hiding my injuries. 

“Is Y/N getting a little tired?” Lynn said as I seem to be drifting off. 

“Seems like it. She has had a long first day out of the hospital.” Kelley says and excuses the company in the room and says goodbyes to them and I mutter a goodbye as well. As they leave, Sonnet gets a new set of bandages ready for my legs as Kelley gets my antibiotics and pain meds. 

Sonnet carefully peeled off the old bandages, her touch delicate but precise. The adhesive clung to my skin, making it an uncomfortable experience. As she pulled the bandages away, my breath caught in my throat, and I bit down on my lower lip to stifle any cries of pain. I could feel the slight tug and sting as the bandages left my raw, sensitive skin.

Kelley, sitting by my side, offered an empathetic smile. "We're almost through this part, Y/N," she assured me, her fingers lightly tracing circles on my forearm.

Sonnet continued her work, unwrapping each bandage with the utmost care. Her face was a mix of concentration and sympathy as she revealed the burns on my legs. When the fresh bandages came into contact with my wounded skin, a sharp wave of pain coursed through me, causing me to clench my fists tightly.

"Easy, Y/N," Kelley murmured soothingly, her hand slipping into mine and offering a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing great."

Sonnet nodded in agreement, her expression filled with understanding. "We're trying to be as gentle as possible, but I know it's still painful. Just a bit more, okay?"

I mustered a nod, grateful for their presence. The pain was a reminder of the challenging journey I was on, but the unwavering support of my teammates made it bearable. Sonnet continued her task, her movements swift and precise.

Once the bandage change was complete, Kelley handed me the antibiotics and pain medications. She watched me closely as I swallowed the pills, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and care.

As I leaned back against the pillows, Kelley and Sonnet took their seats beside me.

Fatigue threatened to overtake me, I clenched my eyes shut, resisting the pull of sleep. I knew that once I closed my eyes, the nightmares would return, vivid and tormenting. The darkness had become my enemy, and my reluctance to face it was exhausting.

Kelley noticed my struggle and squeezed my shoulder gently. "Y/N, you need to get some rest," she whispered, her voice filled with concern.

I nodded, my lips forming a weak smile. "I know, Kel. It's just... the nightmares. I can't handle them."

Sonnet shifted closer, her touch soft and reassuring. "We won’t leave your side, Y/N.”

Despite their comforting words, the fear of what awaited in my dreams persisted. The mere thought of reliving the traumatic experience made my heart race. I bit my lip, fighting back the anxiety that threatened to consume me.

Kelley's fingers brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, and her gaze met mine. "Y/N, you're not alone in this. We'll be here to wake you up if those nightmares come knocking. But you need sleep, okay? You've been through so much."

I nodded, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. The room seemed to blur as my eyelids drooped. Sonnet's hand still rested on my knee, and she leaned in, her voice a soothing lullaby. "Close your eyes, Y/N.”

As much as I resisted, I couldn't hold onto consciousness any longer. My eyes closed, and I was plunged into the unsettling abyss of sleep.

[ametrinearrows]

Hurt

In the world of WWE, Shawn Michaels and YN YLN were more than just colleagues; they were the best of friends. Their camaraderie was legendary backstage, where they’d often share stories, jokes, and the occasional friendly competition. However, life on the road had its toll, and their paths hadn’t crossed in a while.

As the cheers of the crowd resonated through the arena, Shawn Michaels stepped into the ring to face his eternal rival, the Undertaker. The match was intense, each move executed with precision, and the audience was on the edge of their seats. But as fate would have it, a risky maneuver left Shawn clutching his back in pain. The match continued, but the damage was done.

Meanwhile, Triple H watched from the sidelines, his concern growing with every painful expression on Shawn’s face. As the match concluded, Triple H rushed to the locker room, his heart heavy with worry. He knew there was only one person who could bring solace to Shawn in times like this—YN YLN.

Triple H burst into YN’s locker room, his voice slightly frantic. “YN, you need to know. Shawn’s hurt, really hurt.”

YN’s eyes widened with shock, her concern mirroring Triple H’s urgency. “What? How bad is it?”

Triple H took a deep breath, his voice softening as he spoke. “He took quite a beating from the Undertaker. He’s hurt, but I know he’d feel better if you were there.”

YN’s heart raced as memories of their shared moments flooded her mind. Without a second thought, she hurriedly got up, her determination shining in her eyes. “I’m coming.”

She followed Triple H to Shawn’s locker room, where he was nursing his injuries. The pain was evident on his face, but his eyes lit up when he saw YN standing there. A mix of surprise and relief washed over him.

“YN,” Shawn whispered, his voice strained. “I didn’t expect…”

YN approached him with a gentle smile, her presence calming the room. “I heard what happened. Are you okay?”

Shawn managed a weak chuckle. “I’ll live, thanks to you guys watching my back.”

Triple H nodded in agreement. “He’s right. We’re a team, always looking out for each other.”

YN’s gaze never left Shawn’s. “You scared me, you know. You can’t just go getting hurt like this.”

Shawn grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Sorry to cause a fuss.”

YN’s expression softened. “Just promise me you’ll take it easy and let yourself heal.”

Shawn reached out and gently squeezed YN’s hand. “I promise.”

With a determined look, YN offered her support. “Alright, big guy, time for me to take care of you. Let’s get you home and on the mend.”

Triple H helped Shawn to his feet, and together they made their way to YN’s car. The journey to Shawn’s place was filled with lighthearted banter and reminiscing about their adventures together. Despite the pain he was in, Shawn couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity and warmth of their friendship.

Once they arrived at Shawn’s home, YN carefully guided him inside, making sure he was as comfortable as possible. She prepared a cozy space on the couch with pillows and blankets, ensuring he had everything he needed within reach.

“Here’s the remote, some water, and I’ll grab some painkillers,” YN said, moving around the living room with an air of practiced care.

Shawn chuckled softly. “Feels like old times, you taking care of me.”

YN handed him the painkillers with a playful roll of her eyes. “Don’t get used to it. You’re lucky this time.”

Over the next few days, YN became Shawn’s steadfast companion. She cooked his favorite meals, made sure he took his medication, and provided a listening ear whenever he needed to vent about the frustrations of being sidelined. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, a mix of laughter, reminiscing, and supportive words.

As Shawn’s injuries slowly improved, YN also found creative ways to keep him entertained without pushing his body too hard. They watched classic wrestling matches, played video games, and even attempted to recreate some of their favorite wrestling moves (with Shawn’s movements limited, of course).

One evening, as the sun set outside, casting a warm glow in the room, Shawn looked at YN with gratitude in his eyes. “You’ve made this recovery feel a lot less lonely.”

YN smiled back, her gaze soft. “That’s what friends are for, Shawn. I could never stop caring.”

Weeks went by, and Shawn’s injuries began to heal, thanks in no small part to YN’s dedicated care. As he regained his strength, they decided it was time for him to step back into the ring. YN stood by his side, cheering him on from the sidelines during his training sessions.

On the day of his comeback match, Shawn’s nerves were palpable. YN, however, exuded confidence. “You’ve got this. Just remember, I’ll be cheering the loudest.”

As Shawn’s music blared through the arena, he walked out with newfound determination. The match was fierce, but Shawn’s spirit was unbreakable. With each move he executed, he could almost feel YN’s unwavering support propelling him forward.

After the match, victorious and exhausted, Shawn made his way backstage to find YN waiting for him with a triumphant grin. “See? I told you that you had it in you.”

Shawn chuckled, a mix of relief and pride in his eyes. “Couldn’t have done it without you, YN.”

[bun-z-bakery]

A/N: Sorry for not reposting guys! I'm still sick and I've been a bit busy 😭 but I have time today so ima do my best to repost more while it's still early :3!

I Found You (4)

In a blink of an eye, the porcelain doll vanishes. You look around frantically, preparing yourself to fight, but nothing appears. You take a deep breath and make your way to where you came from. "It's blocked?!" Something or someone decided it would be funny to block your only exit. Examining the room, you realize the wardrobe has been moved, and behind it was a door! You close your eyes.

"Please take me out of this cursed place" you whisper to yourself, closing you eyes as you open the door.

Opening your eyes, you find another creepy hallway. You could've sworn you heard whispers as you you continue on, looking away or ignoring the bloody toys on the ground. It took a while, but you finally managed to get into the only room that might lead somewhere. You opened the red door, revealing an office.

"The only other decent-looking place in this dump." You mutter to yourself, analyzing the office for anything useful, until you notice there is light coming from behind what you assume to be a vent. You use your grab pack to pull open the vent cover

It was already loose?

You furrowed your brows at the thought then made your way through the vent.

Suddenly, you let out a gasp as you remembered "that doll!"

You exclaimed to yourself; she didn't try to kill you, but now that you were worried about this new possible threat lurking around, you had to get out of here and FAST! The vent led to another room; this time it wasn't so pleasant. You look around for any exits, but–

*crash*

you jump and look towards the sound. "Oops!"

It was that little doll.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,"

she continued. You feel your anxiety fading.

"I was just trying to get the power back on, here!" You stay quiet as she moves out of the way, and quickly you realize whats needed to be done. She seems nice, but you can't let your guard down. For now, you'll just do as she says; she wants the same thing you do. To leave this place and by the looks of it she's been here longer than you have.

Your nerves prevented you from speaking to her; you've only been able to let out a weak chuckle or a smile.

Pathetic

you reprimanded yourself

it's just a living, walking, breathing, talking doll; what real damage can she actually do?

You sarcastically scold yourself.

Finally you make it to your destination. There she stood in front of a large hole, and you finally spoke up.

"What's with this place?" You asked, and she turned to look at you and replied, "Listen, I'm going to need you to trust me–" Before you could register what was going on, she was gone! Her screams faded as something pulled her into that hole. "NO!!" you shouted as your body reacted on its own, jumping down after her.

This has to be where I die!

you thought as you hold onto yourself as you fell. Your eyes shut tight and your body feels light as you continue to plummet down the dark hole, but the motion suddenly stops.

"Wait what?"

You whisper as you slowly open your eyes, fully expecting to be dead

"OH COME ON!" you shout.

The frustration overpowered the terror you felt; you just wanted to go home.

In your head, you run through a list of people you might've wronged during your life. Surely this is a punishment, right?

Well, there was that one time where–

"A new playmate!" You're instantly brought back to the present as you freeze upon hearing an unfamiliar voice. Your stomach drops once you realize the voice is coming from above you.

"Isn't this exciting poppy?"

That thing was absolutely terrifying, and she had her! She had the little doll in her hand!

"Very exciting, mommy!"

She said in a mocking voice, Poppy looked so annoyed. That weird spider creature made her threats crystal clear. Play her game, survive, get the train code, and leave! Easy right? You shudder as you remember her last words before she vanished.

"Obey the rules, or I'll tear you apart and eat your insides while you're still alive."

You managed to get this far; what will an extra push hurt? Plus, you've got someone who needs saving.

"All this just for a train code," you muttered as you continued. You managed to keep yourself at bay with some stale snacks and drinks you found from vending machines you raided. All this physical and mental work will surely take a toll on you soon; you just hope it's when you finally find a place to safely rest.

Entering a new area, you notice the platform in the center. You walk towards it when suddenly bright lights illuminate the area.

"Welcome to musical memory!"

The recorded voice explains the instructions. "Pfft easy!"

You blurt out once the recording is finished,

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you~" She's here, and your cocky smile vanishes instantly.

"Oh, isn't it amazing? Mommy hasn't seen this place up and running in years!~" You hated her voice and how condescending she sounded.

"Mommy can only imagine how excited Bunzo must be.~"

Bunzo? Another threat... Great

You try to remember if you've seen this character before.

"It's been such a long time since he's been able to play.~"

It's a memory game in a children's factory; how hard can it be?

"To cheer."

I got this!

you nodded to yourself

"To eat." you swiftly look at her.

"To what?!" Your eyes widen.

The sound of cymbals clashing from above fills your ears.

"Oh! That's the dinner bell! Good luck.~" Her voice angers you, making you determined to win her game just to piss her off.

‧₊ ๑˚.・

For a second, everything feels like it's frozen in time. You pant, a smile creeping up on your face after realizing you're the victor.

"Oh. It broke. That's no fun..." You look up at her from behind the glass.

"I win; give me the code," you spat bitterly. "For doing such a splendid job, Mommy has decided to give you part of the code for the train. Look up. Take it."

Your jaw drops as you feel anger rising once again. "Part?!"

You yell at her as if she cares

"That wasn't THE DEAL!"

You bark, only to be greeted by momentary silence

"Mommy was hoping the game could last a little longer. It's ok though. Mommy knows other ways to play with you."

She slips away into the darkness, and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Not only did you come out as the winner, but now you have someone to piss off for fun.

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere alphabet for Ghostface from Scream, please? Preferably for Billy specifically if that info is needed, thank you!

Sure I can! Been awhile since I saw Scream so I am trying my best to pull him from memory. Aged up as usual.

Alphabet Found Here

Yandere Alphabet - Billy Loomis

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Deception, Sadism, Knife kink, Blood kink, Kidnapping, Toxic themes, Forced relationship, Dehumanization, Licking blood mention, Torture mention, Isolation, Murder, Jealousy, Stalking.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Billy has the ability to at least pretend to be a loving boyfriend. As just Billy, he'd give you the usual hugs, cuddles, and kisses. He plays the role of your protective boyfriend and promises to be the best for you.

In the movies he resorted to thrill killing due to Sidney's family pulling his apart. To gain that sadistic yandere behavior let's say your relationship takes place in an AU after Sidney.

In this case he's still playing the Ghostface persona. He'll say you're his favorite victim and stalk you, wanting to drag his knife across your skin. As Ghostface, he uses his torment towards you to give into his knife play and blood kink (In my eyes, most if not all Ghostface killers have it).

Although as Ghostface he may also cuddle/straddle you, it's very forced- If you're smart you can tell it feels familiar.

Billy would be pretty intense with his behavior towards you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Oh extremely. As Ghostface he'd be covered in blood for you. I'm also convinced he has a blood kink.

Pretending to be your innocent boyfriend, however? He'd pretend that he hates the idea of blood in front of you. In reality, he loves it.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Billy would totally mock you. I think according to my memory, he mocked Sidney in the movie? He'd abduct you and trap you in a basement, teasing and taunting you about it the whole time.

Now it's just you and him, the act is finished, now the real fun begins.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Most likely, yes. He's a sadistic sociopath, of course he'll do anything to make you cry and scream. He finds it entertaining.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He isn't a very vulnerable yandere. His broken mental state doesn't make him show much in terms of emotions unless he's faking it now.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

It's amusing but he'll quickly tire of it. It's funny for a little bit, he likes to make you think you can fight against him. But when you start actually hurting him, he's annoyed and shuts it down.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Yes. Chasing you down, sadistically acting desires out on you, it's all a game. He'd enjoy watching you escape but he knows when it's time to put his toys away. He'll drag you back when he feels it's time.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Really with Billy... you could pick anything. I'd probably have to say the first time he abducts you, honestly. Because then everyone thinks you're dead and he's just... unpredictable. But really any of his little visits as Ghostface would be bad too.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He hasn't really thought of it. Perhaps there was once a time he considered marriage. Now? Well, now he just wants to keep you around to play with. A little doll for him to vent his frustrations about the world to, in anyway he feels.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes and he will lash out. He'll stalk your friends and family and won't mind putting an end to them if it means keeping you to himself. It's best not to make him jealous in the end.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He'd start off as your typical boyfriend then slowly become more sadistic towards you, ever so slightly dropping his act. Other times, Billy will wear the Ghostface persona and stalk you like another victim.

As Ghostface he'd also make you bleed with his knife, lapping at the blood softly as he hears your whimpers.

He plays two personas with you. The sweet boyfriend who'd protect you and the crazed psycho who would hurt you. Soon you can't tell the difference.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

At first you two were probably both seniors in high school and started a relationship. After that he begins stalking you until he's situated in your life. Then he begins his act as both protector and tormentor.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Well, yeah I'd say so. He plays two different people, changing roles when he feel he needs to.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Lots of isolation/torture by his knife. Cause him pain and he'll cause you pain. He may even kill you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

As many as he feels he needs to in the end.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He has patience in the start with stalking you, but once he has you there's a limit.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Yeah, he most likely would.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Nope and nope.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His relationship with Sidney's family most likely started it.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He finds it amusing, your attempts are cute.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He has a knife and blood kink, he's also a sociopathic serial killer. I think those count.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Sudden bursts of affection like kissing? Even then he'd probably never let you leave.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He isn't really a worship yandere. He'll just take you instead of winning you over. When he's still pretending, however, he'd do anything to keep up the facade.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He could stalk you for months, but he'll hit a limit before he feels he needs to do something.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes.

[channieandhisgoonsquad]

I refuse to be horny by myself, so

I can't stop imagining that Han Jisung is the type of being a complete beast on bed when he's on his dom mode, but a total sweatheart the morning after, shy but also proud of what he did. He'll leave you unable to walk or even move properly, and when you wake up, he's playing some games on his phone and showing you "babe look, I scored my record!" all smiley and cute, and you're just fucking confused.

But now seriously, imagine waking up to this gorgeous man by your side after a night of rough fucking. He's nakes, sheets covering him only to his waist, and you find him typing some stuff on his laptop. When he notices you're awake, he smiles softly at your sleepy state and moves a hand to caress your head, pulling you closer to his lap. He'll turn his head ocassionaly to kiss you, and if you play your cards right, he'll drop the laptop to spend the moment cuddling you maybe eating you out as a good morning snack

✨No one can convince me otherwise.✨

I believe full that Han has his nights where he just ends up fucking the shit out of you repeatedly.

Maybe he had a rough night at the JYPE building? He couldn’t figure out how to end that chorus or he just couldn’t seem to get the choreography down the way DanceRacha wanted him to do it. So, his frustration has been building since it happened.

Hannie🐿️: “Babe, I’m coming home, but I’m not in a great mood, so I won’t be great company.”

You: “Pishposh! You’re always my favorite company!”

Hannie🐿️: “I don’t know what that word is, but know that you’re my favorite person 🥹”

You start ordering a cheesecake from his favorite place and begin preparing a delicious meal and his favorite movie.

He comes home and starts venting to you about what’s ailing him. He’s so frustrated while consuming his cheesecake and professing his love to you for the billionth time, that you actually came up with the idea.

“Ji, I think you need to fuck the frustration out of you. If four of your favorite things didn’t help, we need to take it to that next level.”

The man began blushing, remembering the last time he unleashed his full dominant side on you. But alas, he gulped down the last of the cake and pulled your wrist into the bedroom without a word.

You yanked out the black box of toys for him and gave him free reign on your body; you regret nothing.

You don’t regret letting him squeeze your neck from the sides while he fucked your throat with his massive cock.

You don’t regret allowing him to work your asshole open more, using a size bigger than last time and almost allowing him access, but not quite.

You don’t regret promoting the idea of typing you up and the temperature play idea. Being left squirming while he released some hot wax on one nipple while the other he held an ice cube too.

You don’t regret the riding crop you purchased being used on most of your torso and ass cheeks.

You especially don’t regret letting him pound into you for hours while he posed you in every crazy way his creative mind conjured up.

Everything was amazing and he was always using the traffic light system the entire time. No need for you to pull out the red light (stop) at any moment. He was perfect and he kept reminding you that in his eyes, you were his queen. His filthy, slutty, whore of a queen.

And yeah… he forgot the morning after how rough he went on you.

He was back to being his bubbly and amusing little squirrelly self. But as you huffed from the bruises on your whole body, he realized how much his efforts had really affected you.

That smile and adoration never left your face for a second though. “Y/n, I don’t know how you put up with me. But thank you for always being there for me. I love you and owe everything to you.”

Spooky pookies: @sweetracha @moonlightndaydreams @lyramundana @2chopsticks2eyes

[sweet-heart-jack]

Jake peralta x reader requests? Girl I have SO MANY ideas for this, like I daydream about that man basically 24/7 (it’s a problem 😅) anyways if it’s cool with you I’ll just list out a few thoughts and if anything gives you inspiration to write then please do! If not then no worries just lemme vent out all my silly romantic frustrations 😅 sorry this is long and btw anytime I say reader this goes for plus size reader or however you wanna write the reader, I’m a plus size girl myself but I don’t mind it’s up to you!

1, Jake & reader have a series of bets (sorry Amy, I’m taking your man & his games!) like reader bets Jake can’t go a week without sugar/coffee, Jake bets reader she can’t take something out of holts office without him noticing etc ect.

2, elevator make outs!! (This could build on the bets like in relationship Jake & reader have bets on how long they can kiss in the elevator without getting caught, or they have a no kissing rule at work that one of them breaks in the elevator!)

3, reader is a barista in a little cafe/bakery place and Jake comes in, she thinks he’s cute so she gives him a free pastry and flirting happens! This occurs over several weeks until reader gets in trouble with her boss and Jake overhears then offers to take reader on an actual dinner date to pay back all his freebie’s (and because he likes her obviously 😂)

4, reader teaches Jake how to cook, lots of mess & failed attempts happen but also it’s flirty & fun! Kitchen kisses 😘 (I am yearning!!)

5, reader is a prosecutor working a case with Jake, as they go over evidence they develop a mutual respect & attraction that ends up flirty & either Jake kisses reader for luck before she goes to court or after winning the case reader kisses Jake to celebrate!

6, reader is coming over to Jakes appartement for the first time and the squad makes him paranoid about her hating his messy place so he tries desperately to tidy up but struggles & gets stressed but when reader comes over early and sees him spiralling she settles him down and says she’s not bothered by his mess, she knows him and loves him regardless! Maybe also offers to help sort out a few things with him (*cough cough* mail tub)

7, reader is harassed/bullied on the street (or in another precinct as a new detective) and Jake sees & goes hard defending her! (I love it when jakes gets angry and protective)

8, insecure reader and/or insecure Jake. Both have a hard day and don’t feel great about themselves but when the other sees them upset they immediately go to cheer them up, showering them in love & compliments and they end up cuddling 🥰 ik this is vague but just comforting vibes are needed!

9, Mafia Jake.. does anything! I’m obsessed with him in this era and there is barely anything about him 😭 reader could be his fbi contact who helps him with his new role, or in adjusting back to normal life after the case is done (also in getting over Amy, sorry again girl but how tf could you let this man go?!) OR reader is in the Ianucci (idk how to spell 😅) family but wants out/isn’t a criminal and so Jake helps her, or is assigned by the family to protect her, or she’s a rival and Jake has to intimidate her but they end up flirting! Sorry that one has so many alternatives but my god the world needs more of mafia Jake!!

So sorry this is super long & weird 😅 I have more but didn’t wanna be extra annoying 😂 again feel free to do whatever you want with these prompts! Hope you have fun writing and much love to you 😊❤️

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK. I think I'll work on one for right now but I'll also work on the others soon because all of these are so amazing

Also if you ever wanna talk about Jake I'm here I could always use a Jake/Brooklyn nine-nine friend

[my-head-is-an-animal]

It's Not A Game If It's Real

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Orson Krennic x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut

Chapter 2

Orson watched you carefully, that perfume you wore was unmistakable, he’d spent the better part of an evening inhaling it like it was the only breathable air in the room, he wouldn’t mistake it again.

     He’d awoken to find his bed empty, although unsurprised, Orson felt a pang of disappointment, he would have loved the sight of you first thing in the morning, igniting his every sense yet again.

     He stood behind you and saw the small mark peaking just above your collar, the one he had placed there. He hadn’t realised at the time how big it was, but then he was a little distracted.

     Orson could tell that you were mortified, but it was everything in his power to stop himself from laughing. The chances could not have been slimmer that he would ever run into you again. This was just a farce, and one he was enjoying immeasurably.

     The first meeting between the department heads would be a short one, it usually was, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from you. Even without the dress, you were stunning. Your eyes flickered over your work, the way you wetted your lips occasionally, and the professional manner in which you conducted yourself when being spoken to. But always the hint of what was beneath the surface; desire, passion and a wicked playfulness that would disarm any man at every turn.

     Once it was over, he noticed you breathing deeply and steadily. He needed to speak to you sooner rather than later.

     ‘Colonel Sarlin.’ Orson kept his voice steady, trying not to startle you in front of your peers, who were making their way out of the conference room. ‘I read your report on the new weapons system you’re researching. You’re looking into Kyber crystals?’

     You cleared your throat, much to his delight. ‘Yes, sir.’ Keeping it professional while there were still people around was probably a good idea.

     Your whole demeanour was different, the confidence you’d shown the night before was disappearing quickly and Orson didn’t want you to think the worst.

     Finally, everyone was gone and it was just the two of you left.

     ‘Kaida,’ he said gently, feeling himself softening. He suddenly couldn’t help but laugh, easing your tension immediately.

     ‘Well, I’m glad you find this funny.’ You sighed, finally letting go of the professional façade you had. ‘I’m fucking mortified, if I’d known who you were-‘

     ‘You wouldn’t have asked me to fuck you like I meant it?’ Orson tried to stop laughing.

     ‘Oh my god.’ Your hands went straight to your temples.

     Orson only stopped laughing when it was clear you were about to have a full on panic attack.

     ‘Kaida, just breathe.’ He said, with a slightly more serious tone, gently placing his hand on your upper arm. ‘Nice and deep, slowly. Just breathe. Everything will be fine.’

     ‘How can you say that?!’ You hissed. ‘I slept with my boss, and we did… oh my god, the things we did.’ You began pacing.

     ‘Tremendously memorable, if you ask me.’

     ‘Well, I’m not asking.’ You hissed again. ‘Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t be talking to you like this. Fuck!’

     Orson leaned back against the table, still smiling at you and thinking this was just hilarious. He let you have a moment to panic before speaking again.

     ‘Would it help if I told you that what we did will not affect your position here?’ He offered. ‘I won’t hold it against you, I won’t treat you any differently or expect anything of you. What I said last night still stands, I will not pressure you into anything you don’t want to do… well, apart from where deadlines are concerned.’

     You shrugged, agreeing that was probably inevitable.

     ‘You feel better now? Or would you like to vent your frustrations another way?’

     Your head snapped around to Orson and he couldn’t deny a part of him was very intimidated.

     ‘I’m joking,’ he said, standing back up straight and almost backing away. ‘I’m joking, obviously.’

     ‘You had better be.’ You said, but once again hated it. ‘Oh god, I should be more respectful than this, I can’t just talk to you like I did last night.’

     ‘Certainly not in front of company… although I seem to remember-‘

     ‘Don’t!’ You snapped, seriously. Orson couldn’t help but laugh, easing your fears once again.

     ‘Okay, I’m sorry. If you’d like we can talk about this, I’m free tonight, if you are?’ He offered, but your suspicious gaze had him realising that the woman he met last night was a rare sight indeed. You just weren’t the confident, sexy, beautiful woman he’d spent hours fucking, at least not all the time, but something inside him wanted to see her again, he wanted to see the beauty you could be. ‘I’m not trying to insinuate anything, I’m not pressuring you into anything, but more suggesting it might be good for us to assess where we are and how we move forward.’

     Orson watched you thinking for a moment, nodding to yourself. ‘Yeah, yeah, I think that’s a good idea.’

     ‘Good.’ Orson gave a brief nod. ‘In that case, good day to you, Colonel Sarlin.’

     ‘And you, Director Krennic.’

     Something about the way you said it had Orson thinking on how much he’d like to hear you whispering it to him whilst in the privacy of his office. How beautiful could he make you feel once again?

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You managed to find your office and set up your things ready to work on your research into the Kyber crystals.

     There was a lot to do and for the longest time you had been looking forward to impressing your new boss with your findings, but things were… slightly more complicated now.

     You spent most of the day trying not to get distracted.

In your head you kept getting Orson and Director Krennic mixed up. Orson was the man who’d made you feel so beautiful you thought you’d die of too much pleasure. Director Krennic was a man with a reputation for being difficult to please, uptight and not one for dishing out sympathy at the best of times.

     It didn’t seem possible that the man you’d met the previous night was an unreasonable man, however, you barely knew him.

     ‘Colonel Sarlin?’ A voice came from the door.

     ‘Yes?’ You looked up to see the Director himself standing in your doorway.

     You checked the time, having found that it was well into the evening and you’d completely lost track of time.

      ‘Shit!’ You hissed, standing to attention. ‘Apologies, Director, I lost track of time.’

     Orson smirked just a little, stepping all the way into your office and allowing the door to close behind him.

     ‘That’s alright, I’m early anyway.’ He said, his voice hitting that gorgeous depth that had you so sucked in the previous night. ‘You don’t have to stand to attention when we're alone, I’m not going to hold it against you.’ You frowned for a moment. ‘I have to say, I was incredibly impressed with your research, I do hope we can find a proper use for it.’

     ‘Yes, sir.’ You nodded, swallowing nervously. ‘Really?’

     ‘You sound surprised.’

     ‘Well, I… yes, well, no sir.’

     That crystal gaze had you rooted to the spot, unsure of how to present yourself in his presence anymore. You knew Orson could sense your tension as he stepped towards you slowly.

     ‘We should talk more about it tomorrow once you’ve had a chance to rest.’ He spoke quietly, but always with that smirk. ‘For now, why don’t we take this conversation somewhere more private?’ You were about to speak when he held his hand up to stop. ‘My statement still stands, Kaida. I’m not here to make things difficult, but we do need to clear the air and I’d rather do so somewhere we can speak more freely.’

     He was referring to your quarters which had no monitoring devices of any kind, standard for someone in your position. Your office had a camera, but Orson and a couple of security officers were the only ones with access to the feeds. Again, standard.

     ‘Of course, this way.’ You nodded, picking up your datapad and heading through the door that adjoined your office.

     You hadn’t had a chance to unpack yet, having dumped your things in the middle of the floor, and heading straight for the meeting that afternoon. It was sparse and basic, open plan with a small living area and a bed that sat to one side. Your bathroom was the only thing closed off, everything else was basically like a studio flat, but there was something quite charming about it.

     You quickly moved your bags away from the door, bending over and feeling Orson stop before walking into you.

     ‘You should unpack as soon as you can.’ Orson smirked once again, why did he have to look so good when he did that? ‘We find that officers who feel settled in their personal space, settle into their work more easily.’

     ‘I just didn’t have the chance, sir.’ You said, taking a deep breath and stepping into your space that still didn’t quite feel like your own yet.

     ‘Kaida,’ Orson spoke softly behind you. ‘You can drop the “sir” for now. I know that you must feel somewhat embarrassed, maybe even uncomfortable with what happened last night, but your research is the reason you’re here, it’s essential to my latest design, I need you focused on that.’

     ‘I know.’ You found yourself whispering. ‘It’s just that…’

     ‘Please speak freely.’ He coaxed. ‘You weren’t afraid to last night.’

     ‘That was different.’ You turned to face Orson, realising he was much close than you realised, that crystal blue gaze taking all of you in once again. ‘I was just… I didn’t think it would… it was just a game with a stranger.’

     ‘I understand.’ Orson nodded, folding his hands behind his back and taking another step close to you, you could smell the freshly cleaned white uniform he wore. ‘We all need a moment to be our true selves and finding someone to indulge with us is a privilege scarcely earned.’

     ‘But that’s not me.’ You half laughed. ‘I’m not that person. I don’t ask for things like that, it’s just…’

     ‘Selfish?’

     ‘Yes!’

     ‘Kaida,’ it was Orson’s turn to chuckle. ‘You’re allowed to be selfish, especially when playing a game for a night. You wanted to feel how beautiful you are and why shouldn’t you ask for it? As far as you were concerned, I wasn’t anyone important. But please don’t feel embarrassed about any of it. Speaking as the man you met last night, it was my pleasure as much as yours.’

     You watched him for a moment or two, wondering who exactly this man was now. ‘You know they all say you’re uptight.’

     ‘Do they?’ Orson smirked, like he already knew. ‘And what do you think?’

     You thought for a moment. ‘I think the man I met last night… honestly?’

     ‘It would be appreciated.’ Orson nodded.

     ‘When I got back to my room, I thought about how I was glad to have met you.’

     You watched Orson take another step towards you, that smirk of suspicion plain to see. ‘Is that it?’ You frowned. ‘Seems like quite a plain thing to say after the things we did.’

     At least he was still able to make you laugh.

     ‘Kaida,’ he said, gently. ‘Putting our professional positions to one side for a moment… I am glad to have seen that part of you. Something tells me you’re not exactly one for spontaneous nights spent with strangers.’

     ‘No.’ You chuckled. ‘Not at all.’

     Orson nodded, you caught the small bite of his lower lip, before clearing his throat. ‘Well…’ neither of you were quite sure of the end of the sentence, but Orson somehow managed to turn everything around. ‘I will repeat what I said earlier: this won’t compromise your position, it was simply a coincidence and I’m sure we’re grown up enough to put it to one side. Besides, I can’t afford to lose you on this project.’ You frowned again. ‘I told you, the infamous Colonel Sarlin and her Kyber Crystal research is of vital importance. I don’t want to make things awkward for you, so it would be better for us both if we could agree to put everything behind us.’

     ‘Agreed.’ You nodded, smiling. ‘I want to be here and to continue my research. Putting this behind us seems like the most adult thing to do.’

     ‘Good.’ Something about his clenched jaw caught your eye, but you dismissed it as soon as you thought it could be anything other than awkwardness. ‘In that case, I’ll be going. I’ll see you tomorrow at our first briefing?’

     ‘Of course.’

     It was a few seconds before Orson went to leave, but there was still one thing left to say. You stepped closer to stop him from leaving.

     ‘Orson,’ you said, making him turn around. ‘I just… sorry…’

     ‘What is it?’ He asked, gently. ‘You might not get another chance to say it if it’s personal.’ He coaxed you.

     ‘Look, I just wanted to say… on a personal level…’ you could feel the warmth flooding your body once again. ‘Thank you for letting me have a night for myself.’ You swallowed, watching his crystal gaze soften almost entirely. ‘It’s not often I feel particularly beautiful in any sense, so… thank you for bringing that out of me, it meant a lot… even if it was just a game.’

     Orson didn’t take his eyes away from you for a moment, somehow they sucked you in and suddenly you could feel those warm lips pressing against yours once again. He gently sucked your lower lip, making you groan into a deeper kiss. Orson’s hands cradled your face, his fingers sliding gently down your throat, making you gasp out and feel his smile against your mouth.

     Your hands found the buttons of his pristine white uniform and began unbuttoning frantically. Fuck, you wanted to feel that warm skin against yours again.

     Orson helped to shake off his jacket, revealing his bare chest, his hands delving into your hair, unpinning it from the tight bun that was, again, standard for your working life. The second your hair cascaded down, Orson groaned, firmly pinning you to the wall beside your bed. You felt his hips pushing into you slowly, just enough that you could feel him through his trousers.

     You could feel his lean waist under your hands, the softness of his skin, igniting your desires once more.

     Orson suddenly grabbed your wrists, smiling against your lips, he brought them above your head, holding them with one hand and began unbuttoning your own jacket with the other. His mouth moved to your neck, sucking the sensitive skin and gently biting to make you sigh out close to his ear.

     Orson growled into your chest as his mouth began descending down between your breasts, letting your wrists go so that you could feel his skin, his lean body, his soft hair.

     He didn’t wait another moment, stripping your jacket off and throwing it somewhere behind him, before making quick work of your trousers and returning to plant a hungry kiss to your mouth.

     ‘Kaida,’ he gasped. ‘Tell me how you want to be fucked.’

     The request on it’s own was enough to sent hot bolts through your core.

     ‘Right here.’ You needed him. You held onto his shoulders, giving into the deep kiss once again, fuck it was good. ‘Fuck me right here, Orson, please.’

     He let out a dark chuckle and you heard his belt suddenly unbuckling and hitting the floor. Orson brought your leg to sit over his hip, pulling your underwear to one side, and in one gloriously swift motion, he thrust all the way inside of you.

     You head stretched back at the feeling, your back arching as much as the wall behind you would allow for. Orson groan vibrated through your neck as he began gently biting at the sensitive skin, making you cry out with laughter at how good it felt to feel him once again.

     ‘That’s it, darling.’ He growled. ‘Just enjoy it.’

     Orson’s fingers slid between you and found your clit, he knew how to make you come, so there really was nothing left to do but enjoy it. Your nails dug into his shoulders the closer you got to coming, but it only spurred Orson on that much more.

     ‘Come on, darling,’ he panted, his hip thrusting at just the right pace. ‘Let me see how beautiful you really are. Come for me. Just for me.’

     The possession was what struck you down, the idea of existing only to be pleased by a man who clearly loved the way you looked when you came, was to die for.

     ‘Fuck, yes, Orson!’ You cried, holding tighter onto him.

     ‘Good girl.’ He smiled into another firm kiss, but he didn’t stop fucking you, in fact he removed his hand from between your bodies, only to slide it under your other leg and lift you around his waist. ‘God, yes!’ He groaned, kissing and biting your chest and neck. ‘That’s it, darling.’

     ‘God, Orson,’ you panted. ‘Harder, please.’

     He chuckled at you begging for more, but not once did he stop. Orson thrust deeper and firmer, giving you exactly what you asked for, encouraging you to take him for as long as you could.

     ‘Fuck, I’m gonna come, darling.’ Orson finally gasped, his thrusts quicker momentarily before he moaned out your name, saying it over and over again like it was the only thing he knew how to say anymore.

     You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at how good it felt to be a part of him once more.

     Orson allowed you both a moment or two to calm down before the reality of what had happened hit you.

Orson felt you tensing, he gently pulled away from your neck, kissing your temple softly and inhaling deeply.

     ‘It’s just a game, Kaida.’ He whispered. ‘It’s okay to play once in a while.’

     ‘Yeah.’ You panted, still unsure of what exactly possessed you to sleep with your boss again. ‘I don’t suppose the air is that much clearer.’

     Orson chuckled against your hair in a really rather domestic way. ‘No… or yes.’

     ‘What do you mean?’

     Orson gently pulled back a little more. ‘What if…’ his soft gaze traced over your face. ‘What if we keep playing?’ You frowned. ‘We’re adults, we have needs and it seems like we can satisfy them for each other… quite well if you ask me. What if we play this game every once in a while? No one has to know, as long as we maintain professional conduct in front of others. There’s no harm in it.’

     You thought for a moment. ‘The irony of you asking me that whilst you’re still inside me.’ You rolled your eyes, making him laugh.

     Orson eased out of you finally, leaving you feeling a little emptier than before.

     ‘Why don’t you think about it?’ Orson kissed your temple again. ‘There’s no pressure to say yes, but… it could be fun.’

     That smirk. It would get you every time.

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Tickletober: prompt 1

Anticipation

fandom: lego batman

Bruce was breathing sharply as he entered the room, trying not to feel anxious about meeting the Joker. Anxiety was one of Joker's favorite looks on Batman and he refused to give him the satisfaction of playing into his games. He swung open the door to see Joker sitting cross legged on the floor, a smug grin on his face that told Bruce everything he needed to know for how this interrogation would go.

"Oh hi, Batman!" Joker waved, his shark-like grin disappearing into one of innocence, "how are you feeling about the little surprise I left for you?"

Bruce's face was practically aflame after all the stress and annoyance Joker had caused, going through all that trouble of placing a bomb in the center of Gotham City. Over the years, Bruce had managed to come up with a system to categorize the crimes Joker commits. This one fell into the petty attention seeking side of the system.

With a dramatic wave of his cape, he appeared behind Joker and pinned him to the floor with ease. The Joker remained calm, that infuriating lazy smile still glued to his face even after being straddled and taken down with force. "Cut the baloney, Joker. You'd better give me the code to diffuse the bomb or- "

"Or what? You'll hit me?" Joker grinned sadistically, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Ugh! I hate that you like this." Bruce growled as he shook the Joker with pent up frustration.

Joker merely laughed at this and rolled his eyes, "You're so simple, Bats. I love that about you." He bit his lip flirtatiously. Bruce ignored the heat rising in his cheeks and twisted Joker's arm around his back and vented his anger by punching the Joker's jaw.

Joker made a quick recovery, easily managing a sly smile. "I guess it's true what they say, huh? You just can't teach an old bat new tricks!" he cackled, "don't you get it, genius? The old tactics of pain don't work on wittle ol' me! You'd better find some other way to entertain me, I'm getting bored, darling."

Normally, the Joker's babbling would throw Bruce off, but he caught a word in the monolouge that intruiged him. Pain? Is that the problem? He eyed the Joker, frowning at the self-injurious behavior written all over him. Pain wouldn't solve anything when it came to this man. So, the question remained, what would be torturous to the Joker that wouldn't hurt him? Joker must've taken Bruce's silence as tolerance and he grew upset, he wanted Batman to engage. He wanted anger, or anything related to the feeling of passion.

"Can't you just play with me a LITTE?! What's stopping you from tickling my funny bone occasionally?" Joker pouted. The dark slits of Bruce's eyes widened a little bit at this.

"Now that you mention it..." His deep voice rumbled out, adjusting his grip on Joker so that his hands were pinned above his head and his lower body straddled by Bruce's legs. "Maybe that's just what you need." Bruce quipped, flexing his gloved fingers threateningly. To Bruce's pleasant surprise, the action elicited a small squeak.

He couldn't help but smirk and draw his hands slowly closer...The closer the wiggling fingers got, the higher in pitch Joker's voice became.

"Okay- Wait. No no no, BATMAN WAIT!" Joker gasped, the claw like hand just inches away from the Joker's ribs. Bruce raised a brow, "You were saying?" He stopped drawing his hand closer, but remained right next to where he was about to tickle. Joker's breathing shallowed as he nervously eyed the hand that his body was twitching away from.

"I-I was saying what??" Joker squeaked out, resisting raising his voice at Bruce in fear of the hand finally landing onto his electrofied nerves.

"The code to the bomb, I believe." Bruce said indifferently, copying the same lazy smile tne Joker had taunted him with just a few minutes ago. Joker's brow furrowed and cheeks puffed out slightly like a child getting scolded. When he remained silent, Bruce made his hand jump closer to Joker, swallowing a smile when Joker let out a shrieky giggle and hid his face in his restrained arms.

"Oh, screw you!" Joker yelled, but it didn't have the desired effect when his voice was laced with restrained laughter.

"I know, I know. Aren't I just so terrible for not letting you blow up the city?" Bruce mocked sarcastically, "now come on Joker. Unless you...want to be tickled." His voice dropped low again when he added the last part. Joker's usually pale face turned a rare shade of red, gulping as he muttered out, "I'd rather not."

Bruce couldn't help a triumphant smile from spreading across his face at making Joker blush, a task which required a great amount of skillful teasing. He knew this was exactly what Joker wanted, and he was happy to give it to him. "Don't clam up. We don't have all day." Bruce urged, sounding sterner. The familiarity of the roughness in Bruce's tone seemed to relax Joker enough to make one of his bold observations. "That's exactly what I was about to say to you, bats. You'd better hurry this thing up before the whole city goes BOOM!" He mimicked the sound of an explosion. Bruce paid no attention to the threat, what caught his attention was a hidden desire behind Joker's words, one much more innocent than anything he'd ever sought.

"Joker, do you actually...want to be tickled?" Bruce asked, alluding to what he'd said earlier, but with a more genuine tone. This seemed to be all it took to clear out the last bit of venom in Joker's voice, because he started babbling like an idiot and giggling nervously. "I-I mean...I could handle it...but it's not like I- ahaha.. want you to or anything..."

Bruce rolled his eyes, although behind the mask you might be able to see the fondness behind the eyeroll. "Oh, just shut up and get tickled, you clown." He finally placed his fingers onto Joker's stimulated ribs and resisted a smile at the huge jerk of Joker's body as he burst into laughter after yelping in surprise. A stream of swears followed soon after as he arched his back and kicked his legs out from behind Bruce.

"O-OHOKKAY! OKAY!!" Joker shrieked out the plea with such desperation thst Bruce quickly felt compelled to retreat his hand from Joker's apparently deathly ticklish ribs. "God. That's new.." Bruce whispered to himself, looking a little exasperated at how well the new tactic had worked.

Joker stammered out the code through half formed giggles, "H-Ha...you're gonna laugh. The c-code is 69."

Bruce stared at Joker, looking unimpressed at his immature attempt at humor. "I don't think I will." He lets go of Joker and the man immediately scrambles out from under the bat. Bruce took a step forward, "What? You don't want a round two?" Joker took a step away and gave Bruce a provoking sneer, "Don't you have an entire bomb to diffuse or something?!" Bruce smiled knowingly, "I checked the time frame on the bomb. It isn't set to explode for another 24 hours. Looks like someone wanted to give me all the time in the world to come and tickle the code out of him."

Joker's breath hitched at this and his face slowly grew warm. Bruce found the Joker's reaction amusing and decided to go for one last snide remark, "Now get in the Batmobile so you can help me clean up your mess."

Joker glared at Bruce. "And it looks like someone would rather have me than anyone else in the world to help you with something. I believe we're at a stalemate." He quipped coldy, but his eyes were filled with playfulness as he got into the passenger seat on the Batmobile.

There was an unusual feeling of warmness as the two worked together to diffuse the bomb, Bruce would tell you it was due to the extreme heat warning.

Joker would tell you it's because they wanted to soak each other up before returning to opponents...

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A/N: whew that was my first batjokes fic in forever! hope i got the characters right<3

[chairteeth]

Fun fact, Nemu is a sadist

So you see Papa I know I’m gonna need screenshots for this one but HEAR ME OUT. I have actual arguments for this. There’s gonna be a lot of screenshots though, because I feel like in this case it’s a bit more overt once you look at it through this lens. This isn’t so much an essay as something similar to that time I went on a short rant about how Touka acts like a cat but here you go.

I’m gonna be very blunt. Nemu is a sadist. An extremely picky sadist that goes from mild to borderline disturbing, but a sadist nonetheless. Girlie has hella concerning moments. There’s the part about enjoying seeing people in pain, yes, particularly pain caused by her (directly or indirectly), but it’s more complex than that. It’s relishing one’s power over others. It’s enjoying when others are humiliated. Enjoying putting people in messed up positions and situations, watching or forcing them to hurt themselves or their loved ones, Sisyphean tasks, etc. There’s pretty terrifying potential to what she would be capable of if encouraged, considering her extensive historical and literary knowledge (looking at you, Madness of Hercules Shizuka. If you know you know).

As for the reasons, well, it makes sense with her background and as a coping mechanism, a way to vent. Sadism most often originates from feeling powerless in daily life, general powerlessness/lack of power even over the self, and repressed anger/frustration, so it tracks with what we know about Nemu. And yes, this happens since childhood. I’m gonna explain my arguments for the intense ‘Nemu is a sadist’ interpretation I have, don’t you worry, and there will be screenshots galore for once!

Let’s start with the mildest stuff. Which is actually Touka-related. Nemu really enjoys getting a reaction out of Touka, mainly earlier in their relationship (when she wasn’t Irreversibly Whipped)—though bits of it remain. This manifests in all of the teasing and the purposeful “humiliation” through things like games (the card game scene comes to mind). It’s easy too, because Touka is so extremely reactive. Here’s a very old example of this much milder manifestation, the card game scene in question:

Touka then starts crying (you can see the tears) because she’d mapped out the entire game and memorized Nemu’s cards and Nemu truly had no reason to pull this move. Leading to this response from Nemu:

Going to another side of things, the funny (/s) humiliation uwasa should not be overlooked. I know I haven’t posted my document where I hyperoveranalyze what each and every one of Nemu’s uwasa means (because it is incredibly disturbing in this raw form), HOWEVER, the Rumor of the Cemetery Banquet Feast is just one of multiple rumors that adds to this specific topic. And also uh the Fashion Monster. There are many, many things that I can gleam from the latter existing in the first place, but it’s described as:

“A Rumor that appears before confident, dressed up girls. It drags its victims into an alley, and if the Rumor isn’t told it looks stylish, it will strip off the victim’s clothes.”

Thank you Nemu, thank you so much. I don’t think I have to say anything for you to see why this applies to the sadist thing. As for the Rumor of the Cemetery Banquet Feast:

“My, have you heard? Who’d you hear it from? The Cemetery Banquet, and the rumor thereof! Fated rivals, arguing friends– if you want everyone to get along, then this Rumor is for you! Anyone who reads its invitation will be guided to the pre-banquet proving grounds. If– and only if– you can make the banquet lively, then you pass! And you’ll be invited up to Paradise, complete with kindly parting words. But if you plan to participate, you’d better take great care! If you fall short of proving yourself, you’ll literally fall into the underworld, to boot. It’s a rumor that ALL of the temple’s supporters are talking about. C’mon now, let’s liven things up!”

And the way the event goes is… Well. 

The Rumor greets its “attendees” in a kind, heavenly voice, casually “forgives” (brushes off) their attempts to break its rules, and gives gentle encouragement (plus painfully-gentle critique) as they resort to performing various party tricks to satisfy it. Once they satisfy the Rumor by setting aside both their pride and their mutual animosities, it escorts them to the top of its pagoda in a giant, golden hand… where they literally pass on to the afterlife.

Thank you Nemu, thank you so much. I think you see where I’m coming from here. As for some of the other things I mentioned at the start, well, there’s this part of Arc 1 Chapter 8:

She truly does speak in the cultiest possible way. Her dialogue is far more cult leader-like than Alina's or Touka's. There's also this part:

Doesn’t she look quite pleased… These are pretty much one after another. But okay fine, here’s a couple from Chapter 9:

Really. Really look at this through the sadism lens. She also giggles while telling the others that they’ve reached their limit right after Kanagi and especially Tsuruno expresses feeling sick and heavy and in pain. Which… is a worse reaction than Touka’s, that’s for sure. What’s fascinating is that in her MGS, Nemu seems to care the most about the Feathers.

As for my final example, I’m just gonna leave a bunch of screenshots from Uwasa Tsuruno’s MGS here. Pay attention to the way Nemu speaks to Tsuruno and the words she chooses to use (it'd be a lot more obvious if Nemu was older than Tsuruno probably):

So in closing. Nemu Hiiragi is a sadist. Funny venting mechanism you’ve got right there, I sure hope it won’t lead to anything more questionable than you’ve already done. Good luck with your wife, Touka, have fun.

[vampirepunks]

Secret Invasion and AI Art: The Big Picture

The thing that really makes my head spin about the Secret Invasion intro being AI art... the director wanted it to look fucked up and is clearly ill-informed about the technology in question. I have to admit, it's refreshing not to see the studio saying "It looks normal and fine to us!" There's also some bitter irony in using AI to replace the work of human artists in the development of a show about shapeshifting aliens literally replacing humans in society.

Like many people, Selim says he doesn’t “really understand” how the artificial intelligence works, but was fascinated with the ways in which the AI could translate the sense of foreboding he wanted for the series. “We would talk to them about ideas and themes and words, and then the computer would go off and do something. And then we could change it a little bit by using words, and it would change.”

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Now, I'm not making ANY excuses. Quite the opposite, in fact. My aim is pointing out that putting focus on "it doesn't even look good" detracts from the larger controversy. It was intended to look uncanny, so that's not an effective argument. Don't lose sight of the forest through the trees. There's a much bigger fight on our hands. (Yep, you guessed it, it's capitalism.)

Thanks to end-stage capitalism, we have a labor market in which outsourced work is being outsourced even further because of the insane production time crunches forced by media corporations. Marvel hires Method Studios for VFX, who then contract an undisclosed AI generator that's most likely trained on copyrighted art without the artists' permission. Once again, the problem stems from corporate titans of industry commodifying creativity to the point that almost all modern media (video games, films, streaming TV shows, etc) is attempting to generate maximum profit with minimal time + expense. Disney has been the face of this dilemma for years, with a reputation for overworking and underpaying creative teams in order to release multiple shows and films to maintain a constant flow of content. It's worth noting that Method Studios made a statement claiming no artist jobs were affected as a result of this practice, which is great if true, but means they know it's ethically questionable and chose to do it anyway.

Could they have directed human artists to create an eerie, surrealist, "Skrull cubism"-style intro? Absolutely. The reason they didn't is because it would have cost them more time and money. The problem is systemic. Capitalism has reduced the worth of the arts to their base trade value. The powers that be have created a society that prioritizes convenience over quality and values financial gain more than ethical acceptability.

We should criticize the show for this, but solely attacking the base aesthetic value undermines the extremely concerning precedent this sets for the entertainment industry at large. If you really oppose this practice, cancel your Disney+ membership. They don't care if you watch the show or not, so long as you stay subscribed. Boycotting Secret Invasion alone will achieve nothing and will not hurt their bottom line. USA citizens, consider going one step further by contacting your representatives to demand stronger governance of AI technology. Congress is aware of the issue and we need to push them to act soon. We have got to get organized about this, folks.

The arts are so much more than just content, so don't get swept up in "us vs. the world" attitudes--going online to talk about how bad it looks accomplishes nothing more than venting your frustration. There's a time and place for that but don't use it as a replacement for real, meaningful action. Nitpicky criticisms and refusal to watch the show only scratches the surface.

[sallow-gaunt]

I really wish the game had given us more Ominis content, like even just one side quest or something because he’s such an interesting character with an interesting background.

What I love about Ominis is while he has moments of being sassy or whatever, he’s not a horrible person - despite the disgusting people who raised him, despite his family history and clear trauma, despite his guilt for what he was forced to do, Ominis is a good person who doesn’t seem to want to hurt others. He’s so determined not to be like the rest of his family - determined to not be the monster they wanted him to be, the monster everyone is expecting him to be because of his surname.

Sebastian and Ominis’ friendship is so beautiful when you consider that upon arriving at Hogwarts as first years, they both had experienced horrible and tragic things in their pasts, and maybe they bonded a bit over it. I honestly think that Anne and Sebastian both valued Ominis and his friendship so much because they all had truly dreadful things happen to them - Sebastian and Anne obviously lost both of their parents when very young, probably before they were seven as they “had no magic yet” (as Ominis said), and according to the Deathly Hallows, “seven is the age by which most experts agree that magic will have revealed itself, if present", and Ominis’ childhood was quite frankly an abusive nightmare.

(There’s some long rambling under the cut, literally just me waffling on and on and on, I’m sorry)

I know there’s been debate about whether Solomon was actually abusive as a guardian or not, at least towards Sebastian, and so it’s more just a theory than canon… but if that was the case, I wonder if the fact both the Sallow twins and Ominis came from at least somewhat toxic homes to Hogwarts played a part in how close they grew. It would explain why the three of them felt like they had a refuge in the Undercroft, somewhere safe they could be, and part of why Ominis got so angry that the MC was invited without it being run by him first - it’s not just a fun secret place to hangout but a safe space, somewhere they can hide and not have to put on a smile for appearances sake in front of the rest of the school, because all three of them understand on some level the feeling of coming from a difficult home life.

I’m not saying Solomon was ever physically abusive or even just abusive in general because, as Sebastian said, Ominis spends his holidays at Feldcroft instead of with his own family, and I don’t think that would be the case if the atmosphere there was overwhelmingly toxic. But even just with the constant arguments and tension between Sebastian and Solomon…whether intentionally or not, it’s mentioned that Solomon has always been angry and it’s possible he has always been extra harsh on Sebastian, perhaps due to resentment at having to look after his brother’s children, and his nephew especially being so like his brother. It wouldn’t be a reach to say that Sebastian might need a place to vent his frustration and anger about his uncle being harsh on him, hence why the Undercroft would be a safe space to him and Anne.

It’s late as I’m writing this and I’m shattered, so I’m expressing my thoughts appallingly badly, but it would be interesting to hear if anyone else has any takes/headcanons on this stuff too.