#I think the ending was a bit rushed but I like the result -w-

[melodic-haze]

REQUEST: A reader much more powerful than Arlecchino and not doing anything about it.. except in bed.

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Mention of bloodplay at the very end but like. Very minor. Otherwise there's nothing 🤷‍♀️

☆ — NOTES: I'M NEVER TOUCHING MY DRAFTS WHEN I JUST WOKE UP EVER AGAIN I'M SO SORRY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 this was kinda bad dawg am sorry 😞

☆ — PARTS: Part 1, Part 2 (you are here)

Tall AND powerful??? Ohhhh she's gonna die you KNOW I had to mix it hahaahahha powertrip goes CRAAAAZYYYYYY I have such a thing for it I'm gonna cry

Anyway ok so I would like to first state that extremely powerful chrs that don't actually do a lot w their power is like one of my top fav tropes it's so fucking funny 😭 like dawg you have the power to change the world wdym you're just gonna sit here like it's summer vacation (there's a reason why my Akivilicarnation au exists (even though I gotta work on it one way or another))

This is rather different from the stuff I usually write bc I usually write the reader as. Kinda weak for the sake of putting us all on a powerscale between the chr and our average strength as a human being omg bare with

Okay so. I do feel like she'd be a tad bit frustrated with you, at least at first. Like you could do so much more than what you're showing and yet here you are, not using your strength for important stuff? Lazy bitch, her children are much better than your example 💀 at least, that's her initial take, really

But give her a demonstration, both in a time of need and yk ☺️☺️☺️, and she'll soften up

Anyways it's just the fact that you're both tall AND powerful??? Nevermind her doing anything, she'll find herself dazedly thinking of the ways in which you can quite possibly manhandle her with such brazen 'disrespect'......and also? In the ways you two can actually COMPETE. Or well, 'compete', esp when she finds herself actually WANTING to lose for once. Crazy, how the great Knave would actually prefer to lose compared to the usual want to win against her opponent

You sighed, "I know we talked about it two days ago but do we have to? Really?"

"I would like to test you. Unless you would rather skip such pleasantries?"

"I don't think fighting until one of us surrenders counts as 'pleasantries'. Quite the opposite, actually."

While you've always known Arlecchino to constantly have a stony expression that doesn't usually change, you see the bright crosses of her eyes dim just a fraction, "So I suppose that's a no, then?"

"Well, now," you stepped back with an amused look on your face, getting into the fighting stance you're familiar with, "I didn't say that... Especially not when the reward is something I really want."

And she gains that glow once again as she brandishes her weapon with a fraction of a smile and.. something else much more heated behind those eyes of hers, "Do not get ahead of yourself, my beloved. The results have yet to be concluded."

..She speaks as if she hadn't actually wanted to lose. Laughable, really.

(You know from the way that at the end of it all, she lies underneath you as her eyes scan you with that same heated look in her eyes—lust, a sin in which The Knave hadn't thought of ever committing.. until you came along.)

The whole thing about her being able to reverse your positions? THROW THAT TO THE FUCKING WIND IN THIS SITUATION you can easily EASILY fold her without a care in the world. The fact that she KNOWS you can too gives her a rush she hasn't ever felt without that extra layer of threatened rage

Push her up against the wall, hold her up in the air, pin her down so she can't squirm away..........if you're much more powerful than her, she actually makes a show of 'trying' to escape you. Keyword: 'trying', especially when at the end of the day she resigned herself to losing already

She tells you not to hold anything back, no matter how cautious you are. She says she can handle it, that she isn't strong without reason, that she can endure whatever you give her, no matter what. Usually she kinda ends up forgetting anything she's said though, especially when you're fucking her SOOO hard she starts seeing stars behind her eyes

If your strength applies to endurance too??? Ohhh bye she's not lasting. Like okay she definitely has stamina and endurance but against you? SHE'S QUITE LITERALLY DWARFED....BYE.........

In some way, she actually likes the fact that you don't show your power other than in private with just the two of you—it makes her feel special, to know exactly what you're capable of. Dare I even say she's a tad bit possessive over every side of you? Who can say 😜

Just think that whenever she kinda stands beside you in public w her heels on, she's very very VERY easily reminded of the fact that you tower over her in height, capability AND position.......and really, in comparison to what everyone else may think? Arlecchino wouldn't have it any other way 🫶

....oh side note, just think about how rough you can go, biting each other to the point where you draw blood. Sorry I had to get that final bit out ANYWAY

[slickchickchocolatier]

MIND GOING BRR AT THINKING ABOUT HOW SEX WITH HUMAN HEESEUNG AND IMMORTAL YN WENT,did she....act like a succubus or was as clueless as the mortal yn

And it went down exactly like this….

Warnings: Smuuuuuuuuuuuut central here. Y/n gets deceived, y/n is a bad girl, y/n gets it, heeleads swap y/n’s, alternate universe, mention of the word ‘r*pe*, devil baby eating people, unprotected smut, non-con/sub-con smut, heavy noncon smut vibes, time space continuum, time space travel, different worlds, kind of a marvel vs dc vibe. This is an aftermath from the Drabble “Somewhere in Time”.

You stood firm, crossing your arms while doing your best to remain ignorant. Knowing that this wouldn’t end well for you, you braced for impact, expecting for him to grab you from behind and twirl you around. There had been a handful of times that you and Helel had little arguments, but with him being the devil and ultimate powerful, many would deem it pointless to even try and throw a fit. Perhaps you were just too damn stubborn and prideful to submit, even knowing that the white flag would be waved in a moment….he always had his ways.

Facing the side of the mortal realm, you waited for the moment where he’d take you to bed by force. It would be a repeated act where you’re on the bed underneath him, taking in the rape as it slowly progresses to submission. As per usual, he’ll get you to the point where you’ll stop fighting, and beg for more until you can’t take it any longer, in which he’ll have you back to screaming for mercy. What a sicko. But, he IS the devil after all…and you’re married to him.

It all started after you returned home with him. You thought all would be well since a spark arose within you after Helel and his alternate souls rescued you and your own counterparts. For so many years since he’s taken you, you fought physically and emotionally against the idea of accepting his love. But your pride grew weak and you started to fall for him….no doubt it was a result of a disorder enforced by his own method. Anyone suppressed by a kind captor will eventually fall for them.

Upon the return to Hell from the most recent endeavor, you grew angry in seeing baby Helan sitting there, tearing the pieces of mortal flesh. You stood in total shock as the toddler tone of “mommy! Mommy!” Came out from those bloody lips. The red stain smeared his face and clothes as he sat there reaching up, closing and opening his fingers enthusiastically, waiting for you to pick him up. There were bits and pieces of limbs, fingers, organs and all sorts of fleshy parts you refused to look at. That innocent smile on your child’s face was a facade; behind it was pure malice and grotesque evil, enabled by his father.

“W-what-…!!” You stutter as you trembled, falling to your knees as your baby rushed over and hugged you. “Mommy! I missed you!”

Your eyes remained wide in horror while your hands stayed glued to the stone floor, you couldn’t think or react, not even to return the embrace of your own child.

Later that evening, you spoke to Helel about it begrudgingly.

“I thought we had an agreement that I don’t want Helan to do things like that.”

Helel scoffed as he finished sipping on his wine glass. A faint gulp slides down as he sides-eye you. Placing it down on the table, he reaches and began loosening his collard tie, smirking an adoring look over to you. “It was hardly an agreement. You mentioned your complaints and I listened.”

Here we go. This is the part that of which you hate. “Darling, he’s a growing boy…and not like the ones from where you originated. He needs flesh and blood in order to grow. Once he reaches a mature age he will be able to live without ever requiring the need for sustenance.”

You shook your head. “No…no I don’t like that. There has to be another way. I don’t want my baby to do monstrous things.”

He looks you over. “You? The Goddess of Hell—“

“HE’S MY BABY TOO!” You yelled, fierce anger in your eyes as you sphered them in his direction. His affectionate smile slowly starts to fade and his hand drops as he releases his tie. With a raise of a brow, his eyes wide and you knew, you crossed the line. A

He slowly walks over calmly, surprisingly. Whenever he was upset with you he’d immediately became forceful, teaching you a lesson while reiterating how much he loved you, and that it was all for your own good. But this time, he truly was pissed off. Not that you were justifying him, but a slight bit of you could understand his position. Your son is the offspring of the Devil after all, and the latter had just went through Heaven and Hell, visiting multiple worlds in gathering a league to save you and all versions of you. In his eyes, you were coming off as ungrateful.

His silence was more frightening than anything. He stood, watching as you tucked your chin and stared at the ground in shame. He peers down his outstanding height and just looks at you….sternly, with rage. What was more unusual was that he merely took a piece of your hair, and rubbed it together. He was being so tender and gentle, despite his eyes violating you through every hole in your body.

He sighs. “Bad girl.” Was all he barely whispers with a slight deep tone.

You shook as the shive stabbed your spine. You were going to get it this time.

“I-I—“ he cuts you off as he places a finger over your lips. “Shhhh…don’t fucking speak.”

You trembled. “Go to the bed, and stay there.”

You did as he demanded and tucked yourself away under the velvet bedding. He was being odd and handing this situation differently. God, it scared you so much.

He quietly leaves the room. You knew better than to try and follow or leave. The man has eyes and ears everywhere; it is Hell after all.

You were so scared that the fear took an emotional strain out of you, exhausting you. You drifted off to sleep immediately, unaware of what was coming.

………

“Geez, what is it now? Why are you here?”

“Ah—collecting the savoring morsels for your lovely girl, are we?”

“Isn’t there a lovely girl of your own that you should be feeding?”

“Precisely why I’m here.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Helel grins as he converses with his identical alternate.

“Be truthful. You love her.”

“Duh.”

“You love her so much that you also adore ALL flavors of her…don’t you?”

……

Heeseung stares sternly at his Devil counterpart. “Is there a point to this?”

“I am saying, o’hostile college-pretty-boy, that you and I are same. We love and kill for our brides. We are the only ones that love and care for them…all of them.” Helel crosses his arms. “You’re not the type to share…but is it really sharing if it is…you? “

Heeseung’s eyes sparked in rage, yet the devil continued. “And don’t you…want to experience your pretty baby in a different light?”

His counterpart calmed down. There wasn’t any denying the fact that the moment he saw you…other versions of you, his mind went wild. For you, he lives and breathes; it was blissful to have you in his life…what could be better than to have multiple duplicates of his precious girl?

“If we do this, just know that I’m not going to be restricted by any means. If I’m fucking my girl, regardless if it’s an alternate variant of her, I’m going all in.”

Helel smirks. “Relatable.”

“I can take who’s next.” The cashier spoke as the two remained facing each other. Both flaring a deadly smile.

……………..

You woke up, still in bed. Helel didn’t come back? Was he really that angry? What was he doing? This was too terrifying to deal with. You can’t believe you were saying this but in a sense, you’d wish he’d just rape and fuck your brains out already. At least you’d find some pleasure and resolvement from it….but this…this sense of unknowing his intentions was too dangerous. He always says he’d love you too much but is there a line that even YOU cannot cross with the Devil?

The e door gently opens, and you hear the foot steps walk around the large platform bed frame. “Helel?”

“Mmhmm.”

He walks over, and doesn’t say anything more as he moves his fingers, signaling for you to crawl closer towards the edge of the bed. He had a soft smirk. It was strange, though. His aura seemed off-putting. Your senses could feel there was something different but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Abiding by his non-verbal signal, you crawl over on all fours and allowed those two fingers to caress your chin. “You’ve been a bad girl?”

He spoke in an inquired tone. You assumed it was him being antagonizing in his demeanor, since you recognized the signs of sexual tension rising. “Yes…I’ve been bad..” you softly responded. You knew what he wanted to hear. You knew that he intended to punish you.

“Well, let’s do something about that.” He sighs out, leaning down as he grips your jawline. His elegant attire of black satin and white chiffon just made him so classy and irresistible. He kisses you, and to your surprise it was warm and tender. “Take it off.” He whispers, staring into your eye with an aloof but soft expression.

You began shedding off your undergarments, leaving just the garter and thigh high, damask stockings in place. “Good. Now take mine off.”

You undress him, beginning with his tie. Once you got the undershirt unbuttoned, he slowly pushed your head down, dragging your cheek against his entire abdominal muscles. You took the hint and undid his trousers, reaching to release his throbbing muscle; and it was throbbing. It was breathing to you.

“Put that bad little mouth on it.”

His voice was smooth and airy. Deep and dark. God, this man was so fine. Why the hell did you yell at him in the first place?

You lavished his cock with your saliva. Smoothing the moisture up and down, you dragged your tongue and traced every bit of vein and inch of it. He grits his teeth, enjoying this so much more than you expected. He slaps his hands on your arms as he flings you on your back. You yelped from the sudden change of motion as the level of force you recognized started to appear. Here it is…here is what you were both, dreading and looking forward to.

“H-Helel…” you whispered. “Wrong name baby.” He responded back as he kisses you, shoving his hand in between your thighs. You gasped out into his mouth. “Heeseung! Heeseung!”

It wasn’t odd to you, after all he went by both his original title and the name he adopted, the one that his brothers often called him by. Normally, however, during his deliverance of his punishments, he’d force you to call him Helel. But it seems he may have cooled off and wasn’t as angry anymore.

“Heeseung!” You gasped as he ravished your breasts with his tongue. This was all enough to get you ovulating, you swore to yourself.

“Come here…bad girl.”

You nod as he started to incorporate more force, aggression, and roughness as he lines himself to your center, all while placing one thigh on his hip as the other rested against his bicep, extending the leg up and over his shoulder. You were left wide open for him to take you…

He slides in, slowly. Sloooooooowly.

“Ah!! Heeseung!” You yell, gasping for air as your pants increases. He makes you watch as he continues to go in…slowly. When he finally was all in, he grinds his balls against your taint as he leans forward and fully hovers above you. “Let’s fuck the bad out and full you with some goodness.”

You furrow your brows in worry as you await for the ultimate pounding to occur. Fuck he is going to ruin you.

He slides out, the relief of the tight fullness dissipates as he gets all but the tip out, when suddenly….

“AHHH!!! FFFFUCK!!! SSSSTOP!!”

You can’t recall him ever going this brutal, it was as if he was starving for you. The only time you ever felt him this needy was when he took you for the first time. Thrusting, pounding, and reaching depths of your interior that was enough to make you drool and pass out, you lay mercilessly and took every bit of his thunder.

“Yeah? Fucking beg! Bad fucking girl, come on! Beg!” He grits out as the beads of sweat start to form on every inch of his smooth skin.

Screaming, crying, and panting, he gets you dumb-fucked until finally you reach that peak that took time to build up. Through all the pain and rough aggression, it finally pushed through and to his pleasure, you begged for him to keep going.

“Oh please! Please…don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop…fffffucking me!”

He smirks as he picks up the pace and goes faster. Your body bounces rigorously against the bedsheets as he slams into you. What a delightful scene it was to see you helplessly taking his cock and shifting in wild motion as he pumps you repeatedly. In fact, you were bouncing so much from the impact, he had to hold you by the neck to hold you steady as he enhanced momentum.

Gritting his teeth and flinging his head back, you watched as his naked body knelt before twitches while he releases. “Fuck!”

He pulsates and fills you, and for a moment the softness that came after had you thinking he was done…but he wasn’t.

The tightening of his grip around your neck said otherwise. His hips regain the thrusting motion, starting off slow and picking up pace. “Heeseung…no!” You gasp as the pleasure remained but the pain was starting to sting.

For who knows how long, he pelted you over and over again. Words in between of “let me enjoy this…” were harshly whispered into your ear as he changed positions and flipped you over, turn you onto your side, and even had you on top, while he still carried the rhythm and controlled the movements. Fucked left, right, up, and down, you realized that he was indeed punishing you as he went beyond in delivering overstimulation and pain.

By the time he released for the sixth or seventh time, you begged with barely any air in your lungs. “N-no more….p-ppplease….”

Your body was lifeless as he catches his breath. “Fuck that was better than I imagined.”

He quickly dresses, still somewhat sweaty which was surprising, considering he never really eluded such human traits. “I…I’m sssso-rry…sorry…”

You barely got it out of you but you managed to apologize, hoping that he would allow you to rest fully tonight. “Aw baby.” He whispers as he leans in and kisses you. His hand grabs hold of yours and he interlocks your fingers together as he massages the back of your palm. Breaking the kiss, he tells you…

“I’ll let him know. Wish I could stay, but I gotta get back to you.”

What?……

You didn’t have the energy to respond, but it suddenly clicked. The change in his aura, the sweat beads, and the way he ferociously fucked you with starved hunger in his eyes.

“H-Heeseung…” you gently spoke out as you recognized the figure from the incident. The one who belonged to the youngest version of your being. You watched as he smirked. “Wrong name baby.”

You looked him from the side as your hair is messily plastered to your face, and your body drained. You couldn’t even form the confused expression in your eye as he spoke his words. He smiled and there, you witnessed one inhuman trait among this man. His eyes darken, his grin becomes sinisterly devious as he bites down his bottom lip. “Be sure to name one of the kids after me. Little Ethan has a ring to it.”

He kisses you once more and takes his leave.

Moments later, he comes in…Helel. With an offensive smirk, he notes your exhausted body. You barely could move as you moaned, struggling to regain composure. Standing side the bed, you heard the disheveling spill of cloth as he sheds off his attire, piece by piece. You felt his hand grab you waist as he turns you fully over to your back as he crawls on top of you. Gently wiping the pieces of sweaty stands from your forehead, he admires your face as his fingers tap against your cheek and the corner of your lips.

Oh no….

“Now, let’s hear that apology, hm?” He smirks against your ear as he lines the tip to your worn and beaten entrance. “Let’s hear how sorry you REEEEEAALLY are.”

“Nnngh….nnmph!” You moaned as you struggled to gain a breath in, he’s pushing into you. Your legs begin to shiver and your spine jolts from the hypersensitivity levels that radiates from your core. “Now that I had some time to blow off some steam, I figure this is more than an appropriate time for you to show daddy how you’re going to make up for your mistake, hm? Let’s turn you back into a good girl again.”

The worst and best night of your entire afterlife. Two of the same men pile-driving you. So this is why he was so calm earlier…what a devious man he was. You knew you had already lost, and you were about to lose even more. Since that’s the case, you thought it be fitting to get a word in, knowing he wasn’t going to go easy, despite his demeanor.

“Ethan…”

“Pardon?” He widened his eyes as he lifts a stern brow. “N-next child….i brrrring in…name is…E-Ethan…”

He smirks. “Ah…Ethan. Right.” Kissing you, he pulls away as he pinches your chin. “If it’s a bunch of heathens you want, no problem. I can give you loads of them.” He snaps his fingers.

You saw them walk in. The sight put your breath on hold and caused your eyes to sting in despair as you watched each fine, nude form stand around the bed, stroking their cocks at the sight of you. “How about a godly descendant, a pair of twins, and a nations most wanted? Sounds like you’re eager to be a mommy again, and you know I aim to please you…darling.”

With a dark chuckle, he spoke as the others closed in.

“Let’s fuck her boys.”

No…NO! NOO!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

- Fin

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[flor4de4amor]

thinking about how when aviator!abby gets home from base she asks you to unbraid her hair and play with it

Aviator!abby brainrot

so i got a bit ahead of myself writing for this... n changed the prompt a little to washing avi!abby's hair cause i love her + my love language is acts of service.

just a reminder for everyone reading, these aviator!abby writings are the last of the au as i'm clearing out drafts plz enjoy!

click for palestine | boycott tlou | read b4 engaging w me

warnings: casual nudity, abby's an annoying freak - per the usual.

abby’s hair is a tousled mess. she most likely undid her braid in the privacy of your shared garage, once parked after her long work day. her face is tense and you can see her body is rigid. it’s been a long day for her. she’s pressing your face with wet kisses, slaughtering your face with appreciation in the front doorway. “hi baby,” you mumble into her neck.

“hello,” she whispers back to you. exhaustion is evident in her voice. you know exactly what she needs.

running your fingers through her messy hair she groans, “want me to wash your hair up?” you offer while twirling your fingers around her soft wavy ends, a result of her tight braid.

“mm,” she groans back appreciatively, which you take for a yes. 

“you’re lucky i speak your secret little language of grunts,” you tell her softly. she pinches your backside in retaliation. you groan and laugh all at once. “be nice to me or else i’m not gonna run your bath,” you threaten without meaning. 

“sorry,” she mutters into your neck. her weight is heavy on top of your body as she clings to your flesh. her hands come underneath your sleep shirt, running up and down your spine. her way of apologizing silently. you separate, and abby sprawls out on the couch while you run the bath for her.

she sneaks up on you silently. while you’re bent over, vunerably, sticking your index finger in the running water, checking how hot it is. she snaps her hips into yours while your knees are dug into the bathroom tile. she pretends to fuck you mercilessly, and soft giggles escape her mouth.

you gasp at her actions, “abigail!” you laugh. “here i am rushing to take care of you, and you molest me.” you tease. your neck craning to look back at her.  

her face is red with excitement and a smile prominent on her lips. she shrugs her shoulders, “couldn’t help myself, your ass is so cute,” her hand reaches down to pinch your left cheek, as your underwear peeks out from underneath your sleep shirt.  you jump upright, laughing at her actions. 

“you’re agitating me,” you sigh though your smile is peering through your lips. you turn around to face her, a playful glare rest on your face. all a facade, it’s near impossible to stay mad with abby.

“sorry,” she mutters again, her hands touching the back of your neck. her thumb rubbing slow circles on the base of your skull with care. you know she’s not really sorry.

“all these sorry, sorry, sorries, full of shit.” you sigh as her warm hands comfort your neck. “just take your clothes off and get in the bath babe,” you command gently.

“kinky,” she mutters with a sly smile.

“abigail,” you roll your eyes at her, taking your time to unbutton her uniform top, as she stalls. her hands reach to undo her khakis, the checkered print of her boy shorts poking through the undone zipper. 

“mrs. anderson,” she replies with that stupid voice of hers. she’s down to her sports bra, which she quickly discards, and her boy shorts, which she’s more than happy to rip off. her toned body on display alongside her messy hair, you can’t help but take a minute to admire her and her confidence.

“into the bath please,” you command of her once more. she slides in, with ease.

“you’re so bossy today.” you smile and scoff. her legs soak in the water and her lean back is pressed against the cold ceramic of the tub, facing you. her blonde waves covering her shoulder blades.

“you complain too much, remember who’s gonna take care of you when you get old.” you remark, and grab the shower cup from the edge of the tub. 

“can’t help myself babe,” she muses with her eyes closed in relaxation.

 you fill the cup up with the running faucet water, “pass me the shampoo abby,” you tell her while sitting the cup next to you. you sit on top of a step stool, matching your squatting heigh to abby’s sitting height, which still carries a few inches over you. she opens her eyes and hands you the mint scented shampoo. you crack open the plastic container, squirt some into your hands, and place the soap unto your wife’s scalp. she sighs at the cooling sensation, but moans in satisfaction once you begin scrubbing her scalp. your nails scratching away any impurities that lay on her pretty little head, suds building on top of her blonde hair. you rinse the soap out with the plastic cup besides you, brushing her long locks when finished. “pass me the conditioner now, yeah?”

she obliges, passing the container. “thank you, love.” she turns head around, kissing you softly.

“well someone’s gotta take care of you yeah?” you smile against her lips.

“and i’m glad it’s you,” she kisses you once more.

you lather the conditioner in her long hair, sloppily braiding it so it gets out of her way. “rise off, yeah?” you urge her, knowing that she likes to shower without help.

you groan getting up from the stool, watching as she lifts the lever, turning the shower on, wincing slightly as the hot water hits her chest. you sit on the lidded toilet, observing while she scrubs herself with pine soap. she always smells like a christmas tree. she nods at you once finished, “come rinse my hair out please?” she practically begs. 

“you’re just a spoiled little princess,” you smile at her freckled face and blue eyes. but you oblige, getting up anyway. 

“you’ve made me this way,” abby replies and sits back down once more. you scoff and use the cup to wash the conditioner off her hair. brushing out the soft lather with your fingers delicately. once you’ve finished up, your wife steps out the shower, and you wrap a towel around her. water dripping from her hairline to her forehead. “you gonna braid my hair for work tomorrow?” abby asks, throwing in some puppy dog eyes. 

you sigh, “i can’t say no when you ask like that.”

abby pumps her fist in victory, “love you so much baby.” she kisses your cheeks relentlessly. 

“shut up anderson, you’re getting me all wet,” she almost cuts you off to make a dirty joke before you click your tongue at her, silencing her quickly. “go get dressed so i can pamper you some more.”

“sure thing baby.” she paddles out the bathroom and rushes into your bedroom, eager for more of your caring touch.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

I GOT ONE. A fic about Auron meeting listener’s father who acts really sweet around them but then pulls Auron to the side, which btw the dad found out about Auron’s “side job”, and Auron finds out the father is also in a gang. And he pulled him to the side into the garage where hella buffed up dudes were at. Rook’s dad tells him for the passed however many years it’s been his responsibility to keep rook safe and happy and tells Auron that that is his responsibility now, and proceeds to threaten to put him in a wheel chair for the duration for his life, if he fails and hurts his child. Just a lil sumn I cooked up.

If you hurt my fucking child, so help me-

TW: Threats. Also this is so fucking long omfg idk if I should mark this as mature...Erm I'll see the results later bc I wanna game w pookie. Hope you all enjoy!!

"Dear, do you think he'll like me?" Asking bluntly Auron turned and saw Rook pausing. Having a thinking face while opening and closing their mouth. Their hesitancy made him a bit worried but they answered.

"I think he will? Um, but I do have to warn you he's....really intimidating when....uhhh meeting my partners..." Mumbling Rook placed a hand on Auron's. Nodding the red head looked out the window and saw the house coming closer.

"I'll win him over." Comforting them, he turned and gave them a small smile. Rook gave one back to him and was about to kiss him before the car stopped.

"We're here, Sir." Stating the diver put the car in park and went to the door. Opening it on Auron's side, letting the red head slip out and hold his hand for Rook.

"Shall we, dear?" Asking his lover, Rook giggled a but before taking his hand and stepped out the car. Before they could make a joke the front door of the house opened. Revealing a old man, who had a very intimidating face.

There was a scar on the right side, starting on his temple down to his chin. It looked like someone was trying to skin his face off. The man's face changed seeing Rook opening his arms and giving a big smile.

"There's my child!" Excitedly saying, this made Rook smile and let go of Auron's hand. Rushing to the older man and hugging him.

"DAD!" Yelling Rook squeezed him hard. Getting an equal force back from their dad and a kiss om the forehead. Breaking the hug Rook turned and waved Auron over. "Auron! This is my dad! Dad....this is Auron."

Stepping forward to Rook's dad, the older man's face slipped into a cold one. The stare making Auron pause for a second before be gave a charming smile.

"Hello, Sir. It's nice to finally meet you." Greeting the red head held out a hand. The gray haired man looked at him and gripped his hand tight. As if trying to crush it, Auron didn't flinch and only kept a smile.

"You too, son. Now....let's go inside. It's cold out and I don't want Rook getting sick." Laughing at the end the old man dropped Auron's hand. Rook made an embarrassed noise before gently wrapping their arms around Auron's arm.

"Really dad? I'm not four, I won't get sick." Glaring at their dad Rook sighed. Their dad only laughed and opened the front door, then paused.

"My child, I forgot to mention! Your uncles, aunts and cousins are here too." Simply saying, words made Rook freeze and clench om to Auron. "They wanted to meet the man who stole your heart."

Said man looked to Rook who had sweat rolling down their forehead. Turning to him with a slightly scared look they answered finally.

"Oh? D-Dad I though you said they couldn't-" Stuttering out, Rook was interrupted by a laugh. They snapped their mouth shut before seeing their older cousin. Who was leaning against the door way looking at the couple.

"What? And miss tormenting the new addition to the family? You know better cousin." Sharp words sliced through the air. Rook shot a glare at him and Auron simply smiled.

"Hello, you must be Solomon. I'm Auron, pleasure to meet you." Keeping a collected tone. Solomon ignored Auron and looked at Rook with a smirk.

"Cousin, really? Thought you didn't like dating red heads after José?" Taunting them, Solomon then turned to his uncle. "When's the food gonna be done? Papa said he's hungry."

"That man's always hungry, fucking glutton." Rook's dad sighed and walked past his nephew. Cursing his brother under his breath before ushering the couple in. Solomon looked at Auron and snorted at his face.

"Your going to be eaten by the family. Poor thing." Whispering he turned and walked away down the hall. Turning right where he was greeting by people asking where Rook was.

"Come on child. Your family wants to see you!" Rook's dad smiled before walking away. Rook took this opertunity to turn to Auron and grab his shoulders.

"Okay so I didn't think I'd have to explain this but my family is....let's say interesting. If they try and pull you away in private come get me." Whispering quickly Rook sighed. But Auron smiled and placed a kiss on their forehead.

"Don't worry dear, I can handle myself." Whispering back, trying to ease their worries. His partner gave a small smile before turning to where their family were.

"Okay. Let's go." Trying to hype themselves up, Rook walked with Auron to their family. Turning the corner Rook was greeted by six uncles, four aunts and a lot of cousins.

All giving their own greeting to the baby of the family. Rook did their best greeting the family back, while Auron got swamped by the aunts.

"Oh look at this one!"

"Your so handsome! How'd Rook catch you?"

"Oh you know them, Rook loves handsome men!" Chattering, the women of the family were talking about Auron and Rook. The red head was stunned at first since, not a lot of people just come up and chat with him. it after a moment he smiled and started answering questions they had.

Rook smiled seeing Auron get along with their family, then was dragged away by their younger cousins to determine who was the winner of their newest game. This gave the men of the family an opportunity to grab him, Solomon gently pushed one of his aunts aside.

"Ladies, the men wanna get to know cherry." Snickering at the nickname he gave him, Auron felt his eyebrow twitch and gave a smile.

"Of course. Ladies if you'd excuse me." Politely saying Auron slipped away from the women. All four having a tense face on them, the eldest Esmeralda shook her head. Keeping a sharp eye on her son, turning her head she stalked away to go see where her nibbling went.

With the men they were all in the garage, chatting happily. But as soon as Rook's dad saw Auron, the atmosphere shifted. The seven men looked at the red head carefully, examining him and Auron did the same.

"So, tell me. Auron, about that business you have?" A gruff voice said, everyone turned to Rook's Dad. Solomon smiled as he leaned against the car by his father, his uncle was going to rip this man apart.

"I'm a CEO of a talent agen-" Explaining, around him guns cocking interrupted him. All of the uncle's looked at him with irritation and Rook's Dad simply smiled.

"No, no.....the other one." Spitting out venomously, the words made Auron's heart dropped a bit. He was cornered with no weapon, guns around him, and a man willing to do anything for Rook.

"....I see you already know." Making a calculated answer, the gray haired man in front of him laughed. Slowly coming to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I do. I know enough about you, and I. Don't. Like. It." Growling out the last words. The older man's grip getting more deadly with how tight it was on his shoulder. Solomon then hopped next to his uncle, giving Auron a cheeky grin.

"I wonder how you got Rook with you?.....Did you threaten them to get with you?" Boldly suggesting, that mere thought made Auron give him a death glare. Causing Solomon to flinch at it, but clearing his throat to talk more. His uncle was about to say something but was interrupted by Auron's anger.

"I would NEVER make them be by my side by force! How fucking DARE you suggest that." Hissing out, Rook's Dad snapped his head at the red head. "I gave them a choice after they connected I was a dangerous man. That I'd bring them home and forget that I ever wanted them! Because it was THEIR choice-"

The red head's ranting was cut off by Rook's Dad letting go of his shoulder quickly and pushing him back. Staggering for a second, Auron found his footing and stood tall in front of him.

"....I see. So, you do care for them....." Simply saying Rook's dad signaled the men to put their guns down. Listening to him they watched him, wondering what the old man would do next.

"I love them." Firmly saying with no hesitation. Auron glared at Rook's Dad for even saying that, the man smiled and nodded.

"I an respect that. I was the same with my wife before she passed...." Longingly saying, Rook's Dad then looked back to the red head. "I vowed to my late wife I would protect Rook with EVERYTHING I had. Cleaning my act up, quitting the gang life to protect Rook and give them the best Childhood they could ever have...."

Stalking slowly to the red head who stood his ground, the older one smiled and raised his hand for a handshake. Auron looked at it, then Rook's dad and the men around him grasping it.

"I've protected my baby for their whole life. Now that I see you are a man who will do the same. It's your responsibility, to keep my child safe and happy as they could ever be...." The speech the older man said slowly turned quiet as he then grabbed Auron's throat with his other hand. "But if my child EVER and I mean EVEN FUCKING SLIGHTLY, tells me their unhappy or something happened because of you. I'll fucking break your bones and make you BOUND to a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

The room felt suffocating as Auron let him finished. His breathing was slowly being cut off by the grip the older man had on his throat. But gasped as Rook's dad let go after Auron nodded, clearing his throat Auron was then patted on the back.

"Welcome into the family, cherry." Grimly saying, Rook's Dad then walked pasted him to where the door echoed a knock. The men quickly changed the atmosphere, hiding the guns and grabbing their beers chatting about the up coming football game.

"Dad...have you seen Auron?" Worry was dripping form Rook's voice as they paused. Seeing Auron's back to them, but their Dad waved them off and guided them to Auron. Who was given a cup of beer and smiled at Rook, who waslooking himover like a hawk.

"Oh, there you are dear. You okay?" Gently saying Auron placed his cup by Solomon who simply took it and threw it out. Rook glared at their cousin and nodded at Auron.

"I was just a bit worried because Auntie Esmeralda said Solomon took you over here without me. Did they do something?" Quietly asking as they got closer to him. Auron smiled into the hug and looked at the men around him, just staring at him.

"No, nothing I couldn't handle." Reassuring his lover, Auron broke the hug and let them guide him back into the house. The men of the family looked at Rook's dad, who sided and pulled his locket out of his shirt.

"Their going to be alright, my love." quietly saying before putting it back. Then shouts from the women were heard as one screamed at the bruise around Auron's neck. Oh, their in so much trouble.

[melrosing]

2.07 thoughts

liked the Rhaenyra and Jace convo but feel like they could’ve managed a better build to this + drawn it out a bit more. love that Jace needs to lean into targ supremacy more than anyone bc what else does he have etc, but there’s so much they could’ve done w that in earlier eps showing where he feels insufficient and self conscious of his heritage and the lowkey resentment towards Rhaenyra for it. would also like to have seen Rhaenyra defend herself, resulting in more tangible fracture between them. she’s so diplomatic on absolutely everything and we’re near the end of S2 now! PLEASE let d’arcy do more w this role

liked the saera mention!

liked aegon rehab and larys basically tormenting him into reclaiming his role, like instead of having it thrust upon him as per S1 (which I did think was a good place to start Aegon as a character) maybe he will seize it this time bc if he doesn’t have the power of the iron throne then what does he have etc, he will never know peace, his son is gone, and so on

Alicent lake scene sure did happen. but I felt nothing like it felt lazy sorry what exactly were they trying to convey. I like being able to read my own meaning into scenes but this was like they were actively relying on the audience to do so

hilarious watching a bunch of actors in bad wigs walking into dragonstone really enjoyed that

however I think it really speaks to how little they know what to do with Rhaenyra’s interiority that you have her watching on as Vermithor burns and demolishes all the poor people she herself stuck in front of him and like. what are we supposed to understand is going through her head. she’s just fucking staring lol. and then before she can even reflect Vermithor is successfully claimed so all’s well that ends well. like my god please can someone write Rhaenyra

Daemon and the riverlords ok I liked Oscar Tully fine. but I think they’re lacking the adventure w Daemon’s interiority that they seemed to promise in the first few eps. like if you want to compare to OG bad incest man redemption anti hero Jaime Lannister and his OWN riverlands adventure….. like im sorry but this doesn’t even compare lmao

liked the dragon keepers arguing w Rhaenyra and fucking off outta there. like the framing of the dragons as gods and smallfolk claiming them as blasphemy and the way they maybe feel like Jace in that if anyone can claim these beasts maybe they’re just glorified zookeepers

excited that we get to see Dreamfyre?

v excited to see what they do w Daeron

that’s it though I was really rooting for this series but I think you can really tell they were rushing to meet deadlines and had to make a bunch of last minute edits. It’s been a 6/10 on average for me so far w a 7/10 for the high points and a 4/10 for the low. and I can’t really believe that was the penultimate episode where it’s supposed to feel everything is really coming to ahead whereas actually it feels more like the midpoint of a few fumbled arcs

[not-poignant]

Im really sorry if this is too personal please ignore me if it is but i saw your post just at the right time and im just, im struggling in my twenties at the thought of possibly having did right now. And you say you "used to", can i ask how you healed?

A lot of therapy, anon.

It does tend to show up in someone's 20s, and I went the path of Internal Family Systems Therapy (also known as IFS or IFST) which is extremely useful alongside the three C's (Compassion, Communication, Co-Consciousness).

I wasn't aiming to eliminate any alters, and anyone who wanted to stay as a separate alter could, but I taught myself through the help of other/s to be self-compassionate, to open up opportunities and methods for communication (which also included art, writing, journalling, etc. in fact the very first tumblr that 'I' ever made was actually made by an alter, and was originally called artforartists - it's now renamed and run by 'me' because Dani has absorbed back into the system, but you can still go to the earliest entries and see her in them.

It took a few years and I didn't rush things. The main thing to know is that while it feels extreme, it usually comes about as a reasonable response to an unreasonable situation, and it usually becomes very manageable with self-compassion (to all yourselves), impartial judgement, open communication, compromise (i.e. if you have an alter that wants to play video games 24/7 to the point that you're losing weeks of memory, find out small areas of compromise where they can be given something in exchange for something), and sharing consciousness where possible (co-consciousness).

It's very scary at first but imho for me personally, it has been the 'easiest' of all of my diagnosed disorders to deal with. I still have severe treatment-resistant depression and I still have severe treatment-resistant PTSD/C-PTSD, but my DID went into remission after about 4 targeted years of therapy. It's now DDNOS (Dissociative Disorder Not Otherwise Specified) which means I don't have the symptoms enough to qualify for DID anymore, but I still have a system prone to dissociation / derealisation / depersonalisation and I have days where some alters are fronting a bit more than the central self, but I usually just use it as a sign that I'm really stressed and overwhelmed, rather than a sign that there's something wrong with me.

I'm extremely zen about it, tbh. And look, I didn't have the goal of 'absorbing' my alters (or them dying or w/e), I didn't set out with the idea of getting rid of it so much as learning how to live with different people who have different opinions about things in my head. But through the course of IFST and giving everyone a voice, that started to happen anyway. Healing doesn't always mean 'getting rid of alters' it mostly just means getting a handle on the memory loss (which is the most severe part of the disorder for me) and the polarisation so that it becomes regular dissonance and not so distressing it causes someone to switch. A person can be fully healed from DID and still have alters that front, if there's co-consciousness and communication for example. This was actually what I was aiming for, it just didn't end up being my outcome.

You may not be able to access therapy or IFST, and it can be hard to find DID-friendly therapists who know what they're doing, but you can actually look up and explore IFST on places like Instagram and in books like No Bad Parts and start doing the work gently already. (IFST isn't just or only for DID patients, but it is uniquely very well suited to them).

It can be very scary at first, anon, to think you might have this. Because it's a highly stigmatised and misunderstood disorder. At its root it can be understood as 'a child who didn't understand how to cope with something, at the time of personality formation, just developed a new personality to deal with it. But as a result of this, their brain got so good at developing new personalities that it became a maladapted coping strategy, and as an adult they can learn ways to cope that aren't splitting, switching, or losing memory with compassion and self-understanding.'

And honestly we all have a lot of maladapted coping mechanisms and the whole journey of life is learning to unpack them, and repack some healthier coping mechanisms into the lunchbox. And that's really about it. Still very scary and upsetting to go through, but also not a mysterious, "insane" thing. <3333 If you can reach out for help, please consider it, but otherwise do look into IFST. I started working on those strategies long before I found a suitable therapist and I honestly feel like just the mindset of radical self-acceptance and self-compromise and self-compassion was - while extremely hard to do often - the key for me, and some of those things will at the very least be helpful for you.

[quirkle2]

love your mogami arc thoughts… do you think there’s a parallel between the irrationality of mogami’s actions and how ritsu acts in big cleanup arc? Like neither of them make sense really but it doesn’t have to because it’s an expression of deep seated stress and guilt

[context]

it took a couple of watches for me to actually Get cleanup arc, but i do think clean up arc makes sense. maybe not from a logical point of view, but given ritsu's history of trauma and perfectionism, pressure to never act out or upset his brother for obvious reasons, and desperation for control in his own life, i think ritsu's actions made sense. they were Terrible actions, and they definitely go against the logic and hindsight of an outsider's perspective, but it was all the result of that stress and guilt and secretive hatred toward an aspect of his brother that caused it, and maybe a little bit of grief for a sibling relationship he wishes was still intact

u make a rly interesting point tho, bc Yeah, on your first watch, neither of these guys make sense to you. at least they didn't for me. i understood part of ritsu's reasonings at the beginning, but it sorta delved into... quoting ritsu, "violence for the sake of violence." and honestly??? i don't know Why ritsu's arc is sm more compelling to me than mogami's, bc rly, they're very similar in that way

at least it seems that way? im,,, honestly convinced the exposition for mogami arc was just,, rushed, or incomplete for whatever reason, bc it feels So Close to making sense, but it's just missing a couple of pieces. ritsu's arc has more substance to it, i think. i believe the biggest difference here is that mogami blamed other people for his misfortune, and didn't see anything wrong w what he was doing. ritsu made no such excuses. he Knew what he was doing was wrong, and he kept doing it. and that, to me, is Fascinating

even ritsu's "violence for the sake of violence" motive makes some sort of sense to me. he said it himself: "i was just tired of being myself. maybe i wanted to find out what it would feel like to be a fool." when u break it down, it's him exploring.... other options. until 7th division arc, he's of the mindset that if he had psychic powers he'd be Better, in all aspects, that he's nothing without psychic powers. he puts his entire identity and self-worth on having the abilities of an ESPer

now that he has them, he feels limitless, he feels unstoppable. he's so tired of being himself, of being perfect, of being the well-behaved younger brother w perfect grades and perfect attitude (bc let's face it, he's definitely a gifted kid, and gifted kids tend to develop habits of perfectionism, and eventually become exhausted). so he switches tactics, to find out what it would feel like to be a fool.

i honestly think cutting mogami's messy backstory and making him "evil" for the sake of being "evil" woulda been better. im sure not everyone agrees w me on that, and i can absolutely see why, but sometimes simple is "better" (imo). an underdeveloped villain is better, to Me, than a villain that is trying too hard to have a compelling motive. mogami's character feels like it is trying too hard, and branching out in too many directions, and it ends up just feeling,, stretched thin

i like shimazaki more than mogami. hell, i like shimazaki more than Any of the villains, and we all Know it's not because he has a good backstory (or one at all). he's not even very compelling to me, i just think he's cool, and i'll forever be stoked about how they let a character use teleportation powers right for once. sometimes simple is better

i'm not a fan of any of mob psycho's other villains, but they serve their purpose, and yaknow what, mogami serves his. i think seeing him as an "unreliable narrator" instead is a rly fun way of looking at it

[boomer293]

Congratulations Between Friends

Short story propaganda featuring Wilder and @tatonslice 's Galacchio for this year's @kirbyoctournament ))

Galacchio stared in complete disbelief at the results of their round one group. Wilder was right, he made it through. Not only that, but he had won by a landslide.

"Atta boy! I told ye people'll love ye!" Wilder quickly appeared behind his friend and gave them a pat on the back, laughing.

"A-Ah! Wilder! Don't scare me like that." Galacchio adjusted his hat after jumping in surprise.

"I can't help it, just look at dat! Ye did it partner! What? Can I not come over to congratulate my best friend?"

"I guess not, still, keep it down a bit..."

"Fine...." Wilder fiddled with his whip, wrapping it back up after it had came undone. "How was it buddy? I still didn't see ya around much these past few days."

"It was terrifying! I don't know how I won when I avoided anyone I saw..."

"What! Still not trying to meet anybody? What about yer opponent? Didja not talk to em'?"

"...No, I...got too nervous..." Galacchio rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, looking down ashamed.

Wilder quickly put a hand on his forehead and sighed. "What am I going to do with you, boy..."

"Hey!-"

"No heys, Galacchio! You gotta at least congratulate your opponent!" Wilder interrupted.

"Fine...I'll go find them later."

"We'll find then later buddy, I don't trust ya to actually go and do it."

"W-Who do you take me for, Wilder! I-I'm not just going to flake out on that!" Galacchio stomped his foot in flustered frustration, Wilder could learn to be a bit less blunt now and then.

"Buddy, yer so flakey that I could touch yer cloak and 'ave it crumble."

"Says the one with the whip that's falling apart!"

"No way! It's just a style thing!"

"As if! I-I've seen straws more durable than that!"

"Whatever, wizzrobe!

"Alright, McCree!"

Both of them devolved into a fit of giggles, throwing a few more playful jabs at each other before turning back to the results of Galacchio's group.

"Still...I don't understand why I made it through, I wasn't even going to be here originally." Galacchio stared at nothing in particular.

"That don't matter! You won in the end, first round's always the biggest hurdle!" Wilder winced as he said that, knowing it was one he couldn't overcome himself.

"Well...it was really because of you." Galacchio turned back to Wilder.

"Ah! What did I tell ya 'bout selling yerself short!"

"But really, Wilder! You're the one who invited me in the first place, you're the one who's been running around telling people about how awesome I am, you're the one keeping me here..." Galacchio shushed Wilder before he could retort. "Wilder, thank you, I thought I'd be done for already."

Wilder just tipped his hat, smiling. "Aw, shucks. Someone had to do it, partner, it ain't a problem."

"No one had to it, Wilder, you just did it anyways. That's what I want to thank you for."

"Seriously buddy, I didn't even think twice."

Galacchio laughed, a genuine, tender smile on his face. "I think that's one of the few times your impulsiveness worked out."

"Never doubt me partner! This here gut o' mine never leads me wrong!"

"Except that one time when you threw yourself into the-"

"HEY HEy hey! We don't talk 'bout dat right?"

"Ahaha! You might not, but it's my favourite story to tell!"

"Well I ain't going around tellin' everyone bout the time you fell asleep during-"

"W-W-Wait! Ok, I see your point now." Galacchio rushed to interrupt what Wilder was about to say, their flustered reaction getting Wilder to chuckle.

"Or what about the time when visiting your momma when you-"

"W-Wilder! Save it for when we're gonna face each other, alright?" Galacchio stumbled, unaware that what they said wouldn't ever happen as Wilder looked down.

"Yeah...about that, buddy. You ain't seen the results o' the other groups, have ya?"

Galacchio tilted his head, he didn't really think to check. After all, the only person he was really rooting for was Wilder, and there was no way he'd lose with the amount of charisma he has. He was the one who got Galacchio his win after all. "No? I mean, you won by a landslide right?"

"Well...buddy, the thing is-"

"I mean, I got through Round One by a lot, there's no way you didn't completely dominate it-"

"Galacchio, listen to me...I don't know what to tell you-"

"You're funny, really nice, everybody you meet loves you. You make people smile, you just ooze charisma, there's just no way you'd lose and I'd win."

Galacchio started talking over Wilder, he did not want to believe it. He understood what Wilder was trying to say, but he just couldn't believe it. He needed Wilder to still be in the running, he needed Wilder to keep fighting for the both of them, he needed to believe that Wilder was going to the next round with him.

"Galacchio, I lost."

Everything came crashing down like a ton of bricks, for the both of them.

"W-W-What?"

"I'm out buddy, lost Round One."

"You mean...I'm...there's..." Galacchio suddenly brought Wilder into a hug, and Wilder dropped his whip is surprise. "I'm so sorry, I should've helped you as much as you helped me."

"Hey...partner, it's ok..." Wilder tried to convince Galacchio, but it was clear he was downtrodden from his defeat.

"It's not ok! I should've done something. I know how much you were looking forward to this!"

"It's not dat big a deal...really...I'm fine."

"Wilder, I can tell you're not..."

"But what am I supposed to do 'bout it? 'M out o' the runnin'! Das it, bar's closed, git out!" Wilder was angry, he lost by the smallest percent, just a few more could have made the difference, but now he's done. Truth be told, he'd been angry since he first found out, even when he came over to congratulate Galacchio on his win, he was angry.

"Wilder...they aren't throwing you out...you can still have fun, right? Isn't that what you came for? Not t-to win...but to have fun."

After lashing out, Wilder quickly calmed himself down. Galacchio was right, just because he lost, that doesn't mean he's done with this.

"Well...I guess I'll be a part of yer entourage den! Yer still in, so that practically counts fer both o' us, right?"

"Wilder...I didn't mean it like that...I just mean you could keep running around and talking to people like you usually do."

"Well, too bad! I'm now team Galacchio's number one fan!"

Galacchio sighed and face palmed. Wilder's ability to rebound from a bad mood was astounding to him. "You really...really don't have to do that!"

"Too bad! M' already making banners!"

"Wilder!"

"I can see it now, you walkin' in to the finals, people following behind ya with flags, banners and other such things!"

"Oh please god no...I don't think I could handle that."

"Welp! Ye better learn! Cause now I'm gonna do everything in my power to make dat happen!"

Galacchio grumbled as Wilder put a hand around his back, pulling them in while laughing heartily. It's good to know that Galacchio's got the support he needs, for better or for worse.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Trails of Cold Steel) Old Class VII gals accidentally hurting their S/O during training

I want Laura to snap me like a toothpick.

Also less angsty, more funny than anything

Laura's greatsword slams against S/O's weapon, knocking them straight onto the floor.

At first, she's a bit proud.

(Laura) "Looks like I've won this match...S/O?"

Upon realizing they weren't responding, she drops her sword and rushes to their side in a panic.

(Laura) "S/O?!"

(S/O) "OW...P-Proud of you, dear."

(Laura) "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- I'll get you a healer-"

She's extremely flustered and doesn't really know what to do. At first she goes for the door, before suddenly going back to them, not wanting to leave them alone.

(S/O) "Laura...just, bring me to the clinic, please-"

Laura picks them up very quickly, which ends up hurting them more which she almost dropped them.

It turns into an entire fiasco where trying to get S/O help ends up injuring them more somehow. Even though S/O laughed and said it's fine, it brings her such embarrassment to recall the memory.

Fie quickly leaps into the air before landing on top of them, and as they tried to get up, she quickly swept their legs and let them land face first to the floor.

She turns back to them, slightly cringing at the noise.

(Fie) "Crap, you alright? That sounded like it hurt."

(S/O) "Oooow! Motherf-!"

S/O had a hand over their nose as they tried to get up before tripping again.

This time, Fie was fast enough to catch them. Though keeping them up was another story. They fell on top of her since her arm strength wasn't great, and S/O was now lying on Fie as she just simply blinked.

(Fie) "Wow, keep it in the room, S/O."

She said with the most deadpan voice.

(S/O) "I think my nose is broken."

Fie gently sat them up and put her fingers on their nose.

(S/O) "What are you-"

Fie realigned their nose with a semi-loud snap, making them wince in pain and yelp out. Being raised by Mercs doesn't tend to make one gentle.

Even though they were cursing up a storm, she gave them a kiss on said nose gently, and made sure to ask Emma how to make things up later.

(Fie) "...Sorry, by the way."

It sounded like she didn't care, but truthfully she felt horrible. She couldn't look them in the eye for the rest of the day.

Emma was hesitant to use her magic on S/O and this was exactly why.

...Well, not exactly the way she imagined it would.

She casted a sleeping spell on them, which caused them to slide off the training mat and onto the ground.

Which then caused several sports balls to fall on their head.

(Emma) "Oh dear."

She ran over to cast a healing spell on them, her worry growing more and more when they weren't waking.

Thankfully, they opened their eyes but reached where her hand was.

It was definitely going to bruise.

(Emma) "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you-"

(S/O) "Ow! Emma, please don't worry, it's fine. I was sorta asking for this anyway."

Another ball fell onto their face, which startled Emma and accidentally let their head drop on the floor.

(Emma) "S-SORRY!"

Alisa in close quarters combat with her bow in the event someone got too close.

Which resulted in the bow hitting S/O's jaw, into their stomach, then finally an overhead smash.

Her battle instincts from the war kicked in, and she was surprised by her own skill.

(Alisa) "W-Wow, I didn't know I could do that! HA! S/O, did you see that!?"

Sharon simply clears her throat and gestures to the ground as she's preparing a first aid kit.

(S/O) "Y...Y-Yeah...I saw."

(Alisa) "Aidios, are you alright?!"

She's beating herself up for hurting her own S/O like that, but more so asking a stupid question when they still haven't gotten up.

(S/O) "...Been better."

Her and Sharon are quick to act, Alisa's instinct to apologize profusely but managing to keep it an and just tend to the girlfriend inflicted injuries.

Sara's Orbal Pistol had a mode to where it only injured, and not killed, which made it perfect for training.

Unfortunately, she didn't hold back and unleashed her full wrath, showing S/O why she earned the nickname "Purple Lightning".

In an instant Sara went right behind them and fired off several shots intending to hit their shoulder.

Instead every one hit their ass.

They yelped out as they dropped their weapon, making Sara snicker.

(S/O) "OW! Sara, what the hell?!"

(Sara) "Sorry, meant to hit your shoulder-"

(S/O) "HOW DO YOU AIM THAT LOW?! Are you drunk or something?!"

(Sara) "Just wanted to give you a heads up, show you where I'm looking! Haha! Ha...ha...?"

Clearing her throat awkwardly, she helped them out.

(Sara) "S-Sorry. Not funny?"

(S/O) "No."

BONUS:

(Rean) "You're sitting kinda weird. You alright?"

(S/O) "No, Sara hit my ass so hard that I can't sit right at all..."

(Rean) "H-HUH?!"

(Sara) "WOAH! Why'd you phrase it like that? They mean that I shot them accidentally during training."

(Rean) "How do you even do that, were you drunk?"

(Sara) "I WAS NOT DRUNK!"

[lazykim12]

Stayed together AU! Laxo and Kenta..

This is an Au I’ve been thinking regarding RUNES, of laxo and kenta, a small what if moment 👀 I really was thinking of wanting to make a small Au of RUNES from the creator of @gloomforrestrunes

So it’s simple, when laxo and kenta try to leave Logwood the second time, but unfortunately it is destroyed due to..raven, and Thistle, ruining Laxo’s escape plan, it all goes like cannon…Except when laxo gets his eye ripped out, scared and in a panic state to help her brother in this Au, she manages to get out of raven’s hold after biting her.

just in a fight or flight more, and in this instance kenta chose fight mode by pure panic, not in a rush to fight, more so to go help laxo, she tried but in result, raven tried grabbing a hold of her but ended up biting her too hard in the back area of the upper back, but in massive pain and feeling light headed, Kenta thought to play dead, and this of course made thistle and raven’s attention focus on kenta instead, with laxo panicking thinking raven had killed kenta, and all that could be heard in laxo’s ears is thistle and raven yelling at each other, laxo couldn’t quite hear the words due to he adrenaline and pain he was in but he could hear a sentence of raven’s.

“I can promise them another Trainee …it will just take time…she barely listened to my orders anyways.”

It all went to dark, well not before raven gave laxo one last slash to the face, blaming him for this accident.

Once waking up again, he’d expect Kenta’s body to be gone, but he then noticed kenta, her eyes half open trying to crawl towards him and thankfully raven and thistle were long gone, laxo was surprised but he had not time to be as he immediately went to Kenta, thankful she wasn’t gone before immediately using all the strength he had to carry her by the scruff, his shoulders felt too weak, he knew he wouldn’t be able to carry her to Askon.

It was a long while, laxo thought he’d collapse by now, but he held on strong…hopefully.

“…w…we’ll b..be okay kenta…we’ll be okay…”

. . .

So that’s the What if moment of the Au, of course this is just a fan idea and this is not cannon to the comic in anyway, I tried my best to go about it accurate, while also changing the idea if raven was more so ungrateful with how kenta was due to laxo, they of course are found near the borders, expect it’s only after they lay down for a bit until laxo decides to keep pushing until he collapses, Au!kenta is more so a little happier, she’s still traumatized from what has happened but is doing better, especially since she’s no longer being assigned to be a trainee in the dark realm. Laxo is still the same but he is a bit, in a way happy too because he has Kenta.

Kenta is still kinda skeptical of Kane due to Nex/aiden and laxo’s past relationship but if laxo is happy, she will trust it, but she will keep her eye out if needed too, she mostly likes to wear buttercups too, and if laxo lets her, she’ll put some on him too. Still going to see if I should develop this AU more!

These characters do not belong to me and belong to @gloomforrestrunes !

(I will keep doing Slugterra stuff just thought about dropping this real quick-) and apologies if I got anything wrong here from the lore in runes!

[number-1-kuaidul-fanboy]

Galaxy Cup is actually really good overall

I said back when the arc first finished that it was just as bad as the previous arc up until Kuaidul's introduction.

...yeah, no I don't think that's accurate to my feelings anymore. I didn't really remember the arc much differently, most of it felt very familiar rewatching it, I think I was honestly just in a bad fucking mood during nearly every episode of this arc before episode 74.

I was so burnt out by the amount of bad writing choices and overabundance of Sevens fanservice hijacking the plot in the previous arc that even though the darkness cards plot was inherently cool, I couldn't get invested in it because I just assumed the mastermind was going to be Otes and as a result, didn't care.

Rewatching this arc and KNOWING that the mastermind is actually this amazing new character pulling the strings enhanced the arc tenfold, especially the duels involving the darkness cards.

Kuaidul, and the foreshadowing and build up to him, is undeniably the best part of the arc. The final three episodes of this arc pop off so hard and are just peak Yugioh. As stated previously,

KUAIDUL VELGEAR

Plus, I absolutely adore the setup of the other characters having to defeat the protagonist who is playing right into the villain's hands without the villain even having to do anything. That is so cool and unique and amazing and HAVE I MENTIONED HOW MUCH I LOVE KUAIUDL?! HE'S A SASSY PUPPETMASTER WITH A HAND IN EVERYTHING AND AH HE'S SO DAMN COOL! :D

Um... So anyways, the rest of the arc is uh... it's pretty good. I kind of like Zaion now. He's funny. But let's be real for a moment: he was just a filler villain to tide us over before Kuaidul. Zaion was a tiny lil mozzarella stick tossed to us to make us shut up while we wait for our Kuaidul pizza. And while Zaion was a nice little enjoyable mozzarella stick, he did still feel like a distraction that... honestly still hasn't amounted to much, at least in the grand scheme of things. I dunno, the current upcoming episode at the time of writing this (A Clockwork Zaion) could change that but at the current moment, his presence in Galaxy Cup felt like a distraction and... messed with the pacing and focus of the arc a bit.

The big problem with this arc in general is that it was pretty aimless and all over the place before Kuaidul graced us with his presence. Before that... only one character gets properly taken over by a darkness card (Yuamu), which is supposed to the A plot, because the plot has to balance screentime with Zaion's furniture excursion, Yudias training Epoch, Manabu having my most hated episode in the show (again, not bothering to go into detail, we all know why it's bad) and then the fallout, Epoch learning that cheating is bad- oh wait, she never actually learned that because the arc was balancing too many plots at once and Epoch went right back to cheating in Spacetime. Ha ha oops. I don't dislike Epoch for this like I used to. She is just a kid and has other qualities that do make her a likeable character despite this but... the cheating thing really needs to be addressed.

This arc spent so much time introducing more and more subplots before the finals that to this day, it's left a lot of things unaddressed for way too long. Tremolo and co. are currently STILL FURNITURE and this arc ended in SEPTEMBER. There's just... too much going on this arc and it makes the episodes feel disjointed. That being said, the stuff that's going on is all good (except the Manabu thing). Yudias mentoring Epoch is really cute and Zaion is a funny ridiculous mozzarella stick of a villain. Most of the parts are good. They just don't completely mesh at times and makes the pacing a bit of a mess.

Seriously, Yudias getting into Galaxy Cup (something that's crucial for the finale of the arc to happen) felt so rushed and out of nowhere, as though the creators ran out of episodes to have him naturally get into the tournament with. However, I can ultimately forgive that as what it lead to was good. This arc is disjointed but apart from two episodes (the Manabu and Mitsuko ones), it's overall enjoyable and the payoff is well worth it. It definitely put Go Rush back on the right track, even if some of the problems from the last arc unfortunately carried over into this arc.

[history-detective]

BlackStar ~Theater Starless translation

Season 1 – Episode 8:

Chapter 6 - Turn your back on me.

(Mokuren, Kei, Kokuyou, Hari, MC, Qu)

Haseyama: Yo, Miss and Kei.

Haseyama: Ah~ I made a lot of money. It's great, the battle for the top.

Haseyama: Let's do it again, in a big way. Maybe I can do it everytime.

Haseyama: So, do you want to see it too? Kokuyou and Mokuren, let's see who wins and who loses.

Kei: Rather than watch the match, make sure you don't cheat.

Haseyama: What is fraud? There is no way I'd do that, Miss.

MC: That.....that's right.

Haseyama: See, Kei, this lady knows exactly what she's talking about.

**Kei moves closer**

Kei: Don't touch her.

Kokuyou: ...........What are you doing, you idiot? Move, you're in my way.

Haseyama: You're a nuisance, aren't you?

Haseyama: I came to watch you compete. The fun begins now.

Kokuyou: I don't need that, didn't ask for it. It's worthless.

Kokuyou: ................

Kokuyou: Oi, Mokuren, are you satisfied?

Mokuren: ......Ah, I understand. It seems like I won't reach you here.

Kokuyou: If you understand, fine. There is no place for you in Team W, so get out.

MC: Kokuyou......!

Kei: Oh, I see. Are you sure? Kokuyou.

Kokuyou: My top hasn't changed. If you [Mokuren] don't like that, you have no choice but to leave.

Haseyama: Haha! That's interesting. The leader of Team W is domineering.

Haseyama: Hey, if you don't like him, you'll kick him out. I guess it's like that.

Haseyama: You never know when you will be swept off your feet.

Haseyama: But, it's quite different.

Haseyama: At the time with Akira, you smashed him, and they're still picking on him.

Kokuyou: ...............

Haseyama: In short, that's it Kokuyou. You can't use Mokuren.

Haseyama: If the oldest person at the top is like that, Starless is no big deal.

Haseyama: It's about time, Mr Kei. Let's talk about it later. See you.

**Haseyama walks off**

Kei: Hm, let me ask you a question. Mokuren, will you leave?

Mokuren: Oh, I'm leaving. Thank you for your help, MC.

MC: Wait, Mokuren!

Kei: Let me ask you again, Kokuyou. -----Is this okay?

Kokuyou: Yeah. My answer won't change.

Kokuyou: Mokuren, do whatever you like. There is no place for you in W.

**Kokuyou walks off**

MC: Ah, Kokuyou.

Kei: Let him go. Team W's performance is over.

**Hari appears with Qu slowly behind**

Hari: Have you announced the results yet?

Qu: There is no need to rush, Hari. It looks like it is over already.

Qu: So Mokuren, have you made up your mind yet?

Mokuren: When it comes to dance, it's always the same [ answer].

Qu: Ah--that's right. I won't understand unless I speak your language.

Qu: Are you going to the lesson hall? I'll stay with you too, until you are satisfied.

Hari: Wait a minute, so, what's the result?

Mokuren: Shut up. I'll kick you.

**Mokuren swings [LOL]**

Hari: What are you doing? It's dangerous. Please don't kick me so suddenly.

Mokuren: Qu, I avoided this guy.

Qu: .......Mokuren, I think that kind of thing about you is the cast of Starless.

Hari: It feels kind of disturbing......

Mokuren: Let's go, Hari. I'll make you dance, until you puke.

Hari: Until I puke? Eh, what are you talking about?

Qu: Don't go easy on him at first. Also, stop grabbing me by the collar.

**Mokuren grabs Hari too*

Hari: Hey, please let go! Don't grab me!

**They all shuffle away**

Kei: Yare, yare, how lively.

MC: Looks like it will be a bit of fun.

Kei: Does it look like fun? Mokuren or me?

MC: Huh?

Kei: ......No, there is no need to worry. It's going to get interesting from now on.

END OF STORY.

DISCLAIMER – This is not an accurate translation! Please do not steal. Please let me know of any corrections and what I translated wrong- I may have just written what I think works best, but if you think otherwise, let me know. :)

[steeltraptrainer]

"You think we're ready for this?" Ferro's shoes scuff the stone floor in front of the Great Cathedral. "We have... dawdled a little bit." He can't help but gently sway the Burial Blade in his hands.

"Doesn't mean we ain't ready." Giacomo looks at his axe. "I have the fire paper from Alfred still. We don't have a good, serrated weapon between us, but we are absolutely going to manage this."

"If you say so..." Ferro takes a deep breath. "Alright. Let's hit it. We have a city to rescue."

---

The change in the woman is grotesque. Awfully grotesque. She's humongous, shaggy. The clerics, the church people, always became the worst beasts. It makes Ferro feel so so small. It makes Giacomo shake in his boots. And yet... And yet, they persist. They cannot fail here. If they can't even face a vicar gone mad, they will not be able to end this nightmare.

They steel their hearts.

The blades of their weapons sing in the air.

---

The vicar shrieks. Her fur is drenched in blood, sticks to her hide and into the wounds. They've done easy work of her so far. A two-pronged approach just enough to keep her on her toes, to make sure she doesn't focus on one of them too much. One of Ferro's slashes has cut into her veil, cut the eye below it. The resulting howl was loud enough it practically shook the walls. Giacomo wonders if Djura down below can hear this. Can hear the absolute racket of the Church's death throes. Maybe he can. It would be fitting.

Two slashes to her legs, hamstrings cut. A horrible shriek. She topples, one of her claws still clutching the amulet. A last keepsake, one she might not even remember. She shakes her head, wails. Ferro jumps, scythe above his head, and swings. Down the neck, right into the spinal cord, through skin and muscle stretched taut. One last shriek. Flesh parts under siderite, only to get assaulted once more with a Hunter's Axe in dire need of repairs. Bone splinters. And at long last, she falls quiet, body dissolving into ashen motes. The rush of Blood Echoes is awful, goes right to their heads and through.

"That..." Giacomo wheezes, "Sucked. But we did it." He leans against a wall, thumps his head against the wall gently. "Let's wait a bit for the skull. Just a bit."

"Fine by me."

---

"That... Eugh." Ferro shakes his head. "Stupid church. Have an adage that is explicitly warning them of the old blood, yet consume it like others consume water."

"Not cool. Not at all. But at least we can go into that forest now..."

"That ain't going to be fun. Traps and ekans-esque monsters all over."

"Blegh..." Giacomo slumps. "Best wait with going there until we had another go around at the whole waking thing. Let's go to the dream for now..."

---

The waking is coming, bit by bit. They can feel it. Until then, however, they sit next to the doll, eyes closed and dozing. Just for a bit... Just until

T h e y

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[letmeremindyouvn]

Zech SFW Alphabet soup? :3

Sorry for the late reply. ;w; Thank you so much for the ask.

SFW Alphabet ask for Zech:

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Zecharias is very affectionate. He loves being close with people he cares about, spending any time he has with them. He prefers physical contact like snuggling or holding hands, especially when it comes to someone he’s in love with/is obsessed with, but he doesn’t mind just sitting with them or chatting, as long as he gets to be with them.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Unfortunately, Zech is going to be very clingy as a friend too. I’m not sure if there’s such thing as friendship yanderes, but that would be Zech. Being alone for so long in the Backrooms has made him crave for any human interaction and relationships, and he’ll hold on to any that he has with a vice-like grip.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddles, and he’s a great cuddler too. He’ll be gentle, but won’t let go of you easily. If you let him hold you for hours, he would happily do so. He might even get a bit upset if you want him to let go.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He would love to settle down immediately with his partner if he could, since he’ll do anything to be with them. He’s not exactly very good at cooking, but since he can read memories, he can likely recreate food you love and make them look and taste exactly how you remember them.

He’s pretty good at cleaning, after all, he’s been trapped in the Backrooms alone for years, and has to keep the place clean himself.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Zecharias has never broken up with anyone, but has had people broken up with him before…and unfortunately, the results are very…bloody…

He won’t take break ups well at all.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Despite being obsessed with his partner, he does realize marriage is a big commitment and won’t rush it. He would like marriage as soon as possible, but would allow time to get closer to his partner and make sure they’re comfortable with him first.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

It depends, with his partner he’s gentle, or as gentle as possible. He does forget to be physically gentle at times because he forgets his own strength. But with people who aren’t his partner generally he’s much more harsh towards, often being more sassy and rough especially if he dislikes them.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Zecharias LOVES hugs. He really likes physical contact especially from his partner. He gives very warm and tight bear hugs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Despite being a yandere, Zecharias is surprisingly patient at waiting for the right moment to say “I love you”. He does realize these three words hold a lot of weight to them. He would want to make sure his partner is comfortable with him and develops feelings for him before saying it to them. His main problem is how he gets his partner to develop said feelings, he seems to think that just being kind and giving them everything they want is enough to make them fall in love with him.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Well…he’s a yandere, the aggressively clingy type too. I think that’s all I need to say. ;w;

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Zecharias’ kisses are…dangerous. I can’t say why at the moment, but he…takes something from you if he kisses you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Now that I think about it, I don’t think Zech has really ever been around children. I think he’ll be pretty good with kids, and would love playing with them. Though you do have to warn him to be gentle with kids, he tends to forget his own strength.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

There’s no day or night in the Backrooms, so I’m going with a scenario where Zecharias manages to escape the Backrooms and is living with his partner. He would be an early riser and would happily do things around the house even when his partner and everyone else is asleep. You’d wake up to find him preparing breakfast, or doing some chores, while singing to himself. You might also catch him staring off into the sky or listening to birds chirping outside, both of these things are something he misses doing while he was trapped in the Backrooms.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He would want to spend as much time with his partner as possible, unless his partner works night shifts. Night time is lonely, and the darkness reminds him of the Backrooms. He would want to stay close to his partner or anyone he trusts as much as he can, to remind himself that he’s not alone anymore.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Zecharias has a lot of secrets, many that he’s ashamed of because he’s sure people will not trust him if he revealed them, and some memories that he’s still traumatized by.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Zech is very patient. Being hundreds of years old and trapped in the Backrooms most of his life did that. However, even he has limits.

He does have a hard time controlling his emotions. Rile him up enough and he will unleash his anger on you. He’ll start with making you see or relive your most painful memories, and force you to do things you don’t want to do. But if you get him furious enough, he’ll get aggressive and attack you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Zech is all about memories, he clings onto any memory he has and doesn’t forget easily. And besides, even if he does forget, he can easily read your memory to see what he’s forgotten.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably the moment you agree to stay with him. He just really wants you to stay by his side and not leave him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Zecharias is the type of yandere who will protect his love interest to the very end, even at the cost of his own life. He won’t hurt his love interest…intentionally. He still doesn’t realize his own strength exceeds that of a human’s. He would protect you both physically and emotionally. After all, he can alter memories to an extent and he can remove your bad memories, with the impression that it would make you happier.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

All the effort in the world. :D

Thanks to his ability to read memories, he can see what your favorite gifts and meals are. He’ll either conjure up what you like, or find a way to make them happen. He’ll plan dates and celebrations for anniversaries, or any other events.

As for everyday tasks, it depends. If it’s for his partner he would generally do it cheerfully.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Stalking. ;w; And spying on his partner. Also reading the memories of anyone he comes into contact with to see if they have any weaknesses. He doesn’t realize any of these are a violation of privacy at all.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s very vain. :D He wants to keep up this elegant, distinguished appearance. It’s pretty much why he wears a suit and has gold accessories on him. He wants to look his best at all times.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Definitely. Zecharias constantly feels empty, mostly due to loneliness being trapped in the Backrooms. He has this mentality that only a partner can make him feel whole and happy.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Zecharias really hates having his mouth covered or having something tight around his neck. He feels like his voice, especially his singing voice, is his greatest asset.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Being left alone. He’s terrified of being alone. And also he has the usual yandere behaviors of hating it when his partner spends time too long away from him or when his partner talks to other potential love interests. He also hates restraints like chains, collars, and cages; brings back too many bad memories.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t sleep much, too many nightmares. But I think he’ll be more comforted around his partner and might be able to fall asleep.

[ultrahpfan5blog]

Secret Invasion - Excellent performances and interesting ideas squandered with mediocre execution....

I was actually pretty psyched for Secret Invasion when the trailers came out. I didn't feel there was a whole lot of hype around the show but I was looking forward to it. After the fairly jokey nature of recent MCU, I was looking forward to the pivot towards more darker material, similar to TWS, and TFATWS. Now I didn't think TFATWS was great but it was solid and TWS is arguably my favorite MCU film to date and the trailers for Secret Invasion definitely felt like they were more that tone.

Having seen the series, it really feels like Marvel just don't have a handle on how to pace and structure their tv shows. Secret Invasion, at 6 episodes and such an intricate storyline, had no business being a slow burn show with a rushed ending. This should have been a fast paced paranoid thriller. Maybe all of it should have been set within a very short window of time. Instead, as a lot of these MCU shows have done, there are episodes where very little happens, and then there are episodes where a lot happens and it feels rushed. Given that this is now a common occurrence in the MCU tv shows, it seems obvious that the writers don't have a handle on how to pace these 6 episode series. Also, this show was oddly small for a show that was about something so big. There was a lot of sidestepping to try and explain why Fury was the person who had to be the one who stopped Gravik and why he couldn't involve some of his powered friends. While the explanation works up to a point, when the world is on the brink of WWIII, the explanation starts falling apart. Then there are certain relationships that are very essential to the emotional weight of the show, which have far too little screen time for us to really care. The marriage of Fury and Priscilla/Varra is a bond that is brought up throughout the back half of the season, but the truth is that it is treated with a sort of reverence in the show which it has not earned from the audience, which is a damn shame because Jackson and Woodard do some excellent work in their scenes together. Then there is the whole ending of the show. While they do shake up the status quo a bit, which I hope will be followed up in the next Captain America movie, there are some very dumb decisions taken as well. For example, the decision to make G'iah into a superpowered being who is ridiculously overpowered is something that will be a ramification the MCU will have to deal with for a while. Maybe they will have this make more sense in a future MCU project, but for now, it does seem strange that they made such an OP character all of a sudden. Also, the bait and switch in the finale cheapens a very fine scene. The entire scene between Gravik and Fury was actually very meaningful, but having Fury be G'iah all along makes that scene loose its emotional value because we don't know if that is what Fury feels.

The damn shame about the show is that there is actually a fair amount of stuff that is actually pretty good. There is some excellent acting work in the show. Samuel L. Jackson, Ben Mendelsohn, Kingsley Ben-Adir, Olivia Colman, Don Cheadle, and Charlayne Woodard all do some excellent work on the show. The actual story of the show is interesting because we actually do genuinely see that the Skrulls have very legitimate grievances against Fury. He is a man who used the Skrulls as agents, gained power within SHIELD as a result, but did not find a new home for the Skrulls and did not have the courage to admit that finding a new home wasn't possible. And then he deserted them on Earth and went to Saber. The resentment built up in the Skrulls is totally understandable. And Jackson does an excellent job showing a much more brittle and guilt ridden man, as opposed to the confident operative we have seen in the past. His dynamic with Talos is one of the highlights of the show. Ben Mendelsohn was insanely likable as Talos and his death was honestly one of the most gut wrenching deaths in the MCU. Olivia Colman just looked like she was having a ball of a time and boost of witty energy whenever she's on screen. Don Cheadle does some of his best work. The scenes between Fury and Rhodey, both before and after Fury find out that he's a Skrull, are impeccable. Kingsley Ben-Adir does a lot to make Gravik was a very understandable villain, even though his backstory is half baked and told rather than shown. Similarly, Charlayne Woodard is excellent, even though her character gets the sort of reverence from the show which is never earned by the writing. The scenes with her and Jackson are excellent and they are able to get that "married for a long time" feel despite barely any setup. Emilia Clarke is a bit of a mixed bag. She's forced to be rather stoic throughout most of the show, so she doesn't get to stand out despite being a significant part of the show.

The tone and story of the show is interesting. The idea of infiltration and creating paranoia is a good concept and when the show leans into that, its pretty good. But the show then also tries to be a bit too big for its boots by introducing super Skrulls and attempting to start WWIII. So it sometimes feels like the showrunners and writers aren't sure what show they are trying to make.

All in all, this isn't a bad show, but it had potential to be much better. If executed right, it could have been up there with MCU's best. Its a show that actually had some major character deaths like Maria Hill and Talos, and at least seems to have rattled the status quo of the Earth and not every thing is settled by the end of the show, but the execution of how things led to that point felt a little lacking. I would say this ranks around a 5 to 6/10.

[fecto-forgo]

i need your know your thoughts on fecto elfilis in general bc i lovelovelove your interpretation from what ive seen and i wanna see More So So Bad

AKSYSKJSKS YOU!!! YOURE GONNA MAKE ME BLUSHHH ok ok elfilis thoughts lets seeee

-ive already said this before but i very much go w the interpretation their mind worked like the fermi paradox dark forest theory:theyre extremely paranoid of any other life forms and they see them as nothing but threats to their survival, so they exterminate whole planets therefore conquering them, the good in them was essentially overshadowed by their severe self preservation urges, their failed attack on the forgotten planet and resulting consequences also served as cementing their paranoia that other species are inherently dangerous

-their origins are completely unclear to them and theyve never met another of their own species, they simply came to be one day, tbh growing up as a planet warping alien without anyone to give you an idea of what a moral compass is and whos dangerous and whos not is probably the root cause of them growing terrified of everything and seeing everyone as threats and deciding that means everyone has to die before they can even think of hurting them

-elfilis personality is weird in my view? theyre on a weird line between conscious and having no self awareness, specially when attacking, if actually given a standard healthy environment to fully form it in theyd probably be a bit similar to a (tad mean) child mindset for a while, that did however not happen so their mind ended up splitting in two because it couldnt handle it together anymore after the lab experiments (ayy i found a way to work more plural metaphors into the split), ig in a way you could see forgo and elfilin as the two ways elfilis could have resulted, one grew up in the lab surrounded by people who saw them as a test subject and entertainment source w elfilis memories and the other actually got to bond with others and be treated well

-they did however when lucid (for lack of a better term) (i mean i already headcanon forgo as psychotic so lizzie probably was too) have a bit of an ego issue with being overly confident in how many successful invasions they had done, those were very much power and safety fantasies to them at times

-they can communicate normally w full sentences! thats a forgo exclusive issue having to do w its brain mal forming from the eternity capsule screwing with its reformation and growth from the elfilis goop

-their "species" (its just them theyre the species) are immortal and fully asexual and aromantic, i think their thoughts on gender and pronouns would range from the "we use he/him for him but he doesnt really care" meme to "stop perceiving me i am going to kill you."

-the accident with them was kinda like if you put a hamster in the microwave but instead of exploding it melts into goo.and the result was also their whole ass identity split into two new ones.

-this isnt rly a lis headcanon but i just wanted to bring it up to explain the previous point:the way i see the entire "oops we split in half" accident is their body melted and split, elfilin spent most of that time after escaping as unconscious goop that very slowly throughout the years after the planets population ascended into the stars formed into the the child version of elfilis again, forgo is a deformed overgrown fetus because they tried rushing their body stability with the tube fluids, which instead trapped them as immediately conscious in stasis while their body was stuck expanding the fetus form and not becoming solid at all (i actually see that the reason its right ear is losing shape is because theyve begun straight up deteriorating from being in the tube fluids for over a century by that point)

-a consequence of going w the interpretation forgo and elfilis are separate is theres not much to say abt them bc theyre essentially a character exclusive to the games backstory since their identity died after splitting into two.i miss them </3