#ITS GONNA BE LIKE. DEATH AFTER DEATH AFTER DEATH

[lovelyjj]

Can you do a pregnant reader x jj oneshot ab reader having morning sickness and idk is sore?? And she gets at jj cause he "did this to her" idk I think it's funny 😭😭 if you don't want to ignore this <3

Morning Sickness

jj maybank x pregnant!reader

requests open

Being pregnant had its ups and downs. The thought of carrying JJ’s child made you giddy. But Right now you were experiencing one of the downs. It was early in the morning when you felt sick to your stomach.

The morning light shined through your bedroom window when you climbed out of JJ’s death grip and rolled out of bed. JJ let out a groan, displeased that you left his arms. You padded to the bathroom connected to your shared bedroom.

The sound of you throwing up had JJ on his feet. He rushed to your side and started to pull your hair back. He also started to rub your back. The morning sickness was no fun. You hated throwing up.

“Let it out mama,” JJ soothed.

“Ugh I hate this,” you whined your mouth with the back of your arm.

The vomiting was far from over, and you had no idea. Another round came up fast, you bent your head over the toilet and threw up some more.

When you got a chance to catch your breath you angrily said, “you did this to me!”

“Aw baby I’m sorry, If I could take away your pain I would,” JJ pouted.

“Ughhh,” you groaned.

You continued to vomit and it was awful. JJ was right there with you. He got a hair tie and tied you hair up for you. After what felt like forever your morning sickness eventually faded.

Later that day you were complaining because everything felt sore. Your ankles were swollen and it made you feel ugly. JJ has reassured you throughout your pregnancy that he thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

JJ was scrolling in his phone when he came across a video of a guy holding up his pregnant wife’s stomach. He thought since it was his fault you’re pregnant, he would do you a favor.

“Hey babe where are you?” JJ called out.

“In the bathroom!” you we’re doing your skincare.

JJ entered the bathroom with a little smile on his face.

“I’m going to do something that’s gonna help you so much!”

You were intrigued so you let him do what he wants. JJ wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted up your pregnant belly so the weight was off you and he was holding all of it.

“Oh my god that feels like heaven,” you moaned.

“I bet it does. Glad I could help,” JJ sent you a wink through the mirror.

You asked JJ to hold up your belly quite often since that day, and he was glad to do it. You couldn’t wait for the arrival of your baby. Together you were gonna be awesome parents.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

SICKNESS

No warnings, pure fluff..this is awfully long and I dont really like it but its been in my drafts for quite some time

Your boyfriend was your complete opposite. In many ways.

despite being polar opposites, the two of you got along surprisingly well. However while you were more of a morning bird, anakin preferred spending hours in bed after waking up. You preferred salty and sweety food, while anakin was obsessed with spicy food. You preferred winter, while he liked summer. And when it came to being sick, you didn't really act overly dramatic about it, unlike anakin

"Gosh, I'm gonna die.." Anakin groaned as he shivered under the covers, desperately attempting to pull them higher and burrow deeper into them

you couldn't help but let out a light chuckle at his overdramatic display "ani, you're not gonna die"

"I am.." he rasped through a hoarse throat, his voice weak and strained "My throat hurts like hell..my head feels like it's about to explode and-" he was suddenly cut off by another coughing fit "...god..see? I'm about to die"

you chuckled once more at his dramatic declarations. the soft clatter of pills inside a plastic bottles echoed in your ears as you searched for the right medication to soothe his pain

"You're just sick.." you gently reassured him "you won't die, I promise"

"How can you be so sure?" anakin rolled onto his side, nuzzling his face into the pillow "..I'm seriously dying..my throat feels like a sandpaper!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." you giggled, approaching him with a glass of water and two pills "but i need you to sit up, baby"

"Do I really have to..?" he whined

when you gave him a firm stare, he begrudgingly pushed himself up to lean against the bed frame. He eyed the pills in your hand skeptically "what are those for?" he asked

"they're supposted to help beat the fever"

anakin had a habit of becoming extra dramatic when he was sick. He would act like he was on death's door over a simple cold, which was both amusing and slighty annoying at the same time

with a sigh, he reached for the pills and swallowed them with the sip of water. Afterwards, he slumped back down into the bed. You could see his body trembling under the thin layer of blanket and the idea came to your mind "I feel like hell.."

"I know," you sighed, heading to his wardrobe to grab another blanket. "Are you still cold?" you asked, raising your voice so he could hear you.

"Freezing," he mumbled, pulling the covers up to his neck. There was a brief pause before he spoke again. "Can you come here?..I need cuddles.."

"Of course, Ani" you said, leaving the wardrobe and approaching the bed. You spread the blanket over the covers to give him extra warmth that he craved so much

He looked like an overgrown child, buried beneath a heap of blankets. Only a few disheveled locks of dark blond hair and weary blue eyes could be seen peeking out from underneath. He grasped your arm gently and tugged you down onto the bed. "There," he murmured, “Now hug me.”

You chuckled affectionately at his neediness, crawling under the covers to snuggle up beside him. Anakin promptly enveloped his sore arms around your waist, resting his head upon your chest with a soft groan. Becoming his personal pillow, especially at these times, could be seen as your never ending job that you even enjoyed. But if anyone would pay you for doing it, you'd find yourself swimming in a pool full of cash, which wasn't the worse

"You're so warm," he mumbled, pulling the blankets tighter around both of you. "Why aren't I as warm as you are?"

"you're trembling.." your fingers brushed through his messy curls, taking note of his shivering body. Somehow you felt a pang of remorse for laughing at him earlier even if his behavior was specific to say the least

"Of course I'm trembling," he clinged to you as if you were a lifeline. "I've got a fever, I'm cold and sore and sick and tired and miserable..." he continued, listing off his symptoms with a pathetic whine. "..so I'll cling onto you until this stupid sickness is gone."

Unable to contain your amusement, a small smile tugged at your lips. Despite his childlike behavior, you couldn't help but find him utterly adorable. The way he searched for physical contact and clung to you for comfort and support made your heart flutter.

"God, I hate being sick," he grumbled, burying his face into your chest. "Being around you is the only thing I enjoy right now."

You soothed him with a soft voice, twirling a curl around your finger "It's okay, baby. The meds will kick in soon enough."

"Everything is just so annoying right now," he complained, his words muffled against your chest. "My head hurts, every part of my body feels sore and throbbing...and I don't know what'll kill me... a headache or the misery itself."

You planted a gentle kiss on his warm forehead, trying to soothe his 'concerns'. "It's just a fever, Ani. you'll be okay."

He grumbled in response, knowing you were right but still feeling entitled to exaggerate his discomfort. "But everything hurts," he whined.

You rolled your eyes playfully, already having grown accustomed to his dramatic antics. "I know, you've already said that," you teased.

"Don't stop rubbing my hair," he mumbled drowsily out of nowhere, relishing the soothing feeling it was providing to his tired head. "Feels so good..."

As the meds slowly began to take effect, you hoped they would soon lull him into a peaceful slumber. But before that happened, he piped up with an unexpected request.

"You gonna make me meatballs?"

You chuckled softly at his random craving. "You're craving meatballs?" you asked, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

He nodded weakly, his eyes practically lighting up at the thought of your homemade dish "Yeah..I always feel better after you make them. Make 'em extra spicy too.." he pleaded, his voice filled with hope.

"Ani, you know you shouldn't be eating spicy food right now. Not with a fever and a sore throat," you gently reminded him.

He pulled back from your chest and looked up at you with puppy eyes and an exaggerated frown. "Are you really going to deny me my favorite spicy meatballs?"

Despite knowing better, he wasn't above asking for special treatment, relying on his boyfriend privileges to get what he wanted, even if it wasn't good for his health.

You gently brushed a stray curl out of his eye and replied firmly, "You'll have to wait until you're healthy again."

Anakin let out a melodramatic groan and draped his arm over his eyes, flopping back onto the pillow with a heavy sigh. "But I want them," he mumbled pathetically

"It's for your own good.."

He let out another melodramatic sigh, realizing that you weren't budging. But, true to form, that didn't stop him from trying to persuade you.

"You're so cruel to me," he pouted, feigning a wounded expression. "Starving me and denying me my favorite food while I'm ill and dying..." His tone was playful, clearly enjoying the banter.

"You're so dramatic," you teased. "Is there anything else you'd like to eat?"

He paused for a moment, pretending to think carefully about his food request. "Well, nothing much. Maybe just some soup and tea," he said casually, before sneaking in a hopeful whisper. "And spicy meatballs.."

You dissolved into laughter at his persistent attempt to break the no-spicy-food rule. "Ani, no spicy food," you reiterated

He let out a frustrated groan, burying his face into the pillow and sulking like a child denied his favorite toy. It was adorable how his demeanor completely changed when he was unwell, transforming him into a grumpy, bratty boy.

He muttered sulkily, "You're mean...what if I said please?"

"We just talked about it,"

Another groan of disappointment escaped him as he, again, flung an arm over his weary eyes, acting like a frustrated baby who was just about fed up with everything. Despite his best efforts, his worn-out muscles and tired mind kept him from pulling off his usual whining and pouting. After a moment of silence, he slowly removed his arm again and looked up at you with hopeful eyes.

"Please...? Please, just a few meatballs. I'm craving them so much.." he pleaded, sounding like a sad puppy with his tired and raspy voice.

You sighed, knowing that there was no easy way to make him see reason. The basic, logical facts didn't seem to register in his sick-addled brain. "I'll see what I can do," you responded, resigned.

His demeanor instantly brightened, a small, victorious smile illuminating his face. He looked like a kid who had just won the jackpot, thoroughly pleased with himself. Suddenly, he remembered something else, and his expression brightened even more.

"..And I want cuddles.."

"you're so demanding, you know that?" it made you frown jokingly, letting him nuzzle closer once more

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[brodieland]

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.★ It might be Pizza Time..☽

Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

➳Synopsis: recovering with pizza and Megumi after the sister school exchange event!! ➳Tag(s): banter, suicide joke nothing crazy, some swearing, blood and injures but not super descriptive ➳Word Count: 1518 ➳A/N: ayo new layout???? oh yeah new fandom too ig.. anyways idk how I feel bout this, but its been forever since ive written so just tryna get back into it. soooo here's this.. I suppose!

"Megumi," you stated, very seriously while glaring daggers at him. "Did you actually try and summon Mahoraga on Todo??"

He just turned to you and rolled his eyes. "Oh my god I wasn't actually going to, mind your business or something."

"Sorry just curious on if its time for a therapist," you taunted.

"Do you find pleasure in getting on my nerves or something? Because I'm really debating on-"

"On what? What're you gonna do? Try and kill me," you joked before holding up your fists, one above the other. "Maybe try and summon your best friend mahoraga?"

"I don't try and-"

"You literally shouted 'with the treasure I summon,'" you made sure to use your high pitched nerd voice when mocking Megumi, "when we bumped shoulders not to long ago."

"That was like forever ago."

"That was this morning, but okay."

"You were literally bothering me? Like you are now? Just know I will take me down to take you down, I really do not care," he shrugged like it was sooo obvious.

"Does this count as you having an 'unshakeable character' or something? Because that just sounds plain suicidal in my books."

He rolled his eyes, "In your books? Wow, didn't know you could read."

You sent a death glare in his direction while you can just see the smugness in his eyes, and with that, Maki appeared behind you. "What're you guys still doing here?"

"What're you talking about," you asked.

"You're late, the Kyoto students are almost here for the exchange event. Don't tell me you forgot or something?"

You paused, "or something."

She just rolled her eyes and dragged you along. "If I have to see my sister so do you," she quickly turned back to Megumi, "I hope you're planning to stand up and join us."

He reluctantly stood up from the steps he was sitting at and trudged behind the two of you. As much as he hates to admit it (he would never admit this by the way), he likes your banter, the going back and forth. You may annoy him and get under his skin from time to time, but it's something he looks forward to when talking to you. Not that he looks forward to talking to you of course, that'd be weird.

Anyways. The three of you saw the rest of your classmates standing and waiting, but instead of seeing the Kyoto students, you saw Nobara bouncing over to the rest of you with a plethora of luggage trailing behind her. Sadly she thought we were going to Kyoto and proceeded to yell at the second years for winning the previous games, and being the reason the games are being held in Japan instead. Finally the Kyoto school was here, and whilst everyone was greeting each other and whatnot, you held back with Megumi. He was just antisocial, you've known that since you met back in primary school, but you just wanted to get this over with. Fighting with people instead of curses wasn't really your thing, unless it was friendly training of course.

You nudged Megumi's side, "oh my god, look, it's your best friend," you're pointed towards Todo. He just side-eyed you, making you chuckle, (he chuckled too by the way, but if you asked if he thought that was funny, he would've said no). But the craziest part? Yuuji Itadori popping up from the dead. You were shocked, but Megumi and Nobara didn't seem to jump with joy, Itadori's reaction to that was pretty funny.

"You guys?" Itadori mumbled out. "I'm not dead.. why don't you look happy," he nervously smiled.

"We thought you were dead for like a month," Nobara's brow was twitching.

Megumi looked like he was gonna punch the pink haired boy in front of him. "Finally, I get to meet Sukuna's vessel," you smiled.

The raven haired boy turned his violent glare to you, knowing what you were implying (you were implying to have someone new to annoy him, if that wasn't clear). He was already fed up with you and Nobara, but that's not really your problem.

The group battles went as expected. Wait that's a lie, they were interrupted by a bunch of cursed spirits and users. You ended up fighting beside Megumi, and eventually, Maki. You three were fighting against a special grade who went by the name Hinami. As strong as the three of you were, the curse was, well, beating your ass. Your weapons were barely shattering its armor and your energy was running on low. You were bumped and scratched all over, surely needing some stitches on your leg. That wasn't the worst of it though.

"Where the hell are the others, aren't they watching over us," you grunted out.

"It's probably the stupid veil," Megumi responded. "Shit!"

You quickly spun your head towards the boys painful sounds, and your eyes widened. Roots were growing out of his stomach as blood poured from his mouth. You and Maki both shouted in shock while you ran toward him. Though you were quickly stopped at the branch impaling both yours and Maki's shoulders together, quickly pulling you close and holding you up.

The freakish spirit started go on about god knows what, but you weren't listening. Both the pain in your leg and shoulder were stacking and you could barely think about what was happening, you were just worried about what just happened to Megumi. You took deep breaths and looked over to the raven haired boy just a mere few feet away. You saw his hands starting to pull on the roots.

"NO, Megumi don't even think about it," you shouted, startling both Megumi and Maki. "If you rip a hole in your stomach I will kill you myself."

He didn't respond, his breathing just got heavier as he stabled himself with the ground below him. "Our fights over," Maki said, and before you could question her, down came from the sky Itadori and Todo. Todo ended up grabbing the three of you and taking you somewhere safe before heading back to the fight. You don't know much of what happened after this, but you remember sitting somewhere up against a tree in front of the buildings leaning next to Megumi whilst Maki laid at your feet.

"Knew your best friend would save us," you breathed out. You could've sworn you saw a smile tugging on the boys lips before your eyelids became heavy. Last thing you remember was holding his arm and passing out on his shoulder.

You weren't asleep for long. When you woke up, Ieiri was patching up your leg. "Ieiri," you mumbled.

"Your leg was pretty banged up, but you'll be fine," she said as she put out her cigarette.

"Is um, Megumi, is he okay," you recalled the roots that almost ripped open his stomach.

"Fushiguro? Yeah he's fine, but his stomach might take some extra time to heal." You nodded as she finished with your leg. She told you that you'd be fine to walk around but not to overdo it. You thanked her and left to grab some food.

When the two of you were younger, you sprained your wrist after falling off your bike, and to make you feel better, Megumi gave you his pizza at lunch. As you got older, this ended up becoming a little tradition between the two of you. And now that the two of you were older, you can buy a whole pizza to split instead of sacrificing a measly slice. You waited about half an hour for your delivery to get here and make your way to Megumi's room.

"Megs," you knocked at the door. That wasn't his favorite nickname, but he never said anything to you about it. You opened the door and saw him laying in bed and turn his head to you. "Pizza time?"

Megumi sat up against the head board while you shut the door behind you, sitting next to him and placing the pizza on top of the both of your thighs. "I know pizzas what we always get, but I did almost rip open my stomach," he said as he took another bite from his slice.

"Keyword, almost," you smiled. "You okay?"

"Well... I'm not dead," you rolled your eyes. "I'm okay, alright?"

"Alright." It was silent for a while. "Surprised you didn't try summoning-"

"Don't ruin the moment," you playfully shoved his side, this time you were sure you saw him softly smiling.

"You know I'm funny, you can admit it."

"You're not unfunny."

"Fine," you rested your head on his shoulder and continued eat your pizza. "I'll take that, I guess."

You guys kept eating when Itadori burst through the door, Nobara strutting in behind him. "Pizza timeee!!!"

"You're a little late," you chuckled. "Wait. what toppings do you have?"

"Supreme..?"

"You're actually just in time!" For reference you couldn't afford supreme, so you got pepperoni. And thank you to the duo whom just burst through the door, for they did not question you in Megumi's bed. You were just eating pizza anyways!!

[nemotakeit]

It always mega bothers me too, when people theorize that Clancy or the Torchbearer will die. Blurryface/Nico is an avatar of Tyler's inner demons, so it would completely go against the message of TOP's songs, if he won in the end!

tw// depression & suicide

Yes exactly, I think people sometimes get lost in the epic spectacle of it all and forget that this story is at its core an allegory of battling your mental illness. Tyler and Josh have always been staunch advocates of promoting life over death and have clearly expressed their hatred toward the glorification of suicide. If this was any other story, one of them dying could just be a possible but tragic cliché but we're talking about fighting depression, anxiety, suicidal tendencies etc here. Deaths have already appeared TOO MUCH onscreen, look at all those desecrated bodies of the glorious gones. Ending it with one of the boys' characters' death on top of that would dangerously defeat the whole purpose of the hopeful message they're trying to convey - it's simply too bleak!!

Like I said in another post, I'm fine with the idea of Clancy's (or Torch's) sacrifice AS LONG AS he "comes back to life" and not just. die for shock value. But personally I think a more probable direction this story will take is Tyler/Clancy finally saving himself at the end unlike the other times Josh/Torchbearer saved him because this story is about "a balance between being saved by a friend, and saving yourself" as quoted from the band.

I highly doubt they're going to give the story a clear-cut closure happily ever after style, but they certainly won't kill off one of the protagonists for tragedy's sake either. “It’s not a problem to solve, it’s a tension to manage.” And they'll manage the tension well for the clique to find glimmers of hope in it. Not mourn for another neon gravestone.

so STOP SAYING THEY'RE GONNA DIE PEOPLE

[trappedinafantasy37]

Act 2 of my Shadowheart origin has officially come to its conclusion and so it is time to update the ongoing story. In case you missed Act 1, read about it here.

WARNING: this gets pretty long. Again, it's a story. Also, some things are gonna be a little outta character and involve my own head canons as I try to fill in the gaps of what isn't directly said in the game.

MOONRISE

Rolling up to Moonrise, Shadow was ready to finally get some answers as it seemed to be the origin of the tadpole that is wriggling around in her skull. She may also have the opportunity to finally face the Absolute, which is seemingly a much greater threat than she initially realized. What she did not expect to see was Minthara being put on trial by a General Ketheric Thorm. Here, Shadow is a little conflicted.

Shadow still harbors immense guilt over what happened at the grove and Minthara is the one who led the charge. But, Minthara was merely a soldier following orders and she followed them faithfully, something Shadow can understand. But, it is also Shadow's fault Minthara is on trial. After all, Minthara's mission of securing the Prism was only a failure because Shadow purposefully hid it from her. The tieflings are all dead because of her actions, she's not about to let Minthara die too. She can't have more blood on her hands. That and she owes Minthara for giving her the mind shattering orgasms.

After the trial, dispelling of some Goblins, and getting an update to the main quest from Z'rell, Shadow makes her way into the dungeon so that she may rescue the paladin. And, of course, she helps Minthara with killing her tormentors. Shadow has to then do some excellent word smithing to convince the guards to just let her leave and walk out of Moonrise with a fugitive.

Seeing and understanding the Absolute for what it truly is, Minthara decides she wants nothing to do with the Absolute any longer and would like to join the woman that she prayed to and who saved her from certain death. Minthara is desperate for Shadow to let her join in on her crusade. If Shadow doesn't agree, Minthara would have her mind wiped and turned into a thrall. She would rather die! And, even if she did survive the Absolute, she has nowhere else to go and Shadow is, ironically, the only beacon of light in the dark for her. Thankfully, Shadow let's her join her on her crusade against the Absolute.

Promptly after joining, she makes a visit to Withers (who calls her maidenless haha) so she can get a respec and become a Rogue Paladin. By now, Minthara is an oathbreaker twice over. By joining the Absolute, she broke her oath to Lolth, even if it was against her will. By leaving the Absolute, she has broken that oath as well. Now, she takes up a new oath, but it will not be in any gods name, not after the gods have tormented her and abandoned her in her greatest time of need. No, she takes her new oath in Shadow's name instead and swears bloody vengeance against all those who loyally serve the Absolute. Now the cleric and her loyal paladin march outta camp to take on the Absolute together.

The two explore the Shadow Lands and fight many threats side by side. Some of their misadventures include:

Protecting that, eugh, cleric of Selune, Isobel, from Marcus' ambush

Talking Gerringothe Thorm into handing over all her money and quitting her job

Talking Thisobold Thorm into drinking himself to death

Talking Malus Thorm into being a proper mentor and allowing the nurses to stab him to death

Fighting off a shambling mound

Made this really weird guy with his pet bird stab himself

Killed the warden in Moonrise and cleared the prison, saving some Gnomes

Also went on a super secret stealth mission and cleared out most of Moonrise

THE GAUNTLET OF SHAR

Eventually they work their way to the Thorm Mausoleum and discover the Gauntlet of Shar. Shadow is ecstatic as she may be able to finally achieve her destiny, and Minthara is more than eager to help. After all, the power of a Dark Justiciar is legendary!

Once completing the trials, Shadow makes one final prayer to Shar. Of course, Minthara has her reservations about Shar. The Nightsinger is nothing but a poison and worship of her is self-indulgent. Clearly, it hasn't done Shadow any favors as Minthara can tell that her Sharran worship forces her to repress herself and fills her with self-pity. She also has a unique antipathy to Shar given the immense similarities to Lolth. However, Shar does have a few admirable qualities. One of them being the ability to grant Shadow the power of a Dark Justiciar.

They make their way to the heart of Shar's domain, the Shadowfell, and learn what the final test is that awaits Shadow. A woman trapped in a soul cage, the last Selunite. Now, Shadow doesn't know what to do. Surely, this woman, this Nightsong, doesn't deserve to be killed. But Shar is in Shadow's ear telling her to kill the caged woman. It also doesn't help that Minthara is on the side telling Shadow to kill the Selunite so that she may achieve her destiny.

Minthara may dislike Shar, but she will grant Shadow a power that they sorely need in their fight against the Absolute. And Minthara has no problems with gaining power. It is just a shame this power would attach Shadow to Shar forever, but so be it. Shadow completed the trials honorably and this is the final test! Shar is more than willing to embrace Shadow as her Dark Justiciar and grant her the power of one. Minthara does not want Shadow to back down now.

In an unexpected turn of events for everyone involved, Shadow throws the spear into the endless storm of the Shadowfell. The grove is dead because of her. What is the point of this "grand destiny" if it only leads to death? Look what it did to Ketheric. Look at the Shadow Curse! Shadow doesn't want to be responsible for any more pain and suffering in the world. After all, her guilt saved Minthara's life, someone who has been nothing but protective and loyal to her. Why stop here in front of the Nightsong? Minthara isn't happy with the loss of potential power, but she sees wisdom in Shadow's decision as it means she will finally be free of Shar's poison. That and, well, she's starting to grow a little fond of the half-elf and cares about her well being.

Unfortunately, disobeying Shar also means begging for her wrath. In response to Shadow's disobedience, the Nightsinger sends an indescribable pain throughout Shadow's body. There is no lesson to be taught here, it is just pain for the purpose of inflicting pain. Although Minthara feels that Shar is right to punish Shadow for her disobedience, even she feels that Shadow does not deserve this level of torment and Shar was too quick to discard her. She can sympathize with Shadow's situation given a similar thing happened to her with Lolth and the Absolute.

But there is an internal struggle happening within Shadow. She has been devoted to Shar her entire life, or so she thinks. Shar is the only thing that she has known. By turning against Shar, surely Shadow should have lost all of her clerical abilities. But, they are still there. A small part of her mind knows why she still has her clerical abilities and who is powering them, but she does not want to confront that reality. So, for the time being, she just ignores the fact that she has been embraced by the warm light of the moon.

RAID ON MOONRISE TOWER

Now time to take on Ketheric Thorm. The fight through the tower would have been a bitch, but Z'rell was the only one who showed up on the big day! Apparently, a pair of unknown and sneaky elves made their way through the tower and killed everyone a few days prior. How weird!

They finally rush to the top of the tower with Jaheira as a temporary ally to finally fight Ketheric. Since Shadow had done some snooping earlier, she was actually able to convince Ketheric to stand down and surrender. Minthara was in the back absolutely seething over the idea of showing Ketheric mercy. He doesn't deserve mercy! Not all that he has done to her! She is on the verge of having a fucking aneurysm cause Shadow is being merciful and at the worst possible time! But she will do what Shadow wants. But, Dame Aylin swoops in and starts a fight anyway, much to Minthara's delight! And of course, Minthara absolutely humiliates Ketheric and forces him to retreat back into his tower.

Shadow and Minthara finally explore the Mind Flayer colony where it is clear to Shadow that Minthara is not having a good time. But, Minthara is going to pretend like she's not having some serious flashbacks. She doesn't want Shadow to see that level of vulnerability in her. Not when they still need to find and kill Ketheric. Now just isn't the time for Shadow to think she's soft and weak. So, instead of talking about herself, she instead decides to provide some lore about the colony itself to redirect Shadow's attention away from herself.

Descending further into the colony, they finally reach the lower level where they eavesdrop on a conversation between Ketheric, some random dude who is neither young or handsome, and Orin, Minthara's tormentor. Of course, Minthara could say something, warn Shadow how dangerous Orin is. But she can't. Poor girl is having a silent panic attack over seeing her tormentor again.

Eventually Orin and the greasy guy leave with some weird throbbing brain and it's just Ketheric alone. Shadow goes up to confront Ketheric and gives him one last chance to surrender. Overwhelmed with his own guilt and fears that he can never repent, Ketheric falls back into a brine pool and functionally kills himself. And out pops Myrkul. It was a hard fight, but with the assistance of her fellow paladin, Dame Alyin, Minthara is able to land the killing blow on Myrkul and, by consequence, Ketheric.

Taking a victory lap, Minthara sits on Ketheric's throne and overlooks the rest of the tower. It may have been a few months and a little bit of blood, sweat, and torture. But she has finally eradicated the inhabitants of the tower and conquered Moonrise. Too bad she can't take the victory back home to her house. But, she can still enjoy this moment.

With the revelations of the new information they discovered about the Absolute, Minthara hatches the big brain idea with all 8 of her intelligence points of conquering it and taking it for themselves. With the power of the cult and the elder brain, they can reshape the world to their hearts desires. No more will they ever have to fear being tormented by the gods like Lolth or Shar. As Absolute, they would be gods in their own names and these other petty and vindictive gods can no longer hurt them or meddle with their fates. They would be the masters, the writers, of their own destinies and they will have the power to kill all those who dare interfere. Obviously Shadow is opposed to this as she'd rather destroy it and rid themselves of the worms in their heads. That and Shadow has never been one for power. Minthara is not happy with this response, but she is confident that she will change Shadow's mind about it soon enough.

Now that things have calmed down and Ketheric is finally dead, Shadow meets with Dame Aylin and Isobel back at camp. Aylin decides to show Shadow the truth of one of her oldest memories, and the truth that Shar did not want her to see. That she was kidnapped from her home. That she was fed lies her entire life. And, most importantly, that she has parents and that they were still alive!

There are still doubts swirling within Shadow's mind, but there is an inescapable truth. She has been embraced by Selune. But why? Shadow didn't ask. And a part of her still struggles to fight against the Sharran indoctrination that has been beaten into her. A part of her still sees Selune as the enemy. And yet, Selune embraces her, even if Shadow is not willing to embrace her back.

Even if she isn't ready to embrace Selune, Shadow still wants to put some distance between herself and the god who now only lives to torment her. As a symbolic gesture, she cuts and dyes her hair in the colors of the Moon with the sole intent of telling Shar to go fuck herself.

Minthara thinks about her journey thus far and everything she's done with Shadow. Since their first night after the grove raid, Minthara hasn't been able to get Shadow out of her mind. And out of pure desperation, she prayed to her, begging for Shadow to save her when she needed to be saved. The gods ignored her, tortured her, and left her to die. Shadow did not.

She has been the only person on the surface that has accepted her and appreciated her for who she is and does not hold any judgment against her, despite any disagreements they may have about the gods. And in her time of need, Shadow came and saved her. When she prayed to all the gods, begging for just one of them to help her, Shadow was the one who appeared before her. How can she do anything but worship her cleric?

But Minthara has been down this road before with another cleric in her old life. She does not want to make the same mistake again. So she asks to see into Shadow's mind and learns fully that Shadow will never hurt her, betray her, abuse her, use her, or abandon her. This is a new feeling for Minthara as any previous relationships in Menzoberranzan never had this kind of guarantee. For the first time, she has found someone she can put her full trust and faith in. She has found someone that she can truly be open and vulnerable to, confident that any vulnerability she may feel will never be turned against her.

From Shadow's perspective, Minthara is also someone who hasn't judged her for any of her misdeeds either and has always stood by her side. Even when Shadow was overwhelmed and drowned in her guilt for her actions at the grove, Minthara was right there to comfort her through it all. Even with their little disagreement in regards to rejecting Shar, Minthara was still right there. Even when they disagreed on how to handle Ketheric, Minthara was still right there. Even when they disagreed on what to do with the Absolute, Minthara was still right there. Minthara can disagree with any decision that Shadow can make, and Minthara will still stand proud right next to her, fighting in her name. Shadow has never seen this level of loyalty and devotion from anyone, at least not that she can recall. How else can she feel anything but adoration for her paladin?

Thanks for reading my story! Act 3 is underway and, oh boi, I'm already feeling the Act 3 dread. Not to mention, the Elden Ring DLC has finally arrived, so it may be some time before I get back to Baldur's Gate. But, once I wrap up Act 3, I'll get to writing the story and provide the final update as well as the epilogue. As per usual, I will still provide my mini progress updates.

[starringthesturniolos]

bite me (part 2)- matt sturniolo

part one, part two

summary- matt has always hated your guts, but everything changes when he wakes up and finds out your his mate.

contains- vampire!matt x reader, enemies to lovers, smut (not in this part), themes of death, dark themes, high school au! (18 yrs old)

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your pov:

i woke up with a massive headache, my chest heaving. the first thing i think of is matt.

what the fuck, why is he on my mind on a saturday morning.

i shudder at my own actions and throw my covers over my head as a phantom chill runs down my spine.“cant stay in bed forever” i sigh to myself, while throwing the covers off my body almost immediately after putting them back on. I march to my closet and change into my favorite running shorts. as soon as i step foot out of my house, i start to jog, the melodic tempo lulling me out of my morning funk. my peace is disrupted tho because out the corner of my eye, i see my neighbor walk out his house into his driveway. his eyes bore into mine before they rake up and down my body. my heart beat picks up slightly, and it’s not from the exercise.

my neighbor, kit, has been weirdly obsessed with me ever since he and his girlfriend broke up. about a week ago, i caught him snooping around our house at night, trying to get a peek into my room. after that i’ve been trying to avoid crossing paths, and i wasn’t planning on crossing them today. its fine, hes probably taking out the trash, i think, desperately trying to reassure myself. i speed up from a light jog to a full on sprint because i know that once hes out my sight, i will feel more comfortable. i sigh in relief when i round the corner to the next street in my subdivision, happy that i got away from him.

slap slap slap

his feet pound against the ground as he sprints to catch up with me. i whirl around once i hear the footsteps, and lock eyes with him. the accidental eye contact was enough to spur him to go even faster than his long legs were taking him before. my heart to drops and i turn back around, running on pure adrenaline and fear.

“Y/n, stop running and come talk to me!” kit yells angrily but i’m running far too hard to form a proper sentence. even if i wanted to respond to him i wouldn’t have the breath to do so.

“STOP PLAYING HARD TO GET. YOU KNOW YOU WANT ME Y/N. COME HERE AND ADMIT IT” he screams even louder. my head starts to pound and my mind reels trying to come up with a plan. i can’t run forever. i gather the little breath i have in me to muster up a scream in hopes someone will come help me, only for the air to be knocked out of me. i ran straight into something, no,

someone.

“get. the fuck. away from her.” the mystery man growls.

kit takes one look at him and slowly backs away in fear. “who the hell are you?” out of curiosity, i look up to see who i’ve run into and freeze.

matt?

no it can’t be. it looks just like him but his eyes are dark red, and dark black veins swirl under his pale skin like they have a mind of their own. “who are you?” i cringe as i repeat the same question kit did moments before, both our tones lacking a single ounce of courage. fear was all consuming as we stared at the monster in front us.

“you know who i am, y/n. get behind me. now. im gonna deal with him” he says gruffly while looking behind me at kit. kit whimpers at the sight of matts deadly stare.

i ignore what matt says, opting to look him up and down instead in a manner that screams “what the fuck is wrong with you”. but then, i try to think rationally for a moment, this is still matt after all. he may not like me but hes not gonna hurt me. right?

“what happened to you, matt?”i question breathlessly.

“you.” matt deadpans in a voice much deeper than his normal one, taking a step closer to me. he reaches his hand out to grab me. to take me.

“y/n get away from him!!” kit interjects and pulls me too him in hopes of trying to help me get away from matt. and for once, i’m actually glad kits here.

wrong move.

matt is in front of me in a flash. he snarles as he pushes kit with bone crushing force. his body goes flying, hitting a pole a couple of yards away with a loud thud, knocked out on impact. i shriek, terror filling my veins. as if sensing my strong distress, matt turns to me slowly. his arms out in front of him, in what is supposed to be a peaceful gesture.

hard to be comforting when your veins are as dark as your tattoos.

“y/n, we need to talk” the stranger, deeper version of matts voice says.

why can’t i move. im frozen in time as he takes slow steps towards me.

“you need to come with me, y/n.” he breathes out, his dark red eyes wide and crazed. he takes another step closer. my legs feel like jelly but i finally manage to take one step back. whatever matt is, it can’t be human. humans can’t throw each other several yards. their veins aren’t as black as midnight, and their eyes sure as hell don’t change to a deep red on command. so what does he, no, it, want from me.

“w- why do i need to come with you? ”

“because you’re mine” he growls, finally deciding to close the gap between us, faster than my eyes can process. he bends down and run his nose along the hot spot on my neck. he inhales deeply and moans in relief his black veins disappearing. i scream and try to push him off but its useless. he grabs my arm in a vice grip and pure horror spreads through my body for what feels like the 100th time today. i try to let out another scream but no sound comes out. my vision clouds and my head is spinning. then everything is black.

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[usurperkiing]

the episode timeline leaks got me 😬😬😬😬 this morning

[bruciemilf]

"Bruce was so violent and irrational and dangerous after Jason died" Yeah that happens when someone murders your kid, Jessica

[irishyuri]

the funerals these poor fuckers had to go through post-canon is something i think about a lot. survivors guilt and whatnot

[bacchuschucklefuck]

love thinking kipperlilly spends her afterlife looking for lucy in a familiar forest

[lazycranberrydoodles]

phone studies 🎉 you know the tan line from either ruoye or the cursed shackle would be AWFUL

[xxsweetoothxx]

Workin on Redesigning Jackies Colorful version and Im stuck as hell on clorors to pic for their Hair. Tried a billion different ones but These 5 seemed to work best I think

Also also Redesigning Isaac as well as his Sister. The old story I had for them was okay but then I got a better idea that makes Isaac the irredeemable shit I wanted him to be originally!

Also this idea allows me to tie in the whole thing from the cannon creeps comic of everyone seeming to hate LJ. Only in PM I plan on it to be a bit different with Ragz. Mainly that they didn't really do anything but SOMEONE did.

A Hint on why Ragz may be heavily disliked.

[socksandbuttons]

looking and staring at the fact bloodmoons jealous of lunar being brought back but not him but also disregarding the entirety LUNAR was the one to promise him a body.

[kazoologist]

congratulations to Mme. Pascale Leclerc, who has surely just experienced both the funniest and most unhinged weekend a mother could ever have. Dear fucking christ, I hope your middlest son brought you a bottle of champagne for yourself, ma'am.

[justaz]

soft!merthur obsessed with each other and being completely, glaringly obvious about it. walking close enough for their fingers to be constantly brushing, talking with their other hand and refusing to break the touch. standing next to each other in a group, slowly shifting closer and closer until they’re pressed up against each other. despite there being other people, whenever they speak the other just has to respond leading them to turn to one another and have their own back and forth, their heads tilting closer and closer until their noses are just inches apart. merlin pretending to find issues with arthur’s clothes to fix that aren’t actually there just to touch him but arthur’s not gonna comment on that bc it means he gets to feel merlin’s touch. gazing at each other across the room, across the training field, across camp, etc and just watching them exist with the softest gaze and a small, tender smile. when the other feels their gaze they look up at them first and meet their eyes unflinchingly. them staring at each other for a moment before they resume what they should be doing (albeit slightly flustered). arthur finding any excuse to keep merlin in his chambers just a little while longer when he should be retiring for bed

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

not to be all "what if death note was rly edgy !!!!" but genuinely kind of sucks that the default way death note kills is not very violent. for a show w such a distinct edgy dark goth aesthetic its really incredibly tame. i need light yagami to be getting blood all over her hands, ripping ppls organs out of their bodies etc all while she mumbles to herself that this is for justice. i have to its for justice. the death note should turn people into blood eagles and light should secretly find it beautiful and angelic. she has to do it in the name of justice its not her fault it hurts. i want her to cleanse the world in pain and blood not just bodies