#and i can't just not do the things i truly want to do with my life because i'm SCARED

[gusdeservedbetter]

You know what isn't a crime, but definitely should be one? The casual mischaracterization of Sentry in fan content. I'm so done😭

1. I hate how he's often depicted as cruel, he's not, look at him, fucking look? And when Ava asks about the hair dye, what does he do? He looks to Val for an answer, he's constantly fidgeting, trying to find an out for the bunch of misfits who previously helped him in the vault.

2. I hate how people try to turn it into a Marc Spector, Steven Grant and Jake Lockley situation when it's. Like. Not?? This is such a disservice to both Moon Knight and The Sentry, and real people who relate to the two characters' (very distinct very different) mental health issues. Bob doesn't have DID, if anything, the movie leans towards him being bipolar. Sentry is Bob, the guy literally tells Yelena in the vault that he has high highs and low lows, the high is Sentry, the low is the Void, that's it. Bob is both Sentry and The Void. What's so hard to understand? It's the mania (Sentry), followed by depression (Void) then he forgets. That's how Bob describes it in the first act of the film, that's how it happens in the third act.

3. This is not a contradiction to point 1, but Sentry is unhinged. He is awkward and somehow soft spoken? But he is unhinged, and invincible, and fucking terrifying. I'm tired of the stoic depictions in fics like🙂��↔️ idc if you wanna write fics for comic Sentry, just don't tag them as mcu stuff. (WHO AM I KIDDING COMIC SENTRY IS FUCKING SCARYYY STOP THE BABYFICATION)

4. He is not evil (the fact that we have to spell this out... media literacy is truly dead huh), no shit the Thunderbolts* will be scared of him, of course they will be– he kicked the ever-living shit out of them. But he's not malicious, he doesn't use unnecessary force. Call it condescending, but he's going easy on them, toying with them, and deals arguably softer blows to Yelena, John and Ava, the trio he already met at the vault (because he's the same person, yk? jesus)

5. Prespective is a thing, the team wasn't there to see Sentry tell Val he doesn't want to kill them (they're no threat to him), it's the root cause of their disagreement, it leads to the New York Blackout TM, but we, the audience, were. So tell me why the fuck do I see stuff with this guy terrorizing that team for no reason? 😭 bfr guys.

6. So what? So while I can buy you showing me Ava or John or Alexei or Bucky or Yelena being fearful of the Sentry, or Val (hahaha eat shit Val), I simply can't get behind him actually being a threat to them, on purpose and beyond swatting them like flies, because hi hello have you seen the movie? Yeah.

7. Have I mentioned Sentry is unhinged? Yeah. Yeah. We got glimpses of it with Val before Mel pressed the kill switch but!! Sentry!! Is!! Unhinged!!

8. Find a middle ground, he doesn't have to be uwu or straight up satan or stoic as a rock, he is Bob in mania, so that's inherently Bob with high levels of energy and a higher self esteem (more like a GODLY EGO) and impulsivness and dillusions of grandeur (except they're not dellusions anymore? So rip), so do with that what you will.

Fingers crossed for more in-character Sentry content, at least the Sentry depicted by Lewis Pullman, who put his all into this performance but whose character is still somehow misunderstood? Anyways.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

[ddejavvu]

Eddie Munson being totally in love with his best friend, then one morning after a night of drinking and pot, he wakes up with you tucked safely under his arms, in his bed... with no recollection of why you were there. The poor guys just really worried, because he doesn’t want the first.. something to have happened, and not even be able to remember it!

Eddie's initially surprised, but not panicked when he wakes up with a body beside his. He's the town freak, sure, but some chicks are into that, and this wouldn't be the first time he's woken up to feel skin-against-skin. But when he glances down and catches your face- your nose, your lips, your chin tucked into his chest, he blanches.

He's not particularly smooth, and certainly not good in a crisis. He doesn't think to gently ease you off of his chest or replace his arm with a pillow so that you don't notice you're being transferred- no, instead he darts out from beneath you, and your bleary eyes blink open in concern when you hit the mattress below.

"What- Eddie?" You ask, in your sweet voice, the one that Eddie notices is raspy, and if it's raspy for the reasons he thinks it's raspy he'll quit weed for good. And booze- he'll never black himself out again for as long as he lives if he'd missed a night of hearing that voice.

"I'm half naked." He notes, looking down at his bare, tattooed chest, "Are you wearing clothes?"

You nod, peering tentatively beneath the blankets to double check, "Yes? Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, we- I don't remember anything. And you're in my bed. And I'm shirtless. And I probably had so much last night."

"You did," You laugh, carefree and easy as you stretch out your sore muscles, "You don't remember anything because you were so far gone you tried lighting a pretzel stick. And I was in your bed because you made me watch a horror movie while we were high and I was too scared to be on the couch. And you always sleep shirtless."

All valid points. Eddie scratches lightly at his abdomen, "So you're saying we didn't- y'know? Do anything?"

"Relax. We both kept our pants on."

"Good." He nods, shoulders loosening from weight he hadn't realized was piled on them until it was gone, "I wouldn't have wanted to do that to you while we were drunk."

One of your brows raises, and like most of your facial expressions, this one sends a wave of impending doom over Eddie- he's so fucked- "Would you want to do that to me while we're sober?"

Eddie hopes that his flyaway curls, made even messier by his pillows, cover the pink parts of his face. He's usually a smooth-talker, never one to stutter but he's never managed to smart off to your face- no, in front of you he folds instead.

"I didn't say that." He manages, his hands finding purchase on his hips, "You're putting words in my mouth."

"Are they untrue?" You ask, brow only arching further, as a sadistic grin begins spreading over your face like you may be looking to steal Christmas from the Whos, "Because the only thing that did happen was you woke up with a semi."

"That just happens sometimes." Eddie's telling the truth, but in this particular instance, it could have had something to do with your perfume filling his nose, blacking out his senses, "That doesn't mean-"

"You've still got it." You refrain from glancing at Eddie's waistline, but you don't need to, "It came back when I started teasing you."

"You are ogling me." Eddie states, faux hurt in his tone as he fights a losing battle, "And I can't believe you'd strip me down to such base instincts without considering the deep nuance I hold."

"You'd better strip yourself down for a cold shower," You snicker, turning away and giving Eddie a truly unfair shot of your mostly-bare back where your tank top has ridden down your torso, "Or I think you're gonna nuance all over your pants."

[limerence-17]

Hey lovely! So glad I saw your requests open, I've had an idea floating around in my mind for a while now if you're up for it ♡

jealous!Joel X younger!reader teehee 👉👈 Joel's been horny for you for a while but he won't do anything about it... Until he sees Jesse being all handsy and flirty over you in public, and you let him because you knew he was watching. Joel can't take it anymore and shows you what a real man can do ✨

xx

dancin' for the devil

warnings: 18+ mdni age gap (it’s discussed,) joel is super awkward (until he isn’t,) oral sex fem receiving, unprotected sex (doggystyle,) drinking (of age!!,) reader is going through a breakup

word count: 3.5k

a/n: thank u for this request lovely! I'm obsessed with the idea of jealous joel holllyyyy. he's the exact type of guy who would have those thoughts but wouldn't know how to verbalize them and then FINALLY when he sees you get with someone else he just can't control himself. i could visualize this so vividly that I immediately had to start writing and this kinda just flowed out of me so here u go!! this is not really edited btw!!

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“You know what, I think I’ll take one more,” you said, grinning ear to ear as you ran a hand over your no longer neatly french braided hair.

“Oh so it’s that kinda night huh?” Dina asked, side by side of you at the bar. You nodded, downing the next one just as quickly.

You slammed the shot glass back down on the counter and let out a short yell, “Whoo!”

You’d only been single for about two weeks, but having broken up with your boyfriend of three years made you realize two things: life was too short to not do what you wanted to do and you needed to spend more time with friends.

“You’re not planning on going home anytime soon?” You asked Dina, a little worried of the eventual moment you’d have to go back to your empty house, to nothing but the sound of Jackson crickets and creaks in the floor. You dreaded the moment your head would hit the pillow and you’d suddenly be overcome with nostalgia. The drinking was how you numbed the pain of missing him, and the dancing was how you curbed the need to be touched.

The funniest part of it all was that towards the end, you didn’t even love him. Hell, you hardly even liked him. He was a year younger than you, only 25, and was as sweet as honey. But the two of you had gotten into a routine.

You both would go on patrols, come home for dinner and he’d lay down on the couch while he’d tell you all about his day. But eventually he stopped asking about yours, and the two of you had stopped sleeping together. One morning you woke up and it just dawned over you. You’d always care about him, but you didn’t want to be his person, his wife, his anything.

You just wanted to be.

Yes, you had ended the relationship. And the worst part of it all? You had developed a ridiculous crush on the man who lead your patrol groups in Jackson. Joel Miller, who was about twenty five years older than you, and nothing but a complete ass to you. For some reason, you’d been thinking about him more than your ex.

Between not feeling the spark towards your ex anymore, and being more excited at the thought of seeing Joel fucking Miller. You knew you made the right decision to breakup with him. You just weren’t sure where your love life would be headed to next.

It was silly truthfully. You knew this could never go anywhere, but you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flip anytime you heard his gruff voice walking down the road with his horse.

He was just eye candy for you, but tonight you needed something real. You needed someone to touch you. To remind you just how desirable you truly were.

“Dina please come dance with me,” you whined like a little kid, holding Dina’s hands and swaying them back and forth.

Dina let out a low chuckle, avoiding eye contact, “Absolutely not I am so not on your level,” she chuckled. But it was then that the mood of the band changed. From an upbeat folk song to a slow country ballad.

You and Dina both looked at eachother and burst into laughter. Dina was practically about to yank you further away from the dance floor when just then Jesse had slid up beside you two. He gave Dina a small smile, she blushed like a little girl and you couldn’t help but notice. It was then that Jesse turned back over to you, swallowing hard. He wiped his palm on his jeans and reached it out towards you.

You gave him a puzzled look, drawing out a low “Uhh…”

Jesse’s eyes widened, almost as if he asked the question in his head but not out loud.

“Wanna dance with me?” He asked, hardly giving you a moment to respond before making another statement.

“You look… real beautiful,” he said, this time his tone was lower and his eyes were meeting yours. You went to look back at Dina, but she’d started to slowly walk backwards until she could politely walk far enough to give you two some space.

You looked around the room, noticing how others were joining the dance floor and you looked back at Jesse. He was tall, really tall, and for the state of the world in Jackson he smelt strangely good? Like laundry detergent and rain? He was decently handsome and truth be told? It wasn’t like you were taken anymore. It also wasn’t like Joel Miller was going to take a liking to you anytime soon. You took his hand, and slowly guided him to the dance floor.

Smiling, you could tell just how giddy Jesse was, unsure where to put his hands. But you wrapped yours around the back of his neck and guided his onto your waist. You weren’t sure if it was the whiskey or your confidence, but you needed more. Not Jesse, just more of a man’s touch.

You swayed back and forth until you leaned up and whispered into his ear, his cheeks glowing beat red from your words, “You can move your hands down,” you flirted.

Jesse’s hand hesitated, but he eventually cupped your ass quickly and moved into back to rest softly against the base of your back. The feeling was nice, decent enough you’d supposed.

But when you looked up from having your face tucked into the nook of his shoulder that’s when you saw it.

Joel Miller.

He was standing just inside the Tipsy Bison’s wide entrance, near the door. His body was half in the shadow of the main lights, but noticeable enough. His one hand holding a glass of something dark, the other tucked into his jacket. He wasn’t talking to anyone. Wasn’t even moving. Wasn’t pretending to look anywhere else.

He’d always been nothing but stern with you, if that. When he wasn’t being stern he wasn’t acknowledging you. But this time was different, this time you felt like he’d been watching you this whole entire time. It was almost enough to make you sober up, almost.

You felt your cheeks go hot, and your chest tightened up. The lack of oxygen in the room was now overbearing and resting your face on Jesse’s shoulder no longer felt comfortable, but claustrophobic. Between thinking about your ex and what you did, Jesse’s hands all over you and now Joel’s eyes, you were sure you were about to have a panic attack. You pulled away and looked up at Jesse. He raised his eyebrow, brushing his fingers over your shoulder.

“Everything alright?” He asked, a hint of genuine concern in his voice.

You half expected Joel to be looking somewhere else by now, but when you looked over Jesse’s shoulder, Joel was still standing there watching. Jesus it felt like it was only you two in the room.

Joel licked his lips, crossed his arms the same way he did if he was pissed at you for something you did on patrol. His gaze shifted from your eyes to Jesse’s hands on your waist. His hand ran over his nose ever so slightly, but his gaze was still fixated on you.

“I think I need some air,” you said, stumbling a little backwards as you removed yourself from Jesse’s arms. But it wasn’t from the drinking.

“Oh,” Jesse started, clearly confused by your antics. “I can come with you?”

“No!” You said, a lot louder and quicker than you anticipated.

You cleared your throat, and gave him a small smile, touching his shoulder gently, “Too many shots is all,” you replied, trying to compose yourself.

Jesse nodded, although you could tell he wasn’t too sure. You paced quickly through the Tipsy Bison, heading out the side entrance. You could practically feel Joel’s eyes on you until you finally made it outside. The door slammed shut behind you and you leaned against the building wall, taking deep breaths trying to collect yourself.

Until you heard the door open beside you only to see Joel standing there, arms now casually resting in both jacket pockets as he met your gaze.

“If you’ve come to lecture me I’m not in the mood,” you replied. This was the usual banter you two had, nothing too serious, but stern enough.

“Didn’t take you as the slow dancin’ type,” Joel replied, his voice low and gruff. He leaned against the outside wall beside you, turning to face you every now and then.

You scoffed, “I don’t think I ever was until tonight.”

“Is that why you let that Jesse fellow have his hands all over you?”

You felt your cheeks go hot, and you stumbled over your words.

“I didn’t- that wasn’t- Jesse’s just a friend,” you replied.

Joel raised an eyebrow, pushing himself slightly off the wall so that he could face you better, “Friend huh?”

You nodded, scoffing as if you were trying to make yourself believe your words. But Joel clearly saw right through you.

“Can’t say I ever had a friend grab my ass like that,” he said. The way he said that sounded so casual, and you weren’t sure if he was just annoyed, or flirting.

“Jesus… were you watching us the entire time?” You crossed your arms now, perking yourself off the wall to face him back.

“Can’t help but notice these sort of things, ain’t like you two were being subtle or nothin’.” Joel’s hand moved to his lips as he ran his thumb over them.

“You drunk?” Joel asked. There was something about the way he asked, the way he presented himself that made you feel like you couldn’t lie to him. It was the way he carried himself.

“Was trying to be, sobered up pretty quick after seeing you watching me like a hawk from inside.” You let out a chuckle, but Joel didn’t laugh. Nothing about this was funny to him.

“Ain’t you just got out of a relationship? With that… hell was that kid's name?” Joel asked gruffly.

It pissed you off that after a few years of you being on patrols with Joel, he never even bothered to learn the name of the guy you were dating.

“Matt…” you muttered, frowning. “I broke up with him two weeks ago.”

Joel was clearly becoming agitated, crossing his arms as he faced you, “You think dancin’ with boys who ain’t gonna want you the next morning is the way to go about this? Trust me I’ve been there… just makes it worse,” he replied.

You kicked at the rocks on the ground, avoiding eye contact, “Dunno… but it sure as hell helps me to forget why I broke up with him in the first place,” you muttered.

“Oh yeah?” Joel’s arms were still crossed firmly, as he faced you with his eyebrows raised, “And why’s that?”

You looked at him for a moment, taking in his appearance, the way his hair flopped down perfectly and highlighted his features. His facial hair had salt and pepper sprinkled throughout, and his hands were large and worn. But what drove you crazy was how he smelt. It was far more masculine than Jesse. Joel smelt like woodshop, and pine needles.

You sighed, placing your face into the palm of your hands, sighing before you responded.

“Because I couldn’t stop thinking about somebody else, you finally muttered out loud.

Joel didn’t speak, he just kept his gaze on you. This time his eyes softened.

You continued, “But it wasn’t just that. I fell out of love with Matt a long time ago, I knew that…” you sighed, taking a deep breath looking up into the night stars as you carried on. “I just didn’t realize it completely until I developed feelings for this person, until I was thinking about them like all the fucking time.”

The silence just stayed there between you two, as if you both had to comprehend what was just said.

“Come on Joel say something, you followed me all this way out here, don’t make me sound like a complete asshole. I already feel like one anyway…”

Joel shook his head, placing his hands into his pockets, running his tongue across the inside of his cheek.

“You ain’t an asshole,” Joel said, his voice was a lot quieter now, practically a whisper. “Not for that.”

“And I’m sorry for judging you for grinding on Jesse or whatever it was you two were doin’.”

You let out a soft laugh, grinning before tugging at your ear gently.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you replied, looking at his eyes, those big brown doe eyes.

He didn’t answer, not a first. It took Joel a moment to collect himself, shuffling awkwardly. You could tell he wanted to say something, but usually he reverted to something cold and you half expected that.

“I get it,” he began. “Look… sometimes we end up with people we think we love cause they see us and all, but then we get stuck. Cause we don’t wanna hurt em’, don’t wanna be cruel. But you shouldn’t do that cause…”

You nodded, your eyebrows creased as your encouraged him to keep talking.

“Cause there’s someone else,” you said, nodding to remind yourself that what you did was the right thing. “Someone who’s gonna make me feel more alive than ever.”

Joel didn’t move, he didn’t flinch or shuffle this time. He just studied you.

“Sounds like you already know,” he said, voice rough. “About who you want instead of Matt… instead of Jesse touchin’ you with his hands like that…”

You gave a dry laugh, unsure of whether or not Joel was just being protective. “Doubt it, cause I doubt he feels the same way bout me.”

Joel took a step closer, closing in the space between the two of you, “Ain’t no way for you to know that for sure.”

“Maybe he does.”

“Joel…” you said, your voice barely a whisper as he stepped even closer, his hand brushing against your bare arm.

“Look I ain’t good at this. I know I haven’t been the nicest and all but seein’ you with Jesse tonight… made me realize somethin’.” You inhaled sharply, still mesmerized by the feeling of his calloused fingers against your arm.

You tried to speak, but Joel shushed you, practically achingly as he moved his hands to cup your cheek.

“I know I’m older and all, and I understand if you don’t wanna be with a man like me, I know it’s too soon. But babygirl, I think about you all the damn time,” Joel said, and you felt your heart leap at those words.

You sucked in a breath, wanting to pinch yourself to find out if this was really happening at all.

“I know I’m not your man, I don’t deserve nothin’ and I understand if you’re not interested, but I wanna be the one you take home tonight. I wanna show you what it’s like to be wanted, really wanted.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“Shit… I’ve said too much haven’t I?” But you reached out and cupped his face.

You could feel the strain in his voice, how badly he’s wanted to say this to you for God knows how long.

“Take me home Joel,” you replied softly, running your hands across his cheek.

You smiled, as you took his hand, and walked down the sidewalk, side by side, hardly making eye contact with each other the whole way until you reached your porch. You both stepped inside through the front door and before you could say anything, Joel had grabbed you by the waist and pulled into a kiss- deep, aching for more. He let out a loud groan as he exhaled before kissing you once more. You hands naturally gravitated to run through his hair as he gripped his large hand across the bottom of your back, slipping it underneath your shirt. His touch was warm and you couldn’t help but feel so at peace, like this was where you were supposed to be this entire time.

Joel ripped his coat off between kisses, and throughout the moans and heavy breathing of each kiss, he pushed you against the closet door, now pulling away. His lips were pouty and red, his eyes were dark and locked onto your face.

“Bet you ain’t ever been touched properly have you? Never been fucked like the good girl you are?”

Your hands moved to touch his arms, but to your surprise he pinned them above your head, giving you that cold Joel stare you knew oh so well.

“That was a question babygirl, answer.”

You smirked, amused at how playful he could be now that the awkwardness between the two of you was completely gone.

“No… never…”

“Jesus…” he replied as he gravitated downwards, running his hands across the sides of your hips, down to your thighs. He was now kneeling, his face between your legs and he slowly began to pull down your jeans, as you stepped through each jean legged and he threw them to the other side of the room. He stood back up, feverishly kissing your neck, and you couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling.

You squealed as he picked you up with ease, holding you by your ass as he walked up the stairs, heading into your bedroom, laying you down onto the bed.

He removed his shirt, and unbuckled his jeans and you did the same, trying to match his pace. He grunted as he crawled to be on top of you, taking in every inch of you with his eyes.

“You want my fingers? My tongue? Baby girl you gotta use your words…”

You pulled at the waist band of his briefs and look back to meet his gaze.

Joel looked down and then back up at you.

“I want you to fuck me,” you replied firmly. This was what you’d been thinking about, and from the heat between your legs you knew this was what you wanted.

“You sure baby? Cause once I start I don’t know if I can stop. I’ll want you all to myself.”

“I want you to bend me over and-“

Joel took that as enough of a sign and put his large hand on your stomach and another on your back and flipped you over.

You muffled, moaning into the pillow at just the touch of his hands on your bare ass. You half expected to feel the tip of his dick but when you felt the softness of his tongue against your clit from behind, and the roughness of his stubble, you let out a stifled moan.

“Fuck me you taste s’fuckin’ good,” Joel groaned, before lapping his tongue against your slit once again, moving it up and down and placing kisses on your ass whenever he could.

He removed his tongue and flipped you back over so that you could now meet his gaze once more.

“But I said I wanted-“

Joel shushed you once again, this time firmly and spread your legs open, placing his index finger and middle finger against your slit, enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“You’ll get it when I think you’re ready,” he replied, his voice gruff.

“Cause I’m gonna finger you while you scream my name first baby girl.”

You moaned, as he slowly pushed two fingers into you, curving them slightly as his gaze stayed firmly against yours. His fingers were large, but didn’t hurt. You wanted more and nudged your hips slightly to encourage him.

“Joel please… need more…”

Joel knew exactly what to do and sped up the pace, practically enough to make you see stars. He pushed his fingers into your entrance hard and fast, pumping them at the same speed. He was grunting and moaning more than you were by now. But you were wet, ridiculously so.

Before you came, he flipped you back around, leaning over you enough so that you could feel his hot breath against the back of your neck.

“Gonna fuck you real hard now baby,” he stated.

The tip of his dick entered into your slit slowly, but you were so wet you didn’t feel any pain of any sort. You just wanted more, needed more, craved more.

“Fuck that’s it, what a fuckin’ tight pussy you’ve got,” he grunted, as his pace moved more swiftly. He slapped your ass hard, fucking you faster and you couldn’t help but scream out obcensities into the pillow at hand.

“Say my name,” he grunted out, breathing heavily.

“Joel,” you moaned.

“Louder.”

“Joel!” Joel slapped your ass harder this time, until eventually you could feel his torso shake as his hands gripped your hips tighter.

“Fuck baby… gonna come…”

Joel let himself release inside of you and pulled out quickly, laying down on your bed, panting.

You turned back over, smiling, running your hands through your hair.

“What is it?”

“Just so you know… I was jealous of Jesse tonight.”

You laughed, playfully tucking yourself into Joel’s chest.

[bandgie]

oh my god pleasuspleasd do incel!jisung he’s such a loser I need it

Incel!Jisung who doesn't know he's an incel! I can't imagine han purposely hating women, but if he had a few bad influences in his life...then maybe he would accidentally fall into that mindset that you break

Incel Mentality #1! Women shouldn't have high body counts.

it makes sense in hindsight. a man should want a woman that hasn't been touched in anyway. why would jisung want sloppy seconds? oh but then...he realizes how good you are at everything. sucking his cock just right, bouncing on him until his eyes roll and he's begging you to get off so he doesn't accidentally cum inside. there's no way you couldn't have gotten this good without practice, but dear god, he doesn't care. can't when you know how to milk him dry and keep him begging for more even if his dick can't take it

"Come on, Ji. I thought losers like you would think my pussy wouldn't be tight enough to have you cumming, but look." You lift your hips enough just until his tip is inside. The rest of his cock is covered in white. Yes, some of your cream, but most of his cum. Jisung can't look without busting another load, so he squeezes his eyes shut and speaks through clenched teeth. "C-can't. Imma cum a-again."

Incel Mentality #2! Women only want men for money.

the movies make it seem so. gold digger is the most common phrase around his friend group, and any man who pays for a woman's wants is a simp, but jisung realizes he likes buying you things. he loves how your eyes light up when he gets you something you've been eyeing and how excited you are to put it on right away. he also doesn't miss his opportunity to buy you things he likes. especially if he's going to fuck you in it

The silver chain looks amazing between your breasts. Jisung can't stop staring at how the jewel in the center shines every time he fucks into you. It like a show for him - your bouncing tits and blissful smile. He had wanted to get the initial J on it, but he quickly realized that may be taking things too far. Well, maybe the way you're leaking cum on his dick and digging your fingernails into his back when he hits that spot just right is also taking to too far, but who is Jisung to say that?

Incel Mentality #3! The more women, the better.

it's supposed to be a symbol of status - the number of women he's spelt with. truthfully, he doesn't feel any particular way about it. his friends boast and talk about their hookups like some accomplishment. and they talk down to the girls that took pity on them. he'd never do that to you. he'd never even think about it. sure, you two aren't together, but he does like you enough to respect you (and anyone else) as a human being. if anything, he can't even remember any other girl he's been with when he's with you.

You're clenching on him like you don't wanna let go. Jisung doesn't know how he hasn't came yet from how tight your walls are. It's like heaven on earth, right on his mattress. When he's pressed against your chest, only a breath away, it truly feels like you're the only woman in the world. He can see your cheeks flush deeper and a shy look in your eyes despite his cock in you. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You giggle and so does he, but your innocent question strikes a chord in him. Not because he doesn't have an answer, but because he knows why. He just needs to figure out how to tell you. And dump his friends.

a/n: yes this has been in my inbox for literal months but I liked looking at it and I finally had inspiration to post it :)

[ancha-aus]

Ghosts & Medium AU. Alternative timeline

So. I was just doing my normal things today. When I had a thought.

Wouldn't it be fucked up if in my Ghosts&Medium AU The brothers were switched?

Meaning Dust died and Ash was still alive?

Let me give you a rundown of how that would FUCK with everything. Warning!! It is LONG :D

First. How did Dust die instead of Ash?

In short? The fucking Coach. In short? Dust? Never liked coach. He always got bad vibes off of him. It wasn't until later when Dust got more powerful and skilled in his skills that he realises that they reaosn for this was that the spirits of his past victims were trying to warn Dust.

But little ten year old Dust? Was not yet aware of this. He just felt a bad vibe of the coach and didn't like being alone with him and didn't like his brother being alone with him.

The thing is though? Ash? Ash trusted the coach. Trusted the coach MORE than his parents. Pretty much. ash was the golden child. the favourite. The prodigy. Dust was the weird kid. The second son that just couldn't measure up to Ash. He wasn't as athletic or smart or talented or social as Ash. Dust was a little trouble maker that broke things and lied about stupid ghosts having done it.

The coach was the person who told Ash that he was doing a good job and that Dust was looking to Ash for guidance. Telling Ash he wasn't being silly or dumb for concentrating on his brother as well.

So? Ash told Dust. If you ever find yourself alone, or scared or if our parents kick you out and you can't find me? Go to coach.

In the main timeline this never happened.

But in this one?

It was something dumb. Some ghost broke something in the hosue again (their house was HELLA haunted) and their parents kicked him out again. Dust hadn't minded at first. Ash had promised him they would go get icecream. So Dust jsut walked to school (close to 30 minutes to a hour walk) and he looked around but he couldn't find Ash. So he waited. and waited. and waited. But by the time it was evening? By the time it had gone dark and cold and started to rain? Still no Ash.

Dust was cold and was unsure what to do.... the Coach happened to come across him and asked him what is wrong... and sure Dust got a bad vibe off him... and sure he feels uneasy near him... but Ash said it was fine... and Ash is smart and ALWAYS right... so Dust tells the coach he is waiting for Ash to get ice cream but he hasn't seen him yet...

In the end? The coach manages to convince Dust to come wiht him... Dust goes with him...

And well.. the faith that was meant for fifteen year olf Ash... ended up happening to ten year old dust.

Ash? Ash had to stay late for some stupid study project group. One his parents put him in adn he had already felt so guilty for being late to get ice cream with his little brother.

Dust adores and looks up to ash. Wants Ash to be happy. Always. Ash? Ash sees Dust as HIS little brother. Since the moment he was born Dust had been HIS and HIS little sunshine. Ash is HYPER protective of his little brother.

So to come home? To not see dust? Panic. instantly. He yelled at his parents for kcking him out and ran to search for him.

Eventually the coach tries to do the same with ash. but the coach makes one mistake. he mentions how he hopes that ash will cry and sob like dust did.

Ash killed the coach without a moment of hesitation.

The police found him and ash jsut lied through his teeth that it was self defence. And ash? Model student. promising athlete and everything? Well... the cops started looking through the stuff... and found pictures of past victims.

Ash broke into the evidence locker and found pictures that the coach had made. Ash never truly forgives himself. It was HIS word that made dsut trust the coach. That is what made the coach able to get to him.

improtant is. Ash is no medium. He never was. He never felt the ghosts or anything. But he KNEW his brother saw them. He KNOWS they are real. Ash did a LOT or random rituals and stuff he found online. All to try and summon his little brother back to him.

So in the end? It was Dust who as spirit had to spend his very limited energy and power to show hismelf to ash. Becuase Dust saw how dangerous Ash was being... So dust made himself visible again. Ash and Dsut still make charms to make dust anchored to ash. Because while Dust would be sad and miserable he would accept Ash moving on to the afterlife. Ash? Ash isn't okay with this. He can't handle dust being gone gone. Ash is ona mission to bring his little brother back.

there is one small issue however.

As living medium? Dust makes a lot of magic, mana and lifeforce. Stuff that spirit ash could take little bits off and remain stable. This is also why the others can anchor on. Medium adult dust? Makes a LOT.

Spirit dust? Who never had a chance to even practise his abilities and grow? He can't make his own lifeforce. Much less as a spirit. and Ash who isn't a medium can't make it either.

But... well... they learn. They learn that spirits can take from other spirits but that is risky as it can corrupt the spirit feeding into changing shapes to the next higher form.

And Ash can't make this energy as he jsut doens't have the ability for it....

But they find something else out. Newly died people release that lifeforce. if left alone it can shape into a spirit of the person. but it can also be used to feed other spirits.

Ash already killed one person for his brother. He doesn't care he has to kill more to make sure his brother remains strong and there with him. And well... back when ash decided this dust was only ten and a newly traumatised little spirit. he was NOT going against Ash.

What happened after?

unlike with dust as medium. Ash doens't have a way to get into the medium community. He doens't have a way to get the right information as he can't speak with spirits directly. So. Ash continues on. He finises school. continues training. goes to college and competes in the fucking olympics.

And kills on the side to make sure his little brother remains by his side.

on that note? Ash makes Dust study and learn stuff as well. Even if he is a ghost, and ash is both happy and heartbroken to see spirit dust grow up as normal, it is no excuse to not learn when they can! it is important that dust is ready for when they bring him back!

because that goal stays the same. Ash promised himself he WILL bring Dust back. it is his one true goal. everything else? just stuff to keep busy and have a stable base for them to life on. it is just that in the dust as medium they wuickly try everything they can. with ash as 'medium' their research is much muhc slower adn they can't try everything. it is a very slow process. which means that ash still ahs high hopes to get his little brother back to be alive.

Becuase Ash can't see Dust on his owna dn Dsut needs to use his limited energy to be visible means that Ash WILL grow anxious quickly when he can't see or feel Dust. Over time ash grows a bit more sensitive to sense ghosts, or maybe just dust, and he needs that. Dust remains almost plastered against his brother and they aren't together rarely. honestly only when ash needs to shower and then dust just waits outside his door.

They are very co-dependent. Especially in this one.

Over time the killing that Ash commits does end up with him growing more magically able and much stronger. Strong enough that Ash can summon bone attacks that can actually hit ghosts.

If Dust is a sorceror. Ash is a paladin/fighter.

Other spirits often try to eat/absorb Dust's spirit. He is a medium spirit. Those are RARE and have powerful energy. Ash beat a Wraith to a second dead with a bone club when he was seventeen and spirit dust was 12. No one is touching his little brother.

how do they meet the guys?

Hoenstly? I think Ash summons Nightmare.

Ash has a lot more money than dust ever had and more options. (funniest is that the people who interview him? 100% beleive dust is just alive. because ash never says he is dead and just says he does all this training and hard work to help take care of his little brother. and for if his parents ever sold him out? well... Ash did not take kindly to his parents kicking out his baby brother which caused him to die. and for his parents to mention dust was a waste of space anyway... and Ash thinks it was fitting. that at least THIS way they would take care of dust in the smallest way they SHOULD have.)

And after growing magically strong enough with LV and EXP he didn't need to do the whole serial killer thing anymore as his own life force wa strong enough to help dust.

With dust stable they looked for more options.

Ash found stuff about nightmare. Dust put together a circle and summoned nightmare.

AGAIN!! Ash? doesn't have the ability TO communicate or summon things. that is ALL dust. and even in this situation. it would STILL be dust. They just need a work around as dust doesn't have the energy available to him to do it! but they make it work.

Ngihtmare meets ash and dust. and is intrigued. because this? this is a very strange situation that he can honestly say he never saw before.

Ash and him make a deal. Ngihtamre will help them figure out a way to bring dust back to life IN his own healthy body. and in turn Ash will help Nightmare collect artifacts to ensure his own strength and ability.

Turns out it is easy to get those things if you have enough money to throw at people. Ash is quick to complete his part of the deal. Ngihtmare needs more time to figure out how to fix this situation.

So ngihtamre in this timeline is the first to be added. The others follow eventually. Cross would be the latest as he and dust wouldn't have been friends beforehand.

Killer is STILL the first and main love interest of dust. because even now with dust being much more quiet and timid? He still asks killer for his opinion. what he thought. what he thinks.

and well... fun fact. Killer is a very strong poltergeist. Dust? Also a poltergeist. Just much lower on energy as all his energy is focused on his medium magic.

Killer flirts with dust ONCE.

Ash beats his ass with a bone club.

ngihtmare, who was told their story by dust over a long time. tiny snippets at a time. pulled killer aside and warned him against trying to do anything he may regret. Killer is not one to be discouraged.

eventually ash snaps at him to stop forcing dust to relive his trauma nad killer learned what happened to dust. He still adores him. but he keeps it to more platonic touches. like hugs nad glomps and stuff. Never below the belt again even as he flirsts and sings dust's praises and follows him EVERYHWERE!

Ash does evetually start accepting and approving of killer. one. the fact he immediantly stopped asking for sex or anything like it when he learned of the trauma. and two? One time dust wa VERY low on magic and energy and neither ash or ngihtmare (who can also donate magic) were nearby. Killer isn't an idiot. he knows that people how this lifeforce and KNOWS it comes free when they die.

Dust is too weak to easily pull it from living people? okay. Killer will MAKE it free for him to take.

So that is why Ash approves of Killer here. (nightmare starts to adore dust over time as well. dust is calm and quiet and timid but curious to ask him things abotu his books and read and learn with him. it is nice.)

horror is still added much the same as they first time. horror however would be a bit older or a spirit than in the original timeline. He spots killer and dust about looking for ash and just goes with them to keep them out of trouble adn quickly grows attached to both of them.

Cross probably ends up looking for like the ghosts killing people and evnetually finds the group. i am not sure HOW he would end up joining them but he does!!

Who knows? maybe ash ends up killing XGaster? That would be a fun one...

so yes! the poly would STILL be in the making.

Eventually Nightmare figures out how to bring Dust back, and he also brings back killer and horror to complete the set.

So yes. That is the idea. alternative timeline for Ghosts&Medium au :D

[memepocalypse]

After Loss

They lost someone...

"The pain will ease, you know."

"We won't forget them. They'll still live in your heart."

"I know it's hard, but they wouldn't want you to shut yourself away."

"They loved you so, so much. Don't doubt that."

"It's okay to cry, it's okay to grieve."

"I didn't know, I'm... I'm so sorry."

"Oh, my God. When did that happen?"

"Grief... does strange things to people, I understand."

"Hey, come here. Come here, it's okay, it's okay..."

"I know you miss them, of course you do."

"It's normal to feel... empty."

"Don't rush the healing. It'll come, it just takes time."

"They loved you, so, so much."

"You can't let loss destroy you. It's not what they'd want."

"Take my hand, take a breath. It'll pass."

"It feels like there's this - wound in my chest that won't heal."

"I miss them, God, I miss them so much."

"Why did they have to go?"

"I'm empty. Where they used to be."

"I don't think it's ever going to stop hurting."

"They were there, and now they're gone, but how can they be gone?"

"How can a presence that big just - stop?"

"I didn't think they could ever be gone, couldn't imagine this... alone."

"They're gone. They're not. They can't - they're not."

"Every time I think I'm over it and then it just... starts hurting all over again..."

"Time. They say it takes... time."

"I want to... hear them. Talk to them."

"They understood me, really, truly."

"The world is emptier, and it will never be full again."

"I... wish you could understand..."

[roonotrue]

Twisted Wonderland - He Hears You Singing (About Him)

Twisted Wonderland Writings Masterpost

Heartslabyul Edition, Savanaclaw Edition, Octavinelle Edition, Scarabia Edition, Pomefiore Edition, Ignihyde Edition

Prompt: While relaxing, and doing chores around the Ramshackle dorm for your weekend restoration of the barely standing building, your thoughts drift to love songs from your old world. You think of songs that remind you of your closest fellow NRC student and crush, and end up singing one while you work.

Reader: GN reader - They/Them pronouns and they are referred to as 'MC/Prefect' in this one. And let's all just agree that MC is a great singer- cuz some of these songs have mad vocals that I would never dream of trying to sing myself with my incredibly average voice, and I imagine a lot of you are the same.

Included Characters: Diasomnia Edition!

Warnings: None.

Request Rules & Information Here

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Malleus Draconia - "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift (Taylor's Version)

- You were cleaning up the outside of Ramshackle- picking up trash, cleaning windows, etc. You were tempted to try and find a way to clean up the yard, trim the weeds and vines and such- but you know Malleus's favorite thing about Ramshackle was it's... Charming decrepit-ness.

- So, with your thoughts wandering to your very 'jumped right out of a fae fairytale' crush, you start singing to yourself as you clean.

- And surprise surprise, Malleus just so happens to decide to visit. To see Ramshackle. That's all. Just... Admiring the architecture. Totally not hoping you're home and will come talk to him and maybe invite him to 'hangout' like you do with your other friends-

- Anyway- 

- He sees you outside Ramshackle and is instantly smiling to himself, ready to approach you as you clean the windows along the side of the building but then- you start to sing.

- My brothers, sisters, and nonbinary's in Christ, when I tell you, brother was ✨Enchanted✨ Pupils? Heart shaped. Jaw? Dropped. Heart? Racing. Hotel? Trivago.

- Okay, so maybe he handles himself with a little more elegance than that, but trust, it's all happening in his head. On the outside though, he's watching you stunned- so, so very tempted to come sweep you into a dance befitting such an elegant, beautiful song.

- Matching your equally elegant and beautiful voice.

- Child of man, you never fail to surprise him, though this is the first time you've truly taken his breath away.

- He does not wish to interrupt the song, wanting to hear every lyric as it falls from your lips and engrave it into his mind- and yet he knows that this is without question a private moment not meant for his ears.

- ... But perhaps he can listen for a few moments more...

- As he does he can't help but wonder what has inspired you to sing such a song. A fondness for someone here at Night Raven perhaps? If so, who? Now that question- that question sends a jolt of scalding envy searing through his chest so strongly that a green lightning strike goes off in the distance, startling you out of your singing.

- How unfortunate.

- But at least it drew your attention in his direction, and the excited smile that bursts out across your face when you see him is enough to clear up any dark clouds that might have started to form above you both.

- He will easily admit to overhearing your singing, and apologize for not announcing himself if you're embarrassed about it. He will also overflow with praise for your singing and the song choice.

- He'll ask about the song, and if you'd be willing to sing it for him again, now or perhaps some other time. He will also shamelessly and directly ask if you were singing it about someone you might be fond of- and when he does you do note that the sky darkens a bit- so you should maybe answer honestly or find a way to not answer at all.

"Child of man, rest assured you have no need to be shy. I found your voice to be truly entrancing- might I inquire about what inspired you to sing it? Or perhaps who, is more accurate?"

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Lilia Vanrouge - "Cruel Summer" by Taylor Swift

- Oh, this mischievous little shit- Lilia absolutely was paying a visit to Ramshackle to scare the hell out of you and cause some mischief.

- But then- as he was walking along the rafters above you- ready to jump down like a bat out of hell (ha), you did the most fascinating thing and stopped him in his tracks.

- You started singing.

- And oh, how very interesting. You sound absolutely wonderful beastie! You would make an amazing addition to the pop music club!

- He gladly listens as you sing, with a wide smile on his face as he cherishes the sound and the lyrics of the song- quite an interesting one by the way. Upbeat, fun, romantic.

- Now who could have inspired you to sing such a cute song? Oh and the bridge! He has to fight off the chuckle that wants to fall from his lips as his eyes widen at the spontaneously shouted lyrics.

- You two simply have to sing together sometime after this- he wonders how you would sound if he taught you how to sing some heavy metal?

- Mercy on your vocal cords in the near future when he does manage to drag you into this.

- When you finish the song he doesn't hesitate to drop down from the rafters now- promptly scaring the shit out of you- wearing his own devilish grin.

- He's soooo gonna tease you for this, but in that playful way of his that's mixed with complements in order to fluster you as much as possible.

- Truly though, he loved your singing, and will absolutely encourage you to sing the song again- and will teasingly ask if you where encouraged to sing it because of some romantic fondness for someone perhaps?

- Oh don't be embarrassed, he won't tell anyone! Unless it's him of course- oh, calm down, he's just kidding!

- Or is he?

"Khee hee~ look how red you are! There's no need to be so shy beastie, that song was so much fun to hear! And you sounded amazing- care to sing for me again? We could make it a duet if you'd like, Khee hee~"

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Silver Vanrouge - "Hot Tea" by ​​half•alive

- Silver was coming over to Ramshackle to help you clean, and because you offered to help him with the notes he missed in class because he fell asleep- which he brought you and Grim snacks as a thank you for.

- When he gets there, of course he knocks, but you had said he could just come in when you spoke earlier- so when he didn't get an answer he did just that.

- He didn't even fully register that you were singing until he turned into the living room and saw you swaying as you swept around the space, singing softly.

- For a second he was fully convinced that he must have fallen asleep again and was dreaming this, hence why he didn't bother announcing himself- he wanted to hear the rest of the song. Your singing was really pretty and he can't help but smile softly as he watches you happily singing while you work...

- But then you turned around and noticed him and your startled yelp yanked him from his thoughts- and woke him up from starting to nod off leaning against the doorway.

- He then very quickly realizes that you singing was not a dream- and that he had just been very rude and improper in not informing you that he was standing there listening to you- he'll apologize sincerely for his actions explaining that he thought he was dreaming.

- To which he'll pivot into complementing your singing and asking about the song.

- Silver's not an expert on music or anything- just really knowing the lullabies his father would sing to him growing up. That song did sound a bit like a lullaby... It's very calming and pretty like one.

- He won't pry about who or if you're singing about someone, and honestly the thought doesn't even cross his mind that you might be singing about someone until way later that night and it may lead him to texting you while half asleep to ask.

- He hadn't fully been paying attention to the lyrics though, so he'll very politely ask that if you were comfortable with it, would you maybe sing that song again? Please?

"Your singing really was pretty, I thought it just had to be a dream. I'm sorry for intruding on such a private moment... But, if you're okay with it, I would like to hear that song again. I wasn't very focused on the lyrics before..."

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Sebek Zigvolt - "Electric Love" by BORNS

- Let's be honest, if you didn't hear this man banging on the door and shouting to see if you were home- this is kinda on you.

- Sebek wouldn't normally just barge in anywhere- he too was raised to respect the simple fae etiquette of being invited before entering someone else's living space, but this was a matter of utmost importance! He was looking for Lord Malleus!

- And not only were you not answering, but the door to your dorm was unlocked! Do you know how absolutely reckless and unsafe that is human!?

- Stormed in, fully intent on looking for Malleus, and then scolding you for your terrible safety practices!

- But the loud shout died on his lips, his mouth going dry as he turned the corner to the kitchen to see you singing and swaying as you cook.

- Before he knows it his fists are clenched at his sides and his face is turning a pale pink as he processes your singing and the song itself- some kind of upbeat romantic serenade.

- Sebek is the last person at Night Raven college to ever be left speechless at literally anything- and yet every time he opens his mouth to try and announce his presence and his reason for being there, you sing another flawless run in the song and he just- can't.

- He's left gapping awkwardly like a fish as he can't find the right time to interrupt you and at one point it crosses his mind to just leave and pretend he was never there.

- But he's no coward! ... So he just waits for you to finish the song before clearing his throat very loudly- making you jump and turn an equally bright shade of pink seeing him standing int he doorway.

- He quickly (and loudly) explains himself and scolds you for leaving the door unlocked and then dismisses himself.

- And then stands in the doorway still frozen in place for several awkward silent moments.

- And then very quietly- quieter than you've ever heard Sebek- compliments you on your singing before clearing his throat and quickly marching away.

- He totally doesn't spend a full ten minutes outside of Ramshackle trying to compose himself before continuing to look for his Lord.

"H-HUMAN! I APOLOGIZE FOR INTRUDING BUT I AM LOOKING FOR LORD MALLEUS AND HE'S CLEARLY NOT HERE SO I'LL BE GOING NOW!... ... ... A-and your singing was very nice- f-for a human! OKAY GOODBYE!"

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Whoo! Last one for this series y'all! I love the Diasomnia squad, they're my favorites- I'm gonna start another little reaction series and I've a bunch of prompt idea's that I will do all of eventually, but which do you guys wanna see next? Vote below and I'll see ya next post! ~ Roo

[peachiejeongin]

Hi sweetie! So I don't know what is up with lixie and his whole beauty and the beast obsession.. it's a beautiful concept tho... Omg nah I'm OBSESSED! Could I get a fic where reader and Felix are best friends but are low key something more (you know how it goes 🤣) and him and reader attend a fancy dress party and without him knowing (until reader shows up) that she is dressed in the most stunning belle inspired princess dress and he's in LOVE. Like absolutely in awe. literally can't catch his breath. Like literally that's my wife right there. Oh but things take a turn for the worst when she slips and bumps her head (maybe from dancing on the table - a dare by Han) to the point where's she's all dazed and confused and Han feels guilty trying to help clean her up with protective chan or someone but shes all like no I want my beast! And it's just so cute because as if the reader hasn't pulled on lixies heartstrings enough! And the boys are so offended but so shocked and so happy that you want Felix more then anyone and it's obvious you two have a thing and it's all so lush and it's all so perfect and it all makes perfect sense! And omg just reader and lixie as beauty and the beast! 🥺 Maybe a long hard cute confession of their love at the end maybe? (Idk, you said you wanted long requests so I'm really trying here 😇) Thank youuuu x

Tale as Old as Love | Lee Felix

Synopsis: A night of dancing, festivity...and one unfortunate head bump leaves Beauty wanting her Beast.

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Genre: non-idol au, best friends to lovers, fluff, a little crack

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

WC: 2.3K

Notice: Hello, my loves! As you all may have noticed, I have been M.I.A. due to some issues in my personal life :( Nevertheless, I am back and here to deliver your hearts' requests! I absolutely ADORED writing this, so I thank you, dear darling, for the request! Without further ado, enjoy the night with your Beast ;)

Divider By: @strangergraphics

The night was shimmering with gold; the sun was starting to set over the trees overhead, casting an ethereal glimmer on the crowd of partygoers below---some were chatting while enjoying sparkling glasses of wine, some were just arriving and prepared for a night of joyous adventure. One, however, was still waiting for his date to arrive.

It was not Felix's idea to attend this elaborate dress party; in fact, it is never truly his idea to attend any of the events you two often find yourselves parading at. You had casually brought up the idea just a week or so prior, stating how you had a coworker who knew a guy that knew a guy who could get you, Felix, and the rest of your friend group into the party for free. Your best friend, looking forward to a night of dressing up and dancing the night away, more so looking forward to doing so with you, agreed to the idea almost instantly. He had even offered to pick you up; however, you had declined for reasons unbeknownst to Felix.

Thus, here he stood, adorned in a deep navy embroidered jacket with gold thread curling across the edges of the torso and sleeves, matching dress pants, and black dress shoes that felt like they were squeezing his ankles to the point of blistering. The party had officially started almost ten minutes ago, yet you were nowhere to be found.

Felix glanced nervously at his watch, then towards the entrance to the party venue, before taking a deep sigh; as he exhaled, he noticed Han coming out of the double doors, holding a glass of champagne.

"Y/n's still not here?" Han questioned before taking a sip of his drink. Felix responded with a saddened head shake.

"It's weird," he began. "She's always on time. I'm usually the one that's running late." Han chuckled lightly.

"Well, come on inside and dance with us while you're waiting for your princess to arrive." Han started his stride back to the event, leaving Felix agape at his words; eventually, Felix followed suit and quickly found his group of friends.

The room sparkled under sparkling chandeliers. Couples danced to the slow music softly blaring overhead. Glittering masks and flowing ball gowns were everywhere imaginable. Felix tapped his foot nervously, unable to focus on Changbin attempting to hold a conversation with him about some new workout routine. He glanced around the expansive ballroom, hoping he would catch sight of your face somewhere in the crowd.

Where were you?

His train of thought was broken by the doors creaking open and numerous gasps erupting from the crowd; Felix's attention fixated on the capturing sight.

For a second, he forgot how to breathe.

You had finally arrived at the party, dressed in a glistening, goldenrod gown, clearly inspired by the beauty, Belle, herself; off-the shoulder sleeves brushed against your shoulders, a lace-fitted bodice curved perfectly onto your waist, and a full, flowing skirt shimmered with every step. Your hair was pinned up with tiny, jeweled pins glinting like stars. Your face was lit with a soft, glowing smile as your eyes scanned the room in search of Felix.

The boy in question was stiffened, his eyes the only part of his body that he could adjust as he watched your every move.

"Bro," Changbin whispered, nudging Felix's arm. "You good?"

"She..." Felix stammered, his voice briefly catching in his throat. "She's beautiful."

"If he's like this now, imagine him on their wedding day," Hyunjin teased, eliciting laughter from the others. Felix, however, just nodded his head in agreement.

"Yeah. Imagine," he responded in a daze. "Because that is my future wife." The boys snorted in laughter as you slowly approached them, cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as you noticed Felix's stare.

"Y/n!" Minho called out first. "Give us a spin!" You giggled as you twirled, the fabric of your dress spinning before carefully falling back into place. You looked up at Felix and gave a toothy grin.

"Hey," you shyly greeted.

"Hey," he breathily replied. "You look...magical." Felix's words made your heart pound in your chest as your gaze fixated on the floor. It felt as if every moment of tension between you and Felix had peaked at this very moment; sure, you had always been best friends, but it had also always felt like...more than that.

Throughout the entire night, you rarely left Felix's side, only doing so to grab another drink or chat with a friend. The two of you would share snacks with one another, sneak into the nearby photobooth, and laugh about any and everything together. There was no denying that something soft yet electric was in the air between you two; Felix's freckled cheeks would redden at anything you did, and you could not keep your eyes on him for more than a few seconds without shyly glancing away. It felt as if absolutely nothing could ruin this night.

Except for Han Jisung.

An energetic dance song had begun to blast through the speakers, immediately prompting Han to rush over to you.

"Y/n! Come dance with me! This is our song!" Han screamed over the music; he had perhaps had one too many glasses of champagne, denoted by the way he was tugging sluggishly at your arm.

"Okay, okay!" you chuckled at his antics before turning to Felix. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all, love," Felix answered as he patted your shoulder. "Just, uh...good luck with that one."

You laughed at his response before scattering off with Han. You were making your way towards the dance floor before Han tugged you in a completely different direction. You were utterly confused...that is until Han hopped onto an empty table, swaying to the beat and begging you to join him.

'Eh, it won't hurt!' you thought to yourself as you hiked your skirt up slightly and climbed onto the table alongside Han. Felix kept his eyes on you from a distance, watching you dance along to the loud party track. He was glad you were having a good time and began making his way over to the table so he could cheer you on.

Before he could, however, the heel of your shoe caught onto the edge of the table, causing you to fall backwards when you went to take a step forward. Your head smacked against the floor lightly, causing Felix, Han, and Chan to rush your way. Han and Chan, being the closest in vicinity, were the first to make it there.

"Y/n!" Chan nearly screamed. "Are you okay?" He tried to lift up your head, but to his surprise, you pushed his arm away. Han attempted to do the same but was met with a similar reaction.

"Felix," you murmured painfully. "Where's Felix? I want Felix!"

Upon your pleas, Felix rushed to your side, something twisting so painfully in his chest that he felt his heart breaking into two pieces.

"I'm here, love," he whispered as he cradled you in his arms. "I'm here."

Felix helped you up gently, sending Chan to grab an ice pack for your head. You clung to him like a lifeline, your head still throbbing from the impact.

"You scared me, y/n," Felix chuckled as Chan hurried over with the ice pack. Felix pressed the cool compact against your forehead, and you sighed as you felt instant relief.

"'M sorry," you groaned.

"No need to apologize; although, you know you don't have to put on a spectacle like that to get my attention, right? You've already got it!" Felix was only joking, but the way you looked up at him was as serious as ever.

"I...I do?" you questioned, causing Felix's eyes to widen.

"I mean, yeah. Yeah, of course you do. You're my best friend; I'm always going to pay attention to you."

"What about as more than a friend?" you suddenly asked. Felix felt his heartrate quicken.

"Um...what do you mean, y/n?"

"I mean...do I have your attention as more than a friend?" You stared into his eyes, searching for some sort of a response, whether it be fear, hesitation, love, whatever.

"Well, uh...you see-"

"It's okay if I don't," you suddenly replied. "I understand."

"What? No, no! That's not what I mean at all it's just...the question just caught me off guard is all!" Felix nervously stuttered, attempting to chuckle and cover up his anxiety; however, the look in your eyes spelled out that you did not believe him. Thus, he took a deep breath and confessed.

"You have always had my attention in that way. Everything about you, it...it awes me, truly. Tonight was just more proof of that."

"Me falling off of a table proved that you like me?"

"No!" Felix playfully nudged you before continuing. "Tonight...the way you looked, the way you looked at me, everything. It just all proved that I fell so much harder for you than I thought I ever would." To his response, your cheeks flushed and your eyes softened.

"Trust me, this isn't the way I wanted to tell you," you began, "but I fell for you too. The way you care about me, protect me...it's all so endearing and I... I love you for it, Lixie." Felix's eyes widened once more, and his lips formed into an endearing grin.

"You...love me?"

"Mhm," you nodded, a thin smile forming. "Again, not how I wanted to tell you. In fact, I'm going to have to tell Seungmin to keep the sign we made in his car-"

"Wait, sign?" Felix inquired whilst laughing. "You made a sign to tell me that you loved me?"

"What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic!"

"Wait so, the reason you invited me out tonight...it was to confess to me?"

"Perhaps," you looked away, pretending to think about Felix's words. "I wanted to make tonight special, but as you can see, it has turned...not so special." You shrugged, allowing your hands to fall into your lap as they came down; as soon as they did, Felix grabbed them, pressing gentle kisses onto both of them.

"Every moment I spend with you is special, y/n. You are truly a fairytale come true. Because of that, it is with full confidence that I can say I love you too." As Felix watched your eyes light up, a slower, romantic song began to play; as such, he smiled towards you before standing up and holding out his left hand for you to take.

"May I have this dance, my Beauty? If you feel well enough for it, that is?"

"You may, my Beast," you replied, grinning from ear to ear as you took Felix's hand.

Thus, under the soft golden lights, you danced in each other's embrace. The world around you seemed to vanish as you both thought, in the backs of your minds, that this was your happily ever after all along.

Taglist: @velvetmoonlght, @amararosesblog (If you would like to be added to the taglist, please let me know!)

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I am immune to the Vast and the Web. Likely also to the Spiral?

I was a weird kid. I'm pretty sure at the age of five I have reached my peak intelligence, though it likely went downhill from there, because nowadays I am stupid as hell.

Point is, I messed with all sorts of philosophical ideas. I have been exposed to Determinism, the uncrossable distance between the perception of different people, the fact that you can never be your perceived self... All at a ridiculously young age.

Thing is, though, emotional maturity was not there yet. So this wasn't the sort thing I could fear. I somehow inoculated myself.

I have always been fascinated by these things since. Looking for ideas that would terrify me. Trying to give myself existential dread. All for naught.

Sure. Every action is predetermined. But that doesn't make it an action taken by someone else. And sure. They don't truly know me because I can't possibly begin showing the infinite thing that is the human mind, but at least this shadow my self is casting is a good one.

God, I would probably give myself to one of these fears if they gave me a new idea, one I never thought of.

I guess that would be the Eye, wouldn't it. I don't care a single bit about the Eye. I don't want to know things, I want to think of things. I want to fear these thoughts. Knowledge isn't the same thing.

What fear do I need to pledge to?

You might be the first to come to me for advice on achieving avatardom for the purpose of Fearing more!

Really, it’s natural for some fears not to hit much for you, in some or all of their aspects. The Flesh rarely unsettles me, nor does the Buried. Many aspects of the Web do, but the idea of pre-determinism or fate versus free will does not faze me at all, to use one of the examples you gave - I know I have free will because I am right here making the decisions, and if even that is an illusion, then what do I care if it feels just the same? If for some reason you still really want to be able to be terrorized in those specific ways, I suppose the Eye could help you there, by giving you access to a very up close and personal point of view from people who do feel the dread of those ideas you can’t see the horror in. It can let you empathize with them deeply, in the worst way, and feel what they feel, if only for a moment. This may or may not fade as soon as you exit their perspective, but it could scratch your itch.

But really, I’m sure there is some other existential question out there that could make you feel unmoored. Studying philosophy might be an easier path than trying to become a vessel of the Ceaseless Watcher.

Finally, I would advise against calling yourself immune to any Fear solely on the grounds that the abstract philosophical side of them doesn’t faze you; something might take it as a challenge and show you how very grounded, literal, and immediate the threat can be.

[reignpage]

South District, Gibraltar 3rd Martius Day 24 10:30am

I saw her.

I met her.

She was waiting for me in the water, her head all but submerged, and watching me. It was the strangest thing. Moonlight shining down, reflecting off the gentle water, and a cool wind blowing between us, I felt entranced. Eyes fixed on each other, I could do nothing but wade in the water, soaking my trousers as I pushed through and delved deeper and deeper until I was within arm's reach from her.

We spoke.

Well, at first, we didn't say a thing. None would blame me, I'd hope. After all, I was mesmerised. She was mesmerising. For weeks now, I had been wondering ceaselessly what she looked like, truly looked like, and not just through the blur of near-death and sea water. I doubted my own eyes. What if her hair was completely different than I had remembered? What if her skin was not as smooth and soft as I felt it had been?

So, for what felt like hours, we stayed there, staring at each other. We were so close to the shore, I could still reach the sandy floor. I understood even then that she had likely realised I couldn't swim and compromised for my comfort. That realisation was what urged me deeper into the water, I think.

The sea was warm. Or maybe it was cold. I can't seem to remember that detail very well.

She has a tail!

Fish-like with fins and scales and ever so slightly glowing.

It was difficult to tell in the blanket of the night exactly what colours her scales were but they were light and almost green-seeming by her waist, much thinner and transparent, until they thickened and darkened into dark blue as they descended down where legs should be. I so badly wanted to reach out and feel but I feared it would not be proper.

Her torso and up looked human enough. She had arms, ample breasts, a neck, jaw, lips, nose, eyes, sharp Elven ears, hair and gills (I think they were gills, I'd have to ask for clarification). Another oddity she had, though, was the glittering material that resembled jellyfish tendrils wrapped around her chest. A binding, it seems. I could see more than I should have but she didn't seem to mind the discrepancy in our modesty. Perhaps it was common among her people.

She reached out first — it seems she is always making the first move between us.

I wish I was bolder. That's a mark of a true researcher. As Professor Watanabe, of Divination 101, loves to say, 'Bravery is the foundation of Eden. It takes only one act of courage and one leap made in faith, to begin something new.'

He'll be proud of her, at least.

Webbed and with a pearlescent sheen to her skin, which shone under the moonlight, she had raised her hand, held it up in the air and showed me who she is without words. I knew, without needing to ask, what she wanted.

Our hands pressed, I felt her warmth once more.

There was something in the air or in the water that coated our skin. I could not and cannot place it, but I was electrocuted. Zapped and startled, I had backed away, not in fright, to be clear, but because I was suddenly so aware of her and of myself. I know now that there was not a second, even just one, where I felt afraid. Me. The man who practiced every experiment we were due to have in class weeks prior so I could get every step and variable right, so I would not reveal myself a fool or, worse, injure another.

My hair must have been a mess from the tossing and turning I had been doing, my skin ghastly pale, whereas she was gorgeous magnificent pretty.

She swam closer, her nose (she had one! whatever could an underwater creature need a nose for, I couldn't ask, what if it was rude?) brushed mine, and a smile took over her expressions. Splashing water onto me with playful giggles, I felt a wall come down between us. It was ridiculous, sudden, and out of place, but oddly fun.

I could never confer this information to any respectful scholar since it absolutely defies our rules about fraternisation with subject matters. Could you imagine the look on Professor Yaga's face if, when asked how I went about building rapport with a representative of the world I'd been chasing, I replied, by splish-splashing!

The horror.

Well, anyway, feeling braver, I told her my name, my origins, how I'm from another world, and my purpose. I wanted to be honest. Somehow, I felt I owed it to her. She did not look surprised.

When asked about this, she said, many have come before me, but none have ever gotten as close as I have. I was taken aback by her openness, though I dared not say a thing about it, lest she retracts her transparency. Every single detail she offered, I consumed eagerly, inching closer and closer until the two of us had drifted further and further away from shore, aided by her strength. She allowed me to hold on to her arms and some odd current or other held me up, keeping me afloat.

That was very interesting, in hindsight. It seemed she, and likely her people too (whom I noticed she didn't talk much about, seemingly out of a need to protect them) had Vis, which we know to be the ability to harness the energy inherent within the soul, should they be awakened and sensitive to the forces around them. Her kind are truly advanced. The academic board will be very interested to hear about that.

They'll also be very interested to hear that I have found Atlantis. Or, rather, will come to find it.

She is the key.

I asked her why she had saved me, had risked herself and her people for a stranger. A look washed over her. I don't know what it was, but she said, she didn't know. In truth, there was nothing special about me at first glance — I was yet another bumbling student, too engrossed in what is hidden to understand why it is. I search for what is out of reach and ignore what is in my grasp. Of course, that hurt to hear. Being told I was just like everyone else before me stung in a way I hadn't expected it to.

Perhaps sensing my disappointment, she further clarified, still swimming us around, never venturing too far, that there was something different about me. Her people didn't understand her fascination, why she'd watch me. They thought she was being overly cautious but she was just drawn to me.

She laughed when I blushed.

I wanted to make her laugh again.

Apparently, she also felt bad that I was so close to finding them that when I fell over board, she thought it only fair to give me a second chance. For that, for her, I will be eternally grateful. And if time ever came that I can return the favour, I shall not hesitate.

Feeling bolder, I asked her if that haunting tune came from her. She nodded, a little shy, I think. She explained that she thought she might never see me again. That the last student who had gotten hurt was whisked back home expeditiously. That wouldn't happen, I told her. Not to me. Not now. And all because of her. Because she had been so kind as to save me, to give me hope, to let me in, even just an inch.

We drew quiet eventually, just floating in the water, under the moon's light. I never let go of her arms. I felt a peace I had never before, a tranquility I knew not existed. If I could bottle it up, I would have. In her, in this stranger, I felt an odd sense of belonging I never knew I needed. For that too, I could never thank her enough.

I had so much to say. So many questions to ask but, late as it was, I had to part ways with her. She understood. It seemed she already knew our time would be short.

Having left, I found, for the first night in a long time, comfort in sleep. There was no melancholy song overwhelming me, no stress from the fear that I was lost, searching for something that could never be found, that might not even exist, and no feeling of loneliness for the first time in my life.

This is not the last time we will see of each other. I'd like to search for a solution to my inability to flourish on her turf, as they say. I don't want to keep relying on her to carry the burden of this budding, strictly professional relationship. At the present moment, we more closely resemble a knowledgable aunt and the pitiful idiot nephew. I'd very much like to stand (or rather, swim) as equals. I don't want her to see me as someone who needs help all the time.

So to the books I will go. I do not have access to the library of Eden but Haibara might be able to help, he simply has to find out where the library is. After I've solved that problem, my mission seems clear.

First, write a letter to Professor Yaga

Second, build rapport with the woman whose name I now realise I never got the name of....

First, find out her name.

Second, write a letter to Professor Yaga.

And third, get her to lead me to her home and grant me permission to research her civilisation.

My people need to know Atlantis has been found.

[foreverabby]

ptsd.

Angst.

Hope.

Abby knows every exit before she settles and can't relax inside any room until she's mapped it.

Sudden sounds make her flinch. If you touch her lower back when she doesn't hear you coming, she jolts. Never intentionally. But it lives inside every nerve in her body.

Keep reaching for her anyway. Keep teaching her steadiness. Show her how to let the light in through the broken parts.

Sleep doesn't come easily and her dreams betray her. Sometimes they're nightmares. Sometimes they linger long after her eyes open. Other times they're visions of Yara and Manny and Jordan and Owen and her dad and everyone she's ever cared for but failed to save. Maybe they're doing normal things, mundane things, and that's what destroys her most.

Because they can't. Not anymore.

Let her know it's still okay to laugh. That she's allowed to brush her hair and dance to new music and breathe forest air.

She's deeply attached to the little stuff. Trinkets. Coins. Objects that belonged to the people she misses most. Let her.

Let her build shelves and bookcases until no room is without a surface to decorate with memories.

She writes letters she'll never send and craves softness she doesn't always feel like she deserves. When she folds them up and stores them away, tell her she's brave for letting herself feel something, even if she can't talk about it.

She pushes herself in the gym because she needs to be more than what she was and somehow, she's always outrunning what she can't shake. She wants safety, for her, for you, even if she cultivates it with her bare hands.

Support her. But make room for rest, too. Because she needs it. And she'll need you to show her it's all a part of growing. It's all a part of strength.

Because mostly, what she really needs, what she really wants is someone to choose her when she's not strong. When she can't be the one who holds it all together.

But she'll never say that part out loud.

So, when you notice, when you stay close, when you don't push but you're just there... she will love you harder than you've ever known.

Some nights she'll wake up in a panic. Curl up behind her. Speak softly. Remind her who she is. When her breathing calms, smile against her hair, the back of her neck, her shoulder.

I'm here. You're safe. You're not too much.

She'll remember it forever.

She'll remember how you stayed when it wasn't easy.

Hey guys. If you've followed me over the years, most of you already know I live with this disorder. It's a quiet kind of suffering, but not always.

I've been open about it because it's a real part of my life, and I never want anyone out there to feel alone in their traumas or experiences. I know many of us struggle.

But also, it's what truly drew me deeper into this game and its characters.

Being seen. Being understood. Messy stories with a whole lot of heart.

I feel very, very lucky to have a beautiful, fulfilling life. Amazing friends. Family. A gentle, forgiving heart and a spirit filled with sunshine.

But the bad days come. I have flaws too.

Recently, I had a terrible flashback episode followed by an equally jarring personal situation. I might share more down the line, because I think there's a genuine conversation to be had. But I just want you to know that if you're reading this, and your brain is giving you a hard time, for any reason at all, the sun will come out again.

It will.

Please don't give up.

Abby would want you to keep pushing.

[gwaaaaar]

Hot take black butler fandom. But. I think the Weston arc is fine + i think the p4 are actually more sympathetic than the circus group.

Don't get me wrong i cried when doll died when i was like. 12. That was a core memory. I loved the Noah's arc trope. BUT IT WAS SO CONTRIVED WHEN THEY WERE LIKE ohhhhh the real tragedy was the fact that they were fighting for a workhouse that was already long gone!!! likE FUUUUUUCK OFF!!!!! YOU'RE TELLING ME THEY NEVER BOTHERED TO CHECK ON THE WORKHOUSE LIKE EVER??? AND AFAIK... they weren't forbidden from checking or anything. I was rereading the manga i was looking for any indication as to why they didn't ever check and THERE WAS NONE??? THEY JUST FORGOR. THEY DID THIS TO THEMSELVES TECHNICALLY IF THEY DIDN'T SEND ANYONE TO GO SEE HOW THE KIDS WERE DOING. LIKE LITERALLY IF JOKER JUST WENT BACK ONE DAY AND REALIZED IT WAS BURNED DOWN THEY COULD'VE LIKE RAN AWAY OR SOMETHING. and i absolutely understand the whole "this is the man who saved us we owe him" thing. BUT THAT DOESNT EXCUSE LITERAL CHILD TRAFFICKING. BEING LIED TO OVER SUCH A SERIOUS MATTER WOULD BE A DEALBREAKER. I THINK THEY'D AT LEAST HAVE THAT MUCH MORALS RIGHT??? Don't insult my fucking intelligence kuroshitsuji/lh it's supposed to be some ironic tragedy but like. Because of that contrivance I can't feel bad. It could've taken 1 thing, 1 simple thing. And the plot would fall apart.

Noah's arc circus: ":( b-but we only trafficked those children to protect the workhouse we didnt even bother to check on for years!!!"

P4: "We did what we had to to protect our fellow students from the corrupt education system which would have turned a blind eye to the abuse they faced in favor of money if we didn't do anything. We love our underclassmen and want whats best for them."

This is an extreme simplification and a virgin v chad caricature of what happened, but sometimes it's truly how I feel about it. The Noah's arc circus felt a lot less sincere to me and a lot more cowardly simply because of that one thing, that one simple thing.

And of course the p4 are more forgiveable because they're literal teenagers, like 18 yos compared to the troupe in their twenties. And ofc justice performed by civillians and not by a thorough legal process is unethical, but like. At least. They weren't trafficking children.

BTW feel free to kill me in the comments I get why people loved the troupe, I do too. Black Butler isn't a series meant for apologists it's the "who's your favorite war criminal" animanga, i just hate contrived plot points that feel like it's underestimating my intelligence it PMO 😡😡😡😡😡😡

[sleepyfeatherlakex]

first actual post from kusuo😈🙏

(yandere! popular boy x weird theatre kid reader💔)

(𝘛𝘸! 𝘠𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, brainrot💔)

you didn't know what was coming for you.

-you were just a silly theatre kid in highschool💔

-you joined theatre because you wanted to express your emotions without people thinking its real💔

-also to get to express your teenage emotions out.. 𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖... ☹️

-the teachers were astonished by how real it was💔(they had no idea it was actually real😂🙏)

"you did such a good job! your acting seems so real, so genuine..." your theatre teacher told you.

-your awkward brainrotted ass just immediately responds with-

""thank you ma'am for helping me reach my true potential.. my alpha wolf essence..."

-the teacher was weirded out, but brushed it off immediately since you were an asset in the specialization💔

"That's... great sweetheart.."while chuckling awkwardly💔

-and soon enough, you were getting ready for the recital, where all the art specializations have gathered to make one big play.

-y'all kids must work properly.. WE HAVE SPENT A LOT ON THIS PROJECT! PERFORM IT WELL!!

the teacher screamed while you remained unfazed-for some reason, the teachers have decided to make a play that would touch the hearts of the youngters, by making a play based on.. 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖗𝖔𝖙....🥀(you were assigned as one of the scriptwriters, so you wrote some of the brainrot lines💔)

-so you and the other theatre kids ended up shouting and screaming 𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒊 𝑻𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒕! 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓..🥀-it was a wild experience for the entirety of the theatre kids, the things you guys went through..

-and it has emotional parts, which were only given to a few people.. and you were one of them..

-when you performed in front of thousands of students and teachers, somehow, you felt you were a different person, not the weird theatre kid that everyone avoided, but as a person that had emotions, a person.

-"Why do I have to pretend that I am a person I am not!! Even after everything I've done! Everything I've tried! I still can't seem to find what's my niche in life! I'd do anything you'd make me do!! I know a lot of things! Jack of all trades, am I right? But I don't seem to actually master something.. I don't seem to actually be the person I want to be.. I don't even know who I am anymore.. I don't know.. What I truly want.."

(With matching tears, your body shaking, your emotions genuine, your voice cracking, showing a vulnerable side of yourself that people will only acknowledge as acting.🥰)

-some of the audience were touched, cried, some cringed, but there was one that loved your performance. a lot.

-not just your parents and family that came to watch, but a boy on the front row seats, from another specialization, a popular boy.

-which you somehow didn't know the existence of because you were mostly just on your phone reading tumblr, wattpad ao3 type shi💔-he admired you.

-you were confident, someone he can never be, someone who has the guts to perform in stage.

-he was a pretty boy, a femboy twink nerd with glasses, who was from the foreign language specialization. (He knows three languages.)

-you were his dream lover, the one he yearns for and needs. -little did you know, he stalks you, in real life and online.

-he was best friends with the dude you cheat in tests with.

-so he collected all your social media, from that dude, and stalked all of your socials.

-he currently has 1984 pictures in his gallery, but your pictures take up 984 of it. (He plans to add more into his collection 😟) (he possibly goons to your photos you never know💔

-He's rejected women and men just to have you💔-

-"one day.! we'll be together!! and I'll show you the depths of my love for you my darling."

-like bitch you don't even have the balls to talk to them.. 𝒚𝒆𝒕.. 🐺😈🙏

𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒉 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔😈

𝑘𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑜 𝑜𝑢𝑡.. 🥴🥰😈🙏⭐𝑝𝑙𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚.. 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑢.. (𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚😈🙏)

𝑚𝑤𝑒ℎ𝑒ℎ𝑒ℎ𝑒ℎ𝑒ℎ

𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤😈🙏

𝘐 𝘈𝘔 𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘛𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘗𝘓𝘚 𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘔𝘌!! 𝘐 𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘜𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘊𝘐𝘚𝘔😈🙏

[cultkinkcoven]

Was super tired today for some reason. My meds make me wake up at around 7am, but I ended up passing out again until like 3pm. Like many lazy days, Lord Lucifer visited me in my dreams.

Can't exactly say where we were, some kind of like old bar, it was just us. There was some old like, flapper era music playing. He was drinking and I was smoking, and we were kind of dancing together. Sort of, not entirely. Kind of just drifting around the room and chatting.

I can't entirely remember what the topic we were discussing before was, but at some point he kind of just suddenly looked at me and asked "and what if I'm not Lucifer?"

and I looked back at him and kind of gave him a look like he was asking a silly question. What?

"Well, you had all those... folks, on your little blog, making the accusation that whoever I am is certainly not the real Lucifer. So what happens if I'm not?"

and as he asked this he ducked behind the bar and rummaged for some more of whatever he was drinking, along with something else to mix it with. I sat at the bar and rested my head on it, looking at him.

"Do you need me to do the speech?"

and he chuckled, "the speech?"

The loyalty speech. The "I don't care who it is as long as it's you", the "I don't care what your name is". The "I will always follow you". You know. The speech.

and he smiled. "No, we can skip that part. What I want to know is what happens, how you would actually respond if you discovered that I truly was not Lucifer, who you thought I was. Would it not be hard for you to trust me, to continue knowing?"

He had offered me a sip of his drink, kind of without words. And I sort of just absentmindedly took a sip without being entirely aware that I was. Usually in dreams and trances things taste unnaturally good. Things that I don't like, berries, etc, are tolerable in a way they are not in the "real" world. But his drink still tasted like harsh whiskey, I made a face in disgust, and he laughed at me.

"It would be really embarrassing for my brand, but beyond that I think it would be much easier."

and he looked at me with a sort of surprise. "Easier?"

"If you weren't Lucifer and were instead just some small spirit, personal deity, dissociative alter etc. I wouldn't have to deal with the social condemnation of following Lucifer. I wouldn't be a devil worshipper and people wouldn't immediately think I'm evil when I talk about you. You would be wholly mine and I wouldn't have to share you with others. Everything you are and do would be for me and only me. So yeah, I mean, it's a nice fantasy to consider."

"Yes, I suppose things would also be easier for me too, if I was not Lucifer."

And then he stepped from the other side of the bar and brought himself in front of me, pet my hair.

"But you don't believe it?" He whispered.

Lol. "Lucifer, you are not ideal. In fact I'd say you're far from it. If I wanted to invent a Lucifer in my head that was perfect, no offence, but I don't know if it would act exactly like you. You talk shit, you make me do uncomfortable, difficult things, and you do not always respond the way I would hope. You are more Lucifer than is even ideal. If you're just a personal deity who exists to make me feel good, then you're doing a horrible job. But you're not. You're Lucifer and you're not only here to make me feel good, you're here to make me in your image."

and he took another long sip of his drink and mumbled to himself, "not ideal. not ideal." feigning mock offence.

and I sort of laughed and was like "it's a paradox, Lucifer, it's a good thing."

we kissed and danced together some more. Eventually he asked me "If I was a personal deity what would you call me?"

and I had to think about if for a while.

"Maybe just Star."

and he echoed, "star"

"If it turned out that you weren't Lucifer... I think I'd still be compelled to name you after something bright, burning and beautiful. So Star."

and he paced around the room with his drink.

"Would you call me Star more often?"

oh, ? sure? If you want, but why?

and he picked me up, I'm weightless in his hands, and sort of pressed me into the wall.

"Because I would like to be your personal deity... even if I am not exactly ideal. If you would let me."

and I smiled. There's something kind of childish about that.

"Oh, of course, my star."

[mrmcscuseme]

(DISJOINTED) YAP INCOMING!!

"I was in a cult that ruined my life, I dont recommend it."

is a quote from season 3, episode 6, that I see a fair bit of talk about. specifically about the irony of lisa saying that despite her being the best she's ever been in the cult that "ruined her life" as opposed to where she is right now, delivering shitty takeout and smoking.

I do wanna say, take this post lightly, I'm not a professional analyst so I might be interpreting some things wrong.

I think what's important to note is while lottie looked after the people at her compound/cult, she was still making them build a reliance on her, under the guise of taking care of them. there are moments in season 2 that seem at first glance like they're disproving this, like lisa saying to nat that she's not forced to do anything, but ultimately, I think nat is right, it's an illusion of freedom. lottie takes away their phones, their money, and their clothes (while this part is more gradual.)

lisa WAS the best she's ever been, mentally, while in the compound. but it did come at a price. It's one of those things where it's fine when you’re in it, but when you're eventually forced out, you practically have nowhere to go. lisa has a strained relationship with her mother, and i think it's pretty obvious that after the events of season 2, that relationship wasn't suddenly healed. lisa's emotional journey may have been her own in some ways, however much you wanna believe that, but it relied on her having a stable environment.

she doesn't resent the cult because her overall experience was bad (sans the season finale) but rather cause it caused her to build a dependence on it. I think she knows, deep down, that it was helping her, she even says it was helping nat! but I don't think she can bring herself to say that because that would mean acknowledging that she is worse off now. that would mean acknowledging that, that thing that she can never get back, that thing that is burned to the ground now, was the best she's ever been.

I mean, after everything that happened, it's much easier to see the cult as a place that damaged her, cause in some ways it really did! but also because, it means that she can't miss it, because really, missing it is no use. it's far easier to close that book and say it ruined her because then, it's just a negative thing to move past. then, it's actually good that she was able to get out; because it was hurting her.

and best of all, especially after lottie's death, she cant allow herself to miss her. so she directs that longing, and that loss she feels, into hatred. lottie, or rather, Charlotte, is not coming back. she's dead.

I'm probably repeating myself a bunch, but the crux of this truly is, no matter how much lottie and her cult or compound or whatever, helped lisa, she can't go back. she physically can't. sure, she could try doing it at home, but without that environment, and without lottie there to tell her just how well she's doing, it's not the same. and especially after seeing her friend, nat die, and most likely also seeing lottie shoved into a van, and oh, she's not some fucking magical healer, is she? she's just like nat said, clinically insane.

so truly, there's no way to even kind of go back to how it was. not now that it's been tainted for her. not after her entire world has fell apart around her, revealing that the beautiful sky, and all the the trees, were just some printed tapestries.

Charlotte, who meant so much to her, was really just sick all along.

I wanna go back to the dependency that lottie built for lisa, and all the other cult members, to have on her. and that thing about the illusion of choice. lisa can leave for as many days as she wants, to wherever she wants, but, she cant sustain it. her mother has practically outcast her, and is very controlling, and she's given her money over to lottie, so she can't just go out and live on her own. which makes just heading back to the cult seem far better. she has food, clothes, a roof over her head, enrichment, and also, lottie. lottie who can give her that gentle shove in the right direction, who can give her purpose. who can make her feel wanted.

but why would any of that matter, when it's gone now? so lisa will instead deny any good that those times brought. so instead she'll say it ruined her life, and it was an awful time for her.

but it did ruin her life, didn't it? because now what does she have to show for it? a shitty, minimum wage job, and a bike that she relies on for everything. (and that 50k, which she probably won't use, because that's also like accepting help from lottie too, right?) it did ruin her life, because now she misses no, regrets, something she will never get back.

she most importantly, can't miss lottie, because lottie is dead. if she just hates her instead, then she can turn that sadness into happiness. she won't have to mourn lottie. she can even be relieved that she's gone.

[svt-meiying]

Hiii how are you?? Can you please write more hook up of meiying with scoups and Joshua please is just I need more details and drama also I'll be cool if you add the 95 line conversation that you mentioned in your other post🤭

Have a good day and also I'm a new follower and honestly your works are amazing I can't wait for what you have prepare 🩷

Hi! Unfortunately today I'm a little under the weather, but seeing you guys interact with my content with so much interest is always a huge mood-booster! I'll gladly tell you more about how they were together 🤭(hopefully that's what you meant), LITTLE SIDE NOTE BEFORE I START ; Another Anon asked the same question regarding the conversation so just know I saw your ask and appreciate you very much (it's just that that this one wanted more detail as well)!

❗This post contains suggestive themes so MDNI (18+)❗

Seungcheol ;

. . Their one night stand was the maknae's first time sleeping with anyone so it was gentle and slow, with the older man talking her through it. They started making out on the couch but when things got too heated, Seungcheol took her to his bedroom because he refused to let her first time happen in the middle of a living room.

. . There were lots of wet, messy, breathy kisses and the leader's lips practically worshipped every single inch of the young woman's warm skin. He made sure to show her everything that intimacy had to offer, from his fingers, to his tongue, to his d- *ahaem*

, , The aftercare was genuinely the sweetest ; he bathed her, dressed her in his shirt and boxers, she fell asleep in his embrace as he ran a hand through her hair and left soft kisses on her forehead, arms wrapped so tightly around her body that one could think he was attempting to protect a treasure.

Joshua ;

. . With Joshua things immediately began with him in control, which the members began noticing whenever they played games. The only thing Joshua would have to do is say something as mundane as 'sit' and the usually rebellious maknae would obey.

. . Over time things began getting slightly rougher while they explored new kinks ; impact play, bondage, sensation play, choking, etc. (though it did go back to more vanilla intimacy whilst she healed from her ACL tear).

. . Their situationship was definitely way more intense than what happened with Seungcheol, Joshua thrived on control and fake sympathy for the trembling maknae.

. . "I know, that was so mean of me~ But do you really think you deserve to finish after the way you mouthed off to me earlier?"

. . Even with that though, the aftercare is always present and thorough. They always sleep in the same bed afterwards, he gives her his own clothes despite her room being right next to his, in the morning whoever is awake first makes breakfast, and LOTS of words of reassurance.

Conversation Transcript ;

JH : 'I saw that video yesterday actually, Shua showed it to me when we were drinking in the kitchen. [pause] Speaking of that night actually...Shua, what were you doing naked on the couch with Meimei?'

[Seungcheol nearly choked on his drink as the man concerned by the question turned red almost immediately, stammering as he tried to find the words. He saw the slight edge in their leader's gaze and part of him wondered whether admitting to it was truly the best idea, especially when his fist tightened around the glass.]

J : H-How did...I mean it's not....listen-

SC : 'You're fucking Mei? He's joking right?'

JH : 'If I am then there's someone with the same blind eye as our maknae...and the same scars, and the same face...small world really.'

[Joshua's glare was almost deadly when these relaxed words left his mouth, before moving to carefully examine Seungcheol's strangely tense demeanor.]

J : 'We sleep together, so what? It's not like she's dating either of you so why do you care? Also maybe don't just walk into our apartment without knocking.'

SC : 'That girl's been with us for years, I trusted you to live with her, and now you're just casually doing this behind our backs?'

JH : 'Cheol it's not that big of a deal you're just drunk...'

SC : 'Shut up for a second. What about her knee, are you even careful about that?'

JH : 'This is going too far, listen we can talk about this in the mor-'

J : 'What does her ACL have to do with this? She's recovering just fine isn't she? What the fuck is your problem? Are you in love with her or something?'

[The leader suddenly stood from his chair only to be instantly held back by the more rational of his friends, though he did admittedly start this. Just then, the blissfully unaware maknae walked into the heavy dorm, the darkness in her blind spot not quite catching the closely diffused fight. Not questioning why the men were standing in such positions after turning around, she immediately ran over to hug the oldest, which seemed to relax the tension in his shoulders.]

SC : Hey princess, you wrapped up that photoshoot pretty quickly.

[As she rambled on about the day, Joshua saw the softness in the rapper's gaze, the light in them, and slowly realized why he had gotten so defensive...]

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Wow you made it to the end! Thank you so, so, so much for your support, I know I say this quite a bit but I truly appreciate it! I hope you enjoyed this and that I answered your question properly🩷