#and i can't get over that idea. it's so funny. it would go horribly wrong for victim and you know it.

[i3utterflyeffect]

Imagine if victim does try to go after Purple, but Purple is safe on the desktop at the time talking about the cg with c!Alan. They're searching the house and can't find Purple anywhere.

Wait I just realized as I'm writing this that if the house gets searched then the portal would be found. Not good I think. I mean, the mercs already know Mango's history with Minecraft, but finding the portal and it having a path to the animator's PC would be a problem.

i'm sorry but i imagined multiple scenarios to this and some of them are so funny. i don't know which one i should draw

in all seriousness though i think purple would probably unlink the portal, just in case King comes back home and becomes suspicious because he can hear Obnoxious Portal Noises in the basement, and i also feel like they would both be nervous enough that any ruckus would catch their attention, so Alan would be quick to slam dunk the mercs into the trash.

though it is funny to imagine the Mercs leaving behind Agent (since he's the primary tech guy) because he's busy and SURELY this isn't a computerside server. and it proceeds to be a computerside server.

or Victim going 'fuck this guy i'm going to go do it myself' and then proceeding to walk onto Alan's PC, take a look around, and immediately leave because Fuck That Shit, Absolutely Not, Nope, Not Today.

[moondirti]

sorry to the soft simon lovers but i am fixating on the idea of him being too abrasive for greater society. no, hear me out. he can't be normal after what he’s been through. after what he's done.

cw: dead dove. sadism. inferred sexism and stalking. punitive harassment. idk guys he's gross. 18+ MDNI

he's just a little too odd, grim, ugly, cruel, rude. he stares too long and makes jokes that strike the wrong chord in most. he's into things that are not as sexual as they are humiliating to his partners, and can not be satisfied by any relationship his therapist would deem as healthy. even physically, he's torn in all the wrong places. his scars aren’t rugged but almost painful to look at. his hands are huge and calloused and 60 grit sandpaper against soft skin. his nose is crooked. his hair is shorn short. he has a mean smile, watery eyes.

the one thing keeping him from being completely ostracised is the flag on his arm, the one he fights for. but it's like putting a tarp over some horrible, disfigured mess – you can still see the general shape of it underneath. most shrug it off as fine, go figure. you teach a soldier to kill and they cope by being killers. it's funny because simon's issues began way before he enlisted – he spoors it back to conception, when his father gave him a part of himself that can never be scoured clean. the military is just where he resides to conceal the stink of miasma he'll never rid of. piss over piss. putting a reason to the barbarity.

for a while, it's enough. he sticks to the corners. for all his sadism, he's not keen on subjecting the general public to his complications. he's smart enough to separate good from what makes him feel good. he only interacts with others like him – price, mostly, who's better at playing pretend but has issues that bury their roots just as deep. or maybe he's able to see simon for what he really is, and the novelty of not having to bite his tongue is enough to form a gossamer bridge of friendship. he sleeps with masochists who don't know what's good for them, all of them men (though it never pays when they're into what he's inflicting). in between missions, he'll disappear to his shitty apartment that he pays for in cash and drink himself to oblivion as he scrolls through a deprecating XXX site.

if he gets inebriated enough, he'll open up tinder and swipe through the birds advertising themselves, as if he were the holy arbitrator of what's attractive. safe because he made it so that no one would match with him; his profile is blank. no bio, no age. Riley as his first name and a picture of a shutterstock german shepherd because having one photo was a requirement.

the lifestyle probably exacerbates his problems.

maybe that's why he reaches a point of no return when he gets a text late one night. he doesn't give his number to anyone, so the only app it could be from–

your dog's cute. what's his name?

it's to his sloshed astonishment that someone swiped right on him. not even him, but a barebones, dodgy profile he curated to keep everyone at arms length when he chooses to indulge in his destructive habits. you're cute too, suspiciously darling and a whole open book – five pictures, a colourful description and your city of residence. you cannot be short of options, certainly not enough to drive you to a point of desperation, so there's no mistaking what this is.

you're setting up a little pet project. something to bat at like a cat does a ball of yarn, with no intention to commit or ever see him in real life. perhaps you chose him because there’s nowhere to go but up. or because his disinterest seems glaringly obvious, and a simple risk assessment told you that you wouldn't suffer an obsessive stalker if you ever chose to ghost him.

unfortunately for you, that couldn't be further from the truth. that simple question is enough to push him over the edge.

he's tired of holding back.

[boomboom-tanjiro2019]

Easy

PROLOGUE: EX! Reader X EX! Ace

Description: Angst, lots and lots of angst. Rich! reader. Whitebeard meddles in Ace's love life. Reader can be a piece of shit, but not always don't worry. Ace can't catch a break. Maybe smut eventually? Did I mention angst and heartbreak already? It's gonna be a lot of funny ridiculous over-the-top moments though, mostly. Angst but also ridiculous-extra stupid-shit. Reader does some wrong but so will Ace. HAPPY ENDING (No one dies and everyone gets what they need in the end)

(I decided to not continue my our beloved summer au because I wouldn't have had enough freedom due to the story already being set in stone, but I love the idea of an exes angsty romance so I decided to make another one that's kind of similar except more on par for the characters.)

5 years ago'

“Because… I hate you.” 

Three words for Ace’s worst fear to come true.

The worst part about it for you wasn’t even the look on his face, or his insistence for you to not end it.

It was because you didn’t even know why you did.

Why did you hate him? Why was that the first thing that came to your mind to say? Is it so he wouldn’t hold on? When did you start hating him?

It was easy.

It’s easier to convince yourself of a lie than it is to accept what’s right.

At least in this case it was.

You wish his eyes didn’t hold so much emotion, how you could see exactly how he was feeling. It was like he had gotten shot in the chest. It wasn’t a backstab, it wasn’t out of nowhere, you hadn’t betrayed him and waited till his guard was down. No, he knew it was going to happen, he just didn’t have time to prepare himself. If anything, it’d make it easier on the both of you.

His eyes held so much emotion, every feeling clear as day.

Maybe you could learn to hate that too, but maybe you already did. Yeah, yeah, you do, of course you do. It’s selfish to try and convince yourself and everyone around you that you are too good of a person to do so, or that he did something wrong to make you hate him. You just did. No rhyme or reason. Maybe he didn’t do anything wrong... but maybe you’re just horrible.

Sure, he’d probably hate you for all eternity, hitting him where he was weakest…But did it matter when you feel like you’ve been falling down a hole, trying to grab onto something, trying to delay the inevitable? You’d been falling so long, but the rope you were holding onto would snap any second now. Then where would you be? Falling with a broken rope because you tried to hold on, where would that get you? Then it’s all for nothing, you’ve done more damage than good. The rope would never help, it would only snap. Maybe that’s why you let go of the rope. Maybe you hate the rope because you knew it couldn’t help and you’d keep falling either way. It’s hard to hold onto something when you think it’ll all be for nothing. Anyway, it didn’t matter what the reason was, because that’s what you’d tell yourself.

You’d make up every reason, whether it was true or not, find everything about him despisable. 

Before you walked off, you made a point not to look at his eyes again.

Not because you’d hesitate. Not because you’d turn back. Not because if you took one glimpse at his warm, sad eyes you’d crumble and take back everything you said.

Because you hate his eyes.

He doesn't say anything as you walk away, he just lets you leave, and you weren't going to stick around long enough for him to change his mind.

"When love is supressed, hate takes its place."

-Havelock Ellis

[gimmeyourlovepls]

Jealousy

summary: you and the other Baudelaire siblings are on the Queequeg, and seeing Fiona all touchy feely with Klaus makes your blood boil. So, you write your feelings out, but you didn't know that he would read them.

a/n: hi! Was rewatching asoue and the ideas just exploded. Side note, normally you, the reader, at least in this one-shot, are very clingy to Klaus, always hugging him and holding his hand. Anyway, read!

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You sat on a chair, staring at Klaus and that girl that is currently too close to him. You wanted to push her away so badly, to hold Klaus and drag him away, but you weren't his girlfriend, and you probably never would be with the way he's falling for literally every girl who's not you, starting with Isadora and now Fiona. Getting up, you walked to the chambers that Fiona gave you to sleep and found your journal, right on top of your bed.

Before Uncle Monty's horrible death, you and him got pretty close and you told him about your love for writing, so he gave you one of his empty journals and told you to write every once in a while and come show him. You never got to show him a single one.

Picking up the pen that you always put on the notebook, you started to write angrily, your hand moving so fast the ink becam sligthly smudged.

Why is Klaus touching her so much, being touched by her so much? I should be the one clinging to him, okaying and helping him with his ideas, touching his arm, smiling at him, kissing him. The idea of Fiona and him makes me sick. Why should she and her stupid submarine come and steal Klaus away? But, if he really likes her, I'll go along, I'll smile when they say they're dating, giggle at every time she makes him flustered, and I'll cry at there wedding, although the tears will not be ones of joy. When they have their first kid, I'll hold them happily, smiling at how they have his eyes, his beautiful, shining, kind, intelligent eyes that I could lose myself in, and I have. And I'll cry myself to sleep every night, alone because I can't imagine myself with anyone else but him.

You finished writing, pen ink slightly staining your palms and fingertips. Reading over what you just wrote, a sense of dread and disgust filled you. How could you write this about another person? Without another thought, you ripped the page out, crumpling it and throwing it somewhere it would not be seen for hopefully a long time.

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Frowning, you were lost in your own mind, drowning in your thoughts as Violet talked about something to do with the machinery. "...what do you think, Y/N?" You look up, confused. "O-oh, yeah, sure!" She looked at you with a stange look. "I just asked you if you'd eat glue with apples? What's wrong Y/N?" Sighing, you sat up straight. "Nothing, just... do you think that Klaus likes Fiona?"

You saw the gears turning in her head before she smiled, and you immediatley regreted your question as she started speaking. "You like Klaus!" The way you looked away from her said everything she needed to know. "Y/N, you should tell him!" "Do you see the way he smiles around her? I don't stand a chance!" You frowned, thinking about Klaus and Fiona. Violet smiled kindly, taking your hands in hers. "I'm gonna be honest with you, my brother is not always the brightest when it comes to love. I think he'll accept you."

"Accept you for what?" You looked up quickly, and saw Klaus holding a book and a... crumpled piece of paper? Thankfully, Fiona wasn't around him for once. "Y/N has something she wants so ask you." You gave Violet a glare, but she just smirked and waited for you to speak. "I u-um, wanted to ask you... where Sunny is! Yeah, I n-need to see Sunny..." Klaus gave you a funny look, a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite decipher, and said, "She's just in the kitchen, helping out." Getting up quickly, you gave Klaus a kiss on the cheek as a thank you, and walked to the kitchen, still pondering what Violet said. You always gave him a hug or kiss on the cheek, but that one was different. You tried to convey all your feelings in it, even though he wouldn't be able to tell.

Taste testing Sunny's food will make you feel better.

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A whole bunch of stuff had happened in a suprisingly short amount of time, and long story short, you were about to escape Count Olaf for the umptenth time in the Queequeg with Sunny, Klaus and Violet, and Fiona was leaving to follow her brother, which was the hook-handed man who was an associate of Count Olaf. All the information was making your head spin, but you didn't need to focus on that right now.

Klaus was trying to convice Fiona to stay, and you honestly were not as happy as you thought she would be at her leave. As he grabbed her arm, she leaned in for a kiss, which you could see from a mile away, but what you weren't expecting, was for Klaus to turn his face, so it was only a kiss on the cheek. Fiona left, Klaus having a solemn look on his face.

As Violet powered on the submarine and you were putting down Sunny, Klaus took your arm and dragged you to an empty room. You looked up at him in confusion, gasping softly as he pushed you down on a chair in the room, and as you stared at his face, you still couldn't tell what he was feeling.

He took out a piece of paper, it slightly crumpled, but you could still see the writing, and as you squinted slightly, you realized it was yours. Oh crap.

"Y/N, do you know what this is?" He said, holding it in front of you. "A-a piece of paper?" You muttered soflty, not wanting to actually say what it was, even though you knew exactly what it was, and who wrote it. "Don't play dumb with me Y/N." Under his glare, your head fell down as you looked at a "very" interesting stain on the floor. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for anyone to see it, especially not you... I just wrote it while I was angry, it doesn't mean anything!" You rushed to explain yourself, still scared to look him in the eye.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you worked up the courage to look up at him. He was... smiling? Suddenly, laughter bubbled out of his chest, and he was giggling. Ok, what the hell?

"D-do you seriously think I would ditch you for a lady I just met?" He chuckled. "...maybe." He pulled you up into a hug. "Y/N, I have known you for almost my whole life. I could never. ...and I might have a slight crush on you as well." You grinned, blushing. Maybe your feelings weren't one-sided after all.

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a/n: when i tell u i hate this so much. ill just post it.

[cybertron-after-dark]

You should write beast wars, can I have some silly predacon headcanons?

I should absolutely write beast wars. Silly Predacon headcanons coming up

-Megatron talks battle strategy with his rubber duck all the time. He considers it his most trusted advisor because it's never said anything stupid and never tried to kill him. Honestly, he's tempted to think of the little dude as his only real friend.

-Speaking of Megatron, the man is a WHORE for a good bath bomb. Lush addiction, 100%. He has a whole hidden stock of bath bombs, bath salts, scented oils, candles, decorative soaps, scented metal polish and flower petals specifically for spoiling himself when he feels like hes completely surrounded by idiots. Which is often. Has he ever tried to eat one of the decorative soaps that look like baked goods? It doesn't count if it's the t rex hand.

-the reason skorponok occasionally reverts into caveman speak for some episodes is the writers couldn't figure out what to do with him he knows talking like that pisses off tarantulas and he thinks his annoyance is funny even though literally nobody else is amused by the bit.

-skorponok actually kind of misses dinobot because he made his job a lot easier. Constantly pitching ideas, suggesting battle strategies, pointing out flaws in plans. He was useful, even if he seemed to hate skorponok. He doesn't really know how to be a good second in command anymore because a crucial part of the dynamic is missing and he just can't adapt.

-waspinator is perfectly capable of speaking in normal grammar and not in the third person but he's been doing it since he joined in with Megatron and at this point he thinks he's in too deep to knock it off. He thinks it makes him sound cuter because it's actually an evolution of internet uwu speak. Memes get weirdly translated from earth to Cybertron and back.

-waspinator is actually really good at baking but he'll get blasted to bits a thousand times over before he lets anyone other than terrorsaur know because none of his other coworkers deserve to try his cupcakes (and also because he doesn't want to get "promoted" to kitchen slave). Dinobot knew, but he didn't snitch. Wasp never found out that Dinobot would occasionally snag a brownie, he always thought he just counted wrong.

-Terrorsaur is not above attempting to seduce a maximal but all his flirting attempts go horribly awry. If they don't outright reject him they just have no idea what he's getting at bc Predacon flirting is usually a lot different than maximal flirting so everyone thinks he's just kind of being a dick like usual. Dinobot knows exactly what is happening and ranges anywhere from amused to disgusted by the cross-faction fling attempts. The flying weasel clearly has no principles.

-Every couple weeks or so wasp and terrorsaur will get together to watch terrible movies over a bottle of highgrade and it always devolves into bitching about megatron. They tried inviting tarantulas a few times but he'd always make things Weird by bringing in slashers with really good special effects and proceeding to gush about how tasty the gore looks.

-Tarantulas knows what just about every living species in the known galaxy tastes like, organic, mechanical and everything in between. If it's made contact with Cybertron, chances are he's he's tried their flesh (or lack thereof). If it's at all possible, he wants to find out enough about the Vok to figure out how to capture, kill and eat one.

-Tarantulas also thinks rampage is a total poser when it comes to cannibalism. He doesn't even look like he's having fun with it. Barely any torturing or teasing beforehand, only dramatic monologues about fear and anguish. Bah! Amateur...

-Blackarachnia has a trash tv addiction. She doesn't know WHY the Darksyde's datatrax has every season of Keeping Up with the Kardashians and like 30 TLC produced shows, but she refuses to stop watching them. Tarantulas fucking hates it. She does not care and if he complains she will turn the volume higher.

-Blackarachnia has incredibly mixed feelings on the story Cinderella. On the one hand, it gives her a degree of hope. A girl reduced to a work slave for terrible people that gets to escape and live it up with a guy that lives her? Great conceptually, but she only got to get out of it because she was a good person and nice to everyone. Blackarachnia? Not quite so disgustingly sweet. She's a bad girl through and through. And evidently bad people don't get to escape bad situations. Oh well. She can always try to fake it til she makes it.

-Inferno has always secretly hoped that when the war is over, his Queen Megatron will settle down with him and repopulate the colony together. He has wildly saccharine domestic daydreams of being with his giant beloved lizardy queen and their 3000+ kids. He has accidentally let this slip around Megatron once, who proceeded to pointedly ignore what he just said.

-Terrorsaur and Blackarachnia got Inferno to watch Drag Race but upon hearing the contestants being called queen, he took it a bit too literally and interpreted the show as the sad, underwhelming way human queens settle disputes between their colonies instead of just fighting the proper way. Lame.

-Quickstrike is so so very sad he can't play video games. He wants to play GTA and cause excessive and wanton death and destruction, but his fucked up hands cannot hold the controller. He forsakes Primus for building him the way he did. He keeps trying to get tarantulas to make him a usable controller but he gets brushed off every time.

-Quickstrike has attempted to ride inferno in his beast mode into battle. It did not end well but for about a solid 18 seconds it looked metal as hell.

-Rampage actually really likes depth charge and wants to be friends sooooo bad but he doesn't know how to handle that in a healthy way so he keeps trying to get his attention by playing up the cannibalism thing and hoping they fight again. Honestly he just kind of likes depth charge holding him, even if it's in a chokehold.

-After losing transmutate, Rampage projected a lot of his grief onto waspinator, which lead to a very strange period of time on the ship where rampage would get very cuddly and protective of wasp, who was incredibly terrified of what would happen if he shoved the crab off. Usually accompanied by Rampage being Incredibly Sad.

-every month the preds have a game night. Usually a board game or card game with Megatron's house rules. Said house rules are specifically designed to make a fight break out for his amusement. These game nights typically end with at least three people in the r-chamber and somebody missing at least one limb.

[tcfactory]

ngl my secret favourite ship is lbh sqh and mbj. i just think it'd be really funny for them to fight over the bestest little servant in the world and said guy just thinks they're fighting for the right to skin him alive.

That's honestly amazing? Like, I would read that.

I'm trying to figure out how this could work with SVSSS!Bingmei and what I have so far is like.

Binghe gets out of the Abyss early, head full of static and Xin Mo and Shizun (does he hate Shizun? does he love him?? he doesn't know, nobody knows, but it's all Shizun and the world better fall in line and let him figure it out) and when he goes to kick Mobei-jun's door down so he can have a sidekick in his demon realm conquering (he wants to do it to prove something to Shizun... it's not clear to him what, but he's sure it was a good idea when he came up with it, Shizun always said he's his smartest student so this has to be The Smartest Idea Ever too) and Airplane is like

"Wait, stop right there, (You are not supposed to be here yet, System wtf, all right all right if we can change things now let's see if I can FIX THIS SHIT so we don't all have to live under an overly horny tyrant forever) that sword is cursed, it's bad for you, it will consume you, if you want to do this right you have to put it back where you found it."

And Xin Mo is whispering all about how Shang Qinghua is lying, but Mobei-jun is very insistent that his weird little peak lord guy Knows Things and Is (almost) Always Right About Relic Stuff so Binghe caves. All right, they will put Xin Mo back for like a week so weird little guy can see that Binghe is FINE and HEALTHY and THINKING ABSOLUTELY CLEARLY because Shizun taught him to always approach things from multiple angles to find the best course of action (it was, as you guessed, Shen Yuan trying to make Binghe think twice about turning him into a human stick. In the heat of the moment even a few seconds of hesitation can be life-saving, you know!)

But a few days after Xin Mo is removed from him his thoughts start to clear. His mood stabilizes. He realizes that he had a horrible low-key migraine all along without realizing and it's now gone. He's not as strong without Xin Mo - maybe not strong enough to take over the demon realm yet, actually - but he can feel the aftereffects of the sword. He thinks back on the plans he had while holding Xin Mo and blanches at them, because omg Shizun would disapprove so hard.

Not that Shizun's approval matters anymore. He pushed Binghe away. He regrets it, he mourned for Binghe, according to Shang-shishu, but that doesn't matter because Binghe is clear headed enough to realize that as a heavenly demon he can't go back. It was the correct thing to do, even if it hurt both of them. So he'd better get back on the training grind to make himself a life here in the demon realm so his Shizun can live the rest of his life in safety (oh that's what the conquering idea was about. in hindsight, he's really not sure he could have pulled it off, he has no idea how empires work). But now he has a fledgling king as a friend who can maybe set him up with a tutor or something so he can actually make that empire thing into a workable idea eventually.

Also, almost accidentally, he starts paying attention to Shang Qinghua, Mobei-jun's hypercompetent scared rat man of an underling, and realizing that Shang-shishu has Layers. Very interesting, kinda appealing layers. And he didn't have to speak up about Xin Mo but apparently cared enough that he did anyway so if Binghe maybe starts having a little crush, well Shang Qinghua is also very pro-demon so he's a much safer option to crush on than his Shizun. Mobei-jun seems rather territorial about him, despite doing his courting completely wrong, but that's fine, Binghe can work with this and charm Shang Qinghua into being his before Mobei-jun could. Shang Qinghua won't even know what hit him!

Meanwhile from Airplane's perspective it's a concerning development because he wrote Binghe, he wrote Binghe's go to forms of manipulation and courting and he can see them being directed at him, but can't for the life of him tell why. Is he still mad at him for telling him to throw Xin Mo away??

And the demon boys are getting territorial over SQH because LBH has like Young Demon Hormones or some shit which makes him act very combative and stupid around MBJ who he now sees as a romantic rival. SQH would love it if they would stop fighting in the middle of very breakable buildings please! What are they even arguing about this time??? He's so confused and a little bit scared and maybe more than a little hot around the collar because LBH and MBJ inevitably end up tearing each other's clothes during their scuffles and Airplane's gay little heart just can't take this. T_T

It's all such a clownshow from start to finish, as befitting these idiots.

[sunrisemill]

✮From the start✮ pt.3

Chris and y/n have always been inseparable, they’ve always relied on each other but what happens when one of them falls?

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.4 Finale

Chris’ pov

(2 months ago)

I toss and turn in my bed but can’t shake off this horrible feeling. She's been acting weird and distant lately, I feel like I don't know her anymore…are we still friends? The other day we were watching a movie on my couch, and she looked so sleepy. I couldn't help myself, I put my arm around her and the only way I could describe the look on her was pure horror. Did I do something wrong? Did I go too far? Did I smell or something? I groan into my pillow as those thoughts flood my brain. I have to talk to her. I rip the blanket off of my body and slowly sit up “Alright Grandpa. Do you need help with that?” I feel my lips curl up into a small smile at the memory. She never did give me a break, god forbid I'd let out the TINIEST noise bending over “You okay Grandpa?.” “Do I need to take you to the nursing home already?” Her voice rings through my head as I stand up, I glance over at the alarm clock on my bedside table, 12:22 it reads. God, I hope she’s awake. I can't go on like this anymore.

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“Y/n.” I whisper-shout as I stand below her window. I know she’s up cause she has her lamp on “I bet she’s blasting her music, that girl’s gonna go deaf.” I grumble to myself. I smirk as an idea comes to mind, I pick up a small pebble and throw it towards her window creating a small tap noise. “Oh, my precious Y/n. I cannot bear another second without your gracious company.” I say in the most dramatic tone I can come up with. Not long after that I hear the sound of a squeaky window being opened. “Now what the actual hell was that?” I grin as she pokes her head out of the window. God, she looks beautiful… “what? I thought you liked corny shit like that. You're always making me watch that cheesy ass rom-com, what was it now… 12 going on 22?” I ask in a teasing voice. Of course, I know it's 13 going on 30, how could I ever forget her favourite movie? I even watched it without her so I could memorize the wedding scene that she does not stop talking about. “Haha, Chris. You're so funny.” she replies with a PAINFULLY sarcastic tone. “Why are you here anyway?” I take in a deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you, could you maybe…come down here, my neck hurts.” I watch her let out a soft chuckle as she retreats her head back, she's gonna come outside and I'm gonna have to do one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. She can't hate me…can she? I mean, she could after this. Y/n hasn't always been the best at expressing her emotions or telling me how she feels, she just shuts down. My thoughts get interrupted by the sound of her back door sliding open. I don't know how she does it, she could be wearing a trash bag for all I care and she would still take my breath away. “Hey…” I whisper as my voice fails me. “Hi?” I watch as she hugs her body to shield herself from the cold. “I was just- I was wondering…are you okay?” Her body stiffens and I just think…oh shit. “I'm fine, Chris. Why wouldn't I be?” The coldness in her voice could send a chill down anyone’s spine “Y/n, I can tell when there’s something wrong. Why can’t you talk to me?  Im here for you.” I take a step toward her but she steps back. C'mon Y/n, don't do this to me. Let me in. Just talk to me. I silently plead to her as her face contorted into a look of annoyance. “I've told you a hundred times already. I am fine. Why can't you comprehend that I don't need a saviour. It's 1 am, go home and sleep like a normal person for once in your goddamn life.” My breath catches in my throat as her tone gets more and more cold as she speaks. What happened to the Y/n that I know? The one I fell in love with… “you know what…” I swallow as I feel tears brimming my eyes. “Im done dealing with this. I care about you but you couldn't give two shits even if you wanted to. Do you know what you are Y/n? A fucking coward! Oh, how dare somebody show even the littlest bit of concern for you. I bet you’ll just forget about me, You'll get a new best friend and fuck it up the same way cause you're too much of a pussy to confront your feelings. I tried helping you but you're hopeless.” I wipe away the tears that fell from my eyes and huff before storming off in a fit of rage. I slam the gate to her backyard behind me, leaving a shivering, startled Y/n behind. Even after all of that…I cant help but still love her.

(A/N: Omg this took so long to come out cause my laptop decided to break but I finally got it fixed YIPPEE!!!! I hope you'll like this cause I feel like I cooked with this. Don't ruin my confidence)

Tags: @guccifrog

[jessjad]

A very happy Halloween

Summary: Y/N friend takes her to a Halloweenparty. Not what she wanted to do this evening. And on top of it, she puts Y/N in a costume that's totally out of her comfort zone. But she would've never guessed how this night would end.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Warnings: Annoyance, some body insecuritys, typical Ben (yes, he get's his own warning), Smut: 18+ only!

Word count: 2247

A/N: I had this idea in mind because we all love this grumpy 'ol gramps very much. And I've read so many great storys in the last time. Especially @zepskies awesome little excursion into this world got me inspired. So, do yourself a favor and go check it out here. And since october is almost over and I looove october, the setting was really fitting to me. Like a little halloween treat for you guys. 😊 Let me know what you think.

Y/N had enough. This whole evening was not going as she had planed. Normally by now she would be laying on her couch with a cozy blanket, drinking a warm cider and watching some halloween classics on Netflix. A spooky evening at home, by herself. That's what she had invisioned and now her best friend Caroline had brought her to this lame party for "fun". But it was not fun, it was dragging.

The house was big and fancy. It looked like one of those somenone rich would inherit just for status purposes, but actually noone really stayed there. A lot of empty bedrooms and nothing more. Y/N wasn't quite sure how her friend even got invited to this, but here they were. And not just them, many other people too. Some of them seemd familiar, but Y/N couldn't quiet put her finger on it. Caroline had excused herself ten minutes after they arrived and was now sitting by the improvised bar with a guy in a sausage costume, making out.

Maybe Y/N should just leave. The music was horrible and she hated her own costume. Sitting on the couch alone for what felt like an eternity, it seemed like everyone was staring at her. She downed her drink and started to feel her anxiety fade a little, but Y/N still felt very out there and cought people looking. Coming to this party was basically a last minute thing, so there were not a lot of choices what she could've be wearing. And with Car leading this operation she had almost no say in this. Eventhough she tried, hard.

"I can't wear this, Car." Y/N protested after her first look at the costume her friend had brought with.

"Of course you can! It's THE best costume for you."

The brownhaired woman took it into her own hands and held it infront of Y/N.

"C'mon, Y/N. You love black!"

"But this..." Y/N gestured wildly to the piece of fabric infront of her. "... is a jumpsuit! I don't have the body to be wearing something like this."

"Of course you can! Your curves are just right for this. C'mon, try it on." Caroline hushed her into the bedroom.

"No, no, no, no. YOU have the right curves, Car. You look beautiful in almost everything you wear." And it was true. Y/N loved her friend and she was beautiful. Her Queen Maeve costume looked just right. "I have just a little to much from everything."

"No, you don't. Sometimes I wish I had a little more of you..." and Y/N saw in her friends eyes that she really meant it. "Now, stop trying to talk your way out of it. Get dressed."

The jumpsuit fitted but Y/N still didn't feel comfortable. "I'll have to peel myself completly out of it if I wanna use the bathroom."

"That's not a bad thing, if you don't have to do it yourself." Caroline giggled.

"That's not funny." but Y/N still had to smile. "I don't fell comfortable in this. Can I not just stay at home?"

"We're gonna have fun, Y/N. Why are you fighting this so much?" Car asked. "Is it because of Roy?"

"Caroline..." Y/n didn't wanna talk about her ex, but her friend knew what was actually wrong.

"Why do you still think about what that asshat had to say? He was wrong and did not deserve you. And now..." Caroline squeezed her arms and smiled. "...we will have a really fun night. Let's go."

But this wasn't fun at all. In the corner of her eye she saw a man approaching her. It wasn't the first time this evening, but she really didn't wanna have another weird encounter. Y/N stood up and was about to leave as the guy in the crappy Homelander costume caught up to her.

"Hey, hey... don't leave."

"I need to find my friend, so..." Y/N turned around, but the man grabbed her arm.

"C'mon, don't be like that. It seems like you need someone who can carry some weight and as you see... I'm Homelander. So, why not..."

"No." Y/N cut him off and freed her arm. This was really the worst she heard tonight.

"We're gonna have a really good time..." he made attempts to grab her arm again but didn't get far with it.

"I think she said no." a dark voice came from behind her.

Sighing internally Y/N turned around to face the other man the same way, but as soon as she laid eyes on him, her mind went blank. Tall, broad shoulders and a devilish grin on his handsome face.

"Are... are you really Soldier Boy?" Y/N full attention now on him.

"Ah, man! C'mon, I was making my move here." complained the poor man's Homelander behind them, but the Supe was quick to answer.

"Put your beardsplitter away and fuck off before I forget myself." The look he gave the other man left no room for a protest and seconds later they were alone.

"But to answer your question: Yes, I am." with a charming smile he gave Y/N his full attention now." But for you, it's Ben."

"Oh, wow. I mean... what are you doing here?"

"Looking for some fun... So, you wanna have a drink with me?" Ben was already heading to the bar, so very sure of himself that her hesitance irritated him a little.

"Wait, wait! Just... just to be clear." Y/N gleamed at him and he smiled. "You're really THE Supe?"

Ben saw the hopeful glance in her eyes and he puffed his chest out a little more. "The one and only, yeah."

"That means... you're just like all the others?"

Ben saw the shift in her eyes and it got him a little confused. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, I just know all to well how your kind is. Ruthless, brutal, not caring about us 'normal' people?" Y/N's tone got a little sharper and the awe in her eyes got replaced by a hard look.

"Hang on a minute..." Ben's brows furrowed, but the woman in front of him wasn't done.

"And now all of you don't even care anymore and kill in the middle of the street at broad daylight!"

"I didn't kill anyone!" Ben boomed over her outburst.

Y/N ignored it and kept talking. "You are all so self-assured, you feel like gods and think you are invulnerable. But I'm not falling for that! SO, why would I drink something with you? You didn't even care to ask for my name!"

"Y/N!"

Carolines voice called out for her and before she could respond, her friend was at her side, Mr. Sausage right behind her. Y/N wasn't sure if she was happy or sad about it.

"I was looking for you everywhere!"

"I didn't move in the last hour..." Y/N answered, but Caroline didn't seem to hear it. Ben on the other hand did.

"But I see you already have company. That's good. MIke and I thought it would be fun to have some shots together. C'mon! And your handsome stranger can join us if he wants."

"No, he does not..." Y/N stared hateful at the tall man, but he just grinned and flexed his hands infront of her.

"I would love to join. Or else I need to find somethings else to do."

There was no need for him to explain what that might be. The unspoken threat in his eyes was all it took for Y/N to swallow hard and keep her mouth shut. And within seconds Ben knew he had won.

"Well, that's something we definitely cannot let happen. Right, Y/N?" Car winked at her friend and gave Mr. Sausage a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Let's go." chimed Ben in and laid his arm around Y/N shoulders, but the grip his hand had on her upper arm was just hard enough for her to know that there was no escaping this.

"Why are you doing this?" Y/N whispered to Ben.

"Because it's fun, doll." And one look at his face showed Y/N just how much fun he had.

A moment later all four of them were standing at the bar, Ben's arm still securly around Y/N's shoulders. She should've been threatened by it, but in a weird way Y/N felt safe for the first time this evening. Maybe he influenced her mind in some way. After all nobody could really tell what all his powers contained.

"Okay...." Caroline announced and handed out for small glasses. "...now we let this party really getting started.

Four beers and many many shots later Y/N felt herself pressed against the door from the inside of an actually closed bedroom upstairs. Ben was keeping her level with his body whilst his hand roamed her curves and he sucked at the skin on her neck.

She had no idea how or when it happend, but at some point they started to have a really good time. The supe told entertaining storys and made all of them laugh. The alcohol did probably the rest and now here they were. Pressing against eachother and moaning into the other's ear.

"I can't believe this is really happennig." she panthed as she closed her legs around his waist.

"You should believe it, doll. I'm gonna make you feel so good."

His rough voice dripped with pleasure and Y/N's body started to shiver. Oh, she had no doubt about that. With her hands carding through his hair she tried to pull him impossibly closer. But when she heard fabric ripping, Y/N started to protest.

"No, Ben! Don't rip it! I need to wear it again in the morning."

"Don't worry, Y/N. I'll peel you out of it, bit by bit."

And that he did. It took a little time but eventually he had her infront of him, just in her underwear. Ben let go of her and walked back until his legs hit the mattress. He sat himself down and checked her out, from head to toe. That's when Y/N's mind cleared a little and she started to get nervous. In the jumpsuit her body was fitted snuckly but now, without the support of the fabric, she was reminded of her imperfect body and looked to the floor.

A zipper being opened pulled her eyes back to the man who was sitting on the bed. His stare was lustblown and he had freed his dick to pleasure himself as he watched her. With this sight her core started to clench around nothing.

"C'mere" Ben rasped and Y/N smiled at him.

"Only if it's fair." With a now leisure smile she pointed at herself and than at him.

Ben didn't respond. He only got up and within seconds his suit was laying on the floor. Y/N mouth gaped a little after he was standing before her in his naked glory. Hard muscles, a toned body and a cock that made her mouth water. Y/N knew it was wrong, so wrong, but in this moment she did not care. Ben was palming himself again as he beckoned her over to him and now she followed his order.

With a fast move Y/N found herself on the bed and Ben didn't waist any time to hover over her. His mouth searched hers again with a searing kiss that was raw, intense and just tongue and teeth. They both found their rhythm very fast and Ben explored every inch of Y/N's body. Her head started to swim with all these new sensations and when the supe found her mouth again, she could feel his dick pressing to her core.

"Hurry up!" she moaned and closed her legs around his waist again.

"So eager." Ben chuckled and dragged his cock through her wet folds. "All you women just learned how do open a bottle by yourself and now you're thinking you can order us men around."

"I'm just gonna ignore what you just said."

And with these last words thrusted Ben forward and buried himself in her soft heat. A deep moan escaped Y/N and she felt the slight burn. It was a tight fit and Ben gave her a moment to relax. His hand found her clit and he began to rub slow circles. They kissed again and when Y/N's first orgasm hit, she couldn't keep quiet. Ben observed her and he liked the way she came undone.

When Y/N slowly came down from her high Ben started to move. Slowly at first, but he picked up his speed shortly after. Her hands found his asscheeks and she knead them. She felt so incredibly full and her moans became louder again. The pressure inside of Y/N came back and Ben could sense it. He pushed his hands underneath her hips and lifted her a little.

"Oh god... you're so deep!" she gasped and her arms found their way around his neck.

In this new position it didn't take long for both to climp over the edge. Y/N fell first, even harder and more intense than before. Ben followed just a few seconds later and helt himself still balls deep insight her and spilled his seed to every last drop. The bliss that followed afterwards made her sigh in content. Y/N felt exhausted in a good way. Ben let himself fall beside her.

"I told you I'd make you feel good." he chuckled.

"Yeah, well... whatever." Y/N answered. "With all the alcohol we drank I probably won't remember anything in the morning."

A/N: Aaand, done. 🤭 What do we think? I actually feel this has potential for a miniseries. With some glimpses into Ben's mind, maybe? I mean, they could be an explosive mixture. 🤔

You can check it out here.

@lyarr24

[hell-drabbles]

Embittered Companion idea

While Ra-On is Solomon's descendant

Companion is God

Hear me out

God left Heaven after Solomon's death and either split himself up or reincarnated

So while in current timeline Ra-On represents Solomon

Companion represents God or at least a fragment or incarnation of him

Which is why Companion's angelification goes horribly wrong and why angels are so taken to Companion

I had this idea a while ago and thought it would be funny to play with

Especially since PB might go under so I wanna write my own lore

I know PB isn't ever gonna do this

But I enjoy the idea that later in game rather then Ra-On being both the demons and angels object of affection and the solution to everything

Ra-On meets someone or someone he knows (Minhyeok) who is the incarnation/fragment of God and thus this is what stops the whole war

PB won't ever do that though since Ra-On has to be the horny main focus in everything

Dante Anon

Strap yourself in, tis a long one!

In the end, the main focus is just to be horny, and I'm honestly okay with it that if it weren't for the narrative trying to be super uber serious. It wants to be comedic, but it always wants to try and do gut wrenching emotion, but you can't do that when the MC has barely known these devils for more than a month at most.

Would've done the horny aspect justice if the writers just leaned in hard on the comedy and basically have it be a dark humor comedy from start to finish. Angels slaughtering devils and suddenly there's a holiday and the devils and angels are celebrating and fucking one another.

Hmm? Oh yeah, I know this angel killed my brother but we patched him up fine! Besides, I wanted to see what he tastes like, don't ruin it for me.

In that dark comedy version, I probably would've had it where the war was only started for the sake of a promise. Solomon made the devils and angels promise to spoil their descendants rotten, so the angels and devils come together to craft this bitch huge scenario that's basically, "angel/devil war, descendants come and stop the war, huuuuge celebration!" the whole war was crafted to make the descendants feel special and they're pretty upfront about it too. "Yeah we know you humans like to feel really special, so you get to stop a whole war!" That kind of thing.

You know, that kind of humor.

Anyways, let's seeeee, how would I go about an AU where the Companion is somehow connected to God.

I'll go with the fragmentation portion and say that the Companion has that in them. An insignificant fragment that subconsciously always seeks out Solomon no matter where they are.

Both Ra-on and the Companion are in the realm of "special," but the difference between them is that, narrative wise, Ra-on is eventually going to lose what makes him special, as in Solomon is finally going to rest. Ra-on's special status is highly situational, only awakening as soon as he was in Hell or near an angel. And as for the Companion, well...

I would imagine that having a fragment of God in you is going to mess with you from birth until death. The Companion has always heard low whispers, prayers that sometimes spike in volume depending if a tragedy or a violent storm happened. Suffering from both visual and auditory hallucinations. They avoid churches like the plague because the whispering always gets louder near those places, and they constantly have an umbrella over their head because the clouds simply bother them.

I'd like to imagine that the fragment the Companion got ended up containing all of God's grief inside of it. Grief, regrets, all those things. Sleeping becomes an incredibly hard thing for them, because if they don't take their sleep medication, they always wake up feeling like someone else. For just a few minutes, the Companion doesn't remember their name. All they remember is someone named Solomon. And then they forget just a few moments later.

Minhyeok is such a sweetheart and you know he helps the Companion through those rough episodes when the prayers become too much, or when they're too enraged and need to let off some steam. Rage and bitterness, the Companion has a lot of it, but that's just the usual. And Ra-on... well, he used to help, but he's retreated into that shell of his.

Nothing really changes when Gabriel comes barging in and killing Minhyeok. If anything, the Companion was even more enraged so not only do they clock him in the eyes with glass and plates, they stomp on his nose and broke the damn thing.

So anyways, no the angels don't sense anything in the Companion, they're just a regular human.

Now, as for the angelification process... I would imagine that when they're reborn, Heaven began to shake. Clouds parted, houses crumbled and the sun shined with a ferocity like never before. For a moment, the angels believed that finally, finally their God is returning home to them.

And then everything goes back to normal. There is no God, and now they've got a damaged Heaven to repair. And oh, would you look at that, Gabriel brought home this... abomination. Isn't that the Companion that was with Solomon son? By this point, only Gabriel has a suspicion, everyone else is none the wiser.

The Companion has always had the fear that one day, these prayers would overtake their head and they would be unable to think. Now they're being pelted by hymns, prayers and vicious sermons of devotion as angels slaughter more and more devils. One can only imagine the absolute nightmare existence the Companion is living.

Now, a human looking like this messy Companion is entirely expected. The difference between the Companion and a regular human, though, is that a regular human would usually die within a matter of days. The Companion survives for weeks, months on end. And, in fact, their body is changing. Taking on a new form, adapting even, becoming more and more beautiful in Gabriel's eyes until finally he's one step away from confirming that yes, this is God.

The ability to make an angel.

Now, the Companion only has a fragment of God in them, as such the ability to make something out of nothing is wholly out of their realm of possibility. So, they can't make an angel out of thing air.

They can, however, make an angel out of the many wings they have on their back. The Companion's body is constantly changing, almost violently so. So much so that entire sections of wings fall off and regrow like nothing. And when the first set finally fell, a new angel was born from them.

The Companion can make new angels unconsciously, just by having a set of their own wings fall off.

Alright, I ran out of steam, that's about all that's in my head at the moment. Hope that was fun to read.

Obviously I would want these angels born from the Companions fallen wings to be... different from the average angel. Though I have no clue how to go about it. I really do like the thought though. Sounds like fun.

What kind of angels would you make for the Companion? How do they act, and how do they feel about their existence, about being crafted by a Companion who is... Not completely themselves? I'm really curious.

[noodyl-blasstal]

Super-ish

It's day 9 of @taznovembercelebration and I drew "superhero AU". Taako's speed dating to save the puppy orphans!

Read below or on Ao3 and find yesterday's prompt here.

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The bell clangs loudly and it can't come soon enough. It's a melody, a sweet symphony of horrible bell janglies because it means Taako gets to move on.

When Magnus told him there was a speed dating event to raise money for the puppy orphanage Taako definitely, 100%, absolutely told him it was a fucking stupid idea. He knows those words came out of his face, near certainly followed by 'what nerd's gonna show up to that?' Apparently him? Apparently he's the nerd that's gonna show up to it. He doesn't know how it happened, it's like he blacked out and woke up with at least twenty of the worst men in the city taking turns to talk at him.

Magnus looks so pleased with himself, he and Julia are holding hands, even when Magnus rings the bell. They keep looking at him expectantly every time too. He has to keep giving them a small head shake and destroying their dreams of finally pairing him off and getting to go on double dates. Taako's the perma third wheel baby, get used to it.

Honestly, Taako was sick of his single status, and maybe that was how Magnus wore him down. He tried at first, he did, but there were only so many times he could be talked at tonight. His most promising match so far seemed to be the spider magician. If he wasn't in a fucking cult he'd probably be a great bet, but the guy's deep in the sauce. Also, Taako and Brian?? Terrible. There's no mystery in it. What are they gonna portmanteau to? Taian? Braako? Bad. No way. Taako needs sophistication, he needs...

"Kravitz." Says the, admittedly handsome, dude he plunks himself down opposite. Something's gotta be wrong with him. He's wearing a three piece suit, a nice one, his tie has a tasteful skull pattern and Taako wanted to inspect his raven collar pin. He wanted to inspect a lot of things about Kravitz. Corporate goth with flair, most other people were in jeans and a t-shirt... or their spider magic uniform.

"So, what're you in for?" Taako asks. He's long given up on the suggested questions on the sheet. He doesn't know if he cares about this guy's job yet, or if he wants kids or likes sports.

"I'm here to find true love, obviously... Taako?" Kravitz glances at Taako's name badge and actually pronounces it right, suspect behaviour, if you ask him, along with taking this seriously.

Kravitz manages to hold his face in a sappy smile for a few moments before he cracks and laughs. "My friend bullied me into it. Bought me a ticket, drove me here with her wife. I've actually possibly been kidnapped - do you think I need to tell anyone?"

"Hmmm, are you having a bad time? I think it's only kidnap of you're not enjoying yourself."

"Then it's partial kidnap. I wasn't having a good time before , but I am now."

Okay, so he was funny too, funny and handsome, Taako likes funny and handsome. Taako can work with funny and handsome, especially if he keeps flirting.

"How about you? Why are you here?" Kravitz asks and leans in like he's interested in the answer.

"I have no idea. Not in a 'they knocked me out and put me in a trunk and now I'm here' way, more a 'my friend turned every ounce of his enthusiasm on me and I got caught in the tractor beam and now I'm here' way."

Kravitz nods sympathetically, like he understands, like the same thing could happen to anyone.

"That's him, over there, staring intently at us right now." Taako waggles his fingers at Magnus, who raises his eyebrows questioningly. "He's the most married man I know who isn't my brother in law."

"Gross." Says Kravitz happily and waves at Magnus too, probably giving him false hope. Magnus looks delighted.

"Anyway..." says Kravitz, "...down to business, if you could fly to the moon via any object and have one cheese as a snack, what would you choose?" Kravitz picks up his pen to take notes like he's taking this seriously, like he's considering Taako as a life partner. Wild.

But... the thing is, Taako likes to win.

"Unicorn." He replies immediately. "With two horns. If Taako's going to the moon he's gonna go in style."

"What's the unicor... Binicorn? called?" Okay, Kravitz is operating near his level, he knows how to play.

"Binicorn, thank you for respecting Garyl's identity. Now, cheesewise, cheesewise you got me because there's options, see, there's manchego because it's smooth and it's got the fun texture; but could cha'boy whip up a baked camembert with hot honey and garlic?"

Kravitz considers for a moment, then nods. "I'll allow it." He jots some things down on his black notepad with his silver ink pen. It was covered in tiny bats.

Taako admires the commitment to aesthetic theme. Taako also desperately, passionately, needs to know what he's writing. It'd better be "hottest man alive, great cheese opinions, 69/10"

"But the problem is, the problem is, that cave aged cheddar exists. It's got the bits."

"The mineral chunks!" Kravitz adds with enthusiasm.

"A man of taste I see!"

"I like to think so."

Kravitz sounds like he's flirting. Taako was probably flirting? He oozed it apparently, had no idea it was happening most of the time. People got angry about it sometimes, but you can't lead someone on if you don't know you're doing it.

"How about you, cheese and object?"

"Giant raven, mozzarella shreds straight out of the bag." Kravitz doesn't even look ashamed.

He's disgusting, he's perfect.

The bell rings, loud and unwelcome. It's far too soon, Magnus clearly fucked up the timings, but some guy is walking over here like he's planning to sit down?

"Keep it moving, kemosabe, this seat's taken."

Maybe he should have checked with Kravitz before engaging this plan, but he hasn't objected, so Taako's going to assume he's on board.

Magnus looks confused and gives the bell another jangle while looking straight at Taako - which means he misses the chaos it causes as everyone else stands up and rotates again. Julia tugs their conjoined hands and gently guides him away from ringing a third time.

"Nope." Taako doesn't even look round at the second guy. He's absolutely not budging, this is the first conversation even vaguely worth his time. Goth boy is his now, actually.

"Thank you." Kravitz looks relieved enough that Taako doesn't feel any guilt. "You're stuck with me now, you can't throw me back into the man pit."

"If you insist, but the man pit sounds intriguing."

"The man mines?"

"Yeah, okay, Taako doesn't do heavy labour."

"I bet you did while you were carrying all those prior conversations." Kravitz wiggles his eyebrows, dork.

"Speaking of which what's your shit superpower?" Taako asks. "I mean, you can tell Taako if you can stop time or whatever too, cha'boy isn't a snitch, but this is about the day to day powers." Taako kind of hopes he can stop time, honestly, then he doesn't have to worry about Magnus' bell ringing.

"I run the perfect bath every time." Kravitz barely hesitates, just has it ready to go.

"You know how you like your bath?" Taako's not convinced Kravitz understands the question.

"Oh, no, you misunderstand me, anyone, no matter who, I can run them the perfect bath." Kravitz looks totally confident. It's weirdly sexy. Maybe it has been too long since Taako dated...

"Run many baths for strangers, have you?"

Kravitz winces slightly, oh, now Taako's intrigued.

"There was this whole thing in college." Kravitz begins.

This sounds like it's going to get unhinged. Taako needs to know this story right now immediately. He rests his chin on his hand and may or may not flutter his eyelashes a little, no one can prove anything one way or another.

Kravitz looks like he's running sums in his head, big ones, difficult ones, with scary number teeth.

"You can't dangle something like that and then stop!" Taako needs to hear.

"It... well... when I..." Kravitz starts, then seems to find his feet. "Sloane, my married friend, off of kidnapping me fame."

Taako nods to show he follows.

"We went to college together, in Goldcliff."

Taako winces.

"Yeah, exactly. We were full ride scholarships, but most people were so posh and so rich and so unaware. The cost of everything there was ridiculous - so we needed money."

It's a shame Kravitz isn't loaded, but at least he's not saddled with college debt and was smart enough for someone to give him money about it.

"I ran Sloane a bath one time after she had a hellish shift at the roller skate diner and I guess she mentioned offhand that I ran the perfect bath because Johann asked if I'd do one for him and he was a friend so I did and he loved it." There's definitely pride in his tone. This is incredible, Taako wants to study him. Lup's gonna get a kick out of this.

"Sloane thought it was the perfect rich people nonsense magnet - pay 40 quid for the perfect bath. Pocket change to them, a week of food for us."

Taako nods as if this is a reasonable plan, a completely normal thing to do with one's time. "Bath consultant, right, of course."

"Oh, no, no no Taako, there's no consultation, I just do it. Wham, bam, perfect bath every time. It was weird enough that they'd pay it to test it out, and then they'd tell their friends and their friends would test it out. Snowballing. Bathballing." Kravitz looks so earnest, so keen for Taako to understand the magnitude of his powers.

"You bathballed your way through college?" Taako adores this man. He's going to pick him up so carefully, take him home and put him in a special box and just look at him.

Kravitz nods. "What can I say? I'm talented."

He looks so self confident, so pleased with himself, Taako's probably being goaded right now... But, but...

"What kind of bath do I like?"

"I can't tell you."

"Is it illegal?"

"I can't describe the perfect bath, and if I tried you might do something that gives me an indication of what you like which is cheating. I don't need to cheat. I have to just do it."

Okay, Taako's in. "What're you doing after this, handsome?"

"Running you a bath?"

"You can run us both a bath, if you'd like."

Kravitz's smile is wide, but he pretends to take a second to consider anyway. "Hmmm... What's your shit power? You'll need to show me yours if I show you mine."

Taako laughs lightly. "You're never going to believe this, Kraveroo, but cha'boy makes the perfect breakfast. Whatever you're craving in the morning will be what Taako already decided to make."

"I can't wait."

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I hope you enjoyed! Want to read more? Find the next prompt here.

[moreespressoformydepresso]

I have been thinking about the au where the mentors possessiveness over their tribute save them so I got an idea on that by making the mentors possessiveness over their tribute more visible where they start arguing with each other Infront of the tributes about it maybe it's between pup and Persephone going: no lamina is the one who deserves to go home she's a lot more kind and better than the other tributes

Persephone: no mizzen is the one who deserves to win he's too young and has a full life ahead of him

And it's what gets the tributes angry And stop the argument by calling out how hypocritical both of them are being and how all the tributes are children who don't deserve to die and lamina and mizzen talk about how much coral and treech mean to them and that they too deserve to go home, none of the tributes deserve to die they are all just kids and a repeated pattern of this continues until the mentors get the idea

I feel like this could work even better if the mentors came to the conclusion that all the kids deserve to live by themselves? Just by virtue of realizing their friends care just as deeply about their tributes as they do about their own and slowly starting to see the way the tributes care about each other too because they're now paying more attention to tributes that aren't theirs. Don't get me wrong I love angry tributes and a few of them will definitely get pissed, I think it would be especially great for Lamina and Mizzen to get angry (because I see Lamina as overall emotional in every way, not just sad crying, and Mizzen is a kid so of course he'll be a little more open with his feelings), but in my head characters like Treech and Panlo would be more... defeated than anything else. Sure, there's resentment bubbling under their skin, pain and suffering and fear, but above all there's hopelessness. This knowledge that whatever they could try to do is futile because despite the Capitol's arrogance they're right about one thing: The kids can't escape. Not because they're not smart enough to though, like the Capitol thinks, but because they're a bunch of starved children in a zoo enclosure with guns pointed at them 24/7.

Anger can have impact, but I feel like absence of outward anger could be just as telling. So while some kids get mad, others... don't. They don't have the energy to. Lamina angrily comes to Treech's defence to Pup, and when Pup sees the way Vipsania seems to genuinely care for the boy despite using him like a tool and starving him for her own gain just days prior he realizes the truth and feels horrible for how mean he's been to Treech (both mentally and vocally). He expects the kid to blow up at him the way Lamina had, perhaps even more agressively so since Lamina is so sweet and gentle, but Treech just smiles at him awkwardly and tells him it's fine. His shoulders are obviously tense and he looks nervous, even a little wary and he clearly doesn't believe that Pup's being genuine in any way, but despite that he doesn't make a fuss at all. When Pup presses him, Treech just shrugs.

"But- I was horrible to you. Aren't you mad at me or something?"

"Mad?" Treech laughed humorlessly. Empty. "Of course I'm mad. But what's the point? It's not gonna change..." He gestured around the zoo vaguely. "This, is it? I-" He hesitated, shrinking in on himself slightly. "I'm just so tired... But it's fine, it's not like my feelings matter," he grimaced. "I'm going to die in a few days anyway."

And I feel like that attitude would be even more of a slap to the face for the Capitol if it comes right after anger. Seeing that these kids have been broken so badly by these so-called 'superior beings' that they don't even have the energy to let their resentment show... I don't know, I just love to explore the different reactions people have to hard situations and this is one of them.

Also wouldn't it be so funny if Harrington Sr witnessed this reaction and saw the youngest peacekeepers under his command during the rebellion in Treech? Especially when he says he's tired. Now that would be interesting to explore, especially given I have several fix-it AU's (and Even-More-Painful-Than-Canon AU's) where Pup and Treech are a couple (in the making).

Maybe I should post that fix-it HarringTreech + VipsaMina AU that's been collecting dust in my drafts for months now...

[irrealisms]

and by way of honoring the things we once both held dear liner notes

fic here if you haven't read it!

the Pants Party was one of the first ideas kelardry and i had for pmmm au--back in, like, last october or so--of… in minecraft, not wearing full armor is a major combat disadvantage. in pmmm, not transforming is a major combat disadvantage. magical girl outfits are all skirts and dresses. therefore: pants party. or the PP, for short. they would think this was funny.

one of the main Points of this fic is something i've been turning over in my head for a while, and that's NPPP + 3ht parallels. they're both teams based around intentionally disadvantaging yourself. bacon saying "if they kill me then everyone's gonna call them broke. because when you're at four hearts it's definitely a disadvantage in some ways, but it's nice because-- who's gonna kill you? like, if they kill you they're just a bad person, you know?" & parrot saying "you can kill us however many times you want, but killing someone with no pants on is embarrassing. it shows nothing but your desire to only fight the weak."

and specifically ... parrot says that there were two options, on the NPPP. either you put on pants or you start exploiting. and either way you're not weak anymore. and he's sort of right but he's also sort of wrong. 3ht shows that that's wrong, in the wormhole, with planet on three hearts, bacon unstacking his totems. there is a third option: you can stick with your team until it kills you. you can stay weak and die for it. i did check pmmm to make sure this was canon-accurate but also: planet's dead body is wearing pants because, ultimately, she's more of a symbol of the Pants Party/NPPP spirit than either parrot or spoke at this point. she stayed weak. and, also, the NPPP spirit is dead, both because they all gave up on it & bc if you stay weak you die. spoke and parrot end the fic transformed. planetlord doesn't.

some canon stuff i wanted to include in the fic but didn't quite work in: the fact that spoke shows the control room to everyone because he respects that planet stayed on 3 hearts (that planet stuck by the disadvantage in his team name!). the fact that spoke fed parrot totems and gear throughout the wormhole. the fact that parrot helped spoke stage the dupe war.

another main Point of the fic is just ... looking at planet's death ban at the end of s4, in a setting where the server doesn't immediately end and restart. in a setting where planet is just ... dead, and everyone has to grieve that. the vision of this 13-year-old girl, dead on the pavement, because of what spoke did, and parrot can't bring herself to kill spoke but-- something is irrevocably broken, with that. there's no going back. planetlord is dead, in a world where that can't get reversed, in a world where that means something.

relatedly: the fact that in PMMM au they're all 13-15. this is so important to me and also i think it captures something important about lifesteal to me which is that they're all...very young? obviously PMMM au is younger than canon but it's also higher-stakes than canon in some ways. the dissonance between "these are people who are destroying worlds" and "this is a teenager who thinks naming something 'poopies' is the height of humor" was something i really wanted to draw out, esp in this setting where death is real and widespread destruction kills people. in PMMM au they are doing horrible things and also they are all so fucking tiny. planet and spoke are both 13/seventh graders; parrot is 14/an eighth grader. they're middle schoolers! they're middle schoolers. i sprinkle this in throughout bc it's so crushing to me to imagine.

bonus fact: i have ages, wishes, outfits, and general storyline mapped out for, like......12 different characters. i have a vision for basically all of s4 in this au. almost everything that happened in s4 has a pmmm au equivalent. it's fun. if i were to write anything else in this au it'd proooobably be mapicc & zam--i have a lot of specific mental images there. check out this pmmm zam i commissioned i love her so dearly

i did fudge spoke's wish for this fic though. in the broader au it's actually vitalasy that can grant second wishes/contract girls without involving kyubey, and spoke and ash did Some Bullshit with that. but vitalasy is so very a witch by this point in the timeline & i thought it'd be fun if parrot had the same "i could cheat and kill spoke here with her own exploits" dilemma that canon parrot had.

you dupe witches by taking a familiar out of the witch you're killing, keeping it alive, and then feeding it humans until it becomes juuuust large enough that it's a witch of its own and will drop its own grief seed. rinse and repeat. this is horrendously unethical but it CAN get you a ridiculous number of grief seeds quicker and more easily than fighting witches normally! i love lifestealers.

i'm proud of the line "She can’t walk forward without stepping over Planetlord’s corpse." . it is up there with planetlord wearing pants in terms of Blatantly Symbolic Imagery.

the title comes from Unmasked! by the Mountain Goats. in general i really like Beat the Champ + Lifesteal. something about the showmanship of it all. as far as Unmasked! specifically ... there's something about finales and losing your secrets and, worse, losing your gimmick. about parrot's triple agenting and spoke's social engineering. about knowing each other and fighting each other and saying goodbye.

[pep-the-artemis]

*ominous piano music playing in the background*

young J - *doing manor cleaning as instructed*

young N and V - *pretending to clean as to not get punished*

Cyn - *just vibing, most likely eating something she really shouldn't be*

young J - you know, you three could actually be doing work.

young V - *holding a feather duster*what do you mean, we are doing work? (:

young J - What's the thing your holding?

young V - ...a cat toy? (:

young J - look, its in all our best interests that all four *looks over at Cyn* all three of us to actually work together to keep this place clean!

young N - couldn't we like, just lie and if Tessa's folk ask why a room is messy we make up an excuse like "no Miss Elliot, we did clean this room but then a massive portal opened up and made it all messy again?! Look, we're as shocked as you are".

young J - ...a massive portal... opening up... making a room dirty?! That's gotta be the dumbest thing you've ever said

*SUDDENLY, A MASSIVE PORTAL OPENS UP IN THE ROOM THROWING EVERYTHING ONTO THE FLOOR, FILLING THE ROOM WITH SNOW AND DUST. From the portal, three shoaled individuals emerge.*

J - *throwing of her shoal* there's no time to explain. We are from the future!

young J - OH MY ROBO-LORD, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY? YOUR LEGS?!!

J - oh, yeah, you see there was this landmine and

young J - A LANDMINE?!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN A LANDMINE?!

V - *throwing of her shoal* ok, I feel like your focusing too much on the wrong details so lets reiterate, we are from the future!

young J - WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LEGS?!!

V - ok, you see there was this second landmine.

young J - A SECOND LANDMINE?! ARE THERE JUST LIKE A WHOLE BUNCH OF LANDMINES LYING AROUND IN THE FUTURE?!

N - *throwing of his shoal* Look, I think we should all take a moment to catch our breaths and just start this conversation again from the beginning. We could even put our shoals back on and step back through the portal if you'd like.

young J - WHY ARE HIS LEGS NORMAL?!

V - ok, so there was a third landmine but SOMEONE was unwilling to step on it.

N -Why would I step on a landmine?!

V - because it would have been funny?

N - maybe to you?! Standing on a landmine sounds like a horrible experience... like I can't imagine anything worse to be horrifically disfigured permanently

V and J - (:

N - *sweating*...and I don't think black prosthetics really fit my style, not that that's a bad thing of course, his to there own I always say. hahaHA *on the edge of tears*

Uzi - ughh *throwing of her shoal*

young N - darkxwolf17?!

Uzi - not questioning the ramifications of you knowing that. We need to focus, no more distractions.

N - hey wheres Tessa?

young N - she's currently having piano lessons.

Uzi - please stop. V.

V - yes

Uzi - NO! The other V!

young V - oh me? Wait, what do you want from me?!

Uzi - what is your glasses prescription?

young V - +4.96... why?

Uzi - ughh, bite me, you see someone (not mentioning names), accidentally broke there only pair of glasses and FORGOT there specific prescription so we couldn't just buy a new one.

young J - you came all the way here for that? That was your urgent, no time to waste problem?!

J - hey, it was Uzi's idea to say that, don't look at me

Uzi - it's just something you say after time traveling get used to it. Wait, who's that?

young N - *picking up Cyn* oh, this is Cyn, my little sister. Say hi Cyn... she's a little shy don't mind her.

Uzi - Cyn! C-Y-N ... that Cyn?! *turning to V* is this really the person you've been mistaking me for all this time?!

V - Don't blaim me, its not my fault all short people look the same.

N - welp, I think its best we get going.

young J - so you're just going to leave us with all this mess?!

Uzi - yeah, good luck with that.

N - yeah, sorry about that... *looking around* yeah this is real bad isn't it, if Tessa's folks found out they'd kill you for sure.

*long pause*

young V - wait, wouldn't that create a paradox?

N - almost certainly.

young V - oh

*young N,V,J look around at each other before walking out of the room*

N - wait, where you going?!

young J - that whole paradox stuff sounds rough and very painful but also not our problem, have fun though.

*Uzi follows the group out of the room*

J - where do you think you're going?!

Uzi - my life's not a risk of paradox torture. Gonna try and find out if your childhoods were as really bad as you made it out to be.

*long pause*

V - you really had to open your mouth, didn't you.

[llitchilitchi]

This might be a lot to ask, but do you have, like, a monarchy restoration timeline? A general outline? Your comics are just always so cool.

okay I'm gonna fully reveal myself here - there was never any proper outline

one of the great things about working in a snippet format, with relaying the story out of order through in medias res comics or single pieces, there was never any pressure to make a fully canonical order of events or space things out. I could add things if I felt like they missed somewhere, hell, the whole romantic aspect of DNF can be ignored if you are not into it. I was influenced by a lot of other AUs of the time, like guard dog or aeri's revive book!Dream au, where things were vague and canon could change if people wanted it to change in a way

the overall idea for the first arc, though, was gonna be approximately this:

- Dream is taken to Kinoko and recovers for an unspecified amount of time - George and Sapnap start fighting over his presence and they realise that something is wrong. both try to ignore it and come up with different justifications for why it's okay to treat Dream the way they do - sometime after Dream's recovery, Karl returns from his time travel journey. Sapnap, worried about Karl possibly turning Dream in, tries to ease Karl into knowing about Dream's presence and finds out Karl doesn't remember Dream At All except for some early days minor conflicts. Sapnap then proceeds to lie to him and manipulate him into helping keep Dream safe - all the while, there is a search for Dream ongoing in the mainlands. Sapnap joins it to keep up appearances and works with Punz - Dream struggles trying to pull himself together while being constantly surveilled by George and Sapnap. he can't exactly go with his plan while they are around, he doesn't fully trust them after everything that happened. cue angst and arguing and everyone being absolutely horrible to each other - things get worse as things go on because the tensions are high and everyone is anxious. Dream, desperate to get Sapnap to listen, snaps about how he has no idea what he could even do to get Sapnap to listen to him at all. Sapnap tells him he might start by returning the crown to George. through Sapnap's pressure and George's much gentler but much more manipulative prodding, he gives in - predictably enough things are still not great but Sapnap gives Dream the benefit of doubt and listens to what he has to say - that eventually leaves to Dream revealing more and more about the prison and in the end revealing more secrets from the revive book as the Dream Team finally start pulling themselves back together

and that would be the end of the first arc! which would be marked by Sapnap revealing the death book to Dream and saying that he wants to make up for all the things he did to Dream while he was in Kinoko!

there were of course some side stories, like Dream and Tina becoming friends as was hinted at in one of the comics, or Niki finding out about Dream staying in Kinoko and reporting to the Syndicate, prompting Techno to come investigate (he knew about Dream being there but since Niki insisted he decided to come talk to the homeless teletubby. it was gonna be part funny part genuine and wholesome.) then, of course, there was the whole Karl plot, and the Punz plot, and a little bit more of DreamXD meddling and trying to get George's attention all for himself.

there were also plans for a second arc to the story that I have only few vague plans for. like Dream confronting Sam, Bad and Ant at some point about his treatment. (Sam was going to lose all his canon lives one at a time to each member of the Dream Team, actually :D) as one of my old sketches suggests, there would be a confrontation with Quackity, in which Sapnap would stand in between Q and Dream and take Dream's side in the conflict. Dream was going to revive Ranboo and there was going to be a full Endersmile Worked Together The Whole Time thing. also a Dream and Foolish allyship. somewhere.

I wanted to involve a whole lot more characters and I was always reminded of Someone by people in the tags/asks that I forgot about - these tags and asks helped shape a lot of the story

the second arc is a lot more Vague Nothing than the first one so I can't really add much lol

[opinated-user]

LO did NOT just receive a message from a blank tumblr claiming to be a mother to a 16 year old kid apologizing to her for her child's "obessive hatred over LO".... *facepalm* This is literally the "I received a message from a father who says his kids are in a incestous relationship and asked my opinion on what to do about it." That's just WAY too elebrate a narrative. A mom makes a tumblr just to send a message to LO, or any tumblr personality for that matter, because their kid is being mean to them???? Nah, smells like fish to me.

oh no, anon, you don't understand. this is absolutely one of the funniest thing that LO could do. if it wasn't because LO gave such a long and obviously crafted response, i'd even believe this is a random troll just messing around because it's that good. LO has never been funnier in her life. this, anon, this is quality nonsense. you have to appreciate it how utterly out of this world someone needs to be in order to do this and think no one will think weird about it. that's a great joke on itself. read how this "concered mother" is so very obviously southern and utterly polite. read how the mother tries to assure that her son "is a really sweet boy". read about how she's "concered" that her sweet baby boy is going to find a "problematic" person to hate online and this is bad, awful, horrible, because he might start blaming everything wrong on his life on this person. he hasn't done it. but he might someday, so the best course of action is to go to tumblr itself and make sure if that person is truly problematic. by asking that person directly. and obviously, everyone would admit point black to being a predator who has molested their siblings for years, catfished a friend, sexually abuse people, groomed a minor, etc, etc, right? right? that's a very smart thing to assume, right? so obviously, as a very reasonable, very maam, this woman is going to directly ask to the people accused of these acts if they're true instead of looking at any of the evidence. just read again how apologetic this woman is to someone she has no idea why people keep calling a predator. no, anon. this is gold. this up there with the kind of absolute nonsense that the whole "i was stalked by a online harasser and i drop kick him in front of my house in the street, i receive a concussion too but no medical assistance required, thank you" saga was. the cancer history can't compare. it's even funnier than the "concerned" father because that was just one random anon that maybe, if you really wanted to, could believe came from someone else. in this ocassion, LO made that account. she actually went through the trouble of making it. the answer of LO too is so funny. first of all, i need to ask: what does "minor therapy" even means? do they come in categories now? there's a "high therapy" that you only get once you have grind enough, i wonder. "reinforcing that he needs to do something else with his time" is so extremely vague that you might as well said "the solution to your problem is to solve it", but somehow making it this big declaration that is supposed to be the biggest help you can get on that situation.

she's treating this reply as it were this big moment of her declaring the truth of the matter... while addressing actually nothing at all. if you were a real mother who thinks your son is following someone that people are calling a predator... well, the first question is obviously why would you write that "predator" at all. but then the other question would be, is that actually a good reply? there's no screenshots, there's no archives, there's no proof of anything of what LO's saying. this is literally just "source: trust me" and it's meant to be taken seriously. LO has found LO innocent of all charges, as LO has declared. she thinks this is going to assure people that she's innocent. that's amazing. that's a great joke. the funniest joke that LO has never made in her entire career. i literally can't stop laughing just imagining LO doing all of this and thinking to herself "take that, Brittanies! now you won't ever doubt the harm you cause! even though i actually completely failed into portraying any real harm done, but nevermind that! take that!"

even in the case that this was a real person who saw her son's entire internet history and somehow felt necesary to make a tumblr blog just so she could message a youtuber out of the blue, LO's answer would mean nothing. if i was a parent, this reply alone would set a new field of red flags everywhere. and that's why it's so funny that LO still has this account pretending to be grateful for receiving what is essentially a big sandwich of nothing.

[pocketramblr]

I'm thinking about writing a birthday gift for Manual in December. Do you have any Dad for Manual ideas? Thank you, my birthday series muse!

It was really fun to make Manual and Kota poor unfortunate dfobros, but of course there are other fun variations on what happens when you hit Manual with the dfostick:

The "normal" hero a front he puts up while in hiding from his father, using a weak quirk and generally hiding what he looks like from mudkip helmet to bright boots, no one's looking at his actual face or remembering his name, and no villains dangerous enough to have connections to his father bother with him. One would have to figure out how he escaped to begin with, but if he's got other quirks he's hiding, or he used some more powerful water bending type stuff, it's very possible.

Or, the normalcy could be a tool to keep his father from being interested in him at all- he wants to play demon lord after all, and if Manual is too boring to play either the evil heir or the defiant relative to prove wrong, then he isn't interesting enough to even vault. (Similar to the Ibara strategy of "just don't give AfO anything to work with", it can be tricky for most characters to pull this off. But it is funny to think about AfO trying to figure out if it's a problem his son is a hero when just... "*AfO sigh* he's a mid hero. Barely one. There'd be no fun dragging him back to the dark side. I think he puts more effort into his garden than he does uh anything heroes do. What do heroes do again? Fight? Provide narrative foils? Try to be on every single cereal box in the country? Yeah he didn't even have a sponsor.")

Or, perhaps it's even rebellion- maybe his son was supposed to be a hero mole, and given a quirk to get him to do that, but Manual doesn't want to and so simply does a bad job at it. He didn't go to a hero school prestigious enough to get much info from. He works alone at his agency and can't even draw in good quirks because no one accepts his internship offers. He barely uses a quirk that should be able to control something found in literally every single person, on a planet mostly covered in the stuff. He's like the opposite of Dabi, but luckily AfO never realizes how it doesn't exactly line up that his son somehow has connections getting him invited to the same parties and investigations as top ten heroes, how he can pick out threats so quickly and efficiently, while somehow never having enough cases logged to get a higher rank, or slip AfO any useful info... [Is AfO annoyed by his son's lacking usefulness, but lets it happen because it makes him smug to think it's proof that his family is all horrible at heroics, somehow proving him right over his brother? Does he not care as long as his son seems obedient? Or does he just think his son is so young, still only in his twenties, his beloved relative is doing great and he won't hear any slander? Could be anything lol depends on how funny you want AfO to be]

All of these involve a ruse, but that's par for the course for dfo victims lol.