#and i shouldn't have to tell u about what i have survived for you to be okay with that.

[morverenmaybewrites]

Hiya! First of all your blog’s interface is so cute i’m rolling on the floorrrrrrr

Second of all your writing is absolutely amazing, i’ve just finished reading “the pizza delivery girl’s survival guide to gotham city” and lemme tell u i can’t wait for the next chapter cause absolute gold-

I wanted to ask what your thoughts are on Jason and day-to-day life outside of costume. Like, dude HAS to go outside as himself at least every once in a while, out of pure necessity. How do you think he goes on about it?

Aw, thank you, I'm glad you like my blog interface and my fic. I think it depends on how much he's progressed in processing his trauma, to be honest!

I imagine when he first moved back in Gotham, he avoided going out as much as possible, for a multitude of reasons. First, because he was still reeling emotionally from Bruce enacting project Knightfall (aka faking his own death), he was recovering from the injuries he sustained during the events of Arkham Knight (and of course, the injuries he got from the Joker). Most importantly, he is adjusting to living in a city he once hated enough to want to destroy.

I feel like those first few weeks were painful for him. Every place is filled memories, and while not all of them are bad memories, they often feel too painful to revisit. He likely spent most of his time cooped up in a safehouse (which was established as something he makes no effort to make comfortable), only going out when he absolutely had to. Interacting with the city and its people as little as possible. While I don't think the Joker ever meant him to survive his torture, the amount of scars and physical injuries he bears means that a lot of his interactions bring a lot of (misplaced) guilt and shame. Did that shopkeep spend too long looking at his face, his scar? Maybe he'll pass by some hole-in-the-wall shop and remember that he and Dick and Barbara would cool down there after patrols. The ramen, he'll think, is surprisingly good. The owner is a smiling, heavyset man who insists that they never pay for their meals. Maybe he'll even take a single step toward the shop, only to remember that the scars on his hands make it so it's hard to hold cutlery without shaking. That there are days when it's physically painful to eat. And he'll shake his head and walk away.

But I think the more he interacts with PG in the story and the more he fixes his relationship with his family, the more he'll be able to interact with Gotham City. Maybe going to the grocery won't be treated like a military supply run. Maybe he'll look up from his carefully-curated list and realize a type of candy Barbara used to be obsessed with is back in stock now. Maybe he'll put it in his cart, and for the first time in a while, he doesn't have to think about what he did to her as the Arkham Knight. One day, he'll wake up before his alarm and remember that you used to talk about watching the sun rise over Gotham Bay. He'll take a long walk along the shoreline and watch the way the sky turns into soft shades of pink and orange, and he'll be surprised at the realization that there are still beautiful things in Gotham. Maybe your face will flash in his mind, and he'll think that perhaps he shouldn't be so surprised, after all. Maybe one day, after a long night of patrol, he'll pass by the ramen shop again and this time, he decides to stay. The only thing that has changed is the owner, who's gained weight and a few gray hairs, but his smile is still the same. He'll bring Jason's order without asking, and he'll insist that he doesn't have to pay for it. Eating doesn't hurt as much as he feared. In fact, some days, he can move his hands without feeling pain. This is one of the good days. Maybe on that good day, he'll be surprised to find that the ramen is still good. That he can think of the days he used to stay here with his family after patrols, exchanging combat tips and juicy bits of gossip. And this time, he's able to smile.

[inkskinned]

hey btw if you're in the USA at  2:20 p.m. ET on Wednesday, Oct. 4, they're testing the emergency broadcast system. your phone is probably going to make a really loud noise, even if it's on silent. there's a backup date on the 11th if they need to postpone it.

if you're not in a safe situation and have an extra phone, you should turn that phone completely off beforehand.

additionally, if you're like me, and are easily startled; i recommend treating it like a party. have a countdown or something. be surrounded by your loved ones. take the actions you personally need to take to make yourself safe.

i have already seen mockery towards any person who feels nervous about this. for the record, it completely, completely valid to have "emergency broadcast sounds" be an anxiety trigger. do not let other people make fun of you for that. emergency sounds are legitimately engineered to make us take action; those of us with high levels of anxiety and/or neurodivergence are already pre-disposed to have a Bad Time. sometimes it is best to acknowledge that the situation will be triggering for some, and to prepare for that; rather than just saying "well that's stupid, it's just a test."

"loud scary sound time" isn't like, my favorite thing, but we can at least try to prevent some additional anxiety by preparing for it. maybe get yourself a cake? noise cancelling headphones? the new hozier album? whatever helps. love u, hope you're okay. we are gonna ride it out together.

[buckrecs]

Hiii! I love ur page and I was wondering if u could rec some fics with a pregnant reader? Thank you sm hon 🫶

Pregnant Reader

masterlist | req masterlist

These Hands Are For You by @majestyeverlasting

The raking of leaves, muffins, and baby kicks on a fall afternoon. A very warm and fuzzy domestic piece filled with lots of love.

Always Back to You by @majestyeverlasting

After coming home a little roughed up, Bucky seeks forgiveness for not being candid about a mission in D.C. But all you truly care about is the fact that he's okay and made his way back to you.

Two Becomes Three by @sleepypanda27

“I’m pregnant”

Chocolate Chip Cookies by @sleepypanda27

Bucky wakes up in the middle of the night only to find that you’re not in the bed, because you're craving chocolate chip cookies.

Scent of Home by @pherelesytsia

Bucky attended one of Tony parties and returns to his small family.

small bump by @bucky-bucket-barnes

Bucky has fought literal armies, survived multiple murder attempts, and still nothing worries him like his pregnant wife.

Paint + Ladders by @mvtthewmurdvck

Bucky comes home to find you not where you're supposed to be, and instead in the nursery, doing exactly what you shouldn't be.

two little lines by @duuhrayliegh

the reader is pregnant, this is how she tells bucky and the rest of the avengers.

Here To Help by @itsjustmelainey

Your super baby is so heavy that you’re uncomfortable, fortunately Bucky might have found the solution to help you.

Any day now by @randomperson351

Bucky didn't think he could have the life he does, and he's grateful each and every day.

happy secret by @bentobarnes

bucky is having lunch with Nakajima after 2 years of not talking with him. Yori wants him to go on a date with Leah (the bartender) but encounters a pleasant surprise.

Breath With Me by @planetofawe

You and Bucky decide on a home birth however you’ve got to do it all alone as your midwife is stuck in some traffic!

Oh Baby! by @fairydxll

You tell Bucky the big news.

Support You by @marvelmushroom

Bucky finds a way to take some of the weight off of you during pregnancy. Literally.

Daisy by @chrisevansredbelt

bucky gets you pregnant. complications ensue?

Names by @softlyspector

Bucky and Y/N are expecting a baby, and soon, but they still haven’t decided on a name.

One In A Trillion by @softlyspector

Bucky is sterile. Or, so they had been told, that was basically what he was. There was a one in a trillion chance of them ever conceiving, completely impossible.

Expectations by @softlyspector

Bucky is overprotective of the reader, who is pregnant with his baby. 

one plus one equals… by @lokiskitten

after waking up from a nap, Bucky requires a hug. He then gets the chance to learn that you are pregnant.

actually… you can help by @classylo

you were miserably pregnant and knew of only one way to get the baby out of you.

“Alexa, Play Go There With You” by @touchstarvedirl

Bucky’s been having a hard time being okay with your work schedule now that you’re pregnant. An arguments ensues and after you only have one thing on your mind, so Alexa helps you set the mood.

Daddy’s Home by @starshipsofstarlord

whilst with Wanda, you go into labour. Bucky is on his way home from a mission with Steve and Vision, you’re just worried that he won’t make it on time.

we’re gonna need a bigger house by @sunmoonandeddie

You find the courage to tell Bucky about your latest ultrasound.

Come Back to You by @buckyalpine

What happens when a time travel mission ends up with a version of Bucky from the 40′s standing on the time travel platform. 

Imagine by @buckyalpine

Imagine Bucky finding his adorably, heavily pregnant girl perched onto kitchen counter rummaging for snacks like a little gremlin in the middle of the night.

Be(tter) in Reality With Me by @t-lostinworlds

Bucky needed to remind you how he would never ever betray you, especially when the him in your dreams was showing you otherwise.

All I Ever Wanted by @majestyeverlasting

You and Bucky visit a park in Brooklyn that stirs up some nostalgic memories. But what he doesn’t know is that, later that night, he’ll learn that he’s going to be a father.

Relax by @itsapeterthing

while the avengers help you and bucky move, you attempt to help carry something only to have your overprotective husband get in the way

The Three Times They Think She’s Pregnant by @skyeisawitch

Hopelessly Pregnant by @kiritella

Light Carries On Endlessly by @marvelingatthewonder

Bucky goes back under after cacw and you’re pregnant. 8-ish months later you give birth to a beautiful baby girl.

[skyeslittlecorner]

I feel like we didn't get enough moments with that beautiful king in chapter 5 (why PB >:(((()

Can you pls do a short story about MC who has been kidnapped (again) when they try to find a place to sleep to Leviathan's office where he demands them to sleep *in his coffin* (so he could keep an eye on them).

Okay I can only think that much. Hope you ok with this request 🥹 Luv u and your works 🫶 Have a great day!!!

Thanks for lovely words! AND I AGREE. I know that the plot needs to move forward, but my heart wants to stay longer. We only got to know Levi for a moment and quite superficially because he mostly talked to others. PAY ATTENTION TO US. Just no nooses, please. We'll play with the ropes later, maybe dinner first.

This turned out to be a bit long. Hope you'll like it!

Words: ~900

Kidnapped to sleep | Leviathan

Peace, just a little bit of peace. That's all you asked for. After a long, tiring day, you didn't even have time to sit down properly in your room for a moment. Just when you approached bed, a knocking sound came from inside the room instead of from outside.

“You knock before entering!” You huffed.

Foras appeared at your side without a hush.

"Sorry, but…"

“What’s going on again? And quickly, if you can.” You cut his words in half. Headache and tiredness make you thorny. All you wanted was to collapse like a log and fall asleep. Didn't even care anymore whether he tried to kill you or not, you had survived so many threats and potential murder attempts today that one here or there wouldn't make any difference. You almost softened when you saw the remorse written all over the dreamy devil's face.

“His Majesty wants to see you.”

Yeah, almost. 

“Tell him to stick his desires in… ugh.”

There was no point arguing. The quicker you deal with them, the better. You were about to leave when Foras grabbed your waist, and you felt your insides churning again. That bastard… you can walk on your own! No need to teleport!

The palace was even quieter and darker, but when Foras left you in his king's office, you didn't feel as overwhelmed as the first time. It reminded you of Prince Charming's room. Leviathan, as beautiful as he was mysterious, was leaning over the documents. You stood on your tiptoes to look at them.

"What are you doing? It's not your business."

“You called me here yourself.”

You won't let him push you around. Not only was it dangerous, it also hurt your pride. He ignored you and went back to work, so you sat down on the chair across him, not knowing for what he needed you, and started thinking. Just out of boredom. It wasn't the wisest decision you could have made in such a state. 

With such a beautiful creature by your side, it was hard to think of anything other than punishing him for the way he treated you. If only he could be beaten with a whip again. Choke. Oppress. Hear the gasps and moans as he runs out of breath. Milk would flow from these beautiful horns, and you would make him drink it himself...

"What are you staring at?"

Not only did he dare to be so beautiful in front of you, but he also disturbed your fantasies. The audacity.

"Beautiful."

A smile appeared on his lips and you clutched your mouth. This shouldn't have been let slip! Apparently, it only made him feel better, because he told you that you’re going to sleep together. Oh yes. It's time to put all these plans into action!

Reality hit you as soon as you sat down on the soft mattress in his coffin. How was it so comfortable here? It reminded you of a water bed with a cover on top like a canopy. Leviathan probably already thought you were a freak, so you had nothing to lose. You could have use him, abused him. But the soft material acted like a magnet. Silk is like flypaper. You were so tired... you closed your eyes just for a second, and suddenly felt the warmth next to you. A hot, masculine fragrance. And a strong arm that hung around your waist.

“I thought you hated me?”

“I do not like you. Just like everyone else.”

It was so comfortable. So… safe? You definitely needed some rest.

“So you also sleep cuddled up to your nobles like stuffed animals? Like now?”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair, not really bothered by your taunts.

“Silence. I have to keep an eye on you all the time. I can't let you endanger anyone.”

It occurred to you that for now you are only a danger to yourself, because you want to abuse the most dangerous king of hell you have ever met.

If only you had a whip at hand... wrapped in the darkness of the coffin and Levi's arm, the tiredness of the day came flooding back to you. You closed your eyes. Just for a second.

Two seconds later you were sound asleep, tucking your knee between the devil's legs. He grabbed the back of your neck and tightened his fingers.

“What are you thinking?”

You didn't think anything at that moment. Just purred in delight. Feeling the warm, broad chest, you clung to it unconsciously. No wonder you sought safety. That coffin almost devour you last time. What was strange was that you were looking for support in the arms of a man who was the reason for your anxiety, but who would care? He also didn't behave like a terrible tyrant, not now.

He ran his fingers through your hair. They were soft and fragrant, flowing between his fingers like a waterfall. You didn't see him, so he could afford it. So defenseless, hugging him, you no longer looked like a threat. If it weren't for his experience, he would almost be fooled by you. He promised himself he wouldn't fall into your trap, and despite his own promises, he wrapped his arms around you. Some devils can lie, and he was just trying to lie to himself.

[vaspider]

just a heads up that that post abt ppl reconnecting is by a like. meeeega z*onist. i usually am like eh ppl dont need to check usernames for everyone they reblog but for that one since its like. relatatef to an extent to the post i wanted to let you know for you and the people who follow u! i hope u are having whatever the best day for ur circumstances is

You're not Jewish, by your own admission. I went to make sure, before I started talking. You have some Jewish heritage, and you might look at converting, but you're not Jewish, so let's start there. And I am going to be as patient as I possibly can under the circumstances.

You have essentially just walked into the living room of a family that you're not a part of and said, "that thing that was just said about connecting with this family that I'm not a part of? You should not listen to it because it came from a term that those of us outside this family have rendered meaningless by overuse and abuse. You should not interact with that person because I am telling you they're a Bad one of y'all, because I've determined this word is Bad, and everyone has beaten it into the ground."

How do you think that would go, if you walked into my living room and pointed at someone there, as a complete and total stranger, and said, 'you should take my value statement about one of the people in your extended family'? Do you think it would go well, whether or not I agreed with that family member, that you've interjected yourself into intrafamily discussions, especially intrafamily discussions about our family's emotional survival and connection?

Because that's what this is, to be clear. Those people? They are my family. You just came in off the street and said, "Take my word on your family. They're bad. You shouldn't interact with them."

What's more, one of the two people you're pointing at, the only two people who spoke on that post, is someone who was present, and indeed the sole official witness, at a moment in my life which rates in terms of joy and personal meaning right up there with my wedding and the moment the midwife placed my daughter, naked and screaming, on my belly. You just came in to my living room and said, "The person who witnessed your mikveh immersion seven years ago? Bad. Take it from me, person who has never spoken to you before."

Do you also walk into drag shows, point at the person on the stage, and yell, "That's a groomer!"? Because that's basically what y'all sound like when you do this: you're coming in from the outside, wielding a word you've effectively rendered meaningless against people who belong here.

I'm real fucking tired of -- literally every time I interact with any post about Jewishness at all -- someone lunging in to tell me that There Be Bad Jews, or demanding that, because I am interacting with members of my family, I answer a bunch of fucking "when did you stop beating your wife" questions.

That was literally just in the last 24h. One post about how Judaism survives because we reconnect with each other, one post about how American institutions like Chabad are being labeled 'Israeli' as a means of smearing them. Literally dealing with living as a fucking Jew in the diaspora is now simply Not Allowed To Be Spoken Of, apparently, unless I strictly validate that everyone in the thread is not a Bad Bad Zionist, which of course applies to every Jew who says something we don't like, regardless of their repeatedly-stated values or self-identification.

It's almost like the end point of all of that is Jews simply not talking about being Jewish anywhere that they might be seen by someone who doesn't like that. If we can only speak about being Jewish if our Judaism meets the strict, ever-changing ethical purity standards of a bunch of Puritan-descended American leftists, then we can't speak about our lives at all, can we?

Funny, that.

Anyway, you have self-declared Zionists in your last 30 reblogs, so like, if you want to spend time endlessly policing someone's blog, make it your own.

Nobody ever send me asks like this ever again. This is the last one I'll even vaguely humor.

[minecraftrelatedrandomness]

u/SADZookeeper:

AITA for failing to protect my brother?

It's been about a week since everything happened and I'm still trying to process this myself, so please bear with me. Sorry for the long background context.

I (~27M) and my little brother Ac (22M) grew up on an island with really famous and influential parents. I knew since I was a child that our parents wanted me to carry on the family legacy on the island, and I did everything I could to do that (it was the lot I was handed in life; I'm just making do with what I could). At the same time, though, I knew our parents sidelined Ac, so I tried my best to look out for him and make sure he was okay, because that's what brothers are supposed to do.

About three years ago, Ac disappeared overnight without a note. I tried looking for him everywhere, but my parents didn't really seem to care that Ac had gone missing, and I don't know why. I assumed he was dead and grieved for him, until he turned back up on the island over a year later. I reconciled with him and was glad that he was alive and well, and swore I wasn't going to lose him again.

A lot happened since this: I found out that my home island was built on a lie, that we were all in grave danger, and one of my best friends fled the island in response. I wasn't in an emotionally good place, but from this point onward, it might have be where I started to become TA.

Weeks after that, I received a letter from Ac that he was going on a dangerous quest that he might not come back from, along with all his savings. I panicked and tracked down his location to go after him (he left behind some notes on where he was going); I was afraid I'd lose him again and lose more people that I cared about.

I found Ac alive, thankfully, but when we sat down for a heart-to-heart, he told me about how he never felt wanted at home, which was why he left, and lost someone extremely close to him when he was away. I didn't know what to say about this: I felt like Ac could have trusted me with this earlier. I thought I tried my best to be a good brother when we were children, but clearly, that wasn't enough to keep him from leaving.

The location we were in only had a one-way entrance, but when we found the exit, it said it required a sacrifice, that only one of us could leave alive. I don't know or care who designed the place, but at that point, I didn't know what else I could do to make up for how much I failed Ac.

I volunteered to die for him to escape.

I wanted it to be me. It should have been me.

He decided otherwise.

He pushed me out of the way and fell into the death trap.

I don't know how to convey to you how badly I failed: Ac already had a rough enough childhood as he did; I couldn't be there for him when he needed it the most (both at home and after he left), and couldn't even ensure he could escape and live a somewhat happy life, even if meant me gone. I couldn't even do that much for him.

I don't know how I never noticed the extent of how badly Ac was treated at home, I don't know how everything led to this, and I don't know how I'm supposed to tell his friends that he's gone because I wasn't quick enough.

I'm back on the island where we were born and raised. I feel like TA. Am I?

TL;DR: My little brother had a rough childhood that I couldn't protect him from and ran off on a reckless, life-threatening quest, I panicked and went after him, we got stuck in a death trap, and he shouldn't have been the one to die there but I couldn't fall fast enough to make sure he's the one who survived–

This post is Part 2 of the "Chronica Siderum" series. Technically speaking, this post is slightly over the character limit for the actual AITA subreddit, but let's be honest, we don't really care here.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

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[damianbugs]

I remembered u like jjk so I'm gonna ask... What made you like jjk v much <3

this line

shounen animangas are notoriously known for having teenage characters be put through literal hell in order to triumph evil and save their friends, and the trope remains popular because it is so entertaining. perhaps it's the unwavering hope and naivety becoming hardened determination that is appealing in these stories. i used to enjoy this genre a lot as a kid, but after a while watching highschoolers fight to survive wasn't as exciting as it once seemed to be.

but jjk is so popular, so i am watching it, and this arc begins. we are introduced to nanami, who is a surprisingly silly guy despite his general demeanour, and i already love itadori, so i was excited to see this dynamic. immediately you could tell this arc was set for itadori to fail and learn a valuable lesson, to which nanami will probably enlighten him about.

i just didn't expect the lesson to be this.

sure, there are many other stories about people acknowledging the main group are children, realising they're not strong enough for this task, and that we should've looked after them better, it's not their fault, we expected too much and hurt them, but very rarely are these grievances 1) expressed in a way that doesn't make the child in question feel guilt for their lack of maturity and 2) be stated so bluntly TO the child themself.

nanami clearly teaches itadori that he is a child, and nanami is the adult, and so itadori shouldn't be expected to carry out the jobs nanami is responsible for, because he is just a child, and that is okay. no metaphorical or symbolic talk about strength and dreams and growing up. just the fact of the matter;

being a child is not a sin.

it's after this did i realise that this has been the point of the entire story the whole time.

to me, jjk is a story about children. children who are doomed by their fate and their circumstances. children who are forced into roles and responsibilities they don't want and can't handle. children who are no longer children, but much older, trying to stop other kids from following their steps — to no avail. this world they are born into is written against them from the start and they still get hurt. they are all still hurting.

although this moment is vital for itadori specifically, and no one could've delivered it to him as good as nanami did, i think the line is applicable to the dozens of other children in the story as well. nanami as a character is someone who now strives to protect all these children, because there was no one to protect him and his friends, and this moment (and the many others of his that follow) really make him one of the greatest characters for this specific story.

although this line and entire conversation is what really made me go from liking the anime to loving it, this entire arc in general was fantastic. even without knowing nanami's past, we understand there is a cycle of hurt and loss, really highlighting the question about responsibility and choice. it was superbly written (no wonder nanami is gege's favourite character!).

in fact after watching this arc i immediately started reading the manga, and then upon taking a long mental health break after shibuya, i am now reading it again for its finale. although jjk has kind of... lost the plot now, i continue to read for itadori, curious to see what destiny awaits a child who is forced to keep losing.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

wiz's drive to survive s6 watch thread

(feel free to mute "wiz does DTS 6" if you don't care)

blinds, down! takeaway, ordered! ass, sat in sofa!! DTS s6 oh how i've waited for thee...

OPENING SHOT OF LANDO IN HIS FIAT JOLLY HEEHEHEHEE rip lil car

ok establishing shotttsss of the off season everyone being chill and happy

MAX APPEARANCE!!!! HE'S BACKKKKKK

the succession score for stroll snr's arrival lmfao production team u ain't slick

fernando: "idk how u can live in england" he's so real

[DRAMATIC STING] man i've missed ur silly ass

"he's my son first and a race driver second" and the dramatic shakespearean for-the-back-rafter eyebrows it's like he just learned to emote again klsjfalkjflksjf. what in the logan roy

alex: "first team for the photo shots and last team on the track", logan "ahhhhhhh alex too far". alex is the funniest man on the grid rn and i will fight ppl on this

OSCAR CRUMB IN E1!!!!

oh... danica.........

FRED'S LIL WADDLE HAHAHAHA they're really setting him up as chaotic court jester this season

Lewis: "goal is to get a championship. reclaim my eight."

also toto saying his goal is to make lewis's car competitive.... *stares directly into camera*

i enjoy that all the drivers are swearier on DTS than they are in any of the official marketing tbh

lando talking about a wank??? oh lando never change

CLAIRE'S BACK, this is nice actually

merc '23 green is so confusing cus i keep thinking it's steak dropkick sauber lol

i don't really care about the aston storyline but like lance prolly shouldn't have been out there racing... but who am i to tell a rich white man what to do...

[novankenn]

"Jaune Gets a Gun AU" Day One Recap.

Inspired by @howlingday

Ruby was not looking forward to seeing her teammates and friends again. Not after what happened with and to Jaune during their friendly outing to the Gun Show. She was especially not looking forward to facing Pyrrha. Glancing over, she noticed Jaune wearing his customary goofy grin.

Ruby: So, have fun?

Jaune: Of course! Any day is fun when I'm with you, Ruby!

Ruby: (Blushing) Sorry we didn't find you a ranged option today.

Jaune: It's okay. That convention centre is huge. We'll go again tomorrow, and maybe we'll have better luck.

Ruby: So you want to go again tomorrow? Really?

Jaune: Why wouldn't I?

Ruby: because of all the stuff that happened?

Jaune: No biggie. Water under the bridge, besides, how are we going to get me a ranged weapon if we don't try again tomorrow.

Ruby: True.

The rest of the bullhead trip was completed in silence, with Ruby partially dreading what was in store for her when they landed, and amazed that Jaune's motion sickness wasn't acting up. At the landing pads, Ruby and Jaune found Only Pyrrha waiting for them.

Pyrrha: (Gritting her teeth) So did you two have... a nice time?

Ruby: Of course. Nothing unusual happened. Everything was perfectly...

Jaune: It was fun, Pyr. You should come with us tomorrow. Can't believe all that happened today. It was a rush.

Pyrrha: Really? What happened today... Jaune?

Jaune: Well, I recovered a family heirloom from this Weasel after I kicked him in the crotch and sent him through the roof.

Nora: (From out of nowhere could be heard) YOU GO FEARLESS LEADER!!!

Pyrrha: Jaune! You shouldn't be kicking people! You're a huntsman-in-training, civilians can be easily hurt...

Jaune: It's fine, Pyr. He was a cartoon weasel. He'll survive.

Pyrrha: Wait? What?

Jaune: Anyway, after I shipped my Grandfathers gun back to Grandma, I saw these Gun heels...

Pyrrha: Gun... heels? How? What? I'm so confused.

Ruby could already tell she was going to get it once Jaune got further into the retelling, so slowly she started to inch away in preparation to use her semblance to escape.

Jaune: Yeah, they were cute, but Ruby wouldn't let me try them on... then there was this Adorable Rocket Launcher with little Rabbit icons on it...

Pyrrha gave Jaune a dead pan look, and slowly let her emerald green eyes move to focus on Ruby. She was about to say something when Jaune just continued on.

Jaune: Pyr do you think you can get me a bulk discount on Pumpkin Pete's Frosted Flakes?

Pyrrha: I could ask, but why, though? That cereal is terrible for you.

Jaune: I need thirty thousand box tops to get the rocket launcher.

Pyrrha just blinked and stared at Jaune, unable to process that statement.

Ruby: Well, it was a pretty full day. So I'm just going to...

Pyrrha: Ruby... please... stay.

Jaune: It's okay, Pyr. Ruby is probably tired. It was an exciting day after all.

Pyrrha: You don't say.

Ruby: Yep, full exciting day. I should go take a nap...

Jaune: Talk to you later, Ruby. Anyway, oh yeah. I apparently enlisted with the United Federation's Mobile Infantry

Pyrrha: WHAT!

Jaune: So after graduation, I guess I'm going to boot camp? I'll have to ask Headmaster Ozpin how it all works, before then.

Pyrrha: (Growling) Ruby Rose... you were supposed to keep him safe!

Ruby: I'm sorry?

Jaune: Oh, and I have this new ability! Not that I'm going to use it much. Kind of makes me overpowered.

Pyrrha: New ability? What new ability?

Jaune gives his trademark warm and goofy smile before tapping the yellow bracelet on his right wrist.

Jaune: Neat, huh?

Emerald Sustrai was just coming out to the Bullhead pads just as Jaune finished changing form...

Pyrrha: (Screeching) RUBY ROSE!!!

Emerald: SHE'S MINE!!!

Emerald charges forward and scoops Jaune up in a princess carry, pulls an impressive U-turn and continues to hot foot it back into the school. Leaving Pyrrha and Ruby utterly flatfooted.

Jaune: Hey wait! I want to change back!

Emerald: Not happening, Sweet-cheeks! I'm finding out if the carpet matches the drapes!

Pyrrha/Ruby : Get back here with MY JAUNE!

Jaune: Help! I NEED an ADULT!

Emerald: Don't worry, I'll make a woman out of you tonight, honey-buns!

Glynda Goodwitch steps off a freshly landed bullhead, sees the chaos erupting, and just shakes her head. Picks up her shopping bags and heads off to her private apartment.

(So, having some more fun... thanks for all the re-blogs and likes. Special thank you to everyone who has added to these scenes, and a BIG thank you to @howlingday for being a good sport and joining in on the fun. Thanks all of you. Stay tuned for Day Two)

[pacifymebby]

omll i was wondering if u could write about the peaky boys w a makima!reader from chainsaw man, absolutely batshit crazy 💗

Yo okay so i had to check that i knew who this was because i havent watched chainsaw man however, i think i get it. Feel free to tell me if i do not in fact get it haha ❤️

Tommy

🌿 You seem sweet at first, non confrontational, almost mousy? You're always smiling and he only really knows who you are because you're always being mentioned by the mothers on watery lane, the local old men and women, because you're so helpful, always helping people

🌿But Tommy isn't so optimistic as to believe that a person could be so kind without wanting something in return

🌿 he’s not surprised to see your dark side, but he is surprised to see how completely ruthless you are... at first he thinks you’re just passionate about your cause... then he starts to realise its more than that

🌿 you’re heartless, completely murderous... anyone who stands in your way ends up dead and, to make it worse, you fear nothing. Not even Tommy Shelby

🌿 when he realises that all this time you’ve been using him to get to where you want to go, he wants to play the long game, to get revenge... but he isn’t so sure he’s got time to play the long game anymore

🌿 him going 0 to 100 with you, angry, threatening, hand on his gun only to be met with you going 100 - 100000000 on him, a whole new level of insane.

🌿 Tommy has that thing he tells people, that he’s already died once, that he’s already dead... that thats why he doesn’t fear anything or anyone, but you genuinely terrify him precisely because you’re the opposite of that

🌿you know you’re alive and you’re foaming at the mouth with that insane survival instinct, when it comes to kill or be killed you basically invented the term. 

🌿 You’d go from lovers to enemies, but painfully, he’d still be in love with the idea of who you once were, who he thought you were, he’d be desperate to believe that he could see you that way again some day, that you’ll go back to being that sweet, seemingly innocent girl...

🌿 but you won’t and the pinnacle of your relationship would be the two of you struggling, guns raised to one another’s head, either you’re going to end up killing each other or fucking each other.

Alfie

🐻 Alfie already has one unhinged-stop at nothing-bloody minded friend, and fuck does he need another

🐻 Like a hole in the head does he need another..

🐻 When he first meets you he senses something off but he can’t quite work it out... the reason for that is that you are too much like him, too much like Tommy, and yet you don’t behave that way at all

🐻 You behave like a good, kind, down to earth, ordinary girl. You behave like a girl who shouldn't be wandering around Camden Town on your own. Which is why he offers his help to you.. why he takes you under his wing. 

🐻 Of course, you’d come to Camden Town with the sole purpose of attracting his attention, knowing that the feared old man was known to be a little soft when it came to young women.. a charitable man

🐻 So you’d planned that he would take you in, take you under his wing, help you along in life... thats why you’d gone to Camden, why you’d wandered around on your own, helpless and doe eyed... you’d been hoping to manipulate your way into gaining Alfies trust

🐻 And you succeed, once you’re in you get close to him, you keep up the innocent act, when he talks about bread you make sure he believes that you really think he’s talking about a loaf of bread... you have him take pity on your softness, completely endear him to you

🐻 You probably get into a position where you can play him and Tommy off against one another to destroy them both and take everything they have

🐻 When Alfie finally realises it’s because you lose your temper. You’d asked him for something he couldn’t give you, asked him to do something that wasn’t just “unreasonable but fucking insane sweetheart, thats what that is...” 

🐻 Alfie comes in one morning, into his office, switches the lamp on and you’re sitting there in his chair with your fingers wrapped around his gun. You tell him to sit down and this time it’s you thats offering the deal or death...

🐻 He doesn’t know how to respond at first, he can tell by the look in your eyes you’re not the girl he thought you were, that something has snapped in your head. He’s sad! He’s losing a friend, bad blood all over again...but he knows he has to be smart to get out of this one. 

🐻 It’ll end up a triangle, you trying to play Alfie and Tommy off against eachother, each of them trying to play you off against the other. Unless Alfie and Tommy work together then they’ve already lost to you...

Arthur

🍂  Poor Arthur would be completely taken in by you, he’d fall in love with you so fast, he’d think you were so good for him

🍂 and maybe you would be... at first. You’d help him with his sickness, with his ptsd, you’d provide him with the support he needed to begin to face his demons and get better

🍂 you’d help him get sober and the Shelby family would be torn. Ada and the younger siblings would probably think you were doing a good thing, that you were a good woman, but Polly would be suspicious and Tommy again, would be asking what you wanted in return. 

🍂 he’d even try to trick you, offering you large sums of money to abandon his brother in the dead of night... but you wouldn’t fall for it. You’d be so much smarter than he was accounting for. 

🍂 And then one day when the time was right, you’d snap, you’d flick the switch in your brain and rip everything Arthur had worked on, everything he’d managed to take back from himself... you’d rip it away from him....

🍂 and you’d do it for your own selfish but stubborn reasons... you want him to be your own personal fighting dog... you want to break him completely.. if he snaps and relapses he’ll be out of control and so, so, so much worse than he ever was before, 

🍂 thats what happens when you show someone the door, give them a light, give them hope and then tear it from them... when the wounds almost healed it hurts more to rip it open, it scars deeper

🍂 he’d be so broken that you’d have complete power over him and you would be able to use him to terrorise Tommy and take over the family.. 

🍂 the fights between the two of you when he begins to realise what you’ve done to him... the violence, the threats... and of course that deadly combination of love and hatred again

🍂 Because Arthur loves you with the whole of his soul... and now he’s realising that you never loved him at all... he’s wounded and confused but mostly he’s angry

🍂 and maybe you’ve underestimated the monster in him... I can see this ending one of two ways... him strangling you to death in a bitter, coked up rage, then being devastated by what he’s done... Tommy having to reassure him, bring him down, stop him from harming himself. Or you manipulating Arthur into nearly killing Tommy... it would be dark, Tommy having to kill you not knowing whether or not if he does, Arthur won’t kill him. 

John

🌼 I think John would be less taken in by you than Arthur, but I do think he’d fall for your sweet, kind girl charms. 

🌼 The reason he’d be less taken in would be because he knows how good girls react to the work he does, to the things that happen in his family... and you don’t react like you should at all

🌼 He knows something is off when Tommy comes into the office blood streaming from his chest, you don’t even pale. You smile and offer to help him get cleaned up. You don’t ask any questions

🌼 So John is suspicious, but he wants to see the good in you, so he sticks by you, makes little excuses in his head for why you are the way you are. He manages well, deciding that perhaps you’ve seen lots of blood before, you have brothers who fight maybe... 

🌼 Of course you’re not bothered by the sight of blood because it’s usually you drawing it from other people. You’ve stabbed people, strangled people... you’re murderous, lethal and merciless... and the only reason you’re with John is because you have one goal...

🌼 To take everything his family can give you, then get rid of them and, any evidence they ever existed. You’re going to drain them like a parasite. 

🌼 You probably fuck your way through the whole family... you’re not even careful... you kind of let John know that you’re fucking his brother Tommy.. there's nothing he can do about it, and it does enough to hurt him that you can control him

🌼 Its when you’re fucking them that you put ideas in their head. You convince Ada to leave Birmingham again, convince Polly that she misses the nomadic lifestyle, the travelling from place to place... You slowly isolate the men from any women in the family who might still see sense... and then you pit the men against each other...

🌼 I can imagine Tommy threatening to kill you, he has you up against the wall with a gun pushed to your throat, choking you with it. You have a gun digging into his stomach, both of you thinking you could fire at any second, Arthur practically foaming at the mouth screaming for Tommy to just fucking do it, and John, coming up behind Tommy, telling him no, “you fucking touch my wife and I’ll see that you die fucking slowly...” you thinking you are winning, that Tommy will put you down, that you will be able to play out your twisted little plan to its end

🌼 but the second Tommy lets you go John shoots you, he’s cold and heartless in the moment, starring into you with empty eyes as you try to beg and manipulate, but you’re so far gone crazy you can’t hide your contempt for him anymore. 

🌼 “Know you don’t love me now don’t I, know you never fucking did!” John bitter and spitting as he gets up in your face. 

🌼 You daring him to do it, trying to goad him into it, you even put your lips around the barrel of the gun, lick it and suck it trying to outdo him

🌼 But he does do it, he does kill you. I think he’d be so hurt by the way he’d poured his heart and soul into loving you, that it would be the love for you, the you that once was which made him kill you. 

Bonnie

🍀 Bonnie is a bright enough lad, but he wears his heart on his sleeve so he’s easy to read, easy to know, easy to manipulate. 

🍀 You wouldn’t struggle to tug on his heart strings, you’d be shy with him at first, pretend to be innocent, you'd pretend you were a blushing virginal young girl who’s no evil in her heart at all

🍀 And Bonnie would believe you because he always wants to believe the best in people, always so optimistic. 

🍀 Aberama won’t trust you entirely, he’ll be suspicious but not enough to stop you getting close to his son, and he’ll be pacified by the way you do make his son so happy. 

🍀 You’re Bonnies number one fan, you cheer for him at every fight, you visit him in the changing rooms before and after... and you place bets on him all the time. 

🍀 But you’re only doing this to get close to the Peaky Blinders... Bonnie says he’ll be the most successful boxer in the world one day and he tells you Tommy Shelby is the one who is going to make it happen... so what can Tommy do for you, you wonder?

🍀 Behind the scenes you start tying your strings, manipulating them, devising plans and slowly, slowly getting closer to the Shelby's. 

🍀 By playing exactly the same innocent game, you manage to get yourself into Tommy’s bed too, and once you’re fucking the most powerful man in the city, the city may as well be yours. 

🍀 You start using Tommy, having him kill your enemies one by one by lying about them, powerful men... you make things up, say they raped you, threatened you, tell him they hurt you... and one by one Tommy makes them disappear.

🍀 The tragedy here is that its Tommy giving the orders, more often than not Bonnie is the one carrying out the orders with his father... risking his life and his soul in the eyes of god, to kill your enemies, whilst you fuck around and humiliate him

🍀 You probably let him know in the most cruel way once you’re done with him... you’d let him walk in on your fucking Tommy in the changing rooms or something, right before a fight he’s supposed to be throwing for the peakys. 

🍀 And Bonnie would be angry and humiliated and upset, so he’d throw the fight the wrong way... he’d lose instead of win or win too soon, in the first round, it would be reckless and Tommy would threaten him... you’d watch them fighting and be so amused and entertained. 

🍀 Bonnie would be devastated but he wouldn’t be able to take revenge, he’d be heartbroken but, no matter how terribly you’d wronged him, no matter how much it hurt... he wouldn’t want to see harm come to you, wouldn’t be able to kill you. He’d end up chewed up and spat out... and the Shelby's would be threatening to forget him too if he didn’t just accept things the way they were and carry on the same as before, 

🍀 He’d try to warn Tommy but Tommy wouldn’t listen, would be too wrapped up in your web of lies... and when it all comes falling down, when you turn on Tommy too.. will Bonnie still be there to help Tommy? I’m not so sure. 

Isaiah

🐀 It wouldn’t take much to manipulate him, you’d only have to flirt with him, only have to respond to his charm with charm of your own. You could probably have him in your bed on the first night, addicted and coming back for more within a day...

🐀but Isaiah would be the first rung on your ladder to the top of the Shelby family and you wouldn’t be satisfied until you’d married Tommy and killed him off, taking over the business and family... 

🐀 But for now, Isaiah... you’d control him with sex and it would be so easy.... his friends would joke that he’s whipped... they'd have NO IDEA

🐀 you’d use him for your own entertainment too, getting him into trouble, having him start fights purely to satisfy your own bloodlust

🐀 he’s see that you were insane before the others but he wouldn’t do anything about it, partially out of pride, partially out of not wanting to lose you, but mostly because he’s attracted to your unhinged side... he thinks its hot that he’s never sure when you’re going to flip the switch and kill a man

🐀you don’t scare him but its because he’s naive, he doesn’t realise the extent of your madness, doesn’t understand that you’re using him... he just thinks you’re a little wild

🐀he’s always having to talk you down from killing men who piss you off at bars. he’s dragged you away from a  bleeding, broken man you’d launched yourself at because “he's in a bar but he ain’t fuckin drinking.. what kind of man...” 

🐀and you’ve caused trouble between him and Finn and Michael before... you can’t help yourself, you like to play them off against one another just to see what will happen... 

🐀its only when one night you pull your gun on Finn, that Isaiah realises there's a problem, that you're mental... the fact you’d pull a gun on one of your closest friends... and over something as trivial as saying he doesn’t think you’ll convince Tommy to let you do a job for him with the lads. 

🐀 its then, when he’s trying to talk you down, that he realises you really are cold, heartless, that you don’t care for anyone but yourself... not even him... when he asks you to put the gun down and you don’t even hear him

🐀he has to pull a gun on you himself... when you relent and smile this wide and sweet smile, you laugh and pass the whole thing off as a joke, but he knows deep down that it wasn’t a joke, you weren’t just messing around...

🐀from then on he’s terrified of you, he doesn’t know how to warn the rest of the family... they’ll think he’s being stupid, scared of a girl...

Michael

☘️he probably thinks he’s using you... you’re this Machiavellian power couple but you’re both using each other, manipulating one another...

☘️for awhile it would work... the two of you managing to fix things within the family, climbing higher as a couple, taking power slowly...

☘️but you’re only using Michael and he thinks he’s using you... so the closer you get to the top the deeper the betrayals of one another cut... you would happily serve Michael’s head on a silver plate to Tommy Shelby in exchange for a little more of the company...

☘️You also want revenge... Tommy has never taken you seriously, what with you being Michaels wife, you’re hardly an important member of the family and you’re married to a traitor...

☘️but you’re determined to prove Tommy wrong about that, you’re worth so much more than he thinks and you’re going to show him that underestimating you is a mistake...

☘️it’s you that lets Tommy know Michael is a traitor, you leave him enough clues that he thinks he’s working it out for himself... and of course, you cover your own tracks too, setting Michael up for your crimes as well as his, and letting other peaky boys take the fall for you too

☘️its a combination of brains, sexual charm and the occasional sudden snap of violence that people begin to fear you

☘️the house staff work it out first, they talk, they know you’re not so pretty and sweet, that you’re villainous...

☘️you let Michael take the fall, he gets killed and suddenly you’re a widow, but Tommy looks upon you kindly for the way you lead him to Michael, he begins to trust you, give you more power... when you begin to slowly try and poison Tommy, against the rest of his family and also literally try to poison him - slowly, adding an untraceable amount of arsenic to his tea everyday - its Frances who realises the evil in you

☘️ you get so close to power but Frances kills you, she uses Tommys shut gun to kill you because you’ve worked out that she knows about you... you try to kill her but she gets to you first, shoots you in the back when you’re adding the arsenic to a vacant Tommy’s tea. And thats that, maybe you can outsmart the gangsters, but you can’t manipulate or outsmart Frances, soz. 

[touyasdoll]

bye cause imagine touya having to watch his childhood sweetheart and one and only love, marry and have a son with hawks </3 that would be man’s last straw. it came to me in a dream, and i remember a lot more happened but i don’t recall the details but when i tell u i woke up IN TEARS. poor touya has lost everything atp

oh ouch 😭🥺 this hurts, but I do love me some angst and honestly my self ship with Touya includes something similar bc I love to torment him, so I wanna explore this a little. but no he really does deserve the world and I hate that all he ever gets is pain :( so let's fix that while we’re at it sdjasd

warnings: allusions to child abuse & bodily injury, some very complicated emotions, infidelity,angsty

You and Touya fell in love when you were very young. You were his best friend and the only solace that he had in the world, aside from his younger brother. You were the only one who knew what really went on in that house and you wanted to scream it from the rooftops after Touya's accident, but it wouldn't have done you any good. No one would believe you.

They still wouldn't, even now that you were married to the Number 2 hero. He reminds you a lot of Touya, in a way. He'll never be him, but you can't spend your whole life mourning a boy you loved as a child. You're happy, especially now that you have your son, who looks similar to his father in that he has his wings and the markings around his eyes, but those eyes are yours. He has your face too. Touya wants to hate the child, but he can't. Not when he makes you so happy. Not when he looks just like you. He's only a child after all. Children shouldn't bear the burden of an adult's regrets.

He wants to tell you that he survived. He's always wanted to tell you, but he knew it was for the best if he stayed away. He tried to ignore you. Tried and tried to convince himself not to check up on you, but of course he failed. In a world full of social media, it wasn't hard to keep tabs on you. He's always cheered you on from a distance. Shared in your pain from afar. He's been the every step of the way, wishing that he could truly experience life side by side with you, the way that he was supposed to, but he can't. He knows.

Still, he checks in on you. It's even easier now that you're basically famous. Being married to the most popular hero around will do that. He can't open his phone without seeing a picture of you and your happy little family. He should be happy for you, but he isn't. He's too miserable. He's too enraged. It makes him sick.

It hurts.

He's thinking of you when he makes his big reveal and exposes his father for what he truly is. He wonders if you'll see him. He wonders if you'll remember. If you'll even care.

You're sitting at home, playing with your son. It's a normal day until it isn't. Word has only just gotten back to you about how Keigo was horribly wounded by the villain Dabi. You put the tv on to keep your son occupied while you anxiously pace about the house, desperate for more word on your husband.

Then you see Touya's broadcast and your heart stops. It has to be a cruel joke. It can't be real. He's been gone for so long. How did he even survive? Is this actually happening? Is it wrong that you know deep down that you still love him, even now? Even after everything he's done? To innocents? To your husband?

You don't know what it says about you that you seek him out after the smoke has cleared. Maybe you don't want to. Hawks is back at home and you're grateful that he's safe, but you can't believe that he still idolizes Endeavor the way that he does. Even after everything that he's learned and especially considering what he went through as a child. Your head is in turmoil and your heart isn't fairing any better, so you do what you can to track Touya down.

You think that maybe if you can just find him, you can start to make sense of things, but when you finally come face to face with him, it only makes things harder.

He's standing right there. He'd still been watching you and he'd caught on to you trying to track him down, so he let you. Like a fool.

Now the both of you are standing here, staring into the eyes of the one person you never thought that you could live without for the first time in over a decade and everything feels the same, but you're both painfully aware of just how different things are now. You're terrified to speak and petrified by thr thought of letting him slip through your fingers again. You don't know what to say and neither does he, so you don't speak.

You close the distance, slowly at first, but when he takes his first hesitant step forward, you run into his arms and you embrace for what feels like forever, though you know it'll never last long enough.

You finally work up the nerve to say something, so you pull away before you lose it, only to have your breath stolen away when he kisses you.

And to both of your surprise, you kiss him back.

[poewritesgayshit]

Only God knows if you're still taking requests-- but how do you feel about a Fyolai+Sigma where Nikolai convinces Sigma that they should Noncon Fyodor? It can start as Noncon and end with all parties really into it, lol. I leave it to your creative genius, Poe. I just want to see Fyodor bottoming for both of them and hating how much he is enjoying it for a change lol. Mindbreak is also a cute detail if you want. Hope you consider it! 💖💖

↪ ⋆ ▫ ∙ we're what killed the dinosaurs | fyosiglai request 🎉 ∙ ▫ ⋆ ↩

word count: 1.4 k. mostly pwp

description:

Sigma is tired of Nikolai's games, even if the point of this one is to make everyone get along. But he'll play fair. After all, this is the first time Nikolai's used this type of method. (An aphrodisiac that works as a slow-acting poison? Is he serious?) Yeah... Sigma knows everyone can survive this one. So he'll do what he can, even if it means doing something he really shouldn't do.

contains: most of the above and also

fuck or die

fyodor is in a non-speaking role; he is completely restrained and subdued. i wasn't sure how to write sigma being in the more dominant role without nikolai having a very heavy hand in things

trans masc sigma, also trans masc sigma taking dick without protection and getting creampied

notes: hey nonnie thank u for the request! this was actually my first one, can you believe it? and i hope this wasnt too long of a wait! my whole family had covid and i was running a fever. ill crosspost to ao3 once i stop fucking around on discord and get around to it 👉👈 hope u like it

edit: ao3 link is here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/52099318

The last thing Sigma saw before he passed out was the spine of the library book he'd just checked out toppling to the floor next to him. The first thing he saw when he woke up was Nikolai's face.

"Welcome, Sigma! Welcome! Want to play a game?" Nikolai was glowing. Sigma resisted the urge to sock him square in the jaw because he was in survival mode now, and survival mode meant he needed to keep all his fingers.

"I'm not at the library," Sigma said, phrasing it as a statement instead of a question, and Nikolai's face lit up.

"Ding ding ding! Cor-rect! Now, for ten additional points, guess where you are!"

Sigma was not playing his game.

"Probably some warehouse in Yokohama somewhere," Sigma said, because the lights were off, and he couldn't really see, and he was so lightheaded that what he could see wasn't helping much. But after letting his eyes adjust, he realized that the lights wouldn't help. Nikolai had covered every surface with dark green fabric, fabric so thick that he couldn't tell one surface from another.

"That is…" Nikolai paused. "In-correct! Want to buy a vowel?" He ripped the fabric off of what appeared to be a large chalkboard, where the partially-written words 'L - - -  H - - - -' were spelled in permanent marker, along with a half-drawn hangman figure.

Sigma was about to tell Nikolai off for being childish, but then, it hit him all at once, and he stood up… then fell over again, after realizing how weak he really was.

"Nikolai, am I in a love hotel?"

"Whoa! You're pretty smart, Sigma!" Nikolai fanned himself with a paper fan that he'd pulled out of nowhere, and then snapped it shut, tilting Sigma's chin up with its edge. "But you weren't able to figure out that we aren't the only ones in this room."

With a flourish, he ripped the green velvet off of a loveseat in the middle of the room, to reveal Fyodor Dostoevsky. He was bound and gagged, naked, with his legs tied apart. He was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, as if he was feverish, and he looked just as weak as Sigma felt.

"The aphrodisiac I administered to both of you is also a slow-acting poison. 'The effects can be delayed by sexual release…' at least that's what it says here on the bottle." Nikolai tossed a glass bottle over his shoulder. "I have enough antidote for both of you, but first, I want you to compete in another game with me~"

"I've had enough of your games," Sigma said, the furious words dropping from his lips before he could hold his tongue.

"But, Sigma, dear, don't you want to live?" Nikolai asked, and then, he kissed him.

It was true. Sigma wanted to live.

Nikolai's lips didn't feel repulsive—at least, Sigma didn't want to instinctively jerk away when Nikolai wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and held him still. Maybe it was the fact that the aphrodisiac had already taken effect, or the fact that he was scared of him. But Sigma didn't want to move.

From across the room, Fyodor watched them with sharp eyes.

"You know, I was so relieved when you both made it out okay. I thought I might have been broken, because I wasn't supposed to feel that way. When I'm no longer tied to anyone or anything, I truly have free will—or at least, that's what I thought. You see, I've grown attached to you, too, Sigma. I was grieving for you, too. And when I found out you were also okay, I ran as quickly as I could to see you. So, I thought, 'why don't we all celebrate? Instead of killing each other… why don't we all try to survive instead? By showing each other some love… isn't that right?' " Nikolai said.

Sigma felt ill. "So you want to watch me and Fyodor fucking? Is that what you're trying to say?"

"Oh, no no no, you don't need to use that kind of language~ But if you insist~ you might want to do it soon. He's been waiting here for a long time, you know. In ten minutes, he'll pass out~ Thirty minutes until organ failure will start, and in forty-five minutes, he'll become incontinent. Within two hours, if I don't forcibly administer the antidote, he'll die, and even if I do, he won't be able to stand without mobility aids. Should I go on?" Nikolai continued to monologue. He clearly had this all planned out.

Sigma stared at Dostoevsky, tied up in his chair. Fyodor looked pathetic. He was a sobbing wreck—he must be in immense pain, too. Sigma blinked, and Nikolai must have removed all of the cloth that was covering the tables in that split second, because they lay bare, covered with BDSM paraphernalia, vibrators, condoms and lube, even knives and scissors.

Sigma, without thinking, stood up and approached Fyodor.

Once he got there, his knees gave way, and he just… collapsed on top of him. And Sigma stayed there, his head buried in the crook of his neck, rutting his arousal against Fyodor's.

Fyodor was smaller than he was, but Sigma didn't think he was going to crush him. Sigma realized that he'd been undressed in his sleep—this feels like a dream, Sigma thought, listening to Fyodor's pathetic whines as he rubbed his clit up against the head of his cock. He realized, without acknowledging it fully, that he was making just as much noise as Fyodor was, and that somehow, he was so wet that he could just… slide Fyodor right inside of him. And he did just that, acting on impulse and sinking all the way down so Fyodor's cockhead could nudge against his cervix.

 What happens if he cums in me? 

This thought felt like it was happening in a distant memory as Sigma fucked himself hard on Fyodor's shaft. Fyodor screamed through his gag and he figured the other man might have already finished… but he must have thought too soon. A glance over his shoulder revealed that Nikolai had his cape draped over his lap and was playing with something in between his thighs. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he had buried in that cape, and where it had ended up. Sure enough, Fyodor's sobs of overstimulation were because Nikolai had buried himself up to the root and was painfully teasing his prostate.

Sigma, feeling a little bit bad for him, cupped Fyodor's face and kissed along his jaw as he struggled in his grip. Fyodor looked like he was close to an orgasm, but Sigma hadn't gotten anywhere near his own. Sure enough, he shuddered in Sigma's arms, and Sigma felt him release inside. The morning after pill wasn't easy to acquire, and he was already trying to figure out if he'd have better luck just going to Yosano—but suddenly, as he was dismounting, something stopped his train of thought.

When Sigma tried to get up, Nikolai blocked his way. He was behind him, holding him still. He wrapped a hand around his neck, and that was when Sigma screamed. But Nikolai wasn't trying to kill him. He removed his hand as soon as Sigma relaxed and slid back down, filling himself once again. Then, he... grabbed his hips, lifting him and slamming him down. Nikolai went one step further than that, wrapping one hand underneath each of his thighs and using all his strength to pick him up. picking him up. He was manhandling him and sliding him up and down on Fyodor's cock—It felt unbelievably good, better than anything Sigma could do on his own. He then pressed something into Sigma's hand, then guided his hand down and against his cunt. It was a vibrator, something Sigma had never bought or used before. And when he switched it on, the stimulation plus whatever Nikolai was doing to him made him want to cry. Sigma sobbed, burying his head in Fyodor's shoulder as Nikolai helped his friend use his body as a living fleshlight. He didn't even realize that he was having an orgasm until three minutes into his second one. The buildup was just as intense as the climax itself, and his body just kept going, spasming, sandwiched in between Fyodor and Nikolai for what seemed like hours.

Sigma was only aware that he had passed out when he woke up. Nikolai must have done something while he was distracted; because this wasn't a normal occurrence for him, not in the slightest.

"The antidote," he managed, his mouth dry. Nikolai, lying in bed next to him, perked up when he heard him say it.

"Oh, the antidote~ It's all done! I gave it to you while you slept!" Nikolai said, with the same cadence as if he was telling Sigma he had a birthday present he hadn't given to him yet.

"...Where's Fyodor?" Sigma asked, then, the words crowding behind his lips before he said them as if he didn't want to set them free.

"He's in the other room. He asked for you. Do you want to see him again?" Nikolai said, and he was all sparkles and hearts and glitter and fire.

Sigma was smoke, he was dust, he was ash. He felt like he would blow away in the wind.

"I don't."

[kociepierogi]

Hello! I’m your LOST secret Santa! Could you tell me about your favourite character and why you like them?

Thanks!

Hi, I'm sorry for late reply but I'm out on a trip rn!!

So, I could say that I have three fav characters; Sayid, Mr Eko and Ben.

I like Sayid bcs he's both so perfect and imperfect. He's literally the most beautiful man on the whole island who respects women and always has right opinions (let's ignore his past, okay 🤪). What is fascinating for me in his character, that I can very easily read him from his face and body language and as an autistic person, most of the time I find it incredibly hard. (Maybe it's time to slap another autism headcanon on my fav character 😆).

He's beautifully soft, caring and emotional, very intelligent and knows his shit about things. I very much have instinct to protect this man at all cost, though I know it would probably be the other way around 😆😆😆

I also very often find it fascinating when a character has a dark past although clearly being a good person and still struggling with some horrible stuff (let's ignore what they did to him in season 5/6 😭😭😭). It's like... the nuance, mixed emotions and lots of space to do some tasty psychoanalysis 👁👁 In the end, we see what his character is about and it's very much about how sOFT and caring he is to people he loves, he just wants to protect them ;u; But he was forced by war to go to extreme measures to survive and he is stuck with this survival mode and trauma for a long time, as people with pstd are.

He's a lovely friend, partner and ally to have and I like to headcanon him to be on the ace spectrum, like demisexual and biromantic (just my personal little headcanon 🤭). Idk, he's just neat 🤲💖

When it comes to Ben, I love how horrible he is, it fascinates me without the end 😆😆 He's clearly someone who has ptsd and might be autistic with some absolutely horrible coping mechanisms and jealousy problems. He's pathetic in a way that makes me hooked, whenever we find some humanity behind all of that and someone yET again gives him another chance (as they usually shouldn't, but I would do the same because I am delulu). The part in the finale in afterlife, when he was in this ridiculously adorable teachers AU with Locke made me love him even more, bcs it showed what kind of person he could be, if all of this bad stuff with island wouldn't happen. I love to headcanon him as autistic and gay aroace or asexual gay or just gay. He clearly would have many little passions if he wouldn't be occupied with the island bullshit and his ptsd. He's clearly a father at his very core, the one that is not rotten with fear and jealousy. He seems to just care sm for others in this AU. (And he clearly would have some interesting close friendship with Locke with nice sprinkle of gayness 👀)

Normally he's a horrible person with tragic story but I am a Benjamin Linus apologist 100%, love that he got his little redemption arc at the end and got domesticated by Hurley 😆 He might as well get it after all this mess and trauma with island and Jacob vs Black Smoke bullshit, like wHY not

The third option is Mr Eko and his incredibly relatable struggle with religion. Again, another character that I headcanon as autistic, like VERY much. The way he perceives world and communicates 🤌 I'm always weak for character whose stories are about survival, trauma and like in this case, religious trauma. Even though myself I came out in the end to be agnostic, I admire his strength to stay spiritual and become a priest. He's someone who's strong and someone to look up to for advice. Though, he shouldn't have to be forced to be so strong by awful trauma he went through.

I absolutely LOVED the way he perceived his spirituality and concept of sin. The way he said he asks for no forgiveness, because he only did what he did to survive. And that struck me, I was like WOAH, THAT'S IT. I am really sad that his character was killed off and we never saw where they would go with it, it would be so sO interesting. A badass priest with awfully dark past 🤌 His attachment to brother is very relatable to me too. And yet again, another aroace headcanon 😆

Anyway, sorry for long ramble, hope that helps a bit!!!

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

okay hear me out tho i'm gonna tell u this is sad and why

your bond with someone goes deeper than family? family is, unless something is really wrong between family members, supposed to be one of the instinctually strongest bonds humans have (like why mama bears are a thing lol - even to their unborn children! by default, they love their child even if said child isn't even out of the womb yet! also why toxic family relationships are so complicated, because "it's still my [family member]"). like, by default, there's a bond (usually between immediate family members, i.e. extended family is not necessarily by default depending on interaction and frequency of interacting).

that can change, but things have to happen for it to change. there have to be actions involved to put a strain on that relationship. someone has to do something to lessen the bond or to sever it entirely (i.e. if someone has a bad relationship with their family, it's almost always due to issues that popped up throughout their lives).

from what we know about claude's family, uhhhh... you know, yeah, i'd say his relationship to his entire family is pretty shitty. aside from having siblings who were making active assassination attempts on him when he was a child, his parents sure as shit didn't care enough to make him feel loved or to even bother really trying to protect him. they basically left him to fend for himself when he was "old enough" because he needed to know how to watch his own back, yadda yadda... but for a child they don't need to be learning how to survive that shit alone.

if he was nearly killed, his parents should have hugged him and cried out of fear and worry, but he was left to patch himself up and get back up. children shouldn't have to go through that (unless it's a special circumstance like their parents are dead/captive/missing/etc). claude thinks his bond with someone he just met basically a year ago is more important than family he's known his entire life.

also, just saying "now that we know each other" isn't a very high standard. you can know someone and still not truly be connected, but he's been so starved for bonds his entire life that just generally knowing a person feels more meaningful to him. that's not to discount the bond he's feeling, but that the way he phrases it makes it comes across as this is the best he's ever had. mind you, at this point byleth has mainly just been a teacher to him. there wasn't all that much bonding - especially where claude was concerned, because he didn't really open up to byleth for most of that year.

generally speaking i do dislike the way byleth is propped up so damn hard in vw at claude's constant expense, and i think this may have been one example among many, but i do also think it's a case of byleth just generally treating him better than what he's known. even when he came to fodlan, he wasn't trusted among the nobility and was still kind of on his own. he used byleth, disregarded byleth's feelings, and wasn't open about himself in any way with byleth for the majority of the year.

like, that's all it takes for his heart to be connected to someone? knowing someone for a year or so who doesn't want to kill him and is generally kind to him?

i know claude's upbringing as per his relationship with his parents (affection wise) wasn't as god awful as shinon fire emblem "my mother never hugged me" my love, but they definitely went well beyond "tough love" and it shows. :'(

a bond with someone can certainly be more than family, but most times if someone is on good terms with family, they would treat those relationships equally, i.e. not putting the friendship ahead of the family. that kind of things means someone has reason to not see them equally and that the family has done something (or they have done something, but in claude's case it's the family who did something) to make them feel trust toward someone else more.

the fact that claude's parents not only didn't give him enough love but actively did things to him (or supported it by not stopping it - yeah looking at you Tiana) probably really did put cracks in his trust and feelings with his family. like, with the information we have about his parents, i don't even know if they'd be sad if he was killed.

would they feel insulted that someone took the life of royalty? probably, yeah... but i don't know that they'd feel all that sad about it, regardless of what uwu three hopes wants us to think about claude being the favorite child, because if he is then that means the king is absolute trash to all his children. if that's how he treats his favorite child? like forget it, no wonder shahid grew up to be a pile of stinky horse dung.

posting this in 2023. still angry claude hasn't been properly hugged. vicious and feral that little baby boy claude was suffering and not getting hugs and snuggies and crawling around in blankets.

ima be honest with you, i don't really even remember his grandfather doing much of anything for him/with him/showing particular care and/or love toward him and his grandfather was still better to him than anyone else in his entire blood family.

[rookflower]

For the opinion ask challenge How Do you feel about Swiftpaw?

sexuality/gender headcanon: never thought about it before. first thing to pop into my head is transmasc and aro/ace and i like that for him, so uh, that I guess?

rating out of 10: 7/10, there's not that much there but i gotta give it to him the guy makes for some great animations so that definitely factors in

fav thing about them: concise but incredibly impactful character arc for what is basically a background character to whom things happen offscreen. congrats of having one of the coolest deaths in the series, pal

least fav thing about them: i don't think there is anything to Actively Dislike about swiftpaw if i'm being honest, so again probably the fact that he's inherently not a very deep character. not necessarily a fault mind you, just limits my attachment a bit.

when i first started liking them: when he died LOL

favourite moment: i feel like this is self-explanatory

fav ship: n/a, don't think he ever really interacts with any unrelated cats in his age group. besides cloudtail i suppose, but uh, i don't ship them.

fav platonic relationship: brightheart! his apprentice/mentor relationship with longtail is also great, at least fanon-wise.

ship i hate: swiftbright.... they are cousins, sorry. i normally wouldn't feel to mention obviously gross non-canon stuff here but feel like this is a weirdly understated fact considering it's probably the most common instance i see of people accidentally shipping closely related cats.

prefer canon or fanon?: fanon! people have gotten some really cool things out of swiftpaw.

random headcanon: i like to think he grew up very close with his cousins cinderpelt/brackenfur/brightheart/thornclaw, due to being a similar age and not having any littermates of his own besides the deceased and dubiously-canon lynxkit. i also like to think he is named after the bird rather than the adjective, but doesn't tell people that because your prefix being a compliment is cool.

unpopular opinion: he shouldn't "have lived". listen, it feels mean to say that about any character who dies prematurely (just as a young adult in swift's case actually, since his ceremony was overdue), and i've seen swiftpaw lives aus that are really cool, but speaking canon-wise? swiftpaw's death IS swiftpaw's character, and if he'd survived happily he'd most likely be a boring background character who dies between books, or something. swiftpaw died for conflict and tragedy thank u swiftpaw

song i associate with them: neighbourhood ii (laika) by arcade fire

favourite map/amv/pmv: these feel like wildly easy picks and i know everyone's seen them already so im sorry. but come onnnn

my cat walked on my keyboard and added this: ff6666666666666666 , so that's her input

[radio-charlie]

People have a lot of reasons for telling you you're not as good at x thing as u think u are. From experience it's hardly ever because they care about u and are trying to assess you as you are.

Even if u aren't good at something that shouldnt stop u from doing it unless the whole world is depending on u being great at it for survival

People often do not have great reads on who's good at what sorry to offend

I was negged to hell and back when I was digging up shit abt the CIA and talking publicly about it because - surprise - when people want to discourage you from something that will in fact bear fruit, that you might be extremely good at, they will seek to undermine your confidence from a position of authority

Even people with good intentions shouldn't be given so much power over your life. If I'd let people tell me who I am and decide from head to toe how I felt abt that person I would've committed suicide ages ago

IOW: fuck it we ball