#and that is exactly what the people stirring the pot want to happen

[veritasrose]

I keep seeing a lot of misinformation around here, that usually takes me less than 10 minutes to find the truth of. And nearly it all is targeted at Jewish artists.

So before you hop on the justice train, use some of that passion to check sources and look at timelines. Maybe you will find some more info to back up your point even stronger. Or maybe you will see that bigots are using the people’s fervor to target prominent artists from marginalized groups.

And right now, anti-semites have a veritable buffet of opportunities to turn public opinion against folks.

[thehighladywrites]

— “Let’s try something new.”

pairing: professor eris x reader, feyre makes an appearance

summary: Eris surprises you with a little surprise before your exam. After a fun session you insist on going home, so your friends won’t see you. But what happens when he’s nowhere near?

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smutty scenes, fem reader, professor x student relationship, both are obviously of age,semi public sex, remote controlled vibrator, eris both slightly degrading and praising (love that),kidnapping oop👀

amara’s note: this is kind of a wild one, we also get new info of eris’s background👀 this is especially dedicated for all the eris haters and antis💗 if u find any typos, your eyes are deceiving you. Also yes I know reader getting kidnapped is SO 2014 wattpad y/n with her orbs getting sold to a mafia boss coded but it’s for the plottttt🫡🫡

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The sound of the loud fan and random coughs echoed through the silent lecture hall, the only sounds where the clicking of mechanical pens and the rustle of turning paper.

The literature exam wasn’t really something you were worrying about since you were dating eris so you just sat there looking pretty, thinking of ways to have fun with him later on. Life really was more beautiful when you didn’t have to worry about stuff like exams and hard work.

Eris always taught you the night after anyways. And it was much more fun being in his bed as he’s teaching you things, giving you rewards if you answer correctly and punishments if you answered incorrectly.

Your thighs clenched at the idea and you subtly bit your thumb at the thought of tonight.

You felt a zap in your lower stomach, clenching your legs even harder as you remembered that you had a vibrator in you. That’s right, you nearly forgot about the way Eris had slutted you out on his desk before asking if you wanted to try something new today.

He had pulled out an oval shaped, bright pink little vibrator. It was shapes like a U so that it was nestled deep against your g-spot while stimulating the clit at the same time.

At first you were a bit embarrassed at the way he just casually put it in your palm for you to examine. His eyes had darken at the way your cheeks had heated. The goosepumps, indicating your excitement, almost made him pounce on you again.

“It’s not very big. You sure this will feel nice?”

He smiles, gently pushing your hair behind your ear before planting a soft kiss on your plush lips.

“I assure you, you will feel pleasure.”

You decided to be petty, stirring the pot a little.

“Interesting. And how exactly do you know that this feels nice? Have you tested it on other girls?”

His lips twitch in a smirk.

“I’ve tested it on myself.”

Your eyes widen at his casual answer. Eris in bed playing with himself sounded like grade A masturbation material, holy fuck.

His smirk only widened at your shocked face.

“Why deprive myself of such pleasure?”

You nodded, your mind feeling a bit fuzzy.

“Uh-huh. You really shouldn't. And neither should I. So, please put it in me.”

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

You obey, lolling out your tounge as he puts the toy in your mouth for you to wet.

You hop of his desk and turn around, bending over as you push your skirt up. His hand massages your ass before slapping it, enjoying the way you yelp.

Eris glances down at his F.P. Journe, clicking his tongue at the amount of time remaining before his hall fills with bothersome students.

He can’t wait for the day you graduate and he can finally leave this fucking place. There’s really nothing keeping him here anymore except you. He finally found a legal business he can use as a front so there was really no need to keep playing professor.

It really fucking irked him that teaching a bunch of hormornal idiots was the job his father had decided to use as a front for the business. But money had to come legally from somewhere right?

Convincing people that the mansion was an ancient family estate passed down through generations proved ridiculously easy. Despite the entire place being new, the idiots didn't bother checking the details.

You wiggle a bit, trying to get him out of his thoughts before the doors infront of you opened. Eris quickly put the toy in with a grin, not surprised by how easy it slid in considering how many times he had you finishing on his tounge.

You rise and shift your weight between your feet, ensuring everything feels just right.

“Oh, i just feel light pressure. Will people hear it?”

“No, not at all. Do you want to try it out before you sit down?”

You nod then almost fall to your knees at the strong vibrations. Letting out a sharp gasp you grab onto his shirt, curling your fist in his shirt.

“How do you feel, my love?”

You take a step closer, resting your head on his steady, beating heart.

“Good. I feel really fucking good.”

Once again, he slaps your ass and this time it feels so much better.

“Mind your language.”

Grabbing his shoulders, you jerk him down and kiss him hard, licking and biting his lips before grabbing your bag and using the side entrance to leave the hall, only to come in with the other students through the big doors.

—

Class started 5 minutes late because Eris needed his hard on to calm down. He was for sure getting you back for it. So when he opened the doors, he told everyone you had assigned seats because of the exams when in reality, he wanted you to have the last row to yourself. There was no one sitting in the back except for you so there was plenty of room for some fun.

The test, a multi-page character analysis and study on one of the course books, was handed to you by Eris along with a few extra pens to occupy yourself. But you still tried your best. He was still your professor and you really wanted to show him that you belonged in his class, you wanted to make him proud of you.

All that flew out of your mind when he started the toy, making your whole body tense before relaxing.

Eris started explaining everything to the class and asked if anyone had any questions before starting.

Then the bastard looked dead into your eyes and asked while he upped the speed,

“Any questions in the back?”

You clenched your legs together and gripped your pen so hard it started to crack,

“No professor.”

He nodded, a ghost of a smile on his and told everyone to start.

Seated, you struggled to answer the questions, constantly distracted by him and the pesky remote tucked in his slacks. Squirming in your seat, your face warmed, attempting to swallow with a dry throat.

It felt so good, having every part of you stimulated. Your entire body was always on edge, goosebumps and heat flaring your body. The onlu thing you hated was that during these two hours of pure ecstasy, he didn’t let you cum once. You were only brought to the knife sharp edge and had pleasure taken away. You considered just fixing it yourself had it not been for your nerves and the other students there.

Finally the exam ended and everyone left to discuss their answers at the cafeteria but you stayed put in your chair, convinced that if you moved, there would be a big stain. When the last student left and Eris locked the doors, you stood up, grabbed your things and tried to leave the room. If he didn’t allow you to cum then you wouldn’t allow him to touch you.

Seated in his chair, he observed your every move until you reached the door. Just as you were about to leave, he pressed the highest setting, causing your knees to wobble.

“Tell me, dear. Why are you so angry at me?”

He approached, crouching beside you, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Okay, maybe he could touch you.

“I’m- wait, it’s too much, Er, please.”

Eris looked at you with mock sympathy and simply went on.

“Did you want to cum? Is that it, hm? My beautiful girl is angry because I didn’t let her cum in a classroom full of others? Are you truly that needy?”

His words mixed with the intensity of the vibrations had you seeing white. You came with a cry, head thrown back and hands grabbing his forearms in a steel grip.

“May I have some more?” you asked with a smile. In response, he mirrored your smile and gladly fulfilled your request.

—

After spending time with Eris in his office, he offered to drive you home, but you opted to walk to avoid being seen by friends at a nearby party.

You should have just let him fucking drive you home

The crisp autumn evening turned unexpectedly traumatic as you strolled home with your AirPods in. An eerie sensation of being followed grew, fueled by a black sedan trailing a few feet away. Heightened paranoia set in, prompting you to quicken your pace.

The car halted, and a tall, red-headed man emerged, his footsteps thudded against the dark sidewalk behind you. As he approached, tension heightened until an unsettling silence fell. Your fight-or-flight instincts peaked, and you turned to confront him, only to find no one there.

Annoyed and frightened, you turned around, only to encounter a wall of muscles but before you could scream, everything went black.

—

Feyre’s pov:

“The number you have dialed is not available right now-”

She tosses her phone onto the couch, wondering where you are. The plan was to get ready together before heading to the party she insisted on attending. She was informed if TA Rhysand's presence, and she couldn't resist checking it out.

She was starting to wonder where you were. You mentioned being ‘busy’with Eris after class, but this was dragging on. Maybe you just decided to bail, but it's odd since you're usually stuck to your phone, and she didn't get a text or anything.

Feyre got a bad feeling in her stomach and decided to pay Eris a visit. She knew it wasn't really appropriate to show up at his place, but that gut feeling wouldn't let go.

And if you were at his house, she’d simply murder you for ignoring her.

You had given her Eris' address a few weeks back, just in case she needed to get in touch with you urgently. Now, she really hoped this wasn't turning into an emergency.

She rolled up to Eris's place, this big gate in the way. Hit the intercom button, started talking.

“Hi professor, it’s me, Feyre Archeron in your AP lit class. Listen, I know this might be inappropriate or whatever but is Y/N in there? I just really need to know since she’s not answering her phone and I haven’t seen her since the exam. If she’s there it’s fine and I understand and I will get outta here but-”

Eris buzzes her in and bolts out to the courtyard before Feyre can even ask about his fancy estate.

Feyre's eyebrows furrow as only Eris appears.

“ Wait, where is she?” she questions.

Eris looks at her with panic, revealing that you left nearly an hour ago.

“Well, if she isn't here, then where the hell is she? Do you think something happened?” Feyre demands.

Eris's eyes harden, jaw clenching.

“Trust me, I'll find out,” he grits out before instructing Feyre to come inside.

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[likedovesinthewindd]

Hii I little angsty request but could you do one where reader comforts hobie after his Canon event?

Somthing where reader keeps rambling because she doesnt know how else to fill the silence and they end up having the- "do you want me to shut up" "No" "do you want me to leave?" "...no"- conversation

ok so in the movie itself it doesn't really go into detail ab what hobie's canon event is exactly, and a lot of theories talk about it being him killing a police captain. then there's also the shot that shows him throwing away his suit. in the comics he kills president osborne and reveals his identity so that could also be it but idk!! maybe i didn't catch it but i left it as ambiguous so that you could kinda go with whatever.

hobie brown x fem! reader

warning: mentions of death, ingury

wc: ±1400

a/n: this was slow-cooking in my damn drafts but i finally got it done.

The pelts of rain that fall against your bedroom door in their uncoordinated rhythm does little to lull you back to sleep as you thrash around in the sheets, your mind torturing you with the recurring thoughts of 'what if?'

What if he got hurt? What if he's lying somewhere, bleeding out and slipping right through your fingers? What if he was already dead, killed in cold blood by one of the many people against him and the message he so fearlessly and shamelessly carries with him.

You turn around in bed once again, willing the thoughts away as you try to focus on something less pessimistic.

You haven't heard from Hobie in days, haven't seen him even longer ago. It wasn't uncommon for him to dissappear like this—you almost expected it from him considering what he did—but it's never been this long before. The longest he's been gone was four days. It's been ten today.

You knew he could take care of himself, and you knew he could protect himself well. Hell, you've both heard and seen what happened to the people that underestimated him. But you still worried, it was in your nature to worry about him every time he left you. He knew this, and he'd do his best to reassure you in his own laid-back, almost cocky way.

"You worry too much, love. 'll be back before you knowit, yeah?" was what he'd always say, leaving you with a kiss to the forehead. You couldn't exactly remember what he said when he left days ago.

At that, your mind whirred back to life, the what if's and gruesome scenarios plaguing you for the umpteenth time this day alone. Before these thoughts could once again pull you into a depreciating hole of anxiety and stress, you shot out of bed, the cold air at once causing goosebumps along the expanse of your arms

You had to do something; move around, clean your room, watch TV, fold laundry, anything to get your mind off of things, even if only for a little while. You decided to make your way to the kitchen, make yourself something to eat, considering you've been too on edge to stomach anything truly filling.

The soothing voice of Billie Holiday filled the kitchen from the old record player, as you absent-mindedly stirred at the pot of pasta, the pan next to it simmering with sauce. Your reverie was broken by the sound of your bedroom window being slid open, followed by the thud of boots and a loud sigh.

Your heart sunk down to the soles of your feet, as you quietly yet excitedly made your way to your bedroom. There he stood, pulling at his mask, the rest of him soaked from the heavy downpour. He pulled the mask from his face, and once his eyes met yours, you knew something was wrong.

You made your way over to him, your socked feet trying to avoid the small puddle his boots had made as you took his cold hands in yours. He took a second to look down at where your hands connected, and released another tired sigh. "Bee?" you asked, trying to get him to look at you. He looked up at you with sullen eyes.

"Are you hungry?" you asked softly. You didn't ask him where he was, or what he was doing. He wasn't going to give you a real answer anyway. Not right now, at least. You didn't pry at that part of his life, although the various news reports and newspaper articles kept you more than informed most of the time. That was if they weren't being filtered through by the regime of the higher ups, them not very keen on telling the story how it really is. Much more interested in keeping their hands seemingly clean, and painting him as the bad guy; the wannabe hero trying to further worsen the state of the already near-apocalyptic nation.

He only nodded at you question, and you nodded along with him, already seeing that it was going to be one of those nights; where he much rather preferred you did all the talking, while he mulled over whatever event had occurred.

"Go take a shower, I'll finish up the food," you said softly, leaving him and returning to the kitchen. After a while he emerged from the bedroom, changed into dry clothes as he made his way to the kitchen table. He sat by the island quietly, watching you cook and listening to you as you talked about what you'd been up to. He didn't miss the small "I missed you, bee. You had me worried," thrown in.

It wasn't long till the both of you sat in your small living room after finishing your food. You could see he wasn't really hungry, but he ate just to give you some peace of mind. The sound of Billie Holiday was by now traded for Amy Winehouse, her beautifully gruff voice mixing perfectly with the sound of the rain that still pelted against the windows.

"—I knew she was only joking, but I was still scared as hell. You know how easily I get stressed out," you rambled on about whatever stupid story you could think of, anything to fill the deafening silence between the two of you. You, by now, were on your third story already, and you could feel how irritating you probably were. You were trying to get him to react, to snicker, laugh, make one of his sarcastic remarks, anything to tell you he was alright. You could see he wasn't alright, though.

He looked so tired, like something was eating at him, and it killed you to see him like this. It was obvious that whatever had happened was not just one of those nights, but something much more serious.

You followed his line of sight, where he had been staring at the coffee table with a blank stare, eyes trained on the cover of a newspaper you had bought.

"Do you want me to shut up?" you asked quietly, at your wits end. He finally looked at you, shaking his head slowly. "No," he added, voice gruff and deep from no use. You nodded, moving closer to him and placing your hand on his leg, giving it a light squeeze.

"I decided to buy one today, when I passed the convenience store 'round the corner from work," you started, "yeah...haven't read one in ages. There's actually an article about you in there, don't know how they managed to get that printed," you laughed weakly. "They called you 'Spiderpunk', I know how much you hate that," you added quietly, your resolve crumbling when the only thing you got out of him was a scoff. Usually he'd go on a tangent about how much he hated the term, but tonight he was so quiet, so sullen it actually unnerved you.

"I'm here if you want to talk, you know that, right?" you asked, and he gave you a nod. "Perhaps not right now, but when you're ready, I'll be here. I'll always be here. Even if we end up never talking about it, it's fine." For a moment his face faltered, looking as though he desperately wanted to talk to you about whatever happened, but the words got stuck in his throat, making him swallow dryly.

"D'you want me to leave? Give you some space?" you asked again, and when his eyes met yours, you could see every hidden emotion in them, every unsaid word he so desperately wanted to utter to you. The sight made your heart clench. How badly you wanted to wrap your arms around him, make him forget, but if he wanted distance, it was what you'd give him.

Once again it was just the sound of Amy Winehouse and the downpour filling the small room, along with Hobie's deep and steady breaths against your collarbones.

"No, stay a bit," he said, and you nodded once again. You moved impossibly closer to him, finally wrapping your arms around his neck and engulfing him in an embrace. He accepted your affection, responding by wrapping his long arms around your waist and practically pulling you into his lap, placing his head on your shoulder and letting out another exhausted sigh.

He can only hold her, miss Winehouse sang.

[dollita-fawn]

        Camping               

paring- ignis x fem reader

decription- during yet another night of camping with the chocobros, you discover your tent is unusable for the night. you end up having to share with ignis.

25 days of Kinkmas DAY 2 - claustrophilia

       NSFW WARNING:

                 contains- Needy Ignis, brief dry humping, unprotected sex, brief fingering, spoon fucking, both touched deprived, claustrophillia, amateur writing

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"Ahh... I've been trying to make this stew for hours and it just won't come together," Ignis sighs heavily, putting down the wooden spoon he's been stirring the pot with and running his hand through his hair.

It's the end of a long day, and the group is in an isolated encampment, exhausted from another day of hunting and crisis. You've noticed Ignis trying to cook, but something has clearly gone awry, and the usually calm and collected advisor is beginning to become a little frazzled. Gladio is setting up the tents meanwhile Noct and Prompto are playing around. "Need some help, Iggy?" You ask.

"You needn't bother yourself with this," he starts, "But yes, I could use an extra hand." You can see he's starting to get frustrated, a rare sight. You take it into your own hands and work your magic. The stew just needed some thickening up and luckily you had decent cooking experience. Using an old trick, you solved the issue. "Impressive. I wasn't aware you could cook." He hums in approval, noting your hidden talent. "Oh it's nothing...really." You counter modestly. That was another thing Ignis noticed about you, constantly denying and undermining your own skills. He always found that trait endearing.

"It's getting dark," he starts to fix everyone's bowls, "how are the tents coming along, Gladio?" You glance over to see there's only two out of the usual three tents pitched. Usually, Prompto, Noct and Gladio would share the 3 man tent and you and Ignis had your own smaller ones. The boys thought it would be the right thing to do to let you have your own tent, since you were a lady. "There's a giant hole in this one," Gladiolus grumbles, "dunno what the hell happened." It's a shame you wasted your gil on that tent for nothing. "So where exactly am I sleeping tonight then?" You ask, even though you're pretty sure you already know who you'll be sharing with. "You're gonna have to share with Ignis," Gladio confirms your assumption, "ours is cramped enough as it is." You nod and sit down with your bowl of stew by the fire, enjoying the warmth.

Iggy and the others follow your lead, scarfing down their food quickly before heading to their designated sleeping spots. You're the last one to head to bed, actually savoring your food. You make your way to Ignis's tent after putting out the campfire. "Are you still awake?" You whisper softly, in case he isn't. He scoots over as much as he can to make room for you. "Yes, i'm up." You situate yourself, getting comfortable laying beside him. Being back to back, you can feel his warmth. Suddenly you're really aware of how cramped this tiny tent actually is with two people. You and Ignis have never actually been this close either. As he rolls over, you feel yourself stiffen. You can feel the heat of his soft breathing against the back of your neck. If you backed up even the slightest you'd be pressed right up against him. Part of you wants to, but you're too nervous to actually do that. You didn't want to make things even more awkward.

"Are you cold?" Ignis speaks up, his voice was soft but it still startled you. You shake your head in denial, you weren't that cold. "You're shivering." he counters. "N-no really I'm..." You're interrupted at the feeling of his body pressing against yours. His arms wrap around your waist, hands resting on your lower stomach. "I'll just have to keep you warm." he whispers softly into your ear, sending a tightening feeling to your core. You didn't know what to say. You're not opposed to this but you never expected to be spooning with Ignis at the end of the night. Not to mention, you hadn't been touched in a long time. His thumb was rubbing slightly over your shirt in comforting strokes.

As innocent as it seemed, Ignis found himself getting excited. He could smell the scent of your flowery shampoo. Your lower half fit just right against him. He felt like a pervert for getting aroused at such a simple thing, but he couldn't help it. He prayed you couldn't feel how hard he was. He's supposed to be a gentleman but being so close to you, feeling the softness of your skin against his was all too much. He could hardly control his urges.

In an act of desperation, he brings his hand under your shirt, brushing across your midriff. His hands were kind of rough yet soft at the same time, the sensation making you shiver. "Is this too much?" He asks. You shake your head once more. "No, it's fine." you reassure. In truth you wanted more. You definitely weren't cold anymore with the combination of his body heat and your growing flustered feelings. He rubs circles on your lower abdomen, gradually going lower and lower. He pulls himself tighter against you, one of his legs pushing between yours wanting to be as close as he can be. "Can I go further?" He asks and waits for your confirmation. At your nod of consent, his hand slides into the waistband of your pants. His fingers rub through the cloth of your panties. The situation felt so unreal you almost thought you were dreaming. It definitely wasn't a dream though, his teasing of your clit was making you even hotter. He could hardly believe his own actions. He's never been this bold and he doesn't know what's come over him. The feeling of your plush thighs and ass trapped right against his length drove him mad. His hand traveled underneath your panties to feel your wetness. His slender fingers rub at your clit for a moment longer before finding their way inside you. You were dripping wet, and so tight. "Ignis..." you moan softly. "Shhh," he hushes you, "Stay quiet for me darling. We don't want the others to find out, we'd never hear the end of it." You try to stay quiet, letting out breathier moans.

Your sweet sounds only fuel his growing arousal. His hips jerk instinctively grinding into you. He starts to pant in your ear at the overwhelming sensation. "I need you so badly," he breathes, "please..." His words made you tighten, you've never seen this side of him before. You slowly start to remove your pants, pushing them down below your thighs and allowing him an opening. "You can have me." you reply. Without hesitation he follows suit, removing his own pants and letting his cock spring free from his boxers. You've never been in a 'heat of the moment' scenario before this. It was thrilling to say the least.

He grips the base of his throbbing member, rubbing it up and down your wet slit before aligning himself at your entrance. Slowly, he starts to push just the tip in to get a feel. You clench around him, sucking him in. You let out a whimper, louder than intended as he goes deeper. His free hand quickly wraps around to muffle you, covering your mouth. "Shhh," he coos, struggling to keep his own voice under wraps, "quiet down dear." His tone was so gentle. He's now submerged as deep as he can reach inside you. Ignis starts thrusting slowly, letting out a low groan. "My word..." His pace begins to quicken as if he can't get enough, your slick walls milking him for all he's worth. The head of his cock hits your sweet spot repeatedly as he spoon fucks you from behind. You continue to let muffled moans into his hand. You're clenching around him so hard he can't control his hips. He ruts into you with desperate need, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he pants and whines. There's no way the guys in the neighboring tent couldn't hear. Everything was still and silent except for the two of you. All the lewd sounds of your pussy gushing with each thrust, the slight swish of the tent as his hips grind into you. This was the greatest thing Ignis had ever experienced.

His hand tightened against your mouth and he could feel your consistent heavy breathing from your nose. He could feel himself getting close. He continues pounding into you, his voice getting even more pathetic and needy as he feels so much needed pleasure. You start to squeeze down on him even tighter when you begin to reach your peak as well. "I'm so close," he whines into your neck, "you're gripping me so tightly.." He can't stop the jerking of his hips enough to pull out, you had such a tight hold on him. His cock twitches, painting your walls with his sticky cum. You release almost at the same time as he does, the desperation in his voice as he filled you- stimulating your orgasm. He starts to slow in his weakened state, hardly able to breathe from the ecstasy he was feeling. You felt his hand loosen its grip and fall away from your mouth, giving you the chance to catch your breath as well.

Completely drained, he pulls out of you and leaving you feeling empty as his seed starts to spill out of you. His body goes limp against yours, his face still burrowed into you.

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just imagine that you're in something with Erling and he sees a story/post about you with a man from your group friend and him being like " what's this ????" and feeling insecure, and then telling him "I don't care about him, I only care about you"

aaaaaa sorry for the rambling, hope you're having a good day <3

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You knew Erling too well. You noticed every little demeanor about his behavior that gave away certain emotions, especially when he didn’t liked something, and because of this, you noticed that something was really bothering him right now.

You eyed him again across the kitchen, still cutting some vegetables while trying to figure out what could be the possible reason for his annoyance. He looked amazing, even fresh out of the shower. Something about the slick back hair and the simple clothes he used around the house were so attractive to you that it was inevitable to eye him from time to time. That’s how you noticed he wasn’t annoyed five minutes ago. Something happened.

“Everything okay, babe?” You asked after a while, noticing how his shoulders went a little stiff, his brows furrowed while looking up from his phone.

You both exchanged looks before he shrugged, locking it.

“Uh, yeah, yeah… I’m perfect.” His tone was so serious, going perfectly along with his poker face, that you had to physically stop yourself from laughing right there.

Instead, you just arched an eyebrow in his direction, continuing your tasks of chopping vegetables and stirring the pot, hearing from time to time a huff or a sigh coming from Erling, making you smile a bit. Sooner than later…

“Can I ask something?” He said then, still flat-toned. You pursed your lips, trying very hard to stay serious when you looked up from the pot.

“Sure, what’s up?” His eyes followed your movements as you dried your hands and made your way around the counter to his spot. With you standing and him sitting on a stool, you barely made it to his shoulder. He was looking down at you with an illegible expression. “What is it?” You caressed his cheek, wanting to know why he seemed so upset.

Your touch had some effect because his gaze and posture relaxed. You made your way between his legs, hugging his waist as tightly as possible, looking up at him with a half-smile; you wanted to reassure him that you were there to listen.

“I just..” He began, sighing. “I dunno, I saw something that made me a little bit… Look, I don’t want to sound like a jealous prick or something, but…” He ran his hands through his hair, looking frustrated. “Are you, like… Seeing other people?”

The question shocked you a bit, but you couldn’t get really offended by it. You two weren’t exactly a couple, but your relationship wasn’t just a friendship. It was something in between that stressed you from time to time. You kept staring at him, trying to figure out where did that question came from.

“No?” You didn’t want to sound like you were confused, but… You were. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, uhm… I know we haven’t said anything about exclusivity ever, but I was wondering if…” He paused at the last second, biting his lip before shaking his head. “You know what? Let’s just forget that I said anything, ok? It’s dumb.”

“No! It’s not dumb. C’mon! What is it, Erling?” You shook him a bit, eager for whatever answer he was going to give you.

Why was he talking about exclusivity all of the sudden?

“Okay, okay! Here.” He took his phone again, typing for a few seconds before showing you the screen.

You squinted at first, unable to see clearly what was on it given how close it was to your face. After a minute, you saw a post on Instagram. The photo seemed familiar, and your brain took a while to recognize various of your friends' faces. Then it hit you: it was Brad’s post from his birthday earlier in the year. You didn’t saw anything particularly strange until you considered Erling’s point of view. You were almost sitting on Brad’s lap, making a kissing face toward his face.

“Oh…” A light blush started to cover your cheeks. Your eyes made it back to Erling’s face, who was looking back at you with puppy eyes. “That.”

“Yeah?” He seemed anxious for an answer, biting his lip again. “Then? Are you going out with him?”

“My god! No, no. I’ll never date Brad, gross!” You said immediately, wrinkling your nose at the mere thought of Brad being romantically close to you. “He’s just a friend. It was his birthday… Wait, how did you find that photo? It was at the beginning of the year!”

“Uh… I dunno, I was checking your tags?” He looked guilty, which made you laugh a bit. “I’m sorry, I just got a bit curious…”

“Don’t be sorry.” You hugged him again, kissing his neck in the process. “And, no. No dating Brad nor anyone else for that matter.”

“Well, are you sure he doesn’t want to? Seems like both of you are pretty close…” He frowned again, covering his eyes with one hand after saying it. “God, sorry. I just can’t stand the idea of someone else… I’m sorry.”

“Babe! Stop saying sorry!” You took his hand, kissing it as well, just to have more physical contact with him, trying to reassure him in any way possible. “Let’s not talk about him, okay? I only care about you. I’m not dating anyone else, and I don’t want to.”

“Really?” His tone sounded hopeful, which broke your heart a bit. “Are we… dating-dating?”

You smiled, noticing how dumb it sounded to just ask something that at all times was obvious. You gave him a little peck before answering.

“What are we doing here if not dating, love?” You giggled when his face just gave away confusion, excitement, and shyness that weren’t typical of him. “Do you want me to officially ask you to be my boyfriend?” You teased him, enjoying how he blushed and looked away from you.

“Oh, shut it.” You both laughed before he held you closer, kissing you multiple times. “I think dinner is about to burn, baby.”

“What?!” You panicked, looking back at the stove, where your pot was safe but seemingly in danger of spilling all over the counter. “Fuck! Let me get that.”

He let you go, laughing when you gave him a serious look, thanking every God that you still had a dinner to serve.

“Ah, what a girlfriend I have, huh?”

“Oh, now you shut it, Haaland!”

But you couldn’t be more grateful for his laugh and your newfound relationship status.

[malevolentcast]

you probably already know about this but an articles been put out about rusty quills shitty business practices and general shady behavior. if you havent already, you might be getting messages about it soon. just wanted to send a heads up in advance

Yes I saw and read it.

I'm choosing to believe the motivations of those involved, in spite the poor optics of them being from another network (and even quoting what "they" pay as an example of "good" companies), were an attempt to be morally just. That is to say, I have no ill will towards the author, their editors and everyone who contributed.

To be clear; if Rusty Quill has treated employees poorly they should be held accountable, I say if not as a way to not believe those affected but because "alleged" is used more than a dozen times in the article.

Additionally, no employer should ever yell at an employee. Again, if that happened, they should apologize and do better.

That being said…

I don't appreciate articles speaking on behalf of me or, frankly, trying to rope me in without my consent or request. I recognize they weren't attempting to give me a voice, just those who are affected, however the author has only now allowed shows to reach out, after the damage has been done and chose to speak for me nonetheless. Additionally, the article says that if I remain silent, it's because I can't speak out - which is just nonsense.

From my experience; I've had nothing but great experiences with Rusty Quill. They're a network. They host my show. What else do I need them for? Contracts, NDA's and all the legal aspects that the article seemed to make such a big deal about… are very normal. I think this is part of not understanding how large companies work.

For example; I saw tweets upset that people shouldn't have to sign an NDA to look over a sample contract which… is exactly what you do when you're looking over a sample contract.

I was a General Manager of a small rental company for 10 years prior to trying my hand at Audio work and renting a water cooler had more stipulations than RQ's agreement. Contracts are meant to be all encompassing. If you don't agree with stuff, you cross it out and ask it to be changed. If you’re upset at the way large companies work, your fight is misdirected with addressing just one company. The article also mentioned something about "Taking Money Upfront" and stuff like that, which failed to mention you don’t HAVE to take money upfront - furthermore - most shows on RQ did not do that.

In any case, this isn't meant to be a dismantling of the article. I don't want to invalidate anyone's experiences or frustrations. Who knows what more may come to light, all I can speak of are my experiences and frustrations.

So why I'm frustrated? Well, I saw a few tweets and posts boycotting RQ shows, which included mine. So that sucked.

Overall however, I think the article was done in poor taste and felt like virtue signaling more than something trying to be helpful. I think, personally - and I say this with all the genuine sincerity - it seemed written from a perspective of inexperience and naivete. It is not the Watergate scandal people think it is.

And for the people who are upset that "peoples lives were ruined" when they were let go… yes I'm sorry people lost their jobs. I lost the aforementioned GM position as well when the owner of the company sold the company out from under me. Not because I did a bad job or because I made a mistake, just bad luck. It sucked, sometimes people lose their jobs. That doesn't mean I can't have an opinion on what I feel is an article meant to stir the pot. After all, shouldn't I express my perspective as a show on RQ (which, like, isn't that what the article was meant to be about?).

Anyway, those are my thoughts. For what it's worth I think you should still read the article! It has some great thoughts…

…but with all things, read it with an informed opinion; remembering that it was written by the Director of Marketing for another Podcast network, who references their own network within their "expose" as an example of a network with "good practices", during a time that they're recruiting for new shows and that every single show on that Network has openly supported the article - retweeting it almost instantly, during the final days of their competitors successful Kickstarter.

The disclaimer on the article about the Authors association with F&F wasn't put until AFTER they were called out. Odd that an expose on uncovering the truth would be less than transparent when posting…

[forget-you-morelike-fuck-you]

With This Ring- E.M.

I CANNOT WITH THIS IM SIMPLY DECEASED.

Pt. 2 <;> Pt. 3 Honeymooners (Sequel)

Eddie proposes.

TW- Tooth rotting fluff, vague mention of smut right at the end.

Pairings- Eddie Munson x Reader, Friend!Steve and Robin x Reader

Word Count- 2,329

(Gifs and images not mine, credit to owners!)

“You ever think about… getting married?” You ask, looking to the couch from the kitchen. Eddie looks up in shock, his eyebrows disappearing behind his bangs.

“Uh,” His cheeks flush with pink. He had indeed been thinking about getting married. He most definitely wants to get married. The proof is in the ring he has hidden beneath his bed, one of his own, resized to fit your hand. “Yeah. I’ve thought about it.” He tries to be nonchalant, but as you look at him from the stove you can’t help but feel deflated.

“Do you… not want to get married?” You look back down at the pan and prod at the chicken you have cooking.

Eddie is nervous. Obviously, he doesn’t want you to know he has a plan. Could this question not have waited just a couple more days? “I never said that princess.” He gets up, crossing over to you and lacing his arms around you. He pulls your back into him, and he presses sweet kisses to the side of your head, right above your ear. “Maybe just not quite yet.”

You try to let it go, but he stays with you, putting his chin on the top of your head. “Why? Do you want a big, white wedding?” Eddie asks. You scoff, a little annoyed. Tells you he doesn’t want to get married yet and then asks what you want when you do?

“I mean… I guess we have plenty of time to decide that.” You mutter vaguely.

No we don’t… Eddie thinks. Still, he feels bad for fibbing.

You two have been together for 6 years. You’ve talked about marriage before, but it’s been a long time. You’ve been content to take it slow, but with people you’ve known from school getting married, starting families, it makes you ache for that in a way you never have.

“Well, even if we do have time, it’s still nice to dream about it, right?” Eddie asks, trying to get you to confess exactly what you want. “Don’t you have an idea of what you want our wedding to be?”

Your heart flutters at his words. Our wedding. You can’t help but smile sheepishly thinking about it.

Stirring the rice in the pot next to the chicken, you think. “Well,” you begin. “It doesn’t need to be big. And I don’t think I want to wear white either.”

Eddie nods, his arms rubbing up and down your sides. “What would you want to wear? Black? Red?”

“I want to wear blue.” You muse. The picture of you in Eddie’s mind is angelic in that moment. He loves when you dress in his style. But there’s nothing more beautiful than you being exactly who you are.

“Blue, huh? I guess I’d have to match. Not my usual style, but I guess I can swing it just for you.”

The thought of him in a tux, baby blue tie and pocket square, standing at the end of a flower-filled aisle… It makes you shiver.

But it won’t happen any time soon. Not when Eddie is just starting to land more gigs with Corroded Coffin.

You still can’t help but giggle, laying your head back against him. “And I want there to be stars everywhere. And twinkling lights.” You say. You think back to your first date with Eddie, walking around Hawkins with ice cream in your hands, ending up on the high school’s football field, staring into the sky. You talked for hours before he walked you home, much to your parents’ dismay. But you simply lost track of time. It was like you finally found the piece you’d been missing all your life.

Eddie remembers too. And he promises to make it happen for you. “That sounds nice. What would we dance to?”

You bite your lip. You’ve been thinking about this for a long time. “I Wanna Know What Love Is.” You respond. The chicken is done, so you and Eddie waddle over together to get the plates, both of you laughing as you try to walk in sync. “It’s a great song. And we both like Foreigner. So even though it’s not metal, technically, I think it’s a pretty good compromise.” You shrug. You finally look Eddie in the face, and he’s beaming. He leans in for a kiss, pulling your chin to meet him in the middle.

“Foreigner’s super metal, baby.” You give a laugh and go sit to eat.

When Eddie brings you to his show a few nights later, he’s more nervous than usual. You give his hand a squeeze and kiss his cheek. “What’s wrong Eddie? Are you okay?” You ask, your brow furrowing in concern.

He looks at you, biting his lip to hold his smile back. “Yeah, we’re just debuting a new song tonight. I hope everyone like it.”

This is news to you. You sit in on rehearsals when you can, but between work and Eddie’s busy Hellfire schedule it’s hard to make it every time. “Oh, I haven’t heard it.” You say, and he just smiles.

“It’s really new. We’ve only been working a few weeks on it. And besides, I kind of wanted it to be a surprise.” He confesses, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth again.

This is strange. He’s always so thrilled to show you new things he’s working on. D&D campaigns, riffs, lyrics… everything. You haven’t even heard him practicing anything remotely new at home.

You try not to question it as he leaves you at your table, front and center, as always. Robin and Steve are supposed to be meeting you here, but you don’t see them yet, so you just sit and wait for the waitress to come take your drink order.

Soon, you feel hands on your shoulders, a loud “Hey!” coming from behind you. You look up to see Steve, his long, fluffy hair almost covering his eyes. You immediately stand up to hug him, Robin coming just behind him.

“Hey! I’m glad you could make it! Eddie just told me they’re debuting a song tonight. Did he tell you?” You ask them.

Of course, he did. Ever since the mess in ’86, Eddie and Steve have been two peas in a pod, pretty much co-parenting the teenagers. And of course, Steve is going to tell Robin too, so they’re both vibrating in anticipation of the night’s events. “What?” Steve asks, trying to cover his excitement. “No! He hasn’t told me anything.” Robin just keeps her mouth shut and shakes her head. She knows she’d spill as soon as soon as you saw the lie in her eyes.

“I bet it’s gonna be great, though! I mean, metal’s not really my thing, but Eddie’s band is pretty cool.” She blurts. The delivery would almost raise your suspicions more if Robin wasn’t always like this.

“Okay, well, come on, sit down. The show’s starting soon.”

And so you do. A waitress comes to get your orders and soon you’re sipping your beer as Corroded Coffin takes the stage. There’s a lot more people here than you were honestly expecting. Their fanbase has been growing so quickly these days. People have been coming from Kentucky and Ohio after hearing about them through the grapevine.

Then Eddie steps onto the stage, beginning the show with an incredible riff he took weeks learning. “This is a cover of one of the greatest songs of all time, Master of Puppets.”

The crowd goes wild, and you’re just beaming at Eddie, completely enamored. His fingers move so quickly across the strings you can barely see them moving. He’s tried to teach you before but it just didn’t work out. You simply don’t have the patience for it. You’ll stick to piano.

A few songs go by, your beer glass is empty, and Steve and Robin are actually having a really great time, jamming out even though they don’t know the songs very well.

Eddie finishes the current song with a flourish, swinging his guitar all the way around his body before it lands back in his hands.

“This is our last song of the night! It’s a new one, and it’s dedicated to the love of my life, Y/N!” A spotlight hits you at that moment, almost blinding you. Everyone’s clapping and whooping and you laugh a bit. Dedicated to you? What is this? Not your anniversary, or your birthday?

“This is With This Ring. I love you, baby.” You can’t look away as he begins the song, a tear welling in your eye. This is the sweetest thing he’s ever done for you.

“My girl, she’s like no other. I should just thank her mother, for letting her go out with me! Her dad he doesn’t like me, tried to hide her just to spite me, but I broke into her window just to set her free!”

You laugh at the memory. He accidentally broke the lock on your window when he was trying to sneak you out after about a month of seeing each other.

“You know I love you baby, but the times are getting crazy, so I just really need to know… Will you take my heart, don’t break it? Will you stay through thick and thin? Then I promise to adore you and with this ring I’ll always love you. Say you want me, say you need me and you’ll make my dream come true. Now and always for forever, with this ring, I wanna marry you!”

The realization makes you gasp, tears letting loose down your face. You look at Eddie and he looks right back, smiling brightly and giving you a wink.

A flash goes off right next to your face, and you look at Robin, who’s holding a camera, her eyes welling in tears in happiness for you. “I thought you might want to remember this!” She yells over the music. You go to crush her in a quick hug, then you look back at Eddie, who jumps into the second verse.

“My baby’s getting better, the way she talks is clever, likes books and stars and lightning too! The other day she told me, she doesn’t need no fame no glory, wants a wedding where she’s wearing blue!”

You’re a bawling mess now, you can’t believe this is happening. Steve and Robin are both rubbing your back in support. They’re crying too.

“You know I need you lover, now I want you to discover, what it’s like to take on my last name… Will you take my heart, don’t break it? Will you stay through thick and thin? Then I promise to adore you and with this ring I’ll always love you. Say you want me, say you need me and you’ll make my dream come true. Now and always for forever, with this ring, I wanna marry you!”

He finishes the song as he walks down the steps of the stage toward you, with the final strum of his guitar, he pulls a little square box out of his pocket. As gets down on his knee, he opens it, and you let out another sob of joy. It’s his favorite, a silver ring resembling a thicket of thorns, but there’s a new addition. A little, deep red gem sits in the center. You look up at Eddie, who has tears coming down his face now too.

“Y/N. I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I’ve been waiting for you for so long. And I promise, I’ll give you your wedding with the stars and the lights. And we’ll wear blue, and we’ll dance to Foreigner.” He has to stop as he lets out a light sob. One hand comes up to your face, and you press your cheek into him. Everyone is waiting with bated breath.

“Please, Y/N, will you marry me?”

You’re crying so hard its hard to speak, but you nod vigorously, “Yes!”

With that, everyone erupts into cheers as he slips the ring onto your finger. He pulls you to your feet and lifts you into the air, spinning you around. And you kiss him like the world is collapsing around you.

“I love you, Eddie!” You cry into him. This is the absolute happiest you’ve ever been in your life.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He cries with you, his deep brown eyes holding so much love for you he feels like he’s going to burst. You wipe the tears and sweat away with your thumbs before bringing his face back to yours.

“Hey, Y/N!” Robin exclaims. You turn and laugh; it seems like no one has a dry eye in the whole place. “Congratulations! I know it might be a little early, but you know, if you need a maid of honor, I’m available!” You laugh again, holding out a hand to one of your dearest friends.

“Of course, you’re my maid of honor!” You exclaim.

“Hey, what about me?” Steve asks, sniffling. “Wouldn’t I look nice in a dress?” This sends all of you into a laughing fit.

“You can be a bridesmaid too, Steve.”

The rest of the night is filled with congratulations, showing off your ring to anyone in sight and kissing the man you’ve been destined for all your life.

As you get home, Eddie lifts you bridal style over the threshold, sending you into a fit of giggles as you kiss his face. “Welcome home, Mrs. Munson.”

“I’m not Mrs. Munson yet, Eddie. And you’re supposed to carry me over the threshold after we get married.” You laugh.

“Oh, so I guess it’s too early to consummate then?” He asks slyly, giving you a smirk. You bite your lip and shake your head.

“Definitely not, I think.” You play along, staring into his beautiful doe-eyes. “Then I guess we’d better get to it, Mrs. Munson.” And like that, he’s hurtling down the hall to the bedroom, both of you laughing all the way there.

[xjulixred45x]

This is a crazy drabble request. I love stirring the yandere pot unfortunately. Basically Yan Higuruma and Yan Nanami did something bad to Necro. They destroyed a sentimental item from her days as a necromancer and she was so hurt emotionally they ran to one of the "safe" adults she knew which is Shoko or Kusakabe. She refuses to see them and I am curious how they will handle it and try to get Necro's forgiveness

ANGST TIMEEEEE!!!

Platonic Yandere Nanami/ Higuruma x Necro! Reader: you'll be Back.

She had forced their hand.

It was her fault that this happened, not them.

What else were they supposed to do? When she had done nothing but disrespect them day and night? When she had tried to leave their side when all they wanted was to help her? save her! and yet she had the audacity, the courage to make them see themselves as the bad guys....

is what they both repeated to themselves while their home was in an unusual state of tranquility, whether for better or worse, the house always had some type of noise (laughter, chatter, crying, shouting...) but For some time now the disturbing sensation was replaced by tension.

Both Kento and Higuruma were fighting so hard not to explode at each other, not to let all that repressed anger come out and continue to maintain the calm man façade, but it was extremely difficult without the only thing that normally held them together.

reader.

who had recently fled, and to make matters worse, it seemed that he was constantly changing locations in order to avoid them and not see them (with good reasons that they did not understand) with people whom they had to put up with for the sake of their relationship with their daughter.

But it was already taking its toll on them, they couldn't live like that.

how did they come to this?

They were aware that the nature of their relationship with Reader was not healthy, normal, or even good for any of them, but despite everything they had done to her, Reader returned to them, and they could not live without her. It was a vicious circle.

but it seems that the reader underestimated the nosibity and how far the jealousy of the two psychopaths with whom she shared a roof could go.

It was simply an ancient gadget, given to them by their original parents, perhaps that's why both Kento and Higuruma had some animosity towards it, but they didn't do anything especially questionable...until one day a fight escalated and became especially hectic.

The reader wanted to believe, she really wanted to believe that it hadn't been on purpose, that it had been an honest mistake and that they would apologize to her in some way. but said apology never came, and they acted as if nothing had happened, like when she threw a "tantrum" they ignored her screams, it was exactly the same, but she thought it would be different...

and the only thing she received was a hardened look and a "we are the only family you need, everything else is worthless" from those who had stolen her from said life in the first place..

It was too much...

and deep down Nanami and Higuruma knew it.

They knew that what they had done was wrong, of the damage it caused, that they had to refrain from going after the reader and trying to help her collect the remains of her relic, that they would have liked to have done it another way, but they were so closed to each other that They couldn't even begin to describe that...

and now there was the question of what they would do to get the reader back, there had to be a way, but it would be almost impossible with people like Kusakabe or Shoko around, they couldn't risk losing this opportunity, not again, not now.

They were both sides of the same coin, two opposite extremes, but they couldn't live without it. Without HER.

They need him, they hated each other, she hated them, deep down, they KNEW it.

They knew that the reader would surely be better off with the safe adults who generated so much rejection, they knew that the reader would be a better sorceress than either of them could become if they let her. They knew she had so much potential, a possible life and future ahead of her AND THEY DIDN'T CARE!

No matter how many times they said or convinced themselves that this time would be different, it wasn't, because they would never let her be happy with someone other than them.

They were monsters, but they managed to forget that with the reader. and that was the only thing that mattered.

If others have to suffer, if SHE has to suffer, then so be it. They are going to be selfish. As many times as it takes to be happy, they WILL be selfish.

Until then they would have to find some kind of comfort and guidance in the overwhelming silence of the house, a silence that they themselves brought. while they dreamed of what would be the beautiful melody of a home again.

It was the only thing they had in common after all...

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

I'll try to make some Requests AND indulge in My Hades hyperfaction for now. Ok? Ok

[respectthepetty]

I am back to once again stir up discussion regarding color in Cutie Pie, and I'm doubling down on what I said about Kuea last time. KUEA KEERATI IS A BI-COLORED BOY.

Without a doubt, his primary color is red, and he's even pulling Lian's blue as early as episode one - but I started counting the number of times Kuea has worn yellow in the first 7 episodes. It's at least once an episode, sometimes the bulk of the episode. The lights in his Dragon's Lair house are both red and yellow. The car that Lian gets for him to drive in episode 7 is also yellow. At first, I wondered if he might be wearing yellow as a nod to Kon-Diao and their friendship, but the bulk of the scenes he wears yellow, he is with Lian or by himself. Lian even wears a tie with yellow and blue stripes. I'm gonna watch more episodes and keep track of the yellow a bit further, but I think 7 episodes with at one yellow shirt per episode is enough for me to declare Kuea both a red rascal and a yellow-orange oddity.

Thoughts, lol?

Kitty, you know what my thoughts are because we have been through this, but now I'm thinking that I'm going to fight you in a Texas Chicken parking lot! (I kid, I kid . . . or do I?)

Just because I wrote I'm finally getting on this bi-colored train due to how well I think To Be Continued is doing it does not mean I'm going to flip on Kuea too. Cutie Pie JUST got out of Petty Prison. And do you know why it was in Petty Prison? Because Kuea IS F*CKING RIDICULOUS!

He was lying and sneaking around when there was no need. He was coming up with these elaborate plans to hide shit when HE COULD'VE JUST COMMUNICATED! Which is funny because Yellow/Orange Oddities communicate. Sometimes too much. Like "telling people they need to poop" level of communication.

But you know who lies, sneaks, schemes, and stays on their bullshit? Red Rascals!

Which is probably why Kuea and Yi don't like each other.

THEY ARE THE SAME BRAND OF STUPID!

So instead of these two being honest with their partners, they hide their true colors because THEY ARE STUPID!

So this pendejo decides that Lian won't love him if he knows he wants to be a Korean Idol or whatever.

And he thinks Lian won't love him if he knew what Kuea's real major is.

And he thinks Lian definitely won't love him if he is speed racing Love-in-the-Air style.

But instead of this dum-dum actually giving up those things, or, I don't know, confessing to them, he decides to LIE, LIKE A LIAR!

So while Lian is trying to figure out exactly what version of Kuea he is about to marry, Kuea is hiding his real self which, ironically, reinforces his true colors since his scheming makes him even more of a Red Rascal. His color is literally always staring us in the face!

It's the red flag (or folder) that constantly comes between them.

Oh look! It's the other red flag between them!

And what's funny about this is Kuea gets mad at Lian for being cold to him when he is ACTIVELY LYING, so he runs off to his SECRET house where he has neon signs of his SECRET persona!

So the pot keeps talking shit about the kettle!

And the kettle has to figure out how to deal with a lying pot.

Which is to go along with his bullshit since Lian loves the idiot!

THEN CATCH HIM IN THE ACT!

Because Lian has always known who Kuea is.

He has known Kuea since that liar was a damn baby. Day one. Fresh from the womb!

The childhood merch wasn't for nothing!

So he knows the yellow isn't Kuea's. Because it's LIAN'S FAMILY'S!

You remember that great party that was happening for Lian's dad? The one where Kuea rejected Lian's proposal in front of God and all his guests?!

Look at that! The merging of two families!

But wait?! Why does Kuea wear so much yellow?

BECAUSE HE THINKS IT PLEASES HIS BLUE BOY AND HIS FAMILY!

This Slut for Christ could've been married to Lian YEARS AGO, but mentiroso had to keep lying and didn't realize that Lian loved HIM. Lian was doing everything for HIM! The story was about families, traditions, and old money versus new money, but when it boiled down to it, it was about loving Kuea for who he is, not because Lian was told to but because he genuinely loved that Red Rascal's lying ass.

So thank goodness Lian knows another ridiculous Red Rascal who he loves dearly, but also has learned how to fight a Red Rascal and their stupidity from.

So these two could FINALLY get together at the end wearing their true colors because it mattered who they were and not who their families were or wanted them to be. And that's also why there is still a little yellow in Lian's tie.

/\ <- This is a hill.

And I'm dying on it.

[foxcantswim]

Family Forgiveness Chapter 2 || F!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

I'm shocked at the responses I got from the first part so I made a second. Thank you so much. It made me so incredibly happy I can't even describe it. (This is my first Marvel related fic in a long time too so I am surprised!)

Enjoy, lovelies!

Y/N lives with America and Wanda. Wanda starts to lose control again.

Family Forgiveness Chapter 2

F!Avenger!Reader x Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Wanda needing a hug, America destroying a kitchen-

You stirred awake after the blinding sunlight peeked through the curtains. As much as you wanted to turn over and fall back into a deep sleep, you knew you had some business to attend to today.

You reached a hand out, seeking for your girlfriend. With a sigh, you remembered that she wouldn't be on her side of the bed today... It had been two weeks since Wanda had officially moved in and today was the first day she had to leave extremely early to visit Kamar-Taj.

A frown appeared on your face as you sat up. You had woken up a handful of times to Wanda not being there, she had been found standing on your balcony with her hands shaking by her sides - you had always been there to coax her back inside whilst pressing kisses to her fingertips as you moved. You loved having Wanda around, but the two of you still had a while to go before things seemed completely normal.

Finally, you rose from the bed to fully open the curtains before getting changed. You could hear the clanging of pots and pans coming from the kitchen in the process, you already dreaded what you would find.

"America!" you called as you left the room, "Why do I smell burning?!" slight worry filled your voice as you turned the corner towards the kitchen.

America quickly put her hands up in surrender upon seeing you, "I was just trying to make breakfast!"

"Breakfast?" you laughed, "What exactly...?"

"Cereal..." America mumbled, dropping her hands.

Shaking your head, you headed towards her, "I don't even wanna know. Just clean up once your done, okay kiddo?"

"Yeah, sure," she nodded, throwing a couple bowls in the sink. She handed you a cup, "I did, however, manage to successfully make a cup of coffee for you."

You hesitantly took it, "Mmm, thanks..." you took a cautious sip. It wasn't bad. But it wasn't great either.

"How is it?" she asked, "I tried my best to make it how you usually take it."

"It's er... It's good."

America looked at you with a suspicious look, but she shrugged and seemed to drop the situation before returning to her 'cereal'. You couldn't stop a smile from appearing on your face as you watched her. She had been extremely comfortable with you and Wanda around, Stephen and Wong even made sure to visit regularly to make sure she was doing well.

"You have that weird smile on your face again, mom," America said, nudging your shoulder.

"Ah, sorry," you cleared your throat before taking a long sip of coffee, "Just thinking about how everything seems to coming together. Feels like something bad should happen at any moment now."

It was true. The Avengers had been on the longest break of their lives, no threat had popped up to cause any alarm in a while. It was strange. The situation didn't sit well with anyone within the Avengers.

"You all deserve a break," America tried to reason, "Just enjoy what we have now. I doubt anything as bad as what we went through will happen at least."

It still hurt you to hear America mention what had happened. America always brushed it off, but you knew that she was still affected by what Wanda did all those months ago. You were just glad that her and Wanda were finally getting along.

Wanda bit her lip as a tear fell down her cheek, she folded her arms to try and bury her hands. She sat on the floor facing the corner, as far away from everyone as she could.

The people of Kamar-Taj had asked Wanda to use her powers to help rebuild a section of their sacred grounds... And of course she had to mess everything up. Everything was going perfectly well to begin with, she was in complete control of her magic. She was pushing up walls as people on the ground grabbed a couple loose bricks to help slot them into place. Things were going smoothly.

And then the whispers came. The Darkhold.

Wanda had glanced down at her hands, her eyes glowed a bright red. The memories of her hurting you and America back on Wundagore Mountain. She had destroyed the castle and every copy of the Darkhold in hopes of ridding it for good... But the dark whispers still haunted her. The things she had done were too great to forget.

Her magic had faltered, causing the huge wall to collapse and crush a student of Kamar-Taj. Wanda was quick to react to throw the debris off of the boy, but he had still obtained injuries due to the heavy bricks. Wanda had excused herself after this - running to the nearest building.

The whispers in her head were growing louder and louder, the darkness slowly consuming her mind and soul once again.

"Wanda."

A calm voice caused her to flinch. She knew who it belonged to.

"Leave. Now," her voice filled with anger. Anger aimed at herself, of course, "I can't control my magic, I don't-"

"Wanda, I'm not going to leave," Stephen sighed, approaching her,  "You know Y/N would literally throw me off a cliff if she found out that I left you on your own."

She still didn't know why Stephen was even caring for her...

"I'm a monster, Stephen. I hurt yet another person. I-"

"It was an accident," he tried to reason with her as he sat down next to her to place a hand on her shoulder.

"I can't control it," she brought her hands out in front of her, still shaking, "I'm too weak, I-"

Stephen scoffed, "Says the strongest magic wielder to ever exist. Don't tell Wong I said that, he'll kill me," that earned a slight smile from Wanda... He dropped his hand from her shoulder, "You aren't weak, Wanda. You have a lot of people around you who are willing to help you get through whatever you need. Myself, Wong, America, Clea... Y/N. Hell, even some of the other Avengers said they would help in any way they can to get you back on your feet."

"I will never understand why..." she mumbled, folding her arms to hide her hands once again.

You have a good heart.

That's what you had said on the day Wanda had come to her senses.

Your hand moved up to your opposite arm, blood forming on your sleeve. You shook it off of your hand before stepping closer. Wanda had just thrown a table from other Wanda's kitchen at you, the wood slicing through your upper arm in the process.

"Are you okay?" America whispered, a panicked look on her face.

"Y-Yeah," you took a deep breath, "Just a scratch," you offered her a reassuring smile.

Well. It was more than 'just a scratch'. But now was not the time to make the girl worried.

America held out a hand to stop you from moving any closer, you were about to protest but you decided to watch the scene in front of you unfold.

Other Wanda had your Wanda's face cupped in her hand, "Know that they'll be loved."

Wanda looked away, tears streaming from her eyes. You couldn't stop yourself from letting a tear of your own fall as you watched Wanda finally realise that she would never have her children back.

That was when America decided to take you and Wanda back to your original dimension. Wanda's sad gaze still remained on the floor upon returning. You gulped before walking towards her finally, America silently worrying for your well-being in the process.

"Wanda..." you sighed, kneeling down in front of her.

"I'm sorry," she choked out, a hand coming to rest just under where she had hurt you, "Y/N, I didn't mean to-" her eyes frantically moving around, unsure as to whether she should look at the wound or in your eyes.

"It's okay," you wrapped your arms around her neck to pull her in to a comforting hug, "Nothing I can't handle." You felt her shaky hands reciprocate the hug after a few silent moments.

"I opened the Darkhold. I have to close it. No one will ever be tempted by the Darkhold again," Wanda muttered as she squeezed you tightly once more. She tried to pull away, but of course you wouldn't let her.

"W-What does that mean?" you asked, scared of what her fate might be. You pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.

Wanda's frown never left her face, "I have to go, Y/N."

Shaking your head, "Don't you dare leave me," you glared at her, tears starting to well up once again.

"I-I have to go. I have to leave so I can never hurt anyone ever again. I-" You knew she was wanting to destroy herself alongside the Darkhold. You weren't about to sit here and let that happen.

"You won't hurt anyone again," you pulled away to grab her hands, holding them tightly within your own, "I-I'll be here to make sure of that. I'm not leaving you, Wanda. Please..."

"I have nothing left, Y/N," Wanda let out a sob, "My boys, I-"

"You have me, Wanda," you pressed a kiss to the top of her hands, "I promise. You will not hurt anyone ever again. I'll always be here for you because I..." the words got caught in your throat, unsure as to whether you should say them or not.

"Y/N?" she whispered, confused at your sudden silence. She was concerned as she looked at your face which was contorted as you got lost in your thoughts, "Are you okay-?"

"Because I love you, Wanda. If you leave, I will- I will be really angry, okay? And you don't want to see me when I'm angry," you tried to act tough in front of her, despite the tears falling down your reddened cheeks, "Don't leave. Come back home. With me."

Home.

Wanda felt her chest tighten as she continued to listen to your words, she looked down at your still connected hands.

"You... love-?"

"How could I not?" you cut her off, doing anything you could to keep her there with you.

"But, after all I did-"

"You have a good heart," you said, silencing her effectively, "You just need to learn how to use it."

"Y/N..." her voice shook, one of her hands escaped from yours to gently cup your cheek.

"We can learn together," you smiled sadly at her.

Wanda had never been more grateful to have you in her life. And she knew she would continue to be grateful.

She just wished you had told her that you loved her sooner... Perhaps it would have stopped her from causing the chaos and destruction across the multiverse to begin with.

A familiar hissing sound came from behind Wanda and Stephen, the latter turned to look.

"I got her," Wong announced as he stepped through the portal with you on his heels.

Stephen nodded before standing up, "Thanks, Wong," he sighed before looking at you, "She's all yours." He and Wong smiled sadly at you before leaving the room to give you some space.

The sad frown on your face was heavy as you quickly approached Wanda, "Wands..." you muttered as you looked down at her, you hated how small and weak she looked.

"You didn't need to come, Y/N. I-I don't need you," Wanda said, the sadness in her voice failing her.

"Whether you need me or not, I'm here," you took a seat in front of her, somehow fitting into the corner of the room, "I told you I would be here for you. Even if you push me away like you've done before, I will still do whatever I can for you." You reached out to pull her hands away from their hiding spots, "I'm guessing these are the culprit for your sadness again, hm?"

Wanda let out a shaky breath as she nodded, her eyes glowed a feint red. You could tell that she was growing angrier and angrier at herself as time went on.

"Well. I'm sure the people here at Kamar-Taj are glad that you have these powers. Rebuilding would take a lot longer without you."

"But I'm the reason they even need to rebuild in the first place!" she exclaimed.

All you did in retaliation was place a kiss on each of her fingers, "You were blinded by rage, Wanda, we've been over this. You're trying to help them get back to where they started and that's all that matters."

"I hurt someone else. Again," she gritted her teeth, her jaw clenched in sadness and rage.

"Accidents happen, Wands," you sighed as she turned her gaze away from you in frustration, "I know you're angry with yourself. But it will be okay. We've always ended up okay, you and I."

"This will happen again. I am a monster, Y/N. I-"

"You aren't a monster, Wanda. You are strong and you will get over this. Those stupid whispers and noises in your head don't control you. You control them. You know I'm here to help you control them if you need me, too. So is America. We're both proud of you."

Wanda looked back up at you, her eyes glossy, "My head... It hurts all the time," she admitted, "I-I thought I completely destroyed the Darkhold. But it keeps trying to pull me back in. I don't know what to do. It's been almost a year and I still can't-" You could tell she was starting to panic.

You quickly pulled her into a hug, Wanda's own arms didn't hesitate in coming up to wrap around you in response, "One step at a time, Wanda. Your family isn't going to turn their back on you. I love you so much." The two of you simply enjoyed each other's company as you continued to tell her that everyone would be okay. Wanda's shaky breathing was slowing down as was her fast heart-rate. "Wong said you can come home early with me to rest. America and I will make some food and we can all just take it easy for the next few days. Focus on our family... If you'd like?"

Wanda buried her face into the crook of your neck with a nod, "That sounds nice," her darkened thoughts were clouded as she held you closer, the feeling of you effectively blocked out the whispers.

The thought of just building more on her family with you eased her mind. She desperately wanted to make things right with America, too.

As if on cue, a large blue star appeared out of nowhere.

"Errr... Mom?" a concerned voice broke the two of you out of your hug. Wanda looked over her shoulder to see America stepping into the room.

"Are you okay?" you quickly asked as you stood, offering a hand to help Wanda up.

"Y-Yeah, everything is just peachy," America laughed nervously, "I just... Wanted to know, theoretically of course... If Mom's powers were able to put out fire."

"America!" you exclaimed, quickly running over to the star-shaped portal.

Another stray tear left Wanda's eye as she watched you grab America and drag her back through the portal, frantically shouting at her and questioning about where and how the fire had occurred.

Mom.

Wanda's frown turned into sad smile as she made her way over. She was ready to start giving this 'family' a proper try.

Like before, I don't know if I will make another chapter. I have a few ideas but nothing concrete so sorry! Thanks for reading!

(Don’t mind me being an idiot by making another chapter - Chapter 3)

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The Bad, The Worse, and The Downright Idiotic

A Wiatt Nicholson Analysis

YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I HAVE WAITED TO VERBALLY KILL THIS DUDE. I HAVE BEEN STRANGLING HIM WITH MY MIND SINCE THE COLLAPSE OF THE BUILDING. AND THIS IS WHY.

DISCLAIMERS!! : One, I have absolutely nothing against any of the writers on this show! You all are doing a fantastic job for how small this series is and I do genuinely adore the work you guys do < 3. Second, I want to make it clear that I do not condone anything Sara has done on her own terms. And she has done bad things on her own terms. She has done horrible things and I do not think that should be brushed under the rug. I do, however, believe her to be redeemable. 

(side note I did get a lil sidetracked when talking about sara, whom I also have strong feelings towards and'll prolly get her own rant in the future)

What has Wiatt done?

Now Wiatt seems to have his heart in the right place, however good intentions hardly amount to much when your actions directly cause death, suffering, and irreversible damage.  

He can’t tell that so much of what’s going on is because Litho knows he’s going to lead people directly into his own plans. This especially became evident in the last episode. Did he not remember the risks of anything relating to Litho?? Why on earth would he think it was safe for Pen, Lisa, or even Hayden whom narrowly survived? 

I know by this point to take everything character’s say with a grain of salt (and I know this isn’t directly Wiatt’s fault either), but I really wanna get into what Hayden said while yelling at Wiatt. He states that since he arrived at dreamworld, someone has gone missing every week. Wiatt has worked here for at least a year. Even considering taking a month off for the collapse fiasco, that is 47 weeks. 47 people. THAT IS INSANE. Even cutting that number in half for hyperbole’s sake that’s still 23 missing people since Wiatt started. Jesus christ man. 

What else has he done? He broke Starlight after recklessly jumping into a hole, got wtdw!rainbott seemingly mindwiped, recorded entirely private and frankly unrelated moments and UPLOADED them, been responsible for the deaths of his coworkers (to name a few anyways), and what does he have to show for it? A police station that thinks he’s insane. He couldn’t possibly have been more tactless trying to convince them to begin an investigation. 

It seems he thinks that because the people he’s against are bad, that automatically makes him good - in the right - but he is so blinded by his sense of a binary wrong and right he fails to see the horrible things he himself has caused. 

Against the Antagonist

I wanna talk about Sara for a second. From what we’ve learned thus far, and I know we haven’t gotten all that many Sara scenes, almost all of what Sara does seems to be attempting to clean up a mess she made many years ago, in comparison to Wiatt who does absolutely nothing but stir the pot.

Sara is stuck here; she is bound to Litho and cannot escape no matter how hard she wants to. She had friends. She’s doing what Litho wants because she has to. We saw what happened when she tried to defy him. Wiatt is only here because of one connection, but could literally leave whenever he wants no harm no foul.

Now the Norman thing I am curious about, because so far, I can’t figure out why 1. she killed him in the first place and certainly 2. why she kept the footage of it. She never seemed to hate Norman, if anything she would be against him for clearly being infatuated with Andrew, and I can’t really blame her for that? I mean nothing is enough to justify murder, but it wouldn’t be in cold blood. I’m also assuming this is before Dreamworld Entertainment due to the fact that Norman seemingly had no involvement. Another odd thing not only was he rebuilt to look exactly like he did when he was alive, but he retained all of his memories as well, and was given a higher power among the staff of Watchful Eye Toys, with memory control himself.

Whatever happened during his death must have been important.

But back to Wiatt. All of Sara actions, albeit terrible, were calculated and she did what she believed was necessary. Wiatt has no concept that his actions have consequences, so all he does is messy things up, making everything far worse than it needed to be.

Why should I care? (Comparison to Eric)

At the very beginning when Eric is first introduced, we are given no reason to care at all about him. I mean, we know he was friends with Lewis but that’s not enough to really grow any attachment to him. We start learning little facts about him, but when it really clicks is during the secret tapes.

Seeing Eric outside of the main plot, his real personality, his hopes, his dreams, his struggles starting from a young age up until how he is today. We’re given the chance to build connections with him and see him as a real person, a character with depth. Knowing his motivations and what built him makes it so easy to grow extremely attached, making any horrific things hit much harder.

Now moving back to Wiatt, we really don’t get to see the real him. We see him once interacting with Lewis, but even that was simply for plot relevance. We really know nothing about him. Even his transition, which would be so easy to capitalize on seeing as the viewership of Dreamworld is highly LGBTQ+, and many people would relate. But we get more about Mike’s transition than Wiatt, and he’s only ever had one real scene as himself.

That’s not even dipping into who Wiatt is as a person. What are his passions? Who are his loved ones outside of just Lewis? What was school like for him? What got him into the mechanic business? Who took care of him after his parents died? I understand this can be hard to smoothly integrate into a story but look how well it worked with Eric’s tapes.

Now this is getting much more into the writing side of the show, but I think something that's kind of lacking is character building filler. As much as having a concise plot is nice, without scenes or even full episodes dedicated to fleshing out our cast, it makes it really difficult to connect.

There’s so so much of his character to explore that we just never get into, and it kinda makes it hard to root for him when there’s nothing backing his character. Just like, a few more tapes of Wiatt would be plenty, something outside of Lewis. I would love to see his relationships with other characters (you cannot build a sense of character off one single relationship), how he views himself, just anything.

Its incredibly difficult to analyze a character when they seemingly have no depth.

In Conclusion

I am not a fan of Wiatt as it currently is (understatement of the year), but good god am I persuadable. I just want Dreamworld to give me a reason to root for him. Something to sympathize with, relate to. Have him improve. Allow him to realize his mistakes, and become a better person for that.

I don’t think he’s a lost cause.

But give me a reason to believe that.

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sentence starters from my wip fics, pt. I

please do not add to this list nor repost the list as your own. tw: mentions of murder + attempted murder.

I just fell for that, didn’t I?

Is it because you like me so much?

I bet you regret this now.

Your heart’s pounding.

You’re too empty headed to know much of anything.

Oh, come on! I know something about seduction.

I know you’ve never heard of it, but some people have friends.

I don’t wanna hang out with the dork gang, though. Just you.

Yeah, well I’m an asshole, so we’re even.

I couldn’t sleep because you weren’t there.

Is that your way of flirting?

You’ve never gone to these lengths before.

You can be a real smart ass sometimes, you know?

I wanna see a different side of you today.

You made one mistake though—you didn't disarm me.

Kiss me.

You’re definitely not boring.

What are you thinking about?

We have to learn to confront it at some point.

Can you wait to kill me until I finish breakfast?

What’s the matter? Jealous?

I’ve never been more serious in my life.

[ Name ] won’t shut up about you.

Stop pretending to be mad.

It’s part of my evil plan.

I’m not repeating anything [ name ] told me in confidence.

You shouldn’t be so vulgar.

We both know we’re not a couple.

You can’t keep just walking away.

Stop being corny, I’m tired.

You look peaceful when you sleep.

I don’t think you think I’m serious. But I’m always serious!

I didn’t go looking for this.

I don’t like trusting people.

Please keep your feet off of my desk.

Wow, you’re so stoic and unafraid of threats!

How much of anything was real?

Was this the truth you wanted?

Past me had shitty taste.

You're so much more than that.

So, we were lied to.

This is really pathetic, you know.

Why should I go anywhere with you?

I have some ideas, but you have to trust me.

I see your cruelty's still intact.

Shit, you're really pale.

Would you stop trying to leech off of the traumatized children?

I don't have time to detail the extent of my work to you.

Why can’t you just talk to me like a normal person?

Yeah, well, I can deal with my shit myself.

Isn’t everyone so much happier without me around, stirring the pot?

I’m tired. Can your love confession wait until tomorrow?

No good deeds go unpunished, or whatever.

I got two people killed… er, technically maybe three.

Tell me another one of your preachy, boring life lessons!

Careful, I can hear the cogs turning in your head from here.

No one here is ‘okay.’

You didn’t have to come, you know.

We both know what I did.

Don’t give me some shit about ‘finding yourself’ and ‘healing.'

Hey, don’t think of it as bribing! Think of it as… a reward for putting my best foot forward.

Jeez, am I the only topic of the rumor mill?

You fell asleep on me.

I guess movie night is a good sedative.

I think I did something. Something bad.

Why do you have to make a joke out of everything?

You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.

Why were you so out of it last night?

You know, they’re not so bad if you would just get to know them.

Hey, where the fuck have you been?

Why would I forgive someone who tried to kill me?

Well, shit happens!

You’re either plotting to kill me in my sleep or you’re in love with me.

Are you asking me to stargaze with you?

Life doesn’t need to have some big meaning, I guess. I mean, I’m happy right now.

I come with tidings!

It's a cake that says, 'Sorry for trying to have you murdered!'

I can’t trust your big mouth.

What do you do when you disappear during the day?

I’ve never exactly been in a relationship.

At least take me out before talking about commitment.

Why do you spend time with me?

I’m learning more about you. The real you. And I… like [ them / her / him ].

Wow, you’re lame as shit.

Wait, so you’re seducing me by accident?

You two really like each other, huh?

Wow, your voice is so sexy in the morning.

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Idk if you've covered this before but what are your thoughts on Porky having a movie about Ness n pals? That scene is rapidly spinning around in my noggin

This turns my cerebral matter into a rotisserie chicken on a spit as well. Part of what's so fascinating about it I think is how much we don't know about the film. How did Porky make this thing?? Are the characters we see on screen paid actors, re-enacting the events of EarthBound for his amusement?? Or did he somehow, through timetravel shenanigans or a deranged obsession all those years ago, actually record Ness n' pals' adventures?! Did Porky himself write a script for this movie, or supervise the editing? Is it documentary or dramatization? We don't see any frames that feature Porky - one's gotta wonder how he presents himself on the silver screen. Like, did he clip out all the times he acted like a total scumbag? Did he change them, so that to an audience of suckers, the esteemed King P seems like a hero too? Or is it presented exactly as it happened, 'cause in Porky's eyes, he really was the hero of this story all along?? I feel like a dedicated fan could make a case either way for every one of these possibilities. And all of them carry haunting implications in a bazillion different ways. ( Lots more beneath the cut. )

What we do know is that this movie's mere existence says a lot about Porky's fixation on the past. New Pork especially - but other areas too - is littered with callbacks to EarthBound, loads of shallow & off-kilter recreations of objects & imagery from Porky's childhood. It's as if he's trying to resurrect everything he's nostalgic for, and superimpose it onto a totally different world. Dude's lived a bazillion years, he's probably had all kinds of crazy experiences in that time. But he's still only got eyes for Ness, and Onett, and that one very special adventure. He's grandly presenting his origin story to a generation of future-people, and presumably expects them to be just as terminally nostalgically enthralled as he is. But these people don't have the context to know what it means. They can't grasp it as anything other than a cartoonishly wacky adventure film. They probably don't even know it's depicting real events (however skewed it may or may not be)! Or that these child heroes almost definitely grew old and died ages ago. The thought of Porky putting forth something so important to him, something that means fucking everything to him - and his flock of brainwashed followers just not getting it at all - is like??? Boil me down into soup and stir the pot around. Pour me in a Campbell's can and don't open it until the end of the world. Agh.

This applies just as much, maybe especially so, to Lucas. Something about it always feels deeply unnerving to me, when I reach New Pork's movie theater on replays. Piloting Lucas n' company to stand there, in the dark, juxtaposed in front of a past they can't possibly comprehend. A past we, as players of this series, identify so strongly with! But our new protagonist flat out just isn't a part of that old world. He's got nothing to do with it, and no clue who Ness is. His fight with Porky is so present and personal… I don't think Lucas is carrying on a mantle here, even symbolically. Porky wants very badly for him to be the new Ness, a worthy opponent who'll "play" with him, to rekindle the same adrenaline he felt when he last fought his old friend. But Lucas is his own person with his own motives. And he's not playing, either. You press A in front of that screen, and you get nothing special in terms of flavor text. 'Cause it doesn't mean anything to Lucas. Porky's memories simply aren't Lucas' baggage.

There are a lot of moments in Mother 3 that turn nostalgia on its head. Makin' stuff that oughtta feel familiar and heartwarming turn queasy in your tummy instead. Making you reconsider why you cling to childhood memories, and whether or not they blind you to future possibilities - like they do for Porky. The movie theater's probably my favorite of these moments.

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omg i finally remembered my password!!! lollll

i came to see you write for bb? omg that was my childhood,,,

since i read ur other posts/thoughts on bb, may i ask for headcanons on how you think alois would feel knowing he is actually the son of the earl (*retch*)? or just you know ur overall thoughts on it lolll thank youuu!

Hi Cece! I hope you've been well! And yeah I write for Black Butler now lol. I've been hyperfixating on that show and manga alongside Honkai Star Rail, soooo yknow how it is lol.

You absolutely can request this! I'm about to rub my hands together like a lil gremlin and put this all into words because I have a LOT ok--

a/n (1): i assume you want a x reader for this? let me know if that was alright! :) i dont think alois would be able to get through this revelation without a confidant/companion tbfh

a/n (2): just for people to know that black butler is a fandom (that I write for) where I will only write for older!ciel and older!alois. I will likely write those two between the ages of 18 and early twenties

Older!Alois Trancy - discovering the 'truth'

Again, and I mentioned this for those who aren't familiar with my post and a crack theory I saw circling around; the idea is that Alois is actually THE Alois mentioned in season 2. You know, the son of Earl Trancy and his late wife who offed herself due to the "kidnapping" of her son? So, imagine Claude suggested this fabricated story, thinking it too unbelievable to possibly be the truth, only for the young, naive 14-year-old Alois to think it perfect to trick his "uncle" with. In this case........ it wasn't a fabricated story by Alois when Arnold Trancy came over. "Jim Macken" is his name, the name given to him by the couple who adopted him as a baby.

Anyways...

In no way do I see him taking this news well. That's the understatement of the century, but you know what I mean.

Even if Claude didn't yeet him into the afterlife and nom nom on his soul at the end of S2, I can still sort of see the rivalry between him and Ciel throughout the years. Either way, I digress: let's say Alois - for one reason or another - is able to celebrate a few more birthdays past his canon age of 14. So, now he's a young adult and is suddenly staring the cold, cruel truth right in its face.

How, exactly, the truth of him being the biological son of the late Earl Trancy being discovered is something that could have happened in many ways. The most likely way I see this happening is that Claude got pretty tired of Alois' "boring" soul and decided to stir the pot. It isn't out of the realm of possibility to see Claude unearth some secrets of the Trancy estate in order to... alter Alois mental state so that it may affect the "flavor" of his soul.

Now, in Alois' extreme grief and PTSD coming back full force upon such a horrific revelation, his soul is now more appealing to Claude (yippie -_-).

No servant in that household is prepared or equipped for the incredibly detached and (even more) unstable young man they serve under. Most days I can see Alois staring blankly, mind going at super speeds. Hardly anyone can get through to him. But, as I said, the flavor of his soul is now more appealing to Claude. That little shit knows what he did stirring the pot and is waiting patiently for his mental state to "burn even hotter."

I can only see Alois working through this if he had a companion. In this case, the reader. They are a human, they have emotions, they can understand him. It's really all they can do to help him through such heavy news. And even if Alois is older now and has mentally and emotionally matured ever-so-slightly (i am a firm believer he has bpd but that's another can of worms), he is still in the process of growing as a person. So, having an actual person in his life whom he trusts and cares for deeply, and boy does he care deeply (scorpio energy fr), he will not ever forget it nor will he ever let them go. They are his rock, his safe place, his only anchor to the world. If he can't trust anyone, then he can trust them. In fact, it may just be the catalyst towards a future marriage proposal.

[opinated-user]

Catching up on stuff I missed and that whole debacle with Batman’s food just doesn’t make reasonable sense no matter what way you slice. Why do you need to show a receipt for buying cat food? Does this person not know what a receipt is for? It’s mainly for being eligible to return an item if it wasn’t satisfactory to your tastes, but you can’t just do that with food, because you have to have ruined the packaging in some way in order to use it. No store is going to take back a cereal box someone opened up because the cereal turned out to be stale. You keep receipts for shit like buying clothes in case the clothes might not fit, which is actually what happened to me a few weeks ago when buying new jeans so there’s an example right there.

And second, this has to assume that Courtney wouldn’t, you know, feed her cat, like she said she was going to. What kind of person would just intentionally starve their cat, if they weren’t already abusive to their pets? The fact that she considered pawning off her laptop, which is going to have long term consequences in any capacity, just to feed the poor guy shows she clearly was really to take the long term hit just so she doesn’t have to lose her cat.

And third, how the fuck does this relate to Lily using money that was supposed to go to Mikala (not sure if that’s spelled right) immigration fees to buy a new desk. This is a giant stretch to put those on the same levels of seriousness. I can reasonably understand that Courtney’s current situation could mean that she can use some of the money meant for cat food to buy other things, since I can reasonably assume that her Ko-fi was made for that purpose, and Courtney’s character means she would probably be upfront if that’s something that happened, and good on her for doing that anyways, she seems to be tight on money as is. Meanwhile, Lily committed actual fraud. I’m not sure if this could count as charity fraud, but even someone like me, with no law experience, clearly knows taking money meant for something big and spending it on something else is legally questionable.

THERE WAS AN ENTIRE CONTROVERSY LATELY WITH THE COMPLETIONIST HAVING DONE EXACTLY THAT, WHY DID NO ONE QUESTION THIS

Sorry if this is long-winded and redundant at this point, but I saw that whole thing when catching up on the LO drama and I just needed to vent my whole frustrations with that.

i have to thank you, anon, for putting everything i have felt about that particular situation so succinctly. after everything was said and done, i have a strong feeling that sparky was behind those messages. just like i'm almost sure that he was behind all the "apparently" messages that LO is getting with archived links of our posts. why? because that's exactly how he used to talk to me just to hear my response. the only times we talked at all was when he wanted to bring some new thing that LO had said or done. that without even bringing up he confessed to Brittany he just likes to stir the pot to see what happens. that's his way to try to sympathize with you, to show you that he is on your side. "i bring you all this stuff that you can use against the people you dislike, so that must mean that i'm good in your eyes, right? only a friendly person would do that!" nevermind that even back then, i'd find weird the frequency with which he did it because... sometimes he'd share completely innocent and small messages from LO and i'd have genuinely no idea of how to respond because they were completely useless to prove anything. that's the exact same thing he is doing with LO, but he has upgraded now to just completely lie or intentionally misrepresent everything to self that distorted version back to LO. LO's being played like a fiddle, just like he played all of us for a while until he revealed his true colors. i have no doubt in my mind that only an individual acting in bad faith would seriously try to take me trying to talk about LO scamming her audience, literally going out of their way to copy my words, spamming me with multiple messages even after i blocked their IP by using a VPN, as somehow Courtney being the one to scam everyone because she didn't show the receipts for cat food. but of course that LO only cares about having something, anything, against the sibling that is dennouncing her, so she won't bother to use reason, logic or even check if the allegations are true before just publish them for her audience to stick only with whatever she tells them. they already believe that a 6 year old can be blamed for the abuse perpetrated by an adult after all!

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These students in Connecticut hosted a multi-school Pride conference

Last year, we awarded $500,000 in grants to schools across the U.S. for student-led projects that support LGBTQ+ youth through our 50 States, 50 Grants, 5,000 Voices initiative. Just over a year later, it's time to see how their projects turned out!

This school in Connecticut used their grant funds to host Valley Pride Conference, with a day full of workshops about gender and sexuality, activism, safety, dating, and so much more!

We asked student Aaron how it went:

What did you hope to accomplish with your grant project? Do you think it was a success and if so how?

With this Grant project we hoped to bring a Community together, A community of Students who needed to find a space that was not just safe but a space where they could be free to speak with one another and learn what it feels like to be in an environment where there was no hate mixed in with the respect that they were given. It was Just respect. Along with that, we hoped that students could find a space where they could learn about the things that maybe wouldn't have learned otherwise, things concerning their own personal safety along with the safety of those similar to them. With this in mind, I believe that we did exactly what we had planned. We brought these students together and through our different workshops, these students were able to learn according to their own personal interest and they were able to meet and talk to people who may have similar experiences to them. 

Has it made LGBTQ+ students at your school feel more seen and supported? How so?

Although I can’t speak for everyone, I know that this event has certainly made me feel more seen and supported and I know that it has done the same for others. It's not often that our school does something for its LGBTQ+ students if at all, and I know many other schools are the same. I have high hopes that maybe this event will help stir the pot for change in both this school and in many others. I know many of our school's student that may have wanted to attend this event didn’t get the opportunity to for many possibly reasons but I hope in years to come, that these same students find it in themselves to come out of their comfort zone and join the safe space that we have tried our best to create. 

What surprised you most about the process of completing your grant project?

What surprised me the most about the process of completing the grant project was simply seeing how many people were absolutely eager to be participating in the event itself. We didn’t know what the outcome would be but even when all we had was an idea, we wanted this to happen and so did many others. Even after the registration due dates had passed, people still wanted to participate. We had a community of people eager to be united. 

What has the reaction been to your grant project?

At this event we had about 80 students and teachers join us and I am certain that if we did something similar in the years to follow, we would have many more. We had a real community in this conference and many of the students I had the privilege of speaking with both during and after the conference could not stop talking about the amazing time they were having being able to speak with people who could understand them on a deeper level than most people in their lives. They absolutely loved the workshops and I know a lot of them walked to the bus afterwards with big smiles on their faces. These students were glowing and I know this conference made an everlasting impact on each of their lives. 

What was the most exciting part of participating in this program?

I believe the most exciting part of participating in this program was simply seeing everything all put together and seeing everyone together. I knew from the beginning that this event was going to be an important one but it wasn't until I saw the room filled with students that it really occurred to me what we had accomplished. All the work that everyone had put into it and all the time it took suddenly seemed absolutely worth every second. 

What message do you want to share with LGBTQ+ youth as the new school  year begins?

The message I want to share with LGBTQ+ youth as the new school year begins is that even when it seems like the world is crashing down and you are struggling with whatever you may be struggling with, there is a community of people who have your back and will stand with and support you. You are important, and even when you seem small, everyone has the ability to help make a difference. 💜

Stay tuned for more and see all of last year's grantees here: itgetsbetter.org/blog/meet-the-grantees