#and will someone spell out that 2% is 1 out of 50

[satoru786]

⚠ CAUTION ⚠-DON'T USE MINA SUBLIMINAL‼️+ EXPOSING MINA AND OLIVIA

Its my first and last post...i made it cause i just want to warn u all

Ignore errors cause english is not my first language

Stop following anyone blindly

I am not that anon but i think she got some mind bjt she wasted in proving this much

I m not going to type so much cause i m super lazzzzy i am just going to attach some pics if u have mind u will get it i am not going explain everything cause i am not your slave...anyways lets start

I am not going to use word Proof cuz Olivia had already used it so much 🤣🤣.... lets go with confirmations .....

Conformations

1. The profile pic of Olivia account that she claims is of mina *they are same person*

ORIGINAL PIC... DON'T ASK ME HOW I GET IT I M JUST LUCKY 🍀

Its from a girl name @melikesaygin11 on insta

Some of the post of her focus on the face and tatoo in pic 1

I will show u magic... Ready... hope u r not blind

2. As long as i remember Olivia said that she have some million followers on insta i found her account on friday 16 she have less then 50 followers but she deleted her account now but luckily i have taken screen shot of her all post (she claims that she posted her pic) and in the proof provided by her she have posted 88 topics letsssss seeeee......... Wait and watch

The 1st pic in the set is presented by her as proof but she hides her face

These are the major proofs but if u want more i am guiding u..

He mercedes google lens the all the pic u will find that the car is own by girl name laporscha... maybe some spelling is wrong

All her post she claims with mina just focus on the locket and go to the saygin account u will find it

Her nickname is jodie she attached her fb account there

Her subliminals are not safe i am not forcing u can use at ur own risk ur life ur rules

All her proof pic u can find it on tik tok of the saygin i dont find it because it is banned in my country.. Just go for old posts

Maybe i even got the real account(confirm from my side) of Olivia aka mina aka jodie not going to mention it cuz dont want increase the drama... but it have around 4k followers.. Where the hell are other 49996000 followers are..

Some of u be like- Now Olivia is exposed wht about mina?

Hmmm ..good question..

Girl in profile pic and posts are same wht about claims of Olivia

.. And mina agreed with every post of Olivia even reblogged it.. so.. Hope u get it. ITS ALL FAKE..

The question arises why i m doing this...

I am sanatani and its my dharma to guide everyone but to be honest i am least interested to warn u all as the someone has said that“Never wrestle with a pig because you'll both get dirty and the pig likes it."  Positive energy is much more powerful than negative energy. If you stay positive, the negativity can't touch you...

SOME PEOPLE BE LIKE - WHT TO DO NOW?

Just little bit motivation for u all listen VOID is real and i m guarantee this because my religion is oldest and in vedas and upanishads they claims that one who attain shunyata or zero state aka void can manipulate the reality....***Even one of the holy book which is known as SHRIMAD BHAGAVAD-GITA it have divine knowledge given by lord KRISHNA who is the supreme power or almighty himself. If you will read it with perspective of void you will get the hidden message in few lines (***this is not proved cuz its my ideology).

U just have to let go everything

U dont have to listen subliminal or anything else just let go

Just in case If you are reading this i will think my energy is invested in a good place and my hour is not wasted..

Peace out..🕉️

@unicornjoking1111 @luckykiwiii101 dont be sad focus on ur self..

[fanby-fckry]

🩸 simply-moxxie Follow

22 hr. ago

I had the weirdest dream last night?!!

I don’t even remember what happened, all I remember was this voice at the end: “You CAN’T trust him. He probably just wants you to draw his stupid horse.” What?!? I follow people who draw horses! I like horses! Why are they being attacked in this way?

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1 min. ago

It was a premonition.

#sir. #i cannot draw your horse #i can’t draw at all actually #please commission an artist #id in alt text #irl source

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1 hr. ago

gotta love knitting needles. i can make a scarf. i can make a hat. i can stab your eyes out. i can make mittens.

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1 hr. ago

What was that middle part?

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46 min. ago

i can make a hat

#irl source

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1 hr. ago

Any Overlord dead after 1940 can’t make quality entertainment. All they know is WcDonalds, recycled content, planned obsolescence, be bisexual, eat voot loops, and lie.

📺 voxblr4k Follow

49 min. ago

Fight me irl you fake ass motherfucker! I can’t suspend your account but I can kick your ass!

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49 min. ago

I don’t believe you can do either of those things, Vox :)

#real radio demon broadcasts #irl source

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3 hr. ago

i can't do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!

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50 min. ago

Area Man Who Has "Had Enough" Wakes Up Next Morning at 6:30 AM to Commute to Work Again

#irl source

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52 min. ago

The fucking fake Alastor account stole my joke!!1!

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51 min. ago

Son of a bitch his post has more notes than mine!

#un-fucking-believable #he should be hiding in shame like the real alastor #but he’s out here stealing my fucking posts??? #fuck this fuck this fuck this

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1 hr. ago

What should I get at international hellhouse of pancakes?

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1 hr. ago

alright

#id in alt text #irl source

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⚪️ Anonymous said

isn’t it disrespectful to write fics about someone you killed irl?

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Jul 3

I have no respect for Adam. Hope this helps! <3

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2 hr. ago

can’t believe Niffty managed to Kill Adam a second time

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2 hr. ago

#niffty lady #adam

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2 hr. ago

any overlord dead before 1940 can't use modern tech… all they know is radio, make shitty dad jokes, smile, be asexual, eat people, and lie.

#shitposting in 4k #vagueposting in 4k #irl source

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5 hr. ago

Look at this shit-ass sine we found in the living world

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4 hr. ago

[Image Description: A sign for Lucama Global Methodist Church; Those who eat the Devil’s corn will choke on his cob! // End Image Description]

And it’s spelled, “sign,” sir.

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4 hr. ago

country boys make do

#thanks for the id Moxx #irl source

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5 hr. ago

Fanby’s Fake Dash Masterpost

#meta #fake tumblr dash

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[alliekitaguchi]

i've got my dorym tinfoil hat on again

sam said some shit in this recent 4sd episode that has me a little sus

in terms of how the truth contest went in the feywild with nana morri, sam said: "orym had some good stuff that we haven't delved into yet really. but like... he was talking about his loneliness, and his... um... you, you said--"

the hard cut off and immediate switch to a different topic really made me pause.

the only other thing he could be talking about was the "i really miss dorian and sometimes i think that's okay, and sometimes i think it's not." because i don't think that anything else orym said during the game of truth was that shocking, especially not in relation to orym's loneliness or his feelings.

then, later, when talking about orym's deal with nana morri: "i feel like [orym] could use a love of his life at some point, but how is he going to do that if he's stuck in the fey realm?"

so here's me standing on my soap box:

liam and sam are best friends. they clearly talk about the campaign outside of the campaign. if ANYONE is going to know about what's going on inside orym's head (besides matt and liam), it's gonna be sam, who has probably talked about it WITH liam.

sam, famously, has spent every campaign trying to make sure liam gets some sort of happy ending, whether it was trying to save the wish spell for vax, or creating a character whose sole personality for about 50 episodes is dedicated to protecting liam's character, almost to a fault.

obviously sam can't and shouldn't spill liam's secrets on 4sd because 1) he's not liam and 2) they're making a show, and even though they (as the players) can know character secrets, the audience can't.

i think sam was going to say he was talking about his loneliness and his feelings about dorian and sam realized how that was going to sound, or that it may reveal something, and he cut the conversation off and switched topics to the ladies.

i also feel like sam was insinuating that orym could have love if he wanted it... almost like someone who may have feelings for him is right there, just out of reach, especially if orym potentially will end the campaign under nana morri's grasp.

i'll also point out that robbie daymond, on the very first episode of 4sd, famously said that dorian had feelings for someone in bells hells and when marisha asked if it was imogen, he happily moved off of the topic.

anyway. this could mean nothing. BUT IT COULD ALSO--

[jellyfishloversblog]

So I've been thinking of this story for a while now and decided to make it so before we start I just wanna say a few things

1.im new to writing stories, so if you have any advice please say it just don't be rude or a bitch about it

2. I type fast, so there may be spelling errors and most likely Grammer errors(my Grammer fucking sucks)

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DOUMA X CHILD READER

(Douma goes more insane and attempts to murder all of the upper moons, not including muzan)

Tw:child murder, attempted murder, insanity,violence, cussing, decapitation, mentions of child abandonment, douma gets jumped

It was the dead of winter, and douma was walking back to his cult after finishing his battle with a hashira. When he heard a noise coming from a bush, he decided to investigate it, and when he looked into it, he saw a child curled up into a ball with a mess hair, messed up outfit while crying.

Douma didn't know what came over him he felt an emotion come over him, was it sadness, pity, he didn't know what it was but the one thing he did know what he had to help this child

"Oh, you poor little thing... where are your parents?"

"T-they're back at the house something came in and attacked us so I ran away...i went back to the house and when I went inside blood was everywhere and my mom and dad wouldn't wake up "

Douma pats the child's head, "There there no need to cry ill take care of you and I'll make sure no harms come your way"

"You promise...?"

"Promise. Now, what is your name, little one?"

"Y/n..."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Y/n my name is Douma"

Months passed, and the bond between Y/n and Douma had gotten to the point where it was a father daughter relationship. Where every Y/n goes Douma is them and vice-versa. For the first time in Douma's life, he felt emotions and happy emotions. He didn't have to fake his smiles anymore they were all real. These were the best moments of his life. He had never felt so much happiness before in his life. He never wanted to lose his child. He wanted to be with his child for the rest of all of eternity.

"Y/N!, Y/N!, WHERE ARE YOU?...that's weird they usually come running to me when I call them"

*Douma gets teleported to the infinity castle*

"OH!, a meeting did one of us die?"

"No, now shut the fuck up douma"

"Meanie"

"HOW LOVELY IT IS TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN, how long has it's been since we last say eachother?, 20 years?"

"I-its b-been 50 years, si-ir gyokko"

Before they could continue their conversation, muzan appeared, and the meeting started. They discussed (whatever you think they would discuss) once the meeting ended, muzan called Douma

"Douma"

"Yyeesss~"

"Listen to me and listen well, you may be upper moon 2, but as of right now and everything you have failed to do. You are nothing but a disappointment and a useless upper moon"

muzan lifts his hand, nakime plays her biwa, and in muzan's hand appeared Y/n's decapitated head

"So don't think you can go and do whatever you want"

Douma stood there in shock, trying to understand what he was looking at. Was this a dream it had to be a dream? There is no way that his child is dead. That's not their head. That's someone else's head. Tears slowly come out of Douma's eyes. his body realizes what he is looking at, but his mind is telling him otherwise. He felt a new emotion, but he didn't like this feeling at all he wanted to disappear to never come back.

"Y-y/n...."

Muzan drops y/n's head. Before it could splat on the floor, Douma runs and catches their head and cruls up into a ball while still holding their hand shaking

"Next time you do something like this, it will be your head"

Muzan leaves, and now it's just Douma holding his child's head while the rest of the upper moons, including nakime, just stare at him

"HA, IMAGINE TAKING CARE OF A PATHETIC HUMAN CHILD JUST HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE DOUMA"

"Daki, please"

"She's right, douma hasn't done anything properly his entire time being an upper moon-"

Before akaza could continue talking, multiple icicles come at akaza, pinning him against a wall they all look at douma, seeing him now standing up, still holding the child's head, his eyes red and puffing, tear staining his face, his eyes had nothing but rage and hated in them.

Douma walks to a conner, and he places y/n's head in the conner and makes an ice wall around their head. He whips out his fans, and he goes on a rampage attacking everyone. He knocked and terribly injured uppermoons 6-3, including nakime, who was trying her hardest to regenerate her limbs as Douma's ice had slowed her regeneration.

The only demon that was left was upper moon 1, Kokushibo.

"All this, just because of a human child"

"THAT HUMAN CHILD WAS MY CHILD, I TOOK CARE OF THEM, GAVE THEM A HOME, PLENTY OF FOOD, EVERYTHING THEY NEEDED. YOU WOULDNT UNDERSTAND THE PAIN IM FEELING AFTERALL YOU LEFT YOUR CHILDREN!"

The fight continued, and Douma was able to pin Kokushibo on the ground. Right when Douma was about to cut off Kokushibo's head but one of gyutaro's bloody sickles chopped of both of Douma's arms, then daki's belt was about to chop off Douma's head but he was able to dogde the attack, only to get attacked by the 4 hantengu clones at once, then his body was poisoned by gyokko's fishes making him unable to move, Kokushibo and Akaza both attacked Douma using their strongest attacks finally defeating the rampaging Douma and he was struggling to regenerate.

"AAAAAHHHH,FUCK YOU ALL, IF THOSE DAMN SLAYERS DONT KILL YOU ALL, THEN I WILL. ILL DRAG YOU ALL TO THE DEEPEST PART OF HELL"

"You'll be there long before we get there"

"I don't mind waiting for a few hundred years"

Douma opened his eyes, and his surroundings were dark. All pitch black, he looked down at his hands, he didn't see his long sharp fingernails and didn't feel any demonic power going through him. Before he could continue his thoughts, he felt something grab his leg.

"SIR DOUMA I FOUND YOU!"

"Y/N!"

Douma gives Y/n a hug while crying

"Sir Douma, I got so scared I was in my room playing when a man with black hair wearing a suit came in, and I've been here ever since....where are we did that man get you too?"

"There is no need to worry all that matters is that we are together and we will be together forever"

"Sir Douma, why is there fire over there?

"That's where we'll have to go. Are you ready, Y/n?"

Douma puts his hand out for Y/n to grab

"READY!"

Both Douma and Y/n walk towards the fire while Y/n was babbling about her day before the attack.

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I really do hope you all enjoyed this and again if you have any advice feel free to say just don't be a bitch or rude about

Have a great day/afternoon/night

[ateliersss]

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Pairing: Simon Riley x Fem!Reader Summary: Falling in love with someone as stunning and selfless as you as a man like him with an unstable life and an emotionaly distant personality was foolish, hopeless, because how could you ever feel the same? Cross-posted on AO3: here Warnings: English isn't my first language Word Count: 1,346

The Blue Angel club was bustling with both, regulars and newcomers, as always on a Saturday night.

The air was filled with hushed chatter, here and there the high-pitched laughter of one of the girls. The room was dimly lit except for the stage, drawing all the attention of the audience to the platform in the middle of the club and to the woman dancing on the pole.

Music accompanied you as you perform your newest creation in a black leather bodysuit with the very short skirt sewn to it barely covering your ass. Here and then, you swirled around the pole and revealed the flesh poorly hidden underneath the fabric.

The men, some drunk and some still sober, were watching and enjoying you. Those who sat or stood closest to the platform threw dollars at your feet as they watched you turn and spin around the pole.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see the 10, 20, 50 and even a few 100 dollar bills. You knew you were the best and you were getting the confirmation according to it. You put passion in your dance to show the world that you were worth their time and money, and with the way this night was going it was nothing but the truth.

The crowd cheered for almost every movement or step you made, every shake of your body a spectacle that was pulling everyone into your spell.

Your moves were so sensual, so sexual, as you bent down with one hand on the pole above your head while the other dragged up the back of your thigh as you slowly straightened your body again. You reached your ass and brushed the skirt up, revealing the full globes of your bottom and the black string of the bodysuit teasingly to the audience.

Expecting nothing else as a reaction, the crowd erupted into loud whistles and cheers as the money started to pile and even slipped down the platform. Some of the patrons were even standing up from their seats to get a better view, drooling at the sight of you.

There was only one man who was, like always, quietly watching you with no visible emotion in his eyes.

Simon Riley had returned to the club tonight to see you again, like he always did when he returned from a long leave. He watched silently and calmly, unlike the rest of the audience around him, as you went through your performance.

There were times when he couldn't help but think of how beautiful you were, how much he wanted to just have you for himself, but that was just a silly dream. He knew you were off limits, as you were a stripper and he was nothing more than a customer of your service.

As soon as you ended your show, you started your short journey over to Simon's seat, like always.

On your way, you were asked four times for a private dance, but you declined each of their requests. You had never entered the private rooms with a man who wasn't Simon.

When you finally reached him, he greeted you with that deep voice of his, laced with a heavy accent even though he only said your name.

"Hey baby." You cooed at him with a bright smile before you plopped down on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. "And? Did you like my new routine?"

Simon's eyes remained glued to yours. "You were good." He answered, simply and plainly.

Already used to his bluntness and lack of heartfelt emotion, you accepted the words with a big smile. "Aww, baby, thank you."

Simon looked down to you as you sat comfortably on his lap like you had always belonged there. It almost made him want to pull you even closer to him and kiss you, hold you in his arms, feel your skin against his.

That specific thought only lasted for a split second before he returned to reality.

You were a gorgeous woman, a wonderful woman, and he was just... Simon... nothing. Even if he was clearly your favorite, it was a silly dream, a stupid fantasy.

"Ready to go to our room?" He asked as if this was simply another transaction, business and nothing more.

"Sure." You jumped up and took his hand to lead him through the slightly crowded space.

As Simon's imposing figure followed you like an intimidating shadow, he couldn’t help the feeling of how right his hand felt in your much smaller, much softer one. He mused about how it would be if it was just the two of you, together, like a real couple.

He pushed those desires away, just like he did with the thought from earlier.

Inside the room you always used, you asked the question he already had heard a dozen of times.

"The usual dance or special treatment?"

"The usual." He nodded.

"Of course, baby." You validated and pulled him to the black leather armchair standing in the middle of the room, watching him sit down.

You felt some kind of relief, knowing that he was doing alright and didn't need special treatment at the moment.

You place yourself between his spread thighs, your hands on your hips. "How do you want me, baby? Do you want me to keep the outfit on..." You played with the hem of your skirt, grinning mischievously at your next words. "Or do you want me to take everything off?"

"Keep it on." He replied in his usual monotone voice as he stared at you.

You leant down and used both of your hands to cup his cheeks.

"And what if I let you take it off?" You suggested with a smirk.

Your touch was warm, nice and comforting, but then again it reminded him of how alone he truly was. He had no one to love, nobody to hold, only a life of solitude and heartbreak.

He thought about how much he wanted you, wanted you so much it hurt.

But he couldn’t do anything about it. You were so bright and beautiful like the moon and stars in the night sky while he was merely a human stuck on earth, not being able to ever reach you.

That thought unironically was always on his mind as it was the cruel truth. He couldn't push it out, it just stayed there.

"No." Simon finally said, "Just keep it on."

He could swear he saw your smile waver a little and hurt flash in your eyes, but as soon as those things happened they were gone in a blink.

He was sure he must be wrong. Of course he was, because in the next second you had that sensual look on your face, moving your body to the music that suddenly filled the room.

Simon leant back in his seat and watched you dance between his spread legs, his eyes glued to you.

"You know you can touch me, baby, right?" You said softly, your hands already taking both of his to place one on the back of your thigh and the other on your hip.

It was a lie as the club had strict policies: never touch the girls!

But you didn't give a fuck, not when it came to Simon.

As soon as his hands touched that soft, flawless skin of yours, the desire to never let you go filled his mind. A selfish part of him, wanting to be the only one to touch you like this, to have you like this, whispered into his ear and reminded him that he, in fact, was the only one to touch and have you like this

You were proud on telling him that no man before him had been special enough for you to take them to a private room.

There will also be no man after him.

He wished this moment could last forever, but your dance soon came to an end.

He thanked you for your time, paid you and left the club, letting you return to work.

continue here with the second part.

[kiqshi]

General dating headcanons for Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Satan, and Beelzebub?

General Dating HC’S!

CW: none

GENRE: Fluff

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: Obey Me! Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Satan and Beelzebub

GN!Reader

i lowkey struggled with Leviathan’s, i don’t know how to write him lmao. i hope you like this though!

˚☽˚｡⋆. MAMMON

This man spoils you when he has the chance to. I feel like he will take you to window shop snd once he catches you staring at something with admiration he will remember that item and buy it for you to surprise you. You saw that $50 coat that looked cute and warm? You got it. Your stomach started making noises? Mammons got you, he will stop what he’s doing and take you to get some food that you would like.

Mammon will still act like a tsundere, he always will that’s just him lol. If he says something and you took offence to it, he will drip the act and reassure you with a blush on his cheeks.

He loves you so much, he will basically do anything for you. You are #1 to him after all!

COOKING DUTY TOGETHER!! Mammon would love for you two to cook together, he counts it as small dates.

Definitely shows you off to everyone, if someone looks at you in a way that makes him mad they will never be seen again

He does those matching necklaces or rings.

He will definitely learn to cook your favourite meals to impress you.

Definitely takes you in his car! I see him taking you to drive in theatres often. He will make sure to get you food at a drive through first so you don’t get hungry

If you ever embarrass yourself, he will embarrass himself just as much as you did. He will never let you feel embarrassed on your own

(He would probably steal stuff for you as well when he goes broke, but makes sure he isn’t caught)

˚☽˚｡⋆. LEVIATHAN

Video game dates A LOT. Leviathan will probably even make a whole game just for you and him to play

If you two went on a date outside, I feel like he would take you to a aquarium, those cute cafes and manga/anime merch stores.

You guys do those all nighters a lot, unless you are more of a sleep kind of person he doesn’t mind sleeping

Definitely takes you to arcades! He will even try to win stuff for you

Takes you to those anime conventions, he would want to cosplay as couples

˚☽˚｡⋆. SATAN

You already know Satan takes you to anime café’s, its a must do in his list

Library dates! He loves to read you books that would interest you, also will help you study.

He’s the kind of guy to sneak you notes during a test, helping you with some answers

If you were ever in pain, he would help you in an instant with some spells

Satan would get you two some matching cat merch, probably sweaters or mugs

At lunch in RAD, he sneaks you two out and go to a better cafe for lunch, he will pay as well.

You guys cuddle lot’s while he reads books

If anyone messes with you or tried flirting Satan will glare at them, later on they will be missing

˚☽˚｡⋆. ASMODEUS

Asmo is the sweetest ever! If you ever feel insecure say bye to the insecurities, he will sweet talk to you about every detail of yourself telling you how amazing you are.

He always gives the best hugs when you are cold, cuddles as well.

You two have makeovers and self care nights every 2-3 nights, he wants you to feel at ease and relaxed

Matching nail colours. Will also have some matching outfits.

You two use each others closets a lot, he looks amazing in some of your outfits and you look amazing in his!

Loves having bubble baths, has a whole collection of scents. You and Asmo go out and buy different bubbles and other things for the bath

Spoils you A LOT. Takes you shopping each week, you will have a lot of clothes and other stuff

He does your hair, nails and makeup(if you’re into that) sometimes

If anyone is rude to you, he will spread rumours about the person, the next day everyone was talking down on them.

Post’s lots of selfies of you guys together, everyone on Devilgram thinks you guys are the cutest couple (he also posts your dates)

He’s another one to take you on dates to restaurants & cute cafes.

˚☽˚｡⋆. BEELZEBUB

Never shares his food but since your his partner he definitely lets you take at least one bite of his food if you look hungry (also buys you more food if he accidentally ate yours)

Lot’s of food dates, as well as gym dates, he wants to be near you at all times mostly

Sometimes he allows you to sit on his back as he does push ups

Beel always looks for you in the audience at his fangol games, he waves at you with the cutest smile each time he does meet your eyes.

You guys also do cooking duty together, mostly because you have to stop him from eating the ingredients

He helps you reach stuff that are too high for you, let’s you sit on his shoulders to get it. He finds it adorable how short you are compared to him (I personally feel like he’s 7’0 because y’know demons are supposed to be way bigger then humans)

He’s always the sweetest, loves cuddles as well

If you are ever cold in public, he will give you his jacket.

[dumb-doll-lips]

Slutty Dumb Bimbo Ask List 💖✨

I tried pretty hard to make things all make sense but idk if I did the best.

Clothes and makeup stuff

1. Favorite part of getting ready for a date?

2. What’s a go to first date outfit, including lingerie?

3. How are you dressing up to have a hook-up come over? (Like you’re not going out)

4. What lingerie would you wear when like dressing up extra w it?

5. What’s the hottest outfit you’ve worn out like on a date, to a party, etc (not like a special occasion holiday thing)?

6. Have you gotten comments from like work or maybe family about being dressed inappropriately, bc it was like too much skin or something?

7. Describe your everyday makeup look.

8. What’s a holy grail makeup product you’d recommend.

9. What’s your favorite type of lingerie?

10. How often do you wear heels? How high are they usually?

11. What do you sleep in?

Dumb stuff

12. What was your worst subject in school?

13. Have you failed any classes?

14. Have you dropped out of college, or just dropped out of some classes?

15. Has your job been impacted from being dumb?

16. Does getting fired from your job bc you’re too stupid for it sound hot? (Also like has it happened?)

17. What’s something you thought for a long time but it turned out to be wrong? (One example for me is I used to think narwhals were pretend)

18. What’s a word you can basically never spell right?

19. Which is harder to get right: to, too, and two or there, their, and they’re?

20. Do you mix up left and right?

21. What’s something dumb you’ve done today?

22. Do people irl, who like aren’t in on you liking this, call you dumb?

23. What’s a favorite memory of something dumb you’ve done?

24. Is there like a goal level of dumb for you?

Sex stuff?

25. what’s your body count?

26. What’s the fastest you’ve gone from meeting someone to being fucked?

27. If you’re going out w someone new, how many dates till you have sex?

28. Where/how have you met most the of the people you’ve had sex with?

29. Do you cum easily from being fucked?

30. Can you cum multiple times?

31. What’s the easiest way to make you cum?

32. What’s your dirty talk like?

33. How loud are you?

34. Favorite position?

35. Can you deepthroat?

36. Do you like anal?

37. Does size matter?

38. What’s the biggest size cock that’s fucked you?

39. What are some of your favorite sex-related compliments you’ve received?

Kinkier or something

40. Have you thrown up from being face fucked?

41. Most unsual place you’ve had sex?

42. Is there any location you really want to have sex at but haven’t yet?

43. What’s a kink or something you like that you rarely talk about on here?

44. Have you had threesomes? What kind?

45. Have you had sex w more than 3 people at once?

46. Do you like to be watched?

47. Do you like being hurt? And like to what extent, like having your ass smacked or something much more?

48. What are kinks you’ve tried because a partner wanted it?

49. Is there anything you want to try but haven’t yet?

50. Is there anything you’ve tried but don’t want to do again?

[solastia]

Some notes for writing summaries, by someone who sucks at them too, but has a list of things that make them skip past a story:

1: Do not put notes in the summary. “Yet another blah blah” “I’d like to thank these 50 million people” “I suck at summaries just read it.” None of that. There’s a notes section on ao3, or it’s easy to make a section for notes on here. If I see a bunch of notes, it’s an instant skip. Keep it clean and easy to read.

2. Try to avoid cliches as much as possible. Meaning, try to avoid stuff like “Whatever will happen? Read to find out.” Or “what could go wrong?” Instant cringe and skip.

3. Don’t make them too long. You’re just trying to grab someone’s attention, not spoil the whole story. I generally try to keep mine to forty words or under.

4. Proofread the hell out of it. Even if it’s only twenty words - make sure those words are spotless. If you can’t even fix the spelling/grammar in a tiny summary, I have no hope for the rest of the book.

5. If you’re having a hard time coming up with a summary, using a small snippet of the book to showcase your writing is usually fine. I do that a lot when I find a particular bit of dialogue that I find funny or explains the situation pretty well.

I’m sure there are more but my rage-fueled rant has cooled. Please share other tips & your personal turn-offs!

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

social media’s in a nutshell, but the people who actually use them.

Twitter: So did I you know your an awful person?

also twitter: Racism, racism, racism, sexism, your best friend talking about a dog they saw, sexism, sexism, homophobia, homophobia, homophobia, transphobia, NSFW art from a mutual, transphobia, transphobia, and then the worst take in the history of worst takes by some 13 year old or maybe it was actually 30 something you can’t tell.

YouTube: “why YouTube has become a capitalist hellhole for anyone who dares speak about anything not consumer friendly: A video essay” 4 hours and 50 minutes long, 40,895 views.

also YouTube: “me and my friend are mermaids btw here’s how to do the mermaid spell! Easy in 1 step!” 26 minutes long.

also also YouTube: “I COMMITED TAX FRAUD AND TRIED TO OUTRUN THE AUTHORITIES CHALLENGE 24 HOUR CHALLENGE PART 1 OF 279” 10 minutes long and has almost a billion views.

also also also YouTube: “beheading” 13 minutes long, with 1,600 views.

ALSO ALSO ALSO ALSO YouTube: “HUGGY WUGGY TOILET NAKED VORE?” 20 minutes long, 8 million views.

4chan: be me> sexless loser> finds amazing wonderful woman who loves me for me> she’s fat> keep her until someone else comes> me and her do exercise and eat better> she becomes 100/10> gets married> has kids> love of my life>

also 4chan: ROBOTS, /B/ WE MUST UNITE THIS FUCKER BLENDERED A CAT WE MUST KILL HIM>

THAT (insert string of slurs) WILL GET WHAT’S COMING TO HIM>

FOUND HIS ADDRESS AT 404 CATBLENDER MAN STREET>

AUTHORITIES CALLED I GOT THE RSPCA AT THE HOUSE LETS GO /B/ FUCK YEAH THIS IS A WIN FOR ALL THE ROBOTS LETS GO>

also also 4chan: *the most graphic picture you have ever seen that haunts your soul and your life you will never be the same* hey /b/ look what I found>

also also also 4chan: guys, *insert the most out of pocket slur filled green post you hav ever seen* and that’s why I think (insert minority) are degenerates>

tiktok: *video of hatsune miku dancing with the caption* it’s not okay to encourage ED$ instead be kind and respectful and not be f@tphobic and @blei$t

also TikTok: *a video plays before quickly cutting out replaced with a new one* YOU ARE MAKING PEOPLE UNALIVE THEMSELVES WITH THIS TIKTOK GET HELP TRANS PEOPLE AREN’T GŘOÖMËRS AND PDFILES YOU ARE AWFUL!

also also TikTok: *a video plays of a montage of red and black text* you never saw me as real, you never saw me. I’m going to k1ll myself soon, life is too hard my parents have taken away my ps5 and my phones I am making this on my friends phone. Good bye cruel world.

also also also TikTok: *dangerous things happen in quick succession* “so that’s how you do a deep clean of your home!” comments : girly😭 NO you can’t use 🔥 on wooden floorboards 😰

comments: 💀💀💀 bro’s using chemical weapons to clean her sink💀💀💀

Comments: BLEACH IN YOUR FISHTANK? GIRL ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOUR BF’S DISCUS😬

comments: okay you did so many things wrong here and genuinely I’m surprised your are still alive-1

Cleangirly: no it was pretty safe idk what you mean🤷‍♀️

Comments:WHAT DO YOU MEAN SAFE? YOU SET A FIRE TO CLEAN THE FLOORBOARDS?-2

Also also also ALSO TikTok: *a video explaining why if you hate the color blue your a narcissist* yeah anyone who hates blue is a big red flag girlies

Tumblr: “guys penis” 1 million notes

also tumblr: *a long post explaining the intricacies of sexuality, sexism, the queer identity, toxic masculinity, and how colonialism and racism plays into it.* so yeah long post whoops.

reblog: *the most loaded toxic reblog you have ever seen* woman should all be killed.

reblog: *starts out making some form of sense then devolves* ALL MEN ARE RAPISTS AND SHOULD BE PUT TO DEATH NOW

reblog: *a story relating heavily to the post, which makes the original post better by its addition* so yeah some other re blogs are missing the point but you really put my experience into words thank you <3

reblog: *a picture of the tags filled with the weirdest take you have ever seen* Uhh who are you and can you leave tumblr? Thanks?

also also tumblr: gifly the gif, share gifly the gif because look at him *mindbogglingly fast images flash*

Quora: “why is the sky blue?”

answer 1: because god made it that way in his infinite wisdom

answer 2: because *long winded but concise explanation on how it works* I have a doctorate in this subject.

awnser 3: Long story short, it’s not blue it’s the ozone or something.

Facebook: “meemaw want to add you as a friend” *presses yes, anyone you have ever known tangentially appears in the Facebook friends page*

Also Facebook: “Gerald is my husband who I love”

Comments: that’s nice Geraldine, happy anniversary

Comments: *long winded conspiracy theory* that’s why the illegals want to rule the world and destroy us all

also also also Facebook: *random 5minute crafts video* TOP TEN LIFE HACKS FOR COOKING!

comments: oh what an amazing video! -Geraldine

comments: YOU CAN MAKE THE POPPED CORN WITH A COKA COLA CAN?

comments: I am showing this to my dear wife Geraldine. -Gerald

omegle: *video starts live-streaming and you see an older man’s cock* “…” “…” “you 13?” “…” *ends chat*

also Omegle: *you and a guy talk for ages* that was awesome here’s my socials! See you soon friend!

reddit: “why the Reddit mods are power hungry” *it is a screenshot of a screenshot talking about mod abuse.* “REDDIT WANTS US SILENT WE MUST FIGHT!” *deleted post*

also Reddit: “top ten anime wifus in (PEDO BAIT SHOW) and why I’d fuck them”

also also Reddit: “how do you fix a bolted screw valve on a pressure cooker…”

Vine: *5 seconds of comedy*

[heartbeatan]

Grave - Book 2: Ribbon & Rope (Chapter 1)

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Chapter 1

The warmth hit you like a tidal wave as you left the rainy night behind and crossed the threshold into the diner. The change in temperature instantly made you feel humid and sticky underneath your leather jacket. You peeled off your coat, only slightly worried that you might be revealing unflattering pit stains or back sweat - given that you had hustled through the rain to get here.

You scanned the room, looking for the familiar face you were here to meet, searching for it hidden somewhere in the booths and, to your awe, you didn’t see him. There was no way he was late, because he was always on time, and you were always twenty-minutes behind.

You shook out your coat and did your best to fluff your hair with your free hand in hopes it would smooth back into whatever mess it was before the elements had influenced it. You looked over the room a second time.

There he was! Or at least the back of his head. But it was him for sure. You could recognize his long, black, thick hair which he never changed, the peak of his back tattoo just below his neck, and his broad shoulders hidden but present under his white shirt. The way he hunched slightly over the table was recognizable too. You were positive he was sketching in his book, the way he usually was, while his free hand played idly with a string of twine in some impressive version of one-handed cats cradle.

You watched for a moment, his long, slender fingers twirling and lacing between the string, dexterous and with purpose as they built a web then just as quickly dismantled it before starting again. Even though you had seen him do this same menial trick time and time again, you couldn’t tear your eyes from it. Not today. Today, it was like a spell, hypnotizing you. It was like the more you watched, the more you were sure you could feel those fingers on you, his hand moving across you and through you as if you were the piece of string.

“Bar or booth?” the words shook you from your trance. You looked up to find yourself staring at a waitress. She was around your age. Pretty, but an unfriendly look behind her eyes. Perhaps she was only tired from a long shift.

I would be too, you thought to yourself. Dealing with hungry people for hours, running around on your feet in a ridiculous dress like that… you would face off in a battle to the death with a demon any day, rather than walk one in her shoes.

Your thoughts trailed off as you came to focus on her dress. It was ridiculous. Mustard yellow, trimmed with pilon orange, reminiscent of a 50s theme except without the impudence to commit to it. But, damn, even though Lucifer had cursed the earth with polyester fabric, it wasn’t enough to protect you from the curve of this woman’s hips, the cleavage of her breasts, and the smooth shine of her long, tapered legs. You bit your lip as a vision clouded your mind: you and her, behind this diner; her sandwiched between your body and the wet brick of the building as you kneaded her breast roughly with your palm; her enthusiastically digging at your jeans tight and sticky against your skin in the wet rain.

For a longer-than-needed moment you looked at her as the vision came and left, and as the blood from your groin rushed and calmed. But somewhere in the moment you had taken, her aura shifted - from one of impatience, to one of… intrigue? Would she? Right now? If you only asked?

“I’m meeting someone,” you cut off your own thoughts before you began to actually believe them. If you ever endeavored on your first girl-on-girl encounter, you would at least like it to be when neither of you were being influenced by the absurd thing swirling inside you. “I think he’s over there,” you nodded in the direction of Yoongi. She looked a little disappointed. You were kinda disappointed too, but with a small smile and a thank-you nod, you clomped your way down the aisle in his direction. By the time you reached the booth, you were relieved to also feel this episode's strangling wave of lust fade away.

Thank-God, you thought.

“Sorry I’m late,” you said as you plopped down in the seat across from him.

“No, you’re not,” he responded indifferently, not even bothering to look up from his sketchbook.

Another waitress came by - another one you didn’t recognize - the diner must’ve done a big hire recently. She had a menu in hand and a jug of water in the other.

“I don’t need a menu, thanks,” you smiled at her. “I’m going to get the blueberry pancakes and a beer, please.”

“Sure thing,” she smiled then turned to Yoongi. “And you, sir?”

“Nothing, thanks.”

“Oh, come on,” you prompted him.

“I don’t want anything.”

You looked at the waitress and rolled your eyes so obviously that the Hubble could have seen it. She twisted her lips to avoid laughing out loud.

“Can you just super-size my order then, cuz he’s gonna start eating mine as soon as it gets here.”

“Sure thing,” she winked.

She filled your water glass, and you watched her walk away, taking notice of how the strings of her apron had become twisted into a knot that she would probably need to cut out. You looked back to Yoongi, still sketching while he fiddled with his twine, and shook your head. You left him at peace while you took a moment to try and dry yourself off a little more before the waitress returned with your beer and you lost all care about your appearance.

When she placed the bottle in front of you, you thanked her like you were thanking God for delivering your soul to Heaven, and took several heaving gulps like you hadn’t had a drop of water for a week.

“Ahhh, that’s fucking good,” you breathed, checking out the label. “I needed that.”

“You wrapped another one up, I take it?” Yoongi asked, this time discarding the twine he had been playing with, which meant he had given you one more morsel of attention.

“Yeah… it was crazy. This guy met a Kelpie when he was abroad, basically promised her the stars to get in her pants, then jilted her. It literally swam here to find him. It crossed oceans. Then terrorized him for months.”

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for him?”

“I mean, she drowned like a dozen people who were all his friends and family. That seems a bit extreme.”

Yoongi finally looked up from his sketchbook to meet your gaze for the first time since you sat down.

“To you, it’s extreme, Y/N. In their reality, it’s a pretty measured response.”

“Yeah, well…in this reality," you drew a circle in the air with your finger, "it’s against the law, which is why I was called in.”

It was his turn to roll his eyes as he returned them to his book. “Your species just do not take love seriously, that’s why you’ll never understand.”

“You lot,” you pointed at him in protest, “take it too seriously. Like, honestly, what is the deal with you Helios? It’s like every relationship you have is life or death.”

He shrugged, but you knew his answer on the subject anyway - you had had this debate before. And to a degree, you understood him. The creatures of the hidden world experienced everything a human did, only ten-fold. Sometimes emotions were so powerful they had dire consequences. And they were older, so much older than mankind. And they had access to other planes of existence. Surely their ways weren’t as irrational and erratic as they may first seem, there was logic, even though that logic often escaped you.

“Speaking of life and death and Helio relationships,” you began, changing the subject. “You know about all the mysterious deaths lately?”

Yoongi shot you a look that was meant to make you feel ridiculous. It was warranted, however. In your line of work mysterious deaths were as common as a morning coffee, and in his world, mysterious deaths were anything but mysterious. You needed to be more specific, and he apparently needed to keep sketching.

“The ones where all these dudes just like… suddenly lose all interest in their lives and become sorta despondent? And the Health Unit got involved thinking they had caught some sort of virus that attacks the brain. And they all end up dying in like a week later in like really stupid ways?”

Yoongi made a noise that could have been seen as nothing but him clearing his throat, but you knew him well enough now to know that he was now aware of what the hell you were talking about.

“Well…" you continued, "the thing is, the Health Unit was stumped because none of these guys had any connection to each other. There wasn’t like a place they all visited or anything. The only thing they had in common was that they were basically all very sexually active.”

“And how did you determine that?” he jeered.

“Doesn’t matter,” you waved your hands in the air. “The point is, I found out that they had all recently had a one night stand. And they all had one night stands with a hot woman they met at a bar.”

Yoongi snorted. You could tell he had something to say - probably about how people hooking up with people they met at a bar wasn’t evidence as much as it was common. But he knew not to stop you when you went on your rants. If you remembered correctly, he once called listening to you speak the equivalent of drowning under a waterfall.

“You don’t get it,” you responded to his non-verbal retort. “These women were all like super hot… like, super-super hot. I can’t remember all the adjectives their bros used to describe them, but like… the kind of hot that would make even you do a double take.”

He ignored your jab.

“Thing is, from their descriptions, I think all these guys went home with the same woman, just a different night. And it was the day after they went home with this woman they started acting all weird."

“Sounds like they got an STD.”

You let out an exaggerated gasp and awed, “Maybe a mystical STD!"

Yoongi shook his head at your performance.

“Anyways,” you flayed your hands to brush away his feigned disinterest. “There were other things that weren’t making sense, and I wasn’t really sure what it could be. But I went to do some reconnaissance at one of the bars one of these guys hit. I mean, I didn’t think anything would happen while I was there, because it doesn’t seem like this thing is hunting the same place twice, but who knows, you know? I had no other leads. So, I was at the bar, and I was looking super fucking cute and whatever, and I met this guy there who was like… so totally gorgeous. We talked for a while and then he totally brushed me off, so I just knew something was up.”

This time, Yoongi dropped his pencil, folded his hands together and rested his chin over them as he stared you down. “You’re telling me you got rejected and that is evidence of a serial killer with an STD?”

“Yes,” you pointed your finger to your nose and another at him to indicate he had landed on the right answer.

He rolled his eyes.

“I’m telling you, man, I looked good. I coulda bagged anyone in that place. I had this white tank top on, great cleavage, my dress jeans, and even mascara. But, there was this woman there, and she was I mean just so beautiful, and like… sexy, just sex, sexy, sexiness everywhere. She coulda told me she was a serial killer with an STD and I still woulda gone home with her. But she was watching him the whole time and eventually they left together.”

“Can you please get to the point?” he sighed.

“Well, I kept tabs on him for a while, as in I checked the obits to see if he suddenly died.”

“And did he die?”

“I mean I think he’s still alive.”

“Why do you only think he’s still alive?”

“Well, I saw him this morning at the library.”

“So, he is alive.”

“I mean something could have happened to him since then. What if he got hit by a car on his way home? I can’t guarantee he’s alive unless he was sitting here with us right now, Yoongi.”

“Mother of God…” he shook his head.

“So, like I said, I was at the library, trying to do some research and then…” you broke for dramatic appeal. “... I saw him come in.”

“To the public library?”

“And get this, he came into the occult section. So, I spied on him. He was looking through a buncha stuff and then he found something in one of the folklore books. I mean he even snapped pictures of what was in it, so, obviously he found what he was looking for. So, I…” you reached into your bag and pulled out a book, showing off the cover to Yoongi who barely glanced at it long enough to read the title, “checked it out. Impressive, right?”

“That you have a library card?”

“You are just so cute when you try to insult me,” you gave him a tilted look and a patronizing smile. “In the book I found this…” you flipped eagerly to the page you dogeared then placed it on the table in front of Yoongi, tapping your index finger loudly on the image in the center of the open page.

Yoongi straightened out the dogear, then looked at where you were pointing.

“This is a succubus!" you exclaimed. “And, this was the woman at the bar that I saw!”

“The one who left with that dude who rejected you?”

“It’s not exactly a rejection when the other person is being seduced by a mythical being. I swear, this picture is her - they’re identical. She’s a succubus.”

Yoongi tilted his head, acknowledging you were onto something. “Yeah, she is--"

“These deaths make so much sense now– wait… why do you say that like you know something I don’t?”

“Because I know her,” Yoongi replied nonchalantly. “I know she’s a succubus.”

“You know her?” you asked in disbelief.

He nodded. Your mouth fell open, and you sat staring between him and the picture. When your bafflement continued too long for his liking, Yoongi once again returned to his sketches.

But you weren’t done - You held the book up next to your face and looked at the picture, then looked back at him, tapping the image furiously again. “You know this woman?”

“I’m the one who drew that picture.”

This revelation was even more stun-worthy. You looked at the picture, then down to his sketchbook, and it… clicked… the image in the book and his drawings did have a similar style… too similar.

The book plopped heavy against the diner table as you leaned towards him.

“You drew this?!”

“That’s what I said.”

Normally you liked how his indifference clashed with your exuberance, but right now it was getting on your nerves.

“How did you know her?”

He shrugged, “I met her back in the day.”

You recoiled slightly, “Back in what day?”

“I don’t know, maybe… two hundred-ish years ago? Does that picture have a date?”

You didn’t care. “Did you like… Jack Dawson naked women a lot back in this day?”

“Not particularly.”

“Was she your girlfriend or something?”

“Not exactly,” he gave a very self-satisfied grin.

“Yoongi,” you gasped in near horror. “How on Earth could you have sex with a succubus?!”

“Are you kidding? How could someone not? They’re literally wired for sex.”

“But they suck your soul out.”

“Well, they do a lot of sucking, but not of your soul."

"Ew," you grimaced. But the thought actually had the opposite effect on you. You could feel the salacity you had been staving off all day beginning to build once again from behind your naval.

Fuck, you thought. Not again.

“She’s not a born succubus, she’s a human reborn as a succubus.”

You mentally shook yourself and tried to refocus on what he was saying. “I don’t care what class of demon someone is, I only care that they don’t go praying on the lives of my species."

“Well, in this case, it does matter, Y/N. Born succubae and incubi can actually take the soul of their partner. Reborn can’t. She’s not who you’re looking for.”

“How can I tell the difference between a born and a reborn?”

“You can’t.”

“Then how can you tell the difference?”

“Because I’ve been around long enough to know.”

You eyed him over, a little irritation also beginning to stir within you amidst the inappropriate feelings. Why was he so certain his little friend was in the clear? How friendly were they really?

“How do I know you’re not just protecting her?”

“Well, I had a lot of fucking sex with her, and I’m still here two-hundred years later, so I don’t know what else to tell you.”

And there it was - the stab of envy. That woman had been so irresistibly alluring on top of being just exquisitely beautiful, and Yoongi had slept with her… a lot, apparently. And she was made for fucking, and he had a millennia of experience and a plethora of supernatural stamina. Their time together was probably fucking insane. The things she probably did to him… The things he did to her…

“Hm,” you hummed, as another bloom of arousal washed through you, causing your legs to tighten and your spine to shiver. You didn’t want this to happen when you were in the middle of a jealousy crisis.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked curtly, taking notice of your shift.

“Nothing,” you shrugged him off.

He looked at you sideways, studying you for a moment. You grabbed your beer and gulped it down to avoid having to look at him.

“Could I get another, please?” you waved the empty bottle towards your waitress at the counter, and she smiled and nodded.

“You smell funny…” he said inquisitively.

Shit, he could smell it on you?

“Fuck you, I ran the whole way here. Leave me alone.”

Fortunately, the waitress showed up quickly and gave you a second bottle, clearing your empty from the table. You grabbed it and took another big gulp - it seemed to actually help. It felt like your skin had resettled into its normal level of sensitivity, and that your stomach had untied its knots.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, pretending to not know what he was talking about. “I gotta say though, Yoongi, I’m… impressed. You always seemed like such a loner, who knew you could be such a tramp.”

That seemed to be enough to move him on from the subject of you. “I’m over 7000 years old, Y/N, there’s a lot you don’t know about me. It’s not her. I promise you that.”

“Alright,” you sighed reluctantly. “Well, this sucks. I hate hitting dead ends.”

“The end isn’t dead. I think you’re right that it’s a succubus, you just found the wrong one. You need to find a born succubus - and probably one that is pretty young - like, less than 400 years old, they’re not great at self-control until after then.”

“For 400 years? Immortality sounds like a nightmare,” you lamented. “Would your little boudoir friend be able to give me any leads?”

“Probably not. As you rightfully pointed out, they’re different classes and hers minds their business. Her Madame might know though.”

“Can you get me a meeting with her Madame?”

“I don’t know her Madame.”

“Okay, can you get me a meeting with her?”

“No,” he answered with a finality.

“Why?” you inquired, a little defensive about being shut down.

“Because I don’t talk to her anymore. I don’t even know how to get a hold of her.”

“Did it end badly?” you asked condescendingly.

“No,” he guffawed. “I just haven’t seen her in forever. She was really young when her and I met—”

“Ew,” you scrunched your nose.

“She was a young demon,” he emphasized the word “demon” with obvious annoyance. “Not a young person. What is wrong with you?”

You grinned impishly back at him. It was so fun getting a rise out of him.

“Okay, but seriously, how am I gonna find the one who is doing this?”

“I don’t know, haven’t you tried your people? They used to keep a track on all succubae and incubi - probably still do even though it’s illegal.”

You pursed your lips. You really didn’t like going to your people for anything. “You’ve really dried up as an asset, you know that?”

You watched as he dug his tongue into his cheek, and the scene made you suddenly feel guilty. Normally, Yoongi was stoic and unbothered no matter what you threw at him. This was the game between you two, and it was fun trying to get on each others nerves. But this time he reacted, and you could tell you hit the wrong nerve.

“Sorry,” you apologized.

“We don’t need to mark this down as this week's favor,” he said, and his abruptness stung you even more. “Since I have nothing to offer you.”

“I’m sorry, I was just joking.”

“Is there anything else you need or am I free to go?” he said as he packed his sketchbook into his bag.

“Yoongi…” you pleaded with him, looking at him with rounded eyes, trying to exude how sorry you felt and to beg him not to go. He held your gaze, and you were relieved when you noticed how he eventually softened.

“It’s not you, it’s me.”

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm just having a tough week. It's not you I'm upset at."

“Okay… I’m sorry anyways.”

“Don’t be,” he settled back into his seat. “Do you have an actual favour to ask of me?”

“Well… yeah…” you wiggled in the discomfort, not sure if you wanted to ask him anymore.

“Fire away.”

“Okay…” you took a deep breath. “But I don’t want you asking questions.”

“Too bad. I don’t do favors without context - that was a part of the conditions.”

You sighed, straightening yourself to hide how mortified you were about to become. “I need to get in contact with a witch.”

“I am not helping you go after a coven. That is a hard limit, I don’t mess with witches. They’re vindictive.”

“I’m not going after them, I need their help…”

“Help with what?”

“It’s a personal matter.”

“Well now I’m actually interested. What do you need them for?”

“Can I please not tell you?” you pleaded with him once more.

“No way, especially when it comes to the covens. I need to know if they’re gonna hex me if I help you.”

“Fine,” you looked to the ceiling, then pulled your shoulders back to look confidently back at him. “Remember that wolf I was seeing last year?”

“Yes…” he quirked his eyebrow, now highly suspicious of what was to come.

“I, umm… sort of… have his… mark.”

Yoongi’s entire being radiated disbelief. “Y/N…”

“I know—” you raised your hands in surrender.

“I told you to not mess with the dogs,” he scolded. “They’re so fucking reckless, no wonder why you smell weird.”

“To be fair, you tell me not to mess with everyone.”

“Obviously I have good reason to. How did either of you let that happen?”

“I mean… we were just… having a good time together and one day we sorta got lost in the moment.”

He closed his eyes and clucked his teeth. He probably had a million things he could have said, but he decided on one.

“You’ve been living with this for over a year?”

“Yeah, and it’s fucking awful.”

“Is he refusing to unmark you?”

“They can’t do any unmarking - that’s the whole point of marking.”

“Sure, but they of anyone would know who they would need to go to in order to unmark someone. You’re definitely not the first this has happened too.”

“I can’t ask him,” you shook your head.

“Well, that’s the easiest way.”

“Yeah, but then his pack would know, and apparently that would jeopardize his power play or something, I don’t know I didn’t really get it when he was telling me. I just know marking me, a human, and hunter nonetheless, who he wasn’t really that serious about would be bad for his reputation.”

“No kidding. What an asshole, the least he could do is take responsibility.”

“Oh, he’s not a bad guy. They have so many weird traditions about sex despite needing to fuck their dicks off twice a year. It’s really not that big of a deal, and frankly, he’s worthless to me professionally if everyone knew we were a thing once.”

“Still…” Yoongi sneered.

“Plus, you heard about the meeting? The wolves are sort of going through something right now and I am steering clear.”

Yoongi’s jaw was tight, and you could tell he wasn’t over this part of the conversation, but he moved on regardless. “Well, honestly, you need to steer clear of the witches right now too. My contact is on some revenge mission cuz of some Vamp boyfriend of hers.”

“A Bloodsucker and a Witch?” you awed.

“Yeah,” he echoed your astonishment. “But that means all her sisters are in on it now too. It would be suicide to even ask them for a piece of gum right now.”

“Is there another coven you know I could ask?”

“I’m serious, Y/N. Do not go near any witch right now. Not until things settle.”

“Okay,” you slumped back in your seat. “How about a Goblin then?”

“Nope. That’s who the witches are going after. If you approach one of them, the coven might think you’re colluding, then you’ll be worse than dead. Plus, goblins demand unreasonable payment.”

"Jesus, even your world has gone insane."

"Tell me about it. Even Death lost his mind. He went AWOL recently."

“Seriously? What does that mean? What happens if he’s not around?"

“I’m not sure, but honestly I’d rather just not die right now - I’m afraid I’d be lost in some sorta bureaucracy before moving on.”

“Fair enough." You buried your face in your hands and sobbed, "Ugh!There has to be someone who can help me.”

“When is the heat supposed to hit?”

“Tomorrow. I can feel it already.”

“Jesus, Y/N, why didn’t you say anything sooner? This is too last minute, even if I could get a hold of someone today. You’ll just have to endure this round.”

“I can’t.”

He gave you an unsympathetic crane of his neck. “You’re horny for a weekend, it can’t be that bad.”

“It is that bad. The first time I burned out both of my vibrators, and almost humped a lamppost on the way to buy another.”

“You’re so dramatic. Why don’t you just go back to that bar and find some dude? You can bag anyone, remember?”

“Yeah, and the first time I went through this with a human, he was my boyfriend, and he broke up with me.”

“Why?”

“I think he found it difficult to have endless sex with his girlfriend who was only horny because she was tethered to her exes mystic and superhuman sex drive.”

He scoffed. “Insecure.”

“That’s what I told him,” you nodded. “He was a colleague too, I figured if any human would understand it would be him. Like how would I even begin to explain this to a civilian?”

“Okay, if mankind is out then you only have two other options. Find another underworlder or stock up at the sex shop.”

“I guess so…” you trailed off, “I don’t know how many Helios I do know that might actually want to have sex with me that I can trust to not kill me. Why are you called Helios anyway?”

“That’s your word, not ours, and I was really leaning towards the sex shop when I was making my point, I wasn’t actually suggesting you go find someone.”

“Yeah…” you emptily acknowledged his words, since your mind was busy flipping through lists.

“Y/N…” he tried to snap you back to attention.

“It’s just…” you began to piece together your thoughts. “This hopefully will be my last experience. Since the first two times were basically flops, I wouldn’t mind ending this journey on a high note.”

He blinked. “You are the craziest person I’ve ever met.”

You looked at him, and then the thought occurred to you. Rather, the courage you always lacked came forward to capitalize on a thought you had always harbored.

“Hey, Yoongi,”

“No,”

“You didn’t know what I was going to ask.”

“I am not hooking you up with one of my friends.”

“I didn’t know you had friends; I was talking about you.”

He stilled, and his unmoving gaze scrutinized everything about you. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious.”

“I’m being a little bit serious,” you shrugged.

“A little bit?”

“A lotta bit. I mean, I’ve thought about it before. Haven’t you?”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Oh, come on… we have chemistry. I know you know that. Of course I’ve been curious.”

He didn’t answer, and his hard glare started to make you feel small.

“C’mon, you afraid you can’t handle me?” you retaliated against his silence.

He scoffed. “How sure are you that you could handle me?”

“Trust me, when this thing hits tomorrow, whatever you throw at me, I’ll be begging you to do again.”

He cleared his throat and kinked his neck. “It’s a bad idea.”

You rolled your eyes, melted into the booth, crossing your arms in defeat. You were partially embarrassed, partially disappointed, and partially willing to acknowledge that he might be right. “You didn’t say ‘no’ though, don’t think I didn’t notice that.”

He didn’t respond, and you felt a little flutter down south caused by the silence. He was considering it?

You pouted for a minute, but then decided to move onto a different subject - at least for the interim.

“I know Helio means heliophobic… it’s just, you’re not all afraid of the sun. So why the name?”

“It was what humans called the vampires when they discovered they were real. Then you all decided to call us all that. It’s offensive, really, we’re not all even the same Phylum.”

“What’s a Phylum?”

“Google it.”

“Are you offended when I say it?”

“I’m offended by a lot of things you say and that you don’t know what a Phylum is.”

“So you like Underworlder? Otherworlder?”

“I don’t care, Y/N.”

“Non-human?”

“I like whatever gets me out of this conversation.”

“Mm-hm,” you chuckled. But then your pride suddenly bursted somewhere in your brain. “What do you mean I can’t handle you?” you fired. “Just because I’m human? That's speciesiest. Now I’m offended.”

He sniffed out a sound that was part annoyed and part amused. “I’m sure you could, Y/N. I was just teasing.”

“What are you Imps into anyways? You hel–, I mean, non-humans all have your own sex kinks. What’s yours?”

“You can’t guess?” he tilted his head.

You looked down at the discarded twine sitting on top of the table. “I mean… you all like to play with your rope and knots and stuff. You all Shibari experts or something?”

“Something like that,” he affirmed, and there was darkness that graveled in his voice that made your skin prick again.

You swallowed. “Do you like… study bondage?”

“Technically we invented bondage.”

“Interesting…” you said, looking away trying to curve your attention to something boring before you ignited another flare-up. “Wouldn’t read that one in the history books.”

“Do most history books write about sex kinks?”

“I dunno… I’m sure some do," you pouted, sinking lower in your seat. “Maybe some of them even have your sketches in them.”

“You’re disappointed.”

“Well yeah…,” you threw your hands in the air, “I didn’t think you’d shut me down so quickly.” 

“I don’t want things to get complicated, Y/N.”

You leaned across the table, “I am the least complicated person on this planet."

"You don't say."

"I can be just like your little succubae friend - just wham, bam, thank-you ma’am. No strings attached, pun intended. I’ll even let you draw a picture.”

He looked unamused.

“What, am I not pretty enough to be drawn like one of your French girls, Jack?”

“I didn’t— you are insufferable.”

“I’ll let you tie me up. I’d love to learn from the experts.”

“Big no to that.”

“Oh come on,” you raised your hands above your head, crossing them like you were strung to the ceiling. “Don’t I look good like this? Tell me you’re not thinking about it a little bit.”

“I’m not.”

“Yoongi,” you moaned his name, loud enough for the next booth to hear. But instead of an awkward and confused silence befalling the space around you, you heard several men choke. You looked around the diner to find them pulling at the knots of their ties which somehow simultaneously tightened all at once. Your face split into a victorious grin. Now you knew he was thinking about it - and he knew you knew.

If the creature before you could blush you were sure he would be right now.

“Ahh, you men are all the same, no matter what species.”

“Phylum. And if by that you mean we like sex, then yes, but other than that, I assure you, we are not all the same.” There was now definitely a hint of something salacious in how he said it.

“Please don’t tease me about sex in my delicate condition.”

“Ha… if you’re delicate then I’m a Kelpie.”

“When was the last time you got laid anyway?”

“Last week. Can you please lower your arms?"

“Last week, really?” your arms dropped not in response to his request but in reaction to the news. Fuck, jealousy was a useless emotion. “I guess there goes that angle,” your tone was clearly disheartened. You took in a big breath and exhaled, surrendering your advances. “Well, I’ve thrown at you all I could. If you change your mind, you know how to get a hold of me - I’ll be at the adult fun store.”

“Mm-hm,” he hummed.

Fortunately, your pancakes arrived hot from the kitchen, just in time to curb the conversation from what was turning out to be an embarrassing display for you. But you appreciated Yoongi’s grace - despite how often you two jabbed at each other, he could have used this moment to seriously humiliate you, but he didn’t.

You tore pancakes into bite-sized pieces with your hands. Yoongi joined you. Even though the first time you did this, he scorned your little custom, he was eventually converted to your ways.

When the plate was ready, you grabbed the syrup and went to work coating every morsel you could find, until the bottom of the plate was a thick layer of amber and everything above it was a soggy, sugary mess.

You both grabbed a fork and began picking away at the plate, eating in silence. It was comfortable, familiar - despite the previously uncomfortable and unfamiliar proposal you had just made.

You liked having Yoongi as a friend, even though he might not classify your relationship as friendship, but, who was he to make that call? He didn’t seem to have much of a social circle at all, but then who were you to make that call, you didn’t know a lot about him outside of your little meetings or the poker hall.

You engaged in an awkward round of small talk for the first while, but soon you two became comfortable again. After you brainstormed a few ways for you to track down the rogue succubus, things became silent once more, and you could tell he had something on his mind.

“Are you serious about tomorrow?” he finally spoke.

“In what way?”

“You and me. Three days together.”

You eyed him skeptically, but hope flared within you. “Depends, are you going to reject me again if I say yes?”

“Look… if I do this, I have a condition.”

“What is that?”

“I want my debt to you to be cleared.”

You nearly choked. You didn’t expect that to come out of his mouth. It made you feel instantly uneasy. Maybe a little hurt. Maybe a little guilty?

“Am I that insufferable to be around?”

“Yes, but it’s not about that. There is a reason why I’ve dried up as a resource. There is a reason why I seem like a loner. It’s because I am chained to you, and everyone knows it. I can’t reverse that until I am no longer indebted - it is fucking up my life."

You stared stunned back at him. It made sense, though, but for some reason you had been blind to it. You had enjoyed your arrangement, not because he was indebted to you, but because it meant you got to spend time together. But you now understood why he had taken offense to your earlier remarks. He was hurting, and you were just insulting what he was doing which caused him his hurt. “I’m… sorry… I didn’t know. I’m an idiot.”

“I was the idiot who decided to gamble away a year of my life to you in a fucking poker game. I shoulda known better. It’s not your fault."

“I mean, true. You always did underestimate me. I didn’t realize you were so miserable…”

“I’m not miserable, don’t be dramatic. I’m just looking for an opportunity. You’d be doing the same.”

You nodded; he was right. If you had lost that poker game you definitely would have looked for ways to get out of your debt. “Well, I still wish you had just said something - I would have cleared you earlier. Or, hell, you could have just stopped, I wouldn't have chased you down or anything. I don’t even know where you live."

“We have to live up to our promises… or else we die.”

“Well now who's being dramatic? You’re all so extreme all the time, why do immaterial things always hafta kill you?"

"We are who we are."

“Look… Your debt is cleared. As of right now. Do you need me to say something formal?”

“You can’t clear me until afterwards.”

“No. You don't need to do... that. This is separate from that… I’m clearing you now. No more favors."

“Why?”

“Like you said, you’re drying up. I have no use for you."

He nodded, but this time his reaction wasn't offense, it was amusement.

"Also, I really don’t want to exchange sex to pay off a bet with you," you squirmed. "It’s uncomfortable. I wanted you to do it cuz you wanted to. I'm a romantic like that.”

He sat quietly for a beat, and you wondered what he was thinking. Then he nodded.

“Okay, well... I can’t just accept it, I need to perform a final favor, then you can clear me.”

“Mm… okay," you thought for a moment eyeing the half-eaten plate of pancakes in front of you. "You can pay for dinner, but I’m getting dessert.”

“Done.”

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When you were sufficiently stuffed with pancakes, cheesecakes and 4 bottles of beer, it was clear it was time to leave, but you lingered a little longer, not wanting the night to end. But eventually, Yoongi stood from the booth and pulled on his long, jet-black, wool coat, and dug his wallet out from its pocket. He dropped a wad of cash on the table.

“I have paid for dinner,” he said in a very formal tone that made you sit up straight. “Do you consider this act of service to be sufficient to clear the debt against me?”

“I do,” you responded awkwardly, not quite sure what you were supposed to say. He should have coached you first. “Payment is settled,” you said, channeling The Godfather.

“Good,” he smiled, satisfied - and maybe a little entertained by another one of your performances.

He reached for his black leather gloves and pulled them over his hands. You watched him do so, unsure of what you should do when he was done. This was kind of a goodbye… This might be the last time you saw him… at least for a while. You couldn’t call him anymore to meet you at the diner once a week. Well, you could, but… he would have no reason to come anymore. You didn’t expect to come here tonight for this to be a goodbye. You were going to miss him. But at least you weren't a burden to him anymore. That feeling sucked. You were a strange mix of relief and remorse.

“Come over to my place tomorrow,” he dropped a napkin in front of you, on it he had scribbled an address. “I’ll fuck your brains out.”

“What?” you coughed.

“Do I always need to repeat myself?”

“Ummm,” you felt yourself begin to fluster. “I said you didn’t have to.”

“Yeah, but I want to. And now I don’t owe you anything.”

Well, that was relieving, but you felt like there was a catch. “You sure?”

“Mm-hm. I think it’s a good way to end our relationship. Go out with a bang.”

“I mean… there’s gonna hafta be at least a dozen bangs.”

“I can keep up. And afterward, I’ll get you in touch with my guy. You’ll… probably hafta drink something disgusting that took a month to brew, but… at least you won’t be tied to that beast anymore.”

“Okay… great… thanks…” Honestly you weren't really able to look ahead to the future since you were cemented in time to the revelation from 10 seconds ago.

“And I have rules.”

You raised an eyebrow, “They are?”

He leaned down so he could whisper in your ear, and your whole body tightened at his proximity. His voice became low, enticing and dangerous, “Do as you're told, and don’t make me repeat myself.”

You felt yourself metaphorically clutch your pearls - your vagina also clutched its pearl - but this time you weren’t sure if the pre-heat symptoms had anything to do with it. “Damn, I didn’t know you knew how to flirt.”

He pulled his face back, pausing inches from yours, and you stopped breathing as you stared at his lips only a moment away from yours.

He winked, and you swallowed. He straightened himself up, running a hand through his hair as he inspected himself in the reflection of the diner's window. Then he placed his umbrella on the table in front of you, turned and left.

Go to Chapter 2.

[bossa-61240]

Idk how to really word this but I'm out here working on like magic* system for a sort of urban-ish fantasy setting (like parts of the world are hyper urban mega cities but other parts are closer to traditional fantasy). I call it a Magic* system because it's actually 4 different powersets with each having at least 3 subtypes. Going down the list in terms of rarity there's (throwing in a read more so people can more easily scroll by):

Aura, which is physically outputting spiritual energy into the world to complete a desired effect. This has a variant focused on attacking, defending, and healing. Everyone is capable of using aura abilities, you just have to either teach yourself or find someone to teach you.

Magic, which draws in energy from the caster's surroundings which are then channeled through the body into spells. I went with the traditional magic schools for the subtypes here (Abjuration, Evocation, so on and so forth). Magic is a bit strange with it's rarity, technically everyone is capable of minor magical feats but very few are born with the resilience of body to actually weaponize it.

Psionics, which are a result of an extra energy running through the user's neurons. There are actually 8 variants here due to the 8 different kinds of energy that can be coursing through the psychic, each one of these changes the color of a psychic's powers among other effects. As of the modern day within the setting only 6 have been found to occur naturally, the remaining two have been recreated in a lab setting and the powers associated with them are beginning to be explored. Unlike Magic and Aura, psionics are something you have to be born with.

So the last set of powers are a little strange but stay with me here. There was a large war, and after its conclusion a mysterious illness settled into the land infesting the way that peoples powers would manifest making them wild and unstable. In order to combat this the people developed a new set of abilities under the blanket name Occultism due to their shared origin. So the way Occultism works is that its like the main 3, but they have to be done through a medium. And through the path that has branched off the Occultists have developed new powers that their original counterparts can't do. Magical Occultists are the ultimate detectives, wielding the ability to magically read objects. Psychic Occultists use what remains of their psychic powers to manipulate the elements, generally they prefer to be called kinetics. Lastly you have the Aura Occultists, which have drawn in spiritual energies from beyond becoming able to commune with the dead and sometimes even grant them access into our world. Occultists are extremely rare, with only a few families remaining as such throughout the ages.

Inheritance works like this:

2*Any = the same (Ex. Psychic + Psychic = Psychic)

Any Standard + Any Other Standard = 50/50 for parent 1 or 2 (Ex. Aura + Magic = 50/50 Aura or Magic)

Any Standard + Occult = Any Standard (Ex. Aura + Occult = Aura)

[utilitycaster]

Could you explain further why preemptive healing is a good strategy/better than healing word whack-a-mole? And would the strategy work the same for other classes if they are the main healer, like druids or bards?

So glad you asked!

Consider the following scenario. You are the cleric in a four person 5th level party of the most classic Core Four makeup (fighter, wizard, cleric, rogue). You are well into combat and have not done any healing so far. Everyone's taken some serious hits and is at pretty low health, including the monster, who has a 2-attack multiattack. You did, however, all roll low on initiative, so the monster goes first, then the rogue, fighter, cleric (you), and wizard last. It's your turn. The rogue has 9 HP left. the fighter has 12 HP left. You have 20 HP left and are about 50 feet from the rogue and fighter, both in melee with the monster. The wizard has 7 HP left and is another 50 feet away from you (ie, 100 feet from the monster). And, unbeknownst to you, the monster has 50 HP left.

Preemptive healing: You cast toll the dead on the monster. It makes its save. You also cast mass healing word and heal everyone for 7 HP.

The wizard casts scorching ray and two beams hit for 14 damage. [wizard at 14 HP, monster at 36]

The monster attacks the rogue and fighter on its turn, hitting both and dealing 12 to the rogue and 13 to the fighter. They are both still up at 4 HP and 6 HP respectively

The rogue then attacks and hits for 20 damage. [rogue at 4 HP, monster at 21]. The fighter attacks and hits for 12 damage on the first hit and 10 on the second. The monster is dead; congratulations.

Whack-a-mole strategy: You cast guiding bolt on the monster and deal 13 damage. That is the end of your turn. [monster at 37 HP]

The wizard casts scorching ray for 14 damage again. [wizard at 7 HP, monster at 23 HP].

The monster attacks the rogue and fighter on its turn, dealing 12 to the rogue and 13 to the fighter. They both go down.

You cast toll the dead on the monster. It fails its save. It takes 7 damage and remains up. You cast mass healing word and heal everyone for 7 HP. [monster at 16 HP].

The wizard is running low on spells and casts fire bolt. It hits for 10 damage.

The monster attacks and hits the prone rogue and fighter again. They both go down. It's your turn. If you use mass healing word again, then you don't have a 3rd level for Revivify. Do you heal the rogue? If the DM isn't having the monster attack people who are down, then this could mean the monster attacks the rogue twice, downs them before their turn, and then the fighter makes a death save. On the other hand, if the monster IS attacking people who are down, then the fighter might die. Similar things may happen if you pick the fighter to heal. Do you try to attack with something better than a cantrip? You don't know that the monster only has 6 HP, and you could miss. Unless you're a grave cleric, you need to get into melee with the monster to cast spare the dying.

Now, I could continue, but this will get boring, and unless you're really fucked with the dice eventually you or the wizard will probably kill the monster, but note that you had better luck in the second example (your cantrip worked this time!) and got off a more powerful damage spell to boot and GUESS WHAT, you're still in combat with two people down over a round later instead of out of combat with everyone up, and you've used more spell slots, and a nat 1 death save could mean one of the two unconscious people dies. And I set this up in such a way that you and the wizard are relatively safe, with a melee monster that's not very smart and staying in place. What if that were a bandit with a ranged weapon? What if there was a second very low-level monster with only one attack who could take down the wizard? This is unlikely to go full death spiral; but a single fairly minor complication or a few really unlucky rolls could shift it that way.

If someone gets knocked out and they're before the healer in initiative, you lose their turn and whatever damage they would have done. That's actually the crux of it. It's a loss of damage, and it's a risk as well, and while clerics can do a decent amount of damage that's not really what they're typically built to do. It's much better, as a support caster, to focus on keeping your martial and DPS casters consistently up so that they can do what they do best, namely, attack. If you top someone up such that they don't go unconscious, you used exactly as many spells as you would if you waited until they did go unconscious, but now, they don't miss a turn. Is it really worth you doing that 14 guiding bolt damage when your fighter gets 1d10+4 damage and two attacks per turn?

And yes - this works for anyone who's playing a primary healer. It is better to keep people up in the first place than wait for them to go down.

If I may: I played the main healer, kind of by accident (cleric player left after like 3 sessions, leaving me, a bard, as the only full caster at all; we did have a paladin for backup but he was also our heaviest hitter and paladins don't get ranged healing). I didn't look up strategies, I just kind of learned by doing, and the whack-a-mole strategy never occurred to me. I was stunned to learn that people use it, because it is not remotely intuitive. Honestly, as someone who does not play video games at all, the reason I was initially drawn to healers was because I was like "I do not trust you motherfuckers to heal so I'm going to do it" and the fact that whack-a-mole is popular indicates that I was right.

[the-bar-sinister]

Chains of the Dragon (8986 words) by thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 2/?

catch up here. Additional Tags: Polyamory, Drama & Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, relationship drama, genre: political thriller and soap opera, plot heavy

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October 1, 2028– 9:50 am

Klavier sat up in bed while Ema was snoring beside him, the pale golden tendrils of morning light intruding through the blinds of his bedroom window. He leaned limply against the headboard, running his fingers through the thin, mussed strands of his hair as he stared at the ceiling blankly.

He should have known something was wrong when he hadn't heard from Apollo in four fucking months. Sure, they did not have as close a relationship as Klavier maybe wanted him to have, and sure, he wanted to respect Apollo's privacy and boundaries– but he still should have known something was wrong.

Maybe he had known something was wrong all along, but he was afraid to approach it. Maybe he was afraid that Apollo was simply done with him. Maybe he was afraid, as he had been at the start, that Apollo had only started fucking him at all because of his resemblance to his brother. Klavier didn't know what kind of relationship Apollo had, or hadn't had, with Kristoph, but he knew that on the few occasions where either of them would mention the taboo topic of the other Gavin brother, Apollo got that look in his eyes that Klavier had seen in Kristoph's lovers. But maybe it was just that as his boss, he'd had him under the same type of spell.

Klavier had to admit that he didn't want to know. He was much happier when Apollo was with someone else. With Athena, or Clay before– or damn it, especially when he was with Klavier himself.

Klavier didn't own Apollo. He knew that. 

Apollo didn't owe him any of his time, or anything else. But damn it, Klavier missed him. And he felt used the way Apollo would blow into his life for a few days, all laugther and smiles and letting Klavier drag him around on stupid dates, or else showing up at Klavier's place to cry in his lap and refuse to explain why– and then he would vanish again. Leaving him with nothing.

"Apollo Justice is fine!" Scheisse! Niemals! Absolute bullshit! Apollo Justice was as far from fine as you could get– but he didn't want to talk about it to Klavier! Hell, he was pretty sure he didn't want to talk about it to anyone.

And now, according to Trucy, he'd run away to some foreign country to become a monk and run away from all his problems.

The worst part is that Klavier could absolutely believe it. It sounded just like him.

Why the hell had it taken Klavier four months to decide to do something?

Ema stirred in her sleep, and he was pulled out of his dark, brooding reverie.

October 1, 2028– 10:25 am

Ema woke up, as she so often did whether she liked to admit it or not, in Klavier Gavin's bed.

“NNngh…” were the first sounds she uttered as she flinched away from the light of dawn. “...shouldn’t have had that much to drink…gah..”

It took her a second to register the fact, but she soon sank into the familiarity of it with a low hiss of breath. As much as she went out of her way to gripe and claim otherwise, she was living the fangirl’s dream of waking up in the bed of a rock star more often than they’d even dare to dream. 

It was a big, comfortable bed, too, more comfortable than it had any right to be, with slippery silk black sheets and big, downy pillows.

As soon as she roused, Klavier was on her like an animal– specifically, like a big, affectionate cat. He scooped his arms around her and nuzzled his neck.

"Guten Morgen, fräulein," Klavier purred. "So sorry about your head."

Ema’s face flushed a vivid red as she squawked in surprise, wincing at the sound. 

“Gah, you– you ridiculous fop!” Despite her barb, her arm looped around him as she shivered pleasantly. “I see you still like waking people up like you were some kind of overgrown housecat.” 

"You don't like morning cuddles?" he asked, nuzzling up against her under the blankets. His hair was askew, and falling all in his face, and behind his smile, he looked troubled. "Who doesn't like morning cuddles? You are ein monster, fräulein."

Klavier was in fine form that morning. Ema could tell. The more worked up Klavier was, the more of that ridiculous fake German got peppered into his speech.

It was almost adorable. Adoerible even. Though now that she was sober, she saw the flaws in that particular word smash up.

“Did I say I hated cuddling, Gavin?” she huffed as she reached a hand up to brush through his infuriatingly silky hair. “You’re in a mood today. Open your german word of the day calendar before waking me up?” 

"I wouldn't dare get out of bed while you were still sleeping there so cutely," he teased. "How is it you are still so cute even when you are snoring so loudly, mein liebchen?

He nuzzled his head against her fingers, rubbing against her–once more, like a cat.

Ema flushed deeper, and despite her performative little frown, she couldn’t help but feel a swell of affection for the ridiculous fop.

“Keep talking about my snoring, pal, and I’m going to dump a whole bag of snackoos on your face.” She tugged his hair lightly to make her point “how are you so peppy the day after…after an open bar?” 

"Liebchen, remember. You didn't take me to the wedding. For me, there was no open bar." He bumped his head gently against hers, and kissed her temple.

Ema pouted, idly stroking her fingers through his hair. 

“It's not like I tried to leave you out, Gavin. The Sprockets just insisted that Edgeworth bring a plus one and he picked me ‘cause I had to investigate that shitshow.” She leaned up, and almost kissed his cheek before she stopped short. “the maniac held two fucking wedding receptions to gaslight the couple. It was insane. Second…third, maybe fourth stupidest case of my life.” 

"I am a little sorry to have missed it, fraulein." He chuckled and shook his head, looking off into the distance. "Ah well. It seems that there are many things I have missed lately."

Klavier's arm brushed up over her shoulders and his fingers trailed teasingly across the back of her neck.

He knew, he KNEW she was ticklish there, which meant that he got exactly the intended response of her squeak and stifled laughter as she burrowed against him with a huff.

“Ggghh…” She looked up at him with tired and groggy eyes, “Khura’in, yeah?” 

"Ja, liebchen, Khura'in." He pulled her close as she leaned into him, and shook out his hair a little, running his fingers through it. "I knew that you were playing globetrotting detective, but it seems that I missed quite a bit."

She leaned her head against him

“It’s my job, Klavier… You…you know I have to go where I’m assigned. And I was assigned to prosecutor Sahdmadhi at the Chief Prosecutor’s request-and the guy sure liked racking up a massive travel bill.” Her fingers twisted against his sheets, near his leg. “A..a lot happened, nobody expected it.” 

"Fraulein, it is not you I am annoyed at, I promise." He kissed the top of her head. "Of course it is your job, that's not a problem. It's…"

Ema tilted her head up, and her lips brushed his chin in a quick kiss. 

“Justice, right?” She sighed, and placed her fingertips to her forehead. The pounding only got worse…she should have expected this. She should have.

"Herr forehead. Justice," he agreed. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You know we had the same kind of arrangement as you and I do– or so I thought."

For a moment he looked like he was about to continue, but he shook his head. "But this isn't the conversation to have right when you've woken up. Liebchen, I am a terrible host, I am sorry. Let me get you some ice water, and some breakfast."

Ema sighed, and flopped back against him more fully with an attempt at a smile. “Finally, you show a little mercy on this poor, weakened detective.” 

"If I'm anything, fraulein, it's merciful."

October 1, 2028– 11:15 am

Klavier was as good as his word, as always. He made her breakfast in his too-big, too-lavish kitchen full of gadgets it was obvious he rarely used. He'd left a whole pitcher of ice water and painkillers in front of her while he'd worked, singing and cooking like some kind of musical, if haphazard, chef.

It was almost a show. Not a very good show, but a show nonetheless. Hand squeezed orange juice. An espresso pulled from a great, gleaming chrome espresso machine. French omelets and buttered toast. All prepared to the melodic unaccompanied strains of Atroquinine, My Love.

Ema had, of course, downed all the painkillers her body could tolerate before she could tolerate the full lyrical irony of Atroquinine, My Love. It was a good song…hell, she even liked it. She’d never tell him that, of course. But after the whole Misham case, it always struck her as just on the edge of bad taste. Which, admittedly, almost made it better.

She was halfway through another full glass of ice water by the time he was done making espresso.

“I can’t believe I’m being served by a goddamned fairytale princess.” 

"As if I don't treat you like a princess every time you grace me with your presence, mein liebchen." He slid a double espresso latte in front of her. There was a heart in the foam.

He bustled over and grabbed the plates, setting them down on the breakfast bar before arranging himself on the stool across from her.

Ema flushed deeper, half hiding behind her water glass with a downwards glance at the latte.

“You do…” She stuck out her tongue. “it makes me think you want something.”

"What, every time I treat you like a princess?" he purred, gazing at her over his own coffee cup. "Would you rather I treat you as something else, liebling?"

Ema hid her face with another long sip of water before she answered. 

“A p-princess is fine. For the moment.” She stuck out her tongue before grabbing the mug of espresso with a huff, “...thanks for the coffee, your majesty.” 

"Cheers, Prinzessin," he cooed, raising his cup. "As for wanting something from you, I already got your cooperation for that yesterday. Like we were talking of in bed."

She sipped the espresso latte with a quiet nod. “Yeah…I know. Just so you know I don’t think it’s exactly as dire as Trucy might have told you, Klav.” 

"Trucy did make it sound pretty dire. Why don't you give me your perspective then. If your head's calmed down a little."

She took another long sip before she set the mug down. 

“The guy’s adoptive father just died, and he had a whole trial to save his childhood best friend from his abusive aunt.”

Ema grimaced as the details of the trial flickered through her mind, the spirit channeling, the attempted public execution, the kidnapping plot. The whole thing had been a huge mess that nearly ended badly for everyone. She wasn’t happy with Dhurke, hell, she didn’t even like the guy. But she couldn’t deny that Apollo had complicated feelings about him, that the man being dead didn’t help.

“He was in kind of a rough place, too, after the Phantom trial and everything after. I think he saw the chance to open his dead father figure’s law office as a chance to do something good and maybe get back on track. Some time away, you know? My guess is he’ll be back in LA once the retrials are all finished and there’s enough lawyers to have a functioning legal system again.” 

"Are they making good progress? It's been what, four months now?" Klavier looked slightly pacified, but still concerned, a little frown written on his cute face.

She knew Klavier and Apollo hadn't exactly had a tight knit relationship– she suspected that both of them had wanted more from it than they thought the other one was willing to commit. And now Klavier seemed to have proof of that for himself.

Ema sighed, pushing her hand through her hair. 

“Yeah, four months or so. I’ll be honest, last I saw while working with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi it wasn’t going well. They’re blowing through retrials but nobody’s picked up the job of defense yet. I’m guessing they’re just celebrating being free before getting back to work, but…” 

Klavier lowered his gaze, his frown deepening. "What do you mean by this, fraulein? No one is picking up the job of defense?"

Ema grimaced into her coffee. “I mean every defense attorney Apollo exonerated hasn’t returned to practicing law as far as I’m aware. Leaving him and Nahyuta the only defense and prosecutorial team actively in duty.” 

He nearly spat out his coffee. "The only defense and prosecution in the city? That's madness, fraulein!"

“In the country, actually.” Ema took another sip of her increasingly necessary coffee. “It is insane, yeah. I’ll be honest, Klav. I’ve been working myself to the bone there too…that’s part of why I’m back. I needed a break. But, I’m sure they’re just celebrating before returning to the practice. Hell, it’s likely to be resolved by the time we GET there.” 

"Well if it is, then we can be there just in time for the wrap party, ja?" He forced a smile, but it was clear that he didn't believe it. "Fraulein, it sounds like poor Apollo Justice has been even more miserable for the last year than he would let me believe."

“Of course he is!” Ema put her fingers to her forehead. “I mean…Justitia, Klavier. He lost his best friend, was forced to doubt his close co-worker, had to deal with that whole clusterfuck in Cauli with the spy ring, and then got dragged to the ass-end of nowhere to solve his absent-ass dad’s murder!”

She gesticulated wildly as she spoke. “Apollo Justice is NOT fine. I think that’s why he needed a change of scenery, even if the situation still sucks!” 

"Scheisse, fraulein, you don't think I know that? But he did not want to talk to me, ja? Every time I bring up how he's feeling, he pushes me away."

Klavier scowled, looming over his coffee with his shoulders slumped.

Ema sighed, and leaned forward to place her hand on his shoulder with a furrow of her brow.

“Look, Klavier. I’m gonna tell you something as someone who also really cares about him, loves him even.” 

"I'm listening."

“Apollo Justice may be one of the most emotionally constipated, hard headed, stubborn idiots I’ve ever known…and I idolize MIles Edgeworth. I think Apollo Justice would sooner up and die in a plane crash than communicate his fucking feelings.”

"Please don't say die in a plane crash under these circumstances, fraulein." Klavier sagged further. "But no, you're right. You're very right. I just don't understand why, or what to do about it."

Ema rubbed his shoulders. 

“I dunno, Klavier..” She sighed. “aA much as I don’t wanna admit it, maybe traveling to go see him really is the right option. See if you can slap a little sense into him where I couldn’t. I don’t think what he’s doing is..bad…per se..”

Her eyes glanced downwards and her brow furrowed.

“Sometimes…sometimes you just have to deal with a responsibility for a bit.” Like with Lana. Her sister languishing in the depths of corruption for her sake once more flashed through her mind, willing to set herself on fire for the responsibility of keeping her and her future safe. “b-but he might be going too far.” 

Klavier made a frustrated scoff at the back of his throat and waved his hand dismissively.

"Ja, ja, liebling, I already know that! I have already resolved that he must be dragged back." He shook his head. "I meant how do I get herr forehead to talk about his feelings?"

“Probably not torture,” Ema said dryly, “so leave your pliers at home.” 

"Scheisse." He snapped his fingers. "But, if it's only probably, maybe I should bring them and my shock baton anyway, ja?"

He grinned that same catlike smile as usual, though his clear unease was still written behind it.

Ema snickered quietly. “Yeah, feel free. If nothing else might make for a fun afternoon.” she joked “...but seriously. I think maybe you gotta brute force it. I’ll help. “ 

"If you'll help, fraulein, maybe we can actually manage to pry him open."

She leaned in and pecked his lips in a quick kiss. “Like a fucking oyster.” 

He chuckled and grabbed her jaw, pulling her into a more full kiss instead.

"Like a fucking oyster, liebling. You'll help me make the travel plans after breakfast?"

Ema chuckled darkly as their lips parted, tasting the sharp taste of the espresso on her tongue as she gave him a salute. 

“After breakfast. You got more treating me like a princess to get through before I help you do something stupid.” 

"Of course, Prinzessin, I won't shirk my duties."

October 1, 2028– 10:45 am

Trucy had just gotten off the phone with Pearl.

From the sound of it, the start of the Police Academy had been going well enough…Pearl had managed to get Vera Misham as a roommate, exactly as she knew they both had been hoping. Trucy waited until after they gossiped about the Academy and Pearl’s fellow recruits before she dropped the bombshell.

The ‘I’ll be out of town for a little bit hunting down Apollo Justice for sport and personal reasons’ bombshell, mixed with the ‘oh btw he’s my brother’ one for good measure. 

Pearl had taken it well. Disappointed that she couldn't come along. 'This is the second trip to Khura'in I've missed!', but she wished Trucy luck and made her promise to bring Apollo over to say hello once they were back.

She hadn't been surprised about the brother thing. Her exact words were 'oh I had just assumed'.

It was perhaps the most underwhelming part of the conversation. At the very least Trucy had been hanging her hopes that someone would be blown out of the water by this as she was.

But Pearl was always captain perceptive…it was no surprise she saw right through to the truth while Apollo and Trucy were too wrapped up in their nonsense to notice. But she promised to take lots of pictures, bring back lots of sweets, and to ‘Drag Apollo back kicking and screaming’ if need be to say hello to her.

As the call ended, she felt a little more bolstered, a little more ready to face the rest of the day before her flight. She had to break the news to the De Famme twins, so they didn’t lose their minds without her. 

Betty was probably going to be angry. After all, it was only two months ago that Trucy and Bonny had managed to wheedle her into agreeing to the twins joining the Wright Anything Agency– and Trucy's act– in the first place. Finding out that practice was going to be canceled because her boss had better things to do would probably steam her up.

When Betty got steamed, it always turned into a huge production…so she stalled, stopping for a parfait at the cafe on her way to the studio and playing with her phone as she thought about whether she should just do it via text or not.

She ran into an unexpected problem when she was seated at a table at the cafe– right next to Betty who was working on her own parfait.

“............” Trucy slurped a bite of her parfait as she slowly tucked her cell phone in her cloak’s sewn in pocket. “Well, well, well. Look what the bat dragged in.” she grinned teasingly. 

Betty looked up at her with her spoon in her mouth, and gave her a dark look under her long lashes. "I should say the same thing to you, Wright."

She wasn't in her magician outfit, instead her 'civilian' identity– a heavy purple yukata with a chrysanthemum and rose pattern, her dark hair brushed back from her temples and pinned away from her face with butterfly clips. It was clear why she and her sister had never been caught at their twin act before the trial.

Trucy leaned on her hand with a wink. 

“You could, but you haven’t dragged me anywhere yet.” she grabbed her parfait, and plopped herself on the seat opposite Betty. “But don’t, this is fortunate…I was actually hoping to corner you and Bonny about something.” 

"You'll have to settle for me for now, Bonny's busy." Betty leaned over the table toward Trucy as she sat down. "What is it? Are we fired?"

“You’d wish!” Trucy teased with a sly edge to her grin. She scooped up a strawberry with her spoon “but I’d miss you too bad, Betts. No, you’re stuck with me for a long time yet! but practice is going to be put on a hiatus for a bit.” 

"What? What for?" Betty demanded, growling. She grabbed the strawberry off Trucy's spoon and popped it into her own mouth.

“Hey! Tch…”Trucy pouted before she reached out to steal a bite from Betty’s in return, popping it into her mouth before she could stop her. She tilted her nose up. “Because I have to go save my idiot brother from becoming a Justitia damned monk for the rest of his life.” 

"I'm sorry, you have to what? Since when do you have a fucking brother?" Betty snapped with an incredulous look. She went back to sucking on her spoon as if it was a cigarette.

Trucy waved her spoon in the air with a soft huff. 

“I have to go save my brother from becoming a monk, geeze Betty. This is like…elementary level stuff.” She pointed her spoon at Betty “first…I didn’t know I had a brother until like…yesterday when my Daddy finally deigned to tell me. Second, I’m not even joking. You probably saw it on the news, yeah? The whole revolution in the Kingdom of Khura’in?” 

"Yeah, of course I saw the news. And then you fucking told me you were there," Betty snorted. "So what, that guy that you left there– what was his name, Paulie? He's your brother now or something?"

Trucy nearly spit out her parfait. 

“Eyyyyy, Paulie” she snickered over it for a moment before she corrected Betty. She stuck her tongue out after swallowing. “Polly. Apollo. We share a momma, Betty. The Siren of the Ballad, Lamiroir. She had amnesia and then wanted to keep it quiet ‘until the right moment..” 

Trucy's expression twitched, and she pushed down the anger and frustration into her usual flippant playfulness. “And now I found out just at the right time…when the asshole’s gone to cloister himself as the sole arbiter of justice in the mountains.” 

Betty frowned around her spoon, and mumbled. "Sho he's not in line for the gramophone?"

Trucy stared at her for a long moment as she fished in her nearly empty parfait.

Gramarye throne.

“No. I mean…maybe? Lamiroir turned out to actually be grandpa’s amnesiac daughter who he abandoned in Europe…so I guess by that token Apollo kinda has a claim if he really wants to, but..”

Betty pulled the spoon out of her mouth and pointed it at Trucy. "So is he a rival, or not? I'm not killing anybody. If you want him gone, he can just stay a monk, right? Unless he's learning fucking… mountains monk magic."

Trucy warred with dual impulses, one one hand, she nearly broke out laughing. On the other hand, she wanted to launch a strawberry into her face for even suggesting it. Her spoon came up about halfway before she finally broke the urge and ate it instead with a low snicker.

“He’s probably learning all kinds of magic from that smug ass prosecutor who he was making doe eyes at the whole trial. If you know what I mean.” She scuffed her foot on the ground “but gosh…I dunno if I’d ever call him a rival. Polly HATES stage magic after all I put him though. And I want him back, he’s making both ME and his special friend upset.” 

"His 'special friend' huh?" Betty gave her a dubious look. "So, what, is this a breakup thing then? Cause I'm telling you right now you should not get in the middle of a breakup, Trucy, it'll be a fucking mess."

“But he’s my brother!” Trucy whined “and anyway, they didn’t break up! They haven’t talked in like…half a year or something. There’s a difference. Their mutual girlfriend’s back in town and she’s gonna book us a flight to go burn down the temple or something.”

She held up her hands “metaphorically.” 

"Metaphorically." 

Betty drawled back, clearly not convinced. She leaned across the table toward Trucy. 

"So let me get this straight. You're flying to another country, to stick your nose in somebody else's romantic business. That somebody is a potential Gramarye rival and your secret brother who's learning mystical magics from some monk prosecutor. And you're possibly burning down a temple. Does that sum it up, yes or no?"

“More or less, yeah.” Trucy tipped her hat up with a shaky smile. “But Polly would never fight me for the Gramarye name..”

Why would he? It’s a history of violence, manipulation and cruelty that lead to some of the greatest stage magic man had ever seen. And he hates stage magic, he never stops screaming from the moment he hops on stage to the moment we drag him off. “But that sums it up pretty nicely otherwise, yeah.”

"Great. Wonderful, okay. Two things. One– you're buying me another parfait. And two. We're coming with you."

Trucy’s eyes widened. 

“first…why the hell am I buying you a parfait? You ATE part of mine. Second…why the hell do you wanna drag yourself and your sister to Khura’in with me?” 

"One– because you owe me for listening to your sob story. And two, uuuh, who fucking wouldn't want to go stick their nose in other people's business, burn down temples, and steal mountain monk magic? Because I'll tell you right now I'm getting a piece of that monastic shit."

Trucy pointed at her.

“Not before I do, Betts. I’m gonna buy you a parfait but it’s coming outta your next paycheck, okay?” She waved down the waiter with a snort. “...alright. You and Bonny can come, okay? But you’re gonna be sticking to me like glue.” 

"Obviously! I'm not going to be sleeping at the hotel while you're doing all the fun shit."

Trucy grinned widely “great! Then you can carry my bags, cutie pie.” 

"Like hell I am!" Betty sneered. "If anything, Bonny can do it."

[alphinias]

TSITP is already laying down the ground for bellyconrad endgame and jeremiah cheating situation. they’re only “winning this season” but the foreshadowing is already there:

1. Belly talking to Conrad and saying “if my dad had cheated on my mom, she probably wouldn’t even care” and Conrad being like “why wouldn’t Laurel have a reaction?” And Belly being “nothing about my dad really excited her”. This goes back to Season 1 and Laurel saying she loved John but it was safe like a “cozy campfire” that would keep her warm at night but never really gave her fireworks. Then she says someone did gave her fireworks once but it would have burned them alive (as Belly and Conrad right now that are dealing with too much and their love is to strong for this). This is Jer = campire Con = fireworks. Belly then asks if it didn’t work out with either, then how does she knows when it’s the right person to which Laurel responds that she’ll know when she wants to be with someone because nothing would matter and it would just feel right.

2. During that phone conversation with Conrad, Belly says “I just can’t imagine marrying some that didn’t give me fireworks. like electric jolts every time i saw them” to which Conrad agrees. That he wouldn’t marry someone that didn’t make him feel electric. Again, referencing Laurel’s conversation with Belly on Season 1.

There’s not reason why that conversation was even in there if it’s not to foreshadow the future. Every line in TV matters. I feel like Belly will be paralleling a lot from her parents relationship with Jeremiah by settling for a sense of blind safety mostly as a cover from Susannah’s death which is why she’s so in denial and holding onto their relationship on book 3. She will be getting into a relationship that doesn’t fully excite her and from Belly’s pov, you can tell her relationship with Jeremiah fully lost it’s spark long before the cheating occurred. One of the reasons I feel like Laurel didn’t want Belly to marry him is because she knew she was going to end up like her. Belly and Jeremiah would’ve ended up divorced for the same reasons Laurel and John did. But not even like 17 years in but way sooner then them.

Also how that Laurel speech is the same episode Jeremiah launches fireworks at Belly and Conrad to stop them from kissing out of spite to just seal the metaphor that Conrad is Belly’s fireworks.

3. After that conversation, Belly tells Conrad about her discovery. She tells him “Did you know Venus is an evening star for 263 days out of the year and then it disappears from the sky for 50 days before returning as a morning star for another 263 days out of the year. And right now it’s an evening star and it’s very bright next to the moon, actually I’m looking at it right now (…) i wish we were looking at it together”. This parallels the quote “For Belly, Conrad is the sun and when the sun comes out, all the stars disappear”. Venus was named after the goddess of love and beauty. And just the whole thing foreshadows that their love might go for a while but will never disappear because it will always return to them.

4. No one mentioned this but when Belly and Jeremiah were in that store picking up the cupcakes on 202, as Jeremiah walks away there’s a frame in front of just Belly in which you can see them selling peaches and pie – and we all know that book 3 bellyconrad scene involving a market and peaches.

5. Just the parallels, the references of their relationship, the song choices for both couples, the infinite necklace, the shirt, the change about Belly losing her virginity to Conrad.

6. Jeremiah referring to BellyConrad as having some “invisible string”. Also, let’s point out how Nikes by Frank Ocean played during a Belly and Jere scene last episode and it basically says “I’m not him but I’ll meant something too”.

7. And just since last season, when Belly and Conrad kissed, the song choice spelled their entire arc and I know it was intentional because it was cut in a way that you could hear: “This love is good this love is bad. This love is alive and back from the death. This hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me.” And “when you're young, you just run. but you come back to what you need”. The original song doesn’t follow that same line but bellyconrad songs are always cut in a way that foreshadows their arc. Just like how the lines used for The Way I Loved You foreshadows Season 2.

8. Conrad saying last episode that he seems himself in Cousins and the beach house in 10 years. That same house being the one he finally confesses to Belly, the one he lives in when they reconnect and the one they end up together and married at.

9. BellyConrad and StevenTaylor are Jenny’s endgames for sure and they’re paralleling each others arcs right now. With Taylor and Belly going onto that journey of wanting to “let go” of their first love only to realize they’re just settling for that type of love that it’s just easier because they are not that invested in it emotionally. It won’t hurt as much if you’re not truly in it. Jenny basically called Steven as “Taylor’s Conrad” so it makes sense why Taylors low key projecting on Belly right now.

Like, it’s not question bellyconrad is endgame. They are being written as the love story of the show and Jeremiah as the person getting in the way of that. “And unnecessary detour” as some reviewer called it. Everyone can see it except jellys that keep making their relationship deeper than it actually is. Jeremiah is clinging to belly as a way to cope with his mother’s death and so is she. And it will come back to bite them.

Couldn’t have said it better myself anon 😂 I don’t have much to add because… yeah. I think you nailed it all.

[thelastkaj]

[queentheweeb]

Shota Aizawa X Male Reader X Hizashi Yamada Pt 2

You were getting the hang of this new job rapidly and in the span of almost 3 months, you had some of the kids in love with music and others who liked it. That was your goal as a music teacher, you wanted to give these children something fun to do. They're always stressed and worried about school work and their future and what it holds, it's like everyone else forgets that they are only 15-16 years old. They don't know everything and will make plenty of mistakes and it's good if they make it here instead of out there in the real world. The real world is cruel and you won't get a second chance if you make a mistake. You even managed to grow close with Aizawa and Yamada, especially after the USJ attack and Kamino Ward Incident. It also became excessively harder and harder to hide your growing feelings for them. Why were your feelings trying to be a homewrecker?

"Earth to Y/N." You jumped looking up from your paperwork to see who was talking to you and it was Nem.

"I-I heard absolutely nothing you said." She rolled her eyes grabbing a chair to pull up next to you forcing you to scoot over and make room for her.

"Oh, that much was clear darling." Without a warning, she pulled you into a hug you automatically returned it knowing how the woman got if you didn't hug her. You'll be lying if you said you didn't love the affection.

"Your hugs are nice Nem." I wish Aizawa and Yamada would hug you the way she does. You mentally shook your head to rid yourself of those thoughts. Honestly, it made no sense for you to like them in the first place. They were married for fucks sake! That didn't stop your wishful thinking though that maybe, just maybe they are polyamory.

"You disappeared on me again love." You jerked getting out of her arms but she left her hand on your shoulder to steady you 

"I'm sorry Nem." You chuckled nervously tugging at your collar and feeling your face flush. You were trying to calm down but the way that she was looking at you as if scrutinizing you and looking for your deepest secrets made you flush brighter and squirm in your seat

"You didn't get affection growing up did you?" You felt yourself choking on spit fumbling for an answer but nothing but gibberish came out of you. Before you embarrass yourself further you opt to shut up. Was it a pro-hero thing to be able to read people this easily or did Nem have a secret quirk? "I figured as much." She tutted turning around and propping her feet up onto the desk wary of your homework and lesson plans spread out 

"You're going to stay here?" You hoped your voice didn't sound too hopeful not wanting her to feel obligated to stay here but you wouldn't mind the company.

"Yeah, I don't have much to grade or do. I can save it for later on. Besides I have some business to take care of while I'm here." The grin that adorned her face spelled bad news so you went back to her paperwork unaware of the conversation she was having with two people.

The Power Trio

S: I will never understand why that's our group name (12:43 AM)

H: SHOUTA!!! Don't be a stick in the mud! (12:43 AM)

N: Name a better trio than us (12:44 AM)

S: My three cats, me my bed, and sleep (12:45 AM)

N: Honestly Shouta fuck you (12:46 AM)

H: This is exactly what I have to deal with on a daily basis. Do you see this? The disrespect is real (12:46 AM)

S: No one told you to say yes (12:49 AM)

N: Alright you love fucks, I didn't text you for this. I'm giving you some juicy gossip about your new boy toy. (12:50 AM)

S: Wanting a relationship with someone should not be called a 'boy toy' (12:52 AM)

H: Don't pay Shouta any mind, he just can't admit he's excited to hear what you got to say UNLIKE ME WHO WANTS EVERYTHING AS OF YESTERDAY!!!! (12:53 AM)

N: So your sunshine here loves affection. He's a whore for it. He got next to nothing growing up so now he craves it. You know what that means Hizashi (12:54 AM)

H: STEP 1: HUG HIM AT ANY TIME AND PLACE ESPECIALLY IF IT LOOKS LIKE HE NEEDS ONE. (12:56 AM)

S: Step 2: Actually make sure he doesn't go overboard and scare him (12:59 AM)

H: I AM NOT THAT EXTRA :((( (1:00 PM)

S: Yes you are (1:01 PM)

N: Yes you are (1:01 PM)

H: Alright you know something. I am DONE being ATTACKED and BULLIED by the two of you. I am going to do WHAT I WANT and watch me WORK MY MAGIC. (1:03 PM)

That was the end of the conversation as Nem glanced over to look at you while you were back and forth between grading ferociously and creating lesson plans. 

"Hey, Nem what do you think about me doing this for the classes this week." She stopped thinking about scheming for a bit to help you with your lesson plans even if all she was able to do was listen and give support. "Well, I want to throw like a little music parade collab dancing thing for them. So I asked each person in each class to give me their number one favorite song. They have no idea why I want to do this but I thought that after everything happened with the USJ attack, sports festival, and the Kamino Incident that music would be a nice distraction. Everyone focuses on the hero classes but they're forgetting about the business, support, and general education classes. They were affected by all of this as well but no one thinks about it since it was the hero classes that faced it head-on. I also figured since there's no medical facility here to check the mental health of these 15 - 16 year old's I figured that music would bring them a sense of semblance and peace...I'm sorry I started rambling." You ducked your head blushing but, weren't prepared for the way that Nem jumped you squealing.

"I BEEN SO BLESSED TO HEAR SUCH WORDS. THE POWER OF YOUTH IS SO BEAUTIFUL." She started speaking gibberish after that not bothering you in the slightest. She was a lot to handle but, you saw why so many people loved her. She needed to be cherished despite her rambunctious personality. You hugged her back as much as you can before she let go standing up to make her leave "I have one more question for you love." You hummed giving her your full attention "Are you polyamorous? How do you feel about Polyamory?" Leave it to her to ask such an outlandish question.

"........I would usually lie about this answer but for some reason, I don't feel compelled to lie...I am poly-amorous so you can assume the answer for the other question..." You winced but refused to lose eye contact with her. You were used to the disgusted looks, being bullied, and being ostracized for your preferences.

"That's actually great that you're not judgmental. It's hard to find people like that nowadays." With that cryptic response, she took her to leave which left you with more questions than anything. You tried to take your mind away from it by throwing yourself into work and coming up with the perfect plan. You already had permission from the principal to use one of the gyms for class considering your quirk was both close-range and long-range. 

"Fuck, I hope they like this." You didn't notice two people standing in the doorway until one of them spoke.

"Like what?" You let out an unmanly shriek losing slight control of your quirk. You looked at the notes that formed floating mid-air as you grabbed them swiftly crushing them into your palm where they'll eventually disappear from your skin. You were embarrassed turning to said person but your blood pressure sky-rocketed when you saw it was Aizawa and Yamada standing there. You gaped like a fish as they made their way inside getting comfortable around the desk and picking up your papers to read them. You felt your heart thumping hard in your chest from their proximity and you were getting drunk off of Yamada's cologne.

"U-uh, I wanna create like an m-music dance collab in the gym for each class using my quirk. I got permission from the principal to use the gym." You almost flinched when an arm fell across your waist and you turned to give Yamada a smile when he was beaming at you ready to talk a mile a minute. Were his eyes always that pretty?

"Speaking of quirk, what kind of quirk do you have? It's music-related I know that I can tell by that slip-up when Shouta scared you." You chanced a glance at the man and almost squeaked when you saw how close he was to you. Now that you think about it they both were invading your personal space and you had no qualms about it.

"Well it's literally called music, I am able to make whatever instrument noise I want by creating vibrations with my body, also when I sing the notes become 'real' in a sense like you two saw, and depending on how low or deep they are will determine what kind of note comes out. Now the fun part about the notes is that I can control their size and use them to carry people around and make them float and dance to the beat. It can also be used to pin someone to a wall and give them a massive headache if I make the vibration or note high enough." You were so caught up in talking and explaining your quirk that you didn't notice they both shifted and now you were somehow in between Yamada's legs and leaning against his back with Aizawa leaning forward his face a few inches from yours.

"You always had bright eyes but they shine when you're excited." Aizawa was too close, he was too close and your feelings just increased ten-fold and shot through the roof. 

"Now who's playing it smoothly." Yamada's teasing voice vibrated in your ear and you couldn't suppress your shiver. Judging by the look Aizawa gave you before looking at Yamada it didn't go unnoticed.

"Forget smooth, straight to the point is the way." Straight to the point? Your eyes widen when he leaned completely in resting his forehead against yours and holding onto your hips. You would have been on the floor with a nosebleed if it wasn't for these two men holding you up. "I and Hizashi are polyamorous, always have been but we could never find someone to fit well with us."

"A little birdy told us that you were the perfect match." Fucking Nem was going to be the death of you if you weren't sent to the grave by these two. 

".....You two are actually serious." You looked between the two of them even though it was kind of hard considering Aizawa was blocking 99 percent of your vision.

"Don't get time for lies..." Aizawa trailed off and you realized with bated breath that they both were waiting for you to say something. This opportunity was not going to present itself ever again.

"Can I call you Shouta and Hizashi?" You waited for Aizawa to respond but Hizashi beat him to it

"Only if you say yes." You smiled a bit finding this all surreal but you weren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth

"Why else would I be asking?" It took a minute but it got through their heads. You giggled but were left a stuttering mess when Aizawa placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

"Oh, that's not fair." You were forced to look up as Hizashi gave you a firmer kiss that didn't last but left you drunk nevertheless.

"You're both going to send me to an early grave." You felt more than heard Hizashi's chuckle.

"Oh, sweetheart this is only the beginning."

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