#bash is a fashion disaster

[omgthatdress]

basically, it's an exhibit about how being in the met collection changes a garment because now it can no longer be worn and has to be handled with utmost care and delicacy. Sounds like a FASCINATING exhibit (personally I'd kill someone to go) but how the FUCK are you supposed to dress for it? I'm guessing a lot of people will go boring and do a lot of nightgowns. Crossing my fingers praying we'll see some actual cool historical-inspired looks, looks inspired by the garments in the collection, but remembering the disaster that was the "gilded elegance" theme, my hopes are not high.

are they actively trying to kill the met gala?

[klm-zoflorr]

Stranger Danger AU lineup!!

Melanie King: The Head of the Magnus Institute, Melanie King, is nothing if professional with a side of fashionable. Could she bash an old man's head in with a pipe? Sure, maybe, but I'm sure she means well.

Sasha James: Under the carefully cultivated office manager/bookworm exterior of the Archivist lays a mysterious personality, knowledgeable and ruthless with matters regarding the supernatural.

Annabelle Cane: Having just been hired, Annabelle is a colorful and good-hearted bisexual disaster. She was assigned to the Archives by the Head herself. To what purpose, I wonder?

Elias Bouchard: I'm sure I've seen this man somewhere. Right? What was his name again?

[artsy-hobbitses]

Of the list of your current ocs, which ones would you personally smash or pass?

Oh god you’re talking to a Bi Disaster whose Writer’s Poorly Disguised Fetish Fountain tends to overflow into everyone in varying degrees, so asking which OC I would smash would uh, would be a list several feet long. (PASS is mainly really horrible dudes like Proteus or Sentinel, who while designed to look somewhat classically good, I would not touch with a ten foot pole unless to bash their heads in)

BUT if I had to narrow it down to THE MOST artist-smashable:

Also listen I KNOW OMAR/PRIME IS A DILF DON’T QUOTE TEXT AT ME I WAS THERE FOR AT THE DAWN OF TIME he was SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED TO BE ONE alongside Megs BUT he is TOO DAD CODED for me personally to even think abt smashing 😂

HE IS MY DAAAADDD

Sergio/Sideswipe didn’t immediately hit me as “jump his fucking bones” until I established his past as a manual class union rep whose fashion oscillates between JRPG rebel and Gangs Of New York extra (I am so SO weak to this aesthetic, you slap suspenders, flatcap and a waistcoat on a man and I’m twirling my nonexistent pigtails).

Preston/Prowl was ALSO not initially designed to burn up a room, but then I gave him reading glasses and let him take off his shirt a little and I oh no oh shit he’s hot I HAVE PLAYED MYSELF.

“But Oni you put up a pic of Hound AND Mirage? Did you mean Hound or Mirage?”

Yes.

“But which one of them?”

Yes.

For NON Humanformer OCs, Rhames Allardyce from my Pokemon journeys is the Irish Single Father of my heart, designed to obliterate half the chatroom with his Dilfening every time I hurl new art up, and you will not BELIEVE the amount of filth I’ve drawn AND written for this sweet, sweet man.

[moirtre]

*    03.    ANTHOLOGY: the solo activities of letalis.

capitalizing on the immediate success experienced by the seven-piece, apricus began promoting solo activities for each of the members two years after their debut. aside from music, the members have all managed to successfully find their niche activities, allowing them identities apart from their role in letalis.

 ‎ ‎ ┉       *       ﹙ㅤʬ              ›             NAIRA.

‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀&.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀going by the solo alias of naira christiansen, naira was the first member to pursue acting as her primary solo activity. typically appearing in thai soap dramas and short films, she's made a name for herself as one of the most sought-after female leads. her most notable drama, released in 2018, features naira as a workaholic university professor who finds herself being pursued by a hardened ceo in the midst of a pr disaster.

 ‎ ‎ ┉       *       ﹙ㅤʬ              ›             MELANIE.

‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀&.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀easily the most well-known member outside of the group, melanie was the first to embark on solo activities. known for her self-made brand, melanie has found success as both a solo artist and brand ambassador. beginning with her musical debut under the name, melanie bae, in 2015, she has released a total of eight solo projects including three #1 albums, 37 charted songs, 3 top ten songs, and one #1 single. her most popular release, chanel blues (2020) received both popular and critical acclaim even being cited as the album of the year by billboard magazine.

 ‎ ‎ ┉       *       ﹙ㅤʬ              ›             JUNIPER.

‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀&.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀outside of the group, juniper is best known for her infamous mysterious persona. as a model juniper finds her niche in avant-garde high fashion editorials and runways. beginning with a controversial calvin klein endorsement in 2017, juniper quickly became one of the most sought-after models, appearing in multiple subsequent campaigns for the brand through 2019. after being named the international face of valentino in 2021, she's opened every major fashion week show for the brand since.

 ‎ ‎ ┉       *       ﹙ㅤʬ              ›             EMMY.

‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀&.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀as a soloist, emmy has continuously proven herself to be a powerhouse without having to compete with melanie's demographic. as the second to begin her solo activities in late 2015, emmy's status as an icon is most notable in japan and the united kingdom. debuting as a solo artist with her rap-heavy japanese album, emmy found rapid success within the japanese entertainment industry landing variety show appearances and a few action dramas. her rise to stardom in the united kingdom came in 2022 through her casting as the fiery, altruistic new anchor celine misuki in the hbo max drama 'succession'.

 ‎ ‎ ┉       *       ﹙ㅤʬ              ›             NARYUN.

‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀&.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀notably the last to begin solo activities, naryun has found a home in the r&b and neo-soul scene. taking heavy inspiration from artists like frank ocean, solange, umi, and sabrina claudio, naryun quickly established herself as a self-producing artist. with all of her music being written, produced, and composed by herself and close friends, trenton won and hwang minseo, naryun takes on a more underground feel with her music. choosing to focus on personal growth and musical quality, naryun has released two full-length albums since her debut in 2019.

 ‎ ‎ ┉       *       ﹙ㅤʬ              ›             HERI.

‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀&.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀despite her apathy for public attention, heri began making a name for herself as a television personality and producer in 2018. beginning with her appearances on running man and i live alone, heri gained a reputation for being a bashful personality with a competitive edge. additionally, though less known, heri has found acclaim for her production credits under the penname carré. often pairing up with songwriting and composition duo romeo and pluto (better known as avos' hwaseong), heri is often spotted on apricus' most futuristic credits. most recently, she has been one of three rotating hosts of apricus culture's exclusive variety show, for the culture, since its debut in 2022.

 ‎ ‎ ┉       *       ﹙ㅤʬ              ›             SIENNA.

‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀&.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀a known triple threat, if anyone can give melanie a run for her money, it's sienna. though initially making her acting debut in 2017, sienna quickly proved herself to be a capable actress landing a lead role in a short-lived netflix original in 2018. her continued display of acting prowess carried her through her beloved roles as lexie lim in the movie 'love, simon' and its sequel 'love, victor' as well as the infallible angelia ellery in netflix's 'the politician'. after announcing a break from acting in 2022, sienna reinvented her image through her pure pop debut album, barbie blues. the album debuted to immense attention in the western music market, securing sienna's american music award recognition as 'best new artist'.

[etherealabyss11037]

Just Who’re These Two Cuties?

Angel’s two costars in one of his videos during the Poison sequence really caught my eye for their designs. There’s quite a bit of color and detail put into them, and I hope these designs won’t be wasted and we’ll see them once again in the show. Perhaps they’re part of Angel’s small group of work friends that Viv mentioned giving him? Only time will tell.

Anyways, since we won’t be getting any confirmation for a while, I’ll just go ahead and start going full-fandom by giving them names and headcanon characteristics. Hope ya enjoy!

Alright, the rabbit-looking one to Angel’s left I’ve named Autumn.

Headcanons:

His human name was Ethan.

He’s a 100% gay man.

Similar to Angel, he had a flamboyant flare to his personality and is fond of fashion.

Died in the late 1980s in his early to mid 20’s in a gay bashing after leaving a gay bar with a male companion. His companion survived and escaped, leaving him behind.

Once he spawned in Hell, he spent his first few years working as a street prostitute until being picked up by Valentino one day, who offered him a place as one of his pornstars in his studio- so longed as he signed a contract, of course.

Autumn has worked for Valentino ever since, receiving similar treatment to Angel from Val, but not as severe nor frequent. He’s pretty submissive to Val overall.

Had a major crush on Angel prior to doing a shoot with him and got pretty excited when Angel gave him “the look” during Poison.

His sins were Lust, Pride, and Envy.

Now that I’ve got Autumn covered, let’s move onto the goat-looking dinner to Angel’s right that I’ve named Hyacinth. Headcanons:

His human name was Hudson.

He has a sensual, yet “innocent” demeanor. He’s also rather quiet and reserved off-camera.

Also a 100% gay man.

Was of French descent in life and can speak French to a degree.

His favorite color was purple, and that manifested in his sinner appearance.

He also loves flowers, given his name.

Had a soft, “feminine” demeanor that caused him to be bullied in life.

He likes pets/scratches behind his goat ears.

Died in the 1990s in his early to mid 20’s from a natural disaster.

Once he respawned in Hell, he served as a waiter in a restaurant. One day, Valentino attended this restaurant and, after being served by Hyacinth and seeing his potential, offered him a role at the studio. Hyacinth figured it was better than being a minimum wage waiter, so he agreed to sign the contract.

Is docile and submissive in personality, so rarely is ever at the mercy of Val’s aggression. I’d also treated like a pet by Val.

Understands his disarming appearance and uses this to his advantage to assess a situation and see how he can make the most out of it.

Is a vegetarian.

His sins were Lust and Sloth.

Alright, that wraps it up for now! If y’all have any other ideas about these two, please share them! Also, if you come up with better names for them, please tell me! Suggestions are always welcome in the realm of headcanons.

[louisisalarrie]

The double standards in this fandom are sometimes crazy! People both here (especially one “Larrie” blog) and on Twitter going crazy about how embarrassing Louis is and how stupid he is because of ONE like, and at the same time the same people are praising Harry and go all #freeharry when he’s modelling with his newest fake girlfriend in NY.

Sorry, but why is it, that people feel sorry for Harry and his closet, but Louis gets called out every time he tries to keep up the straight image. We haven’t have a stunt gf/date since the Sofie disaster and if some likes and follows on IG can keep it at that, could we then just happy and not call him out every time

Sorry for the rant! And I know you are not “guilty” in this, I just needed to get it out. I seriously feel sorry for Louis and lot of the time because his fans sometimes is so quick to stab him in the back!

Holaaaaa anon. im pretty sure I know the exact account you’re talking about hahaha. There are a couple like that which are pretty popular, and it’s very frustrating. Craaazy double standards go on between louis and harry, and I think a lot of it is because Harry’s got a glass closet going on. His actions look like he’s bashing at the door, trying to get out, being himself as much as he can and being loud. He’s all but confirmed he’s not straight, and we see him actively jumping around with the pride flag and being flamboyant and very touchy with men.

The uhhhh not hate, but frustration, towards louis, mostly comes from it appearing that he doesn’t even wanna come out. That he’s just not even trying anymore. That he’s not being loud, or true to himself, and he’s just doing the bare minimum for us, and for himself. That he’s too focused on appearing straight for his career now and is compliant with his forced closeting.

However, the lack of louis’ overt pushing, means a lack of stunts. The Big Gay War in 2015 is a great example. He was pushing soooooo hard, and got stuck with the most godawful stunt ever. Mind you, louis took a lot on his shoulders when it came to closeting during the 1d years. I’m absolutely not saying that Harry didn’t, but louis did more and more to give Harry a little more freedom every time. Again, not comparing, but stating a fact that S*mon had louis with his hands tied and louis wanted to protect his baby. He was treated very differently by S*mon, given harsh reprimands and gaslit and was bullied into doing it.

I think he has a bit of a different perspective on it because of that. Harry and Louis are both very different people with very different ways of dealing with their closet, and it’s silly to compare them though. And I think louis is happy where he is at the moment, and I don’t think he’ll come out without Harry. I just don’t see him doing it alone.

It comes down to everything from their fashion choices, to stage presence, to fan interactions, to interviews, to stunts, and they’re just not going to be loud in the same way. Not to mention, their teams are extremely different too. The Az*ffs looooooooove love love Harry being a trendsetter, and actively encourage (most of) it. He does still do shit to fight back, 100%, but the Harry styles brand now relies essentially on his glass closet and the ambiguity of his sexuality, ya know?

I do hope we get very loud larry content soon though. It does get frustrating. We’ve not even gotten a single interaction between them for years.

Anyway, they shouldn’t be compared. Louis loves Harry, Harry loves Louis, they’re together, they deal with their closets differently, they have different levels of fame and fan demographics and brands, and they’ll come out when they can and are ready, and that’s the end of that.

[dnangelic]

"are you going to wear a costume for halloween, daisuke? i haven't figured out what to wear yet..."

' --- ah . ' it's a soft sound of realization , complete with an expression that practically screams : i hadn't thought about it at all ! ' s-should i ? ' he laughs a little , a hand rubbing bashfully at the back of his head . in this instant , it's a surprise that anyone has even bothered to ask him . ' maybe i should , huh ... ? '

a dress-up occasion didn't feel particularly special when chaldea's most invested tailors , seamsters , and ever-eager fashion designers had a hand in practically every outing ensemble the phantom thief wore . not to mention , no matter how much he might have wanted to choose something for himself , any sort of costume ( as well as halloween activity ... ) would have to be shared with the phantom servant infused into his body . given the dramatic discrepancy between his own and dark's overall preferences ... well , it was safe to say there was more than a little potential for an argument and disaster .

still , wouldn't it have been a little fun ?

even if he stayed in his room , there was no doubt dark would peek an eye open , wake up , and end up griping and goading him on for the entire night . "come on , what a waste of a perfectly good holiday !" is what he'd probably say . "join a dance ! find a party ! why not meet some of the other younger servants ? get some candy instead of sitting around moping all alone , daisuke ! live and laugh a little , even if it's the end of the world !"

the flush on the boy's cheeks deepens a little , but he still tries to be brave . ' do you --- want to figure out something together ?! ' blurting it out in a completely uncool way , a palm settling instinctively over his chest to try to keep track of his fluttering , blustering heart-rate ... ' i mean , if you don't want to because you think i'm a little too lame or boring or something , t-then that's totally fine , but --- ' he has no idea how to phrase the clumsy , earnest spill of his feelings . ' if it's ... no , if it's with you , uhhh , if it's you --- ... ! '

he doubles over , giving up ( or self-combusting , really , ) for a moment . by the time his head lifts and he's finally calmed down a little , he's already transformed --- though a hand still runs shyly through his hair and he softly smiles at her in his same usual , bashful , blushing way .

' ... s-sorry . what i meant was , i probably wouldn't wear anything by myself --- but , if you're going to be doing things for halloween , and you still haven't decided on what to wear , then i'd be happy to pick out something with you . it might be more fun that way , right ? ' his hand falls away from feathery strands , and instead extends itself out to her . like this , the phantom thief's expression warmly brightens . ' ... only if you want to , of course . what really matters to me is that you're happy , artoria-san . '

[no-not-without-you-blog]

Flufftober 14th: 20 Questions

Summary: Bucky and you ask each other questions to get to know each other.

Prompt by @flufftober Graphics by @firefly-graphics

“Can I get a question?” You were laying on the couch, head in Bucky’s lap as his fingers carded through your hair softly. This had been a tradition that had started on your very first date.

It was a blind date and you sat nervously, waiting for him to arrive. Why you let Sarah set you up was beyond you. You had been on so many unpromising and boring dates that you had effectively sworn off dating. But Sarah was adamant about this one. She said Bucky was a friend of Sam’s and was sweet and somewhat shy but incredibly good looking. So you decided to give him one shot. You just hoped you weren’t the only one driving the conversation, like usual. 

You waited about ten more minutes, feeling like you were being stood up. Just as you were about to get up from the booth, frustrated at having gotten dressed up for a no show, you looked out the front window and saw a man run up, flowers in hand, using the reflection of the window as a mirror, frantically trying to smooth down his hair. He was good looking and you could only hope that that was him. 

He walked into the restaurant and looked around, trying to scope out his date. He asked the host if you were still here and when the host pointed back to your booth, he nodded and thanked the man, walking back to the booth.

“Y/N?” He asked, a nervous smile on his face. 

You smiled, nodded, and stood up. “Yeah. You must be Bucky.” He nodded and then handed you the flowers in a sudden jerk of his hand out to you.

“Th-These are for you. I know it’s kinda old fashioned, but my Ma always drilled into me to bring a dame- a woman flowers on the first date.” You couldn’t help but smile at both his nervousness and his sweet gesture.

“Thank you, they’re lovely.” You both sat down in the booth and an awkward silence filled the air. 

Right as he was about to say something, the waitress walked up and asked for your orders, making him blush at his failed attempt to make conversation.  After she walked away to submit your orders to the kitchen, the silence returned for a moment before he finally spoke up. 

“I’m sorry that I’m shit at this. I haven’t been on many dates recently and the few that I have been on have been disasters.”

You laughed at his honesty and nodded your head. “Honestly, same. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a decent date.”

“I…have a hard time making conversation sometimes. But I have a solution if you’re okay with that.” A bashful look crossed his face.

You weren’t sure what he meant, but this was by far the most interesting date you had been on in a while so you decided to entertain the idea for now. You nodded your agreement and he started to reach into his leather jacket. He hesitated for a moment and looked up at you.

“Promise not to poke fun?” While it was a serious question to him, there was a hint of flirtation in it. You smiled at him and motioned over your chest.

“Cross my heart.”

He smiled and then pulled out a folded piece of paper. “I saw this list. O-of questions to ask on a first date to help you get to know the person better. I think some of them are dumb, but some seem like fun questions. Wanna give it a go?”

It didn’t take you long to think through what he said. It made a smile spread across your face. It was a good idea, but it was also that he had prepared for the date. He had put in time and effort to make it go well. That meant more to you than you knew. 

“Yeah. It sounds fun. Hit me with one.”

He was surprised that you weren’t just willing but seemingly eager to attempt them. He was worried that he would seem like an idiot. He unfolded the list excitedly and looked over the list, trying to find a good question. 

“Oh, okay. This one seems good. What’s the silliest fear you have?” You laughed at the question. But you really had to think about it for a moment. 

You laughed as your answer came to mind. “Okay, but you can’t make fun of me for it. You know how sometimes you open a bottle of medicine and there’s cotton inside to keep the pills from moving around? Pulling that out. I can’t do it. I have to have someone else pull it out. I don’t want to touch it or see it. I can even hear the sound of it if I think of it too long.” You made a disgusted face and shivered slightly.

Bucky tried not to laugh, but he couldn’t help it and a fit of laughter escaped his lips. You gave him a mock angry look but you couldn’t help but chuckle with him. You reached over and snatched the list from his hand. “Okay, my turn.” You looked over the list and found a good question.

“Here’s one. What’s a fact that floored you when you learned it?”

Bucky thought for a second and then laughed out loud. A big hearty laugh. “That you are ten times more likely to get bit by a New Yorker than you are by a shark. Also, that you're ten times more likely to get bit by a New Yorker than by a New York City rat.”

You gave him a look of disbelief before you busted out in laughter. “No. There’s no way that that’s true!”

“I didn’t think so either and then I looked it up. It’s as true as can be.” You both continued laughing for a minute and with that, the ice was broken and conversation flowed more easily. You both looked over the questions and asked back and forth, learning new and interesting things about each other without any awkwardness.

You had continued the tradition of asking each other questions throughout your relationship. Sometimes simple and silly questions, other times they were deep and revealing. You’ve played the question game for over two years now. As you grew to love each other and as you moved into your apartment together. 

“Baby?” You looked up at Bucky who seemed lost in his thoughts. He blinked and looked down at you, remembering all the questions you had asked him and he had asked you. Remembering all the answers and conversations that had grown out of them. How he felt like he had never known or been known by another person as much as he did you. How he could spend his whole life asking you questions and learning who you were more each day. 

“Sorry baby. What did you say?” He finally responded.

“I asked if I could have a question.”

He looked down at you and smiled brightly. He knew what he wanted to ask you and he hoped he knew what your answer would be. He had been waiting for the perfect time to ask and honestly, this was as good as he could hope for. 

 “Will you marry me?”

Taglist:

@annasrefuge @chrisevansdaughter 

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Six: In Old Yellowcake Pt. 6

 “What do you normally do for your mercury flare ups?” Dolly asked to break the silence. “.......” Envy hummed in an angry manner as their bitter reptile eyes narrowed. “Envy, don’t be like Freddy when it comes to this sort of deal.” Dolly said, not thrilled with the possibility of dealing with a second forced doctor’s visit.

 “Don’t you EVER compare me to Freddy! I have to eat red stones to get it under control! Happy!?” Envy snapped, insulted that someone would dare compare him to Freddy the walking disaster. 

 “Okay, I’ll have to teleport you back to your apartment then and..”  Dolly calmly said before she got cut off. “No you will not, I need to get Freddy and rip out Greed’s spine!” Envy retorted loudly at the idea. “Envy, please don’t do that. You can barely walk and you have no feeling in your hands.” Dolly attempted to reason all to no avail. 

“I have my ways, I can get pretty creative.” Envy snidely said as the metallic taste arrived in their mouth. 

 It became a silent walk for about a few more minutes, Dolly focused on getting Envy back to base and hoping Dorian didn’t rocket launch out of the backpack. Soft trembles came from Envy as the mercury poisoning got worse. Whether it was the mercury poisoning getting to Envy’s brain or if they had enough time to calm down, Envy finally said something that wasn’t verbally hostile for a change, kind’ve. “Even though this is the most insulting way I have ever been treated by anyone, thanks for carrying me.” Envy said in a snobbish fashion as they got carried along.

 “You’re welcome? The offer still stands about getting you back to the apartment.” Dolly gently said as she hoped Envy would go for the offer.

 “I can’t, if I fail this, there is no going back with that ugly old hag.” Envy finally admitted. “She sounds like a rather wretched creature.” Dolly commented from the gathered limited knowledge she had on Dante so far. “You have no idea how accurate that statement is.” Envy confirmed as they slumped a bit.

 There was a pause in the conversation as Dolly had something brewing in her mind. After some internal debating, Dolly finally said something now that she had some proper time to compose. “I’m sorry Envy, I may have been a bit too much what I said there earlier and maybe I was being too harsh with you in previous interactions. I’ll make the effort to be nicer towards you if you promise you make that same effort for me in return. Do we have a contract?” Dolly said as her tone warmed a bit, something Envy had wanted to hear in person since the memories started.

 “Fine, just don’t get an inflated ego from me agreeing to this and it doesn’t mean you’re off the hook from your impending punishment.” Envy said as their eyes averted away from Dolly.

 There was a bit of a chuckle at Envy’s response as Dolly drew near to the clearing where the rest were at. Lust was the first to notice that Dolly was carrying Envy like a bag of potatoes, Greed’s eyes lighting up a bit as a bit of hope on obtaining Freddy. Carefully, Dolly lowered Envy to the ground, Envy giving a murderous glare at Greed upon seeing his face light up. Moment that Lust and Gluttony were checking over Envy, Greed attempted to dash right out of the clearing to meet up with his band of chimeras. Greed didn’t get too far as something sped quickly though the grass and wrapped around Greed’s ankle. A broadening smirk was on Envy’s face as they had shapeshifted their right arm into this fleshy tendril-like appendage that had itself wrapped around Greed’s leg. “Told you that I could get creative.” Envy said offhandedly to Dolly as they lifted Greed up and started bashing him around like a cloth doll.  

  The bludgeoning of the earth with the projectile named Greed continued on for a good five minutes until Greed was not moving or making sounds. Envy rested after that they got to wreak havoc on Greed for the Freddy abduction earlier. Lust, Gluttony, and Dolly were silent for a moment as an oddly peaceful smile was on Envy’s face. The grip around Greed’s leg, however, didn’t loosen or relax. Greed was going to stay put as an exchangement fee for the return of Freddy as the sound of a car coming up to the location with the ever loud, familiar complaining could be heard.

 “MY TRUCK! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO IT!?” Freddy wailed from inside the car, the chimeras looking like they’ve aged a decade since having Freddy in their grasps.

 “See? We came all this way to rescue him and this is the thanks we get? Such an ungrateful brat he is!” Envy remarked from the ground, still dealing with the mercury poisoning. The Chimeras shoved Freddy out of the car as they headed out themselves. Dolcetto, looked right at Envy with the most exhausted look on his face as he gripped Freddy by the shoulder and basically shoved him to the homunculi. “As much as we want to obey our boss there, my dog-like sense of loyalty is telling me that he’d be better off without this burden.” Dolcetto started as he forced Freddy to go back with Envy, Lust, and Gluttony. “What made you change your mind?” Dolly asked, concerned with what Freddy had done. “Lady, that menace complained the entire time and made us drive around town to get him curry! CURRY! Then once he got the damn curry, the asshole complained about stomach pains and then..oh god I do not even want to relive that ordeal! HE EVEN MADE BIDO CRY!” Martel explained as Roa comforted a traumatized Bido.

 “He was the worst abductee that we’ve had the displeasure of kidnapping.” Roa said simply, looking relieved that he can now get rid of Freddy.

 Taking the opportunity before Envy could say anything, Gluttony started to drag Greed over to the Chimeras, Envy relenting as they let go of Greed’s leg. Roa carried the unconscious Greed into the car as the others followed suit in boarding the vehicle. Without needing any prompting, Greed’s chimeras had enough of Freddy, sped off before that horribly spoiled rotten brat of an adult climbed back in. Dolly just looked in shock at Freddy as he kicked up a crying session over the roofless horror truck.

[ao3feed-hawks]

Hawks Hires Fire

Hawks Hires Fire by Im a nerd

After getting stopped for loitering in Musutafu, and later caught for breaking and entering, and then a final scrape where he'd almost been caught stealing, Dabi had jumped on the first train he could find, and it had brought him here. Apparently, he was in Fukuoka now.

Wandering aimlessly in a new city was not an effective way to plan your future. But now that he'd taken those few days off, he had determined that yes, he was going to need a job of some kind. He always heard that hero agencies paid the most, but he couldn't stand how fake heroes could be.

After walking another two blocks, Dabi stopped to squint at the tall, glistening building in front of him. Between the immaculate windows and his own poor eyesight, the far away kana took a lot of time to decipher.

“Hey, were you here for the job?” He turned to the chipper voice, spotting a golden haired man with red wings.

“Did you say job?”

A. K. A. - The story of how Dabi gets hired at Hawks’ brand new agency – without applying.

Words: 33297, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Original Characters

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Takami Keigo | Hawks

Additional Tags: Shinyverse, Pre-Canon, set four years before the start of canon, debut hero Hawks, Dabi before the League, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is Not a Villain, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crack Treated Seriously, One Shot, Dabi | Todoroki Touya-centric, Fluff, Banter, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Hero Public Safety Commission Bashing, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Injuries, Stress gripping, Holding Hands, Communication, fashion disaster Hawks is the funny fluff we need, Love Confessions, Getting Together, censored swear words because that's how I choose to write, Not Beta Read

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43508299

[syeph0fuck]

The ONLY good thing to spawn from the press has been this.

[arialerendeair]

I would love a ficlet of Magnus choosing his wedding outfit. There’s no way he didn’t go through about 1000+ before he chose his iconic look 😘 Bonus points if he gets a little help 😍

OKAY LISTEN.  LISTEN I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.  SO DAMN MUCH OKAY?  IT’S PERFECT AND AMAZING ADN JUST.  YES.  

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Catarina stepped through a portal and had to fight down the urge to laugh as she looked at the piles of clothing scattered around the loft, and the sound of angry muttering coming from the closet.  She summoned the champagne and two glasses before she headed into the bedroom.  

Magnus was standing in front of two different suits hung up in front of him, his eyes narrowed as he studied them.  

“You know he’s going to marry you no matter what you wear, right?” Catarina asked, opening the champagne, pouring them both glasses as she walked up to Magnus and offered him one.  

Magnus glared at her, even as he took the glass and sipped the champagne, humming happily at it.  “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to look my best!”  

Catarina snorted, even as she watched him snap and change out the option that was flecked with green for one that was mostly blue.  “Magnus, you always look your best.  What’s Alec wearing?”  

Magnus waved a hand and another plain tux appeared next to the bureau.  “He said this was fine.”  

“Ahhh, so that’s why you’re panicking,” Catarina said knowingly, looking back over to him.  

Magnus snapped his fingers again, discarding both the suits in front of him, summoning two more before dismissing them in an irritated wave of his fingers.  “Dammit,” he growled, knocking back the rest of his champagne.  

“Stop chugging my expensive champagne like that, you know it’s meant to be savored,” Catarina grumbled, refilling his glass, raising her eyebrows when he looked at her sheepishly.  “Now tell me what’s making you panic over this.”  

“Nothing,” Magnus grumbled, snapping his fingers again, touching the velvet pants before he banished them to the floor with an irritated noise.  “Absolutely nothing, it’s perfect, it’s my wedding day and-” 

“And,” Catarina interrupted, stepping in front of him, reaching out to touch one of his hands.  “You’re acting like Alexander won’t marry you if you don’t wear the perfect outfit.”  

Magnus sighed and lowered his hands.  “I know that’s ridiculous, but I want to try to wear something I know he’ll like, and that I’ll like and still feel like me, but I don’t want it to be too much, and-” 

“Magnus,” Catarina interrupted, taking his champagne glass and her own, banishing them over to the vanity before taking both of his hands in hers.  “Look at me.”  

Magnus huffed and stared at her.  “I know I’m being ridiculous.”  

“No,” Catarina said with a smile.  “You’re panicking almost exactly as much as I expected you would be on your wedding day.”  She looked towards his closet.  “Now, which suits do YOU want to wear?”  

Magnus took a deep breath and waved his hand, three appearing hanging on the door.  “One of these.”  

Catarina nodded approvingly.  “I like all of them.”  Her eyes glanced between them all and then to Magnus again.  “I think you should wear the burgundy one.” 

Magnus looked a her and back to the suits.  “I do like that one,” he agreed, reaching out to trail his fingers over the suit.  He took a deep breath and looked around at the rest of the clothes piled and clapped his hands together, putting them back into his closet, hanging his suit next to Alexander’s, staring at them. 

He blinked hard and realized that they’d be getting married wearing those later. This time when Catarina handed him the champagne glass, he took it and sipped it slowly, glancing to her.  “I’m getting married, Cat,” he whispered.  

Catarina nodded, stepping up beside him, brushing her shoulder against his.  “That you are, my friend.  To the first person I think I’ve ever seen you be with that deserves you.”  

Magnus couldn’t help the wet laugh that escaped his lips.  “Don’t let Alec hear you, that kind of compliment will go to his head.”  

“Noted,” Catarina said with a smile.  “Now, have you finished most of what you need to do?”  

“Mmhmm,” Magnus agreed with a hum.  “Ready as we’re going to be, with a few hours here for fretting.”  

“Well, that’s my cue then, isn’t it?” Catarina said, summoning a portal.  “Good thing I planned a few spa hours for the both of us then!”  

Magnus blinked in surprise and then turned to Catarina with a grin.  “Why Ms. Loss, you’re going to have me pampered properly, aren’t you?”  

“Don’t pout at me like that, you’re only getting one bottle of this champagne,” she said, wagging a finger at him.  

“You make one brilliant winery investment over the years and lord it over my head for centuries,” Magnus said with a sigh, stepping through the portal and into the salon with a grin.  

Catarina grinned and stepped up to the counter.  “Someone has to have something to lord over, you’re absolutely insufferable when you’re this happy.” 

Magnus laughed and let her whisk him away for manicures and pedicures.  

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Feel free to send me fluffy prompts for the Malec Anniversary Bash!!  

[desertsongpdf]

VIDEO ESSAYS 5 (4 / 3.2 / 3.1 / 2 / 1)

how to tell a joke (and how stephen chow does it)

the side of scorsese we don't talk about

sing makes me sick

how kingsman pulled off the craziest fight scene in history

the spongehedge theory

how phineas and ferb did the "impossible"

why shark tale is a cinematic disaster

why elsa is a terribly written character

why ralph breaks the internet is a cinematic disaster

why neo noir is important

the ideology of the first order

disney's gay cultural appropriation 1 / disney's gay cultural appropriation 2

why do good directors turn bad?

movie titles: why they matter

color films was built for white people

a love letter to pop punk

the death of melody?

the lost art of album rollouts

it's okay if you're not number 1

the club 27: mental illness and art

the power of album covers

trainwreckords: "passage" by the carpenters

p!nk's 'woman-bashing' anthem

the band everyone thought was the beatles

what is the house of the rising sun?

horror books have lost their identity

the art of sci-fi book covers

why you can't stay organized

art, fashion & the french revolution

how to understand a picasso

carravagio: master of light

when the world became a de chirico painting

why america doesn't watch formula 1

i taught an ai to solve the trolley problem

nas daily - the tale of a narcissistic scumbag

what is the purpose of true crime?

delivery apps screw over everyone

originality is dead and im dacing on it's grave

objectively bad art

we created 'that girl'

what gordon parks saw

im terrified of getting old

lgbt+ and homophobia in the k-pop industry

ben shapiro and the tragedy of political commentary

influencer talk shows aren't working

the john mulaney story got even worse somehow

the over saturation of video essays

the dollhouse of death that changed forensic science

[duskamethyst]

mistakes.

a/n: totally for self indulgence... don’t know how is this gonna do though since i’m not sure if a lot of people has caught up with the manga but i’m pretty sure the fandom has seen him at least once and instantly thirst for him. so, idk what colour his eyes are (i can see blue but fanwiki says green so i stuck with that and in between). this comes with a package of me pointing out how big and buff he is and idc if you’ll get annoyed over it.

word count: 6.1k

genre: AU, nsfw, smut, angst if you squint

warnings: DARK – NONCON, coercion, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, choking, mind break, breeding, face fucking, slight dacryphilia, spitting, age gap, degradation, virgin reader, dilf toji manhandling reader

pairing: toji x f!reader

languages available: vietnamese.

summary: you want to surprise your bestie, megumi upon his arrival home from college but things take a terrible turn.

one.

heavy rain starts pouring as soon as you’ve reached the front doorstep of the fushiguro’s household. it was a dumb idea to not bring an umbrella with you despite the sky already starting to get dark when you left home earlier, but you were willing to push your luck and started sprinting once you felt prickles of droplets landing on your skin. with a stroke of luck, you managed to escape the heavy downpour from soaking your clothes.

drawing a deep and relieved sigh, you take a moment to regain control over your breathing before knocking the big front door. aware of the aftermath of the run, you fix your hair with your hands as you wait for megumi to come and greet you. 

college made you and the male to part ways until phones were the only thing that kept you both up to date with each other’s lives. ironically enough, that’s the thing you forgot to bring when you left home in a rush and excitement to surprise your dear friend since he’s coming home today. you can vividly remember the last text you read; he was at the train station and you had to estimate the time of his arrival and the time he would be at home instead of asking him.

however, you’re caught slightly off guard when a different man opens the door for you instead. nonetheless, your lips curl to a sweet smile and there’s a brief of awkward silence before he speaks. you know him, but he doesn’t seem to remember you at all.

“you’re..?” with a tilt of his head, he looks down at you with a curious brow. 

“it’s me, mr. fushiguro!” you offer your name, scrutinizing the expression on his face as his forehead crinkles while he jogs through his memories. then he glances at you and away in thought and back at you again with wide eyes when he finally recalls.

“oh, it’s you!” he ruffles your hair, a bit too enthusiastic in spite of his usual character that you were always familiar with. “i haven’t seen you in a while.”

you let out a little laugh, “yeah. i think i was fourteen the last time i saw you, mr. fushiguro. but it’s nice to see you again.”

“ah, yes. i had to go out of town and overseas for business a lot.” toji explains, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly bashful that he didn’t recognize the girl– no, woman before him even when you both have met plenty of times back when you often came to play with his son since you both were still little. 

but can anyone blame him? time works wonders and now the little girl he used to know has grown to be much more mature and gorgeous and so... demure.

“yeah, megumi told me. speaking of him, is he home?” you finally inquire, bringing up the reason why you’re here in the first place. 

two.

“why don’t you come in first? it’s cold outside.” he says before immediately turning around without answering your question. you close the door behind you and follow him closely, also somewhat intimidated when you realize how tall and huge he is– the tight fitting shirt stretches over his wide back and accentuating his physique even more. his arms are toned and popping with veins, not the way you used to remember at least, but you’ve never cared to notice. you’re not certain of his age either, but you’re pretty sure you’d be surprised if you find out.

“do you want coffee or tea?” toji suddenly breaks the silence as you nervously stand in the middle of the room to take a glimpse around the kitchen like it’s your first time being there, completely heedless over his gaze lingering up and down your curves, observing the figure of a girl who just freshly went through her womanhood and your lascivious beauty before he quickly turns around to grab two mugs from the cabinet. 

“anything is fine.” you politely reply, fear of sounding somewhat demanding if you choose your preference despite being offered with choices. 

“come on, you’re giving a man a hard time.” he jokes. “and sit down.”

he’s trying to extend his invitation though intentionally sounding assertive, but when he sees that you are quick to comply and scramble to your seat, he finds it to be... stimulating. at least he knows that you’re docile and he wonders if he could put it to the test. well, doesn’t matter. he will.

“coffee is good.” you smile, interrupting his train of thoughts and he pours the coffee from the pot before walking over to hand you your mug. 

“unfortunately,” he sits down on the chair next to you. “megumi isn’t home right now.” toji puts his lips between the warm mug and softly blows before sipping his coffee. “he wanted to take a short trip to the store but i think he’s going to be stuck there for a while.” he looks out the window to only see pitch black staring back at him along with roaring thunder from the skies.

“oh.” you mutter, taking a careful sip of the hot brew. a little disappointed that you couldn’t see megumi yet, but his dad is right– it’s nearly a disaster outside but you find no point hanging around any longer either.

“is it too bitter? you don’t like it?” his voice laces with concern when he notices your face involuntarily scrunches up at the bitter taste. 

you quickly shake your head, “no, no. it’s fine!” you reassure, afraid that he’ll take offense from the coffee he personally made. “besides, if megumi isn’t here, i–”

three.

“oh, it’s fine if you wait here for him.” he cuts you off. “unfortunately, we don’t have an extra umbrella.” the corners of his lips tug into a comforting smile and you are quick to relax into it. 

you’ve always found toji to be quite frightening when you were young. he seemed like someone who never smiled, always had a sombre and intense vibe to him that no child would be too fond of.  there was no exchange of words between you two, except for your constant brief hello and a smile that you did out of courtesy whenever you bump into him inside his house, even though he never replied anything back. not even a crack on the lips to return the smile. 

but today is different. probably because he finds it easier for him to talk to an adult than a child and you’re relieved that you’re able to humor him in some way.

“so, are you and megumi a thing?” he abruptly asks and glances at you as he sips his coffee.

“no, we’re not!” you titter, waving a hand in dismissal as you bring up the mug to hide your face from embarrassment.

“oh?” a glint of amusement and surprise shines in his green eyes. “are you sure?”

you blink at the question as heat warms your cheeks from the thought of dating your best friend. “yes, megumi and i are just friends. really.” 

“why? because you have a boyfriend?” toji pries, uncaring if he sounds intrusive to you and you only assume that he’s trying to strike up a conversation in some old fashioned way.

you just shake your head and laugh, “it’s not that, either.” 

“hmm,” he props his elbow on the table leisurely, head resting on his fist as he looks at you intently, as if in search of something. “you’re pretty hard to figure out.” 

“what do you mean? i don’t think so.” you smile, bringing up the mug to cover your face again so you can shy away from his intense gaze yet he thinks that it’s endearing and he finds himself grinning unwillingly. 

toji notices how you always try to look away when you get so shy over some simple questions. you’re just oozing with purity and innocence of a maiden and something dark and twisted inside him is craving to violate every part of it. 

“for a start, i can’t figure out why you don’t have one.” he says, tapping his fingertips on the table as his mind is running with sinful thoughts. 

“hmm, maybe because i haven’t found anyone interesting yet.” you finally lock your eyes with his as you answer, not wanting to come off as rude if you keep on talking without looking directly at the man.

“isn’t my son good for you?” he couldn’t care less to be honest; he only plans to test the waters and is even more aroused to learn that you’ve never been touched by a man before and he feels like a wolf that’s just ready to pounce on a lost, little lamb.

“oh, no, no!” why do you have to get so bashful? he’ll fuck you on this table if you don’t stop. “we just don’t see each other that way.”

he’s so lost in his thoughts and carnal desires that whatever you’re babbling seems to go in one ear and out the other.

“then, what do you think of me?” he asks nonchalantly with a smirk plastered across his face.

you blink at him once, twice. “uhh, what?” is he suddenly getting self-conscious? 

“you heard me. what do you think of me?” yet he doesn’t seem like it either.

“umm,” you ponder for a moment as you think of every adjective you can find in your head that wouldn’t come out offensive if you’re going to be honest with him. why would he even ask you such a thing anyways? and why would it matter to him? there’s nothing nice about him that you could exactly pinpoint from the past except for ‘scary’, ‘serious’ and some other things revolving around those.

“i thought that you were kinda... scary?” you blurt unsurely, mentally slapping yourself for even daring to say such a thing to him. unless it’s a vibe that he was going for, then you’d be relieved. 

it isn’t exactly what toji wants to hear but he laughs heartily, “really?” a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you again, his eyes glimmering with daunt. “but are you still scared of me?”

“uh, no.” you laugh. “you’re actually really nice, mr. fushiguro.” 

“oh, that makes me feel better.” another grin etches on his scarred lips as he draws his gaze to your hands that are tensing and fiddling with your sleeves and your leg is bouncing; a perfect depiction of a trembling lamb cornered in his den– and he’s fucking starving. 

has he got you on edge? are you nervous? good. “but i think you should.”

a lump catches in your throat and your heart drops, “i- what?”

the chair emits a screeching sound and it stumbles backwards as toji abruptly stands up from his seat. sheer panic causes you to rise on your feet too, and your eyes dart to the chair, and the male, back and forth as your mind tries to get a grasp on the situation.

“mr. fushiguro..?” you whisper meekly, taking a step away and around the table as you notice him taking a careful yet threatening inch closer. 

“no, no. i’m not gonna hurt you.” toji (barely) reassures you as he continues creeping on his feet. but the sinister smile on his lips takes out every last bit of faith you had in him and the loud voice in your head keeps telling you to run for the door and never look back– fuck the rain.

 as if he can read through your thoughts, he warns. “but i will, if you run.” 

the smile on toji’s face turns smug when he sees you freeze in place upon his threat. being trapped under the unpleasant situation triggers your fight or flight responses and rapid heartbeat drums in your ears as you stand in trance and trepidation.

“that’s a good girl.” he coos, taking another step forward before you decide to throw a mug at him and dash towards the door as fast as you can. you assume that toji has pushed the table to the floor when you hear a loud thud, followed by his hasty footsteps as he catches up quickly behind you. 

the door that is finally within arm’s reach suddenly changes into a mirage when a strong pair of arms grabs you by the waist and your body floats as it lifts onto his shoulder. the huge contrast between the size of your body and his should let you know; no matter how much you try to resist, he will never budge. yet, your arms and legs still flail around in an attempt to punch and kick him and you’re screaming for him to let you down and just hope that anyone is able to hear your cries in spite of the thunderstorm. 

well, so much for luck.

“ah, ah. you don’t wanna do that.” there’s a mocking and amusing tone in his voice as he advises you. “you should save that energy later. juuust in a bit.” 

“mr. fushiguro– stop–!” you sob, watching your only escape slowly disappears out of sight when he turns to a corner and into a dark room. your body bounces onto a mattress before toji’s huge, ripped figure swiftly looms above yours and ties your hands together with a belt and onto the headboard. at this point, the illuminating lights through the windows are the only thing that aids your vision and you have to rely more on your senses.

“shh,” he shushes you with a finger against your trembling lips. “the neighbors will hear. and if they do, i want it to be because you’re getting fucked so good. so be a good little girl for daddy, okay?”

regardless of being terrified, you find yourself cringing over the nickname he refers to himself. hopefully, he won’t ask you to call him that either. “mr. fushiguro– i– please don’t do this. i- i won’t tell anyone.” 

toji tsks, taking his sweet time to admire your smaller body underneath his– the exposed, soft skin on your neck waiting to be bruised, chest heaving as your breath comes deep and short, and legs pressing together to secure your modesty; though will prove to be futile later. 

“i know you won’t.” his thumb grazes against your lips, mesmerized by its plushness as he imagines it wrapped prettily around his throbbing cock. “are you a virgin?”

you only nod your head, eyes wavering as you look at his darker ones before catching it shine with interest. 

“never had anything inside here?” he asks again, pressing your cunt against the fabric of your pants with his fingers. the dark room makes it hard to see, but your cheeks are turning red from humiliation and you look away before shaking your head no.

“are you sure?” toji’s thumb presses down on your clit and causes your body to shudder apprehensively.

“o-only my finger.” you audibly whisper through the white noise outside. 

oh, how exhilarating. guess the innocent looking ones can be lewd too. don’t you know that a cock would make you feel better? a big cock like his is definitely what you need. just a finger wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you! poor little thing. 

“then i got to teach you a few things, right? it’ll come handy later. boys love girls with experiences.” he promptly strips you off from your pants before carelessly throws it to the ground and kneels between your legs to keep you wide and open for him.

“you like to be touched here?” his finger reaches down to ghost over your clothed clit, observing you with lust filled eyes while you turn away from his gaze and remain unresponsive. “daddy is a very impatient person so i suggest you answer me.”

toji pinches your clit, and your body squirms with an elicited yelp. you can only guess (and hope) that he wasn’t referring to him touching you there but you answer anyway, “y-yes.”

he hums in satisfaction, moving down until his head stops between your thighs and in front of your sex. toji grabs your thigh and spreads them apart before flattening his warm tongue against your clothed bud, causing a shiver to run down your spine and it quickly draws your attention to him.

your face heats up in embarrassment when you see toji’s head dipped in front of your pussy, but he’s only calm and teasing as his jade eyes stare up to lock with yours to look for a reaction.

“you’ve never felt a tongue over here either, hm?” he sneers, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you mentally curse yourself for feeling slightly aroused over his ministrations. 

“just let me go, please.” you try to close your legs, but to no avail when his rough hands push them away.

“you know, if you keep asking for ridiculous things,” toji tuts and grasps your supple thighs hard, nails digging painfully on your skin. “i might have to get rough on you. but you’re a smart girl and you wouldn’t like that, right?” 

“n-no.” you choke and fidget.

“good. because i only want you to feel good.” he offers a gentle smile and kisses the dented mark on your thigh. “so, let’s start over. you haven’t answered me.”

you nibble your lip hesitantly and look anywhere but him, “no.”

“see? all the more reason for me to show you what you’ve been missing out.” he chuckles, tugging your underwear to the side impatiently.

“fuck. such a pretty pussy.” he growls at the sight of your bare cunt. there isn’t a lot of slick yet, but it’s fine, he’ll make you get there. that’s the point of this whole ordeal, right?

your body quivers naturally once you feel the foreign sensation; wet, warm muscle prodding your puffy folds up to your clit and circling on it with the tip of his tongue teasingly as he observes you from below. 

your eyes are screwed shut and your lips are caught between your teeth as you try to restrict your whines from the undeniable pleasure rushing in your veins and he doesn’t stop– your pathetic attempt to deny him and your sentiments only drives him to push you over the edge even more. 

with a harsh suck on your clit, he manages to get you to squeal and you can feel him smirking underneath you. toji flattens his tongue and laps off your juices again before he takes you by surprise when he suddenly slides a finger inside your tight, wet cunt. 

“shh. it’ll feel good, baby girl.” he comforts when he hears you whimper at the pain inflicted and true enough, it soon begins to feel good. you’ve fingered yourself plenty of times before, but it feels different when he does it for you– his finger is thick and long that it reaches deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

toji notices you start to become quiet so he slides in another digit, eliciting yet another sob from you. the warm and moist cunny makes his cock twitch and he finds himself getting eager. your back arches from the bed when toji curls his fingers to stroke the bumpy tissues of your g-spot with every drag.

“feels good, yeah?” he grins arrogantly as your legs tremble under his hold. your breathing has turned erratic and your toes are curling as your mouth gapes in pitiful, broken cries that are just music to his ears. 

“answer me, sweetheart.” he presses down a thumb on your neglected clit, reminding you that he is not keen on being ignored and disputed. 

“y-yes.” you finally choke through pants and shame. though the answer comes out in hesitance, your body is more honest– pussy sopping and eliciting obscene squelches and it’s enough to satisfy him for now. 

your head thrashes side to side as you feel yourself about to tip over but you still refuse to beg toji for a release. 

“hah– fuck!” you whimper loudly when toji oh-so-generously sucks your clit again, fingers pumping faster inside your cunt, making your body feel even more tense with overbearing stimulation before finally pushing you over the edge and you break into a silent scream.

toji laps off your slick before he pulls out his finger into his mouth and licks them clean. 

“that’s a good girl. why don’t you taste yourself?” he climbs on top of you while you gasp for air from the intense orgasm and he easily pulls you into a fervour, sloppy kiss. you can feel the wet slick on his chin and you can taste yourself at the same time as he intertwines his tongue with yours. 

four.

out of spite and vexation, you found courage to bite his tongue hard and toji instantly pushes himself from you, his dark eyes express astonishment and agitation.

“fucking bitch.” he curses as his eyes narrow at you displeasingly before he takes off his pants and briefs to release his cock from its confinements. his cock is throbbing and thick, and you can almost see a trickle of precum on its head. you crumple at the sight as regret and anxiety washes over you.

“don’t worry, it’ll fit.” he says cockily upon the worrisome look on your face. “but since you like it rough, i’m sure you want to choke on it first.” 

“no– i’m sorry!” you shake your head but toji only lets out a scornful laugh as he disregards your pleas and props himself on the knees and over your neck.

toji slaps the tip of his cock on your lips, gesturing you to open your mouth but you purse them into a flat, thin line and refuse to obey. 

“open up. it’s a part of your lesson after all.” he snaps before squeezing your cheeks together. “it’ll get worse if you don’t listen to me.” 

“d-don’t wa-ant to– flea-shh.” you whimper and toji emits a long, deep sigh as he releases his grip. 

“i don’t like repeating myself.” his voice is laced with malice and chills crawls up your spine as his eyes look down at you demeaningly before you slowly open your mouth trepidatiously and wait for his next order. 

“no teeth. i think you’d know that much.” he patronizes before sliding his cock inside your mouth and he hisses as the warmth engulfs his throbbing cock. “that’s it. now, suck.”

and you have no choice but to obey submissively. you slightly lift your head and struggle to take his length as much as you can before running your tongue around to feel each prominent vein.

“i said suck, whore.” he commands through gritted teeth. you hollow your cheeks, compressing his fat cock tight between them as you bop your head up and down. 

“fuuuck, just like that.” toji groans as his hand reaches the top of your head and caresses you softly. you start to pick up the pace, slobbering his dick with so much saliva that it begins to seep from the corners of your mouth and it’s so wet and obscene– just the way he likes it. 

“it almost makes me think that this isn’t your first time.” his head falls back and hips begin to jerk until the tip hits the back of your throat, forcing you to take more than you could. you choke as tears start to well up in your eyes and the bedhead shakes when you try to tug your wrists. 

“what’s wrong? can’t take my fat cock?” he scoffs arrogantly. “you gotta work on your gag reflex, sweetheart.”

the muffles from your throat vibrate against his dick and toji groans in pleasure that he subconsciously rocks his hips, slapping your chin with his balls. your vision has become blurry and breathing becomes harder as you let him abuse your throat and your jaws ache before he abruptly pulls out and you can finally gasp for precious air.

“look at you,” his cock twitches with excitement when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks from your doe eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb, making you flinch slightly, “are you sorry for making daddy mad?” 

toji always tries to articulate each word with appease. it’s never soothing per se when you can sense the threat entwining in his voice and it’s fucking you psychologically.

and it deems to be successful when you’re already trembling in fear underneath him. 

you’re uncertain whether he prefers you to speak or not, but your throat is sore so you meekly nod your head in response. it’s better than nothing, to be honest.

“good. open your mouth.”

your mouth is already parted for air but you assume that he wants to put his cock in again. submissively, yet dreadfully, you open your mouth wider and await for him to shove his cock back in but you’re surprised when toji spits in your mouth instead. 

it’s warm and disgusting; you’re just left gaping and repelled, and you want to spit it out but toji squeezes your cheeks together.

“swallow.” he orders. you quickly brace yourself and close your eyes before cringing as you gulp down the mix of saliva in your mouth and toji releases his grip once he’s certain that you’ve ingested. 

“i could’ve made you swallow my cum but i’d feel bad,” he chuckles sardonically. “what do you have to say?” 

“t-thank you.” you whisper vaguely and he accustoms his face to a simper. 

“good girl.” toji smashes his lips onto yours, yet his eyes are locked with yours ominously for a brief second– a telltale that he expects you not to pull up another stunt before they close as he deepens the kiss. 

obviously, nothing would benefit you whether you comply or defy, not until you’ve catered for his insatiable lechery. but you’ve learned your lesson and although you’re compelled, you finally relent as every ounce of resistance begins to drift from you. 

toji breaks the kiss and shifts lower, peppering greedy kisses on your neck before he catches the soft, chaste skin between his teeth to suck and form purplish bruising marks. he lifts up your shirt over your head and hastily unclasps your bra, causing you to shudder once the cold air hits your exposed breasts. 

large, calloused hands press your mounds before his mouth latches on one perky tit, while the other is tweaked with his fingers. experienced tongue draws circles and sucks punishingly, alternating with the other nipple. the headboard rattles as you keen over the stimulation and your eyes open in dismay when you feel something hard prodding your clit. 

he moves lower and spits on your cunt before propping on his knees to take off his tight shirt– through subdued glow, you can make out the outline of his toned abs and broad chest as his large build towers menacingly in front of you; even when he’s not standing on his feet.

“listen. daddy is going to release the binds, but do you promise to be good?” he asks, smearing the saliva with his cockhead and against your slit.

“yes. i- i promise.” you murmur appallingly; as if you have a choice in the matter.

toji leans over to unrestrain you then he observes you, expecting you to put up a fight but instead, you just remain still underneath him. 

he grins in satisfaction, getting off to the fact that you’ve fallen into submission before he shifts back into his prior position and bends your knees up to line his cock with your hole. a feeling of triumph stirs inside him when he’s reminded that he’s the ‘chosen’ one to defile your innocence.

“stop! it hurts–!” you wail and your hands clench the sheets when you feel toji’s thick cock stretching your virgin cunt slowly, but he ignores you, groaning at the warmth that engulfs him and the tight walls that clenches him as he selfishly pushes through. 

it burns. so bad. your chest heaves rapidly and you screw your eyes shut as your face twists to express pain and uncomfort. “please, please–! i can’t–”

“yes, you can.” his tone is indifferent as he holds you down since your body keeps on wincing until he finally fills you to the brim and he can see a bulge poking on your tummy. 

“fuck. haven’t been inside a virgin cunt for a while.” he mutters under his breath. “now, i know it hurts but i promise you’ll enjoy it. it’s just too bad that you get to have a big cock as your first.” he snickers nonchalantly and leans down closer to your face, making you jolt when you feel it inching deeper.

“if it makes you feel better– you’re fucking tight. just the way daddy likes it.” toji whispers in your ear but you can only freeze in fear and agony.

toji hovers above you, his hands firmly grip the headboard in front of him and he begins to move his hips; thrusting in and out of your pussy. 

your fists clench the sheets harder as a loud cry rips from your throat, “no! it hurts! please!”

but toji doesn’t seem to mind, his cyan orbs stare down at you coldly yet in focus as he relishes over the plush walls clamping down on his cock. 

“stop! stop– i- i don’t want–!” you continuously wail as you writhe in anguish before he suddenly stops pounding and he wraps his hand around your neck instead, instantly drawing your attention to him as he applies pressure in his hold. 

“if you don’t stop whining like a bitch in heat, i will fucking breed you like one.” he warns through gritted teeth, clearly agitated over your act of defiance. 

“you want this. you’re going to love this.” his words are sick endeavours to coerce you into another round of complete submission. 

but what else can you do? toji’s hand is so large that his middle finger and thumb almost reach each other as it clasps around your frail neck and you know he can easily crush your windpipes if he wants to.

“say it. you. want. this.” he seethes.

“i. want. this.” you barely croak each word and they’re slowly influencing your cloudy mind. as soon as he releases you, you soothe the pain around your throat with your hand as you gasp for air.

“fuck. don’t think i didn’t feel you clenching around my cock just now.” he sneers and situates himself again before ruthlessly and steadily continuing where he left off. 

you only close your eyes and bite your lips hard to stop whimpering as you mentally comfort yourself and dissolve every inch of your sanity; i’m going to enjoy it, it’s going to feel good soon, i want this, i want this.

soon enough, toji notices that your muscles have relaxed– suggesting that you’ve finally caved in as pleasure overtakes you so he fucks you deeper and faster before he falls on his elbows and you can feel his bangs tickling your face.

“that’s it, baby. you make daddy feel so fucking good.” he praises between grunts. you can feel the veins on his cock dragging against your walls and he’s right, it feels so good and your lips open in breathless pants.

you find your arms to loosely wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist as if clinging onto him for dear life as toji ruts into your cunny like a feral beast. 

“you like it, yeah? this is what you want, isn’t it?” 

through hazy mind, you can only manage to whimper an audible ‘yes’ as you feel an odd, yet almost familiar knot twisting in your lower stomach begging to snap and your nails dig into the skin of his broad back upon the intense sensation shooting through your body. 

a low, deep guttural sound leaves his throat when he feels your nails sinking and scratching his back– it prompts him to quicken his pace and you can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over, causing your back to arch simultaneously. 

“i’m– i’m gonna–!” you keen as your body trembles in anticipation and your sopping cunt is clenching on his throbbing cock like a vice. 

“fuck yeah. cum on daddy’s cock.” toji urges and nips on the sensitive skin of your neck to tip you over the edge and your pupils blow wide as you break into a scream. despite being your second orgasm for the night, an overwhelming euphoria washes over you for the first time of your life; is this what it feels like? you don’t know, you’ve never had one (at least not from a cock) and your pussy is just fluttering, pulsing and creaming around his cock. 

“hah– fuck. good girl.” 

toji remains to snap his hips, fucking you through your high as you’re left in daze from your orgasm. toji can feel his balls tensing and his thrusts are turning sporadic as he inches closer to his climax. your whines and nonsense babbles are drowned by the feeling of pleasure that’s enveloping him and he doesn’t even have the resolution to listen to you gibbering when your cunny is just milking him, sucking him in like it doesn’t want to let go and he just wants to give what your greedy pussy asks for; to fill it up with his thick load until it’s full and leaking out of you. 

and daddy knows best, after all.

“shit– i won’t be able to hold it any longer. say you want daddy’s cum.” he grunts.

you’ve partly snapped out of your daze when you hear his voice again, and though you can’t see his face that’s already buried next to your head, you’re petrified and it’s making you feel dizzy and suffocated. 

“i– n-no. please not–” you sob through your raw throat.

but toji doesn’t listen and you don’t know if you’re relieved or not because if he does, you know that it’ll tick him off and it’s going to do you more harm than good– but you’re scared and it hurts, that you unwillingly start to snivel again.

“shut up. you’re gonna take it like a good cumslut.” he shoves two long fingers in your mouth, causing you to choke on them.

“daddy’s gonna cum in this pretty pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.” 

toji’s grunts ring in your ears and you’re able to feel his cock twitching inside you before he finally releases hot ropes of cum– filling up and defiling your womb.

“y-you came inside..” you mumble once he takes out his fingers as you’re left entirely devastated and stupefied. 

“fucking did.” he pants, lifting his body up from you and pulls out his cock to shove back the dribbling cum that’s leaking from your abused cunny with his finger. you would wince but your mind is already numb and your body is sore that you can do nothing but burn holes through the ceiling above.

“don’t look so sad.” the room resonates with his chuckles and he gets off the bed to put back on his pants. toji walks over to the nightstand where a pack of cigarettes await him and he puts one between his lips and you can hear the flicking sounds of a lighter as he tries to burn the tip. 

“i can promise you that other guys wouldn’t be rough as me but one thing’s for sure,” he inhales the tobacco and exhales in a gratifying manner, “that will stay as the best fuck of your life.”

fat tears stream down your cheeks and you curl on your side, protecting your now-ruined-body as you quietly sob and your mind takes you back from how the ordeal even started and causes you to end up where you are right now– and it only makes you cry harder.

toji only lets out an exasperated sigh. he grabs his shirt from the floor and throws it on his shoulder before reaching the door.

“megumi won’t be coming home ‘til tomorrow. he said something about the train and the weather, so you can leave when you’re done. you know your way out.”

you hear the door close shut behind him and you’re left in the dark with nothing but the smell of his tobacco and the sounds of the drizzling rain accompanying you as you drown in your thoughts and griefs. 

how many mistakes have you made today? four? five? or more? 

you’ve lost count and you question yourself over again until you’re no longer able to care.

what’s done is done.

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Not Anymore

How do people describe Mabel Pines? To her Brother, she is the bright twin who always sees the bright side of everything, to her Grunkles she is the sunshine that never goes down, and to her friends, she is the girl who is always hopeful.

 

Yet, What is Mabel Pines to herself? There have been times that she had a self-image problem like her anticlimactic meeting with the unicorns, the beings who were considered the purest of all supernatural beings turned out to be  far  from the paragons of virtue they were painted as, just as flawed as humans. Guess even in the world of supernaturals some fantasies are just that, fantasies.

 

Or how some people view her as a silly girl too obsessed with glitters, yes Dipper wasn’t the only one who got bullied in schools. Sure, it wasn’t as bad as Dipper and she had a lot of friends, but still, she was a magnet for queen bees to mock her for being… herself, it is either her fashion sense or her attitude or whatever obscene reason they could think of. 

 

Despite all that, she passes the barriers with pride and optimism as she knows, that whatever happens, she will have her brother, her family, and her friends to support her. That was until the eventful summer.

 

During that summer vacation, Mabel and her twin saw wonders, made new friends, met people, and had 2 new family members whom they hold dear. However, it wasn’t all rainbow as Mabel hoped to be because she faced the dark parts of her life which she refused to acknowledge and masqueraded her willful ignorance as optimism. Even so, her attempts failed as reality crashed down on her like a hammer on a glass board.

 

Unicorns are jerks, not all people are good, life is not a romance novel, love is not cut and dry, and invading someone’s privacy even if it was for their own sake tends to do more harm than good as she realized when she learned about the deteriorated state of Tambry and Robbie’s relationship and that fiasco during the road trip leading to Candy’s heartbreak and her brother being bashed for her own mistakes   and the harshest of all, Change is inevitable.

As life shed their old skins, so as people. Her friends from Piedmont wore revealing clothes in their teenhood and kept gossiping to the point they were almost unrecognizable. Pacific, though still haughty, has developed into a better person and even become friends with Mabel. Grenada, one of her girl friends, had managed to live every girl’s fantasy and had a prince charming as her boyfriend. Wendy, the slacking cashier has started taking her studies seriously and even asked for Dipper’s aid in torturing her online. Speaking of Dipper, her brother was far from the nervous wreck he used to be, in fact, he put his bully in his place with his bare hands which made her both worried but also proud. Yet the most frightening of all changes was herself.

 

Don’t get wrong, at the core she is still the same girl who sees the glass as half full, yet she has changed either way. The old Mabel was into making gossip and talking about boys whereas the current Mabel has lost interest in any of that, the new Mabel no longer flirted with every boy she sees due to how jaded she become after her disaster of a summer romance, the present Mabel no longer obsessed with unicorns and the old Mabel was afraid of growing up.

 

Sometimes, Mabel like her male twin has nightmares of their time in the small town of Gravity Falls, often it involves a certain isosceles. Worst, she couldn’t talk about it to her parents knowing full well that at best they wouldn’t believe her and at worst she will never see that small town in Oregon ever again. On the plus side, she had her sibling to comfort her, as her friends from Gravity Falls and her Grunkles, although because of Stan and Ford’s adventures they aren’t always available.

 

Despite that, there was a particular detail she was afraid of telling them, her role in Weirdmaggedon. She saw how bad it was, but she only started to grasp how bad truly was when it was over. She heard horror stories from his friends and family, but still, that wasn’t even the worst part, no the worst part was when she learned that people died.

 

His family tried to hide that piece of knowledge from her; Nevertheless, they underestimated her as she learned later. The revelation hit her like cold water as she finally comprehend the weight of what had happened to her horror.

 

And after horror, it was guilt. A pang of gut-wrenching guilt threatens to cripple her. The fact that she sometimes hears her brother’s screams and nightmares only made it worse. She wanted to shout out and declare that she is guilty, yet the fear of how her friends and family would react kept her from doing that. How was it fair to trade the world for  one  more summer? How was it fair that others suffered but she got to live in her own fantasy? How was it fair that she got to live while others died? What kind of sister would replace her own brother for a yes man?

Those dark thoughts threaten to cripple her as it was eating her from inside. She tried to suppress it, yet all she managed to do was make it worse. She sought distractions in her passion for art, her love for Waddles, and even tried to listen to the annoying buzzing of her friends in Piedmont, chatting and fuzzing about new students, which boy is the most handsome and cosmetics. Old Mabel would enjoy those, Not the present-day Mabel.

 

In spite of all that, all she did was build a dam against a harsh tide, cracks started to show such as being less cheerful and that one time having a reaction to a newbie in school for his name being ‘Bill’, how ironic that this time she was the paranoid twin and not his brother. 

 

His twin was the first one to see the cracks, which was followed by their worried parents, except in the case of her parents she knew it is certainly that whether they would believe her or not, she and Dipper would be banned to set foot in Gravity Falls or ever be in contact with the Grunkles ever again. Not that their parents are bad though, they are decent and Mabel loves them, but let’s be honest, what kind of sane mother and father wouldn’t be horrified if they find out that their kids were in constant life-threatening situations and are scared for life? Things are already heated between her parents and her Grunkles after they learned about Stan’s fake death and switching identities between them minus the extramundane part, no need to add more fuel to the fire.

 

As for her dear sibling? She was too afraid to tell him and she felt that she already had taken him for too much granted and this is a burden she should carry by herself. Unknown to her that thanks to her suppression, there will be consequences.

 

“Huh? What is this?” Mabel replied as she was in the dark.

 

“Where am I?” Mabel questioned as she looked around, then she collided with a wall.

 

“Oops! Silly me” She moved past the wall, and despite the darkness, she could tell she entered a room “Now…where is the switch…” Mabel used her hand to search for the switch until she hit a switch and flickering light came, what she saw both surprised her and confused her.

 

The room she entered had a desk with her name on it with a window to a view that made her dread, what she saw beyond the window was the sight of something that looked like the love child of a carnival and one of those sparkly old cartoons, except there was no one, there were no sparks, the sky was dark and the whole place looked like a ghost town, that was then she realized she is in-

 

“MABELLAND?!” Mable exclaimed, she thought this place looked familiar, she was in the her-used-to-be room and what looked like the used-to-be room.

“But… I destroyed this place!” Mabel started walking backward, her mind racing with a hundred thoughts, ‘ What am I doing here?!’, ‘How is this possible!?’, ‘We left this place!’, ‘Wasn’t this place supposed to be no more?’ , ‘What if…I never left this place in the first place?!’  that last thought only made her panic worse, then she hit something from the back.

 

“SWEET SALLY!” Startled Mabel jumped back to see what he hit “Bro bro?” Mabel respond as she saw it was none other than her brother, Dipper Pines but from his back.

 

“Oh gosh, I nearly had a heart attack.” Mabel vocalized in relief.

 

“Did you mess with magic again? Or is this one of that typical weirdness we keep finding ourselves in?” Mabel questioned, yet Dipper was unresponsive.

 

“Bro?” Mabel called, but still no response.

 

“Okay broseph, you won I’m scared, now will you stop the prank?” Mabel remarked in annoyance, still no response, Dipper didn’t even turn back.

 

Mabel walks toward him slowly “Dipper?” She stated his name in worry, by walking close she noticed something odd, he wore glasses in the dark and Dipper had his tapping hat upside down, Dipper traded hats with Wendy and he doesn’t wear his hats upside down.

 

When she got nearer, her right hand came for his shoulder “Is everything all ri-” Dipper’s head rotated 180 degrees in a swift move which caused her to yep and fall, when Dipper slowly opened his eyes, her blood ran cold from what she saw as Dipper removed his sunglasses.

 

“HIYA SHOOTING STAR!” the pupils of his looked like cats with yellow scleras, his grin was disturbing wide and his voice was of none other than-

 

“BILL!?” Mabel shouted in fear.

 

“WAS THE MATTER? DID YOU MISS ME? ADMIT IT! YOU  MISSED ME!”  His last words became demonic as his body fell to thousands of worms and insects which attacked her.

“WAIT WAIT!_``Too late, she tried to run but the swarm devoured her like a blanket, she wanted to scream; however, she was unable to do so.

 

Then she finds herself in what looked like a court, it was the very court she had with Dipper in real life. Her first reaction was to startle and try to remove the swarm of insects that no longer appeared, after which she looked around.

 

“What the hey hey!?” Mabel uttered.

 

Then a light inside of the dark court shows up in the place of the judge, which is sat upon by the possessed Bill.

 

“SORRY, THE TRAVEL AGENCY CAN BE QUITE TOUCHY, GET IT? TOUCHY! HAHAHAHAHA!” Bill or Bipper cackled at his own joke.

 

“What have you done to my brother!?” Mabel yelled in anger and fear.

 

“NOTHING! I MEAN, DO YOU KNOW WHAT A HORRIBLE EXPERIENCE IT WAS TO POSSESS THAT BODY? I RATHER POSSESS A MOOSE THAN THAT MEAT SACK EVER AGAIN! AND DON’T TELL ME YOU FORGOT YOUR COOL BRO THIS SOON.” Bill poses to himself.

 

“My-” She looked again, and recognized that the body Bill had was none other than Dippy Fresh.

 

“Dippy Fresh?” Mabel replied.

 

“WELL, YOU DO WITH WHAT YOU HAVE.” Bill shrugged.

 

“How are you alive!? Grunkle Stan beat you!”

 

“BEAT ME IN THE BUSH!” 

 

“That’s not_!” then realization hit Mabel “Hehehe, Now I remember, I was asleep this isn’t real! I’m hallucinating…” Her giggles continued, “HAHA, Perfect! I’m going loony! This whole thing is just a fragment of my subconscious torturing me!” her giggles turn into laughter.

 

“MAYBE…OR MAYBE I'M YOUR CONSCIENCE! OR MAYBE I HAVE COME BEYOND DEATH TO HAUNT AND ACCOMPANY YOU AND MAKE A SHOW ABOUT IT!” Bill snaps his fingers, suddenly blue fires lit up around the court, and his clothes change to the ones he wore when he possessed Dipper.

“ I BET IT WOULD BE POPULAR WITH THE KIDS! THE GHOST AND MABEL PINES! TOTALLY PG FRIENDLY! NOT LIKE THOSE DISGUSTING FANFICS, MY FANS LOVE TO WRITE ABOUT ME!” Bill expressed in a way as if he wanted to vomit from saying those last words.

 

"What fanfics?" Mabel quizzed.

 

"ANYWAY! WHETHER IT IS REAL OR YOU HAVE GONE INSANE ISN'T THE ISSUE, WHAT IMPORTANT IS THIS COURT IS NOT FOR THE JUDGE, BUT THE SUSPECT! BY THE WAY! NO LAWYERS ARE ALLOWED, THEY ARE ICKY!" Bill points his hammer at Mabel.

 

"YOU ARE GUILTY OOOOF…."

 

drum sounds come from nowhere.

 

"INNOCENCE!" drums stopped and smacks his hammer.

 

A minute passes until Mabel states "I'm starting to see why Dipper hated my court…" Mabel wondered in bafflement at this ridiculousness.

 

"NO CHEERS? WHY? USUALLY, SUSPECTS ARE HAPPY WHEN THEY ARE PROVEN INNOCENT, UNLESS…" Bipper's grin turns malicious.

 

"YOU ARE FAR FROM BEING INNOCENT!" Bill snaps his finger again, this time a video of Mabel showing up which shows her putting a love portion in Tambry and Robbie's fries.

 

"OK time out! That ended well at the end." Mabel argued.

 

"NOT FROM WHAT WE HEARD OF YOUR TWISTED MASTERPIECE LAST TIME!" Bill retorted.

 

"Melody and Soos-" 

 

"TATATA! NOT COUNTING THAT, YOU ONLY ADVISED HIM, NOT PLANNING THEIR WEDDING!" Bill uses the hammer to point at Mabel as Mabel's hands lock together as she sits grumpily.

 

"BESIDES, THAT'S LIKE CONGRATULATING A KID FOR STEALING DRUGS AND USING THEM TO SLOW THE PAIN, BUT IF YOU AREN'T CONVINCED, THEN LET'S SHOW YOUR LAST "MATCHMAKINGS".

The Video shows the whole fiasco with Dipper during their road trip.

 

"I MEAN HYPOCRISY MUCH? YOU LITERALLY CONDEMNED PINE TREE FOR NOT AGREEING WITH YOUR MATCHMAKING AND DOING THE SAME THING YOU DO ON A DAILY BASIS!"

 

 

Then the video shows Mabel's advances toward boys and creeping them out, one time it shows Mabel giving a boy her 'Yes, Definity, Absolutely" paper to him, only for the boy to circle the N and the O together, hence Mabel's sour face.

 

" PFF  HAHAHAHA! OH, THAT ONE SLAPS ME ON THE KNEE!" Bill slaps his knee to Mabel's soured face, which looks similar to the one from the picture shown.

 

"I get it, I get it! Invading others' privacy even if it is with good intentions rarely ends well, I learnt that!" Mabel refuted in irritation.

 

"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU APOLOGIZE TO PINE TREE FOR MAKING HIM LOOK LIKE A PLAYBOY?" Bill vocalized with a smug face.

 

"I…I…"

 

"I!OH!I! BECAUSE MABEL PINES CAN'T ADMIT TO HER INFALLIBILITY!" Then the sound of 'Boooo!' Came from nowhere.

 

"That's wrong! I admitted to my faults before!" Mabel protested.

 

"LIKE THAT TIME YOU TRAPPED RED AND PINE TREE AND AFTER THAT YOU PROMISED TO NOT BE PUSHY?" The video shows Mabel during that Bunker exploration, Mabel cringes at that.

 

"OR MAYBE… WHEN YOU DEFEATED ME AND APOLOGIZED FOR BEING SELFISH!" The video shows the Sock Opera incident only to later show the times after which Mabel took Dipper for granted.

 

"I MEAN FROM ONE DECEIVER TO ANOTHER, YOU ARE TERRIBLE AT GIVING FALSE PROMISES, THIS LOOKS LIKE SOME STUPID EPISODES FROM A SATURDAY NIGHT CARTOON SHOW!" Bill gave his opinion on the art of deceiving.

 

"I'm not that person anymore, I've grown up!" Mabel snared.

 

"OH REALLY? THE GIRL WHO WAS AFRAID OF GROWING UP, NOW IS A FAN OF IT?" The video now plays Mabel being afraid of growing up.

"IF YOU ARE SOOOO "MATURE '' '' Two indexes of each of Bipper's hands come up moving up and down "THEN WHY ARE YOU AFRAID OF TELLING THEM OF OUR DEAL?"

 

The video pictures Mabel giving the rift to Blendin.

 

"Objection! I didn't even know it was you! Heck, I didn't even know what that thing was!" Mabel objected.

 

"ACCEPTABLE!" Bill uses the hammer to smack on the table to Mabel's amazement, not expecting to be heard "NOT THAT YOU HAD ANY CHANCE OF FIGURING ME OUT ANYWAY, BEING THE DUMB TWIN AND ALL THAT CLICHÉ…" Mabel glared at Bill, this court was striking her nerves.

 

"THEN LET'S SEE HOW YOU REACTED AFTER YOU FIGURED IT OUT!" The video manifests Mabel ignoring Dipper's claims about Bill's Weirdmaggedon, talking about how sucky real life is, and even threatening to throw Dipper out, this particular hit on Mabel as she looked down in shame.

 

"TO BE FAIR, THE WHOLE INGENIOUS BUBBLE IDEA OF MINE, WAS TO KEEP YOU STAY BY GIVING YOU WHAT YOU WANTED, WHICH SAYS A LOT ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU VALUE YOUR BELOVED TWIN!" Bipper with a snap changes his clothes into Dippy Freshs'.

 

Mabel now felt even more guilty as the guilt washes her.

 

"PEOPLE IN MABEL'S WORLD ARE GOOD ONLY AS LONG AS THEY GROVEL UNDER HER FEET!" Bill makes a malevolent grin and the video shows Dipper giving up on his apprenticeship with Ford "JUST. LIKE. ME!" His eyes go red as the fire around and a blue fire burns the video.

 

Bill or rather Bipper grows larger all of sudden which causes the chair and the table of the judge to be broken, Mabel reacts by frantically running from the giant Bipper as he follows her with multiple hands growing out of him. Mabel ran toward the door to get away from the grinning multi-hand monster; nonetheless, Bill had no plan to let her escape as the door closed before Mabel could get out, leaving her at the mercy of her mockery of her brother’s flesh.

 

“THERE IS NO HIDING NOW! THIS PLACE IS NOW YOUR PENANCE!” then a giant sledgehammer materializes in two of his right arms.

 

“AND YOU ARE JUDGED! GUILTY!” The Sludgehammer falls on Mabel.

 

"OBJECTION!" Mabel yelled just before her head touched it as she closed her eyes in fear.

 

"YES?" Bill questioned.

Mabel carefully opens her eyes "If Mabelland was designed to hold me, doesn't that mean it would be much more elaborate to hold me by giving me what I thought I needed instead of what I truly needed?"

Mabel inquired.

 

Mumbling sounds came out of nowhere, whereas Bill looked around.

 

"And true, my words are empty but what about actions?" Mabel inquired again.

 

Then a video plays near the end of the summer where Mabel gives Dipper a journal to write on.

 

"How about that time I ditched my So-Called-Friends at school for making fun of Dipper?" 

 

Mabel grabbed the collar of one queen bee and angrily threatened her.

 

"Or that time I essentially committed social suicide by distracting everyone from seeing Dipper with ruined clothes?”

 

It now shows Mabel making a fool out of herself by acting crazy by trying to eat a boy's head, while Dipper runs away with holes all over his clothes, turns out he was experimenting in a Chemistry lab with no one's supervision, good thing he always brings spare clothes.

 

"Or how about my conversation about future plans?"

 

The screen now shows Dipper and Mabel conversing with each other in their house.

 

"Okay, I'm going to stop you right there."

 

"But-"

 

"Me accepting Great Uncle Ford's apprenticeship was a heat-of-the-moment thing; besides, do you really think our parents would allow me or us to spend the rest of our childhood with someone who is a complete stranger to them? Just because I intend to spend the rest of my childhood with you doesn't mean I don't have plans and aspirations, you have yours as well, as long as we don't let that jeopardize our relationship and learn to balance things out, we won't end up like our Grunkles, are you ready to face the unknown?"

"...Nope! But hey, who is?" Mabel smiled and fist pumped with Dipper.

 

Mabel smiled at that particular memory, "I may use to be selfish, but not anymore I ain't! because I grow up" Mabel declared in triumph.

 

"OH, THAT ALMOST REACHED MY NONEXISTING BLOOD PUMP DRIVE…OH WELL, TIME TO WAKE!" Bill readies his sledgehammer.

 

"WAIT WAIT!" Mabel shouted.

 

SMACKED

 

"YAHOO!"

 

Mabel wakes up in her bed.

 

"Woah, what's it?" Dipper wakes up in worry.

 

" * phew * nothing, just some weird dream…" Mabel replied in relief.

 

"Oh by the way, sorry for the whole road trip thing bro, that was hypocritical of me."

 

Dipper was startled by the unexpected apology and looked at Mabel weirdly "Okaaay, a bit random, but thanks anyway." Dipper lay down to bed.

 

"Good night."

 

"Nighty night."

 

And thus both fall asleep, 'Not today, but one day I will tell them about the rift.' Mabel reassured herself internally, only for Mabel to realize that technically their room's window is triangle shaped, thus she hard a hard time sleeping.

 

'Damn you, Bill!'  Internally cursed Bill.

Note:I may be a hard critic of Mabel's character, but that is only because I believe she didn't reached her potential as a co-protagonist and was cuddled too much( The Author's favorite pet syndrome).

The only time I actually disliked Mabel was the infamous Roadside Attraction episode.

[babbushka]

Helping Bond villain Kylo with his famously crooked bow ties? I’m in the mood for some fluff if you’re still taking prompts my love!

“How do I look?” He asks, standing in front of the mirror, fiddling.

That was a new sight, Kylo fiddling. He isn’t one to fidget, in fact one of the things you love so much about him, is the way that he so often remains stoic, still, unmoving. The world is often so fast, it is comforting, Kylo’s stillness. And yet, here he is, fidgeting.

“Handsome, as always.” You reassure him from your spot on the big plush couch, sipping on champagne. You’re here as his date for some award that he’s being given, an entire night in his honor for his achievements in something. You really should remember what it is, but Kylo is always getting awards for different things. Maybe this time it’s charity, you don’t know. “Are you sure about this?”

You mean being his date, him bringing you along. You’re supposed to be his enemy, after all. They’ll all know who you are, some of them even put away in prison by your hand. There is potential for disaster, and as much as you loathe to admit it, you don’t want to ruin his special night.

“Of course I’m sure. I don’t do things unless I’m sure about them.” Kylo fidgets again, ties and re-ties his bowtie. You smile, he’s too easy to read.

“That’s a lie.” You get up from the couch and walk over to him, your arms sliding around his middle. He’s sturdy, strold, solid. He doesn’t move when you press your cheek to the smooth plane of his muscled back, the tuxedo jacket cool against your skin. He’s wearing Burberry, he looks good.

“Maybe. But I know you don’t do things unless you’re sure about them, and you’re here, which means it’ll all be okay.” Turning in your embrace, Kylo’s arms find their way around you, holding you, kissing the top of your head.

“I hope so, for your sake.” You press the issue with a teasing smile, because what more are you here for if not keeping him on his toes, keeping him sharp like the blades you have hidden in your dress.

“So you won’t kill me then?” Kylo smiles too, you can hear it in his voice. Good, you think, he should be smiling; this is a night to celebrate his modesty, he can afford to be a little smug.

“Not unless you give me a reason to.” You huff out a laugh, stepping away when Kylo grows silent, when he blushes ever so gently at the way you glare at him, “You aren’t going to...right?”

“I bought you something.” Is all he says, and that makes you grow bashful.

“Kylo I’ve told you -- ” You’re about to say it, no more presents. They’re always beautiful but they’re often illegal, and worse than that, they’re reminders of the wonderful times you have with him, when you have to leave him.

“I know.” He interrupts your objection before it can sour his mood, pressing a button on a small remote, automatic closet doors opening to reveal a gown, “Wear it anyway.”

Glaring at him for a moment, you change into the haute couture dress, less a garment and more a piece of art in its own right. It is the height of fashion, and it fits you like the opera length gloves that come with the gown. You wonder when he ever did figure out your exact measurements. Slipping the gloves on, you turn towards him for his appraisal, knowing that really, tonight you’re just arm candy for his accomplishments.

“You look stunning.” Kylo tells you simply, as if he knew you would, because of course he did.

“Your bowtie is crooked.” You reply back with a smile, reaching towards him and fixing all the minutes of fidgeting that had gotten it mussed in the first place.

He leans in to kiss you, and you reach up to meet his lips, a chaste something before he leads you out onto the red carpet and into the banquet ballroom, knowing that in the photos that the paparazzi take, you’ll both be dressed to the nines.

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