#but his hair being destroyed is funnier

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ pocket powerhouse ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by @klerns-birdie ˚₊ ⊹

ft. logan howlett x f! reader x wade wilson — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ entering the void with their tiny, mighty companion┊1.4k words

setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: canon typical blood & violence (and murder lol), reader is described as short & cute, super strength mutation, reader is the one who kills sabertooth in this one, fourth-wall break

➤ author's note: this was funnier in my head

they had you surrounded on all fronts, some standing before you and others on armored vehicles, holding their weapons and fists up ready to strike at any moment. if they didn’t clearly have bad intentions, then you would have been flattered at this little welcome party gathering together after only a few minutes of being sent into the void. they probably heard the ruckus wade and logan were making since they simply couldn’t keep their hands off of each other.

meaning, they couldn’t stop beating each other up and using any means necessary to shed blood or break bones despite it all being healed within the span of seconds.

you find the only successful way to get them to stop trying to kill each other is by threatening to kill them first, throwing a punch into the ground to destroy it under you as a means to grab their attention while shouting that you’ll decapitate them if they continue.

they listen to you most of the time and drop the mini battles, not because they believe you would actually do it, but because they believe they are humoring you by doing so (and because they know to sit down and shut up when a pretty woman tells them to). with super-strength as your mutation, you could do it with ease, they know you can— it’s just so difficult to think that such a cute little thing who pouts when ignored and is frequently used as an armrest due to short stature would ever do anything of the sort. you still have yet to act on your warnings, only depending on bloodlust-filled glares to settle them down much like a teacher waiting for her noisy class to be quiet.

logan thinks you all bark and no bite, wade compares you to an angry bunny, it’s safe to say they take what you say with a grain of salt, exchanging amused looks and admiring how cute you are when yelling profanities and gory details of how you’re going to maim them. (blah, blah, blah, proper name, place name— backstory stuff)

the three of you cringed at the failure of johnny storm, grimacing when his balls probably got crushed on a metal pole and every time he hit his head before getting captured. his end goal was clearly to escape, but you didn’t quite know how he was planning to get there when he set himself alight and started flying.

“i know you!” a large man with flowing blonde hair jumped off the tank, landing with a heavy thud on the compacted sand.

“oh my god, that’s sabertooth, peanut’s brother,” wade explained.

“brother? they don’t really look anything alike aside from being… uh… feral?”

“well you see, apparently there are some discrepancies about that. the author isn’t sure about anything because her bitch-ass still hasn’t watched any of the x-men movies or done her research. something about ‘being too busy with real life,’ can you believe that?”

“okay, you lost me when you started talking about ‘an author,’ but lay off her!”

sabertooth growled at logan, “ready to die?” 

“hey, don’t threaten him! i don’t care if he’s your brother, he’s my friend!” you interrupted, walking up to him, acting nonchalantly like he was a teddy bear when he was truly a grizzly. he was much taller than you too, towering over you and leaving you in his shadow.

“get outta my way, girlie” he barked, extending his claws, prepared to sink them into your flesh. “you’re lucky you’re cute, or else i already would have killed you.”

“aww, thank you! but i can’t accept compliments from someone who wants to kill my friend, so to that, i say ‘fuck off!’”

before he could let out a roar about how you should know who you’re talking to or swipe his claws at your face, you lifted your hand and slapped him across the face. it was much like a dramatic slap from television shows where the girl finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her or something, except his head went flying off into the distance and sprayed blood everywhere. it happened so quickly that his body stood there for a second before flopping over.

“oh my god!” wade exclaimed, cupping his face in his hands from surprise before excitedly clapping them together, “oh my god, that’s my girl— that’s our girl! see, that’s what happens when you enlist a y/n on your team, i told you that it was a good idea to take her with us!” he picked up the decapitated head and waved his arms around, paying no mind to the dripping red iron spilling on his costume, “you bitches saw that? she’s cute ‘n tiny but mighty, and she’ll absolutely fuck you up!”

the victory was short-lived as they took advantage of logan’s adamantium skeleton and other large pieces to scrap to trap all of you to a magnet. normally, this would be a breeze for you to get yourself out of, but you got hit in the head and quickly fell unconscious for them to ship you all away to cassandra.

when you finally woke up, you’re tied back-to-back with johnny and find your two companions in a similar position. “are you guys okay?”

“they’re asleep, but i’m okay,” logan answered, voice uncharacteristically amiable. despite being just as annoying as deadpool, he liked you a whole lot more and never spoke to you as roughly as he did to him. you were sweeter, more empathetic and understanding that he needed his own space, and, he isn’t going to lie, very easy on the eyes. “and you?”

“i’m okay! my head really hurts though…” you winced and shook your head a few times, trying to get the pounding sensation out. “god, this place is crazy. first we get teleported to this junkyard and then—”

“did you really mean what you said back there?”

“what did i say?”

“well… you…” god, he felt stupid, he was about to back out and say ‘nevermind,’ but he knows that you wouldn’t have let him go so easily. “you said that i was your friend…”

“yeah! you are! i mean, i killed your brother for you even though you could have done it yourself, putting myself in danger just so that you didn’t have to— you better consider me a friend too!”

he should tell you that you shouldn’t call him that nor think of him that way since nothing good ever comes out associating with him, but he can’t bring himself to say the words he’s routinely told others to successfully push them away. something about the look in your eyes, the way they sparkled when you looked at him. something about your smile, toothy and full of hope for the future to make up for his lack of. something about you makes him keep his mouth shut.

instead, he looks away, muttering a quiet word of thanks.

you tilt your head in slight confusion, not understanding the depth of your statement yet and how it managed to pull a word of gratitude out of a man who was in a constant state of irritation, but it made you irrationally happy and giddy inside.

wade was murmuring a few unintelligible sentences before coming to, and despite wearing a mask that covered his entire face, you could envision the mild look of disgust behind the leather as clear as day. “ew, why are you smiling like that??” he took a glance at you and then back at him, repeating the process a few times. “what the fuck? you guys can’t have a love story and leave me out of it! i’m the reason you two even met—” he finally seemed to process the situation from the close proximity with logan, looking him in the eyes through the white fabric of his mask and trying to find a way to loosen it to no avail. “how long have i been asleep?”

“not all of you was asleep.”

johnny seemed to wake up as well, beginning to tell a whole bunch of exposition about this place you were trapped in, something about a monster that would swallow you up and a “her” who runs this entire place. he laughed at the notion of evading this woman’s grasp, but wade thought otherwise.

“nah, we can take her! i have a pocket powerhouse and the wolverine on my side, i’m not scared of anything!”

no one quite believes him, but it’s nice to see that your optimism has rubbed off on him.

[sbk-zgvlt]

So random question, but how you think Diasomnia would find out about how Sebek almost died in the Harveston Event. Especially if they were to hear it from Someone else who was at the event and not Sebek

Anon I am so insane. You have no idea what monster you've unleashed.

Now, before I was going to answer this I thought hmmm who would've been able to tell what happened to Sebek to Diasomnia? Epel was a cross out since he wasn't really close to any of them, Jade would be the type of person to NOT say anything at all, and Idia is. Idia.

I originally thought to go with Jade since he's also silly like that when I thought of the most amazing thing ever.

...the RSA STUDENTS TELL DIASOMNIA.

They're the right type of people who would try to be acquainted with Diasomnia (Silver most likely) during school events AND be a healthy amount of "concerned for the NRC student who almost died during our sled race :(("

What's MORE funnier is that it's going to give us a LARGE time gap between the Harveston event and the time Diasomnia finds out about Sebek as RSA x NRC events are common, but not so much that they see each other every month.

Im thinking they approach Silver, as he's the most approachable of the bunch. Maybe Shelpie finds him asleep, and being a sleepy guy himself, settles next to him.

Neige and Lilia find them and converse for a bit, Silver slowly waking up as they do. The rest of the dwarves trailed after Neige, so theyre just sitting around as well.

Malleus arrives and most of them get spooked, but Lilia reassures them and he's able to join in on the conversation. Dominic is just doing the thinking pose the whole time because hmmmm these guys kind of remind me of someone!!! And he snaps ahis fingers and goes:

"Are you guys friends with the green-haired guy who almost fell off a cliff during our sled race?"

And Diasomnia IMMEDIATELY snap their heads towards him. Silver is now fully awake. And the other dwarves go "Oh yeah that guy!!! I hope he's okay now its been a while :(("

And Lilia tries to reassure themselves because "surely it was another nrc student right!?!?!? Maybe they mistook jade's hair color for green or something."

Shelpie chooses that moment to yawn and stretch, then say, "oh heyy are we talking about sebek" "oh yeah thats his name!!!!" And diasomnia are in fucking SHAMBLES

Neige can see them getting more panicked by the second, and he tells his friends to stop because "they look like theyre about to get seizures 😭😭"

And the dwarves panic as well and they try to reassure them saying "dont worry that was months ago!!!" "WHAT" "errr he was able to grab onto a branch before he could fall!" "WHAT??" "His sled is DESTROYED though" "WHAT!?!?!??!?!"

[gojozaiacc]

THIEF, H.Brown

Hobie Browne x fem!!supervillain!!reader summary: y/n and Spider-Punk have always had a complicated relationship, torn between fighting and flirting most of the time. But that gets put to the test when danger is afoot. tw!! swearing, kissing? violence, sexual innuendos notes - I am yet to read the Spider-Punk comics so if some of this doesn't seem accurate to his world I do deeply apologise- I'll be doing research whilst writing to make sure I don't mess anything up for him :)

"COULD YOU ACTUALLY KEEP WATCH THIS TIME?"HER ACOMPLACE, MAX, SPOKE TOWARDS A DAYDREAMING Y/N.

She snickered and glanced to him. --"I always keep watch."She said simply. He hummed in response as he picked the lock of the British museum.

"And yet somehow- Spider-Punk always somehow manages to stop us before we can even steal anything."His tone held annoyance to which she only grinned in response. --"Spider-Man."She corrected with a pointed finger.

"He hates being called Spider-Punk."She informed him, shrugging after receiving a look from Max. --"Are you certain you don't know his identity?"He scoffed, returning to picking the lock.

"Positive, Max."She lied, her blue eyes moving to staring straight forward.

Her relationship with Spider-Punk was weird from the very beginning but it only got weirder when she figured out who he was under that funny-looking mask.

Hobie Brown.

What's funnier about her knowing his identity is that he has no idea that she knows. She had seen him unmask in an alley months ago. And though she wasn't entirely close with Hobie, to begin with- she knew if she started randomly speaking to him a lot more than she normally would it would arise suspicion.

Believe me, she wanted nothing more than to randomly start speaking to him more, get to know the man beneath the spider-suit but she ultimately decided that it was a terrible idea.

Hobie Brown was better off not knowing that she knows.

"Alright, I don't trust you enough."She snapped her offended attention to Max who had finished picking the lock. --"You get the stuff and I'll keep watch."He ordered.

She sighed but nodded in agreement. --"At least I don't get the boring job this time."She hummed as she disappeared through the museum doors.

Her long blonde hair cascaded down her suit which prompted her to lift her hands and tie it into a ponytail. y/n came from a long line of family burglars unfortunately so she knew exactly how to dress and act when she was stealing from somewhere.

Thus she was dressed in a black bodysuit, and combat boots sat on her feet. She also wore a mask which was tied firmly around her head with a piece of thick ribbon.

Tilting her head back, she glanced around the museum with a small smile on her face. She had never actually been to a museum before. She never had the opportunity to due to her father's demands.

Reaching into her hip bag she pulled out a pouch of white dust. Emptying some onto her gloved hand, she put the pouch back into her bag.

Swallowing nervously she lifted both hands, slapping her hands together so the dust could spread around the room successfully. Within seconds she could see where the security lasers in the room were.

There weren't many, surprisingly.

Eyeing the ones in front of her, she took a few steps back before running forward- successfully dodging the lasers. She stood in the middle of the room just as her phone buzzed.

Her eyebrows pulled together in surprise as she pulled the device out. Her father was always strict to not send anyone messages during a heist so her phone buzzing was incredibly surprising.

MAX - LOOK OUT!! sent at 23:28

Just as she was about to make her way back to Max to figure out what the fuck was going on there was a loud bang.

This loud bang was an explosion coming from the front of the museum. Her eyes widened as she started running towards the back- taking notice of how the lasers had disappeared- the security system must have been destroyed.

Another explosion sounded- this one packing a way bigger punch than the first. The force of the explosion sent her flying, nearby exhibits collapsing at the impact.

She had collapsed to the ground, curling herself up into ball to avoid any pieces of structure falling on her. Once the shaking of the building had come to a stop she pushed herself up to sit on her knees, her eyes wide with confusion.

Just as she turned her attention to the front of the museum a group of thugs come waltzing in, guns in hand. And Max in hand.

Her gaze darkened as she rose to her feet, catching the attention of the one in front.

"well if it isn't, Black Cat."He snickered, he pointed to Max with his gun carelessly. --"Should have known you'd be here if you're little bitch was."He spoke.

She hummed as she walked closer, stepping over pieces of wreckage. The man instantly turned the gun on her prompting her to lift her hands up in defence.

"Drop what you've nicked."He demands. She chuckled and shook her head. --"I haven't even stolen anything yet."She informed him.

The click of his gun is heard as he fires a warning shot to the ground just next to Max, causing the man to flinch in surprise.

"You think am an idiot? Drop it."the gunsman snapped at her. The second the sentence left his lips a web shot out from above, sticking to the mans gun and pulling it away from him.

"Nah."A familiar voice spoke and y/n had to fight the smile on her face. --"I reckon you're an idiot, mate."

Hobie dropped down out of nowhere, standing a couple of feet away from y/n. --"Good one, Spider-Punk." she told him sarcastically, smiling brightly in his direction that she had no doubt he was scrunching his nose up at.

"Don't just gawk you fuckin' idiots!!"the shooter snapped to his men. --"Shoot them."He demanded.

This demand had y/n snapping her head forward in surprise just as an arm suddenly wrapped itself around her figure as she goes flying suddenly.

Hobie, upon hearing the demand had instantly grabbed ahold of y/n to swing her to safety somewhere. He didn't want her getting hurt in the process of him taking these shooters down.

He landed them somewhere behind a pillar, that was as best as he could do without risking being shot at.

"My hero."She mocked as she pressed her back against the pillar, peeking around the corner. --"'don't believe in heroes."He reminded her and she chuckled and glanced at him.

"Then what exactly are you doing, spider?"She mocked. He shrugged and gestured to her, --"Rescuin' a damsel."He responded just as mockingly.

"Lucky for you"She reached into her boot to pull out her own handgun. --"I don't need rescuing." she spoke, leaning forward to glance around the pillar.

"Where the fuck did you get tha'?"He asked, surprised at the weapon she had pulled. --"2293 mind your own business street."She responded as she suddenly moved from one pillar to another.

"What is with the mask? that one's new." He gestured to the mask on her face. --"Oh you don't like?" She teased, turning her head to his.

"Didn't say that, love." He responded, smirking underneath the mask. She smirked and leaned forward a little, --"I'll be sure to wear it more often, then."She told him. His gaze fell to her thigh highs.

"What else you got in those?" He questioned, gesturing to her boots. The smirk never wiped from her face. --"Wouldn't you like to know." She retaliated, her eyelids hooded as she stared up at him.

Hobie swallowed as y/n suddenly moved again from the pillar they were behind to another one, her gun drawn.

He debated staying by her side but ultimately settled on taking down the shooters before they actually hurt someone. y/n watched him disappear up to the roof and she turned her attention forward.

She wasn't actually considering killing anyone, the gun was simply for protection. Spotting one of the shooters she sneaked around the edge of another pillar before running forward and sweeping his legs with her own causing him to fall to his back, she kicked his gun away with her feet and delivered a swift punch to the side of his head, knocking him out instantly.

The click of a gun made her snap her head to the side in surprise only to see the same shooter as before, this time with the gun pointed at Max.

"you're ruining everything you bitch, "he snapped at her as her eyes flickered to Max. --"Let my brother go."She demanded, her voice strong.

The shooter only chuckled at the demand, failing to see the way she had angled her gun in her hands. --"Not happening."he mocked just as she pulled the trigger.

The bullet lodged itself into the shooter's foot. He let out a loud cry of pain, releasing Max as he fell to his ass. y/n rushed over to her brother to make sure he wasn't injured which he wasn't thankfully.

But she was too busy checking on her brother that she completely missed the gun that was pointed in her direction.

BANG!!

A bullet came hurling in her direction, grazing over the corner of her shoulder. A loud cry of pain passed her lips as she doubled over, her hand instantly flying to her shoulder.

Max's eyes widen and he instantly grabs the gun from y/n's hold, pointing it towards the man who had shot at her, shooting him straight through the shoulder.

y/n fell to her knees, grunting in pain as she pressed against her injury. Max kneeled down next to his sister, a worried expression on his face but he knew they didn't have time to dilly dally here.

"y/n, hey- look at me."He cradled her face in his hands. --"We have to get out of here before we're taken."He reminded her, nodding towards Hobie who was nearly finished up with the last remaining shooters.

She huffed out and nodded her head. --"I know. You take the roads I'll take the alley like usual."She mumbled as she stumbled to her feet. Max shook his head.

"You're injured we shouldn't split up-"He attempted to argue but shut up the second y/n shot him a look.

"Road way. Got it."He mumbled, taking a few steps backwards before running off.

Turning her head, y/n kneeled down next to the guy that she had knocked out, ripping off some of his shirt to tie around her injured shoulder.

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She staggered down an alley, a hand pressed to her shoulder instinctively. Her hand clutched the gun she had stolen from the man she had knocked out, worried she would run into more trouble.

Tonight could have gone a lot smoother.

Not only did she get injured but she had failed to steal anything of meaning from the museum. Boy, was her dad going to be pissed at her and Max.

Perhaps that was why she was taking her time walking through this alley. She could have been home a while ago but she slowed her steps- wishing to enjoy the peace she was getting in that moment.

Not to mention she was going to have to be stitched up and she knew that was going to hurt like a bitch.

"That looks like it hurts a belter."

Her eyes widen and she instantly spun around, the gun pointed at the source of the voice. She relaxed somewhat when seeing Hobie hanging there, upside down, his face covered by his mask.

"Are you following me, bug? I'm flattered." She mused taking a step forward as she dropped her arm holding the gun.

He only chuckled in response. --"You're a wanted thief aren't ya?"He asked sarcastically to which she hummed and nodded her head, pouting her bottom lip as she walked closer to the upside down man.

"You have to be a good thief to actually be wanted."She said with a chuckle, deciding to slip the gun into her boot. She raised an eyebrow, --"You not going to take me in?"

Hobie didn't respond for a moment. --"Nah. I'm not gonna to take you in, y/n."

She was surprised to hear her real name come from him. --"Ah. You know my name now." She put on a brave face as she lifted a hand to pull off his mask. --"Hobie." She finished as she pulled his mask off fully, clutching the fabric in-between her gloved hands.

Hobie didn't have a surprised look on his face. He looked calm and concerned. --"How long have you known?" She questioned after a moment of silence.

"A while. You?"

She raised both of her eyebrows. --"Ditto."

She lifted a finger to press against his eyebrow piercing. --"Always liked you're piercings." She hummed, dropping her eyes to look into his brown ones.

"You goin' to get on with it or not?"He said boldly, she quirked an eyebrow as she scoffed a small laugh, taking another step forward.

And as she leaned closer, she glanced down, taking his shut eyes as consent enough to press her lips against his. Her hands lifted to rest against the side of his face, no longer caring that her shoulder was in agony cos holy fuck she was kissing Hobie Brown.

Hobie, being upside down of course, leaned into the kiss as much as he possibly could but left all the work up to y/n who moved her lips tenderly against his.

They had both wanted this for a while and now knowing who one another was helped significantly with getting across the finish line.

Hobie dropped one of his hands from above him to rest on the back of y/n's head, pushing her further. His fingers tangled themselves in her blonde ponytail, taking enjoyment in twirling chunks of her hair between his fingers.

Of course they knew they couldn't do this for the rest of the night and they are reminded of that fact when a sudden pain shot through y/n's arm causing her to let out an abrupt gasp of pain against Hobie's lips.

She hissed and retracted her lips, leaning her forehead against his chin as she removed her hand from his face and placed it over her injured shoulder.

"you need patchin'" He informed her like it was old news. She chuckled through the pain and nodded her head, shutting her eyes as she tried steadying her heart rate.

The thud of him dropping to the ground in front of her didn't make her open her eyes, she kept them shut, resisting the urge to squeeze her shoulder.

"you can crash at mine, tonight."He told her. Now that did make her snap her eyes open.

"What? Hobie I can't, my dad-"

"You're dad's going to be nicked tonight."he blurted out causing her to pause, her eyes wide.

Hobie was fully aware of the difficult situation that y/n was in with her dad. All of her friends knew that she had a weird relationship with him. And when Hobie found out that she was Black Cat he finally understood why she always seemed so afraid to even mention him.

y/n's dad had been forcing her to steal since she was a child but that could all finally stop if he was going to prison.

"You're free, y/n."He informed her.

y/n hated her father. Always has. He had taught her to steal since she was 5- abusing her when she refused. She had never wanted to be a thief in the first place, she wanted to be an artist. But her dad had always only had money in mind.

But if he was going to be prison she wouldn't have to do this anymore.

Without warning she had lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Hobie's waist. Hobie didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her figure, accepting the hug without a seconds thought.

She pulled back, a small smile on her face as she lifted her hand to pull off her mask. Hobie smiled at that. She handed him back his mask as he noded to her shoulder.

"Let's head to mine."

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a/n this was so shit and I apologise- I was actually thinking about making this an actual book on my wattpad cos I like the idea of this very much- I had to rush everything into this one I apologise- apologies if the kiss seemed rushed- if I do decide to make it a book it will be the complete opposite I promise!!

[nomsfaultau]

(Potentially) daily ask №9

Random scenarios edition!

Everyone in the fault crew suddenly turns fully human. No special abilities, no nothing. So Wilbur doesn't have the void thing anymore and has a fixed height. Tommy doesn't have the red anymore. Philza turns completely human with no ability to turn back to a dragon or a god anymore, also mortal now. Blade gets the pink hair anime girl-like fanon C!Techno design, with blood god getting a new vessel (some sword. Which is now sentient and posessed by him.) and the voices just getting wrecked along with the blood god. Tubbo gets turned human (system still stays though), and if they don't have any prosthetics then their legs get magically restored as well just cause it'd be cruel not to cause their only option would be to yk crawl. What would happen after?

Ace attorney aka the court game. Tommy's the one getting sued and the rest of the crew serve as the lawyers, and they're standing against all the prosecutors in the game at the same time for funsies. Alternatively if you don't know the characters of ace attorney, you can put Tubbo and Phil as the lawyers, Tommy as the suspect and Wilbur and Techno as the persecutors. Who would win assuming that murder and mind control isn't allowed in court?

They have to make a high school group project/presentation for whatever reason. The project is on sharks. Just different kinds of sharks. Tommy seems like the guy who'd like sharks. How well does it go?

1.Wilbur is having a CRISIS. This is everything it always longed for and refused to admit it wanted. This whole tangle of jealousy, envy, discrimination, self loathing, and now it's just exploded. Wilbur's brain probably breaks for awhile, doesn't know how to handle being very suddenly confronted with his self deception. Wildly running hope and hatred in nearly equal measures. I don't think it would ever get over the oppression at the hands of humans even once it had privileged.

Techno is also having a crisis for funnier reasons, since bruhh he's a bishōnen now?? Where's the muscle? Where's the FAT?? He's utterly baffled with how weak and tiny he is. Really likes how small his metabolism is now tho, since he has to put in wayyy less effort given he needs like 2% of the calorie intake he used to have (rough estimate I've done a lot of math over how much this man needs to eat but can't recall atm). And he has fingers. Like proper fingers!! He can TOUCH AND FEEL THINGS. And COMPLETE BODILY AUTONOMY! Take THAT! Meanwhile The Blood God is desperately trying to get the sword destroyed so that it can escape and get a better vessel because it did NOT agree to this! ...but also wouldn't kill you, because The Blood God's relationship to The Blade was not what it'd hoped it'd be.

I'm going to say Tubbo has prosthetics now since instant magic healing without consent has a history of uh connotations. Plus now they can actually go to a hospital and get proper prosthetics, although probably not without a lot of medical hassle. I don't think Tubbo would actually know how to move their body like at all? Since their previous method of movement was so alien from muscles. The human Hive members would help in that sense, and probably front a lot for awhile while Tubbo tries to figure that out since they don't know how to speak or eat or

Philza is having a panic attack on the floor because he's not immortal anymore and that is a LOT to deal with for a man who is ~4 billion years old. He's probably going to handle this the worst of everyone. Also shaken deeply by the fact he'll die before his children do, unable to protect them. That he has to pay mind to pain now, not just push past for the sake of his Collected. Philza is...probably not going to ever recover tbh. He's familiar with grieving for others, but never for himself.

Tommy is psyched as hell and hugging everyone. Pretty similar to the bracelet ask. Plus now the Foundation has no reason to study him, right? ...right? (the Foundation will be going insane about this new development, and will probably have a very easy time capturing them now. Everyone would be released afterwards....but probably amnesticized to hell and back.)

2. I have ~some familiarity with Ace Attorney, given Mandatory Family Reunion turns into a surprise crossover with it for like two chapters. Turns out Edgeworth and Quackity are PEAK comedy duo. ...And technically Tommy does go on trial in Fault, though it's halfway between that and a confessional with Rhodes acting as judge jury and...not executioner, since that was Tommy's job in the Foundation 😬. I think Tommy would be terrible on stand, and at some point just start cussing Edgeworth out. I imagine 'muffin' censorship would pop up like hold it and objection bubbles. Tubbo is tearing their hair out because the ace attorney system is NOTHING like an actual court room and Rhodes is really enraged at the injustice of it. I think Wilbur could have fun on the investigation side of things, and Philza could be the teen anime girl sidekick of the week whose random anecdotes about old immortal stuff helps solve the case. The Blade only believes in the second amendment so he's probably just eating popcorn and plans to break out Tommy when he inevitably loses. Because well the guys and flies would certainly try but the ace attorney courts are hellish. Franziska's whip probably got ate by Wilbur, which is good before it triggered The Blood God. Tubbos' near omnipresence could probably really prove how corrupt Debeste is. Manfred Von Karma....'s body turns up in a dirty alley oh noooo welp can't be helped it happened outside the court 🤷

3. Tommy declares himself the group leader and tries to boss everyone around to some success, since he does have a talent for ringleading, but there's definitely a lot of bickering and teasing that are not the mark of an effective leader. Wilbur doesn't know what a school project is but will provide eldritch sharks and can probably speak Evil Shark which would involve turning his mouth into that of a sharks, which they use for demonstrations during the presentation. The Blade adores procrastinating. But also he's beaten up a shark before probably, Cali boy and all that, so bonus points for personal experience. Philza is fairly goal orientated and wants them to do well and kinda carries the group tbh. But also he mixes in historically believed myths about sharks oops. Tubbo is insanely good at multi-tasking but the dyslexia makes research more painful. Tubbo pushes for a (much needed) extension on the project deadline on the basis of disabillity accommodations and thus is the sole reason it's completed before the due date. It's not informative but it is a very entertaining project. B-

[zayray030]

Asker from the teachers post, I completely forgot that NRC is an only-boys school, sorry T-T but it’s funnier realising Arca has photos on not only her school but also NRC (Rook and her would get along) xD

Epel would most definitely ask Vargas for some tiles now knowing he’s a former-twink

Ace: Stop auntie Arca you’re embarrassing me :(

Crewel, Vargas, Sam: AND US-

Crewel: seriously though! Why did you have to come instead of Mrs Trappola?!

Arca: Sister has business you know? Oh, how the young age, how I remember the days where you had bad eyeliner and pure black hair with one eye covered, what an emo, is that why you dyed one side white? I remember how you would call yourself “The Designer of Death’s Gown”!-(The dyed white part is canon btw) (also chunnibyou Crewel awww)

Crewel: STOP STOP- I won’t allow you to destroy my image any further!

Vil: it’s already grounded to powder.

Riddle Ruggie Epel:… so any tips for, Y’know..

Vargas:…

Arca: just go to his old social media account on (insert app) by @-

Vargas: NONONO- I will not let anyone see those pictures! Besides I already deleted the account haha!-

Arca: *shows screenshots of Vargas’ old social page with twink Vargas* *wink*

Vargas:…

Epel: wow you’re more twinkier than me

Ace: how were you Riddle-levels of rule following when you made a black market shop??

Sam: hah, ironic isn’t it?

Azul: very

Arca: want some photos?-

Sam: NOOO-

(Write the aftermath (days after the Arca Tarot “tragedy”) if you want lol, I wanna see the result of the aftermath of their teacher status and how the students act towards them now >:))

I can just imagine Ace's mother being swamped with work and so she calls her sister and asks if she could help, and gladly she does because she takes ant pleasure in torturing men

Since I'm currently watching once upon a time I kind of see a regina mills vibe, and I can just imagine her rutting everytime she sees Crewel, meanwhile her and Vil have a nice long chat

Vargas decides to turn this around for himself and make it a positive thing and a way to work the students even harder.

Azul is now fully idol worshiping Sam be aude he wants to now all his secrets

[aziraphales-library]

Because we always need a little smiles in our lives, what are some of your favorite crack fics, because damn who doesn't love a good crack fic?

We have a tonne of fics on our #crack tag so please remember to check that out. Here are even more to add to the collection...

Those who Mourn the Wicked by cyankelpie (G)

Crowley’s funerals were always interesting. There was no telling who would show up.

A Big Lack Of Chill by Ashfae (G)

The Bentley is tired of Crowley not doing anything to further his relationship with Aziraphale and decides to take matters into its own wheels. It may have some ulterior motives of its own.

Explaining a joke doesn't always ruin the joke but it doesn't make it any funnier by scifigeek14 (G)

Crowley spends too much time rotting his brain online and can't be held accountable for anything that comes out his mouth when Aziraphale is petting his hair. Luckily Aziraphale doesn't understand internet humor anyway.

Mortal Enemies by AppleSeeds (T)

Aziraphale is a supervillain who keeps failing to destroy the world. Crowley is the hero who keeps letting him get away, inevitably ending up back in his clutches. Perhaps there's more going on here than just complete ineptitude? After all, what if your mortal enemy just happens to be the one who understands you the most?

Crowley's Door by AnonymousDandelion (G)

Being the front door to a flat in Mayfair, London is not a job for the weak, the foolish, nor the easily astonished. Fortunately, the front door of the second-floor flat belonging to one Mr. Anthony J. Crowley is none of the above.

as clear as day, lord if i make it through tonight by lafgayette (G)

“Meooow.” Crowley freezes, looks upwards, looks downwards, and wonders which great force is fucking with him now. Surely they couldn’t know. Surely the great bloody ineffable plan didn’t include taunting him with God’s worst creature, proof of Her rather questionable taste. “I’ll kill you.” Crowley says. “Meow!” The cat says.

Crowley hates cats, until he doesn’t. Aziraphale is inconveniently re-corporated in the wrong body. Rather, the wrong species. Crowley can’t admit he’s in love with Aziraphale, until he does.

There's crack, there's angst, and there's love. Also, The Black Eyed Peas.

- Mod D

[wee-chlo]

Not a Theory but an Idea I Had

Spoilers for God of War Ragnarok in the details but generally:

Calliope becomes Hel.

Here's the thought, which may or may not be canon-compliant but given the nature of the reboot, anything can happen.

Greece isn't destroyed, per se, but a sort of metaphysically anarchic wasteland, which is why Kratos' powers from there don't work anymore. The very nature of godhood fundamentally shifted because of what he did: the release of hope, the death of the Pantheon, the continued existence of Athena... life, death, time, space... all very wishy-washy.

Atreus, in his search for the other giants, stumbles on the bridge Týr used to travel between Realms, and between him and Calliope's accidental collaboration, the bridge between Midgard and Greece is briefly reopened. Calliope breaks through but between the instability of the bridge and Athena being hot on her trail, the door shuts before she can fully escape. She's dying, aging, and Atreus acts without thinking. He grabs her hand and gives her half of his own godhood, his own energy.

When they come to, Atreus is exhausted. Calliope is... different. One half of her, the half Atreus grabbed the hand of and held onto and pushed magic through, is alive, young, vibrant and strong; nut brown skin and dark hair that reaches out like an inky black cloud. The other is a husk. Desiccated, with jerky-like flesh peeling away from yellowed bone. One eye is a rich brown flecked with gold. The other is cloudy white, sunken into a deep socket.

The brief reignition of the Bridge disconnects the temple they're in from the World Tree, so they have to take the long way home. On the way, they talk. Calliope tells Atreus about Greece. Atreus gains a new understanding of his father's hesitancy to kill a god, to fight a war. He didn't think there was more to understand, but he continues to be surprised.

"It's different here," she says quietly at the fire. "The gods don't matter as much. In Greece, every dead god was another way for the world to suffer."

Atreus wonders if Sindri would have killed Odin if the result would have been what happened to Greece after their father killed Zeus.

By the time they reach Sindri's Treehouse, word of Loki and the strange half-dead thing that travels with him has already made it there. Kratos expects... something. Not this.

Atreus has never seen his father quite this stunned. Like something has been peeled away and only raw truth is exposed. A hand grips the edge of the table like without it, he'd collapse. Atreus sees his father become a haunted man confronted by a ghost.

"It is a trick," he rasps. "An illusion."

"The bridge to Greece opened," Atreus supplies softly, then corrects himself at Calliope's brief, unimpressed glance in his direction. "We... I... We opened it. It wasn't open for long, but-"

"You look well, Father," Calliope says, a note of something Atreus recognizes in her voice: that flint-hard skeleton of a harsher world, a crueler upbringing. "For a dead man." Something halfway between a laugh and a sob rips from his father, and Atreus is at a loss.

Something breaks, and Kratos is across the room, his daughter in his arms, and Atreus hears the whispered pleas for forgiveness. Calliope's arms come up, and while their father is too broad for her arms to wrap around completely, he hears her whisper back.

I forgive you.

Atreus has never had a sister before. It's not bad really. He thinks he'd have liked having her around a lot when he was little. She and Kratos have the same sense of humor, one that Atreus took a long time to understand when it came from their father but is a lot funnier from Calliope. And she tells stories too, like Mimir. But only stories from Greece. They're interesting though, if often a bit weird, kind of grisly. Sometimes he feels kind of bad for laughing, like when she tells the story of Thermopylae and how when the Persians boasted that their arrows would blot out the sun, the Spartan retort was "then we'll fight in the shade!"

The stories about the gods of Greece aren't as funny. Sometimes she tells them in a funny way, but most of the time it's very matter of fact. Sometimes it feels like Kratos listens because he feels like he has to, as penance. Atreus listens because something rings as important.

"Father was a god there too, right?" He asks carefully one day. Kratos stills and Calliope nods.

"Oh yes. The god of war, after killing Ares." She tilts her head, and it seems like the dead eye is the one looking at him, peering close and seeing through. "There's only the one story about him though."

She doesn't tell it to him for awhile. She doesn't tell it to him until they're making their way through Helheim, escorting her to the Eagle of Hel to offer to take the great bird's position as Hel.

Kratos doesn't stop her. Doesn't interrupt. Atreus can't tell if he wants her to tell it or not, if it's a relief or not. Mimir doesn't interject to correct something or question a detail.

And at some point, when Zeus dies and Greece descends into chaos and the body of Kratos, the Ghost of Sparta, disappears from the bloodsoaked cliff that Athena left him to die on... the story becomes Calliope's.

How as Hades became a tumult of the damned, as Tartarus heaved and the River Styx swelled past it's banks, she scratched and clawed her way back to the land of the living. How she and other survivors, other mortals, caught sparks of hope as they fell from the shattered husk of Olympus like snow and fought against Athena, driven mad by Ambition and Hate. How in a world where godhood meant nothing, she became one, the blood of old Sparta and old Olympus burning hot and bright inside her. How she led the Greeks in one great, desperate push against Athena, how she sacrificed herself to drag Athena into the primordial depths to free the land... and then a bridge opened. One of rainbow and ice, and a hand reached out and took hers. Athena tried to follow but the gate closed, the bridge shattered, and a brother she didn't know she had welcomed her into a new world.

The Eagle of Hel peers down at them, rumbles a reply.

"She says it was a fine tale," Mimir translates respectfully. "And she smells the truth of it on you."

Calliope becomes the new Hel, the Eagle taking her under her wing.

Over the years, the stories shift and change, as they do. The nature of Hel, who she is, how long she's been there, the land she watches over. But Hel and Loki are always kin.

[limerental]

parallel lines - 6/6

reynard/roche here is the self-indulgent +1 chapter that's a whole new outsider pov 5+1

All three were dressed strangely, as Ciri’s travelling companions often were. Ves was even more scantily-clad than usual with dark glasses perched on her sunburnt nose, and as Roche stumbled to his feet, brightly-patterned silk fluttered against his torso. Cursing, he shrugged out of his shoes to knock soil from the ugly clogs. Geralt had stopped asking questions after the umpteenth time he denied Ciri’s invitation to go along with her somewhere. He’d had enough of cross-dimensional time travel and portals in general. “Have fun?” he asked, secretly pleased that they’d destroyed the garden bed Yennefer had tasked him with weeding this afternoon. “No,” Roche grunted. He too was flushed bright red by the sun, chaperon missing and his waves of dark hair bleached a shade lighter. Ves poked at his red collarbone, and he hissed in discomfort and smacked her away. Ciri, whose complexion was far paler than both of them but showed no signs of being fried to a crisp, rolled her eyes and laughed. “Too stubborn for sunblock, both of them. I told them that that planet had a thinner atmosphere and a different spectrum of ultraviolent light than here but–” “You told us the sun had invisible rays that were evil.” “Well, I had to dumb it down for you, of course.” Ciri shrugged. “Funnier that way. I thought you’d try to hit the evil rays with sticks or something.”

[multifandomrandomgirl]

The Ropes that Bind Us - Peter Tork x female!reader PART 11

Masterlist:

Taglist: @strawberry-sunset-skies

“Peter!” Micky popped out of his room and grabbed Peter’s arm before the man could go upstairs to his bedroom. Peter groaned and turned to the drummer.

“What Micky? It’s late, I want to go to bed.” Micky forced Peter down onto the sofa before he plopped down opposite him with a smirk on his face.

“I want to know, do you have a crush on our little Y/N?” Micky pointed towards where the girl was sleeping, Peter’s face turned into a bright shade of red and he looked down at his knees in the hope of hiding it from Micky. “Aha! So you do! Gosharooney, they grow up so quickly.” Micky pretended to wipe a tear away from under his eye causing Peter to roll his eyes.

“Mick, you can’t say anything to her, please. I do really like her. I mean, she’s so sweet, she was so lovely to me when we were trapped, she was constantly reassuring me and making me laugh. Now she’s here, man, she’s even more perfect. She’s gorgeous, she’s even funnier, and her hugs. Her hugs are my favourite thing ever.” Peter began to gush about Y/N, Micky smiled at him and let him continue ranting about her for another ten minutes or so.

“You need to tell her babe.” Micky cut in after having had enough of hearing about how soft her hair is. “You really ought to tell her.”

“Oh, I can’t Micky. I can’t. I don’t stand a chance with her, I think she’d laugh at me. She’s too clever and pretty to want someone like me.” Peter frowned, Micky felt a pang in his heart. Did Peter really feel this way about himself? And how blind was he? Micky could tell that Y/N liked Peter, even if Davy hadn’t confirmed it for them, he would be able to tell. She was patient with him when he struggled with something or said something stupid. She wouldn’t mock him the same way other people do when he said something dumb, she would reassure him that he was clever. She would laugh at all of his jokes, even when they didn’t make sense. The night they had rescued Y/N, Mike and Davy had looked troubled, so Micky asked what had happened and they told him that Y/N had said that Peter thought they wouldn’t come and find him because they were sick of him being a dummy. They told him everything Y/N said she had done to try and reassure Peter that they cared. Micky knew she was perfect for Peter.

“Hey Pete, I think you stand a big chance with her, I do. I think that you have the biggest chance out of everyone! You’re perfect for her. Don’t put yourself down, man.” Micky placed his hand on the bassist’s back comfortingly.

“You think?” Peter’s eyes light up happily, and Micky confirms his agreement with a nod. “I’ll think about it, I don’t want to destroy our friendship accidentally, it isn’t worth it.” Micky groaned internally, maybe Peter was a slight bit dumb.

“Goodnight, Micky.” Peter stood up and climbed up the stairs to his bedroom, Micky sighed and made his way to his own room, tiptoeing in so as to not wake Michael up.

----

“Good morning Michael!” Y/N said cheerily to the Texan who was leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping a cup of coffee.

“Good morning Y/N. How was the new bed?” Michael poured her a cup of coffee and handed it to her, she took a large sip before answering.

“Thanks for the coffee! The bed was amazing, thanks. It was great.” Y/N gushed about the bed, Mike held back a giggle, he’d never heard someone so happy to have been sleeping in a bed before, but he knew he shouldn’t laugh, she’d spent three years tied to a chair so having a bed must have been the best thing ever.

“I’m glad it was good!” Mike smiled, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Hey Mike, I was wondering if you’d help me with something please?” Y/N asked quietly, she wasn’t sure as to whether or not she should do what she was about to ask for help with, but she decided to ask anyway, it couldn’t hurt to get some help with this and she didn’t want to ask Peter as she knew it may upset him.

“Sure, what’s it you need help with?” Michael placed his mug down on the counter, he was hoping that she’d ask him for help with talking to a certain blond bassist, but from the slight frown on her face, he wasn’t sure as to what she would be asking his help for, but he was fully prepared to do anything to help her.

“I was thinking of writing a letter to my family, I still know what their home address is, unless they have moved, but I doubt they will have, they’ve been in that house since they got married at eighteen. Anyway, I want to let them know that I’m alive, even if they don’t care, I just want them to know that I’m okay, but I’m not really sure if I should.” Y/N explains and Mike catches her voice cracking whilst she spoke, did she really think that her family wouldn’t care? Mike knew that if he were them, he’d be ecstatic to know she was alive after being missing for three years, hell, he had been ecstatic when they’d gotten Peter back after only a few days, and he had seen how happy Pete had been when they’d gone back to rescue her. If her family didn’t care about her, then screw them. Mike would be her family, and he knew the other boys would be her family. It made Mike upset that she thought no one cared about her, he felt the same way that he had done when Y/N had told him that Peter thought they wouldn’t come and save him because he thought they’d gotten fed up with him and no longer cared. He knew that everyone needed some sort of family, blood or not, and he would happily ‘adopt’ another ‘child’ into his very strange family. Fuck that, he already decided that she was his new child, he didn’t care what she nor her family thought, she belonged to his little family now.

“O’course I’ll give you a hand with that! But hey, why yer asking me? Surely you’d want Peter to help?” Mike pushed, he knew there must be some sort of reason as to why she didn’t want Peter’s help, he knew it wasn’t because he was dumb, she told him he wasn’t dumb every time he said he was, so there had to be a deeper reason than that.

“Mike, listen. I think it’d destroy Pete if he knew, I will tell him I wrote to them after I send it, I just don’t want to hurt his feelings. If he knew there was a chance I could go back home, I think it’d break him and I don’t want to tell him without thinking about the best way to do it, I don’t want to hurt him Mike, I really don’t.” Y/N said, she glanced at the floor slightly embarrassed. Mike grinned while she wasn’t looking, he got the reason and was happy, Y/N did really care for Peter and it was sweet that she wanted to find the best way of telling him without breaking the poor boy’s heart.

“I agree. Thank you for thinking about Peter, that’s really sweet, and I’ll definitely still help you. Let me finish this coffee and we can start if you want?” Michael asked, Y/N nodded gratefully, they both finished their coffees in silence, Y/N washed the mugs up whilst Mike went on a search for a notepad and a biro so they could write the letter.

“Ready?” Mike asked, sitting down next to the girl at the dining room table, she nodded, picking at her fingers nervously. “Hey, Y/N, it’s okay. I can see you’re nervous and it’s okay, I know it’s scary, I mean, it has been three years. But I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear from ya! I’m sure they’ve been really worried and I bet they’re still waiting on you to come home. And you know the boys and I are all always here for you no matter what, okay? Remember that. Come on, let’s write this letter. It might make you feel better. Let’s start with the address of this place.” Mike handed her the pen and placed his hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her.

“Thank you Mike.” 

                                                                                           1334 North Beechwood Drive, CA.

Dear Mom and Dad.

Y/N put the pen down, what the hell did she write? She couldn’t just drop the ‘hi Mom! Guess what, I’ve been alive this whole time! I’m going to come home.’ on them, that wasn’t fair.

I hope you’re both doing well. 

I’m writing to let you know what happened. I was kidnapped by someone by the name of Lord Reynolds.

Y/N scratched that bit out, she didn’t think it was necessary.

“This is too hard, forget it. Thanks, Mike.” Y/N screwed up the piece of paper in frustration. 

“Hey, hey. No. We’re writing this letter, come on. I’ll give you ideas, you do the writing.” Mike rubbed her shoulders and handed her the pen again. Y/N pulled out a new sheet of paper from the notebook and began to follow Mike’s lead.

                                                                                          1334 North Beechwood Drive, CA.

Dear Mom and Dad,

How are you?

I know this letter is out of nowhere, but I’m writing to let you know that I’m alive.

Three years ago, I was kidnapped and taken to California where I was held hostage for three years. However, about a week and a half ago, another person was kidnapped by the same person and his friends came to rescue him, then they came back for me because he refused to leave me but at the time it was necessary that they left me behind. Since then, I’ve been staying with them while I try to figure things out, like sending this letter to the both of you. I am safe now, I promise. Mike, Micky, Peter and Davy are keeping me safe, which I am extremely thankful for.

The person who kidnapped me was truly awful, he hurt me, physically, mentally, and sexually. It was horrible. He had me tied to a chair for three years straight, only untying me when he needed pleasure.

Really, I am writing to ask if I’d be able to come home, please? I understand that I have been gone for so long, but that wasn’t especially my fault. I’m free now, and I miss you all. Please, may I come home?

Love from

Y/N.

Y/N put the pen down and glanced at Michael who was now smiling gently at her, he knew she wouldn’t want to disclose too much information in the letter, as it was easier to speak about it as so much happened, but Mike was alo sure that she wouldn’t want her family to know absolutely everything that happened to her, hell, he didn’t, he could only imagine how bad it must have been for her to be trapped and in fear for so long.

“What do you think?” Y/N asked, going to pick up the pen in fear she hadn’t written enough or hadn’t written well enough, Mike placed his hand on hers to stop her from any further editing.

“I think it’s perfect Y/N, I’ll get you an envelope and a stamp and then we can go out and post it.” Mike stood up and made his way to a small cupboard across the room from them. Y/N wrote the address of her parent’s home on the front before sliding in the piece of paper and sealing it shut. Mike pressed the stamp onto the top right corner.

“Would you like me to come with you?” Mike asked, watching her slide on her tattered trainers, Y/N nodded slowly, she was scared that Mike would find her ridiculous for needing help with another small task. Mike had realised that one, she didn’t know where the closest post box was, and two, she was probably afraid to go out alone after having been kidnapped and held hostage. Mike also didn’t want to risk losing her, he nor Peter would ever forgive him for that.

“I’ll get my shoes on then.” Mike smiled, reaching for his boots. Less than a minute later, Y/N and Michael had left the pad and were making their way down the street. Mike watched as Y/N took in all the new scenery, she was glancing around at the beach to one side of the street, the trees, and the busy road. It was all new to her, sure she hadn’t seen the sun and sky for a while, but three years ago she was in Chicago, this was a big change for her. “Here it is.” Mike pointed to a post box, breaking Y/N away from her thoughts. She started to push the envelope into the box but hesitated. Was she doing the right thing? Mike picked up on her ‘cold feet’ and glanced at her sympathetically, this was a really big thing, but he thought it was a good choice, although he did want to keep her for Pete’s sake.

“You can post it, I believe you can!” Mike encouraged her, she smiled at him and slid it through the post slit. “There! Well done!” Mike hugged her, he stepped back unsure as to whether or not he had overstepped there, he wasn’t sure if she was comfortable hugging anyone that wasn’t Peter yet. Y/N grinned at him.

“Thanks, Mike!” They headed back down the street, towards the Pad again, Y/N was still taking in the scenery of L.A. Once they arrived back at the pad, Micky was sitting at the dining table holding a bowl of cereal to his chest, he swivelled around when he heard the front door open.

“Oh thank God it’s you guys. I thought you’d given up on us and ran away, Mike. You weren’t there when I woke up and couldn’t find you anywhere. Then I couldn’t find Y/NN and I got scared that you decided to steal her and leave forever. Leaving Davy, Peter and I to fend for ourselves.” Micky jumped up dramatically, Mike sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Micky, you three would be dead within a few days if I weren’t here, I couldn’t abandon you all, even if I wanted to. I couldn’t let y’all die.” Mike said, Y/N held back a smile, Michael really was like a dad to the boys, she had been able to tell that from the stories Peter had told her while they’d been held hostage, and she could see how true that was from spending time with them. Michael was their brain and seemed to do anything to help his odd little family. 

“Okay, fair point. Anyway, where were you two?” Micky raises an eyebrow, Davy and Peter appeared before either could answer the question.

“Who was where?” Peter said groggily, wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

“Michael and Y/N just came back, I’m in the middle of questioning them.” Micky responded, picking his bowl of cereal back up off the table.

“Okay, so, it’s a long story.” Mike started, unsure as to whether or not Y/N was ready to share with the other three, Peter especially, what she had done.

“We have time!” Davy piped up, taking a seat between Micky and Mr Schneider. Mike glanced at Y/N who gave him a little nod. She took a step closer to the table, a step closer to Peter.

“Just as a preface, I don’t want to upset any of you with this,” She glanced over at Peter, who was leaning closer to her as if he couldn’t wait to hear the story. “I decided this morning to send a letter to my family.” Peter’s face fell. “I’m not sure whether or not they’re in the same house that they were in when I disappeared, so there is a chance it will go undelivered, but I just wanted to let them know that I’m okay. I thought they’d like at least a bit of closure. I did ask if I can go home, I don’t know if they’d want me now, considering it’s been three years, they’ve changed, possibly moved on from any hope of my return, and you know, I’m not the same person that I was three years ago, being abused constantly for three years changes a person, I’m sure you guys understand that. But I just would like to know that they’re all okay, that they know I’m alive et cetera, and also, I’m aware that I’m taking up your space and don’t want to burden you guys with my being here. I really appreciate everything you’ve done to help me, but I feel bad being here, under your feet.” Y/N said, her voice began to wobble slightly towards the end of the sentence. Peter’s crestfallen expression morphed into a more sympathetic one and he pulled the girl into a tight hug.

“Hey, hey, listen to me okay? You’re not burdening us, you aren’t under our feet, okay? We’re happy that you’re here, if we didn’t want you here, would we have gone back for you? Think about it Y/N, we want you here. I’m happy that you’ve contacted your family, that’s great, I’m sure they’ll be happy to know that you’re okay, and if not, that’s just rude of them. I’d be happy to know that you were okay after all this time. But anyway, the point is, you aren’t bothering any of us, in fact, it’s nice having you around.” Peter stroked the back of her head in an attempt to comfort her as she began to sob into his chest. Mike looked at Peter with a proud look on his face, this was exactly how the other boys were when Peter was upset or felt the way Y/N was currently and Mike was pleased that Peter could take that and use it to comfort someone else, it made Mike’s heart swell like a proud father during his kid’s graduation or something like that.

“Thank you Pete, I’m sorry for crying on you.” Y/N whispered hoarsely, Peter chuckled and shook his head fondly at her. “But really, thank you, I appreciate it, and I’m glad that you don’t think I’m in your way, and again, sorry for soaking you with my tears.” 

“It’s okay, I’m still in my pyjamas so it doesn’t matter, I ought to get changed anyway.” Peter pulled back from the hug slightly so that he could see Y/N’s face, he thought that she looked gorgeous still, even whilst she had puffy eyes from crying and tear tracks staining her cheeks, he thought she was perfect. “Hey, how’s about I get changed and then we could all go for a walk to the beach? I saw you looking at it last night and I think it’d be nice to have some time down there.” Peter smiled at her, she looked up at him and nodded.

“That sounds good! I’m just going to go and wash my face, if that’s okay?” Y/N looked between all the boys, wanting to make sure that she wasn’t taking the bathroom away from them, the four boys gave her a nod of approval and so she pulled away from the bassist and made her way over to the bathroom. As soon as she shut the door, Mike turned to Peter.

“I’m proud of you shotgun, you handled that extremely well, and you calmed her down well.” Mike patted Peter’s arm before going to grab a glass of water, Peter smiled, a big smile. He was happy that Mike was proud of him for a change and that he had managed to do something without messing it up accidentally. Micky and Davy mumbled in agreement and then Peter went to get dressed.

Less than ten minutes later, the five had all met up at the front door of the Pad and were making their way down to the beach, Peter watched as Y/N looked around the beach in absolute awe, Peter just thought that she looked adorable. She took off her shoes and began to tread through the sand slowly, making her way towards the sea. The four Monkees stood and watched her as she hesitantly put her toes in the water and then quickly retracted them from the sea before dropping her shoes and wading in as far as her knees, the boys quickly made their way over to her, Mike picked her shoes up and moved them further away from the water, he didn’t want them getting swept out. The whole time, Peter had a loving look on his face which Micky and Davy silently mocked behind his back, earning a glare from Mike.

Peter soon joined Y/N in the water, they began splashing around, throwing water at each other and trying to push each other over.

“They know that she has no spare clothes, right?” Davy asked, watching as Peter tripped her up and Y/N tumbled, landing on her bum in the sea.

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m sure Peter will have a t-shirt for her to borrow while her clothes dry.” Micky winked, Mike held back a laugh. Micky was dead set on trying to get the pair together and of course, he had taken this into account, of course, he had thought of every single way the two could get closer to one another.

“We really should look at getting her some more clothes. She can’t keep wearing the same ones. I mean, I have some old T-shirts that we could try and sew to fit her? I also have a few dresses from the time we tried that audition that wanted a mixed group and I had to be a girl. I’m sure those could fit, and if not, we again could try and sew.” Davy suggested. 

“That’s a good idea, thank you Davy.” Mike nodded, Micky frowned.

“Hey! What about my idea? My idea was equally as good, right? Right? Someone give me some validation on this otherwise I might die!” Micky squealed, Mike and Davy both remained silent and Micky dropped to the floor. “I’m dead! I’m dead! How does it feel knowing your silence killed someone, huh?” Micky glared up at the two boys who were now shaking their heads at him.

“Y’know, for a dead person, you’re talking quite a bit. C’mon Davy, let’s leave the body and go join Pete and Y/N.” The pair walked over to the edge of the sea and took their shoes off and paddled out towards the two who were still pushing each other over.

“Hey! Wait for me! Don’t leave me Mike!” Micky ran over from where he had been left laying in the sand.

“I liked him more when he was dead.” Mike mumbled, making Davy laugh. At that moment, Y/N had snuck up behind Micky and pushed him over into the sea. Micky bobbed back up, overdramatically pretending to gasp for air. 

“How dare you! Get back here you little shit!” Micky got up and began to chase Y/N who squealed and went and hid behind Peter who laughed and wrapped his arms around her protectively.

“You’ll never get her!” Peter yelled happily, picking her up and running off with her as fast as he could against the tide. Micky chased after them, the three all giggling like maniacs.

“They’re such children.” Mike laughed, watching the scene unfold in front of him, they looked like absolute idiots.

After a few hours of running around, Micky, Y/N and Peter had worn themselves out and so they slowly walked back to the Pad, shoes in hand as their feet were still sandy, Mike made them wipe their feet at the door though, he wouldn’t let any of them anywhere near his carpet with sand on their feet.

“Guys, you know how I said that I couldn’t remember how I got kidnapped?” Y/N said, she was sitting on the sofa, head resting against Peter’s shoulder as they all recovered from their time on the beach. The boys nodded, Peter gave her a curious look. “I think I remembered. I’m not a hundred percent certain, so, please don’t take my word as the full story, but I think I know now.” Y/N said, Peter took her right hand in his left and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“If you’re comfortable sharing, please, go ahead. We’re willing to listen.” Peter smiled down at her, she nodded, glancing around to see if any of the other boys felt the same, they all gave her small nods, she tightened her grip on Peter’s hand and then began to speak again.

“One day, I decided to go out for a walk, not far, as I never went far alone, I didn’t like it, the streets are too busy. Anyway, I decided to go into the local library, as I hadn’t been in for a while. It was quiet in there, not a lot of people go in on a Tuesday morning, I assume it was a Tuesday as that was the day I usually had free roam without needing to be at home for anything. I remember that I went over to the classics section as I was hoping they’d have  some more Dickens or something like that. I also remember a tall man whose face was covered by a book, but I didn’t take much notice of him. The last thing I can remember was crouching down to pick up a book from the bottom shelf and then a pain in my head. The next thing I know, I was tied up on a chair in a dark room. I don’t remember anything else which sucks. I wish I knew how he managed to move me from Chicago to L.A, I’m kinda intrigued.” Y/N said quietly. “I know that wasn’t a lot of useful information, you were probably all expecting some big exciting story, but that’s all I can remember I’m afraid. Sorry to disappoint.” She looked down embarrassed, she felt as if she had let them all down.

“Y/N, hey. It’s great that you’ve been able to remember even that much, we’re all proud of you for that, considering you couldn’t remember anything beforehand. And no, we weren’t expecting some big fantasy sequence, Lord Reynolds took Peter while he was out shopping, so we weren’t expecting anything ridiculous.” Davy gave her a smile of encouragement, Peter squeezed her hand again.

“Exactly! We’re proud of you Y/N. That was a big step!” Micky grinned from the other sofa, Mike nodded in agreement. Peter moved slightly closer to Y/N.

“We really are proud. Thank you for trusting us and telling us.” Peter pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Y/N blushed and looked at her knees again, both of them missed the looks that Davy and Micky gave each other as they saw Y/N’s reaction to Peter’s affection.

“Oh my gosh!” Peter jolted forward suddenly, catching everyone off guard, Y/N practically jumped off of the sofa in fear. “I just realised, Y/N has never listened to Pet Sounds!” Peter ran over to the cupboard which housed the small record collection that the boys owned and pulled out Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys. He slid it onto the record player gently and started it up. ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice’ echoed throughout the room. Peter tried to dance his way back over to the sofa, but tripped and flew over the back of the sofa, landing near enough on Y/N’s knee instead. ‘God Only Knows’ played next. Davy and Micky sniggered as they realised the first two songs could literally be Peter and Y/N if they stopped being clueless to each other’s feelings.

At the end of the album, Peter turned to face Y/N excitedly. “What did you think of it?” Peter and Y/N discussed the album between them for ages before Micky stepped in.

“How about we play a gig here? Specially for Y/N?” The boys all agreed and went to the bandstand and grabbed their instruments, Micky scribbled something down onto a piece of paper and handed it to the boys.

Micky’s setlist to woo Y/N Saturday’s Child (Peter said he sang this for Y/N when they first met) You just may be the one Papa Gene’s Blues Sweet Young Thing The kind of girl I could love When Love Comes Knockin’ Your Auntie Grizelda (Wink Wink PEter) (I’m not your) Steppin’ Stone (Pete, DO YOUR DANCING WITH YOUR BASS, SHE’LL DIG THAT) I’m a Believer I can’t get her off my mind Words

P.s, Peter, be cute, be charming, woo your girl.

Peter turned around and glared at Micky who was grinning goofily from his drum set.

They started ‘Saturday’s Child’ and Y/N’s face lit up evidentially recognising the song, she grinned and tapped her foot in time to the music, Micky noticed that she was staring at Peter the whole time. Even though Peter only sang lead on one song, she watched him closely when he was singing back up, especially during ‘Words’, she smiled when he thrust against his bass in time to ‘(I’m not Your) Steppin’ Stone)’. No matter what he did, Y/N watched him, which is exactly what Micky wanted. He knew music was the best way for Peter to flirt, even if Peter had no idea that his hip thrusting and facial expressions made him extremely attractive.

When they were done, they all jokingly took a bow, Y/N clapped as loud as she could.

“That was great! And Peter, Saturday’s Child! That was the one you sang when you were telling me about your band when we first met! That was amazing! You guys are brilliant! Peter, you’re such a great bassist! Why didn’t you tell me?” Y/N jumped up and hugged a now-blushing Peter once he had placed his bass back on the stand.

“I’m not that great!” Peter mumbled into her hair.

“You’re my favourite bassist. I absolutely loved it, Peter!” She grinned, letting go of him and turning to the others. “You were all amazing too! Sorry, I realised that I kinda only focussed on Peter! But I really liked ‘Papa Gene’s Blues’, that one was great! You’re all so good!” She hadn’t noticed how red Peter’s face was as she faced away from him, being called someone’s favourite bassist, in general, was a great compliment, but her favourite bassist? Peter wanted to combust from happiness.

“Thank you, Y/N. Hey, Peter mentioned that you were in a band in high school the other night?” Micky raised an eyebrow, he knew that if he could get Y/N to sing, he’d cause Peter to go an even brighter shade of red as he’d be even more in love with Y/N.

“Oh, yeah. I played lead guitar and lead vocals. We were a cover band though, and never wrote any of our own stuff. I don’t think I’ve played the guitar since ‘sixty-three though.” Y/N said.

“How about I play a few songs and you sing them?” Mike had caught onto Micky’s little scheme and leapt up to grab his guitar once more. “What do you know?”

“Um, I mainly used to cover Buddy Holly, Bobby Darin, some Beatles, from Please Please Me and With The Beatles, and Roy Orbison.” Y/N mumbled, she was embarrassed that she had to sing in front of Peter again, this time with an audience. 

“Write me a small list, five songs minimum. I’ll play them for you.” Mike grinned at her and handed her a blank piece of paper.

In Dreams - Roy Orbison

Dream Lover - Bobby Darin

Every Day - Buddy Holly

All My Loving - The Beatles

I Walk the Line - Johnny Cash

Little Town Flirt - Del Shannon P.s tell Micky to sleep with an eye open, or else. I know exactly what he’s doing. Thank you, Mike.

Mike laughed, and shook his head at Y/N before he started to play ‘In Dreams’.

After Y/N had finished singing, Peter grinned from ear to ear. He had fallen for her even more now he'd heard more, Mike handed her his guitar.

“Try something, see if you remember how to play anything.” Mike offered, she took it and strummed aimlessly for a few moments before starting to play ‘Peggy Sue’ by Buddy Holly, Peter watched her in awe, she was amazing.

Once she had finished, all four boys applauded her, she turned red and handed Mike his guitar back. “Thanks, Mike.” She grinned.

“You were great!” Peter smiled at the still-red Y/N. Davy, Mike and Micky couldn’t decide who was redder, they were equally as red as each other, which was hilarious to them three. They then decided to clear out and give the blushing pair some space.

“You were brilliant Y/N, you really were.” Peter pulled her into him again, hugging her tightly, his arms wrapped around her lower back, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest.

“Thank you, Peter, so were you.”

After a few minutes of them hugging in silence, the boys came back in with a few dresses in hand and a sewing kit that Mike kept for emergencies. 

“Hey Y/N, we have some dresses for you, they were Davy’s, I don’t know if Peter told you the story where Davy had to dress as a girl for an audition?” Micky asked, she nodded in response. “Ah, brilliant, less talking for me then. Anyway, we’ve got them back out for you, we have a sewing kit for any amendments that may need doing. Mike can sew a bit, but I hope you can help him because I wouldn’t trust him anywhere near me with a needle. Ow! Mike!” Micky yelped as Michael elbowed him in the ribs.

“Thank you! That’s really kind of you Miss Jones.” Y/N said playfully, Davy jokingly rolled his eyes before handing her over a colourful striped dress which was the only one he wore, he had hated the others, he could barely tolerate that one but he had to do it.

“Money, money, anything for money” as Micky had put it at the time.

They spent the rest of the afternoon putting Y/N in dresses and pinning them in places where they needed some alteration so they could fix it. She and Mike spent hours trying to sew them properly and by the early evening, all five of them were flat out on the sofas (except for Davy who had been sitting on the floor all afternoon).

A/N: In the Google Doc I wrote this on, I had the setlists in fonts that I felt represented the handwriting of Micky and Y/N well, but it wouldn't copy and past into Tumblr, Wattpad or A03, I'm heartbroken bc I spent a long time choosing them :(

[the-firebird69]

Stone Cold DESTROYS Triple H #stonecold #tripleh #therock #randyorton #b...

That guy is going to call one of these dweeb lawyers holy s*** against one guy amazing

Zues Hera

I guess it means something if something happens because they're messing with your lady and you're not messing with her she's idiots and realize that but we plan to he said so what you're not going to make it and I'll kill your lawyer and then I'll kill you and you can watch your lawyer die and he says that and I seen these guys die a lot I've never seen so much death and so many penises and balls flying around we're messing with him in the wrong way at the wrong time and it's not working and we're not changing gears they're being grown to hell and yeah if you involve retards you get retard stuff back that's what it is

I'm the guy you with the microphone yelling at the girl

I can't believe this I'm playing that guy but it makes sense since my name and he says what's funnier is it's the whole name which is kind of cool cuz I'm going to look like you when you were actually big he says and I'm Stone Cold and it's true and that was big I don't know what the hell happened here and it's stupid because never been big Sergeant slaughter has never been big and is the biggest and it's in the movie as me which is good but s*** I'm teeny this is this freaking water and you can't get the damn stuff out without a chemical we tried a little and it works it was trying to get big and you can see it but s*** I've got his name and they're using me as an analogy and it's us it's kind of grinding my gears. They're triple h and I get it if they stop if they're stopped from going after Hera and they plan to then they put you in hell and he said they're dead I've killed everybody that goes near there using whatever I have to and also this is killed if you go after her if you go after are you going to lose your stuff and they're going to gain more bunkers and it's probably them in there nobody else can hold those things this is going to suck and I hate you people my own people naming me the stupid s*** Austin Powers it says he's like a baby but he's smart and a good guy and has a weird sense of humor because he's like a baby and it's not stupid he looks kind of odd and he's looking for things all the time I'm talking to people this damn distracting. I'll tell you what he's making skits in space he says we're in the same club we got the same name and we're not for Christ's sake lol and hulk Hogan is having the same problem so we're the good guys I guess it's good cock bad cop and that's what we're playing this s*** is out the windows are so damn dumb and we've had this idiot next door and he's smoking and stinking so damn bad it smells like death all the time we got to get him the hell out of there. So he's calling him Forrest dump while I'm walking out and says your name is really really odd so I looked at it and then I said please I triple h and they came back and said what the hell is that and I said yes you stupid jerks are playing out of play and they said oh s*** they apologize to her and said oh look your hair and she said well now you're all going to pay cuz I'm Hera And things are going on but okay

We had a fun time because we figured out the name stuff it goes back to the incident and it's like a fight and I see it too we can't help it either but s*** this is going to blow we're ahead of schedule we're not ready things are happening and coming up in a week or so it's going to really blow and I need it too we don't have time to talk about this s*** if he's going to bring something out that big we're going to hell no matter what we do and it's going to look like this a******

Stone Cold Steve Austin LOL hahaha and yeah that's the funniest thing I've ever heard

We got to do something and that's what we're going to do

Olympus

[rayshippouuchiha]

Patron deity au. Someone has to work with Aizawa during a case and is just like "god this dude, who could even stand him in a personal relationship. He's so uptight (blah,blah,blah,etc, you get the idea)"

Aizawa, going home to his deity spouse and their 20+ kids and extreme amount of pets. "I haven't known peace in years and at this point I think I would hate it."

Oh yeah this would take place into the future of the verse and it'd be delightful:

Some rookie cop or young non-UA hero who recently relocated to Musutafu ends up working with Shouta on a case and absolutely does not know What's Up(TM).

And no one in the entire station plans on telling them. It's hands down funnier to watch them learn the truth on their own and they, to be frank, kind of deserve to be knocked down a few pegs.

(Because let's face it, by this point Ichigo is a well-known Musutafu cryptid and worship may or may not have spread out into the city itself thanks to the students. And although UA remains Ichigo's stronghold time finds him growing stronger and stronger as time passes. And Aizawa is Aizawa and thus is also a cryptid on his own.)

But this young non-Musutafu native just can't stand Aizawa/Eraserhead. He absolutely rubs this dude the wrong way.

Aizawa comes across as so straightlaced and fucking brutal when it comes to picking out flaws in plans. The only showboating he puts up with is when Mic is feeling dramatic and the only cowboying he doesn't immediately shut down is when Snipe is close by.

(Ichigo with all of his Ichigo-ness doesn't count in Shouta's eyes because there's some idiot hero or cop thinking they're invincible and then there's Ichigo. And those are very much two different situations. Besides, Shouta is a lot of things but the only time he's interested in fighting a literal force of nature is when Ichigo and him spar, mainly because he knows exactly how that's going to end.)

So when this baby-transplant finally figures out through pieced together overheard conversations that Aizawa is married??

Oh they are absolutely beside themselves. Who the fuck would marry that boring asshole? Dude has the energy and expression of a corpse.

Then, one day, after Aizawa has reamed them out for, once again, getting ahead of themselves on this case, they stomp out into the lobby of the station and immediately freeze.

Because the lobby is full of faces they recognize. There's Deku and Shouto standing huddled beside each other. Ground Zero and Creati are also there as well as Ingenium II and a few other faces they recognize. All members of the infamous 2-A, the UA class everyone says is going to absolutely destroy the hero rankings the moment they graduate. (There are even rumors that they're already messing with them and that Deku specifically has been ranking higher and higher each time despite not technically being eligible yet.)

But what really catches their attention is the man leaning against the wall. Dressed in an old fashion black yukata that's been left to gape open at the neck, arms folded across his chest, long vibrant orange hair pulled up into a high tail, and bright eyes watching over the gathered students, he's obviously a hero of some kind and he is, more importantly, absolutely gorgeous.

There's nothing on earth that could or would stop them from stepping forward and introducing themselves.

Not even the way the 2-A members seem to look between themselves, back at baby-transplant, and then towards the orange-haired man and immediately start snickering.

They slide up to the man's side, shoulders pulled back and chin tilted up proudly, and introduce themselves. Hero name first, of course.

"Hmm," the man hums, vibrant and kind of unsettling eyes cutting in their direction "you can call me, Kurosaki."

It's not the warm reception they were hoping for but it's better than nothing. They're willing to put in the work.

So they stand there chatting at Kurosaki for a bit before the door to the lobby swings open again.

They barely bite back a groan of irritation when Aizawa steps out into the lobby and heads towards the front desk but nothing stamps down the sneer that immediately crawls across their face.

"Someone you don't like?" Kurosaki abruptly asks, seemingly taking interest in the conversation for the first time.

"Just a complete asshole," they don't hesitate to throw Aizawa under the bus. "Some no-name Underground Hero who thinks he knows better than everyone else. If he was that good he'd be Limelight."

"Underground Heroes are important," Kurosaki points out mildly.

"Of course," they back peddle just a bit. "But that guy's just a cold fish. Doesn't have an ounce of the passion I do for anything as far as I've seen."

"Oh I bet," Kurosaki hums, mouth pulled up slightly at one corner.

Aizawa picks that moment to turn in their direction. He looks at the 2-A students first (who have all, for some reason, huddled together and now seem to be passing money between them) and then towards where they and Kurosaki are standing.

"Oh great," they huff as he starts in their direction. "Hopefully I can get rid of him fast and then, if you'd like, I'd love to take you out to talk some more?"

Aizawa's there before Kurosaki gets a chance to reply.

"Planning a date?" Aizawa asks, dead eyes staring into their face.

"What's it to you?" They snap back. "Pissed because you'll never get one?"

"Pretty sure my chances are better than yours," Aizawa states blandly, hands tucked into his pockets and shoulders slouched like always.

Aizawa turns towards Kurosaki then, ignoring the way they sputter.

"What'd you say?" Aizawa asks.

"Hmm," Kurosaki hums again. "Not sure my husband would like that, me going on a date with some stranger. Might not be worth it"

Disappointment immediately slides down their spine because of course Kurosaki, as gorgeous as he is, is married.

But at least this means they get to see Aizawa flame out too.

"Don't know about that," Aizawa unexpectedly says. "Bet I could convince you."

"Oh," Kurosaki murmurs, low and almost intimate, "you're welcome to try."

And then Aizawa takes a step forward to crowd into Kurosaki's space and they can only watch in some kind of horror as Aizawa kisses Kurosaki.

It's deep and intimate, absolutely not something meant to happen in the middle of a police station lobby.

It takes too long for the kiss to break even as the 2-A members hoot and holler just a bit in the background, something about "Sensei and Ichi-nii are at it again".

They're beginning to believe they might have missed something here.

"How was that?" Aizawa asks when he finally breaks the kiss, something unexpectedly smug in his expression. "Not bad for a cold fish huh?"

And that's the exact moment they realize Aizawa must have heard every single thing they've ever said about him behind his back.

"Well," Kurosaki says, face flushed and lips just a bit swollen, "guess there's a reason I married you after all huh?"

They don't bother to stick around after that. Instead, they turn tail and head out onto the street.

That was more than enough humiliation for one day for them.

[turnbacktyne]

There isn’t enough love for the non-canon Tales episode cause honestly rewatching it just gets funnier and funnier there’s so many highlights

Karl’s slow acceptance that none of these characters will have backstory

The reveal of Republican Rat and the posters in his home

Karl knowing what kind of jokes Quackity is gonna make and waiting for them

Just....every time Karl was left in a fit of laughing because of his friends being morons

Rat and Bacon Hair’s feud. Hannah and Quackity should totally team up more 

The entire time Quackity held his character despite having Sam (who just had a very serious lore stream before) in a banana suit- until he has to face Foolish’s voice and he just balks to Karl

Tubbo bringing back Robin. That’s it.

I just love how easily Tubbo and Karl bounce off each other do they have a duo name? 

Rat showing Robin political shit and Bacon hair immediately just trying to rescue that poor orphan boy from more suffering

Anytime Karl had to cover his mouth while laughing and banging the table I could watch his facecam alone this entire time stg

That entire debacle with Tubbo’s screams of death and Quackity. Gods I think about that daily and laugh

That man backpedaled SO HARD it reversed the rotation of the earth

Karl’s entire facecam just him turning beet red and collapsing

Tubbo constantly spooking Karl while hanging out on his tower. He should be an honorary Tales narrator

When in the middle of Karl talking random shit happens and he just goes “-...okay-” I love the way he says that when Rat walks out after dying

‘You have destroyed this...sacred, sacred place’ -Karl Jacobs 2022

[quaranmine]

New World, New Faces

When the hermits moved to their new world, they were excited to welcome two new members. But maybe one is an old friend instead . . .

Grian hasn't seen Pearl since Evo. It's a shock.

No romantic relationships or content warnings. Mainly emotional hurt/comfort, but probably more emphasis on comfort. Hermits: Grian, Pearl, and Mumbo primarily with a little bit of Scar and Xisuma as well. Reblogs appreciated and AO3 link in reblog!

Words: 3893

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These days, Grian was pleased to say that the Watcher’s didn’t occupy his mind nearly as often as they used to. Except on certain late nights where he lay in bed and thought of before, his time was mostly spent having fun--scheming, pranking, building, planning, mining, laughing with friends. It wasn’t something he could forget, but the hermits had become his new home, and as years passed the edges of those memories had dulled a bit.

The other times where the Watchers occupied his mind were update days. Since joining hermitcraft, Grian had gone through several updates with the rest of the server. Sometimes they moved to a new world, and sometimes they stayed in their old one. No portals of bedrock ever appeared, but Grian always thought of them just the same. It always felt like maybe, just maybe, one day he’d turn around and see their signature portals once again.

Watchers didn’t always leave portals to update worlds. Grian hadn’t known that until he’d been put to work as a Watcher himself. Oh, the Watchers were still in charge of updating worlds, but they often did it more subtly, without grand towers and quests for portals. It’s hard to retain status as a myth when everyone knows your calling card, afterall. Admins always knew when it was time to update. Grian hadn't, back on Evo, because he’s always been told.

It turned out Evo had been different, and Grian didn’t know how to feel about that. Evo wasn’t the only world to receive special attention from the Watchers, but it was one of their favorites. Why them, though? Why did the Watchers keep such a close eye on their world in particular? Why were they left towers and clues and prizes and punishments, when other servers were mostly left alone?

Why did they kill everyone and kidnap Grian?

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Grian stood in a group with the other hermits, eagerly waiting for the move to the new world. He bounced a little in anticipation. He was excited for the new update--he knew very little about its contents, but it seemed like there would be some new building blocks to play with, according to Xisuma.

He already had plans for the new world--new bases and new shenanigans. Grian was excited to build close to his friends. Xisuma had informed them that another update would come in a few months, and for the hermits to stick close in the time being so that new land would be freed up for the coming update. Grian had already known about the second update for a while, as all Watchers do, but he let Xisuma handle all of this as admin. Those days were behind him, now, and there was no reason to start exercising Watcher powers in a world that was carrying on just fine on its own.

“Is everyone ready?” Xisuma shouted over the chatter, trying to do a headcount. “Hey!” he shouted, trying to get everyone’s attention. Slowly, the chatter quieted.

“Looks like it,” said Iskall.

“Good,” Xisuma said. “Now, before we go, I wanted to remind you that we have two new people joining us this time. I’ve already made arrangements with them prior so they’re gonna be waitin’ for us when we go through.” He grinned. “Be on your best behavior for me, alright?”

“I’m always on my best behavior,” Keralis replied, and Xisuma rolled his eyes fondly.

Grian smiled, remembering his welcome to hermitcraft a few years ago. Unlike this time, nobody had been expecting him. Grian hadn’t been invited like these two new hermits had been, he had just been there when the hermits arrived on their new world. None of the other hermits knew quite why he was there, but they’d all accepted him graciously nonetheless.

Grian liked that memory. The truth is, he’d fled the Watchers and picked an uninhabited world at random, not realizing it had already been reserved by Xisuma. That was a failure on his part as a Watcher, because he was supposed to know about stuff like that. But he had been too busy running to worry about it and besides, there was nobody on hermitcraft to punish him.

The hermits had welcomed him with kindness and made him part of their family. Now he’d gladly do the same for these new soon-to-be hermits.

“Okay . . .” Xisuma said, typing something into his admin panel. “I’m just setting up the portal now.”

They were all gathered in the shopping district, right in front of the Town Hall. Grian took his chance to take one last glance around at the world. The diamonds in the trees glittered in the morning light, sending little reflective shards of light scattered on the ground. Moving worlds was always bittersweet, because it meant parting with the things he’d worked hard on and the places he’d made memories at. But it was also one of his favorite things to do, because it gave everyone a blank slate to work with, sparking endless new creativity.

“I wish I could take some of those with me,” chuckled Scar, as he walked up next to where Grian was standing. He pointed at the diamonds.

“Well of course you want them, Mr Mayor!”

“Uh-uh,” Scar said. “I’m not the Mayor anymore! This is a new world.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to see what we get up to in the next one, huh?” Grian asked. “Do you have any plans?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Scar teased.

“I guess I will.”

“Do you have any plans?”

“I don’t know,” said Grian. He thought for a moment. “I might make a cave base. I guess I’m waiting to see what’s out there for inspiration before I start.”

“Well, I look forward to seeing it,” Scar replied. “Oh! It looks like Xisuma is ready.”

Grian looked up, to see X opening a portal. It wasn’t a nether portal, nor was it like an End portal. It wasn’t a Watcher portal either, but an Admin one. Grian had come to realize that Watchers supplied Admins with the means to move into updates on their own when they wanted to. The bedrock portals and scavenger hunts were reserved for their favorite worlds--their toys.

Sometimes the Watchers liked to flex their powers, but the universe is not kept running smoothly if all your time is spent flexing. Grian brushed away the thought, choosing to focus on his friends in front of him instead.

One by one, the hermits stepped through the portal, which swirled light blue and hovered just slightly off the ground. Grian hung back, wanting to be one of the last ones through. He wanted to make sure everyone made it through alright, but Xisuma had to be the very last person, since he needed to close the portal. When it was finally his turn, he gave Xisuma a smile and walked forward.

Grian stepped through, into the bright sunlight of a village, and was surrounded by the voices of his friends.

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Spawn was a village in a grassland, next to a swamp and overlooking the ocean. It looked a little plain, but the hermits hadn’t left their mark on the world yet. Behind Grian, Xisuma stepped out into the new world and the portal vanished behind him.

Everybody was crowded around a ditch chattering, apparently exchanging greetings with the two new hermits that stood inside it. Grian held back for a moment, taking it in and basking in the sounds of his friends’ voices. Finally, he wasn’t the new one anymore--a few people had rejoined the server in the last world, but they’d all been old friends, not new ones. That had left him being the most recent addition, not that anything felt like it was recent anymore.

Grian was already thinking of ways to prank the new hermits and draw them into the life of the server.

“Alright Mumbo!” Xisuma said. Grian grinned. Mumbo was supposed to introduce them. Mumbo, of course, didn’t know this, because where’s the fun in that?

“Oh-oh me?”

“It’s go time!” Cleo said.

“This is it!” said Xisuma.

“I’ve clearly very obviously been put up to this,” Mumbo started. “And because everyone thought it’d be much funnier to have me bumble through it without really knowing what I’m talking about, and that is definitely going to be the case!”

The hermits chuckled. Grian walked around the back of the group to try to catch a glimpse of the new people below.

“We do have two new hermits,” Mumbo said, “down in this crevice.”

Grian caught a glimpse of red and brown hair.

“GeminiTay-”

Grian’s world stopped and he felt his breath catch in his throat. She had her back to him, but he’d recognize her anywhere. Her brown hair spilled out from behind a black hoodie.

But she’s dead.

Was this some sort of cruel trick from the universe?

“-and PearlescentMoon.” The rest of the hermits cheered at the announcement, giving the new members a warm welcome. Grian said nothing, his mind spinning a mile a minute.

There was no way it was actually her. The Watchers . . . the Watchers had killed her, and every other Evolutionist. Grian didn’t know why. He would never know why, because with the Watchers it was always “you can’t possibly understand.”And Grian couldn’t. When Grian had finally escaped them, he tried to go back to Evo. It was a foolish attempt, one that would certainly have endangered the lives of anyone there, but nobody had been left there and the buildings were all destroyed and overgrown with vines and Grian had been forced to conclude the heavy truth that all of his old friends were gone.

He didn’t remember what he did after that. He just ran.

Before he could stop himself, the words came tumbling out of his mouth. “Pearl? Is that really you?”

She turned, hearing her name and--it was. It was her. Her hair had blonde highlights around the bangs now, but he’d recognize her anywhere, like her face and the faces of all the other Evolutionists were seared into his brain.

“. . . Grian?”

Grian just stared.

The other hermits had caught onto their mini debacle, and were watching them. “Grian, do you know her?” Mumbo asked.

“Y-yeah, I do,” he stammered.

“Grian?” Pearl shouted, and in an instant had scrambled up the ditch. She stopped in front of him, face pale and eyes wide, like she’d seen a ghost. Maybe he was a ghost, maybe he’d died the day they took him from Evo.

“Pearl,” he whispered.

Suddenly she threw her arms around Grian in a hug and squeezed. “Oh, it’s been so long,” she said, voice muffled.

Grian froze, but slowly reciprocated the hug. He felt numb and like he wanted to cry and scream at the same time, hands shaking, but Pearl’s warm embrace drew him back down to reality.

Pearl pulled away, blinked tears from her eyes and met Grian’s stare. Then, her gaze drifted further down, landing on his folded wings that peaked out just above his shoulders. Tentatively, she reached out to stroke a feather. “What happened to you?” she asked softly.

“I thought you were dead,” Grian said by way of answer.

“Well, I’m not,” Pearl said, and for a moment Grian almost didn’t believe her, and grabbed her wrist tightly, just to see if it was real. Pearl let him. “They took you,” she said.

Grian just looked at the ground, uncomfortably aware of how many people were watching him. Ironic, almost--he didn’t want them watching him so that they wouldn’t know about the Watchers. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the hermits. He did. He’d trust them all with his life a thousand times. He just . . . didn’t want to explain. The hermits were a good bunch. The unspoken rule was that you didn’t ask about anyone’s past unless they spoke first, and Grian knew they’d abide by that for him as well. But he could do without the turned heads.

“Alright everyone!” Xisuma shouted suddenly, startling Grian. “Let’s go, let’s get to work, this season won’t start itself!” Slowly, the hermits began to disperse, branching off into groups. “How’re ya gonna start the season if you don't chop down a tree? I’ll get to work protecting these villagers.”

Xisuma threw a glance over to them, and Grian mouthed a thank you. Xisuma just nodded, and left them alone. Grian was overwhelmed with relief at the admin’s gesture.

He turned back to Pearl.

“I-I can’t believe you’re actually here,”Grian said. He smiled and the moment he met her gaze, his eyes began to blur with tears.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” she cried. “When we got back from fighting the enderdragon you . . . you were just gone. They left a note for us . . . said it was necessary for you to be taken. All in rhyme, of course.”

“Of course it was in rhyme . . .'' Grian muttered, suddenly very angry. All the Watchers and their unknowable ways, always distilled down to some pithy saying. A life-changing event relayed to his friends in another stupid little poem. He’d written a few himself and despised it.

“I didn’t think I was ever going to see you again. Do you . . . do you mind if I ask what happened?” Pearl asked. “I’m just happy to see you here but I-”

“No, it’s alright,” Grian said with a sigh. “They took me after I fought the enderdragon, and said I was going to be one of them. I didn’t want to go but-well what could I do? So I went with them, and they promised to let me hang around the server. They lied to me, they never let me Watch Evo.” Grian paused, and felt the cool trail of a tear dripping down his cheek. “They later told me you were all dead.”

“Oh, Grian,” Pearl said, and pulled him into another hug, and that was it for him. He began to sob.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out. “It’s just a lot-”

“I know, I know,” she whispered.

“They-they . . . I didn’t enjoy it there. So I, I ran away. I tried to visit Evo but--there was nobody there. I figured they told the truth then, that you really were dead. I ran and found the hermits and I’ve been living with them every since, and oh they’re so wonderful but I could never forget-”

“It’s okay.” Pearl comforted. “I know, I know. We came home after finding the dragon and our place was ransacked, and we were given instructions to leave. And . . . eventually after we left, the group disbanded and we went our separate ways. But, we’re all alive.”

“Really?” Grian asked.

“Yes.”

“Everyone?”

“Yes.”

“Can I- can I see them?” he whispered. It felt forbidden.

“Of course!” Pearl exclaimed. “I’ve kept in touch with everyone, I’m sure Xisuma could help you visit if you asked.”

“Xisuma . . .” Grian thought aloud. “I haven’t told him,” Grian admitted. The admin certainly knew something was up with Grian, because players didn’t normally randomly appear in worlds they weren’t supposed to, but he’d welcomed Grian with open arms to the server and never asked a single question.

“I’m sure he would understand.”

“He would, but Pearl, I don’t want to put anyone in danger! I’m not supposed to be here!” Grian hissed.

“So then don’t tell him everything. Just say you want to visit some people. He’ll understand, I know he will,” she replied. Grian pondered it for a moment. She was right--he could just ask to visit someone. Other hermits did it all the time. Maybe--maybe a few server hops wouldn’t cause a problem. Maybe this was something within his reach, after all this time. The thought exhilarated him.

“But please,” Pearl added. “Please tell someone else, not just me. How long have you been hiding?”

Too long.

Grian didn’t answer, and the two of them stood there and listened to the crash of the waves on the nearby shoreline. The air was hot and salty, and in the distance he could hear Xisuma opening and closing doors in the village.

He didn’t know what he felt, it was like too many emotions had happened in too short of a period of time and left him burned out like a forest after a wildfire. His hands had stopped trembling, but he felt deeply tired.

Happy. You feel happy.

Grian’s communicator chimed from within his pocket. He withdrew it.

GoodTimeWithScar > Grian: are you okay

Grian smiled, and typed a response.

Grian > GoodTimeWithScar: yes

“Who was that?” Pearl asked.

“Scar. He wanted to know if I was okay.”

“Are you?”

Grian met her eyes. “I am now.” It was close enough to the truth. Grian shifted his weight between his feet, suddenly restless and tired from trying to process all this new information. “Speaking of other hermits, we should get going, yeah? We can’t let them get all the resources without us!”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she chuckled. The hermits had already spread out seeking resources, but not too far yet; Grian and Pearl could still see several of them talking to each other across the field.

“Pearl, before you go--” Grian started, looking serious. “Build next to me, alright? I...I want you to be around.”

“I promise,” she replied.

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“Why are you following me?” Grian knew why, but he wanted Mumbo to bring it up. He was torn--on one hand, he truly appreciated his friend’s concern. It was nice that others were looking out for him, a warm reminder of what their little community stood for. On the other hand . . . he’d really have just appreciated being left alone.

“You look like you have a purpose!” Mumbo exclaimed instead.

Huh.

Grian shook his head. “I’m just heading north,” he replied, shielding his eyes and looking up to see the position of the sun.

“I was just like, ‘Man, it looks like he knows where he’s going,’” Mumbo continued and Grian laughed.

They walked to the edge of the swamp, and began to cut down the trees. Starter tools were a necessity in a new world, and they had no stone.

“Ugh, I have to take down this whole tree, and then I have to replant it,” complained Mumbo.

“Wait-why have you got to replant it?” asked Grian incredulously, while getting wood for himself and not replanting the tree.

“Well I-I can’t just deforest things!”

This is going to be SO much fun to tease Mumbo with.

“Whatever you say, tree boy.”

They continued to work, getting wood, and then venturing into a shallow cave to get stone. The whole time their coms kept buzzing, buzzing, buzzing with combat death messages. Just another day in the hermitcraft world, thought Grian. Have they declared a spontaneous war up there? Either way, Pearl and Gem were getting the full introduction today, he thought with a chuckle.

Exiting the cave, they spotted a shipwreck not too far away, and decided to explore it. Grian pulled out a soggy buried treasure map, and they decided to go after it in a boat. Grian wanted to relax in the boat, to just breathe in the sea spray and try to calm his still-racing thoughts, but unfortunately Mumbo was the driver, and he was not a very good driver if you asked Grian. Grian had been tasked with navigation, which was a difficult thing when the driver couldn’t see the map you were describing.

The loot was good, and they divided it between themselves and then struck onward in the boat, this time with Grian commandeering the vessel. They looped back around to the shipwreck only to find a group of hermits that were a little too late to the prize. Pearl, Ren, and Doc were gathered around the boat looking a bit disappointed.

Mumbo and Grian decided to taunt them.

“Who got the loot?” shouted Ren.

“We got the loot!” Grian shouted back.

“Oh it was you guys,” said Pearl. Grian stuck his tongue out at her and cackled.

They looped back around to show off the Heart of the Sea, but Mumbo dropped their only diamond by accident and that was when Grian decided to steer the boat away before they lost any more valuables.

“I can’t believe you dropped the diamond,” Grian sighed.

“I was flexing too hard, I’m sorry!” cried Mumbo.

It was too comical, and Grian couldn’t be mad at his friend. They rowed on, closely following the coastline. After a few minutes, however, Mumbo asked a question.

“The new hermit, who we just saw with Doc and Ren--Pearl--is it. . . is it okay if I ask how you know her?” Mumbo spoke gently, knowing he was treading around a potentially sensitive topic. Grian knew the topic would have come up eventually, after he’d basically had a breakdown in public when he saw her.

Grian stopped the boat, and looked into the water, not at Mumbo’s face. “Yeah, I figured you’d ask. We used to be on a world together. The . . . the world I was at before I came here, actually.” It wasn’t the full truth, since he’d been to many worlds as a Watcher and had lived on the Watchers’ world for a while. But Evo had been his last home.

“Oh,” said Mumbo.

“We were friends,” continued Grian. “We were close. But I was told she was dead. Clearly, though,” he just simply gestured instead of finishing the sentence.

“Clearly she’s not dead,” Mumbo finished. “I see. Who told you she was dead?”

“Someone who didn’t have my best interests at heart.” Grian had never fully told his friend about what had happened before he joined hermitcraft, but the other man knew that it was a difficult past and had comforted him on more than one occasion--mostly after he’d first joined and the pain was still fresh. It had dulled with time and Grian had become more and more adjusted to his new life.

Seeing Pearl again was a miracle, but it sure sharpened the pain.

Grian rested his elbows on the side of the boat and pressed the heels of his palm into his eyes. “It wasn’t just her, either, they told me everyone on the server was dead. And-they’re all alive. All of them. It’s fantastic news, brilliant news, I’m just-”

“Thinking of the people who didn’t have your best interests at heart?”

“Yeah.”

Mumbo laid a hand on Grian’s shoulder. “I don’t know who they are,” he began, “but I know they’re not here now. You have us now, and you have Pearl here too. That all is in the past.”

Grian stared out over the water, watching as the sunlight sparkled and danced over the waves. “You’re a good friend, you know that right?”

“Well, I do try to be,” Mumbo chuckled. “Now-I think we should probably go pick up Scar over there, I think the poor man is going to drown!”

“Oh no!” Grian said, and scrambled for the oars, and then they were off.

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When Grian, Impulse, Scar, and Mumbo created the Boatem Pole, Pearl was there to join them.

When Grian woke up in his makeshift camp the next morning, he was happy to see Pearl setting up her own starter base on the other side of the Boatem Pole.

When Grian showed up at Xisuma’s base two days later, he asked for permission to visit other servers.

[bjornswoman]

Blue piercing eyes

Requested by none.

Author's note: Hey guys! I hope each one of you is alright. I want to thank yoy again for your support, that means a lot for me. Especially, now that I am getting through a difficult period time. Also, sorry for any mistakes. Thank you for reading this!

Pairing: Modern!Bjorn x Reader.

Genre: Modern!au, romance, drama, angst.

Summary: You and Bjorn reunite again after two painful months.

Warnings: Jealousy.

You tried to live a peaceful life, away from him and the drama of his world, that followed him everywhere. Wherever he was, the placed ended up destroyed. You even left your home, you left Denmark and moved somewhere else, thinking that he wouldn't find you. You had reached Spain to find your peace, but Bjorn Lothbrok was stubborn and he would do anything to take you back. The reason you left wasn't because you didn't love him. You loved him with every last piece of you. Your heart was beating only for him and the fact that you were apart, teared it off, but you couldn't do nothing else.

He had warned you that his job was his top priority and all the matters that happened into it. You didn't care, at first, but that changed when be spent more and more time away from you, because of business. Of course, business included being close to attracting women. You knew how Bjorn could get when he was close to a hot woman, he couldn't handle himself. He loved you, he really did and you knew that, but that was his weak spot. He was the perfect man. He was a successful businessman, a good looking man and an even better lover, you knew too well how to satisfy a woman. He was a father, he loved his children, he had told you that and even if he didn't, you would see it in his eyes. He loved them deeply, but he didn't really know how to express it, because his own father had never really gotten to tell him. He just taught him how to be the successful heir of his company. He kept saying that he regretted for not being in their lives, you told him that never was late, but, as the stubborn man he was, he didn't listen, he thought that he had lost any chance.

The things between you got bad and then worse when he met your boss. You were working in a well-known law firm. Actually, he had already known him, obviously. Bjorn Lothbrok knew literally everyone in this country and everyone knew him. After all, his family was the richest one in Denmark. The name Lothbrok was known all over the world and many famous businessmen craved a deal with them. Your boss, Mr Jones, was a womanizer, as well as your beloved boyfriend. He was hitting on you non-stop not knowing about your relationship with Bjorn, but even when he learned, he kept doing that. His flirting was the reason of the fights that destroyed you. He spoke harsh words, just to harm you, and you did the same and then your relationship ended.

After all that, you knew that you had to leave from Denmark. Ubbe, his younger brother, told that be was a mess and that he wouldn't let things this way. You wanted to be with him, but all that drama and you being never something serious for him, you decided that it your time to leave Denmark. Ubbe warned you that he would chase after you, but you were sure that you would make it to hide yourself from him and maybe, when he had forgotten you, you would return to your home and restart everything.

Now, after two months, you had settled down. You had a new job and made some new friends. You even managed to go on a date with some man. His name was Olaf, luckily, he was from Sweden. Maria, one of new friends, was working in the same company with him. She was the one whi insisted that you should date someone and you did. At first, you didn't like the idea of going out with someone that wasn't Bjorn Lothbrok, but, when you got to know Olaf, you liked spending time with him. He wasn't Bjorn, but no one would be, you had to move on, as you were sure that he did.

The only problem was that he didn't move on, because you loved you. He couldn't even lay with another woman. Yes, Bjorn Lothbrok couldn't lay with another because of you. Every single time he saw your figure everywhere in the room. He even tried to not be in a room to claim a woman, but you were still around there. He couldn't even imagine that he would feel something like that towards a woman, but there he was, feeling helpless. He tried to find you all this time and when he did, the deal with that Spanish men seemed the best option. They were pain in his ass for a whole year and now they were lucky that Madrid was where you decided to hide yourself, but nothing could be hidden from Bjorn Lothbrok.

"Stop! Please, I can't! It's..... my belly is hurting! Olaf, please you need to stop!" You tried to say within your laughter. You couldn't stop laughing. All night he was telling you some of some ridiculously funny jokes, you couldn't stop laughing. He was smiling at you. He liked you and tried to make him feel more comfortable when you were together, that's why he started saying that jokes. He wanted you to open up.

You couldn't do that. You needed to fully trust him before you started sharing private stuff about you with him. It wasn't like Bjorn. When you were with him you felt comfortable, that had been happening since your first actual date. Now with Olaf, it was different. Maria said that it was normal, because you hadn't been on a date with anyone, except Bjorn, but you didn't feel like it.

Olaf continued saying his jokes, but it wasn't funny anymore. Your laughter died when you saw Bjorn entering that same restaurant. His hand was wrapped around a woman's waist. She looked like a doll, probably she was a model. He didn't look at you neither once. Olaf looked at you confused. You had totally forgotten about him for a moment, but his voice took you back there on your table.

"Is-is everything all right?" He asked looking where you were looking before. He couldn't understand what was happening. "Do you-do you know that man?" He asked again and you coughed. You didn't want to lie to him, but that seemed the only solution at that moment.

"Well, not really. He just seemed familiar to me, but I don't really know him." You lied and he smiled at you again. Your eyes found their way to Bjorn again. This time they made contact with his blue piercing eyes. He didn't looked at you for long. His gaze returned to that woman. You tried to concentrate on what Olaf were saying. Your mind, as well as your heart, was on Bjorn and that blond woman who reminded you of Barbie.

"As I told you before, the company I work for is goimg to deal with some company of Denmark and--" His words made you look at him. He just said company of Denmark, you heard that clear. He was here because of a deal. Then what was this woman doing here, next to your man? Technically, he wasn't your man, not anymore, but you cared.

"You just said company of Denmark, didn't you?" You tried not to yell and you succeeded, only because you didn't want Bjorn to understand, but he did and that was why he smirked. Literally, this man could hear anything, even a cat walking. Olaf nodded and you run your hand through your hair. "Do you-do you know how the CEO of that company is called? Actually, is his name Bjorn Lothbrok?" You whispered and he frowned. He was completely confused. Firstly, he didn't know why you bothered and secondly, he couldn't understand why you were whispering.

"I think so." He spoke and you smiked. Now he was completely lost. He couldn't understand you. "Are you okay, (Y/N)? Do you want ys to leave, you know to continue our night somewhere else?" He asked and you thought about it for a while. If you left now, you wouldn't be close enough to watching him and if you stayed, you would be close enough, but you would be caught up for sure because you couldn't stop staring at them. Leaving was the right thing to do, you didn't want him to thinking that you were staying tgere vecause of him. But if you left, you wouldn't know were he was. That didn't really mattered. A voice inside your hears was yelling at you that you would meet him again.

"I am fine, but I do think that we should leave. I know were we should go. It's funnier there." You spoke and grabbed your jacket. He stood up and a wide smile covered his face. Bjorn wasn't as happy as Olaf. You had succeeded. You glanced at him. You was glaring at you. You smiled to yourself and left.

The fact that Bjorn was enraged because of you made you happy, but that woman with him didn't. You were almost sure that he had moved on, but if he had, why would he be angry with you dating another man? You needed answers and only Bjorn could give them to you, but you were sure that he wasn't willing to give them and even if you was, you wouldn't dare to ask for them. You could imagine that smirk on his face and that drove you crazy.

You were jealous, so much jealous that you couldn't control your thoughts, but you had no right to be. You had found another man and he did the same. You had to be happy for him. Whatever happened between you, wasn't meant to last. Maybe that way was better, but that didn't make it less painful. It hurt seeing him with another woman.

On the other hand, he was enraged. He tried to control his anger and not beat that man to death. That wouldn't help your relationship at all, but he couldn't see him make you laugh or hold your hand, like he used to do. Actually, he had never really held your hand. His hand had always been wrapped around your waist. He was possessive and that movement meant to show to every other man who wanted you, that you were his. He had totally forgotten about the blonde doll with him, but she made sure to remember him. She cleared her throat, but still he didn't seem to care for her. She sighed deep.

"Bjorn!" She whispered yelled and he looked at her frowned. She smiled at him and he looked back at you. You and that prick had stood up and probably were going to leave this place.

He hadn't picked this place randomly, he had learned about you dating this man and even that this place was where you going most of the times. So he wouldn't miss the chance to encounter with you here. He thought that all this would be less painful, but it wasn't. He even managed to bring Stella. She was a model, they met somewhere he couldn't reacall. She was just a friend. Yes, Bjorn Lothbrok had friends that were female. She was one of them. After all, she wasn't interested in any man.

Your eyes locked with his dark angry blue before you make your way out of that place. If eyes killed, you would be dead. Everyone would be dead inside that place.

You started walking with Olaf by your side. No one of you really talked. You were thinking about Bjorn. He looked more beautiful than before. His beard, that you loved so much, had grew much longer and his hair was shorter and that blue eyes that you missed so much. You could sense that something was bothering Olaf, as well, but Bjorn was the only thing you could think.

"There something in your mind that's bothering you, I can sense it you know and I think that it has to do with that man from earlier in the restaurant." Olaf spoke and you turned your face and looked at him. You didn't want to lie to him. He didn't deserve all of this. He was a funny and good guy. He deserved a woman who cared about him truly and loved him, not you. All you could think about, all you cared about was Bjorn. You were stil in love with him. Actually, you had never stopped. You couldn't stop.

You turned your gaze down on the ground. You weren't proud for that. You didn't want to hurt him. He deserved to know the truth. He was nothing but good and fair to you all this time. He didn't even make any move to lay with you. He respected you, because he had understood that something bothered you.

"There is something that's bothering me and yes, it has to do with him. His name is Bjorn and he is my ex." You said in stable tone of voice.

"Bjorn as Bjorn Lothbrok?" He asked, trying to join the pieces together. You nodded at him and he frowned. Now all made sense. He was the man Maria told him about. He told him that you had broken up with your boyfriend and that was the reason you came to Madrid. You lived in Denmark and Bjorn lived there too. Also, Maria told him that you tried to get away from that man. It all made sense. He was famous and powerful. "And you? I mean, do you still love him?" He asked, but you didn't really answered. He knew the answer himself. He could see it in your eyes. When you looked at him in the restaurant, he saw a gleam in your eyes, something that he hadn't seen inside there before. It hurt him, because he liked you, but he couldn't make you love him or even like him. If Bjorn was the man who could make you happy, he would ve happy as well. People said that if you love someone, you let him go. That was what he was going to do.

"I have never stopped loving him. You are a good guy, you truly are. But for me there is only Bjorn. My Gods have decided that I am made to love him, but we can't be together, things between us are complicated. Sorry, if that hurts, but I can't stop it. I wanted to forget about him and be with you. I tried, but I can't control my feelings." You spoke and your eyes teared up. What you said was the truth. It was upon you these feelings, you didn't have the power to banish them. Your tears were streaming insanely from you eyes. You couldn't even control that.

"I understand you. That kind of love is difficult, if not impossible, to die. If you are happy because of him, I am happy, as well. Just not cry. You have nothing to be sorry about. It's your feelings, you can't change them. I really like you, yeah, and I want to fight for you, but I know that I will lose." He said and stopped walking, you stopped, as well. His hands cupped your hand and his thumbs wiped away your tears. "You shouldn't cry. That eyes aren't made for crying. Don't let him leave, (Y/N). You are suffering without and he is suffering too. Actually, he probably wants to kill me. His eyes were throwing daggers to me. I am lucky because eyes can't kill." He said and you smiled. He was so sweet. He even tried to make you smile after all this.

"His piercing blue eyes can kill you know." You said and both of you laughed. After a small conversation, he left. You sat on a bench and looked at the starry night sky. Madrid was busy at night. People were laughing and having fun. You were watching them having fun in a try to forget about your own thoughts, but that seemed impossible. Bjorn were always there, inside your mind, haunting your thoughts. You would never find the peace you wanted, because there is no peace when you are away from only person you care so much about. You would only find your peace by his side, but even there the problems would exist.

A very familiar scent invaded in your nostrils. You lifted your gaze and saw his face. He sat down next to you and for a moment or so no one of you really talked. You were just watching the busy streats. You were sure that he could listen your heart pounding inside your chest. You were together after two whole months and your skin was burning. Your hearts couldn't stop beating so fast. You were sure that if it continued to beat like that, it would be ripped off your chest. You turned to look at him, he was looking at you. Blue piercing eyes met with yours and they stayed there.

"Were is your..... friend?" He said playfully and took a cigarette out of his pocket. He placed it on his lips and light it up. You watched every single movement of his. "Do you want one?" He offered yiu cigarette and you took it. He seemed surprised by this, because you didn't really smoke before. He light it up for you and you inhaled the smoke and then exhaled. Now he was watching your movements. "I thought you hate smoking." He continued and you turned again to him.

"Yes, I hated it, but I guess I have adopted bad habits since I came here. As for Olaf, he probably went to his home or somewhere else. He is a good guy, but not for me." You said and looked back at the street. You exhaled the smoke before you start talking again. "What about your friend?" You asked, trying to sound like you didn't care, but in fact you did. You wanted to ask why he was here, sitting next to you, when he could ve somewhere with that blonde doll, you saw him with, but you were a coward. He smiled. He had succeeded, you were jealous.

"Probably somewhere with her girlfriend." He answered and you looked at him frowned. You couldn't understand. He threw away his cigarette and moved closer to you. You did the same. His hands cupped your face and he looked deep in your eyes. "You were crying. You know that I hate it when you cry." He whispered and his thumbs caressed your cheeks. You closed your eyes for a moment.

"Why did you come here, Bjorn? Don't tell about some stupid deal, I won't believe it." You said and he sighed.

"I came for you, (Y/N). I thought I was fine when you left, that I didn't need you. I was angry with you for leaving me, but I didn't want to admit it. I tried to lay with some women, but you were always there, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I need you. I-I..... love you." He confessed and you tears fell from your eyes again. His thumbs on your cheeks wiped them away. "Come back home." He whispered and you closed your eyes again.

"I tried to forget about you, to start a new life here away from my old one, I even found a man that wasn't you, but nothing seemed to work out, because of my mind. You were, you are always inside there haunting my thoughts. I don't really sleep, you eyes don't let me. Earlier today, I told Olaf about us and he understood. He told me not to let you leave. He even told me that I am suffering when I am not with you and I am not going to deny it. I love you too much to bear living without you, Bjorn." You whispered and he smirked, but not for long. His lips pressed on yours, in a fierce and rough kiss. He was biting you hungrily within the kiss. You loved it. You loved all the marks that he left to your body each time, hickeys, scratches, bites, bruises, you were used to that. He gripped your body firmly, he didn't mean to harm you. He was just getting too much exciting about this and he couldn't handle himself. He hurt you sometimes because of his size and his fast pace, but you liked it. At first it was a little painful, but then it was only pleasure.

When you stopped kissing, you looked at his eyes again. All this was like a dream. He smiled at you and you did the same. He didn't smile often. Most of the times he was angry and his eyebrows were knitted, because of anger.

"So this means that you are coming back." He said and you nodded.

Your relationship didn't work out at first, but it would in the future. Everything would be different after this night. After all this time you were apart, he knew that he needed you, that he loved you. He had loved other woman before, but no one of them made him feel this way. What he felt for you wasn't something that he could handle or control. He liked being in control and that drove him crazy. He would try to be the right man for you. He wanted to be ans he would.

[ahsxual]

Purple and Green Desire

Pairing: Ledger!Joker x Female!Reader

Summary: You wanted to make J a surprise by painting your hair half purple, half green, and provoke him to see what his reaction would be. Little did you know what would come for you...

Warnings: Rough and mad J, possessive and jealous J, J scaring the reader, reader with psychotic thoughts, sir kink, dom/sub, vaginal sex, hard spanking, oral sex (male and female), fingering, nipple play, some blood involved, swearing, degradation, a little bit of edging, mentions of anal sex

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4,2 k

A/N: Sooo this was supposed to be posted on Halloween, but as always I'm late. I had this idea a while ago, and thought: "why not write a smut out of it?". I thought it would be a good idea to join your request and my ideas together, my lovely @mountainjiwish. Thank you so much for your incredible idea!! I wanted to write something like this for so long, but I thought I wouldn't be able to write such a rough J fic... but how do we know we're not good at something if we don’t try it? Anyway, I still hope you all enjoy it <33

In the last few months, your life has changed drastically. You never thought you would be where you were right now, however you couldn't complain about it, not at all. How could you? You received what you had always wanted and desired for the longest time, something you had always idealized, waiting for your darkest kinks turn into reality with someone you trusted... and he, well, he could have his little toy only for himself, something he didn't know how tremendously he craved until he landed his hungry eyes on you.

If it was possible, your relationship would be seen as extremely toxic by others: you didn't have, or at least you never admitted out loud, the true feelings you had for each other. You just made your darkest wishes come true every time you were together, feeding the hunger that was growing inside your hearts and cores, and that only you could make that happen.

He could be compared to the biggest and most dangerous lion in the jungle, and you to a little masochist deer who would always be eager for the lion to come after you, and eat you in the most cruel way possible. But what was "funny" to you, was the fact that the lion would never let his deer escape from him without causing it some deep wounds... however, he would never kill the deer, wanting for it to come back to him so he could catch it and have some fun. That was the game you both enjoyed playing since day one.

Today was october 31st, your favorite day of the year. Why? It's simple: on this day, you felt like you could be yourself, without being judged or being too obvious that you also had psychopathic instincts. Of course you had your own dark thoughts. Of course you also had the cruel desire to rip someone's throat every time they messed with you or with someone you loved. But you didn't have enough courage to cause such bloody chaos, so instead you decided to be with someone who represented your inner self. Unlike you, J does not fear the consequences of his acts, or even feels guilty. But you do, so that's why it's so much funnier to watch the world burn by someone you love. That way you don't have to feel guilty about anything, because you didn't do anything by your own hands, right? You're not guilty for liking to see the blood coming out of people's mouth and eyes, while they scream in agony. You're not guilty for craving so much to watch the world be destroyed by the scalding fire before your sadic eyes, to love someone who would realize your wishes for you. But that didn't matter right now. What mattered is that you wanted to surprise J, to show him once agaim how a good and dedicated submissive you are for him.

You painted your hair half purple, half green, and put it in two ponytails, each one with a different color, while your makeup also had those gorgeous colors. You wanted to look sexy, yet cute and innocent for him, even if you were the bratiest woman he had ever met in his entire life. And believe me... he had met a lot of girls. Yet none of them were as good as you, and none of them would be loyal and stay with him for so long, even when he had been considered a monster before everyone's eyes... but not yours. He always saw you as his little bunny, his little doll, his little loyal masochist... and he surely planned to keep you for himself for a very long, long time. Your outfit was a little different and scandalous too: you dressed yourself in a fit leather dress you had recently bought, with the highest leather boots you had in your wardrobe, while wearing your sexiest black lace thong briefs and the choker with a diamond "J" on it that he gave you in the beginning of your "relationship". This item was utterly sacred. He always made you to wear it: everyday, at any second of the day, so you wouldn't forget to who you belong to. You then thought carefully if you should wear a bra or not, and decided it would be better if you didn't wear any at all, before putting a comfortable leather jacket on.

You checked yourself in the mirror and for what felt like an eternity, you felt stunning. Halloween never failed to make you feel more confident about yourself, neither the expensive clothes J "bought" you or the compliments he gaves after seeing you wearing them. You stared in the mirror a little while, until you realized that you had something that was excessive on your body: the "J" choker. You knew too well that he would be furious if he didn't see you wearing it... but after all, that's what you wanted, to see the ravenous lion being released from its cage. However, you didn't feel satisfied. Not yet. You were also planning something else to make him even more mad: what about, pretending you went to a party without his gift and permission, while using your favorite perfume in your most exuberant outfit, and then not giving him the attention he always craved from you? Deep down, you even feared he would kill you out of anger, because of your malicious and provocative plan... oh, you really didn't know who you were messing with. But thinking about it, what better way to die than to have sex with the person you were so immensely addicted to?

When you finished fixing your hair by making each ponytail look messy, you heard the door of your house being closed so hard that you genuinely believed he had broken it, which meant he was already mad. Perfect. You ran to your room and started to act normal, pretending to be packing your sex toys. But now that he was there, you felt yourself slightly shaking from pure fear and anticipation. You had a slight idea of what was coming, you just didn't know the gravity of it.

Suddenly your room's door was carefully opened, which wasn't a good sign. The calm before the storm. Maybe he felt your perfume from afar, and knowing that you would only use it for very special occasions, and that he wasn't there with you before, it only meant you did use it for something else. He could even be compared to a quiet dangerous dog, because of his keen sense of smell... and because of his unpredictable behavior. You could sense his stare burning into your back, but you acted like you had a durable shield against his fervent fire. You purposely positioned yourself in a way so that he had a good view of what you were doing: packing your sex toys that were forbidden to be used, unless J used them on you. Now, you could feel and smell the hot and suffocating flames of his fire getting way too intense. You then finished packing them under your bed, and stood up to take your jacket off, making sure he noticed you weren't wearing the choker he gave you.

"You don't look very joyful. Rough day?" you answered contemptuously, calmly taking your boots off in the process. From his point of view, you went somewhere else to do who knows what without his permission, and since you were too desesperate and lazy to undress yourself first, you masturbated with your clothes on. According to his perspective, you didn’t give a shit about his rules, like the obedient slut you should be to him.

Saying that his glare towards you was terrifying and caused shivers down your spine, was an absolute understatement. You instantly regreted making all of this up, but it was too late. Now, you would have to deal with the real consequences of your brat decisions. J slowly walked towards you, making you unconsciously step back until you met the rigid wall of your suddenly cold room. He was so close to you, making you feel his hot, yet deep and rhythmic breathing on your face, and without your leather boots, you felt once again intimidated by his much taller figure. He took this opportunity to analyze you better: your messy colored ponytails and makeup, that for a moment almost made him crack a smile because of your choices, your sexy outfit... to the absence of your necklace.

"Something is ah... missing on ya, dont'cha think, doll? Huh?" completely ignoring your question, he calmly, yet dangerously asked, making known the fact that he instantly noticed you weren't wearing his precious and meaningful accessory. His gloved hands slid to your naked neck and grabbed it forcefully, making you unable to respond him, because of the lacking of air in your throat and lungs. Once he realized you would literally pass out if he continued to choke you, he slightly let it go, just enough to make you receive some oxygen to your now extremely frightened brain.

"I don't k-know what you're talking about..." you really weren't one to give up easily. You wanted to see how your little game would end, even though you had just been almost choked to death. His pupils became so much darker once he realized what game you were playing.

"Ya don't... know?" he suddenly started laughing maniacally, the loudest and scariest sound you had ever heard in your entire life. You knew he had already discovered what your intentions were, however he still didn't know if the fact that you went out with someone else and played with yourself, was true. Yet you would keep him thinking about  that... What a strong and determined woman you were.

His laugh started to slow down and his not so happy expression returned to his scarred face. "Do I really need to ah... remind ya of the rules dollface, huh?" his voice was deeper and hoarse, and you could tell he was trying to contain his humiliating words towards you to himself... at least for now. He walked away from you to grabbed the box under your bed, keeping an intense eye contact with you, and put it above the bed. You were watching very attentively with each step he made, not having the courage to look away from him. He then grabbed each vibrator you had, and started to break them with his own hands. Since when did he have so much strength??

"J, what the hell?!" you screamed at him and the moment you took a step forward, he nimbly took a knife from his pocket and pointed it in your direction.

"Ata-tada!" he warned you with his fatal object in his left hand while giving you a sharp stare, making you return immediately to your initial position. "Dont'cha wanna make things harder for yourself. This is all your fault." he grabbed a broken piece of your favorite vibrator and threw it caressly to a random corner of your room. Much to your control, your eyes started to water instantly: you wanted to provoke him, not ending up having your dear toys broken. But that's what you get when you get on J's nerves... and this was nothing compared to what he wanted to do to you...

A single tear came out of your eye and you instantly looked way, ashamed for feeling so unnecessarily sad for having your sexual toys destroyed. You closed your eyes, and all you could only hear, was your own sobs and his heavy steps.

"Shh-Shh why are ya crying bunny? Ya knew this was ah... gonna happen the moment you messed with your owner, didn't ya?" you didn't answer to him. You were way too pissed to give him what he wanted, but once again... you made the wrong choice. "ANSWER ME!" you never felt so intimidated by anyone the way you did at that moment. You were now trembling with fear, and even if you didn't want to admit it, you were also trembling by lust, excitement and hunger for him. He suddenly harshly grabbed your cheeks and made you look up at him: your makeup was already ruined because of the mix of emotions that filled your slippery salty tears, and by his rough movements on your face.

"YES!!" you responded the loudest you could, but he didn't seem satisfied.

"Yes, what?!" he asked calmer while tightening his grip on your aching jaw, yet he was calm by far.

"Yes sir!!!" for the first time for what felt like hours, you saw a proud grin form on his scarred cheeks. You unconsciously smiled too, but that didn't last for too long since he caressly shoved you against the bed. If your bed wasn't so soft, you were sure you would have bruises or even broken your face. He then roughly pinned your hands together, and tied them tightly with some handcuffs he found in the box beside you both. He turned you on your back, and instantly placed a knife on your jaw. You didn't dare to move, because if you did... that scene would definitely turn into a bloody mess. He was so concentrated on your body, memorizing every detail of your soft skin into his psychotic mind, and without a warning, he cut your dress in half with his pointy knife, and this time, you didn't dare to complain.

"Hmm, no bra..?" he pretended to look surprised and looked like he didn't care about your decision, but his body language betrayed his mind since his excitement was way more noticeable. "Now tell me... how ah... naughty and filthy can ya be, huh?" he then grabbed your hips with such force that you knew for sure he would leave dark bruises there. You didn't know anymore if it was the fact that you were so distracted in leading your own emotions, or if it was due to you being completely consumed by pure desire, that you didn't prepare yourself from what was coming: you suddenly felt his sharpened knife being softly, yet firmly craved into your chest. You couldn't see it, but you did feel the fatal object drawing a "J" letter on your once soft chest. He wanted to mark you forever, so if a goddamn choker couldn't make that happen... a deep scar definitely will. Your screams were mistaken for loud moans, so he continued to do his work, blood running out of your body into the sheets, that were once white, into a dark, permanent red.

When he turned you around, you felt another hot and painful sensation, but this time on your butt cheek, so painful and hard it was, that you almost fell out of the bed, only to be abruptly grabbed by your ponytails to make you still.

"Where do ya think you're going, huh?" he pushed you to himself by each ponytail. A muffled sound of pleasure and pain came out involuntarily of your mouth, yet you couldn't care less.

"Please..." you pleaded, blinded by the absurd amount of pleasure that was running into your veins for him.

"Please what, huh? Tell me... Tell your sir want you ah... desire from him. And if ya behave like ah... good little slut for him, maybe he will reward ya." you opened your eyes that were previously tightly closed and looked deep into eyes, noticing that his eyes were now completely black, like he was possessed by the devil himself. You could feel his huge and solid bulge leaning against your now reddish ass since he pulled you so close to him, and you knew that everything was finally leading to where you wanted.

"I want more... please sir, I want you to destroy me..." the moment those words came out of your mouth, he totally lost it. Neither him or you could hold yourselves anymore. With your leather dress thrown into a corner, your ass was now exposed. He caressed your butt not so softly with his strong hands, admiring the gorgeous view for a few seconds. Oh, how he loved to see his doll with lace.

Your room was then filled with loud moans, deep groans from him, and even louder sounds of skin being roughly spanked. He knows your limits very well, so he stopped once he noticed you couldn't take it anymore: after all, the pain is beauty for him, but so is pleasure and trust from both sides. Your ass was now covered in shades of dark purple and red, a view that J never got tired of... in fact, it was his favorite.

"The purple really ah... suits ya, doll. So does the green and the red..." he whispered more to himself, getting lost in the beauty of the job you both did: the spanking session he just gave you, and the look you chose for yourself that had everything to do with him, as it proved your submission for him as well. While he was saying that, you were trying to catch your breath and collect yourself from what just happened. Your ass was hurting so bad, and you were sure you wouldn't be able to sit properly for weeks, but the pleasure that came from it... it made it all worth it. You were almost getting your breath back, almost, when you felt your ponytails getting pulled once again. He really liked the idea of the colored ponytails, you proudly thought for yourself.

"Ata-tada, ya weren't going ta sleep on me, now would ya? Oh sweet cheeks, we are just-getting-started..." you shaked your head, and before he could punish you again, you immediately remembered what you must do.

"No sir!! I won't upset you again... I-I promise I will be a good slut for you!" you obediently answered, fearing to be punished again. Your makeup must be already ruined because of your uncontrollable crying. Your cheeks were covered in a black mascara, and purple and green makeup that was very blurred because your previous position, so it was practically inevitable to rub your face against the bed. This was something that always made J's pants twist with randiness: the messier, the better.

After your response, you heard a satisfied groan from his throat: he had already forgotten the fact that he was extremely mad, only for that feeling be replaced and completely consumed by lust. He then approached your neck and sucked it roughly, leaving marks that would last for a very long time because of the force it was made, while grabbing your throat to make you still. It came to your mind the idea of him being a vampire who was immensely thirsty by your blood.

You gently rubbed your ass on his throbbing, hard cock: it hurted really bad, but it was the only movement you could do to caught his attention, since he was restraining almost all of your body movements.

"Someone is feeling really eager, huh? Ha! All it takes is ta teach ya some ah... manners, to get those panties all soaked for me..." after that, he ripped your lace briefs with his own hands, making you flinch, and then put two long gloved fingers in you. He was never a very patient man and he wasn’t going to be now, so he started to finger you as fast as he could, curling his skilled fingers into your g-spot from time to time. It felt like pure bless, and it was impossible for you to contain all of your sweet sounds. But even if you did, you knew you would be in real trouble for containing them: J loved to hear your moans and screams of pleasure and pain for him, so he had forbidden you to hide them from him. When you were about to cum, he turned you around and replaced his experienced fingers by his hot and wet tongue on your clit, sucking it hard.

" Oh God, J!!" you moaned as loud as you could, and if it weren't the cuffs holding you still, you would ride your orgasm while fucking his face. This was the first time he let you cum without edging you first. Looks like he's feeling generous. Yet neither of you would be satisfied with only one orgasm, especially you, and J knew it.

"God has nothing to do with your ah... pleasure, doll. I am the only one who makes ya cum like a fucking squirter whore, do ya hear me?" he grabbed your face hard enough to make it hurt, and then forced you to look at him while he slowly sucked his gloved fingers with your juices on it, right in front of your face, wanting to make a show for you. "Hmm, always so... tasty." he admitted with the sexiest tone you have ever heard from anyone. "But now... I've gotta prepare ya for da real deal." once he said that, he pushed three fingers into your mouth.

You could taste your own cum and his saliva mixed on his fingers, and you would be lying if you said it wasn't your favorite taste. You knew you had little time to adjust to his fingers, trying so hard to control yourself from gagging... and that was what was worrying you, since if you couldn't take his fingers... it would be ten times worse once you sucked his dick. He decided to take his fingers off of your wet mouth, since his cock was starting to get so tight in his pants, to the point of being painful. While he was unbuttoning his pants, you took the chance to breathe properly, yet that didn't last too long.

"Come here." he ordered while he grabbed your legs, and then pushed them out of the bed to make you kneel on the ground, before grabbing your freshly painted purple and green ponytails.

"Now open wide that pretty mouth of yours. Sir is gonna ah... feed his slut until she's full." with a smirk printed on his scarred white and red cheeks, he wasted no time in shoving his erected cock inside your already wet mouth. "Fuck! That mouth of yours never fails to get me all riled up, dollface!" he started laughing maniacally right after while thrusting faster and harder into your mouth. You could barely breathe, especially when he shoved all of his dick down on your throat, only to get it out for a few seconds before shoving it back inside, where it belongs. Your boobs (that were also covered in blood because his previous signature he made especifically for you), upper legs and even the floor were covered in saliva and some of his cum, and you couldn't wait for him to release all of his cum inside your mouth... you couldn't wait to make him proud of you.

You started to feel his movements getting sloppier, his groans and breath getting uncontrollably deeper, and his dick twitching in your throat. You could tell he was close, and the moment you felt your ponytails getting pulled closer to his pubic hair, you knew that was it.

"Fuck!" he loudly cursed before releasing all of his cum inside your mouth and down through your sore throat. His taste felt more salty than before, but you still managed to swallow it. It was too much cum for you to keep in your mouth, so some of it escaped from it into the ground. After looking at you silently, he caught your attention by his demanding tone towards you.

"What are ya waiting for, huh? Clean your mess. Now." his glare was fatal, and his hold on your hair started to become unbearable, so you didn't challenge him any further. You crouched down on the ground and started to lick the rest of his cum that fell out of your tiny mouth, yearning a satisfied groan from him after you were done.

"Good girl..." he praised, before helping you getting up from the rigid floor to kiss you passionately. You melted completely into the kiss, his tongue fighting for dominance and obviously winning, until you felt his sharp, yellow teeth bitting your lower lip, making it bleed. He sucked all of your blood like his life depended on it, and you couldn't help but feel wetter with each second. Seems like J wants to be a vampire for halloween this year.

When he got bored of it, he pushed you onto the bed, and lifted you legs around his neck once he was positioned on top of you. You could tell he was really hard again, until you felt him rubbing only the tip of his cock on your clit. He remained in that position for some time, creating the perfect amount of friction on your clit to make you squirm under him. It seemed strange, however it was something you learned from him that felt so incredibly good. He decided to suck your hard nipples meanwhile, which made you gasp because of the unexpected, yet very welcome act, and moan harder. When you were about to cum, he shoved himself inside your dripping cunt, this time having no mercy on you. His thrusts were fast, hard and pounded you so deeply, that you could swear you were seeing shiny stars all over your room.

"Oh fuck, right there sir, please let me cum!!!" you closed your eyes, only to be slapped in the face as a warning to keep them wide open.

"Ya wanna cum, huh? Do ya think you deserve it?" he asked, staring into your soul to see if you would dare lie to him. "Dirty sluts don't get to cum, and believe me when I say that I'm gonna fucking destroy ya." after that, he put both of his gloved hands around your neck, grabbing it with such force with the porpuse to punish you from your supposed desobedience. You could see the madness itself returning to his eyes, and before you weren't able to talk anymore by lack of air, you decided to expose the truth to him, before it was too late for you.

"I-I didn't go anywhere! I didn't f-fuck anyone and... a-and I didn't go to any p-party!" it was so difficult to talk, but at the same time, in the situation and position you were currently on, it made you cum so hard without even getting time to ask him for permission, yet he didn't care about it since he was now focused on what you said.

"What?" he looked so confused, and his eyes started to return to their original color, getting also softer in the process. He suddenly stopped fucking you, and in that moment you thanked to whoever was up there for letting you cum before he stopped.

"I-I just wanted to make you mad... I wanted this..." you admitted, ashamed for making yourself look silly and desperate in front of him. You couldn't tell if he was still mad and irritated, or relieved. Maybe all of them, because now he had the guarantee that you obeyed him and didn't fuck anyone else.

"Oh, doll... If ya want me to fuck ya this hard, all ya need to do his to ask nicely. But ya like to play games instead, dont'cha? I always knew how kinky you were. Then congratulations, ya got what ya wanted! Ya really pissed me off, but dont'cha think you're gonna get out of this that ah... easily..." he warned you. For some reason, he decided to look at your bedside table, only to discover where your very badly hidden J’s choker had landed. He grabbed the innocent object, that was also the responsible for the best sex of your life, while still being inside of you, and then put it back where it belongs: on your neck. After making sure his gift was well tightened around your neck, he took his dick out of your vagina and lined it up right with your tight ass hole.

Now this was going to be a long night...

[the-nightmare-before-bucky]

everything i love about hunchback of notre dame

*the g-slur will be replaced with roma, romani, or something else and will have brackets ([ ]) surrounding it to indicate a word change*

Olim -  i love the build up at the end into bells of notre dame 

bells of notre dame -  ”and some say the soul of the city’s the toll of the bells, the bells of notre dame” the fact that it’s esmeralda singing it. we’re already off to a great start.  jehan’s voice is so nice it’s beautiful the foreboding saints after jehan dies and right into the “ahhhhs’ “and the saints regarded frollo from their stone facade and he felt their gaze as if it were the eyes of God” - the difference between the stone saints for frollo and quasi is so interesting. One sees them as terrifying, boring into his soul because of his darkness within, while the other sees them as his friends and aid on his journey.  the way frollo says quasimodo “now here is a riddle to guess if you can, sing the bells of notre dame” “what makes a monster and what makes a man?” - song by Quasi. It just makes me tingle, I love it.  the way this song sets up so many motifs is just so good

Out There -  the beginning is manipulation 101 (it is I alone, your only friend, how can i protect you, etc)  michael arden is an icon i swear. he is phenomenal. his e m o t i o n “but part of theeeeeem and Ooooooout there” “out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives”  “heedless of the gift it is to be them. if I were in their skin I’d treasure every instant” “i swear i’ll be content with my share. won’t resent won’t despair old and bent I won’t care. I’ll have spent oooone daaay out theeeeeeeeeere” Amazing, showstopping, what a way to open a show and introduce a character, I cry almost every single time

Topsy Turvy pt. 1 -  “somehow i can wander through this helter skelter without fear now. no one sees i’m here now out here in the woooorld!” ugh i love him  “on the sixth of januervy” too catchy

Rest and Recreation -  I used to hate this song but now i’ve matured and learned that it is amazing I just love the tune, idk, it’s so fun and catchy until you get to the bridge and that’s what i love “rest and recreaaaaaa- four years at the front...” that’s on ptsd “the air filled with a stench of bodies in a trench. whoever pays the most i call my liege.” just the bitterness when he says that line. Amazing.  “and whatever i do i’ll make sure this is true i will never go back again.” i literally adore this part so much. it gives him so much motivation. and then we go right back into him being flirty because he’s covering up his ptsd with fun “But for a few night fun is my mission” oh me oh my that’s very attractive he sounds so awkward talking to frollo im going to cry  “there is no time for rest and recreation,” poor guy

Rhythm of the Tambourine -  “flash of an ankle flip of a skirt...come see me dance, hey what can it hurt?” I just love how she sings this part its so well done the dance break music is amazing. it’s just so nice and a great vibe.  “this girl who is she” the layers!!!! all three of them doing it in rounds!!! I love it!!! “she dances like the devil//she dances like an angel//an angel” AHHHHH beautiful, great way to show the differences in characters “but with such fire// such fire” I am in love with this line oh my gosh. like frollo is thinking about hellfire and pheobus is just like heart eyes i am also in love with esmeralda thank you

Topsy Turvy pt. 2 -  “aren’t you going to join in on the competition?” she’s so cute and pretty and i love her “we asked for the ugliest face in paris and we found him, aye?” love  “eeev...ry..bod...y”  “Hail to the king....oh what a king...girls give a kiss...we’ve never had a king like this!” just so much fun to sing 

Into Notre Dame -  “how could you do this to me?” more manipulation  “like a begger recieving an alm.” i love a good simile “the light of notre dame” I love the way she sings this, it’s just so good 

God Help the Outcasts -  “were you once an outcast too?” i love this because the answer is yes. Jesus was treated as other because of His teachings. He was most definitely an outcast, literally cast out of so many different towns. And He does listen to her prayer and it just makes me so emotional.  i literally...there is nothing wrong with this song. everything about it is beautiful.  “God help the outcasts or nobody will” chills every single time “I ask for love I can possess. I ask for God and hos angels to bless me” right into “I ask for nothing, I can get by” I LOVE IT SO MUCH it’s so beautiful.  the chorus of this show deserves a raise “but I know so many less lucky than I” really helps to show Esmeralda’s character a lot I think. 

Top of the World -  such a beautiful song like I could write the entirety of this song here because I love it so much I love the saints part so much the part when the saints are singing and esmeralda are singing is just beautiful especially the part “here at the top of the world(E)//look at you sitting at the top of the world(S)” “the two of us sitting/the two of us sitting/the two of you sitting” right into “On top of the world!” one of my favorite parts of the entire show oh my goodness. The way Quasi, Esmeralda, and the Saints all blend together so well is just askjhfklafkj

Tavern Song -  I can’t not dance to this song oh my it’s so so so fun.  just like the melody especially during “in the dark of the night, in the dead of the winter...come keep me warm until morning” I LOVE  It gives me very much Jack and Rose vibes from that part in Titanic “with the taste of the wine, hold me close while we’re dancing, but I hear you sighing, winter is dying, you’ll keep me warm until morning” HER VOICE IS SO GOOD the cross between the tavern folk singing and frollo singing in the Hellfire tune is just so good. just so good. i’m going to cry this show is beautiful.  the fading “come keep me warm until morning���s is UGH so good

Heaven’s Light -  When I tell you how much I adore this song.... his voice is just so soothing. the little flute thing in the background is just so sweet the way he sounds so happy the first time he says “Heaven’s light” i love him so much “but” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i cannot  “I swear it must be heaven’s liiiiiiiiiiiiiiight” one of my favorite notes in the entire show i swear it’s so beautiful also the bells of notre dame going right into Hellfire....ICONIC

Hellfire -  One of my favorite villain songs ever. Especially in this version, you can really hear his inner turmoil over Esmeralda. and i just love it.  from the get go, frollo is trying to put him above everyone (”you know i am a righteous man”, “so much purer than...”) and yet he is still struggling with lust like everyone else...he’s still a sinner “i feel her, i see her, the sun caught in her raven hair, is blazing in me out of all control” SO GOOD  “Like fire, hellfire” go look back at what he says in rhythm of the tambourine because it’s the same thing and i just “is turning me to sin” blaming esmeralda for his own sinful thoughts. it is not her that is turning him to sin. he is sinning of his own accord. but also the desperate way he says sin is always so interesting  “it’s not my fault, i’m not to blame, it is the [roma] girl, the witch who set this flame! It’s not my fault, if in God’s plan, he made the devil so much stronger than a man!” I really really love this series of lines so much. I can’t really explain it, but especially that last part. it just breathes a supposed “holy man” who can’t accept that his sins are his own and caused by himself so he’ll blame every single other thing other than himself. i’ve known too many people like this. “protect me maria, don’t let this siren cast her spell, don’t let the fire sear my flesh and bone” just so good. I love the voices in the background.  “destroy esmeralda and let her face the fire of hell, or else let her be mine and mine alone” he would rather condemn an innocent woman than confront his own sin. again, so many people are like this today. it’s just so thrilling to see that mindset condemned in media. also, patrick page is amazing  “hellfire, dark fire” the tone switch from him being scared of the hellfire the first time he said it to now he’s using it as power (how many of us have had hell weaponized against us? raise of hands?) is just so frightening and amazing all at the same time “God have mercy on her, God have mercy on me” I cannot tell you how much I love this line. it is phenomenal, especially the way Page sings it. I think that it is one of the central lines to his character (along with the “wicked shall not go unpunished” which i’ll probably talk about later) just the emotion he has in his voice when he says this line....chef’s kiss. especially with the next line (”but she will be mine or she will burn”), it seems like he knows what he’s doing is wrong (hence why he needs mercy), but he’s going to do it anyway

Esmeralda -  easily one of my favorite songs in this entire show. what an amazing end of act song oh my  the trumpets!! at the beginning!!! I love it!! “being under suspicion of sorcery, witchcraft, and the arts of hell” that is not actually why he’s arresting her which doubly means he knows that what he’s doing is wrong the tune of this song is SO GOOD I LOVE IT “these are the flames of Esmeralda...” this dude is obsessed with fire feels very much like the mob song from beauty and the beast “with the might of Notre Dame” using God in such a vulgar manner is blasphemous and frollo knows it. he’s using God’s might and strength to hunt down an innocent woman because he can’t control his own desires. I’m losing my mind “but the madam, that whore, denied it and swore by the saints, the saints of notre dame” i have no idea why but I adore this line and i love the way that it was song. I used to think that the madam was actually just esmeralda in disguise which made the next part of the song seem all the funnier the little lute strumming after frollo says “very well, we’ll set fire to it” because pheobus is having a change or heart “and he held the torch that crackled like the [woman’s] voice....and he knew this was the moment he must make a choice” this is why i like the play phoebus and not really the movie phoebus very much. i just love it  the chorus singing God help the outcasts in the background...amazing...chills “you’d throw away a promising career” Frollo’s desperate attempt to get him to comply  “God help the outcasts, or nobody will!” I LOVE THIS PART WITH MY WHOLE SOUL IT IS SO GOOD sometimes i’ll listen to this song on repeat just to hear him say this “you’re relieved of your patrol” “consider it my highest honor.” Iconic. just...so good. gives me very much “thank you for your consideration” vibes  the way frollo says kyrie eleison here is just so good frollo’s little speech is very cool with the chorus in the background I love Quasi’s little frantic verse there. you can hear his desperation in “fire, fire, smoke and flame” and then “is that all that I can do?” he wants to help his friend but he can’t and I know how horrible that feels phoebus part!!!!! I love it!!!! his voice is so nice!!! “with my career and body left for dead” nice, good, amazing.  “out there...” AHHHHHHH YES MOTIFS “somewhere she is lost//somewhere she is lost//Esmeralda!” love this bit so much  “the flames grow tall and sharp as fluer de lis” what a good metaphor, so good, so nice, I love the chorus they’re all amazing “all paris burns for esmeralda” now we’ve got burning again. are we talking about how paris is literally on fire because frollo is insane or is it the mob mentaility that is “burning” inside of them? good question.  “and still it all comes down to her and me” says three people. I love the melodies here. chills. so many of them. I love.  “the devil dwells in esmeralda//oh esmeralda//oh esmerlada//oh esmeralda” AHHHH again AHHHHHHH i love this bit (yes I know I say that a lot but its the truth) “wake up the city and sound the alarm!” good yes they’re all singing different bits and it’s growing and your heart is pounding until.... “these are the flames of esmeralda”  and then it all falls apart again oh my gosh it’s beautiful  until “the bells of notre dam!” and the “ah, ah, ah”s that I adore so much I love this song so much 

Entr’acte I can’t imagine how fun this would be to sing. it’s just a vibe Flight Into Egypt - I used to skip this song but I have since learned the error of my ways because i love it “then Quasimodo you can too” love that, just like he says it “and she gave it to you because she knows you’re smart” the fact that these are just part of his imagination so it’s really him telling himself he’s smart and i’m going to cry I love him so much “and this jewel must show where we’re supposed to meet” love his voice so much “it’s a map. it’s a map!” he’s so excited. he deserves the entire world.  “I’ll save esmeralda, her angel will be me,” brb crying  “for her I will be strong” still crying I love the entire end bit how their voices meld and the music swells all up until Quasi sings the last bit. it’s just so amazing

The Court of Miracles -  I’ve always loved this song. it’s so fun, but also sad.  “brother you’re there” YES  “but the dead don’t talk so you won’t be reveal what you found!” dead man tell no tales vibes “Not terribly different from bees in a hive” I love how erik says this line. claupin would be so fun to play oh my.  “where it’s a miracle...if you get out alive”  “any last words....i thought not *laughter*” obsessed with this  “but we must protect at all cost our secret, it’s our lives or yours!” and that’s the sad reality. that’s what makes this song sad to me.  “So you’re going to hang!” a lighter note as an end. very nice. 

In a Place of Miracles -  a few notes in and i’m already crying this song is so beautiful and i adore it. it makes me sad in a million ways but it also makes me so happy. the play did such a great job of making me love pheobus and esmeralda but also feel so, so bad for Quasi “but somehow you have made me someone new” yup i’m definitely crying “now i’m asking if you’ll let me come with you” you can’t see me but the tears are real “though our lives are tattered and torn, all i’m feeling now is reborn. i must be...” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Pheobus and esmeralda’s voices just meld together so well im gonna cry it’s so nice and as soon as the first chorus is over, the tears of happiness turn into tears of anguish because Quasi pulls up with his heaven’s light reprise and it tears my heart to shreds my heart breaks for him esmeralda and quasi singing at the same time gives me very much eponine and marius vibes from a heart full of love (we love victor hugo so much /sar) like the parallels in what the both of them are saying is just phenomenal “no more need for a heart of stone//better to have a heart of stone!” AHHHH STOP I LOVE IT AND IT HATE IT AT THE SAME TIME “that holds no hope in heaven’s light” stop i’m so sad and then the chorus come in and it’s just so beautiful “will we reach a friendlier shore, will we find a haven once more, where we’ll be in a place of miracles...” it’s so gorgeous “where’s my place of miracles//in a place of miracles” that sound? yeah that’s me sobbing in the corner and it builds again and i love it so much it’s just so beautiful 

Justice in Paris -  this is the least played song on spotify (by like hundreds of thousands) and I think that’s so funny but i think the chorus does such a great job here, as usual, because they just have that menacing sound to them

Someday -  another of my favorite songs. this one is hauntingly beautiful and I have so many opinions. get ready.  esmeralda is just so sad and you can hear it in every single word she says. god my heart is already breaking.  “that i’d live to see a day of justice dawn” i haven’t actually seen the stage version so i’m not sure if they have the part where she cries out “justice!” when quasi is getting attacked, but this part just hurts me to the soul because of that specifically. she cried out for justice and now she gets none. “and though I will die long before that morning comes, i’ll die while believing still it will come when I am gone” this line just hits so, so hard. i can’t even talk about it. just imagining her singing this and pheobus listening to her with tears in his eyes...nope i cannot...i will cease to exist and then he joins in and i can just imagine her feeling no longer alone because she’s hoping that it comes “someday” and he’s echoing it, assuring her that it will. I can just picture her trying to stay strong as she says “Godspeed this bright millennium on its way” but she can’t and so her words fall out as she’s saying “let it come” and she can’t finish but pheobus finishes it for her. “someday” and I can just see her breaking down. she’s going to die and she never gets to see it, but he assures her that it’s coming. and he starts it up again. he starts singing again, and I think that it gives her the strength she then needs to finish.  “someday, these dreams will all be real. Til then we’ll wish upon the moon!” of all the lines in the entire play, this is my absolute favorite. the way the sing it, the power they hold, their voices blending together so smoothly and perfectly. i cannot handle how amazing it is.  “one day...some day...soon” and just like that, i am sobbing. beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful. 

While the City Slumbered - i love this little song. it’s so pretty and fast and it just gives us exactly what we need to know. love. 

Made of Stone -  Now to the last of my favorite songs. (Finale doesn’t count because although I love it, it hate it). You wanna know which song has the top score of making me cry the most? That’s right. This one right here. Let’s get into it. the talking at the beginning is a yes from me. “I only make things worse!” felt that also, the sound of him sobbing ruins me. “how do you know what I believe, what do you know of me? what do you know of all the things I feel? you’re only made of stone” finally him acknowledging that they’re not actually real and all apart of his imagination. “who is it that you see, instead of seeing what I am for real?” imposter syndrome? I understand that. “this twisted flesh and bone” the EMOTION  “you’re a liar” bro i cannot physically handle this. i can’t. I will cry. I am cry “would that I were made of stone like you,” back to that place of miracles song. i just he’s just so desperate. the only thing he could ever trust has fallen. He has nothing left. he can’t even trust himself (because that’s really all the stone saints by) “shut my brain down, if I were senseless, I’d prefer it” i totally understand the feeling of this. so often when thing go wrong in my life, i would like to shut down completely and stop existing and I think that’s what makes this song hit so damn hard “another gargoyle on this turret, spitting rain down to the stones below!” there is so much passion in his voice I love it so much. michael arden deserves the entire world for this performance “i’ve waste my faith believing in saints of plaster,” OUCH “the only one worth believing in was my master,” OUCH AGAIN “he’s the one who never lied. he told me it was cruel outside. he told me that i had to hide. his words were cold as stone, but they were true.” i can’t describe how emotional these lines make me. because he’s right but also it is such a painful, hard truth. ugh, i  “not like you”  “take all the dreams you’ve stone, take all your lies and leave me alone”  “alright Quasimodo, we’ll leave you alone,” that one hurt because as someone who pushes people away when they’re self destructing, the most painful part is seeing them actually leave you. even though you asked them too. “you’re right Quasimodo, we’re only made of stone, we just thought that you were made of something stronger.” now that’s a mic drop That would cut so, so deep.  “never again to wonder what’s out there” m o t i f s  “let it remain unknown. and my one human eye forever more be dry until the day i die, as if I were made of stone”  such a beautiful, heartbreaking, real song that I think so many people can relate to. I know I can. I have cried to this song so many times. I love it.  also, he holds that note for so long i’m impressed.

Finale - this song is long so get ready for it.  the crimes that Esmeralda is guilty for are not the ones that she was originally hunted for. he switched up his story. “the sentence is death!” immediate kyrie eleison (which i think is for frollo and not esmeralda) she spits in his face like a freaking queen “esmeralda!” Quasi’s cry is just so heart shattering and emotional I am so sad “he could remain stone no longer” I love that “sanctuary! sanctuary!” with the victorious sounds in the background are just so amazing “hear me, people of Paris, how much oppression will you allow?” with the chorus singing Someday in latin in the background?? I am not crying again “someday, your patience will finally break. why not make someday come right now?”  that part is just chef’s kiss. I love it so much. also, that’s the last we hear of pheobus. I’ve always wondered if he died so someone whose been in/seen the play, could you tell me? quasi’s prayer to the saints is just so good. i just love it so much. so beautiful. and it being similar in tune to Heart of Stone and having the part “raining fire on the stone below!” is just so good and then the moment between quasi and esmeralda is just... “you are home.” “home.”  and then we go to the top of the world reprise. haha. haha. ha.  “in my eyes you are beautiful too,” comparing him to the beautiful morning “i don’t think...forever...” “you’re such a good friend quasimodo” “yes your friend” and then she freaking dies and i’m so sad and then the music changes so quickly and it makes my heart drop every time “because of you” cut deep “at last we’re free of esmeralda. now that she’s gone, a poison dies with her.” to the tune of esmeralda. bitch i would have thrown frollo off that roof too “here in our sanctuary...sanctuary” “sanctuary? no sanctuary without her”  “even...loved her.” “love? what do you know of love?” I adore this part because Quasimodo finally realizes that Frollo’s treatment of him wasn’t love. It never was.  “no. you are the weak one. you the wicked one. And the wicked shall not go unpunished!” I cannot explain the fire that this lights in my bones. it’s amazing. just so good. and then all the voices, like the saints, come in “the wicked shall not go unpunished. the heart of the wicked is of little worth. the wicked shall not go unpunished” and they’re no longer on frollo’s side (they never were) the rising voices as quasi picks up frollo and is going to kill him *chef’s kiss* “You don’t want to hurt me” “yes you do” so, so, so, so, so good. i can’t even explain. it’s just good.  in to the abyss below! damnation! “the world is cruel, the world is ugly” yes  “but there are times and there are people when the world is not” i’m not 100% positive, but i’m pretty sure that’s jehan again and that’s just so beautiful. “and at it’s cruelest it’s still the only world we’ve got” the bitter truth “out there” yup yup yup crying you can’t stop me The bit with the chorus singnig someday in latin and english...i literally cant handle it. it is so freaking beautiful. and the violin? the woman singing is an icon. the voices blend together so beautifully. I am overcome with emotion. i- Quasi singing the last “someday” and then the blending into the beginning song and ugh “but here is a riddle to guess if you can, what makes a monster and what makes a man?” with the entire ensemble? yeah, that one feels good.  and being left off with the “ah”s

yeah, brb, i’m going to go listen to it again.