#but some of ya’ll need to please be serious

[angelofthe2000s]

Blah blah blah Buffy’s so mean to Spike blah blah. Have you considered that he deserves it? That he likes it, even?

[that-one-anxious-mango]

sweet negotiations

summary: terry finds himself in a series of negotiations and comforts with his wife after a key asset in their home is compromised.

pairing: terry richmond x black reader (Dallas)

content: fluff, allusions to nsfw acts, some mild crying (hormones)

a/n: hello there and welcome! after looking for some more fluffy terry fics and almost crashing out when I couldn't find them, I decided to just start writing some that will all take place in the same universe titled 'thunder and lighting’ which will follow you, terry, and the antics of domestic and kinky married life. this is the first of many to come. so enjoy, like, comment, and reblog :)

" I said no." Terry, his voice soft and tired, sounded off the freshly painted sage green walls of nursery, “ Now, stop pouting and hand me the second screwdriver on the chair, please.” 

But instead of moving to fulfil his request, you stay planted in your spot by the door, still pouting, possibly harder now as you looked down to inform your companion of the mistreatment.

“ You hear that, muffin? You hear how Daddy is being mean to us.” You playfully patted at your swollen stomach, while being sure to throw your husband an extra pouty expression—bottom lip puckered and all. “ Why won’t he be nice and feed us, huh?”

In this moment of time you were about five months pregnant with yours and Terry's third child. And while he absolutely adored seeing you like this, barefoot, in one of his old band shirts and low shorts, with a scarf on your head, and thick bifocals sitting neatly at the bridge of your nose as carried his baby. He could do without the sullen expression on your face as an accessory.

“ Baby, ain’t nobody being mean to you by telling you that you can’t have a half a pint of ice cream for breakfast.” Terry's eyes glance at you, before turning his attention back to the half done wooden crib he was working on. “ Now, if you want me to make you some eggs, toast, or oatmeal. I will. But you ain’t having that this early in the morning.” 

“ If at all today. Need to watch what you’re eating more carefully, Mama.” He reminded you. “ Remember what Dr. Kaltura said about watching excess sugar and salt intake. This is serious.”

Quickly the words of your OB flashed through your brain after it had been found that your blood sugar had been a tad higher than she’d liked, a fate that had carried on from your previous pregnancy with your twins into this one.

And of course the minute your husband had caught wind of this, he had come out of retirement from the sugar task force as he now micromanaged and policed every and all things you consumed for the foreseeable future.

“ But Terryyyy.” You whined, “ That’s what both of us want, Poppa.”

Still despite your efforts, he wouldn’t budge.

“No. She doesn’t want that. You do’.” He pointed out, getting up to grab his needed tool,“ Besides, there isn’t anymore anyway.”

“ Yes, he absolutely does. “ You slyly corrected your husband’s wishful thinking, “ And what do you mean there isn’t anymore? Did you throw out my ice cream, Richmond?! Cause I would absolutely hope that’s not what you’re insinuating.”

He sighed, noting the way your eyes turned wild at the thought of your husband touching your beloved sweet treat.

He knew better.

Cause that would be too far and he knew it.

“ No, ma’am.” He simply said, moving back to his work, “ Not this Richmond.” 

“ However, our dear Teensy Richmond may have eaten the rest of it last night after dinner for dessert when you went upstairs to take your bath.” He referred to one your soundly sleeping six year old daughters just down the hall. 

Immediately a frown found a home on your face as you said, “ Wha—I thought I left out pieces of the pecan pie for ya’ll to have. Why were there cute tiny little grubby hands on my ice cream, Poppa?!!”

You huffed, recalling how you had distinctively cut and plated three different pieces of a pecan pie, one large and two small, for your little family to consume after a delicious dinner of lamb chops and smothered potatoes with smoked asparagus.

“ You did.” He confirmed your thoughts , “ But our baby requested to have her pie…a la mode. Which meant a scoop of some of your rocky road was needed as that was the only ice cream left in the freezer.”

“ And as you know, our Tiny Richmond isn’t too fond of rocky road. So she had hers plain jane with glass of milk.” He furthered his explanation.

And although you wanted to be mad at your baby’s little sweet tooth, you couldn’t be, because she got it honest. Still you couldn’t shake off this strange and sudden feeling of…well sadness…that coursed through your body at the thought of the empty ice cream container sitting downstairs in the garbage.

“ Yeah, but if you only gave Teensy a scoop of it. And Tiny didn’t have any, there should be some left.” You tried rationalizing in the same manner of if Johnny had two apples…

Until it came to you, “ Unless…”  

You looked to him and as if he could really read your thoughts, he held a sheepish expression on his face, as he knew what was next to come, “Terrance seriously?!” You hadn’t meant to, but you stamped your feet lightly against the shiny hardwood floor. “ I can’t believe your big eared ass ate my ice cream.”

And just like that your brief moment of sadness has morphed into hormone filled rage.

To which your husband found oddly adorable doing his best to keep a smile off his face, remorse riddled in his tone when he said, “ I’m sorry, Precious. She didn’t wanna eat alone. And since Tiny wasn’t going to have any, I may have had a scoop…or two myself to help finish it off. But it’s okay. We can get more at the store later.” He reasoned, screwing in nut B to pole B. 

By now he was expecting his thunderous woman of a wife to do what she does best, which is make noise about the fact that the rest of her brood ate the ‘ one damn thing the baby allows her to keep down’, but instead he was surprised to look over and see you standing there silent—with tears collecting just at the edge of your waterline. Frown deep. Shoulders slumped.

“ Baby….” He called out in a knowing tone, looking at the way your mouth had slightly turned down and your arms had wrapped around your body, “ C’mon now, Precious. It’s alright. ”

But almost as if it was the release words for your tears, you quickly found your fingertips becoming increasingly wet from wiping the streams away from your cheeks as you began to head toward the door. Slightly embarrassed at your lactose driven waterworks.

Getting up with a sigh, he wasted no time making his way over to you, big hands coming to cup your waist and guide you over to the creme rocking chair, moving all the tools on it to the floor.

It didn’t take long for him to sit and guide you on his lap, an arm wrapped tight around your waist while a calloused hand came to rub against the damp soft apple of your cheek. 

“ C’mere, pretty baby.”  He pecked your lips, tasting the salt of your tears, “ You know I don’t like it when my woman is unhappy. Especially when you’re crying.” 

“ I just can’t help it.” You mutter, partially frustrated with your inability to get a hard grasp on your emotions. “ I just really wanted it. And I mean I know it’s not that serious enough for me to be crying over. And it may seem dramatic but- ” 

“ But it made you upset and that’s okay. You don’t have to explain or try and justify you wanting to cry to me, Baby. It’s fine.” He affirmed, a hand coming to rub at your belly, “ I know this one has those emotions a tad high, and I’m sure Teensy and I blowing up your ice cream stash ain’t helping.” 

A smile fainting at your lips, at the thought of your husband and daughters sitting at the dining room table, talking and laughing over their late night dessert. 

“ So once the twins wake up and we have breakfast we can all take a family trip to the store and grab some more, alright?” He said. 

“ Mmm. And some more Oreos? And Miss Vickie’s Jalapeño?” You rubbed your eyes before looking at him intently, a smirk playing on his face, “ Ya’ know for the pain and suffering caused.” 

“ Hmm. I see.” A hand traveling to your thigh, “ Well for your pain and suffering I am willing to offer you a pint…not a a half baby…but a full pint of rocky road, with a bag of the chips.”

“ Mmm. But what about my Oreos.” You mused. 

He shook his head, “ Nope. Not on the table, beloved. Too much sugar.”

“ Mmm. I dunno. Doesn’t sound fair. I mean I already was owed the ice cream. And while the chips are a good gesture of faith. I feel I deserve more for this indiscretion.” 

He was silent, still smiling at the determination in your filled out cheeks when he said, “  Fine. Counter offer. Pint of the rocky road, bag of chips, and I’ll throw in a bubble bath and personal back massage from yours truly after dinner.” Your breath hitched, feeling a hand slip underneath your bottom to palm the bit of exposed skin you had peeking from under your night shorts. 

“ Just for the record. What kind of massage would this be? ” You coyly inquired, knowing full well what kind he meant.

He moved his mouth to your ear, “ One with a guaranteed happy ending. For us both it seems.”

And how could you deny that? 

“ Fine. I accept your counter offer with the added addition that oil will be used for my massage.”

“ Of course m’am. No other way I’d do it.” He assured, rubbing circles in your thighs. 

“ Good.” You said.

“ Great.” He one upped, “ Now, how should we close this deal? I say with a kiss.”

“ Mmm. “ You hummed, “ I dunno. I think I may need more than a kiss to seal it. And I also think we may need to try out and see how sturdy this chair is. Ya’ know for safety reasons.” 

“ And do you suggest we do that?” His voice low.

“ I dunno.” Your lips find his cheek then his ear, “ We’re already seeing how much weight it can hold, but I wonder how much…rocking or bouncing it can take.”

“ Right, safety reasons.” He mumbled across the skin of your neck, “ Well if that’s the case then—” 

“ Poppa? Mommy? ” The little voice called out from the hallway.

“ WHERE ARE YOU?!” Another yelled, ceasing both yours and Terry’s movements completely , and instead invoked laughter amongst the two of you as he helped you climb off of him and shuffle to the door to collect your late night little ice cream bandit and morning hallway screamer.

[movingthisblogcelestialtarot11]

Your Next Romantic Partner 💘🍻🤍 What are they like?

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A Neighbor's Forbidden Lust

Chapter 5: Consequences and Confessions

F! Reader x Neighbor! Hwang In-Ho

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Warnings: Possessive! In-Ho, slight angst, what the title said, not proof read.

Word Count: 890

Author’s Notes: Finaleeeee, i enjoyed writing this fic, and i hope you liked it too! Thank you so much for reading and supporting my works, i appreciate each and every one of ya’ll! 🫶🏻🥺

The next morning, as Y/n stretched languidly in In-ho’s bed, her body still humming from their intense lovemaking, she couldn't help but smile at the dawning sunlight. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, a FaceTime call from her father flashing on the screen. Her smile faded, replaced by a sudden pang of guilt.

"Hi, Dad," she answered, sitting up and adjusting the camera to hide the disheveled state of the room, and herself.

Her father's stern face filled the screen. "Y/n, I've just heard some concerning rumors. Please tell me they're not true."

Her heart pounded in her chest. "What rumors?"

"About you and your neighbor. In-Ho, is it? I've heard you two are...involved."

She swallowed hard, her mind racing. She hadn't considered her father's disapproval, hadn't thought about the potential consequences of her relationship with In-Ho. "Dad, it's not what you think," she started, but he cut her off.

"Then tell me exactly what to think, Y/n. Because I've known In-Ho since he moved there. I know about his reputation, his divorce, his...lifestyle. And I can't have you caught up in that."

Tears stung her eyes, her father's words stinging more than she cared to admit. "You don't understand, Dad. In-Ho is different with me. We have a connection, a history...I can't just walk away from that."

Her father sighed, his expression softening. "Y/n, I'm not telling you to walk away. I'm telling you to be careful. Men like In-Ho, they're trouble. And I don't want you getting hurt."

She nodded, wiping away a tear. "I'll be careful, Dad. I promise."

As she ended the call, she felt a mix of emotions - anger at her father's bias, fear of the potential consequences, and determination to stand by her feelings. She looked around the room, her gaze landing on In-Ho's sleeping form. He was on his stomach, his face buried in the pillow, his body bare and beautiful. A sudden urge to protect him, to protect them, surged within her.

She reached out, tracing the lines of his back, her touch feather-light. He stirred, his body shifting, his eyes fluttering open. He smiled at her, a slow, sensual smile that made her heart skip a beat.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep. "Everything okay?"

She hesitated, then decided to tell him the truth. "My father found out about us. He's...concerned."

In-Ho's smile faded, his brows furrowing. "What did he say?"

Y/n sighed, sitting back against the headboard. "He said I should be careful. That you're trouble."

In-Ho laughed, a bitter sound that surprised her. "He's not wrong, Y/n. I am trouble. But I'm your kind of trouble."

She looked at him, her heart swelling with affection. "I know," she whispered, leaning down to kiss him. "But we need to be careful. We need to...talk."

His hands wrapped around her, pulling her onto his chest, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. "Alright, Y/n. Let's talk. But first..." His lips captured hers, his kiss filled with promise, with passion, with everything she could ever want.

Afterward, as they lay entwined, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged, In-Ho propped himself up on his elbow, looking at her. "Y/n, I need to tell you something. I need to tell you why I've been so possessive, so intense."

She looked at him, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Why, In-Ho?"

He took a deep breath, his gaze serious. "Because I've fallen in love with you, Y/n. And I'm not talking about puppy love, or infatuation. I'm talking about the kind of love that makes you want to protect, to cherish, to possess. I want you, Y/n. I want all of you. Always."

Her breath hitched, her heart swelling with joy, with fear, with love. "I love you too, In-Ho," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "So much."

He smiled, a soft, tender smile that made her heart flutter. "Then let's embrace this, Y/n. Let's embrace the passion, the intensity, the love. Let's face your father together, let's face the world together. Because I don't want to be just your neighbor, Y/n. I want to be your everything."

Tears slipped down her cheeks, her heart filling with a love she'd never known possible. She reached out, cupping his face, her thumb wiping away a tear of his own. "You are, In-Ho. You already are."

Their lips met, their kiss filled with promises, with plans, with a future she could barely imagine. And in that moment, Y/n knew she had made her decision. She would embrace this love, this passion, this connection, despite the risks, despite the consequences. Because some things, some people, were worth fighting for. And In-Ho, her forbidden neighbor, was one of them.

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[restinslices]

I would love to request a fic of Ares x fem reader please? Maybe based of your post of being Ares favorite mortal lover and defending her or whatever idea you may have?

I think you and someone else requested this so COME GET YA’LL JUICE.

I made this sadder than it needed to be but it’s an illness at this point. Warning for a down bad Ares. Like, OOC type of down bad

Gods are typically very predictable when it comes to love.

It's usually temporary love and honestly a mortal is lucky if it lasts more than a month. They get together, have a baby then the god moves on before the baby is even born. It sounds heartless because it is, but that's just how it was when you were immortal. You got bored very quickly and chasing after mortals gave you something to do when life got too quiet.

That's what typically happens.

Sometimes though, the gods find very special mortals.

For Hermes, it was May. For Poseidon, it was Sally. For Ares, it was you.

Ares constantly watched over you and your child, even if you never knew. He couldn't be with you and he knew this, but that didn't mean he couldn't make sure you were ok and help out occasionally. Sometimes it'd be something as small as leaving you gifts to cheer you up, and sometimes it'd be something as big as delivering “bad luck” to your boss when he was being rude.

So imagine how upset he got when he watched your new partner continue to mistreat you.

Zeus made himself very clear.

Absolutely DO NOT commit any acts of violence against a particular mortal named Trent.

Ares thought about listening. Then Ares thought about the fact that he was willing to allow a war to happen between Zeus, Hades and Poseidon and he decided that since he's done a lot worse, a few felonies wouldn't be so bad in the grand scheme of things.

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The arguing made Ares pause before he could knock.

He heard your voice. “In my bed Trent?! Are you serious?!”.

The male groaned in annoyance, “If you can't accept that relationships have hiccups then maybe you don't actually care for me! I'll leave you alone right now if that's what you want! It's just fuck me, right?! After all I do?!”.

“What do you do?!”.

“I told you I had demons I was fighting!”

“Is the demon monogamy?”

He huffed and he swung the door open while going on and on about the so called demons he was fighting that you wouldn't understand, and if Ares had Hades powers, he'd send him some actual demons to worry about.

His eyes landed on Ares, “who are you?”.

You came into view right behind Trent and your eyes widened.

It was strange. Ares hardly paid attention to little details when it came to someone's appearance. After a while his eyes skimmed over people, and even if a mortal managed to catch his attention, he usually forgot what they looked like before the week ended. You were different though and if this is what Poseidon and Hermes felt then he understood why it was so hard for them to let their mortals go.

He wasn't necessarily an artistic guy but he could pick out the specific shade of your eyes, even if it was the most basic eye color. He memorized the shape of your hair and its color. He memorized certain mannerisms or habits you had, no matter how small. If someone blindfolded him, he was sure he'd still be able to find you just by hearing your laughter. He'd pat the area around him as he walk towards you and once he felt your hand in his, he'd know he was home. And sure, there was a mortal out there that had the same texture on their fingertips but he didn't care about them. He cared about you and even if you thought you weren't special, he would strongly disagree. Mortals didn't stay in his mind. You did. That meant something.

But Trent didn't seem to understand how special you were. He didn't understand that you were doing him a service just by standing near him and it made him angrier than he expected.

“This is Ares”, you said. It was embarrassing for him to admit how much he loved how his name sounded on your tongue, so he never admitted it. At least not out loud.

“Like the Zodiac Aries?”. He was going to correct him and make several snarky comments but you spoke before him.

“A-R-E-S. Ares. Like the God of War. Spirit of Battle. Mars for the Romans” you explained and the smirk that formed on his face further proved how down bad he was for you. The shit was embarrassing.

“I'm the father of her child” Ares added and Trent did not look pleased. He looked back and forth between the two of you and scoffed.

“You've been cheating on me, haven't you?”. He didn't even give you a chance to respond. “You're on my ass about what I did but you've already been whoring around. Just like I fucking thought”

“My kid is eight” you said simply. Ares hated that although you kept stepping back, he kept moving towards you. His shoulders were tall and proud, like he was trying to intimidate you into admitting something that wasn't true.

“I bet you're still sleeping with him or any other man that looks at you! I should've known better than to dedicate myself to a single mother. You're all just cheap sl-” his sentence was stopped abruptly when Ares grabbed onto his shoulder. At first Ares didn't realize how hard he was squeezing his shoulder, but once he noticed the sounds coming out of his mouth and saw his pathetic attempts to pry his hand off of him, Ares squeezed harder.

“She missed a very crucial part” his hand squeezed harder still and he pushed down, making the man hit his knees on the ground hard. “Ares, God of War. Spirit of Battle. Protector of Mistreated Women”, he glanced at you then looked back down at the man clenching his shoulder under him. “Have you been mistreating this woman?”.

Trent looked at you but all that did was fuel Ares’ with more rage. The nerve to treat you so cruelly for months then look to you for help. He yanked his shoulder towards him, earning a shout from him. “Don't look at her. Look at me”.

You placed your hand over his, “let him go”. You spoke softly as if you cared for this speck of dirt that probably wouldn't spit on you if you were on fire. Why? Why do this for him when there are millions of other men out there you could be with? Men that would treat you 100x better than Trent had. Men that would shower you with the praises you deserve and stand by you loyally and ask about your day and do whatever other bullshit mortals do that Ares would do with you if he weren't a god.

Trent had you but he didn't deserve you. Area didn't have you but he deserved you. The idea of Ares deserving something instead of just being given it was strange and foreign and even though gods couldn't get headaches, this is the closest he's felt to it.

“Let him go” you repeated slowly.

“I should get somewhere high before I do”.

“Hilarious” you said, although he wasn't joking. “You're gonna hurt him”. That was the plan. “I'm being serious, Ares. Let him go”.

“And then?”

“Then you leave”. But he stays? You were willing to let this man get away with all he's done within your months of dating and shoo the father of your child away?

“I should kill him anyway. He knows too much”.

He was right. Mortals that didn't have demigods weren't supposed to know about the gods existence, so technically killing him wouldn't be completely out of left field. Technically he somewhat had the right to. That's what his deluded mind was telling him anyway. And even if the man on his knees didn't know what he did now, he still deserved a form of punishment.

Your minds seemed to be linked, because you shook your head at him, like you were telling him “no. Don't do that”. You crouched down in front of Trent who was still desperately trying to free his shoulder. “You want him to let go don't you?”

“Well obviously!”. Ares didn't like the attitude and he was going to push down hard enough to dislocate his shoulder, but you put your hand back on top of his and shook your head again.

“He will. First you have to swear to something. Make an oath. Swear that you'll never come back here. Swear that you'll never talk to me again and you'll never mistreat another woman again. Swear on the River Styx. If you break this oath, something terrible will happen. Won't it Ares?”. You looked up at him, expecting an answer. Ares didn't know the answer though. He knew what happened to gods and demigods but regular average civilians? He assumed it was something bad, but he didn't know how bad. Since he didn't have a solid answer, he just voiced what he wanted to do.

“If you break your oath, I'll find you. I'll tear your legs off so you can't run, then your arms so you can't crawl away. I'll give you medical attention so you don't die and I'll make your pathetic form into a punching bag for when I get bored and trust me, I get bored often”. Ares couldn't see how he looked but he knew he looked scary enough by the way the guy shuddered and looked away from him. He even started to cry, which Ares found ridiculous. He wasn't crying earlier. He was on top of the world thinking punishment wouldn't come and even now he wouldn't truly be punished.

The guy repeated everything you said in between disgusting sobs. He swore on the River Styx and Ares was sure he didn't even know what that truly meant. He just wanted to be let go. Ares didn't want to let go but after some more coaxing from you, he let go reluctantly. Trent ran out the house, still sobbing and holding onto his shoulder.

“Thanks for that” you said when you rose back to your feet, but it didn't sound like an actual thank you. You sounded annoyed. “He'll squeal but no one will believe him about being attacked by a god. He'll drive himself crazy or get himself sent somewhere. He'll always check for you behind him. Is that enough punishment for you?”. Ares wanted some sort of physical punishment right then and there, but he'd either deal with him when you weren't looking or decide this will do. Depended on his mood later on.

“Why'd you do that? Now he won't come back!”

“You made him swear never to come back”, but you didn't seem to like him pointing out that fact. You rolled your eyes,

“Yeah, because I knew you'd break him next time you saw him”. Good point, but why did you still want him around?

“You deserve better”

“And what's better? Someone like you? Someone who pops in from time to time? Someone our child hardly knows? If that's what I deserve, well… I guess I must not deserve much. Maybe I did something wrong in a past life”. Your words cut deep. They cut deep because you had a point. Ares put you in a terrible situation. A lonely one. He made you a single mother and although he didn't talk to mortals often, he was still able to pick up on how mortals felt about single mothers. The unnecessary shame that came with having a child but with no father, even if it wasn't their fault. A large chunk of the mistreated women he protected were single mothers themselves. There was an unnecessary amount of shame thrown onto their shoulders. They could've left a terribly abusive relationship, but all of it was still their fault. They were questioned why they couldn't just stick it out, because surely a child with no father was worse than a child with an abusive father who could “get better” if they just “stopped making problems”. He hated it. Now it was hitting him that he helped place this shame on your shoulders. He never said anything but he still decided to have a child with you even though he knew he'd never be able to stay. He wanted to say he made a mistake, but could it really be a mistake if it all meant he had you in his life even if it was only for fleeting moments?

“You don't need him” he got out finally but you had a counter.

“I need someone. I need someone here. I-I… listen I know Trent can be a handful but it's better to have a handful than nothing at all. You have no idea how lonely it gets and even with him it's still lonely because I can't talk to him about any of this stuff. Do you know how exhausting it is moving a child from school to school? Some schools won't even take her! Says she has disciplinary issues and I should do home schooling but how is that possible if I have to work so we don't end up on the streets?!” your voice got louder and if this was anyone else he'd make them apologize for raising their voice at a god. He didn't interrupt you though. Each word was like twisting a knife inside him and he figured that you should be able to decide when to pull it out.

“Other moms don't want their children anywhere near ours. They think she'll be a bad influence. Some of them aren't bold enough to say it, but I can tell what they're thinking! They treat her like some terrible disease their children will catch and I can't explain why she is the way she is! I can't say 'oh well her dad is a god and the monsters she draws are things she's seeing on the street and you can't see it but honestly she's in more danger than you’. I have to say 'they're just pictures. She's just creative!’ ” You began pacing and rubbing your hands together. “I'm alone and sometimes I don't wanna be alone. Having another adult here keeps the walls from closing in. Ugh. What type of mother am I? I can't explain any of this to my child and I can tell how alone she feels too. I think… I think I'm her only friend. She hears what people say about her. She thinks something is wrong with her. She thinks she's a burden. What eight year old thinks like this?”, You sat on the couch and put your head in your hands. “I'm a failure…”.

“Sad” wasn't the word Ares would use to describe how he felt. Maybe not even “sorrowful”. There had to be a better word to explain how he ached watching you fall apart. Ares wasn't good at personal talks, but he sat beside you and spoke

“You are not a failure”. It was simple, but he hoped it worked anyway.

You looked over at him with an expression he knew would be imprinted into his mind for eternity. “Then what am I?”.

He could go on and on about what you were and how much you meant, but he knew he didn't have much time. Zeus probably already knew he was here. He was nosey like that and he'd do anything to make sure everyone followed his lead. He wished he could tear him apart but Ares knew better than to voice any of the malicious thoughts he had or to try and harm him. Maybe a time would come, but it wasn't now.

“You're doing your best with the heavy burden I put on you”

“She's not a burden” you said quickly. “I'm just not sure what to do anymore. Everything I do seems like the wrong choice”. Ares wanted to approach a topic you seemed to despise but either he was predictable or that mind link was a real thing because next you said “No”.

“That camp-”

“Your family will mold her into what they want her to be and respectfully your family… uhh…” he got it. The gods didn't take kindly to insults and he wouldn't be surprised if you finished your sentence and then was magically turned into a pig.

“She needs to be a warrior. Camp will attempt to make her a warrior”. You didn't seem pleased.

He hated your stubbornness. He didn't watch other demigods as much, but even he knew their mortal mother's tended to die because of their own stubbornness. They'd refuse to send them to camp and when their child realized who they were and the monsters came running… well… there was a good chance everyday struggles wouldn't be a problem anymore.

“She'll realize at some point and you can't protect her”.

“I know” you admitted. The defeat was all over your face and in the heavy breath you took. You laid your head on his arm and intertwined your fingers together. “She's gone for tonight. She's staying with my mother down the street. She's the only one that takes her in sometimes. Can you stay over tonight?”.

“What are you suggesting?”

“You're the furthest thing from funny. I'm not having one of your kids again, are you insane?”. Although you said he wasn't funny, and he wasn't joking in the slightest, you both managed to laugh.

“Seriously, can you stay?”. The sky was clear and sunny but thunder rumbled.

If Ares was granted three wishes from a genie, he'd use all of them to watch Zeus die a horrible miserable death over and over again. What harm would one night do?

Well… a demigod could come out of one night but if Zeus didn't like it, he didn't have to watch.

He knew that argument wouldn't work and he didn't have to speak for you to know the answer. You scooted away from him and you took a sudden interest in the floor.

“I would if I could-”

“I know. I understand”. Another thing he hated about you. You were too understanding. He wanted you to scream at him. He wanted you to scream about how much you hated him and how he ruined you. He wanted you to swear at him and tell him to never step foot near you again. Anything that would make separating easier.

“Ares” you spoke, breaking the silence that filled the room. “If I agree to having her sent to camp, will you watch over her? Can you send one of those- what were they again? Oh! Satyrs. Can you send one of those and make sure they both get to camp safely?”

He didn't have to think. “Yes”.

“And claim her. Maybe not too soon though. I remember when I went to camp people got jealous when their parents would send them letters. I know my camp wasn't a god camp but you know what I mean. I just don't want her to catch unwanted attention”.

“Of course”

“Oh and one more thing. I know I'm asking for a lot but can you give me to the end of the school year. I don't know if she'll want to come back home or if it'll even be safe and-”

“You want time”. You didn't respond but he knew the answer. He knew how hard letting go would be for you and the thought that meeting you was a mistake crossed his mind again. You deserved to have a regular family and a regular husband that you had regular conversations with. Not this.

Thunder rumbled again.

“You have to go” you didn't sound like you wanted him to leave and he didn't want to leave either but he knew he had no choice. He stood up,

“I'll see you again. I promise”

“You've made enough promises, you don't have to do that. You can…” the words seemed like they burned to get out, ���you can move on”.

He wanted to argue and say that he'd never truly move on from you. That you were the most memorable mortal he'd been with and he had no plans on leaving you be, but then he realized how selfish that was. Damming you to a life of sitting and waiting until he had time to see you. The thought of you sitting home alone waiting for any sign of him, signs that he wouldn't be able to give as often as you needed made him feel an immense amount of guilt.

“You make me an oath” he started, “I don't know what happens when mortals break an oath they make on the River Styx, so swear on anything that's important to you that you'll find a guy who deserves and appreciates you. Not another guy like before. Not some guy to fill in the empty space in here. I mean a man who will treat you right until you become just a memory”. Knowing he'd never be that man filled him with a burning sensation he couldn't quite explain. Some people would say “I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy” but Ares wasn't like that. He'd only wish this on his worst enemies. Not someone he got into an argument with, or someone he didn't like. Only the enemies that made him spit when he heard their name.

“I swear on our daughter” was all you said and it was all he needed to hear. He didn't give you a kiss or hug you goodbye. It'd make it too hard to leave. He just left. He closed the door behind him like nothing had happened and left you behind.

There was a small part of him that selfishly wanted you to break that oath because that'd mean he'd get to see you again, even if it was only to commit violence. The bigger part of him knew that was selfish. You needed to keep true to that oath, even if it would destroy him to watch you call someone else the love of your life eventually.

This could’ve been a heeheehaha jokey thing but I’m an asshole so here we are. I hope it’s clear that I write requests in the order I get them btw. This isn’t towards the anon, I’m just saying to everyone if a request is taking a hot minute I’m either ill, busy, or working on one that came before yours. I also try to do one requests a day to keep things spread out. Posting all the requests on one day will upset me and my homegirls.

[mythica0]

Dump of random epic stuff!

I’m making this because when I make individual posts of things like this they get like no notes. So! I put them together in hopes that it’ll get more attention!

First order of business, my new story board for wouldn’t you like, and some finished designs I haven’t posted yet! I’m aware the story boards are messy and might be hard to read, so just do your best!

On a relevant note, I still need some help figuring out how to draw a raft so I can do my storyboard for Dangerous! (And the rest of the vengeance saga, for that matter)

Next up, the fics in the works! I know I’ve said that I have a lot of drafts, but I’ve yet to say what they are! So here’s a list! (Title included if I’ve come up with one already)

-The Ruthless King: Ler!Ody, Telemachus, (edit: the suitors have some ler too, forgot to mention that) Lee!Suitors, Telemachus.- Odysseus alternate ending/more wholesome version!

- Switches Hermes and Aeolus- the two decide to have a tickle fight!

-Lee!Hermes, Ler Winions ft. Aeolus- during a hangout, the Winions decide some mischief is in order.

-Be Quiet!: Ler!Athena, Ares, Lee!Apollo- The war gods get irritated when Apollo plays his music to loud.

-Hey there, Handsome: Ler!Calypso, Lee!Ody- Calypso’s had enough of the silent treatment.

-Little Wolf: Ler!Antinous, Suitors, Lee!Telemachus- the suitors are bored, and mess with Telemachus.

-Nice try: Ler!Athena, Lee!Hermes- Hermes tries to Tickle Athena and she quickly turns the tables.

-Ler!Athena, Lee!Telemachus- Telemachus tries to start a tickle fight with his mentor and it ends up backfiring.

-Ler!Athena, Ares, Apollo, Artemis, Lee!Hermes- Hermes asks for tickles after pulling a prank, and his siblings don’t agree.

- Too Serious: Ler!Aphrodite(might add more or change it), Lee!Athena- Aphrodite thinks Athena is too serious for her own good.

-Brotherly Teasing: Switches Zeus and Poseidon- the two are teasing each-other and settle it with a tickle fight

-Wondering: Ler!Penelope, Lee!Telemachus- Telemachus is wondering about his dad.

-Future son: Ler!Ody, Lee!Penelope- Penelope is 7 months pregnant with Telemachus.

-Ler!Artemis, Lee!Apollo: Apollo messes with Artemis.

-Ler!Hermes, Lee!Ody, crew- Hermes tickles everyone but Odysseus.

-Good Ol’ Times: Ler!Young Ody, Young Polites, Lee!Young Eury- the three reminisce on the first time they found out Eurylochus was ticklish

-Boo, Darling!: Ler!Apollo, Lee!Hermes-Hermes mocks Apollo.

And that’s all of them! In no particular order. (Told you it was a lot. All in various levels of progress.)

Next up: Chapter two of No More Suffering has been posted! Thought I’d inform ya’ll since it got like a singular note. You can find it by going through my masterpost, going to the part two of said masterpost, and then to the master post of No More Suffering: where you’ll find any updates to the fic whenever they’re made!

Also, just so ya’ll know! All my Tword fics are a spin off/take place in the above au! So no one has died in any of my tword fics! (I don’t like writing sad OKAY?!)

Next: PLEASE REBLOG MY STUFF IF YOU LIKE IT! This isn’t just for epic, but my fics usually get a bunch of likes and like no reblogs, which means 1- less people see it, and 2- I get a little de-motivated. So please reblog!! :3

Lastly! now that I have my own personal IPad, I might make tword art! But I’m a little nervous abt it, so it might take a minute and some requests to get me going.

Thanks for reading!

[loveandmurders]

Why am I not dead already? (Lester Sinclair x gender neutral reader)

Hello there, you can find Bo’s version here and Vincent’s one here.

Hope you’ll enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of murders and violence, the twins are intense and Bo is an ass (nothing new), one or two strong words, mentions of sexual activity once, a little bit of angst but overall quite fluffy, Lester is madly in love with you.

Truth to be told, you had never been so in love in your whole existence.

If you had thought you knew what love was before meeting Lester, you soon realised how wrong you were.

Lester was your ray of sunshine, always joking around and making you laugh and feel happy.

He was able to make you forget about his family business and about your previous life. Actually, you had no desire to get back to an existence without him.

He was always so gentle with you, but you knew he wasn’t all soft and cute like he seemed to be. You knew he was 100% supporting the killing, otherwise he wouldn’t lead the tourists right to their death. In a way, he was Death’s messenger.

You also saw him beating a man to the pulp after the man almost shot Jonesy.

You knew you were living with a dangerous man, but as long as he was all tenderness and affection to you, you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind.

Except when you were with the twins.

You really liked his brothers.

They were decent with you, even if they were always eyeing you as if they thought you would run away and break their kid brother’s heart very soon.

Bo and Vincent both let you know they wouldn’t be very nice to you if you ever hurt Lester.

You had nodded in understanding and hadn’t dared talk about it to Lester, who wasn’t there when this happened.

Bo loved to joke around about “how long ya're still gonna be 'round”; he had even a little bet about it.

Vincent wasn’t commenting but he was so tense around you. You weren’t too sure why.

You weren’t feeling like you were particularly fitting in the Sinclair family, but as long as you had Lester by your side you were okay with it.

The twins were just worried you were going to run away at some point, but they thought you were a nice couple and they saw how happy you were making Lester. Bo never yelled at you or scared you off, and Vincent never made you feel uncomfortable.

It didn’t mean that they never threatened you.

Lester was unloading his truck as you were in the family house kitchen, tidying up around. Bo arrived from behind you and settled at the counter.

“Still ‘round, Y/N, that’s Lester’s record” he commented and you almost jumped as you hadn’t heard him coming in. It made him smirk his predatory smile.

“Well he’s good to me” you shrugged as you resumed what you were doing

“But for how long, ya think?” he continued to tease. You weren’t too sure if he was testing your love for him or something else, but you had to admit that it had been a little while since you had been wondering that same question too.

You weren’t fitting in, you weren’t a killer, you were just you.

“I don’t know” you whispered

“That’s good, don’t believe ya’ll be foreva here. Ya’re just a pet, and if ya annoy Les, or if he grows tired of ya, ya know how it’ll end” he continued.

“Yeah, I know” you replied as you turned around to face him.

Lester entered the room soon after, and he quickly noticed how serious both his brother and you were. It made him groan

“How ‘bout ya go back to work” he told Bo who scoffed at him.

“Whateva” Bo hummed before leaving the two of you.

Lester tried to cheer you up and helped you in the kitchen. You stayed quiet for the rest of the afternoon, and even more during the family dinner.

Bo was pleased you seemed to “finally” realise the situation; Vincent wasn’t too impressed. Of course, he wanted you to understand you needed to be good, but he also wanted Lester to be happy. And you were making him happy.

Lester was quick to finish his meal and to bring you home, away from the twins.

“So, what did Bo say?” he asked you as he was driving the two of you back to his place.

“Nothing,” you shrugged. You didn’t really feel like talking about it yet.

“No matter what he said, ya know he’s an ass. He thinks it’s his duty to look after me, and all. But he won’t touch ya or hurt ya.” he tried to reassure you.

“You sure about that?” you asked

“Of course, darl’. Ain’t be happy ‘bout it if he hurt ya” he sent you a gentle smile “Ya safe with me, I swear”

“You said that the day we met too” you hummed and Lester smiled even more at the fond memory.

You both perfectly remembered that day.

You were a lost tourist too, with a group of people.

You weren’t fitting in this group either. You didn’t even know why you were there. You were cute and polite, when they were rough and rude. Lester hated them right away, as he fell in love with you at the instant he saw you.

He had led your group to Ambrose, but he was hesitant to let you go without telling you anything. He didn’t want his brothers to hurt you.

You, you had trusted Lester the moment you met him, unlike Bo. You could tell there was something off with the way he smiled at your group as you were all leaving Lester’s truck.

You were about to put a foot on the ground, when you turned around to watch Lester.

“You sure we’re good here?” you had asked him with your perfect doe eyes.

“How ‘bout I show ya ‘round? Ya safe with me, I swear” he had replied and you had understood you were right about Bo.

You nodded and he drove the two of you off. Bo had been surprised, but he thought Lester wasn’t playing enough with tourists so he didn’t mind.

He hadn’t thought you would become a thing though. And a part of him was happy about it. But you weren’t a Sinclair yet.

You had been silent for a little longer.

“Why am I not dead, Les?” you finally asked and Lester stopped the truck in the middle of the road before turning to you.

“What?”

“Why am I not dead? I mean, I get why you didn’t kill me right away. But it’s been a few months now, we had sex, we had fun together and all… So I'm not too sure why I’m still around. Bo doesn’t seem to understand either. Vincent either to be honest. They both think I will run away from you”

“Will ya?”

You shook your head and he seemed to be relieved. He wasn’t too sure how he would handle you running away from him.

He knew his family was scary and that the killing was awful, and you were the best thing that ever happened to him, so he wasn’t going to let you go that easily.

“Can’t promise I wouldn’t track ya down if ya ever ran away from me, but I wouldn’t kill ya” he told you and you watched him in surprise. Lester wasn’t often letting you see his darkest side.

“What would you do to me if you didn’t kill me, then?” you asked and he nervously chuckled

“Not too sure, I’ll probably lock ya up at home and find a way to convince ya to stay mine”

“Yours?” you arched an eyebrow and Lester looked away, slightly blushing.

“Yeah, mine. Ya’re mine” he said as he grabbed your hand and stared back at you. You were the only thing he ever truly wanted in his existence.

“It doesn’t really answer my question though” you said and the man in front of you frowned.

“What question?”

“Why am I still alive?” you repeated.

Lester kissed the back of your hand and gave you a cheeky smile “I thought it was pretty obvious”

“Ah yeah?”

“That’s ‘cause I’m fuckin’ in love with ya, darl’. Can’t shut up ‘bout ya when ya not here to hear it, and I told the twins to be nice to ya or else”

You stared at him.

“But it clearly didn’t work well. I’ll have another discussion with them. They need to understand ya’re part of the family from now on” he added as you moved to hug him, lost for words at the moment.

“Maybe you should marry me, to convince them I’m part of the family” you said, but you were only teasing because you were feeling quite overwhelmed by all the things your boyfriend was saying.

But Lester hummed in thought.

“Sounds like a plan.” he agreed and your eyes widened

“Wait what?”

“Forever mine, I like the sound of that” he continued, speaking to himself with a pleased smile on his face. “Ya ain't killin' the person ya’re married with, your partner obviously ain't runnin' away from ya, and ya’ll get my last name so it means you’ll be indeed a member of the Sinclair family. Yeah, yeah, a really good plan, Y/N. We’ll find rings tomorrow”

And truth to his world, you both got rings the next day and Bo married the two of you in the church.

You had been surprised how Bo had been quick to agree to play the priest. And after the “ceremony”, he started to treat you like a baby sibling: trying to boss you around, but always very protective of you.

As a matter of fact, Vincent started to be a lot more at ease around you, and enjoyed sharing embarrassing stories about Bo and Lester just to bond with you.

The answer to your question was quite obvious now; you didn’t get killed, because you finally fitted somewhere and it was in the Sinclair family.

You were a Sinclair until the very end.

[imagionationstation]

random idea I had.

so y’know those role swap aus? Where like…Mikey’s the serious leader, Raph’s the tech guy, etc etc.

what would it be like if we added April and Casey?

like…swap Donnie and Casey? Or something like that? Idk bro. It’s a random idea I had lol

Role swap AU: An AU where characters swap their roles for a period of time with the subsequent story exploring how plot events alter, diverge, or stay the same because of this swap.

So…

I’ve never been one for role swap au’s tbh. I think there was only one that ever caught my attention, but the characters were so insanely on point that I could envision the show in my head. In all the body swaps that I’ve read, it’s Splinter being like “ya’ll could benefit from being in someone else’s shoes. Here’s what we gonna do”

I prefer a character being forced to manage in another’s brain/body for some time. There’s so much potential in those 🤩

What are April and Casey’s roles?

I suppose Casey is more muscle, but April seems to tilt between brains/muscle as it pleases her. She absolutely wants to be seen as a warrior, but she works with Donnie in his lab during research and making connections and whatnot.

“Added April and Casey” implies that the role swap includes everyone, so just swapping Donnie&Casey feels shortsighted. (I don’t mean that to be offensive in any way. I’m thinking outloud.) We could give Casey’s role to Donnie, but with the wide group of people, I feel like Donnie’s role should go elsewhere. If that makes sense?

Yk what April’s taking Leo’s role, I’ve decided. Not because “haha she’d probably be bad at it” but because I think she’d find a potential to be a leader when given the chance and that would be neat.

Mikey can take April’s place bc it would give him the chance to be more involved in things. “You never question April when she says she has a feeling about stuff! “You always let April help out in the lab!” “You let April check out leads solo!” He wouldn’t care that she’s a human or that she has psychic powers. She got to when it came to helping the team so that’s what he gets to do.

Raph can take Mikey’s role because he deserves to know what it’s like for his main role on the team to be bait. He can’t always fight mutants head on because he has to keep them busy so his brothers can take the baddy down. He can’t protect his brothers because he’s meant to headed in another direction. That would drive him nuts. (I’d think it’d be cute if he demanded to know how Mikey could stand it and Mikey’s all chill like “I just trust that my big bros have it covered like they always do” and then he’s utterly humbled.) He’d also be put in the position of having to be the “face man” (of sorts) and make friends with optional allies. Stop being grumbly and glaring for five minutes to hold a conversation. It’ll be his ultimate struggle.

Casey can take Raph’s role because it’s basically his role except he’s not able to play the loner game anymore. The fam always kind of lets Casey do his own vigilante thing during the series, but now that’s not allowed. And Raph makes it very clear on day one. His job is to be by their side when something big is going down. And if being the leader’s second is the way to accomplish that then he has to deal. He can complain, he can whine, he can make the leader’s life impossible- but he has to be there when they need him. PERIODT.

Donnie can take Casey’s role because he deserves to not have to be a big part of the game for five minutes. There’s no monumental role, no impossible task, the fate of everything is no longer on his shoulders- he can just, fight. And when not on the field, he can do as he pleases. He’s not expect in the lab, in the dojo, in any kind of strategy planning- he can pick one or he can hang out. He can snack, he can videogames/shows, he can read comics, he can run away the surface- he has essentially free range when he’s not actively on a mission. (The only downside is that he actually does like having people rely on him and look to him for answers. He likes keeping his hands busy with purpose. And punching baddies 24/7 gets kinda old.)

Leo can take Donnie’s place. He’d be the most capable of taking on the role of genius since there have been scenes where he pays attention to his brother because the mission depends on it. He admits to helping out in the lab on occasion, or he’s seen with Donnie discussing blueprints, and he’s probably the most likely to be able to actually listen to Donnie’s written instructions or notes and not blow up the lab because he got frustrated or decided to wing it. (Plus, Leo should see the kind of stuff Donnie has to deal with on a daily basis.)

But anyway. That’s just my thoughts on the matter.

[eriellelynx]

Don't Look Away / Just Look My Way (Blitzø's Version) by ErielleLynx

…Is what I would have wanted Blitzø to have said to Stolas if he didn’t have the emotional intelligence of a pebble.

Anyways! Rant / Explanation incoming haha.

First and foremost, none of the following is to somehow invalidate your love for any characters, ships, or dynamics. This is just one interpretation in a sea of different interpretations that might just not be suited to you. If this ain’t your cup of tea, that’s perfectly fine! Just please be respectful if you disagree haha.

So, I am by no means a songwriter, nor am I an experienced singer, but… I just couldn’t let this one go. I kept looking for something like this through YouTube, but I could only find AI covers. :,) I feel like there are so many things that just aren’t really being brought up yet and Stolas REALLY needs to hear them. I tried my best to add actual quotes (mostly Stolas’) and scenes from the episodes to show just how toxic their situationship had been up until this point.

Essentially, the original song would have been the romanticized perspective that Stolas had on their relationship, whereas Blitz’ version would be more… grounded in reality? Of course, it’s still from his perspective, so he doesn’t have the full story (i.e. “You lived the ideal!” Brother, no-), but it at least shows his side in a more… cohesive way? Thus, instead of asking for Stolas to “look his way”, Blitz does a reversal and is actually demanding he don’t look away from him, whether it be due to shame or guilt (Ya’ll remember Ozzies?), or because he literally can’t stand to look at him after the initial confrontation.

Some lyrics I wanted to point out:

“Your impish plaything” -> A call back to when Stolas LITERALLY calls him that to his face, and in front of his employees / daughter. Also, remember when he literally puts out a cigarette in his horns? (While also ignoring the fact that his body has burn marks and the implications of that action was seriously messed up? Like-) And then told him in that same scene that the Grimoire was much too important for such an “itty-bitty imp” to handle? ALSO, remember how in the original version of the song, Stolas even calls Blitz this exact same thing? Pepperidge Farm remembers.

“I’d play along that you were my king / And I was your shining knight” -> When they were in the amusement park at the start of the series, Stolas literally calls him this and is then upset that the M&Ms were the ones to rescue him. His full quote: “Where is Blitzy? He’s my knight in shining armor, not you littler ones”. You know, cause he doesn’t look down on imps.

“You’re not a friend, more like a patron” -> Ya'll, Blitz and Stolas were not friends when they were kids. The first and only time they interacted as children was because Stolas’ father literally bought Blitz for a day to spend time with his son, and he could because of their difference in status. From the very moment they met, their relationship was transactional; Blitz’ literal being was up for sale because it benefited his own father. In the present day, nothing had changed. You want my book? Give me your body. I saved you from the humans, didn’t I? Well, I expect you to give me something in return. Why was Blitz supposed to hope, let alone expect, that the dynamic would change? And so, is he really any different from any other imp servant he employs?

“I feel free from your chains” -> There is a literal scene that shows the audience that Blitz feels like he’s chained to Stolas, and that he can be pushed and pulled in any way because he’s beneath him. He knows he doesn’t really have any power in the dynamic, and so whether or not Stolas intended to so, he is still looking down on him based on the amount of control he has. Like… regardless of any serious feelings being developed further down the line, the fact that at some point that was his actual interpretation of the relationship is just… no. Of course, it’s in that same episode that Stolas then calls him his “Impish plaything”. Which, you know, probably doesn't help his view on the relationship and his lack of control of it, as well as his own self-worth.

“In the end, you made me plead” -> I absolutely hated that Stolas literally made Blitz grovel at his feet before presenting him with the Asmodean Crystal. He says he understands that Blitz has walls to protect himself with, but why did he think that this was the way to get him to be vulnerable? He can kneel down and be as soft-spoken as he wants to, he still threaten his livelihood, which would put himself, his daughter and the M&M’s, (whom are the only two constants in Blitz’ life) with no income, without an immediate explanation. So many ways that he could have done that interaction, and he chooses the absolute worst way possible.

“Your praise was merely noise” -> A callback to his rant with Fizz haha. Given all of the above, why would compliments and the occasional laugh be enough to change his mind about him?

“A lovely lie” -> Just him repeating Stolas’ own words in Stolas’ Song. It was all just a “comfortable lie”. Again, throwing his words back at him.

“A game of pretend” -> Much like the game of pirates they would play as children.

“Time to face / your mistakes” -> I’d like to think that he says that both metaphorically and literally. He’s telling Stolas that he needs to accept all the ways he did him wrong, but he’s also literally telling Stolas to look at him, the biggest mistake he has ever made.

Finally, I decided to end it with the original lyrics, not only as a callback to the original song, but to, again, throw those words back at Stolas. Yes, Blitz did in fact ask him to look his way, just like he wanted, but not for the reasons that he thought he would. It’s Blitz’ way of shattering that romanticized image of their relationship, of what it actually meant to be seen by him.

In conclusion, I’m upset at this bird haha. I hope these things get brought up somehow… Stolas giving him the crystal does not make up for any of these things, but it’s a start. Even so, it still feels like a transaction. The first genuine act of affection is still a material good. Accompanied by pretty words, yes, but he was still giving him something and hoped that would make it right and he would have his affection- or at the very least, his attention- in return. Oof…

Again, even if you don’t necessarily agree with this interpretation, I hope that ya’ll can still enjoy the song? ^^

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“Just Look My Way” is from the show Helluva Boss, performed by Bryce Pinkham. The original song was composed and performed by ParanoidDJ. Links to these videos follow.

Official Music Video: https://youtu.be/rATbtwj1qls?si=ogkY16dCkl7mrjAk

Original Song: https://youtu.be/XrZ2vqVPTFM?si=QYW1oc3nEhFD0YDi

The instrumentals are not mine! They were provided by ‪sleeplessginger on YouTube. Check out the instrumental here: https://youtu.be/uB5xhmM4jTU?si=udHIkHoak4nXhAhX

Images were taken from episode 8, season 2 of Helluva Boss. Additionally, images from the trailer of the second half of season 2 were used.

Only the vocals (and the modified lyrics) are mine.

[residentbeano]

Hey there! Because of some extenuating circumstances, this month has kind of dragged me through the mud, and I can’t afford some serious bills. Because of this, I’m opening emergency art commissions Monday 4/8/24 until Friday 4/12/24

I’ll also be opening two more slots for writing commissions, as follows:

1. 5,000 - 8,000 words, dm if interested to discuss topic matter / fandom. $50 - $80

1. 10,000 - 13,000 words, dm if interested to discuss topic matter / fandom. $100 - $130

I will update this post as these fill, and when I close c0mms at the end of the week. Thank you for looking at this, and even if you can spare anything, or don’t particularly enjoy my style, please consider passing this on to someone who might! It would go a long way toward me being able to keep my car and afford to work to pay for groceries and medical needs.

Have a great night ya’ll, and ciao!

[the-gay-disney-games]

Round 1A: Luca (2021) vs. High School Musical 2 (2007)

Propaganda:

Luca:

“Honest to god never beating the gay allegations.”

“Do I even need to? I think watching the movie is enough”

“i mean the whole movie is a metaphor for being in the closet. it centers on two boy best friends, one of whom gets jealous over the other spending time with a girl, there’s a scene where one of them gets outed (as a sea monster) and the other throws him under the bus so he gets to stay “normal” and then outs himself later on, like. luca is Gay”

“i’m assuming this has a million submissions but just in case i wanted to submit it. it’s literally a story abt being a kid and being in love with your best friend and having to hide part of yourself from the world, if you’ve seen it then you KNOW”

“Gay fish bois”

“Ya’ll… Just watch it. The relationship between Luca and Alberto. The metaphor of sea monsters for Queerness. The old sea monster ladies who are absolutely a couple. It made conservatives angry. It’s gotta be up there!!”

“Them boys be gay”

“It's just so obviously a story of self discovery and suuuuuper relatable to anyone who had to hide their queerness for their own saftey”

“please the sea monster plotline was SUCH an lgbt metaphor”

“Gay fishes fall in love”

“By gosh those fish boys are gay”

“It's not my *favourite* movie, but it's obviously the one that most fits the criteria. Like, it's not even a competition. The whole movie can easily be read as an allegory for being gay and closeted. The two boys are secretly sea monsters, but have to hide it because the people in the little Italian village are scared of sea monsters and won't accept them. When Alberto is discovered to be a sea monster, Luca claims he had no idea to protect himself. They were both afraid to come out to Guilia's extremely masculine dad, but he turns out to be a very accepting dude. Eventually Luca reveals himself to also be a sea monster and the townsfolk learn to accept them. Many other townsfolk then also reveal themselves to be secretly sea monsters, including these two old women who are definitely a lesbian couple.”

“Alberto gets wayyyyy to jelly to be straight”

“Luca is a coming of age film about two italian boys who are so clearly implied to be in love. yes it's friendship. but if you Watch The Film it's so so clear. hype for it died very fast but when it first came out the queer community was collectively pointing at it and going "look look look look" it also imo has some serious trans narrative vibes with the whole sea creature thing”

“those boys definitely had some sort of awakening when they met”

High School Musical 2:

“I. Don’t. Dance.”

“Haha Ryannn and Chad”

“Submitting this video essay for your consideration which explains how Chad and Ryan definitely fucked after the events of the song “I Don’t Dance”:

[thewandererh]

[officially stepping back from this game for myself. every day we make mental progress!]

has mouthwashing ever made ya’ll uncomfortable? how did you enjoy it?

this post elaborates on my conflicted relationship with the game. with the recognizing of needs now, this serves as a ‘write-it-out’ exercise so i can better understand my feelings. i am no longer looking for advice.

.-. .-. .-.

i just binged mouthwashing tiktok comps after not interacting with the fandom in a few months. earlier i made a post saying i’m not in the fandom anymore because the content deeply disturbed me, but the interest never went away. i’ve been thinking about this game for months, even to the point of having two dreams including curly (my beloved) doing silly random stuff. those dreams were positive experiences i woke up not disturbed by. and that got me thinking deeper…

when i originally got into mouthwashing, i was recommended by a friend (hello lala <3). i watched a playthrough because i was tired of exploring new games through analysis vids/memes and getting stuff spoiled non-linearly. discovering it with another person (manlybadasshero specifically) felt friendly. however. i was not prepared o-o”. i couldn’t cope with the topic matter as well as i do today (i think i’ve grown? since i returned), and outright rejected the game. full on feeling terrible for days. how could so many serious topics be integrated into one game? topics that at the time made me squirm.

then, somehow, i came back to it within the next week as an escape from heavy school stress. it was new and interesting after all, and the story in my head wasn’t finished. i felt drawn. wary of the anxiety i felt, but interested. that’s when i went rabid over tiktok comps and tumblr reblogging (as some of you may remember…heh). i even made a curly spotify playlist. i never finished the playthrough because the atmosphere the gameplay layered on was too bleak for my mental, so i learned of the story through tiktoks. there was…a lot more that scared me than i’d thought. i enjoyed the content, but recoiled again. i deleted my mouthwashing posts and Spotify playlist, and, regrettably, physically threw out my art :[. in hindsight, me getting back into the game wasn’t self sabotage. i’ve been genuinley interested since.

it’s been…2 months? i came back to the fandom today with more tiktok comps, and had a really fun time stimming out and enjoying the art and edits! it’s been years since i’ve gotten behind something like this and i miss it a lot. i feel less disturbed now, knowing the content, but there’s still something there. some anxiety toward these topics. i’m still growing, and i’ll be fine, but i’m curious.

these tiktoks i watched this time round felt less heavy than the binge months before it since i know what’s goin on. everyone feels the same ‘oh god what happened to you you deserve love and comfort’ toward the characters (who deserve it). that makes me smile :]. everyone’s searching for relief, but are deeply interested and analyze too. that’s literally me. i love fandoms with characters like that, so it’s no wonder i come back. mouthwashing is tragic and gruesome and hopeless and terrible and extremely well made and told. i admire it so much.

i’m just wondering why my previous experiences have been so jumbled. if you’ve gone through simular, please let me know!

TLDR : goddAMN mouthwashing’s dark. i discovered this game blind through a playthrough vid, couldn’t finish it, came back days later because it drew me in, watched tiktok comps and learned the full story, recoiled again, deleted art (in turn, joy :[), kept away but thought about it for months, and returned today. i know the content now so it scares less i think, but im still amxious. anyone else feel me?

UPDATE: officially stepping back. the joy i get from this game doesn’t outweigh the disturbance i feel. it may have even become toxic :[. it’s been interesting, and i’ve learned a lot, but i’m not up for the bleakness and topics of this game. i’m so glad ya’ll enjoy it, and i’m rooting for you ^^!! enjoy what you love! it’s just not for me. this is all a little sad bc it defined this time in my life and i’m loosing something, but that’s ok. have a great week, game appreciators and viewers alike :]💛

[iknowthegammer]

For a better chance of reading I decided to put this in text for ya’ll to read:

“Hey.. It’s me.. I wanna to make a response + apology.. this time is serious and I know it wouldn’t been..

In the past 2 years.. 2023.. I was in a hide drama relating to me and the group.. it was lasted until my account got deleted.. Though I don’t wanted to give out the name of the group since they most likely don’t want to be evolved into this.. and this is my official apology.. before anytime.. I was gotten into a chat with a person.. I was a racist towards a person from German in a DevaintArt Group chat.. Now I didn’t know the word “German Cow” was offensive to them as I was 14 years old and they were 13 years old in the time this happened.. I didn’t wanted to be racist.. I felt ashamed, regret and guilty for being once.. I was confronting to my mom’s friend and how I felt.. I tried to move on.. but the sense of shame and guilt has left me not sleeping in each night and almost hanging between life or death..

This situation had almost ruined me and everyone else.. to the people who I hurt in 2023.. I am sorry for what I did.. I know I shouldn’t been said that.. but you shouldn’t trusted anyone online.. since they can be hurtful or dangerous.. it will be given cleared to everyone else that I might recover soon or later depending on the time.. I didn’t have any emotions back then.. I didn’t know my past was difficult.. I was keep going back and forth until I stopped and they deleted my account for a good reason.. that alone let me to start something new and I continued doing all fine and well until I reached the point that I did stop and now we’re here..

Before all of this happened.. I was in a white void that I once called “home” this let me some much creativity so begin to draw stuff of my own.. I made some arts that looked best for me but they’re were giving any attention to viewers on DevaintArt but on tumblr (nowadays) weren’t getting any attraction from others (only smaller ones but still at 8 or 9) I willing to be helping others alongside some difficult times in dramas or anything.. I deeply regret that I will mentioned it ever again.. and it’s best to leave hard times or awful dramas behind..

Please reminder I am only turned 16.. 20 days ago and I hoped ya’ll would forgive me, stay neutral or criticise about me but who knows.. maybe I needed help when I confronted my mom about this (And please do not harass or hurt anyone in the comments.. they have opinions too..)”

I am sorry if my English was bad but I made this apology to everyone else and to myself.. (including the victims, the people I hurt and everything)

I decided to move forward from this.. this is where I leave all of this behind my back.. I will continue helping others if needed..

Before you comment.. think before you say anything chances are they could led to hurtful or meaningless words that could’ve affected others.. also please stay safe on the internet.. there’s lots of bad people on there and I don’t wanted anymore dramas

Also the song for it is: https://youtu.be/02AVGlRO-Go?si=2XscQIY7rFX98bDK (OneRepublic - Apology Piano Cover from Ludigan)

[gris-nv]

Thanksgiving 2023

I don’t really celebrate thanksgiving but as I’ve said in previous years, I like the idea of making some kind of summary about the things we’re thankful for during the year, so here it goes:

In the first months of this year I started to look for a new job, since I left my previous one in favor of my mental health (see previous post), so one day surfing through Facebook, believe it or not, I found the vacancy of my current job and I applied, after one interview and a very long security check I got it! So I’m thankful for my new job that feels kind of being a secret agent because I cannot say where I work lol, so if you know you know, and I’m also thankful because, unlike my previous job, the least stressing part of my life right now is my job.

Also I’m thankful for all the people I asked to be my references, they didn’t even asked, they just did it, they vouched for me so this job is something we all got peeps! Thank you!

About the same time I was starting my new job, my mom was going through some serious health issues, there were some moments in which I feared the worst you peeps, so much so that I remember I prayed to the universe and I said “I’m not ready yet to be without my mom so please give us more time”, not that I think we’re ever ready, but you get the point. Also I realized that I had taken by myself and for myself the whole responsibility of taking care of my mom, the house, the animals, managing my dads and my own stress, my new job, etc., I didn’t want to worry my siblings since both have their own families and one of them was out of the country for work, so I took upon myself all the burden, no one asked me to, I just did. Well, I was on the brink of breaking down when I called my sister and she told me “this is not just your responsibility you know? We’re a family” since then I learned to ask for help and rely on my family, so I’m thankful for being so fortunate that my family works like a Wolfpack, we all are always for each other.

Just as my mom was getting better, I had a work trip coming up, my first time in Florida ya’ll (sorry my English accent, even when writing, is a weird combination between Mexico obviously, California, Kansas (ugh) and New England). Luckily I could go with all the confidence that my mom was doing much better and my sister was here taking care of everything along with my dad and some neighbors that were always willing to help. So I’m thankful for the support network and thankful for the opportunity of a work trip for training when I don’t even have a year working there yet.

Of course I countdown pass the opportunity, since I was already in the east coast, to visit my second family, just a quick flight up north and I was able to relax and spend some time with amazing friends, the universe knows I needed it, so everything aligned to make it possible, I’m thankful for having an extension of my family, people that love me and accept me for who I am and people that trust me to respond in an emergency, even if it means driving and unfamiliar car, in unfamiliar roads by night. Let me confess that even though I kept a poker face I was freaking out internally because all of what I mentioned but most importantly because my soul sister was in pain and I couldn’t do anything about it. I’m also thankful for the trust of watching the cub in a stressful situation for all. I’m a firm believer that our responsibility as adults is to shield the kids from our own stress and uncertainty, of course being honest all the time but hell I was going to watch that kid and protect him from everything and making sure to manage his stress as best as I could. All good in the end, thank Thor. Also I’m thankful for the opportunity to get to know new places and getting to know my friends better every time.

Last but certainly not least, I’m thankful because my mom is recovering, she’s almost the same person she has always been, she’s completely different compared to some months ago, finally we can all relax and enjoy the last months of the year.

I’m thankful of having two families that always ask for each other and we all know we’re here for each other no matter the distance and the language barrier, we’re all just one big pack covering a hell of a lot of territory.

Happy thanksgiving to all, and do try to make the exercise of thinking what are you thankful for.

[restinslices]

hi! i have an idea 😛

what do you think bi-han would be like with a teenager who has witchy magical abilities (kinda like the scarlet witch or raven)??? maybe they had to train under him for a while bc liu kang was away (and needed a babysitter)

i feel like theyd be more quiet and respectful but, maybe a more anxious?? i honestly don't know how he'd react but, i think it would be kinda fun to write about!!! they probably listen to fleetwood mac and mazzy star and im kinda thinking of a 90s whimsigoth aesthetic

hope this makes sense 😭 i came up w the idea when i was cleaning earlier!!

Ya’ll I started a new job and bitch- I need to become a trophy wife

Ngl, I see him being offended at first

He’s supposed to be fighting threats but Liu Kang got him on babysitting duty? Is he serious?

He wouldn’t even really care about the magical abilities at first. He’s just mad that he’s being reduced to a babysitter. He already feels like his clan is being doomed to mediocrity, so now he’s really offended

But alas, he’s gotta do what he gotta do

Now imma be honest, I feel like he also takes offense to training a non Lin Kuei

He tells Tomas how he’ll never be a Lin Kuei and he told Kung Lao that he and Raiden couldn’t come with on that one mission because they don’t know their ways

So Bi-Han is very very grumpy rn

As we know, it’s very obvious when he’s grumpy

So I don’t see them interacting much. At least not in the beginning

He trains them in very basic stuff because he refuses to give everyone the Lin Kuei secrets

If this character has little to no control over their powers, give this man a rage break every half an hour

“I’m a babysitter and they don’t know how to control their powers?!”

Them being quiet and respectful is for the best

If they were an asshole, he’s telling Liu Kang to come get this damn kid back

Bi-Han doesn’t have witchy abilities, so training them when it comes to that can be a bit difficult

I can see him trying to teach them about control, ya know? Keeping your cool (no pun intended), breathing, not letting your power control you

“If your power controls you, then you’re weak and can’t help anyone. I’ll try to help you not be weak” “How lovely :D”

Dare I say it gives the “grumpy reluctant father x young kid” trope? A Joel and Ellie, if you will? I’m not naming other examples because damn, there’s a lot

Keeping your head straight is the main component when it comes to control, so that’s where he focuses

I still think he’s annoyed by the situation, but he’s glad they follow instructions and are genuinely trying. His anger is more towards Liu Kang. You just notice he’s grumpy because… look at that man’s face

“I just want you to know that I never wanted to bother you. I didn’t ask to be dropped off here” “Okay” “So… don’t be upset with me… please” “Okay” “Are you mad at me?” “No” “Can you say a full sentence?” “Yes” “You sure?”

Honestly as long as they don’t give him any lip, I think they’ll be fine

He only really seems to get upset when he feels someone isn’t minding their place. Just be a hard worker and follow instructions and this can go smoothly

Definitely gets annoyed if shit starts levitating randomly. Put his coffee down

“I don’t care about this kid”

Proceeds to smirk when they’re able to use their magic successfully

Do I see a strong friendship forming? No. I see a mentor x mentee (?) relationship forming, which is still good

Might offer to let them come back to “refine some of their skills”

Just say you’re invested now, Bi-Han

[makitstop]

Coming out to my grandfather

hey there

so, this is a bit more of a serious post/question that i need help with, preferably from any fellow trans people with similar situations

for those who don’t know, i’m trans, only my direct family (mom dad and sister) really know i’m trans, and i haven’t really told anyone else

i’m currently staying with my grandfather, and after the drive over here, i’ve wanted to come out to him next since he’s been almost like a second father to me, being extremely generous with stuff like money, and actively going out of his way to hang out with me in a way we’d both enjoy, which is more than i can say about my actual father

the issue is i’m not sure how he’ll react, he’s generally pretty tolerant when it comes to the issues we’ve discussed, but he also follows a lot of antifeminist reviewers on youtube, and has said stuff like “i’m cool with LGBTQ people as long as they don’t shove it in my face”, and i’ve heard horror stories about people with that mindset

so uh

can ya’ll please give me some advice? i’m very conflicted, i feel like i’m lying to him about who i am, but i also don’t want him to start disliking me or anything